Monday, 3 August 2015

Release Day Launch: Excerpt + #Giveaway: Indulge by Georgia Cates

 


From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal best-selling author, Georgia Cates, comes a steamy new standalone contemporary romance novel.

Beau Emerson is no gentleman.

Those hazel eyes.
That filthy mouth.
That greedy, hard body.

It all equates to one thing. Irresistible.

One look and I know he’ll bruise my lips and scar my knees. He’ll give me the best nine days of my life while ruining me in the most beautiful way imaginable. And I’ll let him because he has the power to talk me into anything.
Except one thing.
Staying.

I have no choice. The things I desire from him will destroy me in the end. I want more than he’s capable of giving––something true and beautiful.
He can never know how much of me belongs to him. Too much is at stake.
Shh … don’t tell him he’s my everything.

My name is Anna James Bennett. And this is our story.











PROLOGUE

Anna James Bennett

Prologue

 

I sigh as I toss the thick legal envelope across the island in Meredith’s gourmet kitchen. The proof of my marriage’s dissolution barely comes to a stop before plummeting over the edge. “It’s final, as of today.”

My best friend, Meredith, squeals. “Yes. This calls for a celebratory drink.”

The word celebratory implies happiness or joy. That isn’t the case for me. My husband of twelve months left me for a nineteen-year-old. A kid. His former student.

Fucker.

He swears nothing happened while she was his pupil.

Liar.

He claims it’s true love.

Dumbass.

Drake’s relationship with Caitlyn is fleeting. She’s an immature teen who wants to play house. The paint won’t dry on the walls of their new apartment before she’s ready to bail.

“I’ve been saving this one for a special occasion.” Ahh. A bottle of Wittmann Westhofener Morstein Riesling. Always rich in body and texture. My favorite.

Gulp. Gulp. The bottle gurgles as Meredith pours far more than three ounces. My glass is three-quarters full when she presses two fingers against the base and glides it across the sleek Carrara marble toward me. I instantly salivate when the essence of honey, peach, mango, and flowers invades my nostrils.

Meredith lifts her glass, cueing me to the toast she’s about to make. “Here’s to the end of an error––your misconception that Drake Langston was a knight in shining armor rather than what he really is—a turd in tinfoil.”

“I know that’s the truth.” I tap my glass against hers before taking the first sip of dry, fruity goodness. Damn, that’s good stuff.

“Capone made sure you got everything you wanted?”

Alec Capone is the most successful divorce attorney in Georgia. He should be with a name like that. “I got more than I wanted, including custody of Little Bastard, since Drake relinquished ownership of him. Caitlyn’s allergic.” I’m epically pissed off about him dumping his cat on me.

“Are you keeping the lil’ guy?”

“I haven’t decided.” Kermit, AKA Little Bastard, has no love for me. Doesn’t matter that I’ve been the one who has fed him his every bite, changed his litter box every time, taken him to the vet for every visit, even the time he was deathly ill from eating part of my foam flip-flop.

“You won’t have a problem if you decide to re-home him. He’s beautiful. Plenty of cat lovers would take him just because he’s a Bengal.”

Kermit was Drake’s trophy cat. Pretty to look at and that’s about it. Much like Caitlyn.

I have no emotional connection to Little Bastard. I’ve tried to bond but he’s resistant. That’s why I’m so surprised by the way I feel when I think of giving him away. He’s resistant to loving me. Just like Drake.

“I got my name back.” That’s what I wanted most. Bennett. My daddy’s name.

The wrinkle in Meredith’s brow serves as a warning. It’s always a prelude to something serious. “I understand those papers feel like a painful ending but that’s because they’re disguising what today is. A new beginning. Grayson and I think it’s important for you to treat this as a fresh start.”

Meredith disappears into the dining room and returns with a gift bag covered in curly ribbon and filled with tissue paper.

“Your divorce gift. Read the card first.”

I open the envelope and read the message aloud. “Congratulations on your divorce. We hated him.”

“No secret there.” I already knew Meredith and Grayson despised Drake.

I rip into the bag, tossing aqua and lime tissue paper in every direction. I’m worse than a child when it comes to tearing into gifts.

