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Release Tour: Revenge (Phoenix Undercover #3) by CA Harms @Charms0814

Title: Revenge
Series: Phoenix Undercover #3
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 7, 2016
Cover Photographer: Sara Eirew Photographer
Cover Designer: Wicked By Design
Living in fear was what they were all doing. 

 


It was no longer just the life of the woman he loved that was in danger, but also the life of their unborn child. The undercover case Josh led was now threatening to take away his true happiness. And he must find a way to keep his family safe from the hands of evil. 

Knowing that the devil is lurking in the darkness, Josh is left with no way to secure their safety. His fear is taking over. 

Soon Leo would finally get the chance to make them pay for ruining his life. 

His revenge was coming, and there was no one who could stop it. 

The devil is near and Gabby is his target…. 

And he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. 

The count down has begun. 

There’s nowhere to hide. 

They will all pay.

“This ending is dark and gritty and packed full of action and emotion taking you on an amazing ride you won’t want to get off.” – Reader Review

“What a Fan-f*cking-Tasic way to end my favorite CA Harms series” – Reader Review

“It is an intense, emotional and a fierce love story…” – Reader Review

Prologue

“You can run Gabby, but I’ll find you.” He laughed with a sadistic cackle. A chilling fear rang clear as his laughter echoed off the trees. “There is nowhere to hide. No one to save you. You are mine now.” 

My feet ached as the branches broke beneath my bare feet. The darkness of the night left me with minimal clarity. It was scary being alone in the darkness, unaware of my surroundings and what may be lurking ahead. But hesitation only meant Leo may reach me; that was much scarier than any other danger ahead. 

“Gabriella.” Once again his voice rang out through the woods. 

I had no idea where we were, or how far from the city he had taken me, but I couldn’t think about that. I had to find a way back. I had to find help.  

“I’m coming for you.” A sick feeling filled my stomach as his voice sounded closer than only seconds ago. 

Something sharp cut into my foot and I gasped as I fell forward, catching myself against a tree. I reached down to pull out the sharp object that was now embedded in the heel of my foot. The blood oozed and a burning sensation made me wince as I dropped the shard of glass to the ground. A broken bottle of some kind. 

“I thought we were becoming friends. You were beginning to understand what I needed from you, and I was just starting to reconsider selling you. In fact, I even thought about keeping you all for myself,” Leo hollered. 

I hid behind a tree as I looked from side to side, hoping for some sign of where he was. I was turned around at this point and no longer knew which way I should run. 

“But you deceived me, just as your sister did. I don’t forgive easily, Gabriella. I think once we reunite you may have to give me a reason to reconsider.”  

The hidden meaning of his words terrified me. Chills ran through me as I thought about his hands on me. I cringed, remembering the way he had attempted to touch me only moments ago. There was no way I could take more. 

Thunder rumbled overhead and I jumped in surprise. A storm was approaching and I knew it would only make my escape that much harder. 

“Game’s over.” I jerked forward, trying to get away when Leo’s voice whispered in my ear. “It’s time for you to understand and accept who you belong to.” He gripped my arm as he stepped around to my side and circled his other hand around my throat. 

His grasp on my throat tightened as he leaned in closer, within inches of my face.

Rain began to fall and he smiled as he tilted his head back and allowed it to hit his face. 

His laughter broke free and I could feel the tears fill my eyes. 

I closed my eyes and pictured Josh’s smile. Memories of the day we brought our son into the world together filled my mind. That was a happy day. And if I was going to die tonight, it was the vision I wanted to be my last.
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.


She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.




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Blog Tou: Invisible by Lori Remenicky @remenickywrites

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Invisible
By L.A. Remenicky
Re-Release Date: May 17, 2016 
Published by Lavish Publishing 
Genre ~ Romantic Suspense

 

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They found each other.  Then the killer found them.
Detective Jackson “Jax” McKenna walks into a psychologist’s office and finds that the doctor bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lainie, who disappeared ten years ago after their disastrous first date ended in violence.
Dr. Elizabeth Parker is really Elaine Wilson, Jax’s Lainie.  She’s been in hiding since the night that changed both their lives.  Jax discovers the truth when the killer lets Lainie know he’s found her.  When Jax and Lainie go on the run to keep Lainie safe, old feelings resurface as the killer threatens their lives.  Can Jax save Lainie and help her stay Invisible?


