Friday, January 23, 2015

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: CONFLICTED by Heather Dahlgren



Conflicted
By: Heather Dahlgren
Release Day Blitz: January 23rd, 2015
Hosted By: Author Sandra Love




 
Keith Dickson has not had an easy life.  He grew up fast thanks to his father’s problems.  He made a promise to his sisters, a promise to always protect them and his mom.  He’s been doing that ever since.  He set out to college with the sole purpose of becoming a cop, to serve and to protect.  He ends up finding so much more.
Becca Sinclair had a great life.  Loving, supportive parents.  She knew at a young age what she wanted and that was exactly what she set out to do.  She goes off to college to become a lawyer.  She ends up finding her best friends and so much more.
Keith (Dick) and Becca meet through their friends.  After watching Campbell and Kenz, as well as Young and Maddie end up together it was finally their turn, right?
A cop, A lawyer.  Two worlds that seem to go so perfectly together, but do they?
What happens when life takes you down a different path?  When everything you thought should happen starts to slip away? 
Maybe being Conflicted will prove to be the best thing.



 



 
 
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I am 36 years old.  I am married to my high school sweet heart.  We have been married for almost 12 years and have 3 amazing kids.  I’m a stay at home mom and my kids definitely keep me busy.  I live at the Jersey Shore and love all there is to do here.  I love nature, birds especially.  I enjoy hiking and fishing with my family.
I have always loved to write.  In high school I used to write stories, poems and a lot of love notes!  I absolutely love to read.  I love the way I can get lost in a book and forget about the world around me.  Now that I am writing books, I feel the same way, only it’s my book I’m getting lost in.
As for now, I am loving this journey of becoming an author.  It has been more then I dreamed it would be.
You can always find me online.  I love social media, so please feel free to interact with me.



 




Changed Release Date: June 4th, 2014

Kenz hated high school. Having no friends, no boyfriend, and worst of all being bullied—graduation was the only thing she looked forward to. After graduation, she completely reinvents herself becoming the person she always wanted to be. Someone different. 
Changed. When she gets to college, she easily makes friends, boyfriends, and loves life. For once in her life, she adores the person she has become. 
Enter Campbell Boyd —the attraction between them is instant. He is sexy as hell. Sweet, romantic, flirty. He definitely knows how to treat a woman in and out of the bedroom. 
Once he has his sights set on Kenz, there is nothing that will stand in his way. Or maybe there is something that could ruin it all? One small detail that Kenz tries desperately to ignore—one that can only be swept under the rug for so long. 
What happens when the past and present collide and secrets are revealed? Is it possible to forgive or will it destroy them both? One thing’s for sure—things are going to change.


 


Commitment Release Date: July 30th, 2014
 
Maddie Duff had a horrible childhood - dreadful, vile, and appalling, thanks to her deranged mother. Maddie was forced into a life that made her believe that perfection and beauty were the most important things. She was taught that the only relationships worth having with men were those of a sexual nature; men were not worth the commitment.

She leads a life of fun, carefree, emotionless sex with countless men. She lives with her best friends, Kenz and Becca, who she considers her only family. She also has an ongoing ‘friends with benefits’ thing with her friend and neighbor, Young.

Tyler Young is hot, sexy and loves women. He is foul-mouthed, idiotic and hysterical. He lives with his best friends, Campbell and Dick. These three may bust each other; however, they have each other’s back in the blink of an eye. Young has his sights set on Maddie. They have an intense, mind-blowing time in the bedroom … Until he decides he wants more.

Even though Young has Maddie feeling things she has never felt before, not to mention her panties on fire, when he suggests a relationship she takes off. Young is determined to make Maddie his, whatever the cost. He comes up with a plan that he believes will do just that. Make Maddie his … mind, body and soul.

Can Young convince Maddie that he is worth breaking all her rules for? Will Maddie be able to let down her walls, forget what she believes, and let Young in? What happens when the past finally catches up with you and the truth is revealed?

Is the Commitment worth it?




COVER REVEAL: Her Soldier by HJ Bellus



Release Date:  March 10th
  Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Photography By: Perrywinkle Photography
Models:  Teale Shawn Murdock & Aaron Lesue’
Cover Design: RedbirdDesigns


Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner died in the line of duty serving his country. Or at least that’s what the newspapers said…



The US Government handed him a new identity, and strict orders not to make contact with anyone from his past. As far as society was concerned Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner was dead, and buried six feet under. 

Not having contact with his ex-wife would be easy. She was a manipulator and a cheater. 

Not seeing his daughter on the other hand would devastate him… 

Beau Morgan, aka Jeremiah, settles down in a town far away from everything he’s ever known. Coping with the trauma he’s experienced and discovering a new life Beau finds himself the most aggressive he’s ever been. His blood simmers with rage while his fists are thirsty to let it all out . 

