Cover Reveal: Hexen's Binding by J. Kowallis @J_Kowallis @XpressoTours

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Hexen's Binding by J. Kowallis

Series: Hexen's Cross #2

Publication date: September 23rd, 2019

Bryden changed everything. History that once was, is no longer. And life doesn't exist as it once did. Hellia lurks in the shadows between worlds, but the specter of the once-powerful hexen is the least of Taran Grim's worries. Something happened that day in Bryden. Something Taran failed to see. And Coll might be the one paying the price.

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About the Author:

J. Kowallis, the only girl of four children, grew up in northern Utah with a head full of wild stories (most often unreal). At the age of 9, she wrote her first poem, a dedication to E.B. White's Charlotte Web. It was so intriguing, her Third Grade teacher requested to keep the original (THAT is a true story!). Between living in fictional worlds, she managed to graduate from Weber State University's creative writing program. She now lives in Utah with her Mini Schnauzer, Etta, and spends most of her time still bouncing between this world and the fantastical while enjoying delectable uber-dark chocolate and lavender baths. She enjoys dreaming about, flying to, and writing about distant lands (real and unreal).

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Blog Tour with Excerpt + Teasers: Justified by Jay Crownover @InkSlingerPR

Justified by Jay Crownover

Series: Loveless, Texas #1

Publication date: June 25th, 2019

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):

The New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men series delivers a romance about a rugged Texas sheriff who must protect the woman who has once his sworn enemy...

Case Lawton comes from a family of criminals. So as the sheriff of Loveless, Texas, he's determined to do everything by the book--until he's called to Aspen Barlow's office after a so-called break-in. The last thing he wants to do is help the woman who cost him custody of his son. But Aspen isn't the heartless lawyer Case remembers, and he starts to question his long-held grudge...

Aspen is scared for her life, and Case is her last hope for protection. But to get him on her side, she'll have to reveal the painful truth from all those years ago. Now, as they work together to track down a dangerous criminal, Case and Aspen learn to trust each other. And as the threats escalate, it becomes clear there's a thin line between love and hate... because there's nothing Case wouldn't do to keep her safe.

Includes It's All About That Cowboy, a bonus novella by Carly Bloom!

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"This is a terrible idea. I can't stay here." I wished there was more force behind my voice, more sound, but all I could get out was a squeak of protest.

Between arguing with David, answering a million questions about the shooting, and even more from the hospital staff to determine whether my head had been damaged further, what little voice I had was shot. It had been a long, arduous morning. The shock from being shot at was still buzzing underneath my skin, but it was now secondary to the utter disbelief that the place Case believed I would be safest was under his roof.

When he told me he was placing me in protective police custody and taking me to a safe house, never in a million years would I have guessed he meant his house. I was wondering if maybe he was the one who hurt his head when he took me to the ground.

"What about Hayes? Someone shot at me today. You took a bullet for me this morning. You can't put your son in the line of fire. I won't allow it." All of the things I wanted to do to emphasize my point, I couldn't. There was no crossing my arms over my chest thanks to my jacked-up elbow. There was no stomping my foot in aggravation thanks to the soft splint holding my ankle in one position. There would be no yelling, since my voice could barely be heard, so all I was left with was a glare. Unfortunately, Case ignored my dirty look and continued to usher me inside the house.

His morning had been even longer than mine, and he looked as haggard as I felt. After making sure I was secured inside the hospital with an armed guard, he'd had a deal with the crime scene and the slew of reporters who showed up on the scene. Since a shooting in a high traffic and very public place like the hospital was bound to make national news, Case mentioned it was more than likely the Texas Rangers were going to get called in to help investigate. He didn't sound thrilled at the prospect, he also didn't seem too concerned by the fact he was shot. He still had a red stain and a hole in his tan uniform shirt from where the bullet, which was meant for me, skimmed his shoulder. The wound required ten stitches and now was dressed in a stark white bandage much like the one wrapped around my injured hand.

We were quite a pair.

About the Author:

Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, The Point Series, Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

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Release Blitz with Teasers + Giveaway: Washed in Blood by Ashley Lane @GiveMeBooksBlog

Washed in Blood by Ashley Lane

Series: Heaven's Guardians MC #1

Publication date: June 27th, 2019

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):

Blinded by anger, the man who had sworn to protect me,

shot me in a fit of rage when I was only sixteen years old.

