Release Blitz #giveaway: Atlas by Alyne Roberts

Stella lost everyone and everything important to her. After all the lies and hiding, she's ready for a fresh start somewhere where her brother’s enemies won’t find her. One last night out turned into her worse nightmare. The morning she should be moving away from all the painful memories, she finds herself a captive by exactly who she was running from.

Atlas is determined to finish what they started. Stella is unknowingly the key to solving the unanswered questions her brother left behind. Taking advantage of their sexual chemistry at the club, he forced her to his lake house. He promised her protection but Stella made a promise of her own: Trust no one, especially the man responsible for ruining her life.

What happens when Stella’s life depends on trusting Atlas? What happens when keeping Stella is risking everything he worked for? What if neither one is willing to let go?

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"Stella," I heard Atlas growl from the end of the hall. Only a few dozen feet of expensive hardwood floor separated us. The sound of his deep and commanding voice pushed one more burst of will through me. I could hear my own cries as I punched the rest of the shards away. The glass digging into my skin didn't register in my mind as I tried to push my body through the thin opening. I was able to fit the upper half of my body through before I felt a hand grab my leg. "You fucking bitch." One of the goons had my leg and yanked me roughly back. "Let go!" I cried and kicked. My bare foot connected with a hard body and I was released. Hearing my name called once more, I used every ounce of strength to pull myself the rest of the way. Glass and wood scraped at my skin, but I didn't stop. I could feel the cool night air on my skin. I could smell the rain that had recently fallen and saw the moon hidden in the clouds in the sky. I was outside! The night was so dark I couldn't see a more than few feet in front of me. I actually couldn't see any light in the distance at all. My heartbeat thumped and my breath came in hard pants as I ran away from the house. I could hear the shouts for me, and Atlas barking commands, but I couldn't look back. It didn't matter that I had no idea where I was going. My bare feet hit the gravel and my body cut through the night air as I sprinted up the gravel drive. I had to keep going. I had to lose him and find help. I just had to keep running. "Stella! Stop!" My heart stopped when I heard Atlas's voice behind me. In a panic, I turned off to the right into the tall grass. I could hear him cursing as he entered the thick brush behind me. The grass and branches slapped my bare skin, stinging me. This would be my only hope to lose him and get away. I kept running, ignoring the pain and shortness of breath until I couldn't hear him any longer. Bent over with my hands on my knees, I struggled to breathe. Every gasp of air burned and my entire body ached. I couldn't see in the darkness, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding. Even the moon had been swallowed by the clouds. Goosebumps trailed over my sweaty skin as I noticed how very lost and screwed I really was. "There's nowhere to go, Stella," his voice surrounded me. "You won't get away." Fuck! Just when I thought I was alone, he had found me. A cry escaped my lips and I tried to run, only to be pulled back. My back hit a hard body behind me at the same time a hand clamped over my mouth. My cries and screams were muffled under the pressure of his hand. Another arm snaked around my chest and fingers wrapped around my throat. "Shh," Atlas whispered in my ear. "That was fucking stupid. So stupid. You're hurt now." I lashed out against him but it was pointless. The hand around my throat tightened in warning. His hold was strong and held me immobile in his arms. I slumped against him in defeat and despair. All the strength and determination leaked out of my body. He found me. I ran and he caught me. I was warned how foolish it would be to run and now I would have to face the consequences. Tears streamed down my face and over his hand as the adrenaline wore off and reality sank in. Everything hurt and it was only Atlas holding me up on my feet. His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Don't you dare fucking scream, understand?" I nodded once and his fingers slowly lifted from my mouth and wrapped around my waist. I pulled in a deep breath, feeling the pain in my ribs with the inhale. Atlas tilted my head back while still keeping his grip on my throat. Even though I couldn't see his face, I felt his hard stare on me. Anger was rolling off his body in hot waves, and every muscle pressed to me was rock hard.

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It’s been ten years, and I live every day with the weight of regret on my shoulders.

We’ve all done bad things, things that we are ashamed of. But those things make us the people that we are today. And today, I’m Liam Brown. When those closest to me were killed, I had to kill my former self just to stay alive. My real name is Micah Lomano, and I left my life fabricating a web of lies along the way to keep what I had done a secret. But I never forgot about Natalene, and now nothing matters…because I don’t have her.

After one fatal night rocked us to the core, everything changed.

I had everything I’d ever wanted: the perfect guy, a loving family, and more money than I knew what to do with. But in an instant, my world stopped. Somehow I’d survived, but I lost everything I knew, everything I wanted. Including myself. I knew then that nothing would ever be the same. I waited for Micah to find me, just like he promised he would. But he never did, and it was when I needed him most. So I was forced with a choice, one that I didn’t want to make: Raise his child on the run or give her up?
 
