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Thursday, December 13, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Grave Importance


Grave Importance
Published December 10, 2017 by Perfectly Poisoned Anthologies
Historical Fiction

Synopsis:

It’s 1870 in a rural setting on the outskirts of London. Famed surgeon Dr. Benedict Morrow hosts an elite few surgical trainees at the renowned Morrow Academy of Anatomy and Science.
Though the days of Burke and Hare are long gone, and body snatching and grave robbing a seemingly thing of the past, the supply of high-quality fresh cadavers is still lacking.
Each student of Dr. Morrow must procure a fresh corpse for their very own study, or face expulsion from the prestigious academy.

These hand-chosen students are the best and brightest in the country. They are also devious, conniving, and determined to do whatever they must to stay in the academy and under the tutelage of Dr. Morrow. Even turn against each other is necessary.
In the cards will be manipulation, murder, betrayal, sex, blackmail, and of course, money always talks.

ADVENTURES IN LIFE…AND DEATH
Natalie-Nicole Bates

Dr. Linnea Lyons has it all. She is beautiful, intelligent, witty, and charming. All the things a young woman needs to get her way in 1870.

Tasked with procuring a cadaver for her surgical studies, Linnea decides to use her womanly charms to get what she wants. A visit to the morgue when only the Deputy Coroner, Dr. Cyril Rhodes is on duty, she asks him to allow her to watch his embalming process.

Cyril is enthralled with the dark-haired beauty. After all, it is a rarity to meet a female doctor, let alone one studying the art of surgery.

Linnea senses the good doctor is a bit lonely and perhaps an easy mark to get what she wants.

But will her ambition ultimately be her downfall?

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An Unlikely Union – Sheri Lynn

The first year Dr. Benedict Morrow at the renowned Morrow Academy of Anatomy and Science considers female students, Louisa Becker is honored to be chosen. An ocean away from everything she has ever known and thrust into a highly competitive, if not, demoralizing group of students is arduous. It intensifies once Dr. Morrow tasks them with procuring their own fresh corpse or face expulsion.

Residing in the home of a previous student of Dr. Morrow’s and his teaching assistant, she suspects Edgar Walker guards sinister secrets and she should fear him. Instead, she observes his skill and technique in class and respects him. Intrigued and attracted to the withdrawn, brooding man she watches him from a distance.

One evening following him into London, she witnesses him commit a grisly crime. Louisa and Edgar forge an unconventional relationship involving murder, seduction, lust, ambition, and mayhem.

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BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW –
Jennie L. Morris

An immigrant, Fredrick Wolf has to succeed at Morrow Academy of Anatomy and Science. Not only succeed, he has to prove to his peers that he belongs, that he isn’t a poor local Dr. Morrow accepted out of pity.

Fredrick is willing to do anything to procure a prime specimen for their special assignment. Calling upon his uncle, his partner in crime since their move to England, Fredrick plans to use his uncle’s position at the local gaol to select the perfect candidate.

But not all prisoners are the usual drunkards or petty thieves. Some possess dark secrets, especially the man known in Clayton Bridge as Eugene Wallaby. Biding his time, Eugene sees young Fredrick’s murderous plan as a means of escape, but only if Eugene can survive the night.

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The Tangled Web
Leslie Hachtel

No one wants to be successful as a surgeon more than Scarlett Kensington and no one has as little conscience. She has met every challenge with skill and talent and by out-thinking her detractors. And when the great Dr. Morrow demands his students present a cadaver for class, whose body will it be?

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Bring me to life
Lauren Tisdale

Enzo Mason is a hustler and a thief by nature. After stealing the most valuable thing he's ever stolen, he thinks he's finally on the path to making a good life for himself. His confidence is tested when Dr. Morrow reveals the newest challenge that will decide their fate in the surgical program - procure your own cadaver for study or be dismissed from the Academy. Will the help of a fellow classmate, who happens to be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, be the one thing that helps him achieve his goals or will his luck run out?

Jacqueline Kennison is a stunning newcomer to the Morrow Academy of Anatomy and Science who has caught the eye of a fellow classmate, Enzo. Jacqueline is determined to see her master plan through, even if it means teaming up with Enzo. This choice leads to unforeseen dilemmas that she never expected. Will Enzo be the one to aid in her own self-destruction or will he surprise her by saving her from herself? 

