Saturday, January 30, 2016

Divine Merit Release Blitz

Sometimes you have to stop fighting in order to win.
Title: Divine Merit 
Author: Virginia Cantrell 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release Date: January 29, 2016
Series: Divine Series, Book 1 
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
Editor: Hot Tree Editing

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

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Trained from birth to become the ruler of the Nephilim and their island sanctuary, Amira is the perfect princess, until her birthright and even her fundamental beliefs are ripped away. She’ll discover perfection and training count for nothing when faced with a ruthless enemy determined to possess her and all she holds dear.



As captain of the Royal Guard, Caeden’s priority is to protect the Royal Family. Sometimes that means protecting the naïve princess from her own desires, even if he is tempted to give in. When a betrayer strikes from within, their sanctuary and very existence are threatened. Caeden must overcome the burning pain of helplessness to defeat this enemy and restore Amira to her rightful place. He will not fail his princess again.



Do they have the fortitude and inner strength needed to regain the kingdom and save their people?

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Divine Ecstasy 
(Book 8 of The Guardians Of The Realms Series)
By
Setta Jay
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The slave of demented Gods, Sacha knew only a life of anguish and suffering until she was reborn as a Guardian of the Realms.  Gifted with immense strength and rare abilities, she has spent thousands of years battling to protect the four Realms with her Guardian family.  Time has allowed her to construct the perfect mask of calm and control so none can see the past shame and immense pain buried in the darkest recesses of her mind.  Now, an encounter with a new and powerful enemy has left Sacha the victim of a poison induced coma that all are unable to heal.  The last thing anyone imagines waking her is a God with the strength and potential to unravel her entire world.
As the most powerful of the Gods, Hades was awakened from the Creators’ enforced sleep to help the Guardians in their quest to find his heinous brother, Apollo.   After a brutal battle with an unknown Goddess leaves him in need of healing he finds himself powerfully drawn into the room of a sleeping seductress.  Her soul calls to him relentlessly, but if he surrenders himself to that connection and gives her the strength to heal, life as he knows it will end.

With their worlds unraveling and new threats at every turn will Sacha’s past destroy them?  Or will she bring a God to his knees and lead them both into Divine Ecstasy. 

Warning: Sexually explicit content, dirty language and Gods behaving badly.

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Friday, January 29, 2016

“Devious Minds (A Shelby Nichols Adventure Series #8)” By Colleen Helme Release Day Blitz


Devious Minds 
(A Shelby Nichols Adventure Series #8)
by Colleen Helme

Blurb: 

It’s been almost a year since a near-fatal gunshot wound left Shelby Nichols with the ability to read minds. In that time she’s faced one problem after another. She’s been shot at, framed for murder, and targeted by a serial killer, just to name a few. Now she’s trying to help her lawyer husband win a murder trial that will enable him to become a partner in his law firm. Sounds easy, right? But nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to Shelby Nichols.

When special agent, Blake Beauchaine, shows up to collect a debt from Shelby, things get even more complicated, and Shelby is soon on her way to Paris. A routine meeting with a rogue agent reveals a sinister plot, putting Shelby into the cross-hairs of a known terrorist. Even worse, she doesn’t speak French, so it seems her mind-reading abilities won’t help her this time.

Things go from bad to downright dangerous for Shelby, especially since her usual guardians, Uncle Joey, and his hit-man, Ramos, are back in the states. Lost and on her own in the streets of Paris, can Shelby escape the cold-blooded killer in time to stop his devious plans, or will this be the end of the line for Shelby Nichols?