The decision wrecked me and what hurt most off all…Micah had no idea that I was pregnant. 

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  Micah

                   The champagne cork shoots to the ceiling with a resounding pop! It’s a sound I’ve always loved, a sign of celebration. Nick slings an arm over my dad’s shoulder and holds the bottle high in the air. I keep myself closely wrapped around Natalene, never seeming to have her close enough to me. She has the biggest grin on her face, and I’ll always do whatever it takes to keep it that way.
                  “To the heist of a lifetime,” Nick says filling four glasses. We each grab one, and my dad speaks before we drink. “To my sons and Natalene, thank you all for helping me pull this one off.” We all clink our glasses together before knocking back the crisp liquid. I set mine down, just as Nick shakes the rest of the bottle, spraying the three of us. The liquor streams down my face and I laugh, especially when I look at Natalene – she is absolutely drenched.
                  The room is filled with laughter – laughter from my family. These are the closest people in the world to me, and I wouldn’t change this moment for anything. We prepared eight months to hit my dad’s associate after he let my mom die, and finally, today was the day of retaliation, and we pulled it off flawlessly.
                  I know there is no amount of money that will ever bring her back. But we’ve financially hurt the man responsible and will get enough for a fresh start, a start where we can be new people and escape our troubles here. We are set to leave the country in the morning, and from tomorrow forward, I’ll be Liam Brown. Micah Lomano will be dead.
                  Natalene grabs my arms, pulling me closer to her. Her touch alone brings a kick of excitement to my stomach. She kisses me hard, our lips pressing fiercely together. “Get a room,” my brother yells. But I can’t stop myself. With Nat, I never can – I’ve always given into her and always will.
                  “I have something for you,” she whispers into my ear. Raising an eyebrow at her, I’m intrigued. “I’ll be right back.” I take a seat on the couch and watch her walk away from me. Her short hair bounces with each step.
                  “Do you want another?” Nick asks me.
                  “Nah, I’m good, brother.” He grabs two beers from the fridge and passes one to our dad as he hangs up his phone. “Is everything good?” I ask, still worried that Moretti will retaliate for what we did, not feeling a hundred percent safe as long as we’re still sitting here and not completely out of his reach.
                  “Yeah, it’s great.” They crack open their beers as I wait for Natalene to come back downstairs. That’s when something catches my eye, even though it’s probably just me being paranoid. But needing to check things out, I get up and am stopped dead in my tracks. The room pings with gunfire as shot after shot blazes around. I drop to my knees, but it’s too late – I’ve been hit. Pain ensues, my worst fears coming true. I knew Moretti would act fast; I should’ve fucking listened to my gut. I try to move, willing my body up the stairs – I have to get to Nat. But another round of bullets blows through me. I look down at my bloody abdomen and collapse. The pain is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. A fire brews inside of me, and I can’t imagine my life ending this way. Looking to my left, my brother is on the floor, blood pooled around his head, his eyes staring blankly. Lifeless. The sight alone takes me away from the pain I’m feeling. His life ripped from him so quickly. The gunmen stalk my dad, slowly walking towards him. My dad stands with a gun on the two men and I lay my head on the brown carpet closing my eyes, hopelessness washing over me. He won’t win.
                  “Moretti sends his condolences to you and your family, Mr. Lomano,” one of the gunmen says in his thick Italian accent.
                  My father tries to argue, pleading, but I’m focused on the stairs. Natalene is at the top of them on her knees looking down at me. Her hands are covering her mouth, trying to contain the anguish. It is clearly painted all over her features. Run, I mouth to her. She still has time to save herself. She nods her head. Pain etched across her face, I watch her turn and leave, my heart breaking at the sight, but I shut my eyes with her as my last vision. These fuckers came here for blood, and they will put another bullet in me, I’m sure of it. They aren’t leaving here ‘til all of us are dead. Slowing my breathing, I pretend to be gone; it’s my only chance. Another round of shots ring in the room and then a body hits the floor. I pray it’s not my dad.
                  But my nightmare comes true. Through a tiny slit of one eye, I can see that the two men are still alive. I’m fading fast, as each pump of blood pushes more and more out of my body. One of the men walks past me and kicks me on the way up the stairs. It doesn’t hurt any worse than the bullets that have shredded me to pieces. I remain quiet, still, terrified they will find Nat. As the seconds go by like minutes, I wait for screaming and more gun shots, but all is quiet minus their talking back and forth. Then they both come down the stairs and one of them says, “She must not be here, let’s clear out.”
                  I’m still waiting for one more bullet to my head when I feel their footsteps next to me. But they just walk past and leave. In the distance, I hear the click of both car doors and then tires squeal. I won’t last much longer, and I’m struggling to hold on to consciousness, when Natalene shakes me abruptly.
                  “Micah! Micah!” she screams resting her head against the back of mine.
                  I grunt a little and she exhales loudly. “You’re going to be okay, baby, hang in there.”
                  I shake my head, knowing I’m better off dead. “Go, Nat.”
                  “What?” she exclaims with tears in her eyes. “No, please don’t make me go.”
                  I swallow hard looking her in the eye the best that I can. She lies next to me on the floor, our faces mere inches apart. “You know the plan,” I swallow hard, “Six months.” I can barely choke out the words. In the distance is the faint sound of sirens. She’ll listen; she knows the rules of this life.
                 “I love you,” she says.
                 “I love you,” I reply as she kisses me. Her warm lips are my solace. I watch her feet walk away as far as I can see them. Tears well in my eyes as she leaves me for the last time. I know I won’t ever see her again, regardless of what happens. It’s the only way to keep her safe.

