Saturday, September 19, 2015

Cover Reveal for Light of Dawn Komali Da Silvia

When Dawn’s soul mate, Angelo, leaves town with another girl, he steals all hope of mending their relationship. However, this allows the bond with her guardian angel, Gabe, to grow. But their love can’t save them from what is to come.
When their greatest fear becomes a terrifying reality, their limits will be pushed and tested. Dawn’s strange abilities are finally revealed, and she begins to realize her full potential. Now she must decide if she will run or fight.
Stalk her
About Komali:
Komali da Silva was born and raised in Colombo, Sri Lanka. She started writing as a teenager but never took it seriously because her love for basketball and track and field sports was much stronger. At the age of seventeen she moved to Switzerland. Komali has a degree in Insurance but is dreaming of one day owning her own book cafe.
She adores reading and some of her favorite authors include Lauren Kate, Cassandra Clare, Becca Fitzpatrick, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Cecelia Ahern, J.K. Rowling and Richelle Mead.
She started immortalizing her own words on paper in June 2012. Komali, her husband and their daughter Amalia now live in Switzerland, where they eat a lot of chocolate and freeze during the winter.
Komali could live on love and happiness if life lets her do so. She laughs a lot and has different smiles for all her moods.

Author Spotlight: Dream World (Dream World #1) by S.J. Hitchcock

Author Spotlight:
Dream World (Dream World #1)
S.J. Hitchcock
Sept 19th - Sept 26th

I spot my mother's car approaching me. I see her wave, and smile as our eyes lock. Then as if slow motion, the most horrific scene plays out before my eyes. The van switches lanes once again right into my mother's path. The look on her face as she steps on the brakes shows she has realised it's too late, the car ploughs into the van at such speed she has no time to react. I watch in horror as my mother flies forward. I close my eyes and crumble to the floor, shielding my vision, not wanting to see the scene continue to play out. Hearing metal on metal as screams fill the air it's then i realise it's me who is screaming.

My name is Debbie Conway, I am thirteen years old and from the day I witnessed my mother's death I could think of little else. To ease my pain, I spent more time in my dream world, in the arms of Joshua Lawson, the guy from the poster above my bed, and starring in my favourite T.V show, Victor.

Meet my best friend Wendy, former best friend and school bully Karen and a boy who will confuse my love for Joshua Lawson, Mark Hobson. He's a new student from America, whose accent alone sends shivers up and down my spine.

Sarah Hitchcock was born in Norfolk, in a small town called King's Lynn. She has always been a keen reader, and one day decided to attempt her own, and has never looked back. She loves reading many genre's, but romance will always be her first love.

After finishing high school and training to work with children, Sarah started her first job in a local supermarket, a crèche and then had her first child. She currently works as a pre-school teacher, part-time.

Sarah has four children, a partner who has to put up with her ramblings on about her WIP's, and three cocker spaniels.

Today, she has many novels in various stages of editing and being re-written. She recalls spending hours thinking about her characters and their story-lines. To this day, she often falls asleep thinking about where she can take her new and old characters

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Flirting with Sin
by Naima Simone
Series: Noble Pass Affaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Misty Dietz Book Covers
Release Date: September 15, 2015

Ari Sincero is running away.

Running from the grueling touring schedule, the recording label's demands for more music, the constant pressure of being the lead singer of one of the world’s most famous rock band. Hell, he needs a vacation. Maybe then he can breathe, possibly write his first song in three years, and oh yes, drink himself into an oblivion so he can forget the guilt relentlessly dogging him.

The best laid plans…

Blackmailed by her evil twin into a vacation she doesn’t want, loan officer Neveah Morgan arrives at the hotel in Noble Pass, Colorado, questioning her career and horrible choices in men—and ends up playing roomie with a rock star. With his sexy tattoos, body that won’t quit and eyes full of secrets and pain, Ari practically flashes Caution: Danger Ahead. Falling into the bed of a rock star is crazy. Falling for him is even crazier. Especially when he’s in love with a ghost and intends to return to his world of rock 'n roll and meaningless sex—a world she doesn’t fit in.

