Saturday, February 28, 2015

**Release Day** Accepting Cherry




Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?

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Behind every prince is a story left untold. 
Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer. 

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.
Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?







             Tonight is a big night. I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.  I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear tonight.  I used my uniform allowance to get this sexy getup.  Roger expects us to always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.  This is where the big dogs come out and play.  This is the most private club in town.  If you knew who some of our highest paying customers were you would know why. 

I have a birthday party that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all drunk off their asses already I’m sure.  I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.  This is what makes my job interesting and fun:  breaking them in.  A man gets a good first time and they’ll be coming back for more, meaning more cash for me.  I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my leg, giving me a sexy edge.  Plus, it keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction. 
            I finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror.  It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup top it off.  My ruffle front thong is orange and it is the final dessert of the hour.  I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and smack them in the mirror.
            “Cherry, you’re up in ten.  Don’t keep them waiting.  This is my biggest payout of the night.”
            I roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head inside the door.  Show the man green and he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure.  He would never admit that though. 
            “I’ll be right out, Roger.” 
            He likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets full.   I’ve already been up on stage a few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room.  “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the club, ready for action.
            The club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece, some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club; after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room, spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one.  He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be, Darlin’?”
He leans in to whisper in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the go ahead. This guy has some nice friends.  A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger.  It is explained that’s before the tip, so this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
            I head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the door.  All private rooms have a bouncer keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times.  As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and there is a knock at the door.  I walk over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly sexy man.  Hell yes, this is going to be fun.
Something about his face looks familiar, but I can’t place it.  He has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle protruding from his fitted shirt.  He must have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos running up his arms.  I don’t know what it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a way I don’t understand.  Maybe it’s the business meets bad boy persona.  Whatever it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
 I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m Cherry.”
He studies me for a moment with heated eyes.  The way he looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.”  My name rolls off his tongue in the most sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs.  This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy and seductive. 
The music starts to play and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a handful of black material.  I walk backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging me on.  Not wasting any time, I place each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my hair from side to side.  It starts the full body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending with my pelvis.  I stand and turn, closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position.  I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying the feel of it hardening beneath me.  While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of the music.  Turning my head to the side, I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a slow motion.  I continue gyrating on his lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is pressing into the crack of my ass.
  I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.  My hormones are quickly running wild, something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become familiar with my body.  Time stands still…for a while.  I hear him grunt, praising me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked. 
I finish out the dance as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit.  He stands as I run my fingers through my hair and I watch as he fishes in his pockets.  He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me.  I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose. 
“How much for house calls?”
I’m about to say something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usually come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like it.  You have a beautiful body.  Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he finishes quietly. 
What a generous man, but I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants, so I know what he’s referring to. 
“I don’t think so, sweetie.”
I’m ready to thank him and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him.  He presses his lips to mine before I even know what’s happening.  I can taste the whiskey on his breath.  Poor guy is so drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure.  He pulls away and touches his index finger to my lips, silencing me. 
“Think about it.  The club closes at two.  I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take me up on my offer.  Sometimes outside of the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing here alone.  I’m not sure what the hell just happened, but I find myself considering it.  I never do this.  There’s one reason why….”




Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult Erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo. If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens. She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii








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Friday, February 27, 2015

**Release Day** A Murder of Crowes


A Murder of Crowes

Book 3 in the Shadow Series
By Addison Kline 



Synopsis


When the life of a family dies, what happens to their secrets? Are the memories of their vitality stamped out by the darkness? Are their heirlooms and photographs stowed away, hidden from view? Can the flicker of a candle’s flame reveal the secrets of a bygone life? Or will the damp and the darkness squelch the truth forever?

