Saturday, June 29, 2013

Roxanne Desired Release Day Blitz

Title: Roxanne Desired (Book 2 in the Prime Wolf Series)
Author: Gena D Lutz
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance

Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Waking up fur covered and fanged isn't the easiest thing for a girl to deal with. Unfortunately, for Roxanne Delaney, that is her new reality. The only upside is finding herself the bondmate to one hot and sexy werewolf, Nathan Hayes. The downside; learning to adapt to a primal element that craves the rending of flesh and the oh-so-sweet taste of blood. Will this shy waitress-turned-wolf rise to the challenges of this new life—one that is now littered with otherworldly creatures hell-bent on destroying her and the people she cares for? Or will the pressures of a new-found love and difficult battles prove too much for Roxanne to handle?

Author Bio:
Gena D. Lutz lives in the blistering heat of Arizona with her husband and four kids and two very high maintenance dogs, a Chihuahua and Australian Shepard. When she is not busy writing, Lutz can be found watching the classics, like Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, marathon style. Lutz enjoys reading, riding horses, playing poker and looks forward to the day she can travel the world.


Curse of the Beast cover reveal

Curse of the Beast & Star Cursed
Cover Reveal and Giveaway
Hosted by Lady Amber’s Reviews
Young Adult Novels by Ashley Lavering

I am so excited that you all could celebrate my new covers with me!! Curse of the Beast and Star Cursed are Young Adult novels and a retelling of Beauty and the Beast with a werewolf twist. They are my first books published and had different models on each cover. I really wanted these novels to match as a set and really shine. So I hired the amazing cover artist, Design by Katt (aka Kathey Amaral) to redo them.

She was fantastic to work with and was patient with my endless nit-picking. LOL. I am sure she thought I was OCD.  But enough about us, let’s see those marvelous covers shall we? Drum-roll please…..

Curse of the Beast

Seventeen-year-old Tayla Jonas longs for a simple life, but an ancient curse forces a werewolf to hunt her, to claim what is his. Will Tayla be strong enough to survive the Curse of the Beast? Or will it consume her like so many before? Find out in the first installment of this unique retelling of Beauty and the Beast.

Star Cursed

Tangled in a web of wills, Tayla must risk everything to break the Curse of the Beast. With failure and possible death looming overhead, Tayla will do anything to find true love. But will one moon cycle be long enough to conquer her wolf and remain human? Or will she become a permanent member of Beast’s pack? Find out in the second installment in the Curse of the Beast series.

 Author Ashley Lavering

A nomad at heart, Ashley currently claim Nevada as her home. She has a wonderful husband and two young children that put up with her “writing time.” When she’s not pondering a spell that will magically calm the ferocious winds that plague the air around her, you can find her, with notepad in hand, frantically jotting down ideas in those short moments between caring for her girls and working full time at the Elko Institute for Academic Achievement.

Art and science have always been her yin and yang. Throughout her college career, she shifted between the two, but in the end graduated with a Bachelors of Mathematics and Science from the University of Wyoming.
Charging into adventures and discovering something new has always been a passion of hers, but as a teenager she used to run screaming from a reading or writing assignment. Looking back, the irony isn’t lost on her. Now you can’t catch her without a book in hand or an open word document. Every time a new idea pops into her mind her heart races and her hand twitches to write it. In that moment, she has her writer's high and prays it will sustain her through thousands of hours of revision.


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Apocalypse Cult Book Tour

Apocalypse CultAPOCALYPSE CULT is the first book in the Gray Spear Society series. They are God's secret warriors, His henchmen, His assassins cloaked in shadows. When lives and souls are at risk, He sends the Gray Spear Society to save mankind. This time the enemy is the Church of One Soul, a cult that intends to kill thousands of unsuspecting tourists in Chicago. But this is merely the first step in plunging the world into a devastating war. The Society has only a few days to destroy their elusive foe, despite interference by overzealous federal agents. Purchase Apocalypse Cult: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

