Thursday, May 25, 2017

Blog Tour: Curves in the Road by Amy K McClung


Author: Amy K. McClung
Title: Curves in the Road
Series: Southern Devotion, Book 2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 6, 2017
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Designer: Claire Smith

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Living in Nashville with his daughter, Katelyn, single dad Derrick Collins’s main goal is to provide a good life for his daughter. With no social life to speak of, he knows it’s time for a change. He just needs to find the perfect woman who will complete his happy family. The problem is he’s already met her and let her go.

Mary Jane Evans’s life took a path she could only dream of. Though leaving her home in Nashville meant saying goodbye to childhood friends, family, and the first man she ever loved. Now she has to choose if she will return or continue her new journey.

With a decision to make, is it possible for two lost loves to find their way back to each other or are there too many curves in the road?



Most people fall in love several times over a lifetime, but one always sticks out more than others, whether you end up with them or they are the one who got away.

When I was five, I thought I was in love with my best friend, Jimmy, who lived next door. That changed when he fed my favorite Barbie doll to the dog, breaking my heart. When I was ten, I fell for my schoolmate Robbie when he helped me up after someone pushed me into the mud. My heart later shattered when my dad told me we were moving to the big city of Nashville from our small backwoods town in Kentucky, and I had to say goodbye to him. At fifteen, I fell for Marcus Jacobs, the smartest guy in school. He was our valedictorian, and I never told him how I felt. He “came out of the closet” after high school. And then I turned twenty-one and met Derrick Collins.

Derrick was the guy who made me realize that I’d never known love before I met him. Reading about toes-tingling, heart-stopping kisses, and romantic gestures, I always questioned whether such things existed. My lifelong question was answered the first time we kissed, and I felt it course through my body from my lips straight to my toes with electric pulses racing everywhere in between.

Growing up, I always had an issue with weight and never felt comfortable with the opposite sex. Puberty hit and my waistline expanded more than my breasts. Luckily, I had a growth spurt around sixteen. I was taller than average, five eight to be exact, with blonde hair and light green eyes, with that I was happy. My pants size was a different story. My hips were curvy, and my breasts caught up to them, although they didn’t point forward as much as my hips pointed outward.

With friends like mine who built my confidence every day, I thought I knew what it meant to feel beautiful. It wasn’t until the day I felt Derrick’s undeniable passion for me that I truly felt like the goddess Cameron always tried to convince me I was. I’d tried every diet known to man to be skinny; it just was not in the cards for me, and I’d come to terms with that fact. My body may not have been perfect, but I ate right, and I wasn’t lazy. It was just my luck I had a crappy metabolism that allowed me to maintain a softer, slightly rounder stomach. Did it frustrate me? Yes. I would’ve loved to be one of those women who ate anything they wanted and never gained a pound. However, life didn’t deal me that hand, and I’d become content with myself.

It’s true that having a boyfriend wasn’t the most important thing in life, but it sure was nice. I loved my time with Derrick. I didn’t need him to make me happy; I wanted it. Derrick made the sky bluer, chocolate taste sweeter, and the sun shine brighter, at least it seemed that way with him in my life. Prince Charming had nothing on this man. At times I became discouraged, but Derrick was there to make me laugh. Other than Cameron, no other man had told me I was beautiful in a way that made me believe it. He was practically perfect in every way, like a male version of Mary Poppins. Wow, that wasn’t sexy I guess, but if Derrick was one thing for sure, it was sexy.

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Amy McClung was born in Nashville, TN. She is the second oldest of four girls and occasionally suffers from middle-child syndrome. She met the love of her life online in August of 2004, on his birthday of all days, and married him in September 2005.

Currently they have no human children, only the room full of colorful robots that transform into vehicles and the large headed Pop Funkos who represent their favorite characters. Collecting movies, shot glasses, Pop Funkos, and dust bunnies are some of her favorite pastimes.

Amy began writing in September of 2011 and independently published her first YA novel, Cascades of Moonlight, Book one of the Parker Harris series the following May. Her first book was a means of therapy for her, enabling her to escape reality for a while during a difficult transition in her life.



