Tuesday, June 30, 2020

GENES Release Blitz & Giveaway with Mary Ting!

Title: GENES (International Sensory Assassin Network Book 3)
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: YA Dystopian
Cover Reveal: Michael James Canales
Publication Date: June 30th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Allegiances will be tested.
Identities will be revealed.
No one is safe.
While searching for the HelixB88 anti-serum on the black market, Ava uncovers valuable intel that may help the rebels in their fight to bring down ISAN—the location of a hidden facility. But first, the insurgents must find the female citizens unexpectedly displaying powers without use of the Helix serum before ISAN captures them.
As the rebels join forces with other sectors, ISAN plans their destruction by using someone they don't suspect at the rebel home base. A traitor within.
Now, Ava must make a dangerous decision, one that could risk their capture—or worse.
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Mary is an international bestselling, award-winning author. She writes soulful, spellbinding stories that excite the imagination and captivate readers around the world. Her books span a wide range of genres, and her storytelling talents have earned a devoted legion of fans, as well as garnered critical praise.
Becoming an author happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she had in high school. After realizing she wanted to become a full-time author, Mary retired from teaching after twenty years. She also had the privilege of touring with the Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book: No Bullies Allowed.
Mary resides in Southern California with her husband, two children, and two little dogs, Mochi and Mocha. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Being a huge Twilight fan, Mary was inspired to make book-themed jewelry and occasionally gives it away as prizes to her fans.
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Told from Rhett’s point of you.
If Ava could see herself, the sight would have stopped her cold. Even Rhett was afraid. The hair on his arm rose. His goosebumps had goosebumps.
Ava had absorbed Mia’s energy. Blue light zapped and crackled not only through her, but around her like an electric storm. She became the lightning and wind, uplifting everything around her. The ground shook, walls trembled, and lightbulbs popped like gunshots. Centered in the brilliant phenomenon, she was Mother Nature about to unleash her wrath.
“Holy mother of all mothers.” Ozzie’s jaw slackened. “Do you see what I see, Rhett?”
“Yes,” Rhett said with a grim smile. “That’s my girl. I hope she gives them hell.”
Mia stood her ground. Rhett gave her credit for courage but she was a fool. Rhett knew Ava would make the right choice, so he didn’t try to stop her.
“Well, what’s it going to be, Mia?” Ava’s voice sounded as grand as her display of powers.
Rhett was learning something new about Ava every time she pushed herself, though he worried she might burst. He had no idea how her ability worked.
“I’m not going to apologize, you freak.”
Oh, no. She did not just say that.
“Uh oh.” Ozzie crouched lower. “Ava hates that word.”
Four massage tables zoomed across the room at a flick of Ava’s finger, boxing in the girls.
“Like this is going to stop me. Pathetic,” Mia spat.
Mia didn’t know when to quit. Ava didn’t want to hurt her, but she kept punching Ava with insults. Rhett had to do something.
Ava’s hands trembled. Her body was shutting down.
“No, they weren’t intended to hurt you, and they certainly won’t hold you in.” Ava shook her thin shoulders. “That was a distraction—this will do the damage.” Ava flicked her index finger. A metal tray flew off the counter like a rocket and collided with Mia’s face, knocking her head to the table. “The table is to break your fall, idiot. I was being generous. What about you, Ella? Want to walk with me or be carried out like your friend?”
Ella blanched and softened her stance, giving the impression of compliance. Her voice squeaked like a frightened mouse. “I was going to cooperate. I swear I was. I’ll walk.”
Poor girl. She shook with her arms crossed over her midsection.
The door slid open.
“Why are you all wet? What happened here?” Naomi cursed, her eyes darting around the wrecked room. “Are you guys okay?”
Ozzie pointed to Ava, gawking at her as if she was a goddess. “She did it. It was pretty awesome.”
Tamara laughed. “I should have been here earlier to see it all. The sounds did not do it justice.”
Reyna smoothed a hand over her face. “We’re in so much trouble. Zen’s not going to like this. It’s a good thing this room had no windows.”
“Well, at least we’re all going down together.” Rhett planted a kiss on his girl and supported her with an arm around her waist. When she’d stopped the bullets at Mitch’s apartment, she’d fainted. “You okay?”
Rhett gripped her shaky hand. So cold. All the warmth flushed out of her when Helix had diminished or had burned out. Or however her power worked.
“Yeah. Just a little lightheaded. At least I didn’t black out. I got a little carried away.”
“A little. Just a little.” Rhett chuckled to lighten the mood.
“Are you and Oz okay?” She examined him. “You’re wet.”
“Oz and I are fine. Do you want a change of clothes? We could try to find—”
“No. Let’s get out of here.”
Rhett was worried about her. How much could her body take?
Ava had practiced every spare second. Anyone else would be wiped out, but maybe someone like her didn’t need a lot of time to recover. If Helix could replenish her quickly, then perhaps it was all good.
“Come on. Someone want to help me drag this lunatic?” Ozzie’s shoes squeaked and squashed through two inches of water as he headed toward Mia. “Yup, Zen is going to flip out. Can we pretend it didn’t happen? Or do one of you girls have the power to put everything back together? Why can’t I have that kind of power? Why am I talking and nobody is answering me?”
“‘Cause you talk too much, Ozwald.” Rhett grabbed Mia’s other arm and hauled her up with Ozzie’s help.
Ozzie’s mouth scrunched together into a pout. “Ozzie. It’s Ozzie or Oz.”
How Rhett loved to mess with him, and Rhett knew Ozzie liked it, too, since he did the same to Rhett. It was the way they were.

