Thursday, July 31, 2014

Angela Fattig's Blog Blast ~ Two New Releases

Title: Just...Breathe Book 1 The Broken Series

Genre: Erotic Romance









Blurb
The nightmares never stop. Love and happiness is just an illusion, a Fairy Tale. Men, all men, want one 
At least that’s how it is for Jaden Smith. She lost her father at the age of 9, the only man who truly loved 

her. Her mother used and manipulated her while teaching her younger sister how to trap a man.

At the age of 20, she finally escaped. She started to believe in love and happiness again. Until her 

mother and sister took it all away, again. Jaden now believes she is broken and beyond repair. Yet, she 

thing, sex and then they leave. 

prays that maybe, just maybe, one day... Just Breathe

Nightmares for Chase Daniels occurred during the day. Money hungry woman coming at him, all day 

Samantha broke him. She crushed his heart and world. He swore that he would never let any woman 

close enough to hurt him again. Yet, he prays that maybe, just maybe, one day... Just Breathe

every day. Love and happiness is just an illusion, a Fairy Tale. 











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Her Hidden Desire (The Incubi Series) Book 2


Their Love Was Forbidden…
Their Desire Was Hot…










Blurb
Lindsey Kane is a Succubus. She was banished to Earth more than three centuries ago after an Incubus, Nate Sanders, was accused of being the start of the rebellion.
She has hidden a part of herself that is forbidden in her old world, she is in love with a Human.
Banished Incubi are not allowed to live a true life on Earth. The Elders will put the loved one to death if any dare. 

Nate has fallen in love and declared that this is the beginning of the rebellion, there will be a war. 

Lindsey finally has the courage to go after the one she needs…

Steven Douglas has had it with hiding how he feels for Lindsey. He is in love with her.
Seeing her every day at work is murder. He can see she is troubled and he vows to find out why, even if it kills him.

Steven finally has the courage to go after the one he wants…


He may just get more than he bargained for…











About the Author

Angela Fattig spent most of her childhood reading any book she could find. That's when her 

passion of writing was born. When she was 10, she started writing short stories and poems and 

In 1998, she met Paul and they have shared a life together for 15 years. In 1999, she introduced 

the world to her first born, Brandi, and again in 2000, Sarah.

Today, when she is not doing what she loves, writing, she spends time with her beautiful family 

and the addition of two dogs named Izzy and Herly.

Angela's inspirations have always been Stephen King, E L James, and Poe.



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Felicia Lynn Take Over Tour

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Mending Heartstrings

Just when life seems to be manageable, you’re thrown radically off course by “the one”. “The one” you weren’t expecting. “The one” who single handedly holds the key to the tattered and rusted lock to the walls surrounding your heart. Letting her into your protected sanctuary will only serve one purpose, intentional infliction of pain and heartache.

Jon is a man on a mission with only one agenda, to survive…to survive his past, and avoid letting his future be consumed by his history. It’s all really simple, until she walks into his world and turns it, on its axis. She makes him yearn for things he never wanted, or at least didn’t realize he ever would. Now his dreams and writings are consumed with the fantasy that this girl could change everything. But deep down he knows she deserves better. Better than him. Better than anyone he’s ever met. He’s the lead guitarist for Garrett McKenna’s band. His life consists of touring, studio time, and writing music. That’s it. Staying healthy means keeping his routine, which has been easy enough until this little effervescent beauty rocks his world. Now he’s left questioning everything and doing some soul searching to decide if he’s equipped to give what he knows she needs and deserves.

Whitney avoids love at all costs. She’s not scared of it. She’s too strong to be that weak. She refuseo give what he knows she needs and deserves.

Whitney avoids love at all costs. She’s not scared of it. She’s too strong to be that weak. She refusto allow herself to lose her mind over another person, when there’s a high probability of getting her heart broken. She’s witnessed it more times than she can count, and she’s less than interested in taking the gamble.

Her strong will has served her well in life. Very few people know her secrets. She prefers to keep it that way. Her friends and family own her heart and deep devotion. She could easily do without the rest of the population but plays nice so she doesn’t appear to be the major bitch she knows she is on the inside.

Everything in her life makes sense. Her life is filled with more love and laughter than most will ever see, and it feels complete to her. She’s simply satisfied…until him. He complicates things. His life isn’t something she understands or is willing to try to figure out. But she can’t keep her mind from wandering to the scruff faced, gorgeous guitarist, no matter how hard she tries.

He’s everything she’s never wanted, yet her heart is telling her differently. She fears she’s diving headfirst off the cliff of heartache. She’ll never recover from her brief no-strings weekend with this man. If she opens her heart it will be “the end”… no matter what. The question is what kind of ending will it be? Not all fairy tales have the happily ever after.

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Felicia Lynn is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA with her husband, daughter, dog and cat. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with a cup of tea and her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends! She loves reading, taking long walks, chatting with her Facebook family, and listening to music, especially live music. A self-declared lover of all things baseball, she is obsessed with every aspect of the game!!!

