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Blog Tour: Kill Without Mercy @AlexandraIvy #klover


I am participating in the Tasty Virtual Book Tour for KILL WITHOUT MERCY by Alexandra Ivy. 

To read my review of this book, click here

Kill Without Mercy ARES Security #1

By: Alexandra Ivy

Released December 29, 2015


From the hellhole of a Taliban prison to sweet freedom, five brave military heroes have made it home—and they’re ready to take on the civilian missions no one else can. Individually they’re intimidating. Together they’re invincible. They’re the men of ARES Security.

Rafe Vargas is only in Newton, Iowa, to clear out his late grandfather’s small house. As the covert ops specialist for ARES Security, he’s eager to get back to his new life in Texas. But when he crosses paths with Annie White, a haunted beauty with skeletons in her closet, he can’t just walk away—not when she’s clearly in danger…

There’s a mysterious serial killer on the loose with a link to Annie’s dark past. And the closer he gets, the deeper Rafe’s instinct to protect kicks in. But even with his considerable skill, Annie’s courage, and his ARES buddies behind him, the slaying won’t stop. Now it’s only a matter of time before Annie’s next—unless they can unravel a history of deadly lies that won’t be buried.

“A fantastic blend of romance and suspense…thrilling to the end.” –Mary Burton, USA Today bestselling author

Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/12/kill-without-mercy-ares-security-1-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25304020-kill-without-mercy

Goodreads Series Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/series/151042-ares-security


Buy Links:  Amazon | B & N | Google Play | iTunes | Kobo

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/s/?field-keywords=978-1-4201-3755-2

B&N:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/9781420137552

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/search?q=978-142013756-9&c=books

iTunes:  http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781420137569

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=9781420137569

Author Info

ALEXANDRA IVY graduated from Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please visit her website at http://www.alexandraivy.com.

Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Website:  http://www.alexandraivy.com/
Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/alexandraivyfanpage
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AlexandraIvy
GoodReads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/40881.Alexandra_Ivy

Excerpt #1

             The small but stylish condo on the edge of Denver offered a quiet neighborhood, a fantastic view of the mountains, and a parking garage that was worth its weight in gold during the

long, snow-filled winters.

With a muted blue and silver décor, the condo was precisely the sort of place expected of an upwardly mobile young professional.

Not that Annie White was upwardly mobile.

Not after walking away from her position at Anderson’s Accounting just six months after being hired.

At the moment, however, she didn’t really give a crap about her future in the business world. Instead she was trying to concentrate on her packing. A task that would have been easier if her foster mother hadn’t been following behind her, wringing her hands and predicting inevitable doom.

“I wish you hadn’t traveled all this way, Katherine,” Annie said to her foster mother, moving from the bedroom to the living room to place a stack of clean underwear in her open suitcase.

The older woman was hot on her heels. Still attractive at the age of fifty-five, Katherine Lowe had faded red hair that was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head, and clear green eyes that could hold kindness or make a child cringe with guilt.

Dressed in a jade sweater and dress slacks, her narrow face was currently tight with concern. “What did you expect me to do when you called to say you were traveling back to that horrible place?” Katherine demanded.

Annie swallowed a sigh. Unlike her foster mother, her honey brown hair tumbled untidily around her shoulders, the golden highlights shimmering in the September sunlight that streamed through the skylight. Her pale features were scrubbed clean instead of discreetly coated with makeup. And her slender body was casually covered by a pair of faded jeans and gray sweatshirt.

With her wide hazel eyes she barely looked old enough to be out of high school, let alone a trained CPA.

“I shouldn’t have called,” she muttered.

She loved her foster parents. She truly did. There weren’t many people who would take in the ten-year-old daughter of a serial killer. Especially after she’d spent several months in a mental institution.

They’d not only provided a stable home for her on their ranch in Wyoming, but they’d offered her protection from a world that was insatiably curious about the only survivor of

the Newton Slayer.

Now, however, she wished her foster mother would dial back on the fussing.

“You think I wouldn’t have found out?” Katherine demanded.

Annie grimaced. She tried to ignore the fact that while she’d moved away from the ranch, her parents continued to monitor her on a daily basis.

Not only by their nightly calls, but by speaking with her boss, Mr. Anderson, who happened to be a personal friend of her foster father.

They only wanted to make sure she was safe.

“I don’t want you to worry,” Annie said.

Katherine waved a hand toward her open suitcase. “Then reconsider this rash trip.”

Annie moved into the bathroom, collecting her toiletries as she struggled to smooth her features into an unreadable mask.

Overall, her foster parents had been supportive. They’d urged her to discuss her past with them as well as a trained therapist. They’d even allowed her to keep a picture of her father beside her bed, despite the devastation he’d caused. But the one thing they refused to accept was her claim that she’d seen visions of the murders as they’d happened.

And they weren’t alone.

No one believed the strange images that had plagued her were anything more than a figment of her overactive imagination.