Monday, June 22, 2020

Cover Reveal! The Truest Thing by Samantha Young

   

                                                         Cover Artist: Hang Le

  
She made him believe in the legend…
The Truest Thing, Book Four in the USA Today bestselling Hart's Boardwalk Series by Samantha Young, releases August 18, 2020!


Nine years ago, Emery Saunders moved to Hartwell to start her life over as a bookstore owner. Her inability to trust people made it hard for her to find a place in the small community until Jessica Lawson moved to town and befriended the shy beauty.
But there was one person in Hartwell who tried to befriend Emery long before Jessica arrived…
Jack Devlin has his secrets. One of them is that he fell hard for Emery the moment she appeared in Hartwell. Another is that his father blackmailed him into covering up a dark family tragedy. It forced Jack to sever his relationships to protect the people he cared about. Yet, staying away from Emery has not been easy throughout the years and he hasn’t always succeeded. When Jack’s mixed signals hurt Emery once again, she puts him out of her heart for good.
Until the Devlin family secret is finally revealed, freeing Jack from his father’s machinations. What Jack wants more than anything is to repair his relationships, starting with Emery.
However, Emery isn’t ready to forgive and Jack’s not ready to give up.
And when the town’s latest scandal ties Jack and Emery together, Jack is not above using their new reality to prove to Emery once and for all that their love is worthy of the legend of Hart’s Boardwalk.
 

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About Samantha Young:
Samantha Young is a New York Times and #1 International bestselling author from Stirlingshire, Scotland. On Dublin Street was Samantha's first adult contemporary romance series and has sold in thirty countries. She has since published over thirteen romance titles including the New York Times Bestsellers Into the Deep, Hero, and her most recent contemporary romance Fight or Flight. When writing Adult Paranormal romance she writes under the pen name S. Young.
 
