Monday, March 31, 2014

Author Rebecca Rohman LBM Book Blog Takeover 4/2/14!!

Author Bio

Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor. About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released on Tuesday, February 18, 2014.

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Love, Lies, and the D.A.


Excerpt 1:

Their First Meeting

The pretty, young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with panoramic water vistas. Within minutes, a server takes my order. As my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange between a man and his leggy blonde with the host that escorted me to my seat.

“Look, I reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.

“I apologize sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.

“Well, if you were doing your job in the first place, it would be available to me, wouldn’t it?”

“Sir, I’m sorry for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like, you can wait at the bar where I’ll be happy to serve you a complimentary beverage of your choice while you wait, or I can accommodate you at an available table now.”

I can’t help but look to see who this asshole is.

Everything about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass, all the way to the Jaeger Reverso watch that graces his wrist. He’s hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad shoulders, piercing grey eyes, and a head of black hair like I’ve never seen.
Ordinarily, I might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.

Everything he says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify someone else’s mistake, pisses me off. He’s been nothing but rude and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on his. Then I realize they’re all looking my way. I turn around to look behind me, but there is no one. Then it dawns on me that he’s arguing with the host about my seat.
My meal arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I know it, I see him approaching my table. I pretend not to notice and focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me, but within seconds, he stands beside me.

“Excuse me, my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were seated elsewhere?”

My eyes travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch, and to what I suspect is an extremely trimmed stomach beyond his black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.

“You see, my girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and I wanted to propose to her. Here. Today.”

“Actually, Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m done. Or perhaps you can let that polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate you, have you seated elsewhere.”

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asks.

Asshole! Your name might sound familiar but who cares…

“No. You could be the king of England and I wouldn’t give a damn.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“You really want to know?” I ask quietly.

He lowers his head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.

“I am a woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one week before her wedding, so forgive me if I’m not in a sentimental mood.”

His mouth drops open at my response.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Kole, I’d really like to enjoy my brunch.”

His piercing grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His temple pulsates as he stares at me. He walks away completely flushed.

I don’t care. Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have considered his request. However, because he comes from money doesn’t give him the right to speak to people any which way he wishes.

I continue to enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the bar with Malibu Barbie. Half an hour later, I ask for the check then purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I leave.

On the way out, the host looks at me bright-eyed. “No one ever speaks to Mr. Kole that way, Miss McLean.”

“Well, it’s time someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a healthy tip, and I’m on my way.

Excerpt 2:

Their First Meeting

The three friends, Chella Noon, Vicky Baracle and Kacy Williams, met occasionally for a drink, especially on Friday nights, but tonight was special. They chose to celebrate Vicky’s birthday at Humphreys, a lovely waterside restaurant located on Shelter Island in San Diego. The complex included a hotel, concert venue, and restaurant. Chella lived in a suite at the hotel, making it home for the last year and a half. It was a short walk past colorful koi ponds, and white and orange bromeliad flowers escorted her through the beautifully manicured grounds along the way.

Humphreys was elegant. White tablecloths glowed in the candlelight. Beyond the floor to ceiling windows were views of Shelter Island Marina. The setting sun cast a warm yellow-orange glow on all the boats in the bay. Live jazz from The W.E.S. Group filled the air.
The girls wrapped up sooner than expected at the spa. They arrived a little early at the restaurant and sat at the bar to sip drinks until their table was ready.

It was warm outside, and the cute little number Chella picked up in a quaint dress shop a few months earlier was perfect. She had immediately fallen in love with the dress, the way the soft fabric felt against her skin and drooped over her curves. The brown chiffon complemented her caramel-colored skin, and the short length exposed her long, slender legs. She completed the outfit with a sexy pair of gold glitter and leather Jimmy Choo ‘Loila’ sandals. After some work with the flat iron, her once-curly hair was now straight and placed in an elegant low ponytail to the back of her head. With a touch of make-up, she was ready to celebrate.

Vicky and Kacy’s husbands, Jason and Paul would meet up with them a little later.

“So Jason’s cousin, Christy, is going to join us for dinner,” said Vicky, taking a sip from her mojito. “She just flew in from Santa Monica this afternoon.”

“Thank God,” Chella replied. “If I have to be your fifth wheel one more time I think I’ll go crazy.”