Felicia writes contemporary romance, because love stories make people happy. Even in the midst of anguish and turmoil, true love can turn life around, and the process is beautiful. Most of Felicia's stories are based on real life experiences, which she embellishes to tell a story. She is currently working on her second novel, titled Love’s Learning Curve.

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Cover Reveal ~ After the Rain by Renee Carlino


AFTER THE RAIN
by
RENEE CARLINO





About AFTER THE RAIN:
From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a deeply emotional contemporary romance about the second chances waiting beyond the shattered dreams of youth.

Under the bright arena lights of a rodeo show, young Avelina Belo falls for a handsome cowboy with a larger-than-life personality. After a whirlwind courtship, she happily moves away from her family in northern California and settles into married life with her cowboy on a seven-thousand-acre cattle ranch in Montana. One freak accident later, Avelina’s hopes for the future come to an end.

Nate Myers graduated from UCLA medical school at the top of his class, ready to follow in the footsteps of his father, a superstar cardiothoracic surgeon. Six years later, Nate’s career is being ruined by a malpractice suit. Questioning himself for the first time, he retreats to a Montana cattle ranch to visit his uncle and gain perspective. There, he meets a beautiful young woman named Avelina who teaches him more than he ever knew about matters of the heart.



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About the author:
Renée Carlino lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog, June. When she's not at the beach with her boys or working on her next book, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. To learn more, visit ReneeCarlino.com.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Surrender by Jennifer Burrows





Surrender 
By Jennifer Burrows




Synopsis 
Katherine Anderson was living a dream life. She came from an influential family, had a successful career as a food critic, and was about to marry the man of her dreams. Her life suddenly takes a change for the worse when she finds her fiancé in the arms of another woman. Her dream wedding now cancelled, she tries to find herself in Italy, on a trip she was supposed to be taking as the just married Mrs. Michael Gibbons.

Massimo "Tony" Bertalucci has had his life destroyed by a cartel known to be trafficking black market olive oil out of Italy and around the world. While the cartel thought the entire Bertalucci family was dead and buried, Tony remains very much alive and determined to find a way to get his life back.

When Tony and Katherine’s worlds collide, she is Tony’s only hope of escaping Italy alive. What Katherine doesn’t realize is that this charming, unassuming Italian man is using her to save his own life. Will she be able to get back to the states safely, or will she be subjected to the same fate as Tony's family? Will Tony find a way to stop running? Or will he have to surrender his life to the cartel?




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Jennifer Burrows's bio 
I was am a retired Registered Nurse. I am the author of A shot in the Dark and the Sequel Into the Light. I worked in the emergency department and critical care for over 15 years which provided me the experiences to write my books.

I am an avid reader and love to talk about the latest story I've read. I hope you will enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them.



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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

ROGUE BY KATY EVANS












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My Life in 8 Words: “Hectic, wonderful, complete; everything I ever wanted.”
Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…





ROGUE – snippet

“Bastard,” I mumble. “You ruined my whole week, you fucking bastard. I bet you’re

fucking some triple-D blonde right now and her triplets all at the same time, aren’t you? You’re

not even a two-timer, you’re like a three-timer, liar, feeding me an I’ll-take-you-to-the-movies

fucking line. I swear I was fine until you came back like you “got” me, like you “got” me even if

I looked like a hungover mess. God, I can’t believe myself!”

I kick the tub as if it’s the tub’s fault, then yell, “OUCH!”

Scowling, I walk into the bedroom, grab my sleep clothes, pad outside to my living room/

kitchen combo to grab some ice cream, slide on my Princess Bride DVD and turn on the TV.

A couple of pounds of fat, here we go. I plop down and a vibration buzzes across the couch. I

scowl and feel around for my phone. I find it way in between the two couch cushions, pull it out,

and set it aside for a scoop of ice cream. I almost choke on it when I see a text I hadn’t noticed

Be home tonight.

What? My stomach vaults. I read who the text is from and suddenly I want to throw my

phone into a WALL. Greyson. I scowl at it and throw it down to the couch and start pacing. I’m

not going to answer him. Why would I? He seemed in no hurry to talk to me before, and now he

orders me? Like an all mighty king? No thanks. I’ll pass on our second date, thank you.

But I check and notice the text was sent hours ago. I tell myself I am not going to

respond, I will wait a gazillion days like he did. I set the phone aside and put a big spoonful of

ice cream in my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue, but my stomach is squirming and now I

can’t watch the TV, I can only stare at my phone and suck on the spoon. Then I bury the spoon

in the tub and grab my phone, squeeze my eyes shut and type.

I’m home but that doesn’t mean I’m staying home. Just depends . . .

On? comes the reply, and quickly.

Whoa, was he waiting, with phone in hand, to answer? It seems like he was.

I wait one full minute. Trembling. Type: On who’s visiting

I don’t mean that as an invite. I mean it as in: I’d hightail it out of here if he set foot in

my building. But his answer is lightning fast and my heart starts pounding as it keeps staring

back at me.

