Friday, April 28, 2017

Week Blitz & Gift Card #Giveaway ~ Chosen Path by J. Whitney Williams


Chosen Path
J. Whitney Williams



Erotic Romance
Date Published: 4/28/2017

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About the Book:

Yumiko Itsumoto wants it all. An accomplished artist and feared attorney, she gets what she wants, all else be damned. Now she wants love, even if it means charting a new course for her life, but changing course can be dangerous.  In mere moments, she tumbles from the dizzying pinnacle of success into a bottomless abyss of murder and treachery.  Yumiko will not live happily ever after—not this time—but can she at least find a way to stay alive?

Editor's review 

Author J. Whitney Williams follows CARRIED AWAY—his surprisingly intelligent and deftly written debut—with a story that is even sexier, more thrilling and more enthralling than the first.
Again taking the reader on a trip across the world, meeting strange people in strange places via a prodigious narrator, CHOSEN PATH follows Yumi, a powerful and apparently dispassionate supporting character introduced in book one. But appearances deceive. Here, the reader is immersed in Yumi—into the very depths of her complex mind, her conflicted yet determined soul, her insatiable sex drive.

When Yumi encounters the woman who she presumes to be the fiancée of the love of her life—perhaps her only true love—she has every reason to seize the opportunity that presents itself to erase the woman from both of their lives forever. It’s no wonder Yumi is the prime suspect for the unfortunate woman’s swift and seemingly heartless murder. Unable to recall herself, Yumi assumes the worst, too. It wouldn’t be the first tragic fate to befall someone who stood in her way—or the last—and cameras don’t lie.

In CHOSEN PATH, Williams explores the very essence of what makes us human. The protagonist, a uniquely flawed yet extraordinarily likable woman of many talents and trades, demonstrates the jealousy and manipulation we see in ourselves and despise in others. At the same time, we’re drawn to Yumi. Geisha. Samurai. Assassin. Pseudo-royalty. Nothing happens to her; she creates. If we all shaped our own circumstances, our destinies, as adroitly as she, what paths would we choose and where would they lead us?

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Either I was mistaken to leave him, or I am mistaken to go back. I can no longer consider myself a woman who does not make mistakes. Neither am I self-conscious, nor do I dress for the benefit of others, and yet I feel silly walking up out of the subway wearing a kimono. That contradiction scares me in a way I do not understand. At least I am still a woman who faces her fears.

It must be Sunday. There are too many people on the street for a weekday. And I would be at work. My situational awareness is poor. I must take care not to walk past Kosei’s building. I know this insomnia impairs my judgment, so perhaps I am wrong about doing this. I don’t think I am. I think I love him, and I have learned that love matters. I was wrong—about a lot of things. I know that now. I’m not just desperate.

Which implies that I am, in fact, desperate. I am. I’m desperate to be able to sleep again. I know that, and I still believe I am making the right decision. Being aware of our biases helps us to mitigate their effects. But I remember missing him on quiet nights and in the rare mornings when I woke well rested. I wanted him with me at times when I wanted nothing else.

I’m not just desperate. I do love him, and I was wrong. Willow-sensei was right that I had been unwilling to make a decision between career and family. Lots of women juggle both, even with children, but fundamentally one or the other has to come first. My choice has always been career, without question, any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I think today is Sunday.

Between practicing law and entertaining, career easily devoured almost all of me. I suppose I had two careers. I suppose they did devour all of me.

This is his building. The door code is still the same.

My decision is not which will come first. I have to give up one of those careers. No, like many of my thoughts today, that’s not true. He wouldn’t mind me booking engagements as a geisha. Only the sex concerned him. But if you’re going to play by the rules, why bother? It wouldn’t be the same. My thrill has always been the con—to see how far I can push a man’s judgment beyond what he knows to be unreasonable. Approaching as a geisha is simply one of my opening gambits. Only sex can truly destroy a man.

I am ready to give that up for him, all those years of careful study and practice. I am ready to let go. I am ready to compromise. I am ready to love harder than I work.

