Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Goddess Fish Excerpt Tour ~ Nicholas by Diane Hartsock



It's a book tour for Nicholas by Diane Hartsock. You'll want to keep reading. Not only do I love her work, but you can win prizes!! Like? Dianne will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. How cool is that? Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour! You can do that here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2016/11/excerpt-tour-nicolas-by-dianne-hartsock.html

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Nicolas
by Dianne Hartsock

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Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone.
Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.

As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man’s malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?

When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.


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Now for an excerpt:


Jamie woke with reluctance, not wanting to climb from the warm limbo he found himself in, feeling safe, secure. Arms pulled him a little closer, and he snuggled against the firm chest, resting his ear over the strongly beating heart. He wanted to stay there forever, but it soon grew stifling under the blanket; he pulled the edge down and blinked at the warm hazel eyes meeting his gaze. Who was this?

The stranger smiled and a hand crept out of the blanket, fingers brushing Jamie’s lips. “Angelo mio.”

What…. Memory surfaced, and he pulled back a little, face heating when he realized they were both almost naked, the guy lean and strong and… hard, against him. Feeling out of his depth with the man he slid further back, and fell off the edge of the couch onto his tailbone.

“Fuck. That was graceful,” he muttered, embarrassed. He knelt and rubbed his sore back, not looking up until the man chuckled. Expecting ridicule, the concern and warm light in his guest’s eyes tugged at his heart.

“Are you all right? Sounded like you landed pretty hard,” the man asked with sympathy.

“I’m fine.” Jamie grabbed his jeans from last night and pulled them on, feeling more comfortable after he’d tugged his sweater over his head. He turned back and caught the guy’s enticing lips twitching with a smile. Blushing, he laughed at his own nervousness. “Sorry. I don’t usually wake up naked with strange men in my bed.”

The man leaned up on an elbow, looking interested. “Do you usually wake up with strange men?”

“No!” Catching the glint of amusement in his eyes, Jamie laughed again. “Okay, enough teasing. At least tell me your name so I know what to call you.”

“I’m Nico De Mira.” He reached out a hand. “And you are….”

“Jamie Brannen.” They shook, Jamie enjoying the roughness of the man’s palm in his own softer hand.

“Thank you for saving me.” Nico turned Jamie’s hand over and stroked a thumb over his wrist, adding under his breath, “Tesoro mio.”

Jamie’s lips parted, but he lost his nerve to ask what he meant when Nico let go of his hand. Then concern swept him when his guest covered his mouth on a deep, wet sounding cough. The cough continued and Jamie dropped to the couch beside him, helping him sit up. The man seemed breathless when it at last subsided.

“Are you okay? Let me get you some water.” Jamie trotted to the kitchen. God, that cough sounded bad. Bronchitis, pneumonia, some kind of infection? Grabbing bottled water from the refrigerator, he returned to the couch and tried not to stare at his guest. The blanket had slipped off Nico’s shoulders, revealing a sculpted chest and arms; not blatantly muscular, but Jamie would enjoy putting his lips on them. It took determination not to drop to his knees and run his hands over that sleek Mediterranean body, feel the sparse, dark curls adorning the man’s chest under his fingertips.





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About the Author:


Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and
back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from. Dianne is the author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, m/m romance, and anything else that comes to mind.

She now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. Dianne says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee in her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

Blog: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/diannehartsock
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4707011-dianne-hartsock
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dianne-Hartsock/e/B005106SYQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1361897239&sr=8-1
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Dianne-Hartsock-Author-107985445959828/

NICOLAS buy links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Nicolas-Dianne-Hartsock/dp/163476188X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1473111182&sr=8-1&keywords=dianne+hartsock
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nicolas-dianne-hartsock/1123118053?ean=9781634761888
ARe Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nicolas-1937566-143.html
Dreamspinner: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/nicolas-by-dianne-hartsock-3760-b

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Monday, November 28, 2016

Book Blast ~ Angles by Erin Lockwood


It's a blog tour and there are prizes to be won. I'm featuring Angles by Erin Lockwood. What's up for grabs? Erin will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Isn't that cool? Want more chances to win? Then you'll want to follow the tour. You can do that here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2016/11/book-blast-angles-by-erin-lockwood.html

Angles – Part 1
by Erin Lockwood


This story is about friendship and relationship triangles, love and protection, love and understanding, and love and true love.



