Friday, April 18, 2014

Blog Tour: In Pursuit by Olivia Luck

Welcome to our stop on the In Pursuit blog tour!

Title: In Pursuit
Author: Olivia Luck
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 11, 2014

Eddie Neff needs space. Not the type that country stars croon about, but physical distance from her emotionally distant father and the tatters of a broken relationship. So when the opportunity to relocate her life and interior design business arises, the answer comes easily.

Adjusting to life with Claire, her gregarious new roommate, is more than simply testing comfort limits. With just one meeting, Eddie finds herself unable to resist the draw of Harris Grant, Claire’s brooding and overprotective older brother.

Harris doesn’t fit her idea of a safe relationship. He pushes Eddie to face her deepest insecurities and fears of abandonment. And Harris holds on to his own painful loss, unable to overcome personal demons.

Eddie and Harris must learn to conquer their internal struggles. But as they navigate their new love, outside forces fight to drive them apart.

Author note: In Pursuit is the first book in a two book series. Intended for 18+ readers

The next week begins uneventfully. Claire and I go about our normal work routines, and things are peaceful. I know that this won’t be a long term living situation for me, but this existence works for the time being. Of course, the absence of Harris probably has made her more relaxed. I haven’t seen or heard from him since Saturday evening. Now, Wednesday night, I’m antsy for another encounter. Sarah’s right, I need to get his number and make things happen.
I’m working on dinner when the front door opens and closes more softly than usual. I’m in the middle of singing to myself, On my Own from Les Miserables, when he starts making his way into the condo. I do not hide my voice from him, instead I work through the words of the song, emoting the loneliness held in the lyrics.
Before I see him, I feel him. The way my heart starts galloping in my chest, the knife becoming slippery in my damp palm. My skin starts to tingle, still humming in appreciation from his earlier touches. I sing softly to myself, the words slipping out. I don’t feel the usual rush of shyness. He should see this side of me.
When our eyes connect as he enters the kitchen, I know he’s feeling something, too, by the way that his eyes soften at the sight of me and his lips flicker upward for a half second. I cut the song short, ending before the singer professes her love.
Neither of us speaks as he crosses the galley kitchen. I avert my eyes back to the task in front of me as he moves behind me. He places one palm on either side of countertop, caging me in.
I concentrate on my breathing, but it doesn’t help the racing of my heart or the butterflies of excitement fluttering in my stomach. We’re not physically touching, but every pore of my body hums with energy.
“Do you feel that?” he asks huskily.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His cheek brushes against my hair in an achingly tender gesture.
His arms drop and he puts distance between us, his features oddly calm.


Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.

Release Day Blitz: Eraser Blue (Eraser Volume 2) by Megan Keith

Happy Release Day Megan!!  Eraser Blue (Eraser Volume 2) was everything I was expecting ... I just loved the way you gave us so much more Sir and Mack and yet still built my expectations for the next instalment.  Just love this series!!

Book Title: Eraser: Blue (Eraser, volume two)
Author: Megan Keith
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: April 18, 2014
Cover Designed by: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs

He was mysterious, brooding and sexy.
She was his for only one night.
It was a night she would never forget.
His rules have changed.
Now he’s back. He’s staking his claim.
He is done with waiting.
He is the powerful drug that Mackenzie craves.
She wants more - wants him - whoever he is...

NOTE:  This novella picks up right where the first one ended, you need to read that first.

Haven’t read Eraser yet?  Get volume one for only 99c!


A man with no name.
Once a week he frequents the bar where Mackenzie works.  He orders the same drink, scotch on the rocks, and he sits back on the same lounge chair, quietly watching… waiting…
He has money - that much is obvious.  He wears his tailored suits well.  He smells divine, of expensive cologne, and orders his scotch from the top shelf.
He drinks alone, but he never leaves that way.  With a snap of his fingers, a flick of his eyes, a glimmer of a smile, he gets the attention of the most attractive women in the bar.
This time his focus is on Mackenzie.  Instead of feeling nervous Mackenzie is enthralled, intrigued…
and aroused.

