Moon Dance Book Tour & Giveaway 4/21 – 5/21


Moon Dance
by Desiree King

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Life can be difficult for normal people, it can

be hell for the
supernatural and no one knows that better than Alex
Summerland. She`s beautiful, rich, and famous.

What more could any teenage girl want?
But all is not as it seems and delving into her past is like unlocking a
Pandora’s box of living nightmares.

Victor is the opposite of everything she`s ever known.
He`s America`s bad boy and Alex is going on a wild ride across the
country
with the world`s loudest rock band.

Will she get a second chance at a happy ending or will she crash and
burn?

I’m a author from Phoenix Arizona. I’ve been writing most of my life but
only in the last few years have I had the guts to put my work out
there for others to read. Books are my passion as well as my two
loves my husband and son. I believe in supporting local art whether
it is a band an artist or author go out and experience the art of the
world in all its forms.
 
I’m running in a dark forest.
The loamy earth feels soft under my bare feet and my breath is coming as fast pants. The trees are like
lifeless sentinels all around me watching my witless terror as I race for the lights I glimpse between the
trunks. ‘If I could just reach the light I would be safe,’ I thought to myself. My heart sank as I heard him
behind me, chasing me. I knew that if he were to catch me I would be trapped and he might take my soul
along with my blood. I put everything I could into my sprint and faster, feeling the twigs and small
branches whip my bare skin, slicing deep, and feel the warmth slide down as blood wells up and drops to
the thirsty earth. This eerie wood seemed to be never ending and the wind was cold, blowing into my
face. My blood frozen in my veins, I would never escape him. I was almost there when I blinked and
found myself transported to a crowded bar. I was sandwiched in the crush of people. The air was hot andsmelled of smoke and sweat and I could barely hear myself think over the din of the people and the hard-
pulsing rock song coming from the stage. My heart still raced but now I could feel it and enjoy it as the

terror turned to the rush of the crowd and I joined their twisting, writhing dance, hypnotized by the beat
and lost in the melody. The band would play forever and I would die here in this ecstasy, and happily.
The crowd seemed to get tighter. I was surrounded. The air was getting tighter by the second and there
was an explosion, maybe a flash pot on the stage or maybe a grenade but I felt my feet leave the ground
as the brightness ate away my sight. “Alex…” I heard my name being whispered into my ear in a deep
voice, an unfamiliar voice. I was in the dark again but instead of the forest I was standing in a strange
bedroom. I looked down at myself to see hands on my hips, smearing what looked to be blood and ink on
my skin, almost glittering in the moon light. His hands were strong and covered in tattoos and I watched
them carefully as the red and black sank into my skin, leaving only a black tattoo of a wolf`s paw print on
my hip. The room was silent but for our breathing and I was just getting used to the silence when I heard
a deep growl behind me and more importantly, felt it rumble thru his chest where it was pressed to my
back.
Suddenly I was awake sitting up in my bed in my hotel suite. I was gasping for breath and covered in
sweat. Today was my last day here in LA and I knew just how I wanted to spend it.

 

Follow the tour HERE
for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!

 

 

 




Tempted by the Viscount Book Tour & Giveaway 4/20 – 5/20

Tempted by the Viscount

 

by Sofie Darling
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: June 27th, 2018
London, April 1825

Lord Jakob Radclyffe left his past behind in the Far East. Or so he thinks

until a ruthless thief surfaces in London, threatening to ruin his
daughter’s reputation. With the clock ticking, Jake needs the
scandalous Lady Olivia Montfort’s connections in the art world to
protect his daughter’s future.

Olivia, too, has a past she’d like to escape. By purchasing her very own

Mayfair townhouse, she’ll be able to start a new life independent
from all men. There’s one problem: she needs a powerful man’s
name to do so. The Viscount St. Alban is the perfect name.

A bargain is struck.

What Olivia doesn’t anticipate is the temptation of the viscount. The

undeniable spark of awareness that races between them undermines her
vow to leave love behind. Soon, she has no choice but to rid her
system of Jake by surrendering to her craving for a single scorching
encounter.

But is once enough? Sometimes once only stokes the flame of desire higher

and hotter. And sometimes once is all the heart needs to risk all and

follow a mad passion wherever it may lead.



Sofie spent much of her twenties raising two boys and reading every book

she could get her hands on. Once she realized that she was no longer
satisfied with simply reading the books she loved, that she must
write them, too, she decided to finish her degree and embark on a
writing career. Mr. Darling and the boys gave her their wholehearted
blessing.

