Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 3

  • Run by Eve Vaughn: Sneak Peek & Giveaway

  • Bad Reputation by Melinda Di Lorenzo: Release Blitz & Giveaway

Run Sneak Peek
Sneak Peek

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Book Title: Run
Author: Eve Vaughn
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 8, 1014
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The Hunter…

Dare O’Shaughnessy had the world in the palm of his hand. A man known and feared for his ruthlessness, his word was law. The last word he ever expected to hear was no. Until he met her.

The Prey…

Aya Smith despised the ruling class who looked down on hardworking people like her. Sick of being treated unfairly by laws that protect the wealthy and punish the poor, she takes a stand but soon realizes, she might have crossed the wrong man.

The Game…

Created as a government program to assist in the repopulation of the country when an untested drug wipes out millions of women, The Run eventually evolves into something much more sinister. Now played for the amusement of the super rich, women down on their luck find themselves the prizes of sadistic masters.

Aya is forced to volunteer for The Run, and Dare, the most sadistic of all, places her in his crosshairs. She will belong to him, body and soul. But when he catches her will she succumb to his mastery, or will he find more trouble than he bargained for?


The Hunter meets his Prey……

Dare had anticipated this moment from the time he knew she’d signed on for The Run. Truth be told, he would have preferred that he didn’t have to expend so much energy just to have this one woman in his bed. But somehow, Aya Smith had become a bit of an obsession for him. She’d caught his eye albeit briefly even from across the street. Despite her small stature, she was the kind of person who was larger than life. She had that certain something about her that made people want to be close to her without quite knowing why.

Sure, she was attractive, but he’d had many beautiful women. It intrigued and angered him at the same time that this slip of a woman had consumed so much of his time since their initial confrontation. She’d taken over his fantasies as he imagined all the dirty things he intended to do to her.

As he stood before her, taking in the gentle swell of her curve, Dare grew rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now but he had already decided their first time together would be more than just a quick tumble on the floor. He wanted to properly savor his victory.

Dare wasn’t used to being thwarted but he couldn’t help but admire how spirited she remained despite her current circumstances. She was a dreg, the bottom of the social order. He had expected someone like to her jump at his original offer but she’d surprised him. Even as he set forth his campaign to show her she’d made a huge mistake, he’d expected her to come to him. And when she didn’t, it had surprised him. Dregs were always looking for handouts. He didn’t think she’d turned him down because of some high moral code she held. She was holding out for a higher prize. Everyone had a price. Even Aya Smith, whether she wanted to admit it or not. She made a worthy adversary, but in the end this was a war he intended to win.

She scowled at him, tapping her small foot against the hardwood floor. “Are you here to gloat?”

“I have no need to gloat. I told you what would happen in the beginning. You chose not to believe me.”

“Well congrat-freakin-lations. What do you want? Shouldn’t I be outside with the rest of the women?”

“This is one of the perks of being the boss, Aya, I get to do what I want.”

“Again, congratulations.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, obscuring his view of her chest.

“You have a lot of attitude for someone in your position, but we’ll fix that. When I have you—”

“What makes you think I’ll allow myself to be caught? Maybe, I’ll make it out.”

Dare narrowed his eyes, while he found her spirit amusing to a point, he was getting tired of her incessant backtalk. It was time to remind her of a few things. “Trust me, Aya, you will be caught. And when I have you, not only will you do what I say, you will love it.



Meet the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Eve Vaughn has always enjoyed creating characters and stories from an early age. As a child she was always getting into mischief, so when she lost her television privileges (which was often), writing served as her outlet. Her stories have gotten quite a bit spicier since then! When she’s not writing or spending time her family, Eve is reading, baking, traveling or kicking butt in 80′s trivia. She loves hearing from her readers.

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Author: Melinda Di Lorenzo
Publisher: Harlequin
Joey is charming as hell and boy-toy hot. He’s not ashamed to admit that he’s cultivated a bit of a reputation. Daddy’s money. One night stands. Zero apologies.Tucker is a nice girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and she’s got a reputation too. No money. No men. And zero tolerance for jerks like Joey.When their two worlds collide, sparks and parking tickets fly, secrets come to the surface and heartbreak seems like a given. Unless, of course, love and forgiveness can find their way through and give Joey and Tucker a chance they never thought they’d have.Bad Reputation is a New Adult Contemporary romance with mild heat, lots of laughs and a few tears.



