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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Book Blitz!

It's that time again ladies and gents! Book Blitz time! And this time I am proud to present a blitz put together through Sage's Blog Tours, this blitz includes an awesome trailer and an even better giveaway below. So, Check it out!

                                                                                                                                    


Between You and Me
By Lynn Turner
Genre: Contemporary Romance

About the Book
Love at first sight strikes Seattle Scientist Finnegan Kane at the worst possible moment, paralyzing him as he’s pitching his cutting-edge idea to powerful New York venture capitalist Emanuela Monroe…
Finn survived the crash that killed his parents when he was sixteen. Twenty years later, his smart devices are about to redefine what it means to be disabled.
Emanuela makes dreams come true for a living, but still longs to fulfill her own. Despite Finn's stunning secret, she thinks his idea might be worth the risk...and he’s determined to show her that he is, too.


About the Author
Lynn Turner inherited her writing gene from her mother, who created fantastic tales about witches, invisible worlds and talking animals, and read them to her children at night. Lynn isn’t as great with the voices as her mother, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.
She discovered romance far too young, when a mission to find a young adult fantasy title led her to historical romance. She spent hours skimming those sumptuous pages, drinking in the vivid descriptions of settings and clothes, feisty heroines and looming lords, and poetic language. (She may or may not have enjoyed the PG-13 bits too, tucking a new title beneath her pillow at night).
She enjoys character-driven narratives most, and anything that transports her someplace else. Passionate about food and travel, she features healthy doses of both in the stories she crafts. Above all, she is dedicated to writing inclusive stories that explore what it means to be imperfectly human.
When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling, dreaming of traveling, or watching old Samantha Brown travelogue videos and wishing she had her job. She and her husband share their home in California with their two extraordinary children, and hope to add a floppy kitty to the family very soon.

On Facebook: www.facebook.com/LynnTurnerAuthor

On Twitter: www.twitter.com/Lynn_Writes

Website: www.LynnTurnerAuthor.com

On Amazon: http://a.co/0P56DxD

ON B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940158704680

On Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35441767-between-you-and-me#other_reviews

An Excerpt:
All the emotions from that night washed over him and the onslaught churned his stomach. “It was the same for me. But at the same time, I wanted to get far the hell away from you.” He watched her face for any sign of hurt, but to his relief, she just nodded.

“I know.” She frowned. “It was so strange. Almost made me sick.”

He drew in a sharp breath, noticing her stiffen in response.

“What?” she asked.

“That’s exactly how it was for me. It’s how I’m feeling right now.”

She nodded again. “We were both a little off. But your pitch was one of the more memorable ones I’ve had.”

“Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve ever botched it like that before.”

“Excuse me?” She smacked his chest. “Maybe I should rescind that offer.”

He chuckled. He knew she was wide open, and he wanted her to trust him. It was his turn to be exposed. He tapped his leg. “This is the best one I’ve had so far, except I can’t deep sea dive with it.”

She reached for his hand. “How many do you have?”

“Just one. But I’m waiting for the military to finish developing those bionic legs so I can lift cars with my foot.”

Her slim fingers traced his bigger ones. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Self-deprecate. You’ve already seen me naked.”

His eyes raked over her, his pulse jumping at her words. “You have no idea how much I’d like to see that again,” he said, sensing her shiver. “But first I want you to see me too. The real me.” He looked down at their hands. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

“I want to see. I just didn’t know how to ask. Or if I should ask.” She smiled. “I didn’t want to offend you.”

“You haven’t asked me to spank you with it, so this is already an improvement from my last date.”

Emanuela gasped. “No…”

He laughed at her horrified expression. “’Fraid so.” He gently removed her legs from his lap and stood in front of her. “And that was an improvement from the date before that.”

“Oh my God.” She snickered. “That’s awful.”

“Well, some kinky stuff is fun.”

“Ugh.” She narrowed her eyes. “Just drop your pants already!”

