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Monday, November 7, 2016

Infallible Blog Tour

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An edgy romantic suspense novel written by award wining YA author Carlyle Labuschagne as Bailey Quinn 



                       



THE MOMENT DETECTIVE SCARLET ANNE MARTINS stepped into that prison, her resolve began to wane, a struggle she had long forgotten between heart and head. Unable to deny it any longer, the feelings she had for Alaric were strong—and her desperation to save him, would ultimately be what would killed them both.
For a super cop, her judgment in men truly failed her. But while her life, and anyone's who tried to stop her was in mortal danger, she had to forget every single detail about Special Agent Blade. Her primary focus was getting through the next twenty-four hours without killing anyone.
Thereafter, her purpose would be to find a way to put behind bars those who were framing her for murder, and the bombing in New York City. It would prove to be an almost impossible task, since she had become a fugitive in a foreign country.
This time, her drop-dead gorgeous looks and South African accent would work against her in every way—she would be recognized in a heartbeat on the streets. With nowhere to run, she made the decision to face the peril head on and ensnare the evil that was coming for her, and the only way to do that was by giving them what they wanted.






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 Bailey Quinn is the pen name for Award winning YA science fiction writer, Carlyle Labuschagne who resides in the beautiful country of South Africa. This die-hard dreamer who is fascinated by a great story is compelled to share these imaginary worlds with others. Her love for writing spills over into every aspect of her life where she has founded a library project aimed at the youth, creator of SAIR writers events, and is co-founder of a publishing company. Her other addictions include cappuccino, being outdoors with her loves ones, and avoiding dishes at all cost.
Currently working on her first crime fiction Infallible due for release May 2016, and on another SF crime thriller Tethered, set for release in 2017. Both books take place in the wonderfully exciting city of NYC where she has visited a few times and found that by writing about it - will keep the city in her heart and 

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Cover Reveal - Locked Away

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Locked Away

by

Riann C. Miller

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Blurb:
Kiran Clark has kept his love life simple: no commitments, no relationships, no attachments of any kind. Lately, his reputation has left a lot to be desired, and his guilt is more than he is willing to admit.
Moving to a new town, Kiran vows to start fresh and let go of his old ways, but life did not prepare him for Belle Paasch.
Belle lived most of her life locked away from the world, but when she collides with Kiran, she is unprepared for what he has in store. When the shadows of Belle’s past threaten the only people she has ever cared about, she is forced to sacrifice her new life for the sake of those she loves.


Exerpt #1
“You need to relax. You act like the idea of dating translates into something bigger. We’re not getting married, and while we more or less live together, it won’t be for long. So I’m asking you to relax.” His facial features soften and he steps even closer. He reaches out and runs his hand through my wet hair. Feeling bold, I reach up and run my fingers over the stubble on his chin, which causes him to smile.
“Do you really start a job tomorrow?” he asks. I square my shoulders and drop my hand, ready to fight him if he tries to talk me out of working. “Yes. It’s at a bookstore downtown.”
He nods his head and grins. “I’ll drive you to and from. Let me know your work schedule, and if I can’t be there, I’ll check with Kate.”
I tilt his chin down and look into his eyes. “I’ll be fine. I promise.” He starts to open his mouth to argue, but I place my finger over his lips. “I’ll tell you my schedule. I’ll let you know when I need a ride, I promise, but that doesn’t mean you can hover.” Our eyes lock together and the flutters I usually feel when I look at him are at an all-time high. His eyes nervously dart down to my lips. His breathing picks up as he looks back into my eyes. Kiran’s arm slowly wraps around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.
Neither of us does anything for several long moments until Kiran brings his hands up and cups my face. Our eyes remain locked as he brings his mouth down to mine. I feel an unexpected jolt pass through my body when our lips connect.
His lips feel soft and silky, a delicious contradiction to his stubble that rubs against my chin.
His mouth starts moving faster, greedier. His tongue pushes against my lips until I open up and allow him in. Kiran groans into my mouth, sending a wave of lust throughout my body. His tongue continues to move passionately with mine. Seconds later, I feel my towel drop to the floor. Kiran grips my hair in his hand and starts to dominate my mouth. His need for me overrides the self-control he showed moments ago. I whimper into his mouth, wanting to do so much more than just kiss him, but all too soon, Kiran pulls away. Both of our chests heave as we stare into each other’s eyes.
Exerpt #2
I slide out from under Isabelle and walk to the bathroom. I quietly close the door and flip on the light to look at myself in the mirror. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumble. I splash water on my face as uneasiness settles in. Somehow, I’ve allowed Isabelle to get under my skin, and I have no idea what I can do to keep her. If I even want to keep her. Shit, of course I want to keep her, that’s the problem. When it comes down to it, though, what I want doesn’t matter.
Every damn time she talks about her life in Mexico, I do my best not to act disappointed that she plans to return to her old life, but it’s getting harder every second I’m with her.
I walk back into the bedroom where Isabelle is sound asleep. Her blonde hair is spread across her pillow. Her back slowly rises and falls. My heart speeds up just from looking at her. I pull the chair up next to the bed and I continue to watch her peacefully sleep.
I’m twenty-five years old, and I’ve spent my entire adult life avoiding the exact situation I’m in: feeling vulnerable and powerless to another person. Even though she knows she means something to me, Isabelle has no idea the control she wields over me, and for my peace of mind, I hope she doesn’t discover how much she really means to me before I discover if I have what it takes to keep her.
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Hi, I'm Riann. I've been obsessed with reading romance novels for close to five years. I love getting to know new people in the book community and I've met several people along the way that I consider true friends.
I'm happily married with two children. When I'm not reading or writing, I'm usually spending time with my family, friends or watching baseball.
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Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Blog Tour - Impossible Girl (Sexy Nerd Boys Novella)

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Impossible Girl

by

K.M. Neuhold

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Blurb
The only thing more difficult than catching her, is keeping her.
Dex
I’ve spent the last four years in self-imposed celibacy. It was going fine until I met her. Remy Harris, the wild eyed vixen no man can pin down. She’s more than willing to have a good time, but I’m looking for so much more than that.
Remy
Love ‘em and leave ‘em. It’s safer that way. In my experience all men are looking for is a good time anyway. It’s better to give them what they want and walk away before they can do the same to you. When I needed a calculus tutor I never expected to find one who’s so...sexy. Since when are nerds so hot?
**While every book in this series can be read as a stand alone, you will likely get more enjoyment from Impossible Girl if you've read Worth the Wait and Naughty Angel first
**mature content
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Excerpt 1

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



Excerpt 2

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
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I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



Other Books In the Sexy Nerd Boys Series


Worth The Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys, 1)
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She's got issues, he's got rules for his one night stands. Can they break through the b.s. and find love?


Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys, 2)
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What does a tattooed lothario do with a naive virgin? Teach her everything he knows, of course.
About The Author
K.M NEUHOLD
I'm a total romance junkie whether it's reading or writing, I just can't get enough. I also have a terrible habit of falling hopelessly in love with my own male main characters.
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