Purchase Links:

Eraser: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

Eraser Blue: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Book Blast: A Blue Tale by Sarah Dosher

If you haven't picked up a copy of A Blue Tale by Sarah Dosher you are missing a fabulous read.  Eli Blue and Deacon Chastain have chemistry like you wouldn't believe!!  There is a ton of stuff in the post to give you a great feel for just how wonderful this book is.  The playlist is fabulous, I've listened to it over and over!!  Go check it out and if you haven't grabbed a copy do so now, while it's on sale!

The rock legend’s daughter…
Eli Blue Savage doesn’t trust musicians, especially those that idolize her dad. Her heart’s been
broken by everyone she’s ever loved. Fairytale dreams and the music she locks inside her heart are all that keep her alive.

The musician with a dark past…
Deacon Chastain plays a blue guitar to match his rock idol, the man that saved him from a path of destruction. His life revolves around music; it’s the only thing that saves him from the darkness.

Hearts beat to the same rhythm…
Broken and scarred by their pasts, can they find a way to heal and move forward? No matter the adversity, even the hardest of hearts can be softened by love – music is easy; life is hard.

Eli Blue

“Deacon! Deacon! Deacon!” the hoard of girls chanted, as they pushed and shoved, trying to get closer to the empty stage.

The unmistakable sound of a Fender Stratocaster echoed through the small arena, inciting the masses even further. The crowd was a living, breathing entity all its own that swayed and surged with every note. As the opening guitar solo edged forward, I could smell sweet excitement filling the air; unfortunately, the scent was dampened by sweat and stale beer.

“C’mon, hurry your ass up!” I shouted to my friend, Willow, before I started weaving through the flesh-hungry mob. Willow wrapped her arms around my waist trying not to get trampled.

After elbowing every single person in our path, we finally reached the barricade a few feet from the stage. Immediately, we were greeted by a snarling security guard that wasn’t happy to see us ascending into sacred territory. He held up his hands in a silent plea for us to stop, which did nothing but make me roll my eyes. I’d never felt entitled to things in my life; however, free reign at this place was a given, and the only thing I ever demanded.

I flashed the sweetest smile I could manage, and was just about to inform him who my dad was, when a man dressed in a business suit gestured for the guard to let us pass. I smiled at the suit and he returned the gesture with a nod of his head just before he disappeared behind a door leading under the stage. Realization of who I was, or actually who my dad was, flooded over the guard’s face. His eyes grew wide and reverence appeared – with a touch of pity.

“That never gets old.” Willow yelled in my ear over the screams and hollers for the concert to begin.

“What?” I shouted back.

“When they finally realize you’re someone important and retreat.” She laughed.

I shook my head. “But I’m not.” I informed her.

“Yes, you are, Elizabeth, and it won’t be long ‘til I’m someone special, too.” She said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes at her before turning my attention back to the stage just as a single light began to rise. The guitar solo slowly faded and was followed by the pounding of a kick drum. Boom, boom, boom. I could feel my heart mirror the slow, methodical beat. Boom, boom, boom.

Anticipation built within me causing heat to cover my body, and sweat to roll down the middle of my back. Music always had a way of exciting me. I’d grown up with it - I’d never known anything different. Even when I’d been shielded from its harsh glare, a constant rhythm still flowed through my veins.

A shadowy figure appeared at the center microphone directly in front of us.

“Oh shit there he is, there he is!” Willow screamed, jumping up and down.

I burst into laughter because I’d never seen her act like this before.

“Damn girl, calm down! He’s just some lead singer. We’ve definitely met our fair share before.” I placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her to calm down.

She pointed toward the stage, “Duke’s different—dear Lord is he different. Just wait ‘til you hear him sing and you’ll be ready to rip his clothes off, too.”

“Fuck me, Duke!” echoed behind me. I turned to see a leggy blonde with the brightest red lips I’d ever seen, flashing her tits at the stage. I’d never understand how any woman thought that would help her chances at snagging a man. Sleazy desperation was never attractive on anyone, no matter how much lipstick you tried to cover it with.

