The Man in the Dragon Mask Book Tour & Giveaway

The Man in the Dragon Mask by Amanda Roberts Genre: Historical Fiction

One Face Two Men And A Secret That Could Destroy An Empire At the dawn of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor will do anything to ensure the future of his empire. Building the Forbidden City in fulfillment of his father’s dreams is only the beginning. But few people share the emperor’s vision. When a consort’s betrayal has devastating consequences that rock the imperial court, the emperor discovers that the fight for the dragon throne has only begun. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Books2Read * Website * Red Empress PublishingVideo Trailer

Amanda Roberts is a USA Today bestselling author who has been living in China since 2010. She has an MA in English from the University of Central Missouri and has been published in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies around the world. Amanda can be found all over the Internet, but her home is Website * Facebook * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Divorce By Grand Canyon Book Tour & Giveaway

Divorce By Grand Canyon: 8 Riveting True Crime Stories by Elizabeth Engstrom Genre: Crime Thriller, Suspense

Christian Longo. Jeremy Bryan Jones. Joel Patrick Courtney. Patrick Wayne Kearney. Russell Obremski. Robert Spangler. Gabriel Morris. Killers all. Veteran author Elizabeth Engstrom dives into the horrific stories of these seven serial killers, along with a glimpse into the maggoty world of forensic entomology. Why do these killers do what they do, how do they get away with it for so long, and what is their final undoing? Riveting true crime stories to make you lock your doors at night. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

Elizabeth (Liz) Engstrom grew up in Park Ridge, Illinois (a Chicago suburb where she lived with her father) and Kaysville, Utah (north of Salt Lake City, where she lived with her mother). After graduating from high school in Illinois, she ventured west in a serious search for acceptable weather, eventually settling in Honolulu. She attended college and worked as an advertising copywriter. After eight years on Oahu, she moved to Maui, found a business partner and opened an advertising agency. One husband, two children and five years later, she sold the agency to her partner and had enough seed money to try her hand at full time fiction writing, her lifelong dream. With the help of her mentor, science fiction great Theodore Sturgeon, When Darkness Loves Us was published. Engstrom moved to Eugene, Oregon in 1986, where she lives with her husband Al Cratty, the legendary muskie fisherman, and their Duck Tolling Retriever, Jook. Liz holds a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing and a Master of Arts in Applied Theology, both from Marylhurst University. A recluse at heart, she still emerges into public occasionally to speak at a writers conference, or to teach a class on various aspects of writing the novel, essay, article or short story. An avid knitter and gardener, she is on faculty at the University of Phoenix and is always working on the next book. Website * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads $25 Amazon

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Fade Sale Blitz & Giveaway

Fade The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 1 by A.K. Morgen Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

What do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve believed it to be? When Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral wolf caged inside him. When they meet, everything they thought they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface. They don’t understand what’s happening to them or why, and they’re running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them. Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the world. **Only .99c on Amazon through November 10th!!** Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * Bookbub * Books2Read

A.K. Morgen is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fifteen years, and their furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. She graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She puts her education to use as a 911 Dispatch Supervisor, where she’s responsible for leading a team of dispatchers as they watch over police, EMS, and firefighters for her county. Ayden also writes steamy contemporary romance under the pen name Ayden K. Morgen. You can visit her online at or at the links below. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * BookBub * Amazon * Goodreads * Smashwords * Newsletter

