Saturday, February 14, 2015


Title: One More Breath
Author: Delaney Williams
Release Date: February 21, 2015

Cover Model: Steve Gehrke 
Cover Design: Robin Harper at Wicked by Design
Cover Photo Credit: Gabe Myers at TrueSound Photography  
Editing on all photos: Andy Winn at Winn Photography 


**trigger warning:CANCER **
Ander has spent his entire life trying to forget his past indescretions. He owns the best tattoo shop in town and works himself the the bone. Hen ever lefts anyone, even co-workers, near him.
So when small, scarred, shy, and broken Leire comes into his shop and requests his work, it begins to feel like fate may have interviened, 
Can these two broken souls help heal each other?
Can Ander and Leire endure even more heartbreak and come out stronger and together? 
Will they get one more breathe and will it be for these two lovers?




          Sometimes, in the middle of the night, or the calm after a big storm, when the world seems new and fresh, when one can feel the rightness of the world falling into place, I forget. This is my favorite time; this is the point between old and new and the fresh and used. It is that point when I can pretend that I too am fresh and new. I can stand in the rain and shower off the old me, shedding it like the skin of a snake; with it goes the terrors and pain and I am left fresh. For a time. Then, I look down and see the scars, feel the terror and smell the fear. Yes, fear has a smell, a very distinct, very real smell. I am sure it is a different smell for everyone; for me it is lemons, coppery lemons. The fear I smell the most though is one that brings most peace.  And the sounds, oh the sounds that come screaming back into my head. They don’t leave. They never leave. They come screaming back, fast and furious, like a Japanese bullet train. Always on course, always on time. They crush me with the weight of the fear they bring with them. I have to escape. I need release; it is why I run in these early hours, in the rain and storms that other people stay out of.
I dress in my running gear and open myself up to the cathartic release I get from lacing up my shoes and I step out the door. I know I can’t out run my past.  I know I cannot escape the fears and pain, or erase the scars, but I can forget for a time. I can find that release. With each pounding footstep I feel calmer. I feel the terrors of my dreams fade and I can see the new day rising. What was done was done, I cannot change that. I am a new person now. New face, new name, new life. The run clears my mind and as I reach the end, the clearing of Aspens, with leaves now turning, looking golden and on fire in the early morning sun; I feel renewed. I love these mountains and their glorious, ever-changing beauty. The trees can be at once skeletal remains and yet grow, not giving in to nature, to become the beautiful fireballs before me, an amazing creation I am currently standing in awe of. Proof that life goes on; it continues. The world turns, the sun rises and sets and no one will remember what once was. Out of breath and energy, I lay down in the meadow and watch the sun continue its rise, preparing myself for another day. A day spent hiding myself yet being the most free I have ever been at the same time. Today, I start again...




Thursday, February 12, 2015



I should have freaking known.
How dense can one girl be?
If it’s too good to be true, then it is. 
If he’s too nice, smiles too perfectly, says all the right things, then he probably isn’t prince charming. Nope. Of course he’d be freaking married. And I didn’t see it. 
So here I am, in a city that I hate doing a shoot I don’t want to do. 
Suck it up, Jolene. 
That’s what I have to keep telling myself. 
It’s time to swear of smooth talking men and just focus on the only true loves in my life: photography and Dozer, my dog.

We walked through the marble infested lobby, got in the elevator and attacked.
Seth pressed me up against the mirrored wall, pulling my leg onto his hip. He lightly bit from my collar bone to my chin while I slowly rubbed his growing erection. He growled into my neck making my clit pulse with need.
“God, it’s been too long.” I huffed into his ear as he reached up my tank top and under my bra, tugging on my nipples just the way I loved it.
The elevator slowed, forcing us to pull away from each other, but just until we were behind the closed door of his suite.
I went right to the bed, slipped off my boots and stripped down to my bra and panties.
Seth groaned as he watched me slowly undress from the other side of the bed where he was standing already in his birthday suit stroking his erect member slowly. “Put your boots back on. Never leave them off, Jolene. Never.”



