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Book Spotlight: Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 17 May 2016 18:31:00 +0000

Wow! It's been so long since I last posted! Because my classes have taken up all my time and focus, blogging has definitely been put on the back burner. But the spring semester is coming to a close this week so I figured I'd spotlight one of the books I read for my English class that I surprisingly enjoyed quite a bit.

If not for this class, I really wouldn't have picked it up or even given it a second look but I'm glad that it was a required text because I discovered a new author and book that was out of the norm for me . . . and it's always good to mix up the genres every now and then!

For today's spotlight, I'll be sharing a few of my favorite quotes from Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel.

About the book:

Title: Station Eleven
Author: Emily St. John Mandel
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday/Vintage Books
Release date: September 9, 2014
Age group: Adult
Genre: Science Fiction/Dystopia

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Kirsten Raymonde will never forget the night Arthur Leander, the famous Hollywood actor, had a heart attack on stage during a production of King Lear. That was the night when a devastating flu pandemic arrived in the city, and within weeks, civilization as we know it came to an end.

Twenty years later, Kirsten moves between the settlements of the altered world with a small troupe of actors and musicians. They call themselves The Traveling Symphony, and they have dedicated themselves to keeping the remnants of art and humanity alive. But when they arrive in St. Deborah by the Water, they encounter a violent prophet who will threaten the tiny band’s existence. And as the story takes off, moving back and forth in time, and vividly depicting life before and after the pandemic, the strange twist of fate that connects them all will be revealed.

Top five favorite quotes:

"She had never entirely let go of the notion that if she reached far enough with her thoughts she might find someone waiting, that if two people were to cast their thoughts outward at the same moment they might somehow meet in the middle."—page 121

"The forest had crept up to the edges of the school parking lot and sent an advance party out toward the building, small trees growing through cracks in the pavement."—page 128

"The first few trees visible before her, monochrome contrasts of black shadow and white moonlight, and beyond that an entire continent, wilderness uninterrupted from ocean to ocean with so few people left between the shores."—page 136

"A fragment for my friend—
If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you
Silent, my starship suspended in night"—page 141

"The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? Perhaps soon humanity would simply flicker out, but Kirsten found this thought more peaceful than sad. So many species had appeared and later vanished from this earth; what was one more? How many people were even left now?"—page 148

About the author:

Author photo by Dese'Rae L. Stage

Emily St. John Mandel was born in British Columbia, Canada. Her most recent novel, Station Eleven, was a finalist for a 2014 National Book Award and a New York Times bestseller. Her previous novels were Last Night in Montreal, The Singer’s Gun, and The Lola Quartet. She is a staff writer for The Millions, and her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including The Best American Mystery Stories 2013 and Venice Noir. She lives in New York City with her husband.

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Cover Reveal: The Score (Off-Campus, #3) by Elle Kennedy

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Wed, 11 Nov 2015 13:01:00 +0000

Title: The Score (Off-Campus, #3)
Author: Elle Kennedy
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: January 11, 2016
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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He knows how to score, on and off the ice.

Allie Hayes is in crisis mode. With graduation looming, she still doesn’t have the first clue about what she's going to do after college. To make matters worse, she’s nursing a broken heart thanks to the end of her longtime relationship. Wild rebound sex is definitely not the solution to her problems, but gorgeous hockey star Dean Di-Laurentis is impossible to resist. Just once, though, because even if her future is uncertain, it sure as heck won’t include the king of one-night stands.

It’ll take more than flashy moves to win her over.

Dean always gets what he wants. Girls, grades, girls, recognition, girls . . . he’s a ladies man, all right, and he’s yet to meet a woman who’s immune to his charms. Until Allie. For one night, the feisty blonde rocked his entire world—and now she wants to be friends? Nope. It’s not over until he says it’s over. Dean is in full-on pursuit, but when life-rocking changes strike, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to stop focusing on scoring . . . and shoot for love.

The Off-Campus series:

About the author:

A New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.

Elle writes romantic suspense and erotic contemporary romance for various publishers. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!

Connect with Elle Kennedy: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Cover Reveal + Giveaway: The Game Plan (Game On, #3) by Kristen Callihan

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 23 Oct 2015 12:01:00 +0000

Books Over Boys has been pretty silent for the past few months—heck, for half the year—but I couldn't not be a part of today's reveal because oh my sweet baby J! I am so stupidly in love with this series that it's insane! I've got it so immensely bad for Kristen Callihan right now, you don't even know. She's my current fan girl obsession!

Yesterday evening, when I first saw the cover I was shocked! It's definitely different from The Hook Up and The Friend Zone but it's a good different and it has Dex written all over it!

Check it out below, read the awesome excerpt, let me know what you think of it all, and don't forget to enter the giveaway!

Title: The Game Plan (Game On, #3)
Author: Kristen Callihan
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: November 1, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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A beard-related dare and one hot-as-hell kiss changes everything.

NFL center Ethan Dexter’s focus has always been on playing football and little else. Except when it comes to one particular woman. The lovely Fiona Mackenzie might not care about his fame, but she’s also never looked at him as anything more than one of her brother-in-law’s best friend. That ends now.

Fi doesn’t know what to make of Dex. The bearded, tattooed, mountain of man-muscle looks more like a biker than a football player. Rumor has it he’s a virgin, but she finds that hard to believe. Because from the moment he decides to turn his quiet intensity on her she’s left weak at the knees and aching to see his famous control fully unleashed.

Dex is looking for a forever girl, but they live vastly different lives in separate cities. Fi ought to guard her heart and walk away. But Dex has upped his game and is using all his considerable charm to convince Fi he's her forever man.

Game on.

Excerpt from The Game Plan:

I grin up at him. “You know, before this, I’d have taken you for a hard rock, or maybe even a bluegrass fan.”

“It’s the beard, isn’t it,” he asks.

“And the man-bun.”

He laughs, a short rumble of sound. “Want me to let it down?”

Yes. Maybe.

“Not necessary. Man-buns are hot. I blame Jason Momoa. There was only so much watching him bang Khaleesi the female population could take before they wanted their own Khal Drogo.”

Shit. I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Because it sounds a lot like flirting to me. Instinct tells me flirting with Ethan Dexter isn’t something to do lightly. And there’s the fact that I don’t go for athletes. At all. I don’t care how fit they are. Or how confident. I don’t like sports. Football bores me. Oh, I know tons about the sport—kind of impossible not to in my family—but I don’t want to pretend that I care when I’d rather talk about other things.

Dex’s eyes crinkle again, and he turns toward me, leaning an elbow on the table. “Doesn’t Momoa have a beard?”

I wave my hand. “Who has time to look at his beard when his muscles are on display?”

I most certainly do not look at Dex’s phenomenal arms.

“So your stance on beards is?” His gaze so strong I feel it in my toes.

My breathing picks up. “Don’t particularly like them.”

It’s the truth. And yet I can’t help but look at his. It’s dark, framing his mouth, which should be a turnoff for me. Only it draws all my attention there. To the shape of his mouth—the upper lip a gentle curve, the lower lip fuller, almost a pout. There’s something slightly illicit about the whole effect.

I clear my throat, glance up, and find him watching me through lowered lids. He doesn’t seem particularly put out by my frankness.

“What don’t you like about them?”

Is he serious?

He stares at me.

I guess he is.

Taking a quick sip of my drink, I search for an answer. “They’re just so . . . fuzzy. Prickly.”

He moves in, not crowding me, but putting himself at arms’ reach. He smells faintly of cloves and oranges. It must be his aftershave or cologne, but it works for me.

I’m distracted by it and almost jump when he speaks again. “Do you know this based on experience, or are you making an assumption?”

My gaze narrows. “Aren’t you the philosopher.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Fine. Assumption.”

His lips quirk. “You should find out if your assumption is true before you condemn the beard.”

“Is this some sort of creepy way to get me to touch your beard?”

A challenge flashes in his eyes. “There are a few guys at the bar sporting beards. You could go ask them. But I figure since we know each other . . .”

“Not that well.”

“You’d rather ask a stranger?”

“You’re assuming I care enough to ask, Slick.”

His teeth shine white in the shadows of the club. “I know you’re curious. You’re fairly twitching with wanting to know.”

I flatten my hands against the table and glare. Is it just me, or is he closer? Close enough that I can see his eyes are hazel, lighter around his cornea with a starburst pattern. I wish I could see the colors, but he’s painted in shades of blue and gray right now.

And he’s watching me. Patient. Calculating. Tempting.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” I mutter before taking a breath. “Okay, I’ll pet your fuzzy face.”

“Hold up.” Without hesitation, he reaches for my drink and takes a sip. “Liquid courage.”

A strangled laugh leaves me. “Because I’m sooo scary.”

“You have no idea, Cherry.”

I think I growl at him. I definitely want to give his precious beard a good, hard tug. But he simply lifts his brows at me. “Get on with it, then.”

This cheeky bastard is totally playing me. And here I am falling into his trap. Because I cannot look away from his beard now. More specifically, his lips, which are parted just slightly. An invitation. A dare.

Shit. I’ve never been very good at ignoring a dare.

I hate that my hand trembles as I reach up to touch him. He stays perfectly still, his arm casually slung on the edge of the booth behind me, his body turned toward mine. But I don’t miss the way his breathing has kicked up just slightly.

I hesitate, shy almost. Hells bells, I’m only going to touch a bit of facial hair. Why does it feel like we’re two kids tucked in a dark corner, playing a game of “I’ll show you mine”?

Annoyed with myself, I close the distance between us.

The Game On series:

About the author:

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she'd rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewers' Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book, Firelight, received RT Book Reviews' Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher's Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

Connect with Kristen Callihan: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Giveaway details:

One entry per household.
There will be one (1) winner.
You must be 18 years or older.
Giveaway is open internationally.
Giveaway ends on Sunday, October 25, 2015.
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Chapter Reveal + Giveaway: Fervent (Condemned, #3) by Gemma James

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Wed, 22 Apr 2015 07:01:00 +0000

Title: Fervent (Condemned, #3)
Author: Gemma James
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: April 30, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary/Erotic Romance

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I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.

Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.

What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.

He’ll even die for me.

NOTE TO READERS: Fervent is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the Condemned series. This is not a stand-alone read! There will be four parts to this series.

1. Perilous
ALEX
I was swaying. Or maybe I was flying. I couldn’t be certain, but the quiet thrum of an engine hinted at some sort of motion. That annoying rumble pricked at the edge of consciousness, threatening to take me somewhere I didn’t want to go.

Zach.

His name stormed through my blood, turning it to ice. I was trapped. He’d trapped me, locked me away from the world and from myself, reducing me to something unimportant. Meaningless.

A voice tunneled through my ears and landed somewhere in the muck of my mind. I clung to the blackness, every part of me revolting at the thought of forcing my eyes open. I was safe in this place, in this nothingness where I could just be.

But the voice was persistent. Someone curled their fingers around my bicep and shook me. Slowly, I came back to a reality I didn’t want to face, to an existence that was unavoidable, inevitable even. Cloth stuffed the cavity of my mouth, and I choked on a muffled cry. The gentle sway of movement reminded me of a trunk, bringing about panic. Swift and debilitating—it held me in its unmerciful grasp.

That voice washed over me again as cold fingers pulled the gag from my dry lips. I let out a scream that was little more than a hoarse plea for survival.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” he said, slapping a palm over my mouth until the scream died in my throat. His voice resonated in the deepest part of my soul, even at the level of a breathy whisper, and my heart tripped over in its haste to beat.

“Rafe?” I blinked against the pitch-black, eyes burning with the threat of relieved tears. In that foggy state of here and there, I’d feared I was back in Zach’s trunk, alone with the weight of Rafe’s death pressing on me. I squirmed, trying to maneuver so I could turn over and face him, inhale his scent, hold on and never let go . . . except I couldn’t move my hands.

As if he knew what I needed, he tugged at the bindings with deft fingers. I scooted forward and bit my lip, impatient to be in his arms.

“Hold on, baby.” His tone was rife with the same impatience. Several long seconds passed in each thud of my heartbeat, and the rope loosened in tiny degrees before dropping free. “C’mere.”

I wiggled to my back and bumped into his warm, naked chest.

“Just a little more,” he said, inching back to give me more room. I flopped over, and he crushed me in his embrace.

“What happened?” I asked, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder. But it was a stupid question. This wasn’t my first ride in the back of a trunk—as the dread in my belly and the fear souring my taste buds reminded me.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” Though his words came out calm, his pulse, sprinting to the fervent pace of mine, gave him away. We were far from okay. His nose nudged my temple, and I lifted my face in the darkness, shivering under the warm press of his lips on my skin. He brushed a kiss over each eyelid then dipped to my mouth, barely touching, and leaned his forehead against mine.

For a few moments, we just breathed.

No words.

No talk of what was coming next.

Nothing but comfort traded on the breath of our lips.

It didn’t last. The moment was too perilous, and falling into its trap would only foster a false sense of calm.

“How did we get here?” I searched my memory for a clue but couldn’t find one.

“They took us. Four or five of them, maybe more.”

“Oh my God.” A throb began at my temples and spread to the rest of my skull. With a groan, I tucked my head under his chin, unable to think beyond the pain.

“Are you hurt?”

“My head’s pounding.”

“Probably from the drugs,” he said. “Do you remember anything?”