I jumped as his voice sounded clear as bells in my head.
What are you doing? His mental voice was too calm. He’d heard my thoughts.
My face burned. I was trying to talk to you. I don’t exactly know how to do it, I answered,
defensive and mortified. I didn’t mean to share those last thoughts with him, and like so much
else, he’d received them anyway.
Again, it just wasn’t fair.
I guess it worked. He sounded amused, though his tone seemed darker than usual, like when
he kissed me. I stored that knowledge away for future use.
I don’t know where Chelle lives.
You could have called.
Why? You never call me.
Would you like me to call you?
No. I had his attention now. Why bother with the phone? It didn’t make sense. Still, would it kill
him to pick up the phone once in a while, like normal people did, instead of always leaving me to
do the calling?
I’m not normal people, Arionna.
How could one boy be so clueless?
Oh, forget it. Where does Chelle live?
Dace sighed then gave me her address.
I sat up straighter in the seat and put the car in drive, not even thanking him. Sue me, I wanted
to sulk for a little while. Talking to him aggravated me. Things that should have been obvious
were beyond him. He had no clue what a girl wanted. Ironic as hell since he got to know my
every thought whenever the desire struck. Meanwhile, I muddled along, trying to sort out this
person who made no sense half the time.
He didn’t even tell me no, he wouldn’t teach me how to figure out how to access his mind. He
ignored the situation and acted like I didn’t say anything the four thousand times I demanded to
know how. And even worse than all of that? I still felt him in there, nestled into his little corner of
my mind. I growled aloud.
Do you honestly think I’d take your virginity on a picnic table? His curious tone held more than a
little hurt.
Why not? I stopped at a red light. It’s better than the back of a car. I couldn’t hold back the
snippy reply.
Dace sighed. When we do that, Arionna, it won’t be on a picnic table in the middle of winter, or
in the back of a car. And you won’t regret it, not for a minute.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t try.
By the way, you’re going the wrong way. Chelle lives on the other side of town, behind the
grocery store.
“Ugh!” I yelled.

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When the Whistler Calls Book Tour & Giveaway

When the Whistler Calls by Carla Day Genre: Psychological Suspense Print Length: 166 pages Publisher: Gator House Publishing Publication Date: August 1, 2019

What if everything you knew about your life turned out to be a lie? And the people who you love and trust the most, aren’t who they say they are?Meet Rosie Morgan. After news of her husband’s fatal car crash, Rosie learns of his secret life. A life that will put her in the path of a sinister nightmare and The Whistler. As Rosie’s dreams of the whistling man become more real, she will stop at nothing to figure out his identity. While searching, a dark doorway opens to her childhood, where more secrets unravel, leaving her questioning who she really is.Will she find out what The Whistler wants before it is too late? Or will her past catch up to her? Who is Rosie Morgan? **On Sale for only .99 cents!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Carla was born in Leicestershire in 1970, to parents Barrie and Pamela Day. She moved from place to place, not really settling anywhere for any length of time but collecting life stories along the way, which she would one day pen, on a weather-beaten log in Wales, with her dog by her side. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Revenge Game Book Tour & Giveaway

The Revenge Game by Alice Gaines Genre: Contemporary Romance

Adam Morrow is a self-made millionaire. But one night with her could ruin everything… I’ve worked my ass off for what I have, and I’m damn proud of it. I started off with nothing and now I’m filthy rich. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like revenge to help you get your ass in gear. And that’s what I’m taking, with every exclusive resort I open—sweet, sweet revenge…on her. Nicole Westmore was my first love. The poor little rich girl stole my heart with her sweet smile, hot body, and irresistible innocence. The summer I worked for her father was the best time of my life…until he drove me away. Even then, I thought Nicole would wait for me. She didn’t. And so, I decided to get even, opening rival hotels, slowly driving them out of business. The old man is gone now, but Nicole is still running the company that’s about to collapse. All my hard work will soon pay off. And then I catch sight of her at a wedding, and all those feelings come rushing back–for both of us. Still, she doesn’t know what I’ve done—yet—and she seems more than willing. What will one night in her bed hurt? The sex is hotter than ever, and I can’t help wondering if I’ve made a mistake. Until I get up the next morning…and realize I’ve been kidnapped! Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

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Adam sat at the table in their cottage on the cove and watched Nicole prepare dinner. It
was exactly the sort of scene he’d fantasized about when he’d been young and in love. And for
once in a very long time, he faced an inner struggle.
Did he still hate her? No. Did he still hate her father? Sure, but what was the point? The
man was dead, and Adam was having sex with his daughter again. That in itself would have the
bastard spinning in his grave.
Did he still want to sink Westmore Hotels? Getting rid of the competition was a good
business move, revenge or not.
But the most important issue involved his own emotions. If he was having honeymoon
sex, would he be able to walk away when he’d had enough? Hell, would he ever have enough of
this woman? Sometime soon, he’d have to return to the office. And she’d have to go back to
work. They’d leave here, and then what? Could he do without her, or was he already in too deep?
He’d tried just about everything one body could do with sex, and it had all been fantastic
for him and for all his partners. But none of it compared with being with this woman, even in the
most ordinary of ways. Emotion—feelings—had to account for the difference. You had
honeymoon sex with someone you loved. Grant hadn’t said that, but he’d implied it. Was he
falling in love with Nicole all over again? Good God in heaven.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You look pensive.”
“I was only wondering if you’ve become domesticated,” he lied.
She laughed. “Not likely. I love to cook, but I’m happy to have someone else clean up.”
“Spoiled little rich girl.”
“There are some good things about being spoiled and rich.” She picked up a colander full
of greens and a bowl and approached the table.