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Excerpt



The first day of spring arrived,
filling me with an overwhelming sense of freedom. Even though the temperature
wasn’t real warm, it meant that winter was officially over. Even better, a ride
on the motorcycle behind Ramos was now a possibility.
I’d missed that and I’d missed
him. He’d been gone for two weeks helping Uncle Joey take care of some
out-of-town business. I wasn’t exactly sure what that entailed and... believe
me, I didn’t want to know. Jackie, Uncle Joey’s secretary and wife, told me
they were both due back in the next few days, and deep down where I didn’t want
to admit it, I could hardly wait to see them again.
That probably made me a bad
person, since I worked for Uncle Joey, and he was a mob-boss. Ramos was his
hit-man and he’d saved my life a few times. I had to admit, it was a far cry
from the first time I’d met Ramos almost a year ago, when he was thinking he
might have to kill me for the big boss.
I’d had to tell Uncle Joey my
secret that I could read minds to stop that from happening. Since then, my
skills had come in handy for Uncle Joey, and gotten me into a lot of trouble.
But he’d always been there to bail me out, both literally and figuratively.
So now I helped Uncle Joey, not
because I was forced into it, but because I wanted to. That was just twisted on
so many levels, and he wasn’t even my real uncle. But I couldn’t seem to stop,
so I did my best to keep on the right side of things.
Ramos was another part of that
story. He was one hot and swoon-worthy man any woman would fall for. I had to
keep reminding myself that I was happily married every time I laid eyes on him.
He was the quintessential bad boy and, like a decadent chocolate dessert with
whipped cream and a cherry on top, something that I might want in the worst
way, but would also be very bad for me.
If I wasn’t married with kids...
well, who knew what could happen, but I loved my husband and children, and
Ramos respected that. Even so, there were still times when my heart seemed to
have a mind of its own around him, and I’d have to rein it in or lose control,
which was not an option.
Only a handful of people knew I
could read minds, and I liked it that way. I told everyone else I had
premonitions, and that mostly worked. I also had my own consulting agency,
which included helping the police along with my own clients. Because of that, I
managed to get into even more trouble, and that wasn’t counting the mob-boss
part.
Like now.
My husband, Chris, had asked for
my help on a hard case. He was an associate partner in the prestigious law firm
of Cohen, Larsen and Pratt. This case was the single most important event of
Chris’ career, mostly because the partners were looking to replace the Cohen
part of the firm, and changing it to Larsen, Pratt and... Nichols.
This was a huge deal, and I
wondered if the fact that Chris handled all of Uncle Joey’s accounts had
something to do with it. Probably, but I wasn’t touching that with a ten foot
pole. This put a lot of pressure on me. Not as much as Chris, but still… I
didn’t want to screw it up for him.
That brought me to my problem. I
wasn’t sure I wanted to help Chris, mostly because he was defending a woman
accused of killing her husband, and ten million dollars from the life insurance
policy was in the balance. To complicate matters even more, the husband’s
company was one of Chris’ biggest clients.
If they won, Chris’ firm would get
a nice, fat share, and also keep the company as a client. But from everything
he’d told me, she sounded guilty as sin. If I listened to her thoughts, I’d know
for sure, and that would just ruin everything. It made me realize that
sometimes my ‘gift’ wasn’t so great. Not when I had to use it to get someone
off who actually deserved some jail time.
But... wasn’t that what I did for
Uncle Joey? So how was this any worse?
In fact, I’d recently made a deal
with a government agent to keep Uncle Joey out of prison. In exchange for my
help on one of his cases, he’d agreed to make any charges against Uncle Joey
disappear. When Uncle Joey found out what I’d done, he wasn’t too happy with
me. Especially since he thought I’d told Blake Beauchaine I could read minds.
Once he knew I hadn’t, and Blake
just wanted me for what he thought were my mad interrogation skills, he’d
calmed down. Still, Uncle Joey told me he could have handled anything Blake
might have thrown at him without my deal. To be honest, it kind of hurt my
feelings. Then he made me promise to involve him if Blake ever came to collect.
So now on top of everything else,
I had Blake’s phone call to look forward to, and Uncle Joey to involve after
that. It was enough to give me an ulcer.
“Shelby? We’re ready for you,”
Chris said, poking his head out of the conference room.




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About The Author


As the author of the Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, Colleen is often asked if Shelby Nichols is her alter-ego. “Definitely,” she says. “Shelby is the epitome of everything I wish I dared to be.” Known for her laugh since she was a kid, Colleen has always tried to find the humor in every situation and continues to enjoy writing about Shelby’s adventures. “I love getting Shelby into trouble… I just don’t always know how to get her out of it!” Colleen lives in the Rocky Mountains with her family. Besides writing, she loves a good book, biking, hiking, and playing board and card games with family and friends. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of the series keep her writing.