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Skeletons in the Closet
Marie Sterling
Doctor Elizabeth Chandler is top of her class at the Royal College of Surgeons of England and has the world in her hand... until it comes crashing down around her. With the sudden death of her beloved father and her mother's convalescence due to a carriage accident, Elizabeth abandons everything to return to Clayton Bridge and help her family. Traditional medicine has failed to bring her mother back to consciousness, so when she hears of Doctor Benedict Morrow and some of the more unusual requirements of his Academy of Anatomy and Science, this seems like the answer to her prayers. Blackmail, deceit, and treachery are just a few of the lessons she will learn along with her surgical studies.

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I Want Your Body
J.V. Stanley

Miranda O'Reily has been struggling with her grades. In a profession where men are the superior sex, she has a lot to prove to not just her peers or Doctor Benedict Morrow, but to herself. Coming from an impoverished home, she was lucky to have an unknown benefactor paying for her college. The mystery unravels as she tries to identify who this mysterious wealthy individual is all while struggling to meet the intensity of the curriculum. 

Edward Thatcher, the last mortician she saw denied her a corpse because of her gender. Infuriated, she vowed to get a body by any means necessary, even if it meant murder.


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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Knight





Title: Knight
A Club Alias Novel
Author: KD Robichaux
Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 16, 2018



Blurb

Clarice
He’s been my best friend for eleven years, ever since I witnessed his heroism in Afghanistan and nursed him back to health. The young soldier grew into a man I could spend the rest of my life with. But I can never let him know just how much I love him, because not even a hero who lived through a war can survive my past.

Brian
She knows every little detail about me. There’s no one in this world I love and care for more. After years of meeting up on my mercenary missions to spend time together, she’s finally coming to see my home, my club, and meeting my friends, who don’t even know she exists. Will I finally be able to convince my secret lover to tear down her fortress so we can become so much more than best friends?







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Author Bio

KD Robichaux wanted to be a romance author since the first time she picked up her mom’s Sandra Brown books at the ripe old age of twelve. She went to college to become a writer, but then married and had babies. Putting her dream job on hold to raise her family as a stay at home mom, who read entirely too much, she created a blog where she could keep her family and friends up-to-date on all the hottest reads. From there, by word of mouth, her blog took off and she began using her hard-earned degree as a Senior Editor for Hot Tree Editing. When her kids started school, and with the encouragement from her many author friends, she finally sat down and started working on her first series, The Blogger Diaries, her very own real life romance.


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Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Release Blitz: Risky Entaglement

Risky Entanglement by K. A. Harbron
Risky Series Book 2
Published October 2, 2018
Romantic Suspense

Synopsis:

We thought our love was invincible – we’re finding out just how wrong we were. The world has another plan for us and it involves tearing us apart at any cost – even murder. 

Andrea


He gives me everything I have ever wanted, but that doesn’t seem to be enough to keep us together. Doesn’t matter how hard I try, he is ripped from my life and from my heart. What do I do? Fight? Or Flight? Maybe I should just run from the terror that fills our lives now.


Robert

My life is spiraling out of control. I know I love Andrea, but can I give her up to save her? My love for her is destroying us both. The dream of a life we had together is slowly becoming the nightmare that unravels us for good. If you love something, set it free. Right?



You've heard from Andi and Rober. Meet Him…Will you survive?

Chapter 1

HIM (Burn baby burn)




