Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Until Nico Cover Reveal

Until Nico (Book Four) Until Series
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RELEASE DATE: June 3rd, 2014
Sophie Grates has never had it easy, but she’s finding her way through life one step and one day at a time. That is, Until Nico comes in and flips her world upside-down. He forces her to see you cannot live life from the outside looking in, and sometimes you have to step out onto the ledge so you can really enjoy the view. Nico Mayson knew the moment he saw Sophie Grates that she was the one. His whole life, he has been judged by what’s on the outside, so finding a beautiful woman who sees the real him only makes his feelings that much stronger. Nico knows the kind of man he is, and the things he is capable of, and he will do everything in his power to help Sophie fight her demons so they can have their happily ever after. Everything in life worth having is worth fighting for.

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Beautiful New Covers for Entire Series

Until November (Book One)  Until Series
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November is looking forward to getting to know her father and the safety of a small town. After leaving the Big Apple and her bad memories for Tennessee, November starts working for her dad at his strip club doing the books. The one time she’s allowed there during club hours she runs into Asher Mayson. He’s perfect until he opens his mouth and makes assumptions. November wants nothing to do with Asher but too bad for November, fate has other plans.

Asher Mayson has never had a problem getting a woman, that is until November. Now all he can think about is making November his and keeping her safe.

Warning 18+ sexual content and a strong Alpha Male.

Until Trevor (Book Two) Until Series
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Trevor Mayson had his life planned out - make the family business successful and play the field for a few more years before eventually settling down. Then he sees her. Liz Hayes was beautiful, shy and everything that he could ever want...but she didn't fit into his plans. After Trevor painfully rejects her, Liz finally starts to move on, but Trevor is finding it difficult to truly let her go. It seems the more he tries to stay away, the more intense his feelings for her become. Like a stretched rubber band, he can only take so much before snapping.

Liz Hayes is done waiting for Trevor and isn't interested in getting her heart broken by him again, but Trevor is making it difficult for her to forget him when he shoves his way back into her life.

Can Trevor prove to her that he is worth falling in love with again, and is he ready to change his life plan to let her into his heart?

Until Lilly (Book Three) Until Series
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When Cash Mayson was forced to choose between the love of his life and his unborn child, he knew exactly what he had to do. No matter how broken it left him.

When Lilly Donovan was forced to accept that the guy she loved wasn’t who she thought he was and became a single mother, she knew exactly what she had to do. Proving just how strong she was.
What happens when years later you find out that everything you thought you knew was a lie?

Can two people who once loved each other overcome the obstacles that are thrown at them and fall in love all over again?

Cash Mayson had forgotten how it felt to be loved Until Lilly came back into his life. And now that he remembers, he will do everything within his power to keep not only the woman that he loves, but also his children.

The power of love is a beautiful thing.

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About the Author:
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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
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Monday, April 28, 2014