The Elkhart Bugle called it A Murder of Crowes. It was a clever play on words. A sinister spin on the traditional meaning of the phrase. A murder of crows - three crows gathered in unison. The trio are seen as an omen, a threat. The three stand in judgment over their peers. Self-declared kings of paupers. But on November 22, 1967, one journalist cloaked the phrase in further darkness when Ellis Crowe and two of his adult sons, Warren and Jasper Crowe, were murdered just moments after they had finished their evening dinner. There were witnesses who had watched the ordeal play out and all evidence and accounts, all but one, led straight to Nathaniel Crowe. He was the youngest son of Ellis and Victoria Crowe. After his arrest, Crowe Towers was emptied of its residents for the first time since the grand estate was erected in 1754. It would not stay empty though.
Like a sadistic case of whisper down the lane, the story changed. The truth was altered, shrouded by local lure, and those that believed the stories couldn’t deny the pull Crowe Towers had over them. They didn’t know that the truth was far worse than the tales that they believed.

Now thirty-six years after Nathaniel Crowe was first sent to prison, the State of Pennsylvania is preparing him for his release. The citizens of Elkhart are on edge. Nathaniel himself is uneasy. All he has known for the last thirty-six years have been the walls of Pennington Prison. But when a triple homicide occurs on the very night he is released from prison, one can only ask, “Is history repeating itself?” Or is there a copycat aiming to make sure Nathaniel never tastes the sweet nectar of freedom again?

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**Blog Tour** Burnt



BOOK: Burnt (Book One)
SERIES: Wild Flames Series
AUTHOR: Bella Love-Wins
GENRE: Contemporary, New Adult Romance
RELEASE DATE: February 7th, 2015

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SYNOPSIS
What happens when falling madly in love leads to murder?

Tara and Kevin have been best friends for as long as they can remember. When they begin to develop feelings for each other, their relationship is challenged by more than their internal struggle to hold onto the friendship.

Someone in their circle burns with rage when he learns that the girl he's loved from afar has developed feelings for another. What begins as a perceived betrayal soon becomes deadly. How this predator chooses to deal with his jealousy will rock Tara and Kevin’s small town to the core.

As Tara and Kevin continue to nurture the wild flames of their blossoming relationship, a sadistic and virtually unstoppable force is determined to destroy them and their new found love by any means necessary.

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EXCERPT
It was Saturday evening, and Tara was torn. She didn’t know if she could go out on their movie night and act like everything was normal. What bothered her even more was she really was jealous of Kevin and Amy going on a date, and she had no reason to feel that way. She finally picked up her cell phone and typed in a text message to Kevin.
Tara: Hey Kev, not feeling well. Just gonna stay home. Maybe next month.
She put her cell phone down and stared at it as if waiting for it to miraculously chime to confirm he had left a reply. After several minutes of sitting there and seeing no response, she turned on the television and unmuted it, then laid back and sprawled out on the couch. She was in lounge pants and a tank top, already dressed for bed. The time alone was good, although she was not looking forward to hearing about his date. She flipped through channels, until she came across a station that just read Breaking News. She turned it up, stopping on the channel.

“Another grizzly murder has taken place today. We’re reporting live on the corner of Broderick and Schaeffer Street, where the body of 23 year old Derek Jeffries was discovered in the woods two hours ago. He was reported missing forty-eight hours earlier. There are no suspects, as of yet. However, the police have asked the public to come forward if they witnessed anything. One eye witness has reported she saw a man with a red hoodie and the trim of a blue baseball cap coming out of the woods, just an hour before the body was discovered. The witness was not able to recall any other information about the identity of the possible suspect. Reporting live, this is Parker Jacobs.”

