Saturday, February 28, 2015

[Blog Tour] Spotlight & Review & Giveaway: The Dressmaker's Duke by Jess Russell


Rhys Merrick, Duke of Roydan, is determined to
be the antithesis of his depraved father, repressing his desires so severely he
is dubbed "the Monk" by Society.
But when Olivia Weston turns up demanding payment for gowns ordered by his
former mistress, Rhys is totally flummoxed and inexplicably smitten.  He pays
her just to remove her from his house, and mind.  But logic be damned; he
must have this fiercely independent woman.

Olivia's greatest fear is becoming a kept
woman.  She has escaped the role of mistress once and vows never to be
owned by any man.  Rather than make money in the boudoir, she chooses to
clothe the women who do.  But when a fire nearly kills her friend and
business partner, Olivia's world goes up in smoke and she is forced to
barter with the lofty duke.

As their lives weave together, Olivia unravels the
man underneath the Monk, while Rhys desires to expose the lady hiding behind
the dressmaker. Will his raw passion fan a long-buried ember of hope within
her? Can this mismatched pair be the perfect fit?

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“Could you move, please?”

it her imagination, or was his voice higher than usual? Then what he actually
said registered.

Could you move across the room? I find to judge a garment, or anything
properly, one must see it in motion.” Her face must have been reflecting the
horror she felt, for he hastened on, “You would not expect me to buy a horse
simply by looking at its lines would you, Mrs. Weston? I would wish to see it
run as well. I’m sure you understand.”

him and his bloody horses. She strode forward, happy to vent some of her anger
in movement; however, she realized a split second too late there was nowhere to
move. The receiving room was not large and was mostly taken up with the cutting
table. The only area with any appreciable room was at the far end of the shop
where the huge paneled mirrors stood. He was standing directly in the path that
would be her best direction. Consequently, she found herself almost flush up
against him.
knew he was tall. Any fool could see the man was at least two or more inches
over six feet, but from this vantage point—directly beneath him—he was so very
tall. She could smell the starch of his shirt mixed with a faint whiff of smoke
and possibly brandy? She slid her gaze over the shirt and waistcoat to his
cravat—a conservatively tied Oriental—to the firm, slightly cleft chin, moving
on to the lips, very swiftly past those, and finally resting on his eyes. Pure
molten gold. Yes, exactly like those of the Burmese tiger she had seen at a
menagerie in Paris. His bearing was just as predatory.
would appear, sir, in order for me to move, as you require, you will have to
bestir yourself as well.”

thought she saw one side of his mouth shift ever so slightly upward into what
might have been the merest twitch of a smile. She could not be one hundred
percent sure because, to do so, she would have to look at his lips. The duke
shifted his weight and made a small bow. Her shoulder brushed the superfine of
his midnight blue jacket as she hurriedly squeezed past him.
strode almost to the mirrors before wheeling around and giving him what she
hoped was an accusatory look.

Your Grace. I hope you are satisfied”

Mrs. Weston?” He raised that infernal eyebrow. “Oh no, madam, I am very far
from satisfied. However, I am hopeful I will be, in the not so distant future.”
Again his gaze raked over her.  “Yes, I do live in hope.”


I freaking loved and enjoyed this book. H/h were very interesting characters with a past (well, aren't they all). It was kind of an emotional ride with those two. Trying to overcome both of their past with the support of each other. I loved the mix emotions with its sense of humor, the hot parts at the same time it's sweet, sadness, and loneliness.
Olivia and Rhys are perfect together although their relationship/romance was somewhere between slow and alright. The tension kept on building but it turned out for the best. I felt that their relationship was real.

I looked forward to reading another book of this author. May be because of this, I'll probably be reading HR books for the mean time.

The ending well kind of surprised because I read it one sitting. Like other readers, I too want to know what they are having.

Author Bio:
As a girl Jess escaped the world of rigorous ballet class and hideous math
homework into the haven of toe wriggling romance novels. She never imagined in her dyslexic brain she would ever come to write one, but one small scene grew into 359 pages, and contest wins, and multiple contract offers. Dreams sometimes do come true, just like the happy ending in the stories she loves.

Jess lives in New York City with her husband and son and disappears to the Catskill Mountains whenever she can. She is a sometime actress, award winning batik artist, and accomplished seamstress. Along with her sewing machine, she loves power tools and, what’s more, she knows how to use them.

is currently working on revamping her Manhattan kitchen as well as writing two
other stories, (working titles), Heart of Glass, and Mad
for the Marquess
. Please check them out in BOOKS.

