Category Archives: BLOG TOUR

by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 27, 2016 · 5:00 am

Of Flame and Light by Cecy Robson – Book Tour

of-flame-and-light

Book info

Title: Of Flame and Light
Author: Cecy Robson
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Series: Weird Girls (#7)
Expected publication: October 18th 2016
Book Length: 350 (kindle)
Publisher: Cecy Robson, LLC

DESCRIPTION/Blurb

Taran Wird holds the unique ability to conjure fire and lightning. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran’s insecurities have driven them apart.

Devastated by an injury that left her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic. But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes the alternative.

The only way to regain control of her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don’t come easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.

Yet Taran must learn and learn fast. Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31428827-of-flame-and-light?from_search=true

Buy links

Amazon:                     https://amzn.to/2aGBA8g
iBooks:                        https://apple.co/2b2eahA
Barnes & Noble:         https://bit.ly/2avGiuc
Kobo:                          https://bit.ly/2aNpnSz

Excerpt

Son of a bitch.
I groan as I roll onto my back. I’d like to say this is the first time I’ve been knocked unconscious. I’d also like to say my boobs are the same size, but hey, such is my life.
Dirt. All I sense is that and dank heaviness that accompanies a . . . cave? Through the fog taking up residency along my brain, I make out a dim glow. It takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from my light-saber arm. I push up on my hands, grimacing when my fingers sink into the soil. Yet it’s what I see when I glance up that has me scrambling to my feet.
A lonely hand scuttles by me, chasing after a rat. Oh, but it gets better. I press my back against a dirt wall as a foot hops by, chasing after the hand, that’s chasing after the rat, with a decapitated head rolling —I shit you not—merrily behind them.
It’s like some kind of fucked up nursery rhyme. I don’t want to know the next verse, especially not with the collection of zombies gathering from all sides. These are different from the ones who pulled us onto shore. Their grisly faces are more emaciated and their bodies are in a more advance stage of decomposing. As they shuffle toward me, pieces of their skin fall in small moist clumps.
I hold out my hand. “Stay back.”
They collectively moan.
And move closer.
I grit my teeth, summoning that spark from deep in my core. The dank air seems to enclose around me, giving me a chill and snuffing out my inner heat.
Shit, shit, shit.
On wobbly legs, I slide my back against the dirt wall, my hands out. The zombies gather closer, cocking their heads, their empty sockets mesmerized by the glow of my arm. At first, I think they’re simply curious. But then their short thick tongues push forward, appearing to lick what’s left of their lips.
I jump when another hand scrambles by, its pinky brushing against my foot. My back presses against the dirt wall as I slide against it. I’m not sure where to go. I only know I can’t stay here.
I bang my fists against the wall, trying to stimulate my fire. My left hand doesn’t react, tensing uselessly. But that spark I so need triggers from my right arm, igniting flames along the path of my blue veins only to putter out.
Come on, light.

Giveaway

Enter to Win the Ultimate Weird Girls Prize Pack, including a Coach® purse stuffed with an autographed copy of Sealed with a Curse, an audiobook of A CURSED EMBRACE, t-shirts, a water bottle, magnets, signed postcards, pins, and bookmarks.
Enter here: a Rafflecopter giveaway

cecy
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (Cecy Robson)
Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is the new adult and contemporary romance author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels, and the Carolina Beach series, as well as the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated RITA® finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
Author Links (Contact Links)
cecyrobson.com | facebook.com/Cecy.Robson.Author | twitter.com/cecyrobson | instagram.com/cecyrobsonauthor

no-images_pc

https://www.pcbookreviews.com/

https://www.paranormalcravings.com

2 Comments

Filed under BLOG TOUR, BOOKS

Tagged as CECY ROBSON, Magic, Of Flame and Light, Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy, SHIFTERS, Taran Wird, Vampires, Weird Girls (#7)

by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 20, 2016 · 5:00 am

Blog Tour – Chaos – M. Wheeler

mareril-wheeler_banner
Preceded By Chaos Vol. 0

…Preceded by Chaos is an illustrated short story. The protagonist, Mitchell Weaver, is a young Emergency Medicine doctor. Mitchell has entered a high stress, distinguished profession with the burden of a variety of particularly disturbing personal demons that he must battle every day in order to maintain the façade of sanity and control. The initial instalment of the series, Volume 0, introduces the reader to Mitchell at a point in his life where he has begun to realize that many of his prior indulgences and deficits are no longer compatible with his current life of responsibility.

