Untainted by Sarah Robinson: Blog Tour
True North by Kelly Collins: Book Blitz & Giveaway
Red Hot Christmas by Carmen Falcone & Michele De Winton: Release Day Blitz & Giveaway
Fearless by Priscilla West: Release Day & Review
ღ Untainted ღ
The Final Book in The Photographer Trilogy
is officially LIVE!!
UNTAINTED IS THE CONCLUSION TO THE BESTSELLING SERIES, THE PHOTOGRAPHER TRILOGY, BASED ON A TRUE STORY BY AUTHOR SARAH ROBINSON.
ღ SYNOPSIS ღ
The infamous serial killer, known as the Photographer, is gone, but this time he has taken someone with him. Even though everyone finally knows his identity, he is still two steps ahead of them.
Someone is dead. Someone is missing. Kate Jackson is one of those two.
Derrick Kane finds himself teaming up with Annie, Kate’s younger sister, in a desperate search for any clues that could lead them to the answers they need.
Little did they realize that they would find a lot more than they had bargained for.
Every dirty secret from the past comes to light, and they are faced with the ultimate test of true love, and true heartbreak.
When an innocent life is on the line, the cost of justice could be more than love can afford.
Not everyone makes it to the end of their love story.
**Please note that there is no cliffhanger at the end of this series and everything is fully wrapped up. This series is loosely based on a true story.
DISCLAIMER: Due to violent and dark subject matter, this book is intended for readers over the age of 18 years old.
**There is NO cliffhanger, and this is an HEA. It is NOT a standalone novel, the first two books in The Photographer Trilogy should be read first (Tainted Bodies and Tainted Pictures).
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Sarah Robinson is the four-time Amazon Bestselling Romance and Crime Thriller Author of the contemporary Rockstar romance series Sand & Clay, as well as the very popular romantic suspense trilogy, The Photographer Trilogy. All of her novels have reached Amazon’s Bestseller Rank in Crime, Crime, Thriller, Contemporary Romance, and/or Romantic Suspense.
In regards to future publications, she is with the Seymour Literary Agency and has recently been contracted by Loveswept, a Random House Penguin imprint, to begin a new contemporary romance series in late 2015 about an Irish family living in the Bronx of alpha male, MMA fighters who own a gym called Legends.
Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in criminal psychology. She is newly married to a local police officer, Justin, who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.
ღ Other Books by Sarah Robinson ღ
Logan’s Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel
Sand & Clay: Her Forbidden Rockstar
Playing with Fire: Twelve Romantic Suspense Novels that Sparked Bestselling Series
*Only available until November 15th*
The Photographer Trilogy Box Set
*Add it to your TBR! Coming January 1, 2015. It will include a never before seen, deleted scene from The Photographer’s childhood!
All of Sarah’s Books can be found in her Personal Amazon Kindle Store ➜ HERE
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Alexa leaves Los Angeles with a scarred heart, a beat-up car, and a secret. The legal system has failed her. Her family has abandoned her. She’s fleeing her hopelessness.
Zane already has more responsibilities than most, but when he finds a broken, but beautiful woman stranded on the side of the road, he rescues her. Picking up the pieces is what he does best.
Forced to work at Zane’s bar, Alexa watches suspiciously as young girls frequent Zane’s quarters. Surely he can’t be paying them for sex.
One night, Alexa finds out just how little she knows about her enigmatic and sexy boss. The last thing she expects to find reawakens heartache and guilt beyond imagination.
When Zane’s ex shows up unexpectedly, Alexa is determined to fight for him. For them. However, in order to fight, she has to reveal her past, and in doing so she could lose everything, again.
When you’ve lost your direction, trust your heart. It’s a good compass to follow when you’re looking for love.
Kelly Collins is the author of Contemporary and Erotic Romance Novels with her first published book being Tempo. She is in love with the idea of love. She has been married to her husband for 24 years and has three wonderful children. She is crazy about hockey and lemon drop martini’s and stops for anything that’s shiny.
This Christmas, get ready to be nice… and naughty.
After doing time for a crime she didn’t commit, paramedic nurse Sydney Bell avoids trouble at all costs. Yet, trouble comes knocking on her door when a dying patient begs her to deliver a mysterious message to hunky Argentine investor Alejandro Soto.
