Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Sales Blitz: Gravity by A.B. Bloom

Title: Gravity
Series: Gravity Series #1
Author: A.B. Bloom
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
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They are calling it the End of Days.  The world is plunging into darkness, the days growing shorter and the nights longer. Meteor showers are falling to the earth and there are some who would take advantage of the growing darkness.
For sixteen-year-old Bronte Bell, her problems are closer to home. Since her birthday she's become weaker, her bones breaking, her hair falling out and plagued with constant migraines. No one can explain why. Until a mysterious new boy arrives and tells her that everything is not as it seems. She is not what she seems.
Drawn into a war that divides the sky, Bronte is torn between her desire to save the world and her growing connection with Nick. But she will have to let go of reality as she knows it, if she is to accept her role in destiny before the Hunter, who has been tracking her since birth, finds and destroys any chance she has of making the choice which is her birthright to make.
Her destiny will change everything.
“My excitement about this book is beyond controllable! I want, no I need EVERYONE to read this book. It's the author's first Paranormal book, but I guarantee you its AMAZING!!” ~Willow’s Corner 5 Star Review
“This story is so refreshing. So beautiful so different. It left me speechless and content at the end. I was like: yes. That was IT.” ~Heavenly Good Books 5 Star Review
"Listen. Can you just take the cap off? It's annoying me." He laughed, an unexpected sound. He seemed too intense to be the kind of person to laugh. "Well, I'd hate to annoy you." He swept the cap off, leaving a shock of jet-black hair standing on end. "Oh." My mouth fell open. "Oh, what?" His eyes narrowed and I snapped my mouth shut. “Nothing." I took a few breaths, just to make sure I was alive and there was the slimmest chance this was real. "So, am I going to ask the questions or are you going to talk?" He laughed again, and I was sure his body pitched a little bit closer to mine. Violet eyes pinned me in place and I struggled to remember how to swallow. "When you were seven you decided you wanted to climb trees." My body stiffened. "Yes?" "There's a fir tree in your back garden that's easily sixty feet high." "Yes?" "What do you remember about the time you fell?" The violets flickered at me. "It was August and scorching hot, you were wearing red shorts and a yellow T-shirt. You fell through the branches like a pine cone?" I stared up into his face, his skin was dark olive, eyes burning bright. My tongue ran along my lips while my heart made a terrible thudding noise in my chest. "I don't." I whispered. "I woke up and I was on the ground." "I know. I caught you." My body stepped back although his hand darted out and snatched hold of mine. "Bronte, I've been watching you your whole life. I know it sounds weird." His nose scrunched as he contemplated just how weird it sounded. "Why?""Because," he ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up at electrifying angles. “Because you're the last of the star children. The last of the half born."
I rubbed my thigh, which was already aching with that heavy lead sensation that comes from a dead limb, and tried to gain my footing. "Easy there." A hand jutted out and grasped my elbow, stabilising me as I threatened to topple again. "Sorry," I mumbled. My cheeks were glowing a vicious, volcanic, burn. I could live without Eleanor Heavers finding out I'd fallen over not once, but twice on the first day. I knew she would, though. Gossip spread through the school like fire through a parched forest. "You seem to be vertically challenged." The voice was soft, bringing a low bell to mind. My stomach felt all squishy, which was odd when combined with numb legs. My eyes snapped up into the shadowed face of the boy from the picnic bench. His face tilted under the worn peak of his baseball cap. His features obscured in shadows so I couldn’t get a good look at the caps owner. "I am not." I stated. My blatant lie made the burn running along my cheeks intensify until I was uncomfortably hot. He was scrutinising me and I didn't know why. I stood there, while from under the cap, I knew he was evaluating what he saw. I prickled, straightening my shoulders. I didn't exactly march off down the corridor in outrage at his blatant presumptuous scrutiny. I just kind of suspended there while he stared from under the cap. "No?" he asked. His fingers still held my elbow, and I tried to peer closer so I could see him better. It was an impulse I couldn’t ignore and I shifted forward. "You also don't seem to grasp the concept of personal space.” He stepped away, breaking the spell that had pulled me towards him. The burning flush transformed into an all out uncomfortable sweat. "Sorry, I was just. Um, just." What was I doing? "Just, what?" The voice sounded like it might be amused if it could be arsed. "Just trying to see you." The words blurted from my mouth, clanging into the air around me like boulders into a small rain puddle. "Trying to see what?" As he spoke, my bag slipped off my shoulder. It smashed onto the floor with the heavy thud that twenty overdue library books will make. I scrambled to pick up the mess. "You," I said. Glancing up, I looked to see his reaction to my outrageous declaration, but there was nobody there. Just me and an empty hallway and the bell tolling on the wall, telling me I was late for my first class.
I'm Anna Bloom a contemporary romance writer. 
My heart lies with mature young adult, I just love writing about first love and the trials and tribulations of young romance. When I do write for adults I like it to be about second chances, not only in love but in life itself. 
I live in Surrey with my husband, three children, two cats and a dog with a beard. I love cooking, especially if I'm also holding a glass of wine at the same time. I'm trying to get into growing my own veg . . . but I may just stick to writing books. 
Currently I'm enjoying time at home with my new baby who's only a few months old and writing on a full time basis. When I can I love to read and watch all things supernatural on the telly : )
I'm a big believer in true love, even the instant kind and I'm at my happiest when I'm writing stories about it for other people to enjoy.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Book Blitz & Giveaway: The Fighter and The Baroness by Sunniva Dee