About Alex Siegel

Alex Siegel Alex Siegel grew up a math and computer geek. At the age of twenty-five, he received a Ph.D. in Computer Science from Cornell. He continues to make a good living as a software developer in Chicago. In his late twenties, he took up creative writing as a serious pastime with the intention of eventually making it his career. This goal has been elusive, but failure is not an option. In 2001, his wife gave birth to triplet boys. People often ask him how he still finds time to write. In 2009, he began the Gray Spear Society series, and he hopes it will be his key to literary fame. Follow the Author: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest Join us July 11 9PM - 10 PM EST Twitter HashTag #ApocalypseCultBookTour July 19 Pinterest Event July 23 Video Chat on Literary Addicts July 31 - August 2 for our Social Media Event on Facebook. Come learn More about the author and win prizes Follow the Tour The author will be offering a $50 Amazon Gft Card to the giveaway winner. Fill out the form below to enter. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Summer Book Crush

Hot sun, hot sand, cool drinks, dark tans. Ahhhh. But your summer won’t be complete until you land a new BOOK BOYFRIEND, right? Lucky for you, we’ve got you covered!  
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  SUMMER BOOK CRUSH offers 50+ titles in many genres. This means 50+ chances to (fictitiously) fall in love. And the best part? Each of these gems is only 99¢, but for a limited time only. The SUMMER BOOK CRUSH event starts on June 26th and ends (yes, even the best things in life end at some point) on June 28th. So don't wait up! Mingle with our BOOK BOYFRIENDS and invite all your friends to participate too. There are plenty of BOOK BOYS to share!
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Crushing tour/Elena Dillon guest post


As a pampered and adored daughter of a wealthy Southern family Rory's life was seemingly perfect until her troubled childhood crush moves back in across the street forcing her to choose between him and the life that has been chosen for her. As if that isn't enough, her quiet island town has turned dangerous. A good friend has gone missing, lending truth to the rumors of a serial kidnapper. In her quest to help she becomes a target and will have to make choices about love, friendship and the inevitable sacrifice that they both require. Elena Dillon’s blog /Twitter /Facebook /Google+ /Goodreads / Literary Addicts

Elena was kind enough to do a guest post for us today, here is what she had to say:


I’m a dog lover. I have three dogs at home and I can’t remember a time when we didn’t have at least one. I know Crushing is only my second book but I’ve written lots of stories that I never thought about publishing. In all the time I’ve been writing I never thought about writing a dog into a story until Bailee. She just kind of arrived on the page without too much consideration for why or what she was going to do throughout the story.
I loved her immediately.  She was sweet and adorable and it made me want to go out and get a puppy although it was nice having Gage have to take care of her instead of me.  In my house I’m always the one responsible for the animals.
During the story she would just show up and insert herself when it was important.  She actually plays a pretty key part in two of the most serious scenes of the story, not to mention being in the first scene Gage and Rory have together.
I guess what I’m trying to say was she wasn’t just something I threw in the story to make it cute she really was just a natural part of it. It was never difficult to find a place for her, she just fit like any other character.  When she first showed up I worried that I might forget her or have to contrive scenes for her.  As the story went on I never had to think about it, she was so much part of the story. Just like animals are a natural part of our lives.

Bailee was actually quite a bit less work for me than my current dogs.  My bulldog especially.  I’m pretty sure Bailee smells better and has better manners too.  I hope you enjoy reading how Bailee fits into Crushing. I know I had a lot of fun writing her.  

  Elena lives and writes in a suburb
North of Los Angeles. She has never lived anywhere besides California which is probably a good thing since she hates being cold and is terrified to drive in the snow. She loves being a wife and a mother to her two kids and three dogs, although really the bulldog is the fourth child who has never matured beyond the toddler stage. A self proclaimed nerd, she has been writing since she was a child. She has only recently, however, come out of the closet about this to her family and friends. They now understand better, but not completely, why she talks about characters in stories as if they are real people. Follow the Tour Elena Dillon is giving away a beach basket and a $50 Amazon Gift card for her tour. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Friday, June 21, 2013

Blood Ties Book Blitz

College senior Grace is half witch, half mortal, and one of the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Problem is she doesn’t know any of this yet.

But she’s about to find out—and fast. Her powers are awakening, and Grace is in danger as her transformation reignites an ages-old war between her clan and an evil rival witch faction that will stop at nothing to see Grace dead so their leader, the vicious, ruthless Catherine, can harness Grace’s incredible powers for her own dark purposes.