When she’s not writing heroes who make her swoon, she runs a marathon
in
a different state every year, visits crumbling medieval castles
whenever she gets a chance, and enjoys a slightly codependent
relationship with her beagle, Bosco.


His feet began a slow prowl forward, steadily erasing the distance between them, inch by deliberate inch.
She should feel panicked, or, at least, unsettled, by his purposeful approach. But those feelings refused to
take hold. The anxiety and anticipation of seconds ago flared into a single overwhelming sensation:
desire, white hot, ravenous.
He drew within a foot of her and stopped. The only sound in the room the jagged in and out of her breath.
So this was what it was to be a wanton? Aching from the nearness of his withheld touch, excruciatingly
delicious and exquisitely tortured all at once.
“Why are you here?” she muttered.
“How should I answer that question?” he returned, his voice a low, masculine register that quaked her to
her core. His head lowered, lips hovering just above hers for one, two, three rapid heartbeats, his breath a
whisper across her lips. “Like this?”

 

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!

 

 


Glimpses of Wilderness Book Tour & Giveaway 4/20 – 5/20


Glimpses of Wilderness
The Glimpses Series Book 1
by Lee Ann Ward
Genre: YA Romance

No nightmares about my dad’s car crashing or my sister’s tiny face

vanishing in a window of red. No, not anymore. Now when I sleep I
fall into an expanse of frozen wilderness, the other life I’ve lived…

The one I’ve lived with him.
Anna experiences vivid dreams from a past-life she lived in the 1800s
with
her husband Robert and their children in the wilderness of the
Michigan Territory. Much like her own mother grieving the man and
child she lost, Anna can’t simply let go of the memories that haunt her.
But when she runs into Robert in this lifetime, a whirlwind of their past
lives—and deaths—rocks her modern world to the core. What will
she be willing to risk to spend every lifetime with Robert?
In the twists and turns of “repeating” their lives over and over
through time, Anna must sacrifice everything for a glimpse of
immortal love.



Lee Ann Ward is an award-winning fiction author with a background in
journalism and mass communications. She is also the former Senior
Editor of Champagne Books. Her love of books started at the age of
three, and she’s been addicted ever since. She’s published six novels
with her seventh and eighth on the way (SEE a YA paranormal by
Evernight Teen in June 2017 and GLIMPSES OF WILDERNESS a YA romance
by Inkspell Publishing in December 2017) and has written several
more. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, singing, baking designer
cakes, bowling and dreaming. She’s married to Joe (who also happens
to be her publicist) and they have 4 sons whom they adore, and a
granddaughter who is the love of their life. They make their home in
the small fishing community of Bayou La Batre, Alabama.



“Now you’re all mine,” he whispers near my skin, causing my arms to prickle with gooseflesh when his
breath tickles my ear. “All mine.”
The strength of his arms around me coaxes my body to full awareness. I inhale his scent as he pulls me
into his chest—a mixture of sweat, leather, and smoke. I am forever stunned by the way our bodies mold
together, like nothing in this icy wilderness could ever feel this warm, this perfect, this well-matched. I
belong to him, and he to me.
His kisses trail across my cheek and down my neck. I lift my chin when the stubble of his days-old beard
scratches the tender flesh he’s now consuming. He reaches for the first button of my dress and I close my
eyes, anticipating the feel of his fingers on my willing skin when he whispers, “First, come with me, my
love. I have something to show you.”

 

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

 

 


The Sehhinah Trilogy Book Tour & Giveaway 4/20 – 5/20


The Stars That Rise at Dawn
Šehhinah Book 1
By Ivana Skye
Genre: Urban Fantasy

Yenatru had always had trouble making friends. So he didn’t expect that

he’d have such an easy time befriending Lucifer…

Meanwhile, his one previous friend Elīya is still not over the loss of the
third member of their friend group, Tamar. She disappeared one day to
become one of God’s Holy, and as far as Elīya’s concerned,
nothing’s ever been the same. It doesn’t help that her university
philosophy program is turning out much less interesting than she’d hope.
It could be that Yenatru’s weird new friend has just the skills she
needs to solve all her problems. But in order to get Lucifer’s
help, she’ll have to confront parts of herself she’s never dared to.



