Tour Stop: Unsettled by Alisa Mullen


Title: Unsettled

Author: Alisa Mullen

Re-Release Date: August 20th

Blog Tour: August 31st-September 4th


Lizzie O’Malley, a twenty three year old free spirited young woman, is on the run to find her purpose in life. In the summer of 2000, she returns home to Boston, Massachusetts to begin a life that she can be proud of. On her first night out on the town with a friend, tragedy strikes and she finds herself the cause of emotional wreckage. Instead of dealing, she concentrates on the man she met that first night.

Teagan Gallagher, a twenty two year old college student fromIreland, spends the summer of 2000 in Boston, Massachusetts, working towards his degree and partying his way through the city. One night he finds a beautiful American girl that he is desperate to spend the summer with.

Together, Teagan and Lizzie learn the ins and outs of an unconventional relationship. It isn’t until their relationship is in so deep that it becomes impossible for one or the other to run away.


Author Bio:

Alisa Mullen is the author of the Best Selling Saga, The Chosen Series and the Best Selling psychological suspense novel, Plastic Confidence. She is also the author of Following the Sun,77 Steps, One Missing Link,The Business Trip, and many other short stories and novellas. She sometimes goes by Kaycee Veil.

Growing up in Down East Maine, Mullen received a BA from TexasA&M University and a MS from Our Lady of Lake University in San Antonio, Texas. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, making necklaces, and spending time with her family.

Mullen lives in South Texas with her loving husband and their two children.



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Cover Reveal: Role of Fate Series by Tamra Lassiter


Deciding Fate
by Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #1
Publication Date: October 7, 2015
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Fate isn’t a decision that we get to make.

Hunter Simms has overcome many hardships to get to where he is. He lost his parents as a teen and stepped up to take responsibility of raising his younger brother and sister. Hunter’s overcome every obstacle in his life except for one—Kate Richardson. Hunter’s loved Kate since the second grade, but one poor choice made years ago, has made him the person that she hates the most.

Kate decided years ago that Hunter has no place in her life. A desperate call for help from her brother threatens to change Kate’s life forever. Can Kate rust Hunter to help, and will she trust fate to decide her future?

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Blinding Fate
Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #2
Publication Date: November 4, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance


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Fate can blindside you in an instant.

In one blinding moment Meg Johnson went from successful chef to woman running for her life. No friends. No relationships. Don’t even leave the house if you don’t have to. Meg has stayed under the radar because she abides by these rules—mostly. When her elderly landlord and only friend in town is missing, she has no choice but to break yet another rule and answer the questions of the policeman who comes to her door.

Tyler McMann’s life changed forever because of one secret. He knows as soon as he sets foot on Meg’s front porch that she has secrets of her own. He can’t allow himself to become involved with a woman who’s clearly hiding something, but he can’t deny the attraction between them either. Can he learn to trust Meg, and can he trust fate to lead him down the path he’s meant to travel?

Creating Fate
by Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #3
Publication Date: December 2, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance


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We can’t create our own fate.

Justin Simms joined the Army to distance himself from his family and the painful secret he’s hiding from them. When he has to travel home for his brother’s wedding, he worries they’ll find out he’s not as happy as he pretends to be.

Justin notices Annie immediately. She’s smart, beautiful, and recently out of a relationship—all the traits he looks for in a woman. She’s also wholesome and openly looking for Mr. Right—two things that scare the crap out of him. Yet, spending time with Annie makes him happy. He doesn’t have to pretend.

Annie’s a strong, intelligent woman who is successful in every way except for one. Her first sexual encounter with her teenage boyfriend was a disaster and has haunted her ever since. Annie just knows that if she finds true love, her insecurities will fade away. She isn’t ashamed to admit she’s looking for love. Her parents have had a happy marriage, so why should she settle for anything less? When Annie meets Justin, she thinks he might be the one she’s looking for. Will Justin realize that meeting Annie really was fate and deal with his past before it’s too late?

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I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here and I love every minute of it!

Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books and I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short and who needs all that strife to bring us down?

Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!

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Cover Reveal: Free Spirit by Jennifer Wells


Free Spirit
by Jennifer Wells
New Orleans Magick Series #2
Publication Date: October 26, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Fiction, Humor, Mystery, Paranormal

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Wild child Rachel is having a week so terrible, not even a pitcher of margaritas will help. When her evil boss shows up on her doorstep with a sob story, her request to stay a few nights turns into a whole lot more. She can’t even escape into some of her favorite haunts in the Quarter since she seems to have garnered the unwanted attention of some rabid readers. When her ghost-hunting assignment goes unexpectedly awry, Rachel unknowing releases a vengeful spirit.

