Saturday, March 29, 2014

Promo Tour: Centre Game Series by Natalie Gayle - Finding Trust (Book #1) and Finding Judgement (Book #2)

Today we're promoting the Centre Game Series by Natalie Gayle.  Details of both books are below.  And if you're very quick, you can grab a copy of Finding Trust for FREE!

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Book #1 - Centre Game Series:  Finding Trust

He’s hot, sexy, and leads a double life. Sometimes in the limelight, mostly in the shadows. Brayden James holds fast to a secret that’s more than his to share. 
She’s a singularly focused veterinarian out for a rare night of fun with friends, at a New Year’s Eve rock concert. Going home with the lead guitarist was furthest thing from Rihanna Mason’s mind when the night began.
When Rihanna inadvertently becomes the target of a deadly terrorist plot using the Hendra virus as a biological weapon, Brayden is forced to reveal his other life. His job is to keep her safe and together they must stop the terrorists before it’s too late. But what happens when she becomes more to him than just the assignment?
Will the secret he cannot disclose ultimately prove too much for Rihanna’s fragile trust in relationships? Or will he finally break through the double brick walls around her heart, where every other man has failed?

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Book #2 - Centre Game Series:  Finding Judgement

Rory Southall’s dreams have been haunted by the beautiful blonde pixie he’d helped three months ago. Imagine his surprise when his next assignment is to investigate none other than the very same woman.TJ Walsh is holding on to her family’s trucking company by a thread. For the last two and a half years, she’s been trying to keep the debt-ridden business afloat and her family fed. She’s driven and desperate to make ends meet. But she remembers every detail of a chance meeting three months ago with a handsome stranger.

What happens when a simple supply chain investigation morphs into a deadly web of lies and deceit and TJ finds herself squarely in the middle of it? It seems that very same handsome stranger has rescued her again, but how could that be? And how exactly does the illegal genetically modified products he’s investigating have anything to do with her?

How will she cope with knowing the danger is much closer to home than she thought? When everyone seems to be gunning for them, can she find love and salvation with Rory before it’s too late?

I recently discovered those school vocational assessments are really interesting and probably correct! Who would have thought, hey? You see, I clearly remember taking one of those in Year 11 (for my US friends, I think that equates to junior year in high school). Anyway, semantics. Well, the results came back indicating that I should pursue a career in writing and something else. What that something else was I can’t remember but the writing thing stuck in my mind.

Sure, I’d always liked English and had already developed a ravenous appetite for romance novels by the age of sixteen—but who becomes a writer straight out of school? So to cut a long story short, I went to Uni and studied Business and ended up managing large-scale IT projects shortly after.

I can’t complain: it’s been a great career. I’ve done some awesome projects and met some incredible people and I won’t be giving it up anytime soon. Anyway, I’ve messed around with a couple of “secret” novels over the years and I finally decided to get serious and finish one. Hence “Finding Trust” came about. And about twenty years later, I’ve finally proved a vocational assessment correct, because I love writing!

As to some other stuff about me: I live on the Gold Coast, Australia. I love spending time with my family and friends. When I’m not sitting behind a screen playing with IT or writing, you might find me down the beach playing in the waves on a Jet Ski or a bogey board (both are uber cool). When the weather turns a bit cooler (doesn’t really happen on the Gold Coast), we like to head for the snow. I’ve discovered I have two kids who are kamikaze skiers—they must take after their father. He’s always at me to “release the handbrake.” Apparently I’d ski so much better. I call it a healthy understanding of self-preservation and gravity!

I like to think I can fit in a few workouts and martial arts classes each week. This tends to be a figment of my imagination more than reality, unfortunately. I am trying to remedy this, but those damn characters just keep demanding to have their stories told and, well, there’s always another good book to read!

I hope you enjoy mine.

Please drop me a line. You can find me at my website, I’m active on Facebook, Twitter, and via email I’d love to know what you think of my books and well, let’s be truthful—I love talking about books, whether they’re mine or someone else’s. Fiction is just so much more fun than reality!!!

Happy Reading,

Natalie Gayle

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Blog Tour: Only the Good Die Young by K.K. Hendin

Welcome to our stop on the blog tour for Only the Good Die Young by K.K. Hendin.  We have an extract to share with you and there is a tour wide giveaway where you can win an Only the Good Die Young care package (2 up for grabs!) or e-book (2 up for grabs as well!).

