Sunday, June 15, 2014

Release Day and Giveaway: Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel by Nina G. Jones

My apologies, I realize that this book was actually released
yesterday, but I haven't quite mastered my Mama's 
filing system yet, and even though I could see on her
calendar that this was scheduled to post yesterday,
I couldn't find where the information was to put into 
the post.

Rachel for Serenity

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Book Title: Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel
Author: Nina G. Jones
Genre: Erotic Romance (Humor)
Release Date: June 15, 2014


He was a pig, a jerk, selfish, callous, crude, tactless, prone to outbursts and gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous where you didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that you were staring. I knew the type: His entire life he has coasted on his good looks, artificial charm, and sex appeal. Everyone wanted to be on him or be him. I had been hurt by jerks like him before. He was like those guys but far worse.

I was the unfortunate sucker to be offered a gig I desperately needed as his live-in chef for a Summer in the Hamptons. But I wasn’t like the other girls, the models and socialites who came through the revolving door of his bedroom. I would bite the bullet, take the gig, deal with his sexist comments, his expectation that I would fawn over him, and have no problem letting the door hit my a$$ on the way out when I was done.

But then something unexpected happened that changed everything and I realized that there maybe more to him than the labels I had affixed to his character. Maybe. But if he really wanted me, it wasn’t going to be easy, not like everything else in his life. He was going to have to work, I was going to make him miserable. He was going to hate wanting me just as much as I hated myself for wanting him back.

Heath Hillabrand: International Supermodel. Womanizer.

Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel.

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Meet the Author

Nina G. Jones was born and raised in Bronx, NY and currently resides in Milwaukee, WI with her husband and two crazy Boxers.

She is the author of the Strapped series, and is currently working on an Erotic Romance, Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel, slated to be released in Spring 2014.

Nina lives a pretty wholesome life, but is fascinated with the dark side of things and has the mouth of a sailor. She loves watching true crime TV shows and it creeps her husband out to no end. Nina has a degree in Psychology and uses her characters as a vehicle to explore the human psyche.


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Release Day Blitz: Dirty Angels by Karina Halle....


Title: Dirty Angels (Dirty Angels Trilogy #1)
Author: Karina Halle
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 15, 2014


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For Luisa Chavez, a twenty-three year old former beauty queen, a better life has always been just out of her reach. Sure, she’s had men at her feet since she was a young teenager but she’s never had the one thing she’s craved – security. Having grown up in near poverty, her waitressing job in Cabo San Lucas can barely let her take care of herself, let alone her ailing parents. Every day is another unwanted advance, every day is a struggle to survive.

When Salvador Reyes, the depraved leader of a major Mexican cartel, takes an interest in her, Luisa is presented with an opportunity she can’t afford to pass up. She’ll become Salvador’s wife and exchange her freedom and body for a life of riches – riches she can bestow upon her deserving parents. But Luisa quickly finds out that even the finest wines and jewels can’t undo the ugliness in her marriage, nor the never-ending violence that threatens her every move.

Soon, Luisa is looking for an escape, a way out of the carefully controlled life she’s leading. She finally gets her wish in the worst way possible.

As it is, being the wife of Salvador makes her an ideal target for rival cartels and there’s one particular man who needs Luisa as part of his cartel’s expansion. One particular man whose quest for power has destroyed lives, slit throats and gotten him out of an American prison. One particular man who will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.

That man is Javier Bernal. And he wants Luisa. He wants to take her, keep her, ruin her.
Unless she ruins him first.


“You’re a very dirty man.” “Filthy,” he corrected me. He smacked my ass lightly, causing me to jump. “Oh, that’s just fucking beautiful.” He did it again and again, not enough to hurt but enough to sting. Each time, he licked the place where his handprint would have been. Then, with one hand he gently pried my ass cheeks open. I couldn’t help but cringe. “You need to relax,” he whispered. “This won’t hurt. And I’m sure you took a bath this morning, didn’t you?” I murmured yes in response. “Then you’re clean and you have nothing to worry about. As for me, I’d take you anyway I can. It’s all exquisite to me.” He was right. He was filthy. “Relax, Luisa,” he said again. “Relax.” And so I tried. The first contact from his tongue made me shudder. The sensation was so entirely new to me, but what wasn’t at this point. Yet his mouth, lips, tongue, were all warm and wet and gentle and I found my body immediately relaxing into the steady motion. I pushed aside all thoughts about how impure this was. Purity had done nothing for me, anyway. It was better to be dirty. It was better to take what you could. It was better to embrace your lustful, needful, animalistic side because that was the side that lived.


