Thursday, February 21, 2013

Cupid Rocks Blog Tour



Cupid Rocks
Francesca Hawley

ISBN: 9781419945281

Book Length: Novel

Availability: Feb 22, 2013

DESCRIPTION

When her parents’ rock band The Pack performs at Zach’s bar, Mandy discovers her True Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band’s lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her father that rock musicians aren’t all alike, and her new mate’s family that rockers aren’t all that different from classical musicians.

Joe Blackwolf is celebrating his fortieth birthday. And what he wishes for when he blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy Goldwolf. Problem is…she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves him free to explore every inch of her smokin’ hot curves, but now Joe and Mandy are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a rockin’ Valentine’s Day.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

About the Author

Hi. I’m Francesca Hawley and I’m a fat chick. A woman with dangerous curves just like my heroines.

Many people don’t like the word, “fat” but I do because it’s the truth and I’ve learned to own it.  I am a fat chick and I always will be. Even if my fairy godmother popped in right at this moment and waved her wand to make me a size 2, I know that mentally and emotionally I’d still be a fat chick. So why is this relevant? Well, my size has had a major influence on how I see the world and how I write.

I first began to read romance when I was in my teens. I loved the genre, but the heroines were all thin. Their thighs didn’t rub together…had never rubbed together…and frankly I had trouble relating to these ladies. The stories were great—full of emotion and well told, but the heroines weren’t like me and that was a major disappointment.  I kept wondering where were the fat heroines? I found some occasionally, but to have their Happily Ever After they usually had to lose weight and go from ugly duckling to swan.

Well, I wanted a fat heroine who loved herself—or at least learned to love herself—and a hot alpha hero who liked her jiggly bits just the way they were. Since I didn’t find many big girls to read about, I decided  to write about them myself. After all, I loved to write anyway and had been writing almost as long as I’d been reading, so Francesca Hawley – author of Romance with Dangerous Curves was born.

In a Francesca Hawley romance, my readers will find authentic, sensual, fat heroines who love and are loved by their intense, passionate, and seductive Alpha heroes. I hope you enjoy their dangerous curves just as much as their hunky heroes do.





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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

His Allure, Her Passion

His Allure, Her Passion by Juliana Haygert 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publication date: February 2013 by Decadent Publishing
In his father’s eyes, Dylan Deveraux is just a playboy spending the family fortune on prostitutes, alcohol, and fast cars. And it isn't even with the cars his father produces. Because of that, his father forbids his presence at the ball that will mark the launch of the US plant of his company, strategically scheduled on Valentine’s Day.

Hayley Allen is a failing model with the worse luck in the world. She always ends up in the hands of cruel designers and photographers. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Better than admit having a weak nervous system that always reacted during her gigs. Desperate, she would do anything to help her career.

Dylan shows up at her door, wasted as usual. Friends for a long time, Hayley is the only one able to put up with Dylan’s bullshit, and he appreciates that, but not the way her heart wants.

Even though he doesn't believe in Valentine's Day, Dylan has an idea for his father's ball. When he suggests a deal to Hayley, a deal that could finally put her in the spotlight of success and help him impress his father, she doesn't hesitate. Even if it means hurting her heart a little more.



AUTHOR BIO
Juliana Haygert
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.