“Here,” she said as she put both in front of him. “How good are you at tearing up lettuce
for a salad?”
“I promise you, I can tear up anything you want.”
She laughed again. She seemed to do it easily, quite in contrast with the tense woman
who’d confronted him at Grant’s sister’s wedding. They were getting along now…more or less.
As long as she didn’t find out about Vivian.
She went back to work near the sink, shelling shrimp for a Cajun dish. An array of spices
and fresh herbs stood all around her cutting board. This promised to be quite a feast.
He had to end the honeymoon before he lost control of his emotions completely. They
were competitors, and he might still end up taking over Westmore Hotels. If he did, she’d hate
him, and they’d end up back at square one. No. He had to get back to New York and get some
distance from her so he could clear his head and figure out where to go from here.
But first, he had a little treat in store for her, if she liked that kind of thing. He’d made a
detour to the resort gift shop and had liberated a few silk scarves. Long ones. Long enough to tie
wrists and ankles to the posts at the corners of their bed.
She was wearing shorts that snuggled against her butt in a particularly tempting way.
They weren’t super tight, allowing movement, but they still showed off her curves. He’d cupped
her buttocks with his palms as he drove himself into her, so the mere act of staring at her aroused
him. She might not go for the silk, but he’d definitely have sex with her. One last indulgence
before he got her to agree the time had come to return to the real world.
“Why don’t you take a break and come over here?” he said.
She turned and cocked her head, staring at the lettuce she’d put in front of him. “You
haven’t touched that.”

“I don’t feel like cooking right now.”
“But dinner…”
“It can wait for a while,” he said.
She put down her knife, turned, and rested her backside against the counter. “What on
earth could you possibly have in mind?”
He gave her a grin—that came more easily now, too—and he turned in his chair and
patted his knee. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
She sauntered toward him. “You’re a sex fiend, you know?”
“I’ve been called worse.”
She sat on his knee and draped her arms around his shoulders. Being this close to her, he
could get lost in the emerald gleam of her eyes. They definitely held a wicked twinkle.
“I had a really nasty thought as I watched you on the elliptical today,” he said.
“You were watching me?”
“You know I can’t take my eyes off you,” he said.
“That’s nice.” She pressed her lips against his, just long enough to give him a taste of her.
“Really nice.”
With her butt on his thigh, her legs sat near his crotch. Her kisses and the scent of her
perfume had already warmed his libido, and his sex thickened and hardened in anticipation of
having her yet again. If she’d been a drug, he would have been addicted long before now. This
was exactly why he needed some distance. But not quite yet.
“So, anyway…my wicked thought,” he said.
She moved her mouth to his ear and blew into it. “Do tell.”
He shuddered as a bolt of lightning slashed through him. Holy crap, she could turn him

on. “A little exotic play, maybe. But only if it excites you.”
She straightened. “Exotic? How?”
“Trust. I’m going to prove to you that I trust you completely.” For now, they’d leave
aside the question of whether she could trust him.
She leaned back and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “You’re not going to
fall backward and trust me to catch you, are you?”
“Nothing quite that innocent,” he said. “I’m going to let you tie me up.”
She hooted. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Only if you want to. It’s your call.”
She stared into his eyes. “You’re serious.”
“There’s a bag from the hotel gift shop in the bedroom. It has enough silk scarves to tie
me pretty securely to the bed.”
“I did see that bag.” She bit her lip. “Silk scarves, huh?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me, of course,” he said.
“But I could tie you up, and…”
“Do whatever you want to me.” The more he thought about this plan, the hotter he got.
Imagine, her crawling all over him. Getting naked but not allowing him to touch her. He couldn’t
do anything for his own pleasure unless she allowed it. If she toyed with him for a good, long
while and then finally allowed him to climax, the orgasm would tear him apart. What a way to
“Would that really turn you on?” she asked.
“It already has. Touch me if you want proof.”

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