Enduring a wicked houseguest and hiding from an over-enthusiastic fan all while trying to put a spirit back in her grave where she belongs is more challenging than sobriety during Mardi Gras. Can she and her family work some magick to put things right in the Crescent City or has Rachel bit off more veggie muffuletta than she can chew?

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Magic Charm
by Jennifer Wells
New Orleans Magick Series #1
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Fiction, Humor, Mystery, Paranormal

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Janie Adler likes her quiet, orderly life reviewing books for a small New Orleans newspaper exactly the way it is. So what if Duke Hot Pants, the hero of her favorite romance novel, is the only man in her life? She has a Pulitzer Prize to chase. That is until her quirky twin sister Rachel moves in, bringing boyfriend drama, a smelly ferret, and irrational belief in all things magickal along with her.

Persuaded by a local voodoo priestess-and maybe one margarita too many-the twins cast spells to improve their love lives. Loser-magnet Rachel focuses on avoiding the wrong men and Janie seeks her romance novel ideal. While plenty of eligible bachelors flood into their lives, Janie only has eyes for her coworker who lives in the apartment downstairs and works in the cube next to her.

But the twins soon discover the incantations’ many unintended-and dangerous-consequences. The increasing number of mishaps and misfortune putting the sisters in grave peril seems more like the work of a curse. Can Janie and Rachel’s “twintuition” save them from the menace stalking them?

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Jennifer has been writing since she was in middle school. When she discovered romance novels in junior high, she knew she wanted to write them someday. Her writing remained a hobby while she studied biology and forensic DNA science. She worked as a molecular biologist and published cancer research before finally leaving the lab and taking up her laptop full time.

She currently lives in Northern Virginia with John, her husband of seventeen years. John is a professional tarot card reader and astrologer. John and Jen have two children who happen to be cats: Morgana Madison and Luna. MoMo is a possessive Scottish Fold who loves to knead Jen’s hair. Luna is the baby, an affectionate Scottish Fold who thinks her name is “Cute.”

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Release Blitz: Fates Divided by Jules Barnard


Fates Divided
by Jules Barnard
Halven Rising #1
Publication Date: August 31, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance

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Elena Rosales has busted her ass to get into a good college. She’s the only one in her family ever to attend, and expectations are high. No pressure. But Elena’s got this one in the bag, because she’s as dependable as the molecules she studies, as reliable as the chemical reactions that comfort her in their predictability. Until they don’t.

Elena has always wondered why her mother abandoned her on her first birthday. It’s not until she turns eighteen and her chemistry experiments go berserk that she learns the truth: Her mother wasn’t human, and the Fae are willing to harm those Elena loves if she doesn’t use her power over the elements to cure them of a deadly disease.

Derek, Elena’s brooding neighbor, isn’t the friendliest guy, but he has access to an off-hours lab and is willing to help Elena create the antivirus. He has his own secrets to keep, and this business Elena is mixed up in could blow his cover. But when Elena and Derek get together, more than chemicals spark fire-and they soon discover just how complicated attraction can get when they find themselves on the other side of the portal, fighting for survival. Lives collide, and allegiance and love are tested, in Fates Divided.




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Before turning to storytelling, Jules earned a master’s degree in public health and spent many an hour running statistical analysis–until she realized her favorite part of the job was writing reports. She decided to cut out the math and add in some hot guys, and so began her career as a novelist.

Jules is a Northern California native living on the coast with her husband and two children. She has no impulse control around cupcakes and credits herself with the ability to read while running on the treadmill or burning dinner.

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Tour Spotlight: Instruction by L.M. Pruitt

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L.M. Pruitt

Publisher: SP Press
Publication Date: August 18, 2015
Genre: Erotica

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Taylor Allerton’s speakeasy is one of the hottest nightclubs in Manhattan. Young, rich, and beautiful, she can have any man she wants–and usually does.

Namir Adeem just became the youngest partner at one of the most prestigious accounting firms in Manhattan. His determination to bring honor to his family leaves no time for any relationship.

When Taylor discovers just how sheltered Namir is, she takes it upon herself to give him the education he deserves.

Some things can’t be taught in school…

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I rolled over, fumbling in the dark for my phone. Next to me, someone mumbled in their sleep before snorting out a yawn. Tamping down my annoyance—both at my bedmate and the fact I couldn’t remember who the fuck they were—I grabbed my cell on the third ring. “What?”

“Taylor Anne, is that any way to talk to your absolute most favorite person ever?”

The hangover kicked in without any warning and I winced, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. “What do you want, Kennedy?”

“Well, if you’re going to keep talking to me like I’m some chore, I’m going to want an apology.” Her sniff was full of indignation and hurt feelings and I smiled against my will. “You said to make sure you were awake in time for lunch with your parents. Since I’m almost certain you’re going to need an hour long shower to scrub off the smell of the bridge-and-tunnel crawler, you’re going to want to get out of bed now.”

