Saturday, November 05, 2016

Release Blitz: Tommy Boy

TOMMY BOY IS LIVE!

Author: Sloane Howell

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BLURB
Can your whole life change in one moment?
Away at college, Crystal Castles Clark loves programming computers and playing video games. She doesn’t have time to waste with relationships that are going nowhere and jerks that just want to get in her pants.
Tommy Blackwell lives with his buddy, Joel, in a house off campus while he works on finishing up his programming degree. He’s not looking for a girlfriend, just trying his best to please his family and pass his classes with the least amount of effort possible.
What happens when two people who seem born for one another cross paths? Should they embrace their attraction or fight it for the sake of appearing normal? Can one event change everything in the end just as surely as it did in the beginning?
*Tommy Boy is a prequel novella to Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series and both can be read independently in any order. For 18+ readers only. This story contains scalding hot sexy times, alpha male tendencies, and sweet moments sure to make you swoon.*


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Friday, November 04, 2016

Release Blitz: Suddenly Together







Book 2 in the Dirty Texas Series
(Can be read as standalone)


SHE WAS EVERYTHING I ALWAYS WANTED

I’m Christian Taylor, world famous guitarist of Dirty Texas. I’m a certified rock god, I have a reputation, tattoos and a body made for sin. One look from me and I’ll melt your panties.

There isn’t a woman out there who has ever said no to me, except Vanessa Roberts, the one woman I want above all and can’t have.

HE WAS EVERYTHING I COULD NEVER HAVE

Never fall in love with a rock star, it will only lead to heartbreak. Well that’s easier said than done especially when that rock star is your best friend, room-mate and client.

Christian is off limits, I’ve learnt the hard way to never mix business and pleasure but after five years of resisting him, my resolve is starting to crumble.

One little taste can’t hurt, can it?


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Thursday, November 03, 2016

Book Tour & Review: Preppy

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The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!


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Blurb
Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.
For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it's meant to be read after Soulless.


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Excerpt

“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.
“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”
“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”
When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.
The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.
“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.
I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”
“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.
I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.
“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”
With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.
She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.
“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”

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About the Author:
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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.
She’s never looked back.

Visit her at www.tmfrazierbooks.com for news, information, and appearances.

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Review by Brandi

5 “I Can’t Keep You” Stars

We’ve been waiting for what feels like ages to see Preppy’s story and finally the Evil Ginger gives 

us what we want. Preppy Part I:The Life and Death of Samuel Clearwater is everything I could have asked for in a book. Well, except finished. This is only part one of three and the cliffhanger leaves me wanting more. So. Much. More.

Preppy may be one fucked up individual, but that doesn’t mean we don’t want him to find love. In fact, I think we want it more for him than any of the others because of his fucked-up-ness.

Dre is a junkie. That’s it, plain and simple. She shows up at one of the Granny-Growhouses with her two junkie “friends” and it is there her story change. It is in that house, with Mirna, that Dre learns that she is fucking with the wrong guy. 

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.

We all know Preppy likes violence. A little bit of pain gives him the pleasure he seeks. Sometimes he needs more than a little. And it doesn’t need to be his pain. After an extra shitty childhood (and that’s putting it very mildly), he needs more than most. More weed. More coke. More alcohol. More pain. More. Just. More. 

Work was all I did. Well, and I watched some porn. And then there was that wee bit of blow I did. While watching porn. And the smidge of weed I smoked. With that waitress from Presto’s who takes it up the ass like it’s her fucking job. I motherfucking digress.

When Preppy and Dre collide, sparks fly, tension fills the air, and the sex is to fucking kill for. 
”I don’t think you can kill someone a little bit.” “Oh, well then, a lot a bit. I killed him a lot of bit.” But does everything end with death? Do Preppy and Dre flame out before they even get a chance? ”He hurt you and he paid for it.” “You are hurting me!”Dre screamed. I dug my fingers harder into her skin. ”So make me pay.”

Dre is an addict and Preppy needs something that not everyone can give. But can the two help each other? Can they give the other what they need to survive, to exist? 