I take out each item and place it on the countertop. Sunscreen. Ray-Bans. The ridiculously expensive bikini I lusted for at that expensive boutique in Buckhead. And condoms.

“Sur…prise. Grayson and I are taking you to Jamaica with us next month.”

Umm … not just no. “Forget it. Not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening. We’ve already booked two suites and your airline ticket. First class.”

She’s out of her mind. I’m not going to that place. “Cancel one. Unless you and Grayson plan to use separate suites.”

“Can’t cancel. It’s Wicked Week at the resort so both rooms had to be paid for in full. Nonrefundable.”

This is her way of guilting me into doing what she wants. She thinks I’ll say yes if her money won’t be returned. “You’re so wrong for doing this to me.”

“You need a getaway and we knew you’d never agree otherwise. Don’t be mad.”

I’m not mad. I’m pissed. I’ve already made plans for the next three months. “I’m taking a second job while school’s out for summer. There’s no way an employer will give me vacation time four weeks after hiring me.”

“Maybe not, unless your bosses are Meredith and Grayson Faulkner. Come to work for us and we’ll guarantee you the time off. There won’t be a reason in the world you can’t go.”

Right. No reason in the world unless you consider the fact this all-expenses-paid vacation is for a getaway at a hedonism resort. A freaking no-holds-barred sex retreat.

I’m neither a hede nor a swinger.

Meredith Faulkner has been my best friend since ninth grade. We’ve been through thick and thin. There’s nothing she and I haven’t shared, apart from one huge exception.

Meredith and Grayson practice hedonism. They chase pleasure in any form it presents. They’re also part of a local community known to many as the lifestyle. They’re swingers. Wife Swappers.

Whatever floats their boat is fine by me. I don’t judge. But hedonism and swinging ain’t my thang. I’m not into casual sex. I prefer intimacy with a man I love, and always within the boundaries of a committed relationship.

Call me old-fashioned but I need more than a physical connection. A quick fuck with a person I’ve just met isn’t my cup of tea. Neither is having sex with someone else while my husband watches. Or the other way around.

“Don’t be worried about the money. Indulge is all-inclusive. You won’t be out a dime.”

I am cash-strapped but Meredith knows my resistance is unrelated to my financial status. “I don’t practice hedonism and I’m not a swinger. I have no business going to Indulge.”

“It’s Jamaica, mon! There are plenty of activities that have nothing to do with hedonism or swinging.” She picks up the top of the bikini she just gifted me and holds it up over my shirt. “Think of how great you’ll look on the beach in this.”

I’m not denying I need an escape from this hell I call reality but I don’t want it to be at Indulge, even if all expenses are paid. “Seeing you and Grayson with other people will be a problem for me.”

“Then we’ll ensure you don’t.”

“What kind of things would there be for me to do?”

“Let me grab my laptop and I’ll show you.”

The website for Indulge makes it appear to be a classy establishment. But looks can be deceiving. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Hedonism resorts are like anything else. There are different levels. Go to a hundred dollar a night establishment and you’ll get what you pay for. Indulge is five stars all the way so it’s only the best accommodations and amenities for its guests.”

Meredith navigates to the page of offered activities. The list is huge. “You’ve always wanted to try snorkeling and scuba diving.”

“True.” I wanted an island honeymoon where Drake and I could do those things together. He took me to the mountains instead, the last place I wanted to go, because it was cheaper.

“I know you don’t think so but this is your kind of vacation, Anna James. The pools are luxurious. The beaches are white with the bluest water you’ve ever seen. You’re provided with all the alcohol and food you can hold. Calories don’t count there.”

“Well, that changes everything.”

“The service is magnificent. You can lie on the beach, in this new bikini, and have drinks brought to you by a handsome cabana boy. Who wouldn’t enjoy that?”

I imagine the serenity of being on a Jamaican beach. I envision the sun warming my skin. It lightly glistens with sweat but I’m not hot because the breeze cools me when it blows against my sun-kissed skin. The rush of the waves rolling in and out is steady. It’s my favorite sound in the world. A perfect recipe for relaxation.

My lovely imagery is interrupted by a notion—some old naked coot standing beside me where I’m sunbathing on a lounger. I look over to see who’s blocking the sun and his spunk spitter is staring me down. “I don’t want some dude’s frank ’n beans in my face.”