Tara turned off the television. She couldn’t believe there was another murder, and so soon. Their small town had rarely experienced any violent crimes in the twenty-two years she had grown up there. In fact, she couldn’t recall a time there was ever a killing. She heard the doorbell and got up to answer it. When she opened up the door, Kevin stood gawking at her. He looked her up and down.
“It doesn’t appear you are ready to go to the movies.”
“Didn’t you get the message? I’m not going. I sent you a text,” she replied, moving away from the door.
He stepped into the house.
“I got your message, but I didn’t think you were being serious. I know how much you want to go to this movie. It’s a romantic comedy…isn’t it?”
She heaved a sigh. “Yes, but…”
“You have no reason not to go.” Again he looked her up and down. “Other than the fact you’re dressed for bed. But you can fix that quickly. Come on, I want to take you out.”
Tara groaned, frustrated.
“Whatever,” she said. “Give me ten minutes.”
She hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom to look for something to wear. She finally settled on a simple University of Alaska t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. She put some lipstick and mascara on, brushed her hair quickly, and headed back downstairs.
 “So how was your date yesterday?” she asked with some sarcasm.
Kevin laughed, turning to her before opening the front door. 
“Tell me the truth. It really bothered you, didn’t it?”
Tara was thrown by his question. She figured he’d leave well enough alone. She looked at him in mild disdain, rolling her eyes as she searched for an answer.
“It didn’t bother me. I just…” She paused, knowing she wasn’t telling him the truth. “Maybe it bothered me a little bit.” She hesitated. “But, just a little.”
He laughed. “I’ll take that.”
He waited on the porch for her to lock up, and put his arm over her shoulders as they headed to his car.
“Let’s just put it this way. After yesterday, I’m sure Amy knows where we stand.” He opened the door for her, and she met his eyes.
“How so?” she asked, smiling.
“It’s possible I might have mentioned your name a couple of times during the conversation.”
“A couple?”
“Five…six times max, but that’s all.”
She snickered, getting into the car. She felt relieved, but all the more curious to hear how it went.
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Sitting in the theatre next to Tara, Kevin found it difficult to ignore his feelings for her. He regretted not telling her how he felt. It probably wasn’t a good idea to take her to a romantic comedy movie. As the couple made out on the big screen, he pictured them as the two in the starring roles. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and could see she was probably uncomfortable as well.
At one point, he could swear she groaned next to him. Kevin perked up, now more aware of his erection pressing against his zipper. He shifted his body in his chair, but nothing seemed to help. He reached his hand into the popcorn container, trying to take his mind off of it. That didn’t help. His hand grazed across Tara’s. He froze for a moment, and then allowed his fingers to slowly stroke hers. He was longing to touch her. He hoped she felt the same way.
His fingers traced hers up and down and when he looked over at her, their eyes met. The moment their eyes connected, Tara was torn from the trance. She pulled her hand out of the bucket and turned back to the movie screen. The moment was lost.
Kevin tried to turn back to the screen and watch what was going on, but the couple was now doing a lot more than kissing. He moaned as he saw their foreplay, knowing a sex scene was imminent. This was going to be too much to take. He just knew it. He shifted again in his seat, accidentally brushing her leg. His hand trailed down her bare leg and instead of quickly pulling away, he allowed it to linger. What was even more shocking was she didn’t try to move away.
As his hand slid back up her leg, he let his fingers slip past the seam of her shorts, gently grazing her thigh. Their eyes met and she made no attempt to stop him. He drifted up a tad more, feeling the silk of her panties and then falling back. His hand pulled out from under her shorts. His anxiety mounted, as did his excitement. They never looked away from each other. Kevin looked at her with shock and pleasure as she moved her hand toward him and cupped her hand on his jeans, right over his throbbing hardness. Kevin moaned, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him.  She appeared as lost in the moment as he was.

DREAM CAST
Kevin Crawford – Chris Hemsworth
Tara Matthews – Jennifer Lawrence
Jake Crawford – James McAvoy
Amy – Alice Eve



ABOUT Bella Love-Wins
Bella is a fairly new writer. She enjoys new adult and contemporary romance based on her deepest fantasies.
She is twenty-three years old and works by day as a communications analyst in a small firm. She lives north of Toronto and dreams of moving to the small town of Grimsby, Ontario one day. She loves pets and cannot wait to have a Shih Tzu as a practice kid.

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