Friday, June 28, 2019

RELEASE BLITZ: HEARTACHE AND HOPE BY JAY MCLEAN


Heartache and Hope, the first book in Jay McLean’s Heartache Duet is now live
and available in Kindle Unlimited. 
Ava Diaz needs saving.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
Just like she doesn’t know a thing about the boy she sits next to on the first day of senior year.
He thinks she’s a brat.
She thinks he’s entitled.
Maybe first impressions don’t always last…
Because Connor Ledger’s about to save her.
He just doesn’t know why.
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Excerpt:
They look like fireflies. The way the water falls from the sky, illuminated only by the streetlamps.
I stand in the middle of the road, barefoot and barely breathing, my arms out, face to the sky. 
I don’t know how I got here. 
When I climbed out of my window, the sun was just setting and now… now I’m surrounded by
dark skies and false hope. 
I know I should go home. 
That I should face my fears and tackle them head-on. 
My mind travels the right roads at the right time to get me there, but my heart…
My heart takes me to Connor. 
Outside his bedroom window, mud seeps between my toes, and the frigid air creates
goosebumps along my skin. I raise my fist and tap, tap, tap on the glass. 
A moment later, a light turns on. And then nothing. I tap again, my heart racing.
The blind lifts and Connor appears, his eyes squinting. It’s clear he’d been asleep, or close to it.
Hair a mess, he’s shirtless, the obvious beginnings of bruises mar parts of his torso, and I look down,
shame filling every part of me. I bite down on my lip as he slides the window up. “Jesus Christ, Ava.
What the hell are you doing?”
His warm palms meet my soaking wet elbows, and then his entire body is cocooning mine,
lifting me off my feet and into his bedroom. My feet land on his soft carpet, and I look down at the mess I’ve made.
“I’m dirty,” I tell him. 
Inside and out. 
Dirty, dazed and damaged. 


REVIEW:
Reviewer: Chelsea 
Rating: 4.5 stars

It’s been a while since Jay McLean releases and to say I was excited to read this was an understatement!! This is the same world of Kick Push or the More than series but the feelings Jay evoked are so similar!! 

Ava Diaz knows how hard life can be. She has sacrificed for her her family without question many times and she just keeps on going with life. She doesn’t need or want any more complications or stress but then she meets Conner Ledger. 

Conner is the new guy in town and his only focus is basketball and his future. There is no way he will get distracted and lose his basketball scholarship, then he meets Ava. 

These two have many struggles in their relationship. They both have a lot going on in their lives and neither expect to fall in love. We have to wait until the second part of this duet to find out if this amazing young coup in love can make it work!

I loved this book!! So much!! I want part two now!! 100% recommend to romance readers and lovers of a good sports romance!!
About Jay McLean
Jay McLean is an international best-selling author and full-time reader,
writer of New Adult and Young Adult romance, and skilled procrastinator.
When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after
her three little boys, investing way too much time on
True Crime Documentaries and binge-watching reality TV.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh,
make her hurt and make her feel.
Jay lives in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, in her dream home where
music is loud and laughter is louder.
For publishing rights (Foreign & Domestic) Film or television,
please contact her agent Erica Spellman-Silverman, at Trident Media Group.
Connect with Jay:
Newsletter:  www.jaymcleanauthor.com


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Thursday, June 27, 2019

BLOG TOUR: TEARDROP SHOT BY TIJAN

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Teardrop Shot, an all-new sexy and angst filled sports romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!

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I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version.
He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start.
Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder.
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work.
Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job.
And dumped.
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right?
Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates.
And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did.)
I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.
Teardrop Shot is a 107k standalone with brand new characters.


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REVIEW:

REVIEWER: CHELSEA
RATING: 4 stars

I wasn't ready for this book. Like at all. I have loved all of Tijan's books since I fell in love with her Fallen Crest Series. This is a new world and whole new characters! I was excited to get into Charlies head!

Charlie, the heroine of this story and she is a little different. She has dealt with a lot of trauma in her young life and she deals with it in odd ways. Throughout the book she changed, she opened up and as a reader you could feel the weight being lifted off her. 

Reese was a good hero, he took Charlie for what she was, though it was frustrating to me sometimes because he couldn't see past the front Charlie put up, but that's typical for men I think. Never the less he saw Charlie for who she truly was and loved her in spite of all her flaws. 

My only hope is that we get more from this world! I loved the secondary characters Tijan had in this book and I want more form them and I also want more from Charlie and Reese, I want more years in the future!!

100% recommend for lovers of rom-com, sports love and all things Tijan!!

