Thursday, 31 August 2017

Seraphina's Vengeance Pre-Order Blitz with Sheena Hutchinson

 
Title: Seraphina’s Vengeance
Author: Sheena Hutchinson
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Cover Me, Darling
      
Publication Date: Sept. 18, 2017

Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
 
Blurb:  One year ago, Seraphina’s entire world seemed to have dived into a mythical land over night. She’s somehow even gotten used to the madness of it all. But what happens when the craziness stops? Things become quiet… too quiet.

 
Sera should have known that things weren’t as quiet as they seemed. After one of the best nights of her life, Sera is forced into this treacherous journey to save one of her loved ones.
 
But following the path of evil begins to take its toll on Sera. As she struggles with her own internal dilemmas, Nate starts to take matters into his own hands. When this unseen world finally begins to affect Sera’s emotions and her relationship, can she hold it together to save her loved ones? Will love conquer all? Or will it turn her evil… forever?
 
          
 

Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can’t hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny lead her to writing again. She constantly strives to be a positive role model and write stories that empower and inspire.  
 
Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after. While God is currently writing her love story she continues to put all her time into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
For more on Sheena and her books visit her website www.SheenaHutchinson.com.
 
Buy Links:  Seraphina’s Awakening: http://amzn.to/2lzuzPo
Seraphina’s Initiation: http://amzn.to/2m17pTg
                  
Seraphina’s Vengeance (Pre-Order): http://amzn.to/2vs7qVg
 
 
 

Friday, 25 August 2017

Return to Me Release Day Blitz & Giveaway with Lilly Cain

 
Title: Return to Me
Author: Lilly Cain
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Candice Phillips Gilmer, Flirtation Designs
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
Blurb:
I love living by the water. There’s peace here with the rolling waves of the Atlantic Ocean right outside my window. Some people think I must be crazy, or at least find it lonely, living in my grandmother’s old house in the dunes of Five Island Cove.
But I’m not always alone.
 
Each year, when the weather warms, the seals return, and so does Cael. He makes me feel wild, like an ocean storm. He’s a man with magic in his soul and I’ll never give that up, no matter what laws we break or who we have to fight.
 
Never.
 
* * *
 
I can’t forget Anna. Even though the waves sing to me the song of the selkie, urging me to move on with my people, with my pack, the thought of her and the memories of the way she feels and tastes draw me back. My brothers never remember their human summer lovers, never worry about them when our kin travel to other waters.
I can never stop.
 
The elders have been watching me though. What will they do when they discover us?
 
It’s time to take a mate, but I want only my Anna.
 
But I fear the tide is changing…
 
Warning: This paranormal romance sizzles! There’s no cold water here, only heat and lots of it. Be prepared to long for a magic selkie of your own and look at seals in a whole new way! 
 
 
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep, throaty laugh  and plunging necklines. She is a great lover of all things sensual—perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
All of the above is a bit of silliness. :) Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together) and fights her writing pals for chocolate (true story).
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.
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Buy Links:  Amazon: http://amzn.to/2g7Mnkd
 
