Friday, March 31, 2017

The NON Adventures Of Alice by Ava Manello ~ RELEASE BLITZ ~

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Book: The Non Adventures Of Alice The Erotic Author
Author: Ava Manello
Genre: Erotic Romance

Synopsis

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There's a bit of Alice in all of us. She's just an ordinary girl, trying to get through each day, and encountering a few humorous pitfalls along the way.

Alice is an erotic author with a vivid imagination, which she puts to good use for her readers.

Follow Alice as she goes from hot fantasy to crashing back to earth when her flights of imagination evaporate into a disappointing reality.

From everyday encounters at the gym or tattoo shop, to a rendezvous via a dating site.

You just know the reality is never going to match up for poor Alice.


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Early Feedback

I urge you to take Alice's journey with her. You won't be disappointed, you'll root for her, laugh with her and keep your fingers, toes and anything else you can crossed that her fantasies eventually match her reality. ~ Goodreads Review

With laugh out loud moments and times when you can completely empathise with Alice, any reader will instantly fill a link with her. A really enjoyable read. ~Goodreads Review

The book is entertaining to say the least. If you are looking for a quick, funny enjoyable read this book is it. ~ Goodreads Review

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About The Author

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Ava is a passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author who loves nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading. She will always be a reader first and foremost.

She loves erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and loves promoting the heck out of it for her favourite authors.

As Ava says: “I took a chance and followed a dream when I wrote my first book. It was scary, challenging and hard work, but above all it was worth it.”

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Damnable Grace by Tillie Cole ~ EXCERPT REVEAL ~














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EVEN THE BROKEN, THROUGH LOVE, CAN FIND GRACE...

Secrets never stay hidden.

The burden of guilt never lifts from the heart.

Born and raised in The Order of David, Sister Phebe knows nothing but cult life. Head of the Sacred Sisters of New Zion, Phebe was groomed from childhood for one purpose: to seduce. Prized as a harlot, as a New Zion whore, Phebe is taken from the doomed cult by Meister, the notorious leader of the Aryan Brotherhood. Taken as his possession. Taken to be the woman who will obey his every sexual demand. Under his heavy hand, Phebe finds herself in a place much worse than she could ever have imagined... with absolutely no one to help. And no glimpse of hope.

Xavier ‘AK’ Deyes is content with his life as Sergeant-At-Arms of the Hades Hangmen. Leader of the infamous ‘Psycho Trio’ and ex-special ops sniper, AK knows how to fight. Experienced in warfare and schooled in military operations, AK is vital to the Hangmen. When his Vice President needs help retrieving his missing sister-in-law, Phebe, from a Klan-funded trafficking ring, AK volunteers to go in. AK remembers the redhead from New Zion. Remembers everything about her from the single time they met—her red hair, blue eyes and freckled face. But when he finds her, heavily drugged and under Meister’s control, her sorry condition causes him to remember more than the beautiful woman he once tied to a tree. Saving Phebe forces hidden demons from his past to return. A past he can never move on from, no matter how hard he tries.

As AK fights to help Phebe, and in turn she strives to help him, they realize their secret sins will never leave them alone. Kindred broken souls, they realize the only way they can be rid of their ghosts is to face them together and try to find peace.

Despair soon turns to hope, and damaged hearts soon start to heal. But when their deep, painful scars resurface, becoming too much to bear, the time comes when they must make a heavy choice: stay forever damned; or together, find grace.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for age 18 and over.
