Love and Books



Excerpt:
He came out, all ready, saw me, and shook his head. Giving him the biggest smile I could muster, I handed over his coffee and dangled my keys. “Let’s go.” My neighbor was coming home from his night shift at a factory. He was trudging down the hallway when he saw us, lifted a hand in greeting, then stopped. His head shot upright and his shoulders stiffened. He rotated swiftly on his heels, his eyes wide and bulging. He held up a hand. “Is that—” “No.” Lying. Another superhero quality of mine. “It’s late, Bill. That’s my brother.” Reese squashed a laugh and nodded to the guy. “What’s up.” It wasn’t a question, but a greeting, and he hustled me past my neighbor. I gave Reese a look as we went to my underground parking spot. “He’s going to hammer me later. He’ll know he wasn’t seeing things.” “He’s a fan?” “The biggest.” Reese smirked, meeting my gaze over the top of my car. “Bigger than you?” We were entering cheesy territory here. We needed to scale it back. “I have a cardboard cutout of you,” I told him. “In my closet.” He froze. “You’re joking.” I was, but now I had to buy one. “Wouldn’t you like to think that.” Settling into my chair, I felt better—more familiar terrain again. “But the funny thing is, next time you come, you won’t know if I was serious or if I bought him after I told you.” Reese just rolled his eyes, putting the coffees in the cup holders for both of us. He was looking around as I pulled out of the lot. “This is actually a nice place.” “The underground parking is nice. The apartment building itself is okay. Nothing great.” I didn’t tell him how the lights in the laundry room would dim, so if I used those machines, I had to prop the door open with a rock. Or how I’d only do my clothes between seven in the morning and nine. Nine was the latest. After that, people were stirring, and there were a few neighbors I wasn’t so sure about. Reese whistled as I pulled up to departures seven minutes later. “You weren’t kidding. That’s close.” “And you’ve barely had your coffee.” He yawned now, blinking a few times. “I’ll grab some inside. You can have it.” I parked, but didn’t shut off the engine. “Do not get out,” he warned. I grinned. “Wasn’t planning on it. We really don’t need to go to that level, with the hugging, would we kiss or not… Too many strings, friend.” He smiled back, but his eyes had started to smolder a bit. He leaned over, dropping his voice, “I’ll answer one of those questions.” His lips caught mine in a good, firm kiss, one that sent my senses spiraling and stole just the slightest bit of oxygen from my lungs. I might’ve needed to gather my bearings as he pulled back and grabbed his bag from the back. Before he turned, he gave me a second kiss, this one lighter. “Go home. Go to bed,” he said as he reached for the door. “Text me when you park, and again when you’re inside your place. Humor me. I’m a friend. I can care.” He was starting to leave, but I tugged on his shirt. He paused, looking back. “And after that?” I asked. “We’re friends. Let’s play it by ear.” Our gazes held, a shared reminder of the other details in our agreement. I saw his darkening, so I let go. “Okey-dokey. Hope you don’t get mauled.” He laughed. “It’s too early for that.” But we both knew the truth. It could happen. As if reading my mind, he amended, “It’s usually not that bad. If it is—and I don’t think it will be—airport security is good with celebrities here. They’ve got a special room and everything. Plus…” He reached in his bag and pulled out a baseball hat, dragging it low over his eyes and flicking up his hood. “This is pretty incognito.” His height wasn’t, but I decided to pick my battles. “I’ll expect twenty questions by the time you land.” He laughed. “Don’t think so. I’m going to be sleeping that whole time, but I’ll text you updates just to annoy you.” He got out, but bent back down, his tone more serious. “Do me a favor? Only take that job if you want it. Don’t take it because you feel desperate. I can loan you money, if anything.” That wiped all joking aside. “Reese.” Dammit. “I’ll never lose myself in a guy again. Ever.” “Yeah, but before you didn’t have a friend who could loan you money until you got to a place where you could pick something that actually made you happy.” His eyes flashed a warning. “Now you do. Just think about it. It’s a loan. I’d give one to another friend in the same spot.” I rolled my eyes. He chuckled. “Drive safe. I liked screwing you. Let’s do it again and soon.” “I changed my mind. Get mauled!” I could hear his laugh as he shut the door and headed inside, his bag over his shoulder. Only a couple guys squinted at him, their heads cocked to the side. He was right. His incognito look really was incognito, but he was still frustrating. And I was hoping for thesoontoo. Driving back, my phone kept buzzing. Reese: Checking in. Reese: I had to check my bag. It’s too big for a carry-on. Reese: Two autographs. Reese: Going up the escalator now. Reese: At the security line. The guards are cool. They promised not to be angry when Thunder beats the Coyotes. Reese: Through security. He knew I couldn’t answer. I was driving. Reese: I’m at gate A6. Reese: This is a nice airport. I always forget till I get here. Reese: I upgraded to first class. Reese: Coach wants to make sure I get back in time for meetings this morning. Reese: Still not boarding. Just letting you know. After parking, I grabbed my phone. Me: It’s supposed to be questions. Like, if I asked security if I could put a body in my bag, could I still check it? Questions like that. You’re not following the rules. Reese: Fuck the rules. These are my rules. Reese: You do questions. I do updates. Deal with it. Reese: Except now. Are you back at your place? Me: Yes. Walking upstairs now. Reese: No updates from you. Well. Yes. Tell me when you get in your place. I turned down my hallway. Bill’s door opened and his head popped out. His hair was scruffed up like he’d been trying for a Mohawk. “No bullshit. Was that him?” I was about to break a fellow Reese Forster fan’s heart. “It was my brother.” He glared. “You’re not fucking with me?” “No.” “Oh.” That was it. His head went back in, and he slammed his door shut. Immediately Mrs. Rings yelled from her apartment across the hall. “STOP SLAMMING THE DOORS! EVERYONE FUCKING SHUT IT!” And her parrot a second later. “STOP SLAMMING FUCKING SHUT IT!” And then, “SHUT IT, BORIS!” And her parrot again, “EVERYONE FUCK IT AND GO TO SLEEP!”



