Monday, July 4, 2022

Book Blitz with Excerpt + Teasers + Giveaway: Revel In You by Scarlett Se Leva @letshavemocha @XpressoTours


Revel In You by Scarlett Se Leva
Series: Determined #3
Publication date: June 30th, 2022

Synopsis:
Simone Goodman.
The only girl I've loved.
Until she ripped my heart out.

It's been five years since I've laid eyes on her.
Five years since she was mine.

I told myself never again.
But truth be told I still yearn to indulge in her.
To get lost in her touch.

I plan to own the one thing she's denied me.
Her heart.


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Excerpt
We sit at the table of Southern House. It's the first time Tinea and Craig are getting to meet Emily. Craig pre-warned me Tinea wasn't thrilled about meeting Emily, but she promised to keep an open mind. She understands her dream of Simone and I being together is futile.

Emily and I have been dating for six weeks. I'm giving her a chance, and more importantly giving myself a chance to find a suitable companion. To stop closing myself off from relationships, not comparing every woman to Simone. Nothing is wrong with there being differences.

Emily cannot meet my eyes without two pink spots flaring on her cheek. Although Emily has a light and soft voice there's a trace of snootiness whenever she speaks, but she's a keen listener. I love the way her voice gets softer and her entire creamy skin flushes when she's in the mood to play.

Am I forcing my heart to be into it? Most likely yes, but if I don't force my heart, I will wake up one day and wonder what happened to my life. A life consumed with work isn't a life at all as April likes to continuously point out.

So here we are sitting at this southern restaurant sharing a meal with my friends.

Tinea looks across the table at Emily skeptically and pouts.

Yeah, it's not Simone, their personalities are very different. In the past week I've learned that Emily likes to correct people in every way possible. She's like a walking encyclopedia. She knows everything or so she thinks.

"I want to go to Iceland to see the Northern Lights." Tinea eyes smile at the thought.

"It's actually Norway," Emily corrects.

"I don't think so." Tinea brow puckers. "I'm sure it's Iceland."

"It's Norway. A friend of mine went last year and said the view is spectacular."

"Or maybe we can go to Finland." Tinea nudges Craig's shoulder. "If this one will put in a request to take some time off after Christmas."

"I'm working on it." Craig smiles and places a kiss on Tinea's forehead.

"That sounds fun," I say as I cut into my smothered pork chops. "So, how's the housing market?"

"It's great, it's a seller's market." Her eyes glisten. "When are you going to give me the exclusive on that building of yours?"

Direct and straight to the point.

"My friend is a great realtor; you should have him represent you," Emily says.

We all pause, a pregnant silence follows Emily's statement. I turn to look at her in awe. My mouth opens in shock. Tinea does not reply, instead she glowers at Emily.






Scarlett Se Leva writes unexpected, steamy, suspenseful romance.

When Scar isn't busy penning her next book, you can find her with her family watching movies, drinking wine, curled up in a corner with a book or running after her three daughters.









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Book Blitz with Excerpt + Teasers + Giveaway: Buck Up, Buttercup by Anna Alkire @AnnaAlkire @XpressoTours


Buck Up, Buttercup by Anna Alkire
Publication date: June 30th, 2022

Synopsis:
All's fair in love and war.
With Randi and Buck, it's hard to tell the two apart...

An uptight, self-contained college girl, Randi Becker just needed one thing: a room. Somewhere she could study, and keep away from the things that most confuse and frighten her: people.

Unfortunately, the "nice quiet place" she reserved turns out to be a room in the campus' most raucous house. A place seemingly designed to make studying impossible, made even worse by the other girls' non-stop drama.

But then Buck, a fun-loving cowboy whom all the ladies love, shows up... and everything gets much worse.

Buck seems to have it all: friends, fun, and a never-ending line of admirers. But what he most desires is a break. So when Buck spots Randi, he figures she's a perfect decoy: he can play up a "crush" on her that will take her off the market; buy him some breathing room. And if he can tease her a bit, and get under the skin of the uptight busybody? Well, that's just gravy.

But Buck is about to find more than he bargained for. Randi's strong-willed, opinionated, difficult--and maybe just what he needs. And Buck isn't alone. Soon Randi wonders as well... if the world she wanted is really the world she needs. If her future is nothing more than a diploma on the wall. And if the most important thing in her world isn't a grade, but the cowboy who's planted his boots firmly in her heart.

Fans of Beth O'Leary's The Flatshare and Sally Thorne's The Hating Game will delight at this mix of romantic comedy, contemporary romance and cultures colliding in a campus town with a western flair. Grab your copy today, and fall in love with Buck Up, Buttercup!


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Excerpt - Chapter One
The cab driver obviously smoked cigarettes and didn't use his air conditioner. Or deodorant. Randi pulled off her thin cardigan in the stuffy backseat. It still felt like mid-summer down here, even with October twelve days away.

She would finish her degree and get out. Done is better than perfect, she told herself for the hundredth time. Companies hiring for business, marketing, and graphic design (her combined major) wanted graduates, not perfect grades. A good thing because she'd be lucky to pass everything.

At last, the car turned onto a gravel road winding into an orchard. The cab's high-beams lit up the bushy branches and thick gnarled trunks of hazelnut trees. She couldn't wait to see it in daylight.

"Shit!" the driver yelled. He slammed on the brakes and the cab jerked to a stop, swirling dust up from the gravel road. Randi gasped. Someone ran right in front of the cab, pink, naked skin glowing in the headlights.

Male butt cheeks sprinted up the middle of the road blocking them from passing. Pale, hairy legs ended in cowboy boots. One of his hands was holding a cowboy hat on his head. He whooped and veered off into the orchard.