 Jess Russell is a member of RWA, as well as the Beau Monde and the NY chapters of RWA. THE DRESSMAKER’S DUKE came in first in the Fool for Love Contest, Golden Apple Awards' Secret Craving Contest, the Indiana Golden Opportunity Contest and the Golden Rose Contest (also winning the best of the best). And finaled in the Great Beginnings, Emerald City Opener, and the Lone Star Contests.
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Friday, February 27, 2015

[Cover Reveal] Excerpt & Giveaway: Getting Dirty by Mia Storm


We are so please to introduce brand new author Mia Storm with her debut release, Getting Dirty
Releasing on March 19th
A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone
I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from
the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so
fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner
asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to
believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don
 and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with
sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits
undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate
poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the
seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at
Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he
finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into
risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

"A thousand and one feels....Getting Dirty is a thrilling, tantalizing forbidden romance you do not want to miss! I not only devoured this book, it devoured me right back!"--Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling author of REAL

“What year
are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said it until it’s out of my mouth.
Her eyes
flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”
I feel my
eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You look younger.”
She bites
her lips between her teeth for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”
“Neither, I
suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing that she’s not as off-limits as I
originally thought. It’s nearing the end of January. Commencement will be here
soon enough. She graduates and all bets are off.
“So…” she
says, twisting a finger into the ends of her hair. “I know you like old, dead
poets. How do you feel about hearing something fresher?”
I lean
toward her. “Such as?”
“I’m reading
in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on
the fourth Friday of every month. There’s no prize money or anything, but I
perform something new pretty much every month.”
“A poetry
slam…” I want to say yes in the worst way, but it feels dangerously like a
She must
read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too weird, no worries. I just thought,
since you like poetry…”
She leaves
the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”
The answer
to that rhetorical question is that it’s not May yet and she hasn’t graduated.
I’m risking everything I’ve worked the last three years toward. My entire
future. But the voice of reason is being drowned out by the raging waves of
something rolling up from the deepest layers of my being like an undertow.
Something base and essential. And unrelenting.
“Do you want
to meet me there?” she asks, standing from her seat and giving me a better view
of the entire exquisite length of her.
probably best.” Plausible deniability. No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue
she’d be there. Just went to hear the poetry.
“Great,” she
says as she gathers her book and shoves it in her bag. “It starts at nine.
There are usually five or six poets and it’s a random draw, so I don’t know
what time I’ll be reading.”
I nod
without standing, no longer able to tame my erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”
“You know
where Tino’s is?”
crackles under my skin. I’m really doing this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”

About the

Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for
her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in
California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a
mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect
with her online at , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor,
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Thursday, February 26, 2015

[Book Blitz] Excerpt & Giveaway: Losing the Ice (Ice #2) by Jennifer Comeaux


the Ice 
(Ice #2)
Date: 02/23/15
from Goodreads:
Courtney and Josh are in love and
excited to finally compete as skating partners. When they take the ice for
their first competition, they want to show everyone, especially Josh's family,
they are the perfect pair. 

But ice is slippery, and one misstep puts all their
dreams in jeopardy. Now they must show each other both their love and their
partnership are strong enough to survive.
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We sat on the couch, and I pointed at the mantle above the fireplace. “Did you notice the newest stocking?”
Josh’s eyes fell upon the red one monogrammed with a gold “J.” His face beamed with a huge grin. “That’s for me?”
“You’re part of the family.”
He snuggled me closer to him and rested his cheek against the top of my head. “It’s funny how people I’ve known a year and a half feel more like family than the people I’m actually related to.”
I tilted my neck to look up at him. “Em and Sergei care so much about you, and you know the twins freaking adore you.”
“What about you?” He tapped the tip of my nose. “How do you feel about me?”
I shrugged. “You’re alright, I guess.”
Alright?” He tickled my side.
I yelped. “I think you need to remind me of my true feelings.”
“Is that so? Well, let’s see if this helps.”
His fingers curled behind my neck and into my hair, raising goose bumps down my spine. He leaned slowly into me, his eyes on mine, and he brushed my lips with a kiss.
“Mmmm… it’s starting to come back to me,” I said.
He lowered his mouth to the curve of my neck, and his hot breath on my skin made me tingle everywhere. I grabbed his tie and clenched it as he kissed his way north to my ear.
“You still think I’m just alright?” he asked huskily.
I shivered and shook my head. His mouth met mine once again, and my heart cried out with all the feelings I had for him. They were so many and so powerful I could never put them into words.
We separated for a momentary breath, and I pressed Josh’s hand to my chest. “Do you feel this? This is what I think of you… what I feel for you. Every crazy fast beat of my heart… all for you.”