It’s up to Grace’s immortal Aunt Evelyn and her best friend Julie—a shape shifter from a long line of Native American mystics—to defend her. She also has James on her side, a witch from the Bolingbroke clan that has vowed since Grace’s birth to keep her safe. From the moment they meet, the two share a fierce supernatural attraction—a white-hot heat that neither can resist. Will their undying love protect her or put her in greater danger? Only time will tell, and time for Grace is running out.

Book Trailer:



“Don’t you have any feelings for me?” he asked, sounding sincere. His head was tilted down, his eyes looking up. He was coming to the painful understanding that I really did want his brother instead.
“No, I don’t have any feelings for you. Sorry.”
With those words I delivered a fatal wound to Adrian’s heart. It killed him to be rejected by the only woman he’d ever cared for. His emotions took a sharp turn, going from raw pain to unbridled fury. He pushed me backward with such force that I flew about fifteen feet.
“I have done nothing but love you since the day I met you. And you—you bitch—strung me along like a puppet. You are not getting away with that.”
Adrian pounced on me. He was heavier than his thin body suggested, and he weighed me down. He was turning into that monster I’d seen at the killing ritual. His nails started to claw up as he ripped my shirt apart, and left deep cuts. He kissed my chest savagely and covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream. My fangs came down, and I fought to open my lips so I could bite him. I tried to use telekinesis to get him off me, but my terrified state blocked it.   
“I’m taking what’s due me,” he said with a little froth in the corner of his mouth. He ripped the zipper out of my pants as if it were made of papier-mâché. He moved his sweaty hand away from my mouth. I bit wildly at the air, hoping to land my teeth in his flesh.
During the wrestling match, I was able to slam Adrian in the nuts. He rolled off me, clutching himself. I staggered to my feet and booked it to the house. Meanwhile, Adrian fought through his pain, ran me down, and tackled me. I landed on my stomach with him on my back, a puff of dirt rising around us. He straddled me, his knees digging into the backs of my spread thighs. I thought they were going to break. When Adrian got full control over me, he got between my legs and started pulling my pants down. Then I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Long Road Full Speed Ahead Cover Reveal

Blurb – A young girl struggles with abuse, addiction, and abortion all while trying to go to school. Somehow she hits rock bottom and finds an unlikely love story.
Synopsis- Grace finds herself with a toxic friend and a brand new hobby when she discovers meth. She had a promising future before Grayson came into the picture. A wolf in sheep’s clothing he soon shows his true colors and they are painted with black and blue.
The drugs cause more problems than they fix, but lost in the intoxicating world of numbness she must find herself through abuse, addiction, and abortion. Will she let the drugs take her out of the world, and be forever numb, or will an unlikely love pull her out and make her feel again?
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Author Bio:
Emily Walker loves creating worlds and stumbling around in them. She is constantly losing her chap-stick, and has an obsession with the color pink. Currently a resident of the mountains and loving the view she writes mostly paranormal fiction, and horror. Her small family consists of her red bearded other half, a rat terrier named Rebel, and a cat called Mr. Creepy.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Strip Me Bare Book Blitz

Title: Strip Me Bare
Author: Marissa Carmel
Release Day: TBA
Genre: New Adult
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:
“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.”

Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone?
Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male reviews as Jack the Stripper.
Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?

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Author Bio:
Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.


Monday, June 17, 2013

Heart of Revenge

The Heart of Revenge by Richie Drenz

This book is for mature audiences only

If you’re through with Fifty Shades of Grey and yearning for a next great read then we have great news guys. We are not only recommending but also giving you a free excerpt sample of Richie Drenz’s, #1 National bestseller, “The Heart of Revenge”, which was recently nominated by the B.I.A. for Readers Choice award.
The adult contemporary was written in a Caribbean settings. In short, the story’s Based off a true story, young Leelia Lexings, given up by her mother at 14, and now at 19, is a brilliant college student and getting married to the wealthy Qwan Douglas. For his money.
But all in order to save her brother who is about to die from his heart problem, cardiomyopia. The determined college girl must decide what she will sacrifice in order to save her brother. And if these outrageous and scandalous offers from her wealthy and revengeful husband and also her father-in-law is just taking it way too far. What offers were she made? Find out.
How far is worthwhile to go? Or better yet, how far would you go if you were offered these to save your loved one?