He grinned and turned away to do just that, bending to tug them off before coming back to sit beside her. Without further ceremony, he pushed on the front of the leg and a tiny motor whirred. “It’s vacuum sealed,” he said. “The button is hidden beneath this sleeve.”

He pulled down the flesh-colored skin covering his knee and the prosthetic leg. Then, he removed the prosthesis and propped it against the end table, glancing at Emanuela.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s a sock. Just makes it more comfortable. Tighter fit.”

“How does it feel to take it off? Is it like taking your shoes off at the end of the day?”

“Wow.” He smiled wide. “That’s not half bad… It’s more like taking off a snug pair of jeans. Just by the way it feels.”

She nodded and he removed the sock, then peeled off the liner to leave his stump bare.

He watched her a moment, letting her take it in. Her eyes widened. Much of his leg was intact, halfway to his shin. It was smooth and conical, with a long pink scar at the tip of the stump.

“Some assembly required,” he said.

She made a sound that was half-gasp, half-laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was shocked the first time I saw it too.”

Her lips parted and closed again, darkness clouding her eyes. Finn could read everything in her face, and he silently agreed with the conflict he saw there. Part of him wanted to share the details about what happened, but another part of him wanted to preserve a moment that was new and exciting and full of promise. Another time. If she gives me a chance.
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Luna Rising Book Spotlight!



Hello my wonderful lovalies! Do I have a treat for you today! Today we are hosting a book spot light for Luna Rising, this tour was provided for through Sage's Blog Tours.
Check out this awesome book below! Don't forget to check out the giveaway at the bottom of the page and enter for your chance to WIN!







Luna Rising
By Selene Castrovilla
Genre: Women's Fiction


About the Book

Life begins at thirty-eight for Long Island mom and writer Luna Lampanelli, when she kicks her secretly gay husband to the curb. She's got her freedom, but what she wants is love. Luna knows she doesn't need a man to exist, but try telling that to her heart. Against the advice of Sunny, her snarky best friend, and Jiminy, the cautioning voice in Luna's head who just won't shut up, Luna sets course to find a mate. Luna speed and on-line dates her way into several short-lived, surreal relationships. There's Ari, the humorless Israeli who refuses to assimilate – to America, and to humanity. There's Alex, the young and handsome ex-crackhead who informs Luna he doesn't want to be monogamous—while they're in bed. There's Memphis, the wild-eyed sadomasochist. There's Red, angry and crippled, who becomes the catalyst for Luna to join Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. But before Luna can proceed to recovery, she meets the elusive but oh so appealing Trip. He's emotionally unavailable and has the Madonna-Whore Complex, but how can Luna (aka "whore") let him go when she enjoys his dry wit so much, and his body even more? Humorously haunting and packed with unspeakable truths, Luna Rising follows a woman's funny and heart-breaking struggle to relate with un-relatable men and an un-relatable world, and to figure out something even more un-relatable: herself.

About the Author

Selene Castrovilla debuts in women’s fiction with Luna Rising, but she’s no stranger to publishing. An award-winning teen and children's author, Selene believes that through all trends, humanity remains at the core of literature. Her novel Melt, Book One of the Rough Romance Trilogy, received six honors including the IndieReader Discovery Award Grand Prize for Fiction. Revolutionary Friends: General George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette, her third nonfiction picture book about the American Revolution, was the recipient of four awards including Booklist Top Ten Biography for Youth, International School Librarians’ Honor Book and Eureka! California Reading Association Honor Book. A companion book, Revolutionary Rogues: John AndrĂ© and Benedict Arnold, is hot off the presses. Selene holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from The New School and a B.A. in English from New York University. She lives on Long Island with her two sons and too many cats, where she sits on her deck in the summer, fall and spring (and at her picture window in the winter) and writes. She loves the color purple and coffee. Selene plays well with others, but with words even better. She is so grateful to do what she loves. National Book Award winner Jacqueline Woodson calls Selene “a writer worth watching.”

Visit www.SeleneCastrovilla.com.