“No.” My breath shuddered against his neck, and a niggle of a memory flourished in my mind; the hint of soft footsteps, a drift of air as the sheet lifted, the hope that rose in me when the mattress dipped at the edge. “Wait . . . someone got in bed with me. I thought it was you. Next thing I know, I’m waking up here.”

“They drugged me too.”

Whoever had taken us, and for whatever reasons, I was glad we’d landed in this trunk together. At least we were still together.

“Do you think Zach had something to do with it?” I asked, though the number of men involved in taking us implied otherwise. My brother had always been a loner.

“I don’t know.” He fell quiet, and the length of that pause carried special weight, an air of significance. “They set the island on fire.”

“They what?” Of course, Zach was my first suspect, but something seemed off, especially since Rafe was still alive, trapped in the trunk with me this time, and I couldn’t think of a single reason why my brother would take the time to burn the island. “Who else could’ve done this?”

“Your father, maybe? And I’m not ruling out Zach.”

“But you said there were four or five of them?”

“Yeah.” He tried to hide a groan, and I imagined him biting his lip to silence the sound.

“What is it?” I asked, wishing I could see his face.

“The drugs are still in my fucking system. I’m useless, Alex. They broke in, and I didn’t even realize it. I shouldn’t have let this happen.” He grabbed the base of my neck and tilted my head upwards, and his worried sigh breezed across my lips. “If they hurt you . . .”

I couldn’t dwell on what they wanted, on how they outnumbered us. I clutched his hair and held him to me, finding sanctuary in his presence even if we were trapped in a trunk together, half dressed, drugged, and possibly facing death.

“At least I’m here with you.”

“I don’t want you here with me. I want you somewhere safe.” He abruptly let go and rolled to his back. “If I can find an escape latch, or maybe break a taillight . . .” He kicked several times, each thwack of his foot escalating in effort. “Fuck!”

I pushed up on my elbows. “Something’s glowing over there. See it? By your feet,” I said, realizing he couldn’t see where I was pointing in the blackness.

“Yeah. Looks like the escape latch.” A loud thunk sounded, as if he’d bumped his head. “Damn it! I can’t reach it.”

“I might be able to.” I leaned over him and inched my way down his stomach and thighs. Stretching for all I was worth, I curled my fingers around the glowing handle and yanked, but nothing happened. “It’s not working!”

“Shit. They probably fucked with it.” He shifted underneath me, and I planted a palm on the fabric lining of the trunk to steady myself. I gripped his leg with my other hand.

“Check down there for anything we can use as a weapon.” He scooted again, causing me to plop between his legs, and we became a tangle of twisted limbs as we maneuvered.

I reached out but only found empty space. “There’s nothing here, Rafe.”

“There’s gotta be a spare tire under here. Maybe I can find a lug wrench. Hold on.” He rolled, taking me with him, and my backside pressed against the back of the trunk as he lifted the flimsy floor beneath us. “I feel the tire.”

“Is there a wrench?”

A few seconds of unbearable silence passed before he answered. “No. Can’t find shit. Can’t see shit either.” We rolled again, and his fingers clamped around my bare thigh. “Give me your hand.”

I complied, and he yanked me up his body and back into his arms. “Alex . . . we don’t know what’s coming. When I tell you to run, promise you’ll do it and never look back. Promise me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

He grabbed my chin, as if to force my gaze even though we couldn’t see each other. “When we get out of here, you’re gonna run for your life. Do you understand me?”

I tried shaking my head, but he wouldn’t allow it. “I mean it, Alex.”

“They could kill you.”

“I can’t defend us both against a gang of men. You running gives me my best chance.”

He was feeding me a line of bullshit.

“Don’t choose now to be stubborn,” he said, as if he’d heard my internal protest. “Just do as I say.”

The next few moments held me in a death grip, and a shiver went through me. This could be it. “Kiss me,” I choked out.

“Alex . . .” he said, a touch of warning in his tone.

I angled my face, sensing the heat of his mouth. “Kiss me.” The demand whispered from my lips, and I cursed the fear and grief stinging my eyes. He wanted me to fight, to believe we’d survive, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me. Too much had happened and I didn’t have any fight left.

But I needed his kiss. No matter what came next, I wanted the taste of him with me, on my tongue, branded in my memory. Maybe I could survive if I had that to hold on to.

He expelled a breath an instant before he pressed his mouth to mine. Parting my lips, he thrust his tongue inside and dueled me into surrender. One hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back, allowing him a deeper possession of my mouth. We both moaned, a sorrowful sound of desperation laced with need, maybe even hope.

Except hope was a sword that would slice us into pieces if we let it.

The frantic slide of his tongue speared through me with a delirious ache, and I whimpered. Everything fell away; the scars on my body, the coffin-like space that held us prisoner, the loss of his memory—it all vanished in the fray of our need for each other. Eventually, we severed the connection but hovered inches apart, our choppy breaths blending with the sound of the road beneath us.

Then the car slowed and the brake lights cast his face in eerie red. My pulse, already galloping from his kiss, took off in a sprint. “I love you, Rafe.”

“Don’t you dare say goodbye to me yet.” His brows furrowed, and I couldn’t resist running my thumb over one.

The car turned and we swayed with the motion. I held my breath, only letting it out after the vehicle regained speed. We clutched each other, awaiting the inevitable confrontation that would come when the tires stopped spinning. Time was lost to the lull of the road, distorted in every brake and turn. The wheels slowed to a crawl on rough ground, bouncing over potholes and ridges.

We lurched, hitting a particularly bad spot, and I cried out his name then pressed my lips to his again, wishing I could freeze this moment. I could live my life in this trunk with him, our bodies entwined, mouths fused, and find peace.

But that was impossible. We rolled to a stop and the rumble of the engine fell silent. Blackness and fear coiled around us as our fate hung on a thread. Heavy steps rounded the side of the car, and someone jingled a set of keys.

“I want you to run, Alex. When I tell you to go, don’t even hesitate.”

With a nod, I swallowed and managed to squeak my agreement, but deep down, I knew.

I’d die before leaving him to face this alone.

© 2015 Gemma James

Don't forget that the first book in the series, Torrent, is currently free across all platforms! If you haven't started this series, I can't stress enough how much I really think you should! It's amazing and it's such an incredible mind-bender! Deliciously dark and entirely all-consuming! Check it out and 1-click it asap before you lose the chance!

I've got two giveaways for you today! One runs until May 1, 2015 and the other ends in 48 hours! Read the details below very closely as to how to enter each or both!

Giveaway details:

The only requirement for this first giveaway is for you to change your Facebook and/or Twitter profile picture to the cover of Fervent by Gemma James and you must keep it up until May 1st!

One entry per household.
There will be one (1) winner.
You must be 18 years or older.
Giveaway is open INTERNATIONALLY.
Giveaway ends on Friday, May 1, 2015.
Winner will be chosen by Random.org through Rafflecopter.
Winner will have 48 hours after notification to respond.

Good luck!

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One entry per household.
There will be one (1) winner.
You must be 18 years or older.
Giveaway is open INTERNATIONALLY.
Giveaway ends on Friday, April 24, 2015.
Winner will be chosen by Random.org through Rafflecopter.
Winner will have 48 hours after notification to respond.

Good luck!

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About the author:

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

Connect with Gemma James: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Giveaway: Fervent (Condemned, #3) by Gemma James

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Sat, 18 Apr 2015 01:56:00 +0000

I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.

Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.

What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.

He’ll even die for me.

NOTE TO READERS: Fervent is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the Condemned series. This is not a stand-alone read! There will be four parts to this series.

About the author:

Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

Connect with Gemma James: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Giveaway details:

The only requirement for this giveaway is for you to change your Facebook and/or Twitter profile picture to the cover of Fervent by Gemma James and you must keep it up until May 1st!

One entry per household.
There will be one (1) winner.
You must be 18 years or older.
Giveaway is open INTERNATIONALLY.
Giveaway ends on Friday, May 1, 2015.
Winner will be chosen by Random.org through Rafflecopter.
Winner will have 48 hours after notification to respond.

Good luck!

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Cover Reveal: Vagrant (Condemned, #4) by Gemma James

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 17 Apr 2015 07:27:00 +0000

I am so very excited to share today's cover reveal with you because I am mad about this series! The third book in the series, Fervent, is just about to release (on the 30th) and man oh man, I can't wait for everyone to devour it because I sure as heck did.

Vagrant is the last book in the Condemned series and it will conclude Rafe and Alex's story. Those last five words bum me out so bad because I've been adamantly following this series like nobody's business and to see it all come to an end . . . I can't even explain the sense of loss I feel. But on the upside, I'm so ready for Rafe and Alex's relationship to finally smooth and even out. I'm stoked and I can't wait!

Check out the cover and let me know what you think! Don't forget to add the book to your Goodreads "want to read" shelf! And if you haven't started this series yet, I've got excellent news for you! The first book in the series, Torrent, is free on all retailer sites! If you're thinking about this series, if you're intrigued, definitely 1-click Torrent today and burrow into the series this weekend! And without further ado . . .

Title: Vagrant (Condemned, #4)
Author: Gemma James
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: August 13, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Cover designer: Gemma James

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I’ve finally got what I want.

Rafe Mason loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Survived for me.
Killed for me.

But is it enough?

His darkness owns me.
Consumes me.
Bends me.
Heals me.

Loving him shouldn’t be this hard.

NOTE TO READERS: Vagrant is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part four of the Condemned series. This book concludes Rafe and Alex’s story.

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Release Day Blitz: Dark Instincts (The Phoenix Pack, #4) by Suzanne Wright

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 07 Apr 2015 15:23:00 +0000

Happy release day to Dark Instincts and enormous congrats to Suzanne Wright! I absolutely love this series so hardcore! It's one of my most favorite paranormal shifter series. Thinking back, I can't really remember how I came across it. I think I was just browsing and I stumbled upon book one, back in its indie stage, with the old cover and instantly fell in love.

I can't wait to dive into Roni and Marcus's story! Check out the awesome excerpt I've got for you below so you'll know what I'm talking about. (Crazy amazing!) But first . . .

About the book:

Title: Dark Instincts (The Phoenix Pack, #4)
Author: Suzanne Wright
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Release date: April 7, 2015
Age group: Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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It happens whenever wolf shifter Roni Axton is near Marcus Fuller: a crackle of sexual awareness that’s intoxicating . . . and deeply annoying. Marcus is a pack enforcer who oozes power, but Roni is lethal in her own right—nothing like the flirty females who flock around him. Even still, his possessive gaze makes one thing clear. Marcus has singled her out for seduction, and he wants to make her sit up and beg.

No matter how aloof and unfazed Roni acts, Marcus can tell she wants him. When a brutal attack by a jackal pack forces them to work together, it’s the perfect opportunity for Marcus to chip away at her defenses—until he falls into his own trap, completely unprepared for the intensity of their connection. Roni is the only one who’s ever seen past his shifter charm and discovered the man hiding beneath it. And for Marcus, claiming Roni once will mean needing her forever.

Excerpt from Dark Instincts:

Chapter One
Opening your eyes to find that you’re upside down can’t be good, can it?

Through the cobwebs clouding her mind, Roni Axton realized that it wasn’t just she who was upside down. The car had toppled over.

Well that sucked. Clearly the fuck-up fairy had made an appearance.

Strangely, Roni felt no rush of panic, no fear. And despite that she was pretty sure her head was bleeding, there was no pain. There was only a feeling of weightlessness. Even the fact that her wolf was frantic didn’t disturb Roni in this dreamlike moment.

Her brain distantly registered that the car kept leaning sideways, as if something was repeatedly pulling at it. But it was the various sounds that penetrated her mental fog: low moans, a phone ringing, a child crying, and strange voices arguing.

Sensing that the ringtone and the moans were coming from her left, Roni turned her head to find a male wolf shifter in the driver’s seat, eyes closed. Tao. Huh. Odd that the Phoenix Pack’s Head Enforcer was with her. She rarely hung out with anyone outside her pack. In truth, Roni counted very few people as friends.

Sadly, she was very like her brother, Alpha of their recently formed Mercury Pack, in that she found social situations uncomfortable. In Nick’s case, it was because he didn’t like most people. In Roni’s case, it was because most people didn’t like her. Even when she was a kid, she’d found making friends difficult, especially at school. It was kind of hard to fit in when you were a tomboy with a higher IQ than that of your teachers.

It probably made things worse that she didn’t “get” her own gender. But she just didn’t see the appeal behind constantly gossiping, shopping endlessly, asking deep personal questions, or having different lotions for different body parts.

Roni was more comfortable around guys, particularly her two brothers and her Beta male, Derren. Men didn’t care that she wasn’t a people pleaser, or that she didn’t know how to satisfy social niceties, or that she preferred chocolate to living beings of any species. The only female she thought of as a friend was her Alpha female, Shaya, who—

A succession of memories suddenly hit Roni hard: Shaya singing to a toddler in the backseat, Tao playfully grumbling about the noise, the sound of tires screeching, an unexpected impact to the side of the vehicle, a blow to her head that made everything go black.

Grasping onto those threads of memory, Roni remembered how she had escorted Shaya—who was two months pregnant—on a daytrip to the zoo with Shaya’s godson, Kye, and his bodyguard, Tao. The Alpha female had wanted a break from Nick and his extreme overprotectiveness. It was during the drive back to Phoenix Pack territory when a car had slammed into theirs.