“If she doesn’t hurry up, I’ll light it up myself.” I try to find Gina as she darts around the Kids for Keeps shelter sloshing gasoline in every direction. “Damn it, some precision would be nice. She’s going to have to do that side again.” Unbelievable. This never should have taken this long to start. Sitting in my blue Honda Civic across from Site 21 on the Carson property, rolling my finger over the barrel of the lighter, clicking it reflexively, I watch as the little minion reads my mind and corrects her errors in aim.
 “I don’t know what’s worse, watching her try to hurry, or how fucking sloppy she is,” I snarl, not that she can hear me, not that it would stop me from saying it to her face. She goes around the building again to destroy the evidence. Then I wait for her to get back in the car. I know I need to be patient. This is almost like an art form. It has to be done right. I flick the ash off my cigarette before I bring it to my mouth and take a long, satisfying drag. The smoke intermingles with the lyrics floating through the car. Shakin’ Hands by Nickelback.
Perfect fucking song for the upcoming events tonight.
Leaning back in in my seat, I watch as the shadows move outside the vehicle. The sun slides from the sky and drowns light into darkness. A chill from the outside ebbs into the car through the cracked window and raises the hair on my uncovered arms. The blur of a fast-moving shadow toward the back of the building causes my heart to skip even though I know who it is. I stare at the flames as they dance in the evening. With the wind increasing tonight, the smoke from the fire starts to funnel above the building quickly, the combustion eminent as embers start to spark taking flight on the breeze.
It may be cold outside, but lighting this bitch up will be a warming sight. A simple sacrifice. Two sacrifices actually, the building and the girl.
I have the perfect view. I can’t help but celebrate in how good it feels to watch the sparks. The building starts to hum with energy as flames start to lick the sides of the paneling.
That will make for an interesting burn pattern.
“Come on Red, if you don’t hustle you are going to be left here.” Slow as she is, it’s nice that I found someone who was so willing to please me; whether it’s mindless sex or blowing up a building. I watch as my assistant sprints from one side of the building to the other doubling back to be thorough. “Good girl. Pick up the pace.”
 If my window were open a bit more and the wind shifted, I would be able to smell the fumes – revenge and gasoline.
 I look behind me to make sure that there is still no traffic by foot or car passing through the lot’s entrance. There would be no way out or to hide if that happened, and that would definitely fuck with our plan. Debating on who would take interest at this time of evening, we could hypothetically knock them out until we finish, but then it would get messy with a witness.
Just my luck the whore would just show up at random on this site, wouldn’t she? Funny how she thinks it’s hers. This whole concept, this idea – it’s my site. How she ever thought she would get to take privilege in my ideas, my money and turn them into her own personal profit is infuriating. Andrea being a part of this whole cyclone of fucked up, is about to come to an end. Her days where she rides free off my accomplishments are numbered. I don’t care who she is. This isn’t something she gets to claim. It’s mine. If I have to watch her and MY projects go up in smoke and flames — I will.
“Fucking, thieving, women.” Muttering under my breath, I roll down the window and wave the red haired accomplice over to the car to get in. We can’t be here any longer, done or not. She gets in the car, her body and clothes smell of gasoline, wood damage and singed flesh from electrical burns. Huffing she tries to regain control of her breath. Turning toward me, she waits for my response and next instructions expectantly.
She’s such an obedient girl, nothing like Andrea — she was like a wild untamable bitch. That slut couldn’t take a command to save her life. Complete disobedience. This one is like a dog ready to whelp.
She is a vapid girl compared to Andrea, but at least she is compliant. Of course that’s how Andrea would suck you in – she’d blind you to her ways and play with your feelings. Everything to her — a seduction game, even if it wasn’t hers to seduce. Now I get to repay the favor.
Finally deciding to address the expectant woman in my car, I nod and blow smoke onto her lap. She may be too submissive. Waiting on for me to give her the go ahead — like the lapdog she is. Who wouldn’t lose interest in something so willing?
“You went all the way around the property correct? There is no chance that any of 21’s corners won’t catch on to the burn?” stating more than asking the question, I adjust my ball cap reflexively.
She nods her head in affirmation — her eyes are glossy with excitement. I pull out one of my smokes, light it, and give it to her. She takes it graciously as if it’s a gift of diamonds.
“Good girl, Cupcake. I’m proud of you.” I nod once in approval. “What about the car? Did you put the rest of the rags and containers under it?”
“Actually, I did one better. I doused the whole car and used some paint I found around back to help the flames stick. I even put those extra gel canisters under her car. It’s totally gonna blow up big time.”
“I don’t appreciate any deviations from our plan; G, it’s essential that you don’t change anything,” I grumble as I scrub my face. We don’t need to add anything to this. Simple. Get the job done. Get in. Get out. With the smoke really increasing the haze from the ash, the ease to breathe is getting harder even from inside the car. We need to go. Starting the car and reversing, we start to pull away from the ball of fire. The sound of sirens will be filling the air shortly.
“It’s almost pretty,” she says as she watches our work light the sky. The luminosity coming off the building as it progresses in its fiery death, appears as if it’s a lighthouse against a black sea. Even the shadows remind me of a sleeping dragon inhaling its breath. As if a beast is dreaming, about to be shaken awake from the deepest of sleeps.
 I can’t help but smile with anticipation. Proud that we took from them, thrilled that the Kids for Keeps building ignited so quickly. “Ashes, ashes, they will all fall down.” I hum.