Kacy responded with a smirk on her face, her blue eyes sparkling. “You know, you could fix that easily by getting yourself a boyfriend or at least dating every once in a while.”

“Let’s not go there again, please. A man would just complicate my life right now.”

“Don’t you think that excuse is getting a little old?” said Vicky.

You two have no idea…

“She’s right, Chella. I know that you don’t want to talk about it, but whatever this bad experience was from your past—Sweetie—it’s holding you back.”

“Would you two just drop it? We go through this every time we get together with your husbands. I am perfectly happy on my own. When the time is right, I’ll find someone.”

“Right…” Kacy and Vicky chorused.

“Furthermore, I will be the one to decide when that time will be, so butt out.”

“Fine, fine. But just so you know, if you need help in that department—”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Chella interrupted. “You know plenty of men you can set me up with.”

“That’s right.” Vicky said, smiling. She reached for Chella’s hand. “We just want you to be happy.”

“And what makes you believe that I’m not?”

Vicky and Kacy looked at her in silence, both with pitiful looks on their faces.

“Don’t look at me that way. I’m not your charity case. Look, we’re supposed to be celebrating your birthday. Let’s talk about something fun and exciting. Does your husband know what you’ve done to your hair?”

“You’re a pro at avoidance,” Kacy said.

“You’re the psychologist. Is that what you call it, Dr. Williams?” Chella responded, her voice loaded with sarcasm.

“Jason has no clue. He thinks we all went to the spa for manis-pedis and facials.”

“And you decide to chop off all your hair and go from blond to black. I have to admit it looks awesome.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll love it. He thinks short haircuts are hot.” Vicky laughed as she winked her gray eyes at them.

“Is that so?” Kacy replied.

“He does. Watch and see,” Vicky said.

The girls had just finished their first round of drinks when the server came over to let them know their table was ready. As they were seated, the guys walked in. A stranger accompanied them—a man. It appeared that Chella had been set up after all. He was the perfect cliché: tall, dark and handsome. Even from afar, he had an incredible smile that caught Chella’s eye. Then she remembered someone had lied to her. She glared at Vicky across the table and was about to say something, but the guys arrived at the table and she fell silent.

Jason absolutely loved Vicky’s new ‘do. After making a fuss over her, they all exchanged hugs and kisses. Jason introduced the newcomer.

“Mitch, you remember Vicky, my beautiful wife, and Paul’s wife, Kacy.”

“How could I forget? Hello, ladies. Happy birthday, Vicky. This is for you,” Mitch said, handing her a gift bag and kissing her on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mitch. That’s kind of you. Wow, this is heavy. Thanks,” Vicky replied, and slipped the bag beside her.

Jason continued the introductions. “And I’d like you to meet Chella Noon. Chella this is Mitch Mariani. Mitch and I were roommates in college.”

Mitch turned his attention completely to Chella.

He was gorgeous. His eyes were a mixture of hazel and green, and his jaw was rugged and manly. His lips curved into a sexy smile. He took her soft hands into his, looking directly at her as his eyes dazzled. His dark hair framed his face, and her gaze was drawn to his sweet lips.

“Chella, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his deep voice snapping her back to the present.

“Same here,” she replied with a sensual smile. He’s sexy and he knows it!

As they took their seats at the table, Vicky and Kacy both sat next to their husbands, leaving Chella and Mitch to sit across from each other at one end of the rectangular-shaped table.
While taking her seat, she could not help but overhear Mitch quietly talking to Jason, their bodies both slightly turned away from the table,

“So this is your idea of a big dinner party?” whispered Mitch.

“Yeah, of course,” said Jason. “I think six of us are a big group, don’t you?”

“Subjective is the word, right?”

“Right. Don’t you think she’s cute?”

“She is, but I wish you told me what you were doing.”

“Why? So you’d find an excuse not to come.”

“Contrary to what you might think, I’m completely capable of handling my own affairs.”

“I’m aware of that, but I just wanted to get things in gear.”

“Right.” Mitch responded then looked across in Chella’s direction. His gaze collided with hers.
She’d been caught eavesdropping. She quickly looked away, completely flushed with embarrassment.

Chella was not amused at being set up. She glanced at Vicky and Kacy, but they simply returned her annoyed look with innocent smiles. Knowing it wouldn’t be appropriate, and not wanting to complicate an already uncomfortable situation, she decided it was best to brush it aside and try to enjoy the night.