“What do you think, we go hit the tables after we get done here? Get some practice in?” Connor grinned at her. She couldn’t help but grin back. Her big brother never seemed to run out of enthusiasm when it came to poker. They’d been standing in line for ten minutes, which wasn’t bad, but there were at least a dozen people ahead, waiting to register at The Princess Resort, Las Vegas. She shifted her shoulder bag. The thing weighed a ton, but she wasn’t about to put it down with Connor right beside her. Knowing him, he’d pick it up for her and then demand what made it so blasted heavy.
One manuscript, 347 double-spaced pages of love, lust and happy ending. Her manuscript. The thought made her want to do a little dance, right here in the lobby. Jenn Riley, author.
The line shuffled forward. Although there were three clerks on the hotel registration desk, getting checked in was taking forever. The place was huge, and the signs of the two ongoing events everywhere—the poker tournament she was playing in with her brother and his two friends and the romance writers’ conference taking place in the larger ballrooms and meeting venues. The writers’ conference she planned to secretly attend.
Connor and his friends had no idea she’d agreed to come with them when their fourth had broken a leg at his job, only because she could get to the writers’ con from the poker tourney simply by crossing the hotel lobby. Her brother had teased her mercilessly about her love for romance novels when growing up, and if he heard she’d written one…
She shook her head.
Connor frowned. “What, you jetlagged?”
“Uh, a little. I think I might just chill a little, grab a swim and some time by the pool. Soak up some desert heat,” she murmured distractedly.
Connor sighed but accepted her plan and then rambled on about the tournament, who he thought might be there this year, how tough they were. Like they hadn’t gone over it at home. And at the airport. And on the plane. She stifled a sigh. The team competition worked on points, each player in their own division, and Connor had a hundred strategies, or more, since he had a female player on his team this time and could enter the new division. She liked poker, loved it, really. It was fun and she was good, thus the invite when Connor needed a fourth. But what she wouldn’t give to go over and say hello to the authors gathering near the bar. They had to be authors. All women, gathered in circles, getting glasses of wine and talking about…what? Their new plot? Who had what book coming out next? She wet her lips and shuffled ahead in line.
Minutes later they were registered into adjoining rooms, Jenn in one and Connor in the other. His poker-partner buddies were apparently already checked into their rooms on the floor above. Connor texted them as Jenn watched a large screen to the right of the registration table. Conference information scrolled over the panel. She chewed her lip when she read the registration times for both events. Damn. Nearly the same time for both, and on opposite sides of the hotel. She’d have to catch the late registration for the writers’ conference.
She walked with Connor to the elevator. The noise as they passed the bar was amazing, the place abuzz with what had to be a hundred women, all chatting and laughing, drinks in hand. She let a little wave of jealousy slide through her. If she’d had a little more money, she would have been here on her own instead of with her brother. She’d be in there with those women, meeting and greeting and rubbing shoulders with the authors she read every night. Soon though. After two years of playing with her book, it was done. Her career as a writer was about to begin and her life was about to change.
She dropped off her luggage in the room, nice enough for a hotel this size but she wouldn’t have much time to enjoy it. Then it was off to explore and maybe meet up with the one author she did know at the convention, Nancy Clarke, a seasoned veteran of these events who helped with online pitch classes. It would be nice to finally put a face with the name.
She had more than one plan for the weekend, after all. Excitement zipped through her as she headed back down the elevator and detoured toward the pool. She had to at least say she’d seen it.
This trip was all about changing her life. Starting her writing career, placing high enough in the tournament to win the cash she needed to have the freedom to start her next novel without working.
She watched an older lady in an elegant pantsuit chatting with two younger women in suits near a large pool tent marked with the convention logo. Was that who she thought it was? Her heart beat a little harder. Hello, fangirl moment.
No way was she missing this opportunity.
She strode toward her—the Nora—and almost bumped into a young woman carrying drinks toward the tent. Jenn swerved, fought for balance, lost. At the last second, she threw her bag to the safety of a nearby lounger. It was the least she could do for her literary baby before she ended up in the deep end. 
Unfortunately, she never had learned to swim.
A large, warm hand grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her to the surface. She struggled, a bit desperate to get out of the water, but more so not to drown in front of her idol. Seconds later she was unceremoniously dumped on the tiles beside the pool where she sputtered for a moment before she noticed the hands running over her body and moved to protest. Only she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
She looked up into a gorgeous set of big, blue eyes. Adrian D. Cooper. His serious, concerned expression heated her from cheeks to toes. As usual, he wore a baseball cap, and she fought the urge to flip it off and run her fingers through the dark brown curls underneath.
Dear Lord. Goal number three, alive and breathing. She’d wanted this man forever.  Adrian had been her brother’s best friend since they were all kids, and he never seemed to look at her as anything other than little Jenny, the girl he’d hauled choking out of the pool when she’d gone under at age eight.
Some days she wondered if she’d ever really come back up. His blue eyes had sucked her in, and she’d caught herself drowning in them more than once. She’d fallen in love with him, and although he’d rescued her from the water, he’d never acknowledged the fact she needed more.
“I’m okay.” But she stopped trying to brush his hands aside. Maybe it wasn’t too late for CPR. A little mouth to mouth.
“You sure? Seems like we’ve been here before.”
“Well, we have. Sure we couldn’t have a little kiss like last time?” God. How did she let these things slip out of her mouth? But at least the flirtation had made him smile. So beautiful.
“I don’t think you need resuscitation this time. You seem pretty conscious to me.”
“Yeah.” His gentle put-off hurt a bit, like it always did, but there was a touch of heat in his eyes beyond the amusement. Maybe there was hope.
There was a crowd gathering. Why did this sort of thing always happen to her? When she tried to sit up, he backed off enough to let her. “Just a little surprise dip.”
“You don’t swim.” But he gave her a hand up. And when she shivered, he grabbed a towel from a shelving unit only a few steps away and wrapped her up, his hands gentle.
And if she leaned into him just a little… Was she so weak? Probably.
“Thanks.” Jenn glanced around. Nora was gone—thankfully—but her bag was safe at the side of the pool on the lounger, and she snatched it up. Thank God for small things.
He threw the towel around her shoulders and tried to take the heavy shoulder bag from her.
“I’ve got this, thanks,” she mumbled and hung onto her bag. He, of all people, wasn’t getting his hands on what was inside.
He tugged harder, pulling the weight from her for a moment—determined to be the gentleman, of course, a result of his Southern childhood and one of the things she’d always loved about him. She pulled back, and they wrestled for a moment over the heavy bag until Connor, who she hadn’t noticed standing nearby, broke out in huge guffaw. She and Adrian had had a casual rivalry for years, another topic Connor loved to tease her about. She gave the bag one more tug and settled it on her shoulder, throwing Jenn off balance and nearly knocking into a lady passing by. All she needed was another trip into the pool. Adrian gave her a look and took her elbow, then led her back inside the hotel. She did her best to follow without stumbling.
If he read even a page of her book, he’d know exactly who it was about. And more, he’d see those nights when they’d laid in the grass watching stars as teens in a whole other way. She didn’t want that, not exactly. She’d had years watching him and wanting him, but she wouldn’t change that sweet time a bit. She just wanted…more…now.
The elevator was as packed as the rest of the hotel. She squeezed close to his six-foot-three frame until she could feel the heat coming off him. The soft scent of his cologne, woodsy and masculine, caught her. He looked fantastic yet casual in his jeans and button-down shirt. She, of course, now looked like a drowned rat.
Great. How was she going to reach goal number three when she still reminded him of that eight-year-old girl?
 