Now for an excerpt:

His hand slides up my nape and grips the back of my head, my hair getting twisted and knotted in his fingers. My mouth instinctively parts. I’m kissing his breath with mine. Our air is touching; his eyes are touching me. Everything is so close and tangled … except our lips.

Why isn’t he kissing me? His hands are holding me strong and tense, his muscles clenching around my body. His gaze is seducing my insides. He’s waiting. Making sure I’m ready for him.

I am. I’m so ready.

I dive into his mouth, as if it’s my next breath

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

About the Author:

Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California, and attended the University of Oregon where she graduated with a degree in journalism in 2003. From there, she moved to Denver, Colorado, and spent the next seven years searching for the love of
her life and building the family of her dreams.

It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book—and binge-watching the subsequent films—in the New Adult genre. Hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story for their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles Trilogy.

Erin still lives in Denver with her husband, Phil, and their three children. They spend most of their summers and holidays on the beautiful island of Coronado where Erin and Phil wish to retire someday.

Learn more about Erin and the Angles Trilogy at www.anglestrilogy.com, Facebook, and Twitter.

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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Book Blast ~ Mail Order Angel by Mandy Colton




It's a book blast for Mail Order Angel by Mandy Colton and there are prizes to be won! Check it out. Mandy will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Want more chances to win? Then comment on the post and entre the rafflecopter drawing. Follow the tour to comment at each stop and up your chances even more. You can do that here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2016/10/book-blast-mail-order-angel-by-mandy.html

Mail Order Angel
by Mandy Colton


Fun characters, humor, drama, and heartwarming moments…


Heartbreaking loss strikes two people living happy and carefree lives in polar opposite places of the North American map. Young and adventurous, Lance Colburn left home years ago and worked his way north to Alaska, eventually settling in Nome. After building a successful business, he’s still a very content bachelor, living in a brand new home he constructed himself. Life couldn’t get much better…until the worst news a single guy could get finds him after a family member is stricken with a fatal illness. He learns that his simple—and slightly selfish—existence is about to get flipped upside down and crowded. Worst of all, he’s going to need a specific kind of help that can’t be found in Nome.

Having lived a happy and sheltered life with her parents in Boston, Massachusetts, Angel McBride is about to become an adult and spread her wings. While taking a summer vacation in Europe with her friends before starting college, tragedy strikes at home. After returning, she is shocked to find that her life has already drastically changed and is about to get worse. She needs an escape plan—and quickly.

With little time and no other choices at hand, both Lance and Angel come up with the same ridiculous idea at the same time: Marriage to a stranger.

But neither are prepared or quite mature enough to handle the big leap. Can they overcome her deception and his wily ways to find true happiness?

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Now for an excerpt: 

The next morning, Lance knocked on Anna’s bedroom door and walked in. Out of the closet, he pulled the pretty off-white dress and heels that he’d picked for her and told her to get ready. When she’d dressed and walked into the living room and saw him wearing a suit, she knew immediately where they were going. Today was her fake wedding day. His eyes slowly moved over her, becoming a shade darker, his lids heavier. No words were needed to describe what she saw there on his handsome face. She’d dated enough boys and read enough smarmy romance novels to know that what she was seeing in his eyes was desire. Well, she could ditto that look. Sweet baby Jesus, did he make a suit look good.

He smiled and stuck his hand out for her to take. Guess they really were doing this. Okay. It wouldn’t be real. It would not be real. Angel placed her hand in his big warm one and it felt sooo good, it set her whole arm to tingling. Then out the door they went. To get fake married, Angel. Don’t slobber and stop mooning over the guy.

There was only the two of them and two witnesses present at the ceremony. It was a couple who were obviously friends of Lance’s. He’d muttered their names to her, and the Justice of the Peace went right to it. He spoke some words, told her and Lance what to repeat, she sputtered over her lines on purpose, and it was quickly over. Lance slipped a plain, cold gold band on her finger and pecked her on the cheek. He shook hands with the Justice guy and his friend. Some legal papers were signed by all parties, and that was that. Married. Not too awkward or terribly painful.

