Saturday, May 31, 2014

Crane Blog Tour





The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.

Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep.

What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?

Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.

But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?


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If his wife hadn’t let her ass grow to the size of a sofa, Vic wouldn’t have to cheat. Shrugging his navy blue sport coat over his shoulders, he stepped forward, allowing the hotel room door to shut behind him with a soft thump. A smug smile curled across his face, his chest puffing with pride at his own prowess—thanks in part to those spiffy little blue pills his doctor prescribed. The heels of his wing-tipped loafers clicked against the cement stairs, one impeccably manicured hand running along the handrail as he descended. The rusted metal rail squeaked its protest under the faint touch. Taking its suggestion, he retracted his hand. 


Why he humored Karma by letting her drag him to this dive every week, he had no idea.


Her firm little apple bottom isn’t that great, he mused to himself, snorting a quick, dry laugh. 


Of course it was. She made good money with it at the Sugar Shack down by the airport. Grinding to R&B’s raunchiest hits, while clad only in a sequin thong. She was a sweet, albeit naïve, girl that believed if she stroked Vic’s … ahem, ego just the way he liked, she would someday find a fat rock on her finger and the title of Van Tassel behind her name. Hence her insistence on the flea bag hotel. She had flipped her bleached blonde waves, batted those ridiculous fake eyelashes, and pouted that she couldn’t be seen as the “other woman” by the same crowd she would soon be rubbing elbows with. As if he would ever let that happen. Karma’s airbrushed nails and hooker heels would never fit into his world. After all, in Tarrytown the Van Tassel name meant something, and not because of the stupid legend the residents of the small glen of Sleepy Hollow mercilessly clung to. No, as one of the founding families they helped build this town. Meaning, here, he might as well be a Rockefeller. A fact he reveled in and would never tarnish with outward displays of his cheap conquests … no matter how well she could wiggle. 


Vic crossed the parking lot, lit only by one humming street lamp, with a wide, jovial stride. As he shook his keys from the pocket of his slacks, thumbing the button to unlock the doors, his phone buzzed from the breast pocket of his Armani shirt. 


Snatching it from its resting place, he tapped to answer. “Yello?”


“Don’t you sound chipper for someone working late?” Yvonne slurred, the only hint he needed that she’d already cracked open tonight’s bottle of wine. 


“Why shouldn’t I be chipper?” he playfully asked, turning to glance back up toward the room Karma had rented. A flash of her blonde locks appeared from behind the stained drapes. He raised his hand in a casual wave, but couldn’t tell from this distance if she returned the gesture. “I just finished showing a multi-million dollar estate that the buyers are very interested in, and now I get to head home to my loving wife.” 


“Yeah, right,” Yvonne openly scoffed, her voice muffled by her glass as she took another sip. “We’re the friggin’ Cleavers. Hey, Cassidy is at the mall. I need you pick her up on your—“


Vic jerked his head to the right, in the direction of the neighboring gas station. Between the normal ebb and flow of rushing traffic, he heard the distinct snap of hoof beats pounding over pavement. “What kind of idiot would bring a horse out this close to the highway?” 


“The highway? Where the hell are you, Victor?” 


A moment ago the drum of the approaching rider had been coming from the south of him, Vic was sure of it. Yet somehow, without so much as a faltered step, it shifted to the north. “Stopped for gas, that’s all.” Vic paid little attention to the lie rolling off his tongue as he rose up on tiptoe and craned his neck to peer into the darkness. 


“Oh!” Her momentary flash of accusation was all but forgotten at the exciting prospect of fresh booze. “Are you near Gordon Bleau’s? I need a bottle of Amaretto.” 


Vic stifled a cringe at the thought of his wife’s mixed drink induced wandering hands. If he wanted to fend off an overly Botoxed hag that reeked of booze, he’d go visit Nana at the home. Her old biddy friends loved him, and putting in his time there helped secure his spot in her will. “I’d love to, pet, but I’d hate to keep Cass waiting.” 


A hot, snorted breath heated the exposed skin of Vic’s neck, tickling down the collar of his shirt. He spun, his heart pounding painfully in his chest, and pressed his back to the car door. Chills raced up and down his spine, electrifying his entire body. Nothing. There was nothing before him but that lone buzzing light and the seedy motel. “Damn it! Punk kids!”


“And they have a horse?” Yvonne’s giggle morphed into a hiccup. “You better watch out, Vic. It could be one of those lesser known equestrian gangs.” 


The lightning that flashed on the otherwise calm night was the only omen Vic needed to spur him into action. Throwing himself off the car, his trembling fingers fumbled with the door handle. Behind him, metal hissed free from leather. Slowly—with a cold, hard fist of dread clenching his gut—his head swiveled.