And then she’d gone and passed out like a girl. How embarrassing.

Blinking rapidly, she swiveled her head as much as she could. She might have winced at the sharp pain that lanced through her neck if she hadn’t been distracted by the fact that Shaya wasn’t in the backseat beside a still crying Kye. That was when Roni noticed the female body sprawled like a ragdoll on the grass a few feet away from the vehicle. Fuck.

The dreamy quality of the moment disappeared as reality crashed into Roni, and her wolf howled in fear and rage. One word dominated Roni’s thoughts: Out. She had to get out.

Forcing a reassuring smile for Kye, who was squirming in his safety seat and reaching for her, she crooned, “It’s okay, little man. Give me a second and I’ll—”

The car wobbled sideways again. “This crowbar is a piece of shit!” griped an unfamiliar voice.

“Hurry up!” ordered an equally unfamiliar voice. “We don’t have much time before someone shows up. Coleman and Axton will sense through their pack links that something’s wrong with their wolves.”

The stranger was right about that: she could sense Nick’s rage and anxiety. She could also sense Shaya through the pack link; she was alive, but unconscious.

“I can’t open the door, it’s jammed.”

A growl. “Move. I’ll do it.” The car swayed again. That was when Roni understood what was happening. Someone was yanking at one of the rear door handles, trying desperately to get inside . . . trying to get to . . . Kye. Oh the fuck no.

Roni awkwardly fought to unclip her seatbelt. It eventually snapped open, and she cried out at the sensation of falling onto a bed of glass. She shelved the pain as she righted herself and began to slide toward the backseat on her stomach. “Tao, wake up! Get to Shaya!” All she received was another moan.

“Shit! One of them is awake!” Rather than flee, the strangers redoubled their efforts to open the door.

Their efforts paid off.

Just as the top half of Roni’s body wriggled through the gap between the seats, the door was yanked open, and a tanned arm reached for Kye.

Roni unsheathed her claws and sliced at the limb, causing it to flinch away. Her wolf growled her approval. “I swear to God, if any part of your body tries to touch him again, you won’t get it back intact!”

“You bitch!” Two arms reached inside this time, both sporting claws of their own. One set of claws acted as a barricade between her and Kye while the other set cut through the belt that secured Kye’s safety seat to the car. In a lightning fast motion, the arms caught him before he and his seat could crash to the floor.

Roni stabbed her claws through one long, muscled arm, past bone, and all the way into the rear seat, pinning the arm in place. He howled in pain, hurling obscenities at her. Well, she had warned him; he’d chosen to ignore her, so there was really no need for that kind of language.

With her free hand, Roni worked Kye’s belt open. His little body toppled out of the safety seat and onto her outstretched arm. If her wolf could have sighed in relief, she would have. Curling her arm around him, Roni pulled him tight against her body. Only then did she release the would-be-kidnapper from the grip of her claws.

She was feeling a hint of victory when someone grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind. Turning her head as much as the strong grip would allow, she realized that the second male had come at her from the other side of the car. He held her in place by her hair while the other shifter frantically struggled to drag Kye from her grasp. The toddler was wailing and clinging tightly to her, absolutely terrified. When two large hands got a firm grip on his little waist, panic bit into her. No, no, she wouldn’t let—

Her hair was suddenly released, and a scream mingled with a familiar animal growl that meant Shaya had shifted into her wolf form. While Roni was relieved that she was conscious again, Roni did not want the pregnant female, ruthless or not, fighting a male shifter.

“Don’t shift!” the other male yelled. “A car’s coming!”

Footsteps thudded along the ground as the two males disappeared from view. Seconds later, there was the sound of a car speeding away, and a heavy sense of relief surged through Roni.

Hearing Shaya’s wolf pawing at the vehicle, whining, Roni assured her, “We’re fine.” But, really, Roni wasn’t fine. Her head was now throbbing, her body ached in several places, and her vision was starting to blur and darken. If she passed out again, she would be seriously unhappy. Dominant females did not pass out, dammit.

“Roni, how badly are you guys hurt?” Shaya asked, back in her human form.

Roni wanted to answer her Alpha female; wanted to ask Shaya how injured she was and reassure her that everything would be fine. But Roni’s mouth suddenly felt stuffed with cotton, her chest felt tight, and black spots were dancing before her eyes. Worse, there was a horrible ringing sound that made her head pound even more.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her wolf began to panic once more as the ringing became deafening and a dark veil fell over Roni’s vision.

Then there was only blackness.

© Suzanne Wright

About the author:

I don't remember a time when I wasn't writing something, whether it was stories, poems, or even songs—though I can't carry a tune. I only have one rule when I'm writing a book which is that it has to have a happy ending. Other than that, pretty much anything goes. I write stories that I would enjoy reading and then I just hope that others will enjoy them too.

I was born and raised in England where I live with my husband (a person who doesn't judge me for hearing voices in my head—how often do you come across people like that?), and my two demanding children.

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Cover Reveal: Days Like This by Danielle Ellison

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 07 Apr 2015 05:02:00 +0000

Title: Days Like This
Author: Danielle Ellison
Publisher: Bookish Group Press
Expected publication: June 2, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Sometimes the only thing standing between fear and hope is you.

Almost a year ago, nineteen-year-old Cassie Harlen had a lot to deal with. A stack of college acceptance letters waiting for answers, a proposal from the boy next door, and a mother whose most recent bipolar episode left Cassie hurt and confused. Tired of cleaning up the messes caused by her mother's disorder, of resenting her mother for not being there, and scared of being trapped by an inevitable future—which included marrying Graham Tucker—Cassie did the only thing she could think of to keep from ending up like her mother: she left.

Graham never knew why Cassie walked away. He woke up one morning and she was gone—along with the life that he’d created around her. After eleven months, Graham has a new plan for his future. One that doesn't involve Cassie Harlen.

When Cassie's mom nearly burns down her house, Cassie’s forced to return home. Back to a mother she’s tried to ignore and the guy she’s been unable to forget. Graham doesn't know how he's going to spend the whole summer living next door to the person who broke his heart without letting those old feelings push through to the surface.

Neither does Cassie.

About the author:

Danielle Ellison spent most of her childhood reading instead of learning math. It’s probably the reason she can’t divide without a calculator and has spent her life seeking the next adventure. It’s also probably the reason she’s had so many different zip codes and jobs.

When she’s not writing, Danielle is probably eating cookies, fighting her nomadic urges, watching too much TV, or dreaming of the day when she can be British. She has settled in Northern Virginia, for now, but you can always find her on twitter @DanielleEWrites or online at DanielleEllison.com.

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Turtle Bay Blog Tour: Author Interview

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Thu, 26 Mar 2015 06:07:00 +0000

Welcome to my stop on the Turtle Bay blog tour. For today's stop, I've got an awesome interview with Tiffany King that I can't wait to share with all of you so stick around and don't miss a second of it!

Title: Turtle Bay
Author: Tiffany King
Publisher: Self
Release date: March 17, 2015
Age group: Young Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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If you're a teenager in a small, rural area, how do you exist when your eccentric, free-spirited parents are the town freaks everyone laughs at?

For sixteen-year-old Rainbow Honeywell—or Rain, as she insists on being called—the answer was to become the queen of all pranks. She never wanted to be a troublemaker, but the label quickly stuck when everyone in Huntsville, Kansas, became a target. All she wanted was to deflect the negative attention off her parents, but Rain's plan backfired to the max, landing her in a heap of trouble with the local authorities and expelled from high school.

An unexpected inheritance offers Rain an opportunity for a new beginning when she and her family move across the country to the quaint beach community of Turtle Bay, Florida.

Determined to make the best of her second chance, Rain vows to walk the straight and narrow, hoping her parents will fly under the radar while she soaks up some fun in the sun, sandy beaches, and hot, tanned guys. Unfortunately, she picks the wrong new friends, and a late night party lands her back in the kind of trouble she had been hoping to avoid. As the newbie in town with a record, Rain takes the brunt of the punishment when an unforgiving judge chooses to make an example out of her and slaps her with enough community service hours to keep her busy until she is old and gray.

Facing the harsh reality of paying for the actions of others while atoning for her own past sins, Rain is paired up with Josh Shaw, a judgmental local lifeguard whose love for the beach and the environment is eclipsed only by his distaste for those who trash it. As far as Josh is concerned, Rain is guilty and got what she deserved, regardless of her side of the story. To make matters worse, a tropical storm sits in the Atlantic, threatening to wreak havoc on the small beach community.

Things slowly change as Rain begins to appreciate her surroundings through Josh's eyes, proving she is not the person he thinks she is. Their feelings for one another blossom as the tropical storm grows into a hurricane and bears down on Turtle Bay. With impending danger looming, the small beach community must come together in order to ride out the storm.

Welcome back to Books Over Boys, Tiffany! I’m so excited to have you here today to talk about your current release, Turtle Bay. You’ve mentioned before that Turtle Bay is your return to Young Adult. What captivates you the most about the Young Adult age group?

A funny thing happens when you get a group of adults together to talk about their teenage years. Almost unanimously, we all agree that we would not choose to relive that time in our lives because we like the freedom that being an adult provides. That being said, most adults speak of their teenage years with heartwarming fondness. Being a teenager is about working to figure out who you are. It's awkward, frustrating, and filled with drama, but think about how slow time moved back then. Sure, the school year dragged by, but summers lasted forever too. Our teen years make for a special time in a person's life to chronicle. That is why I enjoy reading and writing Young Adult.

Q. Your heroine in Turtle Bay is the Queen of Pranks. What’s the worst prank you’ve ever pulled or that was pulled on you?

I love having fun and joking around, but I'm the worst at pulling pranks. My facial expressions give me away every time. It wasn't really a prank, but one time my husband took advantage of my natural curiosity. He calls it being nosey, but whatever. Anyway, before our wedding anniversary one time, I knew he had bought me a gift, so I went hunting around the house, but couldn't find anything. (Don't judge me. We've all been there) When I snuck a peek inside his wallet for a receipt, I found a note from my husband saying something like "did you really think I would be stupid enough to leave evidence around for you to find?" It was like a kid being caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Q. What can you tell us about your couple, Rain and Josh, that we won’t find in the book?

I guess Rain still hasn't gotten the pranking bug out of her system because one evening she talked Josh into skinny dipping in the ocean. When he walked into the water in front of her, she took his shorts and ran back to the truck. Don't judge her too harshly though. She let the poor guy off the hook before things could get truly embarrassing.

Q. Josh Shaw is a lifesaver. If he had a “theme song” that played whenever he walked into a room full of people, what would it be?

"My Hero" by Foo Fighters. A great song by a great band.

Q. Lastly, who would you bet on in a fight between Khal Drogo and The Mountain?

I've never read any of the Game of Thrones books, so my knowledge comes only from the TV show. From that perspective, it has always bothered me that a warrior as great as Khal Drogo died in such an unspectacular fashion. He deserved better than that. Of course I'm picking him over The Mountain. Besides, Oberyn Martell had The Mountain defeated before he let his emotions get the best of him. If he can do it, Drogo could for sure. And he's seriously hot!

Thanks so much for being here today, Tiffany, and congrats on the release of Turtle Bay!

About the author:

USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iphone and ipad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.

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Getting Dirty (Jail Bait, #1) Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 20 Mar 2015 04:01:00 +0000

Welcome to my stop on the Getting Dirty Blog Tour hosted by InkSlinger PR. For today's stop, I've got a wicked excerpt to share with all of you, so don't miss out because exciting stuff is gonna go down!

About the book:

Title: Getting Dirty (Jail Bait, #1)
Author: Mia Storm
Publisher: Self
Release date: March 19, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Dirty
A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

Excerpt from Getting Dirty:

Without realizing I’m doing it, I find I’m leaning toward her. I catch myself and stop. But before I can pull back, she closes the rest of the distance and presses her lips hard against mine.

Any thought that I shouldn’t be doing this evaporates like fog in a stiff breeze at the taste of her mouth, moving hungrily on mine. She’s scotch and fire on my tongue as she devours me. Right or wrong, I’m powerless to stop her.

Her fingers run down my face to my chest as she opens her mouth wider, inviting me deeper inside. I take the invitation, tasting as much of her as she’ll give me. Her hands tug at the hem of my shirt and my breath catches when cold fingers meet my warm abs.

I press harder against her, drawing her closer, and fire rips through my veins as our tongues and hands explore the new landscapes of each other’s mouths and bodies.

But a shard of coherent thought finally manages to pierce the bubble I’ve constructed to justify what I’m doing. “You’re a student,” I say against her mouth.

Her lips skim to my ear. “I like you, Caiden,” she whispers, and her saying my name with that hot breath, that wet mouth, is nearly enough to break my resolve. “I like you a lot.”

I take her by the shoulders and gently peel her away, my heart hammering out African drumbeats against my ribcage. “You’re so damn incredible, but I can’t do this. It’s totally against university rules. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not my professor,” she says, her expression wounded. “If we like each other, I don’t see why it should matter.”

“I’m Dr. Duncan’s graduate assistant. My boss is your professor. It’s a conflict of interest, since I do most of his grading.”

“So you are conflicted.” It’s clear from the predatory shift her expression takes that she hears that I’m trying to convince myself as much as her.