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The name on the file folder, J. McKenna, gave me a chill. He had been wounded in the line of duty—shot by a bank robbery suspect. Seeing the name reminded me of where I came from and why the need for hiding existed. I pushed the memories down. I’m not that person anymore. That person doesn’t exist. It wasn’t necessary to touch the necklace underneath my sweater as a reminder, but it had become a nervous habit. The locket was the only thing I had kept from that life.


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The door opened and Sheila showed my patient in. As my eyes met his, my heart stopped for what seemed like hours. After reading the file, I was afraid of this. How many Jackson McKenna’s could there be? The hair is shorter and the face is older, but it’s him. I would know those eyes anywhere. Jackson McKenna. He was my first love and indirectly, the reason I had to use a cane to walk farther than across the room.
I cleared my throat and stood, reaching out to shake his hand as I would with any new patient, hoping he didn’t recognize me.
“I’m Dr. Parker. Please make yourself comfortable, Officer McKenna, and we can get started.”
When I realized his right arm was in a sling and we couldn’t shake hands, I dropped mine back to my side. Picking up my notepad and pen, I hoped he didn’t see the way my hands were shaking.
“It’s actually Detective, not Officer.”
He sat on the couch across from me, observing with those hazel eyes that have haunted my dreams for ten years, and then he shook his head.
“You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago.”

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Other books by L.A. Remenicky
Saving Cassie (Fairfield Corners #1)
 
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Ragan’s Song (Fairfield Corners Book Two)
 
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Sensual Diversions: 14 Sexy Shorts
 
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Awethology Dark
 
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The December Awethology Dark Volume
 
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L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
 
L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.
 
An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.
Email: LARemenicky@LavishPublishing.com
 
 
 
 
Google+:http://www.google.com/+LARemenickyauthor
 
 


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Can’t You See #mystery #romanticsuspense

Title: Can’t You See
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: Mystery/Crime, Romantic Suspense
Published: April 1, 2016

Her Truth: Meredith O’Neal is a book editor who just moved into town. She doesn’t believe in happily ever afters.

His Truth: Devin Stone is an insurance adjuster who’s bad with people and doesn’t have any real friends. He’s tired of his boring day to day existence and is searching for a little excitement in his life.

Two stories – Two people. Nothing is what it seems.

Someone is a liar. Someone is wicked and deceitful but this time they might have gone too far.

Nothing is fair in love and revenge. Hearts will be broken. Lives will be ruined. But that’s all just a part of the game.

The cruelest burns don’t leave scars. Can’t you see? The truth is right in front of you. Just keep reading.

“Can’t You See was wonderfully written, Dawn showed us there are wayyyy more than 2 sides to every story and then the truth, which is even sometimes a lie. I am still left with my brain whirling around in circles even after finishing and I love it!” ~Gretchen (Goodreads Review)


“Dawn is an Evil Genius! This book was so good. Her writing was spot on, the story was thrilling, and now that I have finished…I can’t even put my head around what happened. I am so floored.” ~A Beautiful Book Blog


“Well ! What the hell just happened, when you think you have it nailed, you don’t ! Then that happens and you are like what ! Then the pin drops and the curtain falls and you’re like Damn !” ~Donna (Goodreads Review)


