Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Upcoming Release Spotlight: Callous Truths by Taabia Dupree


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CALLOUS TRUTHS
Taabia Dupree
Releasing Sept 25th, 2015



Have you ever loved someone so much that you ignored what was right in front of you?

After a decade of friendship, Zaniel Baker finds himself envious of his best friends, Micheal, Ryan and Trevor. Even with a dark cloud of unspoken tragedy lingering over their friendship, his friends have managed to find everything that Zaniel wants for himself...happiness and love.

Then he meets Anastasia. Love at first sight soon turns to a licentious obsession.

When tragedy strikes yet again, Zaniel's blinders are ripped off, leaving him in a web of lies, deception, and betrayal.

Can he come back from something that has turned his life upside down? Will his past be a part of the problem or the solution?


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 “Lesson number one dumbass, never try to hit a pissed off motherfucker. Lesson two, never leave your friends behind like you and Ryan left us, and that fucktard is the reason Paul was killed. It should have been you, you prick! Stay the fuck away from me and believe me, you will get yours one day Zaniel Baker.”

As Michael turned away, Zaniel grabbed his ankles and down Michael went. Zaniel had little time to get up and pommel him because Trevor and Ryan were doing their best to separate the men as they tussled on the floor.

When they pried them apart, Michael was last heard saying, “You’re a dead man Zaniel, a dead man!” Trevor struggled to pull him out of the bar but had been successful while Ryan kept Zaniel from going after Michael.

One of the waitresses came over to help clean up things in the other waitress’ area. They both gave the guys evil stares. As Ryan tried to get Zaniel straight, one of the bar attendants came over. “Hey guys, I got a call from the owner, he watches on the cameras and he asked that you guys leave. I know you are regulars, but we don’t need this kind of hassle around here, maybe in a few days come back, but without the bullshit.”

Zaniel was up from the both and pushed past the attendant. Who was at least five eleven and looked like he could have played lineman for some professional football team. He kept his cool and let Ryan walk past him without another word.

Ryan caught up with Zaniel as he headed towards the parking lot. He looked around wearyingly for Michael and Trevor. He didn’t want a repeat scene out there on the parking lot. There were no other disturbances. He jogged up to Zaniel and asked him, “Bro, come on you going to be pissed all night?”

Zaniel turned on him and Ryan instantly backed up. “Wow, really? That is all you have to say?”

What you want me to say Zaniel? You brought this bullshit on yourself? Huh, you know you did! Bringing up that old shit. No one wants to talk about that day. Ever! We have our own lives now and the last thing I would want on my birthday is to talk about my plan to go rob something that turn to shit and one of my best friend got killed because of my plan. You want me to say more Zaniel?”

Zaniel stood there and looked at Ryan. “So, it’s not just Mike that feels some kind of way about that day huh? You, and Trevor too? You all think I should have been in that alley?”

What? What the hell are you talking about Zaniel? Man, we came here tonight to our spot to have drinks and laughs. All this shit that just happened didn’t have to and it doesn’t have nothing to do with you staying back and helping me out. Don’t you think Mike feels guilty enough? Man, he doesn’t want to relive that day because of how guilty he feels. We all do Zan, we all do! But you know what. You go do you. Tell your mom I said what’s up this weekend when you go visit. Char and I are taking the kids to the beach.” Ryan shook his head and walked off.

Zaniel stayed in the parking lot another five minutes before he got into his car and drove off. 






Amazon Bestselling Author Taabia Dupree was born in the United States and grew up on the Eastern Seaboard. Her love of books and anything with words came from her parents. As a young person, Taabia read anything she could get her hands on, from cereal boxes, to the Encyclopedia Britannica, to the National Geographic, to the business section of the local newspaper. Yet some of her favorite reads came from writers; L'Amour, Tolstoy, Eddings, Tolkien, Hugo, Wright, Dickens,
and Hemingway.
In 1999, Taabia started writing erotic fantasy stories for online story groups. She self-published her first erotic story in 2011.
Today, Taabia Dupree writes poetry and erotic short stories. Her books can be found in several genres, including coming of age, mystery & psychological-thrillers, fantasy, and paranormal. She's currently working on a crime novella and a sci-fi fantasy novella.




Cover Reveal: Command by Nina Levine

Book 7 in the USA Today bestselling Storm MC series by Nina Levine is coming on October 19th! Pre order your copy today at $2.99 before the price increases to $3.99 on release

Title: Command
Series: Storm MC #7
Author: Nina Levine
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Designer: Letitia Hassler from Romantic BookAffair Designs
Models: Jelena Abbou & Billy Cluver
Release Date: October 19th, 2015


Betrayal. Destruction. Loss.

The Storm MC is a club in crisis and their new President, Scott Cole, has declared war on their enemy. As Scott takes command, the MC is thrust into the biggest battle in their history – a battle to not only save the club, but the lives of its members.

Harlow James stands behind her man as he takes charge. She’s determined to prove she can be the woman he needs. However, somewhere along the way, she’s lost a piece of herself, and she fights to be strong for him when she feels anything but strong.

As the club descends into chaos, Scott and Harlow are pulled in opposite directions while they try to protect everything that is important to them. Their relationship is tested in ways it never has been, but they cling to the faith they have in each other.

Is faith enough to get you through when all appears to be lost? For Scott and Harlow, it may be the only thing that, in the end, will save them and the club.

COMMAND (STORM MC #7) COMING 19TH OCTOBER

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USA Today Bestselling Author Nina Levine, is an Aussie author who writes stories about alpha men and the strong, independent women they love.

When she isn't creating with words, she loves to create with paint and paper. Often though, she can be found curled up with a good book and some chocolate. 

