Leddy Harper's long-awaited BEAUTIFUL BOY is available now! Find out more about Novah and Nolan's incredible story, see the stunning trailer, and enter to win a giftcard & gorgeous necklace below!![]() About BEAUTIFUL BOYOne introverted girl. One extroverted guy. One assignment. One afternoon. Then everything changed… “You destroyed me.” Novah wanted nothing more than to walk away, never see him again. She was determined to pick up the pieces of her tarnished reputation and move on. Her torture became her muse, earning her well-deserved notoriety for capturing beauty with her lens. She had come full circle. She had it all…until he returned. Nolan found himself surrounded by the grim facets of life, no longer the prominent boy from an affluent family who’d caught Novah’s eye. The years had been unkind and left him in the dark, painful trenches of life. He needed her help. Fifteen years can equate to a lifetime of change, neither one the same person they once were. Despite the humiliation, the latent wounds, the missing years…they’re destined to heal one another in unexpected ways. “You saved me.” Add it to your Goodreads list here! Get your hands on BEAUTIFUL BOY - read for free with KU: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA Watch the trailer for BEAUTIFUL BOY now!Want to Win?Want to win a $25 Amazon giftcard and a beautiful necklace? Enter via the Rafflecopter below!a Rafflecopter giveawayGet a Quick Peek of BEAUTIFUL BOY“Show me your scars… and I’ll show you mine.” The muscle in my forehead grew taut, and even without a mirror, I knew how harsh my expression must’ve been to her. It became evident in every inch of my face, from my pursed lips to my tense jaw, even the space between my eyebrows ached with tension. “Just because I don’t wear them on my skin doesn’t mean I don’t have them, Nolan. Everyone has scars. Everyone has dealt with some varying degree of pain. We’ve all been hurt one way or another.” “And what will seeing your scars do for me?” She shrugged with her fingers holding onto my shirt, unmoving, simply waiting. “Hopefully make you understand you’re not alone. Maybe help connect us in some way. Bring us closer, and allow us to open up to each other in a way we’ve never been able to with anyone else.” “How could we possibly understand each other’s pain?” My voice rumbled heavily as the words escaped me. The oxygen grew thick around us and made it difficult to hold onto my bearings. Her gaze fell to her fingers once they began to resume their task— pulling my shirt from the waistband of my pants before unhooking the very last button. Then she ran her palms up my chest. Heat spread over me like the sun peeking through the clouds. It left me lost in her touch. Her hands moved to my shoulders, beneath my work shirt, and then torturously down my arms. She pushed my shirt off my body with an unhurried ease. My white undershirt remained, covering my chest and hiding the unsavory reminders of war. She stood in front of me, staring at my torso like it was a blank canvas, waiting for it to reveal something to her. Gentle fingers caressed the fabric at my sides, leaving behind trails of deep shivers like paths of singed nerves that sparked and sizzled long after her touch had moved on. Her scrutiny proved to be too much to handle, and without thought, I roughly grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, yanked it over her head, and left her in nothing but a plain black bra. Wide, cerulean eyes met mine, and a soft, airy gasp resounded around us.Get your hands on BEAUTIFUL BOY - read for free with KU: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA About Leddy HarperLeddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters. She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.
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by Kasi Blake Genre: YA Urban Fantasy Release Date: July 25th 2014 Summary: After sixteen years on the run, Bay-Lee joins her emotionally distant father at his New Zealand school. On her first night there, he dumps her on the doorstep and walks away. Big surprise. Minutes later, a bag is thrown over her head, and sheâs kidnapped for Orientation. The hunter in charge calls her Bait. According to him, thatâs all sheâs good for, to be used to draw out monsters for experienced hunters to kill. Before Bay-Lee can move up to the rank of Hunter, she will have to prove herself, battle wraiths, a reaper in disguise, and a stampeding border monster. With the addition of her classes, sheâs going to be way too busy for a social life. Falling in love is not on the agenda. Then, she meets Nick Gallos. With the intimidating rank of Warrior, Nick is gorgeous, arrogant, and just plain rude to her. Itâs obvious from their first meeting that Nick is hiding a dark past overflowing with secrets, and her father is right smack in the middle of it. Nick seems to be using her to get even with her father, and she wonât tolerate that. What a jerk. So, why canât she stop thinking about him?