On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SCastrovilla

On Twitter: @SCastrovilla

On Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Luna-Rising-Selene-Castrovilla/dp/0991626192 On

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32963894-luna-rising

On B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/luna-rising-selene-castrovilla/1125286165




An Excerpt
“I’m gonna try dating again,” Luna told Joe, her boxing coach. They were doing pad work— jabbing, hooking, ducking, slipping and talking about love.
“Don’t do it. You ain’t ready,” he said. “Uppercuts!”
“Gee, thanks.” She drove her fists up into the pads until the bell rang.
“Rest. Hey, you want me to lie, or what?”
“Possibly.”
“What makes you all gung-ho to do this? You need to get laid?”
“No . . . well, I guess maybe yes . . . But that’s not it. I just feel good. I’ve been living alone for nine months. I’ve been okay.”
Not exactly true . . . she’d nearly fallen apart every time something in the house broke down. But she wanted to concentrate on the positive. She’d survived. That was positive.
“What’s your game plan?”
“I thought I’d try CraigsList.”
 “CraigsList? Are you shitting me? That’s where you buy a table, not get a date.”
 “Yesterday, I heard a guy on Howard Stern say he met someone on CraigsList. It was love at first sight.”
 “That’s ridiculous. That ain’t love.” The bell rang again. He held up his right pad. “Double hook. Twist on your heel!”
 Luna complied, or at least she thought she did.
 “TWIST!” he hollered. “Holy shit, for months I been telling you to twist. What does it take?”
 She tried again. She responded to being yelled at. “Better,” he said. “Twenty. Go!”
 Luna twisted and thudded, twisted and thudded. In the background Cher crooned “If I Could Turn Back Time.”
Joe said, “It took me six or seven years to fall in love with my wife.”
 Luna almost fell over mid-twist. “Really?”
 “Yeah. In the beginning I would’ve told you it could never happen. But people can grow on you.”
Twist, thud, twist, thud.
Over and over, catching Joe’s steady blue eyes in-between each move.
Then he said, “Love is a consequence.”
  Twist, thud¸ twist, thud. “That’s an unusual concept,” she said.
 “It’s true,” he said. Then he said, “Jab, jab, double left uppercut.”
 She struck the pads silently for a few moments. Consequence seemed almost a dirty word, although she didn’t know why. Maybe it was too grown up.
 Luna liked the immediate.
 She asked, “What about the Zen saying, ‘leap and the net will appear?’”
 Joe said, “You’re mixing metaphors. Jab, jab, right, right uppercut.”
 Thud, thud. “Am I?” Thud, Thud.
 He laughed. “What the hell do I know about metaphors? Sounded good, though.”
 The bell rang. Joe yanked off Luna’s gloves, tossed them to the corner under the mirror, ripped the Velcro seal on her wraps and unraveled her. The wraps landed in a heap at her feet. “Let’s go,” he said.
 He put a thirty-pound weight on what Luna called “the butt machine” and motioned her on. She stepped onto the platform, bent under the shoulder lift, spread her feet so they were centered, pulled the safety bar out and pushed up, lifting the weight on her shoulders.
 Lift, squat. Lift, squat. The first couple were never bad. She said, “Don’t you at least believe in unconditional love?”
 “The only unconditional love we have is for our kids.”
 Up, down. Up, down.
 By the fourth she was feeling the strain in her thighs and her rear. She felt it in her chest too, which stopped her from responding.
 Up, down. Up, down.
 Up, down. Up, down.
 Her legs were trembling. “Jesus, Joe…” she managed.
 He said, “Jesus wasn’t really sacrificing anything to die for our sins. He knew he was going to heaven. I don’t have that kind of faith.”
 Up, down. Up, down.
 Up, down. Up, down.
 Was he even keeping count here?  “I have to stop,” she told him.
 “Two more.”
 Up. “Uhhhh!” Down. “Uhhhh!”
 Up. “Uhhhh!” Down. “Uhhhh!”
 “And rest,” Joe said.
 Luna slid the locking bar forward and moved out from under the shoulder rest. She wobbled down.
 That’s why she paid him – she’d never push herself this far.
 She leaned against the machine for support. In between recuperating huffs she said, “So you’re saying even Jesus didn’t offer unconditional love?”
 “I’m saying he had nothing to lose. It was a no-brainer for him.”
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Book Blitz!- Blood Vector by Robert Keisling!






