Monday, June 13, 2016

Release Blast w/Giveaway: Dishonor Thy Wife by Belinda Austin

A Psychological Thriller of Sexual Obsession and a Twisted Romance.

Belinda Austin
Releasing June 13th, 2016

A Psychological Thriller of Sexual Obsession and a Twisted Romance.

Ronni and Brad have an arranged marriage. Six years ago, he broke off with his fiancée or else face jail time for getting the then underage Ronni pregnant, i.e. statutory rape. The couple has not slept together since. The spoiled Brad is resentful and can be verbally abusive to both Ronni and their daughter who he mostly ignores.

Brad is not the only one trapped in an unwanted marriage. Ronni was a dirt-poor teenager when her grandfather forced her to marry the rich medical student. She is simply trying to make the best of a bad marriage until she can finish college and be able to support herself and Traci.

One day after a medical conference, Brad returns home a changed man. He starts acting like a real father to Traci who now adores him. Brad even treats Ronni with kindness. As her heart melts towards Brad, Ronni wonders if he is still seeing his mistress. As her heart melts towards Brad, Ronni wonders if he is still seeing his mistress even as she begins to trust him.

Ronni finds she enjoys her husband spying through the keyhole of her bedroom door. She begins to perform for him.

Once Ronni has a taste of forbidden passion, she is addicted until Brad begins acting like a Jekyll-Hyde and his violent outbursts return. She believes he may be bipolar, never realizing that something far more sinister is going on, and she is playing a dangerous game beneath the covers with Brad.

As secrets unfold, lies unravel, and fraud is uncovered, what happened at a Philly medical convention sets off a chain of events that begs the question, does a woman really know the cracks beneath her husband's skin?


Well here goes, now it begins, a devious plan concocted in Philly. “You look nice, Ronni.” Wow! My voice had gone up as if she clenched my balls because the wife looked unbelievably sexy. In soft light, she appeared almost pretty with her hair mussed. One strap of her t-shirt drooped over her shoulder.
Okay, down boy! Quit picturing how she would look with pointy nipples tingling with excitement, and legs spread wide, hips humping. I cursed the desire welling inside my dark soul. I must not sleep with her—ever! That was our agreement. “Ronni?” I said in a eunuch voice.
“Well, who were you expecting, Brad? Fool!”
Next to the wedding picture was a photo of a child, supposedly my daughter. The oldest trick in the book was to trap a man with pregnancy.
“No one calls me a fool and gets away with it!”
She ran towards the stairs.
My legs were longer and I grabbed her arm, laughing at her kicking and missing.
I spun her around, trapping her with my arms. Our bodies touched everywhere and I held her even tighter. “You smell of jasmine,” I moaned, lowering her to the stairs and raining kisses across her neck. Her wiggling aroused me beyond belief. I throbbed, pounding with such pressure; all I could think of was easing my pain in Ronni. My blood rushed to that one spot where my need was desperate. At this moment, the act was worth any price. Guilt could come later. I closed my eyes, and muttered, “God, I promise to say ten Hail Marys later even though I’m not Catholic.”
I shoved her hand on my pants, rubbing her palm against me. “Please, I need you, Ronni. Feel how much I want you. I need you so much, Ronni. Please, stroke me, pet me. Yeah, that’s it. More!”
She quit struggling and groaned.
I removed my hand and she continued rubbing. Squeezing. Pulling. Caressing.
My breath came in deep gasps. “Unzip me,” I panted and tugged at the zipper of her pants, my fingers clumsily poking her.
“Ouch, get off me you oaf!”
She slapped my cheek hard, sobering me, making me remember who we were and that bed was out of the question between us. “Again, Brad? You’re raping me again?”
I stood, straightening my pants and feeling rather sheepish about the rape thing. I plunked down on a step to conceal my throbbing arousal, looking like a petulant child. Any moment now, I might have a temper tantrum—Ronni really should give out to her husband. She was a tramp, just as her mother had been.
“I wish you stayed in Philadelphia permanently, Brad, or the plane crashed,” she snapped.
I never struck a woman in my life and clenched my hands into fists, resisting the urge to punch her. It took a minute for my pants to deflate. I then stumbled up the stairs, banging my ankle against the last step.