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About the Author
Born and raised in California, I fell in love with writing while reading The Outsiders. Then I fell in love with Stephen King's writing style. I enjoy reading many types of books, but YA Paranormal is my favorite. I used to write for Harlequin under a different name. So that's my background. Exciting, no?
I have seven books out now: Vampires Rule, Werewolves Rule,Shifters Rule, Crushed, Witch Hunt, Bait, and my only adult novel, a romantic suspense called Pandora's Box. ![]() Clarity 5: Loving Liam
-- READ THE PROLOGUE: Liam Larson, 1989 I am standing on the side of the road and holding a newborn infant. She is looking up at me with curiosity on her face, and I can already tell she’s going to be my best friend. We’re going to do everything together, especially coloring and making snow angels. She’s really tiny right now, but I’m sure that when she’s a little bigger she’ll love playing catch with me. I have a ball, but I don’t have anyone to play with. First, I need to know her name. “What are we going to call her, Mama?” Turning to the side, I look at my mother who is sitting in the driver’s seat of the car and crying softly. I think she’s crying because it hurt a lot to take the baby out of her stomach. There is blood staining her dress, and she is clutching her midsection as her shoulders shake with sobs. She barely makes any sound, but she is shaking so hard that the car is trembling beneath her. I thought she needed to go to the hospital, but she said no. The baby in my arms is bloody and red. Maybe that’s why Mama never wanted to touch her. When she came out, I tried to wipe most of the gooey stuff off her before wrapping her up in Mama’s green sweater. Once I got it all off her face, I was able to see that she’s perfect. She has clear blue eyes and chubby little fingers. Her bellybutton was funny. I asked Mama what to do about the floppy string, but she wouldn’t help me. “Liam,” my mother says from the car, and she is crying so much that she can hardly breathe. “Leave her there. Hurry! Before someone drives by.” I look around in confusion. It’s early morning, and there aren’t many other cars on the road. Why would Mama want me to leave the baby here? It’s winter and there is a thin layer of snow on the ground. I shift the baby in my arms, because they are growing tired. She might be tiny, but I’m not that big and strong yet and it’s hard to hold her. “Please, Liam,” my mother says again, placing her face in her hands as though she cannot look at me. “Put the baby down and come back into the car.” “I don’t want to. She’ll be cold.” My mother wipes her face on her sleeve, trying to remove some of the tears and clean her runny nose. She sits up a little straighter and grasps the steering wheel tightly. “Liam, if you don’t get your ass back here this instant I’ll tell your father that you disobeyed me. He’ll give you a good beating!” I flinch at this prospect, and hug the baby tighter against my chest. I don’t want Papa to hit me anymore. He’s been away for a little while, but I know he’ll be back soon, and he’ll start hurting me again. “For god’s sake, Liam,” my mother whispers desperately. “If you don’t do as I say, your father will kill me. He’s going to strangle me to death, and who knows what he’ll do to the baby. He hates little girls.” She’s right. I have seen my father choke my mother before, and he always says mean things about girls. I begin to grow very afraid. Will he treat the baby in my arms even worse than he treats me? If putting her down means she won’t get punched or kicked by Papa, is that better? Somehow, she feels glued to my chest, and I don’t want to let her go; not for anything. “Please,” my mother says frantically as she waves me over with her hand. “Please just leave the baby there.” “But… but she’ll get hurt. If cars drive by, they could hit her.” “We’ll come back for her, soon. I promise. I just need to go home. I’m in a lot of pain.” I look down at the ground fearfully. “Are you sure, Mama?” “Leave her, Liam!” I quickly move to do as she says, and place the baby down in the snow on the side of the road. The little girl looks at me in confusion as I stand up, and her tiny arms move a little, reaching out for me. I can tell she already misses the warmth of being held; she misses me. My heart is breaking. This feels wrong. “Quickly, Liam!” my mother shouts. Ripping my own coat off my shoulders, I lay it over the baby as an extra layer of protection. She makes a cooing sound as she looks