A low, sexy growl came through the sound system, drawing my attention back to the stage. Standing center stage was a towering man wearing nothing but black leather pants. His long blonde hair hung down his back and teased the crowd by subtly camouflaging his muscles that appeared to bulge in all the right places.

“That’s him, that’s him.” Willow shouted, digging her nails into my upper arm.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, he looks good, but I need to hear him first.”

“He plays guitar, too. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t drag you here for a singer that didn’t play, too.”

I smiled at my best friend because she knew me well. Although I tried hard not to pass judgment on him before I actually heard him sing, his cliché appearance was definitely a strike against him. He was too flashy for what I wanted. I wanted old fashioned musicians that played for the love of their craft. Not someone that was just in it for the glitz and glam.

Willow dragged me here tonight in hopes I’d sign her favorite new band to my dad’s management company; technically, it was my management company now, even though I refused to call it that. Savage Man had become mine four years ago on my eighteenth birthday. Before that my mother almost ran it into the ground from the day her guardianship of me granted her the right.

My dad hadn’t been a part of my life since all the glitz and glam took him from me when I was barely thirteen years old. Not nearly old enough to know how his absence would affect my entire world, let alone how he’d want me to lead his brainchild.

Willow’s band, The Elle’s, was the first band I signed when I officially started working at Savage Man full time last month, after graduating college. An all girl rock band, no one could go wrong with the way these girls looked, not to mention their amount of talent. Simply, they kicked ass. The only problem was the estrogen induced drama that occurred on a daily basis. But Willow had been the only constant in my life, and I’d do anything to help her achieve her dreams.

“Hey, are you even listening to him?” Willow whined.

“I’m listening,” I snapped. I was definitely listening, and his voice was impressive. Clear and smooth, just like she’d said it was.

The bridge of the song played and the lead guitar picked up, sending chills dancing across my skin. I moved to my left and on to my tiptoes, trying to peer over the tall stage, but couldn’t see the guitar player. His half of the stage was too dark; the only beam of light focused on Duke, who was busy grinding his hips in the direction of every female he could find.

“Deacon Chastain.” Willow said with a huge smile. “That’s who you’re looking for over there. He doesn’t come out of the shadows very often. Apparently he likes to sulk back there and be all broody.”

“He’s damn good. Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

Her eyes gleamed with orneriness. “Because I wanted you to discover him for yourself. Just wait; there’s a hell of a lot more to see.”

Song, after song played and I still hadn’t seen more than a glimpse of Deacon through his shroud of darkness. Still, the sounds that came from his guitar kept me entranced. I’d stopped listening to the song as a whole, only feeling the vibrations of his picked guitar strings darting through my core. They felt so familiar, like I’d never listened to anyone, other than him, play.

“We are Unforgiven, and we hope we rocked you as hard as you rocked us tonight. If not, be sure and let us know, so we can tell you to go fuck yourself.” Duke shouted and the crowd cheered. “Ladies, don’t forget the line for the backstage freaky train forms to your left by the big bald security guard. As always, the last song of the night goes to our fearless founder and leader, Deacon.”

I expected the crowd to go wild with more sexual favor declarations from the half-naked Barbie’s all around me, but there was only complete silence. Duke dropped the mic with a shrill shriek, and the entire room immediately went black.

A dim light from the back of the stage slowly arced across the venue, stopping and illuminating someone sitting on a bar stool with a black hoodie pulled over his head. Now backlit, the figure became a dark and menacing presence. A microphone stood in front of him, waiting to be used, while a large guitar rested on his leg. Willow pulled on my arm and moved closer.

“That’s Deacon.” She said softly into my ear. “This is their end of the show tradition - same song at the end of every show.”

The sound of his knuckles cracking filtered through the stillness as a bright spotlight illuminated the front of his guitar. I gasped. It was my guitar; my dad’s guitar. I knew every single inch of my dad’s guitar and this was identical, even down to the bright blue details. I felt my heart fall to the floor, shattering into a million jagged pieces. He was another one, another guitar player obsessed with my dad. I found them everywhere, or more accurately, they found me. I think some of them had a tracking device attached to my ass with how quickly they could locate me. I’d spent my life fighting off Kirk Savage wannabes. Which never made sense to me—I’m his daughter, so their path to becoming my “Rock God” dad should not include them vying to be in my pants.

