Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Excerpt & Giveaway: Hardwired by Andrea Bills

Andrea Bills
Publication date: September 1st 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
When Navy Seal Operative Luke Kiersey is finally granted leave after five years, he finds himself driving to a house he doesn’t recognize in a town he’s never been to. The house is home to a beautiful woman and a little girl with big blue eyes. Day after day, he drives back only to hide in the shadows and wonder why he can’t seem to walk away from them.
His therapist says is PTSD.
His handler tells him he’s just not cut out to be part of the civilian world.
Luke can’t help but feel like it’s more.
The dog tags that once hung proudly around his neck, now feel like a collar; leashing him to a life that he fears he didn’t choose. After the terrible things he’s done in the name of freedom, could he possibly be worthy of something as precious as the woman and child he continues to watch?
When the two worlds collide, Luke needs his mind to be stronger than the implant the government placed in his back. They’ve told him he can’t survive without the implant they use to control him, but Luke’s wondering if he can survive without the little girl with big blue eyes and the gorgeous woman she calls mamma.

The man used the time to throw Luke off him. Luke couldn’t let the man go. As much as he wanted to hide the monster he was from the little girl, maybe it was better this way. The make-believe monsters children fear were nothing in comparison to the monsters living amongst them. Luke wasn’t so warped that he didn’t realize he was one of them. He grappled with the man until he had him wrapped up in a headlock. Jen’s eyes grew wide as Luke and the man now faced her.
Luke whispered, “I’m sorry,” and then he snapped the man’s neck, letting his body crumple to the floor.
Luke stepped back to make sure he stayed in the dark of the living room so Jen couldn’t see his face. He spoke up so that she could hear his instructions.
“Call the police,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Thank you. My God, I can’t imagine what would have happened had you not showed up.”
Her voice sent a pain straight through his mind. Luke stumbled to the side, battling through it.
“You’re hurt. Here, let me help you.”
Luke held his hand up to keep her at bay.
“Mamma,” Bella said from behind her mother’s legs.
“It’s okay baby. This man saved us.”
Luke needed to move. He needed to pack his bags and leave before the sirens rolled in, but he had become immobile at the sounds of their voices so close. In that moment he was worthy, but when Jen reached for her phone, reality reared its ugly head. Luke moved toward the door, but a tiny hand grabbed his leg to stop him. Luke stopped but didn’t turn around for fear that he would never be able to leave the presence of her beautiful blue eyes.
“Sir, are you a soldier?”
Shock registered through Luke, and a pit of fear settled in his belly. At first
, Luke feared his initial reaction to the woman and child had been right, and they were a trap, but then he realized his dog tags had come out during the fight. He gripped them and nodded his head.
“My daddy was a soldier.” A beat passed. “He died. He’s my hero, but you can be, too.”
Her words gutted him. He had so much to say just on the tip of his tongue, but Jen’s voice filtered over; she was giving her address to the operator. Luke needed to go.

“I’m no hero little Bella, but your daddy is.”

Author Bio:
Andrea is a wife, mother and writer from small town West Virginia. She spends her time while she’s not dreaming up lovers and villains alike chasing after her two kids and husband.
Her overactive imagination and her husband’s wacky dreams attribute to her love of the written word. Guilty pleasures include reading all night and Reese Cups


Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Excerpt & Giveaway: Secrets In Our Scars by Rebecca Trogner

Secrets In Our Scars
Rebecca Trogner
Publication date: February 7th 2018
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
A sexy romance. A twisted mystery. One mistake can change everything.
On a sweltering summer day, Daisy Aldridge knocks on the wrong door. Yanked inside. Trapped and pressed against her only means of escape she spirals into a panic. Years ago she suffered an assault. Alone and afraid, she kept it hidden and dealt with the emotional aftermath in her own way.
But this time she’s not alone. She’s helped by a man who seems vaguely familiar. Roy Blackwood is massive, muscled, powerful, and controlled. She tells herself she wants nothing to do with him.
Roy sees through her resistance. He wants her. Needs her. He promises to find the identity of her birth parents and unveil the person who leaves her anonymous gifts. And most important of all, earn the love and trust of Daisy Aldridge..
A standalone, full-length romance.

