Tomorrow’s Lies By S.R. Grey ♥ Cover Reveal

Title: Tomorrow’s Lies

Series: Promises #1

Author: S.R. Grey

Genre: New Adult/Coming of Age Romance

Cover Design: Hang Le

Release Date: October/November 2015

Blurb

When today’s promises become tomorrow’s lies, how can you believe in anything . . . or anyone?

Jaynie Cumberland has no idea how to trust again, so she’s given up on trying. Dumped in to the state foster care system at age fourteen, Jaynie spent three years treading water, just trying to get by.

Still, Jaynie always knew she was broken in some way. After all, why did her own mother abandon her? And following a harrowing experience at her first foster home, Jaynie’s worst fears are confirmed, leaving her feeling worthless and shattered.

Now Jaynie counts the days till she turns eighteen and can go out on her own. All she wants is to be free of everyone and everything. But before that can happen, she must make it through the next few months at one final foster home. There Jaynie meets a gorgeous, albeit rough-around-the-edges, boy who is dealing with the repercussions of his own turbulent past.

Flynn O’Neill is immediately taken with this new, fragile girl. He becomes determined to show Jaynie there is more to life than hurt and pain. Unfortunately, this new home they live in, one that promised to be a haven for unwanted kids, is more like a living hell.

So what do you do when you’re trapped and there’s no way out?

What if you fall in love and protecting the other person becomes the most important thing in your life?

What if something unthinkable happens, testing your love, and the stakes are raised higher than ever? Will you come out unscathed? Can today’s promises be kept? Or will they simply become more of tomorrow’s lies?

Tomorrow’s Lies is a beautiful story of an all-consuming love and broken people building a family out of nothing. It’s about never giving up, even in the face of adversity.

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Excerpt

“Today’s promises are nothing but tomorrow’s lies. Isn’t that what you once told me?”

“I didn’t mean for it to ever apply to us, Jaynie,” Flynn says.

“But, it could. We can’t predict the future.”

“Stop it,” he pleads.

I back off, whisper a gentle, “You’ll find me, then?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Say it again.”

“Jaynie…”

Flynn scrubs his hands down his face, then tilts his head back to stare up at the starless night. His eyes are wet, glistening.

He is breaking right along with me.

Author Bio

S.R. Grey is an Amazon Top 100 Bestselling author and a Barnes & Noble #1 Bestselling author. She is the author of the popular Judge Me Not series, the Inevitability duology, A Harbour Falls Mystery trilogy, the Laid Bare series of novellas, and Tomorrow’s Lies. Ms. Grey’s novels have appeared on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists in multiple categories, including #1 on the Barnes & Noble Nook Bestsellers list last year.

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Unfolding Desires (Undone) By Kristy Love ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Unfolding Desires (Undone #3)

Author: Kristy Love

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 10, 2015

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I’d been hurt. But then again, what girl hasn’t?

I wouldn’t let myself fall again.
I was smarter than that.
Used them before they used me—live the way I wanted.
No man was worth a broken heart.

David seemed the perfect match for me.
He scared me and thrilled me.
Tested me and saved me.

But bad habits were hard to break.

Love wasn’t worth the fall.

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Roxie stormed into my life, demanded my attention.

She’d built thick walls around her heart.
I needed to demolish them and claim her.
She fought me at every turn—refused to be tamed.
I wanted her to be mine.

The course of my life changed.
I made selfish decisions.
Lost my way.

I couldn’t hold onto her.

My mistakes haunted me.

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I pulled up outside of my boyfriend’s house . . . No, he was my fiancé now. I pulled up outside my fiancé’s house and looked down at the ring on my left ring finger. It was a simple yet beautiful engagement ring, but it was fitting. Our love was a simple.

Robert and I had been dating for three years, but we’d been best friends since fifth grade. He moved to our town and we just clicked. Immediately. It didn’t become romantic until the sum- mer before our junior year of high school. He kissed me and asked me if I’d go out with him. It was so sweet and unexpect- ed. I’d dated some, mostly casual dates, but Robert never dated. Anyone.

Maybe he’d always been waiting for me.

We were even more inseparable after that. He was my sup- port system when my sister, Cassie, was banished from our fam- ily. He helped me sneak out of my house when things were real- ly bad and my dad’s temper flared.