About LK

From bestselling author, LK Collins, comes Skepticism the fourth book in the #1 bestselling Life. Destiny. Fate. series. All though this is a series, each of these books can be read as a stand alone. LK writes an array of emotionally and sexy gripping Erotic Romance novels. She’s a lover of the oxford comma and everything in the writing world. Her stories are compelling and will draw you in from page one, and with twists and turns, she always keeps her readers enthralled 'til the end. When LK’s not lost in the minds of her characters, you can find her on the beach with her family, where her husband and writing partner, “The Prezident,” are sure to be plotting out her next tale. 

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Release Blitz #giveaway: Lucky Penny by L.a. Cotton

Title: Lucky Penny

Author: L.A. Cotton

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: November 30, 2015

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I was his lucky Penny. He was my light in the dark, hope in despair. Our bond was one of survival, friendship... first love.

But then we were ripped apart and Blake Weston became the memory I turned to when everything else in my life fell apart.

Seven years later, a summer working at Camp Chance is supposed to be my fresh start. Beautiful scenery and the chance to better the lives of foster children--kids like me. But when my eyes land on him across the fire, time stands still and feelings come rushing back to the surface. I thought I'd moved on, tucked him away in my heart. One look into his soulful blue eyes and I know I'm wrong. Blake Weston can heal the broken parts of me. Restore my hope. Love me.

It's our second chance. A sign we are supposed to be together.

Isn't it?

I was twelve when I survived the accident that killed my parents. Fourteen when I survived the devil. And sixteen, when I survived a heartbreak of the worst kind.

But in my twenty-three years, Blake Weston might just be the first thing I won't survive.

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Marissa didn’t follow me. It was most likely she had pieced together our story after Blake’s song. How could she not? It was as if he had weaved our entire relationship into his lyrics. I could feel his sixteen-year-old self singing every line to my sixteen-year-old self. Although, I was pretty certain the sixteen-year-old Blake I’d known then had no clue how to play the guitar.

After washing the tearstains from my face, I brushed my teeth. It was still early, but I couldn’t face going back out there, so I changed into my shorts and tank top and climbed into bed. Sleep would be impossible, but at least here, I was safe.

Most people felt lonely in solitude, but I welcomed the silence. I embraced it even. Something about the quiet, the knowledge no one else was around, comforted me. I knew it made me different. I didn’t need a shrink to tell me that, but it didn’t change the fact that I found sanctuary in being alone.

I lay there not really allowing myself to think. Thinking was dangerous; it led to remembering, and my memories were stained with pain and hurt and the kinds of things that made most people’s nightmares look like a walk in the park. Instead, I tracked the uneven cabin ceiling. My eyes followed the planes of the wood from one end to the other and back again until they grew heavy.

A knock on the door startled me sending my already restless heart into overdrive and I rubbed at my eyes.

“Hello?” I called out hoping to hear Marissa’s voice, but I knew it wasn’t her. She wouldn’t have knocked; she would have barged right in and demanded answers.

“Penny, it’s me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, but my mind betrayed me as an image of Blake’s face filled my head.

Another knock.

“Penny.”

Forcing myself to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. He wasn’t going away. Blake—our connection—was something I was going to have to deal with sooner or later, and from Blake’s admissions over the last few days, it seemed that he was making the decision for me.

My legs were like lead as I walked to the door. It swung open and Blake stood there looking at me with such reverence in his eyes I almost crumpled. Maybe I did crumple because, before my head had time to process what was happening, I was in Blake’s arms, and he was holding on to me like he needed me to breathe.