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Wednesday, February 11, 2015



Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Humor
Release Date: February 5, 2015






Erin Upton is too embarrassed to tell the cops what she was really doing while her townhouse was burglarized, especially since the first officer on the scene is former nuisance next door Charlie Dwyer. Where’s the justice in the world when a neighborhood know-it-all grows up to be six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous green eyes and a slow, sexy please-arrest-me-now-officer smile? It’s bad enough she’s wearing her robe and slippers—did he have to notice her fuzzy hand cuffs on the bathroom sink?
He’s arrogant as he ever was, which is fine by her—she’s too busy with her dance studio’s grand opening to make time for a man. But they keep crossing paths, and
when Charlie offers to help her put in new flooring at the studio one night, things go from hammering nails to hammering each other in a hurry. And about those hand cuffs…
They agree it’s a one-time thing. But when that becomes a two-time thing, then a three-time thing, Erin starts to wonder if maybe she and Charlie could be a life-time thing. Her best friends Mia and Coco found love in unexpected places. Is it finally her turn?


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“Stop it. I’m not perfect. I’m not what you think.”
Charlie tilted his head. “No?”
I licked my lips. “You think I’m a joke. The “Teacher’s Pet. The Homecoming Queen. The Goody Two Shoes who likes everything just so, everything neat and clean. Well, I don’t, you know. Like everything clean.”
Charlie said nothing at first. But his stillness told me he was intrigued. A lovely little ache blossomed between my legs.
“You like some things dirty. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” I whispered, butterflies rioting in my belly.
“I’m not sure you do.”
“Try me.”
Slowly, he came off the counter. Bracing my hands behind my hips, I opened my knees, and he stepped between them, sliding his hands up the tops of my thighs. He was so tall, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Up close his chest was even more imposing, and his shoulders seemed to dwarf mine. Gooseflesh rippled down my arms, and my breaths came fast.
By contrast, Charlie seemed completely in control. His breathing was slow and measured, his hands moving over my hips and beneath my sweatshirt. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his palms slid up the sides of my ribcage and back down, spanning my waist. “Such a tiny little thing.”
“Scared you’ll break me?”
“Yes.” In the near dark, his blue eyes looked black.
“Do it.”
In less than a second, Charlie pulled off three moves that had me gasping for air—he yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and kicked my heels apart so my legs were spread and I was bent over the island, arms pinned behind my back. His legs pressed the backs of my thighs, and his hips pushed against my ass.
He was hard.
The power went out completely.
Oh my fucking God.
“Panting, I lay my cheek on the cool marble, unsure of what to do next. Between my ears, the message was this is scary. Between my legs, it was this is hot.
“No, don’t give up. Fight me. Come on. Struggle.” His voice was different now—deeper, quieter even, yet more intimidating.
Adrenaline coursed through my body, my heart pounding with fear, with arousal, with shock. I tried moving my arms—he pulled them tighter, clamped my wrists harder. I tried moving my legs—he pinned my hips against the marble, his erection pushing firmly into my flesh. I flexed my fingers—he laughed softly.
“That’s it. Try everything. Scream if you like.”
I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to. It felt like the darkness had weight, like it was bearing down on my back with a force stronger than gravity. Breathing required all the lung strength I had, and I wasn’t even sure I could keep that up.
“Tell me I’m hurting you.”
He was hurting me.
But I liked it.
He yanked my arms mercilessly behind me. “Tell me.”
“You’re hurting me,” I said weakly.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Stop.” Don’t stop.
“Tell me you don’t want this from me.”
“I don’t—want this—from you.” Each word was its own struggle. I meant the words, and yet I didn’t. I wanted him, but knew I shouldn’t. And was this only a game? Was he just testing me? Or, worse, was he back there laughing at me in the dark? I had no way to tell.
“Good girl. You don’t want this from me, sweet thing.” He backed off slightly and somehow imprisoned both my wrists with one of his hands. The other one snaked around to my belly.
And down the front of my pants.