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Chapter 1 - This is Erotica.
Like seriously, it all began out of REVENGE. And the problem was all because the door wasn’t shut. As in, it was pushed closed but the lock wasn’t secured. It wasn’t safe. I could’ve and should’ve latched it but I didn’t, and it wasn’t that I was too caught up here either, just wasn’t sure I was really going to go through with this or not. It’s summer, June 11, and lord did I need this three months break from UWI. I was so charged up about it until I threw myself into this situation I’m in right now. I planned it, but sitting here face to face with it right now, I‘m not sure how I should feel inside or what I was feeling. My age? Nineteen. Just turned nineteen in April, and believe it or not, today is probably the biggest day I’ll ever have in my life already. And for sure the most important day in my brother, Vance’s, life. I nervously looked towards the lock on the plain white door. Don’t judge me, - BUT - today, this was happening in the bathroom.
 “Hey, take our picture. Just like we are now.” I instructed him, while sitting in his lap. My arms hugged around his neck, both of us were dressed in formal clothes and sitting in the bathroom. My breasts were outside the cups of my strapless satin dress, and my nipples still wet from just slipping out his mouth.
 “Of the two of us?” he asked tilting his head, shocked and puzzled, looking straight into my eyes. His pants zipper half-way open. It made no sense to him, but to me I knew exactly why I wanted him to do it. I barely mouthed, “Yeah sweets.” Raised my bosom up, and brushed my nipples against his face, my nipple rubbed above his opened mouth, grazing it. “You needn’t make your face show in the pics.” I freed one of my arms from around his neck and quickly glanced back at the lock, turned back around and lightly petted the side of his cheek. “I don’t want you to get in any trouble, but make sure my face is showing ... Pretty please...,” I lowered my face close to his as I said ‘pretty please’ and continued to speak with my lips almost touching his cheek and close to his ear, “And show exactly what we’re doing. OK?” He girthed around my slim waist with both hands and eased me off him a bit. “Like this!” He panicked. He knew if a word of this ever got out. if shit ever hit the fan, it would be a very nasty tailspin. His eyes were searching all over my face, trying to see if I was sure. He asked, “Half-naked? You serious?” I was. As serious as a heart surgery on Obama. “Yeah. Email me them.” I pampered my hand seductively down the chest of his white long sleeve shirt, rubbing with pressure, so I could feel the sexual raise of his huge erected nipple through his shirt. “Ping me when you send them off boo.” My palm was pressing over the roundness of his nipple, I slithered my hand down his muscular chest and back up to his nipple, pinched it between my thumb and index finger, pinching and pulling it hard. Rolled it between my fingers and he licked his lips, licked them again, slowly, his teeth biting on the underside of his lower-lip. I clawed his nipple playfully with my manicured nails. His penis twitched upward. His face changed; a hint of anger painted his eyes. He grabbed my hand, held it steady. “Mad woman, what if Qwan sees them?” He was looking in my eyes as if I were a person on some cheap, wholesale crack. I became aware of where I was; anyone could walk in on us at any minute. Lord knows I wouldn’t want that. With no smile on my face, I answered him in a hushed tone, “Don't you worry about it, umm ... Nate. Your name is Nate right?” he bobbed his head agreeing and said, “Nathan.” “OK. Don't worry Nathan, Qwan won’t find them ...” I saw a rush of relief filled him, the fright slowly disappearing from his eyes and somehow it seemed like his pupils changed, maybe it was the size of his pupils changing with his mood, growing bigger and fuller as he regained a calm in our bizarre situation. His face relaxed, about to smile. I finished my sentence, hardening my jaw as I gritted the words, “I’m going to show them to him.” His eyes slammed wide open, the formation of his smile reversed, his mouth hung, fright flying back into his eyes. He flashed my hand down with a sharp thrust, it slapped into my lap. He held it there. I wrung my hand out his grip, asked, “What’s wrong? Eehm? You intimidated by Qwan?” “N-no...No .. but .. bu-ut .. you righted?” “If mi righted?” I looked away to the bathroom mirror in front of us. “Mi want it burn him.” The bitter hurt I felt from it all last night began to swell, bubble and explode in my chest. “It’s my damn revenge.” Nathan and I snapped several very provocative photos. Despite him being fully clothed, wearing his tall sleeve white shirt, black pants and a superman blue tie, his erect penis was standing outside his zipper in some of the pictures, in some it was sticking in me, and in some I placed it in my mouth, posing for the camera. We didn’t have sex, we only posed. I still wasn’t satisfied with just the pictures. It wasn’t a big enough get back. So torn by thoughts of last night, so hurt, I had sex with Nathan right there. Nathan’s body jolted with a four hundred volt of electricity when he orgasmed, spewing his cum out of control and creaming everywhere he didn't want to. Some