In the middle of his own living hell he never expected to run into an old familiar face. And to top it off, one who recognized him as Jeremiah. 

He’s vowed never to love again, but as circumstances land him in the arms of a woman, Jenni Lee, this time he may not have a choice, as she rarely takes no for an answer. 

Can Beau Morgan control his temper long enough to settle into his new life? Or will resentment taint him forever?







Chapter 1
Streetlights whiz past my peripheral vision as I roar down Main Street to the restaurant. The familiar rage inside me begins to boil. Just the mention of that name can do dangerous things to me internally. I never want to hear it again. Everything was taken away from me with that name.
I try to focus on Michelle’s face instead of the rage. She looked so different, yet it was the same girl. I could tell from her tattoo. What a mysterious mind fuck that girl is. I searched everywhere for her after the night she abandoned me at the tattoo parlor. Her wrist. Holy fuck. It hits me if that’s Michelle, I knew then she’d have a lump on her wrist, because I can guarantee she never visited a hospital.
The night we spent together was something magical. There aren’t many things in my life I’d classify as magical—my gran’s baking, the birth of my child, and that night with her. She had a serious effect on me, but ran. She literally ran off into the night. I deployed two months later. End of story.
My thoughts occupied me while loading the food and heading back to the reception. As I step out of the delivery truck, a sound catches my ear. It’s not one many would pick up on, but I do easily. Someone is being beaten. The darkness of the night with the faraway lights makes it easier for me to detect the sound of bones being beaten. I spent many nights this way.
The ground is uneven, with little paths leading in every direction. Being unfamiliar with the lay of the land is making it beyond difficult to maneuver my way to the punches. A desperate plea sounds, making me damn near desperate to find where it’s coming from. Instinctively, I reach for my gun, but only find keys in my pocket. Army life is still so second nature that even after years I find myself reverting to old habits.
“You fucking cunt.” The voice becomes clearer, and the surroundings light up a bit. Finally rounding a corner, I spot a petite blonde cowered down on the ground with a brooding man standing above her. It’s clear by the sheer size of the man he would be able to snap her neck in a second. The pale pink color of the wedding party catches my eye, and instantly I wonder if it’s Michelle. There’s way too much blonde hair. It’s not her.
The blonde lifts her face up from the ground, and this is when I lose it. Blood is flowing down her face, making her features difficult to recognize. Her hair is pulled out of its fancy up-do. The man jerks her up by the hair to a standing position.
Everything inside me boils. Clearly, the situation is exactly what I think it is.
“You’re going home with me right now, Jenni. I’ll fucking drag you if I have to.” The man pulls the helpless woman closer to him, tearing her pink dress with the action. “You’ll never hang around the Wilks boys again.”
Stepping into the slice of light covering the duo, I ask, “Is there a problem here?”
I feel the rage inside me boil further, if that’s even possible, when her brown eyes reflect back at me. She’s beyond desperate and scared. I’ve seen this look on civilians before, and every time it turns on a switch within me. I’m not playing the hero card. It’s more like knowing the difference between right and wrong and acting on it. It takes someone to make a stand.
The blonde is pulled even tighter into the man, and the sound of her dress being completely ripped from the top of her body fills the air.
“We’re fucking fine, man. Leave.”
I move in closer to the situation, watching her reaction as I do. Once I make eye contact with her, I don’t break it. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to the young lady.” My gaze bores holes into her desperate eyes. “Are you okay?”
She begins to speak, but the man rips on her hair again. This time is enough. I don’t wait for an answer or another moan of pain from the woman. Before I know what is happening, I step up and hammer the man in the face. Taken by surprise, he lets go of the girl. I grab for her and push her behind me to safety. However, my need to punish this man isn’t nearly satisfied. He’ll pay for every single ounce of pain he’s inflicted on her.
My fists fly into action, nailing him with each blow. Now the sound of crunching bones is caused by me and well deserved. I leave him with one final kick to the ribs. I’m fairly certain he’s unconscious, as his moans and begging have now stopped. I wipe my bloody knuckles on the back of my pants before turning to face the woman.
She’s cowered back down on the ground with her face buried. Her blonde mane is splayed out over knees and is dappled with spots of blood. I’m pretty sure she’s past the point of being cleaned up to go back to the wedding.
“Are you okay?” I mentally berate myself for asking such a dumbass question. Of course she’s not okay. My hands fumble a bit before they finally grab for her and rest on the top of her knee. I push away her loose hair before I find her exposed kneecap, which is scraped up too. “What can I do?”
  She doesn’t respond with words. Instead her body shudders as her tears flow. She’s beyond talking and clearly not okay.
“I’m going to get you out of here.” I pat her knee, finding a piece of her flesh that’s not damaged. I run my hand up and down this spot trying to comfort her. “I’m going to pack you to my truck and take you where you need to go. Would you like me to let anyone know you’re leaving?”
I watch as her long hair sways back and forth, signaling no.
“No to me helping you, or to letting someone know?”
She slowly drags her head up to look at me, with her hair matted to both sides of her face. Her left eye is swollen shut, while most of the blood has started to dry up.
“Don’t tell anyone, please. I need to leave,” escapes her cut lips.
Without any further questioning, I stand and go back to the man who caused all of this and give him a little more of what I think of him. This time the sound of his bone crushing under my fist feels even better than last time.
I don’t take long because I don’t want to leave her in too much pain and in front of her assailant. Slowly and with more ease than I’ve used in years, I pick her up in my arms. The top half of her dress falls away from her body, while the skirt portion barely hangs onto her. She’s tense in my arms, not one bit relaxed or comforted.
I’ll never understand the urge to lay a hand on a woman. I’ve been pissed before at the opposite sex, but using my fists to solve the problem has never even crossed my mind.
With each step I take toward the parking lot, I feel her become more panicked. Her tiny hands grab at my biceps, clenching tight.
“It’s okay. I’m just going to take you to my truck, and then to wherever you need to go.” She finally makes eye contact with me, and I think she might believe I’m not the enemy, but I want to reassure her. “I won’t hurt you. I can even call the cops right now and get you help.”
Music fills the dark night air as we close in on the parking lot. When she hears the music, she begins to sob in my arms.
“Do you want me to go get one of your friends?”
“No.”
Her sobs continue as she clings harder to my arm, but the rest of her body begins to relax a bit. I desperately want to keep talking to her, or even hold her longer to show her I’m not the enemy and will never hurt her. I’m not sure how to act in this situation. We are two strangers in a very difficult situation.
“Okay, this is my truck. Are you sure you don’t want me to go get someone?”
This time she struggles from my arms and tries to stand on her own. Of course her fragile little body can’t handle it. I steady her and keep her from collapsing to the ground. Her bare chest is exposed to the world, with a dainty, baby blue bra covering her. I pull off my white button up staff shirt and cover her up with it.
“Please don’t tell anyone. Please? They’ll just think I’m an idiot.” She fiddles with the hem of my shirt as she sits in the front seat staring at her feet. “And they aren’t that far off.”
“Don’t.” I grab her hand, stopping her from fiddling and berating herself. “Don’t you dare think that way.”
“Beau.” I turn to see one of my co-workers in a frantic state. “Where is the truck with the food? We are almost out of everything. Boss man, Juan, is going nuts.”
Standing in front of a co-worker in a white wife beater is somewhat awkward, though no more than having a beaten woman behind me, but the last thing I want to do is expose her to anyone. Before I have the chance to speak, a very red faced and pissed off Juan joins the small crowd.
“Beau, where in the fuck is the food?” He pauses, with an odd expression covering his face. “Where’s the company truck?”
I nod in the direction where I parked the company truck, loaded and ready to go with food for the reception. His beady black eyes follow my nod and then turn back to me.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Juan throws his hands behind his head in a fit. “Get back to work now, Beau, and get your fucking shirt on.”
The woman behind me lets out a light groan as she tries to get out of the truck. Her shoes are missing, dress ripped, and she’s obviously in an insane amount of pain.
“Fuck you, I quit.”
The words come out effortlessly. The way I see it, there was no other choice. I round the front of the truck, moving as fast as I can to get next to her. She needs help.
“I’m going to take you to the hospital.”
She faces me with a desperate plea before any words leave her mouth. I know what her next words will be, but the thing is, I’ve already let one woman in need of medical attention escape me. I’m not repeating the same mistake. She will go to the hospital.  





ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  HJ BELLUS
 
I am an independent author excited about releasing my first novel very soon. A big dream coming true!!! I'm all country...the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows....love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time...I always fall hard for a trucker style hat...especially if it's a John Deere hat....loves me a good ol' farm boy!!!!!!
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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

BOOK and AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Unexpected Love by Jenn Marie

 
 
Unexpected Love (a Love on the Bayou book)
by Jenn Marie

Bailey is not trying to find love.

Love finds her in the form of as sexier then sin tattooed cowboy named Dallas who is a new artist at her brothers tattoo shop....

When there eyes lock for the first time it was like fireworks went off between them. She finally felt whole in his arms, and he felt he finally found where he belonged.
But will a nightmare from Bailey's past that lets out her deepest secert ruin the fast building love between Bailey and Dallas?









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Jenn Marie is a 30 year old down home girl from the Bayous in Louisiana. she was born with a rare form of glaucoma which render her legally blind. But at the age of 22 he sight took a turn for the worst when the glaucoma became unstable and hard to control for a few years now it under control slowly wreaking her vision but she's never let that stop her from living her dream of being an author. She start writing at a young age mostly poetry and some stories. By the age of 25 she had two books of poetry written and published. Even though her vision is worsening as she gets older she won't let that stop her from making her lifelong dream of being an author a reality. With the love and support of her family and friends she won't give up writing. Reading is her salvation and only escape from reality for manny years now she hopes that her stories will bring that kind of peace and escape for her readers.