Title: Only the Good Die Young
Author:  K.K. Hendin
Release Date:  11 March, 2014
Event Organised by: InkSlinger PR

The first year of college is supposed to be about parties, parties, and getting the hell out of Texas. Instead, Milcah Daniels is spending her eighteenth year in and out of Houston's hospitals. Her hair is falling out, they’ve cut off her boobs, and if she makes it to nineteen, she’ll consider it a personal miracle.

Breast cancer really has a way of messing with a girl’s social calendar.

When Milcah’s temporarily discharged from the hospital, she’s determined to get a tattoo for every medical procedure she’s had. Her quest leads her to Skin Stories, a new tattoo parlor a block from her apartment. And to it’s infuriatingly sexy artist, Callum Scott.

Callum is everything Milcah wants, and everything she shouldn’t have now. A new relationship when the official prognosis is one to five years is a terrible idea. But Callum doesn’t know about the breast cancer, and Milcah’s not running to tell him.

But when the doctor says things are actually looking positive, her entire life turns upside down. How is she supposed to start living again when she’s finally learned to accept her death?

A knock on the door jolts me out of the river of consciousness I’m trying my best to stay afloat in. I’m too tired to raise my head, and I just wait to see if anyone walks in.
“Hi, Ms. Daniels?” It’s someone who I don’t know.
Someone who isn’t wearing scrubs.
I don’t say anything. I don’t have the strength. I don’t care.
“Ms. Daniels, my name is Roberta, and I’m here from the local breast cancer support group, and I came to see how you’re doing.”
“Well, you saw.” I gesture to the tubes that are still hooked up to my body. “And now you can leave.”
But Roberta, wearing the damn pink ribbon, apparently doesn’t have a firm grasp of the English language, because she doesn’t leave. She comes to the edge of my bed.
“I’m here to see how you’re doing,” she repeats, as if the chemo killed all my brain cells instead of the tumor.
“I heard you. And you saw. Now you can leave.” I don’t have patience for this shit.
I can’t deal with any false sympathy right now.
She leans over and places her hand on my shoulder and smiles down at me.
Oh, hell no.
“I know it’s hard for you,” she says.
I snap.
“Listen, ma’am. I don’t know who the hell you are, I don’t know what you’re doing here, and I don’t know why the hell you’re touching me. Leave. Now.”
Her eyes widen, but she stays there, her hand still on my shoulder.
“Some people are a little irritable after chemotherapy,” she says to me.
“Not like any procedure I have or haven’t been having here is any of your goddamned business, but I don’t give a shitting monkey about people being irritable,” I snap. “I didn’t ask you to come, I told you I didn’t want you in here, and I’m asking you to leave now.”
I hit the bell next to my bed and hope that Holly comes and removes this moron from my room. Damn cancer, making me so weak I can’t even shrug her hand off my shoulder.
“Everything okay in here?” It’s not Holly, it’s a different nurse.
God, at this point, I don’t even care anymore.
“Get her out of my room,” I say, knowing my voice is weaker than it normally is, and it makes me flinch.
Roberta smiles at the nurse. “I’m here from the local breast cancer support group,” she says.
“Ma’am, the patient would like you to leave now.”
God bless her.
Roberta throws me a pitying look, and leaves.
“Thanks,” I say to the nurse, my voice fading.
She smiles and leaves, closing the door part of the way as she walks out. I close my eyes and sink into an endless pit of self-doubt.

KK Hendin's real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she'll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate. She’s the author of the NA contemporaries HEART BREATHS and ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG.

She spends way too much time on Twitter, where she can be found at @kkhendin, and rambles on occasion over at

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Cover Re-Release: Unbreakable by Rebecca Shea

Check out the gorgeous NEW cover for Unbreakable by Rebecca Shea created by Regina Wamba at Mae I Design.

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there is a sale on Unbreakable and Undone from 3/27-3/29. Get your copies today!

These are two amazing books - you absolutely have to meet Gabe AND Landon!!

Jessica Harper is the epitome of perfection. She’s a good daughter, makes excellent grades, and always strays on the safe side of life. The last thing she thought would ever happen was falling in love with her best friend’s brother. But sometimes fate just has a way of bringing two people together. 

Wide receiver for the University of Arizona, Gabe Garcia, seems to have it all. When his feelings for Jessica come to surface, Gabe will give up everything to be with her. But what happens when a tragedy abruptly changes the course of your life? 

For Jessica and Gabe, everything they thought they knew about each other will be questioned. Sometimes, there are scars in life that are cut too deep to completely heal. 

