Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Cover Reveal: King's Ransom (South Side Sinners MC #1) by BT Urruela and CD Bradley (MC Romance)

Title: King's Ransom
Series: South Side Sinners MC #1
Authors: BT Urruela and CD Bradley 
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 2, 2019 Cover Design: FuriousFotog
Dimitri King is a killer … and an addict. Born into one of the most ruthless motorcycle clubs that ever ran the streets of St Louis, the only life he has ever known is destroying him from the inside out. A lifetime of trauma, bad decisions, and heinous violence has left him on the brink of complete disaster, but one mission will change everything. Annalise Hale, daughter of Senator Ronald Hale, is the prima ballerina of the St. Louis Ballet. The picture-perfect trophy from afar, her life is a delicate facade that hides unspeakable pain.

All she wanted was to escape.
She never dreamed of this.
Blameless in her father’s crimes, she is caught up like an exquisite pawn when the Sinners take her. Face-to-face with Dimitri King, like two sides of the same broken mirror, they have scars so deep, pain is the only feeling they know.
A match made in heaven but forged in hell, will they find their wounds fit together to create something beautiful or will the sins of their pasts be too great to overcome?

BT Urruela is a combat wounded amputee, purple heart recipient, and contemporary author who has written both independent and traditionally published books. He is a RARE under 40 award recipient, Rockwood Summit High School and Rockwood School District Hall of Fame inductee, Co-founder and Brand Ambassador for VETSports, Ambassador for Tampa Sports Academy, People Magazine Tribute for Heroes winner, Cover Model, Motivational Speaker, and Philanthropist.
At an early age, he began writing short stories having been inspired by reading books authored by RL Stein. His maternal grandmother's bookshelf was filled with literature that inspired his young mind and cultivated his vivid imagination.
After graduation from high school, his desire to have a military career was cut drastically short by an improvised explosive device, taking the life of his commander, and leaving the remaining four team members badly wounded.
After careful consideration and multiple surgeries, he along with the guidance of his doctors, made the decision to amputate. It was the only surgery he ever left with a smile on his face, as if a weight had been lifted. He struggled for two more years through 4-5 hours of physical therapy a day, five days a week to get adapted to his new prosthetic. He medically retired from the Army with high hopes. His focus on restoring his physical shape being the most eminent battle caused him to neglect his psychological state.
Meeting people was difficult and there were very few options for veterans to utilize that would stimulate friendship, and ultimately, allow communication barriers to be breached. After moving to Tampa, Florida, he co-founded the veteran community sports nonprofit, VETSports, with two other combat wounded veterans. It was their mission to change the way veterans transitioned back to civilian life through organized team sports, community involvement, and leadership opportunities.
After being invited to attend a photoshoot with acclaimed photographer Michael Stokes, he flew to California in December of 2014, with incredible excitement. His photos were so widely publicized that he soon gained exposure to the literary world like he'd always dreamed of. That opportunity launched him into his present writing career. He co-wrote the novel 'A Lover's Lament with author KL Grayson. The following year he released his first solo novel, 'Into the Nothing'. He is now writing full-time.

I'm just a girl who likes to daydream and sometimes I write them down to share. Growing up, the literary world was my safe haven. A wonderful place of fantasy beyond the bounds of reality. As an adult, I put that behind me to practice medicine. My husband and I owned our own practice, had two children, and lived a somewhat normal life. Fate had other plans. In the span of a year, we sold our practice, bought a 96 acre farm in the hills of West Virginia, and adopted 3 of our patients (ages 1,3, and4). It has been an adventure of ups and downs and learning to laugh at ourselves. Yet, somewhere in the midst of kids, chickens, and toothpaste covered dogs, I began to write again. My late night / early morning escape lets me dream beyond all limits. I hope that you will enjoy the journey of the stories as much as I have writing them.

Monday, June 17, 2019

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Falling For My Nemesis (Sweet Water High, #6) by Tia Souders (Young Adult Contemporary Romance)