Book One:
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Crossing the Ice (Ice #1)
Release Date: 08/03/14

Summary from Goodreads:
Falling hard never felt so good.

Pair skaters Courtney and Mark have one shot left at their Olympic dream. They vow not to let anything get in their way, especially not Josh and Stephanie, the wealthy and talented brother and sister team.

The heart doesn’t always listen to reason, though...

The more time Courtney spends with sweet, shy Josh, the harder she falls for him. But they are on opposite sides of the competition, and their futures are headed in opposite directions. Will their friendship blossom into more or are their paths too different to cross?

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About the Author
Jennifer Comeaux is a tax accountant by day, writer by night. There aren’t any ice rinks near her home in south Louisiana, but she’s a diehard figure skating fan and loves to write stories of romance set in the world of competitive skating. One of her favorite pastimes is travelling to competitions, where she can experience all the glitz and drama that inspire her writing. Jennifer loves to hear from readers! Visit for contact information and to learn more about her books.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Cover Reveal & Prologue: Never Gonna Tell by Sarah M. Ross


Spilling her secrets could prove to be a fatal mistake...but this cover sure isn't! We are so excited to bring you the Cover Reveal for Sarah M. Ross' NEVER GONNA TELL! NEVER GONNA TELL is a Young Adult Romantic Suspense scheduled for release March 17th!!



NOTHING BUT BLACKNESS surrounds me. I can’t move. Why can’t I move? A shiver runs through me, both from fear and the cold of the ground below me. The air is stale and smells like the earth as I try to take a deep breath. I instantly know I’m inside of something, or maybe under something. “Hello?” I call, my voice shaking and barely above a whisper. No one answers. I try again, a little louder, as I fight back tears. The only sound I hear is my heart pounding in my tightened chest, the noise filling my head. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

I blink, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, but still I can’t see a thing. Pain radiates through my arm and head, but fear pulses stronger. The air around me grows thick and heavy. Sweat trickles down my face. My clammy hand trembles like a leaf in the wind as I stretch forward, feeling for something—anything. “Calm down,” I command my nerves. “It’s going to be okay.” But even I don’t believe my lies.

I move, just an inch, to test my arm. The pain is still throbbing, but it’s manageable enough to try to get out from … wherever I am. Taking another stale breath, my right hand reaches out and connects with something hard and scratchy. Wood? It’s all around me, maybe a foot or so away. I push against it as hard as I can with one hand, but it doesn’t budge.

I’m trapped. I can’t move and I want to scream. It’s bubbling up inside, but I quash it back down. Screaming will only let them know I’m awake. That I’m alive. Panic begs to take over, to take control, but I need to get out of here before that happens. I want to take a deep breath, but can’t. There isn’t any to fill my lungs. But there has to be air coming from somewhere or I’d be dead by now, I remind myself. And that’s all I need. I focus on keeping my breathing even, counting each breath. After reaching thirty, I reach up again, trailing the tips of my fingers along the wood, hoping to find a handle or knob, but there is only a large, flat, solid piece of wood.

This is it. My worst fear is coming to life. Everything I worked for, everything I sacrificed, was for naught. My mom and dad’s faces pop into my mind as tears well in my eyes. I was so stupid. So foolish to think that I was doing the right thing. Now look where that’s gotten me.

I’m going to die tonight. I’m sure of that now. All because I vowed that I was never gonna tell.

NGT Full Wrap

My name is Reagan Wilcox: high school senior by day, kick-ass investigative journalist by night. I’ve always loved observing people—especially when they think no one is paying attention.

I thought I was ready to cover any story. Work any angle.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened that night. I wasn’t ready for what I saw. And I certainly wasn’t ready for him.

I always knew I’d write the headlines. Now, I just might become one.