Belinda is a former Software Engineer and Web Developer. She is a Zumbaholic. Belinda loves to create novels with twists and turns, and love stories that will squeeze your heart. Her goal is to entertain and touch you by making you laugh, cry, get angry: go through the emotional experience that makes us all human and by doing so humanize her characters.
Her aim with her books is to grab the reader by the shirt collar and drag him or her into the novel, and not let go until the end. She hopes that the reader will not just read her story, but experience it, with chills, blood pounding, brain bursting, etc.

Belinda was born in the Los Angeles area and lives in Texas.

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Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: The Runner's Enticement by Addie Jo Ryleigh

Enter to Win a Gifted Ebook of THE DUKE'S TEMPTATION
(Men of Circumstance Book One)

Men of Circumstance #2
Addie Jo Ryleigh
Released May 18th, 2016
Soul Mate Publishing

A Duke. A Runner. An Earl.
Three men, each born into different circumstances.
Each fighting to overcome their own adversity.
All striving to change their past.

As much as Nathaniel Frederickson, bastard brother to the Duke of Wesbrook, loathes the status and consequence of his lowly birth, he has reinvented himself by becoming London’s leading Bow Street Runner. But no matter his success or his charm, he never seems to be good enough.

Lady Annabel Baines, self-professed bluestocking, has one goal in life. To create a legacy for her deceased mother by ensuring the success of her school for young ladies. Even if it means being beholden to a man intent on ruining her life, forcing her to make impossible, heartrending choices.

Assigned to recovering stolen artifacts, Nate is thrust into Anna’s privileged world. To make matters worse, he is forced to protect her from a mysterious threat she refuses to acknowledge. While fighting Anna’s stubbornness—and his unwanted fascination with the spoiled chit—Nate becomes the renewed target of a blackmailer thought to be destroyed . . . while a killer sets his sights on Anna.

Will the well-born bluestocking ultimately save the bastard Runner?


His longer stride allowed him to reach her before she vanished into the shadows of the entry. Securing her elbow, he directed her to an empty room off to the left of the foyer. Time to remind Lady Annabel exactly who is in charge.
His quick maneuver only allowed for her to sputter in resistance. As soon as the door clicked shut, she yanked free and rounded on him. “How dare you mistreat me in such a way!”
The flash of fire in her eyes held him spellbound. Gone was the perfectly put together gentlewoman. In her place stood a wild and captivating woman. The kind of woman he would easily welcome into his bed.
At his silence she continued, “I should have you dismissed for your impertinence.”
With the return of the haughty noble, the spell was broken. The heat simmering in her glare would never melt the coldness born of the nobility.
His touch hadn’t been anywhere near brutish, but he recognized the meaning beneath her objection. “Forgive me, princess, for soiling your precious sleeve with my dirty hand.”
Given the narrowing of her eyes, she knew, as well as he, his hands were as clean as hers.
“I would never—”
He didn’t give her the chance to launch into a lecture. He’d brought her here for a purpose. “We need to set a few things straight.” He ignored her sharply indrawn breath. “Firstly, I’m not your lackey. You may have the rest of England on a tether but you’ll never have me. I’m here to do a job and I’m not about to let an overindulged, spoiled brat stand in my way.”
So much for being reasonable. There was just something about the petite Lady Annabel that provoked him beyond anything he’d experienced before. More than just her title stirred his blood. Even when faced with the most condescending members of the ton, Nate still managed to hold onto his dignity and poise.
The entire mission might be manageable if she understood he would be the one setting the course. Moreover, if there was a threat to her safety, her rushing headlong into a situation could get her hurt—or even killed.
“Secondly, I am not your lap dog. I won’t sit and stay on command. Or obediently follow where you lead. If you have somewhere you absolutely must be, you will inform me before we go gallivanting all over England. Your father hired me to do a job and dammit, I will do it the best way I know how. Which doesn’t include you dictating our every move. I am the professional, after all,” he tacked on for good measure.
Given her glowering expression, she’d comprehended every word. And had found issue with each one.
Oh, hell. She was about to become indignant. The last thing he needed was an overwrought silk-stocking who felt the world had wronged her. Why couldn’t Lawson have sent him to some corner of the country lacking the delicate sensibilities of the nobility? He’d have gone to Scotland if need be.
Just when Nate thought he had her pegged and was prepared for her vicious onslaught, she took a steady breath and her eyes cleared like a passing storm.
Her voice held complete calm when she answered, “Mr. Frederickson, since you found it within yourself to speak so . . . honestly . . . with me, I feel I should return the courtesy. First, I will concede you are the expert. My father wouldn’t have entrusted myself—or his collection—to anyone less than capable. However, I’m not about to set aside my freedoms on what we both know to be an overreaction on my father’s part.”
She paused while he remained silent. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to respond. In the last minute, she’d destroyed every expectation he had.
He didn’t get an opportunity to think on it as her eyes suddenly narrowed and pinned his boots to the floor. He felt like a wayward student who’d spoken out of turn. “I have never in my life treated someone as a lap dog. No matter if their arrogance demanded it. If you are looking for someone who has acted childish, Mr. Frederickson, I suggest you place yourself in an empty room and look in a mirror. Overindulged, spoiled brat indeed!” Her chest expanded with visible outrage as she finished chastising him.