“I’ve missed you so much. I’ve tried to stay away, to give you space, but I can’t. I can’t spend another day feeling like you might slip through my fingers again.”

One of Blake’s hands buried itself in my hair and cradled my head holding me to him. My face pressed up against the collar of his hoodie, and I breathed him in. He smelled familiar, like damp grass and fresh air, of a time when things were less complicated, and my heart ached for us. At that moment, we weren’t two strangers reunited by chance; we were sixteen-year-old Blake and Penny.

And we needed each other to survive.

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Contemporary romance and romantic suspense

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L.A is author of the Fate’s Love Series and Chastity Falls Series. Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L. A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.

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Cover Reveal: F U Cancer by Hilaria Alexander

Title: F U Cancer

Author: Hilaria Alexander

Release Date: Dec 29, 2015

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Lucy has always been a good girl. The most hardcore thing she's done in her life was falling for a divorced man ten years her senior.

But he was the love of her life and she married him. When her Peter Pan of a husband decided to divorce her, she thought it was her chance to start anew. That was until she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Besides looking like Britney circa 2007, she is taking it well, real well. You might see her walk around the hospital during chemo sessions with bright colored wigs and outrageous t-shirts that seem to shock the most conservative employees. One of them reads F U CANCER.

I found him leaning against my car in the parking lot.

I got a Sixteen Candles flashback. He looked just as cool as Jake Ryan. The only difference was that he was leaning against my car, not his.

Oh, to be sixteen again. And make the same mistakes over and over. I wanted to get in the car with him and make out until I couldn't feel my lips anymore. I instinctively touched my lips and smiled to myself.

I met his eyes and smiled, but he gave me a serious, dark look.

Uh-oh. This wasn't going to be good. The butterflies in my stomach would be dead and gone pretty soon.

I let out a breath, mentally preparing to his apology.

It was a mistake, we shouldn't have...I shouldn't have started it. Ugh.

He looked nervous, and so was I. This was going to be a mess.

Then, suddenly, I knew how to break the tension.

“If you're hitting me up in this parking lot to score more crack, I'm sorry to say you're on the wrong track,” I told him, smiling, as I approached the car.

“What?” He looked confused as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Huh.

“Come on, you already went through your whole bag of candy or most of it, and you want to know if I can get you some more.”

“More?”

“Yes, more. You want more Bonkers, right? I should have known better. I'm basically feeding an addict now. Shame on me,” I teased.

“I didn't want to ask for more candy,” he laughed.

“Is this about the other night?” I asked him, unable to hide the frown on my face.

“Yes,” he replied. He just stared at me but added nothing else.

“I know what you're going to say,” I told him. 

“You do?” he asked and gave me a suspicious look.

“Yes. It's okay, really. You don’t have to say anything.”

“What do you think I'm going to say?”

“You’re going to say you think it was a mistake…we shouldn't have done it, yada yada yada,” I said gesturing. He cracked a smile. “You’re going to say it was just a spur of the moment, which it was. It was a great spur of the moment.”

He nodded in agreement.

“It was a great spur of the moment!” He flashed a charming smile.

“It was, wasn’t it?” I leaned against the car next to him, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem too upset about the kiss, after all. I felt suddenly lighter as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Yes, it was a spur of the moment. But it wasn't a mistake,” he said. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and gave me a look that made my stomach flip, and my heart took off, happily drumming away.

Now I was just dying to hear the rest, but he just kept staring at me. 

“It wasn't?” I asked and he just shook his head slightly, failing to contain a smug smile.

“The reason why I ran out the other night,” he started, “well part of it has to with the fact that I'm a doctor and you're a patient here. I go back and forth thinking is not very professional of me to engage with you–”

I started laughing. I couldn't help it. 

“What?”

“It sounds like you're the teacher and I'm the underage school girl,” I laughed.

He laughed with me, and I loved the way his eyes brightened when he did.

“I don't think we are breaking any rules. Technically. Well, I’m not completely sure, but it wouldn’t seem like it.” I gave him a flirty grin.

He placed an arm on top of the car and he turned around, leaning toward me. He was dangerously close, and I had to remind myself to keep my horny hormones in check.

“Well, when I got home I regretted leaving, but another reason why I did it is because I thought we were rushing it. Actually, let me rephrase that: I was the one rushing things–”

“You left because you thought we were going to fast?”

“Well…yes. I mean I might have gone a little too far that night. It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy every second of it, but I felt like I was the one pouncing you.”