The Birds That Fly at Dusk
Šehhinah Book 2

Celyet’s been trying to keep her head low ever since she left the camp of

demons she grew up in. But then she actually talks to a barista at
the local coffee shop. And then an angel gets involved…

Celyet finds nothing more terrifying than
the idea of being misued or
misinterpreted by people. That’s why she hasn’t been talking to
anyone for half a year. But when she challenges herself to visit
somewhere in town she’s never been, she ends up making a terrible
mistake, bringing her time spent hiding to an abrupt end.
Sän may work at a coffee shop, but that doesn’t mean they know how to
comfort people. But they really want to find a way to make a
difference for that sad-looking demon who keeps coming in.
And just because the shop’s owned by the angel Jibril doesn’t mean
that they’re going to stop by anytime soon and start flinging puns
at people … right?

The Lives That Argue For Us

Šehhinah Book 3

Teśena and Kjorel have been in an open relationship for years. But when

Kjorel leaves to travel for eight months, Teśena doesn’t really
have anyone else to turn to. Well, except the most powerful person in
the world…

Everyone knows God
is made of fire. So of course no one would ever suggest that the
easily-overwhelmed Teśena try praying to Them. Then why, when Teśena
tries to do exactly that in a moment of desperation, do they seem to
get along so well?
On the other
side of the world, Kjorel’s dealing with a loneliness of his own.
That is, until he starts his visit to the city of Ēnnuh, and finds a
boyfriend within a few days. With no way to contact Teśena, he can
only hope their previous agreements stand … or that Teśena will
improbably find a way to communicate with him anyway.
After all, what’s a few thousand miles when you have God on your side?

Ivana Skye is a disaster without a permanent address, who much like her

characters, spends a lot of time navigating the transition into
adulthood and screaming. Oh, and writing. She does a lot of that too.

Despite currently being in the middle of multiple months
of travel through various countries she is not from, she still
retains a strong connection to the state of Colorado, where she will
probably permanently live. Eventually.
 

[Excerpt from The Stars that Rise at Dawn:]
“Most people think of you as somewhat dignified,” Yenatru points out. “Someone with
pride. Impressive.”
Lucifer clutches a hand to her chest. “Ow, don’t go implying I don’t have pride.
I like being prideful! ’S fun.”
“You are attempting and failing to banter with some really shy boy you met in a
university library,” Yenatru says, deadpan.
“I did say I was pathetic,” Lucifer says with a smile. “Do you believe me now?”
Yenatru thinks about that for a moment, then nods. “Yes. Yes, I believe you.”
Lucifer’s smile turns harder, almost determined. “Good.”

[Excerpt from the prologue of The Stars that Rise at Dawn:]
But there’s no fear anywhere in her. She’s looked. She’s said to herself so many times
today: if I have any hesitation, I’ll stop, I won’t do it. But she has none. And maybe that’s what
should scare her.
It doesn’t, though.
Besides, she only just a month back graduated secondary school, was officially
declared an adult. This is exactly the right time to decide to become something, not for any
reason she can quite name, but because everything in her says yes and nothing in her says no,
and what kind of person would she be if she didn’t listen to that?

[Excerpt from the prologue of The Birds that Fly at Dusk:]
She presses her hand against the clay at her side, lets the softness of it sink into her
skin. It’s almost strange to touch her soul, except not strange at all: it feels like home.
Safety.
Refuge.
Everything she is meant to be, and she is meant to be so much.

[Excerpt from The Lives that Argue for Us:]
Teśena’s not quite sure how this works, how to think to someone who’s this here with
aer, but ae tries, ae imagines almost an opening up of the memory of it all—and somehow this
act, this unfurling, itself gently glows.
A thousand wings shift again, eyes made of fire open and close, wheels made of fire
turn and turn. And the fire of God’s wings moves as if closer to aer, almost as if laughing,
understanding, something like a mirror wrapped in one of the wheels reflecting.
Teśena has made terrible, impulsive decisions, ae understands.
And God seems to respect that in the way God respects Themself.

 

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

 

 


Broken Series Book Tour & Giveaway 4/19 – 5/19


Broken Bitch
Broken Series Book 2
by A.L. Simpson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Callie McKenzie hadn’t had a good introduction to life.
A drug addicted mother caught in the crossfire of a bar shootout saw
her dumped in the foster system at the age of thirteen.


