Cutter by David E. Gordon: Release Day Blitz
Men of the North the Complete Series by Bonnie Bliss: Review Blitz & Giveaway
Pretending He’s You by Stacey Mosteller: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
Greed, threats, and dangerous liaisons…
Nothing is worth your life, but is your life worth living?
Self made billionaire Robert Cutter made his money investing in struggling companies. Plagued by “accidents”, it becomes apparent that someone is trying to kill him. Injured by a concussion in one of the accidents, the agonizing realization is that his not-so-perfect past is coming into clear focus. Cutter has everything a man could ask for – money, women, cars, houses, and power. But, with the latest attempts on his life, he starts to rethink his life and evoke change. Soon he begins to realize that was important is no longer that significant.
I live in Southern New Jersey with my amazing wife, who is also my best friend. We live just outside of Philadelphia and about an hour from an awesome selection of beaches. It was on a beach that I wrote my first short story and I love to spend as much time as possible there. There is something so invigorating about the sun and the blue skies.
While this is my first novel, I am already working on my second and hope to have many more to come. When not working on writing books or my blog I am a husband to an amazing woman, and a father to two fantastic young adults. I am also a corporate finance professional that spends the rest of my time helping executives and business leaders improve and grow their business. It is some of this experience, which has helped bring this story and the sequel to life
Book Title: Men of the North – The Complete Series
Author: Bonnie Bliss
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: August 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
One warrior woman. Two Alpha Northmen.A love that transcends death.Welcome to The Men of the North.Featuring all four installments of the bestselling Men of the North Series.*This book contains content that may be offensive to some readers.*
These titles can also be purchased individually.
The Viking’s Prize
The Vikings’ Conquest
The Vikings’ Claim
The Stolen Warrior
Varona’s gaze watched his every movement. Her aim on his head didn’t waver either. With her shoulders aching, and her knees starting to burn in the position she was in, she was quite tempted to shimmy down the tree.
After she surveyed that her escape route was non-existent, each man positioned at a direct point of flight, she dropped the bow and sunk down on her butt. Her eyes fixed on the man that was dead set on taking her as one of their slaves.
Every so often, his eyes would lock with hers. The humorous glint that reflected back at her belied his harsh words.
Or perhaps his harsh fucking around was playful to him.
The thick base of the tree vibrated with each thrust at the bark. She knew deep down that the tree wouldn’t last. If she got hurt,she wouldn’t be able to get away. Thorfinn would be able to ravish her, and she would have no fight left in her.
Would he be so bold as to take advantage of her?
Her gaze swept down towards him. His lips wrapped around a bone joint, and he sucked slowly. Varona realized his eyes had never left her—he watched with an ownership that scared the shit out of her and yet had moisture pooling between her legs.
Yes, he would be so bold.
Taking a deep breath and shifting her position, she slung the bow across her chest, over her shoulder, and started down the tree.
Defeat was a powerful thing.
It sunk into the core of her very being, and the urge to weep invaded all parts of her. Tears burned the back of her throat as she slowly made her way down to her doom. Taking in a deep breath before she turned around she caught the scent of fresh meat, mead, and man. Before she could stop her rotation, she was slammed against the tree. A hard body pressed against hers, pinning her in place. Sucking in a shocked breath, she looked up into the glowing hues of Thorfinn. Her body responded instantly, her lips went dry, nipples grew hard, and the ache between her legs drew a whimper from her.
The smile grew on Thorfinn’s lips. Quickly, he disarmed her before one hand locked both her arms behind her back. The arch pushed her breasts forward, making her nipples visible through the fabric of the men’s shirt, a growl rumbled from him. It vibrated against and heated her body.
She felt the flush take her over and she looked away.
“Oh, no you don’t, my sweet Varona,” He rumbled.
His other hand had managed to yank at the leather pulls that kept her trousers up. With a sudden whoosh of chilled air, they puddled at her feet.
“You will look at me while I claim you. You are mine now. You will obey, and you will understand and submit to me. Is that clear, Varona?”
She looked at him, his words dousing chilled water over her arousal.
“Feck you, Thor!”
He grinned before she felt his thick fingers play against her thighs.
Varona whimpered before she clamped her thighs shut against his hand.
Thorfinn pressed harder against her. The bark bit into her flesh, and she cried out. As her lips parted, his mouth crashed against hers, and all thought left her brain. Rationally, she knew it shouldn’t be this easy to lose her senses. The man was taking her most precious thing from her—in front of his men, and her father, no less!