“Well?” Ky asked.
Tanner ran his hand over his head. The brother hadn’t attended one of our cookouts or slutfests in weeks. Not that he ever entertained himself with sluts—still too hard for his piece of pussy down in Mexico. He’d been busy trying to track down Meister. Unlike most of the white-power shit Tanner and Tank grew up with, this Meister was untraceable and off the grid. As much of a computer whizz kid as Tanner was, Meister was proving to be one slippery fucking snake to pin down.
“Gotta be honest, I didn’t think I was anywhere close to finding anything on this prick.” Tanner nodded toward Tank. “We knew of him, of course. I knew he had dealings with my father and uncle, just never met him myself. He’s Aryan Brotherhood, but works closely with the Klan. And there’s nothing on him. No email traces, no invoices, no texts. Nothing.”
I gritted my teeth and glanced at Styx, who was listening closely. Ky wasn’t originally gonna tell the prez about the plan to get Phebe, because of his fucking wedding, but that didn’t last long. Styx knew something was up with his VP. He read him like I read Flame and Vike. So Ky fessed up, and Styx was all for the plan. He’d had to push his wedding back by a month anyhow to get the pastor Mae wanted to conduct the ceremony, so he had time to kill.
“But you found something?” Ky translated as Styx signed.
Tanner sighed, the black circles around his eyes showing how hard the brother had been working. “I got something.” He shook his head, and my blood ran cold. I knew whatever he had found wasn’t good.
Tanner opened the file in front of him and threw a photograph toward the prez. Styx looked at it, then gave it to Ky. “Some middle-of-nowhere ghost town?”
Ky passed the picture around. Vike handed it to me, and I studied it. It was an aerial shot, and the picture was grainy, but from what I could make out, it was just a huge piece of land scattered with decrepit old buildings.
I passed the picture along. “Fucker owns this?”
Tanner faced me. “Yeah, or at least his father did. He’s dead now, but the deeds are still in his father’s name. Been in the family for decades. Took me a while to trace it.” He shook his head. “Meister is notorious among the Klan. Right, Tank?”
“Yeah,” Tank agreed. “Never met him either, but we’d all heard of him. Prick has been mobilizing for years for the race war they think is coming. Real serious, Oklahoma-City-bomb shit. From what we’ve heard, the guy has a one-track mind when it comes to advancing the white race. You think Hitler was fucked up? Well, imagine if he had a kid who was one built motherfucker, with a fucking carbon copy of his psycho mind; and you’ve got Meister. Fucker ain’t even German. Just wishes he was, spouting German phrases around like he’s born and bred Berlin. Delusional asshole.”
“This ain’t gonna be easy,” Tanner finished, looking at me, Vike, Flame, Hush and Cowboy. It was the five of us who had agreed to go looking for Phebe. Hush and Cowboy nodded at me to let me know they were still in.
“So he’s in this ghost town?” Ky asked, translating Styx’s sign language again. “If so, we’ll all just go in and get him, make the fucker talk and tell us where he’s got Phebe.”
Tanner sat forward. “He ain’t just living in the ghost town or hiding out. That’s where he has his enterprise.”
“Enterprise?” Ky echoed. It was his own question this time.
Tanner nodded. “From what I can tell, it’s a fucking brothel. Members of the Aryan Brotherhood, Klan, or Klan sympathizers, can go there for a night or a few days at a time.” Tank shifted uncomfortably next to him. “Ain’t sure, but I’m thinking it ain’t just getting your dick sucked and fucked. It’ll be real fucked-up shit. If Meister’s reputation is anything to go by, we would be walking into an organized, armed hellhole.” Tanner’s eyes darkened. “I get the Klan has a reputation for being full of backward rednecks. I ain’t gonna lie—growing up, most of my father’s cronies were that way. Thick as fuck and couldn’t do shit without screwing it up. Skinheads, lower-ranked soldiers, you know?”
“But there were some members that weren’t,” Tank continued. He cast an embarrassed glance at Tanner. “We weren’t, for starters.”
Tanner nodded. “It’s not the norm, but some of us were good. Smart, strong fighters, or just outright fucking psychos. The skinheads and rednecks are the foot soldiers. The likes of us, the likes of Meister, are the fucking SS. The planners, leaders, the generals—the ones who believe in the cause so much that they’re fucking lethal with what they’ll do, what they’re capable of. Meister is true Aryan Brotherhood; he’s preparing for war. He’s the real fucking deal.”
“And now he’s in our neck of the woods to stir up shit?” I asked.
Tanner nodded. “Comes from northern Texas. Never moved our way before. But the Klan are building day by day, joining forces with other white supremacist gangs—like the Brotherhood—and with the shit that’s on the news twenty-four-seven, blacks and whites at each others throats, he’s moved to the headquarters.” The brother’s jaw clenched. “To my father and uncle, who’ll be protecting him from being found out by the feds.” He sighed and ran his hand down his face. “From what I can figure out, this ghost-town brothel of his has only existed in the last year or so. He’s looking to fund something.”
“They ain’t dealing guns?” Cowboy drawled. “I thought that’s what Rider said the contract with the cult was for?”
“Rider was sure it was guns. At least it was when he was dealing with the Klan—it was all about arms. The Klan was selling them on and taking a cut.”
“His fucking twin,” Hush spat. “He changed the arrangement, didn’t he? When Rider was locked up in cult prison?”
“Think so,” Tanner said after a few seconds of silence.
“Then what the fuck are they dealing? What was Judah giving them if not Israeli guns?”
“Women.”








Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.


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Stalemate by Lisa Suzanne ~ RELEASE BLITZ ~



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Emme Ford loves her job as a bar promoter. She runs in the same circles as musicians and socialites, getting paid to party with them. She’s content with life just the way it is, and she has no interest in marriage, kids, or growing up. But what happens when the party’s over?

Axel Jones wants to marry Emme, but she denied his proposal. They both pretend it didn’t affect their relationship, but it did. A wedge divides them, and now they’re stuck in a stalemate. What do you do when one person wants more and the other doesn’t?


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“I just wanted to come here to talk.” He finally looks up at me and tugs on his hair again before running a hand over his beard. “I’m frustrated, Emme.”
“I know you are,” I say softly. “But I’ve made it clear what I need.”
“Yes, you have, but what about what I need?”
He’s right, and I know that. He’s got needs that are different from mine, and his aren’t being met in this relationship.
I don’t answer, because I don’t actually have an answer for that.
“We’re stuck, Ems. We’re at an impasse. A stalemate. What do you do when only one person wants more?”
“You wait.” My voice comes out with more vehemence than I intend, and I suppose that’s maybe the first real sign of emotion Axel’s heard from me in a while.
“What if I don’t want to wait?”
I glance away from him, because something deep in my heart knew where this was leading. “Then we have some decisions to make, I guess.” I say it softly because it’s not what I want. I don’t want to end things with Axel.
“I think we do.” His voice is quiet, too.


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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. She’s a part-time college instructor and former high school English teacher. When she's not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.  


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Bed Of Lies by Niquel ~ COVER REVEAL ~ GIVEAWAY ~

Title: Bed of Lies
Series: Bed of Lies Vol 1
Author: Niquel
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Stand alone
Release Date: April 14, 2017
PreOrder: $0.99 
I used to be naïve.
I used to think monsters didn’t exist.
I used to think I was safe, untouchable, and free from harm. 
Boy was I wrong...
My name is Whitney, and I used to think my old life was mediocre and boring. I thought I was missing out on something exciting. Now that Linc has shown me how dark and twisted life can be, I’d go back in a heartbeat...
This is book 1 in an upcoming 3 book dark erotic standalone series! 

We went outside and I sat on the patio stairs, staring out at the ocean. I wasn’t able to comprehend everything that had just transpired. My whole life had turned into one giant mess. I had thought I was happy back in Massachusetts. I had a man who loved me, a brother who loved me, a mom who loved me in her own unique way, and a future. Now? I had no idea what to look forward to. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it there much longer. I didn’t think I’d be able to see a future there, but now that everything had been taken away from me, I didn’t know what to do.

“Rebel, I know this may be a lot to take in, but I would never betray you the way he did. Whatever you thought you had with him was a lie. Stay with me and I’ll give you the bright future you deserve. You can work, or stay home and breed my children. I don’t normally do that for my pets, but you mean a lot to me.”
It was awkward seeing such a gentler side to the beast. What he offered was not what I truly wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck there as someone’s breeding machine. I wanted to be free and love someone who truly loved me, not captured me and blinded me with torture and love, conflicting every thought inside of me and making me question my own sanity.
“I need to think.”
“Take your time,” he said, placing a kiss on my lips before he turned on his heels and walked back into the house. I continued to look out into the ocean; the sky wasn’t as bright as the first day I was out there. It was dull and gloomy, matching the way I felt on the inside.

Linc was furious to find out someone had infiltrated his home while he was away on business. He was even more pissed off to find out Rebel had run off again, but he didn’t believe she’d done it on her own this time. He saw the way she looked at him; it was different, with more love in her eyes. The will to leave was slowly dissipating. He knew his wife must have had a hand in it somehow, and he was going to beat the answer out of her.
Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.
When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. 
Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.
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