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Our story started like the

fairytales you grew up reading, but it doesn’t end like them.


I was fifteen when I realised I

was in love with Cole. He was the foster kid who wore scruffy clothes and never
had any money. He was the bad boy, the fighter. The boy who took all the
dares—and won. He was the boy that scared me but excited me at the same time.
He was the boy I shouldn’t have wanted, but, of course, he was the one I wanted
the most.


In the beginning, he was mine.

And I was his.
Cole and Evie. Evie and Cole.


But

then a lie was told. Lies break people. And broken people shatter into little
pieces of tortured pasts and fractured futures.


And

then our fairytale beginning morphed into a story of heartache and sadness,
instead of happiness and hope. A story that ended with lost love, friendship,
and a never-ending cycle of what ifs
and if onlys.


Our ending broke me. Shattered

me. Destroyed me.

When a story ends like ours did,

is it any wonder I never wanted to start a new one again?






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Prologue

Evie

Eight years ago



Scorching hot

tears streak down my freezing cold cheeks and snake into the corner of my mouth
as I walk over the sleet-covered field. When my eyes land on our tree, I suck
in a big breath and pull it deep into my lungs, hoping it’ll be enough to
suffocate the ball of dread that’s swirling around in my chest.

This used to be a

place full of happy memories…the place where I played tag with my brother and
best friend until long after the sun had set, the place where I grew from a
girl into a young woman, and the place that I ran to when I needed to escape.
It’s also where I met Cole for our first date. And where I’m standing now is
the exact spot where we shared our first kiss.

But the memories

I used to love and cherish are now tainted with anger that boils so fiercely
within me that I know I’ll never set foot in this place again after today. It’s
something else that he’s ruined for me and something else I hate him for.

I look up and

watch the branches of the oak tree bend and whine in the wind as if crying out
for me to not do this. I touch the trunk where our initials are carved into the
middle of a heart and cough out another huge sob. Cole and Evie won’t be
forever. Not now.

I tip my head

back, letting the ends of my hair tickle the bottom of my spine, and stare at
the angry clouds through the bare branches. The icy-cold rain pelts me from
every angle, soaking right through my thin coat until it settles deep into my
bones. It pours down my face and mingles with my tears as if it’s trying to
hide them for me. I want to shout out that it’s useless, that nothing can hide
my tears. I should know because I’ve been trying to hide them every single day
for the last five weeks.

I turn when I

hear footsteps. The sight of him in a suit momentarily stuns me. It’s far too
big for him and looks a little cheap, but he’s still incredibly handsome in it.
I’ve never seen him in a suit before, and I can’t get over how much it ages
him. For just a few seconds, I let myself imagine my hands pushing the jacket
over his shoulders and then unbuttoning his shirt.

“You came,” he

says in a voice that’s so familiar to me, I cling to it like a child clings to
a comfort blanket.

I shake my head

to try and dislodge the images that are whirling through my mind. I’m not
supposed to be thinking of him like that. “Yes,” I answer.

“I didn’t think

you would.” When he steps closer, I notice that he has tears falling down his
cheeks too. “How was the funeral? I wish I had been there. I wanted to
be there.”

“Don’t,” I say.

“I don’t want to talk about it with you.”

He nods, looking

sad. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, reaching his hand out for me. “The
last five weeks have felt like five years.”

I take a step

back and collide with the trunk of the tree. Hurt flashes across his face.

“I’m confused and

I’m hurting,” I blurt before he takes another step towards me. I want to tell
him the truth, but I’m scared. I’m scared he won’t understand.

“Confused about

what, Evie?”

“I love you,” I

breathe, wiping away a fresh set of tears with the back of my hand. “But now I
hate you, and I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you for what you’ve
done.” The ball of pain that’s lodged itself in the centre of my chest cracks
and starts to bleed down into my stomach, filling it was so much hurt that it
makes me feel sick. And then my heart breaks all over again as I see his bottom
lip tremble.