“Careful, Ken—your elitist tendencies are showing.”

“I don’t think it’s elitist to prefer to engage in bedroom activities with individuals who can correctly pronounce sauvignon blanc.”

My wince this time had nothing to do with the pounding in my head and everything to do with the memory rising up through my mental haze. “Oh, God. I’d forgotten about that. Why did you let me get in a Towncar with him?”

“First, you didn’t take a Towncar—you took an Uber.” She paused for a moment and when she spoke again, her voice was full of wicked amusement. “Second, by the time I realized who your Prince Charming for the evening was, you’d already been spirited off in your pumpkin.”

“I’m going to remember this the next time you get wasted on Tequila Tuesday.” I sat up and sighed, raking a hand through my tangled hair and examining the ends. Thank God I had an appointment with Maurice after lunch. The slightly grown-out highlights and lowlights were bad enough. Adding split ends to my hair sins was too much for words. “Thanks for the wakeup call. Am I seeing you tonight or no?”

“Right now, I’d say no—I’m so hungover I can barely drink this Bloody Mary—but who knows what’ll happen once I get some food and some sleep.” She made an exaggerated kissing sound before laughing. “Have fun with the ‘rents, Tay.”

I hung up without answering, tossing my phone back on the nightstand. Looking over my shoulder, I studied the snoring man, sprawled out so wide he was taking up almost half of the king-sized bed. Huffing out a breath, I reached over and shook him. “Hey.”

Frowning, I shook him harder. “Hey. I got things to do. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”

He let out a long, high-pitched, whistling fart before sighing and snuggling in to the pillow.

I stared at him, horrified beyond words, until the stench reached my nostrils. Then there were words—plenty of them, in a few languages, and every last one of them guaranteed to earn me a look of disapproval from my parents. Waving my hand in front of my face, I scrambled off the far side of the bed, gagging as I backed toward the bathroom.

Julia could deal with the loser from Brooklyn.

I’d give her a raise.

When he passed gas again, I stumbled in to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

A big raise.


“You’re late, darling.”

“Traffic.” I exchanged the requisite air kiss with my mother, somehow managing to not hit myself in the face with her enormous sun hat. Even though we were sitting underneath the awning and she had no doubt slathered herself in sunscreen from head to toe, Babette Allerton wouldn’t be caught dead during the daylight hours without a protective hat. As she was fond of saying, fighting back time was a full-time job. “Where’s Daddy?”

“Oh, he saw one of his friends from the club and so he abandoned me to talk about golf and cigars and God knows what else.” She rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. The pale blue sundress matched her eyes perfectly, just as the white belt matched her hat. “As if I don’t hear enough about golf at home.”

“Mother, you love golf.” I settled myself in my seat, adjusting my oversized sunglasses before shrugging out of my lightweight sweater and draping it over the back of my chair. When my mother sighed, I closed my eyes for all of two seconds and prayed for strength. “What, Mother?”

“Darling, you know you look beautiful in everything you wear–.”

“Thank you.”

“—but this is Cookshop.” She leaned toward me and lowered her voice, her inflection implying a level of reverence most people would have associated with a church and not one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. “And you are wearing jeans and a tank top.”

“With Louboutin heels and a bag from Hermes.” Mimicking her posture, I fake whispered, “And the underwear is by La Perla.”

“I see you’ve already started the portion of breakfast where sartorial choices are criticized.” My father dropped a kiss on my head before taking his own seat, unbuttoning his coat and straightening his tie. He looked me up and down before pursing his lips. “That yellow does make you look a little washed out.”

“That’s probably more the hangover than the color.”

“Ah, yes, I should have remembered.” Even though it was doubtful Andrew Allerton had ever forgotten a single thing in his life, he still went through the motions of snapping his fingers and looking apologetic. Smoothing down his still full and dark hair, he winked at me. “Which of your little friends got engaged this time?”

“I’m sure Marilyn would be heartbroken to hear you still refer to her as one of my ‘little friends’.”

“I still can’t believe Marilyn Worthington managed to land Joseph Rothschild.” Mother took a sip of her mimosa and shuddered. “I still can’t believe her parents named her Marilyn.”

“Careful, Babs, your snobbery is reaching epic levels.” Father whipped his napkin off the table and on to his lap, fussing with the folds for a moment before turning his attention to me. Fixing his dark eyes on me, he asked, “How are things at Whisper?”

“Good. Busy.” I smiled at the waiter as he set a mimosa down in front of me. “Sales are still trending upward at a steady rate.”

“Thank God you opened your little place before the entire speakeasy, Prohibition nostalgia phase began.” Mother eyeballed the server, the corners of her mouth turning down in the tiniest of frowns. Since his gaze was still firmly locked on my cleavage, he missed her disapproval. Something told me Thomas was about to lose his position as our preferred server. “If you had to break in to the market now, it would be almost impossible.”