Q & A with Addie Jo Ryleigh

What books/authors have influenced your writing?

There have been many authors who have influenced my writing. These would be wonderfully talented ladies who introduced me to historical romances and made it impossible for me not to fall in love with the genre. Most notably would be Karen Hawkins, Sabrina Jeffries, Stephanie Laurens, Victoria Alexander, Eloisa James, and Julia Quinn. There have been many more over the years (and probably a couple I’ve forgotten) but these ladies are some of the originals I adore.

 Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

Grocery shopping. It isn’t fun. It isn’t rewarding and it is never-ending. I feel like I’m doing it all the time but with three growing boys, I suspect it will be torturing me for some time.

 What's your pet peeve?

Most of my pet peeves occur while driving. But one of the biggest ones is when someone uses their turning signal AFTER they are already IN the turn lane. Ummm…what would be the purpose of that? You’ve already moved out of the driving lane and are sitting in the turn lane. Obviously you are turning. And why couldn’t you have turned it on 15 seconds earlier when you were making your move into the turn lane?

When you are in writer mode, music or no music? If music do you have a playlist

Music, very much so! I love music. As for a playlist, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I love all genres and all ranges. For a while my surefire way of discovering new music was from watching movies and purchasing soundtracks from my favorites. There is usually a huge variety of music on a soundtrack. Despite owning well over 2,000 songs that I have synced on iTunes, when I’m writing I typically use Pandora and adjust the station based on my mood. I’ll listen to everything from oldies to current rock to country. It all depends on the day.

What’s you next project?

I have two project I’m currently working on. I’m in the process of finishing book three in the Men of Circumstance series (THE EARL’S UNDOING). It will conclude with Marcus’s story. Marcus is a very notable earl who finds himself struggling between being the man he vowed to be and the woman he finds himself bound to. I can’t wait to see how he figures it all out. I also recently started a new exciting project. I’m a part of The Soul Mate Tree project with Soul Mate Publishing. It will be a novella collection that, when complete, will include thirteen different stories. My contribution, ONCE UPON A LADY, is a historical romance and has a release date of November 2017. It is still very new but I’m enjoying where it is going. You can find more information on both on my website.

What's the one thing, you can't live without?

This might be the writer in me but I couldn’t live without books. It is often a struggle for me to balance my time between writing my own books and reading all the books I have on the to be read pile. There is nothing better than getting lost in a book…yep, totally the writer in me.

What is your favorite movie (song)?

I wish I could give you a list…a very long list. Once upon a time I thought I wanted to be a movie director when I grew up, so you can about imagine how much I love movies and how many I could classified as a favorite. But one of my all-time favorite movies is Love Actually. I love how all the stories and characters are intertwined, to the point where you might miss some of the connections the first time you watch it. And there are so many love stories with so many happy endings in one movie.

Clean shaven, Scruff, beard, or mustache.

I’m good with either clean shaven or scruff. Though I’d probably gravitate to scruff (which is why Nate in THE RUNNER’S ENTICEMENT sports some sexy scruff). Even a well-groomed goatee would be okay. Some men can easily pull off a beard or a mustache (and I’m more than good with that) but if describing the “perfect male specimen” a lot of facial hair would not be on the list.