As soon as Angel had that last thought, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the woman with Lance’s friend moving closer toward her. The woman opened her mouth to speak, and Angel was about to shake her head, to let her know that she couldn’t speak the language, when the woman let go a string of words that shocked her when they hit her ears. Flat left her dumbstruck and, seconds later, feeling nauseous. It wasn’t what she’d said; it was the fact that Angel had no frigging idea what she’d said. She was pretty sure the words were in Russian.

Aww, come on! Of all the bum luck. She seemed to be loaded with it now.

This just couldn’t be happening. A surge of bile started rushing straight up the pipeline, and she grabbed her stomach and pitched forward. The other woman grabbed her hand and pulled her along fast down a nearby hallway and pushed her through a door. Ah…a restroom. Goody. Sometimes you didn’t need words. Everybody understands the look of an urp coming. Angel barely had time to raise the toilet lid before she was throwing up. Not much came up, because thankfully, they hadn’t eaten breakfast yet.

Angel rinsed her mouth out with water and looked in the mirror. What was she going to do now? She just stood there, rattled and shaking, until there was a knock.

When she cracked the door open, Lance was standing there looking concerned. “Anna? You okay?”

No. Definitely not. She shook her head.

He said, “Oh. We were all going to have lunch, but we can go home instead.”

She nodded. “Yes. Home. Please,” she stuttered, begging with her eyes.

Behind him, the man and woman stood, and the woman placed her hand on Lance’s arm, as if to get his attention. Angel felt another wave coming and shut the door in Lance’s face, locking it. She heaved again. Poor Lance was rapping on the door and calling to her, sounding really concerned, and then she heard the other man’s voice whispering.

“You need to take her to the doctor, friend. Right now. These women arrive in all kinds of states. They can be sick, pregnant, have venereal diseases—even AIDS. Sorry to bust your bubble, but it’s been known to happen.”

Angel heard what sounded like a growly hiss. “You could have fucking told me this before I married her, Raymond!”

“Sorry pal. She sounds real sick in there, and I’m just sayin’…”

“Yeah? Well, thanks for nothin’. Pal!”

Oh. How. Embarrassing.

The rapping on the door became more insistent. When she opened it this time, Lance reached around, snatched her hand, and pulled her out, practically dragging her down the hallway. He put her in his truck and buckled her in, jumped in, and spun out of the parking lot like a mad man on a mission. He pulled out his phone. “Doc, need to see you right away.”

She heard a man’s voice say something on the other end, and Lance erupted. “Tell Earl to sleep it off somewhere else. This is an emergency, goddammit!”

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About the Author:

Mandy Colton is from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage son. A fan of romance, fun
adventure, drama, humor, and on occasion, sci-fi stories. Her first book, Way to Go, and the continuing series came from her years, own adventures and experiences working in the travel industry.
   
 Although she’s a great fan of the human imagination, she is also of the opinion that there are just no better stories than those that involve a bit of true life.
 
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Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Blog Tour ~ The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse #interview #booktour @cw1985


I'm featuring an interview with my friend and fellow author, Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) today on the blog. She's talking about the book she wrote with Victoria Blisse, another friend of mine, and some fun questions I decided to ask. Read on. There's a contest at the end!!

Describe yourself in three words.

Ambitious, determined, creative.

Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Henry Cavill would play Flynn Gifford. Why? Because he was my Muse for writing Flynn! As in, the bearded, mad-haired, vest-wearing, muscular Clark Kent version in Man of Steel. Yum.

I’m not sure who’d play Caroline Rogers. Let’s get Henry on board and see which hot blondes audition to play opposite him ;)

Ooh! I do love some Henry. Yeah, I can see him in that role. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

It’s not a movie, but there’s a scene in the TV show Supernatural where Sam has forbidden, taboo sex with the demon Ruby, and it’s super-hot. Of course, with hindsight, it’s probably because the actors were attracted to each other in real life (and are now married with kids!), but the tension and passion practically jumps out of the screen. Hawt!

Agreed. That was hawt! What’s your wildest fantasy?

Bwah ha ha! I’m not going to tell you that!

Hee hee! If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

My hearing. Noise drives me insane, so although I’m sure I would miss my hearing, I wouldn’t miss the annoying noises that piss me off on a daily basis.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I wasn’t that bad of a kid, really, I don’t think. Probably just the usual—sneaking around, going to places I wasn’t supposed to be, etc.