“I think it would be more than a little difficult but not even close to impossible.” I leaned back in my chair and shrugged. “Even though Whisper is obviously an homage to a bygone era, it’s also still very much a modern bar with modern amenities.”

“I’ll admit, I didn’t think your little venture would last longer than six months, maybe a year.” Father raised his tumbler of whiskey in a mock salute. “And here you are, getting ready to begin the planning for your second anniversary bash.”

I didn’t bother to correct him with the information I’d started planning for the party two months ago. For one, he wouldn’t believe me. For another, even if he did, he’d be so drunk by the end of brunch he’d no doubt forget.

After all, as both he and Mother were so fond of saying, booze and brunch starting with the same letter was not a coincidence.

“I was so worried you were wasting your trust fund, especially in this dreadful economy.” Mother finished draining her champagne flute, setting it down and picking up the menu. “Not that you wouldn’t have had the ones set up by your other grandparents, but I know how close you were to Grandmother Hester. I’m sure you would have felt horrible if things had turned out differently.”

“Indeed.” More so because Grandmother Hester had been the only adult in my family who didn’t think my decision to actually use my degrees was ridiculous than because the club would have failed. The only time I’d cried in the last ten years had been when she died. Shaking my head sharply, I cleared my throat and said, “Did you hear the news about Peter Braxton?”

“Oh, poor, poor, stupid Peter.” Father clucked his tongue and took a sip of his drink. “He really should have known better than to fool around with his secretary. Especially one who was so young.”

“Well, after three decades of being married to Cynthia, can anybody really blame him for taking up the girl on her offer?” Mother tapped one perfectly manicured fingernail on the menu and glanced around the patio. “Where is Alex? I have no idea why the service today is so dreadful.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Mother—Alex is doing the same wonderful job he always does.” I knew as soon as he brought her a fresh mimosa—which no doubt was why he wasn’t hovering behind us—all would be forgiven. “Anyway, thanks to the scandal, Peter is being forced in to early retirement, which means I have to find a new accountant.”

“I know exactly who you should hire.” Father set his tumbler down and leaned forward. “He was just made a partner at Blackstone, Ferguson, and Sweeny—youngest one ever, if I’m remembering correctly. Very driven, very focused.” He nodded and arched his brows. “He’s been handling Eliza’s accounts for almost two years now, which should tell you everything you need to know.”

“Anyone who is able to put with Eliza for more than a month at a time should petition for canonization by the Catholic church.” Rolling my shoulders, I mulled the idea over for a moment. Truth be told, I didn’t have any decent leads of my own and there was no way I could run either the club or my personal financed without an accountant. Finally, I sighed and shook my head. “Okay. I’ll call Uncle Jamie and see about setting up a meeting with Wonder Kid.”

“His name is Namir Adeem.” When I choked on my mimosa in surprise, Father nodded solemnly. “Exactly. Now you understand why the news about his continued employment with Eliza is even more shocking.”

“Considering the fact she still uses the word ‘colored’ to describe anyone who isn’t white? Yes.” Finishing off my drink, I picked up my menu and studied it, even though I already knew what I planned to order. “Anyone who can put up with Eliza and her persistence to remain rooted in the eighteenth century should be able to handle me.”

Mother barked out sharp laugh. “Darling, you’re so adorable.” Opening her purse, she rummaged through the depths for a moment before finally pulling out her sunglasses and slipping them on. “As horrible as Eliza is, she can’t even begin to compare to an Allerton woman. Your Grandmother Alma ruled the Upper East Side with an iron fist until the day she died.”

“And now I rule over the Meatpacking District—or at least the club and bar scene portion of it.” I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically. “It’s a hard job being so popular but I’m more than willing to carry the burden.”

“Of course you are, princess.” Father rattled the ice in his tumbler and smiled wryly. “Now, let’s order, shall we?”


Later that afternoon, I gripped the railing of the third floor balcony, tapping my nails on the polished wood. Two stories below, Ella was vocalizing, warming up for the evening. Reynolds was fiddling with his drum set, adjusting some small thing, while Gregory, Walt, and Teddy huddled over sheet music, their heads so close together they reminded me of Hades’s guard dog. I tried for a moment to recall the monster’s name before giving up. It’d come to me while I was in the middle of something else.

“The new password for the week has gone out via email and text and the doormen have it as well.” Next to me, Geoff continued down the Sunday checklist, swiping his finger over the iPad screen. “The bartenders are all up to date on the weekly drink special–.”

“What did we decide on again?” I already knew but I wanted to see if my assistant manager was as on top of things as he seemed to be. I glanced over at him, arching a brow. “Geoff?”

