Thursday, July 20, 2017

Cover Reveal! Drawn to Him: A Romance Collection

 Drawn To Him: A Romance Collection 
Featuring Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Authors 


There are some men who make you helpless.

You know the kind. They steal the breath from your lungs and make your heart beat a little faster with a single look. You can’t stop staring, but the moment they pin those gorgeous eyes on you, you’re done for.

The kind that’s too hard to resist.

This is a collection of men just like that.

Handsome, confident and all for you.

Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. 


L.J. Shen is a #1 Best-selling author of contemporary romance books. 
She lives in California with her husband, son and lazy cat.
When she's not writing, she enjoys reading a good book with a glass of wine 
and catching up on her favorite HBO and Netflix shows.

Yeah, she's a badass like that.

K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including 

contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. 

When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she's active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. 

K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. 

She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. 

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

Jade West has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. 

Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. 

Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. 

She lives in the Powys countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. 

She has a zebra print living room, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.

Isabella Starling, I'm a self-published author of dark romance and romantic suspense. 

My pen name Isabella Starling was born in the summer of 2016. 

I write books that I'd want to read myself, because I started off as a reader myself.

And don't forget to join my Facebook group Good Girls Love Bad Boys to be the first to see my new covers, 

receive ARC opportunities & connect with myself and other readers! 

We do tons of giveaways and author takeovers too.

A. Zavarelli is a romance book junkie, cat lover, and traveler when plagued by intense cases of wanderlust. 

She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and putting her characters through hell. 

Her tales have been known to flirt with darkness and sometimes court it unabashedly altogether. 

Revenge themes and tortured souls are her favorites to write and this gives her an excuse to watch bizarre and twisted documentaries in her spare time.

She is slightly obsessed with Theo James and funny animal memes. 

If you don’t mind these things, you should add her on facebook. 

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 K.L. Kreig, As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption. 

I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. 

I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. 

Mostly hate. 

I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). 

I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. 

I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out, I’m a raving bitch. 

My iPad and me: BFFs. 

I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. 

I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. 

I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

Willow Winters 


L.J. Shen

K Webster 

Isabella Starling

A. Zavarelli

K.L. Kreig

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Release Blitz! The Southern Nights Series by #Author M. Never

Title: The Southern Nights Series 
Author: M. Never 
Genre: Sports Romance 
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling, LLC

Kamdyn Ellis is the man.Mr. All-Star athlete and resident bad boy. #7 quarterback on the field, and #1 player off.Every guy at school wants to be him, and every girl at school wants to date him. Well, except Laney Summers that is. The sassy city girl is the only one immune to Kam’s clear blue eyes and arsenal of southern charm. But when a debilitating injury sidelines Kam’s future and ability to play football, it’s Laney who is tasked to be his tutor while he recuperates at home.

The chemistry between Kam and Laney is undeniable, and after months of ignoring what’s clearly evident, Laney gives in. Allowing herself one night with Kam, no strings attached, no commitment to speak of. Alone, under the stars, on the fifty-yard line, Kam and Laney set out to discover if what they have is real, or just one steamy southern night.

The Southern Nights series is a compilation of three novellas following the story of Kam and Laney, an all-star football player destined for greatness and the sassy city girl who challenges him on every level. This collection is steamy, fun, flirty and full of heart!

M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some trendy new restaurant. 

She has a dependence on sushi, a fetish for boots, and is stalked by a clingy pit bull named Apache.

She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Teaser Tuesday!

Teaser Tuesday!

Legends of Deceit

Welcome to The Blue Fairy. It's a pub in Atheon. I invite you into this scene where you can be the disembodied spirit sitting at the table with Alaris, Larkin, and Farran while they fret about what to do in Alaris' precarious situation.

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Farran had his back to the wall and held a pewter mug in his hand. He nodded at us in acknowledgment. Keeping my head bent and the sides of my hood shielding my face, I followed Larkin, staying to the back of the room so we wouldn’t draw too much attention to ourselves, though I was highly aware of the curious looks thrown our way.

“What happened?” Farran asked as we took our seats. Larkin and I exchanged a look. “That bad?” Farran took a swig of his drink and set his mug down.

“We should get a drink and a bowl of stew before we fill you in on the details,” Larkin said.

As if he summoned a waitress, right on cue a fairy with dark shoulder-length hair and green eyes flew to our table. She hovered between Larkin and me. “Hello, my name is Nissa. What do you two fancy tonight?”

“Two bowls of stew,” Larkin said. “A dark ale for me.” He looked at me and so did Nissa.

“Um.” I didn’t care for beer, not after playing quarters when I was nineteen at a party with Kimmie, and I ended up hurling in the trash can. “What do you have other than beer?”

“Whatever your heart desires, sweetie.” Nissa smiled and gestured toward the bar to the far right of the round stage. A ghostly woman with long hair, wearing a dressing gown was pouring blue liquid from a gooseneck bottle into a tall thin glass. A burst of red rose from the bottom.

“I’ll have a Singapore sling. Do you know what it is?”

“No, but I’m sure Appara will,” Nissa said. “Her hobby is to learn about drinks in every realm she can enter. It’s a challenge for her.”