up at me, and I feel tears falling from my eyes onto her cheeks. “I love you,” I tell her, bending down to place a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry. We’ll come back for you, little sister. Mama promised.” I have a terrible feeling, but I’m too afraid to go against my mother, so I run back to the car. I can hear the baby start to cry, and my insides ache. I have barely jumped into the vehicle before my mom starts driving away. I didn’t even get a chance to close my car door, but it slams shut with the force of the car’s acceleration. My mother is sobbing and the car is veering dangerously as she drives away at breakneck speeds. “Mama?” I ask her nervously. “Are we gonna go back for her soon?” “Who?” my mother asks brokenly. “The baby.” “What baby?” Tears pour down my mother’s face as she shakes her head violently. “There is no baby. There never was a baby.” Her words confuse me, and I look behind the car to try to see where I laid the infant down on the side of the road. I can still hear her cries echoing in my ears. I can still see her sweet face looking up at me. “Mama, we have to go back,” I say as panic begins to fill my chest. “I left the baby there and it’s so cold. She doesn’t even have clothes yet. Can we go back now?” “There is no baby,” my mother says quietly, repeating the words to herself over and over. “There is no baby.” I am terrified. There’s something wrong with my mother and I don’t know what to do. What’s going to happen now? Is my little sister going to be okay? I am her big brother. I was supposed to protect her. What have I done? ![]()
GIVEAWAY! by Destiny Blake Genre: YA Time Travel Release Date: April 26th 2016 Summary:
Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die
Andora died and she remembers every last detail of her gruesome death. One would think after going through that ordeal, she could face just about anything. Sheâs about to find out.
Soon after her death, Andora discovers that heaven doesnât want her and hell doesnât have room for her. Sheâs not about to question the latter all things considered. See, Andora wasnât exactly a nice person and as far as faith goes, she only believed in herself. Come to think of it, she probably wasnât scheduled to meet St. Peter at the pearly gates.
According to the Gatekeepersâthe beautiful ones who stand guard over the afterlifeâsecond chances are rarely given but Andora earns one anyway. The Gatekeepers decide where she should spend the rest of her life and off she goes, traveling through time to a historical realm of perpetual hell, also known as the early 1800s.
Andora begins life as a prairie girl, but soon faces another untimely death. Landing in front of the Gatekeepers for round two, she takes it as a sign. Desperate to live a more acceptable life, Andora quickly realizes that being good isnât as easy as it looks particularly for those with mischief in their veins.
To make matters worse, her second-second chance is one she shares with another subject. A handsome rogue of a boy, Rebel makes it his mission to land in front of the Gatekeepers as often as possible. However, thereâs a small problem with his plan. Thereâs no way to guarantee that the Gatekeepers will always be there to guide them into a new world and they soon discover that a fresh start is anything but a sure thing.
âWeâre coming to your world. Welcome to oursâ¦.â Gatekeepers by Destiny Blake
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The day I died really sucked. Waking up in front of a righteous bitch with plenty of superior attitude? Well, letâs just say⦠it made dying look like a walk in the park.
A barely audible light tapping of a booted toe yanked me into sudden consciousness. Pressing my cheek against the black and white tile flooring, I stared up at the one attached to the boot. Iâd been here before. Given the look on Vengeanceâs face, she wasnât exactly happy to see me again.
âWell? What are you waiting for?â She crossed her slender arms. âYou know the routine. Get up. On your feet, Lassie!â
Lassie. I hated that name.
âWe donât have all day.â Vengeance smirked. It was the kind of grin that left chills up and down my spine. âWe have to assign another identity. We wouldnât want to keep your new family waiting now would we?â
âOf course not, Veng,â I grumbled, deciding to stick with the nickname. Veng didnât seem to care for it. The flaring nostrils and clenched fists provided proof. Before I could congratulate myself for crawling under her skin, the wicked wench grabbed my ear and forced me to stand.
