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Saturday, 28 February 2015

Promo Blitz: Siri's Heart (Siri's Saga #1) by Jessika Klide + teasers

Title: Siri's Heart (Siri's Saga #1)
Author: Jessika Klide

Siri Wright, 24, lives a life most people only dream of
or does she?  On the surface, she is a successful Vegas exotic dancer
and erotic entertainer surrounded by sex, but underneath the glittering lifestyle,
she protects a secret so big she is forced to live isolated and alone.

Returning to Alabama for a family emergency, she meets a gorgeous, helicopter pilot,
Moore, who makes her body come alive with passion.
Mindful not to be labeled a whore, she flirts, teasing him, and
he plays along, watching and waiting, biding his time. 

Until the night of the cocktail party, when everything changes.
The cock and tail sex party, that is.
When lies are told and revelations unfold.
Where secrets and confessions are whispered.  

Theirs is a whirlwind, twisting, turning journey filled with
intrigue, romance and hot sex amid self discovery.

Jessika Klide burst onto the erotic scene in 2014 with her debut novel, Siri’s Heart, Book 1 in Siri’s Saga. It reached #6 on Amazon’s Best Seller list under Erotica Urban and #18 under Women’s Adventure in less than two months. Her chosen genre is New Adult Erotic Romance. The stories she writes are about true love, with lots of kinky erotica sprinkled throughout and more than one happy ending. 

Jessika Klide uses a pen name and explains the reason why this way. "I’m from LA ... Lower Alabama. The Deep South! Since I write erotic romance, and my mind is super slutty, it’s just better to use a pen name. Trust me on this! ;)" 

Jessika married her high school sweetheart. It was love at first sight for her and she is still madly, deeply, truly in love with him. They have raised two beautiful boys, live in the country, and love to bass fish together. She grew up wearing cowboy boots and riding horses. She spends her time these days between their business and writing.

Blog Tour: The Chalice Of Kari (The Daguronian Chronicles) by Cahira O'Donnell + playlist + giveaway

Chalice of Kari

Title: The Chalice of Kari
Series: The Daguronian Chronicles Book One
Author: Cahira O'Donnell
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2015


Better to Die 

Exploited by the government for her psychic gifts, Kahara Mitchell has unwittingly been trained as a deadly assassin. Unwilling to be used to kill innocents, she goes AWOL until her journey ends with her dying – buried under rubble in the wake of a tsunami. At her darkest hour, Lords Rom and Rah Andor, mirror twins from another galaxy rescue her – taking her to their intergalactic fleet where they heal and court her, determined to make her their own.  

To Die For 

Karinian Lords, Rom and Rah Andor are the co-ruling kings of the entire Daguronian Sector. They have waited over nine hundred years to find their destined mate. Now the two gigantic alien warriors must win Kahara’s love and willingness to bond, or die trying. Conspiracies abound to sabotage the triad union in an attempt to destroy the brothers and take down House Kari. 

The Mission 

The royal triad is prophesized to be the powerful force uncovering an ancient exploitive system that has driven many races to near extinction. But to do so, the protective brothers must allow their beloved mate to endanger herself as she uses her gifts fighting by their side in a war that determines the destiny of galaxies.

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Play List

“Desert Rose” and “Fields of Gold” by Sting
“Time to Say Goodbye” by Sarah Brightman Andrea Bocelli
“Please Forgive Me” and “Everything I Do” by Brian Adams
“How am I Supposed to Live Without You” by Michael Bolton

“I’ll be There For You” and “Always” by Bon Jovi

About the Author

Kayla ODonnell-blueHaving been brought up overseas and living with local families in many cultures, Cahira O’Donnell has a rich history to draw upon. Throughout her life and her travels she has been a dedicated student of shamanism and an explorer of the esoteric realms. Being psychic herself, Cahira’s real-life experiences with the supernatural infuses her paranormal romance writing with profound accuracy. Armed with her history, combined with a degree in Psychology and a deep understanding of human nature, Cahira creates stories that are engaging, dynamic, realistic and boldly erotic. Cahira now lives in the beautiful mountains of Colorado where she enjoys a quiet home, beautiful scenery and immersing herself in the art of storytelling. 

To learn more about Cahira and her novels visit:


Review Tour: Fire Down Below by Debra Anastasia + 5* review + excerpt

Dove Glitch is embarrassed about everything above her knees and below her belly button. When she has to fill a delicate, embarrassing prescription the last thing she needs is a sexy-as-hell (and brand spanking new) pharmacist behind the counter.

Johnson Fitzwell’s first day of his dream career also happens to coincide with the exact moment Dove needs her feminine meds filled. His glorious voice is way too loud–as in, he should be counting down the hits with Ryan Seacrest kind of loud. Thanks to Johnson’s handsome face and gorgeous jaw line, Dove dives headlong into her waking nightmare and asks for a vagina-scented cream.

