Friday, July 31, 2015

The Con by Justine Release Blitz!

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Jagger had three rules for every con:
1. Don't back out
2. Don't forget the story
3. Don't fuck it up
I broke them all.
I first met Jagger when I was just nine years old. He was an older boy who gave me twenty dollars to buy a new pair of ballet shoes after I dropped mine in the mud. That's when I fell in love with him.
And love would be my downfall.
I would run into Jagger over the years and I'd watch him as he'd hustle strangers out of their money with his latest scam. He lied, he cheated, and he took advantage of anyone he could. Most importantly, he never got caught.
Well, until he needed me to help him pull off his biggest con to date.
I thought I could do it. He told me it was easy to make money through deception, and I believed him because he had a lot of it.
But I should have known that nothing is guaranteed.
My name is Ronnie and now we're on the run.
*Recommended for 17+ due to subject matter and sexual content.
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Jagger leans in close to me and I stop breathing as I focus on the way his body moves. I watch his lips as he takes in staggered breaths.
"Have you ever been kissed, twinkle toes?"
I let out a shaky breath. "No."
Jagger's palms graze my bare knees before placing his hands on each side of the bed so my thighs are trapped between them.
He leans in closer. "Do you want that to change? Do you want me to kiss you?"
I can't speak. I can barely move, as the very thing I've dreamt about these past three years is finally about to come true. Jagger is asking me if I want him to kiss me. Somehow in my state of shock, as my blood begins to boil from anticipation and his lips proximity to mine, I'm able to nod my head yes.
He hovers above me as I look up into his eyes. His lips are just inches from mine. A million thoughts are racing through my head and I can’t seem to think straight. I want to remember every second of what's about to happen, but instead, just as his lips are about to brush against mine, I whisper, "Why did Ky call you Ace?"
He grins down at me, his gaze flickering to my lips before he looks back up into my green eyes. "Because I'm good at everything."
I don't have time to process his answer. My eyes flutter closed as his lips connect with mine. I don't move and my lips stay firmly closed as he kisses me. I feel hot... everywhere. My face is flushed, my lips are tingling and I don't want this kiss to end.
Jagger pulls away slightly. One of his hands comes up to my face and he places a finger on my lower lip. "Loosen up, twinkle toes. Part your lips and just go with it. I want to see what you taste like."
His finger slides away from my mouth and then his lips meet mine again. This time we move together, our lips fitting perfectly with each other. His kiss is soft and I feel his tongue graze my bottom lip before tracing my top lip. I open my mouth allowing his tongue to tangle with mine, and it's everything I imagined it would be.
He doesn't take it any further. The only parts of our bodies that touch are our mouths and when the kiss is over I know I'll never be the same.
Jagger's sparked something inside me that can only be tamed by him.
It was the best first kiss in the history of all first kisses and I know I'm going to crave more.
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I guess this is the section where you want to know more about me. Hmmm…
I am a book lover. I love to write them and I love to read them. I began publishing my own stories several years ago under many different pen names. In the spring of 2013 I published my first story under Justine Elvira. Writing is my form of therapy. I love to take the stories in my head and write them down on paper.
I'm spontaneous and took a chance on me, leaving an incredibly secure and prosperous job to write full-time…
... and I've loved every minute of my life since.

Monday, July 27, 2015

The Truth of Tristan Lyons Release Blitz- July 27th

Title: The Truth of Tristan Lyons

Series: Legendary Rock Stars #4

Author: L.B. Dunbar

Genre: Rock Star Romance

 Release Date: July 27, 2015



  I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful.

  I need a break. I want to be alone. I'm not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I'm not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she's here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren't they?

  Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie.

  Until her.

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Truth of Tristan Lyons
excerpt © L.B. Dunbar

wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn’t care who she was. I wanted
to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes.  They knew no shame. 

I said grabbing her upper arm. “How did you get in here?”

seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest
hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.

her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I
was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.
Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and
catch her breath.

up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious
looking pink lips.

the fuck are you?” she growled.

the fuck, are you?” I returned.


know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching
for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came
from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”

began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops
across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an
angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at
me quizzically, leaning away from me.

don’t know what you are talking about?”

you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?”