Sarah m Ross - headshotAbout Sarah M. Ross:

Sarah started her obsession with reading at an early age, often sneaking BabySitter Club and Nancy Drew books into math class. She would read any book she could get her hands on. Her love of reading quickly evolved into a love of writing and stories began to pour out of her.

She grew up in Pittsburgh, graduated from The University of Pittsburgh with a degree in English, and taught 8th graders to love reading as much as she does for several years. Sarah will always be a proud member of the Steelers' Nation, but couldn't take the cold and moved her frozen tush to Florida where she now lives with her family and two cats. You will find her now with her trusty Kindle in hand and toes in the sand!

Sarah's debut novel, AWAKEN, released in January, 2012. Other novels include AVENGE, ATONE, ECHO OF AN EARTH ANGEL, and INHALE EXHALE.

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[Cover Reveal] Excerpt & Giveaway: Boundless Fate by Alicia Rae


Today we have the cover reveal for Alicia Rae’s Boundless Fate and I am so excited to share it with you!!! Alicia is sharing an excerpt as well as a really fun giveaway, so make sure you check it all out!! :)

Title: Boundless Fate

Author Name: Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: March 24th

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Colton Kingston’s livelihood has been reduced to a pile of black ashes by a tragic act of arson. After sending away the woman he’s loved since the tender age of five, a dark hateful revenge threatens to overtake his heart. Colton knows pushing her away is the only way he can keep her safe.

Paige Summer’s has endured her fair share of obstacles in the past, and refuses to give up on Colton and the life they share together. As interferences try to tear them apart, Paige is determined to stand by Colton’s side and remind him of their love and its strength.

But at every turn, tragedy continues to strike and more devastation falls upon them.

Will Colton and Paige’s love be boundless? Or will revenge conquer their fate?

Exclusive Excerpt:

I pulled off the main road of Paige’s home and slipped my truck into park. An overwhelming sense of relief filled me when I saw she’d made it home safely. All the lights were off, and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Except the lonely ache I felt inside.

I’d barely ate or slept in four days. But in this moment, I just wanted Paige, nothing else mattered.

The thought of her sleeping alone in her bed without me combined with the desperate need to feel her body against mine had me slouching forward and resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

I closed my eyes briefly, and muttered, “Don’t do it, idiot,” as I fought the impulse to go to her.

I could practically feel her heart beating—her soul calling to mine—I was that connected to her.

I was a starved man, yearning to have her in my arms. Before I was able to stop myself, I was striding across her front lawn, feeling an internal pull to be with her. I went around to the backside of the house and tapped on her window.

While standing there my attention fell to the grass, and all of the reasons why this was a bad idea oppressed me. I shouldn’t be here. Staying away from Paige was the only way I could protect her. I couldn’t let Hank see how deeply mine and Paige’s love went for one another, or he could possibly take his animosity for me out on her. And if Hank hurt Paige in any way, it would be game over—there was no telling what I would do. She was my weakness and my strength all rolled into one, right around my heart.

Just as I was about to walk away and let Paige be, a dim light flickered on. The white curtain covering the window pane was drawn to the side, and I lifted my gaze. Paige stood before me staring through the clear glass, dressed in a long white tee. The conflicting emotions in her beautifully brown eyes reflected the way I felt inside, and it caused my heart to thump unevenly.

She lifted the window and then leaned forward while wrapping her fingers around the window frame, peering down at me.

“Colton,” she breathed my name, and I was uncertain if it was meant as a greeting or a question.

“Can I come in?” I queried, getting straight to the point before I came up with reasons to force myself to leave her be.

“Yes.” She stepped aside.

I braced my palms on the bottom ledge and hoisted myself upward. My right shoulder hit the window framing as the upper half of my body made it inside her room. I hadn’t crawled through this window in ages, but the damn thing seemed smaller.

I lowered my feet to the ground and stood tall before briefly turning to close the window at my back. When I faced the room again, Paige was at the edge of her bed. She sat down and nestled herself under the comforter. When her eyes met mine, she grasped the corner of the blanket and lifted it as though a silent invitation.

Without a single sound, I slipped off my boots and went to her. Once climbing in next to her, she let the comforter gradually fall over me and stretched over to the nightstand where she turned off the light. Then, she settled back down on her right hip, her back toward me. I could feel her hesitation as she tried to distance herself from me.

