Monday, July 11, 2016

RELEASE BLITZ: Filthy English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

A smokin’ hot British player…

A jilted girl…

One night of mistaken identity…

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*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*

Blurb

Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party.

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education.

When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.

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VERY BAD THINGS

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VERY TWISTED THINGS

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COVER REVEAL: Interference by Mignon Mikel

Interference

by Mignon Mykel Prescott#1 Publication Date: August 8, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Synopsis: Hockey’s most eligible bachelor must run interference to get the one girl he can’t have.

Sydney: I’d never even heard of Caleb Prescott, God’s gift to hockey. Who watches hockey anyways? Not me, I’m too busy with college and work. My part-time just for fun job has now asked me to recruit this player for a new dating show. Sounds easy enough. . .until he insists I become part of the show. Caleb: I only agreed to compete on the dating show to get closer to Sydney—the redhead pixie I’d do anything to see again. But unlike the women competing for my affection, or the puck bunnies desperate for my attention, Sydney isn’t impressed by my hockey skills. I never miss a shot, I don’t care if she calls interference, I’ll do anything to win her heart.

EXCERPT

Caleb I shouldn’t have gone out last night with Jonny. I pulled my pillow from under my head and, face planting into the mattress, and pushed the sides as close to my ears as possible. Anything to block out the annoying ring of my cell phone. Last night the San Diego Enforcers, the team my brother and I played for, won. As was tradition, Jon Jon and I went out on the town. Sometimes the other guys on the team would come along but for the most part, it was just me and the brother. Back in midgets, mom would take us to McDonald’s; in college, the one year he and I were there at the same time, we would party in my dorm. Now, we went out, partied long and hard, and of course, shut it down. Most of the bartenders looked the other way with Jonny’s age; we knew which places to go to and which bartenders worked what nights. We could always find a good time. Both Jonny and I had been drafted to San Diego. During my senior year of college, Jonny’s freshman year, we both walked into training camp as college kids with great stats, and walked out with spots on the roster. Sure, the Prescott name means something to the organization, but Jonny was a damn good goaltender, and my stats were better than dad’s in the respect he didn’t touch majors until he was in his mid-twenties, having played in the American league for a few years beforehand. Last night’s win meant the Enforcers were that much closer to Sir Stanley and his Cup. Finals were well within our reach. All we had to do was win Tuesday night’s game and we’d make it into the next round. It was a close series, but the odds were in our favor. With Jonny in net, Vegas had to pull all the punches to get the puck past him. I sighed blissfully when my phone finally stopped ringing, but just as I was about to drop off that sharp edge of sleep, Jonny slammed my bedroom door open. I lifted the pillow enough to look back over my shoulder at the intrusion, watching as my boxer-clad brother tossed the land line phone onto my bed, bouncing off my hamstring – a little too close for comfort. “Fucking asshole.” Jonny merely raised a dark blond brow. Oh, the perks of sharing a condo with your younger brother. I guess it could be worse. My sisters weren’t exactly the easiest to live with. “Next time wake up and answer your damn phone,” Jonny grumbled. “There’s a lady on the other end, and I don’t think she much appreciated my sarcasm.” I reached back for the phone with one hand as I tossed the pillow aside with the other, before shooting Jonny the bird. As I put the phone to my ear, I watched my twenty year old brother shuffle back toward his own room. “Caleb,” I said on the exhale of a tired sigh. “Um, hi,” came the voice on the other end. Female, like Jonny said. Not high pitch, but not as sexy, throaty as some female voices were. Nervous, maybe. I didn’t think I knew her voice, and the landline number was pretty locked down, so she couldn’t be some weird stalker chick. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly. Way too much thinking for this hour. “I’m so sorry that this seems to be an inopportune time. I figured you’d be up and moving as it’s ten.” Was it ten already? “I thought that was the time you started practice on game days. I’m on a tight deadline and was really hoping to just leave a message.” Ah, she didn’t expect to actually talk to me. “And this is…” I stated–not asked–before yawning. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “My name is Sydney Meadows and I’m calling on behalf of Sorenson Media Group. I tried to reach you through your agent, but he directed me straight to you.” I made a mental note to talk to Mark the first chance I got. He really needed to stop directing people to me. Wasn’t that his job? To figure out what appearances and gigs were best for his athletes when they weren’t doing what they were being paid to do? “We are putting together a reality television series, and you are one of the names we were interested in having involved with the show,” she stated in a rehearsed manner. As I didn’t think sleep was going be coming back to me anytime soon, I rolled over to my back before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. As I stood, I shook my head. “Yeah, sorry. No reality TV.” “If you’d just let me pitch it to you—“ “That’s all you’re going to be doing, Miss Meadows. Do you really want to waste your breath? I’m not doing television.” “That’s fine,” she rushed to say. As she began talking about multiple women and just as many dates, I strode naked to my dresser to pull out a pair of old, worn sweatpants. I pulled them on while listening with one ear. She continued to talk so I continued to move, walking out of my room and down the hall that was home to both mine and Jonny’s rooms, a spare room, and a bathroom, before walking barefooted down the stairs. Whenever she’d pause for an answer, I was sure to give a barely verbal ‘mmhm’ just so she would continue her rant and be closer to done. I had sisters. I knew how to work a phone call with the long-winded female species. “So great,” she said finally with a smile evident in her voice, so unlike the unsure tone at the beginning of our conversation, one-sided as it mostly was. “I will meet you tonight after your game. Thank you so much, Caleb. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed.” Standing in front of the fridge now, I frowned when I heard the telltale sign of her ending the call. I pulled the phone from my ear only to stare down at the ‘call ended’ screen, the frown not going anywhere. Well shit… What did I just agree to?