I am not ready to knock on his door.

How long have I been standing here? It bothers me that I don’t know. Too often lately I realize where I am and cannot remember how I got there. Those must be the moments in which I sleep.

It was a heavy thud against the inside of his door that woke me. I’m preening like a schoolgirl. Put your hand down, Yumi. The door remains closed. Maybe there was no thud. Maybe I dreamt it.

No, it was real. Lightly pressing my ear to the door, I can hear a woman’s heartbeat. It’s racing, and either she is very tall or her feet aren’t touching the ground. A slight moan escapes her throat, and her body lurches against the door again. I recognize the pattern. It’s him.

It’s the same intermittent cadence, the same thrusts and pauses. He never held me up like that. I should be the one on the other side of that door. A reflexive twitch of lustful anticipation turns to resentment and anger and other feelings for which I cannot remember the names. I need to leave.

A subway station? That must be my train pulling away. How long have I been standing here? There will be another in 15 minutes. When you miss a train, another comes—not so with people. I feel in my gut the hard truth that there is more between me and Kosei now than a door.

I should have anticipated that he would be seeing someone. He is a handsome man. He is also lighthearted, relaxed, casual. I need that. I need him back. His bed was the only place I ever felt I could rest, the only place I could still get to anyway.

I will be able to take him back from her, whoever she is, but it will require preparation. I must first discover my adversary. Nothing can be left to chance. She could be anyone.

I want him back so badly that I can smell his scent as if he were nearby. I’ve started seeing things lately too, little defects in the corners of my vision. It must be my lack of sleep. My situation is untenable.

“Oh, your kimono is so lovely!” I should thank the woman next to me for her compliment, but I already don’t like her. It’s only because I envy her. She seems so free and natural, so casual and peaceful, with the demeanor of a woman who just left a trusted lover’s bed. There is more than that though, maybe the engagement ring. It’s a beautiful ring.

“Thank you so much,” she says. “My boyfriend—my fiancé—just gave it to me today!” I wonder how much I said out loud. “It’s a dream come true,” she continues. “I’ve never met anyone like him. Is that our train?” Another is coming, but it won’t stop here. The local just left.

“No,” I answer. “The express.” The slightest moan escapes her in her disappointment. It echoes in my mind with the sound of Kosei’s lover, matching perfectly. I must be delusional, thinking this girl could possibly be the one. She is far too young, too frivolous, too modern. Her tank top and cutoffs are generic enough, but she wears glittered nail polish and has a little tattoo of a turtle behind her ear. Kosei wouldn’t be attracted to a girl like that.

She is an idiot. She wears her purse far too casually for how expensive it is. It must have been a gift from another idiot, but she doesn’t hold it as if it came from her idiot boyfriend.

The purse doesn’t bother me. I’ve seen plenty of old money wasted on oblivious girls. I have always taken care not to be one of them, not to be oblivious. The turtle offends me. That particular design is a ka-mon, a family emblem, Yoshimitsu to be precise. I can only infer that she likes turtles, because this girl is no Yoshimitsu. Kids today have no respect.

She jumps a little when her phone chirps and the purse inevitably falls. Once she digs her phone out of it, she doesn’t even stand before checking the message. It must be from her idiot boyfriend. His phone number is the same as Kosei’s.

She screams as she tumbles forward, right in front of the express train. I’ve never seen it happen before, but suicide by train is not uncommon. I wish people wouldn’t do that. It always throws off the scheduled service. It must make quite a mess for the maintenance people, too. Deafening shrieks of emergency brakes crowd out the echoes of her scream. At least there is one less idiot in the world.

It doesn’t make sense, though. She was so happy to be engaged. Why would she kill herself? She didn’t plan to. Even delirious as I am, I would have noticed suicidal intent in her mannerisms.

I feel sorry for her fiancé, for Kosei. He deserves better; I would never hurt him like she has. The thought of it makes me angry at her, but anger never solves anything. I wish I could go to him, to console him, but first I have to get rid of his lover somehow.