even caught on the tail of my white gown. We went a second round. I didn’t want to keep my panties on anymore; it was making me too hot and bothered. But if someone walked in, it would be a dead giveaway once I had my panties off. The tight elastic around the rim of the legs were squeezing me and I didn’t like the feel. He slid the crotches of my white panty to the side to get himself into my pink hole. I lifted my white gown, pushed both my thumbs down both sides of the thin elastic waist of my underwear, swiftly dragged it from underneath my long dress and it came off in a rolly twist from around my ankles as I stepped out of it, exposing my naked ass, clean skin, long legs. I tossed my panty over the shower rod. It had a blue shower curtain with pictures of yellow rubber ducky all over. Hopefully I could get back in my undies fast enough if anyone should bust in on us. My skin was a smooth color of creamy Milo as I bent over and cocked up my ass to take his Godzilla size into me, doggystyled position, my love-hole jumped, wanting his warm length between me, now. My walls seeping wet with my goo. I peeped between my legs from my arched-back. Waiting on his stiffness to be forced through my fleshy hole. He hoggishly hoisted the tail of my dress over my petite round buttocks, the tail bunched scraggly on my back. Roughing up my gown as if he forgot that today is a very special day for me, my biggest day. A feint worry about my brother’s situation slid across my mind. It’s a big decision. A difficult one. I’ll just do what Mommy encouraged me to do, we already came this far with the plan, I can’t turn back now. Can I? After so many years? I slapped my hand on to the rail of the white bath tub, fingers latched. I bent and peered at him from between my legs, my breasts bouncing from bending over. His cannon camera hung down by its black strap from his shoulder, swung awkwardly back and forth like his balls were swinging back and forth. The tiny split in the center of his fleshy pink penis-head was damp; he aimed it right at the opening of my vagina, my entire body anticipated his cock being worked into me so sweetly, so divine, parting my flesh, stroking in me. Deep. Sensually. Fucking me. He braced his hips forward, my shoulder blades squeezed itself together, I felt the tip of his swollen head pressed against my hole. It felt warm, smooth. Chills danced on the back of my neck. His entire penis jerked, it sprang up and down slightly after the jump, like an aftershock. I felt it and my hole throbbed, my spine tightened. The smooth warm head touched the tip of my private-lips, just barely touching them. My arm reached between my legs and grabbed hold of his stiffness. My small hand could not wrap completely around it, it was too thick, too fat. It felt like a ten pound giant sausage in my hand, as thick as a plaintain but black. It had a fat broad head. My body jittered. Gosh! I want to feel all of it inside me. My urges were taking over. I tried to take a grip of myself. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but .. but my body, it’s too aroused, ready, wanting, roaring. I ran my fingers down his full length, the pad of my fingertips stroked over the smooth yet sharp zig-zags that his lightning veins forked from the root and sides all the way to the tip. The straight and long main vein running smoothly up the side, like a thick rope, it made the biggest bulge of all the veins. The softness of the thin skin that wrapped his penis will let me feel the swell of the veins for sure as it rub up and down in me, but with a smooth feel, a textured feel when my juices lather it. I couldn’t wait to have this juicy cock in me, feel it in me, feel it. A feeling ran through my body. Hot, excited, wanting. So wanting. My belly jerked quietly, like an hiccup of horniness, it nudged my heart rate, my heart speeding and I could feel each beat pounding against my breasts. I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. I wiped my thumb midway his cock, side to side. God! I wanted this. My pussy clasped itself shut and then released. I shouldn’t have another contraction till couple more seconds. But I was so horny my clit jumped again in seconds, one right after the other, pulling my clit inward. I bit my lip. Squeezed the middle of his flesh. Clit jumped again. What’s happening? And again. Jumped again. I squeezed my fingers around it, at the root, close to his balls, stroking it up and down, jerking him, jerking it, jerking his big fat cock. I felt it growing even stiffer in my hand, swelling thicker, solid, heavy. It rose higher, lifting my hand, horniness ravishing through its veins. He desperately wanted to push his cock into the sweetest place on earth. Inside me. He looked down at my arched back, pushed his hip forward, wanting to fuck me, fuck me till my titties fall off. I wanted to feel him inside. I didn’t see his face, I heard his desperate moans, “Leee...Leee...” dragging his words and begging, “Let me push it inside, pleeeaase.” My slender fingers held his cock firm, squeezed it, aimed it to the center of my slit, cringed my face to feel his entry, released his kong and left it standing stiff in the air behind me for him to delve into my wetness. He penetrated me slow. The swollen head pierced its way through. I uttered a silent, ‘Ouch!’