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Preceded-Chaos-Vol-0/dp/1911110772/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1475765662&sr=8-1&keywords=preceded+by+chaos

About M. Wheeler

M. Wheeler held an eclectic series of jobs – including working as a studio engineer and a teacher –
before he entered medical school in his thirties. During his residency while living in New York City, he wrote his first two books which would eventually become the Preceded by Chaos series. Wheeler travels extensively for his job but currently lives in Miami.

https://precededbychaos.com/
Twitter – https://twitter.com/precededbychaos
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/PrecededByChaos/

mareril-final-ebook-cover-15-8-16-9781911110774-perfect

Promoting a book, in effect promoting myself, is a very unnatural and weird endeavor. After infancy and toddlerhood, a time where you feel you are the center of the universe, most of us find the general societal interest in our personal story virtually nonexistent. I mean I can recall a period in my life, during my inaugural unaccompanied bowel movements, where not needing someone to wipe the leftover excreta from my backside commanded my mother to issue an all points public service announcement to all extended family members. Nowadays I can post a medical school graduation pic on FB and not get a single like. So I’m certainly grateful to anyone willing to suffer though reading the story of me. Thank you.

My story was a typical story. At least to me, my story never seemed atypical until I spoke about it aloud to friends and associates that hail from more refined parentage. The way I see it, I knew other children born to 16 year old single mothers. My grandfather being involved in some minor element of organized crime seemed normal to me. My father being a drug dealer and former heroine addict didn’t seem abnormal. I was born and lived in neighborhoods where all these things did not make me different from any of my peers. But during the later parts of my formative years, I also lived in neighborhoods where subjects concerning my background were deemed taboo and unmentionable. Regardless of my environment it all seemed pretty blasé to me.

Always looking for a better opportunity to provide for me, mom’s lack of job stability led to a good deal of relocation within Connecticut and a short stint in Southern California. During our travels, I wasn’t the picture of popularity. Being a chubby, quiet, introspective child, who never stayed in one school system for more than 2 years was less than an ideal scenario for accumulating invites to the local kids’ ice cream socials. Often I found my prepubescent self quarantined in my bedroom, either trapped inside my head with my thoughts or immersing myself into comic books. With almost an unhealthy penchant for being internally occupied, I never ran out of thoughts but when I ran out of comics I made my own. As I entered grade school, the format of my comics transformed to short stories and shoddily developed screenplays until one day writing took a back seat to the effects of the unbridled hormones of puberty. Like many, my high school years were a barely enjoyable series of poorly executed attempts at maturity where not much was accomplished academically or otherwise. Shortly after high school, my grandfather, my de facto father figure, died in jail. It was around this time that I would resume writing. The tone of my writing became decidedly darker, at times representing a part of my life that was once taboo to address but due to my grandfather’s passing, and my own independence, I then felt comfortable confronting in my writing.

Influenced by an illustrated form of Edgar Allan Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart”, it wouldn’t be until my college years that my first illustrated short story would be initiated.