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Excerpt

    On tiptoes, Dylan crossed the short corridor and found Hayley sleeping on the couch. She looked peaceful, but he doubted she was really comfortable there. The pillow was on the floor, the comforter pressed in between her legs and arms, as if she was hugging it, her delicate feet propped on the arm of the couch. Her long amber hair fell around her shoulders, her tank top had ridden up, showing a piece of her soft midriff skin, and her breasts barely fit inside her tight top.
Shit. He turned his back to her, ashamed at having stared at her body.
But it was such a nice body, how could he resist? He peeked at her over his shoulder. He didn’t understand how she wasn’t a famous model yet. She was so, so beautiful.
He smiled, remembering the first time he saw her. They were at a party, and he spent over six hours trying to woo her, but she didn’t fall for his bullshit. No girl had ever resisted him—except Hayley. She was the first and only. And that’s how their friendship was born. Even though his instinct was to try and kiss her and sleep with her each time he saw her, Dylan had found a true friend in her, and for that he put his physical needs aside. She was the only one who understood his problems, his dark moments, who endured him, who saw past the bullshit, and didn’t throw herself at him. More importantly, she didn’t care about his fortune.
Hayley stirred, moaned, and opened her eyes. “What are you smiling about?”
Was he smiling?  “Nothing.” He sat in an armchair beside the couch. As she sat up, she pulled the comforter up to hide herself. “Hey, hmm, sorry. I didn’t mean to take your bed.”
“I know.” She smiled and her green eyes shone.
“Was I too much of a jerk?”
“The usual.”
Their eyes locked and she lost her smile. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so much shit about his life, but he was always afraid he'd push her away if she found out every one of his little messes. Wouldn’t it be better, though? For her? To be away from him and his bad influence? But then who would give him pep talks and receive drunken him with open arms in the wee hours of the night? Who would tell him everything would be okay? Who would give him a hug when he was down because of his brother? He had driven many, many times from Princeton to New York just to have one of those hugs.
She was one of those rare jewels and he couldn’t afford to lose her.
Feeling like a coward, Dylan averted his gaze.


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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Tuesday Tidbits

Tuesday Tidbits:  
Short Stories, Short Reviews
 

Proof: A Short Tale of the UndeadProof: A Short Tale of the Undead by M.R. Graham
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved this story! I am not usually a big fan of shorts, but what a great little read! This story was so well written that my own mind filled in all the details about the multitude of characters and their stories that were barely more than mentioned. With just a hint of what happened to them, I could picture the entire scene. It was like reading a full length novel in an encapsulated form. Certainly Graham could have written all the details for us, but it was really not necessary after she painted the complete picture in broad strokes. I had no doubts as to what had happened to these people and I was surprisingly satisfied with the quick read. (I usually love to hear all about everyone in epic proportions) Don't get me wrong, This book could be expanded into a fabulous novel, but it doesn't need to be.

Can't say it enough... Loved it!

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 The Stolen: Two Short StoriesThe Stolen: Two Short Stories by Michelle Browne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Michelle Browne builds two very distinct dystopian worlds in these stories, yet somehow, I found them eerily similar in their themes of oppression and conformity.

Both stories had a definite Orwellian cast, especially The Word Thieves with a central story of extreme censorship, zealous expectations of conformity and spies who watch for individual expression and unsanctioned behavior.

Michelle's heroines are smart, sassy, free-thinker's who don't do well in these totalitarian societies and they have excellent depth of character.

Great stories! Recommended!

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Snow and the Seventh Wolf by Jessica Aspen



Snow and the Seventh Wolf
Twisted Tales: Come Into the Woods, Book Two
Jessica Aspen

Genre: Spicy Twisted Fairy Tale Romance

Publisher: Passion in Print

All Romance: PIP-1-02013-0001
ASIN: B00B36DCTQ
B&N ID: 2940016020864

Number of pages: 115
Word Count: 33,406

Book Description:

Exiled for attempting to kill his sister’s lover, the last thing Seth needs is to be saddled with a human. But Seth can’t turn his back when he discovers Snow fleeing from her avaricious step-parents murder plot. Isolated in a cabin in the woods, Snow attempts seduction and Seth discovers even werewolves are vulnerable to passion’s temptation. Seth’s angry struggles against his desire drive him away, but his over-protective alpha nature won’t let him abandon a female in distress.

With Snow in danger again, can Seth overcome his prejudices in time to save Snow from her step-parents’ evil plan?


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Little Red Riding Wolf
Twisted Tales: Come Into the Woods, Book One
Jessica Aspen

Genre: Spicy Paranormal

Publisher: Passion in Print Press
ISBN: #978-1-60820-615-5

Number of pages:111
Word Count: 34,000+

Cover Artist: Deana C. Jamroz

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Book Description:

Tired with being the runt of the litter, feisty Red jumps on the opportunity to take on the sexy new forest ranger, but when Evan uncovers evidence of wolves, things get out of control. Can Red keep her were-wolf identity secret and still save Evan from her brother’s thirst for blood?