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.


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Saturday, June 14, 2014

Spotlight Tour, My Review, & GIVEAWAY: Love Me Tender by Mimi Barbour....

Anne Pichette, an eighteen-year-old exchange student living in Texas for one year on a ranch with Rose Walsh who treats her like a daughter, believes her life is perfect. Until, Clint, Rose's devilishly handsome son embeds himself deep within Anne's soul. Finding the courage needed one night to admit her feelings, she pours her heart to Clint only it turns out he's too drunk to remember. A week later having to return to Paris devastated - and pregnant, Anne fully intends to tell him about his expecting child. Her plans are halted due to a letter arriving announcing his impending marriage to another woman, a pregnant woman he loves. 

Eight years have since passed when Rose appears in Paris to bring Anne back to Texas to help her through her final days battling cancer. With the love Anne has for Rose, she agrees. Also, the time has come to divulge her secret to Clint. That her boy, Max, is in fact Clint's son and Rose's grandson.

Clint Walsh, now divorced, might be hardened and embittered but he knows he has a good reason for acting this way. After all, the woman he believed was his true love leaves him with their daughter and never looks back. So how’s a man supposed to handle that kind of treachery? Especially after sharing a beautiful night of lovemaking he’s never been able to forget—or remember clearly.


There they were, coming down the ramp! The boy was tall for his age, quite a bit more so than Debbie. His golden hair, much like Annie’s, crowned his head with curls, reminding Clint of his own unruly mass.

Unlike Debbie, this kid swaggered rather than walked, which made Clint think the boy felt good about himself. As long as conceit didn’t drive that attitude, Clint favored it over his daughter’s hesitant movements.

The woman who waved reminded him of his old friend, if only because she had the same beautiful face. Her hair, she’d worn really long as a teen, was now cut shoulder length and hugged her face with dramatic effect. It made him think of models on magazine pages.

With his guts in his throat, he approached and waited for her to take the initiative about their greeting. Why her enthusiastic hug and kisses on both cheeks surprised him, he’d never know. But wrapping his arms around the slight body, feeling her warmth against the ice he’d lived with for so long, started the first melt he’d had in ages.

“Clint! How wonderful you look! I didn’t know you’d be here to pick us up. I expected Rose.” Her jabbering stopped at that point and she paled. “Rose?”

“She’s fine, a bit tired. So I offered to come and meet you.”

Annie nodded and her composure returned. “Max, this is the man I’ve told you so much about.” She put her arm around the shoulders of the boy, who’d held back as Clint approached.

The inspection made by the youngster flustered Clint. Senselessly, this lack of composure built unexpected anger. Not liking the feeling, he bristled and his greeting turned abrupt. “Howdy, Max.” Sternly, he shoved out his hand.

Stiffening, Max scowled back. He took the proffered hand and waited for the handshake to be over. Then he stuck it in his pocket as if he’d been burned. Turning away quickly, he addressed Anne. “Which carousal is our luggage on, Maman?”

Deadly silence screamed between Clint and a ferocious Annie until he dragged his eyes from her frown and answered for her. “Welcome to Texas. Come with me, we’ll get your bags and head on home.”

Shame rode Clint all the way back to the ranch. What had started out so nicely had changed in an instant with his unacceptable behavior toward Max. The kid’s eyes, so like Annie’s, had mirrored his distress after Clint’s unnecessary harshness. Rather than apologize, or at least try and mitigate the offense, he’d driven home making no effort at all to welcome his guests.

No one had to tell him. This time he knew. No doubt about it. He should be shot!

My apologies for the fact that this is being posted without my Mama's review.
I have her notes here (I'm guessing her review...boy is she unorganized, in 
my opinion...but I suppose she has her own system, lol)

My Mama, Serenity, is once again back in the hospital, most likely
for at least the weekend this time and yes,
she did JUST get released from an almost five day stay a couple of days ago.
They just can't seem to get this Lupus flare-up under control 
this time. 

