Cover Reveal ~ Tasting, Finding, Keeping: The Story of Never by C.M. Stunich
TITLE: Tasting, Finding, Keeping: The Story of Never
AUTHOR: C.M. Stunich
SERIES: Never say Never (includes the whole series)
GENRE: New Adult
RELEASE DAY: October 13th, 2014
OTHER: This is an omnibus edition with all three of the books from the original trilogy included as well as never-before-read short stories from Ty McCabe’s POV as well as Never Ross’s. The follow-up series, Never too Late, can be read after for more stories from the same characters. “Never Can Tell” is the first in that series.
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“Sometimes, the only way to go forward is to take a few, careful steps back.”
Never Ross is a broken soul who doesn’t need to be fixed. There’s a monster inside of her, eating little bits of her everyday, and she can’t seem to stop it. It makes her do things she doesn’t want to do, say things she doesn’t want to say.
She’s used to dating guys like Ty McCabe; he’s one of the dangerous ones, the ones with pasts that burn like fire and melt everything around them. But there’s something different about this soul with a sad smile and arms covered in butterfly tattoos, something that tantalizes Never’s shattered spirit.
When Ty and Never form a tentative, almost reluctant, friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it’s like to live in the light, they’ll have to face the skeletons in their closets, fight back the blackness and see if two tortured souls desperate for a healing touch can connect into something beautiful.
Broken doesn’t always mean destroyed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Always a fan of the indie scene and ‘sticking it to the man,’ Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend’s offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich’s books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.
C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.
Cover Reveal ~ The Morbid & Sultry Tales of Genevieve Clare by J.B. Hartnett
Title: The Morbid and Sultry Tales of Genevieve Clare
Author: J. B. Hartnett
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: October 30, 2014
Cover Design: LM Creations
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My name is Genevieve Clare, professional mourner, destined to spend my days donning a black suit and throwing myself on top of caskets for money. Sometimes I mixed it up and threw myself on top of a willing warm body instead. Finding the right warm body though, that was a different story.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie is a Southern California native, a fan of a really good story (preferably romance with a happily ever after), really good pie (preferably pumpkin) and copious amounts of coffee (preferably Folgers).
She has always enjoyed writing and at one time thought she could be a singer songwriter…the ‘writer’ part is the one that stuck.
Julie is obsessed with pi…the equation(and the food). She’s allergic to cats and cantaloupe and hates mushrooms…so if you ever want to give her a gift, those are out for sure. She currently lives with her own romance hero husband and two boys in Melbourne, Australia.
Re-Release Blitz & Excerpt~ LORDS OF SIN: REDEMPTION by Angel Payne
Title: Lords of Sin: Redemption
Author: Angel Payne [writing as Anne Cartier]
Publication: October 1, 2014
[This title is a reissue of a 2006 release.]
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A damned dream…
He watches her every night, rehearsing alone in his theater, her beauty aglow in the gaslights. With every hour that passes, Marcus Stafford is more entranced with the passionate Gabriela Rozina, and the dream she refuses to give up. His obsession is dangerous and he knows it. She can never know who—or what—he is, and why he can never step nearer than the shadows.
But her heartbreak is his undoing. Sorrow is a currency he’s traded in for two hundred years.
A breathtaking stranger…
Gabriela is moved by the stranger with the silver eyes who emerges from the darkness yet brings brilliant light to her world. Soon, she wants something more from Marcus than his mentorship with her acting. She begs for his touch, his body and his heart—but more than anything, to share his dark secret by giving him her blood.
A doomed love?
As the night draws near of Gabriela’s most vital performance ever, she is in danger of never making it to the stage—unless Marcus fulfills her wish and shares his life force with her. But in the doing, he risks everything, including both their souls.
Had she expected something else?
He’s not there.
It was the same inner demon that delighted in tugging at her insecurities before auditions…and long ago, had heckled her each visitor’s day at the orphanage.
A voice she fought now with shaking fists.
The heckler persisted.
He told you to go away once. He meant it. You didn’t listen. He’s not there.
She secured her stance tighter. Blast it, she knew what she felt, despite the dark theatre answering her desperate gaze. Freezing fingers of sensation claimed her skin more boldly than they’d dared this morning. Her heartbeat pounded like a triple timpani with each passing second into the night. Worst of all, she couldn’t shed this breath-catching awareness…this super real sensation that he still watched her, followed her, haunted her.
She moved to the edge of the stage. Stopped when her toes jutted out into the dark—and tried not to liken the view to the unreadable abyss of her senses.
“Coward!” she accused into the chasm. “Backing down from the challenge, now that I’ve figured out a little more than I should? Hiding in your precious shadows, Sir High and Mighty Theatre Owner? Enjoying the drama of the hopeless actress, going slowly insane?”
As she backed off the edge, she shook her head in slow-burning fury. “I hope you like tonight’s repertoire, Marcus. It’s the last you’ll get. I don’t play to ghosts.” She pivoted toward the wings. “Or thieves.”
As she marched across the stage, she refused to let the dry heat behind her eyes liquidate. She refused to let her shoulders sag or her step falter. She’d give in to her humiliation only after escaping those all-seeing silver eyes.
Wherever the bloody hell they were.