I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?”

are you talking about?”

pretend you don’t know who I am?”


stopped, still holding firmly to her arm. Something in her voice sounded like
she was being serious.


blinked, confusion clearly on her face. I was thoughtful for a moment. It was
the innocence in her blue eyes, and the fact she looked like she might cry.
Something wasn’t right with this scenario.

– an,” I said slowly, as if she had some type of hearing impairment.


narrowed my eyes at her.

kind of music do you listen to?”

she answered so quickly, she didn’t even blink an eye or stop for thought. On
top of that, she said it in such a way that showed she was thoroughly confused,
and almost disgusted with me, for even asking such a ridiculous question. She wrinkled
her nose.

I know the owner, and you shouldn’t be here.”

know the owner,” I repeated, “and you shouldn’t be here.”

not leaving,” she said, pulling at her own arm again and sticking out a hand to
press against my chest as leverage. I had tugged my shirt off at some point
while I was passed out, and her warm hand felt good on my air-conditioned cool
skin. Her hand was tiny, I noticed. All of her was thin.

supposed to be here. Alone,” I emphasized again.

didn’t respond, so I added, “I think I’ll just call the owner myself, to see
where the mix up is.”

she blurted, stopping in her physical struggle against me. Her eyes opened even
wider, if that was possible, and her face was suddenly full of something I
couldn’t read. Her blue eyes brightened in a frightening sort of way. Was that
fear? Good, she should be afraid.

I swear. I’m allowed to be here. You don’t need to call Isa.” 

had me. I didn’t really know who Isa was, and the girl sounded confident enough
that I let her call my bluff.

there is a mistake, and you were scheduled to stay as well, I won’t complain.
As a matter of fact, I won’t even be in your way. You won’t even know I’m here.
I plan to keep to myself.”  Her eyes were
glassy, and again I worried she was about to cry.

released her arm and she pulled it back quickly. She fisted the hand of that
arm, holding it against her chest. She began rubbing her upper arm with the
opposite hand. I noticed again that she was thin, as were her breasts. I didn’t
care for small chested girls. I didn’t care for her.

I’m Tristan, whom you claim to not know, and you are?”




shook my head.

this is how we’re going to play it? Fine, my Irish Isle. What are you doing in
the Caymans?”

looked at me for a moment, then leaned toward me and sniffed. She held the
disgusted expression on her face and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back.

the same thing as you.”

myself into oblivion?” I laughed, crossing my arms over my bare chest

“Hiding,” she replied.

Author Bio

L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.


I’d like to say I was always a writer.  I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child.  That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing.  I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer.  But I can’t say any of those things.  I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said:  Why does it have to be great?  Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

  As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

  I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend.  Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

  So why writing now?  I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.  

  I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

L.B. Dunbar

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mariela's five Star Review~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This writer has hit another one out of the park for me. I loved staying up all night until the early hours of the next reading Tristan's story. I will admit I was so in love with the unexpectedness of this story that even when the words began to get slightly blurry which meant I was tired I couldn't put the book down. Instead I started thinking it was my glasses. Maybe I accidentally took my nieces. Lol.... But nope they where mine. The story was just that great that I found any excuse not to put it down. I enjoyed taking this journey with Tristan as he had to face his own in daemons, accept faith, and discover love. True to her style the writer didn't just have you enthralled with the main character, but their love interest as well. Ireland is perfect in her own way. You will love getting to know her as Tristan will. Follow them through self discovery and find out what will happen. As always enjoyed how the other characters from the series come into play without over dominating Tristan story. Loved it. So, if you haven't read this series yet what are you waiting for. The Nights are definitely worth fanning over. Each one of the boys is unique and will steal your heart.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

THE TWISTED TOUR by Rebecca Sherwin

Series Title: Twisted
Book Titles: Survival (#1), Revival (#2), Thrive (#3)
Author: Rebecca Sherwin
Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense

Life is unpredictable. It can throws us happiness, luck, wealth and success at any given time, without warning or premonition. But it can also send trauma, trials and surprises, both unexpected and unwelcome.
The Twisted series explores a world where happiness is chased but unreachable, life is found and stolen, and love is fought for and sacrificed.
It is not a simple story – life is not a fairytale.
Sometimes it’s a fight for Survival…

