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Monday, January 30, 2017

Cover Reveal: Perfect Tenn by Heather Dahlgren

 PERFECT TENN by Heather Dahlgren

#RomCom #ComingSoon #PerfectTenn


What can I say about my life?

I teach four-year old’s, my friends are few and far between, and my parents’ sex talk would make a Playboy Bunny blush. Dating, well I think my drawer of toys can answer that, just ask my mother. I live with my best friend who I can’t survive without – Oh did I forget to mention he is sexy as f*ck.

Tennyson, my best friend, decides he will figure out my love life. My hero, not really. His idea of helping me out is setting me up with loser after loser while he bangs every skank in the city. However, with a little persistence from him, much unwanted advice from my mom and pushing from my friends, I give date after shitty date a try.

Thing is, something holds me back. Something I can’t exactly put my finger on. I solicit Tenn’s help to fix the potential problem. Bad Idea. It won’t be easy, it will be fun, but shit I hope it’s worth it.

I’m Regan Banks and my life is about to change, big time.

Releasing February 14th

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Release Blitz: A Flaw so Beautiul by Alora Kate


A Flaw so Beautiful
Release Day Blitz
Title: A Flaw so Beautiful
Author: Alora Kate
Genre: Contemporary New Adult

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Lincoln: Catching sight of my neighbor’s ass in the hallway the day I moved in more than piqued my interest. It's not just the body that has my attention. She's mysterious, hiding behind sunglasses that cover most of her face. I ask her name and try to get her to talk on the rare occasions I see her in the hallway, but every time she ignores me and turns away. I need to know more about this woman, I can't get her out of my head. Do I keep trying? Do I keep asking her name?

Ashton: I’m barely holding on. I’m always on the edge, even after all these years. I live every day the same and I can’t change who I am no matter how much I try. My new neighbor won't give up asking my name and trying to make conversation with me. If he knew me he wouldn't keep trying. I'm a lost cause.



I sucked in a breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“A little dramatic don’t you think, Ashton.” She stood up and smoothed out her clothes.
Suzanne was tall, skinny, and blonde and sometimes she wore glasses. Other than that, I don’t pay attention to people or the unique details they all have. They all blend into categories, and I can’t see past that. They are short or tall, fat or skinny, and the only other thing I notice is usually their hair color. And I guess glasses. Sometimes those stick out to me.
My world is boring.
Dull and lifeless.   
Sometimes the beating of my heart is the only thing that reminds me that I'm alive.
“I’m scared, Suzanne.”
I’m always so fucking scared.
“Anxiety can do that to you.”


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About The Author:

Alora Kate is a multi-genre author who likes to be bold and original; stepping outside of the box and bringing her readers fresh characters from all parts of life. She’s a mother, college student, photographer, and graphic designer. She resides in northern MN with her son, where she plans to stay for a long time despite the cold winters. 

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Monday, January 09, 2017

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's been going on for more than a few years now, and honestly, I'm just tired of being tired.

I'm tired when I wake up. I'm tired when I go to bed. I can't catch a break. I find myself falling asleep at 7pm, 8pm, 9pm. I find myself waking up at 5am, 6am, 7am. I'm supposed to stay away from coffee and tea, and caffeine pretty much - so what do I really have to give me energy? Energy drinks make me puke. Gulp water and pop a b12? Is that the best you can do?

I'm a 30 year old woman who feels like she is in a 60 year old woman's body. I have a terrible back, my whole body hurts when all i do is sit all day, and I swear I'm getting Alzheimer's in my knees and joints. My right heel has been sore for over a week now too.

I want to feel like I did when I was 19. Run on a few hours of sleep, feel invincible, like I can do anything. What happened to that girl? I've been wanting to get into an exercising routine, but it's difficult when I'm exhausted 24/7. You know something that also happens when I'm exhausted? I tend to binge-snack to stay awake. This is a big no-no and a big factor into why I gained 40 lbs back in the past year.

It's funny because when I was 215 lbs, all I did was wish I was 150 lbs. When I was finally 150 lbs, I wasn't happy at all. I had the worst body dysmorphia of my life. I really felt the heaviest when I was in actuality, the smallest I'd been in a very long time. Now I'm 190 lbs, and desperately wanting to go back to 150. I can't get it together.

The thing is, I don't want to be grandma status right now. I want to be a regular 30-year old woman with endless energy. I just don't know if I am ever going to get her back again.

Saturday, January 07, 2017

Sneak Peek of A Twisted Web by Kira Adams

You ever get the feeling someone’s watching you?
You don’t know how to act, what to do.
It’s like they can see and feel everything.
Feel his eyes on me.
-Thien-nga Palmer

“Great session today,” Jon, my trainer shouts from across the parking lot.

“Thanks,” I reply, waving back at him. “See you Thursday.” I turn my back to him and continue heading to my own vehicle.

Just as I hit the unlock button on my keychain, I see something out of the corner of my eye. Before I know it I’m being lifted off the ground. I fight back, kicking, punching, trying anything to free myself of the tight grasp, but nothing works. “Help! Help me!” I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. “Jon!”

Jon is probably long gone by now and my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I feel my keys being ripped from my hands; I’ve never been this frantic before. “Please!” I plead, screaming and struggling as the perpetrator roughly manhandles me into my own small trunk and locks me in.

I’m lucky I’m so short, otherwise it might be a whole other story altogether. I hear my driver’s side door open and shut, and the engine turn on. I’m shaking from fear and having trouble breathing, but then I remember that I have my phone. Hurriedly, I maneuver my hand into my back pocket and pull it out. The light illuminates my small trunk, and I swipe to unlock the screen.

I know in the back of my mind that I should be calling 911, but when I feel the car stall, I quickly press a button to call the first number in my call log.

“Hello?” My father answers on the second ring.

“Daddy!” I scream and cry hysterically at the same time, relief flooding my system.  “Daddy! Help me!” I’m so worked up, I know I’m probably not making a lot of sense. I just know I need him.

“Pumpkin?” he asks. “Is that you?”

I feel the car begin to move again and I know every second that passes is crucial.

“Daddy!” I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. I know I’m running out of time, but what if this is the last time I will hear his voice?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” My father asks worriedly when I continue crying without any explanation.

“Dad, someone has me! Help, please! He’s driving my car, I’m…” I trail off as I feel the car screech to a halt. Shit. Shit Shit. “Oh my God! He’s coming. Daddy!” I cry out semi-coherently as I’m scrambling to hide the phone. I know better than to disconnect, so I shove it under my body as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, my trunk flies open and a guy wearing a black ski mask is staring back at me.

“Where is it?” he asks, extending his hand out.

I shake my head, terrified. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He pulls a gun out from behind his back and cocks it. “You wanna rethink that answer?”

I gasp when he points it at me, squeezing my eyes closed. “Please,” I whisper.

“Alright, you want to do it this way? Fine, we’ll do it your way. If I get to three and you don’t hand over the phone, then I’m putting a bullet in that pretty little skull of yours. Understand?”

I know I’m all out of moves. Either I give up the phone, my one and only shot at survival, or I die now. Excuse me if I’m not overly ecstatic about either option.