After the appetizers, Kacy got a phone call and had to leave because she had an emergency with a patient. Both she and Paul quickly said their goodbyes.

After the entrees, Jason got a call saying the alarm at his boat rental office on Coronado Island had gone off. Mitch and Chella told them they’d take care of the bill, and Vicky and Jason left, too.

“I hope everything will be okay,” said Chella.

“Me, too,” Mitch replied, chuckling. “I’m not so sure our friends are being honest with us, though. It seems a little convenient.”

“I have my suspicions, but I’m not so sure they’d go that far. Especially on Vicky’s birthday.”

“I was under the impression that I was attending a much bigger dinner party with lots of people.”

“And I was under the impression that Jason’s cousin Christy was the sixth person attending. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw…” Mr. Sex God “you,” Chella replied, laughing.

“Well, I have to admit, despite the fact that I had no clue I was being set up, I’m glad I met you. You have this way of commanding one’s attention.”

Charming! “Is that so?” She replied, blushing from ear to ear.

“You do. You’re beautiful, in more ways than one, from what I can tell.”
As are you. “Are you this charming with all the girls? Or have you reserved that especially for me?” Shit… I actually said that aloud…

“It’s the truth. I have no hidden agenda, Chella. Why do I get the feeling you don’t trust my kind too much?”

Until then, she had managed to keep eye contact with him, but when he blatantly asked her the question, she glanced away, opting to look at the view instead. The conversation turned from playful to serious, and she needed to change that—fast. Trusting a man she just met with painful details of her complicated past did not seem like a bright idea, no matter how attracted she was to him.

Author Interview

1. Tell us about your book/books?
I write contemporary romance novels with elements of suspense.

2.  How did you get started as a writer?
I began writing my first book over a decade and a half ago to entertain myself. I never saw myself as a writer, but fifteen years later, I came across the file on my computer and decided it was a project I needed to complete. I needed to finish what I had started. It was not until early in 2012 when I decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story Uncorked was published in February of 2013. My second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. was released on Tuesday, February 18, 2014.

3.  What’s a typical day like for you?
Email/social media
If I have a design job – work on it
Email/Social media
Dinner with hubby

4.  Describe your workspace.
My living room… lol. White sofa, dark wood furniture with green and brown accents.
5. Tell us 3 interesting things about you.
I’m a muti-faceted person. I love and enjoy doing many different things. These are just a few:
I love to paint, I enjoy landscape photography,and I love the ocean.

6.  Favorite quote:
"Let you conscience be your guide."

7.  Best and worst part of being a writer?
Best  - my imagination is my only limitation.
Worst – not being able to make everyone like my book 100% of the time.  I’d like to make everyone happy and although (According to reviews) most people who read my books like them, is sad when someone says they were disappointed or they did not enjoy the book.

8.  Advice to writers?
This is a learning process for me. It's hard work writing a book. It’s even harder getting it out there and getting it noticed. Be organized and be prepared for sleepless nights.
Nothing will come easy. You will knock on many doors and be told NO many times, but don’t give up.

You will be criticized, sometimes nicely, other times harshly (Sometimes critics forget authors are human beings too) but try to grow a thick skin as quickly as possible. No matter how great a novel you and others feel you might have written. Someone will always have something negative to say—Focus on the positive, learn from the negative. In those moments of difficulty, you may become angry; you may even cry but never allow the opinion of others to become your reality. Never give up.

Carnage Blog Tour

I love him, from the instant I set eyes on him when I was just 11 years old I have loved him and nothing will ever change that, he owns me, he owns my heart and he owns my body and no matter how many lies are told, no matter how many people conspire to keep us apart, despite the fame and the distance, we will find a way.

"Georgia Rae, when we made love you used to cry" ... He waits for me to sing my bit. I try to swallow down a sob but I just end up singing through it...
"I said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die"

Carnage is an edgy coming of age love story that breaks all the rules and transcends the decades. Georgia and Sean's story will stay with you long after you read the final word. 
An emotional, smoking hot, gut wrenching read.
This is part #1 of a 2 part story but can be read as a stand alone.

I am a born and raised Essex girl now living on the beautiful Mornington Peninsula, just outside of Melbourne Australia, I moved here with my husband and three sons in 2006.

Carnage is my third book and was written originally and can be read as a stand alone but I have been convinced by bloggers and readers to write a follow up, so it will be with you later this year.
My first book was Saviour, then it's follow up Resolution, which completes the series.