He was always there.
He was my constant.
And now he would be my husband.
Normally, Robert was super cautious; he had a one-year plan

all the way through a ten-year plan. He was attending college up in Maryland, yet he came home every other weekend to see me. I assumed if marriage was in our future, an engagement would happen nearer to when we were both done with school.

I was still deciding what to do with my life and taking class- es locally until I figured it out. My parents weren’t happy that I was in my second year of school and still going to community college. But I had no idea what I wanted.

Other than getting out of my house. That was what I wanted more than anything.

When he knelt down and proposed to me on the dock, sur- rounded by pink rose petals, I thought I’d melt. I wasn’t normal- ly the type of girl who liked romantic gestures, but romance was in Robert’s bones. He was always surprising me with flowers or chocolates. He even surprised me by taking me shopping. Most boys didn’t like shopping, but not Robert. He was as into it as I was.I loved him so much. Sometimes, though, it felt as though our love was comfortable . . . simple . . . not vivid. But then I thought of how much I loved him, how he’d always been there for me, how he picked me up after my sister left. That’d be enough.

I climbed out of the car and shut the door. I walked toward his sidewalk and paused for a second. There was a bright red hatchback in his driveway. His parents were out of town this weekend, so it wouldn’t be one of their friends. I shook off my curiosity and hurried toward the door. My parents were thrilled about our engagement and wanted to go to dinner tonight to celebrate.

Okay, my mom was excited and wanted to go to dinner. I hadn’t heard from my dad, which wasn’t unusual. I had tried to get in touch with Robert for the past couple of hours and he didn’t answer, so I decided to stop over after I was ready. I wore my red dress, which was his favorite on me. I had on black heels that made me just a little taller than him, but he didn’t mind.

I opened the front door. I’d been coming here for most of my life and Robert’s parents considered me family. I’d been just walking in forever.

“Robert?” I called, peeking my head around the door. “You here?”

I heard a deep, masculine grunt. My heart pounded, won- dering what was going on. I stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind me. A balled up shirt on the floor caught my eye. My brows furrowed as I walked over and picked up the baby blue polo—the one Robert wore earlier when he proposed. Another article of clothing at the entrance to the hallway caught my eye. A pair of jeans, faded with rips in them.

Definitely not Robert’s. He’d never wear something so trashed.

I picked those jeans up and clutched the two articles of cloth- ing to my chest as if they were a shield.

I had a feeling I’d need it.

As I picked my way down the clothing-littered hallway, I heard a rhythmic creaking. My hands shook and my heart pounded in my throat.

What the fuck was going on?

Robert’s door was cracked open and the noises were defi- nitely coming from there. My stomach turned and rolled and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to discover what was behind that door.

At the same time, I couldn’t stop my feet from propelling me forward, craning my neck to peer through the small opening, clothes still pressed to my heart.

How was it that my heart was already breaking?

“Fuck,” Robert moaned. The word grated me. Robert never swore, at least not with me. He didn’t like it. He thought it was crass. A painful lump formed in my throat.

Whatever was behind this door . . . it was going to change everything. I already felt my life collapsing around me, turning upside down. My stomach was in knots and I felt as though I was about to be sick.

I reached forward, nudging the door open inch by inch. The scene in front of me unfolded slowly.

I couldn’t stop the sob from exploding up my throat.

The thrusting and moving limbs in front of me stopped. Cold. Robert cursed under his breath and scrambled.

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From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Professional Writing. When she’s not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.

She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

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Ugly By Margaret McHeyzer ♥ Cover Reveal

Title: Ugly

Author: Margaret McHeyzer

Genre: YA/NA

Cover Design: Book Cover by Design

Release Date: October 2015

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If I were dead, I wouldn’t be able to see.

If I were dead, I wouldn’t be able to feel.

If I were dead, he’d never raise his hand to me again.

If I were dead, his words wouldn’t cut as deep as they do.

If I were dead, I’d be beautiful and I wouldn’t be so…ugly.

I’m not dead…but I wish I was.

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I feel him walking around the house. The floorboards creak, moving with his footsteps. Vibrations are traveling through the floor to where I’m sitting. I close my eyes tighter, and try and hum as quietly as I can.

Please go away, Daddy. Please go away.

My heart is beating fast, and my hands are shaking. I’m trying really hard not to think about what’s going to happen the minute he opens the door.

It’s so quiet now. The only sound is my heart thrumming in my ears. Nothing else. Not a whisper, not a rattle…nothing.