How could she not fall for him? Dove's only active goal now is to get Johnson to kiss her right on the lips. Either set. However, his horrible girlfriend is one of many obstacles preventing her from making that fantasy a reality. When Dove defends Johnson in the most unhygienic, unconventionally gross way in the middle of a crowded restaurant, their tender, slightly tantric relationship is off to a galloping, farting start.

Each print copy of this book will be dipped in holy water by my mom, and glared at by my father as he purses his lips. Neither will help. So, drop your pants and turn to the left and cough. I hope you're not allergic to latex, because it’s time to fill your prescription. Anally.


Andrea's Review
*ARC received in return for an honest review

WARNING: This book is full of crap, quite literally as well as other embarrassing bodily functions and body fluids. Read at your own risk.

If you ever want to know what goes through the mind of a crazy lady, then read Fire Down Below by Debra Anastasia. Poking around in her head is a psychiatrist's wet dream! I said poking *giggles*

I cannot believe what I've just read and what's more I freakin loved it!! 
There, I said it. *takes huge deep breath and stands up* My name is Andrea, I read Fire Down Below by Debra Anastasia and loved it. Shit! What does that say about me? I'm as disturbed as Debra, get the straight jacket now.

Okay now my confession is out of the way and my therapy sessions are booked I'll try and review Fire Down Below.

This book should not work on ANY level but it does. I have laughed until tears rolled down my cheeks even when I felt my nose curl, involuntarily, in distaste but with all that in mind I have loved reading every word of this SICK & TWISTED (this is said with love, honestly) but bloody hilarious and brilliant book. I couldn't put it down, it was definitely a page turner.
Debra, I salute you. You truly are an author with balls. You have crack me up with the colourful way you have with words, I loved the way you unmercifully and ridiculously sent you and your hubby up. It was all made up wasn't it? Please tell me it was!

Dove lives in an apartment building along with a few weird and crazy tennants, including the sex crazy, porn author Debra Anastasia and her hairy Italian stud of a husband. Yes, you read this correctly, it's not a mis print. 
We also have Duke, the downstairs neighbour, who's front door is always open which is unnerving as he's usually wandering about in some state of undress and either trying out his latest useless purchase from craigslist or trying to fit a small kitten in his underpants. Again, this is not a mis print. 
Duke is foul mouthed, has filthy dirty habits, like trapping Dove under a blanket to breath in the smell of a methane fart (and that's one of the tamer ones!), crude and has the wickedest school boy sense of humour. He brought tears to my eyes, I laughed so much, especially at the dick piercing scene (no spoilers I promise) I freakin' loved him! #TeamDuke

All Duke wanted to do was help Dove in trying to get a date with her sexy pharmacist but it nearly always went wrong, resulting in embarrassment for Dove, Duke in the doghouse and me doubled over in side splitting laughter.

Although I laughed all the way through Fire Down Below it did make me sad in places for a certain person (again, no spoilers). Debra leaves us at the end of the story desperately waiting for the next book, winter has never seemed so far away. 

Join Dove and her wonderful bat-shit crazy friends and share in their distasterous and hilarious attempts to help in her win the heart of her dreamy pharmacist, Johnson Fitzwell. Oh, what I wouldn't give to see this on the big screen. 

I can't recommend this book highly enough. 1-click today. Go on, I dare you...go on!!!

Andrea gives this a rating of...

Oh God. We’re talking about me being naked, in the shower with cooter cream. Please world, end. Kill me.
“I know it’s not soap. I just… if it’s scented… I can’t do scented. Flowers and stuff like that. Fruit-flavored soaps make… things… burnish.” She could tell from the peeks at his face Mr. Fitzwell had never stepped foot in bath and lotion store, wanting to try the array of fun fragrances. Nor had he purchased Peppermint Candy shower gel, foamed up his nether regions, and felt like he had dipped them in lava. Dove crossed and uncrossed her legs at the memory.
Mr. Fitzwell seemed concerned. “Okay, just a heads-up. It’s definitely not good to put any fruits or plant life near your genitals.” He made a V with his hands and formed his own pretend vagina in front of his pants.
Dove covered her eyes and tried to defend herself because now she could hear the sickly older woman beating her supporters with a purse.
Dove’s mumbling got louder with her embarrassment. “I don’t put weird things down… there. Just make sure that the cream’s vagina-scented. Just plain. For vaginas.” She kept her eyes on the counter.  