His tongue dominated her mouth, and she tasted the meat and man that assaulted her. Her body flared up like a fire storm, and she pressed back against him. Her own inexperienced tongue toyed with his as he chuckled against her kiss-swollen lips.
“That’s it, good girl,” he rumbled. His fingers now slid through the wet slit of her cunt.
The fight and flight instinct roared back, and she bucked against him just as his thumb circled a tight little bundle of nerves, bringing forth a harsh gust of air from her lungs.
“Oh, for the gods!”
She fell back against the tree, her eyes fluttering shut. His fingers stopped moving forcing her to open them as the ache burned between her thighs.
“You will look in my eyes the whole time I claim you. You will know who owns this tight quim. You will bow, and you will beg! Is that clear?”
She opened her mouth to protest, but his lips took hers again in a bruising kiss. His fingers shoved into her entrance, and she cried out into his mouth. She made weak attempts to overpower him, but he was a skilled lover-the kind women in their village talked and bragged about. She had nothing to offer him. The idea of boring him did something to her chest, and she found she was thrusting against his hand.
His eyes smiled down at her. That glow was possessive.
“That’s it. Take it, own it.”
She couldn’t stop as his fingers went deeper with each thrust, faster. The sound of wet flesh sucking brought the arousal higher. His fingers curved and teased inside her. Her body grew hot, and sweat beaded on her forehead. All the time watching him, her eyes never left his until he would nip at her earlobe or run a wet trail down her neck with his tongue.
“You’re so fucking tight, Varona. Gods, I want you around my cock. I want to pound into you until you are screaming my name and only my name!”
His erotic words were sending her over the edge. Just as his fingers pushed deeper, a pain sliced through her, and she clenched around him. He shifted, looking down at her with wide eyes before satisfaction took over that gaze, and he pulled his fingers out. Her hips followed his retreat, and she cried out.
He laughed. “So wanton now, my Varona. Would you like to come?” He nipped at her bottom lip, and his thumb started to circle that sensitive little numb. Her hips jerked-her body on fire.
She started to tense. His eyes bore into her as she got closer to some sort of event that took over her mind and body. She made mewling sounds like an animal in heat, which filled the quiet woods—and realized it was her.
She begged for more.
Lowering his head, his hot breath kissing her ear before his words filled her entire being.
“Spill that juice all over my hand and come for your Northman!” he growled.
She screamed his name, the sound echoing as she bucked and tried to get more of him. Her eyes closed then, and she collapsed against the tree as waves of hot, agonizing bliss filled her to near exploding into a thousand tiny pieces.
Kisses peppered her cheeks and wet flesh as she started to calm and come down from her high.
Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is husband and wife duo that has come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres in their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twisted up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction.
One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.
Title: Pretending He’s You (Nashville Nights, #4)
Author: Stacey Mosteller
Release Date: October 22, 2014
Cover Photography & Design by Sara Eirew @ Sara Eirew Photographer & Designer
Olivia Barrett’s always had a weakness for bad boys and Tyler Chamberlain is no exception. His tattoos, his piercings, and even the fact that he has a girlfriend doesn’t keep her away.
Interested in Tyler since she first saw him pick up a guitar, she’s been trying to find ways to be with him for years. He’s the one Livvie runs to when she needs a friend, the one who makes her laugh and holds her when she needs to cry. Unfortunately, they are never single at the same time and sneaking around is getting old.
Now, tired of making bad decisions, Livvie’s making changes. Her friends are all starting to grow up and she doesn’t want to be left behind. Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school.
The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa.
Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?
He makes me so mad! It’s my birthday, and instead of celebrating with my boyfriend, I’m at home, fuming over the stupid shit he always does. Emmett knows today is my birthday, but instead of making plans to spend the night with me, he’s with his teammates. I mean, come on! I bailed on plans with SB, Jess and Lily tonight to spend time with my boyfriend. I was actually planning on giving up my virginity tonight…I figured hell, I’m eighteen now, I’m an adult, sex is my decision right? Wrong, apparently.
My bedroom door shuts behind me and I whirl around, thinking he’s followed me in, but no, of course not. It’s Tyler, Chris’s friend and old bandmate. A guy I’ve had a crush on since he started coming around when he first moved to Nashville from London. Looking over at him in shock, because I really didn’t expect to see him, or anyone here tonight. My parents aren’t home, which is par for the course, and my brother…oh shit! Chris is home on leave so that means the rest of the old band is here too. They always hang out and play when he’s home.
