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Friday, March 27, 2015

After Dark by M. Pierce Release Blitz & Giveaway

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Title:   After Dark  (Night Owl Trilogy Book #3)
Author:   M. Pierce
Release Date: March 24, 2015
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance


In the final novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce, can a passion that has withstood many ordeals become a love strong enough to last a lifetime?


Matt Sky is trying to return to normal, having faked his death and come back to life. He and Hannah move back in together, and Matt attempts to put his demons to rest as they strive to grow their relationship into something durable and honest. But as the two become more and more entangled, and the heat between them intensifies in all the best possible ways, Matt's desire for Hannah ignites cravings he has kept at bay for a long, long time…

Hannah finally has the life she's always wanted: she's pursuing her career as a literary agent at Granite Wing Agency, she is writing her first novel, and she is living with her hot, passionate lover. But as Matt and Hannah explore a new intimacy, Hannah finds that there are parts of Matt--dark, wild, uncontrollable parts--that he has yet to show her…that he has yet to show anyone…Under the surface of Matt and Hannah's domestic bliss, deeply buried secrets burn, and all of a sudden, the least foreseen obstacle threatens to shatter everything they've worked so hard for.

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Other Books in the Trilogy:
Title:   Night Owl (Night Owl Trilogy Book #1)
Author:   M. Pierce
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Synopsis:
"Tautly written, complex, and vibrating with a dark sensuality that will have you at once blushing and anxious. You'll think you have this book pegged . . . but you'll be wrong."—Christina Lauren, New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of The Beautiful Bastard series

From bestselling ebook author M. Pierce comes the first novel in a provocative erotic trilogy where an anonymous online writing partnership turns into an uncontrollable, passionate obsession

At twenty-eight, Matt Sky has the perfect life. He has a beautiful girlfriend, a massive inheritance, and four national bestsellers -- all penned under his airtight alias, M. Pierce.

At twenty-seven, Hannah Catalano is a train wreck. Her boyfriend is a deadbeat and her job is abysmal.

Matt and Hannah meet online as writing partners. Their relationship is safe, anonymous, and innocent...

Until Matt sees a picture of Hannah. Hannah's picture sparks an attraction Matt is powerless to ignore. When circumstance brings Matt and Hannah together, the strangers begin a love story that's passionate, poignant, unforgettable, and unstoppable.





Title:   Last Light  (Night Owl Trilogy Book #2)
Author:   M. Pierce
Release Date: October 28, 2014
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance
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Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper—and hotter—in Last Light, the second novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce.


Matt Sky is missing. After a solo ascent of Longs Peak that left only a large blood stain, tatters of climbing clothing, and the tracks of an animal in the snow, he is presumed dead.

Hannah Catalano is guarding a secret: she knows Matt is alive. After Matt's memorial service, she lingers on the East Coast with his family, but it soon becomes clear that his brothers' motives are less than gracious. Nate Sky is bent on tracking down the author of Night Owl, a book that charts the last days of Matt's life with uncanny and scandalous accuracy, and which appeared only after his death. Seth Sky is bent on getting Hannah into his bed.

Hidden away in the woods, Matt and Hannah strive desperately to maintain their ruse and their relationship—but their web of lies only tightens as Matt struggles with the consequences of his decision, and Hannah tries to escape Nate's libel suit and fend off Seth's advances...until Hannah is put in danger, and Matt must make a life or death choice.









Sleeping on the couch is a bitch.
My back ached even after my morning run, even after a round of sit-ups and stretches—and a long, hot, lonely shower.
            As I padded past the bedroom, a towel around my waist, I tried the knob once more.
            Still locked.
            I pressed my ear to the door and frowned.
            Hannah had been bunkered in our bedroom all night and most of this morning. It was nearly noon. The AC ticked on and I sighed, roaming back to the kitchen.
            “I am definitely in the doghouse,” I muttered to Laurence.
            A notepad on the counter contained my list for the day.

            FIX SHIT

-        Talk about things w/Hannah (money, therapy, Chrissy)
-        Date (picnic or dinner)

I peeled off the note and wrote another.

Hannah baby, please come out. You can’t stay in there forever. I’m sorry. I love you. I need clothes. XO

            I knocked gently on the bedroom door before slipping the note beneath it. Then I retreated to the TV room.
            Several minutes later, I heard the door squeak open and clap shut.
            I returned to find it locked, a pair of my socks folded on the floor beside a note.

