Thursday, April 30, 2015
Title: Love Blooms on Main Street
Author: Authors of Main Street
Release Date: 04/28
Book Blitz: 04/29 – 05/01
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Every flower tells a story. Just as the first fragrant blooms of spring stir the senses, Love Blooms is sure to touch your heart. Ranging from sweet to spicy, these stand-alone contemporary romances are inspired by the symbolism of flowers, with each story representing a different flower.
Small Town Hot Shot Bride by Stephanie Queen, USA Today bestselling author: Red roses symbolize compassion and romantic love. Tammy is a hot shot in a small town, but she's tired of getting left behind by guys just passing through. Will she get swept up by charming out-of-towner Roark and his runaway train attraction? Or will she derail him for good?
Forever Your Valentine by Susan R. Hughes, national bestselling author: Daisies symbolize loyal love.Attraction crackles between Faith and Cole when they meet, but since Cole’s career takes him on the road most of the year, Faith resolves to keep their relationship platonic. Will one night together ruin their friendship, or could they be falling in love?
Perfect Match by Carol DeVaney, national bestselling author: Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and remembrance. Sometimes love needs a little push. Can two lonely hearts re-kindle their abandoned passion the second time around?
Naomi’s Heart by Pepper Phillips, national bestselling author: Paperwhite narcissus has the most delicious fragrance, bringing spring into the room. Delighted that Ben is back in Boggy Bayou, Naomi teams up with him to enter the Egg Knocking contest. Can they win? Can Naomi figure out why Ben is kissing her? Can her heart stand it if Ben realizes that she’s not what he deserves?
Old Enough to Know Better by Joan Reeves, national bestselling author: White roses symbolize new beginnings. Stormy Clarkson, on the brink of fifty, is crushing on sexy Sean Butler. He's been after her for six months, but she's resisted every advance. One night he kisses her. That kiss changes everything!
Heather of His Heart by Leigh Morgan, national bestselling author: Heather symbolizes admiration, beauty, good luck and protection from danger. Heather has given up on the idea of finding romantic love. Billy never had the idea in the first place. When circumstances throw them together, they find that love, like heather, blooms in the most unlikely places.
Mother’s Day Babies by Mona Risk, USA Today bestselling author: White lilies symbolizes virtue. Can love bloom between a powerful TV Director who’s certainly not marriage material and a widow loyal to her late husband?
To Have & To Hold by E. Ayers, national bestselling author: Peonies symbolize compassion, happiness and prosperity. When Melissa meets Drexel, she realizes that the estate’s gardener has found something that she’s never had—happiness. But sometimes things aren’t what they appear to be, and she needs to follow her heart.
Call Me Yours by Kelly Rae, national bestselling author: Hydrangeas symbolize devotion and gratefulness.When Thad finds himself falling for Brianna, the only surprise is how natural it feels. It's going to take more than words to convince her, but he will do anything to hear her say, Call Me Yours.
Love at the Apple Blossom Inn by Kristy Tate, national bestselling author: Scotch broom symbolizes overwhelming and everlasting love. Small-town girl Janey Tyler falls for Eric Roudell, the quiet and reclusive music teacher. But will she still love him when she discovers he is really Derrick Cordell, the rock star?
A group of authors you might meet on main street in your town. We each have our own store-front style for colorful book choices from Main Street.
FERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense.
of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance.
She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s
morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial
killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of
She lives in Oregon with
her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving
boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.
Ruined is book four in the She Who Dares series, but can be read as a standalone.
I like to fuck. A lot. Anywhere, anyway, as long as I’m shooting my load in or on some pretty young thing I’m good. In fact, scrap that, they don’t even have to be pretty. What can I say? I’m an equal opportunities kind of guy.
I pride myself on being able to turn even the most self-respecting woman into a dirty slut. I make no apologies for my life or my behaviour. I don’t care about anyone really, certainly not women.
Except her. I care about her, which is why I pushed her away.
I suppose I’m what you would call the good girl, the sensible one. I’m that girl, the romanticist. I believe in ‘the one’, in that all-encompassing love that leaves you unable to breathe without it.
The thing is though, love is an uncontrollable animal. The heart often declares war on the mind, and even the most rational being can become completely consumed by love.
Sometimes rational is boring. It’s the taste of the wild side that makes you remember you’re alive. The heart wants what the heart wants, even if you end up completely ruined in the process.
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP Lovell's She Who Dares series are all international best sellers.
Strong. Arrogant. Hard.
Ryder Cole is the King of Atlanta’s nightlife — and the one man who can erase my past.
I’m running from secrets that could destroy me and there’s no room in my life for someone like him: too damn cocky, and sexy as hell. I should keep my distance, but smart goes out the window the minute he looks my way. And when he puts his hands on me…
A girl could forget her own name. But what happens when the past catches up with me, and all the things I’m hiding from tear our lives apart again? I can’t keep running forever, and Ryder always wins.
Eve cut her teeth writing in high school and college, but it wasn’t until recently that she got the itch to write a full length novel. She loves complex, emotionally-charged characters and wild, sexy leading men. Hard: A Sexy Bastard Book releases at the end of April 2015 and she can’t wait for you to meet her characters that occupy her mind 24/7! Eve loves to talk and meet people on social media, so be sure and touch base with her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/evejaggerbooks or Twitter https://twitter.com/evejwrites.