Not only do I love to write but I also love to read and can devour a book overnight if the story grabs me.
I love watching my sons play football and am very partial to a glass of wine, a nicely chilled Marlborough Sav Blanc being my favourite

Severed Angel Release Blitz 31st March!

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 Release Date: 31st March, 2014
Severed Angel (Severed MC #1) by K.T. Fisher & Ava Manello
Published By: KBK Publishing

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Eve could never have imagined that her trip to Australia, where she is set to be maid of honor for her best friend's wedding, could turn from exciting to deadly so quickly.
Her sheltered and boring vanilla life comes to a screeching halt when she arrives in Australia and witnesses a shocking MC murder which puts her life in extreme danger. The Carnal MC are a dangerous and savage motorcycle gang who want Eve and will stop at nothing to seek their revenge.
Just when it seems her nightmare fate is sealed, Eve is rescued by the Severed MC and quickly falls for the club's Vice President Gabe aka "Angel". This could be just the diversion she needs. With her new protectors, Eve faces a whole new life she never could have imagined...
Gabe never wanted an old lady. One look at the beautiful Eve cowering at the hands of the enemy changes all that. Starting a war with the Carnal MC and having Eve in his bed is just the beginning.
When Gabe stakes his claim, he goes all in. War with Carnal MC is just the price of making Eve his, and only his. But love invites blood and tragedy in an MC's life.
Just when it's looking up for his MC and his new woman, a savage attack blows the lid off everything. Revenge possessed and determined can the hot tattooed biker save her from the danger that lies ahead?
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I slowly walk in the direction of the noise. I have no idea why, snooping didn't exactly do me any favors the last time. There are a few more doors down here, one door is slightly open and I can tell it's a pool room. There are three pool tables spread around and I find the reason behind the noise. I've only ever been with one man at a time, in fact I've only ever been with douche-bag, but this girl has three. My brain races with the possibilities of what three men could do to my body.  After reading so many erotica books I’ve certainly fantasized about the things I’ve read, but it’s nothing compared to actually seeing it happen right in front of you.  Where I’m standing is dark, so even if they look up… they won’t be able to see me.  At least I hope not! The woman is naked, legs spread wide and laying on her back on the table.  One man has his head buried between her thighs, another thrusting his cock deep in her mouth at the edge of the table, and the third is licking her nipples from the other side. The sight is highly erotic and I'm immediately turned on. My eyes widen when they stop, flipping the girl over, dragging her down the table so one of the men can sit at its edge with her straddling his lap. The others take their positions, one behind her, the other standing above them all, giving the girl perfect access to his hard cock. Her moan fills the room as the three enter her, bumping and thrusting. I fight my own hands, biting on my lip. I am so turned on right now, I don't know what to do with myself. I think about running back to my room and taking care of myself, but I can't turn my eyes away from the scene acting out in front of me. I catch movement to my side, shocked to see Angel glaring at me. "Like what you see?" I stare wide eyed, I don't know what to say. I'm embarrassed he's caught me watching. He curses, looking back to the foursome.  The girl’s moaning becomes louder and I step back. I'm still turned on, my underwear is soaked, even though I'm ashamed at being caught watching. Angel looks at me, snickering before storming into the room. What the fuck is he doing?  photo 2

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KTK.T Fisher

I love reading, it's my favourite hobby. I've always had ideas for my own books packed into my head so I thought I would write them out for people to enjoy Stalk K.T. Fisher Facebook: Twitter: KTFisher_Author Goodreads: Severed MC Australia

Ava ImageAva Manello

Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more tag helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading, I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog. I'm married, a mother, but most of all I'm me! Stalk Ava Manello Facebook:  Twitter: @AvaManello Goodreads: Website:

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Cover Reveal Everything I Want by K.L. Shandwick

Lily is moving forward after her break up with Alfie. Her journey continues through some extremely emotional times during key events, as she becomes more self- assured and begins to develop as an performing artist. It isn't easy for Lily to forget Alfie because of circumstances in Alfie's life. However, Lily is tortured by constant reminders of their time together, and this does little for her resolve to move on.  Although, Lily has made her choice, it is also tinged with sadness. Her love for Alfie remains strong, and she fights a constant internal battle, between loving him and loving her music. Lily thinks it's impossible to have both. A fabulous opportunity arises for Lily, but there is a possibility of this bringing her face to face with Alfie again. Can Lily cope with the emotional turmoil this would bring her? Or, is the risk of seeing Alfie something she feels able to manage now?