            Here you go.

            Grinning, I turned over her note and wrote another.

Where am I supposed to wear these? Or am I supposed to use them for something else? Take pity on a half-naked man. It’s getting chilly out here.

            I flicked my reply under the door, then sat on the floor and waited. Soon I heard Hannah rustling in the bedroom. The door opened a crack and a T-shirt flew out.
            She slammed it shut quickly.
            Click went the lock.
            “Goddamn it, Hannah.”
            I pulled on the T-shirt and shot another note under the door.

            Is this your way of saying you want to see my dick? So coy . . .

            A moment later, the door opened and a pair of sweatpants hit me in the face.
            Slam!—click.
            “Hannah!” I lunged against the door. “Baby bird?”
            No reply.
God, women are fucking mysterious.




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M. has a great giveaway going on for the release – twelve total prizes including:
  • Two SIGNED Paperback Sets (Night Owl, Last Light, After Dark)
  • 6 Sets of Signed Bookmarks (3 bookmarks per set – one from each book)
  • Alex and Ani Ode to the Owl Charm Bangle (Silver or Gold Finish – winners choice – picture attached)
  • Owl Campfire Tshirt (Color and size – winners choice - picture attached)
  • Two $15 Amazon Gift Cards


M. Pierce is the bestselling author of Night Owl, book one in the erotic Night Owl Trilogy. The author lives in Colorado and owns a rabbit named Laurence.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Mending Scars by Nikki Narvaez Blitz & Giveaway

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Mending Scars by Nikki Narvaez Promo Blitz –

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Book Details:
Title:    Mending Scars (The Scars of Us Book #2)
Author:   Nikki Narvaez
Genre:   NA, Contemporary Romance
Release Day: October 31, 2014    

Synopsis:

Even though Kaleb is out of Kaiya's life, the scars he left behind remain a constant reminder of the pain he subjected her to for most of her life. Still tormented by those old demons, and plagued by the events of that traumatic night, Kaiya has more to deal with as she moves forward in her relationship with Ryker.
Ryker's past continues to haunt him when something unexpected flips his and Kaiya's lives upside down. Neither are prepared for what's to come.
What happens when the past refuses to stay buried?
Will love continue to be enough to overcome the obstacles they'll face, or are their scars too severe to mend?

Disclaimer: 18+ for explicit sexual situations and some sensitive subject matter






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Title:    The Scars of Us (The Scars of Us Book #1)
Author:   Nikki Narvaez
Genre:   NA, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

Kaiya Marlow has always been cautious, precise in every decision she makes. When her dark past threatens to resurface, she decides to take precautions to protect herself by enrolling in self-defense classes at her gym.

Her instructor, Ryker Campbell, is the tattooed womanizer everyone warns about. Kaiya attempts to resist Ryker's advances, but the more time they spend training together, the harder it is for Kaiya to resist him.

Ryker's view on relationships is simple: strictly sex, nothing more. Haunted by demons from his past, he never allows himself to become attached to any woman. No attachment means no weakness, no vulnerability, no pain. He doesn't realize that his whole world is about to be turned upside down when Kaiya enters his self-defense class. Determined to have her, at least for one night, Ryker sets a plan into motion that will change both of their lives forever.

Will love be able to heal their scars, or are they too deep to overcome?