Sex in the Title by Zack Love

New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst and Evan, a computer programmer, is fired with an email from his boss. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse.
Fortunately, Evan meets Sammy -- someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own. To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends -- Trevor, Yi, and Carlos -- to form a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure.
When Evan, a closet writer, falls desperately in love with a Hollywood starlet, he schemes to meet her by writing a novel that will sweep her off her feet. Sammy knows nothing about publishing but is confident of one thing: Evan's book should have the word "sex" in the title.
With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.
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“Why do I feel the need to succeed in an art form that’s doomed to extinction?” Evan asked, in despair.
“Just because I don’t read novels doesn’t mean they’re doomed,” said Heeb, as he unwrapped his Snickers bar.
“Look, novels made sense as an entertainment form back in the 1800s, when the closest you could get to a soap opera was Dickens and Balzac. Today, you can get dicks and ball sacks on Internet porn, so even soap operas don’t cut it.”
Heeb was somewhat distracted by his Snickers chocolate bar now. Compared to the hospital food, it seemed to Heeb as if it were the quintessence of pure and natural food – grown organically from the earth and full of goodness for the body and spirit. His mouth began to salivate, just looking at the large bar of chocolate and imagining beneath it the nutty and creamy filling that would provide his mouth with an instant orgasm.
Somewhat pained by the social obligation of having to offer some of this heavenly treat to his neighbor, Heeb extended the bar out to Evan while hoping that Evan would decline. To Heeb’s substantial relief, Evan quickly shook his head, almost irritated with such a frivolous interruption of their all-important discussion.
“You’ve got interactive games, DVDs, Internet, 3D films, and an ever shrinking attention span,” Evan continued, as Heeb proceeded to take an enormous bite of his chocolate bar. “Novels don’t stand a chance against such easy and immediate gratification. These days, people just consume whatever gives them the fastest form of amusement, without any concern for the long-term effects that these empty pleasures may have on their constitution.”
Heeb blissfully focused for a moment on the easy and immediate gratification of his Snickers bar, as he methodically chewed on the large chunk of candy bar that filled most of his mouth. He wasn’t at all concerned about its long-term effects on his constitution.
“Are you listening to me?” snapped Evan, somewhat irked that his neighbor seemed so untroubled by the social and technological trends that would doom literature.
Heeb’s mouth was obviously stuffed, but it was clear that Evan wanted an immediate answer.
“You gotta have sex on the cover,” Heeb blurted out, rather unclearly, with his mouth full.
“Sex under the covers?” Evan asked, trying to make out what Heeb said.
“No. Sex on the cover,” Heeb replied, with his words just as garbled by his glutted mouth.
“Sex undercover? As in, undercover sex?” Evan asked, trying again to decipher what Heeb said, and now impatiently convinced that whatever Heeb was trying to say was going to be an annoyingly irrelevant, inappropriate, or unsatisfying response.
“No.” Heeb shook his head and took a few more bites before trying to speak this time. “You just have to have the word ‘sex’ on the cover.”
“What do you mean?” Evan asked, still not sure that he was hearing Sammy correctly. By now, Sammy had finished most of his chewing and could enunciate properly.
“I mean, the book can be about sex on the covers, sex under the covers, or undercover sex. Or anything else really. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’ve got the word ‘sex’ on the cover.”
“You mean the cover of the book?”
“Yeah. Even better: make sex the first word in the title. Like Sex and the City did.”
“But that was television.”
“It doesn’t matter. If it’s a novel about racecar drivers, call it ‘Sex and Speed.’ Or if it’s a work of historical fiction set in antebellum Texas; call it ‘Sex in the South.’”
Evan looked like a priest hearing sacrilege from a proud atheist for the first time in his pious career.
But the appalled expression on Evan’s face only goaded Heeb on more: “Suppose you’ve written a mystery thriller about an evil scientist who changed his identity into someone totally unknown. Don’t just call it ‘Unknown’; call it ‘Sexual Unknown.’”
“Sexual Unknown?” Evan repeated, incredulously.
“Yeah, that still works.”
“How could that possibly make sense as a title?”
“Look, if the disguised scientist is now generally unknown to people, then he’s probably also sexually unknown to them.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding.”
“OK, maybe that’s not a good example,” Heeb conceded, before continuing, undeterred. “Take a novel about a man’s self-discovery. A good title for it would be something like ‘Sexually Searching Self.’ You get the idea. Just have the word sex in there, and make it prominent enough so that it’s the first thing that people see when they see your book.”
“Sammy, you’re more full of bullshit than a Texas ranch!” Evan exclaimed, in an agitated, high-volume reaction.
“All right, maybe I’m overstating things a little. Look, I’m a math guy, not a literature guy. So I’m looking at this from a purely statistical perspective: all else being equal, your novel is more likely to sell if it has the word ‘sex’ in the title than if it doesn’t. That’s all I’m saying.”
Check out Zack's Comedic Review of Sex in the Title over at Goodreads
Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he tried to create a bachelor’s degree in Women. With the bachelor portion of that degree in hand, he settled in New York City but – to afford renting his bed-sized studio – found himself flirting mostly with a computer screen and stacks of documents. Determined not to die a corporate drone, Zack decided to sacrifice sleep for screenwriting, an active social life, and Internet startups offering temporary billion-dollar fantasies.
To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.
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1) Winner of five categories in the 2013 Novel Grounds Literary Awards:

-Most Original Story
-Author of the Year
-Favorite Indie
-Favorite Book Couple
-Favorite Supporting Character
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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Spring Fling Blog Hop

Welcome to the Spring Fling Blog Hop! Over fifty authors and bloggers have joined together to bring you some amazing posts, great giveaways and lots of fun! Don't forget to enter the rafflecopter to win a Kindle tablet, gift cards, paperbacks and swag and be sure to check out the other blogs taking part.  Read the first chapter of my next book, and tell me what you think in the comment section below and get entered to win a copy of My Mistake.  This is going to stay top post all week, but scroll down, because I'm posting my book reviews and spotlights each day, too.

But before you take off to check out the other blogs, feel free to take a little look at the next Story of Serendipity, Wrecked, set to come out in June, 2014.  Here's the first chapter for you to check out!

