Thursday, May 26, 2016

DIRTY WORK by Chelle Blis​s & Brenda Rothert (COVER REVEAL)


Authors - Chelle Bliss & Brenda Rothert
★STANDALONE NOVEL★
Release Date - July 26, 2016
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After serving his country with distinction on the battlefield, there’s only one place left for Jude Titan to fight – Washington, DC. The people of the great state of Illinois welcomed home their hero, and it’s because of them that he’s running for Congress. #TrustTitan
But there’s a problem. His opponent, Reagan Preston, is a temptation he can’t afford. Reagan Preston grew up in politics, groomed from an early age to carry on the family tradition. She’s in the biggest fight of her life against the golden boy, Jude Titan. It’s an uphill battle against one of the most eligible bachelors in Chicago, but she’s ready. With the backing of her family and friends, her campaign is a force to be reckoned with. #PurePreston What starts out as a fight for the ages turns into an attraction so intense they’ll both risk ruin for it. #PoliticsIsFilthy #DirtyWork 

   

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Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives near the Gulf of Mexico, but hates sand. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She loves spending her free time with her 2 cats, hamster, and alpha male boyfriend.
Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She's a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.


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Saturday, May 21, 2016

ALL THE RAGE BY T.M. FRAZIER (EXCERPT REVEAL)





All the Rage 
by T.M. FRAZIER
Coming June 7th

They call me Rage. 
My real name is like a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up. 
I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. 
You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen. 
And I'm a killer. 
This life is all I know. It’s all I want to know. It keeps the s**t buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much. 
Without dwelling on the past. 
Until him. 
It all changes when an ordinary boy becomes my next target.
And my first love. 
I have to choose. 
The only life I’ve ever known has to die, or he does. 
Either way, I’ll be the one pulling the trigger...
All the Rage is a STANDALONE 


Copyright T.M. FRAZIER 2016
ARE YOU READY TO RAGE?

“What you don’t seem to understand is all that matters right now is standing right fucking here,” Nolan said, his voice thick and deep. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them, glimmering with wicked intent. One side of his full lips curled upward in a devilish smirk.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by him.

Or at least, from the way he continued to fuck me with his eyes, I knew I was about to be.

Nolan took a step forward and I took two back. Our little dance made him chuckle, the sound coming from deep within his throat. With just that little laugh my insides clenched so hard I gasped.

Nolan’s smirk grew into a knowing smile. His eyes darted to the space between my legs where my shorts had ridden up, exposing every inch of my shaking thighs.

He licked his bottom lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue.

My inner battle raged on between wanting to run away from him, and wanting to run straight into him. Although, it wasn’t like it mattered which option won out in the end. The pier was narrow, and Nolan was blocking my only way out.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he snapped the leather together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night air.

Our dance continued as he took another step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don't seem to feel the same way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now," Nolan started. "I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His last step closed the space between us.

My back hit the railing, trapping me between the end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became even more labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his. Pressing against my stomach I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the worn fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into need. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I'm not going to stop fucking you until you realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”

That's when I realized there would be no escaping this time.

From him.
From this.
From us. 




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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

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Thursday, May 19, 2016

Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys Series) by M. Robinson (BLOG TOUR/REVIEW)




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BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
COVER MODEL MITCH MCKERSIE
COVER DESIGN THE FINAL WRAP
RELEASE MAY 10TH 


They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...

My demise.





Colors blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times and just like that…
I saw her face.
As if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My whole world…
My girl.
I felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving to fucking love her.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to believe me.
Aching for her to love me again like she used to.
I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes, subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It was too powerful.
It was too vivid.
I grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I urged with desperation in my tone.
Still nothing.
I tried again and again and again.
I would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To talk to me.
To save me.
To crave me.
Time just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!” she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My heaven.
“What do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this anymore!”  
I shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time where she didn’t hate me.
“I remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just happened.
My nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you remember what my love feels like?”
I heard her faintly breathing.
“Do you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see that? I’m dying without you.”
“No, Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say that.
“The first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More silence.
“I had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine. Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She sniffled into the phone.
“I made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real. For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing I can’t give you.”

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I did it. I've survived it, and it was one heck of an emotional roller coaster ride.... TUMULTUOUSLY THRILLING! 
Crave Me was EVERYTHING! Well written, sexy, endearing, and at times, gut wrenching. ALL THE FEELS! Austin and Briggs, two individuals who without having found each other, are otherwise alone. Austin, the outsider, and Briggs the orphan, find each other and become one another's everything. Their relationship could be perfect, but there's only one thing that stands in the way of that. DRUGS! 

M. Robinson is notorious for evoking an ugly cry. I literally asked for prayers before reading, to cushion the blow.
Her readers know just how emotionally draining the books will be, why do they read them? Why do I read them (every single one of them)? Well, an M. Robinson read, is the new roller coaster ride, that literary amusement park ride that you have to build the courage just to step in line and have second thoughts once you're fastened in the car. Once the ride begins, you go thru a barrage of emotions. "Oh, this is not that bad." "I can deal with this". Then the build up happens and your still feeling confident, but a little shaky, it's too late to turn back now (the book is just too darn good ), and besides you're strapped in. BUT THEN THERE'S THAT DEVASTATING DROP. WTF?!?!?!? And that drop seems to last forever. When it is going to stop? But it finally does, and all calm seems to come back. You've made it and you're still alive. In fact, you're ready to go again. And that's exactly what you do. That's exactly what I do after reading an M. Robinson masterpiece. Her collection of novels should be called "M. ROBINSON'S LITERARY AMUSEMENT PARK"! 