With intertwining memories and a world of deceit and betrayal yet to be exposed, Survival, book #1 in the Twisted series, is an intense, compelling page-turner, seen through the eyes of Skye 'the Skillet' Jones.
A mother. A father. Two daughters and a son. A happy suburban family of five.
An alcoholic mother. An absent father.
Abandonment. A family ripped apart.
Oliver. Beautiful Oliver. My twin brother, my protector.
Fighting. Freedom. Death.
Cut Throat Curtis. My fire and ice. My light and shade. My pleasure and pain.
He taught me to fight; to control emotional turmoil with physical distraction. He had pain of his own, secrets he would never reveal, and I should have known it would only be a matter of time until he left, becoming a ghost in a life I no longer knew.
Thomas. My magic. My fairy-tale. The man who promised the happy ever after I’d never dared to dream of. My prince. My lover. My everything and more.
But fate was waiting, as always. The merciless force of kismet watched over me, biding its time, waiting to strike; to plunge me into the depths of defeat and leave me with no choice but to succumb.
It was coming, the twist of fate that would bring me to my knees. It was up to me, Skye the Skillet, to decide whether to bow down and surrender to its will, or fight back, to fight for what I had left.
To fight for my survival…

With explosive suspense and dark sensuality, Revival, book #2 in the Twisted series, is a passionate, riveting tale of power, conflict and dangerous desire, told by Cut Throat Curtis Mason.
I was a failure. An orphan. A quitter. A heartbreaker. A screw-up. A criminal. A monster.
The life I was imprisoned in was the life I deserved.
Ollie’s death shredded my tenacity, chipped away at my confidence and stole the will to fight out from under me. When the toxic worthlessness swimming through my veins made me reject the only girl I’d ever loved, she took the rest of my life with her.
Alone, away from home and emotionally desolate, I was propelled into a life of greed, control and crime when fate played a hand and forced mine into the clutches of Charlie Alexander Tattersell. My vixen. My poison. My villainous addiction.
I fought for and against the life that held me captive, but one painful reminder returned to haunt me.
I was the only one who knew the truth.
Skye’s truth. My love. My driving force. My life’s obsession.
After enlisting the help of my protégé, Jesse ‘the Gentleman’ Kennedy, the mission began.
I had to find answers, retribution and the spark that would release me from the claws of the abyss and bring me one step closer to the Skillet.
With new secrets waiting around every corner, a vicious Charlie waiting to bury me and the haunting memories of every mistake I’d ever made hanging over me, I missed one vital clue.
The key to my revival…

With everything at stake and nothing to lose, Skye Jones and Cut Throat Curtis Mason are reunited in the fight of their lives - once and for all. It's time to face the demons of the past and the present; to reclaim the powerful, passionate connection that brought them together; and overcome the forces that would tear them apart. It's time to expose - and destroy - the web of lies, deceit and betrayal woven by those around them to hold them captive, to keep them silent, isolated and alone.
The time has come.
There is no time to fight for survival.
There is no time to beg for revival.
There is no other option. There is no choice.
What happens now?It’s time to Thrive…


The moment we have been waiting for, Skye and Curtis are reconnected. While it is a rocky road, they balance each other and THRIVE together. 

I devoured this book! At times forcing myself to slow down and really read the words and absorb the story. Two broken people who find each other and fight the darkness to allow their love to heal. This story is told in alternate POV, which I like, especially since book #1 Survival was about Skye and #2 Revival was Curtis's story. 

Throughout the series, many questions were left unanswered. With many twists and turns in the plot, our questions are answered. It isn't an easy journey, sometimes downright ugly. But is real and Rebecca Sherwin does an amazing job tying together all the pieces. 

Without giving too many spoilers, this is a must read series. Rebecca Sherwin is a brilliant writer who deserves recognition of her work. I urge all readers to try this series. 