Life finally seemed to take a turn for the better when she was offered
adoption by a kindly couple but, she knew it couldn’t last. Tragedy
puts an end to her dream of a happy life when she is taken to the
isolated farm of an abusive distant relative.
At the age of seventeen, beaten and bruised, fearing for her life,
Callie flees.
In the dead of night, on a lonely road, Jake Prentiss – President of a
motorcycle club, finds her stumbling to freedom.
In the weeks that follow she is slowly pieced back together and falls
hard for her knight in shining leather. It doesn’t last long and
tragedy once again strikes.
At the age of eighteen, Callie finds herself alone again and in
prison.
Her cousin always said she was a BITCH.
Now, she was also BROKEN.



Broken Bastard
Broken Series Book 1
Present Day
My name is Tyler Maxwell Alexander. I’m twenty-eight years old. A few
months ago, I had it all. An executive job in a prestigious
investment firm owned by my father. Ha! Yeah, right – father. I’ll
explain about that later. I lived in a waterfront apartment
overlooking the harbor and drove a Mercedes convertible. Then, in the
blink of an eye, it was gone. All of it. Everything, except the
fucking clothes on my back. I was broken. A bastard. Did I mention,
I’m gay? No? Oh well, I have now.

This is the story of how my fairytale life turned to shit in
the blink of
an eye…….
I write a
variety of stories including Male/Male, Menage and
Shapeshifter.
Each book has a strong focus on story line with romantic interest building
throughout.

I explore real life issues from kids on the streets to motorcyle war
and put my own twist on each one.
I hope you take the opportunity to check out my offerings.

I spend the rest of the afternoon working on the Murphy account. A couple in their
mid-fifties, like my dad, who want to earn a little extra money to help make their retirement a
comfortable one. They want a third of their funds in safe investments, forty percent in low
risk and the last thirty percent in high risk.
Maxine and Thomas Murphy are a nice couple and I enjoy our chats when they come
to my office. They are the typical mom and dad investors our firm caters to and have one
hundred and twenty thousand dollars to invest. Not much to a business like ours. It’s five in
the evening when I close the file, satisfied I have placed their money wisely.
My phone buzzes and I smile as the message flashes on the screen. It’s Ryan. “Good
for tonight? 6pm at Riccardo’s?”
I text back, “yes” before pushing the chair back and standing. The files, previously
scattered all over my desk, are placed back in their folders in a walnut cabinet by the wall. I
check nothing is left out before turning the key in the lock to secure them for the night. That’s
something else that pisses me off – dad will only allow old fashioned hardcopy files. He
doesn’t know, that against his instructions, I also have them on my computer. I swear to
fucking God, my father and brother are dinosaurs.
I leave my office and am halfway down the hallway to the elevator when dad calls
from behind. I groan, wondering what he’ll want now. Turning around, I wait for him to
approach.
“Dad?”
“Where are you going?”
“Out for a drink with a friend.” Not that it’s any of your fucking business.
He raises an eyebrow. “Girlfriend?”
Yeah, nope, he doesn’t know I’m gay. None of my family are privy to that tidbit of
information. While mom and my brother would not take it well, dad would fucking lose it.
He’s by far the worst bigot I know. I can see it now, the explosion of his temper would
catapult us into the fucking stratosphere. Nope, definitely not going to give him that piece of
information anytime soon, if ever.
“No, friend from school. Why?”
Dad shoves his hands in the pockets of his Gucci pants and lowers his eyes to the
floor.
I follow his line of sight wondering what is suddenly so interesting down there. His
feet shuffle about and I wonder what he is so nervous about.
“Dad?”
He lifts his eyes to mine and licks his lips. Hmmm, definitely nervous.
“Samuel didn’t get the account.”
“I could say, I told you so.” I’m a smug sonofabitch. He’s taught me some things well.

“Yeah, well there’s more.” Dad swallows so hard, his Adam’s apple moves from the
bottom of his throat to the top at the speed of an express elevator. “Pope wants to leave four
hundred thousand with us, like he told you, for high risk investment. The rest he is taking
from us. He will only stay if you handle his account.”
“Why me? You said yourself, Samuel would do a better job.” I can’t resist throwing
his earlier sarcastic words back in his face.
“He said he’ll go high risk and pay our thirty percent only with you because you’ve
never let him down. He only trusts you.”
I lean against the wall, cross one leg over the other and fold my arms over my chest.
“You said the account was no longer mine so I’m focusing on other clients now.” I’m
enjoying doing this to the fucker, making him sweat. As an executive of the company, I can
accept or refuse any account as I see fit. Dad knows this and he also knows, he’s rubbed me
the wrong way.


 

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!