I wasn't really, either. Good to know I'm not alone. Now for the Quickies! They're fast and fun.
Boxers or Briefs?

Boxers

Top or Bottom?


Bottom

Pajamas or nude?

Pajamas

Hairy chests or smooth?

Depends on the man.

Alpha or Beta? 

Alpha

*****
Weren't those fun? I thought so. Now for an excerpt of The Billionaire and the Wild Man: 


I duck back behind the curtain in an attempt to hide my surprise at what I just did. That and to secrete the budding erection I’m sporting. God, it’s been so long since I was with a woman in any way, shape, or form that a quick kiss has got my blood pumping and my hormones racing out of control. I’m like a puberty-wracked teenage boy.
The bathroom door closes, and I heave a sigh of relief. I need some time to think. Think about what just happened, and what’s going to happen next. I’ve implied that we’re going to continue where we left off, minus my beard, but is that what I really want? Is it what Carrie really wants? We’re both damaged souls. She’s fragile, and I haven’t had a meaningful relationship with anyone since … well, since Basra.
And that’s it. As soon as I think of Basra, of what happened there, and why, I make the decision that I’m not going to pursue anything with Carrie. It wouldn’t be right, not even if she was her normal self—a self which I suspect is a much stronger, more confident woman. I hope she’ll agree to just be friends, as it’s nice to have someone to talk to, beyond the perfunctory conversations I’ve had to secure me work so far in Hartington. She’s nice, and doesn’t seem to look down on me, even though she knows what lifestyle I lead. Not what I was expecting from a hot shot billionaire businesswoman.
I guess we’ve surprised each other.
Forcing my thoughts away from the eager press of her soft lips against mine, I lean out of the shower and dump the razor and foam in the sink, then move back under the spray and finish cleaning up. Then I twist the taps so cold water is beating down on my body. Letting out a gasp at the sudden chill, I quickly relish the way it takes the heat out of my hard-on. I’m soft again in no time, and I turn off the spray and step out of the tub, grabbing one of the towels Carrie left for me and having a quick rub down before securing it around my waist.
Then I use the other towel to wipe the steam from the mirror above the sink and set about shaving off my damn beard. It is seriously thick, and I wonder if one blade is going to cut it—literally. Luckily Carrie left the packet containing the other razors by the sink, so I’ve got multiple backups. I’ll just see how I go.
Giving the tin of foam a good shake, I squirt a liberal amount out and smear it over my face. Satisfied, I rinse the excess off my hands, pick up the razor and go to town. It takes several passes of the blade, getting closer to my skin each time, but eventually I have a bare patch. I half expect it to be much whiter than the upper part of my face, a tan line of sorts, but it doesn’t appear to be. Perhaps when I’m finished I’ll notice the difference. Not much I can do about it even if it’s the case.
By the time I’m done, I reckon I’m well over the ten minutes I mentioned to Carrie, but I’d massively underestimated the time it would take to rediscover my chin. Man probably found the North Pole more easily. Or the moon. And now I have had a shave, I’m painfully aware of how much I need a haircut. The general hairiness of earlier must have balanced me out, but now my dark curls look like they’re straying into afro territory. It’ll only get worse when my hair dries. I either need to get myself acquainted with a sharp pair of scissors or find a charity shop and purchase a woolly hat, which will hide a multitude of sins. Not to mention come in handy, as the end of summer is approaching, and with it, colder days and nights. I move that either/or task to the top of my mental to-do list and make do with raking my fingers through the unruly mop for now.

*****



Here's a little bit about the book!
Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

Get your copy at any of these fine retailers:

*****

About the Authors:

Lucy Felthouse:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Victoria Blisse:
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.

*****

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Book Blast ~ Angel Boy by Annalisa Russo


It's a book blast for Angel Boy and there are prizes to be won. Like? Annalisa will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. You'll want to follow the tour and comment. Why? The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2016/10/book-blast-angel-boy-by-annalisa-russo.html
Angel Boy
by Annalisa Russo


Private Investigator Meg Cavelli wonders why her traitorous family has trotted out the fatted calf for
Seth Truitt, the boy who left her flat eight years ago. Now he’s back, sexier than she remembers, and needs her help. How can Meg accept Seth’s no-strings-attached deal in return for bringing a deranged predator to justice, when their steamy attraction to each other might very well get in the way?