“The White Lady.” He smiled slightly. “Did I pass?”

“I suppose I’ll allow you to continue working for me for another week.” Shifting my attention back to the first floor, I nodded at one of the newer servers. “How’s she coming along?”

“Deidre?” He tapped the screen a few times and sighed. “Well, she passed the food and beverage test with the absolute lowest score we allow.”

“Some people aren’t good test takers.” I studied her as she went through the pre-shift duties—turning on the globe-shaped electric candles, checking the tablecloth hems for stains, wiping down the backs of chairs. “How’d she do with her practical exam?”

“Better, but still not stellar.” He held the tablet out to me, crossing his arms once I took it from him. “The guests gave her high marks for efficiency but also said she wasn’t quite as personable as the rest of the staff.”

“Hmm.” I scrolled through her evaluations, all four—trainer, head server, head bartender, and secret customer. They all said some variation of what Geoff had just told me. Still, there had been the tiniest of sparks in her eyes when I interviewed her. Handing him back the iPad, I said, “I want her to work the VIP rooms tonight.”

Geoff blinked. “Why?”

“A theory.” When he continued to stare at me, I widened my eyes. “Oh, I’m not sharing the theory. You wanted an explanation, I provided one.”

“Okay. You’re the boss.” He tapped the screen a few times before powering it down, flipping the cover in to place and tucking it under his arm. “Adrienne and Talia aren’t going to be happy.”

“If they want to stay in the VIP section and not go back to working the general floor, they’ll pretend they are.” I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to relieve the stress knot I could feel forming. “Deidre will do fine. You’ll see.”

“Like I said, you’re the boss.” He ran a hand over his hair, smoothing down a few stray bright red locks. “Speaking of bosses, Mario is very insistent you join us for dinner later this week.”

“As long as he doesn’t expect me to rustle up a date.” I sighed and raked a hand through my own hair, freshly colored, highlighted, lowlighted, and trimmed. It didn’t take a lot of work to enhance the chocolate colored lengths I’d inherited from my father. It did, however, take a lot of work to make it seem as if it took a lot of work. “We’ve got about two hours until we open, yes?”

“A little less.” He glanced over at me, his lips curving in a smile bordering on a smirk. “Do you want me to send Reynolds up to your office?”

“If he has a few minutes to spare.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll find a few minutes.” Geoff chuckled as he turned toward the staff elevator, his polished wingtips clacking gently on the hardwood floor. I watched, waiting until the doors slid closed silently behind him before spinning on my heels and heading to my office.

I was sitting on my desk, leaning back on my hands, when a single knock sounded on my door maybe five minutes later. It opened without me answering and Reynolds slipped inside, closing it behind him and leaning against the wood. “You wanted to see me?”

“If you had a few minutes.” I straightened, trailing one hand over my exposed collarbone and sliding the hem of my dress up with the other. “I know you’ve got to warm up for tonight.”

“Not for another hour or so.” He glided over to me, a dark shadow in the barely lit room. He nudged my hand away from my dress, his fingers grazing over my inner thigh. Stepping between my knees, he grasped my chin and tilted it up. “You did something with your hair.”

“Thanks for noticing.” Not that I’d believed he wouldn’t. Reynolds was nothing if not observant, especially when it concerned a woman. He’d have to be in order to keep his roster straight. I ran my tongue over my lips, smiling when he sucked in a shallow breath. “What about the dress? It’s part of my friend’s new vintage inspired collection.”

“Very flapperesque.” He finished pushing my dress up as he leaned in, sinking his teeth in to my lower lip. “Do you trust me not to ruin it?”

I chuckled as I ran my hand down his torso, cupping his cock through his pants. “Do your worst.”


“You look gorgeous, Taylor.” Courtney Axelrod, heiress to a chocolate fortune of some sort and my primary nemesis since boarding school, gave me a set of air kisses before stepping back and looking me over for a second time. “Retro is such a good look for you. There aren’t a lot of people who can pull off something so old-fashioned.”

“Well, you know I’ve always liked a challenge.” My smile was just as fake as hers, although I was secretly pleased to see she was already showing signs of crow’s feet and wrinkles—and she wasn’t even thirty. Affecting a worried expression, I brushed an imaginary speck from her bare shoulder. “Darling, are you still going to that salon over in Midtown? I’ve told you, you really need to switch to my place.”

“I’ve been trying to get an appointment for months now but they are completely booked.” Just as I’d known she would, she began scrutinizing her dress for dandruff. Her normally shoulder length blonde hair, complete with nearly two-inch dark roots, was tucked up in a faux bob which swung against her chin. I always found it amusing how much more concerned she was with the dandruff than with her roots. She pouted at me and batted her lashes. “Do you think you can pull a few strings?”

