Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Betrayal


Title: Betrayal
Series: Royal Blood
Genre: NA Paranormal
Publisher: Pennedit
Cover Artist: EmCat Designs
Release Date: 12/16/14



Synopsis:

The life of a vampire is never easy.

According to prophesy, ten vessels will join together to defeat evil and save the world from destruction.  Makinzee is one of those vessels but now she’s been kidnapped by a crazed vampire.

Damion knows that with her out of the picture he can fulfill his plan of taking over the world.

Serienna has the ability to dream walk to her but will they be able to find her location if Makinzee doesn’t even know where she’s being held hostage?


Things are starting to get strange and Nickoli is beginning to wonder who he can trust. He will stop at nothing to bring his soul mate back safely.


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About the Authors:
Teresa grew up in Oklahoma and developed a love for reading and writing at an early age. She currently resides in Virginia and is the mother of two wonderful boys. Her inspiration comes from her family. She would like to give a special thanks to her Mom, Dad, her twin Chumeica, her grandmother for believing in her even when others didn’t, Tich for encouraging her to take that first step in publishing, and especially her two boys.

Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five. Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas. She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories. “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.” Tich never thought of publishing her works until working with Teresa on the Royal Blood series.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Ruby by Jettie Necole ~ Excerpts and Review Snippets



Excerpt 1:
She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her.
"Ahh," he sighed. "Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange."
She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared at her with large, black eyes, like those of a bird, she thought. His thin, black hair fell past his chin, making him appear delicate, almost beautiful. His lips curved to a smile.
"I find you just as beautiful, my dear," he said.
His statement shocked her; it was as if he'd read her thoughts.
"Yes, I know what you think presently, but…." He paused for a moment. "Not all of them. You keep something hidden from me. Hmm, how strange. Very well. It seems you are more interesting than I first thought."
"What is it that you want?" she spat out.
"Oh, please do not start with that nonsense," he chided. "My plans are not for you to know. However, I will assure you that now I have seen you, I plan to keep you, at least for a while."

Excerpt 2:
Ruby studied the man's attire. His black coat was soaked. He must have been caught in the wind and rain, she noted. The clothing was basic, nothing impressive. He is impressive, though, she thought. His disheveled appearance could not hide his attractive qualities. And at first sight she could have sworn she'd come upon a character from one of her books¬¬—the gallant prince turned pirate. Perhaps it was his tall, strong form and unshaven face that gave him such a roguish appearance. It also wasn't hard to look into his blue eyes, which peered out from beneath his lengthy wet mop of black hair.
His deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Do you usually keep your visitors waiting?"
"Not the visitors I have been expecting," she remarked with a smile.
"It seems that you've tortured me long enough," he said with a wink.
"I think the rain has done more than I," she mocked, motioning toward his apparel.
He remembered his appearance and ran a hand through his damp hair. He felt nervous and didn't understand why. "Please excuse my appearance," he apologized.



Review Snippets:

"The writing is very detailed and the book is nice and long and has a lot of meat on its bones. The characters are very nuanced and each character is a work of art. There are lots of plot twists and turns. It starts out like any historical romance and then takes a hard left turn – if you've ever seen or read “The Hunt for Red October,” then you might say Necole is a master user of “Crazy Ivans.”
-Danielle Goodwin
"Once I started reading I was completely absorbed and hooked. Jettie Necole weaves an intriguing and detailed story of Regency England where Vampires and other unnatural creatures roam the night undetected by normals."
-Joy for Crystal's Many Reviewers
"It was a fast paced book with love, mystery, suspense, and even some funny laugh out loud moments."
-Tonya Nichols @ Eye Candy Bookstore
"The storyline was unique and engaging. It blended history, paranormal, romance, and suspense beautifully creating a wonderful masterpiece. There is also plenty of action and drama to keep you on the edge of your seat and flipping page after page wondering what happens next."
-Ashley Martinez

"Twists and turns I never saw coming had me gripping my kindle for dear life waiting to see what happened next. Not to mention the young men in this book, Fredrick & Druvirro, mysterious yet handsome. The ending got me good, begging for more."
-panty dropping book blog~~brittany




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Friday, November 14, 2014

Devada ~ New Cover Reveal


Title: Devada
Series: Angels & Demons
Author: Tich Brewster
Photographer: K Keeton Designs
Publisher: Pennedit
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Synopsis:

Angels and demons, God and Satan, heaven and hell. What do you do when you find out that these things are not some made-up fantasy but they are real? Not only are they real but you discover that you were created to fight in this warfare.

