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  • The Red Door by J.L. Massey: Book Blitz &  Giveaway
  • The Frost of Springtime by Rachel L. Demeter: Sales Blitz & Giveaway
  • Can’t Let Go by Michelle Lynn: Release Launch & Giveaway
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RELEASED: AUGUST 19TH

The Red Door

(Erotica M/F/M and M/M/F with M/M)

 
SYNOPSIS
 
Returning home four years after tragedy struck, Aurora Hammond finds herself in an exclusive BDSM club called The Red Door.
 
Club owner, Mitch Reed, and Dom, Alex James, want Aurora to be theirs, even if they have to share.
 
When a sex-trafficking ring is revealed to be using the club and targeting Aurora, truths and feelings are brought to light.
 
Can Mitch and Alex protect her, or will their desires for each other be used against them and put Aurora in jeopardy?
The Red Door is book one in The Door Trilogy. 
 
 
 
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EXCERPT
 
“Well, you see, Jackson volunteered to be my Dom to see if I liked it.”
 
“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he volunteered,” Mitch mumbled.
 
“Yes, well, we did have some rules about it, though.”
 
“Oh and what might those be?” Alex glared over at Jackson, who had his head down and his body was shaking. Was he laughing?
 
“OMG! Are you laughing?”
 
“Yes.” Then he busted out and bent over and let it go. “I can’t help it. Mitch is a little more than mad while Alex is still ready to beat me to a pulp. They’re
putting up a good front but not good enough.”
 
“Oh alright. It is a little funny.” I looked at both of my guys and saw that Jackson was correct and started fighting back laughter myself. “Jackson and I agreed he would ease me into being a sub but there would be no intercourse.”
 
“Are you saying you two never had sex?” Mitch whispered turning me back into his chest.
“No, we never had sex.”
 
“Oral?” Alex turned and asked Jackson.
 
“No. No sex at all, Alex. What we did in this office earlier was as far as we have gone.”
 
“That’s all? You didn’t have sex with him?” Mitch asked tilting my face up to his.
 
“He also walked around naked.”
 
“No one has been in this pussy, but me?” he asked even quieter.
“Only you.”
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Book Title: The Frost of Springtime
Author: Rachel L. Demeter
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2014
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Synopsis

To rescue her was to rescue his own soul.

On a cold Parisian night, Vicomte Aleksender de Lefèvre forges an everlasting bond with a broken girl during her darkest hour, rescuing her from a life of abuse and misery. Tormented by his own demons, he finds his first bit of solace in sheltering little Sofia Rose.

But when Aleksender is drawn away by the Franco-Prussian war, the seasons pass. And in that long year, Sofia matures into a stunning young woman—a dancer with an understanding of devotion and redemption far surpassing her age.

Alongside his closest friend, Aleksender returns home to find that “home” is gone—replaced by revolution, bloodshed, betrayal—and a love always out of reach. Scarred inside and out, he’s thrust into a world of sensuality and violence—a world in which all his hours have now grown dark, and where only Sofia might bring an end to the winter in his heart.

Inspired by the 1871 Paris Commune, The Frost of Springtime is a poignant tale of revolution, redemption, and the healing power of love.

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Meet the Author

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Rachel L. Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland sheepdog, and high school sweetheart of ten years. She enjoys writing dark, edgy romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and examine the redeeming power of love.

Imagining stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.

Rachel strives to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.

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The heat of their bodies mingled as one. With each breath, Aleksender drank in the sweet essence of his beloved ward. His mind swam with unorthodox visions and desires. He inclined his head, lost to the power of her nearness, entranced by everything that was Sofia Rose.

“Alek, my Alek …”

Each word infused Aleksender with a delicious and undeniable warmth. Intoxicated by roses and wintertime, he found it difficult to speak, difficult to think. Breathless, he swallowed and met the haunting depths of her eyes.