* * *
 
Damn, she looked good. This was going to be a very long weekend. Her wet clothes clung to her like skin, showing every curve and even the tight points of her… God. He needed to keep his head down and zipper zipped and concentrate on the game. Jenn was not for him. Never mind that she’d somehow not only grown up over the last few years, but she was his type, perfectly. Five-foot-seven or so, and curvy. Straight, dark brown hair, brown eyes and full lips. Mmm, she had an ass he would like to take in his hands and—
“Ooof.” The elbow to his side caught him by surprise.
“Wake up, bud.” Connor laughed at him. “Long flight?”
“Ah, not bad.” The flight in from Nevada had been a lot shorter than theirs from Texas. Jenn had a pretty blush running down her cheeks and neck, across her collarbone. Why again had he promised himself not to touch her?
“Thanks for saving Jenn again. How’s your mom?” Connor’d had a fondness for Adrian’s mother since they’d all grown up on the same street and his mother’s cookies had saved the boys from near teenage starvation. Or at least imagined teenage starvation.
His mom. There was the reason he’d promised he’d keep his distance from Jenn. Right.
The elevator doors opened, and another couple somehow squished on, although they seemed to be headed down rather than up.  Clearly they didn’t give a crap about the tight quarters, but a bead of sweat slipped down the back of his neck as Jenn was forced to press against him, the curves of her ass thankfully resting against his hipbone rather than the rapidly hardening length of his cock. Thank god for the towel between them. All he needed was wet pants, and he’d be right back in high school.
Yup, lots of cold showers ahead.
A moment later, and they were standing in front of her room. She opened her door and they trooped inside. Connor walked over to the adjoining room and opened it. The door to his side was already wide open and he strolled into his room.
“Adrian.”
“Hmm…?” He’d taken a seat on her bed, where her shoulder bag was making a dent in the thick duvet. What was in that thing, rocks?
“I said, would you mind giving me some alone time? I need to change my clothes and crash for a while.”
Adrian gave her a look. She didn’t look tired. But he never knew with Jenn what she might be up to next. Then again, she might need rest. She’d never tried to get rid of him before. God, had she seen his hard-on? There was a time when she’d wanted him, they’d even shared a kiss before she went off to university, but he’d known better than to act on any impulses around her, and he’d thought she’d understood why. His stomach pitched into his shoes. Her girlish crush had meant more to him than he’d ever let on, maybe even to himself. That she’d wanted him even when he had been a jerk teenage boy had always made him feel better when things were crap in his life at home. But a crush was different than the lust-fest he had going on in his pants. Time to man-up. “All right, if you’re sure you’re okay. But registration starts pretty soon. And Connor wants to get a few warm up rounds in, size up the competition.”
“I know. Not a problem.”
Adrian walked through the door separating the siblings’ rooms. Connor nodded at him. “Ready?”
“Jenn’s not going. She’s gonna rest for a bit.”
“Seriously?” Connor looked incredulous, echoing Adrian’s surprise. Connor shrugged. “Let’s get going, check out the tables.”
Adrian glanced back at Jenn. She’d grabbed her tote bag and was looking at something, not paying any attention to him. Her growing up was for the best. He shut the door and joined Connor in the hallway. They walked together to the elevator and caught a lift down to the lobby. Connor had been his friend for years, their tight bond formed when Adrian had moved with his mother to a house two doors down in the same small town in Texas. They’d needed a fresh start after his father had left them in Alabama with little more than the house mortgage, three months of unpaid bills, and a few hundred bucks in the checking account.
The friendship had lasted after Adrian moved to Nevada for work. Emails, calls and regular visits, plus the poker tourneys kept them from drifting apart like other childhood friends. That, and the fact that Adrian couldn’t help but fall a little in love with their perfect family – mom, dad, sister, brother, and God only knew how many aunts, uncles and cousins. It was only his mom and his younger brother on his family tree. No need to add a father whose family was apparently made of assholes.