**DON'T MISS WHERE IT ALL STARTED...FROM THE BEGINNING, BOOK #0.5 IN THE PRESCOTT SERIES!**

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Synopsis: Before the Prescott name became big in the hockey world, there was just Noah Prescott, fighting for a spot on an NHL roster. Never did he imagine a simple note from a shy fan would speed up his world. Ryleigh Scott had an issue talking to men, but she knew she couldn't pass up the opportunity to talk to Noah -- potentially negative labels, be damned. Never did she imagine a simple note would start what could only be described as the beginning of the rest of her life. This is Noah and Ryleigh -- before the NHL contract, before the kids, before going back home. This is Noah and Ryleigh from the beginning.

ABOUT MIGNON MYKEL

Mignon is a twenty-something (…getting awfully close to thirty-something) who resides in Wisconsin. An avid reader since her preschool days, she ‘blames’ her mother for teaching her to read during that all-important time during a forming brain. Some of her earlier memories of reading include her mother buying her a book at the mall — and finishing the book before they even returned home. Writing happened soon after the reading started. Her first writing piece can be found in a box of other important papers from growing up. It’s about an apple who was her friend, but she had to eat. The first series Mignon started to write was about a close family of one brother and his three younger sisters. She started writing this family and their friends in 2005, but as soon as the Prescott family took over her mind, the Ashbys fell silent. Maybe someday we’ll all hear from the Ashbys, but those Prescotts…. The Prescotts are excited to have their stories told.

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REVIEW TOUR: A Journey Home by Angela Scavone

At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.

If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?

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To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is proud to be a left-handed Myers-Briggs INFJ... which makes her some kind of unicorn or something. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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BLOG TOUR: Igniting the Spark by Michelle Irwin

Title: Igniting The Spark

Author: Michelle Irwin

Release Date: June 30th

Blog Tour: July 10th - July 17th

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Death beckons, calling Evie Myers to the darkness. She isn’t ready to leave, and Clay isn’t ready to let her go.

After fighting back from the brink, Evie’s life is forever altered. Together with Clay, she finds a home and sanctuary within the fae community. Everything has changed, and life is perfect. Or so they believe.

They soon learn their trip into the heart of the Rain kicked off a revolution, and Clay is called back into the fold. But when Evie needs Clay the most, one mission will risk it all.

When her happy ending hangs in the balance, and everything looks lost, how will Evie find the strength to fight for what she wants the most?

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THE SICKLY YELLOW lights reflected off the metal tables in the sterile room. Where

there should have been noise, there was only silence for me.

Silence and the sight of my own bloodied, dead body.

My red-gold hair shimmered in the light of the fire surrounding me. Clay, the man I

loved, clasped my body as his tears overtook him. He refused to let go even as his

brother, Ethan, tried to pull him away from the flames. Blood from the wounds in my

chest and back was smeared over his face and arms, and smudged into his nearly black

hair.

The sight confirmed I’d committed the ultimate betrayal: I’d left him.

I wanted to comfort him, but without my voice it was impossible. There was so

much I needed to tell him before I left. That I loved him. That despite everything we’d

been through, he’d brought happiness to my life I’d never expected. I wanted to explain

there was something more important than him and me—my daughter.