He thought he killed me.

But my job wasn't finished yet.

My days are spent as President of the Heaven's Guardians MC.

Nights are spent searching for the scum of the earth.

Rapists, Murderers, Pedophiles.

They all answer to me.

I thought I'd seen it all.

Thought my heart couldn't be any darker.

Thought I knew exactly how far I was willing to go.

Then a battered and broken woman was found behind our clubhouse,

and I realized, I've never had a clue about the monster that lurks within.

They may call me Priest,

but I'd sell my soul to the devil before I let anything take her away from me.

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Being the boy mom of an almost 2 year old and 8 year old, means she lives off Goldfish crumbs and Diet Coke. But when she does have a spare minute of time to herself, you can typically find her parked on the couch, Kindle within reach, catching up on the previous weeks episode of Grey's Anatomy or Hell's Kitchen.

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Cover Reveal with Excerpt + Teasers: Severance by N.N. Britt @natalianbritt @InkSlingerPR

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Severance by N.N. Britt

Publication date: July 25th, 2019

They say first love doesn't last. Alana's ends on the night her boyfriend Dakota dies in a deadly shooting at a Portland club.

In an attempt to look for ways to deal with her grief, Alana reaches out to Dakota's older brother Mikah, who's struggling with moving on himself.

Both damaged beyond repair, neither Alana or Mikah know how to cope with their loss. What's worse, they have zero idea how to handle the unexpected feelings they start developing for each other.

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My teeth are chattering by the time I make it to the rear of the building. Running outside without my coat in the middle of February isn't one of my best ideas, but the truth is, I'm so numb, I can barely feel anything.

Mikah's sitting on the edge of a massive concrete flower bed. It probably looked happy and colorful during the summer, but right now, the soil is desiccated and covered with a blanket of dirty old snow.

The gloomy, ominous clouds hang low above our heads, threatening yet another blizzard. This winter has been one of the longest I've ever seen, one of the darkest too, and I catch myself thinking that I desperately want it to end. Even if it wipes out all the good memories. I just want to stop feeling broken.

Mikah's turned with his back to me, cigarette smoke floating around him like a halo.

The snow crunches under the weight of my suede shoes as I walk quietly over to the flower bed, my fingers clutched in front of me, my heart rate kicking up. There are thousands of words in my head, yet none of them seem to be appropriate.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" Mikah rasps out after a while without looking at me. He brushes the traces of tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand, tosses the last of his cigarette on the ground, and draws another one from the pack that's sitting next to him on the cement block.

"Can I have one?" I ask, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Since when do you smoke?" He chuckles, shifting to face me. His green eyes, still glistening from his tears, search mine.

"Since now."  I shrug, shuffling my feet. My toes are completely frozen and my body has reached a point where moving only makes it more painful, but at least if someone decides to shoot at us, there's plenty of room to run. There are no walls and no missing exit signs.

Mikah rises and closes the space between us in three strides. "Here." He takes off his suit jacket, puts it over my shoulders, and gives me his cigarette. His gaze catches mine and we stand motionless for a few moments staring at each other, probably wondering whether the things we've each feeling right now are any different. When two people are sad over the same person's death, there's a strange type of connection, frightening and nerve-racking. It's like we have this invisible bond and we understand each other without the need to speak.

I've never smoked in my life and I have no idea how to hold a cigarette, so I grab it across the middle with my thumb and index finger, wondering which end goes into my mouth. Although I just saw Mikah smoking, my brain has completely lost it.

"The other way," he says, stepping back to get another for himself.

"Okay," I mumble under my breath. I stick it between my lips but immediately remove it when the unpleasant taste of tobacco on my tongue causes my stomach to churn. My injured palm stings with the movement, but I try not to think about the pain.

"You dated a dude who was in a fucking rock band and he didn't teach you how to smoke, Church Girl?" Mikah rolls his eyes and flicks his lighter in front of my face.

About the Author:

N.N. Britt is a Los Angeles-based music journalist and photographer whose articles appeared in numerous publications. Her photos have graced t-shirts, billboards, and CD covers. When she is not writing or drinking coffee, she is probably reading or attending a heavy metal show.

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