Prologue
Although it was midafternoon, it was as dark as night in his office. The curtains were drawn, as if to make light an unwelcome visitor, much like me. I flicked the tip of my middle finger against my thumb as I stared at the ticking clock in the corner. I’d been sitting in here for nearly ten minutes and he had yet to speak to me. He was writing feverishly in his notes and seemed oblivious to my stare.
I’d tried to take advantage of the moment of silence to read him, but my disgust for him was clouding my thoughts. I didn’t like him. I never had. I knew I’d managed to hide it well from him. I could tell by the way he looked at me. There was compassion in his eyes. I’d seen it before in the others before him. Once I saw that look I knew I’d gotten under their skin. I knew they’d believed me. Who wouldn’t? I was a master of deception. I’d hidden everything about myself for so long that even I wasn’t sure what was real. An outsider might have found me crazy. I just might have been, but my reasons ran deep. They were a part of me now. Retribution ran through my blood like a disease, contaminating every cell. I had no regrets. I no longer allowed them. 
I chuckled internally, careful to not let him see the corner of my lip curl upward. I stared at his glasses as they hung from the tip of his crooked nose. His salt and pepper hair had grown over the last few weeks. I supposed he was in need of a trim. Wrinkles brought on from obvious stress had robbed him of his youth. I imagined I might have been responsible for the crease on his forehead. I’d christened it with my name and I took pride in giving it to him. He was no one to me, much like every other person who came into my life. He might have believed he was important, maybe even helping me, but nothing about me was what it seemed.
I couldn’t believe I’d even considered telling him the truth a few days ago. It had been a fleeting moment of weakness that left a bitter taste in my mouth. If he had stopped and turned around, maybe I would have told him. Maybe he could have finally helped me out of the perpetual hell of lies I’d created. But it was my universe. It was the only existence I’d ever known. I would never admit to anything. I would not be powerless under another person ever again. He tapped his pen briefly and raised his eyes to me. I immediately resumed my role of innocence. It was one I’d perfected.
“So tell me,” he began. “When did you know something was wrong?”
I made sure to glance off to the right as if to ponder his question. He needed to believe I was considering his words. In reality, I’d rehearsed this moment for months. This would be the moment I would tell my side of the story—the moment I would exact my revenge in the sweetest way possible.
“I think deep down inside I knew from the start. I didn’t want to see what was there. I didn’t want to believe it was real.”
“Why didn’t you want to think it was real?” he asked as he shifted his posture and turned slightly in his chair, leaning forward so that the light from his desk lamp cast a glow and simultaneous shadow on the sides of his face.

“My emotions got the best of me, I suppose. I guess I always want to believe the best in everyone.” I glanced down at the floor and sniffled to show how sad the whole thing made me. “You have to know I’m telling the truth. Do you believe me?” I swallowed hard and made direct eye contact. Most liars couldn’t do it very well, but I was a pro.

“It’s not about whether or not I believe you. There are two sides to every story and yours is no exception.”
I nodded my head sheepishly, even though my blood was boiling inside. I wished I could have told him to fuck off.
“I need you to start from the beginning. Tell me everything you remember in the order in which it occurred, including every detail. I know this might be painful for you, but the only way I’ll make any sense of this is by understanding the facts.”
I nodded my head and took a deep breath. You’re on, I told myself. This needed to be the performance of my life.

“Okay, Dr. Andrews, this is what happened…”


Dawn L. Chiletz is the author of The Contest and Waiting to Lose. She currently resides in Illinois with her husband, two boys, and two dogs. When she’s not binge writing or reading, Dawn drinks large amounts of coffee and checks Facebook instead of doing laundry.

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Sale Blitz: Crash by Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell #contemporaryromance #onsale

Title: Crash
Series: Crash Series #1
Author: Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: December 15, 2015
On Sale on Amazon: $1.99 Limited Time
Charli has a plan for her life. It does not include the hot guy at table four. This is the first time she’s seen him at The Crash, the bar where she works most evenings. From the moment he arrives with his power suit, condescending friends, and unnerving stare, he’s hijacked her thoughts. It doesn’t help that he keeps finding ways to insinuate himself into her life. 


Logan has a plan for his life. It does not include the quirky little waitress at the new bar his friends discovered. He has a lot of obligations and very little time. If he needs a female distraction once in awhile, she isn’t the type of woman he normally looks to. Despite all of this, she has become what he wants most of all. 

Working to overcome all the things threatening to separate them won’t be easy. Can they find a way to meet in the middle if it holds the promise of happily ever after? 

This novel is book one in a series of three, but can be read as a “stand-alone” also. It’s a new adult fiction with adult humor and recommended for 18+


I open my eyes and close them back quickly to remedy my mistake. Crap, I forgot to close the curtains again when I fell into bed last night!