My twenties were spent working full time and pursing my Bachelor’s and Master’s degree. It was during this time where I developed and indefatigable work ethic. I never had less than 2 forms of employment and I worked every kind of job under the sun. My spectrum of employment ranged from a UPS dock loader, to furniture mover to bartender to scientific researcher and teacher’s assistant in a university Biology department and everything in between. I would have complained less while working so much if I would have known my work experience would serve to help me prepare for my medical career as well as my writing. But I didn’t know, so I complained nonstop while working, as well as before work and after clocking out. In my mid-late twenties is when I decided to go to medical school. 12 hours study days 7 days a week once again served to put my writing on hold, not to mention my income and social life. It wasn’t until my residency, during a trip to Amsterdam, that “Preceded by Chaos, Volume 0” was written. During my medical training, after having minimal exposure to people with this level of pedigree and intellect, I was astonished by just how normal my fellow doctors were. It was at this point during my career that the ideas for stories about my comrades began to consume my RAM that was once reserved for medical knowledge, and lay claim to my immediate attention that was typically occupied by issues related to patient care. So I guess my motivation to write had, in part, stemmed from my desire not kill someone through medical negligence and, in part, from my desire to tell a tale about the humanness of those who we at times think are beyond reproach.

“…Preceded by Chaos” is an illustrated short story series based on people and situations I had come across during my time in medicine. This book, Volume 0, is the introduction to a series. The story has a finite arc and the first volume introduces the reader to the story in the middle of the arc and all subsequent books move forward in time or back in time, relative to volume 0. Volume 0 is an important place to start because it introduces us to the main character, Mitchell Weaver, at a time where Mitchell is reaching a transition point between who he was and who he will be and the story ahead of him is as important as the story behind him.

Thank you for the opportunity to entertain you. I truly enjoyed writing “…Preceded by Chaos”.

Please visit the website, at www.precededbychaos.com, for free multimedia content and to learn more about the series. Like us on Face Book, at Preceded by Chaos, and follow us on Twitter, at #precededbychaos.

Wheeler

Comments Off on Blog Tour – Chaos – M. Wheeler

Filed under BLOG TOUR, BOOKS

Tagged as chaos, illustrated short story, m. wheeler

by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 19, 2016 · 5:00 am

BLOG TOUR- CURSE ON THE LAND

EXCERPT
After shaking the blanket open and snapping it to the ground, I sat in the middle of it with my knees crossed and the notebook and Psymeter2.0 in front of me. I synched the device to my cell and sent the recordings to U-18 HQ. I once again noted the date, time, and GPS location on the pad. It looked like I was taking scientific readings. It was utterly a cheat. I studied the land around me, noted a wildlife cam pointed at the pond, the remains of the kudzu-buried, tumbledown buildings on one edge of the property, and spotted the foundations of an old house near them in the pines across the pond. The brick showed signs of a long-ago fire. To my right, was a better-kept lean-to filled with farm equipment, a small tractor and gardening tools, all looking functional and which were secured with massive chains.

Placing my palm on the ground, I took a cleansing breath, blew it out, and relaxed.

Instantly I could tell that something wasn’t right, and in a way I had no immediate name for. The ground was . . . maybe sick, infested with something, some kind of parasite or illness. The earth beneath my palm felt cold, icy, not to the touch, but to the spirit, which wasn’t something I could easily explain to other people. It felt sick and murky and restless. As if it was dying, dying in pain. Alone and afraid.

I sent a soothing pulse of calm into the land, searching for the cause of the illness. Reaching down into the earth. I found the water source for the pond, an underground, degraded concrete pipe that ran along the low hill about halfway to the crest. The pipe system capped a spring there and collected the water, sending it down, through the pipe and into the pond for collection, probably for former use by farm animals. It was a slow trickle of water, and ran off on the far side, through another, smaller pipe, and into a gully. I dove deeper into the land. Below the surface of the hill, near the springhead, was an up-thrusting slab of granite angled toward the sky, driven up and broken during some unimaginable earthquake in the far past. It was now shored in place by accumulated layers of shattered rock and compacted soil all around the slab, softening its contours, creating the hillock.