“Oh, I doubt that.” I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. “I always have to book my own appointments at least two months out.” Not true in the slightest but Maurice would kill me if anyone knew the preferential treatment he gave me. “You’ll just have to keep trying. If you’ll excuse me, I think I see the newest little cub reporter for The Volstead Weekly.”

Before she had a chance to respond, I slipped past her and her escort, slinking my way between tables and chairs until I reached the bar. Settling myself on an empty barstool, I nodded at the closest bartender and turned to Sergio. “What’s the latest gossip?”

“Your dress is wonderful, the newest appetizer not so much.” He ran a hand over his gelled and slicked back hair, he twisting his neck one way and then the other as he studied his reflection in the mirror. As usual, he reminded me of nothing so much as a more handsome Hispanic Bugsy Siegel. “I don’t think it’s going to take off the way you wanted.”

“Give it a few weeks.” I already knew from studying the introductions of previous menu items that it took between two and three weeks for a new item to be accepted. The patrons of Whisper did not do well with change, even in small doses. I nodded at Max when he placed the bone dry martini in front of me. “Anything else interesting?”

“The new girl is doing really well in VIP—better than anyone thought, actually.” He took a sip of his own drink, which looked and smelled like a mint julep. Sergio had excellent taste in many areas—alcohol wasn’t one of them. “I think I actually saw her smile.”

“You’re hilarious.” I sighed and raked my hand through my hair, tousling it ever so slightly. “Who did you choose for your spotlight piece this week?”

“Katherine Holt. She’ll get a kick out of being fictionalized as a gun-toting dame who refused to take crap from anyone.”

“You are right about that.” Something in the mirror caught my eye and I stared, watching the reflection for a moment before turning to get a better look at the actual person. “Oh, my.”

“What?” Sergio glanced over his shoulder, immediately zeroing in on the same individual. He whistled and nodded. “Oh, my, indeed.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night, Serg.” Leaving my barely touched drink on the bar, I eased off my seat and walked toward the very gorgeous and very confused man attracting more than his fair share of attention. I tapped him on his shoulder, sliding around him as he turned toward me, the combined movements almost a dance. “Hello.”

“Hello.” He blinked slowly and I simply stared, fascinated by the length and luxuriousness of his lashes. “I’m not certain I’m in the right place.”

“I can almost certainly promise you that you are.” I trailed my fingers down the lapel of his suit jacket, confirming that he was, in fact, wearing linen. Off hand, I couldn’t think of a single person in any of my social circles who would not only dare to wear linen but look amazing doing so. “Is this your first time at Whisper?”

“Yes.” He smiled slightly, his perfect, even teeth brilliantly white against his bronzed skin. The light glinted off his jet black hair, cropped close to his head in a style more suited to a member of the military than the jet-set. “I suppose it’s rather obvious.”

“Only a little.” I continued to play with his lapel, smiling up at him. “Since this is your first time, I feel compelled to take advantage of you.” I let my words hang in the air for a moment, studying the flow of emotions over his face, before asking, “What do you think of my dress?”

“Your dress?” He blinked again, even slower than before, giving me the opportunity to truly appreciate the rich almond brown of his eyes. Taking a half step back, he looked me over, taking his time before meeting my gaze again. “It’s quite lovely.”


“I beg your pardon?”

“I suppose a better question would have been what makes it lovely.” I flicked one of the jet beads decorating the bodice, not surprised when his gaze dropped from my face to my breasts. That was, after all, the point. I was surprised when he didn’t linger—surprised and just a little charmed. “Is it the material?”

“That is one factor.” Lifting one hand, he brushed a loose curl back behind my shoulder, his fingertips not even grazing my skin. “It’s also the color—it’s quite wonderful against your complexion.”

“Thank you.” Although I enjoyed a round of flattery as much as the next woman, this wasn’t quite going the way I’d imagined. Smiling a little brighter, I said, “You strike me as a whiskey man. The bartender does a wonderful Manhattan.”

“As delightful as that sounds, I’m afraid if I were to take you up on your offer, it would make a bad impression with my future employer.”

“So you’re here for a business meeting.” Now I really was puzzled. Whisper didn’t see a lot of legitimate business meetings, due in no small part to the music. Shifting my weight to my back heel, I crossed my arms and studied him closer. “With who?”

He pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket, unfolding it with exquisite precision. “A T. Allerton.”

“Really.” For once, the surprise in my voice was unaffected. “Who are you?”

It was his turn to study me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Namir Adeem.”

“You’re the accountant.” It wasn’t often I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me to save me from embarrassment but this was definitely one of those times. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up unannounced.”

“Ah.” The single syllable carried a wealth of meaning. He nodded slowly. “And you would be the business owner.”