I heard Deacon slowly inhale then let out a long, steady stream of air. Not a nervous gesture, but a prayer for strength. He lightly strummed his guitar and the sound invaded my senses. He played a slow, light melody that had tears burning my eyes.

His fingers moved over the smooth strings, creating one of the most genuine sounds I’d ever heard—every movement of his hand giving voice to the desires of his heart. I’d been around enough musicians to know that was the only way a mere human could compose such a melody, and in that moment, our hearts were beating to the same rhythm.

His voice rang through the calm bar and every eye was turned, hanging on his every word. His voice was light and rough, his words ran together, just barely clear enough to understand.

Take her now; you need her more than I
She hasn’t ever truly been mine
Strike your claim; it’s been too long
I’ve been fighting, but you’ve won
There’s no way, don’t hide your eyes
Unused, unwanted, unclaimed

Some of my earliest memories were of me, sitting cross legged in the middle of my dad’s studio, intently watching the faces of musicians as they poured their heart and soul into their gift. My dad used to say, if the fans didn’t feel like they’d lived an entire lifetime in his shoes after he performed, then he needed to find another job. “Maybe an accountant,” he’d joke, “they don’t need emotions.”

Music has always been the driving force in my life. It soothed my fears when I was overcome, and guided the way when I was lost. I looked to music like a religious man looks to his God – and it had yet to let me down. If Deacon’s face wasn’t covered by the darkness, I knew I would see every emotion evoked by his words. Music was easy, life was hard. Each haunting syllable he uttered crawled deep into my soul.

“Holy shit, are you crying?” Willow shrieked from beside me, and then laughed.

I touched my cheeks and felt wetness; I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I wiped it away before turning to look at her.

“No, I wasn’t crying. Are you crazy?”

“Bullshit Elizabeth, you were freaking cryin’ and don’t try to deny it.” She pointed her finger in my face and shook her head at me.

“Whatever, c’mon.” I said, looping our arms together and heading toward backstage. “Do you, or do you not, want to meet Duke?”

“Damn right I’m gonna meet him; gotta meet him before I can make him put a ring on it.”

She said with a laugh.

A Blue Tale was a quick, easy and engaging read.  The chemistry between Eli Blue and Deacon Chastain was intense and made all the more meaningful through their original connection. 

I loved Eli as a character.  Thrown into the spotlight through her father’s music career, and her mother’s selfish aspirations for her own success, she grappled with relationships, questioning people’s motives for wanting her around.  The one constant in her life has been Shaw, but Eli is forced to question that relationship and discovers the difficulty in separating love from that feeling of safety you get with someone you are intimately familiar with.

Deacon is an intense, brooding musician, with a bit of a checkered past.  Loyal to a fault, his past causes many challenges for him and just as he starts to connect with Eli it rears its ugly head once again and Deacon must choose between loyalty to his past and the possibility of his future.

There is enough of everything in this story, without it feeling cluttered or overdone.  Relationship development between the characters is well paced and there are ancillary characters that add mystery and drama to the story.  You won’t have to work hard to enjoy A Blue Tale, and I would absolutely encourage you to check out the Playlist on Spotify - it’s fabulous!

4 out of 5 stars

Sarah Dosher was born and raised in rural Oklahoma where she currently resides with her cowboy husband and twins (one cowboy and one cowgirl). She spends her day slaving away in healthcare and her nights pouring her heart out to her keyboard. She is addicted to books and The Golden Girls. Her love for reading inspired her to start her writing journey.

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BlogTour: Paradise Taken and Saving Us by C.M. Hutton

Today we're sharing two books with you - Paradise Taken and Saving Us by C.M. Hutton.