GIVEAWAY!
There is a tour-wide giveaway for 5 copies of CURSE ON THE LAND, 2 sets of the Soulwood novels (BLOOD OF THE EARTH & CURSE ON THE LAND), and a $25 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Giveaway runs October 17th to November 12th. If you’d like to share, the Rafflecopter code is below.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

curseonland_web

About CURSE ON THE LAND:
Before Nell Ingram met skinwalker Jane Yellowrock, she had no one to rely on, finding strength only in her arcane connection to the dark woods around her. But now she has friends in the newly formed PsyLED team to keep her grounded — even if being part of the agency responsible for policing paranormals comes with dangers of its own…

After training at the PsyLED academy, Nell returns home to her woods to find the land feeling sick and restless. And that sickness is spreading. With the help of her team, under the leadership of agent Rick LaFleur, Nell tries to determine the cause. But nothing can prepare them for the evil that awaits: an entity that feeds on death itself. And it wants more….

Purchase links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0451473329
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/curse-on-the-land-faith-hunter/1123638786
Books-A-Million: https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Curse-Land/Faith-Hunter/9780451473325
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Faith_Hunter_Curse_on_the_Land?id=fxKICwAAQBAJ
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/curse-on-the-land/id1082582265
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/curse-on-the-land

REVIEW

I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.

Curse on the Land (A Soulwood Novel) is phenomenal!! Nell has grown some since the last book. Things have gotten weird. They are called out when a group of ducks are found swimming in a constant circle and others are coming up dead. Nell’s power is getting stronger and she has to learn to use it as she goes along, but when a curse is put on the land, she better learn fast. With the full moon coming up in a few days, things will start to get hairy and she might be a few people short on the case. I loved the ending with Rick, and that is all I will say about it. I love Faith’s writing and the way she presents Nell’s world. The world building is flawless. I cannot wait to see what she has in store for Nell and the gang next. If you have not picked up a Faith Hunter book, then you don’t know what you are missing. Go out and get your copy today!! I loved this book and give CURSE ON THE LAND 5/5 STARS.

About Faith Hunter: unnamed-1
Faith Hunter, fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. She writes three Urban Fantasy series: the Skinwalker series, featuring Jane Yellowrock, a Cherokee skinwalker who hunts rogue vampires. The Soulwood series, featuring earth magic user Nell Ingram. And the Rogue Mage novels, a dark, urban, post-apocalyptic, fantasy series featuring Thorn St. Croix, a stone mage. (There is a role playing game based on the series, ROGUE MAGE.)

Under the pen name Gwen Hunter, she writes action-adventure, mysteries, and thrillers. As Faith and Gwen, she has 30+ books in print in 29 countries.

Hunter writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for travel, jewelry making, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV, traveling with their rescued Pomeranians to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.

Find Faith online at her website FaithHunter.net, her blog, on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.

2 Comments

Filed under BLOG TOUR, BOOKS

Tagged as curse on the land, Faith Hunter, PARANORMAL ROMANCE, URBAN FANTASY

by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 3, 2016 · 5:00 am

Blog Tour – Love Me Crazy – Camden Leigh

love-me-crazy-bt-ban

Today we have the blog tour for Love Me Crazy by Camden Leigh. We are so excited to share this fantastic new contemporary romance with you! Be sure to check it out and grab your copy today!

About Love Me Crazy:

“We’re broken in the most screwed-up perfect way. It was inevitable we’d end up together.”

Cassidy Beck is focused on one thing, and one thing only: planning the Southern wedding of the century in Lucas Hill, South Carolina. Fresh from a tragic breakup, Cassidy’s not in the mood for any distractions. But when antebellum hottie Quinn Covington arrives in all his sexy, tattooed glory, he might prove to be the biggest distraction of them all.

MIA ever since his father’s death, Quinn doesn’t plan to stay any longer than it takes to start his dad’s vintage truck. But the sight of Cassidy trying to fend off his family’s pet turkey sends him for a loop. Red-haired and fierce, she’s just as broken as he is. But even though Cassidy’s past makes her the only one able to understand Quinn’s own scars, they also make her wary. After all, how can she trust him with her heart when everyone else she’s ever given it to has thrown it away?

Sexy, heart-wrenching, and full of Southern charm, this new contemporary romance from Camden Leigh shows just what happens when two people who are perfectly broken end up piecing each other back together.