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Saturday, May 20, 2017

New Release: Time for Love by Laura N. Andrew


Title: Time for Love
Series: Timeless Love, Book 2
Release Date: May 20, 2017
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Endearing and shy, Nicholas Edwards prefers to stay in most nights. On one of his rare evenings out, he meets confident businessman Caleb Roimata.

Although at first he seems arrogant, charming and irresistible Caleb encourages Nicholas to come out of his shell, and together they fall into a relationship full of passion and love.

When Caleb’s past causes doubts to rise and drama to unfold, will they be there for each other and be what the other needs?

And when all is said and done, will there still be... time for love?

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Canadian born Laura N. Andrews moved to Australia when she was three years old. When she finished high school, she successfully completed her studies in law enforcement. Since then, she's been working for over five years as a pharmacy assistant. When she's not working or spending time with family and friends, you can find her either curled up with a book or writing one of her own.



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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

RELEASE TOUR for ECHOES IN TIME by STACEY A. PURCELL


Echoes in Time
by Stacey A. Purcell
Series: Esterloch, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 14, 2017



AWAY FROM THE FRONT

Roark Foster kills at work. Truly. As a sniper for the Green Berets, he’s snuffed everything ever asked of him, including all emotion. That last part was easy. After the tragedies of his youth with a Native American heritage, his heart had to go—which makes it all the more difficult to return to Esterloch, NY, to settle the estate of his recently deceased mother. And to deal with the desperate stranger he finds lurking in his yard.

…AND INTO A MINEFIELD

Dr. Monica Peterson’s first step was to hide. That’s why she came to this tiny upstate town, fleeing everyone and everything to stay safe. Next will come Plan B, when she thinks of it, but until then her secrets will stay her own. Yet one intractable soldier calls out to her with his hard eyes and harder body, promising both solace and ineffable danger. For the past is not a war you can escape, and every step with Roark will lead toward an explosion: of old enemies, of hidden pain, and of a love that can erase all want.



They’re going to finish me this time.

Her face plowed into the soft, moist dirt. Leaves and twigs scraped her cheek, stinging, but seemed no more painful than a mosquito bite compared to the rest of her body. As quickly as she was pushed down face-first, her attacker flipped her over and slapped a large hand over her mouth. He straddled her while gathering her flailing arms easily with his other hand.

Please, she prayed, make it quick.

It was unlikely she’d survive another round of “persuasion.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gave up the struggle. Every move she made increased her pain quotient a thousand times. If they were going to kill her, she wouldn’t fight. Hair, dirt and leaves were flung across her face, blocking any sight of her attacker.

Good. She didn’t want to see him anyway.

She waited for a blow. Nothing came. Instead of giving her false hope, it made her sob louder. This sorry piece of work was playing with her. Making her wait.

“Shut up,” the man growled.

She couldn’t. No power on earth could make her stop crying. Pain and fear melded into an ugly cold instrument of torment.

He pushed down harder on her mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Tears flowed in earnest as she tried to shake the punishing hand off her mouth. She screamed through her throat. Agony invaded every molecule of her battered being, taking her beyond caring what was going to happen.

The man shifted his weight to sit more squarely on her chest while yanking her hands tighter in his. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

A bone moved. She jerked. Tortuous misery flashed across her chest and blessed darkness engulfed her.

****

“What? What the…” She had gone limp and stopped moving. “Hey.” He shook her hands to wake her. They fell to the side when he let go. She was out. The question was why. He hadn’t hurt her although he could have quite easily. For a burglar, she sucked.

Curiosity drove him to brush the tangled wad of leaves and hair off her face. He pulled the flashlight out of his pocket to get more light than what the measly porch light offered. He wanted a better look at his burglar. What he discovered shocked the hell out of him.

This girl looked more like an angel than a wood-clubbing thief. He pulled on his beard while he mulled over her finely arched eyebrows, high delicate cheekbones, skin like his mother’s porcelain china and soft, plump lips that begged to be kissed.