I’m sure the intense light falling across my bed is the cause of my waking up before noon on a Sunday. My bar shifts make a normal human schedule next to impossible. As I lie in bed, willing myself to fall back asleep, I hear Liv’s laughter from the living room. That can’t be right.

Looking over at my clock on the bedside table, and seeing it reads only 8:00 a.m., I bolt up with alarm, truly and completely awake. Liv doesn’t do mornings. Has the zombie apocalypse started?

Liv can’t manage getting out of bed at a decent hour even after a night off, much less one where we didn’t leave the bar until three o’clock in the morning. I realize that not only is she awake at this unusual hour, but she sounds chipper. Is she excited at the prospect of taking out the undead? 

Yawning, I rub my eyes and shove my glasses onto my face. Then twisting my long hair into a messy knot on the top of my head as usual, I secure it with one of the ponytail bands I always have around my wrist for emergencies. 

Dodging piles of books, and last night’s discarded work clothes, I lumber toward the unprecedented noises. I have my bedroom door halfway open, and another big yawn stretching out my mouth, when I realize that deep, male laughter is now accompanying Liv’s. What the hell?

Peeking out into our overly bright living space, I squeak. I ******** squeak, and it’s not cute.

It’s too late to back out now, though. They’ve both heard me and whip around to look directly at my open doorway. I register Liv’s calculating grin and she looks rather proud of herself. She’s dead to me now.
With my heart thundering hard and heavy, I feel warmth flood my face and I stand in shocked silence as I identify her morning guest. Logan is here. Logan is here in my apartment.
  
“THAT is what all today’s shit is about? You think I’m dating Victoria?”

“Ummmm… Aren’t you?” My conviction seems to be waning.

“NO!” he explodes. “We work together and sometimes hang out socially with our group of friends, but we’re definitely not together. I don’t want to start dating her either.”

I wonder if he’s lying to me. If so, he’s really good at it. “But, she said she was with you almost every night this past week,” I throw back at him.

“When did you talk to Victoria?”

“I didn’t talk to her actually. I just overheard her at the bar saying she’d been with you.”

“Maybe you should stop eavesdropping!” he explodes.

“Maybe you should stop avoiding telling me why you spent every evening with her, but now say you aren’t dating her!” I cross my arms over my chest, shivering, and stomp my foot for emphasis.

“We’re working on a major business proposal and we’ve had to stay late several times. It’s just because of work. That’s why I haven’t had time to stop by the bar. We are NOT dating!” He throws his arms out wide and glares at me.

I’m relieved and I want to relax back into his warm arms, but I’ve worked myself into such a state of agitation, I can’t calm down. My temper has gotten the best of me and my mouth won’t shut the hell up. “Why not? She’s hot and smart and obviously wants you. Maybe you should!” Am I really suggesting to Logan, a guy that I’m totally lusting after, that he should consider dating someone else? Maybe I’m the one who is bipolar.

“Because I don’t want her, Charli. How can I make it any clearer?” He smiles sweetly and his voice has gone soft. It soothes me and I find I have no desire to yell at him anymore. “You are the person I want to go out with.”  

I swear, my heart has stopped beating. Walking back to where I stand in shock, he pulls me in tight and lowers his face to mine. Our mouths crash together and I think I hear the hallelujah chorus.

Oh, maybe it’s just Liv screaming, “Hallelujah! It’s about time!”

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Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends…
Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids. Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line. They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.

Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right? The reality is so much more fun. Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic. They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public. The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.


When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think. Do what you love! Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though. She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!” and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie 😉


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I ♥ all the Books Tour: Interview with Hesitation Wounds author @AmyLKoppelman

The acclaimed author of I Smile Back, Amy Koppelman is a novelist of astonishing power, with a sly, dark voice, at once fearless and poetic. In Koppelman’s new novel, Dr. Susanna Seliger is a renowned psychiatrist who specializes in treatment-resistant depression. The most difficult cases come through her door, and Susa is always ready to discuss treatment options, medication, and symptom management but draws the line at engaging with feelings. A strict adherence to protocol keeps her from falling apart.