Floored – Melanie Harlow
“Tell me your secrets. I’ll tell you mine. Let’s take a chance.”
This series just… delicious! Each book is better than the last, and this to me seems impossible because each one is perfection.
Floored is Erin’s story, we’ve met her throughout the course of the previous books, Frenched, Yanked, and Forked. I will say this, even though Floored is written as a standalone, I would recommend reading the previous books prior to diving into Floored, it lends to the story.
Melanie Harlow has this fantastic talent for creating both incredible stories and unforgettable, relatable characters! I adore Mia, and Cocoa, and Erin. I was hooked from Chapter 1; I read it in an afternoon, only taking a break for nourishment! Erin’s story takes a different path then the other books in this series, and it’s just as addictive as the others. Erin’s personality, quirks and inner thoughts were my favorite parts of this book. She’s the girl you can’t help but fall in love with. When I was reading her inner thoughts, I found myself, laughing out loud, relating to her insecurities and doubts.
“I want to ride Charlie Dwyer like a deranged cowgirl.”
The situations she finds herself in made me laugh, and shake my head. Her confessions, they’re just priceless. She’s the perfect balance, of wit, strength, quirkiness and sass! Charlie, a friend from Erin’s younger years, I use this term loosely, is now a police officer. He’s sexiness personified, demanding, and emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t date and he is horrible boyfriend, I’m using his words here. He is however the perfect complement to Erin’s organized and stable, predictable life but when a 911 call lands him at Erin’s house one evening consider the fire stoked! From their very first encounter he makes her want things, things she’s never entertained before, feelings she’s never allowed herself to explore. Charlie awakens a side of Erin she didn’t even know existed. Their chemistry is white hot, and the intensity of it, surprises them both. It makes for great reading! Agreeing that friendship is the safest option for both of them they before attempt to have a plutonic relationship. Notice I said attempt?  And honestly how much fun would that be?
“I didn’t love him. But I could. That was the problem.”
Floored is the perfect combination of sweet romance, passion, heartfelt emotion, and humor. It isn’t a love at first sight story however; it is most definitely lust at first sight! At its core Floored is a testament to the fact that sometimes the unexpected can be just what you never knew you needed, it can also be so much better than what you thought you wanted. The pull between Erin and Charlie is undeniable. Try as they may, it’s a lost cause, especially when two people are meant for each other.
Melanie always gives us a HEA, and this one is incredibly sweet. I have absolutely adored this series, every book has been perfection and Floored is no exception. I adore the characters, their stories, their relationships, and their antics! I’ve come to love this world that Melanie has created, I’m praying their series has not come to a close, I’m not sure I’m ready to say to goodbye to the characters I’ve become addicted to!
“It’s the strangest feeling – to love someone this way.” He slid both hands down the sides of my ribs to the small of my back. “I want to protect you. Cherish you. Worship you.”


Title: Frenched (Frenched Series Book #1)

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Title: Yanked (Frenched Series Book #1.5)

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Title: Forked (Frenched Series Book #2)

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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI.







Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Jake Wilson is a very successful tattoo artist in California. He lives his life on the go and there's not a shortage of women at his disposal at any point in time. His life is perfect for a man who has no desire to commit and the stories he could tell you would either terrify you or have you intrigued and hoping to become his next treat. What happens when he meets the first female to challenge him? 

Dani Green is a very successful club owner who has just recently relocated. Her partnership with Jax Wilson brings her face to face with Jax's twin brother Jake. His sexy charm won't work on her because she sees right through his intentions. What happens when Jake is determined to break through her sophisticated demeanor and show her his true personality? Will she fall for his wild existence or will she be the one to leave him always wanting more?

Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Enid, Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' series. Book one: 'In a Heartbeat' was released June 2013, Book two: 'Heaven Sent' was released in September 2013. Book 2.5: 'Banded Together' released Jan 2014. Book 3: 'No Strings Attached' released March 2014. Book 4: 'Hold Me Closer' released May 2014. Book 5: 'Fighting the Odds' is due to release Oct 2014!

Jacob Wilson was born in Joplin Missouri and still resides there.  He loves his bulldogs and treats them as if they are his children.  He is a nationally qualified NPC physique competitor/fitness model.  After appearing on numerous Hilary Storm covers and traveling together they decided to write their first book together.  Jake, is Jacob's debut novel.



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