Addie Jo Ryleigh writes historical regency romances that feature rakish heroes and strong feisty heroines. Addie Jo lives in the same cold winter and hot summer area of Minnesota where she was born and raised. And frankly, wouldn’t live anywhere else. Sharing in the raising of her three extremely rambunctious boys is her very understanding husband that so graciously enabled her to fulfill her dream of writing. Keeping Addie Jo company while she writes (besides her wonderfully loud children) is her yorkipoo, Bella, who is never far from Addie Jo’s side.

Addie Jo has always had a love and passion for romance books and became engrossed in historical romance (particularly Regency) soon after graduating from Lurlene McDaniel’s young adult books. Currently, Addie Jo reads any genre that has a great emotional story that keeps her reading into the early hours of the morning.

Addie Jo has a bachelor degree in accounting and is a financial coordinator when not driving her children around central Minnesota, cuddled up with a good book, or writing her next story.

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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Back to Yesterday by Pamela Sparkman


Back to Yesterday

by Pamela Sparkman Publication Date: May 2, 2016 Genres: Adult, Historical, Military, Romance
Purchase: Amazon
Everyone loves a good love story. The stories that make you feel warm all over. The kind that leaves you the slightest bit envious because the story belongs to someone else and not you. The stories that make your heart race and on the edge of pain and pleasure. Pain because your heart hurts and pleasure because your heart hurts. An unlikely combination, yet, that’s the stuff good love stories are made of. Ours could have been like that. We could have made a beautiful love story. But when he was ready for that epic love story, I was afraid to fall in love, too hurt by my past to trust anyone. Then, when I was ready for the epic love story, he was gone. And I was alone. And the only thing I got was the pain. It was time I told him the things that were in my heart but too afraid to say out loud. I wrote the letter I needed to write and prayed it wasn’t too late. Dear Charlie, You were right. I was wrong. I’ve never been more wrong in my life. There – I said it. I’ll say it a million times if you just come back to me. Come back to me. Please! I was so wrong. I do love you. Sophie

About Pamela Sparkman

I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. The older I got the more in love with books I became. So, I’m admitting that I am sort of a nerd. The only reading I don’t like are those math word problems. And I’m okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life… “If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?” It just doesn’t happen. So, yeah, books are my thing. Oh and music. All kinds. Love it!

Book Blast w/Giveaway: The Girl Who Could Change Fate by Cassidy Ostergren

The Girl Who Could Change Fate
by Cassidy Ostergren
GENRE: YA Fantasy


Cassidy will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please visit to follow the tour, remember the more you comment better your chances on winning.



Lacey Joy White considers herself unremarkable in every way: she worries over choosing the right clothes, tries to maintain a D in chemistry, and spends nights creeping on her crush on Facebook. And she can alter the future.

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“How did you guys know we were here?” asked Christian quietly.

Dawson dispelled his gaze from his dead friend. “Some drunken buddies of mine told me they couldn’t believe part of the party was making fireworks out of my barn. I came to check out what they meant when I ran into Brandon and Courtney. They called the police and the Regime right away.”

I gaped at him. Party? What party? And then it jolted me—Dawson’s Halloween shindig, where normal people were getting sloshed and making out with friends and not getting killed. Had that all really been a mere half an hour or so ago?

I knelt down and cradled my face in my hands. Trinity stooped to rub my back. But her motherly caressing couldn’t stop the silently spreading need inside of me…I wasn’t normal, no—not like Emily Boyle and her Creepe cronies and all those others. I had my gift, the one which I couldn’t help but seek to use…And did Christian undergo any of this when he exploited his Memory Shifting?

I glanced up at him, hoping to recognize any sign that he had enjoyed manipulating his power, savoring that untamed triumph, in that moment where he had control like no one else did. But he just stood there, defeated, shaking his head absently.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Cassidy Ostergren was born and grew up in the DC metropolitan area. She attended Roanoke College in Salem, VA, where she majored in Creative Writing and English, and published several of her works in both the college and local magazines. She is currently a full-time novelist of YA fiction and lives on Oak Island, NC, where she enjoys taking walks on the beach with her dog and composing her newest stories.