“No, Evie,” he

whispers. “Please don’t say that.”

“I’m so sorry,” I

sob. “I’m sorry, Cole.”

He shakes his

head, causing the damp strands to flick across his forehead. “No,” he repeats,
I’m sorry. If only—”

“That’s it,” I

interrupt. “That’s what we’d be saying for the rest of our lives, and I can’t
live like that. I won’t live like that.”

He swears and

pushes his fingers through his wet, dark hair. His skin normally looks tanned
and clear, but today it’s pale and blotchy. His light brown eyes that usually
sparkle and shine at me look dull and lifeless. He looks like crap.

“I don’t ever

want to see you again,” I whisper.

Anger flashes

across his face as he drops his hands from his head and looks down at me. “So
this is it?” he snaps. “The last three years have meant nothing to you?”

“They’ve meant

everything to me…everything.”

He takes a deep breath

and slams his fist against the trunk, just above my head. “You won’t even
visit?”

I flinch as bits

of bark tumble over my shoulders. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

he questions, raising his eyebrows at me.

“It wouldn’t be

good for us,” I say. “You must be able to see that.”

He steps

forwards, completely eradicating any distance that I’d created between us, and
cups my face in his big, warm hands before I have a chance to protest. “What I
see is a girl who is so broken she’s shattering into a thousand pieces right in
front of me. She’s so fragile that I daren’t even touch her, but I have to.
Because this is my last chance, isn’t it, Evie?”

He gently skims

his thumb across my cheek. I nod and then look away from those desperately sad
eyes of his. “Yes.”

“You know what

the worst thing about this is?” he spits.

I peel my eyes

from the ground and blink up at him through the rain. He’s always been
handsome, with a face that I could stare at every single second of every day.
But right now, when I’m on the brink of never seeing him again, I can barely
look at him. “What?”

“I want to kill

the man that did this to you,” he growls.

I want to kill

him too. “You did this,” I whisper.
“I know.”
He can’t mean… “You’re not going to—”

He shakes his

head. “No, I’m not. There are people that need to see that someone is punished.
I know that, understand it, and even respect it,” he says. “They need to see
justice has been done, and right now, I think you’re one of those people.”

I look deep into

his eyes, but I don’t answer him. How could I? I’m supposed to love him, no
matter what. But he’s right; I need to see him suffer for what he’s done.

I deserve it,” he says. “But nothing

they do will compare to how much it’s going to fucking hurt to let you go. I’m
going to let you go because you deserve better than me. You deserve a life, and
more than anything, you deserve to be happy.”

Before I can say

or do anything, Cole buries his hands into my hair and crushes his lips against
mine. They’re soft and considerably warmer than my lips, and they’re a mixture
of everything I love about him and everything I hate.

He places the

palm of his hand against my back and then slides it down to the bottom of my
spine. He pulls, forcing me to press against him where I fit like we’re two
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and I wonder if anyone else will ever come close to
making me feel so whole.

He tears his

mouth away and then presses his cheek against mine. I feel him shuddering as
the sobs vibrate through his whole body. “I’ll always love you,” he whispers
into my ear. “It’ll only ever be you, Evie. Please don’t ever forget that.” And
then he pushes away from me, turns around, and walks across the grass until he
reaches the waiting car. Without looking back, he opens the rear door and
climbs in.


The pain in my chest explodes and my knees

buckle as I watch the car disappear around the corner. I crumple to the cold
ground, curl into a ball, and let the rain soak me as I scream out his name
over and over again.








Beckie's real name is Rebecca,
but she get’s called (and answers to) any of the following…Beckie, Bek, Becca,
Rebecca, Pip, Pippy or Stevo.


Beckie is the author of 'Sorrow
Woods,' the 'Existing' series and 'Noah and Me.'

She is due to publish more YA
and NA novels in 2015/16.


She lives in Staffordshire,
England, with her partner and two children.

Beckie likes putting music on in
the house and dancing around like a mad woman.


When she isn’t playing with her
children, doing housework, dancing around the house like a mad woman, walking,
cycling reading or writing, then she can be found working in an investment
bank. Or sleeping.




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