Saturday, September 5, 2015

Release Blitz for 15 Years to Life by Regina Bartley.

Title: 15 Years to Life
Author: Regina Bartley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: September 5, 2015


Life outside prison walls is the farthest thing from predictable. There is no order, no schedule, and no one to tell you what to do every second of your life. Since the age of eleven, Brian McCrary had been in prison. Why you ask? For protecting his twin sister Blaine, and taking the life of his father.

Murder… Fifteen years to Life… Childhood to manhood…

With his parole granted, it’s time for Brian to come face to face with real life. What he doesn’t know is that this new life would prove to be the most difficult thing that he had ever faced. There would be struggles beyond his control. He has to learn how to be a man, and everything that goes along with it.

Sex… Love… Life… Responsibilities…

Will it be too much for him to handle, or is he strong enough to survive life on the outside?

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Regina is a contemporary romance writer from Kentucky. She lives there with her husband, kids, dog and cat. She can be found behind her computer, a good book, or watching sports. She loves to hear from her readers.

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Release Boost for Playing House by Mira Day.

Title: Playing House
Author: Mira Day
Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
 Release Date: September 1, 2015


Sometimes you have to do things differently in order to be happy.

Hannah Bishop thinks her life is going along as planned….until she discovers that her boyfriend, Connor, is cheating on her.

She has no idea that breaking up with him will lead her to the happiness she deserves—even when Caleb Matthews, the city’s most eligible bachelor and a regular at the cafĂ© where Hannah works, steps up to help her.

Hannah uncovers secrets about the man she’s running from and the man who has become her hero, realizing that not everything in life is black and white.

Combining love and action, Playing House explores the secrets people keep and the personal choices everyone must make to achieve happiness.

**Note: This story contains strong character appropriate language, violence and sexual situations.**

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“Well, lucky for you, I’m still a loser and didn’t find anything better to do last night. I made you guys a lasagna and mint mocha cookies.” I beam. I love outdoing myself for them.

“Seriously?” Danny pumps his hand in the air. “I fucking love you!”

“Dude! Watch your mouth!” Thankfully, the family has already left. Caleb doesn’t seem fazed by the outburst, but I can see he’s holding back a laugh.

“All right guys, the lasagna is in the back cooler. Just throw it in the oven to reheat while the girls and I finish up.”

I make my way over to Caleb’s table. “Anything else for you today, Mr. Matthews?”

“Your cooks don’t cook for the staff?”

I shrug. “Um, well, after a while we all get bored of the food here so we try to make something different.”

“Yeah, I can see sticking to the ‘usual’ could get a bit boring.” He chuckles.

I shrug. “Some people just know what they want.”

“Right you are, Miss Hannah.” Caleb licks his lips lightly. “I’ll take the check.”

I slip the pleather check book out of my apron and place it on the table, but he has his credit card on it before I can move my hand away and grazes my knuckles with his fingertips.

I feel my cheeks burn. “Uh, I’ll be right back.” I walk back to the terminal, where Lizzy is counting out her tickets.

She eyes me. “Hmmm, that’s an interesting grin you have, Han.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But I know my continuing blush is giving me away. She sticks her tongue out, and I roll my eyes overdramatically.

Caleb stands as I place his check back on the table. He’s much taller than I expected, and his presence causes my heart to pound in my ears.

“Until next time, Miss Hannah.”

I gulp. “Until next time, Mr. Matthews.”

After Caleb leaves, we lock the doors for the day. Cleaning off the table, I pick up the check book and see the corner of a napkin sticking out. I open the book to find a twenty-dollar tip and a napkin with a note: 

Maybe next time I’ll ask you for a cookie.

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Mira Day is a New Adult Romance writer, born in the Carolinas with a passion for food. She loves the outdoors, NFL football and exclamation points! You'll usually find her working, writing or catching up with Friends on Netflix. She has two other small works published and is working on her second book, due out in 2016.

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Dead Girl Running by Ann M Noser PreOrder and Cover Reveal

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Book Title: Dead Girl Running 
Author: Ann M. Noser 
Genre: Dystopian, YA/NA Crossover 
Release Date: October 26, 2015 
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Eight years ago, SILVIA WOOD's father died in an industrial accident. After suffering through years of Psychotherapy Services and Mandated Medications for depression and multiple suicide attempts, she longs to work in Botanical Sciences. When the Occupation Exam determines she must work in Mortuary Sciences instead, she wonders if the New Order assigned her to the morgue to push her over the edge.

To appease her disappointed mother, Silvia enters the Race for Citizen Glory, in an attempt to stand out in the crowd of Equals. After she begins training with "golden boy" LIAM HARMAN, she discovers he also lost his father in the same accident that ruined her childhood. Then Silvia meets and falls for Liam's older cousin, whose paranoid intensity makes her question what really happened to her father. As the race nears, Silvia realizes that she's not only running for glory, she's running for her life.