Alejandro needs to publish the one book that will help restore his image and aid his uncle’s political campaign. It’s full steam ahead until a feisty redheaded woman storms into his office and offers a clue to his biographer’s death. He’s skeptical about Sydney, and laughs it off but after she’s attacked, Alejandro realizes he has no choice but to protect her, whether she likes it or not. He can’t have another death on his conscience.
A crazy attraction threatens to make Sydney surrender to her Argentine savior, but will she be ready for the Christmas scandals that will rock them along the way?
All Gabby Phillips wants is a Christmas without drama. Fat chance. Not when the new owner of her department store is tall, dark and dangerous, Nicolas Morganti, the man she ran out on. The same man her father stole half a million dollars from and the man her body still craves in the deepest hours of the night. Now she has to keep her cool, and her biggest secret – because if he finds out he has a son, he might just take the last scrap of Christmas spirit she’s got left.
Nicolas Morganti always gets what he wants. This Christmas that includes his competitor’s huge department store chain. But when he’s told money is missing and that Gabrielle Phillips works there, it doesn’t take him long to point the finger. Nobody’s ever run out on him before, and the way Gabby left was colder than a snow storm. Now it’s time to settle the score. Revenge can be gift wrapped, right?
“You storm into my office and want to investigate me? Sweetheart, this isn’t an episode of Law & Order.” He stretched to his full height and walked closer to her. The temperature dropped a few degrees as he stared into her hazel eyes. “You told me you had a message for me. What is it?” he asked, skeptical. If nothing else, his former fiancée Carla had provided him with a PhD in reading women’s body language.
She lifted her chin, and he wished he could come closer and assess her—and savor her—like the bouquet of a new wine. What an interesting woman. Freckles peppered her nose and high cheekbones, and her lips thinned into a tight line. Her jaw was a tad too square. His gaze dropped to her soft neck; there was a line above her collar where her skin was swollen and marred. Wondering how she’d gotten that scar, he cocked his head for a better view, but she moved and her scar disappeared into her cotton shirt. How big was it? By the time his eyes reached hers again, she had taken a couple steps away from him.
She ran her fingers along the collar of her shirt. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
She started to walk away, but he reached out and took her elbow. “You don’t walk in here, do this little show, and leave. Tell me whatever you came to say.” How sick was he of women playing games? Extremely.
Fear flickered in her eyes, and she turned her attention to his fingers clasping her flesh. She yanked back her arm, clenched her teeth. “Don’t touch me.”
That’s…different. He shook his head and offered her more space, lifting his hands in surrender. “I won’t touch you,” he said, his drawl a notch smoother. “Just tell me.”
“Frank Lewis tried to tell me something. It was hard to understand him, but he mentioned your name, and said he was sorry for…putting you at risk.”
A chuckle floated up his throat. “Are you serious? What else did he say?”
“That was it,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Sydney Bell. Listen, I have no ulterior motive to come here—and trust me, I have no talent for pranks. That’s what he told me before he lost consciousness.”
He inhaled and peered at her. Ever since he’d touched her, she’d lost some of her apparent composure.
Shuffling her feet, she finally studied his office, without as much as a smile of approval. Her attitude hinted that all she wanted was a distraction.
“Right. And I should take your word for it?”
“You can ask my coworker Patty if you don’t believe me.”
“Did you tell the police?” The last thing he wanted was an absurd rumor to make it to the headlines. What could possibly Frank have on him to put him at risk? With his uncle’s reelection campaign in full speed, his family couldn’t afford a scandal. Another one.
“No.” Her expression changed, fear crept in around her eyes. Alejandro’s hackles raised but she didn’t give him a chance to dig into why she kept the police out of it. “Look, sometimes people say weird things when they think they’re injured. It seemed odd at the time but I was trying not to make too much of it. Then this morning, I checked the news and saw that he died. I figured, maybe I should pass that message on.”
Alejandro drew back and studied her. She arched a thin eyebrow at him and tilted her head to the side, which exposed a bit more of her scar. He leaned toward her, narrowed his eyes as if there were a way to see more. Was she a burn victim? Had she gotten in trouble with the law?
She cleared her throat, and pulled the hem of her collar up. “A—Are you done gawking at me?”
He shrugged. “You barge in and say I’m supposed to be at risk, well, it’s been a day, and I’m still doing just fine.” He returned to the glass console and drank a mouthful of whisky. The burning alcohol coated his throat and loosened his limbs, but still didn’t give him any of the answers he sought. Had his psycho ex sent this woman to rattle him? And if so, why? This silly little prank could throw him off. It was in bad taste, no doubt. Why would Carla do that? And why on earth would she go through Frank to get to him? It didn’t add up.