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Friday, June 19, 2020

The Spirit by Harper L. Jameson Audio Blitz & Giveaway

Title: The Spirit
Author: Harper L. Jameson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Dark City Designs
Editor: Farrant Editing Services
Narrator: Logan McAllister
Publisher: Satin & Stone Publications
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Before the white man settled the Appalachians, he stood over the people of the Tribe, providing all they needed to flourish in the shadow of the mountains.
The many tribes have given him many different names. Wakan Tanko. Maheo. To the people that first hunted the corner of Appalachia known to later generations as Wright’s Holler, he was Weshemoneto, the Great Spirit.
To Anna Madeline Wright, he would simply be Wes. Born in the holler that bore her name, “Annie” Wright came from people that had learned to live on the land, people who believed in the magic saturating the woods around them. People who knew how to survive.
Circumstance of birth gave her power. Her skills gave her respect. Her magic gave them hope. In a town not yet influenced by the progress of the industrial revolution, Annie was a pauwau. A witch.
The winter of 1836 hit the town of McAllen hard and with her people in danger of annihilation, Annie called on the spirits for the power to save them. Her desperation called Weshemoneto himself. When they collided, she had to make a choice: Lose her town or lose her heart.
What happened next would become the stuff of legend for centuries to come.
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Harper L. Jameson has always had an active imagination, first finding her love of books through the works of renowned horror authors at a young age. Then with her mother's influence, she found the romantic works of Beatrice Small and Johanna Lindsey and whole new worlds were opened to her. With the encouragement of family and friends, she began to create worlds of her own. Worlds of love and magic, of men and monsters and sometimes, they all intertwine in dark and delightful ways. Come inside, she has stories to tell.
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Wes paused, masculine propriety threading through the lust riding his pulse as he got a fist in her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up at him. “No man has had you.” It wasn’t a question, the words more growl than actual speech as an ownership he had no right to feel burned in his chest. Pure. The woman was pure and kissing him like she needed his air to breathe, and he wasn’t civilized enough to stop himself now. Not when Annie wanted him as he wanted her. Nothing short of the world ending around them was going to keep him from having her.
“What?,” Annie panted out, stunned at the distance when he broke the seal of their mouths and struggling to right her mind when he had her spinning in a cyclone of confusion and desire that was making it hard to focus on anything but the way he was making her feel. She wanted more of it. He’d said something. “I...no, I haven’t...” It was her turn to chase his mouth, fluttering kisses to the corners of his lips as she pulled his braids to try and bring him back to her, cursing him under her breath for ever stopping. She didn’t want him to stop, not when he’d gotten her started. The ache between her thighs was echoing her pulse, hot and needy in a way she’d never experienced, but absolutely sure that he could ease her if she just got him close enough.
“You will be mine then, ni’wa.” Still not a question and followed by a claim that he wasn’t about to take back. He leaned in until his mouth was only a hair's breadth from hers, his breath fanning her lips and his fangs glinting wicked points that ached to nip and score, marking her in the possession of man and spirit. “Understand this, Annie. No other will touch you. You will be mine and mine alone. You will lay with me while the snow falls. For that, I will bring your people to safety until the storm has passed.” Wes didn’t even know why he was giving her the chance to decide, but he would have her submission or he would not have her at all.
“Agreed.” Wes’s eyes were wild, churning molten gold with his own desire and it was a rush of power that she was the cause. Annie didn’t miss that he was asking when he could simply force her, but something told her that wasn’t what he wanted. His people had been forced to submit - to retreat - and she knew that was what that golden gaze meant. He wanted her submission. He would have it. But not yet. “Let me go back to the town. Let me tell them that they are safe, and you have me.” Only, she was having a Hell of a time forcing herself to let go of him, her fingers uncooperative in loosening their hold on his hair. She used her magic to help her let go, pushing off with a rush of sparking energy that finally tore her from his arms.
Annie stumbled, propping herself on a sapling and gasping to catch her breath against a separation that was as painful as losing a limb. She ordered her feet to retreat, but they only inched forward until she gripped a low branch, her knuckles white but holding her rooted in place before she ended up right back where she was before. “Wes, I have to tell them.”
The loss of her body was suffered with a roar, his fingers tipping in razor claws that curled into his fists and balled against the instinct to snatch her back. His jaw clenched, his muscles bunching in preparation to pounce. “Agreed. Go, ni’wa. Gather your people and tell them to be in this place at the setting of the next moon. I will take them to safety and return them after the storm has gone.” Wes stalked forward for two steps, a hand shooting out to sink his claws into the bark of the tree she leaned against. He loomed over her, his cock so rigid he was actually in pain, and he couldn’t promise that he would be able to hold himself back if she stayed much longer. “First…” He leaned in, his wicked canines slipping from his gums to score over her pulse, twin razors cutting across her skin in a claim that glowed on its bloodied edges with his ownership. “Go now and return to me before the moon has reached its peak tomorrow. This is done.”