To feel that kind of uncertainty pouring out of her was the same as someone cracking open my chest and grabbing ahold of my heart. But in truth, I couldn’t blame her for feeling this way, because it was my fault for being hot and cold all over the place. It wasn’t fair to her.

Desperately craving her warmth and needing to know that we were okay even though it was wrong of me to do so, my arm came to the center of her stomach, and in slow motion, I hauled her into my chest. She didn’t fight me.

I outstretched one arm above her head and rested my cheek on my bicep while scooting closer till my nose rested against her hair, so I could inhale the sweet scent of her. With my other hand still at her center, I began to methodically rub tiny circles on her abdomen with the pad of my thumb. Her breathing increased with every full loop.

My eyes began to fall heavy with the weight of the last few days. I was so damn tired, but lying here with Paige—just like this—was all I ever wanted.

“Colton?” she asked suddenly out of the blue.


Her hand came to my wrist and she caressed it softly. “What are you doing here?”

Paige couldn’t have asked me a tougher question, and I bit back the defeat I felt inside. I didn’t hold the answer she was looking for. Instead, I made light of the situation, hoping to make her smile. “Sneaking in your window. Which shrunk drastically in size over the years, by the way.”

A quiet laughter seeped out of her, and I found myself genuinely smiling for the first time in days. She rotated to face me and set her hand on my chest. “It didn’t shrink. You have—” She skimmed her palm across my chest up to my shoulder—“broadened, so you don’t fit through it as well as you used to.”

“Maybe,” I grinned mischievously.

In that instant, so many childhood reminiscences with Paige flashed through my mind, all of them filling my soul with sense of peace.

As a teen, there had been countless nights where I longed to see her so I’d go to her house and knock on her window. Paige would come outside, and we would lay in the grass for hours, watching the stars.

Even in the midst of my darkest days, those memories could bring a smile to my face. It was her that kept me going.

An unexplainable calm tranquility settled over me at having Paige’s body pressed against mine. She gave me hope I’d find myself again, and she made me believe someday I could let go of the hate and revenge I carried inside of me.

A profound tiredness took over me from the build-up of the past several happenings, and I was losing the will power to keep my eyes open.

Paige rose her hand to touch my cheek, caressing it. Her skin was so soft.

“Colton?” she repeated my name, softer this time.

I gazed down at her. “Yeah?”

The movement of my thumb paused on her stomach from the intensity burning in her eyes. “You know that’s not the answer I was looking for…”

“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed, knowing she deserved an honest explanation. “I don’t know why I’m here, only that I didn’t have the strength to stay away, so please, just let me hold you.”

“Okay.” She set her finger on my lower lip and gently ran it back and forth. Then, she leaned in and softly kissed the corner of my mouth. “Goodnight, cowboy.”

“Night,” was all I had time to say before sleep carried me away.

About Alicia Rae:
Alicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and photography.

Thank you to my dear sister, Kels, who showed me a few years ago how much I truly missed reading. And to my loving husband, for not throwing away my Nook, and planting the seed of writing in my mind. I am forever grateful. Xo

Readers, words cannot thank you enough for supporting me along this incredible journey. I hope you enjoy my novels as much as I do writing them. I thank each and every one of you.

Believe in yourself and follow your dreams...

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

[Release Day Blitz] Excerpt & Giveaway: The Ghost of You by Amanda Burckhard


The Ghost of You
Release Date: 02/24/15
Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:
Emmy has everything she’s ever wanted: a hot boyfriend she adores, great friends, a promising future, and even a well-connected family. But one night rips it all away.

A car accident shatters her world, claiming the lives of her twin brother and her best friend. In the wake of the accident, her friends drift away, her family falls apart, and her boyfriend cheats.

The grief is more than she can handle, so she finds escape at the bottom of a bottle of painkillers. Taking the pills makes her brother alive again, if only in her head. Seeing and talking to her brother as if he were still alive is the only thing that keeps her going. Until Logan King moves to town.

Logan sees past the mask of pristine popularity she wears in public and he’s the only one who can tell she hasn’t moved on. His uncanny ability to read her forces her to open up and she starts to fall for him, no matter how unwilling she is to admit it. But Emmy isn’t the only one keeping secrets and when a close brush with death sparks events that bring everything to light, Emmy will have to decide what’s more important: learning how to forgive and move on, or holding onto the pills and the ghost of her past.