Falling For My Nemesis: A Sweet YA Romance
Tia Souders
(Sweet Water High, #6)
Publication date: June 11th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Spending time with my nemesis never felt so good.
Carson Brooks has been my enemy since the day he moved to town and tried to drown me in a rogue wave.
Not only are we enemies, but we’re not quiet about it either. We’re polar opposites. Where I’m a perfectionist and methodical in all things, he is carefree and the life of the party.
While Carson tries to trip me in the halls on a regular basis, I’m busy glaring holes through his disgustingly thick skull.
Oh, and did I mention I’m best friends with his little brother? Talk about inconvenient.
But it’s our senior year and my life is unraveling. My parents are at each other’s throats, I have yet to hear back about early admissions at the college of my choice, and I have no date to the Snowflake Ball. So, when Carson whacks me in the face with a basketball during gym class, I snap. I go for his throat–literally.
Now Sweet Water’s principal is giving us a choice: face suspension or find a way to work together on the holiday Angel Project.
Great. As if living in a warzone weren’t enough, now I have to spend time with the enemy.
But as tensions rise and we begin spending time together, I realize there’s more to Carson Brooks than his cocky exterior. Maybe I like him more than I thought. Maybe a little too much.
A burst of laughter from center-court stole my attention. I glanced over to see Carson cackling with Olivia, a basketball casually hooked under his arm, looking as carefree as ever.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to Harper. Typical. Of course he would be fawning all over someone like her. He was probably going to the dance with either her or Tasha, one of Sweet Water’s MG’s. They might be popular and beautiful, but they earned their nickname as the school’s Mean Girls for a reason. I couldn’t imagine if I showed up dateless. No doubt Carson would relish the opportunity to rub my solo-status in my face.
I could picture it now, those crystal blue eyes glittering menacingly under the disco ball in the gym, his hair dark and rumpled. Couldn’t get a date, Shorty? he’d say, and then I’d punch him.
Ugh. Why was I even thinking about him?
I crossed my arms over my chest and mustered a smile. “No worries. I’m sure I’ll—”
My words cut off at the sound of someone yelling, “Heads up!”
But it was too late. I wasn’t fast enough. I was too wrapped up in my own personal crisis to react before the basketball smashed into my face—wham!
I doubled over, my hands flying to where the ball had torpedoed into my eye socket. The pain was sharp—blinding. It took my breath away. Several seconds ticked by before I managed to straighten and inhale, blinking a few times, eyes watering as I searched my surroundings with my good eye like a pirate.
My gaze narrowed, knife-sharp, zeroing in on my assailant. None other than Carson Brooks stood right in my line of vision, a smirk plastered across his perfectly symmetrical pretty-boy face.
I dropped my hand from my throbbing eye and Harper gasped beside me, covering her mouth, mumbling a muffled, “Oh my gosh.”
I gave her a cursory glance—she wasn’t helping—before I returned my focus back to the court where Carson began to laugh. Not a chuckle, but a bent over at the waist, full on belly roll.
And I snapped.
My hands balled at my side, while I stormed the eight feet separating us to his spot on the court, my eyes blazing, fists at the ready. I was a woman possessed as I closed the gap. All of my problems culminated in the single moment he lobbed the basketball into my face, and I was sure it was him. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. It was always him prodding me, poking me, pricking his needle-sharp jabs under my skin.
My face throbbed where he struck me with the ball, and as I neared, he laughed even harder. It took him but a minute to absorb the fury oozing from my pores, and his laughter faded, morphing into his signature smirk.
I didn’t think. I could only react, and before I knew what I was doing, before common sense could prevail, my slender fingers wrapped around his puny neck.

Author Bio:
Tia Souders is a city girl turned country. If life on a farm isn't interesting enough, renovating a century home with her hubs has kept her on her toes. There's nothing like discovering a fried squirrel in your furnace to make life fresh again.
She's an unapologetic wine-loving, coffeeholic with a sweet tooth. In-between wrangling her two children and drinking copious amounts of coffee, she reads and writes stories that tug on your heartstrings.
Visit her at tiasouders.com and join her newsletter for sneak peeks and more!


Friday, June 14, 2019

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Lost Horizon (Oz in Space, #1) by Michelle Hercules (Young Adult Fantasy Romance)

Lost Horizon
Michelle Hercules
(Oz in Space, #1)
Publication date: June 10th 2019
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult
A magical planet torn apart by war. A defiant space pilot cadet determined to save the ones she loves. The adventure of a lifetime.

Oz like you have never seen before.

Space Academy prodigy Dorothy Hanson doesn’t have time for love nonsense. She has one goal, complete the mission her parents started before their untimely death.

When a cosmic disturbance hits the Kansas Space Station, Dorothy seizes that opportunity to go on her first space voyage. She didn’t expect to be sucked into a vortex nor land on a strange planet ravaged by war.

Stranded, she must embark on a perilous mission to the Land of Oz, the only nation that possesses the technology to send her home. Three strangers join Dorothy in her quest, all carrying reasons of their own for reaching Emerald City. A man without memories marked with a strange symbol on his face. A cyborg with a chip on his shoulder and a mysterious past. And a scarred hellioncat plagued by nightmares in the dark.