Will their love prove to be unbreakable, or will it shatter and prove fate is just another lie? 

*This book contains mature subject matter and is not intended for those under 17 years of age.*

Unbreakable is a phenomenal debut from Rebecca Shea.  Heartbreakingly beautiful, I dare you not to absolutely fall in love with Gabe, Landon and Jessica.

I would caution even those of you that 'never' cry when reading books to choose your reading location very carefully.  This is not a book to read on the bus, or in any other sort of public place for that matter (unless of course ugly crying in front of complete strangers is something that you're comfortable with).  It will rip your heart in two and leave you wondering whether anyone will survive the trauma of what happens to these three amazing characters (including you!).

There is such integrity, sincerity and selflessness from all three.  It was so wonderful to read a love story that didn't include deception, betrayal or infidelity.  Despite that, be prepared for some devastatingly painful scenes as the story unfolds and our characters grapple with their love, their insecurities and their selfless wish for those they love to have what they think they deserve.

Gabe and Landon are two outstanding men.  I didn't want to like Landon to start with, but by the end of Unbreakable you can't help but be completely in love with him.  The tattooed bad boy, is such a wonderful contrast to Gabe.  Gabe is also just amazing.  So completely in love with Jessica, so focused on giving her everything - here's a snippet of what to expect from him:
"... it's the kind of love that won't let me breathe if you're not with me.  It's the kind of love that makes me not want to live if I can't be with you"

Some of the chapters from Gabe's point of view were some of the hardest, most emotional words I've ever read.

Unbreakable will take you on on a wildly emotional rollercoaster.  Rest assured, you will get your heart back, in one piece, although it will have suffered along the way and it will take you some time to recover.  Unbreakable - is definitely one of my favorites for the year and I cannot wait to read more from Rebecca Shea.

5 out of 5 stars

Rebecca SheaRebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of Unbreakable. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family and her beagle, Miles. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working full-time and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Release Day Launch: Recklessly Royal by Nichole Chase

Title:  Recklessly Royal
Author: Nichole Chase
Series: Suddenly #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Organised by: InkSlinger PR

Catherine has spent her life being the perfect princess. She’s kept her hands clean, her head down, and most importantly—men at arm’s length. After all, most men are after only one thing, and for Cathy there’s a lot more at stake than her bed; she has to worry about the fate of an entire nation. But at the rate she’s going, Cathy is afraid she’ll give the Virgin Queen a run for her money. She is tired of waiting for someone good enough to come along. She has a plan, and it all hinges on seducing the one man who seems utterly unimpressed by all things royal. The one man she is tempted by more than any other . . .

When David arrives at the royal wedding of his friend, the newly ordained Duchess Samantha Rousseau, he expected to feel uncomfortable and out of his element, but he wasn’t prepared to be targeted by Prince Alex’s gorgeous younger sister. With Cathy’s giant blue eyes, killer figure, and sense of humor, it won’t take long before he gives in. But when he finds out just how innocent the crown princess really is, will he play the part of knight in shining armor or the dashing rogue?

I was a bit sloshed, but I wasn’t going to tell Sam that. My legs slipped and I slid the rest of the way to the ground, my head stopping my fall. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. The doorbell rang as I scrambled up from my spot on the floor.

“I’ve got it!” Chadwick took off to the front door, his steps a little too loud.
Backing away from the pole, I took a running jump and grabbed directly in the middle. I used my momentum to swing my legs high in the air. Making sure I had a good grip on the pole, I spread my legs into a split.

“Wow.” A deep voice broke into my thoughts and I looked up. A man was standing next to Chadwick, wearing a backpack and carrying a large duffel bag. His dark eyes ran over my body and I shivered, which was a bad thing. My hands slipped and I fell, crashing to the floor with a loud oof.

“Are you okay?” Sam ran over and helped me stand up, but I wasn’t feeling any pain. In fact, I was feeling awesome. Looking past Sam’s shoulder, I smiled at the hottie and waved. He was perfection, from his messy dark hair down to his scuffed boots. And exactly what we needed to end the night with a bang.

“Heeeyyooou. I don’t remember hiring a stripper, but boy am I glad you showed up.” I let Sam help me up to my feet and wondered why she was making a choking sound. I slapped her on the back, worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Fine!” Sam barked a laugh. “That’s not—”

“Good! Because it looks like I outdid myself!” I turned her around with a flourish to look at the delicious man standing on the stairs. His shirt strained across his chest as he shifted his feet and I found myself thinking about tracing my fingers across those hard lines. I let my eyes run over him instead, taking in the tight plaid shirt, worn jeans, and work boots. There was nothing polished or metropolitan about him. Everything screamed outdoors. And I liked it.