Wait. What just happened?

I need to leave.

Meet the Author: 

A mathematician by training and computer programmer by trade, J. Whitney Williams lives and works under the X in Texas, thinking too much and speaking too little.

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Anchored Hearts Series
By J.M. Witt


LETTING GO (Anchored Hearts Vol 1)



About the Book:

What happens when the girl who's only read about BDSM meets a flawed Dom? Will their tortured souls find love amidst the pleasure and the pain? Or will misconceptions and unrealistic expectations destroy them before they’ve even begun?
James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor, hasn’t stopped thinking about Cassidy since the horrific events that occurred in his bar several months ago. Working hard to protect her and still blaming himself for her grief, he’s unable to stay away any longer. Crashing back into her life, he discovers he may need her more than she needs him.
Cassidy Charles is slowly putting the pieces of her life back together once again. She's managed to leave everything to do with that horrible night behind her, including James. When he reappears, she finds the attraction undeniable and falls into a lifestyle that rivals her fantasies. As her demons come head to head with his, she worries that his world will destroy her.
When your past threatens to destroy your future, how long will you hang on before Letting Go?

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HIDING AWAY (Anchored Hearts Vol.1.5)



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Who do you trust, and who do you love, when the secrets of your past are so painful that you’re Hiding Away?
Jane Whitford had everything she ever wanted, at her fingertips, when it was violently ripped away. The man who was supposed to love her turned into a monster. Broken and bruised, she fled his clutches back to her hometown. Love is the last thing she wants when she meets Cal. The only thing on her mind, is fun, and lots of it. Will she open her heart to him before it's too late?
Calvin Charles is a cop on the streets, working hard to achieve his goal of joining SWAT. He strives to live with no regrets and has everything he needs; friends, family, and the occasional woman to warm his bed. Until he meets Jane, and she quickly becomes everything he wants. Will he be able to get her to open up when she’s convinced that exposing her secrets will cost her his love and respect?
Will his love be strong enough to survive? Or will her secrets be the death of him?

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LETTING GO OF YOU (Anchored Hearts Vol. 2)



About the Book:

James,
Letting Go of You will be the hardest decision of my life.
We were devoted and committed to one another. Secret clubs, family, friends, careers and undeniable chemistry filled our lives. Previous troubles seemed nonexistent. We were ready and willing for whatever life had to offer. Life was perfect. If only ‘perfect’ really existed.
What I didn’t expect was that one tragic event would trigger the demons you kept hidden from me. I had to decide if I could live with not knowing your secrets. And just when I thought we would make it through, another hurdle was placed in front of us. Tragedy, murder, first loves, old enemies, and death lingered at every turn.
Will your demons be the death of us? Or will my anchored heart be strong enough to hold on?
Only You ~Cassidy

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FADING AWAY (Anchored Hearts Vol. 2.5)



About the Book:

Can our love heal the wounds that consume us? Or will the past leave your soul Fading Away?
Cal is fighting for his life and for his love. Never wanting to settle down until he found her, his baby doll. Her secrets left him bleeding on the floor and comatose. He’ll fight for her, no matter the cost. But what if that means committing murder?
Jane almost lost everything she never knew she needed. Some of her secrets revealed, but not all. Nightmares consume her, but so does her love for Cal. Will she be able to let go of the past and move forward?
Will murder charges ruin their chance at happily ever after? Or will they get the one thing they both want? Each other…forever.

