Friday, October 7, 2016

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: What's Left Of Me by Kimberly Lewis

Letting go of the past is never easy…

Kimberly Lewis
Releasing Oct 4th, 2016

Letting go of the past is never easy…

Jenna Olsen has spent the last four years trying to move on from the heartache that tore her world apart, but when Cole Sullivan suddenly shows up back in town all of those feelings come flooding back…and even some new ones she didn’t know were possible.

Leaving town all those years ago was necessary, but now that Cole finally has a handle on his life he decides to return home to his family, friends, and the woman he just can’t forget.

Coming back home though comes with its costs, and Cole ultimately has to decide…will he be able to fight his inner demons to keep Jenna in his life, or will the chance of hurting her again be too much to risk?

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Rain continues to pelt against the side of the house. Thunder rumbles low in the distance, and lightning flashes—its brightness fills the small bedroom. There’s no way I’m falling asleep in this mess. Even if it weren’t storming like crazy, I still wouldn’t be sleeping. The only reason I came to bed in the first place was because the lights went out.
Watching the movie was safe. It kept my focus off of Cole—of his mouth and hands. The popcorn helped too, and I’m so glad I thought to bring it over when I did. But now, lying here all by myself in the dark, all I can think about is him. My mind refuses to give me any relief, and my body begs for it. Being in his arms earlier? I can’t explain it, but it just felt right. The only other man I’ve ever been that close to was Mark, and he never made me feel the things I felt with Cole. It makes me sad to think I wasted so many years with someone only to walk away realizing the feelings I held were mediocre. These new feelings I have for Cole are hardly that way, but they make me nervous—not that anything bad is going to happen, but that something more could happen. Something good. Something amazing.
And I know that makes me sound crazy. Who knows? Maybe I am. But I can’t get involved with Cole. I feel like I barely know who he is anymore. Sure he’s still the same Cole I remember, but he’s changed, he’s … distant. I guess war does that to people.
When he disappeared four years ago, without a goodbye, without telling anyone where he was going, a piece of me left with him. He was the last thing in my life that made me feel like my brother was still alive, and without him around I just felt lost. I understand he was dealing with a lot of demons during that time—we all were. The effects of what happened in Afghanistan weighed heavily on his shoulders, but why he didn’t stay around and let us help him get through it just baffles me. We all lost something—someone. I just don’t get why he felt like he needed to deal with it alone? I could’ve helped him. I can help him. I just need him to let me.

Bestselling author Kimberly Lewis writes sweet, sexy contemporary romances filled with heart and humor.

Born and raised on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, this country girl caught the creative bug at an early age, doing everything from drawing to writing short stories. After dabbling in many genres, Kimberly rediscovered her love of romance stories and soon after published her first novel.

Kimberly still lives on the good old Eastern Shore of Maryland with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and spirited Doberman Pinschers. Along with writing, Kimberly enjoys reading, horseback riding, and spending time with her amazing family.

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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: The Time Traveler's Christmas by Amy Jarecki

  Today we have the blog tour for The Time Traveler’s Christmas by Amy Jarecki! Check it out and grab you're copy today! timetravelerscmas-manface-lighter     About The Time Traveler’s Christmas: A man’s life can fall apart in an instant… Tougher than oxhide, Lachlan Wallace can take about anything except a breakup call from his wife two minutes before competing in the Karate Championship of the World. Arriving home with a loss, he agrees to watch his uncle’s cat over the holidays. Or so he thinks—until he awakes on a fourteenth-century battlefield beside a woman fighting for her life.   Never underestimate a woman’s determination…   Taken from her at the age of two, Lady Christina de Moray hasn’t seen her son in thirteen years. While traveling with Robert the Bruce’s army to exchange an English prisoner for the lad, a battle erupts. Losing the fight, Christina is rescued by a mysterious warrior while the English escape with her son yet again.   And never bet against the potency of passion…   Left with no way back to the twenty-first century, Lachlan agrees to help Christina rescue the lad from his English captors. If the heir is not returned by Christmas next, the Bruce will make his decision whom to grant the de Moray lands, including Lady Christina’s hand. Once his duty is fulfilled, Lachlan hopes to discover a way home—as long as he keeps his mind on the goal and ignores his growing love for the spirited woman who gives him her trust—and her heart. Grab your copy today! The Time Traveler’s Christmas Rise of a Legend In the Kingdom’s Name