Author Bio:


K.A. Harbron is the coffee addicted mastermind behind the suspenseful, slow burn Risky Series. Writing contemporary novels with a twist, you will never start a book and not want to finish it.


If you asked K.A. what her greatest joys are in life, she would tell you first and foremost would be her kiddo, with a close second in creating worlds through her writing. When it’s time to wind down, K.A. Harbron spends her time running, reading, playing at playgrounds, and enjoying shows like Grey’s Anatomy.


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Release Day Blitz: Definition of Redemption



Definition of Redemption by Lia Peele
Definition of Book 3
Published October 2, 2018
Contemporary/Erotica

Synopsis: 



They were the perfect couple until the day they became the perfect survivors ... 

Scarlett
Six years after suffering two devastating losses Scarlett is on the road to taking her business to another level. For all the things that are going well in her life, her intimate relationships haven’t moved to a level that satisfies her physical and emotional needs.
Putting it simply her personal life sucks. There’s nothing wrong with it, exactly. On the surface everything looks cool but appearances can be deceiving. In Scarlett’s case, they definitely are.

Dev
Walking away from the love of his life shatters Dev into a million pieces. Forced to examine his lifestyle, he transforms his attitude and rebuilds himself from the ground up. Opting to live outside the glare of the spotlight, fate intervenes with an early morning phone call that changes the direction of his life yet again.

Scarlett and Dev exist in the separate worlds they created to recover from their obsession with each other. It hasn’t been easy but it works for them.
Everything changes the day a lucrative business contract with a not-yet-revealed financial source complicates the deal of a lifetime for Scarlett and her organization.
When she discovers who’s behind the life-changing opportunity, her worlds collide and force her to confront what she thought was long gone.
Can she find a way forward? More to the point, does she want to?


** Definition of Redemption is book three in the Scarlett and Dev saga and it should be read after Definition of Craving. The Definition series has its roots in the contemporary erotic romance genre. It therefore contains sex and adult language. You've been warned ... just saying! *** 




After Scarlett/March 2012 

A loud groan wakes me with a start, launching me into the day with a ‘Hell, yeah, get the fuck out of bed’ kind of attitude. It was just me groaning. Nothing new there. My sleeping-self insists on a vicarious existence, remembering everything my lucid-self needs to put behind him for the sake of his sanity.
Nothing good has ever come of looking back. Until Scarlett, that was my mantra. Today though, I’ve got a feeling that my subconscious is way ahead of me. That’s why it woke me from a sleep I wasn’t enjoying.
Turning onto my back, I stretch my full length in the King-size bed, smoothing a hand over the empty space beside me. Scarlett’s place. Or it was until I fucked everything up just by being me.
Twelve months ago today we reconnected after a six-year break. Only the break wasn’t from me, it was from my dad. May as well have been me though, because she never knew I loved her back then.
The sound of my ringtone interrupts my meandering thoughts. I’m grateful it did because they were on the verge of taking me back to that place and I can’t let that happen. Not when I’ve spent the last six months recovering from the stench of Demeter’s toxicity.
Squinting at my phone, the lit up screen reveals it’s just after 10 am and I didn’t get to bed until 3 am. That’s one of the drawbacks of managing a club.
“Yeah,” I croak, wanting to stick my head under the covers and get back to sleep.
“Hello, is that Mr Dev Jackson?” the female voice on the other end of the phone asks.
This’d better not be a call centre. I wanna say, “You’re ringing me, shouldn’t you already know who it is?” but instead I play polite, answering, “Yep. How can I help?”
“I’m calling from the Royal Victoria Infirmary in Newcastle. Mr Robert Taylor was brought in earlier this morning and your contact details were found in his wallet identifying you as his next of kin. You need to come here right away, Mr Jackson.”
She pauses while I hold my breath in my throat, my heart galloping in anticipation of her next words.
“Hold on, please. Let me get this straight. Bob is in hospital and … what’s the matter with him?”
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss the situation over the telephone, but if you come to Intensive Care, we can elaborate then.”
Panic grips me and shakes my shoulders. “Whoa, hang on a second. I’m in Brighton, so I’m hours away. What’s wrong with him? Can’t you tell me?” Switching the phone to speaker, I dash through to the bathroom and turn the shower on.
She ignores my question and instead asks another, “How long will it take you to get here?”
Soaping down, I shout over the sound of the water, “I’m not sure. I’ll have to check the train timetable.”
“I see. All I can tell you is that he’s comfortable, but do whatever you can to get here as soon as possible.”
I know she isn’t gonna give me anything else so I click off, soap off, and dry off.
What the hell? He looked fine when he stayed with me last month. We went for a walk along the pier and he managed that just fine. Yeah, he looked tired when we Skyped a couple of days ago, but when I asked, he brushed it off.
Fuck. I should’ve pressed harder, put more pressure on him. This sounds bad and it has my heart battering against my ribs.
Teeth cleaned and a zap of deodorant later, I quickly stuff my essentials into a small suitcase.
Looking around the small flat, I take a second to gather my thoughts. First thing I need to do is to call my deputy manager. I’ll need someone to cover for me.
“Jeez, you’re up early, Dev. S’up?”
“Hey, Ash, need a favour, mate. I’ve had some bad news. Gotta go back to Newcastle. My grandad’s ill.” He doesn’t need to know Bob is my ex-upstairs neighbour.
“You need me to fill in?”
“Yeah, not sure how long I’ll be, but it sounds bad. The hospital wouldn’t tell me.”
“Just go Dev. Taboo’ll be fine. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do.” I glance at my watch. “Catch you later. I’ll be in touch.”
I hang up and check the train timetable on my phone. There’s one in thirty minutes so I lock up and almost run the ten-minute walk from Taboo to the train station.
It’s a five-plus hour trip so I’ll have plenty of time to persecute myself for not insisting Bob should visit the doctor.
To think that all I wanted to do today was place the booze orders and spend the afternoon at the gym in an effort to knock Scarlett out of my head. I wonder if she remembers it’s been a year.
Even if she does, she’d probably rather forget.