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LETTING GO OF US (Anchored Hearts Vol. 3)



About the Book:

Cassidy,
While grieving for my mother I lost sight of you, my love, my life, and what we had created. You said the one word I never wanted to hear from your lips and it nearly broke me. I know now that it was your plea for me to hear you.
I heard you and I planned on fixing it, even if it took the rest of my life. We never bargained for what came next. You became a stranger to me, my own wife. Wife. The word was suddenly foreign to me. Thrust into a situation we didn’t expect, you proved to me over and over again what love was. I pray you’ll let me return the favor.
My cage is empty and waiting for you, my Blackbird. I’ll spend eternity proving that I’m never letting go of us.
Always, only, forever… James

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J.M. Witt

Residing in Metro Detroit, International Bestselling Author J. M. started writing poetry and short stories as a young girl. Rediscovering her love of reading, after having her fourth child, she started writing again. She also works full time as an Office Manager for a large landscaping company.Letting Go, her first publication, was released in December 2013 and My Secret Submission, her 9th, was published in May 2016. She enjoys music, time with friends, sarcasm, concerts, spending time with her children and husband, traveling, and getting lost in a good book. And if you ask nicely, she might show you her flogger and let you sample it.



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Cover Reveal: Mine by Andie M. Long ~ Dark Suspense

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Mine by Andie M. Long


About the Book:

Melissa


I had my life all planned out, but in the blink of an eye it was gone. I lost my baby, my husband, my happy ever after.


So I made another plan…


Destroy the man who ruined it all. Edward Bonham. With his perfect wife and perfect life. Why should he be allowed to keep everything I’ve been denied?


Years have passed; they think they're safe. They think no one remembers. They think all is forgiven. But I will never forgive, I will never forget, and one day, retribution will be MINE.

An 18+ read with dark scenes.

Genre: Dark Suspense

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Read Excerpt 1:
I’ve opened the blind on the window so that my therapist can see some daylight. Or rather can see me from his fixed viewpoint. I’m in my shorts and tee. They display my abs and glutes to perfection. As I dig the ground he’ll be able to see my strength, as my muscles cord with the push and pull of the spade. I’m digging a rectangle. For no reason whatsoever other than to let him think I’m digging his grave. Psychology is the bomb.



Read Excerpt 2:
You took away the opportunity to do what I’d yearned for my whole life. To give life. I was so excited to meet my baby and then when I did-’ She stops and cries again.
I wait until she composes herself.
‘Are you the slightest bit regretful about what happened, Edward? Do you wish things could have been different?’
‘No.’ I tell her honestly. ‘I wish I could bottle every tear on your face.’




Meet the Author:

Andie M. Long is author of Amazon Number One Erotic Thrillers Saviour, and The Alphabet Game amongst others.
She lives in Sheffield with her son and long suffering partner.
When not being partner, mother, employee or writer she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her whippet, Bella.
Andie will be signing in Newcastle 2017 and York 2018.  


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Cover Reveal ~ Sex God by J.A Melville


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Book: Sex God
Author: J.A Melville
Illustrator: Bianca Eberle

Publisher: J. A Melville


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Shay Vidal. . .

Women call me the Sex God. Why? It’s simple.
When it comes to sex, I really am that good.
It’s not my ego talking. It’s a fact. I get it screamed at me all the time.
Men want to be like me. Women want to be with me.

The thing is. . .
It’s all an act.
I’m damaged goods. . .

Lyla’s different. She’s dangerous.
She’s the forbidden fruit. And I’m tempted to take a bite.

Lyla Costa. . . 

I’m tired of having to fake it in the bedroom.
All I seem to attract are Sex Duds.
Until my brother introduces me to his friend Shay.
A Sex God would make a change from a Sex Dud.
I’m a relationship kind of gal and he’s a one night only deal.

The man is hot though. . .
He’s sex on two legs. . .
He is tempting. . .

It would be nice to see what all the fuss is about. . . 

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Book Blitz ~ Baby, Come Back (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) by M. O’Keefe

Baby, Come Back by M. O’Keefe


About the Book:


A MAN WITH NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE


I sold my soul a long time ago to pay my father’s debts. Now my life is a prison: no friends. No family. Nothing it would hurt to lose.

I never should’ve touched Abby. I tried not to, but she is beautiful, magnetic, sexy. Everything I want but can't let myself have.


UNTIL HE MET HER


She seduced me not knowing who I was or what I really do in the shadows. I should have resisted her, but I wanted to be the man Abby thought I was for as long as I could.

But all debts must be paid, sooner or later. And mine are paid with blood.