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Review Tour w/Giveaway: Straight to Heaven by Christine Young

Straight to Heaven

by Christine Young
GENRE: Historical/Time Travel Romance


Christine Young will be awarding one winner for Highland Surprise, one winner for Storm's Passion, and one winner for their name in the next book to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please visit to follow the tour, remember the more you comment better your chances on winning.



Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground where up is down and elements of nature are contested. Though a strong independent woman in the twenty-first century' she is unprepared for life in the 1800s. Her first sight of the formidable James Lawrence makes her heart skip a beat, giving her cause to reconsider her desperate need to find a way home.

Born with a silver spoon, James’ life was torn apart during the War Between the States. Moving west he vows to put the life he once knew in the past. When he discovers a half-frozen woman near Gold Hill, his heart begins to thaw. His love for Alexandra and his need to keep her from a man who has pursued her through time might cost him his life as well as hers.



She was lost. Frantic. So close to hysteria she tasted the fear bubbling up inside her and threatened to consume every coherent thought.

Lies. Everything he said was a lie. Tears welled in her eyes yet she quickly brushed them away, refusing to give in to the possibility his words were true.
Everything Sean Cassidy said was a lie.

Alexandra's father went missing and was presumed dead after the Gulf War. He was not alive somewhere in the South Pacific like Sean said. He had not abandoned her. He couldn't have because Alexandra's mother had told her that her father loved them more than life itself.

Cold air and needle thin branches stung her face as she raced through a thicket and away from Sean Cassidy. "No way..." she said aloud. She held her breath, stiffening then straining to see past the curious shadows that flickered and danced around her. A sudden snap of a twig startled her.

"It's not true. My father loved me. My mother was not his wealthy whore," she cried out suddenly. "Damn you. You're not going to touch me—not again. Not ever!" Furious with her stupidity and determined to get away, she fought the surge of fear and humiliation engulfing her, prayed Sean was somewhere else, prayed, too, that he'd lost her trail. She ran faster, her heart pounding.

Terrified, she knew her prayers would never be answered. He would chase after her, would never willingly let her go. A man like Sean Cassidy would never quit. He'd pursue her until he caught her and exacted his revenge.

Alexandra's determination and stubborn pride surfaced, and she tried to forget what Sean Cassidy had done; the awful lies he'd told her. She stiffened, bracing herself against the memory and the revulsion that refused to leave her. Sean and his groping hands. His refusal to stop. She knew about date rape, seen videos, but she'd never expected to be a victim. Damn him. An icy chill swept through her again.

Terror and dread returned two-fold, insinuating and compelling every thought, every breath, every beat of her heart. Alexandra stopped and tried to find her bearings before wrapping her arms around herself for warmth, making sure her fingers slid beneath the jacket she wore. Resting against a tree, she closed her eyes, and her breath tore from her in ragged little spurts. Her breathing was all she could hear now. The rest of the forest was cloaked in silence and with the sudden peace and stillness, her nightmare returned.
"One letter. A lost letter found in an old trunk..." Sean had thought he had unequivocal rights to her body. He thought because the letter said her mother was bought and paid for, it gave him the right to use her anyway he wished. But his insinuations were all lies and he'd found out how wrong he was about her.

She told him no when he first tried to kiss her, had wrenched her hand from his when he tried to hold it. There had never been a question. But he ignored her adamant "no" and she resorted to begging and pleading with him to stop, yet he'd kept at her, tearing at her clothes. Shivers started once again, horrible teeth rattling shivers.

"So where are you, Sean Cassidy? And where am I?"


Review 4 Stars

This is a different genre than I usually read but I fully enjoyed it. MS. Young has written a lovely story of love in some time travel. I love straight-laced and chauvinistic! Boy, did Alexandria show him! Their showdowns are awesome! I laughed a lot at them but cried too! she wove the story well! Thank you to Goddess Fish for the opportunity to reads & review Straight to Heaven.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate, and a few years later received her Master's degree in secondary education and counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota's Bride, the summer of 1998 and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers have intertwined with raising three children.  Christine's newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press. Christine is the founder, editor and co-owner with her husband. They live in Salem, Oregon.