Two steps from the stage left wings, she gasped and skidded to a halt. Two black-clad, black-booted legs stepped into her path. Her journal and reticule hit the floorboards between those boots with a forceful thwack. They were tossed there from a long-fingered hand.
Gabriela’s stare connected that hand to an arm, the arm to an endlessly broad shoulder, encased in billowy black silk. Her sights continued up the cords of a taut neck, to the spiritual intensity of Marcus’s face.
If it were possible, the otherworldly force of him radiated even more potent impact tonight. He looked hewn of dark gold granite under the gas lights, his hair swept around his high forehead like onyx turned to velvet.
But most of all, he looked furious.
He glared at the purse and the journal, then back to her. “I am not a thief.”
Gaby didn’t pick up the items. Not yet. She nudged one foot forward, her reticule on one side, his boot on the other.
She raised her stare, issuing the same challenge to his eyes. “You took them without my permission. You stole them.”
“I borrowed them.”
“Borrowed?” She sliced out an incredulous laugh. “Oh, this is a new way to play the scene.”
“You mean to tell me you decided to borrow my reticule—”
“Planning a big evening out and didn’t have one of your own?”
“And my journal. That’s the worst of it, Marcus. Did you stop to think what you took from me—the record of my deepest thoughts and feelings? Did you consider asking before you violated my privacy, my life?”
For a long moment, he issued no reply. But with the slightest motion, he’d pressed his boot against her foot—beckoning her sights up to his again. She cursed the thousand butterflies in her belly that lifted wing along with her gaze.
“If I asked…where would your answer have lie?”
Gaby compressed her lips, letting silence stretch again.
“I rest my case.” He dropped his gaze. But not before Gabriela glimpsed a flash of silver light beneath his dark lashes—his surrender to a moment of such intense pain, his eyes looked as if they really did glow…
She shook her head. This was no time for such hallucinations. Blast it, he’d wronged her, not the other way around. She snatched her pity back from him, recognizing it for the dangerous emotion it was. But she held on to the anger.
“Well?” She locked her arms across her chest.
Marcus didn’t look up. “Well what?”
She slid her foot away from his. Suddenly, her voice didn’t come so strongly. “Well…did you read it?”
He considered her question for what felt like hours. Finally, he looked up again. Slowly leaned toward her, appearing like a great beast used to watching every step for fear it would crush something.
Damn him for saying it with such meaning, for looking penitent yet proud as he did. Again, as if he’d experienced every fear and feeling, every triumph and sorrow she’d expressed on those pages.
“That will not procure you an apology.” He towered closer. So mesmerizing. A fine wine in human form, dominating her senses, whether she liked it or not. “I am not sorry I did it.”
“Yes.” She snorted. “I know.”
“Your words are beautiful.”
“I memorized them.”
“You think that’s going to redeem you?”
“Sweeting, nothing can redeem me.”
The night held its breath around them.
Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.
A bit about me…
I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances–the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed–though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.
These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.
Cover Reveal ~ FALLING FOR IT by R.D. Cole
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That word holds so many meanings.
To be pulled down by gravity.
To drop to a lower position.
To experience defeat or ruin.
To pass into a particular state, condition, or situation.
Regardless, falling of any kind was against the rules. To my parents, falling meant failing. Failing is okay for anyone but me, Courtney Rivers, their only child with the brains to follow in my dad’s footsteps.
Just not the heart.
I’ve never wanted to be what was expected of me. I just wanted to be me. The girl who loves loud music, comic books, and Hans Solo. So I left Courtney in New Jersey with the high life I was never meant for and became Cory Rivers. The secret heiress who is anything but prim, and instead of following the rules, I make my own.
Sex, sticks, and quick money are all I’ve ever needed in life. Everyone knows the ‘L’ word doesn’t exist for me, Ryan Phillips, the playboy of Mobile, Alabama. It is a thing. A word. It is just that… an IT. That changes at some point, because one day, I realize that IT isn’t just a thing. For the first time in my life I need more.
I need her.
She’s stubborn, talented, and sexy, and the only person that believes in me. She makes me see that, when I do something, I put everything into it: sex, drums, even love. But I can also fuck up. Falling flat on my face with no one to count on, I have to depend on myself to win her back.
Show her that she’s worth falling for.
That IT’s worth falling for.
“Falling is exactly what you need in life.
But what happens when you fail the one you fall for?”
R.D. Cole is a lively person with a determination to make it in life. Once her mind gets set on an idea she pursues it with passion. As long as she has God and her family she feels she can conquer everyday. Besides reading and writing she loves to sing, dance, and go mudding on her Souped-up Can Am. Her hubby is 9 years younger but he seems more mature than her at times and they level one another out. She has a beautiful daughter named Bethani who is a miracle and a fighter. She’s the only known living survivor of Matthew Woods Syndrome and when no one thought she’d live R.D. said “yes she will.” R.D. takes nothing for granted when it comes to life. “Everything can be ripped from your fingers before they can grasp it. So if you want something in life, do it. Go for it.”
That same mindset has helped R.D. write small pieces of her life mixed in to fictional settings and characters that will capture your heart.
“Read on. Dream on. Write on.” -R.D. Cole
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