Get your copy today!

EXCERPT

“I think I should go to bed.” She ducks under my arm from where I pinned her against the counter. The glance she casts over her shoulder leaks her uncertainty into the air.

Fuck if I’m going down that easily.

I push open her door, grab her around the waist and pull her into me, taking her lips without caution. Her hands ball into fists and press against my shoulders. She turns away and I give her a second to think this through, to really consider what she and I could have, right now, right here. If she wanted. And I need her to want me.

“You can walk away,” I whisper, “but I can’t walk away without a fight.”

Her hands soften as her glazed olive-green eyes consider my offer. I let her go and hold my hands up, waiting for her choice. Will she chose me, or herself?

“Don’t stop fighting,” she whispers. “I want you to win.”

I lock the door and move swiftly to her side, afraid I’m imagining this. Afraid I’ve drunk too much—highly improbable—and am experiencing the most elaborate hallucination ever.

She takes my hands and walks me around the edge of her bed. Her hands slip over my chest, lower to my belt and undo me in a matter of seconds, both physically and mentally. I tug at her shirt hem and shimmy it up, exposing her gorgeous map of freckles. I lean down and kiss her neck, her shoulder, and the dip where her collar bones meet.

Her hands thread through my hair and direct me up. Her kiss settles on my lips. Her tongue traces their seam. I back her into the bed, no longer wanting to take it slow. She pulls her shirt over her head and reaches for the hook on her bra, but I hook her elbow with my finger, wanting to enjoy the sight a bit longer—loose red strands falling from her messy bun, curling just above her navy lace bra. I trace the outline of her nipples and they harden against the sheer material.

She sits on the edge of the mattress. I drop to my knees and lean over her legs, inhaling her and tracing a kiss across her breasts. She arches back and collapses on the bed, but not before grabbing a handful of my shirt and inviting me to stretch out with her.

She pulls my shirt over my head and traces the trail of tattoos across my chest before pulling me closer. I roll on top of her and settle a kiss on her lips. Warm fucking lips. Hot fucking body. Sexiest damn woman I’ve ever met.

“This is our first date, right?” she asks.

“No way.” I kiss her and stretch her arms overhead so I can trace the curves her body makes. “You don’t score on the first date.”

‘Thought we could change that.”

About Camden Leigh:

author-photo

Camden Leigh is a sucker for first kisses, first hook-ups and anything that adds the unforgettable first sparks of love–humor, seduction, hot-n-sexy bods, angsty determination…what have you! Her stories expose the real dirt, grime and grit that befalls a seemingly perfect relationship, the heartache as a result, and the growth, perseverance and strength it takes to make flaws work for her characters. She wants her characters to experience love that wraps arounds their hearts, turns them into sizzling flames and results in a grand finale of fireworks.

When Camden isn’t writing, she’s either crafting, flicking through images of gorgeous paper, saturated palettes or…um, lip-lickin’ washboard abs. When feeling guilty, she attempts to keep up with her energetic kiddos by beach combing, kayaking, golfing (can it really be called golfing if a seven-year-old beats you?) or being that crazy person at a concert. Her addictions: chocolate covered raspberries, real southern sweet tea (not the fake stuff with the sugar crystals hanging out in the bottom of the cup), her pups and pretty paper she’ll never use.

Connect with Camden:

twitter: https://twitter.com/Camden_Leigh

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/camden_leigh/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/camden_leigh/

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Camden-Leigh-912698852155676/?pnref=story

goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/camdenleigh

Giveaway Details:

lmc-giveaway

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Blog Tour Schedule:

September 28th

Captain Reads A Lot Excerpt

Aly’s Miscellany Excerpt

AC Book Blog Excerpt

Reese’s Reviews Excerpt

Barbara’s Book Reviews Excerpt

September 29th

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium Excerpt

Roxy’s Reviews Excerpt

Ashley Book Blog Review

September 30th

Reading Tigress Excerpt

Two Girls with Books Review

Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents Excerpt

SBB Reviews Review

Spunky N Sassy Excerpt

Kitty’s Book Spot! Excerpt

October 1st

More Books Than Livros Review

Kick Back & Review Excerpt

Those Crazy Book Chicks Excerpt

October 2nd

Bad boys and Bedtime stories book previews Review

Literary Dust Excerpt

October 3rd

Socially Awkward Book Nerd Excerpt

V’s Reads Review

Book Junkiez Excerpt

An Aussie Girls WILD Book Addiction! Dreamcast

October 4th

Alpha Book Club Review

Book Fancy Review

Cruising Susan Book Reviews Review

October 5th

My Slanted Bookish Ramblings Review

Evermore Books Excerpt

Crazii Bitches Book Blog Review

October 6th

Lucky 13 Review

EskieMama Reads Excerpt

Rock Out With Sweet Reads Excerpt

October 7th

KatyaRath Review

Ramblings From This Chick Review

The Book Sirens Review

October 8th

The Book Tree Excerpt

Romance Book Nerd Excerpt

The Power of Three Readers Review

October 9th

Fictional rendezvous book blog Excerpt

Southern Yankee Book Reviews Review

Dog-Eared Daydreams Review

October 10th

Princess Reads Review

Seraphim Book Reviews Guest Post

Novel Addiction Review

October 11th

G & T’s Indie Café Excerpt

Books 2 Blog Review

Teatime and Books Excerpt

One girl lost in romance books Review

Southern Vixens Book Obsessions Review

Comments Off on Blog Tour – Love Me Crazy – Camden Leigh

Filed under BLOG TOUR, BOOKS

Tagged as blog tour, Camden Leigh, contemporary romance, excerpt, Love Me Crazy

by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | September 24, 2016 · 5:00 am

CRUSHING ON LOVE – BLOG TOUR

Today we have the release week blitz by Crushing on Love by Melissa Foster! Check out the excerpt and grab your copy today!

col_blogtour

About Crushing on Love:

cover

The Bradens are a series of stand alone novels that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger series.

“You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that’s fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won’t want to stop reading. Every book’s a winner!” NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

“With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!” New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner

“Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!” New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely

In CRUSHING ON LOVE…

Steve Johnson is living his life’s passion watching over the Colorado Mountains as a ranger and wildlife consultant. But his peaceful life is upended when overzealous and insanely beautiful Shannon Braden flits back into his life after returning from a brief trip home to Maryland. He thought his attraction to her was under control—after all, she’s only in Colorado temporarily, and he doesn’t do casual affairs.

Shannon’s return to Colorado has as much to do with the game of cat and mouse she and Steve have been playing as it does the data she’s been hired to collect. But despite her efforts to explore the undeniable heat simmering between them, Steve’s intent on keeping his distance.

When a ranch abutting the national park goes up for sale, Steve will do whatever it takes to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. And when all his attempts fail, he’s left with no alternative but to follow Shannon’s guidance into the online world he abhors in order to raise the funds. The more time they spend together, the deeper their attraction becomes, and a game of cat and mouse turns into an unstoppable connection. But when Shannon’s assignment comes to an end, will it mean an end to them, too?

WANT MORE BRADENS? All Braden books can be read as stand-alone novels or as part of the series:

THE BRADENS (Peaceful Harbor, MD)

Healed by Love (Nate)

Surrender My Love (Cole)

River of Love (Sam)

Crushing on Love (Shannon)

Whisper of Love (Tempest)

Thrill of Love (Ty)

The Bradens are part of the Love in Bloom big family romance collection. Characters from each sub-series appear in future books.

Grab Your Copy Today!!

Exclusive Excerpt:

teaser2

SHANNON WATCHED STEVE swing his ax. He was built like the very mountains he loved: strong and stable, with layers of hard-earned muscles born from honest, hard work. Pure perfection. And that hair? Lord. What would it be like to fist her hands in his hair and kiss him? To touch all those hard planes of muscle? To discover the man behind the walls? She told herself those were wants not needs, no matter how much they felt like it. The kind of unrelenting wants that bring a girl to reach beneath the sheets and satisfy her fantasies.