Me.

Crap! I have to leave. I have to leave; I can’t see him! I can’t be this easy! A line must

be drawn. He’s already shown what our night together meant to him, and I won’t let myself be

devalued by him or any other moron again.

I should leave before he arrives, or when he does, yell through the door, without opening

it even an inch, and tell him that I’m NOT INTERESTED! You stood me up, you didn’t get in

touch soon enough, I am not your booty call, have a good life!

Yeah. That sounds right.

Determined, I head over to close the living room blinds. When I glance out the window

and reach for the string I see a dark sports car pull over and a man in black step out of the

driver’s seat. He looks up toward my window and all my systems stop when our eyes lock, hold,

recognize. My insides go into chaos mode. A strange excitement makes my knees knock.

Fuck me, it’s really him.

What is he doing here? What does he want?

He heads into the building and I turn to face my closed door, panicking because I haven’t

changed, I didn’t change. I’m in my pj’s, if hardly that.

Noticing the pint of ice cream still grasped in my hand, I run to shove it back into the

freezer, spoon and all. I start pacing around in circles, trying to come up with a new plan, but

unable to think for shit. I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the

ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he

brought me home last week.

Deciding not to delay the inevitable, I swing the door open as he steps out of the elevator.

He looks straight at me and his gaze drills into me, making a hole straight in my thoughts. One of

my neighbors and her husband pass along the hall toward their door.

“Well, hello there, Melanie. A little chilly out.” She gestures to the white silk shorts and

near-transparent camisole I’m wearing in complete disapproval and continues on.

Greyson follows behind her and fills up the space one foot away from my threshold with

muscle and beauty and testosterone and, I swear, god, I swear, he’s as lethal as a nuclear bomb.

My knees, oh, my knees. My heart. My eyes. My body feels both light as a feather and heavy

as a tank. How can this be? He’s so stunning I can’t even move. Or blink, or hardly stand; I’m

leaning on the door frame.

I’m fully sober. Something I might regret. He’s no longer blurred by the rain, by vodka,

or by my stupid illusions of prince charming.

The man standing at my door is very real, very big, very tan, and his smile is very, very

charming. There is no word for the way he stands there, his eyes dark and glimmering, his

cheekbones hard and his jaw smoothly shaven, his mouth so beautiful, tipped up mischievously

at the corners. His suit is perfect, playboy perfect, and his tousled hair run with wayward streaks

of copper that makes me want to rake my fingers straight through. And he’s here, looking at me

as if waiting for me to let him in. A memory of the morning he brought me home flashes through

me. Where I felt sore because of the way he’d loved me all night. The little mark behind my ear

that I found the next morning.

Hanging on to my every instinct of self-preservation, I hold the door only halfway open

when he catches it in one big powerful hand.

“Invite me in,” he says softly, holding the door in his firm grip.

“My car doesn’t need a tune-up, it’s fine, but thanks for checking in on it,” I say, pushing

it closed with more effort.

He shoves the door open and strides inside, and I’m frustrated over my inability to keep

him out. Now he’s inside and he shuts the door like he owns my place, then he studies it with a

sweep of narrowed eyes. “This building has a laundry chute?”

“That’s your line?”

He crosses the room and pulls the rest of the blinds shut, then he performs an insanely

quick check of my place with a sweep of his gaze that makes my insides turn over.

It’s almost like he’s making sure there is no other man here.

He can’t possibly be jealous, can he?

And now . . . now that he seems assured no one is here but me, he starts walking over to

me and looking at my mouth, and I’m walking away because every instinct of self-preservation

in me tells me to walk away.

“You’re here. Why are you here all of a sudden? Some other date canceled on you last

minute?” I demand.

“I have a date I’d like to schedule with you.” His eyebrows pull low over those brilliant

hawklike eyes. “You’re not nearly as excited to see me as I’d hoped.”

“Maybe I thought you were a drunken hallucination. Maybe I hoped you were.”

I hit the back of my kitchen island and he locks me in with his arms, his eyes almost

desperate and hungry. Then he cups my face and sets his mouth to mine, like he thinks—

mistakenly—I belong to him.

“I’m not,” he says, softly, then he kisses me again, so deeply I lose my train of thought

until he speaks against my mouth again. “A hallucination. And if you need me to, I’ll spend all

night reminding you of what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried deep in you and

how much you liked it.”

He leans over as if to kiss me again. My voice trembles as I turn my head. “Don’t,

Greyson.”

“I don’t like that word, ‘don’t,’” he rasps against my cheek. “But I do like you saying

Greyson.”

He tips my head around with the tip of one finger and stares at me like he loves the look

of me. I lift one of his arms and he lets me, and I start easing away again, free of him, but not

free of his stare. The first night he just kept staring at my eyes like he couldn’t tear his gaze

free, but now, now he’s seeing all of me. I’m wearing shorts and a camisole yet my body starts

heating as his eyes rake me up and down.

“I gave you a chance and you blew it,” I breathe.

“I want another one.”