From Joey’s POV:
I didn’t even notice Tucker until I was only three feet away. Her hair was tied back into one of those severe-looking buns again, and she was dressed in what appeared to be oversized workout gear. What the hell is she wearing? I wondered. Then I clued in.
The loose t-shirt, tied in a knot at her waist, and the baggy pants, hanging enticingly off her hips – were mine.  My mouth went uncharacteristically dry.  Just the thought of her skin on the inside of my clothes was enough to drive away my headache.
I watched her as she struggled to hoist a heavy bag over the back of her van.  The bag landed with a thud, the back end hanging from something I couldn’t see.
Tucker leaned forward to shove it further in, and the t-shirt slid up, exposing the smoothness of her back.  She made a frustrated noise and tried again.  The bag was clearly just out of her grip. 
I should’ve been helping her.
            But damn.
            I’d never been so turned on by so little skin before.
            Tucker stood on her tiptoes and strained against the back of the van.  Her pants slipped down, revealing an inch of hip.  She still couldn’t get the bag to budge.  Even though her face was red from the day’s work, and even though there was a bit of sweat on her forehead, she kept trying.  I liked her determination.
            I needed to make the space between us smaller.  As small as possible, in fact.
I stepped up behind her, and murmured, “Looks like you could use hand.”
She jumped back with a startled yelp. I steadied her by placing one hand on that exposed spot on her back that I’d been admiring.  It was as soft as I hoped. 
“Easy there,” I said. “Wouldn’t want you to fall and rip my favourite clothes.”
I reached easily over her shoulder, and gave the bag a solid tap with my palm.  It slid into the van with a thump.
With a red face, Tucker pulled away from me and straightened my t-shirt over her stomach.
These are your favourite clothes?”
“Well,” I teased. “They are now.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she told me.
I raised an eyebrow. “So you thought you’d just help yourself to an outfit? Should I check your purse for silverware, too?”
 “I didn’t steal them!” she protested. “Your house manager gave them to me.”
I tapped my chin with mock thoughtfulness. “So you weren’t rifling through my underwear drawer?”
I didn’t think her face could get any redder, but somehow it did.
“Of course not. And I have to go,” she said stiffly. “I left the bill with your house manager.”
She dug her keys from her purse and took a step toward the driver’s side door.
“Tucker, can I ask you one thing before you leave?”
She paused. “What?”
 I grinned. “Did you subtract the cost of my clothes from your bill?”
“Right after I tacked on the cost of driving you to the hospital,” she retorted. “Speaking of which…Shouldn’t you be off somewhere with Amber?”
I frowned. “With Amber? Why would I be somewhere with Amber?”
“Because she’s your girlfriend. Or one of them, anyway. And she did call you. I just figured she’d pick you up.”
“I didn’t want her to pick me up, and she’s not my –“ I cut myself off as I connected the dots. “Oh. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!”
She tried to sneak by me, and I put a casual hand against her van, blocking her path.  She tried to go around, but I brought the other arm up too, so that Tucker was between them.  She could’ve ducked down and gone under.  She could’ve shoved me away and I would’ve yielded.  Instead, she brought those brown eyes up to meet my gaze.
 “I want you to get it into your head that I’m not going to wind up as one of your trophies,” Tucker stated.
               “People like trophies,” I pointed out in a low voice.
               “Maybe. But there’s a difference between liking one and being one.”
The tilt of her head brought her lips almost close enough to kiss.  I bent my elbows, inching closer.  She didn’t shy away.
“Remind me…Why are we in a fight?” I asked.
              “We’re not in a fight.”
             “Seems like we are.”
             “We have nothing to fight about. We don’t know each other well enough to fight.”
            “Then why do I feel like you’re punishing me for something?”
            “What would I be punishing you for?”
            In reply, I leaned forward and dragged my mouth across hers slowly.  I teased her lips open with my teeth and darted my tongue across her teeth.  Her back arched in response, bringing her body flush against mine.  Through the fabric of her shirt, I could feel the hardness of her nipples and the increase in her breathing. 
Her hands found their way to my waist, and she held on tightly as I dug my fingers into her hair and tugged it free.  The tumble of red across her shoulders, soft, shiny, and lightly scented, drove a wave of heat straight to my groin. 
I grabbed a hold of her knee with one hand and her rear end with the other, and lifted her from the ground.  My lips sought her throat, then her chin, and at last her lips again.  I kissed her hard enough to make her moan, revelling in the desperate way she clung to my shoulders.
Instinctively I knew that if I didn’t stop right that second, I wouldn’t be able to.
Melinda Di Lorenzo


Creating happily-ever-afters, one page at a time!
Melinda writes in her spare time – at soccer practices, when she should be doing laundry, and in place of sleep. She lives on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia, Canada, with her handsome husband and her noisy kids. When she’s not writing, she can be found curled up with (someone else’s) good book. In her spare time, she Googles herself and makes up holidays to celebrate so she can crack a beer. Her writing motto is: Write with just enough of the real to make the reader say, “Hey, that could be me!” and just of enough of the fantastic to make the reader say, “Hey, I WISH that was me!” Melinda A. Di Lorenzo is the author of 5 full-length novels, including 2 independently published titles, 2 titles with Harlequin, and 1 title with The Wild Rose Press. So far anyway…
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