”You want to be high? You can be high on me. You want to take the edge off? I’m gonna do just that, baby.”

These two are electric on the page. There were numerous times when I wished that I could take Dre’s spot when she was on the receiving end of Preppy’s attention. Despite the crazy happening between the two of them, they are one of the most unique couples I’ve read. I loved meeting them and seeing Preppy before his death. I just love Preppy. Don’t get me confused though, Bear is my man, but Preppy is holding a close second. Oh, and in case you need a super-fucking-hot sex scene. Read this. When you get there, you’ll know exactly which scene I’m talking about.

I didn’t know if he was trying to fuck me or trying to kill me but, either way, I knew after that night a part of me would be broken.

Preppy and Dre. Dre and Preppy. Explosive. Sexy. Dirty. Crazy. 

”Maybe I just want to be the one to ruin you.”

Wednesday, November 02, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: What Might Kill Us

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Excerpt
Walking toward my room I notice my bike propped up on two blue milk crates. I stop in my tracks, my hands balling in my palms so hard my nails cut the skin.
Bull is hunched down, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. No shirt on under his leather vest and grease all over him.
Music plays behind him as his dexterous hands make quick work at the guts of my Fixie. Panic races in my chest. He’s breaking her apart bolt by bolt!
What the fuck? Is he trying to destroy everything of mine?
“Oh I love that song.” I flinch, not noticing Jose standing behind me. “It’s Godsmack‘s Stay Away.” He informs.
“Jesus Christ, Jose, you can’t just sneak up on me like that!” I scorn, clutching my chest. “I could have just punched you in the throat, do you realize that?” He knows what goes on out here, I have to stay on my toes all the time.
“You going over there?” Jose ignores my rant, eyeing Bull over my shoulder. Biting my cheek I turn. My throat bobbing as I watch Bull toss bolts and shit over his shoulder.
My thighs clench on their own, defying the rage poisoning me. Sweat drips from his forehead, black grease streaked among his hard chest. I can’t help the hitch in my breathing.
“Can I have him?” Jose whispers. I blink away the sultry smog clouding my anger and stomp toward the sexy biker.
“Yeah, after I kill him!” I clip.
Bull stands and flicks his cigarette. His movements appearing in slow motion as smoke bellows from his lips. He turns, his back facing me and shrugs out of his cut, throwing it over on the patio. His muscular back inked with the same image that is on the vest.
I narrow my brows, trying to remind myself of the mission at hand.
Holding my hand out I hesitate on if I should touch him or turn around. I look over my shoulder and see Jose looking at me like I lost my mind.
Maybe I have.
Inhaling a large breath, I poke Bull in the shoulder as hard as I can.
His skin is slick with sweat and hot to the touch. The contact shooting warmth through my finger and through my body before igniting in my toes.
He looks over his shoulder, a hard look on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snarl.
He lifts his chin and smiles. Fucking smiles.




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What Might Kill Us by M.N. Forgy releases November 7th!

Now Available for Pre-order!


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Blurb
Brotherhood is what Bull bleeds and all that he knows.
Being the king of The Devil’s Dust and surrounded by easy women was his everyday… until having his heart broke rooted him to the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
Heartbroken, and drowning in lost memories he’s unsure of the direction of his life, when the answer – consisting of a terrified Mexican girl- nearly knocks him off his feet.
Determined to get his act together and rectify his club, he rides to Texas for answers, only to be confronted with the emotional ghosts he isn’t ready to deal with.
He sees Anahi, and he wants her.
But she may come with more baggage than Bull is ready for.

Anahi used to be prim and proper. She used to wear dresses and keep up appearances to impress people she didn’t know. I guess you could say she was a fucking lady.
But that was when she lived in Mexico with her parents.
Before her uncle turned on her.
Before, the only man she ever loved, her step-brother, betrayed her.
Before she was forced to be a drug mule for the Cartel.
Evening gowns a lost memory, expensive heels traded for boots, and a nine millimeter in her hand instead of a limited edition purse. Anahi sets aside everything she’s ever known including the fairytale stories her mother told her about America.
She’s angry, determined, and looking for a way out.


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About the Author
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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.


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