“Yes, I would.” Squaring my shoulders, I offered him my hand. “Taylor Allerton.”

He took my hand, gripping tight and shaking slowly. “Charmed.”

I smiled. “Not yet.”


About the Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.

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Tour: The Same Deep Water by Lisa Swallow


The Same Deep Water
by Lisa Swallow
Publication Date: August 26, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Tour: The Same Deep Water by Lisa Swallow

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Once, I wanted to die. That was the night I met Guy.

The strange man with flowers stepped from the shadows and saved my life.

Guy. Dimpled smile. Body of a surf god. Smart and funny.
Running out of time.

We became travelling companions through life, ticking off items on our bucket lists. I’d hidden from happiness for years and kept my life under strict control. Guy showed me how to step into the world and experience more. He brought light into the shadows and helped me through the darkness.

I became Phe again. I lived.

There’s just one problem.

We fell in love and this wasn’t part of our plans.

I thought I could cope with our uncertain future until Guy revealed a secret. His betrayal changed everything.

Sometimes, believing the lies we tell ourselves is easier than dealing with the truth.

The Same Deep Water is a new adult romance set in Australia. This is the story of two people living in the present and accidentally creating a future neither of them can see, and learning ten things on a bucket list are just the edge of the world they could have.

*The book partly deals with mental health issues which may include triggers for some readers*




“So? Can I?” he asks.

“Save my life?”


“Because of your list?”

“Yep.” He pushes his unruly hair from his face. “Plus, you’re far too good-looking to be smashed against a load of rocks.”

Why do I blush? I inspect my feet, focusing on my painted toenails. I bought the neon pink varnish on a shopping trip with my friend Erica last month. Recently I’ve worn the colour to pretend I’m a dazzling pink girl, not a girl in a black hole.

“Why not give blood? That would save somebody’s life,” I retort.

Guy’s mouth curls into a smile, accentuating the dimples. “Good-looking and smart, too. That is a very good suggestion. Oh, well, I’m here now. May as well save you.”




“I’m not sure about the surfing just yet.”

“Come on, Phe. Best time of year. Plus, you’re still several items behind me.”

“Aren’t there a lot of sharks around that part of the coast?”

He grins. “Even better, we can do two things from the lists in one go. You surf, I swim with sharks.”


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About Lisa Swallow


Lisa is an Amazon best-selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, including the best-selling Blue Phoenix rock romance series. Lisa is originally from the UK but moved to Australia in 2001 and now lives in Perth, Western Australia with her husband, three children and dog. Lisa has spent the last 18 months with imaginary rock stars who’ve made her dreams a reality. She also sucks at writing bios.

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Blitz: The Hut in the Woods by VLZ

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TITLE – The Hut in the Woods
GENRE – Mystery/Suspense
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 10hrs 46min
PUBLISHER – vlzbooks


Carly Ruth Laden moved away from the small town she was born and raised in, and headed for the city of Carmingden. At the tender age of 22 years, Carly met her husband, Dorian Shiffer, a man every woman wanted for their very own. Dorian carried a secret which Carly unearthed and that secret shocked not only Carly, but her family as well. Strange events began to surround the Laden family. Unanswered questions along with the disappearance of Carly Ruth Laden Shiffer set in motion a series of events that would forever haunt the townsfolk of Burl and Helmsdale. Versions of the truth were what gathered together the townspeople of both these small towns. Everyone had their own opinions as to what happened to Carly and her brother, Decker Laden, and to Dorian Shiffer. Carly felt her seemingly perfect marriage was crumbling because her husband was having an affair. When she discovers Dorian was in fact having an affair, the truth of her husband’s apparent change is a shock Carly was not prepared for. Things turned from bad to worse when Carly decides to confront Dorian. Carly disappears. Her parents, Barbara and Drew, and her brother, are left to endure the agonizing and horrifying events about to take place. Events that no one ever thought possible. Carly’s past nightmares come back to haunt her, to take revenge. The Laden family becomes swept inside a tornado of changing degrees, where their lives are turned inside out, and where hope becomes a lost treasure buried somewhere unknown, somewhere deep and dark. No one is aware of the evil lurking in the woods along Laden Lane. Carly informs the sheriff of Burl of a mysterious truck parked just near Laden Lane. No one pays much mind to Carly’s suspicions. Everyone believes Carly has a crazy head. Since childhood, Carly has had an over-active imagination. Carly Ruth Laden Shiffer had become the boy who cried wolf.