I drop my head against the headrest. “I am.”

She leans closer again, her breast pressing against my arm through the thin cotton of her top. “I’ll never say anything. No one needs to know,” she whispers, her breath feathering over my neck.

About the author:

Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite.

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Series Cover Reveal + Excerpt: The Rules by Monica Murphy

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Wed, 18 Mar 2015 04:01:00 +0000

I am so excited to be one of the blogs helping out in today's cover reveal for Monica Murphy's upcoming New Adult series, The Rules. I am a huge fan girl of Monica Murphy so . . . to say I'm thrilled as heck for this new series would be an understatement. I cannot wait! Check out the covers, add them to your "want-to-read" piles on Goodreads, and join me in the wait!

Oh! I've also got a super smokin' excerpt to share with you from book one in the series, Fair Game! Check that out as well and don't forget to let me know what you think . . . about the covers, the excerpt, etcetera, etcetera!

Title: Fair Game (The Rules, #1)
Author: Monica Murphy
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: May 12, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover designer: Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations

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Bad enough Jade Frost’s boyfriend drags her to a boring poker game. Even worse that he actually threw her into the betting pot during an intense round . . . and lost. Talk about the perfect excuse for Jade to make him her ex-boyfriend.

Now she supposedly belongs to the ultra rich, extremely gorgeous Shep Prescott. He could have anything he wants yet he seems to be in hot pursuit of her. No matter how rude, how snarky, how impossible she acts, it doesn’t stop him. More like her horrible behavior seems to make him want her more.

When she finds herself starting to fall for him, Jade’s confused. There’s more to Shep than the carefree rich charmer he portrays. He has secrets. And she wants to discover them, no matter how ugly they might be . . .

Excerpt from Fair Game (unedited):

“What are you doing?” she asks, sounding the tiniest bit breathless.

“Making sure you’re not injured,” I answer, proud of how under control I sound. Inside, I’m chaos. My heart is thumping hard against my chest and my breathing’s accelerated. I grip her knee, and realize my hand is fucking shaking.

“I think you’re trying to get your hand up my skirt.” Leave it to Bitch Face to call me out. I can’t help but find her straightforwardness attractive. No girl is ever straightforward with me. They’re always coy. Playing games and flirting and never asking for what they really want. They always defer to me.

After awhile, that gets pretty damn boring.

“Maybe I am,” I say, moving my hand to rest on top of her knee.

Her lips curve into the smallest smile and seeing it feels like a victory. As if I’ve just won an extra difficult battle and that tiny curve of her lush lips is my prize. “You’re pretty determined, aren’t you?”

She’s not pushing me away. I need to take this moment. Seize this fucking moment and make it mine. Make her mine. At least for tonight. Her scent is making my head spin and just touching her knee has got me sporting wood. “I'm always determined.”

“Determined to piss me off?”

I chuckle and her smile grows. “Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re an expert at making me mad.”

“I think we’re having a moment,” I tell her. “A bonding moment.”

She looks the slightest bit horrified. “No. Way. That is the last thing I want to do.”

I raise my eyebrows, let my hand slide up a bare inch more. Then another. I’m so close to getting under that skirt, it’s not even funny. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“You don’t like me either. You call me Bitch Face.”

“You introduced yourself to me as Bitch Face.”

She tilts her head, all that wavy red hair tumbling over her shoulder. My fingers itch to touch it. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. I thought it was an unusual name . . .” I let my voice drift and she smiles once more.

“Says the man with an unusual name.”

“I told you it’s an old family name.”

“As a last name, not as a first.” She makes a little face. “It’s not very sexy.”

“You don’t think?” Interesting.

“I can’t imagine shouting out your name in the throes of passion.” Her cheeks go the faintest pink. That she’s even thinking like this gives me a secret thrill.

Forbidden. Unknown. This is the last girl I should consider getting naked with.

“Throes of passion?” I ask. “Someone’s been reading too many romance novels.”

“You know what I mean.” She waves a hand, dismissing her words.

“I don’t.” I pull the innocent act, which she isn’t falling for but it’s still fun. “What are you talking about exactly?”

“You’re not going to make me explain, are you?”

“I would love for you to explain. Or maybe I should help you.” I crawl my fingers up her thigh, playing with the frayed hem of her denim skirt. “Are you talking about . . . having sex?”

She nods, her cheeks blazing up. Hmm, she’s extra pretty when she blushes.

“And that moment . . . when we’re fucking . . . and you’re so damn close.” I lean in and inhale deep, my eyes almost falling shut as I absorb her scent, her warmth and that flush in her cheeks, the way her breathing quickens. “So fucking close as I push deep inside you. You don’t think it would be sexy to yell out my name just as I make you come?”

“N-no.” She shakes her head, that single word coming out as a squeak.

“Really.” I give in and settle my cheek next to hers, nuzzle her ear with my nose before I whisper, “Because by the time I have you coming, I’m fairly certain you’ll be crying out my name and begging me please.”

“You’re a real arrogant prick, aren’t you?”

I pull back from her the slightest bit, a little shocked. The girl doesn’t mince words. “Merely confident in my abilities.” I cup the back of her head, thread my fingers in the silky soft waves of her hair. I’d love to wrap her hair around my fist and tug her head back right before I kiss her . . .

“Proud of your manwhore status?”

“I can’t help it if the ladies flock to me.”

She rests her hand on my chest and gives me a gentle shove. “I’m not flocking to you.”

“Even after all that talk about coming and with my hand up your skirt?”

Jade looks down with a sharp gasp, dropping her hand to mine and shoving it out from beneath her skirt. “What are you doing?”

“I thought it was obvious.” When she says nothing, only glares at me, I continue. “I was going to kiss you and hopefully get you off with my fingers.”

Her mouth drops open. Instead of looking aroused, she looks . . . pissed. Vaguely horrified. “You’re disgusting.”

I lean back. Move way, way back though I’m not getting off the bed. Not yet. I still have a chance.

Or then again, maybe I don’t.

Title: In the Dark (The Rules, #2)
Author: Monica Murphy
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: August 25, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover designer: Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations

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Stuck spending the summer with his screwed up family, Gabriel Walker is bored out of his mind and looking for an adventure. And he seems to find it with the hot girl who lives next door. The attraction between them is instant. Electric. Soon they’re spending every stolen minute together. Talk about the perfect summer fling . . .

Lucy isn’t what she seems. She doesn’t live next door—she’s the maid who’s been hired to house sit for the summer while the family goes on a worldwide vacation. If Gabe wants to believe she’s a spoiled rich girl looking for some fun, she can go along with that. After the summer, she’ll never see him again.

They don’t count on running into each other at college. Now Lucy must keep up the pretense of being a rich girl—and it’s exhausting. She knows she’s falling in love with Gabe and she’s scared he feels the same. Will he still care about her when he discovers the truth?

Title: Slow Play (The Rules, #3)
Author: Monica Murphy
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: November 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover designer: Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations

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Newly broke girl Alexandria Asher just wants to live a normal life. After her parents are sent to prison on embezzlement charges, she enrolls in college under her mother’s maiden name and tries her best to pretend she’s someone else.

Tristan Chadwick is everything Alex is trying to avoid. A seemingly egotistical, lazy, rich jerk, she dumps her beer on his head when he comes on to her one night at a party. This only spurs Tristan into action. He loves nothing more than a challenge. And the beautiful Alex is exactly the type of challenge that intrigues him.

Despite her reluctance, Alex finds herself quickly involved with Tristan. Underneath that playboy exterior is a good guy, a sweet and sexy guy who she is undoubtedly falling for. What they both don’t realize is the actions of Alex’s parents are the reason for so much tragedy in Tristan’s family. And when Tristan discovers who Alex and her family really is, can he forgive and forget?

About the author:

New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children. She's a workaholic who loves her job. When she's not busy writing, she also loves to read and travel with her family. She writes new adult and contemporary romance and is published with Bantam and Avon. She also writes romance as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.

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Cover Reveal + Author Interview: Grey (The Romany Outcasts Series, #1) by Christi J. Whitney

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 17:52:00 +0000

Title: Grey (The Romany Outcasts Series, #1)
Author: Christi J. Whitney
Publisher: Harper Voyager UK
Expected publication: April 30, 2015
Age group: Young Adult
Genre: Urban Fantasy

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Sebastian Grey always thought he was a fairly normal teenager – good friends, decent grades, and a pretty sweet job in his foster brother’s tattoo shop.

But when strangers arrive in town, Sebastian soon realizes that his world is nothing at all what it seemed. Secretive gypsies surround him, shadowy figures stalk him, and the girl he’s been dreaming about turns up at school.

Now Sebastian must protect this girl at all costs, even if it means he will never be normal again.

Welcome to Books Over Boys, Christi! I’m thrilled to have you here today to talk about your upcoming debut, Grey. In the likes of Twitter, how would you describe your debut in 140 characters or less?

Thanks so much for having me! I’m delighted to be here. Okay, so my short description of Grey would be this: A secretive clan of Outcast Gypsies pull 18-year-old Sebastian into a world of secrets, tales of gargoyles, and a destiny he cannot escape.

Q. What can you tell us about your couple, Sebastian and Josephine, that we won’t find in the book?

Oh, that’s a tough one! Sebastian and Josephine are two very different people, thrown into contact under some unusual circumstances. Even though they find out some extremely interesting things about the other, both are characters of hidden depths. But let’s go for something a bit more surface level here. Josephine once walked a tightrope without a net as part of a dare. Sebastian is secretly freaked out by needles. And bats. You’ll have to ask him why.

Q. What kind of writer are you? Do you plot and outline? Do you write as you go? Or are you a little bit of both?

As much as I would love to say I plot all my books out in a strategic fashion, my personality doesn’t always like that much structure. I really do a bit of both. For Grey, it began with a set of images and scenes in my head which I began writing out, and it grew from there.

Q. If you had a “theme song” that played whenever you walked into a room full of people, what would it be?

Though I’m nowhere as cool as a time-traveling alien with an amazing blue box, if it were possible to stake claim to it, my song would be the theme from Doctor Who. It just makes you want to take off on an adventure.

Q. Lastly, before you go, can you share a snippet from Grey with us?

It would be my pleasure! Sebastian works in his brother’s tattoo shop, doing menial jobs. Lately, his brother has become pretty secretive, and Sebastian begins to suspect his ordinary world might not be what it seems. In this short scene, Sebastian is taking out the trash when he encounters something that confirms his suspicions—and what’s worse: it involves him.

Then I heard it—a shuffling sound from the other end of the alley. It wasn’t unusual for someone to be behind the building, dumping trash or breaking down boxes. But it wasn’t the sound that bothered me. My skin began to crawl, and the base of my skull throbbed to the rhythm of my steadily quickening pulse. The atmosphere around me felt suddenly dark.

Very, very dark.

I pressed my back against the cold metal and peered around the dumpster. The building was black and ominous. Under the feeble light, the rows of doors gaped at me like hollow, fathomless eyes. The alley was deserted.

“Hello?” I called out into the darkness.

The only reply was the creaking of an old pine tree as a breeze chilled the October air.

I could see my breath spewing in white puffs as I breathed. I set my jaw to stop my chattering teeth and pushed myself away from the trash bin, eyeing the back door of the shop.

A shadow passed across the alley. No, it was more than a shadow. It was like smoke, blackened and thickly curled. It crept along the ground, clinging to the gravel and trash, enveloping the road. It could’ve been fog, but it moved too quickly. Like it had some kind of purpose.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. The line from Macbeth ran through my head as I watched the mist slither closer, leaving a translucent trail. Hover through the fog and filthy air.

The air seemed to whisper jumbled sounds, like many voices speaking to me at once—none distinguishable or pleasant. My blood dropped to subzero levels. I could feel my heart crashing against my ribcage. I remained perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. The mist continued to roll towards me, gaining in breadth until it stretched the width of the alley.

The door to the shop seemed a hundred miles away.

The smoke rose and hovered above me like a storm cloud. I could feel energy swirling inside it—a presence, alive and vibrant, propelling it downward. It drifted against my skin, cold and warm. I crouched, digging my shoes into the mucky ground, ready to make a run for the door. Then a strange, female voice whispered in my ear.

We’ve found you . . .

Thanks so much for being here today, Christi! I can’t wait for the release of Grey!

About the author:

Christi J. Whitney is a former high school theatre director with a love for the dramatic. She lives just outside of Atlanta with her husband and two sons.

When not spending time with them or taking a ridiculous number of trips to Disney World, Christi can be found directing plays, making costumes for sci-fi/fantasy conventions, watching a lot of British television and superhero movies . . . and basically just being a geek.

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Author Interview + Giveaway: Katy Evans

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Mon, 16 Mar 2015 07:28:00 +0000

Title: Manwhore (Manwhore, #1)
Author: Katy Evans
Publisher: Gallery Books
Expected publication: March 24, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him . . . or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint makes you want to sin?

Welcome, welcome, Katy! I am so excited to have you here today to talk about your upcoming release, Manwhore. Let’s start off with the title. When I heard that you had a new series coming soon, to be honest, the title shocked me a bit, although it is definitely an eye-catcher! What’s the significance behind it? Can you explain a little of the reasoning/inspiration for it?