Over the years, Annie had tried to convince herself they were right. It was insane to think they’d been psychically connected to her father while he was committing the murders.


Then two nights ago the visions returned.

The images had been fragmented. A woman screaming. A dark, cramped space. The shimmer of a knife blade in the moonlight. Newton’s town square.

Annie didn’t even try to deny the visions.

Either she was losing her mind—or they were real.

The only way to know was to return to the town and confront her nightmares.

“It isn’t rash,” she said as she returned to the living room. “I’ve given it a great deal of thought.”

Katherime made a sound of impatience. “But what about your position at Anderson’s?”

“It’s possible they’ll hold my job for me,” Annie said, mentally crossing her fingers.

It wasn’t a total lie.

Her supervisor had said they might reconsider rehiring her when she returned.

“Do you realize how many strings Douglas had to pull to get you a place at such a prestigious firm?” Katherine demanded, clearly not appeased. “In this economy it’s almost impossible to find anything that isn’t entry level.”

Annie turned to take her foster mother’s hands. She knew she should feel bad about leaving her position. It was what she’d trained to do, wasn’t it?

“And I appreciate everything he’s done for me,” she assured the older woman. “That you’ve both done for me.”

Katherine clicked her tongue. “If that was true you wouldn’t be tossing it all away on this harebrained scheme.”

“I get that you don’t understand, but it’s something I have to do.”

Katherine pulled her hands free, clearly frustrated by Annie’s rare refusal to concede to her stronger will. “Nothing can change the past,” she snapped.

Annie turned, unnecessarily smoothing the jeans she’d placed in the suitcase.

This wasn’t about the past. The visions weren’t memories. They were glimpses of the present.

“I know that,” she murmured.

“Do you?” Katherine pressed.

“Of course.”

There was a long silence, as if the older woman was considering the best means of attack. Katherine Lowe was a wonderful woman, but she was a master of manipulation.

“Is this because it’s the anniversary of the deaths?” she at last demanded.

The thought had crossed Annie’s mind. Within a few days it would be exactly fifteen years since the killings started.

Who could blame her for being plagued with hallucinations?

But her heart told her it was more than that.

“I don’t think so,” she hedged.

Katherine pressed her hands together, a certain sign she was trying to maintain her temper. “Maybe you should talk with your therapist.”



“I don’t need a therapist,” Annie said, her voice uncharacteristically hard.

What was going on in her head couldn’t be cured by sitting in a room and talking.

She had to go see for herself.

Seeming to realize she couldn’t badger Annie into giving up her plans, Katherine glared at her with an annoyance that didn’t entirely disguise her concern. “What do you hope to find?”

Annie flinched.

It was a question she didn’t want to consider.


Blog tour: Hot and Nerdy

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Enter to Win an Ebook Copy of 

His Work of Art, His New Jam, or His Dream Role


Print Copy of the New Hot And Nerdy Anthology 




Shannyn Schroeder

Releasing in Print December 15th Exclusively at Books-a-Million


Her Best Shot

With college graduation looming, three childhood friends vow to make spring break their last

blast of pure fun. But at least one of them didn’t count on such incredible heat…

Layla Sharpe is definitely more math ninja than bikini babe, and her future has been calculated

with razor precision. Convinced to let loose over spring break, Layla is finally ready to

party—until her car breaks down halfway to her destination, leaving her stranded in Georgia

with a mouthwateringly hot pool shark. She knows more than enough about angles to learn the

game, but this week she wants him to appreciate her curves…

Phin Marks has never met a girl like Layla. She’s more Star Wars geek than seductress, and

when he offers her a place to stay while her car is in the shop, he’s counting on the attraction

between them to set the nights ablaze, no strings attached. But every moment he spends with

Layla makes it harder to let her go. Can he persuade her to gamble in the most dangerous way

possible…on forever?


Her Perfect Game

Spring break is supposed to be a week of fun in the sun for three childhood friends about to

graduate from college. But one of them is ready to get her game on somewhere else…

Charlie Castle is an expert archer and a fierce warrior—in her favorite video game, anyway. But

college life was a program she couldn’t quite master. To land a cybertech job without a degree,

she’s entering a “hackfest” over spring break—where she also hopes to meet the sweet gamer

who’s been flirting with her online. Instead, she runs into the hot guy who walked away years

ago, and can’t fight the desire that comes rushing back.

Jonah Best has never gotten over Charlie, whose kisses were always as deliciously creative as

her coding. But now that they’re face to face again, he doesn’t know how to admit that her

online admirer is really him—or how to convince her that he’s offering her a job for her incredible

skills, not her sex appeal. Can Jonah cut through their communication glitches and persuade

Charlie that the next level up for them should be forever?


