Spotlight Tour & Giveaway - Holly Madison by Jen Khan

I'm Holly. I wear pencil skirts, heels, and never have a hair out of place. Well, that was until I met Tristan Holt. Now, my hair is always a freakin' wreck, whether it's due to being on the back of his motorcycle, or because he's pullin it. He's a dominant one. Either way, he's changed me, helped me to step outside of my comfort zone.

He's also a player, bad boy type who runs his own MMA gym on the outskirts of Tryon. His very own fight club, if you will. I wonder if there are rules there like in the movie. It's probably not that cool.

The man infuriates me, sets my blood to boil. I let him worm his way into my thoughts and my heart like a stupid, stupid little girl. Even worse? I can tell he is falling for me. That is, until he finds out about my secret.

Now, in my defense, I didn't even know it was as bad as it is until all of the horrifying pieces are put together.

My father continues to ruin my life one effing blow after another from the comfort of his very own jail cell. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you that he murdered a woman, did I? Well, watch how that blows up in my face.

***Warning*** This book is intended for adults 18 years and older. Descriptive sexual content and language.***

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Before I knew it, I found myself pinned to the wall holding my breath, covering my mouth so that I didn’t scream at the top of my lungs.

Asshole.

The leggy blonde who I will now refer to as Giggles, because she giggled incessantly was well…giggling. Tristan was moaning. How the hell could he go from me last night to that in there tonight?

I heard the sound of a zipper followed by a male hiss and a female giggle/gasp. I thought I was going to be sick. My eyes roamed the hall leading to the office taking in the clothing that was discarded throughout. Then her lacy bra went sailing through the air in what seemed to be slow motion, like in one of those Bruce Willis action flicks, landing poetically at my feet.

My mouth watered and I could feel the bile slowly trudging up my throat. I needed to get the hell out of there and fast.

I squeezed my eyes and covered my ears when she giggled.

Again.

It was time to make my escape. I tilted my head back, opened my eyes looking to the heavens for guidance and thought, “God are you there? It’s me, Holly.” Nothing. “No?”

Of course not.

“Leave your message after the beep” was more like the response I was used to.

I skirted by the office unnoticed only to be captured by Giggles’ lacy bra that had tangled itself firmly around my ankle and held on for dear life. I lifted my leg doing a one legged hop trying to shake it off but the damn thing wouldn’t give up. It had me in a death grip. I reached down, grabbed the bra, peeled it from my ankle and slung it behind me as I ran out the back door.

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Jen Khan is that very unassuming gal at first sight due to her quiet nature, but look out when she lets you into her world. Buckle up and get ready for an adventure. You will find her at a party, or just out and about with friends sitting in the corner taking a minute to assess her surroundings and the people in it before she dives in with her quick witt, charm and slinging her endless supply of sarcasm. She's a mom, aunt, teacher, dancing puppet to little people, chauffer, walking ATM, and master of all things domestic. She loves her son, family, friends, wine, giggling, singing out of tune and dancing like a fool. She has a zest for life that rubs off on everyone in her presence.

Jen has always been an aspiring writer/author. She woke up one morning realizing that it was time to make it happen. She is a teacher by trade which allowed her to put her skills to use. You will find adventure, suspense and always romance in her books.

Jen lives in Northern Virginia with her son. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her going out for a run, on her treadmill or with her beloved Kindle in hand.

 

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Book Blitz - Seduce Me by Ryan Michele

Casey Alexander grew up part of the Ravage Motorcycle family since the day she was abandoned by her mother and thrown into her father’s lap. Always seeing herself as an outsider, she spent her whole life trying to fit in, but never really succeeding. When she loses her beloved father, the utter aloneness engulfs her, leaving her searching for solace in the one man she’s always craved. Confessing her love for him only results in devastation when he pushes her away. Convinced she needs a fresh start, she leaves everything behind in order to mend her broken heart and begin building a future without him. 

Gage Thomas (G.T.) Gavelson fell in love with his Angel when he was just a pint sized kid. Both beautiful and smart, he always felt she deserved so much better than him. Growing up beside her in the club only continued to test his will power, until one night, he gave into temptation. Realizing he couldn’t allow himself to hold her back from the life she deserved, he pushed her away, allowing her to believe she would never be enough for him. Letting her go had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Even though he’d thought it’d been the right thing to do, not a day goes by that misery doesn’t consume him for it.