Dorothy doesn’t know if she can trust them, but as their journey progresses, their bond becomes stronger and Dorothy’s feelings evolve from suspicion to caring too much. Torn between contradicting emotions, she must find the strength to fight the evil forces that stack up against them along the way. Surviving the trip on the yellow road is priority number one, but can she survive losing her heart?
With my heart pounding fiercely inside my chest, I leave Horizon’s shadow, circling around its mangled front to peer at what lies on the other side. My jaw slackens when I spot an armored vehicle in the shape of a spider and as wide as a tank, attempting to stand on its multiple mechanical legs. They are bent and can’t withstand the weight of the vehicle’s body, which has also suffered substantial damage.
Oh my stars. That’s what I hit when Horizon crashed. Is there anyone inside?
I run toward the alien machinery, stopping short when it finally collapses in a heap of distorted metal. A large piece of its frame—the door is my guess—flies out as if pushed by an incredible force. A woman dressed in black-and-red armor jumps out of the vehicle, her flaming crimson hair a stark contrast to her colorless skin. Her appearance reminds me of the wicked witches depicted in ancient children’s books. She pierces me with soulless eyes before she menacingly raises one hand in my direction.
“You! How dare you attack me!”
“I didn’t mean to crash into you. It was an accident. Are you okay?”
She ignores my question and ambles forward, favoring one leg. Shocked to see someone who looks human by all accounts and speaks the official language of the Star Freedom Alliance, I don’t realize what the woman intends to do until a glowing red energy sphere erupts from the woman’s hand, bearing down on me.
I leap out of the projectile’s trajectory just in time, missing the blast by a hair. The ground explodes in a shower of debris where the energy sphere landed. My survival instincts kick in. Getting back on my feet, I whirl with my blaster, ready to fire. But the evil woman moves so fast I can’t take aim. She fires another power blast in my direction, hitting the tip of my weapon and sending it flying away.
Before I can retrieve my blaster, she launches herself at me, pushing me to the ground with her on top. Her cold fingers wrap around my neck, pressing hard as her demented stare pierces through my eyes. Thrashing my body as I attempt to free my airway from her merciless grip, I spot a great shadow cross the sky, momentarily blocking the sun. Mirus. He’s still nearby. The knowledge gives me renewed strength. I will not die today at the hands of this witch.
Toto jumps on her shoulder and bites her on the cheek. The deranged woman shrieks before releasing my neck to deal with him. Free at last, I shove her off me and quickly roll back onto my feet.
I need my blaster.
Searching manically for it, I spot the weapon only a few paces from where I stand. I make a dash for it, throwing my body on the ground when I sense a blast coming my way. Another explosion sounds nearby as I curl my fingers around the gun’s handle.
Rolling on my back, I take aim, firing in the next second. The blast hits the evil creature squarely on her chest, sending her flying backward. Using my hand for support, I push myself off the ground. The woman is lying on her back, utterly still. Moving closer with care, I keep my blaster poised to fire. When I stop next to her inert form, I understand why she’s not moving. The witch is dead.

Author Bio:
USA Today bestselling author Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would write a novel. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first book, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.


Thursday, June 13, 2019

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Surrender (Scandalous Series - Stand Alone) by Ady Anes (New Adult Romance)

