Release Day Blitz - Drift by Steph Campbell and Liz Reinhardt

Drift

Steph Campbell

&

Liz Reinhardt

There’s no way Lydia--oldest and most responsible of the tight-knit Rodriguez clan--is going to let her nosy family find out about the uncharacteristic work screw-up that landed her a paid suspension. To keep busy and avoid panic, she enrolls in a life enrichment class. The first guest speaker is a handsome artist with a wicked smile and eyes that melt right through her.

Even the “ice princess” can’t help but feel an immediate spark that lights her blood on fire.

Isaac Ortiz is unquestionably the sexiest man Lydia has ever met. The talented son of a famous Spanish artist, he’s constantly moving from one new glamorous city to another, working if and when the muse visits him.

He also has a stare that makes Lydia’s heart race and hands that look more than capable of making her scream with pleasure. She shouldn’t be attracted to this free-spirit who makes all his own rules--but she is.

There’s just one hiccup....Isaac is nineteen.


Lydia has lived her entire life firmly inside the box, and being with a younger man is definitely outside the safe confines she enjoys.

So why can’t she stay away from him? And why is she seriously considering his proposition to take off to a place she’s never been...just because?

When Lydia is invited back to work with a cleared name, she should be overjoyed.

But the reality is, Lydia doesn’t know what anchors her life anymore...or if she wants to be anchored at all. Should she travel the world with Isaac? Or continue down the road that she’s worked long and hard to pave for herself? Choosing one means losing the other, and Lydia isn’t sure if she’s ready to drift with the current that’s pulling her by the heart.

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Drift by Steph Campbell and Liz Reinhardt

About the Authors:

Steph Campbell grew up in Southern California, but now calls the Northeast home. She has one husband, four children and a serious nail polish obsession. She's repped by Kevan Lyon at Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

Steph's works include Delicate, Grounding Quinn and Beautiful Things Never Last; My Heart for Yours and My Fate for Yours (with Jolene Perry); A Toast to the Good Times (with Liz Reinhardt) and the bestselling new adult LENGTHS series with Liz Reinhardt: Lengths, Depths, Limits and coming soon: Ties & Riptides.

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Liz Reinhardt was born and raised in the idyllic beauty of northwest NJ. A move to the subtropics of coastal Georgia with her daughter and husband left her with a newly realized taste for the beach and a bloated sunscreen budget. Right alongside these new loves is her old, steadfast affection and longing for bagels and the fast-talking foul mouths of her youth.

She loves Raisinettes, even if they aren't really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter's incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.

She is the author of the Brenna Blixen series (Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch), the Youngblood series (Fall Guy, Perfectly Unmatched), and co-writes with the awesome Steph Campbell in the Lengths series (Lengths, Depths, Limits, Ties, Riptides).

Blog: http://elizabethreinhardt.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lizreinhardtauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lizreinhardt 

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Release Day Blitz - Drift by Steph Campbell and Liz Reinhardt

Drift

Steph Campbell

&

Liz Reinhardt

There’s no way Lydia--oldest and most responsible of the tight-knit Rodriguez clan--is going to let her nosy family find out about the uncharacteristic work screw-up that landed her a paid suspension. To keep busy and avoid panic, she enrolls in a life enrichment class. The first guest speaker is a handsome artist with a wicked smile and eyes that melt right through her.

Even the “ice princess” can’t help but feel an immediate spark that lights her blood on fire.

Isaac Ortiz is unquestionably the sexiest man Lydia has ever met. The talented son of a famous Spanish artist, he’s constantly moving from one new glamorous city to another, working if and when the muse visits him.

He also has a stare that makes Lydia’s heart race and hands that look more than capable of making her scream with pleasure. She shouldn’t be attracted to this free-spirit who makes all his own rules--but she is.

There’s just one hiccup....Isaac is nineteen.

Release Day Blitz - Crash Into Me by Tracy Wolff

Crash Into Me

Tracy Wolff

Jamison Matthews has lusted after Ryder Montgomery since she was a preteen. But now that Ryder and her brother's band, Shaken Dirty, has made it huge, she's just one of many pining for the brooding lead singer. Too bad Ryder still sees her as a little sister. Not that it matters. Her brother would never allow it, and the last thing Jamison wants is to be another notch on a rock star's bed post. Even if it's Ryder's.