When a tragic shootout occurs, everything changes as once again their lives are intermingled. When you find your way back to the one person you are meant to be with, forgiveness should be easy. But sometimes, we hurt each other too much to ever be able to forgive.

Is their love strong enough to heal their pain?

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Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then Wanting You, Ravage Me currently Seduce Me. 

When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun. 

Come find me and tell me what ya thought of my books! Find me at Instagram: author_ryan_michele and Email me at ryanmicheleauthor@gmail.com

    

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Release Blitz & Giveaway -Taste Test by L.B. Dunbar

In a modern twist of fairy tales,

what if the beast is a woman instead of a man?

Ethan Scott

I was about to find out when a mysterious job led to the secluded home of a horror novelist. I’d lost everything: my scholarship, my education, and my way. In denial of my family inheritance, I took the unusual employment as a chance out of a hole, but I found myself buried in the unknown trauma of another situation much deeper. 

Ella Vincentia

I had changed my name and my address to keep myself hidden, but my scars were more than physical. Living as a recluse in the woods, I was used to being alone, so I wasn’t happy when a certain someone was always in my space. Our first encounter was less than pleasant and tension continued at every attempt to tame me. 

Secrets

I knew she was keeping secrets and I wanted to help, but she was cutting me down and cutting me off every time she opened her mouth. Our frustration with one another grew until a misunderstanding changed everything. How can I be the next guy after something so tragic? It was a challenge I wasn’t sure I was willing to take.

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I looked directly at her. The blue cloak matched her angered eyes and for a moment I thought I saw something else in them. In her bent over position, she looked down at me and I shivered with excitement thinking she was reaching for me, until she leaned forward further and tried to tip the boat.

“Get out.”

“Are you…” I stopped. I was going to say crazy, insane, cuckoo.

“Say it,” she snapped.

“I wasn’t going to say it,” I lied.

“Yes, you were,” and she reached for the underside of the boat, but could only touch the side, pushing on it.

I still had a hold on the edge of the dock and I let the boat float away a little as if her push had an effect, before I pulled it back.

I knew I was taunting her more.

“I. Said. Get. Out,” and she reached forward again at the same time I pushed the boat away from the dock. Ella lost her momentum and lunged toward me with a look of shear panic. I caught her around the waist as I let go of the dock, but the force of her coming at me pushed us both to the right and we hit the icy cold lake. It was a short drop, and despite the shock of the water, I wrapped one hand around Ella’s head to protect her from hitting the shallow bottom. I slammed my shoulder into the pebbly lake bottom, landing on a rock as I twisted to buffer her fall. I struggled to hold Ella and free my legs that now balanced above me in the kayak.

Once me legs were free, I easily kicked the soft bottom of the lake and righted myself, still clutching Ella around the waist and head. The cold water had been a shock, but the cool air above the surface was additional pins and needles. I sucked in a breath, clenching Ella to me. I heard her gasp for air as she shoved me hard in the chest like she had the day before behind the couch.

“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled.

“Trying to protect you.”

“Well, I don’t need protecting.”

“You almost drowned us,” I returned her growing anger.

“Us? You almost drowned me. Holding me under the water,” she shouted back at me. She had pushed back from me but now stepped awkwardly closer again in the knee-deep water.

“And you ruined my cloak.” Ella looked down at the soggy material and pulled some of it up. The hood fell back when we’d returned to the surface, and her hair fell in heavy waves around her shoulders. The water glistened off it, making it a darker mixture of fall-leaf tones. I held in the moan trying to escape and clenched my hands into fists at my side. I wanted to shake her madly then kiss her passionately.

“You almost drowned me by thinking you could push me out of that boat.”

“Well, you weren’t getting out.”

“What are you? Two? Cut the spoiled bitch act.” Ella gasped in shock as I shook my head and ran both hands through my hair. I didn’t want to get mad at her.

“Funny. Yesterday you said I was beautiful. Today I’m a bitch,” she retorted.

I took two steps toward the dock in my water sodden clothes before I turned to face her again.

“You are beautiful,” I started loudly, angrily, “if you’d just keep your damn mouth shut,” I added in a whisper and finally pushed myself upward onto the dock. She continued to stare at me as I crouched on the wooden platform and offered her my hand.

“Come here,” I said in an unknowingly seductive voice.

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped back, resigned as she walked toward the dock, dragging the soaking wet, heavy material behind her. I stood.

“I get it. You don’t want my help. You don’t want my protection. You don’t want my food,” I spit. “What you need is a good spanking,”…

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I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created. 

I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

 

 

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