The Fighter and the Baroness
Sunniva Dee
Publication date: November 29th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Victor Arquette knows the meaning of sacrifice. Destined to legendary status in mixed martial arts, his life is founded on it. Dedication equals sacrifice, and sacrifice means around-the-clock training, no partying, no junk food, no alcohol—and no women.
Helena von Isenlohe is the heiress to Kyria Castle. Due to her father’s lack of financial prowess, the restoration of the ancient German estate rests on Helena’s shoulders. A failed attempt leaves a wealthy man alone at the altar—and the fleeing bride on a plane to the United States.
A chance meeting, and Victor and Helena’s chemistry is undeniable. Except, her presence clutters his focus. Victor shouldn’t crave their nights, shouldn’t be concerned where she is or with whom. And meanwhile in Germany, Kyria Castle deteriorates at a suspicious speed, indebting Helena further to the man she left behind.
Victor and Helena believe in duty. They embrace sacrifice. But when love strikes, it strikes hard, and sometimes you have to choose where your heart is truly at home.
My cheeks warm with embarrassment at the people waiting behind me. A female employee helps me unclasp the diamond bracelet and matching necklace. The crown though is impossible to get out of my princess ’do.
“Can I wear it through the security portal?” I ask, broken shoes in one hand.
“No, I’m sorry. It will buzz,” the security person explains. “The portal is created to alert us to most metals besides gold and silver.”
I can’t tell him I wear gold. Real, irreplaceable, century-old heirlooms. He wouldn’t believe me anyway. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to try.”
He lifts his arms in subtle agreement, a have-it-your-way, and I enter the booth, walk out without incident. Employees from two checkpoints stare at me while I pick my stuff off the band. I shake my head, slowly at first, but then I have nothing to say, no witty comeback, and my flight instinct kicks in. I get up on my toes so I don’t stumble in the too-long skirt and stride as slowly as I can into the transit hall.
I need to not stress the hell out. Just, I wish someone was with me to talk me down. I could call Elfriede. I don’t have my phone. I need a new phone. God, how pathetic am I?
Once I’m sure security isn’t following, I haul butt down the corridor. Tiles are cold under bare feet, it turns out. I’d step into my shoes again, but one of them is broken. Would people stare less if I limped and my heels creak-clacked against the floor?
A high-end fashion store beams in the distance. “We’ll help you blend in. Hurry, hurry,” it calls. I run. Benches are in the way. I’m getting clumsy. I’m panicking. Suddenly, a potted palm tree appears out of nowhere, half-blocking my view of the Promised Land, and my torso doubles around it as I slam to the ground.
I let out an ungraceful oomph. And realize I’m not on the ground after all. No, there’s an arm around me, and miraculously I’m on my feet, wobbly but sort of erect.
“You all right?” an American accent asks.
“I was going to Cloe’s over there,” I explain in German, pointing feebly and not feeling as regal as I’ve been taught. Dark eyebrows contract from within a tanned face above me.
“Sorry?” His arm is still strong around me, really freaking strong, and somehow I’ve got a death grip around it while trying to pry him off.
I translate the same stupid sentence to English. “I was going to Cloe’s. It’s over there.”
His brows are perfectly thick or thin and their arcs are so perfectly perfect they look like they’ve been combed, but then the furrow between them smoothens and I discover his eyes.

Author Bio:
Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.
Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.
Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).
This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.


Monday, November 28, 2016

Release Blitz: Guarded Hearts by S.M. Donaldson

Title: Guarded Heart (Game Time Series #2)
Author: S.M. Donaldson
Genre: Mature YA Romance
Available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, KOBO and iTunes
Welcome to the time where memories are made and hearts get broken. Raven Quinn has always been a force on the basketball court, but in life, not so much. Having a dating life isn’t easy when she’s taller and stronger than every guy she knows, or he’s already put her in the friend zone. Which hasn’t really been a problem until now. Now she’s feels left out and left behind. What if she’s in the friend zone for the rest of her life? Shane Gibson makes her think differently and takes her out of that dreaded friend zone, but in the wrong direction. Grant Hudson has been Raven’s best friend since they were in diapers. She’s the best friend a guy could have, he’s always felt that way. So why does this guy she’s dating bother him so much? Why is he suddenly very aware of her body and the way his reacts to her? Why, for the love of everything, can’t he get her off his mind? When things go south with Shane and Raven is broken, will Grant step up and take the shot, getting past the guard Raven has around her heart?
"Oh, how my heart is so happy! Guarded Hearts is so much more than a sports romance. It's a peak into the world that some of us know as small town USA. It's where everyone knows your business before you do, and life is more than a game.Thank you SM Donaldson for giving the world a little piece of heaven,but for me, it's called home!" --Young Adult Author Casey Peeler

S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.
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