I burst out laughing because he sounded ridiculous. Did he think I regretted him coming after me in the pool? Quite the contrary. He stopped talking, and I saw his eyes fixated on my mouth. A devilish grin spread across his face. My laughter subsided, and my breath hitched. The way he was looking at me made me feel like I hadn’t felt in a while.

He looked at me as if I was desirable. I hadn’t been desired in a long time. I could have understood if he had been attracted to me under normal circumstances, but I was not the same Lucy anymore. Therefore, I had no idea how could he possibly be attracted to me.

“I like you, Lucy. I want to go out with you. We'd probably better keep it on the down low, but I want to see you. Away from here.” He looked around in the parking lot, but we were alone. He then looked at me as if waiting for an answer, but I was still processing his words.

“What? You’re crazy,” I told him. There was both shock and thrill in the tone of my voice.  I was perplexed and flattered.

“Am I? Why? You’re still single, right?” It sounded like he was mocking me. Ha ha. I frowned and narrowed my eyes at him. I didn’t understand what game he was playing. Was he really asking me out?

This was crazy. Bananas. Completely idiotic.

“Why? For one, I’m sick.”

“I’m around sick people all the time,” he said, the corner of his lips twitching up.

“I’m toxic. Literally.”

“Nahhhh. You’re not that bad. I don’t think your toxicity levels can get in the way of dating.”

I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was just going to apologize for not calling me. I never thought he’d say he wants to see me. Me. Did he have any idea of what he was asking? He needed a good dose of reality.

Time to lay down the ugly truth.

“You want to date me, huh? Some days I can barely hold myself up together. I have no hair left save for my eyebrows and eyelashes and when I look at my reflection, I feel like I’m staring at an alien. I have an ugly looking breast that reminds me every second of my life what’s wrong with me. I’m at the lowest I’ve ever been. And you want to date me?”

My words left him completely unfazed. He still wore a silly smile on his face. I had just given him a half dozen reasons why he should leave me alone and he didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

“Don’t you realize I’m probably the most qualified person? I’m indirectly a pro at all the things you just listed. No one can understand it better than me because I deal with it every day.” The tone of his voice was cheerful, but then a thought clouded his eyes. “Well, I guess the only person who could be more qualified than me would be a cancer patient or a cancer survivor because they would really know what it means to have experienced what you’re going through. But I’m a close second.”

He sounded almost cocky. This was a side of him I had never seen before. I knew I should have been turned off by it, but I instead I was intrigued by this super confident version of Dr. F. I hated to admit it.

“I don’t think–”

“How about Friday?” he asked.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you’re making up some kind of excuse in that pretty alien head of yours?”

I broke into a smile. “No, I really have plans. Family dinner.”

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She attended college in Naples and spent one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of a student exchange program because she was crazy enough to pick Japanese language as her major. She now lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids.

When she isn't at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and coming up with new stories she doesn't have time to write. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict. If you have questions about her, including how an Italian ends up moving to Oklahoma, ask her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. She's the author of Prude and This Love. F U Cancer is her third novel.

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Blog Tour: Love, Marriage and Mayhem by Maggie Adams

Title: Love, Marriage, Mayhem 

Series: Tempered Steel 

Author: Maggie Adams 

Release Date: December 1, 2015 

Tour Host: DRC Promotions

Synopsis

With only a small clue to the whereabouts of the arsonist that torched his family's business,, Lawrence “Lucky” Coalson heads to Las Vegas. While posing as a bouncer, Lucky finds himself ensnared by the lovely bartender, Claudia. But, like Lucky, she’s not what she appears to be and what happens in Vegas follows Lucky back home with unimaginable consequences. Brandon Coalson is as hot as his older brothers, but he's the sensitive one that patches broken hearts and sends them on their way. Until Anna Meeks walks into the office and into his life. Her shy demeanor melts Brandon's heart, but she's got secrets that could get them killed. When a family friend is grievious injured, the men vow to put an end to the sabotage once and for all, but nothing goes according to plan, and the men must fight Mother Nature, a murderer, and the local law enforcement to get the answers they seek.

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Whistlin’ Dixie, Book 1

Leather and Lace, Book 2

Something’s Gotta Give, Book 3

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Hi! I'm Maggie Adams. I live near St. Louis, MO, with my high school sweetheart, Ned, and my wonderful kids, Katie (Kyle) and Ross (Valerie). My life is like a walking, talking sitcom from I Love Lucy, but I love it, although people do tend to keep their distance from me!

Writing has always been my dream, with reading my favorite hobby. When I’m not writing, I can be found singing, dancing, and cooking, often all at the same time. I try to include a little bit of my life in everything I write, so when you read my books, keep your eyes wide open - I'm in there somewhere! Happy reading!

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