Hey Momo! Thanks so much for having me over! Manwhore is a very upfront title and one which has frequently popped up among groupies and followers when referring to Chicago's billionaire bachelor, Malcolm Saint. Saint is a player, true, but he's so much more than that. So the title MANWHORE represents the man the world sees, his exterior appearance, but the actual story inside is about the man Saint lets very few people see.

Q. New series, new characters, obviously. What can you tell us about your couple, Rachel and Malcolm, that we won’t find in the book?

Rachel's mother loves to paint and although Rachel hasn't had time to put brush to easel lately, she used to enjoy painting with her mother on the weekends. They have a very close and friendly relationship.

Malcolm is an extremely restless man. Though he's always in control, he's very driven to attain more and more and more. He knows what he wants and is never afraid to go after it. To unwind for a full weekend, he's got several penthouses and properties across the world where he invites a couple of friends over and together they hit the slopes, or the skies, or the oceans—anything that will give him an adrenaline high.

And lastly,

Q. I know you love your book playlists just as much as I do. What is one song on your Manwhore playlist? Why is it on there? What’s the significance, if there is one?

"Peace" by O.A.R. It's one of my favorite songs in the playlist and it speaks about wanting peace—complete peace. Both in the relationship and outside of it . . . in the world. Rachel, my heroine, has a very huge longing for safety in her life, and this song really gives voice to that longing as well as to Saint's pleasure in making her laugh. It's the perfect song for this book.

Thanks so much for stopping by Books Over Boys, Katy! It’s always a blast! Congrats on the release of Manwhore!

Thanks so much for having me over, Momo. It's absolutely my pleasure. I appreciate the support. XOX

About the author:

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 . . .

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Cover Reveal: Apodyopsis (Savage at Heart, #1) by Lexi Cubbins

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 13 Mar 2015 18:07:00 +0000

Title: Apodyopsis (Savage at Heart, #1)
Author: Lexi Cubbins
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: Summer 2015
Age group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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apodyopsis \ap-O-dI-‘op-sis\ (n.) the act of mentally undressing someone.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Neither do I.

It takes zero point two seconds for your brain to identify love versus lust, it's a scientific fact. Your brain knows it. Your body knows it. What about your heart?

Undeniable chemistry can't be ignored. Temptation can be irresistible. You know you are inevitably going to get burned, but the carnal desperation you feel can't be easily brushed off.

The risk of being vulnerable and getting hurt is overcome by the possibility that fairytales may exist in the real world. They are just a little dirtier, messier and definitely less innocent.

Where does it lead?
Crushing hard. Falling even harder. Emotions run high, because how can they not?

Falling in love is easy. But love isn't only blind, but deaf, handicap and degenerate. An all-consuming love can take you down. You may never get up.

We instinctively tend to run away from things that could possibly hurt us. However, an intense relationship is at least real, not dull, predictable and boring. Even if it's raw and painful.

When you find someone who brings out the best and worst in you, you don't focus on the bad, but simply feel alive.

The moment your eyes meet is the point where your life turns on its axis.

Is it avoidable? Hell no.
Is it always flawless and perfect? Probably not.
Is it worth it? Absolutely.

Warning: 18+ This book is intended for a mature audience and isn't suitable for young readers. Note: This book is part of a series but doesn't end on a cliffhanger, can be read as a standalone.

About the author:

Indie author. Rock chick. Cookie master. Bookworm. Closet romantic. Lover of coffee, music and tattooed alpha males.

European native from a small country with wild dreams. Twenty-something stay-at-home big sister. Surprisingly smarter than your average blondie, but hides it well with sarcasm, sass and smartassery.

If there's something she loves more than writing, it's reading. She has an endless TBR list she's never going to devour. Admittedly sucks at writing reviews, though.

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Cover Reveal: Sustained (The Legal Briefs, #2) by Emma Chase

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 13 Mar 2015 12:01:00 +0000

Title: Sustained (The Legal Briefs, #2)
Author: Emma Chase
Publisher: Gallery Books
Expected publication: August 25, 2015
Age group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author of the Tangled series, returns with the second installment of The Legal Briefs series!

A knight in tarnished armor is still a knight.

When you’re a defense attorney in Washington, DC, you see firsthand how hard life can be, and that sometimes the only way to survive is to be harder. I have a reputation for being cold, callous, and intimidating—and that suits me just fine. In fact, it’s necessary when I’m breaking down a witness on the stand.

Complications don’t work for me—I’m a “need-to-know” type of man. If you’re my client, tell me the basic facts. If you’re my date, stick to what will get you off. I’m not a therapist or Prince Charming—and I don’t pretend to be.

Then Chelsea McQuaid and her six orphaned nieces and nephews came along and complicated the ever-loving hell out of my life. Now I’m going to Mommy & Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and am knee deep in a damn compost pit.

Chelsea’s too sweet, too innocent, and too gorgeous for her own good. She tries to be tough, but she’s not. She needs someone to help her, and defend her . . . and the kids.

And that—that, I know how to do.

About the author:

By day, Emma Chase is a devoted wife and mother who resides in a small town in New Jersey. By night she is a keyboard crusader, toiling away the hours to bring her colorful characters and their endless antics to life. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

Emma is an avid reader. Before her children were born she was known to consume whole books in a single day. Writing has also always been a passion and with the 2013 release of her debut romantic comedy, Tangled, the ability to now call herself an author is nothing less than a dream come true.

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Sex on the Beach Blog Tour: Guest Post by Jennifer Probst + Giveaway

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 10 Mar 2015 06:39:00 +0000

Welcome to my stop on the Sex on the Beach Blog Tour hosted by InkSlinger PR. For today's stop, I've got an awesome guest post by Jennifer Probst and the tour wide giveaway to share with all of you, so don't miss out because exciting stuff is gonna go down!

About the books:

Title: Finding You (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jenna Bennett
Publisher: Magpie Ink
Release date: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Sex on the Beach, the do-over.

Cassie Wilder had a simple plan for what to do in Key West the second time around.

Testify at the trial of the rapist she helped catch last year.

Make sure he gets locked away for the rest of his natural life, so he can never, ever hurt another girl.

Wait for her BFFs to get to town, so they can celebrate.

And stay far away from Ty Connor, because three months after breaking up with him, she still doesn’t know whether being with him is worse than being without him.

Spring Break, take two.

All of the above? Out the window.

Turns out testifying is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Not only is the rapist she helped catch last year not locked away for the rest of his life, he’s on the loose and looking for her.

Oh yeah, and it’s definitely harder being without Ty than being with him, especially when she has to watch him with someone else.

Welcome to Cassie’s world.

About the author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jenna Bennett (Jennie Bentley) writes the Do It Yourself home renovation mysteries for Berkley Prime Crime and the Savannah Martin real estate mysteries for her own gratification. She also writes a variety of romance for a change of pace.

A former realtor and home renovator, as well as a former actress, waitress, tour guide, travel agent, bed and breakfast reservationist, translator, proofreader, airline employee, and bank teller, she now makes her living from full time writing. She has lived in the US for more than twenty years, and still hasn’t been able to kick her native accent.

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Title: Losing Us (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jen McLaughlin
Publisher: Self
Release date: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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When it all comes crashing down . . .

Everything I thought I had with Austin Murphy—safety, stability, the normalcy I crave but my celebrity lifestyle rarely allows—was ripped away in one night. I wanted to surprise him, but the joke was on me. Now I don’t know if I ever really knew him at all.

Someone has to pick up the pieces . . .

Mackenzie Forbes was everything I ever wanted and the one person I didn’t deserve. When a past mistake costs me the girl I love, I’ll do everything I can to get her back. We both have demanding careers and family secrets darkening our pasts, but I need Mackenzie in my future.

Sometimes everything you have to give just isn’t enough . . .

About the author:

Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts, she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.

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Title: Chasing Me (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jennifer Probst
Publisher: Cool Gus Publishing
Release date: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Quinn and James’ story continues in Chasing Me . . .

It was supposed to be a love story . . .

I knew she was out of my league but I didn’t care. Looking back, I wonder if I hadn’t pursued her, would things have turned out differently? Is it Fate that determines our choices in life? God? Free will? Or just plain old innate selfishness?

I got her, of course. There hadn’t been a girl I wasn’t able to seduce. Problem was she seduced me right back, body, mind, and soul. She possessed me, tormented me, and showed me a world that was so bright and pure I was almost blinded.

Didn’t she know after such a drug I could never settle for less? Didn’t she realize no matter how many times I screwed up, or broke her heart, or bent her to my will, I’d never be able to let her go?

If I hadn’t known such intensity existed, would it have been better for both of us?

True love, the real kind, isn’t nice and sweet and pure. No, it’s dirty, and sinful, and messy. It’s like ripping a chunk of flesh from your body and watching yourself bleed out in slow, helpless intervals until you thankfully pass out.

This isn’t a love story. But it’s the only story I got.

Guest post by Jennifer Probst: The Second Book Syndrome

When I first wrote Beyond Me, I had no intention of ever continuing Quinn and James’ story.

Our Sex on the Beach series had been successfully launched, Spring Break in Key West was over, and I had put them through many challenges and eventually watched them receive their HEA.

Imagine my surprise when I couldn’t seem to get them out of my mind.

Writing new adult is a bit different than adult contemporary. The characters are younger, and are in a very unique time in their life. The college years is a time of exploring who we are, figuring out relationships, finding out our needs, and carving a niche in life. Somehow, giving James and Quinn an easy ending wasn’t working.

So, I approached my fellow writing partners and asked if they’d consider another story for their own characters. Everyone heartily agreed. But when I began the book, I literally had no concept of what would happen between them. Spring break and Key West was over. They were now a couple living in Chicago, finding their way, and fighting a different set of challenges.

Let’s be honest. Vacation is short and set in an idealistic world. Coming home brings all sorts of nasty issues, such as work, school, finances, parents, friends, and endless amount of pressure. Putting Quinn and James through the paces made it realistic. Mistakes are made. Choices are questioned. They are growing up, and they will either grow together or apart.

That’s what makes this second book special. The challenge is to offer the reader something different, but a story that will stay with them, and not ruin the wonderful experience they had with Beyond Me. Authors are always scared of ruining that first book by continuing the story in a way that won’t resonate with readers.

I let my Muse guide me, Quinn and James were allowed free reign in my head, and I’m happy with their continuation in Chasing Me.

I hope you are, too.

About the author:

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012.

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All Played Out by Cora Carmack Street Team: Big/Little—“Get to Know”

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Mon, 09 Mar 2015 17:27:00 +0000

Last week or so, Cora Carmack introduced the new street team for her upcoming release in the Rusk University series, All Played Out. This time around, all the new members were assigned a mentor, or in my case, a little. As soon as I found out who my little was I got to knowing more about her. Check out my interview/questionnaire with her below!

Cora posted the announcement here if any of you would like to check out the new team! I am so excited and pumped to start spreading the word about Nell and Torres! Leggggo! Let's do this!

About the book:

Title: All Played Out (Rusk University, #3)
Author: Cora Carmack
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Expected publication: May 12, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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In the third book in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cora Carmack’s Rusk University series, a good girl is about to find out what happens when she creates the ultimate college bucket list and she sets her sights on a jock.

First person in her family to go to college? CHECK.
Straight A’s? CHECK.
On track to graduate early? CHECK.
Social life? . . . Yeah, about that . . .

With just a few weeks until she graduates, Antonella DeLuca’s beginning to worry that maybe she hasn’t had the full college experience. (Okay . . . Scratch that. She knows she hasn't had the full college experience.)

So Nell does what a smart, dedicated girl like herself does best. She makes a "to do" list of normal college activities.

Item #1? Hook up with a jock.

Rusk University wide receiver Mateo Torres practically wrote the playbook for normal college living. When he’s not on the field, he excels at partying, girls, and more partying. As long as he keeps things light and easy, it's impossible to get hurt . . . again. But something about the quiet, shy, sexy-as-hell Nell gets under his skin, and when he learns about her list, he makes it his mission to help her complete it.

Torres is the definition of confident (And sexy. And wild), and he opens up a side of Nell that she's never known. But as they begin to check off each crazy, exciting, normal item, Nell finds that her frivolous list leads to something more serious than she bargained for. And while Torres is used to taking risks on the field, he has to decide if he's willing to take the chance when it's more than just a game.

Together they will have to decide if what they have is just part of the experiment or a chance at something real.

Connect with Cora Carmack: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
My Carmcat Little is Jenni McDaniel from the blog, ZombieePee! Before we get to the questions, I'd just like to say that she rocks my mismatch socks off! We read the same kind of books (hello, Cora Carmack street team members ;p), we watch the same kind of shows (e.g. Game of Thrones and Vikings! #RolllikeRollo), and we both love Ed Sheeran. If that isn't a win . . .

Q. How did you discover Cora Carmack? What was the first book of hers that you read?

I discovered Cora from a recommendation on my Nook for the book Inspire. I'm a relatively new Cora fan but I fell in love with her and it's my goal to read them all and soon! I followed her on FB and the rest is history. I fangirled.

Q. Who is your favorite Cora Carmack character? Guy? Girl?

So far my favorite Cora character is most definitely Wilder. As I've said before (in my application) he was a breath of fresh air for me. Just a really genuine sweet guy and I swooned. I can't wait to see what happens in the next book!