âOuch!â I screamed.
âThere, there,â she muttered sardonically.
In the distance, several Gatekeepers rushed down the corridor. They were undoubtedly told of my arrival.
âVengeance, how many times do we have to remind you? Do not torture the subjects. Itâs bad for morale and ââ Thorne came to an abrupt halt as soon as he rounded the first pawn-shaped column. He sucked in a sharp breath before he dramatically exhaled and asked, âAndora. What are you doing here?â
I shrugged. âCanât seem to live without dying. You know how it is.â
âNo, I donât think I do,â he said suspiciously. âWhy donât you start at the beginning and tell us how this happened.â
âOh you mean Iâm the first subject to return to the fold?â
âWhy are you here?â His voice was firmer this time.
âI donât know.â
âShe remembered,â Vengeance said.
Thorneâs gaze shifted from one Gatekeeper to the next. âCan any of you explain this?â
Dayz smirked. âNo idea. But by the look on your face? Youâre not exactly disaââ
âSilence,â Thorne snapped, focusing on me once more. âWhat happened?â
âConsidering how much trouble sheâs been, it wouldnât surprise me if someone killed her again,â Vengeance said.
âWas that necessary?â Dayz asked. Dayzâs lanky build made him appear somewhat awkward but I liked him. He was kind which was an apparent rarity among the Gatekeepers.
âTruth trumps necessity,â Vengeance pointed out.
About that time, a door slammed on the other side of the welcome chambers. Another recognizable face appeared. âGuess Iâm not the only human up for reassignment.â
âRebel?â I couldnât believe my eyes. Weeks before, we were brought together for reeducation. We were separated when the Gatekeepers pitched him into the future. A short time later, I was tossed into the past.
âDonât act surprised. I told you weâd meet again.â
âYes you did.â I felt uncharacteristically safe when he hugged me. âItâs good to see you.â
He stepped away and quickly turned to Vengeance. âIf you ask me, you should just keep us here.â
âThatâs not an option,â Vengeance said. âAnd someone should hurry up and explain how this can even happen. Iâm beginning to get bored.â
âPoor thing,â I muttered, catching a scowl from Thorne.
âSome people refuse to die.â Rebel popped his neck and grimaced. âItâs called cheating death.â
Dayz closed the distance between us. âHow did you die this time, Andora?â
âWell, you seeâ¦. I was preparing to eat a bite of bird whenâ¦â
âA bite of bird?â Dayz wrinkled his nose.
âGo with it. I was only a prairie girl for a week. Do you think I had time to learn that particular eraâs slang?â I scoffed. âI did not.â
âGod save the queen,â Rebel teased. âMaybe next time theyâll place you in a castle where you belong.â
âOr a dungeon,â Vengeance suggested. âIâm sure I can think of a crime or two to pin on you.â
Copyright © 2016 Destiny Blake
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About the Author
An avid reader and full-time writer, Destiny Blake enjoys YA paranormal, commercial and literary fiction, mysteries, thrillers, and unique fantasy novels. After 15 years of writing for the market, Destiny decided it was time to write what she liked to read. The end goal was to pen stories that readers would love and her grandchildren would later cherish as well.