I know my Mama is really big on
her blog and especially on deadlines, so I am doing
what I can to help out, but please accept my apologies
on her behalf for anything that isn't posted on time,
for these next few days.

Rachel for my Mama, Serenity
(Yes, I am 22 and still call my Mom, MAMA!!)



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Author of The Vicarage Bench Series, Angels with Attitude Series, Vegas Series, Elvis Series and the brand new sizzling romantic suspense series called Undercover FBI. Mimi lives on the East coast of Vancouver Island and writes her romances with tongue in cheek and a mad glint in her eye. “If I can steal a booklover’s attention away from their every-day grind, absorb them into a fantasy love story, and make them care about the ending, then I’ve done my job.”

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Friday, June 13, 2014

Book Blast & GIVEAWAY: School of Deaths by Christopher Mannino....

School of Deaths
by Christopher Mannino


A timid girl finds bravery as the first female Death.

Thirteen-year-old Suzie Sarnio always believed the Grim Reaper was a fairy tale image of a skeleton with a scythe. Now, forced to enter the College of Deaths, she finds herself training to bring souls from the Living World to the Hereafter. The task is demanding enough, but as the only female in the all-male College, she quickly becomes a target. Attacked by both classmates and strangers, Suzie is alone in a world where even her teachers want her to fail.

Caught in the middle of a plot to overthrow the World of Deaths, Suzie must uncover the reason she’s been brought there: the first female Death in a million years.


She tried to turn, but the scythe pulled her onward. She coursed through stars and space, beyond time and emotion. Lighter than a daydream, she slipped through a crevice: the gap between light and shadow. The blade twisted, finding its way.

A face appeared before her: an elderly man she didn’t recognize. Somehow, she sensed a name: Elias Stoneridge.

She landed hard, stumbling as her feet hit a tiled floor. Beads of white light trickled off the blade.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she was. She heard beeps and the slow intake of air.

Frank patted her on the shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.


“Remember, don’t let anyone else see us,” said Frank, looking around the hospital room.

Certified Deaths received special robes to help avoid mortal eyes. Ironically, the Deaths who’d inspired tales of the Grim Reaper throughout the ages had been students like her. Students and ones who didn’t make it back. She shuddered, remembering her skeletal appearance. It seemed long ago.

A man lay in a bed, connected to an array of tubes and machines. Suzie walked to the foot of his bed and read the name on his chart. “Elias Stoneridge.” The scythe quivered in her hand. The handle pulsed like a beating heart, or was that only her own heartbeat? No, the blade felt the soul, it was hungry.

“It’s his time,” said Frank, patting her on the shoulder. “Quickly, before someone comes.”


Christopher Mannino’s life is best described as an unending creative outlet.  He teaches high school theatre in Greenbelt, Maryland.  In addition to his daily drama classes, he runs several after-school performance/production drama groups.  He spends his summers writing and singing.  Mannino holds a Master of Arts in Theatre Education from Catholic University, and has studied mythology and literature both in America and at Oxford University.  His work with young people helped inspire him to write young adult fantasy, although it was his love of reading that truly brought his writing to life.

Mannino is currently working on a sequel to “School of Deaths” as well as an adult science fiction novel.




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Blog Tour and Giveaway for UNAVOIDABLE by Yara Greathouse

My apologies for the fact that this is being posted late.
My Mama, Serenity, is once again back in the hospital, most likely
for at least the weekend this time and yes,
she did JUST get released from an almost five day stay a couple of days ago.
They just can't seem to get this Lupus flare-up under control 
this time. I know my Mama is really big on
her blog and especially on deadlines, so I am doing
what I can to help out, but please accept my apologies
on her behalf for anything that isn't posted on time,
for these next few days.

Rachel for my Mama, Serenity
(Yes, I am 22 and still call my Mom, MAMA!!)


Life has not been kind to Brianna Gilmore. After a terrible childhood and adolescence she is able to escape her troubled past and disappear. A few years later she is starting over attending the university of her dreams. Dating is not even a bleep on her radar. After all the terrible experiences she has had with men throughout her life, she is not ready to give her heart away. Unfortunately, she cannot avoid the charms of Colton Hensley.