Fraternizing with humans is taboo, but when feisty werewolf Red runs into hunky new forest ranger Evan Brewster, she jumps on the opportunity to let loose her desires. Evan is stoked when he meets the petite red haired hottie, and combined with his new discovery of wolves in Colorado, thinks his career and life are made. Then Red pushes him away, her hostile brother threatens his life, and things begin to spiral out of control. Caught between her sexy lover and her pack can Red trust Evan with her secrets, or must she sacrifice her human lover and her heart?

Little Red Riding Wolf was a finalist in the 2011 Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest


About the Author:
Jessica Aspen writes paranormal romance near the foothills of the Colorado Rockies. Her books are full of elves, were-wolves and sexy men who walk on the dark side of the knife. She loves dark chocolate, walking the dog, hiking and is obsessed with new electronic writing devices. Jessica is also obsessed with writing, and learning about writing. She is a member of RWA, CRW, FF&P and PRO. You can find Jessica most days during the week athttp://jessicaaspen.com 




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Excerpt Snow and the Seventh Wolf

Snow slipped and slid through the deepening drifts trying to catch the disappearing black wolf. For a moment he paused, a ghost wolf silhouetted on a rise. Her heart pounded. Was he waiting for her?
She forced her frozen feet to speed up, tucking her chin and racing toward the hill, but her slick soles betrayed her and she tumbled into a drift. When she looked up, he was gone.
“Wait!” she shouted. The gathering storm swallowed her words whole.
She lay on the ground while the wind drove tiny stinging flakes into her eyes and skin.
She deserved to die here in the snow. By stupidly following what she’d thought was a sign from her dead father she was lost, worse than before. At least earlier, she’d been on a trail. Now she was deep in the wilderness of the Grand Tetons, caught in a blizzard with the early night of winter on its way, her feet and hands slowly growing numb. The wolf hadn’t been her savior, sent from a dead caring father. Instead, he’d betrayed her.
Another howl carried over the rush of the blizzard.
The wolf was still out there.
She staggered to her feet, searching fruitlessly though the curtain of snow for a black shadow. Another howl had her head whipping to the side. Through the gloom of the gathering clouds and snow, instead of the wolf, she saw a light flickering in the trees.
She plowed into the underbrush, pushing through branches that seemed to claw and bite. Following the howls to the flickering light she spotted a tiny cabin, small glowing windows beckoning. She made it to the door and pounded with her last bit of strength.
No one came. Snow sagged against the hard wood. This was as far as she could go.
The door opened with sudden force, and she fell in, landing hard in a man’s open arms. Snow blinked up at the stern dark face of every LA’s director’s twenty-something dream pirate.
Golden eyes, black tousled hair and a build that every actor would kill for.
“Won’t you come in?” he asked, his voice deep and rough and surprised.
Every light in the small living room and open entryway was on, and more lights were on upstairs. She said the first words that tumbled out of her mouth, “Your lights are on, don’t you know we’re trying to save energy?”
An almost rusty sound rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating her body and surprising a smile out of her.
His teeth flashed. “I’m sorry. I’ll turn them off right away.”
He set her on her feet. “Would you like to come in and get warm?”
She took a good look at him, white button down shirt flared wide and unbuttoned showcasing a broad muscled chest.
Touchable black hair curled damply at his neck. His deep gold eyes gleamed secrets, and she suddenly realized she must have caught him naked in the shower.
Her cold cheeks burned.
He looked like a god and she became suddenly aware of her cold sodden clothes, her lank hair dripping snow onto his floor.
“I’m sorry, I’m making a mess. I must look awful.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He stared at her, his enigmatic eyes capturing hers, suspending time as he reached out a hand and stroked a clump of snow off of her hair “You’re gorgeous,” he almost whispered.
His hand trailed down her hair to flick snow on the stone pavers at her feet. Liquid heat pooled low in her pelvis.
“I…” she stuttered.
The wolf had done the same thing, stared at her with golden eyes, trapping her in its spell. She shook herself free and stepped back, unsettled and shaky with a strange desire.