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VLZ is an Auburn, New York born author currently living in Savannah NY. Due to hard work and perseverance, VLZ believes writing is her way to reach readers so that they can escape for a while from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, where they can enter her imagination. When VLZ is not writing, she enjoys the theater and the arts and loves to dance. The author thanks her mother who believed in all she strived to achieve. Born and raised in a small town, being one of ten children, the youngest of ten, the baby, VLZ’s daddy died when she was but five months old, and so she never got to know her daddy. Her mama raised ten children all on her own. Dirt poor in the 50’s was a hard time, but times were much different then. VLZ persevered through many tribulations. Tuberculosis at age six. Polio at age nine. The loss of her mother due to pancreatic cancer was a very hard time. Now retired and doing what she loves most, writing for you so you the reader can have a moment to yourself and a moment with her as well, VLZ looks forward to hearing your praises as well as any complaints. So look for this inspiring writer and welcome her into your home and your imagination.



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Blitz: The Complete Divine Trilogy by R.E. Hargrave

Now that the 2015 Golden Flogger Award Winners have been announced, I can move forward with offering all three novels of The Divine Trilogy as one complete installment! I’m super excited to be able to do this for the readers who have been with me from the beginning and the new ones who’ve yet to meet Master Jayden and his Irish lass, Catherine.

Enter a world where pleasure and pain are one . . .
when in the hands of a skilled Master.


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Release Date: August 2015

Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance

Length: Approximately 255k words / 754 pages Trade Paperback



An erotic read meant for adults, The Divine Trilogy is not your typical romance.

When you first meet Catherine and Jayden they aren’t looking for love at all. Catherine O’Chancey is a young submissive whose second Dom turned out to be an abusive fake. This is the story of her subsequent recovery and reentry into the BDSM lifestyle with the help of a new Dominant, Jayden Masterson. Come with me, and I’ll take you on the journey alongside Catherine and Jayden while their bond grows and deepens. It’ll be sexy and intense, but never fear, you get to be there to see the tender side of her new Dom as he helps her through her past tragedies.

The Divine Trilogy offers a different view of the BDSM world. 

One that will enlighten readers and show them that those who live this Lifestyle often do so because it is a deep-seated need within their psyche, something that can’t be ignored. And that need is okay because, when practiced properly, BDSM is all about being Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Find within the pages a sampling of the different dynamics which can occur amongst kinksters. Everything from hardcore pain sluts to docile “littles” who want to be pampered and coddled, but the important thing to remember is that everyone has a place of acceptance, without judgement, in this Lifestyle.

Time and again reviewers have said they couldn’t put this book down . . . even when they don’t usually read this genre.




“Never has a trilogy made me feel like it has come full circle. As much as I didn’t want the story to end, when it did, it left me feeling complete and not lacking for anything. It was hard to say goodbye to my new friends but their story will stay with me.”

~ Goodreads Reviewer

“How do you put into words the love that has grown as we watched Jayden and Erin start out as broken souls and evolve into the people they become in this book Surreal? The author has proven that with the right person, love and acceptance, you can bloom into the person you were meant to be all along and soar to heights that not even you could dream possible.”

~ Tbird, Beyond the Valley of the Books

“Overall this trilogy was amazing and is the perfect trilogy for fans of BDSM romance. The theme was well researched and RE Hargrave absolutely nailed it.”

~ Kirsty, Sarah and Kirsty’s Book Reviews

“Brilliantly written, and with wonderful character development, The Divine Series is simply one of the best I’ve had the privilege of reading. Surreal, the last in the series, is the icing on this most delicious, most decadent of cakes. Not only are the scenes unique as well as sizzling, Hargrave gives us the right balance between heat and passion and an absorbing storyline, one never detracting from the other.”

~ L.J. Harris, author of Just Like Pulling Teeth




Separately, these books would total $11.97 on Kindle or $54.49 for all three paperbacks. By condensing them into one volume, I’m able to offer you the full Trilogy at a reduced price.

Amazon Kindle $9.99

Amazon Paperback $24.99 ~ Coming Soon

Createspace Paperback $24.99

Signed Paperback $35.00


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Dual Cover Reveal: Suit and Slut by Jetttie Woodruff

Dual Cover Reveal

Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo)

Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff

SUIT Release Date:

September 21st

SLUT Release Date:

October 26th

SUIT Synopsis:

Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton’s trophy.
PTA parent.
And the slut…
We were the model couple.
Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers.
A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the
dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from
the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…

SLUT Synopsis:

Once upon a time I was Gabriella
And then I wasn’t.
I was a liar.
A murderer.
A cheat.
And a slut. His slut.
Once upon a time I was a twin.
And then I wasn’t.
The Twin Duo
Suit /Slut

September 21st      October 26th

“I’m not sure you want me cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be controlled.”

Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick. That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My slut. I own you.” His dry, sultry words,  touched my lips while his fingsers slid down the middle of my neck. One straight line. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his hold over me wrapped gently around my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told”

My eyes cowardly dropped to the floor and I submitted. 
Bestselling Author
Jettie Woodruff
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.


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