Maybe what happens in the mountains should stay in the mountains. Unless it means losing the love of a lifetime…

     “Here we go.” The concierge swung the door to the hotel suite open and Neveah rolled her eyes. Jesus Christ, he was so damn happy he practically chirped.
     She followed him in and halted just inside the luxuriously appointed suite. Shock and pleasure rooted her feet to the floor, the same as it had outside the resort and in the lobby. Was there anything about this place not screaming history, wealth and beauty? In the common area of the room, two large, high-back arm chairs and a wide, long sofa gathered around a huge fireplace and mounted flat-screen television big enough to satisfy the manliest of man caves. An oak dining room table flanked by matching chairs decorated the other side of the open floor plan, while a surprisingly roomy kitchen occupied the farthest end of the room. A quartet of floor-to-ceiling windows granted a breath-stealing view of Lake Noble, mountains and the small village of Noble Pass in the distance. Gorgeous, she breathed. Just gorgeous.
     “Here’s your living and dining room combination. Of course, you have full access to the main dining room with all of your meals covered by the hotel. But, just in case you decide to eat in, you have a fully appointed kitchen. You have a tower suite, so there are two balconies. That door there,” he pointed to a door she’d mistaken for a window, “leads to one, and there’s another in the second bedroom.” He waved a hand toward the closed door on the left side of the suite.
     The closed door slowly creaked open, revealing the man she would be roomies with for the next seven days.
     The rest of the concierge’s spiel fell on deaf ears. She couldn’t catch anything beyond the dull roar reverberating in her head like noise in an empty, vast cave.
     Lots of them.
     They swirled in vivid tones of red, blue, purple and black from his wrists, up muscular arms to disappear under a dark, vintage AC/DC T-shirt. More stark lines crept from under his collar and up the strong column of his neck. Most people would’ve probably called his skin “olive,” but that would’ve been a misnomer. It was golden. As if God Himself had trapped liquid sunshine in His hand and created this man out of it.
     Tearing her gaze from the strange allure of his throat, she dragged her study down his wide shoulders to his narrow hips and long legs encased in loose denim. He was tall, lean but with a whipcord power not unlike a very large predator.
     Sleek, beautiful, controlled…dangerous.
     She retraced her visual journey, eager to glimpse the face accompanying this body and rivaling the view outside the bank of windows. Jesus, he managed to pilfer her breath just standing there fully clothed. Naked, he would send a woman into a lust-induced cardiac arrest.
     Now there was one for the medical journals…
     Oh. Shit.
     A sinful, carnal mouth was emphasized by a dusting of dark-brown facial hair above his top lip and along his chin and jaw…and the small, black hoop piercing one corner of his slightly plumper bottom lip.
     A black baseball cap shielded his eyes, but she didn’t need to see them to know they would be a startling shade of gold and green, exotic, unique. No, she didn’t need to see them because the mouth was enough.
     She could never mistake it. Hell, she’d stared at and fantasized about those sensual curves since she was eighteen.
     “Hello, Mr. Riley.” The hotel employee beamed, wielding his perpetual cheeriness on the tatted, pierced, brooding newcomer like a sledge hammer. “You’re suite mate has arrived. I’d like you to meet Neveah Morgan.”
     Mr. Riley?
     Suite mate.
     Her heart pummeled her chest wall and the thunder in her ears grew louder, but for a different reason. Not nerves. But a very feminine fear and excitement.
     And confusion.
     Either the staff here was incredibly discreet or they didn’t get out much. Or watch television. Or listened to the radio.
     Because the last name of the man standing several feet away from her, shoulders squared, arms crossed and feet spread in a don’t-fuck-with-me stance wasn’t Riley. It was Sincero.
     She closed her eyes, ordered herself to breathe and not run screaming out the door and hotel and down the mountain like a lunatic. Hysterics wouldn’t serve to accomplish anything but a severe case of hypothermia. And with her return ticket home scheduled for next Monday—a week from now—and predicted snow possibly shutting down the mountain road, she was good and stuck.
     Thanks to her sister, it looked like she would be spending her vacation with a rock star.

The Noble Pass Affaire series includes five stand-alone books that can be read in any order. Each author picked a different month for their couple to stir up mayhem, fun and romance at a gorgeous mountain resort. So, pick a month, y'all, and get ready to FLIRT! - The Chick Swagger Chicks

by Misty Dietz (October)

by Josie Matthews (September)

by Jerrie Alexander (December)

by Kym Roberts (January)

Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at age 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love.

She is wife to Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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