Q. What is your favorite quote from any of Cora’s books?

Anything Wilder says because I can't think of something off the top of my head hehe!

Q. Who do you cheer for in football?

My NFL team is my Pittsburgh Steelers. I was born into my fandom. The whole family lives and breathes Black and Gold. As far as college teams go, that would be the Wildcats here in Kansas :)

Q. What’s your favorite football position?

That's a tough one as they all play an important role but if we are going off sexy factors alone? It would be the quarterbacks, of course! :)

Q. Back in high school, what did you keep in your locker?

Gosh! For me that was awhile ago, lol! Books, of course. I wasn't too girly, I was pretty simple. Sorry this answer isn't very interesting.

Q. If you had to describe yourself using three words, they would be . . .

Three words: understanding, positive, and a nerd.

Q. What was your last 5-star read?

My last 5 star read was On the Island by Tracey Garvis Graves. It was different and addicting!

Q. Top three favorite movies.

I have a lot but let's go with my current favorites:

Divergent
The Best of Me
Fifty Shades of Grey

I love how they're all book-to-screen adaptations!

Q. Do you like to pull your toilet paper from the top down or from the bottom up?

This is a very important question and ironically enough this was addressed on FB not long ago. For me? The bottom up.

Q. What is the longest book you’ve ever read?

This might be a pathetic answer because I know there are some LONG books out there but my longest book was by Jennifer Donnelly. Her Tea Rose series is amazing if you haven't read it by the way! The first book was the longest and it was 772 pages long! Amazing reads and they only get better as you go!

Q. What is one song that you know all the lyrics to and can sing on the spot, like *snaps fingers* that?

LOL Well, I've had this song memorized for many many years and it would be Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise.

Q. What is one TV show that you stop, drop, and roll for?

This is one of the reasons I LOL'd from your email because when it comes to people you're married to? We are married to all the same guys (can you believe it?!) besides Jamie Fraser. I had to actually look up who he was. I hang my head in shame. But to answer your question? Vikings!

Q. Favorite alcoholic beverage?

I don't drink much but when I do? It's beer. Corona or Bud Light get my votes!

Q. Favorite color?

Another thing in common! Green!

Q. What song/artist has currently been playing on repeat for you?

Currently—Papa Roach's new album F.E.A.R—it's on consta-REPEAT. Also, guilty pleasure is the Fifty Shades soundtrack. I love it!

Hells, yes! The Fifty Shades soundtrack is so totally eargasmic!

Q.
Let's take one of my favorites listed above and go with "Fifty Shades of Bacon!"

Q.
Red Pill, for sure!

Q.
J-ohnny Cash
E-lvis Presley
N-irvana
N-ina Simone
I-an Brown

(I cheated and these were mostly one person rock bands, lol.) May be my worst answer yet. Eek!

Q.
I fucked a glass of milk because I love marijuana. LOL WOW!

This or That

Q. Coffee or tea? Tea
Q. Summer or winter? Summer
Q. Garrick, Carson, or Wilder? Wilder (or all three!)
Q. Cat or dog person? I know I should say cat here and I have two but I have to go with dog on this one. Sorry, Kitty Katniss!
Q. E-books or paperbacks/hardcovers? Can I say both? I mostly read on my e-reader for simplicity and ease of travel but I pretty much buy two copies of every book (e-reader/paperback). I have to! I need the physical copy for my library!
Q. Twitter or Facebook? Love both but FB
Q. Breakfast or dinner? Breakfast
Q. Ed Sheeran or Ed Sheeran? Ed Sheeran, of course!
Q. Day or night? Night
Q. Jamie Dornan or Charlie Hunnam? Charlie—I'm sorry he's the epitome of sexy. I have a bobble head of Charlie and a Sons of Anarchy blanket. He's close to my heart.
Q. Losing It, All Lined Up, or Inspire? Inspire or all three!

I told you guys . . . she's awesome! Check out her blog, ZombieePee, for reviews, giveaways, and more! You can also find her online here: Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads!

Exclusive Excerpt Reveal: Unraveled (Mastered, #3) by Lorelei James

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Wed, 04 Mar 2015 05:01:00 +0000

Title: Unraveled (Mastered, #3)
Author: Lorelei James
Publisher: NAL Trade
Release date: March 3, 2015
Age group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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In this sizzling continuation of the Mastered series by New York Times bestselling author Lorelei James, a man will find the domination he’s always craved . . .

Shiori Hirano and Knox Lofgren are left to run the martial arts program at Black Arts while Ronin Black travels. On the surface, the two highest ranked belts appear to cooperate—but in private, they butt heads constantly, despite the undeniable attraction between them. Soon their power exchanges start to make for a sweltering dynamic in the bedroom . . .

At first Knox is shocked to be living out his submissive desires, but Shiori sets out to prove that embracing his true sexual nature doesn’t make him a weak man. But even while their sexual relationship grants him a power and fulfillment he finds surprising, there’s no training regimen for the fight that comes with loving a strong woman . . .

Excerpt from Unraveled:

A minute later, after he’d nearly cleared the hallway, a hand slipped through his. He glanced down at Shiori.

“Nice try, leaving me there with the horny, drunk, and bickering bunch.”

He laughed.

Shiori moved in until they were chest-to-chest. “I love your laugh. That’s the first time I’ve heard it this week.”

“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

“Yes.”

“So prove it.”

Immediately, she pulled him into an alcove. Then her hands were on his neck and she brought his mouth to hers and proceeded to kiss him until his lungs were filled with her scent and her taste filled his mouth.

The kiss didn’t slow. It just kept getting hotter.

He forced himself to put the brakes on. “Damn, woman. What you do to me with just a kiss.”

Posted by arrangement with New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Lorelei James, 2015.

About the author:

Lorelei James is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary erotic western romances set in the modern day Wild West and also contemporary erotic romances.

Lorelei's books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer's choice Award, as well as the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota with her family . . . and a whole closet full of cow girl boots.

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Cover Reveal: Need Me (Broke and Beautiful, #2) by Tessa Bailey

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 27 Feb 2015 17:01:00 +0000

Title: Need Me (Broke and Beautiful, #2)
Author: Tessa Bailey
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Expected publication: April 21, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tessa Bailey, comes the next fun and sexy novel in her Broke and Beautiful trilogy!

“How did this tweed-wearing English professor turn out to be my dirtiest hero ever? Cause he really is.”—Tessa Bailey

When Honey Perribow traded in her cowboy boots for stilettos and left her small Kentucky town to attend Columbia University, she never expected to find a dirt-cheap apartment or two new best friends. No stranger to hard work, Honey’s sole focus is a medical degree . . . until she sees newly-minted Professor, Ben Dawson, and her concentration is hijacked. Honey is fascinated by her gorgeous, young English professor and vows to find a crack his tweed-wearing, glasses-clad exterior.

While at an off campus party, an accident lands Ben in a dark, locked closet with a sexy-sounding southern belle . . . and their chemistry is explosive. But when he discovers that the girl in his arms is the same beautiful student he can’t stop thinking about, he is stunned. Student-teacher relationships are strictly forbidden . . . yet no matter how hard he tries, Ben can’t stay away from Honey.

And when his attempts to fight their attraction nearly ruin the best thing that ever happened to him, Ben will do anything to prove how much he needs her.

About the author:

Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She now lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband of seven years and three-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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Cover Reveal + Excerpt: Getting Dirty (Jail Bait, #1) by Mia Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 27 Feb 2015 13:00:00 +0000

Title: Getting Dirty (Jail Bait, #1)
Author: Mia Storm
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: March 19, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Dirty
A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

Excerpt from Getting Dirty:

“What year are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said it until it’s out of my mouth.

Her eyes flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”

I feel my eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You look younger.”

She bites her lips between her teeth for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”

“Neither, I suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing that she’s not as off-limits as I originally thought. It’s nearing the end of January. Commencement will be here soon enough. She graduates and all bets are off.

“So . . .” she says, twisting a finger into the ends of her hair. “I know you like old, dead poets. How do you feel about hearing something fresher?”

I lean toward her. “Such as?”

“I’m reading in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on the fourth Friday of every month. There’s no prize money or anything, but I perform something new pretty much every month.”

“A poetry slam . . .” I want to say yes in the worst way, but it feels dangerously like a date.

She must read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too weird, no worries. I just thought, since you like poetry . . .”

She leaves the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”

The answer to that rhetorical question is that it’s not May yet and she hasn’t graduated. I’m risking everything I’ve worked the last three years toward. My entire future. But the voice of reason is being drowned out by the raging waves of something rolling up from the deepest layers of my being like an undertow. Something base and essential. And unrelenting.

“Do you want to meet me there?” she asks, standing from her seat and giving me a better view of the entire exquisite length of her.

“Yeah . . . that’s probably best.” Plausible deniability. No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue she’d be there. Just went to hear the poetry.

“Great,” she says as she gathers her book and shoves it in her bag. “It starts at nine. There are usually five or six poets and it’s a random draw, so I don’t know what time I’ll be reading.”

I nod without standing, no longer able to tame my erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”

“You know where Tino’s is?”

Electricity crackles under my skin. I’m really doing this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”

Book Blitz: Sex on the Beach Series by Jenna Bennett, Jen McLaughlin, and Jennifer Probst

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Tue, 24 Feb 2015 07:46:00 +0000

Today is the big teaser reveal for the next books in the Sex on the Beach series! This series includes the novellas Finding You by Jenna Bennett, Losing Us by Jen McLaughlin, and Chasing Me by Jennifer Probst. This teaser reveal also includes the book trailers for Losing Us and Chasing Me.

The next installments in the Sex on the Beach series is coming March 3rd!

About the books:

Title: Finding You (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jenna Bennett
Publisher: Magpie Ink
Expected publication: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Sex on the Beach, the do-over.

Cassie Wilder had a simple plan for what to do in Key West the second time around.

Testify at the trial of the rapist she helped catch last year.

Make sure he gets locked away for the rest of his natural life, so he can never, ever hurt another girl.

Wait for her BFFs to get to town, so they can celebrate.

And stay far away from Ty Connor, because three months after breaking up with him, she still doesn’t know whether being with him is worse than being without him.

Spring Break, take two.

All of the above? Out the window.

Turns out testifying is a lot harder than she thought it would be.

Not only is the rapist she helped catch last year not locked away for the rest of his life, he’s on the loose and looking for her.

Oh yeah, and it’s definitely harder being without Ty than being with him, especially when she has to watch him with someone else.

Welcome to Cassie’s world.

Title: Losing Us (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jen McLaughlin
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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When it all comes crashing down . . .

Everything I thought I had with Austin Murphy—safety, stability, the normalcy I crave but my celebrity lifestyle rarely allows—was ripped away in one night. I wanted to surprise him, but the joke was on me. Now I don’t know if I ever really knew him at all.

Someone has to pick up the pieces . . .

Mackenzie Forbes was everything I ever wanted and the one person I didn’t deserve. When a past mistake costs me the girl I love, I’ll do everything I can to get her back. We both have demanding careers and family secrets darkening our pasts, but I need Mackenzie in my future.

Sometimes everything you have to give just isn’t enough . . .

Title: Chasing Me (Sex on the Beach)
Author: Jennifer Probst
Publisher: Cool Gus Publishing
Expected publication: March 3, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Quinn and James’ story continues in Chasing Me . . .

It was supposed to be a love story . . .

I knew she was out of my league but I didn’t care. Looking back, I wonder if I hadn’t pursued her, would things have turned out differently? Is it Fate that determines our choices in life? God? Free will? Or just plain old innate selfishness?

I got her, of course. There hadn’t been a girl I wasn’t able to seduce. Problem was she seduced me right back, body, mind, and soul. She possessed me, tormented me, and showed me a world that was so bright and pure I was almost blinded.

Didn’t she know after such a drug I could never settle for less? Didn’t she realize no matter how many times I screwed up, or broke her heart, or bent her to my will, I’d never be able to let her go?

If I hadn’t known such intensity existed, would it have been better for both of us?

True love, the real kind, isn’t nice and sweet and pure. No, it’s dirty, and sinful, and messy. It’s like ripping a chunk of flesh from your body and watching yourself bleed out in slow, helpless intervals until you thankfully pass out.

This isn’t a love story. But it’s the only story I got.

About the author:

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012.

Connect with Jennifer Probst: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Goodreads contest:

For each book that gets to 500 adds, 5 pages of that novella will be released! 10 pages will be released after 1000 adds, and 15 pages after 1500 adds! So, spread the word and be sure to add each book to your Goodreads list.

Purchase the previous books in the series:

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Cover Reveal + Giveaway: Fervent (Condemned, #3) by Gemma James

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Fri, 30 Jan 2015 13:01:00 +0000

Last year, I discovered Gemma James and her incredible Condemned series. Since devouring the heck outta the first book, Torrent, I have been irrevocably obsessed! Often times, you hear people say: "I wish I could read [insert book title here] all over again for the first time," but for me and this series, that statement could not be more true. It's so good! If there was a way for me to experience it over and over and over again, brand new... I would do it in a heartbeat, every time. Sigh.

I can't say it enough: I love this series, these characters, Gemma's writing... I love all of it so much. It is truly a special rarity amongst my bookshelf.