     Renae’s heart was broken.  Kelly was officially installed in her dorm room, groceries purchased (yogurt cups, lunch meat and juice boxes) for her mini-fridge, and neon purple decorations abounded.  Her buddy was gone.  Two hours away.  Renae drove back to Serendipity, feeling indescribably lonely.  She tried to focus on the road and increasingly familiar landmarks as she got closer to home, but her mind was wandering back to memories of her daughter: her mess, her noise, her complaints.
     It had been Kelly and Renae for sixteen years, and now, Kelly had gone off to college, as it should be.  Renae had raised her daughter to be independent, make her own choices, and survive on her own.  Now that it had happened, Renae felt lost.  It seemed like only yesterday, she’d given birth to the tiny baby, and two years later, she’d promised that baby they would conquer the world together.
     That was why she didn’t immediately see the motorcycle.  She was waiting to turn after the railroad tracks, and had been trying to see over the truck with enormous mudding wheels on her left, blinker on, when some reptilian part of her brain decided it was clear and her foot lifted off the brake pedal.
     As she gently pushed on the gas, focusing on turning into the correct lane, a sickening crunch sounded and she saw a man crash over the hood of her mini-van, to land in the ditch on the side of her car.
     “Oh no…”  Heart thudding in her chest, the sense of dread in her limbs paralyzed her as she forced her hand to unlatch her door and walk around to where the man lay on his back.  He was long and lanky, but still muscular.  The frighteningly still body held a silent strength, and she said a quick prayer she hadn’t killed the man.  On her knees next to him, Renae was afraid to touch him.  She looked around, to see the giant truck had gone, leaving her there alone to fix this man. 
     “Sir?”  Her hand stroked his chest, hoping the touch would revive him.  She prayed he would sit up and declare himself fit, hop back on his motorcycle and drive off.  A-OK.  “Sir?”  She said it again.
     His motorcycle helmet was black.  And shiny.  She hated to put fingerprints on it, trying to see his face, and she didn’t dare try to remove it.  He might have a spinal injury or something.  So she tried to raise the visor on it, leaving fingerprint smudges on the reflective fiber-glass. 
     His eyes were closed, framed by long, light brown eye-lashes.
     “Sir?”  She reached in and stroked his cheek.  Smooth skin, with a coating of rough stubble, and a slack-jaw.  His skin was warm though, and sent a small tremor up her arm as her fingers lightly trailed down his face.  But he didn’t respond.  “Oh no…”  She’d killed him.  Leaning back on her heels, Renae touched his shoulder, shaking him gently.  Nothing.
     Renae leaned over the man, resting her ear on his chest, noticing how firm the muscles were there, as she tried to look up at his face under the helmet.  She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her own heartbeat, so she crawled closer, straddling his slim hips, hands on his biceps, keeping her head on his chest.       His body was hot, pressed against hers, and a shiver of awareness coursed through Renae.  She tried to concentrate on listening for his heartbeat, but her own blood rushed so loudly in her ears.
     Finally, she did notice a rise and fall of his chest, so she knew he was breathing, and if he was breathing, his heart had to be pumping, right?  She could see his long neck reaching into the helmet, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow.  His hips rose suggestively, and Renae was shocked to feel a riotous heat in her crotch.  She sat up and looked at the man, whose eyes were open wide, dark mocha orbs staring at her with disbelief.
     Suddenly, Renae was being shoved off the man, by hands she didn’t see.  The man sat up, ripping off his helmet, dropping it to the ground. 
     “What the fuck!?”
     Speechless, she could only stare as dark eyes mesmerized her, settling on Renae.  “Did you hit me?”
     She nodded, gulping down embarrassment.  “I’m sorry…I—“  Renae wasn’t sure what she was sorry about, her intimacy with an unconscious stranger, or making him unconscious in the first place.
     “You weren’t texting were you?”  His anger was palpable, and Renae couldn’t blame him.  He could have been killed.  Strong, thick hands fisted at his sides.
     She shook her head slowly, seeing him for the first time.  He was gorgeous, and suddenly all words in her defense completely left her.  If she had killed this guy, women the world over would hate her forever.  
     His short dark hair stuck up wildly with sweat, helmet head, she supposed, but it was sexy.  There were slight streaks of silver at his temples, shining in the sunlight.  His face was rugged, in a weathered, sun-kissed way, a nose that had been broken, with a scar running down his left temple.  But it was an undeniably handsome face with chiseled features and impossibly blue eyes.  His jeans had been ripped in the wreck, and Renae tried not to stare at the top of his thigh that peaked through the mangled denim.
     “Are you okay?”  She managed to squeak out, feeling terrible about everything.
     “Where’s my bike?”
     Renae looked around, not having a clue.  She’d never even thought about the bike, as concerned as she had been about the man.  Eventually, she went back to the other side of her minivan and found it laying on its side.  She bent down, grabbing the handle bars, and heaved, unable to budge the metal.
     “I got it,” he growled behind her.  He reached down and righted the machine, straddling it.  His helmet dangled from his hand before he crammed it back on his head.
     “Wait…” She turned to the minivan and rummaged around in her purse, spilling the contents into the floorboard until she found what she was looking for.  Holding out her insurance card, she said, “Here.  If you need anything done, I should be covered.  All the information is here….I’ve got another copy at home.”  She felt completely inadequate in this situation.  He seemed angry at her, and she couldn’t blame him.  His body language radiated irritation, from the squared set of his shoulders to the grip on the handlebars, to his tense thigh muscle peeking out through his torn jeans.  And his face…She swallowed disappointment that the stern set of his mouth and the crinkled brow was annoyance with her stupidity.  Renae felt undeniably guilty for not paying enough attention, for hitting him.  If he was hurt, she’d die.  And she didn’t even know him.
     Without a word, his hand slowly reached for the card, clasping it in his fingers.  He didn’t look at it, as he slipped inside his coat pocket before turning back to his bike.
     Renae stifled the overwhelming surge of hormones that rushed through her body.  Every cell inside her wanted to straddle the motorcycle behind him, and hang on to his rippling torso.  She exhaled sharply, as he jumped twice before starting the roaring motorcycle.
     “Are you okay?”  She had to yell to be heard over the engine.
     The man didn’t respond, just looked at her with those blue eyes, snapped down his visor, and with a roar, continued down the road she’d been turning onto an eon ago.
     Renae heaved a sigh, relieved she hadn’t killed him, yet disappointed somehow, and got into her van to continue home.  Alone.