“Oh,” he said with a nervous lilt of laughter to the ominous symphony of black before him. “That’s … good. You got me. I really believed for a sec—” 


Vic’s anxious, cracking plea morphed into a scream as the figure pulled back. The blade of their arched sword gleaming gold under the yellow-hued light. 


Victor’s hands raised in the only defense he could offer. “No! Noooo!” 


He sucked in one last gasp as metal winged through the air. 


“Vic? Victor!” Yvonne screamed, panic clearing her alcohol induced haze. “What’s happening?” 


The only response she received came in the form of a ghostly whinny … followed by a soft thump. Her shrieks were muted as the phone tumbled to the ground—right next to Vic’s still rolling head.



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RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
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Stacey Rourke lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. Mark your calendars! Her latest literary adventure, Crane, will release May 26, 2014. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this thrilling Legends Saga, as well as other literary projects.

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Book Talk Review; Eleanor & Park

 A beautiful story of first love set in 1986, Eleanor&Park is one that will have you remember what it was like to fall in love at age 16

 
 
 Two misfits.
 
 One extraordinary love.

 Eleanor
... Red hair, wrong clothes. Standing behind him until he turns his head. Lying beside him until he wakes up. Making everyone else seem drabber and flatter and never good enough...Eleanor.

 Park... He knows she'll love a song before he plays it for her. He laughs at her jokes before she ever gets to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes her want to keep promises...Park.
 
 Set over the course of one school year in 1986, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. When Eleanor meets Park, you’ll remember your own first love—and just how hard it pulled you under. 
 
 
Bono met his wife in high school, Park says.
So did Jerry Lee Lewis, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be, she says, we’re 16.
What about Romeo and Juliet?
Shallow, confused, then dead.

I love you, Park says.
Wherefore art thou, Eleanor answers.
I’m not kidding, he says.
You should be.

 It's the witty dialogue above; found with the blurb on amazon that was one of the reasons I fell so hard in love with Eleanor&Park. 
 This is a beautiful story of first love and first heartbreak. 

 Eleanor can't be anymore different than Park. She's big and awkward. Not really fat exactly but more like curvy and heavyset. She has crazy curly red hair, she has a broken life. 

 Park is half Asian, with these awesome green eyes, he is misunderstood at home. 

 When these two fall in love it makes other love stories pale in comparison. 

 There are probably dozens of reasons why they  shouldn't and hundreds of reasons why they should. 

 Eleanor doesn't have it easy, she isn't comfortable at home, and has never had an easy life. Her stepfather is a mean bastard and her real father is a absent one. 

 Park isn't understood in his life, his father doesn't understand him, he doesn't really fit in anywhere. 

 When these two first meet they ignore the hell out of each other. 

 But then they start to like each other. But not really, Park reads comics on the bus, Eleanor reads them over his shoulder. 

 This is the first communication they have. 

 And then they share music.

 And then they really start to be friends. 

 Before they become more.

 This book pulled at my heartstrings hard, and while it took a while for me to finally buy this book after seeing it and hearing about it, I am so glad I did. 

 The Blurb on Amazon doesn't really tell you much- however the on eon Goodreads (The One Posted Above) Does. 

 I felt for both characters, Eleanor is a really likeable character, one who I want to be friends with because she seems really cool. 

 Park is a very loveable guy. 

 When Park falls in love with Eleanor, it's different than other love stories. I don't think he realizes what that love is, until he says 'I love you'. I don't think either character understands the depth of their love until it's their, until they have to face it. 

 And that is what makes this story so beautiful. 

 I love Rainbow's writing style. The book flips between Eleanor's POV and Park's. It's in third-person POV and some lines flip between a beautiful few lines from Park to a few lines from Eleanor, and that is unique and beautiful. 

 It is also the type of writing that makes you think about what is being said. There are so many elements working against Eleanor and Park that you just pray for a HEA.

 I really want more Eleanor&Park. They deserve more, I crave another book about them.

 This story is a beautiful read if you are looking for a book about first love and first heartbreak. 

 Yes, I did cry, because the end killed it. This beautiful story had an ending that I wish went on forever. 

*Quote- "You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away." - Eleanor

               "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice, She looked like art, and at wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Park

For Rainbow's Author Talk:
 

 

Book Talk Amanda Maxlyn

 Amanda Maxlyn is the Author of What's Left of Me and the yet to be released What's Left of Us


 
 
About Amanda
 
 I’m a busy woman who thinks sleep is over rated.  I work full time in the medical field and am a full time mommy, wife, and reader.  There is never enough time in one day to get everything done!  It’s through reading that I have met so many amazing authors, bloggers, and other avid readers.  I love to travel, with BIG dreams of going to Europe some day, and am addicted to the following shows: Scandal, Vampire Diaries, Sex and the City, and Dexter.
 
