Monday, July 6, 2020

Book Tour with Trailer + Teasers + Giveaway: When Art Falls by Lorrain Allen @AuthorLAllen


When Art Falls by Lorrain Allen
Series: Living in Cin #2
Publication date: July 15th, 2020

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
I gave her my heart, but she broke it, so now I'll give her my rage.

I never considered the possibility of us crossing paths again.

When our gazes connect, an internal switch clicks on.

The last words she spoke to me whisper through my mind like a mantra, causing the sleeping beast to come roaring to life with a taste for her blood.

I need her to bend to my will, so I make her an offer she can't refuse.

Once my desire has been fed, I'll toss her away like a piece of garbage right after I destroy her, reducing her to nothingness.

She'll regret the day she dared to betray me.

Her debt must be repaid in pain, and I will not rest until I have my pound of flesh.

Karma is a bitch that has finally come for her, and it's hungry for retribution.

WARNING: Readers please beware. You are not dark enough for this ride if you need a trigger warning, please disembark immediately. For those of you who are interested in feeding your greedy dark soul, buckle your seatbelts, arms and legs must remain inside at all times. Please enjoy, you will reach your final destination shortly.

This is book 2 of a duet and cannot be read as a standalone.


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Living in Cin by Lorrain Allen
Series: Living in Cin #1
Publication date: April 5th, 2020

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Arthur "Art"

The moment I die, I'm going straight to hell, and that's exactly where I belong.

When I was fifteen, the course of my life changed--one second was all it took.

The truth about what happened that summer night is driving me to the brink of insanity.

I'm an ex-drug addict and suicide survivor who's been deemed a lost cause. No one can control me.

I don't give a damn about anything--until I meet her.

She's a "Cin" worth committing.

Cinnamon "Cin"

I have a life most world envy--a track star with a full scholarship lined up after I graduate high school.

My boyfriend and I are looking forward to our future together. I'm content--until I meet him.

He's dangerous, damaged, and I know it's best to keep my distance, but damn I'm drawn to him.

Art is a beautiful disaster, tearing my carefully laid plans apart, causing havoc.

Little did I know my choice would set in motion the destruction of my perfect world.

The consequences will be catastrophic once the dust settles.

WARNING: This book is heartbreaking, dark, dirty, and is only for true dark romance lovers. Arthur is not the hero--he's the anti-hero. While the setting of this story is in a high school environment, its recommended reading age is eighteen+ due to mature content, explicit sexual scenes, and graphic language. You may need to take a shower afterwards. Please take my warning seriously before reading this book. IT'S NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This is the first book in a duet and cannot be read as a standalone.


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About the Author:
Lorrain has enjoyed writing ever since she was a child and was also part of the poetry club in middle school. She loves to get away from the world and lose herself in a book. As a young adult, she became a romance book junky and was inspired to pen her first romance by the many creative authors whose books she's read. She wants to provide her fans with a suspenseful read that has a twist at the end. The subject matters of her books are a little controversial, but life is boring without a little controversy.







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Sunday, July 5, 2020

Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: Forgotten Magic by Eden Butler @EdenButler_ @XpressoTours


Forgotten Magic by Eden Butler
Series: Crimson Cove #1
Publication date: June 28th, 2020
Publisher: City Owl Press

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Bane Illes never smiled.

He never spoke.

But each day, that brooding wizard gave Janiver Benoit a glance.

And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent over her skin, she took from Bane something he'd never give freely--one lingering, soul knocking kiss.

Ten years later, someone has stolen the one thing that keeps magic hidden from the mortals in Crimson Cove and only Janiver can recover it. But returning to her hometown means she'll have to face the past and all the secrets she left buried there, including the one person she promised herself she'd never see again. The dangerous wizard that might make leaving Crimson Cove the last thing she wants to do.

WHAT REVIEWERS ARE SAYING:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Butler's tantalizing fantasy romance, originally self-published as Crimson Cove, burns slow and hot... The magical elements are electric and the chemistry between Bane and Janiver is delicious. Butler builds the tension slowly, carefully pulling story threads to a satisfying but open-ended climax. Readers will be eager to return to Crimson Cove." -- Publishers Weekly

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Eden is a masterful storyteller who takes mere words and turns them into magic."

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "I REALLY LOVED this fresh, innovative, and out of the box concept of a modern romance with a dark, ethereal twist."


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"Jani..." he started, following me, coming to his knees despite his bad ankle, crawling so close that I had nowhere to go. "You've been keeping something from me. I see it. Even in the damn dark I can see it. It's everywhere." Bane moved his warm fingers to my bottom lip and let his thumb glide across my cheekbone. "You refuse to meet my eyes. You avoid me when I stare too long."