“Cathy,” Sam tried to stop me, but I shrugged her off and skipped up the steps.

“What are you supposed to be? A lost lumberjack?” I pulled the heavy bag out of his hands and set it on the ground. “We’ll, c’mon! Someone start some music.” I gyrated my hips a little and wiggled my eyebrows. “Take it off, bab-ay!”

“If you insist, gorgeous.” His American accent gave me pause as a dim memory tried to fight through the fog in my brain, but it didn’t last long. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his calloused fingers worked the top couple of his buttons free. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or just his deep brown eyes, but I was entranced. I didn’t even notice when Sam climbed the stairs.

I couldn’t look away from him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and exposed the skin underneath. The need to touch that tantalizing bit of flesh raced through me and my fingers twitched. Hypnotized by eye the color of melted chocolate, I leaned forward. One corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and it only added to his appeal. Where it might have been a turn off in another man, It simply added to this strippers appeal. I smiled in response, eager for him to continue.

“God, please don’t, David. I’ll never be able to look at you again.” She covered his hands with her own and laughed, her cheeks a bright red.

“David?” I looked at him, confused, before looking over my shoulder at Jess. She was nodding her head with wide eyes like I was supposed to remember something. “David?” I said the name again, mulling over what that could mean.

I looked down at the bag I had taken from him and my eyes landed on his boots. It was then that a moment of clarity surged through my mind like a stampede of wild horses and I covered my mouth.

“Oh God.” A wave of nausea hit me. “You’re Sam’s friend.”
I promptly turned around and threw up into a potted plant.

Nichole Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Suddenly Royal, Flukes, The Dark Betrayal Trilogy, and several short stories. She is also the instructor of Say What? a dialogue class at the Romance Academy. 

Nichole lives in Georgia with her husband, energetic daughter, superhero dog, Sulcata tortoise, and two cats. When not writing, you may find her reading, painting, crafting, or chasing her daughter around the house while making monster noises. 

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Monday, March 24, 2014

Release Blitz: LoveLines by S. Walden

Title: LoveLines
Author: S. Walden
Series: The Wilmington Saga #1
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

This is a humorous OCD love story.

Arrive to work at 7:58 A.M. sharp. Check. Count forty-seven steps to cubicle. Check. Arrange pens in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance. Check. Apply hand sanitizer before opening email. Double check.

And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.

Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.

Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.

But Reece isn't like all the others.

The Wilmington Saga

Follow the stories of Wilmington, NC residents as they fall in and out of love, mend and break hearts, grow, change, lose, win, and experience what it means to truly live in this small coastal community.

Noah dropped me home sometime around nine. I’d stayed for dinner, thought I’d sobered up sufficiently to drive, but was told to keep my car right where it was—on the curb in front of Erica’s house. She’d drive it over tomorrow.

I live in a cul-de-sac in an old neighborhood filled with one-story brick homes. They’re small—no bigger than 1500 square feet—but the perfect size for a single woman tired of paying rent. I bought my house two years ago. I’d started saving for a down payment eight years before that. I thought my mother would be so proud of me for purchasing my first home—on my own—but she was more concerned about the people to fill it.

“Just me, Mom,” I had said during my housewarming party. It included my dad, younger sister, some coworkers, a few friends from college, and Erica’s crew.

“Not even a roommate, Bailey? At least get a roommate. I mean, what’s the point of two bedrooms if it’s just you?”

“Office space,” I replied.

“Office space for what? What do you need an office for? Do you take work home with you? Do they make you work nights and weekends at that place? Honey, let’s talk about the sales job. Remember that sales job I told you about?”

“Mom, I’d be working more in sales. Do you understand? We’ve been over this. Days. Nights. Weekends. Holidays. Vacations. That’s a sales job!”

“Honey, this job is different. Now I gave Archie your number. He said he’ll call you—”

“Oh my God! I just bought a house, Mom! Can we focus on the house?!”

Yeah. So that’s how most of the conversations went with my mother.

S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband, who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. She is the USA Today bestselling author of Going Under. When she's not writing, she's thinking about it.

She loves her fans and loves to hear from them. Email her at and follow her twitter feed at @swaldenauthor.

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