Title: Paradise Taken
Author: C M Hutton
Genre: Adult Contemporary R0mance
Publish Date: June 22, 2013
Publisher: Independent Published
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

Based on true events.

Four lives, intertwined by friendship and business, whose true story was more devastating than fiction.

Rob and Kaye were thrilled to be moving to the island of St. John with dear friends, Jake and Claire. The men were going into business together and relocating with their families to the beautiful tropical paradise. It was a dream come true for the longtime friends.

But, when feelings are revealed and temptation takes control, one friendship turns from lust to love and no one can walk away unscathed.

And, one person's ultimate decision leaves everyone lost and devastated.

Rob was sitting near Jake and Claire and motioned for me to join him on the lounger. I put my finger up indicating I needed a minute as I still had to see the caterers out. Rob winked at me and smiled, reminding me of Jake’s odd response earlier in the evening. I smiled back as I tried to ignore my thoughts.

Eventually, I made my way over to my husband and crawled into the chair with him. Jake’s eyes never left me, but Rob didn’t notice. It should have been unnerving, but it wasn’t. I snuggled deep beside my man, laid my head on his muscular chest, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was my home.

I felt Rob stirring and realized I’d fallen asleep in his arms in the lounger. He was still chatting with Jake about work stuff, and I started to get up, but he pulled me back down and held me in place.

“Don’t leave. We were thinking of going for a night swim.” Rob grinned. I knew what that meant. He loved to swim naked with me, but I certainly wasn’t going to do that with Jake and Claire here. He chuckled at my raised eyebrows because he knew I was about to protest, so he whispered, “With suits this time.”

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Title: Saving Us (Sequel to Paradise Taken)
Author: C M Hutton
Genre: Adult Contemporary R0mance
Publish Date: February 6, 2014
Publisher: Independent Published
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

Our love affair wasn't what everyone wanted it to be. It was raw and full of absolute joy

and unbelievable pain. My love for another woman had consumed me for years and now that Kaye was mine, I wasn’t ever letting her go. I knew the consequences of our affair would be devastating to our families, but I was too selfish to walk away.

My beautiful Kaye was having my baby and we were determined to get our happily ever after....until one day, one event, one conversation threatened it all.

"I had to know what went wrong. My stomach was sick with grief and I didn't know what to do next or even how to help Kaye. I needed to get to her. It didn't matter what Rob or Claire thought. No one could stop me from going. I knew she needed me. I could feel it deep in my soul." - Jake

The pain in Kaye’s eyes was almost too much for me to bear. I knew she loved me and wanted to be with me, but having Rob and the kids standing there when we drove up was painful for her. I wanted to force her back into my car and drive away. I knew that would never happen. She loved her kids too much, and she still cared a great deal about Rob.

I was certain their kids knew nothing about the baby being mine. It appeared that the affair wasn’t a big surprise, but apparently, the paternity was a secret. That didn’t matter to me—not at that moment. Reluctantly, I got in my rental and drove away from the love of my life and my baby. I needed to give Kaye some time with Rob and her kids. I hated it, but I didn’t really see a choice. As I drove back to our hotel, I thought about how things could have been all these years had I just told Kaye about my feelings while we were in college. I didn’t regret my life with Claire, and I certainly didn’t regret my children, but they’d never fully had my heart. It belonged to someone else and the life I’d missed out on.

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I’m a wife, a mom of three, a friend, an aunt, a sister, a daughter and a teacher. Now, I can add writer to my list! I’ve always wanted to write and finally found inspiration and support to do it.

I live near Austin, Texas with my family and love to read and travel. Put me on a beach with a good book and the world just disappears around me.

Paradise Taken was my first novel and is a highly emotional book based on true events. Its sequel (Saving Us) is due out February 2014.

Loving Her was the second book I wrote after needing a little time off from Paradise Taken. It is a story close to my heart.

I love that you are willing to take a chance on a new writer and promise to keep striving to put out great books!

If you don't like my books, that's okay. Just please be gentle on my fragile ego. ;)
I'd love to chat with you, so look me up on any of my social pages.

Happy Reading. :)

CM Hutton

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