The elevator dinged, and they stepped out to the lobby, still crowded with people. The poker tournament took place on the left side of the hotel, in conference rooms managed by the casino half of the business. As they headed in that direction, Connor’s steps grew faster. Adrian grinned. Cards had always been Connor’s thing, while Adrian preferred sports and video games. Jenn had gone for books when she wasn’t goading her brother and her brother’s friends. The girl liked to tease. But to give Connor credit, he’d never shut his sister out and Adrian had enjoyed the time they’d all spent together. With only two years difference in age, Jenn had done her best to keep up with them in sports, and Connor had brought her along on movie nights and to local street parties. She’d fit in, and Adrian had found out she was pretty fun—for a girl.
They headed down the corridor to a second open area with a small bar and coat check. The small foyer split to the left into the main casino with its crashing noise and flashing lights of a few hundred slot machines, or over to the right, where the concert and banquet rooms lay. Since this was their third time at this hotel for the tournament, they knew the way and headed to the tournament rooms to take a look before registering.
As usual, a number of players had arrived early, and impromptu games were set up at several tables. Other, older players stood casually around and studied the hands and faces of those they would soon play against. There was serious money involved; the tournament held pots to be won at several levels. By registering as a group, the four wouldn’t play against each other unless they made it into the final three games, but even if they didn’t get that far, they could win more than enough in various, min tournaments that happened at the same time. The multiple ways to win made the trip worthwhile.
For Adrian, it wasn’t about the money. He had enough, made plenty for his lifestyle and to send home to his mother. She’d never have to work three jobs supporting his brother as she had helping him through school with no help from their deadbeat dad. Now he had a role in a gaming company as a successful marketing advisor. So it wasn’t about the kitty. Adrian came to be with Connor and the other guys. Seeing Jenn was a bonus, even if it was a bit of a strain. He wanted her, but indulging in an affair was out of the question.
What had happened to his mother would never happen to Jenn. She needed more than a few stolen days.
“Check out Brad, over there with the blonde.”
Adrian scanned the room until he caught sight of their fourth group player. He sat at a table near the front of the room with two other players and a house dealer. He had his arm draped over a bored-looking blonde’s shoulder while he gestured with his cards. Brad was another old friend, but he really hadn’t managed to grow up much, from what Adrian could tell. He still chased every woman available.
Adrian laughed. “That’s Zoe Stratton he’s leaning all over. She’s going to wipe his ass with his cards and send him home to mommy.”
“The man has no clue. She’s a professional player, wonder why she bothered to sit in?”
Adrian shrugged. They looked over the crowd, finding a few more players they knew and some of the heavy hitters they’d be lucky to sit with. It was great to be back, talking the game with Connor. Connor lived for the cards, but it was about the game more than the gamble. No betting problems for him. There were more women walking about than usual, probably drawn in by the special women’s only tourney, an idea the casino supported heavily in an attempt to draw in video coverage from the major networks. More women meant more publicity. Jenn would fit right in and kick butt; she was more than a decent player and had beaten him a number of times.
“Shit. They’re opening up registration early. Let me text Jenn.” Connor pulled out his cell and tapped the screen.
“Sorry, sir, no phones in the tournament area.” A security officer had walked over the minute Connor had pulled his cell from his pocket. He grimaced and put the phone away.
Adrian shrugged. “I’ll go text her from the hall. She could be asleep though. She said she needed to crash.” He gave the guard a nod and walked out of the room. Players packed the hall and the small lobby, so he headed for the larger bar near the main lobby and entrance. Might as well kill two birds with one stone and get a couple of bottles of water while he was out.
He’d almost made it through the bar door when a flash of color caught his eye. A lady with a pink suit and a large brimmed hat with a long feather. A bit of overkill, there. But right beside her… He blinked and looked again. Yup, right beside her was the supposedly resting, too-tired-to-go-out Jenn.
 