I digress, sort of. You are all here to ogle the cover to the third book in the series, Fervent. I have to say, it is undoubtedly my most favorite. That also seems to be another phrase that gets passed around frequently but I'm serious and let me tell you why. I'm not a huge fan of book covers with the model's face on it because anonymity is you know, sometimes a good thing. The first two books in the series have the models' faces on it and well... Fervent cuts off right where you need it to and... voila, it's my favorite!

Check it out and let me know what you think! Are you a fan of covers with the model's face on it or are you Switzerland? ;)

Title: Fervent (Condemned, #3)
Author: Gemma James
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: April 30, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Cover designer: Gemma James

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I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.

Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.

What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.

He’ll even die for me.

Fervent is a New Adult Dark Romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the Condemned series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with Torrent and Rampant, otherwise, Fervent might not make much sense.

About the author:

Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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Cover Reveal + Giveaway: Mayhem by Jamie Shaw

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 22:07:00 +0000

I've been following all the things about this release since the moment I saw this:

Post by Donaghy Literary Group.

I'm so excited for it because 1) it's New Adult, woot! and 2) rock stars. I mean, that's pretty much all you need in life! ;) I am so thrilled to be sharing the cover with all of you today because it's so sparkly; it pulls you in and leaves you all dazed. Check it out and let me know what you think! Also, don't miss out on the giveaway where you can enter to win an e-book pre-order of Mayhem!

Without further ado...

Title: Mayhem (Mayhem, #1)
Author: Jamie Shaw
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Expected publication: January 20, 2015
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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When college freshman Rowan Michaels meets gorgeous, up-and-coming rock star Adam Everest, she knows a player like him is the last thing she needs after her ex-boyfriend shattered her heart. But she can’t stop thinking about the kiss they shared on his tour bus.

On the first day of school, Rowan is stunned when Adam saunters into her French class. He’s soon failing miserably, and on a whim, she offers to tutor him. But Adam doesn’t recognize her as a makeup-free, glasses-clad college student—a far cry from the beautiful, mysterious “Peach” he met at his concert.

During a wild weekend on tour with the band, Rowan can’t help falling for the sweet guy buried beneath Adam’s rocker persona. Yet she knows she could never compete with the girls constantly throwing themselves at his feet. She’d just end up hurt... again.

Peach is all Adam thinks about, though, and when Rowan realizes this, she has a decision to make: stay just friends to protect her fragile heart... or reveal the truth about the night they met and admit she’s fallen completely, hopelessly in love with him.

About the author:

Jamie Shaw, Born and raised in South Central Pennsylvania, Jamie earned her M.S. in Professional Writing from Towson University before realizing that creative writing was her calling. She is a writing tutor by day and a voracious reader and writer of New Adult by night. An incurable night-owl, she spends late hours crafting novels with relatable heroines and swoon-worthy leading men. When she’s not writing, Jamie enjoys spending time with her husband and fighting over book boyfriends with her nerdy friends.

Mayhem has sold to HarperCollins Avon Impulse Imprint in a three book deal, publication Winter 2015.

Jamie is represented by Stacey Donaghy for her new adult novel Mayhem.

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Giveaway ends on Friday, November 14, 2014.
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Winner will have 48 hours after notification to respond.
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Excerpt Reveal: What's Left of Us by Amanda Maxlyn

noreply@blogger.com (Momo (Books Over Boys)) — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 21:20:00 +0000

I'm so stoked to be taking part in today's excerpt reveal for What's Left of Us, book two in Amanda Maxlyn's What's Left of Me series, hosted by TRSOR Promotions. I discovered What's Left of Me last year and after reading it, it immediately went straight to my top favorites list of 2013! It was heart-breaking-ly beautiful! I so cannot wait to read the next part of Aundrea and Parker's story but until its release on the 14th, check out the excerpt I have to share with you below!

About the book:

Title: What's Left of Us (What's Left of Me, #2)
Author: Amanda Maxlyn
Publisher: Self
Expected publication: November 14, 2014
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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The heartwarming conclusion to What's Left of Me...

Love found me three years ago.

I’m cancer free, happily married to the love of my life, and working toward my dream career.

Our life is complete. Perfect, really.

Or is it?

I’ve always wanted a family of my own, but never dreamed I could have one. Now Parker’s ready to make my dream our reality.

But sometimes our dreams are haunted by our deepest fears. Fears of failure, having a child, and in our case... death. How do I help the person I love get over his fear when I’m still trying to overcome that same fear myself?

Together we must learn what's left of us.

Excerpt from What's Left of Us:

Prologue
Aundrea

Fear. It’s all around us. It finds a way inside, lodging deep within, refusing to surrender. It latches on, following you on this path called life. The way it makes our bodies tremble through our core, perspire with one thought, or makes our hearts feel as if they’re coming to a standstill, causing all blood flow to rush from our head to our toes. It’s the one word that can instantly cause our breathing to become slow and labored, stirring up the worst emotions within.

Suddenly my chest becomes too tight to bear. My legs go numb and my arms feel weak. My heart is beating too fast and, no matter how much I pray for it to slow, and the tight pain to go away, it doesn’t.

I’m gasping for air. “My chest. It’s too tight.” I claw at my shirt, as if I could rip it off. The once soft fabric now feels like fire, burning away my flesh.

“Mom, I don’t think she’s okay!”

“Aundrea?!”

“I can’t breathe. My... tight... the pain... it won’t stop. I can’t feel my arms, or... ” Oh my God, this is it.

I fall to my knees.

“Is she having a heart attack?” Panicky, Genna stands and yells for my dad.

Every dream I’ve had, every sense of hope—everything I’ve feared is burning them away right before my eyes.

Death.

It’s easy to forget what matters most when you’re distracted by your deepest fear, which, in my case, is leaving behind everyone I cherish most. Sometimes it’s the most disturbing thoughts that tunnel their way to your core and hold on, no matter how hard you try to shake them.

The afterlife doesn’t scare me. The unknown can be magical when you really think about it. The beauty of possibility.

There are muffled voices around me, yelling and screaming, but my eyes are frozen. I can’t move my head to see who’s speaking. I can’t even be certain where I am at the moment.

I begin to feel like I’m floating and it’s then that I realize I’m being put on a stretcher. There are two men yelling. Why are they yelling? Are they yelling at me?

A cold rush of air startles me as a mask is put over my face. It’s the first time I get a deep, fulfilling breath since this all started.

“You’re going to be okay. Keep your eyes open for me, okay?” one of the men instructs, leaning close to my face.

I try to nod, but he shakes his head. “Don’t try to move.” I go cold, every limb gone numb. Then, pain.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much pain in all my life. It’s as if a hundred men are standing on top of me, stabbing my chest with razor-sharp knives. I swear, with each jab of pain I can hear the crack of the blades stabbing deeper inside of me, slowly ripping me apart. Then the pain pierces my heart and I cry out.

“Someone needs to call Parker!” Genna screams.

The men start running and I feel like I’m flying. The wind washes over me and it’s almost calming.

My surroundings go blurry as I’m lifted. Everything is happening so fast. My shirt is ripped open and freezing stickers are placed on my chest.

Cries fill my ears, drowning out the loud banging from the men moving around. I don’t know where I am, but when I hear my mom say, “Parker, it's Aundrea. We’re going to the hospital,” I let my eyes drift closed and just pray the pain will stop. And that Parker will get to me before it’s too late.

Chapter One
Aundrea
Three Months Earlier

The future.

It’s terrifying to think about.

Sometimes life can be run by our emotions; how we feel about ourselves can dictate the path our life takes.

Before Parker entered my life, I didn’t think about tomorrow, much less my future. But he changed me. The day he told me he could see my future was the day I knew I would stop at nothing to make sure I saw the start and end of each day. For him.

For us. It’s when our future began.

“Aundrea?” a gentle voice asks, breaking me from my thoughts. I shiver as Parker grasps my hand, helping me. My senses are heightened, trying to glean some clue as to where we are.

“Can I look now?” I giggle, nearly tripping over the uneven ground. The blindfold Parker had me put on before leaving our apartment slips a little as I catch my balance, but it doesn’t fall off.

His grip on my arm tightens as he chuckles. “Almost. A couple more steps.”

He guides me up a small set of steps, loosening his hold as we reach the top. He lets go of my arm, but doesn’t say a word; only the sound of crickets fills the night air. A welcome breeze kisses my face softly.

My ears perk up at the sound of a key entering a lock. “Where are we?” I ask, even though I know he won’t answer. I have a strong urge to just rip off the blindfold.

“We have one last tiny ledge to step over, so careful now.” Holding my elbow, he leads me through the door. A few steps in, we stop abruptly. “Okay, open.”

I pull down the blindfold and blink away blurriness as my eyes adjust.

“What is this?” I stand, breathless, taking in my surroundings. Before me is a large open layout of living space leading into what a glimpse suggests is a kitchen. I look down, shuffling my feet. I’m standing on dark, rich hardwood floors that run into the most beautiful, detailed floor molding I have ever seen. To my side is a large, wide staircase leading to an open space that overlooks where we’re standing.

Of course, I know what this is—a house—so my question should really be, “Why are we here?”

Parker steps in front of me, taking one of my hands in his. I look up, meeting my husband’s crystal blue eyes.

“Do you know that paper is the traditional one year anniversary gift?” I shake my head, bemused. Handing me a folded note, he says quietly, “Open it.”

I fumble with the paper. I suck in a sharp breath as I read the deed I’m clenching in clammy fingers. “Parker, you bought us a house.” It doesn’t come out as a question, but rather a stunned statement.

His throat bobs as he rubs the back of his neck nervously, and a light sheen of sweat forms on his forehead. I smile at his nervousness, which causes his shoulders to relax.

“Aundrea, I was taught that when you find the person you’re meant to be with, you should do everything in your power to keep them. Spend every day of your life proving to them that they’re worth it. You’re always by my side, helping me, wanting to protect me, and showing me that I can be the best man possible. Together, we’ve started to build a life that means something to us, and I want the next chapter of it to start here.”

He motions at the house around us. “I want to grow old, have lots of children, and hear their little footsteps run around on these hardwood floors. I want to have a future with you in this house.”

I cover my mouth to stop my lip from quivering. “I love it,” I mumble, my voice barely audible. I haven’t even stepped more than a foot into the place, but I can already tell by the hardwood floors and open layout that I’m going to fall head over heels for this house.

“You do?”

I look around the room, taking in the stone fireplace, high ceiling, bright lights, and crown molding. “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Like you.”

Heat rises to my cheeks and I’m almost certain my ears have turned bright red. We’ve been together for three years now, and been married for one year, and this man can still make me blush.

“Come here.” He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Let me show you around our place.”

I give a small nod, allowing him to lead the way. He takes me through the house, showing me the den, the living area, every bedroom and closet. Each room seems larger and more extravagant than the last. I’m surprised by how large this house is. It’s more than I could have ever dreamed. Parker explains that it’s a newly built house, which is why the walls are so plain, which I don’t mind because we’ll be able to add our Mr. and Mrs. Jackson touches to it.

Parker shows me every corner, ending with us standing in front of a sliding glass door off the dining room. A cool blast of air hits me as I follow him out to the large deck.

“Parker,” I breathe. My mouth drops open at the sight before me. The deck is covered with glowing candles and, in the center, a blanket is laid out with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“It’s amazing, huh?” he asks, motioning to the large backyard.

“It’s perfect.” I’m in absolute awe as I realize this is all ours.

Coming up behind me, Parker wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. “We’re far enough away from the city that you can stargaze as much as you want with no light pollution.”

Resting my head on his shoulder, I look up at the black sky. I could stare at this view all night. I fill my lungs with the cool night air and let it out slowly as I take in our expansive back yard.

“Is this for real?” I ask half choked up, half smiling.

“Very much. Our future continues here, Aundrea.”

I turn to face him. “This place is amazing, Parker. Honestly, I couldn’t have picked a better place for the two of us.”

Engulfing me in his arms, he hugs me tightly, kissing the top of my head.

Snuggling in closer, I start thinking about the last couple months. How could he have managed this without my finding out?

“How did you do this?”

“What do you mean?”

I laugh. “How did you purchase a house without me knowing? I mean, I understand I’ve been busy with finals and gearing up for graduation next month, but I didn’t think I was that out of it.”

“I know the realtor.” He shrugs with a half smile. “He brings his dog into the clinic. Three months ago he mentioned this property and when I saw him again recently he brought it back up, surprised it was still on the market. I knew I had to see it and, when I did, I couldn’t resist. The price was right and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Of course he’d know the realtor.

I laugh again and Parker raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

“What if I’d hated the house?”

“I knew you wouldn’t.”

“Confident are you?”

“When it comes to you, yes.”

Giving him a warm smile, I wrap my arms back around his hard body, resting my head on his chest. “Here,” he says, pulling me to the center of the deck where the candles are glowing softly.

Settling under the blanket, I snuggle against him, looking up at the clear sky and the stars shining above us. I can imagine myself stargazing out here every night, or snuggling on a chaise longue with my Kindle and a glass of white wine.

This is our home.

Parker reaches for the champagne bottle, so I wiggle forward to give him more room. He pops the cork and pours us each a glass, not allowing the bubbles to overflow.

“Happy wedding anniversary, Aundrea. Here’s to many more.” He raises his glass and I do the same.

“Happy anniversary, handsome.”