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GIVEAWAY: ![]() Hope
EXCERPT: Maggie plunks her bag down, grabbing the spot next to me. “Ten minutes ‘til the fun begins,” she says. She glances around furtively before adding, “Who knows what torture she’ll dish out today. But inquiring minds want to know: will she reach new levels of cattiness or will we be left sorely disappointed?” She grins wickedly as she finishes tying a ribbon on her pointe shoe. Neither of us fares well when Alexa Damore teaches class. She’s known for her snide comments and keen ability to pick people apart. “I’ll take disappointment over outright humiliation any day,” I counter. “But who knows. Maybe one of these days she’ll be miraculously transformed.” Maggie arches an eyebrow. “What?” I continue. “It’s not too much to hope for–a little prayer can’t hurt. Pray with me. ” I fold my hands together and duck my head down. Maggie smacks me.I stick my tongue out at her while I finish tying my shoes. I refuse to climb on the negativity train with her. It’s never a good way to start class. The door to the studio glides open and a sudden hush sweeps through the room, as if the oxygen has been sucked away. Alexa Damore has arrived–but she’s wearing street clothes–and she’s not alone. Benjamin Stafford, Artistic Director of Manhattan Ballet Theater, also known as the man who holds our future in his hands, stands in the center of the room. From where I stand, the ambient light behind him illuminates the outline of his body, as if he’s a living embodiment of a god. Then again, he is a god in the world of ballet. The silence is deafening as he slowly rotates around, gazing at each of us in turn. He flashes a brilliant smile and it’s all I can barely look at him. He’s even larger in life than he is onstage with broad shoulders, chiseled features, dark, tousled hair, and blazing blue eyes. On any given day he’s something to look at, but the glowing outline thing further illustrates the glaring difference between him and everyone else in the room. His eyes fall on me and my heart flutters in my ribcage. I immediately stand a little bit taller and suck in my gut. My breath gets shallower and tighter. I close my eyes and force myself to breath normally. Passing out in class is not the way I want to make an impression. ![]()
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EXCERPT: “You’re killin’ me, Simon.” I lower the bat and look at the imaginary watch on my wrist. “I don’t have all day.” She sticks her tongue out at me and pitches a floater. It comes toward me in slow motion with a million arrows begging me to launch it into next year. My mind switches off and instinct takes over. Before I can think, my left heel rises off the sandy dirt and I raise the bat back farther. I crush the ball so hard I almost expect the casing to fly off. The sound of contact reverberates and explodes like a strike of lightning splitting a tree. Olivia’s head arcs with the ball and follows it as it lands about ten feet beyond the right field fence. “Nice throw!” The swing takes my breath away completely. I almost need to use the bat as a cane for support. A familiar smile flows across my face and the rush comes back as if it never left … the rush of playing and knowing this is what my life was meant for. The hole in my heart starts to close and the missing piece reappears as quickly as it went. “Kyle!” She runs over to me with the same amount of wide-eyed astonishment I think is all over my face. “That was incredible! Your stance, your follow-through, everything was perfect. For someone who hasn’t played in a few years, you’re pretty awesome.” She sighs and the most beautiful smile stretches across her face.” (Kyle, Chapter Six) ![]()
GIVEAWAY! Are you ready to meet Javier Almeida? Cristin Harber's DELTA: REVENGE is available today! Make sure you pick up your copy of this explosive and incredible new novel from Cristin Harber!A Tortured Hero with a Heart of Gold Growing up on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Javier Almeida has only his older sister to protect him. When she’s sold to a human-trafficker, he vows to hunt down those responsible. Years later, Titan Group’s Delta team finds him, tattooed and brawling, a vigilante protector with information they want. They take him in and train him, working him harder than a man should be driven, until he’s a soldier harboring an obsession. Ready for revenge, Javier ghosts his way across the globe, tracking the men who took his sister and working elite private security jobs. Meets Sweet and Sassy Jilted at the altar, Sophia Cole turns the reception into a one-woman party. She’s intent on devouring all the cake and champagne, so she can bask in the calories she’s been avoiding. In the midst of the revelry, he walks in, the one man she can never ignore. Javier is her older brother’s black ops teammate—an automatic Do Not Go There. But if there’s one thing better than fondant and a buzz to ease the wounds of a cheating fiancé, it might be a one-night stand with a South American military man. It's a Game Changer Javier didn’t expect to see Sophia again. He never thought he would even want to see her again. He shouldn’t have touched her, but his mind won’t stay away from her. Now, Sophia Cole is thousands of miles away from the safety of her parents’ lavish estate and working alongside him in hell. She’s a staffer at an Embassy, and he’s there to keep them alive. There are bombs and bullets and blood-hungry enemies. And then she’s taken. Gone. Just like his sister. But so much worse.
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