Hannah's life is turned upside down when she discovers that everything she thought was fictional is actually real. Everyone she loves is in danger and to top it off, she learns that she is a Devada. She was created to kill demons.


Will she be able to learn and master her Devada abilities before the demons find her?


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Author Bio:
Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five.  Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas.  She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories.  “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.”  Tich never thought of publishing her works until working with Teresa on the Royal Blood series.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Betrayal ~ Cover Reveal


Title: Betrayal
Series: Royal Blood
Genre: NA Paranormal
Publisher: Pennedit
Cover Artist: EmCat Designs
Release Date: TBD


Synopsis:

The life of a vampire is never easy.

According to prophesy, ten vessels will join together to defeat evil and save the world from destruction.  Makinzee is one of those vessels but now she’s been kidnapped by a crazed vampire.

Damion knows that with her out of the picture he can fulfill his plan of taking over the world.

Serienna has the ability to dream walk to her but will they be able to find her location if Makinzee doesn’t even know where she’s being held hostage?


Things are starting to get strange and Nickoli is beginning to wonder who he can trust. He will stop at nothing to bring his soul mate back safely.




About the Authors:




Teresa grew up in Oklahoma and developed a love for reading and writing at an early age. She currently resides in Virginia and is the mother of two wonderful boys. Her inspiration comes from her family. She would like to give a special thanks to her Mom, Dad, her twin Chumeica, her grandmother for believing in her even when others didn’t, Tich for encouraging her to take that first step in publishing, and especially her two boys.






Tich is an Oklahoma resident and the mother of five. Her passion for reading started at an early age when her Aunt Vicky gave her the novel Heidi for Christmas. She didn’t start writing until middle school, after being inspired by her best friend’s short stories. “Genny’s stories weren’t just great but they inspired me to put my pen and paper to good use.” Tich never thought of publishing her works until working with Teresa on the Royal Blood series.

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Ruby by Jettie Necole


NEW ADULT PARANORMAL ROMANCE 

A historical romance begins to blossom around Lady Ruby Waterfield, but family secrets and unpredictable suitors expose a world of supernatural creatures—ancient enemies bound by war: vampires and warlocks. 

Set in 1811 England, Ruby finally attends her first London Season at the age of eighteen. After departing from her safe, secluded childhood in the country, she quickly discovers that taking her rightful place among the aristocracy is the least of her worries after she becomes the target of a vindictive vampire. Determined to learn the truth about her family bloodlines, this clever debutante must navigate her pursuit while two gentlemen—one, her loyal best friend; the other, a mysteriously handsome stranger—grow increasingly tied to her future. From the dark alleys of Covent Garden to the lavish balls of the high society ton, clandestine agendas leave Ruby's heart exposed to a dangerous new world of mystery, magic, and love. 

Ruby is the first novel in the Tree of Blood series that takes root in exposing the origins of supernatural bloodlines. 

Ruby unites the seductive and sinister actions of the supernatural with the allure and elegance of a Regency romance. 


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Jettie Necole was born and raised in Kentucky, she spent most of her time daydreaming, taking photos, shooting movies, reading and watching Star Trek and Highlander. Having a passion for the art of storytelling and the dynamics of film production, she earned a bachelor’s degree in Film & Television from the University of Texas at Austin, during which she wrote, directed, and edited her own films. After graduation she moved to Los Angeles where she worked in the Film and Television industry. Currently she lives in Kentucky with her husband and their fluffy Goldendoodle named Oliver.

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Intern ~ Book Blast

The InternTitle:  The Intern 
Author:   Gabrielle Tozer
Genre: New Adult
Publish Date:   10/1/14
Publisher: Harper 360
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.  