Army Air Corps pilot Seth Truitt needs help to erase his dark-stained past, but soon realizes helping Meg Cavelli solve a dogged criminal case in return for salvaging his military career might be more dangerous than flying P-26 fighters for USAAC. But since Seth has no intention of letting Meg go again, he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe from the twisted, unnatural threat they dubbed “the monster” as kids.

As the mystery unfolds, joining their minds and hearts might be the only way to stay alive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And now for an Excerpt:

Well, fan my brow. He was back.

Margaret Cavelli strode to the back door of her small house on Green Street and yanked the door open. Miraculously, she’d gotten out of Bellaluna before she ran smack dab into him. The moron hadn’t had the decency to call or write her in eight years and there he was. Just sashayed back all ginned up in his fancy uniform and thought that was A-Okay. Well, he had another think coming.

She slammed down the book on poisons on her tiny kitchen table, shrugged out of her woolen pea coat, and hung it on the hook next to the door. Luckily, she’d spotted Seth from her old bedroom window at Bellaluna when his taxi pulled up. She made sure he didn’t see her and then snuck down the old servants’ staircase to get to her Coupe while Gwen gave him the feed in the kitchen.

A free meal—and probably his old room back if she knew her father. All the hoo-ha for the prodigal son’s return? Uh-uh. He wouldn’t get squat from her. And if they tried to force her to be nice to him—she’d eighty-six that idea. He could take a powder—again—for all she cared. She wasn’t the forgiving type.

At least, not in this lifetime.

She grabbed the book of poisons and climbed the stairs to her home office and her murder board.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

About the Author:

Annalisa Russo is a Midwest girl who grew up in an overpopulated first-generation Italian family in the burbs of Chicago, the
setting for her historical romance novels based in the 20th century. Her first series will be completed with the release of Angel Boy, the fourth book of The Cavelli Angel Saga. The series chronicles the lives of Italian immigrants in the 1920’s and 30’s. Along with a passion for reading and writing, Annalisa enjoys gardening, cooking for company, and frequently invents reasons for traveling. The mother of two grown children, she inherited a narcissistic tabby named Buster who really runs the show.

Buy links:
Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Angel-Boy-Cavelli-Saga-ebook/dp/B01M16JAG1
Kobo:  https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/angel-boy-4
All Romance Ebooks:   https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-angelboy-2114596-367.html
BookStrand:   https://www.bookstrand.com/Angel-Boy

Website: http://www.annalisarusso.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AnnalisaRussoAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RussoAuthor

Goodreads:  https://goodreads.com/author/show/6453898.Annalisa_Russo

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Monday, November 7, 2016

Cover Reveal for Lex Valentine's book... Extraction! #coverreveal #guestauthor #coverart


It's a cover reveal for Lex Valentine and it's a hottie!! You'll want to comment over at her blog http://sunlightsucks.com/2016/11/05/extraction-cover-reveal/. Why? will be entered for a chance to win a copy of the book on November 18th, the release day. Read on for more details and yeah, this book is one not to miss. 



Two soldiers, former lovers, each think they are saving the other from a South American drug cartel, all the while rehashing their broken relationship.

Green Beret Shane Cullen has been undercover for the DEA with a South American drug cartel. Eighteen months into his assignment, and unbeknownst to Shane, the cartel's number two man is captured by the U.S. Marshals and starts to talk. Shane's mission becomes endangered. His Special Forces commander calls in a favor and pulls in Shane's former lover and teammate Elliott Hutchens for an extraction.

Elliott hasn't seen Shane in almost two years, since his lover walked out on him. But Shane's in trouble and doesn't know it, so Elliott can't refuse the mission. Getting himself captured by the cartel in order to force Shane to rescue him is the easy part. The hard part comes when Shane discovers he's the real extraction, not Elliott. Shane's bad temper ended their relationship once before. Will it get in the way again or can these two soldiers work through their issues and find their way to a happy ever after?

Release date is Nov 18 from MLR Press. http://www.mlrbooks.com/upcoming.php
Cover artist is Winterheart Design.