Thursday, February 11, 2016
Caught By Her by GL Chapple
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
In You Dreams by Ginger Scott Cover Reveal!

BLURB:
Casey Coffield has a growing list of personal flaws he keeps locked away in his head:
He’s never on time.
His list of IOUs to his best friend is endless.
Money is always short.
Goals are never in reach.
Oh, and he’s decided to add college drop-out to that list, too. He doesn’t really think that last one’s such a bad thing, but his family insists it is, so it stays on the list.
On paper, he’s a zero. But in person, when he’s mixing tracks for a sea of bodies at the hottest clubs and parties, he’s downright irresistible. Just-right stubble on his chin, body of a boxer and a smirk that stimulates all the right nerves—women have never been a problem. They flock to his swagger and fall for his charm…fast.
All except for this one.
Purple hair, gray eyes, a raspy voice and sass, Murphy Sullivan is a little bit country and a little bit rock-n-roll. And her and Casey? They have history. He can’t remember it, but she wrote a song about him—and it’s not exactly a love song. But it is good. Damn good. And uncovering her inspiration just might be the key to solving a few of his shortcomings—not to mention open doors to his own big break in the music industry.
But sometimes dreams get messy when they collide. Sometimes life changes patterns. A past paints the wrong picture and futures get cloudy. The only question that remains is who will you choose when the dust settles—you? Or the girl of your dreams?
EXCERPT:
“Want to hear a cut?”
She folds her hands around her body and nods, her eyes bright. I pull out the Ratatat song she was listening to with her brother and let it start rolling, setting the intro to loop. Then I break up the beat with some new layers, so the song is recognizable, but unique.
“That’s so unbelievably cool,” she says, her body moving to the rhythm.
I’m about to blow her mind. I’ve had this planned since late last night, and the effect is better than I could have dreamed. I want to see her dance. I wait just long enough, smiling at her and moving my head along with the vibe until I feel it in my gut. There’s always a moment—it’s what makes me good. I’ve had it since the first time I touched a soundboard. I can sense when the craving is at it’s peak, when the room wants more. It’s like a slow-building orgasm, and I bring everyone to the brink, feeling their bodies fall in line with the count, giving their minds over to the melody. This is the high I was talking about, and Murphy—she’s there. Her eyes are closed and her body is moving more than I think she realizes, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m about to be her undoing without even laying a hand on her.
My finger poised over the button, I wait until it’s just right to let the first drop go. I picked Nina Simone because she’s jazzy, just like Murphy, and she’s full of fire and there’s a swagger in her song—the moment her voice breaks through the beat, Murphy knows. Her eyes drag open and her body keeps swaying. Baby grays are looking at me and smiling. Her chest is rising and falling off rhythm even though her body keeps tempo. It’s because I’m in her head now—my song is in her head, and she’s feeling something different, something more.
The break I built is coming up, and I know it—she’ll shiver. I step close, letting my headphones slip around my neck. I come closer and watch her for a sign that I shouldn’t move more. She doesn’t stray—she’s drunk in seconds, and she wants me near. The break happens, and her heat tilts back as she closes her eyes, and that goddamned perfect neck is exposed and my lips come close enough to touch it. I don’t, but I linger, letting her feel my breath on her skin, small bumps rising in reaction. Chemistry and biology—beautiful. My nose grazes just below her ear as my hands carefully slide on her body, careful to touch in just the right place above her waist. She doesn’t flinch because she’s given over to the feeling—the performance of it all. That’s all this ever is. I fill rooms with pheromones and bodies become mine.
Right now, Murphy is completely in my control. My hands urge her to turn, and her body spins slowly, every curve brushing against me until her back is flush with my chest. I drag one hand around her waist and up her spine, my palm flat as it follows the line of her zipper, my thumb feeling the jagged metal and my mind imagining dragging it the opposite way. I close my own eyes as my hand pushes against her neck and my fingers find her hair, sweeping it up in my hold so my mouth can play against her ear. I bring my hand down carefully, both of us moving together to the sexy beat I built just for her, and I hold my breath as my hand opens wide and splays under her breasts, holding her tight against me.
My thumb close to god, I feel her lungs grow inside her, her breathing deep and desperate. I could take her now, but that…that would be a mistake. I only wanted to get this close—to feel this much. I wanted to see if my powers worked on her as well. They do, but hers have the equal effect on me. My mouth watering and my cock growing hard, my eyelids grow heavy as my self-made rules fight against my desire.
Leaning into her, my lips press against the inside of her neck, marking her with a cool kiss as my tongue takes one, tiny taste of her skin before my mouth finds her ear.
“This is what I do, Murphy. I…can make people…do…whatever…I…want,” I whisper, and her breath falls away completely, her head dropping back against me, her hands moving to my wrists and holding me with a tight desperation that begs for more.
My eyes close, and I indulge for a few seconds, dragging my hand up her body again, careful to not touch her too intimately despite how badly my hand wants to go there. I trace her bare shoulder and move to her neck, my thumb running over the zipper that it now considers the enemy. I push her slowly in front of me, giving us just enough space for me to let my head fall against the back of hers so my eyes can rake over the perfect line of her neck one last time. My mouth moves forward, wanting to taste more, but I puff out a breath instead and let go of her completely, knowing a second longer is the difference between being able to stop.
I kill the sound. An abrupt edge. And Murphy takes a step forward, as if I’ve just released her from a trance. I have. But I can put her back under it any time I want. And I intend to.


Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling author of eight young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, Wild Reckless and The Girl I Was Before.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns.
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When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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Resplendent Rage by Bella J
Release date: 03/28/16
Blurb
What do you do when your heart wants something you know you can never have, yet you just can’t imagine living without it? When you finally look into Caribbean blue eyes and know they will mean the end of you?
What do you do when you lose your heart… and then she gets taken away from you?
You raise hell.
Jax Buchanan had a plan—a plan to start over, to somehow leave his past behind, and this plan sure as hell did not include her. But when Jax first laid eyes on the flaming redhead he knew that Kim would be the one to tame him. She had the power to disarm him, to bring him to his knees and to make him want something a man like him should never want…a future.
Since being with her was not an option, Jax desperately fought against his growing feelings for her. It was the only way he knew how to protect Kim. Yet the more he fought, the more he tried to keep his distance, the harder it became for him to deny his desire for her.
But somehow Jax screwed up…and now Kim is gone—taken by a psychopath with no conscience, who would do anything to get Jax’s co-operation in one of his twisted endeavors.
Now it’s up to Jax to save her, to take back what has been taken from him…
And he would crawl through hell to get her back.
And here is the smoking hot cover of Bella J’s third installment of her Resplendence series.
Add it to your TBR list on Goodreads!
Mini Excerpt
(To wet your appetite for more)
Jax flung his fist through the air, landing a punch to the side of Reed’s face which was already bloodied and bruised. For the last two hours Reed’s face had been Jax’s personal punching bag. All he could see was Kim’s face—her eyes, her mouth, and all her delicate features haunting him every second since they realized that she was gone.
How the fuck had he let this happen? He was supposed to keep an eye on her, protect her. But he knew something was up when Reed and Lexi disappeared, and there was no sign of Levi.
Fuck!
It wasn’t his intention to let her out of his sight for so long, but when he got upstairs and saw Reed pointing a gun at his brother, he had to act. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that Kim would have been okay surrounded by hundreds of other people in the club. But he was so fucking wrong.
He had underestimated Baptiste, and now Kim was paying the price. He never should have come to Manhattan. He never should have sought out his brother’s help. But he had no one else to turn to, no one else who could help him. For years, he had done deals for Baptiste. Deals which involved diamonds, drugs, and illegal firearms. And then Baptiste had tried to force him into doing deals which involved the one thing Jax’s moral compass did not allow—human trafficking.
Now, because Jax had refused to do one deal for Baptiste that involved an eighteen-year-old girl being sold into slavery, Kim’s life was hanging in the balance. Baptiste was forcing his hand by kidnapping her and holding her as leverage to insure that Jax would cooperate. And the douche Jax was currently using as a human punching bag was not helping him get any closer to rescuing her.
With another swing, and another punch, Jax yelled at Reed, “Where is she?”
It felt like the rage inside him wanted to claw its way out of his chest. Not knowing where the hell she was, what they’d done to her, and even if she was still alive, made him feel like he was about to rip his own skin off.
With blood-stained teeth, Reed smiled, his eyelids drooping from the beating Jax had dished out. “You will never find her.” Other books in the Resplendence Series: Amazon | KOBO | iBooks | B&N | National Book Store Amazon | Barnes and Noble | KOBO | Liquid Silver Books Get in Touch www.bellajauthor.wix.com/sassy Facebook: Twitter: https://twitter.com/BellaJ_Author 

About the Author:
Bella J lives in Cape Town, South Africa with her husband, two kids, & chihuahua. Her love for writing started in eighth grade when she received her first writing assignment—which she flunked. But the positive side of her failure—her newly found passion for writing. The negative side—now she’s completely spaced out half of the time living in her little pretend world of romance, love, & insanely hot heroes

Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Thank You to the Authors!
I think most of us take for granted the amount of time authors spend writing, editing, deleting chapters only to start all over and do it again. I don’t think most of us realize the amount of money they spend on covers and promoters and publicists in order to get their book out there. I am one of those people that is guilty of complaining of the cheap price we pay to read these masterpieces. I can’t say it will never happen again, but I know where it comes from; and the heart and soul you put into the book is well worth the price. I had a moment of clarity when I realized I was only paying $2.99 for a book that I know should have cost so much more.
I think one of the best things about being able to read and review books is having that rare opportunity to really be blown away by an author’s talent. I have had that happen twice in a matter of about 7 days. I feel incredibly lucky to have the chance to review the works these artists put out there.
So thank you for your time, patience and ultimately for allowing us to keep a small piece of yourself in the form of your novels.
Call Me, Maybe by Ellie Cahill
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“Ellie Cahill is definitely one to watch!” raves bestselling author Cora Carmack, and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways proves it once again.
Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.