Maybe Daddy’s left, maybe he’s gone to the pub to have a few drinks. Maybe, just maybe, he’s left…forever.

I take a deep breath and just relax for a moment. My shoulders drop and I finally stop rocking. Slowly, I take my hands down from my ears, and I’m so happy because I can’t hear him yelling at me. I can’t hear him at all.

Gradually I begin to unscrunch my eyes from the way I’ve tightly closed them. But something’s not right. There’s light coming into the cupboard.

I don’t even get a chance to open my eyes fully when a rough hand reaches in, latches onto my ponytail and rips me out of the cupboard.

“I told you it’d be worse for you if I had to find you,” Dad says as he drags me by my hair. I’m desperately trying to hold onto my head so he doesn’t rip my hair out, while my feet try to find traction on the dirty floorboards.

“Please, Daddy. Please. You’re hurting me,” I begin sobbing, pleading with him to stop.

“Then your ugly ass should’ve come when I called you. You stupid bitch, you’re a fucking worthless, ugly idiot,” he says. But now his voice is calm as he continues to drag me toward the family room.

That’s when he’s most scary. When his voice is low and his eyes are filled with hate. He throws me against the side of the sofa and takes a step back to look at me.

I look up and can see he’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him. “You dumb, ugly piece of shit,” he says as he paces back and forth in front of me.

“Sorry, Daddy. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry.” I curl into myself, defensively trying to make myself as small as possible.

“You’re just fucking stupid, aren’t you?” he spits toward me, as he brings his hand up to scratch at his chin.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, tears falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he pulled my hair but I don’t dare try and rub the spot.

“You ugly fuck.” He aims a boot at my leg. The pain is instant and my leg feels like it’s shattered.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg again as I bury my face into my hands. But ‘please’ never seems to work.

Nothing does.

I’ve just got to take the beatings, because that’s what stupid, ugly twelve-year old girls do.

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There’s something about the written word that is pure magic.

Possibly it’s the fact there are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and they can create something so beautiful or so empowering they’re capable to change our lives.

How important is it that we break suit and stretch our minds?

I like to think of myself as ‘unique’. My stories aren’t for everyone, and sometimes I may push what you believe to be ‘normal’.

Normal is subjective.

I prefer to be known as a person who’s never been ‘bound by custom’ but is ‘unique by choice’.

I hope you do read and enjoy my stories.

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Bad Intentions By Nacole Stayton ♥ Blog Tour

Title: Bad Intentions

Author: Nacole Stayton

Genre: Mature NA Romance

Release Date: August 6, 2015

She’s careful, but wants to be reckless.

She’s cute, but wants to be sexy.

She’s innocent, but wants to be bad.

When ex-Olympic gymnast, Adaley Knight wakes on her eighteenth birthday she only has one wish, to leave the only town she’s ever known and start fresh.

Finding herself enrolled at a college across the globe, the once modest Adaley is almost unrecognizable. Her new persona dances on the wild side by sinking her teeth into the first bad boy she sees. The only problem is he’s not the least bit interested.

Ryle Benson, baseball extraordinaire and brooding campus bad-boy keeps everyone at an arms length. Things have never come easy for him and the last thing he needs is getting involved with any female.

The tables are reversed as she tries to be bad, tempting fate, and he tries to fight his. The push and pull is half the fun. But what happens when one pushes a little too hard?

“Dare.” Ryle’s voice is cool, calm and collected as he mumbles his answer, like there isn’t another option.

“I dare you to—” Bradley’s interrupted by several females shouting in unison. “Take off your shirt!”

Ryle nods his head to the adorning crowd and grabs the rim of his shirt. Everyone with lady parts around the fire starts to drool. Me included. His movements are slow and sensual, and he doesn’t even bat an eye. Apparently removing an article of clothing in front of a crowd is a typical thing for him to do on a Saturday night. My needy eyes take notice to the “V” that waves hello to me as cloth is lifted from his body.

I melt.

Literally. My body fills like goo, and I wilt until nothing is left but a puddle of want and need.

“Ow ow.”

“Yumola!”

“Sexy beast.”

I feel like I need to wash my ears out. Rolling my eyes, I snatch Tank’s drink out of his hands and down it. Bottoms up.

Nacole Stayton is twenty-something years young and currently resides in the Bluegrass State where she spends her nights writing vigorously. She has a passion for helping others and wears her University of Kentucky gear proudly. While her husband loves all things outdoors, Nacole enjoys the finer things in life, like getting pedicures while reading on her Kindle. She is passionate about her faith, family, and The Vampire Diaries.