Ryder doesn't deserve happiness. After his fame destroyed his last girlfriend, he swore he'd never fall in love again. So when Jamison, the girl he's been in danger of loving for years, joins the band on the road, he'll do anything to deny the sparks between them--even after one hot night together. But Jamison is determined to show Ryder that he's worthy of love--her love--and that she's all grown up and ready to play.

Omg, this book sounds so good!!  And that cover?  Fughetaboutit!!  That is some serious frickin hotness going on, right?  Check out the excerpt, and tell me what you think - is it going on your TBR?

Excerpt CRASH INTO ME-

            Onstage, the band launched into “Awake,” one of the power ballads that had made them famous. The crowd screamed their approval and so did she. Totally not her typical modus operandi, but she couldn’t help it. Something about listening to Ryder croon the darkly haunting lyrics had her knees trembling and her heart beating much too quickly. If she closed her eyes, she could do what all the other women in the audience were doing and pretend that he was singing straight to her.

            So much better than remembering he’d written these heartfelt words for another woman. For Carrie, who had killed herself and broken his heart so many years before. Her own heart ached at the thought. For him. Always for him. At twenty-nine, Ryder had already been through more darkness and despair than any one person should have to handle.

            “Awake” finally came to a close, the last note hanging in the air for long, tension-fueled seconds. Then the band fell silent and the audience did the same, as if they were all holding their breaths. Ryder lowered his guitar, shuffled, and stamped his feet once, twice. It was a familiar gesture, one years of experience had taught her was his way of shaking off excess emotion. Again her heart twisted. It devastated her that more than ten years after the fact he was still eaten up by what had happened. Still determined to bury it under a bunch of layers that not only insulated him from his pain but also hid the real Ryder so deep inside the public Ryder that she wondered sometimes if he even existed anymore. Or if the boy who had held her while she cried, who had let her whisper her pre-adolescent fears without ever making fun of her, had disappeared forever.

            She searched for him in that one endless moment.

            Looked for him in the obsidian eyes that arrowed to the heart of the crowd even as they barricaded his own emotions.

            Combed through her own memories and expectations in an effort to see Ryder as he really was instead of how he portrayed himself.

            And when his eyes—his crazy, beautiful eyes—met hers, she found him. Seconds passed, long, intense seconds where she lost the ability to hear or breathe or even think. All she could do was look into Ryder’s eyes, at the feral heat boiling up and out of them, and want.

            She smiled at him, waved. He snarled back. But it wasn’t a leave-me-alone snarl. No, definitely not. It was his I-want-to-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall snarl—she knew it well, had seen it directed at a lot of women through the years—and her knees gave way when she realized that this time, finally, it was directed at her. It didn’t matter that there was no sign of recognition in his eyes, no knowledge that the woman he was looking at like that was actually her. Jamison. For one moment, he wanted her the way she’d always wanted him.

            It was more than enough.

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Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget where—and sometimes who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she’d found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from contemporary to paranormal to erotic suspense.

And for all of those who want the unedited version:
Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local college students and spends as much time as she can manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the mother of three young sons who spend most of their time trying to make her as crazy as possible.

Release Day Blitz - Crash Into Me by Tracy Wolff

Crash Into Me

Tracy Wolff

Jamison Matthews has lusted after Ryder Montgomery since she was a preteen. But now that Ryder and her brother's band, Shaken Dirty, has made it huge, she's just one of many pining for the brooding lead singer. Too bad Ryder still sees her as a little sister. Not that it matters. Her brother would never allow it, and the last thing Jamison wants is to be another notch on a rock star's bed post. Even if it's Ryder's.

Ryder doesn't deserve happiness. After his fame destroyed his last girlfriend, he swore he'd never fall in love again. So when Jamison, the girl he's been in danger of loving for years, joins the band on the road, he'll do anything to deny the sparks between them--even after one hot night together. But Jamison is determined to show Ryder that he's worthy of love--her love--and that she's all grown up and ready to play.