 
 
 
 

Title & Excerpt Reveal of Riches to Rags by Casey L. Bond

 
Title: Riches to Rags
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy, Fairy Tale Retelling (Cinderella)
Publication Date: Nov. 3rd, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
 
Official Cover Reveal coming Friday, Sept. 3rd, 2017!!!
Blurb: Most girls dream of being princesses, but one princess just wants to be a normal girl.
 
Ella Carina, crown princess of Aelawyn, knows brutality and lies—she’s seen the way her father rules. Princess. Possession. To her father, the words had the same meaning. She was only as valuable as the alliance formed with her betrothal. Her freedom comes from an unlikely place: an attack on the castle.
 
When the conquering King offers to protect her from the betrothal her father arranged for political gain, she consents. Hiding her within a peasant family is the only way to keep her and her secret safe.
 
In this simpler life, Ella flourishes and catches the eye of the local Blacksmith’s son. For once, she can be herself and make her own choices, but the life of a princess—even one kept secret—was never meant to be easy.
 
Trevor, crown prince of Galder has been searching for Ella, but not because of their betrothal. She is in grave danger from the very people who hid her away. His plan is to show her the truth and help her to safety.
 
 
Nothing goes as planned. When Trevor finds her, it’s to discover she’s fallen in love with a peasant. Now he has two goals: help her regain her throne… and show her that she belongs with him.
 
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When she’s not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction.
  You can find more information about Bond’s books via the following links:   
 
 
I was in my room, lost in my own worries, when the world as I knew it was torn to shreds.
 
My room was large, and with only a bed and wardrobe inside, it was far too spacious than anything I needed. But it was also my sanctuary. It had to be. Father didn’t allow me to leave the space without an escort, and only then when he gave me permission, which wasn’t often. I considered myself lucky to have a window until that day.
The horrors I saw from that window would stay with me forever.
 
Sitting quietly in the alcove, watching the comings and goings of the villagers, was how I learned the ever-changing styles in fashion and beauty, how gentlemen and ladies were to properly act, and how some acted very improperly when they thought no one was watching.
 
The day the Kingdom of Aelawyn fell, I was watching and envying the lives of her people.
 
Nothing seemed amiss as three large, covered wagons approached the front gate. The man driving the horses that pulled the lead wagon shouted to the guard atop the gate, announcing that they carried supplies, taken from another forest raid. They were granted immediate entry, Father’s guard raising the portcullis for them.
 
One by one, the wagons crept into the yard. As soon as the gate slammed back to the ground behind the third wagon, a loud whoop sounded. The guards were stunned, so much so that it took far too long for them to spring into action and defend the castle. The wagon canvases were torn to shreds as a small army, clad in armor and donning swords, shields, and all manner of weaponry, unfolded from the wagons and began to slash their way across the yard.
 