The bubbles tickle my throat as I take a small sip, watching my husband do the same.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not thankful for this man before me and all his surprises. Over the last three years he’s done nothing but be supportive in all I do, constantly trying to give me everything that I deserve. He’s taught me to embrace life, and I can’t wait to welcome whatever life decides to throw our way next.

***

“Wait. Stop a minute and back up. He bought you a house? Like, a house house?” my best friend Jean screams into my ear the following evening. A house house? Is there any other kind?

Moving the phone away in an attempt to get my hearing back, I answer, “Yes, he bought us a house. Not just me.”

“Same thing.” Um... okay? “Damn, Dre.” I can picture her sitting on the couch in her Minneapolis apartment shaking her head in awe as she speaks. “When’s the move? Did you have any idea he was even looking?”

I shrug, even though she can’t see me. “We’re not sure on a move-in date, but since our lease is up at the end of next month, we’re hoping soon. Parker said the realtor doesn’t think it will be a problem. The loan has already gone through, so we’ll just need an inspection for the final okay. And, no, I had no idea he was looking. It just sort of fell in his lap.”

“Shit. I can’t believe that man sometimes.”

Neither can I. “I know.”

“The timing will be perfect, too. Take your last final, graduate, and move into that big new house of yours. You’re finally entering the real world!” The shuffling sounds on Jean’s end suggest she’s getting more comfortable. “If it weren’t for me, the two of you wouldn’t even be together.”

“That’s not true!”

“Sure it is. I practically had to force you to go home with him that night at Max’s Bar. If it weren’t for me, you would never have left with him, there’d be no ring on that pretty little finger of yours, and there definitely wouldn’t be any house. So, you’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” It comes out flat, but I pick the tone back up. “For the record, I went home with him all on my own.” She giggles. “Are you coming to Rochester this weekend?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I think so. It all depends on Kevin. He mentioned something about needing to pick up a shift for Jason.”

Kevin is another veterinarian Jason met in college and introduced to Parker when he moved here. They asked him to join the practice a little over a year ago, and recently he became the third partner at the clinic. He also happens to be Jean’s boyfriend—not that she approves of that word.

“Well, if not, maybe I can come up for the day or something?”

“I’d like that, Dre. It’s been forever.”

“It’s been two weeks!”

“My point. Forever.”

I smile just as I hear keys fumbling in the door. “Hey, Parker’s home. I’ll chat with you later, okay?”

“Fine, go hang out with that man candy of yours while I sit here in my empty apartment watching reruns of Gossip Girl.”

I chuckle, ending the call as Parker enters our apartment.

Standing in the entryway in gray dress slacks and a black button-down shirt unbuttoned a little at the top, he looks just as good as he did this morning when he left for work. His blond hair is disheveled, as if he’s run his hand through it a hundred times, suggesting a stressful day.

“What’s all the laughing about?”

“Jean.”

“Ah.” He raises his eyebrows and smiles.

Setting his keys in the dish by the door, he walks into the living room and sits next to me, pushing my physics book aside. It falls to the floor as his lips meet mine, gentle and soft. He takes my top lip into his mouth and tenderly kisses it.

Leaning back, he gives me a wink. “Hi.”

“Hello, handsome.” I run my fingers along his stubbled cheeks, smiling. “How was your day?”

His shoulders relax as he sinks into the couch. “Busy, but good. Yours?”

I groan, throwing my head back playfully. “Studying. Lots and lots of studying. I don’t think I can see straight. Change of subject, please.”

He laughs, pulling me in for another kiss. “That bad, huh?”

“I’m just anxious for my last final to be over.”

The moment I was cleared of needing further cancer treatment, I sunk all my spare time—plus some—into my studies. I doubled up on course work, taking as many classes as I could so that I could graduate in a timely manner. There were semesters my family—including Parker—thought I was crazy to take on so many sleepless nights and long study hours, but I looked at it as making up for missed opportunities, and I’ve truthfully enjoyed every second of it. I’ve worked so hard to get to this point, and the thought of graduating next month from the Winona State University, Rochester with a bachelor’s in physics is the most rewarding and liberating feeling ever.

Parker winks, then stands and moves through the kitchen effortlessly, opening the fridge and taking out a beer. He looks over his shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow, and I nod.

He rejoins me on the couch and I use my shirt to twist the cap off my beer.

“No studying tonight, beautiful. We’re celebrating.”

I take a small, appreciative sip. “Celebrating what?”

“Our future.”

“I thought we did that last night?” I bite my lip, remembering our naughty evening.

“Oh, we definitely celebrated last night.”

I blush. I shouldn’t be bashful thinking or talking about having sex, but when it comes to sex with Parker... it’s hard not to feel the heat.

He sets his beer down on the coffee table and his face turns serious. “I’ve been thinking—don’t give me that look, Aundrea.”

“What look?”

“The look that says, ‘Oh, boy, here we go!’”

I laugh. “Sorry. It’s just, last night you surprised me with a house. I’m not sure what can top that.”

He takes a deep breath. “When Mark showed me the house, the first thing that popped into my head was how we’ll have all this space to fill.” I can see the tension in the small lines forming around his eyes.

“What are you saying?”

He runs his hand through his hair and swallows hard. “Maybe it’s time we think about adding to the Jackson family.”

“Like a dog?” I raise an eyebrow. It’s a joke, but one I hope eases the tension in his eyes.

“No.” He gives me a weak smile. “What if we considered the idea of starting a family? I mean, it’s probably not going to happen overnight, but I think it’s time we discuss our options. Look into what’s available for us.”

I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until I suddenly feel lightheaded. Forcing myself to breathe, I brace against the armrest. “You mean... you want us to have a baby?”

He nods. Before I can say anything, he reaches for my arms, almost as if he knows what my reaction will be: passing out.

I kind of feel as if I might.

A baby.

Are we ready to have a baby?

Am I ready to have a baby?

About the author:

I am first and foremost an avid reader! I love to read anything romance from paranormal, young/new adult, contemporary, and even yes, (wide eyes) erotic/BDSM.

I am the mother of two little boys, married to the love of my life, and living in one of the smallest towns in Minnesota. When I’m not chasing or cleaning up after my boys (yes, all three), I can be found writing or snuggled up with my kindle, a glass of wine, and spending time with my fictional friends and family.

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Caged in Winter Blog Tour: Author Interview + Giveaway

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Welcome to my stop on the Caged in Winter Blog Tour hosted by Berkley. For today's stop, I've got an awesome interview with Brighton Walsh that I can't wait to share with all of you as well as the tour wide giveaway, so stick around and don't miss a second of any of it!

About the book:

Title: Caged in Winter (Caged in Winter, #1)
Author: Brighton Walsh
Publisher: Berkley
Release date: November 4, 2014
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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In this emotional and sexy New Adult debut from Brighton Walsh, the only thing more frightening than commitment is hope...

Aspiring chef Cade Maxwell is immediately, viscerally attracted to Winter Jacobson. But it’s not her mouthwatering curves he’s drawn to—it’s the strange emptiness in her eyes. When Cade saves her from a drunken customer with grabby hands, he’s shocked at her response...

Winter doesn’t need Cade’s help. After a lifetime of getting by on her own, she’s happy to rely on herself. She’s exactly seventy-six days away from graduating college, and if she can hold it together that long, she’ll finally be able to rise above the crappy hand she was dealt.

But now, every time she turns around, Cade is there, ready to push her, smile at her, distract her from her plans. Winter knows she can’t afford to open up—especially to a man she’s terrified to actually want...

Author interview with Brighton Walsh:

Welcome to Books Over Boys, Brighton! I am so thrilled to have you here today to talk books! First of all, huge congrats on your New Adult debut release! (This has me fangirling so hard because NA books are all that I live and breathe right now.)

Thanks so much for having me! And yayyyyyyy New Adult!

Q. What is the most captivating thing about writing in the New Adult category?

I actually really love that there are virtually no rules in NA. Pretty much anything goes. Because of that, authors are able to play with a lot more situations or story lines that they might not have been able to otherwise. I also love that the emotions can be over the top and all-consuming, because at that age, they are. It makes for a more intense reading (and writing!) experience.

Q. Today is release day! *throws confetti* Yay, congratulations! What are you most excited about for the release of Caged in Winter? What about most nervous? How do you deal with release day jitters?

Wheeeee!!! *twirls in confetti* It seems like I’ve been waiting forever for this day. The thing I’m most excited about is walking into a bookstore and seeing my book on the shelves. I imagine I’ll be a little verklempt. On the flip side of that, the thing that worries me the most is walking into a bookstore and them being like, “Nope, sorry, don’t have that one.” I’d cry, but for a totally different reason. To combat the jitters, I plan to hang out on Twitter and go into my writing cave. So, basically, treat it like any other day. (You know, except for when I’m stalking any/all bookstores within a 30 mile radius of my house.)

Q. What can you tell us about your couple, Cade and Winter, that we won’t find in the book?

Good question! I had to go back to my character questionnaires to dig up some dirt on them, and thankfully they both gave me stuff (although Winter was a smartass the entirety of the questionnaire, so it was hard to get an honest answer out of her). Cade had some run-ins with the law in high school. Namely, indecent exposure (it was a dare, he swears) and destruction of property (he dyed the pool in his high school red). And Winter was a virgin until she graduated high school because she was too focused on getting a scholarship and getting out of her life during that time.

Q. The colder weather and festive holidays are upon us and because Cade’s a chef, what’s a recipe for one of your favorite must-have holiday dishes?

My favorite holiday recipes are all super easy, but the reason I love them is because they’re family traditions (much like Cade’s mom’s chocolate chip cookies). These cookies are no-bake and you definitely CANNOT make a quarter batch of them after your kids are in bed and eat it all in one sitting so they don’t even know...

Chocolate Arnbakes (no bake cookies)

2T - cocoa
2c - sugar*
1/2c - butter (do NOT use margarine)
1/2c - milk

Mix together and boil hard for 3 minutes, stirring constantly. Add 1tsp vanilla.

Pour over:
2c - oatmeal
1c - coconut

Drop on wax paper covered cookie sheets and chill.
*I like to do 1/4c karo syrup and 1 3/4c sugar because I like mine nice and gooey.

Q. What’s up next for you? I see you have another New Adult, Captive, releasing in March 2015, along with Tessa Ever After in May 2015. Are there any current/other works in progress that you can shed a little light on?

Yes, after both of those, you can expect Exposed, the second in the Captive series. We don’t have a release date on that yet, as I’m still drafting (almost done!), but I would guess late summer.

Q. Lastly, before you go, can you share a snippet from Caged in Winter with us?

I bend my knees so we’re eye level and tug on her hand until she meets my gaze. “I don’t know what we could have. It might be nothing. But I’ll be honest... I haven’t felt like this in a long time, and that’s enough for me to know I want to see where it goes. Can’t we just see where it goes?”

With a deep sigh, she says, “I’m not right for you, Cade.”

“How about you worry about if I’m right for you. Let me decide the other.”

And then before she can stop me, before she can utter another word of opposition, I slide my hand up her arm, over her shoulder, until it’s wrapped around her neck. With my other hand, I swipe a piece of hair back with my fingers, and then lean in, brushing my lips against hers. After only a moment, I pull back just enough for her to be able to tell me to stop. When nothing comes, I close the distance between us once again, taking her bottom lip in between mine. I brush my tongue against it, coaxing her mouth open, and she breathes this sexy little gasp as I slip inside. She tastes like cookies and wine, and I want to fucking devour her.

She grips my shirt with both hands, clutching me to her, and I stop holding back and press every inch of my body against hers, groaning as my cock presses fully against her. The moment a whimper comes from her, I know she feels it. And I can’t muster up any embarrassment, because I want her to feel it. Even with all her brass balls and fuck-everything attitude, something tells me she needs reassurance, so I give it to her. In every stroke of my tongue against hers, every brush of my thumb along her jaw, I show her how much I want her.

When her chest is heaving, her lips parted and swollen and so fucking hot, I trail kisses down her neck, seeking out every inch of skin that’s uncovered. Her head thumps back against the wall, one of her hands gone from gripping fistfuls of my shirt. Instead, she’s holding my head to her, and I don’t want to stop. I want to kiss and lick every inch of her, slip my hands under the material of her sweater, unbutton her jeans, and not stop until I feel her soft wetness against my fingertips.

But the knowledge that she’ll regret it if I don’t stop forces me to slow down.

I pull back, loosening my grip on her and putting an inch of space between us. I kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and then her ear. Against it, I whisper, “Don’t say no.”

There’s a beat of silence. Two. Three. And then she says the sweetest word I’ve ever heard.

“Okay.”

Thanks so much for being here today, Brighton! It’s been a blast! Congrats on the release of Caged in Winter!

Thank you! And thanks for having me! :)

About the author:

Brighton Walsh spent nearly a decade as a professional photographer before deciding to take her storytelling in a different direction and reconnect with her first love: writing. When she’s not pounding away at the keyboard, she’s probably either reading or shopping—maybe even both at once.

She lives in the Midwest with her husband and two children, and, yes, she considers forty degrees to be hoodie weather. Her home is the setting for frequent dance parties, Lego battles, and more laughter than she thought possible.

Her debut novel, Caged in Winter, will be released with Berkley/Penguin on November 4, 2014. She is represented by Mandy Hubbard of D4EO Literary Agency.

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