There are a lot of eyes in Debra Anastasia’s house in Maryland. First, her own creepy peepers are there, staring at her computer screen. She’s made two more sets of eyes with her body, and the kids they belong to are amazing. The poor husband is still looking at her after 17 years of marriage. At least he likes to laugh. Then the freaking dogs are looking at her—six eyeballs altogether, though the old dog is blind. And the cat watches her too, mostly while knocking stuff off the counter and doing that internal kitty laugh when Deb can’t catch the items fast enough.

Debra has a smattering of books in a few genres. There are two in the Seraphim Series and three in the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood Series with a prequel, Poughkeepsie Begins in the near future. Fire Down Below is the first in the comedic Gynzaule Series. The second, Fire in the Hole, will be published in late 2015. The Revenger, a dark paranormal romance will debut this summer. And last, a novella called Late Night with Andres is special because 100% of the proceeds go to breast cancer research. (So go get it right now, please!) 
You can find her at and on Twitter @Debra_Anastasia. But be prepared...

Friday, 27 February 2015

Cover Reveal: Getting Dirty by Mia Storm + excerpt + giveaway

Title: Getting Dirty
Author: Mia Storm
Release Date: March 19, 2015

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?

"A thousand and one feels...Getting Dirty is a thrilling, tantalizing forbidden romance you do not want to miss! I not only devoured this book, it devoured me right back!"--Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling Author of REAL


“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.”

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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Cover Reveal: Adrenaline by Sunnive Dee + excerpt + giveaway

Title: Adrenaline
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 30, 2015
Cover Design: CT Cover Creations



Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!

I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush. 

Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.

To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?


With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.

We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.



Sex is a dance with her. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

There’s no move she makes I don’t preempt. When it’s new, I follow. When I’m different, she forms to me. She was the ground I walked on. The air I worshipped. The first years together she was my everything.
With Ingela, sex is love. It is guilt over not giving her what she’s worthy of.

This girl. She deserves so much. And I?

I don’t have it all.

The way she looks at me. It’s knives sharpened and twisting in my gut because the extent of her love is beyond my capacity. I tell her again, for the seventh time in five years, what the answer always must be:

“Ingela, I can’t. You are the best person I know. You deserve someone with the chops to love you hard and forever. I’m not that man.”

Again, I’ve reduced her to this; her body, the one I just took to the skies in ecstasy, wrecks with grief. This is why tonight is the last time we break up. I hate myself. I have to accept that I can’t make her happy.

It’s time I quit chickening out, quit running back to her over a bleak fling and whenever I need solace. To me, she’s comfort and familiarity. I’ll never stop loving Inga.

But to her, I’m still everything.

About The Author

Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014!
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!

Blog Tour: Fighting Silence (On The Ropes #1) by Aly Martinez + excerpt + giveaway

Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez's newest fighter series! 

fighting silence.jpg
Title: Fighting Silence (On The Ropes #1)
Author: Aly Martinez
Release Date: February 23, 2015
Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine.  I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.

Amazon US | Amazon UK


"That wasn't yours to take away," he exploded into the otherwise silent night. His words echoed off the surrounding buildings, each wave slicing me to the quick all over again. "That was our place. Not yours." His voice cracked right alongside my heart.
"Yeah, well, there was a lot of stuff that wasn't yours to take either." I held his gaze, desperately trying to be strong, but as his eyes grew wide, I whimpered.
His long legs strode forward, stopping only inches away from me. He was crowding me, but he still leaned in closer to my face. "There is nothing in this world that was ever more mine than you," he stated. Though it was the absolute truth, I wished with all my heart that it were a lie.
"Till," I cried, swiping the tears from my eyes.
"Why!" he shouted, causing his muscles to tense under the force. "Goddamn it! I needed that place."
Porch lights flashed on from the surrounding apartments, illuminating not only the dark but also my rage.
I shoved my hands into his chest. "What about what I needed? You left! I waited in that fucking apartment for weeks."
He didn't budge, but my bare feet slipped, sending me toward the ground. Impossibly fast, Till's hand snaked out and caught my arm. I didn't let his chivalrous gesture douse my fire. I had six months’ worth of words to say to the man I was irrevocably in love with.
"You took what you wanted. Then you left me."
"Doodle," he whispered.
I had been perilously close to the edge of insanity, and with one single word, he’d pushed me over.
I lost it completely.
Pounding my fists against his chest, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "It's Eliza! My name is fucking Eliza! Not Doodle!" I spun to march away, but Till's arms folded around me, lifting me off my feet to restrain me.
I was miniscule compared to him. There was no use in fighting, but I still kicked my legs, irrationally desperate to get away from him—but only because I knew I couldn't keep him for forever.

"Stop it!" he growled into my ear. "I know your Goddamn name—probably better than I know my own."

About the Author

aly martinez.jpgBorn and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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