Her Winning Formula

Spring break was supposed to be a last blast of fun for three friends before the reality of

adulthood set in. But for the trio’s science whiz, it’s an education in instant attraction…

Chemistry major Felicity Stone can tell you everything about the way chemicals interact, but

when it comes to social interaction, she needs schooling. Abandoned by her friends, Felicity is

faced with spending spring break alone—unless she accepts a gorgeous stranger’s invitation to

pose as his girlfriend at a family wedding. Not one to turn down a research opportunity, Felicity

never expected it to produce such breathtaking results…

Teacher and baseball coach Lucas Tanner is fascinated by Felicity’s potent mix of spirit and

scientist, not to mention her delicious curves. When Felicity asks him to return the favor by

teaching her how to pick up guys, he can’t refuse—but he’s not at all happy with the idea of her

using a formula for flirting on anyone but him. Can he convince her that together they have the

perfect chemistry?

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Her Best Shot Excerpt

So much for not knowing anxiety. Layla walked down the busy street in Atlanta looking for the nearest bar. She needed a drink.

After a leisurely drive through the mountains and taking time to enjoy the beauty of rural North Carolina, Layla had been feeling better. Then she had pulled into Atlanta and everything went to hell. Her car just stopped. She probably shouldn’t have ignored the clunking while she was in the  mountains. She sat at the side of the road waiting for a tow truck for a couple of hours. Not that she didn’t have offers, from a variety of good old boys, to take her wherever she wanted to go.

Because it was Saturday afternoon, the mechanic had told her straight-out that nothing would be done on her car until Monday, but he’d promised to call her with a diagnosis before the end of the day. She had barely stopped herself from telling him to just fix it no matter what.

Although she didn’t like being stranded in Georgia, she wasn’t going to pay an exorbitant amount of money for her hand-me-down car out of desperation.

Pulling her backpack higher on her shoulder, she stood still for a moment and allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim interior of the first bar she found. It was a dive, but there was a decent-sized crowd. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her kind of crowd. They were mostly men and mostly grubby- looking. Even the younger ones had a roughness about them.

Layla figured it was par for the course. All she wanted to do was drown her sorrows in some beer and then pass out until her car was fixed. Maybe she could salvage part of her break. She shot a text to Felicity to let her know about the car.

After ordering a light beer at the bar, Layla walked toward the back to drink alone. In the back, she found a few men playing pool at the two tables. She grabbed a chair and sat with her back to the wall so she could watch the players. No one seemed to take notice of her presence.

Within moments, one player easily stood out as the man to beat. He was tall, over six feet, with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. He wore a T-shirt that looked intentionally too tight, showing off defined muscles, as if to say, “Don’t f*** with me.” He didn’t chat with the other player. The only sounds he made were to call his shots. He was smooth and efficient, and fun to watch as he cleared the table.

Especially when he bent over in front of her. Maybe being stuck in Atlanta for the night wouldn’t be so bad if all the guys were this nice to look at. With the eight ball sunk, the man stood and collected the money sitting on the edge of the table. The loser walked away, and another guy took his place, putting his twenty on the edge.

This second player was better than the first, but Mr. Nice Ass stayed ahead. After a while, Layla began to wonder if he was just toying with his competition, like a cat playing with its prey. He let the other man sink a few balls and then returned to clear the table. Again, he sank the eight ball and swiped the cash.

The man was a pool hustler.

After the second loser left, the man looked around, his gaze landing on her. His eyes, a gray-green, weren’t pretty, but were mesmerizing. Something about the contrast against his olive skin.

He pointed his pool cue at her. “Are you going to sit there staring all night, or are you going to play?”

“Me? I’m not stupid enough to play pool with a hustler. My day’s been crappy enough. I don’t need to lose anything else.”

He stalked closer to her. “I’m not a hustler. Hustlers pretend to be bad and then show their true ability to win big. Make no mistake. I’m always good.”

“Thanks for the vocabulary lesson. I still have better things to do with twenty bucks than lose it to you, especially since I’ve only played pool a handful of times.”

He took another step closer. Close enough that she could touch him if she wanted, but he kept enough distance so she wasn’t crowded. “How about you buy me a beer, and I’ll give you a lesson?”

She had nothing else going on, and a game of pool with a sexy stranger might be fun.

“You’re on. What’ll you have?”

He tilted his head toward her bottle. “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

She grabbed her backpack and went back to the bar to buy a couple more beers. When she returned, he had the balls racked and ready to go. She placed her backpack on her chair and grabbed a cue stick. Layla handed him a bottle and said, “I’m Layla.”

He took the bottle from her, allowing his thumb to brush over her fingers. “Thanks, Layla. I’m Phin.”

The simple touch sent a jolt of pleasure up her arm and down her center. He took a swig of beer, and she watched his throat work as he swallowed. She licked her lips, and when he reached past her to put his bottle on the table, her mouth went dry. This man was like a walking orgasm. He didn’t have to say anything, and she wanted to go for a test run.

About the Author

Shannyn Schroeder is the author of the O’Leary series, contemporary romances centered around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the new Hot & Nerdy series about 3 nerdy friends and their last spring break. When she’s not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.