Whoa, Foster. Get your head off that track and back on to what you’re going to do with her.

A quick threat assessment told him she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. Why had she passed out? The way she screamed suggested pain and a lot of it. He knew he hadn’t caused it so the next step was to find the source. Everything checked out until he got to her stomach and rubbed against something rough underneath her shirt. He unbuttoned the cotton blouse and pushed it back.

Holy crap.

Someone or something had used this sweet little body as the end point of a wrecking ball and had beat the shit out of her. Purple and blue bruises bled out from under her makeshift bandage and bra. Her shoulder was swollen with four oval bruises, about an inch apart, covering the space beneath her clavicle.

Duct tape held her together. He’d seen some of the guys do this in the field to support busted ribs until they could get back to base and pain meds.

Confident she was no threat to his safety, he gently lifted her off the ground and headed into the house.

Even unconscious, her face tightened in a grimace as he jostled her in his arms. It must hurt like a motherf*)ker. Her head rolled into his chest making him catch his breath. She was…a woman. A good-looking woman. One, despite her condition and what she had been about to do, made him think about things he had no business thinking.

It had been far too long.

He shouldered open the front door and brought her straight to the couch, where he stretched her out. Before he called Todd to come haul her ass to jail, he wanted to find out what she thought she was doing. It was clear as a bell she wasn’t a career criminal and she had no survival skills to speak of. So why does a woman like this go sneaking around a house in the middle of a forest if she wasn’t looking to do a heist?

And why do it all banged up?

Too many questions and he wanted answers.

Roark took the stairs two at a time to snatch up his first aid kit. He grabbed the ammonia ampoule and headed back down. Maybe she had been in a car accident. Whatever happened, it did an ugly number on her.

He crushed the small container and waved it under her nose. She jerked her head back and forth to escape the noxious odor, but he followed so there was nothing she could do but breathe in the sharp chemical.

“No. Get away from me.” She slapped half-heartedly at his hand, a southern accent thick and slurry.
Once she came into contact with his body, her eyes flew open and there was no doubt of the message. Pure terror. Instead of struggling, she went still as if she were positioned to take a punch. Shallow pants increased in speed.

Broken ribs and abject fear were not a good combination.

“If you’re going to kill me, do it quickly. Please.” She stared at the screen door, refusing to look back at him.

“Kill you? What the hell?” He pulled on his beard. It was hard to decide where she fell on the crazy meter. “Did you escape from a hospital? Are you lost? Because if you’re a burglar, that was an epic failure.”

That did the trick. After a pause, she turned her head to look at him. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you here to kill me?”

“Okay. That’s it. You’ve got to be batshit crazy.” He headed to the phone to make the call he kicked himself for not making sooner. “Lady, you were the one sneaking around my mother’s house.” He punched in Todd Hutchins’s number, the new sheriff in Esterloch.

“Your mother’s…wait a minute. Are you Roark?”

“How do you know my name?” The phone buzzed in his ear with each unanswered ring.

“I’m Monica Peterson.”






Texas girl by birth, child of the world by choice.

While I was born in Texas, it was a momentary lay-over on our way back to Venezuela. My dad was in the oil industry and that allowed me to have my backyard in countries like Norway, Malaysia, Singapore, and Thailand. I never lived in the U.S. until my mom dropped me off for college in New Orleans. Talk about culture shock!

I earned my undergrad (French Literature and Education) and grad (Early Childhood Development) degrees from Tulane University. As soon as I finished, it was back off to Malaysia to teach! After that, I was on my way to work in Beijing when my grandfather became ill and I returned to Texas. I met my husband on an airplane and the rest is history. We now have two kids and hop planes whenever we can.

I've dabbled in writing my whole life. When I was a kid, I used to write and paint my own illustrations! The first "novel" I wrote (if you could call it that) was on hotel stationary while we spent the summer in London for my father's job. The hotel staff would slip me tons of extra pages so I could finish the story. A passion that led me to being published!







Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Blog Tour: Fight for Me by Kaithlin Shepherd


Title:  Fight For Me
Author:  Kaithlin Shepherd
Release Date:  April 22, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Cowboy Romance
Series:  Callaway Series #3
Cover Designer:  Claire Smith 
Publisher:  Hot Tree Publishing


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The responsible brother, John Callaway, spends most of his days locked away in his office, crunching numbers and placing orders. When a mysterious brunette rolls into town, he is immediately drawn to her. For a year, John has worked hard at earning her trust, hoping one day she’ll lower her walls enough to let him in.

Finally finding a home in Montana, Abby Johnson is the happiest she’s ever been working at the diner and spending time with the one person who’s shown her that good men exist. When her past catches up with her, Abby will have to trust the man she’s grown to care for to keep her safe, or she’ll risk losing everything.

Will her secret push John away or will Abby realize that love is always worth fighting for?



“I have to agree with Cole. From what I’ve seen these last few months, you do spend a lot of time locked away in there.” Her voice sent shivers down his spine. For such a little woman, she sure did have a big impact on his body and his heart. He turned his head and looked up at her. God, she was so beautiful smiling down at him.

“See, women are always right. Listen to Abby if you won’t listen to us.” Nick winked at Abby, and John fought the urge to punch his brother. The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself protective of her. He knew his brother wouldn’t make a move on Abby, but he couldn’t control the urge to knock out every man who looked at her.

“What did I just get in the middle of?” She looked so adorable between the four of them, smiling and slightly confused.

He just shook his head. “Nothing important. How are you?” he asked, hoping to change the subject before his brothers took it upon themselves to embarrass him.

She pushed a stray strand of her hair back behind her ear, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “I’m okay. How are you?”

“Busy, but good. Nothing to complain about.” It was the truth. Life was good. It hadn’t always been like that. Like every other family who depended on ranching, rough times were part of the deal. To run a ranch was an unpredictable business, and in the blink of an eye, it could all disappear. But at that moment, they were doing well and diversifying their revenue sources. He couldn’t ask for more.

“Good. So, are you guys having your usual?” One thing about small towns, everyone knew everything, including your food order.

“We are men of habit after all.” Nick charmed his way into the conversation.

She smiled at them, and God, John swore the gates to heaven opened. “All right, I’ll put the order in. Drew, I’ll tell Amanda you’re here. She’s been waiting for you.”

The smile on his brother’s face at the mention of his wife’s name could only be described as that of a man in love. “She can’t get enough of me. Thanks, darling.”

John looked up at Abby. “What time does your shift end?”

“Around three.” She was still so shy around him, and he loved it. It meant he had to work extra hard to get through her barriers, and if he was good at one thing, working hard was it.

“I’ll pick you up, and we can go look at those bed frames if you want.” He chose to ignore Nick’s snickering.

“That sounds perfect, thank you, John.” Every time someone asked him why he spent so much time with Abby, he wished they could see her face this very moment. That look was why he did it. He nodded silently and watched her leave, unable to tear his eyes away. Abby had curves in all right the places, and her hips had featured in more than one fantasy.

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Kaithlin Shepherd is the author of The Callaway Series, The Brass Series and The Saints and Sinners series. 

Born and raised in Canada by a working single mom and a loving grandmother, Kaithlin surrounded herself with novels by Danielle Steele and Nora Roberts provided by her grandmother. Kaithlin quickly fell in love with reading. It was in high school, thanks to an English teacher, that Kaithlin wrote her first story (although if you ask for it, she will deny ever writing it) about a popular boy band. Inspired by constructive criticism, Kaithlin spent some time developing her love affair with words through more reading than someone would think possible.

After pursuing a higher education, Kaithlin sat down with a pen and paper and decided to give writing a shot. With no false hope in mind, her first novel, Make Me Whole, slowly came to life. Putting fear and doubt aside, Kaithlin has published five books to date, and has eleven more set to be published in the next two years.

Fueled by coffee and a wild imagination, Kaithlin spends her days working her day job (we’ll leave you wondering) and her nights writing love stories with a little side of sexiness.



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