Blood Vector
By: Robert Kiesling       
Genre: Sci-Fi Thriller/Horror



What if you were given the darkest secret of the world and it turned out to be you?
Three People. One Chance. On the verge of losing her sanity from visions of otherworldly creatures destroying mankind, journalist Khloe Marks discovers that those who share her rare blood type also have the nightmares.
Her search for the connection between them leads to a disgraced lawyer, locked away in a mental institution for his belief that a young girl is the key to stopping the imminent destruction of mankind. Together, they must solve an ancient mystery to save humanity—even if it costs them their own lives. If they fail: In Memory of Man

About the Author
ROBERT KIESLING
Science Fiction Author, Trial Lawyer

Books published to date:
• 3
First Original:
• Blood Vector (2017)
• In Memory of Man: Dawn of AI (2017)
• In Memory of Man (2007)
Career:
• Criminal/Family Law
Trial Lawyer – 13 years
•  Smith & Carlson – 1 year
•  Law Offices of RRK – 12 years
Degrees:
• Michigan State University, J.D.
• Northern Michigan University, B.A. in Political Science
Licenses:
• State Bar of Texas – 2004-Present
Born:
• Detroit, MI
Family:
• Father was a high school football coach and school teacher, mother was an HR manager. Robert is the second of two children.

On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bloodvector.imm/
On Twitter: https://twitter.com/inmemoryofman
Website: www.immnovel.com
On Amazon: http://amzn.to/2uQdJSt

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EXCERPT
The rope ladder swayed back and forth as the woman relentlessly moved up the sheer cliff rung by rung. Her fear and horror increased as the dangerous ascent brought her closer to the cave the elders had warned to avoid. Anyone who dared to enter the sacred place faced death, for it held within it the monstrous creatures of legend, the Asakkus—those that would bring about mankind’s destruction. If the visions that drove her to seek out the cave were right, it meant they were coming, and everything was soon to end.
The chill wind whipped down from the snow-capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains, stinging her skin as it howled and swirled across the desert towards her, its intensity increasing to nearly gale force. A strong gust hammered against her back and she instinctively tightened her grasp on the wooden rung, leaning into the cliff’s face, knuckles white from the exertion.
She was almost two hundred feet up, and the rocks below looked dark red in the failing light. The woman closed her eyes. Don’t fall. One slip and they would break her body to pieces. She glanced up at the top of the cliff.
Only fifty feet more.
Only fifty feet and she would reach the cave, finally learning the truth that surrounded the beings she had dreamt of; the creatures her people had created folklore about for centuries.
A high-pitched scream shattered the landscape. The woman immediately ducked her head. Feeling exposed, she scrambled up the ladder as fast as she could, scraping her cold hands against the cliff’s jagged edges and bruising her knees but oblivious to any pain because that shriek had not been human.
Moments later she reached the top and pulled herself up onto a flat ledge. The woman crouched down, breathing deeply in both fear and anticipation, continuing to listen for confirmation. Within seconds another inhumanly loud shrill echoed through the air. She pressed her fingers into her ears to muffle the piercing sound. When she dropped her hands, she noticed her fingertips were smeared with watery blood.
It had to be the Asakku.
She walked toward the mouth of the cave, hoping she wasn’t too late. In addition to the drawings and countless stories that drove her pursuit, the discovery of an elongated skull by her father in this very same region had created an unstoppable obsession to find one alive.
The woman had been bravely coming to the caves year after year. Each time gaining the courage to venture furtherand explore, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Asakku. The woman had to know what she was facing; then there would be an answer exposing their weakness. She must not fail if the human race was to survive.