"You always stare too long."

"I can't help that."

He was massive, a sweltering cloud that collected energy, that absorbed emotion so that it became consuming--a vacuous funnel that craved the things it did not need but took what it wanted. That was Bane. He took control, but for the life of me I could not see past letting him take what had always been his.

"Tell me my daydream was invented. That dream of being in the classroom with you." There was a challenge in his voice that reminded me of us as children, huddled and scared, taunting and fearless. But I wouldn't answer, couldn't tell him something that would hurry along his anger. It would be heavy enough when it came.

"Jani," he said, coming so close that I could smell the sweat from his skin and hear the tiny rasp that caught in his throat.

"You'll hate me." It was as close to an explanation as I could offer.

Bane pressed his hand against my cheek, the touch warm and soft but with that small red current still working behind his skin, still flirting with me to cry out that he was mine. "Never, little witch."

Give and take. He wanted, needed, but didn't understand why. He didn't remember, and at that moment, I could not bring myself to remind him. It would hurt too much. But the warmth in his hand, the sweet, honeysuckle scent from his skin weaving like a spell of its own making, intoxicating me, lulling me closer and closer until only Bane--the sound, feel, and smell of him--took up all the space in my head. There was only this man. There was only this moment.

Both belonged to me.

Our mouths came close together, our breaths heated and dampened our faces, our lips--bringing us to the blistering, bated breath before the race begins. A small incline, the minutest stretch of my neck and that mouth, that tongue would belong to me. It was different from the night he spelled me. There was no primeval encouragement from the ley lines egging us on, inching us closer and closer toward our most basic urges. This was more, and somehow with Bane's face so close to mine, with his fingers tugging on the back of my hair, I knew that one kiss would unhinge me. It would change everything and there would be no stopping us.

"I... this..." My words got stuck somewhere around the back of my throat, clung tight against the hot breath that fanned out when Bane rested his forehead against mine, when he moved his mouth to kiss between my eyebrows.

"This isn't normal, Jani. This..." He paused, shuddering when that pulsing red light shot across his skin, hovering near his fingertips. "Someone spelled us."

Blinking, nodding, it was all I could manage. Bane was too strong, the heat in the room too full, the air too thick. Yes, someone had been spelled--him. Someone had done the spelling--me. But really I was a coward, scared of what he'd think, say, damn well do if he found out I'd taken his memories from before. Even if it was for the best, I'd still lied to him--the lie of omission. I'd blocked him and kept for myself something I had no business hiding away.

But Bane seemed content to ignore the past. He seemed mesmerized by the moment, fascinated by the play of reddish light on our skin and that whip of succulent heat that warmed us every time he moved his fingers across my collarbone. "I think I know what this is, Jani, but it makes no sense. Nothing between us, then or now, ever made sense to me." And it wouldn't, not to him, not with the understanding I'd taken from him when I blocked his memories. He kept flirting closer to the truth, skating the surface of what that light meant and where he'd seen it before. I couldn't let him find out, not like that. Not just then.

"Bane," I said, pulling him closer, loving the low, deep throttle of his voice vibrating when my nails slid up his neck. "You watched over me. Protected me."

"Did I scare you then?"

"Always," I said, feeling brave, reckless. I exhaled, staring in his eyes like I wasn't a coward. "But I loved you for it."

One swift nod, as though he'd made up some silent decision on his own and Bane picked me up, pulling me closer, his arms around my waist and that busted ankle injury forgotten in his smooth haste to kiss me.

His look was feral and possessive, and even though some loud, loud voice in my head told me to stop him, reminded me that it was my job to stop him, I was powerless against the rush of his mouth against my neck and the greedy hold of his massive hand cupping my hip.

"This isn't... this won't lead anywhere..." There was little fight in my protest, my words meant to stop him, only contradicted by how I stretched my neck, giving him greater access to my skin.

"It already has. It started a long time ago."

"It didn't..."

"Yes, Jani," he said, shutting me up with that wide mouth, with the slip of his tongue along my bottom lip. "Every look back then to right now, I was saying the same thing. Every single one."

My body was electrified, stunted by Bane's confession, crippled by the light heat collecting around us. If I asked and was disappointed, I'd lose nothing. I had claimed him long ago and had lived with the empty feeling of that for years. If he claimed me now, not remembering a thing and discovered later how badly I'd betrayed him, could I stand the notion that I was his and he no longer wanted me?

Risk and rule. My life existed around both and just for a moment with Bane watching me, with him waiting for permission he didn't seem familiar with ever having to wait for, I wanted to take something for myself. Just once. "Do I have to ask?"

"No," he said, his bottom lip twitching as he watched me, "just look a little deeper."


About the Author:
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.

When she's not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.

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