Friday, June 14, 2013

Wilted Wings Blog Tour

Wilted WingsWilted Wings

Power, greed, and envy fill Damon and Ilisha’s world. Their hope of settling into a life of peace and family remains out of grasp. Damon is kidnapped and forced to stand trial for the death of his father while a breed of hybrids designed to destroy all angels is set loose. With no choice but to leave her earthly mother and baby behind, Ilisha struggles in a world of high politics and family feuds. She must become an ultimate warrior to save her husband and both the worlds she loves.

Purchase Wilted Wings now on Amazon.

About Shadow Stephens

Avid Cleveland Browns fan, animal lover, and paranormal addict are just a few ways to describe Shadow Stephens. Shadow grew up in Ohio and West Virginia, which gave her a fear of snakes and the ability to fix anything with duct tape. She has been writing since childhood, but wrote her first novel three years ago. She now resides in Utah with a veritable menagerie of pets and a million ideas in her head just waiting to be put on paper. When she isn't ghost hunting, Shadow can be found writing paranormal romance and urban fantasy novels. This will be her first published book, with many more to follow. Follow Shadow Stephens: Website | Facebook | Twitter Watch out Video chat with author Shadow Stephens July 17th at 7PM EST on Literary Addicts Take part in our Book Tour event on Facebook July 16 - 18 All Day Long for Amazon Gift Cards and ebooks! Follow the Tour Shadow Stephens is giving away a $50 Amazon Giftcard, open Internationally. Fill out the form below to enter! a Rafflecopter giveaway

Ripple Blog tour/Guest post


  When high-powered attorney Helen Thompson discovers that her fifteen-year old daughter has been sexually assaulted, she takes drastic measures. Finding herself in trouble, Helen must relinquish control and put her faith in a process she knows to be flawed. As a team of lawyers, therapists and women from a safe house help Helen and Phoebe find hope and healing, a sociopath lurks, waiting for his moment to strike. A lyrical, dark fairytale that will resonate with fans of women's literature and psychological thrillers, RIPPLE delves into the nature of evil, without seeking to provide final answers to the issue of what makes a human commit evil acts. And while the author takes readers to scary places, she ultimately shines a light on the human condition and celebrates the triumph of the human spirit in the face of great tribulation.

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Guest post:

First Chapter of I Run, A Novel

My name is Sally Lane Brookman. If you met me on the street, you’d probably wonder if you knew me from somewhere else, from another city or another time in your life. But unless you have lived or do live within an hour’s drive of Washington D.C., or maybe met me half a lifetime ago down in Williamsburg, Virginia, or just happened to catch a glimpse of my unruly blonde hair flowing behind me as I ran past you on some running trail somewhere in the Mid Atlantic states, my familiarity would be just a mirage, a hint, a tiny wisp of a suggestion.  You’d maybe feel wistful, as I do, for something or someone you never even met. I feel like that a lot. I’m so often stuck not quite feeling the way other people feel, and I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not. I used to hate it. But I’m 40 years old and there’s something about reaching the autumn of your years that makes you stop caring what people think about you quite so intensely.
You know the kind of person who never quite fits in wherever she goes? Who wears some invisible freak flag that everyone can sense without exactly seeing? That was me until I had one of my breakdowns and then in a moment of desperate clarity, when I was asking God if he would still love me no matter how much of a fuckup I was, I realized that everyone probably feels a little like that, at least if they’re honest about it. And that’s when I realized that even if I were a little crazy, I was no better and no worse than any other woman. There’s peace that comes with knowing that.
Being a little crazy is just one of the things someone might tell you about me. I’m a writer and a runner; a mother and a wife. There’s a bunch of stuff that’s maybe sub-optimal with me: I’m bipolar and have AD/HD, so if my thoughts seem to race or my attention wanders all over the place, just bear with me and we’ll end up wherever we were headed at some point. Some really bad things happened to me when I was a kid. Some of it’s so bad, I’ve spent most my life burying it, and then when it was time to exhume it, I felt like it was going to bury me. Getting raped as a kid will do that to you.
But I’m more than just a rape survivor. I’m many things really, and who I am depends on whatever lens you’re looking through and which voices are loudest in my head. Who you see in me depends in part on who you’re looking for. In some ways, I am everyone and no one all caught up in one big suburban, mediocre not great soccer mama mixing pot.  I look like every woman and yet no woman. I always was and probably always will be the girl next door according to my dear husband William.
I think we all want to feel special. We just don’t really want to feel too special. At least that’s always been one of my conundrums, and I have a lot of them. No matter how hard I’ve tried to stay in step with the people around me, I only seem to be able to hear and see the world when it, when I, am tuned to a certain frequency. I’m still trying to figure out the exact nature of this, my own frequency. I’m learning that God must have something to do with it, but I’m not sure. There’s a lot of things I’m not sure about. But I won’t stop trying to figure them all out, just like I won’t stop running until I’m done. I won’t stop until I get there.