Omg, this book sounds so good!!  And that cover?  Fughetaboutit!!  That is some serious frickin hotness going on, right?  Check out the excerpt, and tell me what you think - is it going on your TBR?

Release Day Blitz/Giveaway: Only In Her Dreams by Christina McKnight

Only In Her Dreams (The Oneiroi #1)

by Christina McKnight

When Lucessa Sarcona awakes from a recurring dream, she has no idea her life is about to be turned upside down. A stranger, familiar to her dreams, shows up in the flesh, and Lucessa knows she’s either crazy or experiencing something not of this world.

A war ensues between three demigod brothers. One, trained to rule Erebos, is violently replaced. One forced to return to his homeland and lead the dream-gods of the Oneiroi. And one is charged with the impossible task of protecting Lucessa. How is she linked to the Oneiroi? Why do two brothers seek to keep her hidden and protected? And how does another plan to use her against the two demigods who love her?

Will Lucessa’s dream man have the courage to claim her as his own or will he bow to the command of another, forsaking the one he loves?

Only in Her Dreams is a modern spin on a Greek legend--the new direction of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance, moving from angels, demons, vampires, and witches and toward the realm of demigods.

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EXCERPT

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Chapter 24 Lucessa traversed the hallways that’d become so familiar to her over the last several years. Nurses waved to her in greeting.

“Hello, Marie,” Lucessa said, entering her mother’s sterile room.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

“I’m Lucessa.”

“What a familiar name, I think I once knew someone named Lucessa.”

She held back the tears as her mother spoke her name. Ironically, this was the place she could find normalcy as she sat with the woman who cared for her for so many years and was so familiar. Most days immense sadness filled her. A sadness so complete her heart felt ripped in two, but today she experienced only comfort--and stability.

“How’s your day going?” she asked her mother.

“Just lots of resting.” Her mother’s eyes never left the window. “The weather is dreadfully hot outside. I’ve changed my clothes three times.” Her eyebrows rose and fell, her hands did the same. Her mother always did exaggerate her feelings.

Lucessa wasn’t surprised Marie didn’t know the season. In fact, she refused to leave the main rooms of the home. Lucessa had originally selected this facility because of the extensive gardens around the building, but her mother didn’t venture out to enjoy what she once held dear.

Finally her mother turned from the window and focused her eyes on her daughter’s. How can she not see our resemblance? A spark of recognition passed across her face, but was quickly replaced with a welcoming smile. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

Lucessa was prepared for this, but it still caused her gut to turn and a heaviness to settle on her heart. “Lucessa.”

“What a familiar name, I think I once knew someone named Lucessa.”

Greg hadn’t understood why she put herself through this hurt every time she visited. He never understood the love she had for her mother and the responsibility she felt to take care of her.

“I need to talk to you.” It was unlikely Marie would remember once Lucessa left, but her mother was a good listener and sometimes gave excellent advice.

“I do hope I can help, dear,” Marie reached for Lucessa’s hand. “Please sit.” Lucessa took her usual seat next to her mother’s rocking chair.

“My problem has to do with two men.” It was awkward at first, always having to bring her mother up to speed. “I have two men in my life. I’ve known both for a very long time.”

“Men are a hassle. You can’t live with them and you can’t bury them in the back yard. That is just not good for the flowers.” Her mother’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Most people mistook Marie for a nurse at the home when she was responsive. Her hair was still a rich brown and her skin was wrinkle free. “Do you love both of these men?”

“It isn’t like that, M--” Lucessa caught herself before she called her mom. The doctor said that when she visits it’s important she didn’t upset or confuse Marie.

This could cause harm to both her mother and the staff. “One is my husband and the other is a man I’ve known for over twenty years. They’re both staying with me, but there’s a lot of tension. Almost like they feel threatened by each other.” Lucessa studied her mom knowing she’d have no reaction. She wouldn’t have remembered Greg’s death.