“Please,” she dreamily murmured, “I want you to kiss me again…”

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SYNOPSIS
Dex is many things, a college senior, the bassist for The Invisibles, a son, a friend, everything but a boyfriend. Everybody knows him as the shallow guy who’s up for a good time anytime. People rarely take the time to see the loyal guy lying just beneath the happy-go-lucky façade.
There are parts of Dex’s life he keeps hidden. Ones he believes no one would understand. Since he gave up on the idea of a dream girl long ago, he thinks he’s finally found the perfect balance of connection without commitment with Sam.
Chrissy used to know everything about Dex. When he left four years ago for college, she was left behind. Four years later, with nowhere else to turn, Chrissy calls the one person she’s always counted on, Dex. One glance at the sad eyes he’s tried to forget and Dex knows it’s out of his control.
With Chrissy’s return, lines begin to cross from friendship to something more, but will Dex’s secret force them apart forever?

(Can’t Let Go is the fourth novel in the Invisibles Series)

 

EXCERPT

Picking it up, still shaking in my hands, a number I don’t recognize crosses the screen. Wavering on whether or not I want to chance this being something at the house, I hit ignore because I don’t want to be bothered with my dad’s so-called business today. Then thoughts of someone raiding or maybe some loser found out where mydad’s operation is. Worse case, someone ratted him out. Figuring someone who I have programmed in my phone would have made the phone call to alert me, I wait to see if they leave a voicemail. Which they do—my phone vibrates a second later.
 
Clicking speaker, I place the black rectangle on my dresser while I gel my hair. My fingers are manipulating each strand, placing it in the perfect spot when her voice comes across. My hands stop mid-air and I my eyes fixate on the phone. Closing my eyes, that sweet sound that’s only lived in my dreams the past years still unglues me to the core.   “Um … Dex. I’m in town and … um … I was wondering … if maybe we could … um … talk.” Her voice is practically shaking
from the awkwardness of the phone call.
 
“HULK!” Brady screams again. Debating in my head what I should do, I could easily claim ignorance that I never got the call. Say that I was already out of town. Excuses run through my head as to why I would leave her wherever she is. Then the images of her alone, or worse, not. Knowing even with the distance that has formed between us over the years, I could never, would never, not go to her if she needed me.
 
Walking out my door, I peer over the railing to a sour Brady. “Man, I gotta do something. You guys go without me,” I shout down.
 
“What is so damn important?” he asks, sensitive to the fact he can tell something’s off with me. Brady is like the father of our friends, protective of us all.
 
“A friend needs me,” I say, remaining vague. If Brady knew the half of what I did when I leave this house, he’d probably have an anxiety attack.
 
He stands there staring up at me and wavers at the door. Probably counting in his head how long he has before Sadie, his fiancé, comes in search of him. “What’s up, man?” he asks, stepping up a few stairs.
 
“I’m not sure yet. I need to make a call.” I’m honest with him because Brady has a sense of comfort about him. Although, I’m fairly certain our secrets are shared with Sadie, he keeps things mostly to himself.
 
“Do that, and we’ll wait.” He jogs back down the steps, and the front door shuts behind him.
 
Sitting on my bed, I bite my lip. It’s been so long. Not that she hasn’t crossed my mind; I’m not sure a day goes by that I don’t wonder where she is and what’s she’s doing. I question why she left and never answered my calls. The guilt that I somehow left her behind always resonating inside somewhere within me even when she’s the one who disappeared. The small piece of electronics sits in my hands like a ten-pound weight. There’s no turning back, no erasing from my mind once I press that call icon.
 
Pushing back my fear, I press the call button, release a deep breath and bring the phone up to my ear. She answers on the first ring, confirming something is seriously wrong. “Dex,” she answers. Another stab of the knife that she still has my number programmed, but I don’t have her obviously changed number.
 
“Chrissy?” I say her name out loud for the first time in four years. How can her name seem foreign on my tongue?
 
The line is quiet for a few seconds before she continues. “Hi. I’m in Western … at this place called The Loft. Could you come down here?” she asks.

 

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Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from
school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years
ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young
age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she
finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating
around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing
with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family
and friends.  But after chasing around
twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after
putting the kids to bed.
 
 
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Title: Everything I Need (Nashville Nights, #3)

Author: Stacey Mosteller

Release Date: September 4. 2014

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Synopsis

SarahBeth Pearson has made mistakes, and I might just be the biggest one of them all. After spending months keeping secrets and lying to everyone close to us, it’s all fallen apart and we are each left alone to pick up the pieces.