King Robert’s cranky expression was the antithesis of the bubbles effervescing through Christina’s insides. He sat in a padded chair elevated on a small dais with a red carpet runner at his feet and a gold embroidered canopy overhead. The epitome of a king.
In fact, he seemed much more like a grouch rather than a king preparing to celebrate Christmas with a queen who had been returned to him after years in captivity. He drummed his fingers on his armrest. “Lady Christina, I specifically recall saying I wanted to speak with ye alone.”
Lachlan cleared his throat. “Forgive me, but that is my fault, Your Grace.” He moved closer to the red carpet and bowed. “Please allow me to explain. I could not, in good conscience, allow Lady Christina to meet with you alone when I knew full well you’d be discussing her future nuptials. You see, I cannot possibly stand idle while any nuptials are discussed for the woman I love…unless they include me.”
The king threw back his head with a belly laugh. “So ye think ye are worthy of this woman’s hand?” 
“Your Grace,” Christina hasted to Lachlan’s side. “This knight, this champion brought Andrew back to us in mind and body, and when no one else thought the lad would amount to anything.”
“That he did,” agreed the king. “But ye are a beautiful woman, Christina. There are many nobles in the kingdom who would vie for your hand.”
“Nay.” Christina shook her head. “I want no other. Ye ken what it is like to suffer alone for years and now I ken my heart. I have given the kingdom a fine heir. Please, Your Grace, allow me to choose love for once in my life.”
Bruce looked to Lachlan and narrowed his eyes. “Do ye aim to marry her?”
He shot a panicked grimace at Christina. She tried to give him a reassuring nod. They’d discussed this. Lachlan knew what to say. In a brash move, he took her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. “I wish to ask your permission for Lady Christina’s hand. I vow to care for her to the best of my ability for the rest of my life.”
The Bruce stroked his fingers down his beard as if considering. “And ye, Christina, are ye absolutely certain this enormous knight is the man to make ye happy for the rest of your days?”
The bubbles nearly effervesced right out of her bodice. “I would have none other.”
“Verra well. I am allowing this union only because Andrew’s oration greatly impressed me this day. My word, if only all my knights would be so forthright, Scotland would rule all of Christendom.” The king rose to his feet. “When shall we celebrate this wedding?”
“Christmas Eve?” Christina and Lachlan said together.
The king looked rather taken aback. “Christ’s birthday? Is that done?”
“Why ever not?” asked Christina. She was growing fond of breaking the mold and doing things otherwise forbidden by outdated and nonsensical rules.
“Hmm. The pair of ye are eccentric, but I like that.” King Robert slapped Lachlan on the shoulder. “Besides, the queen will be over the moon. She is planning to green the castle on the morrow and this will give her even more reason to lavishly spare no expense. I’ll allow the ceremony…afore the feast.”
Christina clapped her hands. “Would Sir Lachlan and I be able to contribute a gift of spectacular boughs for the great hall?”

“A spectacular gift, ye say?” The king arched his eyebrows. “I’m certain Queen Elizabeth would agree. The more boughs, the better.”

About Amy Jarecki: amy-jarecki-head-shot_smaller An Amazon bestselling author, Amy Jarecki adores Scotland. Though she now resides in southwest Utah, she received her MBA from Heriot-Watt University in Edinburgh. Winning multiple writing awards, she is focused on the genre of Scottish historical romance. Amy loves to write steamy edge-of-your-seat action adventures with rugged men and fascinating women who weave their paths through the brutal eras of centuries past. Connect with Amy Jarecki: Facebook: Twitter: Website:   giveawaybroochphoto Enter Amy’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway

Excerpt Tour w/Giveaway: The Grosteques by Tia Reed

The Grotesques
by Tia Reed

GENRE: Urban Fantasy


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Discredited journalist Ella Jerome isn't thrilled about working at Adelaide's fanciful tabloid The Informer. So when zoologist Adam Lowell seeks her help in finding his missing cousin, she's cynical of his claim a monster lurks near the Church of the Resurrection. The trouble is, solving the gruesome case could be her best shot at restoring her shredded reputation.

With her old instincts resurfacing, Ella combs the Port for clues. Experience tells her the only monsters are the human variety, and the bloodied stonemason certainly raises her suspicions. But when her investigation turns up everything from petrified remains to the headless carving of a dragon, the truth threatens to steal both her sanity and the man she's falling for.

After all, gargoyles can't be anything other than harmless stone. Or can they?

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As they turned onto Port Road, a dull thud broke the silence. Ella squealed. A bat was plastered across the rear window. Another hit the roof. They hadn’t travelled a kilometre before a steady stream of the creatures was flying into the car. Some fell to the road, others stuck to the chassis. The stream grew into a swarm, two arriving to take the place of every one that died. Rob turned on the windscreen wipers, sending one bat flying. The sudden appearance of three more, their mouths open like miniature monsters about to bite, made him swerve. Ella gripped the edge of her seat. Rob fought to bring the car under control. The wipers ground against the bodies and snapped. More bats piled on top until their vision of the road was obscured.