That’s the first chapter of my upcoming novel, I Run: A Novel. The elevator speech version of I Run is that it’s the story of a woman who finally stops running from her past, and in the process, finds herself . . . and finds her way back to God. It’s got all the usual stuff I write about in it: addiction; abuse; overcoming all that stuff; love; marriage; lots of sex; spiritual questions asked and sometimes maybe answered;  Zander stories; musings on motherhood . . . but at it’s heart, I Run is the story of a woman who finally grew up. I’m still working on the blurb, and I really hate writing them, but what I really wanna say is that I Run is like what would happen if Holden Caulfield was reincarnated as a woman, got a lot of therapy, stopped getting into trouble all the time, fell in love, had children and got scared enough to go looking for God.
I’m crazy enough to write that on the back of a book, so I’m hoping someone talks sense to me about it. In the meantime, thank you so much for your support.

About Ex-lawyer E.L. Farris is a born-again, marathon-running married mother of three who resides in Northern Virginia. What else do you need to know about me? I talk a lot. I write a lot. I adore my husband. I adore my children. What else? Well, I run. I’ve been running since I turned 14. I started to run then and I’ve been running ever since. Whenever I stop running, I land in a lot of trouble. I ran through a childhood that could well be described as hell. I ran through major depressive episodes and often teetered one step from the edge of a breakdown. Through running, I held onto my sanity, my sobriety, my life and my belief in God. Each step I take, no matter how physically painful, draws me a shade closer into my better angels. And the steps have become painful over the years, which is how I earned the nickname Phoenix. Some mornings I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus and the truth is, I was. I survived a collision with a metro bus, and it’s fair to say that the accident messed me up. And yet I keep rising from the pyre of a burning fire and as I run I realize that as long as I hold the Holy Spirit inside me, my spirit will never die. Follow - Blog /Facebook / Twitter / YouTube / GoodReads / Literary Addicts Follow the Tour! Tour prize -
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Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Golden Apple of Discord Book Tour

The Golden Apple of Discord
Taralie Severin and her three sisters are a powerful coven of modern-day witches who banish mythical creatures in between classes and shifts at the police station. But when Taralie is kidnapped by vampires and converted into the undead, her sisters are ordered to execute her for crimes against the Milunfran order. Refusing, the sisters become fugitives from both their kind and vampires alike. Ignorant and hunted, Taralie becomes entangled with unlikely allies, a band of vampires in hiding from the ruling vamperic government. With this new addition to their coven Taralie must balance duty with desire while learning not everything is as it seems, their enemies are worse than she knows, and she could be on the verge of ending a thousand-year-old civil war.

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Lauren Hodge is the oldest of seven children and an identical twin. She has three children and lives in Richland, Washington. Not only does she dislike author biographies immensely, she plays piano decently, cello poorly, likes to cook fattening foods, and shoot anything if gun powder is involved. She has an associates degree in general science and works as a chemist/lab monkey in an environmental lab. Follow Lauren Hodge: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads   Watch the Book Trailer
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