The child who would rise from the ashes after the flames consumed my body.

The image fell away as the fire raged hotter.

Darkness took hold, gripping me and squeezing tight. The sunbird pleaded with me

to let go. To be free. To join with my mother, with my ancestors, and pass the baton on to

the next generation. My child would be safe with Clay, and I was ready move on.

Peace filled me.

A pinprick of light broke through the inky dark that I’d sunk into. The sunbird urged

me to ignore it. To focus on the certainty that my time had come. Only, the light wouldn’t

be refused. When I shifted my attention to it, a flash filled the darkness around me,

flooding my vision with a bright apple-green.

With the darkness gone, a new sensation overtook me. Pain. Panic. Confusion.

Flashes of the moments leading up to my death rushed through me. My drive to

keep Louise safe from the harm the Unseelie fae, Caelan, intended to cause. Clay and

his father fighting over the gun. The crack of a gunshot.

I burned again at the memory of the fire in my chest as the bullet tore through my

heart. The ache of death ran through me again, and the green light grew in intensity once

more.

Through the pain, there was something new. A soft voice whispered to me, calling

me back. Not the sunbird, someone new but familiar all at once. She spoke words I didn’t

understand, but they compelled my attention. They overrode the sunbird’s

instructions—tried to push her away. They beckoned me backward instead.

To a wall of red.

Of fire and pain.

The sight of the barrier terrified me, but I could do nothing to react. I was separate

from everything. Floating. As I moved closer to the wall, agony coursed through me. My

chest tightened. I felt cold.

Danger lay that way.

Come with me, the sunbird whispered. You will be free of the pain; it is your

daughter’s time.

She called for me to abandon the wall, to head into the darkness. I’d been so ready

to until the apple-green light. Until the other voice.

Now . . .

I reached out with my mind, trying to figure out what was beyond the barrier.

Something told me it was important.

“I . . . I can’t lose her.” My focus snapped to the wall when I heard another voice.

Clay’s.

He was on the other side of the barrier. Even though I’d been calm, ready to move

on, hearing the heartbreak in his tone made me want to fight my way back to him. If only

to reassure him he’d survive this.

Evelyn, the sunbird called, urging me away from the wall. Away from Clay.

Once more I had to choose between moving onward into the darkness or turning

and fighting through the fire to get to him. Only the fire was too strong, too fierce. The

pain too intense.

The sunbird, who’d convinced me to stay last time, now wanted me to move on.

It’s time, she called.

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Book #1: Through The Fire

Life could have been different for Evie Meyers. If only she wasn’t a freak.

She wouldn’t be hiding from the Rain, a secret organization intent on destroying all supernatural creatures. Neither would she have run from Clay, the object of her desire.

Her hope for love and a normal life shattered when Clay stumbled onto her biggest secret and revealed one of his own in the process—he’s a soldier for the Rain. Learning that Clay was a threat to her survival, Evie had no choice but to flee.

Now Clay’s back—battle-scarred and mysterious—and the attraction between them is undeniable. Stuck on opposite sides in the war between humans and the supernatural, there seems little hope for a happily ever after. Caught between what her heart wants and what her head knows, something has to give. What will she choose? And what price will she have to pay?

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Book #2: Rise From Ash

Love has cost Evie Meyers everything. Wounded and alone, she has no choice but to learn how to survive without becoming the monster she is thought to be by the man she loves.

When she discovers a cryptic message from that very man, Clay Jacobs, her mind is thrown into turmoil. It’s second nature for Evie to run, but there is no escaping the memories of their time together. While she is certain it’s a trap, she longs to discover the true meaning of his words. With heart battling mind, her choices send her on a collision course with what was once lost, leaving her life hanging in the balance.

Can Evie rise from the ashes of her charred dreams, or will she burn in the attempt?

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Book #3: Into The Rain

Evie Meyers and Clay Jacobs have found paradise in the remote wilderness. Hidden away at the ends of the Earth, they are certain no one can find them. The illusion is shattered when Evie’s former lover Aiden crashes into their sanctuary.

The tension caused by the fae’s arrival escalates when they discover the reason for his presence. An ever-present foe has kidnapped someone precious to his court, and he needs Clay’s help for the rescue. The mission will take them straight into the Rain. The path is a dangerous one, filled with dark secrets and old lies.

With echoes of the past surrounding them and a shadowed threat lurking nearby, both Evie and Clay must put their trust in the hands of an enemy. How will they find a way to reconcile their prejudices and make it out alive?

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Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.

Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.

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