“What’s wrong Livvie-girl?” His softly spoken words, in the accent that’s not as pronounced as it was the first time I met him, saying the nickname he gave me, bring tears to my eyes.
Turning back away from him, not wanting him to see me cry, not over something as stupid as my boyfriend having an away game on my birthday. Trust me, I know the way I’m acting is selfish, but it just feels like everyone has abandoned me this year. My parents are out of town, my boyfriend refused to blow off his game, and I can’t beg my friends to hang out with me because I already told them what my plans were for tonight. If I call any of them, they’ll just feel sorry for me.
Tyler’s hands land on my shoulders, squeezing gently before he turns me back around to face him. The concern in his eyes unravels me; I just want to be close to someone, to feel like someone cares. I collapse into his chest, crying softly while he strokes my hair, murmuring sweet words to comfort me. We only stand like this for a few minutes, just until I can get my emotions under control.
“Are you ready to tell me what has you so upset, love?” He tips my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes, but I don’t want him to see just how messed up I am tonight. I just want to forget everything, forget how cheated I feel. Tonight was supposed to be the night…my eighteenth birthday, the first time I go “all the way” – which sounds really corny by the way. We’ve done everything but the actual deed so I shouldn’t feel so cheated. It’s just, I’m tired of being one of the only ones in my group of friends who hasn’t done it yet. It’s just SarahBeth and me and she’s waiting for someone who will never, ever notice her like that. I don’t want to end up like her, alone and pining for someone I can’t have.
I can’t say any of that to Tyler though, so I just say, “I’m just upset because I’m spending my birthday alone.” There, that should suffice. I shouldn’t have to elaborate on those words. Besides, now that I’m in here, in my room…alone with a boy, a boy that I’ve always wanted to be alone with, I’m getting ideas. Ones I shouldn’t act on, but I’m angry, still feeling the sting of rejection from Emmett refusing to blow off his game.
“Ahh,” he says knowingly, “your birthday? How old are you now?” He tilts his head sideways, studying me as he waits for my answer.
My smile turns wicked as I trail a finger down his chest, then his really nice abs, stopping just above the snap on his jeans. Looking up at him, I breathe the word, “Eighteen.” His light brown eyes darken until I’m almost unable to tell where his pupils end and the color begins. This so isn’t me, but I like the effect I’m having on him.
“Mmmm, that’s a good age, Livvie-girl,” he says, his voice suddenly much deeper. I know I’m playing with fire, but I just can’t help myself. Tyler rubs his thumb against my bottom lip, prompting me to touch the tip of my tongue against it. His indrawn breath makes me feel powerful, like I’m doing something naughty when I shouldn’t be. Which of course, I am. Technically, I have a boyfriend…at least I think I still do. I’m not really sure because I told him that if he didn’t blow off the game, he shouldn’t call me again. It’s not the first time I’ve made the threat and I’ve never followed through with it before, but Tyler’s finally paying me attention. I’ve wanted him to notice me since the day I met him, the broken boy who’d just lost his mom and moved in with a father who didn’t know he’d existed until the day his mom’s will was read.
I’m feeling reckless and bold, and I’m not sure if it’s because it’s him or my birthday, or just the idea that I’m doing something I’m not supposed to be. I talk a lot of shit, but deep down, I’m really a good girl. Always doing what my parents tell me, never really getting into trouble. Up to this point, the only rebellious thing I’ve done is putting a bright red streak in my dark hair. My parents freaked about that one until I assured them it was temporary – even though it’s not.
Tyler’s free hand strokes down my arm leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake before settling on my waist. The warmth of his hand seeps through my light shirt and into my skin as I stretch up on my toes to brush my mouth against his briefly. His hand tightens as the other moves from my chin around to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair and holding my head still. Before I can ask what he’s doing, his mouth lands on mine, kissing me roughly. I’ve never been kissed this way, and when I don’t push him away, he pulls back just enough to trace the seam of my lips with his tongue, silently asking for acceptance.
I don’t even think of denying him, opening immediately and sucking his tongue into my mouth. He growls, pulling me harder against him and letting me feel his obvious erection against my stomach. I’ve made out with a few guys, but none of them have ever made me feel like this. I feel like I’m freezing and burning up all at the same time. Tyler knows exactly how to touch me to make my body ignite, and I’m wondering why I bother with high school boys when the older ones are so much better.
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Also by Stacey Mosteller
Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series.
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.