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I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn’t just my business, it’s my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all.

She’s the one woman I can’t have.

She threatens everything, and yet I can’t stay away. There’s a beautiful, sexual creature inside this timid girl that’s desperate to claw its way out. I’m going to set it free, even if it brings my empire tumbling down.

I have to believe she’ll be worth all the little mistakes I’ve made

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Joseph leaned back in his chair and his gaze drifted down slowly, taking in the uniform. The red button-down shirt and black necktie, which was tucked into the black waist apron, tied over my fitted black pants. Oh, no. Was I wearing something wrong? The gaze drifted back up to meet mine, and it was heated. No, better. It had a look I’d seen from him before, the look that made my knees go soft.

Lust. But it faded as quickly as it had appeared.

“As much fun as it is to see you,” he said casually, “I’m not up for another round of your wait game right now.”

I steeled my voice to sound strong. “I’m not here to play that. If wait comes from me, you should ignore it. I know what I want.”

“Oh, of course.” His patronizing tone was sharp, but it helped solidify my desire. “You think you’re really ready this time?”

“Yes.”

The conviction in my word gave him pause. “I’m sure you think so.”

This was the moment I’d been desperate for. I’d be damned if I was going to back down. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do it.”

A small smile grew on his lips. How did he make something so innocent look sinful and dirty? “All right, little girl. Take off your apron.”

Easy. I fumbled with the strings in the small of my back and tugged the knot free, then tossed the black fabric onto a nearby table.

“Undo your belt.”

This command was slightly harder to follow. Sensible Noemi raised a warning, but I ignored her. This was a test. I slipped the end of the belt loose from the buckle, feeling Joseph’s dark eyes watching my every move.

“Good,” he said, when it was done. “Unzip.”

“Here?” I whispered. He nodded.

Maybe it wasn’t a test. I tried not to falter or think. Just follow his command. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but my hands trembled.

Pleased surprise streaked his face. I was sure I’d already made it farther than he thought I would. Joseph relaxed in his seat, throwing an arm on the back of the empty chair beside him, as if watching a show.

“Okay so far?” There was an edge of teasing, which I probably deserved.

“Yeah,” I said between deep breaths.

“Pants down to your knees. Your shirt comes up, so when you lean over and put yourself facedown on this table, you’ll show me your perfect ass.”

My need to stay decent was swept away in a tidal wave of desire. You’re going to do it, Noemi. I glanced around the empty dining room. The rest of the staff would be in the kitchen for another twenty minutes. I shimmied the waist of my pants over my hips and down my thighs until they were bunched at my knees. Cold air wafted over my newly exposed legs. My lavender lace panties barely covered my backside and I couldn’t contain the shudder. I was nervous to be doing this where anyone could catch us, but the dark, bad part of me was excited. I was doing it.

I pushed the placemats and silverware out of my way, yanked up my shirttails, and did as ordered, lowering my upper body to rest on the veneer. I was bent over the end of the table, and Joseph shifted his seat to an angle to see me better.

The only sound was his clipped breathing.

“Goddamn. Pull those sexy panties down,” he said, his voice hushed but no less sexy. “I want to see your pussy.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered. His filthy commands set me on fire, and created a line that sensible Noemi couldn’t get across. My fingers clawed at the waistband and pushed my underwear down until it was around my thighs, leaving me naked and vulnerable. Showing Joseph a part of me that few men had ever seen. And I loved it.

“Look at you.” It rang out like he couldn’t believe it. “What would you do if someone walked in right now and saw this? With your ass bare, and your pussy waiting to be fucked?”

I had no thought in my mind, so I picked the only answer I could. “I’d . . . do whatever you told me to.”

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Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.

Bad Intentions By Nacole Stayton ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Bad Intentions

Author: Nacole Stayton

Genre: Mature NA Romance

Release Date: August 6, 2015

She’s careful, but wants to be reckless.

She’s cute, but wants to be sexy.

She’s innocent, but wants to be bad.

When ex-Olympic gymnast, Adaley Knight wakes on her eighteenth birthday she only has one wish, to leave the only town she’s ever known and start fresh.

Ryle Benson, baseball extraordinaire and brooding campus bad-boy keeps everyone at an arms length. Things have never come easy for him and the last thing he needs is getting involved with any female.