My tenth birthday was the worst day of my life. Dad had to work late because his replacement didn't show up on time. Mom and I waited for him to come home.

Eight years later, we're still waiting.

Most kids would've requested a Vacation Pass for their eighteenth birthday, but not me. I'd rather forget the whole thing and help Gus prepare the chilled bodies in the hospital mortuary. Dragging myself out of bed and pulling on teal scrubs, I fumble for socks and shoes, as a ray of early sunlight glints off my dad's picture hanging on the gray wall across the tiny room. Once again, his blue eyes capture mine as if he needs to tell me something important. On the floor, beneath the photo, sits a memory trunk full of how things used to be. But I won't open it today. I just can't.

Dishes clink in the kitchen. Mom calls out, "Hurry up, Silvia. I've got a surprise for you." She sounds happy, but I can't tell if it's real.

Since Dad's death, both of us have done a lot of pretending. So far this year, we've been able to avoid Psychotherapy Services and Mandated Medications, but sometimes I wonder if I was sent down to Mortuary Sciences to push me over the edge. Fortunately, I find autopsies intriguing, not depressing. And since I never got to see Dad's body after the accident, caring for other people's dead soothes the empty ache inside.

My boss, Gus, is an excellent teacher and the closest thing I have to a best friend. He always knows what to say to me and what not to say.

Too bad Mom doesn't have a clue.

Mom glances up from her green tea as I enter the copper-colored, modular kitchen. "I planned a big surprise for your birthday."

I tense. "What is it?"

Mom slides over a bowl of organic oatmeal topped with raspberries, normally my favorite. "I got us Park and Art passes today."

"I'm not hungry." I shake my head. "And Gus is expecting me."

"No, he's not. He knows all about it. I told him weeks ago."

"Really?" I cross my arms, not sure if I believe her. "He must be good at keeping secrets. Gus didn't even mention my birthday yesterday."

Which proves he knows me better than Mom does.

She frowns. "At least eat the raspberries, even if you're not hungry. I had to barter for them. And if it makes you feel better, we can pretend it isn't your birthday. It's just some other day instead."

I want to protest more, but there's a determined gleam in Mom's brown eyes¾one that hasn't been there for a long time. And I don't want to be the one to snuff it out.

I half-heartedly take a few bites of breakfast, swallow my eight prescribed supplements, and then return to my bedroom to change into jeans and a long-sleeved, green T-shirt. All my clothes are soft and plain, without decoration, made by hands like my father's. Only Dad proved himself to be Gifted, so he didn't make Basic Worker Level clothes for long. Instead, he got promoted to Government Level clothing production¾a promotion which cost him his life.

"Hurry up!" Mom calls from the front door of our small apartment.

We clamber down six flights of whitewashed cement steps, the stairwell so brightly lit with safety lights that one almost needs sunglasses. Once we arrive on the main floor, we push out into the swarms of people flooding the streets. Dashing across the busy bike path and two empty car lanes, we reach the closest walkway heading toward the park.

Traffic is orderly today. No bikers stray across the wide, white painted lines separating their lanes from ours. Men and women wearing blue scrubs of various shades hurry toward the hospitals and medical facilities. Those in green coveralls rush toward the monorail station to speed off to one of the numerous Plant and Protein Production Facilities.

I glance back at a beautiful, dark-skinned woman, trying not to feel envious of her green uniform. Normally, I don't mind my job. In fact, I feel more at home in Mortuary Sciences than anywhere else. But part of me still longs to spend all day surrounded by plants. Nothing can be done about it now. The Occupation Exam is over, and I've been placed where I'm most effective.

The streets are crowded this time of day. People whoosh past us on bikes as those on foot press constantly forward. Only the car lanes remain vacant. Flapping flags in the New Order colors of red, white, and blue crack overhead. I shiver a little in the cool morning breeze.

We march past rows of tall silver-gray buildings¾offices on the first two floors and apartments up above. We make good time until we hit the Citizen Family Planning and Reproductive Services Building. Traffic stalls. A tall man ahead of us shifts from side to side, waiting.

"What's going on?" Mom cranes her neck and rises on her toes. "Can you see?"

Indistinct voices argue up ahead. Strangers murmur but avoid making eye contact. After a long pause, the people in front of us begin to shuffle past the building. A few cast furtive glances over their shoulders. Everyone's in a hurry to get somewhere. Now I see who is causing the fuss—a red-haired girl, who looks to be about my age, shoves an orderly away. The crowd behind us pushes forward. Tears stream down the girl's pale face. She backs away from the building and turns as if to run before doubling over. She cries out in pain and clutches her swollen belly, breathing hard.

In her moment of weakness, the Suits surround and restrain her.

"I won't do it! I won't do it!" the pregnant girl screams as they drag her away.