They sat in silence for a stunned moment. If that was somebody's boyfriend, she would be moving out.

"Did a naked guy jump in front of the car?" Randi said, taking her glasses off to rub her eyes.

The cab driver grunted.

"Do you see that kind of thing often?"

"Hazing week," he grumbled. "You want to keep going?"

She paused, her head a foggy cloud. What did he mean, keep going? Did he want her to jump out and walk the rest of the way? Not with insane naked men running around.

"Yes," she said.

Belatedly, her brain caught up with the conversation--he'd meant he coul turn the cab around with her in it. A lump the size of a fist lodged in her throat. Something was brewing up ahead and it wasn't herbal tea before bedtime.

The cab rolled forward at a slower pace, veering around the largest potholes. Her clenching stomach churned with acid. She couldn't think. They rounded a bend. Cars lined both sides of the road, wedged between the trees. Women came tumbling out of one of them--young, wearing cowboy hats, short shorts, and halter tops.

Randi's mouth opened and closed. The cab kept going. Beer cans and red keg cups littered the gravel and the dirt shoulder. Noise was filtering in: shouts and high-pitched laughter. She realized the seat belt was clenched in both her fists. They drove out of the orchard. A sea of cars spread out in row after row on the grass in front of a farmhouse, like the parking lot of an outdoor concert.

People swarmed everywhere, blocking stairways, twenty deep around the sides of the house. A huge bonfire burned in front of a barn.

The driver turned off his radio. The overwhelming muddle of music, shouting, whooping, and a few hundred people talking at once brought reality crashing home. She sat suspended, unable to speak, chest heaving, panting in short gasps. Her sweating back could have been glued to the sticky leather seat.

"Hey, kiddo," the driver said, "got a pickup in twenty minutes. You want a ride back into town?"

She stared at the house number. It was correct. Not to mention the old farmhouse matched the picture online. And so did the orchard. Over the summer, Trish had emailed her back promptly, answering all her questions. This was the house of "studious women serious about school." When asked directly about parties, Trish had responded, "Little get-togethers--yes. Massive parties--absolutely not."

Anger boiled up, burning away the paralyzing fear. She huffed in dawning realization. They'd taken her savings. Conned her. After working fourteen-hour days, seven days a week for three months in Buenos Aires, she'd spent everything to secure her spot living at this house. She would get her money back, tonight--first and last month's rent, plus a deposit. Her stomach roiled.

"Meter's running. What's it going to be?"





Anna Alkire has been a long-term college student, a business owner, and a world traveler. Now "settled"--with a sigh and a cup of decaf--Anna lives in Washington state, where she splits her time between a husband who thinks the North Pole would be a great place to live, chasing her hurricane of a son, learning new handicrafts, and creating worlds full of the kind of romance and fun she most wants to read. Find more about her (and grab a freebie or two) at her website.




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Saturday, July 2, 2022

Book Blitz with Excerpt + Teasers + Giveaway: Etude by Morgan Shamy @MorganShamy @XpressoTours


Etude by Morgan Shamy
Series: The Dark Nocturne #2
Publication date: June 28th, 2022

Synopsis:
For November Huntington, the past haunts worse than any ghost.

After spending a summer without Vincent, a tortured pianist who also happens to be immortal, November tries to move on. When kids begin to fall into comas, November is thrust back into the haunted, musical world. Except, this time, more danger lurks.

Vincent is powerful. Dreams are causing these comas, and November believes he's the one behind the attacks. To stop him, November must find the Blood Magic--the only power capable of helping her save these kids. But in doing so, she awakens a horrific group who live off of blood and kill for sport. What's worse? A brood of witches con their way in, hungry for the power at hand.

One by one, November finds all her loved ones being wrenched away. Fear grips her, and she's worried she might lose her mind, her sanity slowly fading, until she must face Vincent alone.

Is he her true love? Or is he out for her blood?

Only her dreams will tell.


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Excerpt
Warmth continued to spread inside her veins, stretching through her whole being, her skin alive and buzzing. The feeling seeped into her, stirring an awareness to every part of her body. She allowed the feeling to overtake her, send her mind spinning.

"Do you feel it?" Cam asked, his voice rough.

"Yes," November answered.

"Open up your mind, try to control the feeling. We need to search on the different layers we slip through."

Cam's hold on her tightened as if willing them to stay on the same plane. His jaw was clamped tight, his teeth grit together. November tried to follow Cam's lead, focusing in on her mind instead of the dance.

Everything was cloudy--hazy images and sparks and blurring shapes. The visions flicked from one to the next, blending together inside her head. It was impossible to stop the layers that were slipping from one to the other.

"Focus harder," Cam bit out.




Morgan Shamy is an ex-ballerina turned YA writer. She has been immersed in the arts since the young age of 4, where she performed various roles alongside a professional ballet company for over seven years, and has danced on prestigious stages like soloing at Carnegie Hall in New York City. She has taught hundreds of girls in her fifteen years of teaching, where some of her students have received full-ride scholarships to schools like School of American Ballet, the Harid Conservatory, Kirov Academy of Ballet, and Pacific Northwest Ballet, to name a few.

Morgan discovered writing when her three-year-old son was diagnosed with cancer. It was through that experience which instilled the need to share art and magic with children through words on the page.

Morgan is also an accomplished concert pianist. She was the first girl in Utah to receive the 75 pt. Gold Cup in the Utah Federation of Music in piano solo/concerto competition. Morgan currently lives with her X-Games gold-medalist husband and four children in Salt Lake City, Utah.


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