The tables are reversed as she tries to be bad, tempting fate, and he tries to fight his. The push and pull is half the fun. But what happens when one pushes a little too hard?

“Dare.” Ryle’s voice is cool, calm and collected as he mumbles his answer, like there isn’t another option.

“I dare you to—” Bradley’s interrupted by several females shouting in unison. “Take off your shirt!”

I melt.

Literally. My body fills like goo, and I wilt until nothing is left but a puddle of want and need.

“Ow ow.”

“Yumola!”

“Sexy beast.”

I feel like I need to wash my ears out. Rolling my eyes, I snatch Tank’s drink out of his hands and down it. Bottoms up.

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Stayton is twenty-something years young and currently resides in the Bluegrass State where she spends her nights writing vigorously. She has a passion for helping others and wears her University of Kentucky gear proudly. While her husband loves all things outdoors, Nacole enjoys the finer things in life, like getting pedicures while reading on her Kindle. She is passionate about her faith, family, and The Vampire Diaries.

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I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn’t just my business, it’s my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all.

She’s the one woman I can’t have.

I have to believe she’ll be worth all the little mistakes I’ve made

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She smiled knowingly. “You should know, I’m used to getting my way.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her statement felt like a challenge and I couldn’t let it go. “Put your hand in your lap and touch yourself.”

“What?” Her mouth fell open.

“I’m not going to repeat myself when we both know you heard me.”

The air heated and crackled with intensity, swirling around us. Would she obey my first command as my submissive?

Her shoulder shifted hesitantly, and I felt hot on the back of my neck. She was doing as told.

“No,” I snapped, when her gaze darted away, checking to see if anyone was watching. “Eyes stay on me. It’s my responsibility that you don’t get caught.”

The outer rim of her irises were a soft, celery green, giving way to tan just before her dark pupils, that dilated now. I pictured her fingertips below her dress, rubbing herself over her panties.

The corner of my mouth tugged upward. “Do you like being a bad girl for me?”

Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her gaze fixed on mine. She nodded.

“Are you getting wet? Is your tight, little cunt aching for my mouth?”

She jolted. “I don’t like that word.”

“Are you telling me that’s a limit? Pull your underwear to the side and get your fingers in there.”

She swallowed a breath and blinked rapidly. The war inside her head was visible in her beautiful eyes. The want to give in, versus the desire to stay appropriate. If things were different, I’d train her so her want to submit would become need.

Her bicep flexed subtly. Power flared and burned in my veins. Now I pictured her finger sliding inside her body.

“It’s not a limit,” she said, her voice tight. “I just don’t care for it. It’s vulgar.”

“Says the girl fingering herself in a crowded restaurant.” I finished the last bite of my dinner. “Go faster.”

Air was sucked in through her parted lips. She wouldn’t come like this. Not sitting up, with other people around, and from penetration alone. But, goddamn, it was hot as sin watching her.

“I want that to be my cock that’s fucking you right now.” I wanted it with every cell in my miserable body. “Do you want that?”

“Yes.” Her dinner had been abandoned. Her other hand clutched the edge of the table.

“Yes, Sir,” I corrected.

Her eyes hooded. “Yes, Sir.”

And . . . I was hard as steel. Fuck.

“Stop,” I commanded. “Keep your hand exactly where it is.”

Puzzlement flooded her eyes, and quickly turned to anxiety when the waiter appeared tableside.

“How is everything?” he asked, his attention on Noemi as he cleared my plate.

She had no choice but to answer. “It’s great.” Her strained voice was enjoyable.

“Are you all finished?” He gestured to her plate, and she nodded quickly. “Any dessert this evening?”

“No, just the check, please,” I answered. He was gone a moment later and her tight shoulders relaxed, but I wasn’t ready to release her just yet. “Put your fingers in your mouth and clean them off.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, both nervous and excited.

Her hand came up quickly, darting to her mouth, but not fast enough. I’d seen the moisture there. She sank them in her mouth, closed her lips around the first knuckles, and drew them out slowly.
Like her meal had been so good, she wanted to lick every last trace from her hand.

“Have you tasted yourself before?”

She flushed, broke the gaze, and looked guilty. “Yes.”

“Look at me.” The edge in my voice was dark, and it came out just a little louder than I wanted it to. If we’d been alone, I would have delivered a physical, negative reinforcement, but I couldn’t do anything from across the table. “Yes, Sir, my filthy girl.”