“Okay, well,” I answered. “If she doesn’t know, I’ll take a cabernet sauvignon.”

Nissa half-nodded. “Will do. Your order will be here in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” She flew off to the bar and hovered near Appara’s ear, giving her our order I guessed. I was too far away to see her face, but I think she was looking at me.

“What is Appara?” I asked Larkin, realizing even though I gained most of my memory back (The rest will come in time, I know), there was a lot I didn’t know about in this realm. Karrina had sheltered me from a lot of things.

Larkin folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. His eyes flicked to her, then back to me. “She’s an echo, which is a spirit who is caught between the living and dead.”

“Oh,” is all I said. I wanted to know more about Appara and echoes, but Farran cleared his throat, snapping me back to the reason why we were here.

Larkin and I moved our chairs closer to him. With bent heads and low voices, we proceeded to tell Farran what happened. Toward the end of our story, a light green-skinned gal with long dirty-blonde hair and tiny scales on her heart-shaped face came to our table. She carried a platter with two bowls of stew, thick white buttered bread, and our drinks. I recognized her right away from the party.


“Thank you, Lucy,” I said, pleased Appara was able to make the Singapore sling.

She smiled. “You remembered my name.” She sounded surprised and happy that I did.

I forgot how deep and reflective her big blue-green eyes were. I thought they were amazingly cool but made an effort not to stare too much into them. I didn’t want to make her self-conscious.

“Well, to be honest,” I said, “I’m usually horrible remembering names of people I’ve met, but for some reason, I remembered yours. I think it’s your eyes. I find them extraordinary.”

A brownish color bloomed in her cheeks. “Thank you.” She held the empty platter to her chest. “Enjoy your meal and drinks. If you need anything else, let me know.”

Farran folded his arms on the table and leaned forward when Lucy left. “Finish your story. What happened when you were about to leave Brunhild’s house?”

With hands cupping my mouth, I told him in a high whisper what Brunhild had done and the dragon’s head that emerged from my chest.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted. He leaned back, covering his mouth, his expression clearly saying, Oh, shit.

I nodded. “Yeah, what the hell are we going to do? My goose is cooked because we all know Brunhild is not going to let this go. Larkin and I are thinking maybe she’s the one who was controlling the headhunters.”

“Do you have any ideas on what plan of action we should take?” Larkin asked as I scooped some stew into my spoon. There were chunks of meat and vegetables in a thick brown gravy that looked yummy. I took a bite, and the beefy flavor burst in my mouth delightfully.   

Farran drummed his fingers on the table and the bottom corner of his mouth twisted in contemplation. His eyes flicked to mine. Fear and sadness glistened in them. My throat tightened. I didn’t want him to feel that way about me. We were becoming friends and sharing similar tragedies. I took a long drink of my cocktail to stop myself from getting emotional. It tasted awesome, like fruit punch with a cherry undertone. When I set my glass down, Farran reached out and placed his hand on my wrist, surprising me. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said as if he could read my thoughts. “I fear if this information gets out, your life will be compromised.” He looked at Larkin. “I think after we follow the map tomorrow night, we should take Alaris to see my father and tell him everything.”

“Why your father?” I asked, not sure if I liked the idea and thought maybe my own father would know what to do if Brunhild told him, which I was sure she did. Then I thought about him being power hungry years ago. It almost destroyed him. Would he return to his old behavior?

Larkin nodded. “You’re probably right,” he told Farran and frowned. “I wish I can find Mardella. She would have the answers we seek.” Right when I opened my mouth to repeat my question, Larkin’s gaze dropped to mine. “Alder is a wise man. He’s not only king of the Solas clan, he’s also a historian, among other things.”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” a sultry female voice rang above the chatter, catching our attention. It was Oona. She was onstage holding a wireless microphone. Her metallic purple mini dress clung to her tall, lanky form. The color stood out against her bluish skin beautifully. “I hope you’re enjoying yourselves,” she continued.

“Yeah, baby,” a gruff voice called out, raising a beer glass. He sat at a table near the center of the room. His scraggly black hair reached his shoulders, and the tip of his pointy ears curled away from his head. He had a long hooked nose with a rather large mole on the side, and his yellowish-green skin looked tough and rock-like. “I want to see you dance tonight.”

I leaned next to Larkin’s ear. “What type of creature is that guy?”

“A trow,” he said. When I gave him a funny look, he corrected his statement. “A troll.”

“Oh, wow. I always thought of trolls as cute and little. I don’t think Karrina ever told me about them. At least his kind.”

Farran leaned into the table. “Why would you think they’re cute and little?”

“Because in my realm,” I told him, “there are small naked troll dolls with adorable faces and colorful wild hair that stands up on end. I actually have a few of them in my bedroom on a shelf.”

Farran pointed at the guy staring at Oona as she told him tomorrow night she’d be dancing, but tonight she’d sing the siren’s song. “As you can see, he’s nothing like what you described. He’s probably seven feet tall.”

I gaped. “Are you serious?”

Farran nodded. “Yes, I am, Princess.” He smirked and took a swig of his ale, obviously enjoying my reaction.

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