Austin and Briggs story will melt your heart, sear your panties, and burn your eyelids! (Like I said, ALL THE FEELS)
Crave Me was one heck of a roller coaster ride, but worth every thrilling moment! 5 STARS! 
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Sunday, May 15, 2016

All The Rage by T.M. Frazier (TEASER/EXCERPT/PREORDER)





All the Rage 
by T.M. FRAZIER
Coming June 7th

They call me Rage. 
My real name is like a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up. 
I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. 
You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen. 
And I'm a killer. 
This life is all I know. It’s all I want to know. It keeps the s**t buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much. 
Without dwelling on the past. 
Until him. 
It all changes when an ordinary boy becomes my next target.
And my first love. 
I have to choose. 
The only life I’ve ever known has to die, or he does. 
Either way, I’ll be the one pulling the trigger...
All the Rage is a STANDALONE 


Copyright T.M. FRAZIER 2016
ARE YOU READY TO RAGE?

“What you don’t seem to understand is all that matters right now is standing right fucking here,” Nolan said, his voice thick and deep. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them, glimmering with wicked intent. One side of his full lips curled upward in a devilish smirk.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by him.

Or at least, from the way he continued to fuck me with his eyes, I knew I was about to be.

Nolan took a step forward and I took two back. Our little dance made him chuckle, the sound coming from deep within his throat. With just that little laugh my insides clenched so hard I gasped.

Nolan’s smirk grew into a knowing smile. His eyes darted to the space between my legs where my shorts had ridden up, exposing every inch of my shaking thighs.

He licked his bottom lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue.

My inner battle raged on between wanting to run away from him, and wanting to run straight into him. Although, it wasn’t like it mattered which option won out in the end. The pier was narrow, and Nolan was blocking my only way out.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he snapped the leather together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night air.

Our dance continued as he took another step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don't seem to feel the same way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now," Nolan started. "I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His last step closed the space between us.

My back hit the railing, trapping me between the end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became even more labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his. Pressing against my stomach I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the worn fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into need. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I'm not going to stop fucking you until you realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”

That's when I realized there would be no escaping this time.

From him.
From this.
From us. 




iBooks Preorder: https://goo.gl/KP37R5 






T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

Stalk Her: Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads.






Thursday, May 12, 2016

Honor Me (Men of Inked Series # 6) by Chelle Bliss (BLOG TOUR)

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Honor Me, Men of Inked Book 6, by Chelle Bliss
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City & Suzy are back!
I had everything I ever wanted—a wife, a kid, with two more on the way. I was living the American dream. After the babies were born, we hit a rough patch. I did everything to prove my love, to show Suzy that nothing was more important than her. After some work and a lot of time, we found our groove again. Just when life had evened out, a familiar enemy came back to haunt us. It wasn’t my past that followed us, but my brother’s. When the danger gets too close, I’ll do anything to defend my family. There’s nothing more important than the people I love, and I’ll protect what’s mine—even if it costs me my life.
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Suzy glared at me. "What's this we shit? I'm the one with two aliens inside of me, trying to claw their way out of my body. I'm the only one pushing them out of my tiny vagina. Not you. Not her. Me!" She waved her hands frantically in the air. "I'm the one doing everything while you sit there calm, sexy, and without your body splitting in two. I'm going to be the one tearing wide open as I push two humans and their giant Gallo heads out of my body." She collapsed, gasping for air, and closed her eyes. I bit my lip. Pregnant Suzy was unpredictable, but in-labor Suzy was just downright scary. "I know, sugar. You're doing all the hard work. I'm just here to cheer you on and support you." Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew wide when she glanced up. "Support me? If you want to support me, you'll never knock me up again. You want to cheer me on?" She rolled her eyes and made a noise low in her throat. "Stop fucking talking." I braced myself, waiting for her head to do a 360. I brought my mouth right next to her ear. "My sweet little wife, you beg for my cock every day. It takes two to tango, sweetheart. I didn't put you in that bed." I lowered my voice further, whispering, "Your sweet little cunt did." She closed her eyes again and moaned. "You're just too damn good. I can't keep my hands to myself. It's still your fault, my dear husband." I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst into laughter. "Now, I fuck you too good?" "Yes!" she screeched, pounding her fist on the crappy, plastic hospital bed. "If you weren't so good at it, I wouldn't be lying here right now." Just as I was about to reply, the nurse walked in. "I hear someone is ready to push." Her voice was so chipper, kind of like my wife's used to sound like before pregnancy. "Are we excited?" she asked, moving a tray of instruments next to the foot of the bed. "I just want this over. I'm so freaking uncomfortable." "That makes two of us," I muttered and nodded at the nurse with a fake smile on my face before leaning over and kissing Suzy's forehead. "Ready, sugar?"

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5 STARS
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Oh boy, did I miss City! Chelle Bliss', Honor Me, came just time for my Men of Inked Series fix!
City/Joey is still very protective, loving, sexy... Just plain ALPHA!

What I loved about Honor Me, is that it dealt with a serious issue, that was relative to the readers. Suzy's feelings, about her pregnancy and body image is a very real issue among many, and I love the way it was written about and addressed. Joey is f-ing AMAZING! 

Love Chelle's writing. It's always a combination of fun, sex, suspense, and FAMILY! There's nothing like a Gallo event! The banter between the siblings is the best, and now with new additions, it's even better. There's lots of funny in HONOR ME!

LOVED HONOR ME. You will too. 5 STARS ♥️

 
About the Author
Bliss
Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. Currently she's written a dozen books in three different series. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and hamster.
Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.
 
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