About Tijan
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.



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Wednesday, June 26, 2019

RELEASE BLITZ: THE MISFORTUNE OF DATING A WITCH BY NIECEY ROY

What’s a witch gotta do to reverse a
magical coma, anyway?

The Misfortune of Dating a Witch: Magic
and Mayhem Universe

by Niecey Roy



I’m broken.


Okay, not actually. But even though I’m new at this witch stuff, I’m pretty sure things aren’t
supposed to randomly burst into flames around me. It’s really starting to cramp my style.


To make matters worse, I accidentally put my date in a magical coma. And somehow—a
rookie mistake—I yanked Daniel’s soul from his body. As a witch, I totally suck.


The bad news: time is running out to return Daniel’s soul or he’ll haunt me forever. The good
news: Baba Yaga told me how to fix this mess. Hard to do, though, when my magic is going
haywire and there’s a super sexy badass hunter who won’t let me out of his sight. Did I
mention there’s a demon out there trying to kill me?



I swear, this witch can’t catch a break!
REVIEW:

REVIEWER: EBBIE
RATING: 4 Groupie Stars

The Misfortune of Dating a Witch was a quick, fun, day read. I really liked this storyline and the way things kept moving along at a good pace. It also had a little bit of romance, paranormal and funny moments that kept me laughing and turning pages. 

Phaedra was raised in foster homes and recently found out that she’s a witch. She has zero training to be a witch so that gets her into some strange and funny situations. I loved how quirky Phaedra was. There was definitely never a dull moment with her around. I cannot wait to read the next one. 




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Note from Niecey ~


94 pages. This book is an MMU novella releasing along with 16 other side-splitting hilarious
novellas by other wonderfully talented authors writing in Robyn Peterman's Magic &
Mayhem Universe. I've intertwined a couple of her characters, along with my own, and have
created a humorous paranormal romance for your reading pleasure!


I can't tell you how excited I was when Robyn asked me to join this group of awesomely
talented authors. Writing in the MMU-verse has seriously been a blast. I've always wanted
to venture into paranormal, and this was the nudge I needed. Everyone in the group is so
incredibly talented. I'm very lucky to be part of this Blast Off!


Here's what Robyn says about her fantastic Magic & Mayhem Universe...


I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you
to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.


What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?


Well, let me explain…


It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and
blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes!
They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me
tell you…the results are hilarious!



So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side splitting
books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a
magical HEA!


Writing in Robyn's Universe is without a doubt the most fun in the world. Check out all my
craziness and SCROLL ALL THE WAY DOWN to see all the FANTASTIC AUTHORS
who've also joined the MAGIC & MAYHEM FAMILY!!


So many LAUGHS! You can get EVERY SINGLE BOOK from Robyn's Magic & Mayhem
series RIGHT HERE!




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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

BLOG TOUR; RAPHAEL BY TILLIE COLE















































































They are the Fallen. A brotherhood of murderers whose nature compels them to kill. But guided by their leader, Gabriel, the Fallen have learned to use their urges to rid the world of those it is better off without.




For Raphael, sex and death are intertwined. Where there is one, there must be the other. He is a lust killer, luring his victims with the face of an angel and a body built for sin.




And Raphael lives to sin.




His newest mission takes him into the sadistic underworld of Boston’s secret sex clubs, and puts him face to face with his greatest fantasy made flesh.




Maria is everything he’s ever dreamed of, the kill he’s always longed for. She’s not his target. And he knows he must resist. But the temptation is too strong…




Yet Raphael is not the only one with a mission. Maria is not quite what she seems. And as her secrets and Raphael’s unravel, Maria begins to question everything she thought she knew—about evil, about the place she calls home, and about the beautiful sinner she was sent to destroy.




Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and topics some may find triggering. Recommended for age 18 years and up.




The Fallen: Genesis a prequel novella in The Deadly Virtues Series and MUST be read before RAPHAEL (DV: book one).











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Father Murray’s eyes locked on the woman again as she was released from the metal cage and brought into her lover’s embrace. The man slammed his mouth against hers and thrust his fingers into her overused pussy. They were dressed in scandalous leather outfits that did little to conceal their bodies. Father Murray’s lip curled in disgust. The man pulled back and made for the bar. His slut’s cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen from the claiming kiss. She had red marks littering her body like the witch she was. Bruises and gashes from whips and chains and whatever else the male sinner had used on her flesh.

Flesh that belonged to the Lord, not her. Flesh that she was defiling, making a mockery of.

As Father Murray sipped on his water, he noticed the whore was walking to the bathrooms. His eyes tracked her across the room, then scanned the club for any sign that someone else would follow. But the heathens were too busy fornicating to notice or care. His heart kicked into a sprint; she was alone in the bathroom. He squeezed the bottle of water until it was crushed beneath his grasp.

Father Murray’s skin burned as he watched the door of the bathroom. His muscles tensed so tightly they felt as though they would snap. His eyes misted with red . . . and then he was moving. He let the Lord fill his senses and gave over control.

Do with me what you will. Use me as your vessel to destroy the evil walking this earth.

As quick as a shadow, Father Murray turned the knob of the bathroom door and walked inside. The whore stood in front of the mirror, wiping a cloth along her rancid pussy. She turned her eyes his way. What first seemed like shock at the interruption turned into heated interest.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was all seduction. The voice of the devil, Father Murray thought. A living temptation trying to sway me from the path.

It would only make her cleansing all the more powerful.

Father Murray licked his lips and pushed his jaw-length dark hair from his eyes. He saw the whore’s eyes flare. That was the reason he was picked for these missions. Father Quinn had told him God gave him his looks and body for this very reason. To ensnare impure sluts and send them to the depths of hell where they belonged and would dwell for eternity.

Silently, Father Murray turned, giving the slightest nudge of his head in instruction for her to follow. He didn’t look back, and the thumping music from the speakers in the club meant he couldn’t hear her high-heeled feet on the floor. But he knew she would follow. It was God’s will.

These missions were the Brethren’s very reason for existing.

Father Murray exited out of the back door and down the winding fire escape stairs. A metal door plunged him into the darkness of the alley outside. He stopped against the wall and waited. He smirked when the fire door opened and the slut walked through. He watched as her eyes squinted in the dark, searching for him. She smiled when she caught sight of his intense gaze fixed on her. “You like privacy, huh?” she asked, coming to stand before him. “Not into public displays?” She smiled. “You should try it. There’s nothing like all eyes on you as you come.”

The whore ran her long fingernail down Father Murray’s chest. Her touch did nothing to him. There was no stirring in his cock, no satisfaction from her attention. The bitch had no idea what turned him on.

She would soon.

She dropped her hands to the fly of his pants and undid his zipper. Her tongue snaked out and licked along her too-white teeth. The whore was a demon wrapped in attractive female flesh.

But she wouldn’t make this man of God sin.

Father Murray grabbed the top of the whore’s arms, spun her, and smacked her back against the wall. An innocent soul would feel fear, dislike of the rough contact. But not this slut. She smiled, enjoying the pain Father Murray’s aggressive grip brought.

Heathen. A heathen who deserves to die.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” she whispered in his ear. The whore lifted her hand and flipped her hair back over her shoulder, aiming for seductiveness. Father Murray knew the movement was a message from the Lord. An invitation to strike, to do his work of ridding the world of sinners.

Father Murray smiled; the whore smiled back. He didn’t bother to tuck his cock back into his pants. Instead, he ran his hands over her hell-created curves, listening to her moan. His fingers roved over her small waist and up over her large breasts. Finally, his hands rested on either side of her neck. Father Murray stared right into the whore’s eyes. Leaning in close, he whispered, “You are a blight on the world. You have no place on this earth . . . and I shall be the holy warrior to send you back to the second level of hell.” Her eyes only had a second to flare with fear before Father Murray began to squeeze. The whore’s mouth dropped open as she quickly became starved of breath.

Father Murray hadn’t been aroused by the whore’s touch. But now, with his hands ridding her of life, his dick was hard and throbbing with the need to release. He panted as the whore’s body began to fight back. But she was too weak; he was too strong. He pressed his wide chest against her tits and pushed her hard into the wall. The friction of her skin against his erection only heightened his excitement. Father Murray rocked against the front of her bare pussy, his hands tightening and tightening until the whore’s eyes began to bulge. She clawed at his chest. But the battle, the pain she was trying to inflict on his pure soul, only made his hold around her neck tighten.












Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.



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