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My to-do list dictates that I attempt to cram forty-eight hours of living into a day instead of the usual twenty-four. I’ve chosen a life filled with animals. I train for marathons with my dog, then go to work as a small animal veterinarian, and finish the day by tripping over my pets as I attempt to convince my two unruly children that YES, it really IS time for bed. But I can’t wait until the house is quiet to write; I have to steal moments throughout the day. Ten minutes here, a half hour there, I live within my imagination.

Like all busy American mothers, I multi-task. I work out plot holes during runs. Instead of meditating, I type madly during yoga stretches. I find inspiration in everyday things: a beautiful smile, a heartbreaking song, or a newspaper article on a political theory. For example, a long drive in the dark listening to an NPR program on the SMILEY FACE MURDERS theory made me ask so many questions that I wrote HOW TO DATE DEAD GUYS to answer them to my satisfaction.

I’d love to have more time to write (and run, read, and sleep), but until I find Hermione Granger’s time turner, I will juggle real life with the half-written stories in my head. Main characters and plot lines intertwine in my cranium, and I need to let my writing weave the tales on paper so I can find out what happens next.
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Kaithlin Shepherd's cover reveal for Admission.

 Title:  Admission
Author Kaithlin Shepherd
Release Date:  October 6, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Series:  Brass Series, Book 1
Cover Designer:  Claire Smith 
Publisher:  Hot Tree Publishing
As one of the top Assistant US Attorneys in the country, Savannah Walker is smart, ambitious, and she doesn’t back down from a challenge, unless it comes in the form of Noah Johnson. Savannah’s been in love with her best friend’s brother longer than she cares to admit, but risking their friendship isn’t on her to-do list. When building a case against a drug trafficker, she’s assigned to a DEA task force led by the one man she can’t shake. She has no idea if this case will bring them together or tear them apart.

DEA, Noah Johnson, risks his life every day. With a world filled with blood and bullets, he’s unwilling to chance Savannah’s life. Keeping her at bay for years, Noah has forced himself to never cross that line, but lately, he can’t get her out of his head. When an investigation into a drug trafficker reveals a mole in Savannah’s office, Noah will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

When danger lurks around every corner and passions are riding high, not even Savannah or Noah know if they’re ready for admission.

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~ Part 2/5 of the Serenade Serial, a vampire romance story ~

After spending a night with Rachid, vampire Irene is in a state of complete confusion. She’s been living for centuries, has met and bedded countless men, and she can’t understand what is so special about this one human. Just like she can’t understand how listening to him play her music on the piano touched something inside her so that she’s able to compose again after decades of being blocked.

Needing to hear him play some more – and possibly enjoy his company again – she returns to the piano bar where she first met him. But while Rachid is there as she hoped, it’s another man who approaches her, a vampire, who happens to be Rachid’s companion: Oliver. His interest in her music should flatter her, but instead she finds herself annoyed that he thinks he knows her music better than she does. She’s intent on putting him in his place… but whose side will Rachid choose?

(20.000 words)

Please note - While it references a Male/Male relationship, the entire serial will not show these two characters exchange anything more ‘on the page’ than touching above the waist and kissing/biting.

Overture (Serenade Serial Book 1)

For six centuries, the vampire Irene has hunted human prey to feed from their necks, sometimes taking them to her bed, too.
For almost as long, she has preserved her memories in music notes, composing on her piano but never sharing except with her offspring.
So when, during a trip to Paris, she stumbles onto a bar in which a pianist plays her music for the patrons, she’s flabbergasted that anyone might be enjoying her compositions and just as outraged that they’ve been stolen from her.
Her first instinct is to take the pianist’s life as retribution, but a few words exchanged with the talented, intriguing and insolent Rachid might change her mind…
LENGTH – 18.000 words / 50 PDF pages
NOTE – This ebook is the first part in the Serenade Serial. It features Irene, a secondary character from Ward of the Vampire, and takes place at the same time as Ward although both books can be read on their own.

About Kallysten
My most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of my life. I have been writing for over fifteen years, and I’ve always enjoyed sharing my stories and listening to the readers’ reactions.
After playing with science fiction, short stories, poetry and fanfiction, I am now trying my hand, heart and words at romance novels and I am very excited to have my stories published as ebooks.
My first novels were published by Linden Bay Romance in 2005. The defunct Venus Press subsequently published a few of my short stories. Because so many of my stories are linked as series and part of the same universe, I decided it would make sense to have them all in the same place, which is why I decided to self-publish, first with Alinar then on my own. When I see calls for submissions that speak to my muse, I sometimes try for them, and was published this way by Samhain (Moonlust) and Torquere(Christmas Magic, The Thirteenth Halloween).
When I’m not writing – which isn’t all that often! – I devour books, work in my vegetables patch or at my real-life job, put small quilts together for friends, and try to exercise more. Where do I sign up for days that are 30 hours long?

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