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COVER REVEAL: BENDER by M. Stratton




RELEASE DATE: FEB. 13, 2015

Since high school everyone thought Jake Bender would end up behind bars; after all, he comes from a long line of bad boys. He spent years away from the place he called home. When he finally comes back, everyone thinks he's just a punk kid all grown up who’s now running a dive bar called The Night Club. What they don't know is he heads up a special task force, which cleans up neighborhoods and makes them safe again.

Stormy Ryan has always felt more comfortable with her books than with people. She loves to spend her days within the pages of her books. When her second-hand bookstore is robbed for the third time in as many months, her employees quit leaving her to run the shop on her own. With the pressure of having to deal with her shop and people, not to mention the declining neighborhood, she is at the end of her rope.

When closing up her shop late one night, she is held up and the neighborhood bad boy saves her, putting both of them at the forefront of a psychotic’s obsession.
Being bad has never looked so good.




 Prologue
Eighteen year old Jake Bender sat slouched over in a chair in the principal’s office listening to the asshole saying over and over and over how he’d end up in jail or dead. Blah, blah, blah. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard a thousand times before. He was thankful this one wasn’t followed up by fists like his old man liked to do.
“Are you listening to me, boy?” The principal slammed his fist on the desk and walked around wagging his finger in Bender’s face. “You mark my words, boy; you’re heading for jail or the cemetery. Either way this world is better off without you. You could disappear and no one would care. We don’t need you.”
He sat there and slowly looked up at the principal raising an eyebrow. He’d been hearing this for years from his old man; that song was stuck on repeat. Bender was counting down the days until he could leave this place behind. He’d go full time at the garage, find a place to live, and try to stay alive. Once he was on his own he’d be the one who came first, no one else, just like he’d been raised, look out for number one.
“Don’t give me that look, boy.” He raised his hand as if to slap him.
Bender sighed and leaned back. He knew there was no way he was actually going to hit him. Besides, if for some reason he did, it wouldn’t hurt as much as what his dad did on a daily basis. “Do it. I dare you.”
They stared at each other before the principal backed down. “You’re not worth it. Get out of here and don’t come back for a week.”
“What, no Saturday detention?”
“Never worked for you before; sure isn’t going to work now. We just have to get through the next two months, unless you want to drop out now. Then you’re society’s problem.”
Bender stood up. “Way to inspire the youth there, sir. You may want to write that little speech down for future reference.”
“Get out, Bender. Just get out.”

*****
Bender slowly walked home kicking a rock hoping the old man was out getting drunk somewhere and wouldn’t be home until later. He wasn’t worried about his mom; she’d been beaten down so much over the years she didn’t care about anything as long as his dad wasn’t beating on her.
When he saw the man sitting on the steps to his house he paused. There was something familiar about him, but Bender couldn’t place him. He knew he’d seen him before, but couldn’t remember.
“We need to have a talk son.”
“You’re not my dad.”
The man leaned back and crossed his ankles looking relaxed, but Jack knew he wasn’t. This man didn’t look like he ever let his guard down. “No, thank God for that. I’m here to help you.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want your fucking help.”
“Listen, you punk ass kid, do you want to end up like your old man? Nah, I can see from the look in your eyes you don’t. Well, I’m offering you a way out. A way you can hold onto that tough kid attitude while helping people.”
“Fuck them. They never helped me.”
“What do you think I’m doing? You sure as hell aren’t the first I’ve gotten out of here, and you won’t be the last, but you’d better listen up, boy, before it’s too late. This is your one shot at redemption. I suggest you take it.” He held out a card.
Bender stood there on shaking knees, thoughts going through his head. He wanted to escape the wrath of his father and the scum of the neighborhood. He knew if he stayed, he’d be dead within a year. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the card, feeling deep down in his gut his whole life was about to change. Now, if it was for the better was yet to be seen.


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M. Stratton is an International Amazon bestselling author in the romantic suspense and mystery suspense categories for her debut novel After the Storm. She is a self-proclaimed dork that loves to make people laugh and can trip over nothing. Her inner rock star is always on stage performing to a sold out crowd but is quiet and shy on the outside.

She lives with her husband and son in Arizona, which is a big difference from where she grew up north of Chicago Illinois. As an only child she learned to tell herself stories to make the long winters go by quicker while dreaming of summer vacations. Now as an adult she still makes up stories to pass the time, but now she writes them down to share with other people.

When not writing you can find M. watching football (Go Bears!), NASCAR, or classic movies, watching her husband and father restore classic cars, and seeing who can be sillier, her or her son, and of course reading.




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