Title: Surrender
Series: Scandalous Series (standalone)
Author: Ady Anes
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2019 Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
Can you surrender your body without surrendering your heart?
Nicholas Reed, the proud owner of Hedonism, where everything you desire can be found under one roof. Andrea Johnson is everything he wants.
Beautiful. Submissive. Willing to be his.
Andrea knew the moment she met Nic nothing would be the same. He’s offering everything a girl could want, himself. So, what’s the problem? She’ll never have his heart though he’ll likely keep a piece of her forever.
Can she still be his without surrendering all of herself?
**Contains mature content** 
For maximum reading enjoyment – recommended reading order for the Scandalous Series:
Attraction (Book One)
Irresistible (Book Two)
Temptation (Book Three)
Until Him (Book Four)
Reverence (Book Five)
Surrender (Book Six)
Forsaken (Book Seven)
I stare at the computer screen finally finishing the major assignment due for class. Regret and uncertainty swirl together. It isn't anyone's fault but mine that I'd chosen to give up the chance to go to a nationally accredited school for interior design for senior year of college and possibly pursue a Master's. I was the one who weighed the options and decided to stay. But the what ifs occasionally plague me.
What if I had gone?
Would we all still be as close, even hundreds of miles apart?
Would Nicholas have even noticed my absence?
Doesn't matter now anyways…. What's done is done. I roll my shoulders trying to ease some of the tension. I love majoring in interior design. I intend to follow in my mother's best friend, Rowan's, footsteps. For as long as I can remember I've always been drawn to color schemes, placement of furniture and objects, windows and lighting, minute details, and thought-out themes. I was the kind of little girl who focused more on her Barbie's dollhouse and the layout than the actual dolls and what they were wearing.
I close my laptop pleased with the final product. I love mastering concepts with the computer-aided design software used in classes. The days of sketchpads are slowly being replaced with software programs and design applications. I love both forms: by hand and by computer. I want to excel in every facet of interior design. Fortunately, I've shadowed Rowan most of my life. Even before applying for college I had hands-on experience with bidding on new projects, sketching preliminary design plans, using computer applications, and overseeing design implementations. Yeah, that isn't everything involved in the process from start to finish but damn I know more than most even now as a college senior. Had I stayed in Chicago, I would've had a guaranteed internship with Rowan. Hell, I could've gone back home during the summer, but instead opted to stay and work at Scandalous with the girls. Rowan will always be there, but I'll probably never get another opportunity like the gig with the girls. It also doesn't hurt that Nicholas is the owner.
"Are you done yet?" Desirae bellows from the hallway. That girl is so impatient. It won't take her long to plow through the door. I put my things away. It's Thursday night which means we're going out to dinner. Carina's men, Valentino and Marco, own several nightclubs including the highly sought-after, Club 69. The line to get into that club always wraps around the building. We try to have dinner together once a week, typically Wednesday or Thursday night, since the weekends are so hectic. If the guys aren't working, we're performing at Scandalous, or completing school assignments. It's amazing we consistently find time to spend together with this size group.
"I'm starving" Desirae whines the moment I exit the room.
"Keep your panties on" I roll my eyes at her. Carina, Desirae, Sati, and I all live in a four-bedroom apartment right on campus. It's near impossible to get any size apartment in this complex but thanks to our connection with Jaxon Wright, who so happens to be the nephew of the Dean… well, life is good.
"You know on most days that's questionable" Desirae suggestively waggles her eyebrows.
"No, I don't want to find out" I cut her off knowing she'd damn well show me too. "Where are we eating tonight?"
"Griffin insisted on some Hibachi place" she shrugs her shoulders while herding Sati and Carina. "He said he's still scarred from the last place we suggested."
I snort with the memory of the overenthusiastic waiter who couldn't contain his excitement at so much eye candy in one room. And it wasn't the girls he was eyeing either. Marco ate it up, completely comfortable with his bisexuality while Jaxon and Griffin were on the edge of their seats ready to take off if the waiter made one wrong move.
"Did the guys make a reservation?"
"Yep" Carina replies, "Beatriz can't make it though."
"Again?!" I've accepted the fact that Ariel is no longer associating with us after the fallout from Carina's attack but as each day passes we wonder if Beatriz is following in her footsteps too.
"I think Bea was trying to visit Melissa" Sati quietly interjects. Unlike Ariel, Beatriz is trying to remain friends with everyone. Our core group used to contain eight girls PLUS the guys. Now it's all changed. The dynamics within the group have altered too. We've gone from having Carina and Desirae as the nucleus with me, Beatriz, Sati, Ariel, Chelsea, and Melissa as part of the group to having Chelsea and Melissa getting kicked out and Ariel following them. It left Beatriz trying to balance a friendship between both groups while remaining impartial to all parties involved. It's not an easy thing to do considering that Chelsea had been intimately involved in a series of events that ended up getting Carina assaulted and her naked image plastered all over the internet. Melissa was a knowing accomplice which immediately got both girls banned. Ariel still believes they're incapable of something like that despite the damning evidence. And since she's known Chelsea longer than us she's chosen to disassociate herself. Beatriz on the other hand doesn't want to lose Ariel or Melissa as a friend and is trying her best to remain close with everyone.
"Did you hear that she was sent to a rehabilitation facility or something?" Sati questions. Melissa was the most susceptible to Chelsea's manipulations and unfortunately brunt most of the aftermath of everything that happened. She testified against Chelsea and Pete, the assailant involved in Carina's attack, with the stipulation that she had to seek help. No one's spoken to her since then.
"I wish her the best"
"I hope she rots in hell" Desirae scoffs, instantly disagreeing with me. "You're making me lose my appetite even thinking about those cunts. Let's go before I change my mind."
Carina and Sati sigh but don't reply. Desirae has no qualms about letting her true feelings be known. Hell, if anything after the attack Desirae had gone after Chelsea and beat the shit out of her. I would never dream of crossing her.
"Still I don't want to lose Bea" I firmly state. Desirae may be intimidating as hell, but there's no way I'm going to bite my tongue on this. Technically, Des and Carina came into our group and shook everything up. And although I'll gladly admit that it was for the better, they were technically the additions to the group.
"I for one am glad that we have Leticia" Desirae pipes up. The loss of Chelsea, Melissa, and Ariel were worth it with the addition of Leticia. "Beatriz isn't going anywhere Drea… I respect the fact that she's a loyal friend."
Our eyes widen with surprise. Des isn't exactly known for her compassion and empathy. If she doesn't begrudge Beatriz, then it says a lot about her respect for the girl's loyalty towards her friends.
Ady Anes is a dutiful wife and mother in real life, but a dirty girl between the pages. Her love for reading transfers into her passion for writing. She always has stories floating in her head, ready to pour onto blank pages. Ady has a killer sweet tooth, loves music and sports, and names her kids and fur babies after fictional characters.