* * *

I squeeze his hand, hoping he can hear me. “Remember that time you, me and Ethel went to Whitley Bay for ice cream? We queued for ages, didn’t we? When we eventually got them, there was so much pecan ice cream on Ethel’s cornet it fell on the pavement and she stormed off in a huff.”
He can’t answer me. He’s unconscious, hooked up to a machine that’s keeping him alive. It’s fucking terrible seeing him lying in the hospital bed looking so frail and grey, with a body that’s shrunk in on itself. It’s as though it’s rehearsing for imminent departure.
When I arrived, they told me he’d had a heart attack in the Post Office. I was thankful he was surrounded by people when he collapsed. If it’d happened at home, he could’ve lain there for days on his own.
I explained that I’m his pseudo-grandson and not his next of kin. After travelling practically the length of the country with just my thoughts for company, I showed them my ID and they finally let me in.
Watching him now, machines helping him to breathe and tubes down his throat, I feel helpless. They said he hasn’t got long. Bob’s life can be measured in minutes but I need more than minutes to tell him everything I wanna tell him.
When I was a raggy-arsed nineteen-year-old I bought the flat downstairs from him and Ethel, with no budget to renovate it. Bob taught me patience and a few DIY tricks. Ethel fed me home cooking.
He instilled integrity into me and showed me how a gentleman behaves around women. Ethel used to say she fell in love with Bob when he stood up to give her his seat on the bus.
His shoulder was the one I needed when I fucked everything up with Scarlett.
He did all that, and so much more, for me and I never even told him how much I loved him. Not properly, anyway. I should add selfish fucker to my never-ending list of defective traits.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wrap my hand around his and lift it to my face. He’s freezing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, the way you were for me. You know I love you and Ethel, don’t you?”
Bob also taught me that real men show their emotions and I should never be ashamed of shedding a few tears. He’d be proud of me now because they’re streaming down my face.
“When you get better, you can take me to the tea dance at the British Legion Club and show me your moves. What d’you say to—”
The alarm sounds on the monitor and it seems like the entire hospital rushes in. I stand back while they work, but I know this is it for Bob.
It’s the first time I’ve seen someone die and it’s fucking horrific.


Author Bio: 

Lia Peele is a British author from the North East of England. 

She’s my alter ego; a creation of my imagination. I resigned from my job so she can write steamy adult contemporary romance. This means I can hide behind her, and she’s given free rein to set my smutty thoughts free.
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