Musically, Lily concentrates her efforts much more, which brings success, post Alfie. Through this, she finds friends in some of the most unlikely of circumstances. All of her friends continue to protect her, and are all well aware of the impact Lily's relationship with Alfie has had on her. All apart from Elle, who gives Lily food for thought. Although, Lily's mind is still plagued with memories of Alfie; which continue to impact on her to such an extent, Lily has been unable to form new romantic ties. Professionally, her relationships couldn't be better. She is offered some amazing opportunities rarely available, and is determined to do make the most of them. This is especially important to her, given the sacrifices she has made in the past to do this. Will Lily's music be enough for her, and prove to be everything she ever wanted?



I have lived my whole life with comments from both, relative strangers and close friends telling me I should write a book. People continually tell me I have an ability to tell a story and make even the mundane sound interesting. (I’m personally not aware of that.)
The thought of doing this, was something I never thought I would entertain, because being dyslexic, during my childhood and adolescence, I found it very difficult to get past how to spell something, never mind how coherent the sentence sounded. So writing a few paragraphs usually made me sweat.
As a child I discovered coping strategies and developed my own ways of getting by, I wasn’t stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but left school at fifteen without any academic qualifications. I wasn't diagnosed with dyslexia until I attended university at the age of thirty. 
(Both of my children were diagnosed with dyslexia, one at the age of seven and one much later, although, I could see my traits present in him, and both have excelled academically in their chosen professions.
Thanks to the invention of the computer and information technology, my world changed. I learned how to communicate in written form effectively, not afraid to use language present in my oral skills that were lacking in my written work, for fear of spelling them wrongly, which gave me the confidence to write the books. Had I, had to write a book on paper, I know I would never have finished the first page.
I recently discovered the joy of writing after a challenge by a friend, which turned into three books. As I am constantly challenging others to face their demons, I decided, after some persuasion, to brave it out and share the books with others. I don’t have any expectations for them other than to tell the story.
This was a huge step for me, and took courage because there are so many fabulous clever people out there, writing amazing pieces of work that sadly, very few people ever see. 
My work:  I have had the pleasure (and the drama) of working in The National Health Service and in an independent capacity for Social Services in the UK for many years. My work has been supporting many women, children, young people, and families during this time. Sometimes, this has been at some of the toughest or most vulnerable times in their lives. 
During this time I have observed the communications of all parties involved both, in their relationships with others and how their decisions affect the subsequent outcomes for them and others. I have shared in the births and in the deaths of some of these people, and I never take advantage of the privilege my position brings me.
People ask what does the K.L. stand for K.L. Shandwick is a pseudonym. This isn’t to ‘hide’ behind, (I am not ashamed of what I’ve written), but to afford my clients the appropriate level of confidentiality by association. So, K L stands for KL. I am an independent author, who presently self publishes through kindle, but I hope to have a print copy of my books shortly.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Heaven in You cover reveal

2003 was a wild year for Jasmine Ashcroft and Jonathan Fox. Betrayal. Tragedy. Breakups. Reunions. And way too many long-haul flights. Now Jasmine and Jonathan just want to get away from it all for a little while. What better place to celebrate their first Christmas together than an out-of-the-way cabana in the Riviera Maya? No electricity, no phones, no paparazzi. Just sea, sunshine, and--hopefully--lots of shagging.

But like the most tenacious of groupies, mayhem follows the Strange Angels frontman everywhere…even to paradise. If Kit and his Wild One want their newfound relationship to survive this vacation, they’re going to need a lot of trust, strength, and patience. And tequila. Mucho tequila.

Warning! This novella is for readers 18+ only due to drug references, mature language, and lots of steamy Rock star sex.

Elizabeth Corva worked in the music industry for 14 years before moving to the relatively sane and stable world of defense contracting. She has collected a road case full of stories that she uses as inspiration for her novels.

A Million Miles Away

Give in to the Night

The Angel Interceptor series was conceived as the sun was setting on Hair Metal, born during the early days of fictionpress, and came of age in 2013 when the author finally worked up the nerve to try self-publishing. All of Elizabeth's works are dedicated to the men who play Metal and the women who love them, even though they should know better.