 Nine fun facts about ME:
  1. I love all things pink.  My wedding dress was even pink.
  2. Aside from my Kindle, I’m addicted to coffee.
  3. I met my husband when I was sixteen, engaged at eighteen, and married at twenty.  I would do it all over again, too.
  4. Before leaving my boys (all three) I give them each a kiss and a wink.  Even if they’re sleeping.
  5. I believe in luck.  I have a lucky rabbit’s foot on my key chain (I have since I was sixteen and am on my third), a real four leaf clover, and three clovers tattooed on my right foot.
  6. Popcorn should be in its own food group.  I love it and eat it frequently.  I’m known to dip each kernel in pickle juice.
  7. I blush easily.
  8. My parents did not bless me with a voice to sing, but it’s something I love to do.  I sing everyday – whether in my car, the shower, or to my co-workers.  I like to think I sound like a very off key Mariah Carey.
  9. I have a weird obsession with odd numbers.
 
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 Tune in on Tuesday for the Book Talk on What's Left of Me 

 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Book Talk Rainbow Rowell

 Time for a new Book Talk Author!

 Rainbow Rowell is the Author of Fangirl, Eleanor & Park, Landline, and Attachments
 
 
 
 
 Rainbow Rowell writes books.
 Sometimes she writes about adults (Attachments and Landline).

 Sometimes she writes about teenagers (Eleanor & Park and Fangirl).

 But she always writes about people who talk a lot. And people who feel like they’re screwing up. And people who fall in love.

 When she’s not writing, Rainbow is reading comic books, planning Disney World trips and arguing about things that don’t really matter in the big scheme of things.

 She lives in Nebraska with her husband and two sons.

 Connect with Rainbow on her Website, Facebook, Twitter

 Comeback on Saturday for a Book Talk on Eleanor & Park

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Protecting You










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S. Donahue is a Philadelphia based author who penned her romance novel Acquiring Hearts in 2013, which earned her the title Amazon Best-selling Author, and Trusting Hearts in 2014 on an independent basis. She is currently working on the third novel Judging Hearts, set to be released Fall 2014. These books are part of her series titled The Heart Series.
Donahue is also working on a completely new series called The Boston Kirkpatricks. The first book in the series is called Protecting You which released May 2014. The second book in this series is called Locking You and will be released in Fall/Winter 2014. This series shows a different side of Donahue’s work. She decided to give her all and hopes it is very successful.

S. Donahue lives with her husband and their son in the city of Brotherly Love. 



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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

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 Found in you by K.L. Ruse




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Twenty-three-year-old Camryn Singer never imagined that she would return to the place where she lost everything. To grant a dying wish, she moves back to the small Jersey beach town where she grew up, hoping to somehow find the missing pieces of her life. Determined to keep her wounds unopened and her heart guarded, she instead slams head-first into Cole Stevens. 
 
 Sexy surfer Cole has always used the waves to numb the pain of his past. But when he runs into Camryn on the beach one day, he wants nothing more than for her to heal his scars and light the spark back in his life. 

Will Camryn and Cole be ripped apart when the ghosts from their pasts come back to life, or will they discover that it’s not until you’re lost, that you can be found?



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I am a middle school teacher who recently traded in my chalk for a laptop to follow my dream of writing contemporary romance novels. I live with my husband and two daughters in the suburbs of Philadelphia. When I'm not writing, I spend my time reading and relaxing with my family at my home-away-from-home, the Jersey shore.

After I graduated from Villanova University in 2003, I never imagined my path would lead me in this direction. Writing was a hobby, an outlet for me to live in a world of happily ever afters. Now as I watch my dream become a reality, I believe that happy endings do exist. 

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Release Day; Tempted

 
#2 in The BirthRight Series
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What if the very thing to save you—is the one thing beyond your reach?

Torn between the two men who have fallen for her--and the evil who wants to possess her--twenty-year-old Chloe Bishop can no longer remember the fatal vision which threatens her future happiness. But when the magical link is severed between Chloe and her Wiccan family, they must find a way to save her before temptation leads her into darkness—-and into the welcoming arms of Mr. Wrong.
A Sweet Upper YA / NA Paranormal Romance, perfect for fans of CHARMED! 
CONTENT RATING: (PG 13) No sex, passionate kissing, moderate swearing
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No matter how you try to fight it—Destiny has a mind of its own!
Returning home to her Wiccan roots wasn’t quite what nineteen-year-old Chloe Bishop had in mind for summer break. But when fate makes other plans, Chloe is forced to face her unwanted magical abilities—the destiny she never knew existed—and the handsome stranger who is somehow tethered to both.
 