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Everything in my room reminded me of him somehow. The candle Mom got me he used to joke smelled like cinnamon on steroids. The lopsided dream catcher we made at a school carnival in middle school. The running shoes he got me last Christmas. I didn’t want to see any of it. I wanted him.
Then I was screaming, ripping, tearing, throwing anything I could get my hands on. My vision blurred. My head pounded in my ears. When my hand tightened around a smooth cylinder on my desk, I almost didn’t realize what it was in time to stop myself from shattering it against the wall. Derek had given me the green, plastic flashlight when we were ten as a way to ward off nightmares. It didn’t work anymore, even with new batteries, but I could never bring myself to get rid of it. I collapsed onto the floor, hugging the flashlight to my chest, crying and sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe or see or think.
 What was I going to do without him? We were the Grayson twins. We did everything together. I didn’t know who I was without him. He couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t.
When I pulled myself off the floor, it was nearly dark out. I looked around the room that appeared as if a tornado went through it. The shelves from my dresser lay on the floor, their contents scattered. Papers and posters lay crumpled and torn into pieces. My bedding and clothes were strewn everywhere. Almost every visible inch of the floor was covered. I couldn’t remember doing most of the destruction. I didn’t even feel better after doing it.
Something on the ground caught my eye. Something orange and familiar. I reached for the small bottle of pills and read the label. Vicodin. They were from my tonsillectomy last year. They must’ve been stuck away in a drawer, forgotten and unused.
I remembered how they made me feel like I was floating on water, like my brain was fuzzy and nothing seemed like a big deal. That feeling would be a nice change to what I felt now.
Throwing two pills into my mouth, I grabbed a week-old bottle of Gatorade from my dresser and took a swig. I left my disaster of a room and went down the hall to Derek’s room. The room felt dull and lifeless without him. The posters of old rock bands plastering the walls and wrestling trophies displayed on every shelf didn’t fit without the boy who had put them there. 
I set the flashlight on his nightstand and crawled into his bed. His pillowcase smelled of peppermint. Jess and I had picked out that shampoo for him a few weeks ago. He swore he’d never use it, but I guess he changed his mind.
I stared at the flashlight until the pills made my eyelids droop and my mind slipped off into darkness. 
About the Author
Amanda Burckhard grew up exploring bat caves and hunting for dinosaur bones in the Black Hills of South Dakota. When she wasn’t crossing paths with mountain lions, she was making up stories and devouring books at the library. Although, she still does that.

Amanda loves to travel and cross out things on her adrenaline packed bucket list. Some of the things she's been able to cross out include see an active volcano erupt, ride a gondola in Venice, and pet a tiger.

She currently lives in North Sioux City, South Dakota and works as a microbiologist by day. Some of her obsessions include comic book movies, hot chocolate, sushi, sunshine, and Doctor Who.
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Monday, February 23, 2015

[Release Day Launch] Teaser & Giveaway: Her Fallen Protector by Nichole Severn


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It's release day for Her Fallen Protector by Nichole Severn!! I am so excited to share this new paranormal romance with you!! Nichole is sharing new teases with us and giveaways, so be sure to check out all of the info!
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Her Fallen Protector Synopsis:

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When a trio of demons kidnap Vdarra Jansen, her normal life is ripped away. Her abductors claim she is the “lost heiress” of the Underworld, and the commander of the mighty Army of Duemos. They don't seem to care that she knows nothing about the Underworld, or that she only remembers the last ten years of her life...

Former archangel Jacob will do anything to bring back his lost love’s memories. But if he succeeds, it could mean the end of the world. Torn between love and duty, Jacob will do whatever it takes to save her.

Jacob and Vdarra must learn to trust each other, and push aside old hurts to find their way. They are in a race to find the one thing that will decide Vdarra’s, and the world’s, fate – the lost Seal of Solomon. It will mean choosing between innocent lives ...and their hearts.

NicholeSevernAuthorPhotoNichole Severn Bio:

Originally from Las Vegas, Nevada where she spent most days at her grandmother’s house watching X-Men, Married with Children and The Simpsons, Nichole Severn migrated to the Salt Lake City valley to live life as scandalous romance author.

She graduated with a degree in psychology from Utah Valley University and resides with her very supportive and patient husband, as well as her terrorist of a toddler, in Sandy, Utah. When she’s not writing, she’s constantly injuring herself running, rock climbing, practicing yoga, and snowboarding.

Enter Nichole's giveaway!!