Now Abby knows who I am, what I am, and she’s run from me.

I would have let her go for her own good. But when I find out she’s carrying my baby — there’s nowhere she can hide…

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ABBY
BEFORE
I’m not smart about a lot of things, but I know chemistry. Not the stuff in schools, with the beakers and everything; that’s a total gong show for me. I didn’t even get to Chemistry in high school because I was stuck in freshman Physical Science for four years. Thank God we got a new teacher my senior year, otherwise I never would have passed. Out went Mrs. Baker and in came handsome young Mr. Suarez.
Mr. Suarez did not stand a chance against me.
That he didn’t give me an A was probably the thing he clung to at night when the guilt got to be too much for him.
Mr. Suarez was a lesson in my kind of chemistry.
The kind that bubbles out of thin air between two particular people. The irresistible attraction that sweeps strangers up in a current, bringing them together despite anything in the way. The kind of chemistry that changes everything.
That’s something I understand, down to the ground.
It’s my job, really. Or understanding it is what makes me good at my job.
Knowing when someone is looking my way a little bit longer than necessary, and how to manipulate it and feed it and then turn that into money—it’s my one skill.
And I’m fucking amazing at it.
Knowing the men to avoid and the women to befriend—it’s like a superpower. Chemistry is the secret that turns the world around.
Fuck love.
It’s chemistry that gets shit done.
Like an idiot, I thought I knew attraction inside out, from every angle—when you only have one skill, you tend to lean on it pretty hard.
But then I met Jack.
And it wasn’t love at first sight—that’s for children and idiots. For people who don’t fuck their high school science teacher just so they can pass a class.
It wasn’t even fear at first sight. That came much later.
But it was chemistry, so much chemistry my whole world blew up.
And me with it.

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“You need anything?” I asked above the sound of the crowd and the band.
He shook his head.
“A drink or whatever?”
Still he didn’t look at me. He kept scanning the crowd like I wasn’t there.
“Who do you think you’re kidding?” I asked with a laugh that finally got his attention. “Yeah,” I said. “You’ve been staring at me all night.”
He looked at me again, a sly second, a bright moment and I felt the shimmy of interest, the cat curl of desire.
Oh, you man, you don’t know it yet. But you are mine.
“Part of my job,” he said, pretending that there was something more interesting than me happening over my shoulder when we both knew that there wasn’t.
But I liked the show of it, the game.
“Watching me is part of your job?”
“Watching everyone.” Oh, he was telling me I wasn’t special. Except I was. I was pretty fucking special.
“Your loss,” I said and walked back into the crowd to do my job.
Trouble, a voice whispered in my head. A voice that sounded very much like my sister’s. This man is trouble and you know it. You feel it.
But wasn’t that the problem?
I loved trouble.

Read Snippet #3 NSFW
My moan was a garbled what and more combined, and he seemed to understand my stupid language because he gave me more. His lips found my neck and my head fell sideways, my legs spread wider, and he rolled my clit under his finger like it was a pebble. The bottom of my foot began to burn, some random nerve going berserk, and his tongue traced the curve of my ear, and somehow it was all enough.
It was barely anything really. His tongue and the touch of his finger, but I felt myself about to come. The great wave of a rogue orgasm spreading out through my body and then—
He stopped.
“What?” I breathed, my eyes open to find him a few inches from me. So intent. So dark and wild. “Why did you stop?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Just like this. Just on the edge.” He touched me again, his finger against my clit as if to hold me there.
“Please,” I breathed. This game was not unfamiliar, but I’d never been so willing a player in it. I’d said these words before but now, in this increasingly cold car, with this sometimes cold man, I meant them down to my blood vessels.
“And now,” he said, with a slice of a smile. “You beg me. How did I get this lucky?”
I would fall to my knees in front of this man. I—in fact—could not wait to do it.
“Please,” I moaned. “It hurts.”

Molly O'Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.

She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn't looked back. She loves exploring every character's road towards happily ever after.

Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she's not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.

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