Down, girl.

Shannon had been surprised by how much she’d missed Steve when she’d gone home for her eldest brother Cole’s wedding. She and Steve hadn’t spent more than a few stolen moments together during the weeks she was here for her first assignment. Usually she’d catch him working on equipment, or in his yard, before she returned to her uncle’s ranch in the evenings. He’d captivated her with his passion for, and endless knowledge about, all things wilderness related. And he was different from most of the guys she knew. He wasn’t hung up on his looks or material things. He was real, with a strong set of values and priorities. Somehow, between their almost daily conversations and weeks of hoping she’d see him, she’d become completely and utterly taken with him.

When she’d been offered the assignment and the cabin, she’d accepted without hesitation. She’d missed Steve too much to deny the attraction, and she wanted to see if something might come of it.

Now that she was here, her body was thrumming at the mere sight of him. Given that she’d actually asked him about his sex life—and nearly died on the spot when the question slipped out—she desperately needed to rein herself in.

He wiped sweat from his brow, his tanned skin glistening in the morning sun. “Need anything from town?” he asked, setting another log on the stump.

She couldn’t pry her eyes from his rippling abs and his bulbous biceps flexing with every move. “Town?”

He cocked a smile and hoisted the ax again. “Town. You know, the place where people who like Pinterest live?”

She forced her eyes away, glancing at the trees swaying in the breeze, the rocks at her feet, anywhere but at him.

“I know what town is. I’m just surprised you’re going there.” Everyone knew Steve hated to leave his precious mountain.

“Gotta take care of some business.”

Going into town was a big deal. Unlike a quick trip to the store from her apartment in Peaceful Harbor, the drive into town took at least thirty to forty-five minutes, depending on which town he was going to. She’d realized last night she’d forgotten two very important supplies. Pop-Tarts and toilet paper. She could probably live with the single roll of toilet paper she had in the cabin for another few days if she needed to, but Pop-Tarts were pretty much a necessity. Besides, maybe she could convince Steve to help her scout gray-fox habitats at dusk. Perfect!

“Can I come with you?” she asked hopefully. “I need to pick up a few things.”

“I’ll get them for you. What do you need?”

She bit her lower lip, willing herself not to fib. But if she asked him to pick up what she really needed, he’d leave and she’d have to go searching for habitats by herself. Now that she’d thought about going later with her yummy mountain man, she’d already settled on it in her mind.

“It’s girl stuff. You won’t want to get it.” So much for not fibbing. “Can I please go with you?” She gave him her best pleading look. “I promise not to talk your ear off.” Fib, fib, fib! She had no control over what came out of her mouth, especially around him.

He muttered under his breath and set the ax against the stump. “I’m not making a hundred stops.”

She leapt with delight and ran over to hug him. Her heel slipped out of her boot and she stumbled into him in a half hug, half full-body-draped-over-Steve embrace. His skin was hot, his body was hard, and getting harder by the second. He smelled like man and musk, and…she was still plastered against him.

She cleared her throat and managed, “Thank you.” Using his chest for leverage—yum, yum—she found her footing and pressed her heel back into her boot. “One stop. That’s it. Promise.”

“You’re excited to get those supplies.” He picked up the logs he’d chopped and piled them on his forearm like they were toothpicks.

“I’m just excited to be back. Maybe at dusk you can help me map out the habitats? It’ll be fun to scope them out together.”

He gave her a curious look. “Haven’t heard anyone describe hanging out with me as fun in a long time.”

“Then you’re hanging out with losers, and I’m taking that as a yes.” She grabbed the coffee mugs, unable to stop smiling.

“I’m leaving in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be back lickety-split.” With a bounce in her step, she headed toward her cabin and heard him mutter, “Lickety-split,” followed by a chuckle.

About Melissa Foster:

melissa-author-photoo

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.

Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.

Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.