If you've read the first chapter, feel free to leave a comment below telling me what you think about it, and you will be entered to win a copy of My Mistake, the latest in the Stories of Serendipity.  Thanks for stopping by, and don't forget to enter the rafflecopter giveaway!

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Okay, if you're remotely interested in plays, this is really good.  Zack released this a couple of weeks ago with the caveat, it's a PG Screenplay.  I think he might have been nervous, going so against the norm, but there's absolutely no need.  This was wonderful story about what all love can overcome.

And then there was the interaction...Melinda's reactions to Rodney's bipolarness was spot on.  Mr. Love's depiction of Rodney's bipolarness was scarily accurate.  In fact, I was reading the scene in the library, the same exact day a nearly identical thing had happened to me with a loved one.  It gave me chills.  I ought to give it five stars just for that, but nope.  I'm giving it five stars because of the Prophet, the voice of reason in the play:  :  “And
today is really the happiest day of your life, because today
you woke up and stumbled across the shadow of your soul
in broad daylight.”

For such a short work, the characters were exceptionally drawn out, the setting was as always, superb, and the action (which usually has problems in screenplays) was on pace.  Kudos, Mr. Love. 


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TITLE – Unsurpassed

SERIES – No Rival

AUTHOR – Charity Parkerson

GENRE – Erotica


LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 100/ 30,000

PUBLISHER – Ellora’s Cave Publishing Inc.

COVER ARTIST – Publisher




Book Blurb/Synopsis –
Book 1 in the No Rival series

Aubree is infatuated with two men, Max and Ryan. The two former Marines have been her close friends ever since she made her first misguided attempt at joining their kickboxing classes. When the pair invites her to join them at a weekend party thrown by Drew, a famous MMA champion, she has no idea what they have in mind. After spending one hot ménage night with the pair, Aubree learns the men’s intentions are not all about her. Feeling betrayed, Aubree turns to Drew who is also tugging at her heart. She must choose between the two men who have been the center of her fantasies, and the one man who could make all her dreams come true.


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Inside Scoop: This sexy tale includes a ménage and male/male encounters that may leave you wishing for an alpha male fighter of your own.

A Romantica contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave Publishing




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Leaning against the cool wood of the hotel room door, she met his stare trying hard not to smile like an idiot.

“This was fun.”

Drew’s eyes flashed. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

She shook her head at his antics. “What if I’m not feeling especially nice?”

Drew brushed his hand over her hip. “You’re right. You do feel naughty,” he agreed. Holding her stare, he bent closer, giving her time to protest his advance. The door opened at Aubree’s back. If she hadn’t hit the solid wall of Max’s chest, she might have ended up sprawled across the floor. Tilting back her head, she took note of the angry expression on Max’s face before switching her gaze back to Drew. His eyes danced with humor as he mouthed, “Denied,” and Aubree slapped her hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.

“Have a nice night, Drew.” Drew ignored Max’s snarling words.

“May I see you again?”

“I’d like that,” she answered without hesitation. Max growled. At the sound, Drew flashed him a cocky grin before giving her a wicked version of it and turning away. As soon as he moved out of the doorway, Max slammed it closed, focusing his ire on her. She’d never seen him truly angry before now. She laughed nervously.

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” she answered, incredulous. “I’ve had two glasses of champagne all night.”

“Your face is flushed.”

Aubree shrugged. “I’m happy. I had a good time.”

Max prowled toward her. The hard set of his jaw caused a flutter of desire to run through her. “Did you forget who you came here with?”

Unable to think of a single retort, she shrugged again. “I’m young and single. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”

Max’s eyes flashed dangerously. His tone had a bite to it when he spoke. “You are not single.”

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Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
*Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews

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