  ~ Book Synopsis ~ 
 Seventeen-year-old Josie is studying journalism and ends up at Sash magazine to do an internship. Josie has little enthusiasm for fashion and wants to be a serious journalist. But she has little choice. It’s Sash or the local cat fancier’s magazine. Once at Sash, Josie comes to grips with the fact that the fashion industry isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Plus she has to contend with her fellow interns and the editor, Rae, who is in charge and arbitrary - one day Josie’s her hot new favorite, the next, who knows? Country girl Josie also has to get used to living in the city, and sharing a small flat with her cousin Tim, and his hotter-than-hot roommate James, is an education. Things come to a head at Sash when Josie manages to connect with Billy, a troubled rock star. But a disastrous episode at a nightclub and the fallout on social media causes Josie to wake up and see the real person behind his glamorous front. Josie starts to wonder if she’ll ever get the journalistic break she longs for …

Excerpt

Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every
nickname in the world for my boobs — oops, nearly
forgot jubblies — but it didn’t change the fact they were
small. Embarrassingly small. Think grapes over melons,
fun-size bags over fun bags, shot glasses over jugs.
Which was why I shouldn’t have been surprised when
my boobs were the catalyst for squeals of laughter from
my younger sister, Kat, on the eve before an important
day. A Very Important Day.
‘Geez, put those puppies away,’ Kat smirked from my
bedroom doorway. ‘Some of us haven’t had lunch yet and
I’d hate to lose my appetite.’
I paused from rifling through piles of crumpled clothes
on my bed. ‘What? I don’t know what you —’
‘Just look down,’ said Kat, tossing her jet-black
ponytail. I hated when she did that.
Following her instructions, I looked down and saw
my left nipple peeking out of my bra. ‘Argh!’ I yelped,
yanking at the faded material. ‘Kat, get out! Get out!’
Kat cackled, then plonked onto my bed, squashing the
heaving mass of clothes. Too tired to argue, I sat down
next to her and double-checked that my boob hadn’t
made another escape.
Kat fussed with her thick fringe. ‘So, found something
to wear tomorrow, Jose?’
Broken shoes, stained shirts and fraying dresses burst
from the wardrobe, spilling into an unwearable mess. A
personal stylist would’ve come in handy to tell me why
I shouldn’t tape my sneakers together instead of buying
a new pair, and how to dress like a normal seventeenalmost-
eighteen-year-old.
‘Yep. Well, maybe. Probably. No. I’m screwed. My
sister just saw my boob and I’m screwed.’
Cursing, I lay back on the bed. Kat reapplied her gloss.
It smelled of cherries, reminiscent of summery desserts.
‘Hey Jose?’ she said.
‘Yeah?’
‘I won’t tell anyone I saw your boob.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Well, except Tye,’ Kat added. ‘I tell him everything.
You know, boyfriend rules and all that.’
I sighed. One of those melodramatic I-hate-my-life
sighs, where the air rushed up from the depths of my
stomach and exploded with a raging ‘whoosh’. But if Kat
noticed, she didn’t show it.
‘Hey Jose?’ she said again.
‘Yeah?’
‘You’re going to have to look amazing tomorrow, you
know?’
‘I know.’ I know. I know. I know.
Amaaaazing. Seriously, tomorrow’s important. Mum’s
been yabbering to everyone about it.’
‘Heard you the first time.’
During the past few weeks, Kat had been firing off
tips about the Very Important Day. Wear this, don’t
wear that, do this, don’t do that, say this, don’t say
that. I knew she was trying to help me reduce the risk
of embarrassing myself, but it only made me more
panicked. You see, life loved handing me something
amazing, only to backhand me almost straight after.
It had always been that way. In Year Eight, after my
first kiss, the delectable Pete Jordan vomited from
food poisoning and hadn’t spoken to me since. At Year
Ten presentation night, I was named ‘Most Likely
To Succeed’, only to faceplant the ground as I walked
back to my seat. Some moron recorded my historic fall,
making me an overnight YouTube sensation. I won’t
even go into what happened at my Year Twelve formal,
although it involved a spiked punch bowl, ninety rolls
of toilet paper and a paddock of mud. I don’t know why