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About the Author:
Brandi lives in central Pennsylvania with her fur-ball cats (Onyx and Klepto), where she spends most of her time attached to her laptops, reading books, appeasing her sweet tooth, and watching TV for motivation.

Growing up in a haunted house inspired Brandi’s fascination with the paranormal, so it only made sense that she’d write Urban Fantasy books for both teens and adults.

Brandi hasn’t been lucky enough to meet her soul mate (yet), so she writes paranormal tales of those who have. Her stories combine magical elements with real-life issues, strong female characters, semi-old fashioned men and family values, woven together and told from an emotional, first-person perspective. She enjoys writing sweet stories that teach girls it’s okay to speak your mind and be independent, career-driven, and not worry about fitting in to society’s mold.
In addition to the BirthRight Novels, she also has four additional adventures she’ll be writing over the next few years, so stay-tuned.


           

Blog Tour; TumbleWeed

 Blog Tour for Tumbleweed by Julia Bramer


Synopsis
"Two men were infinitely better than one, an intoxicating combination if I could find it, and my greedy self-indulgence was boundless, my sexuality unleashed those many years ago with him. His shadow haunted me ans shaped my obsession, the depth of my depravity deep and forged in the cafes and nightclubs and back alleys in a dozen countries with dozens of men. Once I started down that road, I couldn't stop and couldn't go back, a dark and insatiable impulse propelling me forward and driving me into the arms of strangers like the Mohammeds and into the sweltering barren desert." - Haley

Unable to cope with the loss of her first love, a charming and seductive Spanish soccer player, Haley Hanson abandons love entirely. She seeks solace in the arms of strangers and fame, a tumbleweed rolling where the guts of wind carry her, and she lands between a garbage of rotting food and a brick wall. Stuck in limbo and near death.

 Will love destroy her or conquer all?

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 We returned to the hotel after midnight and I immediately drew him a hot bath, adding bubbles from the upscale toiletry collection, and he let out a long sigh as he sank slowly into it, gazing at me expectantly as I hovered over him.

 “You come, cariño?” he asked, gesturing for me to join him, and my pussy immediately jumped to attention.

 I sat on the toilet and hurriedly removed my sandals and ripped off the tank top, my pulse racing as it always did when his luscious eyes turned seductive and mischievous.

 “You do naked dance, mi amor?” he asked.

 “Striptease,” I corrected, laughing, and he flicked bubbles in my direction, grinning boyishly.

 “You do striptease?”

 The suggestion made me hotter and I slowed down. I slid the jeans leisurely over my behind, turned away from him and bent over, giving him a good, long look at my ass in the skimpy thong as I wriggled out of the pants.

 “Fantástico,” he murmured, and I spun to face him, fluffing my hair so it fell wildly around my face.

 Then I slid my index fingers inside the panties, tracing them along my hip and the apex of my sex, and I plunged a hand inside, touching myself and licking my lips, enticing him with my tongue, and his eyes practically bugged out of their sockets.

 I smiled to myself. My first striptease and it turned me on as much as it did him, my slit dripping with juices and my clit plumping and pulsing, and if I’d wanted, I could’ve made myself come in an instant.

 I moaned softly, deliberately, and moved my hands up to my breasts, skimming the lacy fabric. I unhooked the bra and held it close to my chest, my hips swaying suggestively, and then I flung it at him.

 He snatched it out of the air, his coordination soccer perfect, as was he. Delicious, tantalizingly hot, the bubbles swirling around his rib cage as he smiled his uniquely crooked smile and gazed lovingly at me with his soft chocolate eyes.

 He was enjoying himself and so was I, and it was impossible not to love him.

 I shimmied my tits in his face, making a show of it, and his hands reached for them, but I backed away.

 “Mi amor, come with me,” he appealed.

 And I did, quickly peeling off the thong and sliding into the tub. I straddled him and he grasped the nape of my neck, gently drawing me in for a kiss, his tongue passionate, loving and intense, a slow sultry dance. I drowned in that kiss, swept under by a–

 The lock clicked. Baba was back. I silently cursed him, wanting to remain in the past, wanting to stay with Mikel. I remained immobile and kept my eyes closed, and I felt him looming over me, sensed the stark light streaming from the ceiling and smelled cigarette smoke.






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 From the author of the erotic romance series The Vitamin D Treatment and Side Effects, The Vitamin D Treatment Finale, Julia Bramer turns the erotic romance genre upside down in Tumbleweed. Tapping into readers’ primal fears and incorporating reverse gender stereotypes and recent historical events in an intelligent way, she weaves a complex tale of love, heart-racing romance and sex.

 Julia is the former Executive Director of a charitable foundation in Colorado and has traveled the world with her husband seeking an understanding of different cultures and gathering stories. Her novels incorporate many of the places she’s visited and people she’s met along the way.

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