Colton is used to getting everything he wants. He has the looks and the money – until he meets Brianna. Pursuing her is a challenge, and getting to know her is nearly impossible since she is reluctant to give in to him. The mystery of this adventurous, adrenaline seeking, tough talking, most beautiful girl he has ever seen – is driving him insane. She is all that he can think about.

And when someone dangerous comes after Brianna, will she be able to avoid telling Colton about her past?


It’s really hard to keep your personal space open when you have a bunch of guys trying to grind on you. I’m looking around the dance floor trying to find one friendly face that interests me. Nothing. I look away, past the dance floor, and scan the crowd. My eyes stop cold when I see a pair of gray eyes that I have gotten to know too well these past few days. His square jaw tenses, and I can see from here how his pecs tighten against the dark gray short sleeved t-shirt he is wearing tonight. Oooh, fuckety fuck! I try to signal Ciara to look, but she is too busy making gooey eyes to a guy next to her. I look back to where Colton was, but I don’t see him. Did I imagine it? Am I losing my mind?

Three seconds later, I feel the heat and the energy behind me. I don’t need to look, I already know who it is. I make myself look over my shoulder to catch him giving the stink eye to all the guys around me. He smells great, and looks good enough to lick every single inch of his body. I gently smile and simply mouth the word “Hi.”

Colton gets closer until his hard body is perfectly aligned with mine. He gently removes my hair from the side of my face angled toward him and pulls it onto my other shoulder in order to uncover my ear, and then he gets closer and whispers… “You are a sight to see, Brianna. I’m taking a mental picture of the way you are looking so that I can use it later on to satisfy my… thirst. And girl, you smell like heaven. This is exactly where I want to be, nestled against my heaven.” I feel his hands grab my hips and he pulls me even closer to him. I hate to admit it to myself - It feels great!

He buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply, moving his lips up my neck while breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth so I can feel the warm air, his warm air, against my very receptive, sensitive skin. His lips move ever so slowly until he places them, barely touching, lightly against the bottom part of my earlobe. This tame gesture makes me feel like a wild animal. There is a fire being ignited down there. Adrenaline is flowing through my body from top to bottom, causing the heat to rise up. I just know my cheeks are cherry red. Then I hear him breathing hard – his lips are still next to my ear – and that’s when he moves in for the kill: his teeth wrap the bottom of my earlobe and he pulls on it ever so gently. I close my eyes and give in to the sensation. His lips take over where his teeth had been and slowly move up my earlobe, his warm breath is intoxicating and I feel his tongue tracing a thin line around the edge of my ear. 

When I can’t take it anymore, my eyes open wide and I start to peel my body away from his, away from him. He uses his large hands in an attempt to pull me back in, but I am stronger than the girls he is used to dealing with, and albeit he makes a good attempt, I pry loose from his grip. When I start to walk away, his hand grabs mine and pulls me in, like a well rehearsed dance move. Dear God! We are now face to face and I’m straddling his thigh. Giving me a sideway smile, that beautiful smile with the slight crooked tooth in the bottom row, all my senses are on full alert. I can smell his minty breath mixed with a sweet, cinnamon scent. He winks at me, and places his cheek next to mine, one of his hands is still holding my hand and his other arm is around me, they are such a sweet torturing device.

Since he is holding my right hand, I slowly move my left one from the top of his shoulder down to his pec, I stop at his nipple, and I graze it with the tip of my index finger, then flick it with my nail. It responds to my touch immediately, getting hard and taut. Two can play this game. I look at him and lick my top lip. I see him inhale deeply, closing his eyes and grunting. Smiling, I continue my south-bound exploration. As my hand moves, my fingertips can feel every ridge, every line of his well-defined abs. On the left side of my pelvis, I feel every inch of his most precious weapon. It is long, thick and it is strong. I want to look down so bad, but I don’t. Instead, I look up at him, and find that he’s looking at me with a tight jaw and stormy eyes. Oh-oh, I think I may have gotten myself in a deep, sweet mess. That’s when mercifully for me, the music set ends, and everyone stops dancing and leaves the dance floor.

He chuckles in my ear, and says “There is never a good time for this type of situation.” He looks down at me and continues “I’m going to need your help – can you cover me until we get to the table?”