Meredith bursts into laughter. “Despite what you think, the men don’t go around shaking their balls like maracas.”

“I won’t be hounded?” That would piss me off. And completely ruin my good time.

“You’re a beautiful woman. I don’t think it’s possible for you to not be propositioned.”

I’ve spent my life being compared to a life-size version of Barbie. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, but petite. At five four, I don’t have those mile-long, lean legs like the doll.

I’ve never had a problem with men finding me attractive. Except my own husband. I must have aged out for him since he likes ’em young.

“There’s a policy in place and everyone adheres to it. All you have to say is ‘I appreciate your interest, but no thank you.’ They won’t bother you after that. Harassment isn’t allowed. Anyone who doesn’t abide by the rules is made to leave.”

“But what about the one refusing to take no for an answer?” It never fails. There will be one in the bunch.

“There’s always someone at Indulge who will say yes. They don’t waste their time on uninterested people.” Well, that makes sense.

I hear the garage door lifting. “Sounds like G’s home.”

Meredith beams. Three years of marriage and she still lights up like a candle for him. Yet she’ll have sex with another man. Their marriage is an enigma I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

“Grayson’s comfortable with me going to the resort with y’all?”

“It was his idea. He wants to do something nice for you. Let him.”

G’s a good friend. Loyal. Protective. So much so I thought he was going to kill Drake when he found out what he’d done to me. I adore him for that; it was nice to know I had someone in my corner.

Grayson enters from the garage and is nearly tackled by their golden retriever, desperate for his daily dose of petting from his master. “Hey, Howie. Were you a good boy today?”

“No, he damn sure wasn’t,” Meredith calls outs. “He snuck into the laundry room and stole my favorite panties from the laundry basket. He chewed a big-ass hole in the crotch.”

Grayson chuckles loudly before giving Howie one last scratch behind his ears.

“It’s not funny. It’s the third pair this week.”

My best friend’s husband comes to her and kisses the side of her face. It’s so loving. Normal. Someone looking in from the outside couldn’t possibly imagine the things they do behind closed doors. “Howie knows I like you in crotchless panties.”

Meredith gasps and slaps his arm. “Stop. Don’t say things like that in front of Anna James.”

Grayson grins in my direction. He’s so handsome. Dark hair graying at the temples. Bright blue eyes. I wouldn’t dare share him with another woman if I were Meredith. “My dear wife would totally say something like that in front of you.”

He’s almost right. “No. She would say much worse.”

Meredith winks at me. “I absolutely would but only because I can. I’m her best friend.”

Grayson gestures to the gift bag on the counter. “Is AJ still calling you a friend after opening our gift?”

I pick up the card. “I loved this. And the bikini.”

Grayson smirks. “What about our offer?”

I don’t know what to say. To decline feels like a shitty, ungrateful thing. To accept feels wrong. Wicked.

“Don’t think about what kind of resort it is or what goes on there. It’s the change of scenery and escape from life that you need. Think of it as a palate cleansing.”

All valid points.

A palate cleansing. I like that idea. A lot. “Okay. I’m in.”

Meredith squeals and darts to where I’m sitting. She throws her arms around me and squeezes tightly. “You’re going to have the time of your life. This is going to be a getaway you’ll never forget. I guarantee it.”

I’m certain it will be an experience I’ll never forget. Even when I try.

Now, to find someone to keep Little Bastard.



 
 
 
 
“Oh man, Indulge is HOT, HOT, HOT!! Pair that with a powerful story-line, and I was pulled through each amazing, intense emotion I want to feel when I’m reading a great romance! Loved it!”

A.L. Jackson
New York Times Bestselling Author

“‘Indulge’ is Georgia Cates best book to date; Sexy, Sinful and Sassy. Beau and Anna will go straight to your heart and leave you reading all night, this well written story ticked all the right boxes – 5 out of 5 stars,” 
– Fern Curry, Whirlwindbooks.

"Georgia Cates' Beau and Anna melt the pages in a scorching 5 star read that will leave you panting! Indulge is a titillating love story with an edgy twist. A definite must read!" - Colleen Book Books Books Blog
 
 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderfulhusband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
 

When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.


Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.



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Release Day Blitz: The Secret of Strange Waters by Kelly Hall



The Secret of Strange Waters
The Light Keeper Series # 2
By- Kelly Hall
Genre- YA Paranormal

Unfortunately for Lily Jordan, being a Light Keeper doesn't come with an instruction manual, but neither does being sixteen. While learning to use her powers, she’s confronted with unforeseen obstacles and forced to break her own rules in order to save her circle of friends.
With her mom’s wedding on the horizon, will misinterpreted visions create new enemies who could threaten Lily’s exposure? Will death and heartache ruin the big day? For Lily, the answers only lead to impossible decisions. Does she embrace her powers or abandon them for false normalcy?
Kelly Hall’s second book, The Secret of Strange Waters, proves paranormal powers aren’t always a blessing.

 

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Blog Tour: Excerpt + #Giveaway: Tea and Madness by C. Streetlights



Tea and Madness
By- C. Streetlights
Genre- Women’s Fiction/Poetry/Memoir
Publication Date- June 29th, 2015
Published By- Booktrope Publishing

“And when it falls into silence again the void it echoes fills me with wonder. Wonder only because I no longer remember if this small entity isn’t real or if it whispers the truth.”
-Moonlight

C. Streetlight’s memoir, Tea & Madness, is a collection of prose and poetry separated into the seasons of her life. Each season is inspired by her experiences: grieving a lost baby, understanding depression, anger, betrayal, surviving rape and the acceptance that she cannot forgive. Balanced somehow within the darkness is the wonder in motherhood and empathetic relationships. As her seasons change, she continues trying to find the balance of existing between normalcy and madness.

  
 
 
 
EXCERPT
 
From “Mentored”
 
And so now, a few years after her venom was whispered in my ear as she hugged me, I realize that she mentored me until the end. Her final lessons were that friendship or loyalty don’t exist when someone is in a position of authority over you. Loyalty shouldn’t be given simply because you’ve known a person a long time. She taught me that honesty and trustworthiness don’t mean anything to people who care more about their jobs and appearance. I learned from her that good people can and will be sacrificed. This woman never knew me. She only knew what she wanted to know and what was convenient for her to know.
In the end, she mentored me in some of the worst attributes of human nature.

 

 
 

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Book Release Blast: Half Mortal by Heidi Garrett #DaughterofLight



Half-Mortal
Daughter of Light Trilogy # 2
By- Heidi Garrett
Genre- YA Fantasy/Faerie Tales
Publication Date- July 30th, 2015

In Illialei, a light queen practices black magic.

In Tyrannis, the dragonwitch rises to power.

In the mortal world, Umbra pursues the half-bloods as vessels of incarnation.

Energies in the enchanted world are shifting and new alliances are forming; the battle between Dark and Light has begun. Melia is desperate to make things right with Ryder, the young priest from Idonne, but first she must warn the half-bloods in the mortal world that Umbra is coming for them—and face the powerful dragonwitch and her spectacular Dragon Carnivale.

  

Friday, 31 July 2015

Blog Tour: Review: Burn by JC Emery #BayonetScars








Tragedy cuts deep. Revenge burns deeper.

The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
 
Ian prefers his pleasure mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice. Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.
 
Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of Fort Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.
Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.

Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.

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REVIEW
I have been intrigued by Ian since Ride, and even though I've crushed on Ryan and Duke in each of their stories respectively, I could not wait for Ian's story...and Omigee did I fall hard. Mindy is one lucky lady, and deservedly so. After everything she has been through, I was so happy to see her overcome her fears and finally find happiness in the chaos that led to the tragic events that broke her...and for her to finally get justice, even if it was in the Forsaken way.
 
It was exciting to see Ian and Mindy fall for each other. There was a definite chemistry that turned explosive whenever they were near one another, and as things progressed the HOTTER they became.
 
I will admit that Mindy's "therapy" was a little surprising, but I could also understand why she felt the way she did and her particular need for something more intense; Ian was the perfect men to deliver just that. They were meant for each other.
 
This book was everything I've come to expect from Emery and this fierce, no-holds-barred series. It was gritty, real and spectacular.
 


 
 



 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


 
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful.

JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.



 
 
 


 
 
 

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