“Good for you, Mr. Soto. Then my work here is done.” She spun on her boots without as much as a farewell. A woman of few words. He lifted his glass, staring in her direction. Hell, he had to admire that.
Why not admire a bit more? Her cell beeped, and she pulled it to read a message. He quirked his head to glance at her ass, and imagined the great butt those jeans hid. But something stilled her. Her phone slipped from her hands.
He reached her in a couple of long strides. She bent to grab her phone, and he didn’t miss the trembling of her fingers as they gripped the screen.
“Are you okay?” he asked, though no, she didn’t seem okay.
Her spine locked into place, and she glanced at the phone once more before meeting his gaze. Her skin paled. She licked her upper lip and took a deep breath. Her eyes darkened to a murky brown, and a quick twitch told him she was trying too freaking hard to remain emotionless.
“You got some bad news?”
“It was an email from my work. Patty…is dead,” she whispered.
Cupping her chin in his hand he tipped her head up and looked into her flashing indigo eyes. Dynamite. No wonder she was such a good con-artist.
Closing his own eyes to avoid her hypnotic gaze softening his resolve, Nicolas waited. And, yes, she brushed her lips over his.
Her mouth fitted perfectly with his and she tasted of summer—the bright air of a sunny day, the crisp white wine she’d just drunk. For a countless moment the kiss was all there was. The mingling of their breath, their lips, their heartbeats.
But like it had in the Santa grotto, their passion grew quickly and without thought. Nicolas ran his hand from her chin to brush the soft fabric of her shirt. As if it had a mind of its own a button came undone with no effort from his fingers. Then another, and another. Soon her shirt was completely open and he lay her back on the sofa, his mouth moving down as he did so. Baring his teeth he nipped at her breast through the pale pink lace of her bra and she arched her back, thrusting herself upward to meet him. This was the Gabrielle he remembered. The woman of open passion and transparent need. She raked her hands through his hair and writhed under him, clearly as ready as he was to consummate their meeting.
“You feel so warm,” he whispered against her soft stomach. Yet the subdued light from the Christmas tree stole the usual olive tone of her skin and cast an alabaster hue to her body. She was so pale. So delicate. So ready.
Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beats doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband—living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing her passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps bragging about. When she’s not lost in the word of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.
Michele de Winton loves sunshine, chardonnay, (preferably together), beaches, trees, great vegetarian food, steamy writing and happy endings. She’s been known to be an all round arty type and it’s no wonder that her first romance had a little sparkle of the stage tucked into its pages. Being a writer was not was she was supposed to be when she ‘grew up’ but then neither was being a dancer. Her poor parents. They thought that when she toddled off to law school they’d bred a responsible, useful adult and instead they got a performer and word junkie. Sometimes her performing past jumps into the dress up box and requires attention. But most of the time she’s content to stay in her PJs. All day. She writes surrounded by the whisper of trees from her home in New Zealand and with only intermittent interruptions from her two young sons and husband. (Okay more like regular interruptions, but dreaming is free.)
You can check out her other work or get in touch at www.micheledewinton.com
“What are you doing?” Jax struggled.My heart breaking for him, I raised his bruised hand to my mouth and kissed it tenderly. “Burning away the past.”Beaten, bruised, and broken, I made a desperate move that would change our lives forever.Just when I thought the worst was behind us, cracks appeared, secrets surfaced, and lies unraveled.
With threats closing in from all sides and our very lives hanging in the balance, I was faced with the most difficult decision of my life.
Thanks to the author, I was allowed to read an ARC of this book for an honest review. This picks up just where Reckless left off with Riley & Jax escaping the grips of his father’s gang. It follows the couple as they deal with the after effects of the experience. Jax had so much baggage from his childhood and his father that this experience just adds to his trauma. As Jax tries to deal with this by himself, Riley is determined to stand by him at all costs.This book is a very emotional read. Jax is a character that you just want to jump in to the book and give him a comforting hug! This is a great story of character growth as we watch Jax go to the brink of sanity. This two book series is a must read. It is full of depth and emotion along with love and more than a little bit of a sexy rock god. Five stars to Priscilla West! Loved it!
Her next book, Fearless, the sequel to Reckless, will be released on November 17th, 2014
She enjoys: cuddles, men in suits, eskimo kisses, life-sized teddy bears, and eggs over medium.
You can find her at priscillawest.com