They did not take time to discern villager from soldier, male from female, innocent from guilty.
 
A river of blood flowed in their wake, draining between the cobblestones. They were so skilled and efficient in battle that they entered the castle before any alarm could be raised to stop them. In no time, they’d taken the castle itself.
 
 
Copyright Casey L. Bond
 
 

Sexiest Dad Alive Sale Blitz with M Clarke

 
Title: Sexiest Dad Alive
Author: M Clarke
Genre: New Adult
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design & Photography
Photographer: Shauna Kruse
Models: Josh McCann & Daughter
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
Blurb:
Life isn’t a fairytale. Sometimes you have to fight for happily ever after. And sometimes you just have to let go.
 
Josh Bennett
 
It was a simple offer.
 
I invited Isla to rent a room in my five thousand square foot home. Plenty of rooms and plenty of space. But the second she moved in, I knew I was in trouble. I could handle wanting her when there was distance between us, but once we started to play house, all my pent up desire started knocking down walls.
 
That was my first mistake of many.
 
The private investigator I hired to track down my ex found her not far from where I live. I should have locked my past behind me, but something urged me to find her. I’m glad I did. But our union left me with a situation to be reckoned with.
 
When a new fire is lit and old flames rekindle, one will have to burn out.
The decisions I’ll have to make won’t be easy.
No matter what I choose, my heart will break.
 
 
International Bestselling, Award-Winning Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Author Links:
Join Mary’s Fan Group http://on.fb.me/15zyQXu
Tweet: @MaryTing   https://twitter.com/MaryTing
 
Buy Links:
Sexiest Man Alive: http://amzn.to/1STGSSp
Sexiest Couple Alive: http://amzn.to/2iJT07C Sexiest Dad Alive: http://amzn.to/2jLJItJ
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Boomerang Boyfriend Cover Reveal with Chris Cannon

 
Title: Boomerang Boyfriend
Author: Chris Cannon
Genre: YA RomCom, Sweet Romance
Publication Date: Sept. 11th, 2017
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
Blurb:
Working with her best friend’s brother at Betty’s Burgers, free-spirited Delia starts to see Jack in a new light. Not only has Jack-the-Jerk turned into a hottie, he’s even acting like a nice guy, who rescues dogs and knows how she likes her coffee. But if Jack is into her, then why is he keeping her a secret? Of course, if her best friend doesn’t approve, Delia could lose the only family she’s ever known.
 
Seeing Delia in her retro waitress uniform throws Jack’s world out of whack. She’s always been just another pain in the butt little sister…not a datable female. But she’s rockin’ the Pie Princess tiara, and even her hot-pink striped hair is sexy. What’s that about? He needs to get his head on straight, because artsy, funky Delia and her nonconformist ways don’t fit in his safe and ordered world.
 
        
 
 
Chris Cannon is the award-winning author of the Going Down In Flames series and the Boyfriend Chronicles. She lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and several furry beasts.
 
She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures or romantic comedies. You can find her online at www.chriscannonauthor.com.
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Buy Links:
Blackmail Boyfriend: http://amzn.to/2ilitK3
The Boyfriend Bet: http://amzn.to/2ikJ75y
  
Boomerang Boyfriend (Pre-Order): http://amzn.to/2vXaSnW
  
 
 
 

Descendant Prophecies Coloring Book Release Blitz with Mary Ting

 
Title: Descendant Prophecies
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: NA Mythology
Illustrator: Arnild C Aldepolla
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
 
Blurb:
***2013 InD'Tale RONE Award Finalist for YA****
Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day? Don’t blame Mother Nature. Skylar Rome can’t wait to spend her last summer before college with her cousin, Kayla. Everything changes when they meet the Grand brothers. Skylar is sure she should stay away from Mason Grand, but their attraction is undeniable. Then Skylar’s life erupts into turmoil. She steps into a world where descendants of ancient gods have super powers, evil beings chase her, and questions arise about her own identity. She is running out of time and running for her life, while trying to unravel the mystery of what they want from her. Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will Skylar find the answers she seeks, or will she die trying?
 
      
 
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Author Links:
 
              
Buy Link:  Amazon: http://amzn.to/2wh5M8O