Sometimes it was impossible to hide. Sometimes I just wanted to scream, to tell anyone who would listen what was going on. I didn't want to have to deal with this, but what choice did I have? I was there in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I'd seen it. I didn't even know what it was; I'd seen it in Dad's magazines and I'd learned about it in school, but not like that. It didn't seem scary until I saw it that night three weeks ago, and now I had to pretend I hadn't seen. No one would believe me; I knew it wasn't supposed to be scary - not like that. And if it was supposed to be that way, I didn't want to be twelve. I didn't want to be thirteen, or fourteen, or get any older at all. I didn't want to do it, too. I didn't want to do those things. I just wanted to play football and go to the park with my friends. I couldn't tell anyone what I saw. Especially Skye. She couldn't know, but she knew something was wrong. She asked me all the time, but I told her she was being stupid.
I chose our twelfth birthday party to start the mission. I'd seen it on TV and in video games, but I had to do it alone, be a one man battle group.
"Hey, Oliver?" Skye said, bouncing into my room. I didn't hear her coming. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing." I slammed my book shut and shoved it in the drawer.
"It's our birthday." She grinned and jumped on the bed. "Happy happy birthday."
I laughed and swiped her legs from under her with one of mine to knock her over.
"Ow!" she whined, and laughed.
I didn't hurt her, of course. I couldn't hurt my sister. That would make me bad, like the things I'd seen.
"I have a present for you."
Her smile got wider and she clapped her hands together. I reached back into the drawer and took out the bracelet one of the girls at school gave me. I shook it, listening to the plastic beads knock against each other.
"Cool!" Skye snatched it off me and shook it, inspecting the glittery beads. "Did you make it?"
"Of course not." I rolled my eyes. "It's a present. I don't have to make it."
"I love it. Thank you, Oliver."
"Wear it," I said, taking it back off her and fixing it to one of the new shoes Mum and Dad gave her this morning. "Wear it all the time."
"Why? I'll get in trouble if I wear it at school."
"You don't need it at school. Just wear it at home."
I shrugged. "It's a rule."
We liked rules. We always had to follow the rules. I didn't know why, we didn't ask. We just did as we were told.
She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. I shoved her off with a smile and wiped her kiss away. Skye jumped off the bed and ran out of my room and down the hallway. I could hear the beads jangling until she got to her room and closed the door.
If I was going to do this, and I was, I had to stop Skye sneaking up on me. I needed to hear her coming. Skye couldn't know. Ever.
"Oliver! Skye!" Mum shouted from downstairs. "The party is starting. Get down here."
I rolled my eyes and stood up. I banged my fist to my chest like I'd seen in a movie once.
Time to start the mission.

 Rebecca is a London born and bred mother, writer and psychology student. She is the author of summer romance, Second Chance Hero, and the psychological romantic-suspense series, Twisted. An avid reader and lover of stories that keep you guessing, Rebecca writes tales that will challenge your perceptions and toy with your emotions. Rebecca's stories invite you to open your mind and dig deeper into the meanings of the lives of each and every character you meet. She entices you into their world – to feel with them, to grow with them, to love with them. She asks you to become a part of them and allow them to become a part of you.
Rebecca would like to express her thanks to everyone who reads her stories, and would love to hear from you!

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By My Side by Theresa Troutman Sales Blitz

For the first time since it's release, By My Side by Theresa Troutman is on SALE for $0.99. The sale lasts from July 20 - July 26. Get it now!!
Title: By My Side
Author: Theresa Troutman
“Maybe it’s not what you’re running from, but what you’re running toward.”
Alicia travels to an exotic land, with hopes to reinvent herself. She moves to Auckland, New Zealand, to heal and escape her unhappy past in America.
Hunter works in a bar to distract himself from the memory of a tragic past. Playing in a local band and resorting to one night stands are his only means for an escape from his reality.
Brought together by circumstance, an unexpected romance blossoms between these two tortured souls.
Can being by each other’s side bring them the happiness they are desperate to discover? Or will being together break their fragile trust and lead to more heartache?
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Author Bio
Theresa Troutman lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their crazy dog, Niko. She loves reading, theatre and traveling. Her books include: My Secret Summer, A Special Connection, By My Side and the Love's Great Adventure Series: Life's What You Make It and Love This Life and London Loves. She is currently working on contemporary romance - book 4 in the Love's Great Adventure Series, which will be released in the Spring 2015. Theresa also writes erotica under the pen name T.S. Irons.
Feel free to contact her on her Facebook and like her page.
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