When I pull into the parking lot behind Mangler, Vincent has managed to hog two spots with his minuscule sports car. I’m half tempted to shift into first gear and nudge him out of the way. I don’t. Instead, I park partially in the grass and hustle up the steps and through the back door. I scope out the front, see no sign of Mr. Lethal, and walk toward the bathroom, fully intending to freshen up a bit before he arrives.
“Oh God.” I slap my hand over my eyes when I rush by the sorting room.
Vincent is wearing the male version of Daisy Duke shorts except, instead of denim, the fabric is a white, clingy material. Satin, I think. Along with a long tail jacket made out of the same material, and a top hat. He’s shimmying around like a go-go dancer until Aunt Stella smacks his thigh as she tries to fit the coat.
“What do you think?”
I peek through my fingers, wishing I could turn around and go back outside. “Why?”
“For the party.” He dutifully turns for Stella so she can pin a seam. “You know, the one I told you about.”
I’d forgotten about his invite from Jason.
“Why are you dressed…” I wave my hand around his ensemble. “Like that?”
Stella takes the pins out of her mouth and stabs them into the cushion. “It’s his homage to Studio 54. He’s pretending to be a busboy.”
“Is this why you insisted we watch Roller Boogie?” His shorts are an exact copy of what Linda Blair wore in the movie, elastic waistband and all.
Vincent wiggles out of the jacket. Now all he’s wearing are the shorts and hat as he twirls around the room, stopping when he hears the front door open.
I’m too late in blocking him, and he’s already skirted by me and is welcoming Roy, who looks like a sex god in an expensive suit.
Vincent lifts his top hat. “Mr. Blackwood, so nice to see you again.”
Roy’s only reaction is an amused grin. Does he ever get frazzled? I have a flashback from last night; I’m part horrified and part proud at how I cracked the controlled demeanor of Mr. Lethal.
Stella comes in with her handbag on her arm. “Welcome to the asylum.” She smiles at Roy and sashays out the front door, leaving us to close up.
“Mmm, I do love a man who works out.” Vincent dramatically ogles Roy.
I love Vincent, but he can be a bit much.
“You're welcome,” Roy replies and gives Vincent’s outfit the once-over. “Grocery shopping?”
“Safeway would be so lucky.”
“Go on, busboy.” I point to the back room. “Get changed. I need to close up.”
Vincent pretends to pout, but obliges.
“Halloween costume?”
I shake my head. “Some party.” I don’t mention Jason will be there, but maybe I don’t need to because I see a flash of recognition. Or maybe I’m projecting my guilt at not telling him. What’s wrong with me? I don’t have to tell him everything.
“Bye, bitches,” Vincent yells, closing the back door.
“Hang on a minute.” I run to the back, grab my purse, and meet Roy at the front door.
“Ready?” He holds the door for me.
It’s the first time I’ve locked up with the new security system. “Do I need to do anything different?”
His eyes narrow for a moment, and he nods and takes me to the back, where a small panel is attached to the back door wall. “I’ll install the app on your phone, but for now, press the green button to arm it.” He does so, and the light flashes. “You have a minute or so to leave.” He takes my hand and walks so fast I have to jog behind him. “Close and lock the door. That’s it.” He points to the new floodlights above where the box was found. “Cameras in the lights. They're all around the perimeter.”
“And the code?”
He opens the car door and waits. “The techs said there was quite a debate about the security password. Eventually, your aunts settled on Twinkie.”
Twinkies put in the freezer for about twenty minutes were our favorite snack when I was a kid. I giggle and slide into the seat.
He closes the door, and I can make out mumbling as he walks around the vehicle. Probably about how even our security codes have to do with sugar.
“You’re bad for me.” Roy slips into the car and takes my chin in his hand. “I haven’t been able to focus on work today.”
His lips are gentle when they meet mine, but after dancing around in front of him and spending the whole day thinking about last night and him naked in my bathroom and the way his eyes blaze when he looks at me with lust—me!—I almost squeal and grab his tie and wrap it around my hand and pull him hard against my lips. His hand cups my face as he kisses me with passion and longing until I’m not sure I remember my own name.
He leans back in his seat. Calm and in control, with his eyebrow cocked. “Eager, Miss Aldridge?”
I blow out a breath. “You have no idea.”

Author Bio:
Rebecca Trogner started writing her first novel after watching True Blood. Of course it was about vampires and thus The Last Keepers Daughter was born. The next, The Last Guardian Rises, continued the series. Her latest book, Secrets In Our Scars, is a contemporary romance and a lot spicier. She's working on her fourth book with the help of her rescued animal pets.