“Tell me about them, dear.” Marie shifted her position on the chair to face Lucessa. “Well, Greg, my husband left for Uganda over a year ago and he died of malaria two months after he got there. He was shipped back to me in a box and it was too painful for me to verify that it was indeed him in the casket.” She sighed. “Then he shows up on my doorstep last night, beaten and bruised with no explanation of where he’s been for the last year.”

“You’re not happy to see him?” Her mother was a very perceptive person.

“That’s the problem. I should be overjoyed to have him back.” A part of her hated using her mother as a sounding board—a way to get her own thoughts straight.

“But you don’t feel that way, and that troubles you.”

“Exactly, I think it has something to do with the arrival of Maxim.” She paused, looking to see if she’d confused her mother yet. “That is the man I’ve known for over twenty years.”

“I figured this,” Marie huffed. “He must be a very handsome man.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you blush every time you mention him.”

Wow, a mother will always know her child’s heart of hearts.

Lucessa pushed ahead, choosing to ignore her mother’s last comment. “Maxim thinks Greg will hurt me again. He’s very protective of me.” This was an understatement. His only responsibility was to protect her.

“He sounds like a very special man. These types of men don’t come along very often. I once had a man, Guy, he was the same as your Maxim, very protective of me and our daughter, Lucessa.”

Lucessa saw the wheels turning in her mother’s head, connecting her name and her daughter’s name. Lucessa prayed for these moments every time she walked into the nursing home. But the light of recognition faded as quickly as it appeared. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

Author Bio: Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.
 In college, Christina took many courses to help develop and enhance her writing skills. She completed a seventy-page dissertation on the need for community policing in American society. Now, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance. Her debut Urban Fantasy novel, Only in Her Dreams, will be released on September 1, 2012.
 
Christina lives in Northern California with her husband, daughter, two boxers, two cats, and a Beta fish named Marmaduke.  If she’s not behind a computer screen or book, she’s busy leading her daughter’s Girl Scout troop. She is very active in several writing groups and a local book group. 

Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/CMcKnightWriter

blog: www.christina-mcknight.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15734380-only-in-her-dreams

 Giveaway: Open Internationally to people 18+, Giveaway ends 10-3-12.  Winner has 48 hours to respond to winning notification or a new winner will be chosen.

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Release Day Blitz/Giveaway: Only In Her Dreams by Christina McKnight

Only In Her Dreams (The Oneiroi #1)

by Christina McKnight

When Lucessa Sarcona awakes from a recurring dream, she has no idea her life is about to be turned upside down. A stranger, familiar to her dreams, shows up in the flesh, and Lucessa knows she’s either crazy or experiencing something not of this world.

A war ensues between three demigod brothers. One, trained to rule Erebos, is violently replaced. One forced to return to his homeland and lead the dream-gods of the Oneiroi. And one is charged with the impossible task of protecting Lucessa. How is she linked to the Oneiroi? Why do two brothers seek to keep her hidden and protected? And how does another plan to use her against the two demigods who love her?

Will Lucessa’s dream man have the courage to claim her as his own or will he bow to the command of another, forsaking the one he loves?

Only in Her Dreams is a modern spin on a Greek legend--the new direction of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance, moving from angels, demons, vampires, and witches and toward the realm of demigods.

**********

EXCERPT

**********

Chapter 24 Lucessa traversed the hallways that’d become so familiar to her over the last several years. Nurses waved to her in greeting.

“Hello, Marie,” Lucessa said, entering her mother’s sterile room.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

“I’m Lucessa.”

“What a familiar name, I think I once knew someone named Lucessa.”

She held back the tears as her mother spoke her name. Ironically, this was the place she could find normalcy as she sat with the woman who cared for her for so many years and was so familiar. Most days immense sadness filled her. A sadness so complete her heart felt ripped in two, but today she experienced only comfort--and stability.

“How’s your day going?” she asked her mother.

“Just lots of resting.” Her mother’s eyes never left the window. “The weather is dreadfully hot outside. I’ve changed my clothes three times.” Her eyebrows rose and fell, her hands did the same. Her mother always did exaggerate her feelings.