Ella began searching the glove compartment for anything that might prove useful. The bats might be small but as a swarm they were terrifying. She would never understand what Adam saw in the gruesome mammals.

Rob swore.

Ella glanced his way.

“The brakes don’t work. Hang on.”

Ella felt her fear begin to spiral out of control.

The car hit the pavement. Rob jerked the steering wheel to the right. The car regained the road but skidded sideways across the three lanes. It hit the median strip and toppled onto its side. On the high side, the driver’s airbag inflated. The car scraped along the road, finally coming to rest facing the direction they had come. A car roared past, its horn blaring. Inside, breathing was the only audible sound.

“Ella, are you all right?” Rob had begun to repeat the question before her bewildered senses could decipher it.

“Fine, I think.” she said, trying to focus on the dashboard. She craned her neck. The motion sent a spike of pain down through her shoulder and along her arm. Rob caught the bite of her lip. Overprotective as always, he pressed her against the seat and twisted toward the back. Not about to be left out, she undid the seatbelt and worked her way around, ignoring the sharp stabs of pain.

“You’re bleeding,” Rob said.

Ella put a hand to her temple. It came away sticky with blood. “I’m fine,” she repeated, wondering when the car would stop spinning around her. Dizzy, she gripped the back of the seat. The least the inconvenience of an accident could have done was clear the car of bats. Several were still crawling over the vehicle and more were thumping the chassis every second. “But I don’t want to get out.”

“You said these things attacked you?”

“With a vengeance.”


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Tia Reed loves nothing better than burying her nose in a story of her own imagining, cuddling her bossy cat and rescuing chewed pillows from her hyperactive dog. She takes every opportunity to do all three when she is not teaching English as a second language. Her other hobbies usually take a back seat but include trying to tame her beast of a garden, hiking and travelling. The latter has thrown her many interesting, sometimes hair-raising experiences, which she loves twisting into stories. She was born in Malta, but lives in Adelaide, Australia.

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Blurb Blitz w/Giveaway: The Truth She Knew by J.A. Owenby

The Truth She Knew
by J.A. Owenby
GENRE: New Adult, Contemporary Fiction


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Mama didn’t want me. In fact, she would’ve traded my soul back for someone different if God would’ve let her, but he didn’t, so she was stuck with me. For eighteen-year-old Lacey, life at home is a rollercoaster. She doesn’t think she’ll ever be good enough to truly deserve Mama’s love. But when Lacey enters college and meets Walker, everything starts to change. Suddenly, Lacey is face to face with the realization that maybe what she’s always seen as normal really isn’t. Her entire life—and everything she’s ever believed about herself and her family—is abruptly hanging in midair. Lacey is left facing two paths, and she has to make a choice. The first means walking away from everything she’s ever known. The other means never really knowing the truth. The Truth She Knew offers an honest and powerful glimpse into mental illness, the meaning of true love, and the psychological waltz that a daughter dances as she endures her mother’s unpredictable emotions, manipulation, and abuse.

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We followed her to the couch; Linda sat in the chair on the other side of the coffee table and folded her hands in her lap. Walker took my hand as an uneasy gnawing tugged at me. I had plenty of experience with sensing uncomfortable situations, and I didn’t like this one. I was confused as to why Linda was staring at me, too.

It’s okay,” he whispered and rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand.

I can tell by the surprise on your face that you’re confused about why Walker brought you here other than to say hello,” she said. “I’m a mental health therapist, Lacey.”

What?” I jumped off the couch. “Walker? How could you? You brought me here to lock me up?” I tried to step around his feet to leave, but he was too fast. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

Lace, wait, it’s not you. Aunt Linda isn’t here to diagnose you or anything close to it—please give her a minute to explain . . . for me.”

I’m sorry, Lacey,” Linda said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re in no way being diagnosed with anything. It’s the opposite, actually. Walker told me a little bit about your mother.”

Walker!” The humiliation crushed my chest. “How could you? I told you that in confidence. I trusted you.” I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. If I squeezed them hard enough maybe this would all disappear.


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J.A. Owenby lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two cats. She's a published author of six short stories, and she is currently working on her second full-length novel. She also runs her own business as a professional resume writer and interview coach—she helps people find jobs they love.

J.A. is an avid reader of thrillers, romance, new adult, and young adult novels. She loves music, movies, and good wine. And call her crazy, but she loves the rainy Pacific Northwest; she gets her best story ideas while listening to the rain pattering against the windows in front of the fireplace.
You can follow the progress of her upcoming novel on Facebook at Author J.A. Owenby and on Twitter @jaowenby.

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