But her past is made present by one patient, Jim, whose struggles tear open Susa’s hastily stitched up wounds, revealing her latent feeling that she could have helped the people closest to her, especially her adored, cool, talented graffiti-artist brother. Spectacularly original, gorgeously unsettling,HESITATION WOUNDS is a novel that will sink deep and remain—like a persistent scar or a dangerous glow-in-the-dark memory.

Thanks Amy Koppelman for taking the time to answer a few questions!

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a writer. The first contest I entered was an essay contest sponsored by The Daughters of the American Revolution. I didn’t win but I remember my name being called at the spring assembly and walking up onto the stage in the multi purpose room of our elementary school. I remember I was wearing a lavender smock dress and I remember feeling proud. Just for entering. I kept the participation certificate taped to my bedroom wall for years and years. In fact, I don’t think I took it down until after I graduated college and we sold our house. Anyway, for many reasons I kinda put the writing thing aside until I was in my early twenties. I kinda became a writer by accident. I had gone through a really bad period of depression and as I got better I began to write, so for me writing was and remains a receptacle for sadness. I purge my ugliest thoughts and feelings onto the page which is a vast improvement from my old style of purging.

What is your quirkiest writing ritual?

I don’t have a ritual really. I wish I did but I kinda fumble along.

When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I was 30 by the time I finished the first draft of my first book. I started writing it at 25. It takes me about 7 years to finish. Hesitation Wounds took nine. I’m very slow (one of the reasons I need to get myself a ritual! :))

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Well I have the most fun when I’m with my family but if I can’t be with them well – well I love watching TV. A big bowl of ice cream. An even bigger bowl of popcorn. A juicy plot. Almost nothing is more fun. And I’m not a snob about it. I love Mad Men but I also have a great time watching Vampire Diaries. When I’m especially anxious I binge watch. The month before Hesitation Wounds came out—FIVE seasons of Homeland.

Where did you get your idea for this book?
Most of the time my stories begin with a feeling. When I started Hesitation Wounds I knew I was writing about grief: how we recover from unbearable loss or perhaps more importantly why we bother recovering. Why we bother to continue. I also knew that I was telling a story about a brother and sister who loved each other –loved each other as much and as purely as it’s possible to love. But that’s all I knew when I started. I had faith that the characters would reveal themselves and slowly (it took about a year) but surely the characters did reveal themselves.

What do you think makes a good story?

I’m not sure how to answer this because there are so many different kinds of stories. I think if you’re writing a suspenseful story plot is vital. With magical realism being able to transport the reader to an alternate universe makes all the difference. For me, the stories I like most are fueled by emotional honesty. I am drawn to a character’s journey. How they see the world, how that world effects them and invariably the people they love.

What was the hardest part in writing this book?

The hardest part for me was figuring out the structure. I wanted to write a memory book meaning a book that mimicked memory. Memory isn’t linear. It’s also not always played out in scene. Bits and pieces flash through our mind. Subverted feelings appear in the dark. A detail: a red mug on the kitchen table. In addition I wanted to balance the whole novel on the last scene in the book: when Susa is deciding if she should stick out her tongue and taste the snow. I wanted to show how everything in her life, how everything in all of our lives, informs even the smallest of decisions. The problem doesn’t take longer than a second or two to decide and it simply wasn’t long enough to balance a whole story on. Ultimately I settled upon a single day-specifically the five/six hours it takes from Susa to journey with Mai from her apartment to the graveyard where she visits her brother.

 

 

Amy Koppelman Bio:
Amy Koppelman is a graduate of Columbia’s MFA program. Her writing has appeared in The New York Observer and Lilith. She lives in New York City with her husband, Brian Koppelman, and their two children. Her previous novels are A Mouthful of Air and I Smile Back, slated for the Toronto Film Festival and general release in Fall 2015.
Amy also wrote ‘I Smile Back’ which was adapted into a film in 2015 starring actress/comedian Sarah Silverman. Sarah was recently nominated for a SAG award based on her performance of Laney.


You can see the movie trailer for ‘I Smile Back’ here: https://youtu.be/YIBqq-AQcE0