Disclaimer: 18+ for explicit sexual situations and some sensitive subject matter






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Excerpt (from Mending Scars)
When I reached my apartment, I slid my key into the lock and twisted the knob. Anxiety knotted my stomach when I entered, worry for Kamden eating at me since he hadn't answered my phone call. “Kam?”
He didn't answer.
Probably passed out, wasted.
I made my way to his room, and the door was wide open. Kamden lay face down, wearing a muscle shirt and a pair of gym shorts. A half-empty bottle of Jack was tipped over on the floor beside the bed. Kamden's arm dangled over the side of the mattress next to it. “Kam?” I slowly crept toward him before sitting beside him.
No response again.
His mouth was wide open and drool dampened the pillowcase.
I gently shook him on the shoulder, but he didn't stir. I jostled him more forcefully, making his upper body shake. He grumbled obscenities and moved slightly, but didn't wake up. I continued to shake him, and he finally jerked awake, sitting up and roughly grabbing me by the forearm.
“Kam! It’s just me—it’s Kaiya!” My heart pounded as I attempted to pry my arm from his grasp, pulling at his fingers with my own. He squeezed my arm so tightly that I knew I was going to have bruises.
His glazed, bloodshot eyes darted over me before he let go. “Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. I couldn’t help but notice his stubble—it looked like he hadn't shaved in days.
I pulled my arm to my chest protectively and rubbed it with my other hand. Glancing down, I could see bruises from Kamden’s fingertips already forming.
Shit. Ryker’s going to be pissed.
When I looked back up at Kamden, he had his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in his hands. His eyes were closed, and his face was scrunched in discomfort.
“Let me get you some water,” I said as I stood. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator before returning back to Kamden, who was still in the same position.
Sitting back down next to him, I nudged his arm with the water bottle and handed it to him. He took several slow sips before laying back on the bed and groaning.
“You need to stop drinking so much, Kam. I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine,” he mumbled, draping his arm over his eyes.
I scoffed. “You are not fine. Look at you!” I gestured at him with my hands, even though he couldn't see me.
“Don’t fucking start, Ky,” he growled in a combination of anger and irritation.
We’d had this conversation before, and I usually let it go because one, I was a coward, and two, I didn't want to fight with him. He had always been there for me, and I wanted to give him his space and let him cope in his own way like he had let me. But this was getting out of hand. “Kam, please talk to me. Don’t shut me out.”
“Oh, so you can do it to me, but I can’t do it to you?” He sat up abruptly and glared at me before pointing his finger in my face. “You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Ky.”
I flinched, hating the way his words cut through me and impaled my heart. My eyes watered as I meekly replied, “Kam, I-”
He looked away from me, avoiding my gaze. “I think you should go.”
I was about to do as he said, but the stubborn side of me said fuck that. I swiped the few tears that had fallen down my cheeks and crossed my arms over my chest. “No.”
Kamden’s head snapped to me, and his nostrils flared. “Get out, Kaiya.”
He may not have been yelling, but there was no mistaking the ire in his low tone. He was pissed off—really pissed off.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, and held my ground, maintaining eye contact as I repeated, “No.”
We stared at each other for what felt like forever until he finally sighed and dropped his head, grumbling under his breath.
Uncrossing my arms, I reached one hand toward him and linked our fingers together. “I’m here for you, Kam.”
After several seconds, he finally squeezed my hand back, but remained silent, almost as if internally debating whether or not to confide in me.
“Talk to me.” My tone was pleading, practically begging him to open up.
“I’m tired of talking—that’s all the therapist wants me to do is talk, talk, talk. And for what?” He thrust our joined hands and his other arm forward as he spoke, the volume of his voice increasing with every word. “She doesn’t understand shit. She doesn’t know our family. She doesn’t know what we went through, what you went through, so what’s the fucking point?”
He was right—that’s why I never went to therapy. A psychiatrist would never understand what I had experienced. But Kam and I had endured everything together and understood what the other had gone through.
“What if I go with you? Would that help?” I spontaneously spoke, then immediately regretted it.
Shit, why did I say that?
He brought his eyes up to mine, and the hope that lay beneath the drunken haze in them tightened my chest. I knew I’d do anything to help him if that glimmer meant I was getting my brother back.
“You’d do that for me?” Even his tone was brighter, optimistic.
Yeah, I’m fucked.
I smiled softly. “Yeah, I would.” I squeezed his hand tighter.
“You hate therapists,” he remarked with a chuckle.
“I do,” I admitted with a shrug. “But I love you. And I’d do anything to help you.”
My words caused something amazing to happen—Kamden smiled. The first real one I’d seen since the shooting. Months had gone by since I’d seen his beautiful smile, the one that had gotten me through so many rough times. The one I missed seeing every day.
“I love you too, sorella.” Pulling me to him, he embraced me in a hug. I scooted closer on the bed and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelt like liquor and sweat, but I didn’t care. I was taking another step to getting my brother back.
“We’ll get through this,” I promised.
I wasn’t going to fail Kamden, just like he’d never failed me over the years.


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About the Author:
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I am 28 years old and live in the great state of Texas. When I'm not writing, I'm either playing poker or reading. I have 2 dogs, Bella and Oreo, and a cat, Cupcake, who love to cuddle with me while I'm writing.

 

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