I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends.

Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.

 

Excerpt

“Isn’t that SarahBeth?” Melanie asks, looking over to where a small blonde and a brunette are running towards a hallway between stores that leads to restrooms. I jerk around in my seat, trying to look closer and when I see Tyler watching after them, holding a purse and a few shopping bags, I know for sure it’s them. At my nod, Mel touches my hand, bringing my gaze back to her earnest one. “Don’t you want to go check on her? Make sure she’s alright?”

Do I want to? Yes, absolutely. Should I? Well, that’s another matter entirely. I look back to the corridor they disappeared through, but don’t see them any longer. Just when I’m about to tell her no, I don’t want to check on her, Tyler’s eyes meet mine and the blatant worry in them has me nodding and heading in his direction. I don’t look back to see if Melanie followed me because honestly, all I can think about is what could possibly put that look in Tyler’s eyes.

“Is she okay?” It’s all I can do to keep my voice level when I reach him and ask the question I need the answer to the most.

Tyler’s looking everywhere but at me when he replies, “Yeah mate, she’s fine. You can go back to whatever you were doing now.” His voice is hard, it’s easy to tell he’s not happy at finding me with Mel, but his feelings aren’t what worry me now.

Before I can ask any more questions, Olivia and Sarah are walking back in our direction. They both stop in their tracks when they see me standing with Tyler. The moment she notices Melanie standing next to me her already pale skin loses all color and she begins backing up, away from our little group. The hurt in her eyes has me moving towards her before I can even process it. I want to explain myself. When what I’m doing registers, I stop, trying to keep myself in place, but when her eyes fill with tears and they overflow, rolling soundlessly down her cheeks, I melt.

Reaching her, I cup her face in my hands, brushing away the tears as she trembles beneath me. It’s the first time I’ve really touched her since everything went to shit and having my hands on her, having her this close to me, I feel like I’ve come home. Unable to hide the emotions racing across my face, I let her see just how much I’ve missed her as her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes are bouncing back and forth between mine in disbelief while the look on her face has me aching to touch my mouth to hers, to pull her into me so I can hold her.

I don’t get the chance to do any of that because at the same time a hand touches my back, SarahBeth sucks in a breath and steps back, her eyes brimming with tears even while she glares up at me, betrayal all over her face. I want to explain, to tell her what I’m doing here with Mel, to reassure her that it’s not what it seems, but in the back of my head I think this is a good thing. I want her to let go of me, to begin to move on, to find someone that deserves her. Letting her think I’ve replaced her, no matter how much it hurts us both, is probably for the best.

“Wait SarahBeth,” Melanie begins as I step away from her touch. Instead, I grab the hand that was on my back and link our fingers together, this draws both her eyes and SarahBeth’s. Mel’s looks confused, but SarahBeth’s guts me. She stares at our linked hands with an expression that’s a cross between fury and despair before swiping her hands across her cheeks to brush away the few falling tears, and meeting my gaze head on.

Her eyes are sparking with a fire I haven’t seen in so long that I’m almost relieved. As she straightens her spine and holds her head high. she turns to Mel and smiles. Just barely tipping the corners of her lips up her smile is clearly fake but there nonetheless, she says, “It’s fine really. I’m glad he has someone.” Mel starts to speak up, but SarahBeth keeps her eyes on me as Olivia walks up beside her, puts an arm around her shoulder and glares at me. If looks could kill…that girl hates me. She starts to say something in her ear, but Sarah shakes her head. “There’s nothing to say. I’m done with this,” with that said she scoots out from under Olivia’s arm and turns her back on me, this time I’m sure for good, and leaves me to watch her walk away from me this time.

Tyler hurries to walk after them, muttering, “You’re a bloody idiot mate,” as he passes me. He doesn’t get far before he stops, turns around and glares at me, much like Olivia did. “If you only knew…” he shakes his head, “Well, that would have gone a lot differently.” I don’t get the chance to ask him what he means before he heads after them, dropping an arm across each of their shoulders and handing the bags he was holding to Olivia.

 

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She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore – not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify.

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