Monday, September 17, 2018

Excerpt & Giveaway: Inimical Genevieve by Iseult Eldredge

Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(Circuit Fae, #3)
Published by: Monster House Books
Publication date: September 18th 2018
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Being a fairy princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you have to choose between saving your people…And killing your girlfriend. Oh, and let’s not forget having to pass summer school, too.
Talk about a hot mess.
First, there’s Rouen, princess of the dark Fae, goth-rock star Euphoria, and soon-to-be senior at Richmond Elite High. Her world is all things ice, snow, and death. And that death will include her own people unless she can defeat her evil father in a Battle of Wits and War and seize the throne. Trouble is, taking the throne is a death sentence for the princess of the fair Fae. In other words, a quick death for Syl, Rouen’s girlfriend.
And that’s so not good.
Second, there’s Syl, princess of the fair Fae, geek girl mathlete, and also an incoming senior. Things aren’t any easier for her. Syl must save her people by battling her old nemesis, the fair Fae prince, and the same rules apply: taking the throne means a death sentence for the other court’s princess, Rouen.
Even worse, Syl and Rouen’s enemies have figured out they’re a couple. Now, both Rouen’s father and Syl’s archenemy are teaming up to ensure neither of them makes it till Midsummer’s Day never mind to the fall semester.
Looks like passing summer school is the least of their worries.

This excerpt is from Rouen’s POV. Knowing Syl’s stressed about the two of them having to kill each other to become queens of their opposing Faerie courts, Rouen agrees to use her dark Fae powers to cause a freak snowstorm to get them out of class.

I stretch my fingers, readying my personal magic, my gramarye. Using it will be tougher without my violin to act as a magical focus, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. “Ready, princess?”
“For what?” she asks, her summer storm-grey eyes glinting. She senses my mischief down the bond, and excitement flushes through her body.
Feeling what she feels, I’m suddenly warm in all the right places. “For this.” I call upon the Winter in my blood, my fingers weaving in the air. A rush of dark power swells inside me, a winter storm building… I exhale, and my breath comes out frosty.
Immediately, the temperature drops. Above, the clouds swirl into a thicker silvery-grey. The balmy spring morning turns crisp. Tiny snowflakes crystallize in the air, and a few spring puddles glaze over with ice. In the falling cold, the sky opens up, spilling out heavy, wet snow. It spirals down around us, cloaking us, muffling the world.
“Ooooh….” Syl’s smile breaks wider across her face as the world turns white and wintry. “Oh, Roue.”
Already inside, I can hear people scrambling—students, teachers, administrators—everyone rushing to the windows to check out the freak May snowstorm. My Fae hearing picks up shouts of glee and whoops of joy, calls placed to the principal’s office. I hear the decision as it comes down.
The rest of the school day’s canceled.
This is just a taste of what I can do as princess. Imagine what I could do as queen.
I fold my arms across my chest, smirking at a job well done. “How does an early dismissal sound?”
“Yes!” Syl hurtles into my arms, exuberant and warm, her body pressing against mine in a way that makes me instantly hot where I was cold. I’m captured by her grey eyes.
I can barely breathe, can’t speak at all.
“Well…there are better things we could be doing with our mouths,” Syl sends, blushing furiously. She leans in, gently brushing her nose against mine.
Desire, electric and gripping, coils in my belly.
That simple touch is everything to me. Usually, I take the lead in our makeout sessions, but this time, Syl’s hands tangle into my black hair, lips brushing mine, her breath warm on my face, that electric need coursing through every inch of my body.
Yes, please.
I pull her closer. “Happy snow day, princess.”
Syl kisses me, her lips soft and sweet against mine. I melt into our embrace, my chill body basking in her warmth, drawn in by her intoxicating scent, vanilla and sunshine and musk. I nip her bottom lip, and she gives a breathy little sigh that nearly brings me to my knees.
I would do anything for this girl. Even give up my crown.
I love her dearly, and I put all that love into my kiss.
The snow swirls around us, eddying in little dervishes like we’re in our own perfect snow globe. Our own perfect world where not even Fair Faerie or Dark Faerie—and certainly not any nightmare—can touch us.

Author Bio:
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance--where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she's clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.