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New Release Spotlight: Blow by Kim Karr


An Undeniable Love
A Tainted Attraction
An Unforgettable Story


Blow is NOW LIVE!
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2 fatal sides.
1 epic love.
7 days to survive.
They met in the face of danger. They weren’t looking for love. They both knew better. But they couldn’t stay away, and they fell hard.
He is heart-stopping handsome, fearless—and haunted by deadly ties.
She is breathtakingly beautiful, determined—and in harm’s way.
They should have parted. They didn't. They never should have fucked. They did. And now time is running out. One hundred sixty eight hours. That’s all that remains. While Logan McPherson fights to save them, Elle Sterling is forced to make a choice that could change everything.
When torn between right and wrong, tainted love doesn’t have a chance...or does it? ‪#‎taintedlove‬ ‪#‎weshouldhaveknownbetter‬


Prologue
Four Months Before

Logan
Mile after mile, I ran. Faster, feet pounding against the broken asphalt, breath crystalizing in the air. I’d been fleeing along the edge of the road for what seemed like eternity. Trucks zoomed past me, taillights fading in the distance, and still there were no sirens.
The moon slipped behind a cloud and left me moving blindly. Finally, a whistle filled the darkness. It was what I’d been waiting for.
Let’s see how bad they want this.
I spun in the opposite direction and spotted the familiar red and blue lights. With a quick jump, I vaulted over the damaged guardrail and found myself tumbling down a steep ravine.
Landing on my stomach, blood dripped from my nose, and the taste of rust flooded my mouth. I didn’t take the time to wipe it away. I had to keep moving. I’d started this game and I was going to finish it.

Quickly, I leapt to my feet and began to run again. When a sharp burning and throbbing pulsated in my right ankle, I knew my speed would be impaired. I must have twisted it in the fall. With everything I had, I tried to ignore the pain.
Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream, making my heart race and giving me the strength I needed. I was no longer on the pavement and my terrain was harder to navigate. Trees, broken branches, and the sickening smell of the stagnant river surrounded me. I pushed onward.
It could have been worse—at least there wasn’t any ice.
Still, it was fucking freezing out here. Snow fell around me. Chilled to the bone, I tugged my hat farther down over my ears.
I didn’t stop, though—I had to keep going.
When my eyes were streaming from the cold and my leg muscles began to seize up, I knew my body needed a break. I’d find cover and play the wait-and-see game.
The dilapidated abandoned warehouse a few yards away seemed like my best choice. The hinges were rusted and appeared broken, but when I yanked on the door, it wouldn’t open.
With a sigh, I stomped my salt-stained shoes in the slush I was standing in and looked around.
No sign of them, yet.
They’d be here soon enough.
My lungs burned as I bent over with my hands on my thighs in an attempt to catch my breath.
Poised to move in any direction, I thought about my decision to bait them.
Smart?
Stupid?
I couldn’t believe the game of cat and mouse I had entered into—with the Boston Police Department nonetheless.
But I’d had enough. They’d been following me around for almost a week. Their more-than-obvious tail was bordering on harassment. Pushed to the limit, today I’d decided it was time to find out what it was all about. I was going to force their move. I left my vehicle and took off. They were tracking me, but what they were waiting for to approach me, I had no idea. At this point I had two choices—approach them or keep going. Since I didn’t want to make it easy, I kept running.
Time seemed to be at a standstill as I looked around again. I knew they were close. Yet, as I searched my surroundings, there were no signs of life; everything around me was dark except for the golden glow from the cables of the Zakim Bridge.
The bridge.
I couldn’t believe I’d ended up on the West End. That was more than a slight hike from the tip of the South End, where I’d started all this.
What time was it anyway?
Before I could look at my watch—the one my grandfather had given me, the one worth more than most of the houses in the surrounding area, the pretentious Patek Philippe with an authentic enamel dial and custom-made rubber watchband, the one almost a match for his own—a yellow beam of light shined down on me.
I guess the BPD finally decided to make their move.
A heavily Boston-accented voice carried through the wind. “Put your hands in the air where we can see them.”
Fuck me. Really? You’re going to arrest me? For what?” My gaze scoured the area until they came into sight.
There were three of them and one of me. I didn’t plan to keep running. I didn’t need to, but even if I wanted to, there was nowhere to go. The riverbank was on one side and they were on the other. The trio moved closer and drew their weapons. I responded with equanimity and raised my palms. Still, not a single one of them lowered a gun. Step by step, they moved toward me. When they were about five feet away, I decided to help them out and face them, but before I could, the tallest figure lunged for me.
He pinned me to the wall. “I just wanted to talk. I wasn’t going to arrest you until you assaulted me. But thanks for giving me a reason.”
I was putting my hands behind my back, asshole,” I grunted.
Right,” he snickered.
Nostrils flaring, the fatter one grabbed me by my collar and yanked me to him. “Stop resisting.”
What the fuck?
A quick punch to the gut and a kick to my leg had me belly down in a matter of seconds.
Most men would have been scared shitless, but not me. I grew up living in two very different worlds, the only similarity being power and greed. To look at me, you wouldn’t believe I was capable of doing the things I had done. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was the grandson of one of the wealthiest men in New York City.
It wasn’t my trust fund background that anyone had to worry about, though. I was also the grandson of the former head of Boston’s Blue Hill Gang—a piece of me I had tried to renounce. That I wanted to escape. But my family ties kept me bound. The Irish Mob might have changed since my father’s father ran things, but there were some things that never changed.
I’d been raised in both worlds and these cops knew it. They were counting on the Blue Hill Gang part of me to greet them.
Well fuck them very much—but that’s not what they were going to get. 



I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions—writing.

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