“Sure thing. Just walk behind me.” I smile sympathetically at him, batting my eyelashes a little while wrapping his arm around my neck leading him away from the dance floor. Silently I wonder how I let myself fall into this situation, and yet I smile inside my head because I loved every second of it. 


“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very dirty little mouth? I’m going to have to show you how much I love it. I like it that you don’t play games and you tell me exactly what you want and what you need from me. It is liberating. On top of that it’s so hot to hear you say those things…” I grab her hand and put it on my dick. “Can you tell what you do to me? How desperate you make me? How bad I want to be inside of you?”

“Colton, less talk, more action.” Then her hands are on my face pulling me towards her. Kissing her lips is fucking awesome. Brianna’s lips on mine make me feel things that were foreign to me, the way my heart beats faster, the way my skin sizzles when she touches me, and the fact that I do get nervous and want to make sure I do everything just right. Her kiss starts sweet and it deepens to an urgent hunger that we can’t quite satisfy because we just cannot get enough of each other. Our hands are all over each other’s body, exploring, feeling, touching, reaching, and experimenting.

“Oh, baby… I enjoy kissing you. Your lips are so soft…” I whisper with my mouth never leaving her skin.

Her tongue starts dancing with mine, going deeper. I can’t get enough of her. My hand goes down between her legs and she naturally spreads them open for me. I go round and round and enter her with my middle finger first. Her mouth stops kissing me, and opens seductively, taking a deep breath.

“Hmm, Colton, it feels so good. Feel me squeeze your finger, do you feel that?”

“Shit, yes, you are so tight!”

“That is exactly what I’m going to do to your dick when you put it inside of me.” Then she gives me a wicked grin.

“Hmm, that sounds good. You are so ready for me.” I kiss her neck and then bite it gently. It’s time for me to take control. I grab a hand full of her wet hair and pull her back until her tout nipple is puckering for me to take. My mouth naturally goes to take care of it. I lick around it a few times and finish by sucking hard and biting it until I hear her hiss. Listening to those sexy sounds coming out of her throat and mouth, drive me into a primal state. My mouth is on hers while my hand continues to massage and coax her needs.

“Don’t stop, please, Colton, I need it!”

I have two fingers inside of her and my palm is massaging her clit with every push. I can tell she is getting ready as her walls tighten. I have my middle finger curled up and with every entry I make sure to touch her special spot.

I move my other hand from her hair to her waist when I feel her legs are giving in. Her body is arching back, her mouth is full of sexy moans and I know she is close. There is no description for being able to watch Brianna enjoy the pleasure that I am giving her. It’s is so fucking exciting that I am afraid I may come before I can even put my dick inside of her.

She is trying to open her eyes, but the intensity of what is building up is keeping her eyes closed. “Baby, look at me.” They flutter and luckily, this time instead of fear I see nothing but need. “Good. You are so fucking perfect. Come for me.” I drive my fingers in and out of her faster and harder and seconds later, I have what I was waiting for when she buckles over and over against my hand.

I grab her ass and press my erection against her and I wait for her to ride this wave. Once she stops trembling, I whisper in her ear how much I enjoy seeing her explode with pleasure and how horny she makes me. Brianna smiles and whispers “Really? It seems you are behind on the score. What’s next?


Yara Greathouse spends her days working for a living in the travel industry and volunteers for the community with Meals on Wheels. At night, she locks her office doors and begs not to be interrupted unless there is a fire in the house, blood is being spilled or a tornado is coming by. Sometimes it works, but she has found that acting as a Tasmanian devil is the most effective way to stop any and all interruptions while she is writing.

She loves writing, reading and cooking – not necessarily in that order because, as you may know, it will always depend on what kind of mood she is in. She seems to always get caught up in some comedic situation that causes her friends to laugh with her, and now they recognize that if something is going to happen to anyone, it will happen to her.

Her favorite sport is people watching and eavesdropping on ongoing conversations anywhere and everywhere. According to her, this helps with character development. She also enjoys taking pictures of questionable strangers without their knowledge and of weird things she comes across.

Join her in her journey of creating great characters and great stories that will make you laugh and will also touch your heart.

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