Lucessa wasn’t surprised Marie didn’t know the season. In fact, she refused to leave the main rooms of the home. Lucessa had originally selected this facility because of the extensive gardens around the building, but her mother didn’t venture out to enjoy what she once held dear.

Finally her mother turned from the window and focused her eyes on her daughter’s. How can she not see our resemblance? A spark of recognition passed across her face, but was quickly replaced with a welcoming smile. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

Lucessa was prepared for this, but it still caused her gut to turn and a heaviness to settle on her heart. “Lucessa.”

“What a familiar name, I think I once knew someone named Lucessa.”

Greg hadn’t understood why she put herself through this hurt every time she visited. He never understood the love she had for her mother and the responsibility she felt to take care of her.

“I need to talk to you.” It was unlikely Marie would remember once Lucessa left, but her mother was a good listener and sometimes gave excellent advice.

“I do hope I can help, dear,” Marie reached for Lucessa’s hand. “Please sit.” Lucessa took her usual seat next to her mother’s rocking chair.

“My problem has to do with two men.” It was awkward at first, always having to bring her mother up to speed. “I have two men in my life. I’ve known both for a very long time.”

“Men are a hassle. You can’t live with them and you can’t bury them in the back yard. That is just not good for the flowers.” Her mother’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Most people mistook Marie for a nurse at the home when she was responsive. Her hair was still a rich brown and her skin was wrinkle free. “Do you love both of these men?”

“It isn’t like that, M--” Lucessa caught herself before she called her mom. The doctor said that when she visits it’s important she didn’t upset or confuse Marie.

This could cause harm to both her mother and the staff. “One is my husband and the other is a man I’ve known for over twenty years. They’re both staying with me, but there’s a lot of tension. Almost like they feel threatened by each other.” Lucessa studied her mom knowing she’d have no reaction. She wouldn’t have remembered Greg’s death.

“Tell me about them, dear.” Marie shifted her position on the chair to face Lucessa. “Well, Greg, my husband left for Uganda over a year ago and he died of malaria two months after he got there. He was shipped back to me in a box and it was too painful for me to verify that it was indeed him in the casket.” She sighed. “Then he shows up on my doorstep last night, beaten and bruised with no explanation of where he’s been for the last year.”

“You’re not happy to see him?” Her mother was a very perceptive person.

“That’s the problem. I should be overjoyed to have him back.” A part of her hated using her mother as a sounding board—a way to get her own thoughts straight.

“But you don’t feel that way, and that troubles you.”

“Exactly, I think it has something to do with the arrival of Maxim.” She paused, looking to see if she’d confused her mother yet. “That is the man I’ve known for over twenty years.”

“I figured this,” Marie huffed. “He must be a very handsome man.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you blush every time you mention him.”

Wow, a mother will always know her child’s heart of hearts.

Lucessa pushed ahead, choosing to ignore her mother’s last comment. “Maxim thinks Greg will hurt me again. He’s very protective of me.” This was an understatement. His only responsibility was to protect her.

“He sounds like a very special man. These types of men don’t come along very often. I once had a man, Guy, he was the same as your Maxim, very protective of me and our daughter, Lucessa.”

Lucessa saw the wheels turning in her mother’s head, connecting her name and her daughter’s name. Lucessa prayed for these moments every time she walked into the nursing home. But the light of recognition faded as quickly as it appeared. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. What’s your name?”

Author Bio: Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.
 In college, Christina took many courses to help develop and enhance her writing skills. She completed a seventy-page dissertation on the need for community policing in American society. Now, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance. Her debut Urban Fantasy novel, Only in Her Dreams, will be released on September 1, 2012.
 
Christina lives in Northern California with her husband, daughter, two boxers, two cats, and a Beta fish named Marmaduke.  If she’s not behind a computer screen or book, she’s busy leading her daughter’s Girl Scout troop. She is very active in several writing groups and a local book group. 

Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/CMcKnightWriter

blog: www.christina-mcknight.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15734380-only-in-her-dreams

 Giveaway: Open Internationally to people 18+, Giveaway ends 10-3-12.  Winner has 48 hours to respond to winning notification or a new winner will be chosen.

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