I thought the next day — the Very Important Day —
would be any different, but I was counting on a fairygodmother-
shaped miracle.
Most girls I knew, like Kat, spent their allowances or
pay on make-up, jewellery, fashion, music, phone credit
and magazines.
For me, magazines were a sparkly fantasy filled with
smiling, shiny people who looked too happy all the time.
That didn’t stop me from leafing through Kat’s magazines
when she was out, but instead of checking out the fashion
I was reading the feature stories, scoping out who wrote
them and looking for spelling mistakes.
I’d studied hard at high school for six years because
I was destined to be a news journalist at a newspaper
or radio station. So it had come as a huge shock to
everyone, including me, to discover I would be interning
at a magazine as part of my uni degree’s second semester
And not just any magazine. I’d been signed up to
(translation: pushed into) a one-day-a-week internship
at one of the hottest women’s magazines in the country,
Sash.
When I told Kat my news, she was thirteen per cent
excited for me and eighty-seven per cent envious. In her
world, my inability to use a curling iron meant I didn’t
deserve the intern position. Her warning of ‘Don’t say
anything stupid to the Sash girls and ruin my chances of
working there one day’ hadn’t filled me with confidence.
Unless I underwent the world’s first personality transplant
between here and the city, I knew I’d find a way to put my
high-heeled foot in it.
Kat picked up a ratty floral dress from the top of the
pile and threw it into the bin near my desk.
‘Hey! What are you doing?’ I said. ‘I’ve had that for
ages.’
‘Exactly,’ she shot back, rolling her blue eyes in a flurry
of mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow. ‘Tomorrow you
need to look hot and cool. You can’t wear your crappy
old clothes at a place like that. Now, here’s what I’m
thinking …’
I sighed and tuned out. I couldn’t handle another
one of Kat’s pep talks where she criticised my worn-out
sandals, mismatched socks, lack of bold lipstick, split
ends and under-plucked brows.
‘… so come on, it’s makeover time. We’re getting our
shop on,’ barked Kat, unaware that I’d been ignoring her
rant.
‘I’ll sort it. Trust me.’
Grunting in disbelief, Kat held up a daggy blue skirt
and waved it around. ‘This opportunity is wasted on
you — and your small boobs!’
She threw the skirt back onto the bed and stormed out,
her ponytail whipping behind her. I heard her bedroom
door slam — twice, just in case I missed the first. I held
the skirt up against my lower body and took in the
reflection grimacing back at me. Mousy brown hair,
scruffy but fine. Eyes, green and wide, easily my favourite
feature. Eyebrows, semi-unruly but manageable. Lips,
pouty and pink, no major complaints but occasionally
clownish. Nose, free from any wart-like protrusions so
doing okay. Boobs, small in size — obviously — but
apparently confident enough to jump free of brassiere at a
whim. Everything from the waist down blurred together:
hips, thighs and legs were all … just there.
I gazed at the skirt. Sure, I’d owned it for five years,
and it was a hand-me-down from my weird cousin
Tracey, but it was all I had. I needed another opinion.
‘Mum, can you come here for a sec?’
Moments later, Mum appeared in the doorway,
balancing an overflowing washing basket on one hip
and holding a bag of pegs. Her shaggy brown hair was
pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck and held
with a rusty peg. A fresh yellow daisy played peekaboo
from behind her right ear. Mum loved plucking flowers
from the garden and wearing them until they wilted.
Her dress — another bargain from the op shop — had
faded to a musky pink and clung to her body in all the
wrong places. But none of these things detracted from
her pretty features, which glowed without even a hint of
foundation, blush or mascara.
‘Yes, love?’ she asked, readjusting the basket on her
hip.
I held up the skirt. ‘How hideous is this? Would you
say it’s send-me-home-to-change hideous or let-me-staybut-
bitch-about-me-behind-my-back hideous?’
Mum shrugged, then patted me on the shoulder.
‘Josephine Browning, you always look gorgeous.’
‘You have to say that.’
‘Not true. When you were a child you had enormous
ears — reminded me of a baby elephant — and I was the
first person to point them out.’
‘Mum!’
‘But I do like that skirt.’
‘Kat reckons I need a new outfit — new dress, heels,
the works. You know, for tomorrow.’
‘Wait, is that my skirt? I thought I’d passed it on to
your cousin Tracey. I should’ve hung onto it if it’s back in
fashion, love.’
I forced a smile. Kat’s outburst about my lack of
options suddenly didn’t seem so hysterical. It was time to
admit defeat to the self-proclaimed fashion queen of the
house, which ranked number two on my Things I Hate
To Do List. (Number one: cross-country running.)
I knocked on Kat’s bedroom door with its Stay Out
sign sticky-taped above the doorknob. Rock music
pounded from within and I imagined her writing in her
diary about her ugly, frumpy, older sister. Either that, or
sneaking out the window to meet up with Tye. I doubted
she was dabbling in the rare option of cleaning her room,
although when it came to Kat I could never be sure.
The door cracked open. ‘Whaddya want?’
‘Um, what were you saying about the shops?’
‘Not another word, I hear your unfashionable cries
for help loud and clear,’ said Kat, scooping up a handbag
from the floor and swinging it over her shoulder. ‘Get
your wallet, Jose, because when we’re done you’re
definitely going to need it.’
I looked like a tarted-up pageant queen. As I stared into
the full-length mirror, all I could see was big green eyes,
big pink mouth, big bold jewellery, big bright patterns
and big high-heeled shoes. Everything was big, right
down to the price tags. I smelled like a perfumery and my
face itched from the foundation and bronzer caking my
skin. Kat beamed, admiring her work. She’d taken me on
a whirlwind tour of the department store, trialling makeup
products at every counter. Before I could stop her, she
called out to a saleswoman who was hovering nearby.
‘She looks amazing, right? Like, amazing,’ Kat said.
‘Oh yeah, amazing,’ gushed the woman, fuelled by the
anticipation of a sale. ‘Hon, you should seriously get that
whole outfit.’
I blushed, reminded of when Mum took me to buy my
first bra in Year Six and invited the shop owner into the
change room to admire my ‘growing buds’. Like Mum,
Kat had the intuition of a dead caterpillar when it came
to sensing my discomfort. I squeezed my wallet a little
tighter as the saleswoman circled me, eyeing me up and
down. She’d detected my fear the moment we’d walked
into the store and I’d cried out, ‘Is that a belt or a skirt?’
Mentally, I double-locked my piggy bank and buried it in
a safe three hundred metres below ground level, complete
with security guards and CCTV cameras.
I snuck another peek in the mirror and cringed at the
loud colours competing for my attention. The dress felt
tight, but Kat was convinced it fitted perfectly. I had to
admit, it was creating curves in places usually hidden by
baggy T-shirts or baby-doll dresses.
To my right, a mannequin wearing the same outfit,
down to the bright yellow peep-toes, was looking rather
fashionable. ‘How do you do it?’ I muttered to her.
‘Okay, I’ll say it: this is the best you’ve ever looked,’
said Kat. ‘Wear this tomorrow and you’ll kill it. That
dress is hot.’
‘Weren’t we aiming for hot and cool?’
Kat rolled her eyes. ‘Let’s not go crazy, Jose. It is you
we’re talking about.’
The saleswoman cleared her throat. ‘So do you want
to pay with cash or credit, hon?’
I ran through my wardrobe options at home one final
time. A montage of outdated playsuits, daggy dresses
and worn shoes danced in my mind, the blue skirt at the
forefront. I had no choice: I was getting the outfit.
‘Cash, thanks.’
I handed over the crumpled notes. There was no

turning back now.


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  Author Photo_GABRIELLE TOZERAbout the Author: Gabrielle Tozer is a senior features writer who has edited, sub-edited and written for several magazines, newspapers and anthologies throughout the past decade. In addition to Gabrielle’s work on Dolly, Cosmopolitan, DisneyGiRL, Mamamia and FamilyFun, she has also written for creative journals such as GOfish and Take It As Red. Born and bred in regional New South Wales, Gabrielle now works at Pacific Magazines and lives in the heart of Sydney.  

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