HELL TO PAY
Author: Jenny Thomson
Series: Crimes Files Book #1
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Release Date: April 28th 2015
Genre: Mystery | Thriller
✢ SYNOPSIS ✢
Nancy Kerr refuses to be a victim—even when she walks in on her parents’ killers and is raped and left for dead…
Fourteen months later, Nancy wakes up in a psychiatric hospital with no knowledge of how she got there.
Slowly, her memory starts to return.
Released from the institution, she has just one thing on her mind—two men brought hell to her family home.
Now they’re in for some hell of their own…
Hell To Pay is Book One is a Series.
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✢ EXCERPT ✢
colder than I’ve ever been in my entire life and I don’t know why. Slowly,
I open my eyes, tentatively at first because even opening them a fraction
feels like someone's shoving red-hot pins into them. The light is so
the light anyway?
wandered in, blootered on some poncy new beer and left the light on, after
collapsing in a heap onto the bed? I’ll brain him if he has. I’m no good
to anyone when I don’t get my eight hours.
up in bed, I reach out my arm to nudge him awake so I can give him a right
mouthful. My hand finds empty space.
Where is he?
My eyes sting
as I prise them open – it’s as though there's been an accident with false lashes
and I've glued my eyelashes together - and that’s when I realise I’m not in
our flat. The reason I’m freezing is because I’m wearing a tracing paper
thin hospital gown: the kind that shows off your backside when you’re
being whisked off to x-ray.
A tidal wave
of panic hits me and I jerk into full consciousness.
happened to me?
I try to
remember, but my brain’s all bunged up as if the top of my head's been removed
and the cavity filled with cotton wool.
My arms are
bandaged up. Have I been in an accident? If I have, I don’t
Maybe I hit my
I take in my
surroundings. If I’m in hospital, it’s no ordinary one. For one thing, my room’s
more like a cell. There’s a bed and a table bolted to the floor, but no
personal stuff: photos, or cards, or stuffed animals from people wishing
me well. Does anyone even know I’m here?
I grope for a
call button to get a nurse, but there isn’t one. What the hell? This place
is a prison.
of bed, I fight the wave of nausea and dizziness that make me want to yell
at the world to stop moving because I want to get off the carousel. The tile
floor is stone cold and there are no slippers by the bed. My feet are ice
blocks. Why don’t I have any socks or tights on?
Before I reach
the door, there's a jingle of keys, then a key scrapes in the lock.
breath, I brace myself for what’s coming.
A woman I
don’t recognize with brown hair tied back in a ponytail appears. She’s dressed
in a nurse’s uniform and there’s a small smile playing on the edge of her lips.
you’re awake, Nancy."
pleased, as if we’re bosom buddies, when I’ve never seen her before in my
My voice comes
out as a rasp as though my throat’s been sandpapered down.
The nurse puts
a hand on my shoulder. "Let’s get you back into bed, Nancy."
I do as she
says. I’m worried if I don’t lie back, I’ll faint.
in Parkview Hospital," she says, as she fixes the pillows so I can sit
I know all the
hospitals in Glasgow, but I haven’t heard of that one. I ask her what kind
of hospital it is and she tells me it’s a psychiatric facility. The reason I
haven’t heard of it, is because they don’t publicize it. Perhaps because
it’s full of nutters they want to keep away from society. The prospect
terrifies me because that would mean they must think I’m cuckoo. Why else
would I be here?
I suck in my
breath. When I ask her if this is a nut house, she presses her lips
tightly together as she tells me no one refers to psychiatric hospitals in
that way anymore.
chastised, I mumble an apology not because I think one’s needed, but because
she’s the one with the keys.
"Why am I
the answer, but I need to know. I don’t feel any different. Surely if I’d lost
my mind, I'd know.
The way she
says it, she could be talking about the weather.
She asks me if
I want anything and I tell her a pair of proper pajamas, a dressing gown and
slippers would be nice because I’m an ice block. If she gets in touch
with Mum, she’ll bring me in some stuff.
still there, but breaks down around the corners of her mouth. There’s something
she’s not telling me, because she’s worried how I’ll react. There’s fear
in her eyes. I notice she’s wearing a lucky heather brooch, the same one I
got for Mum.
I’m staring at
it as she tells me she’s going to fetch a doctor, when a memory stirs inside
me and no matter how hard I try to push it away, someone’s taken their
finger out the dyke and the water’s rushing in.
everywhere. Dad’s slumped in his favorite armchair, head bent forward as
if in prayer (he never prayed a day in his life); a single bullet hole in his
head. I know it’s him, even although his face has been beaten to a pulp:
his blood staining the fireside rug my mum was so fond of. Even in death,
my dad has a presence. He fills a room with the sheer weight of his
personality. Discarded nearby is the baseball bat they used on him. It’s
covered in blood and something sticky and dark brown, resembling raw
✢ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ✢
Jenny Thomson is an award-winning crime writer who has been scribbling away all her life. She also writes as Jennifer Thomson.
Inspired by her love of zombies and The Walking Dead, she wrote The Restless Dead.
She kills people for a living in the Crime File series of books for Limitless Publishing. Book 1, 2 and 3, will be out soon.
To find out more details, check out her publisher's site at http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/jenny-thomson/
Her novella, How Kirsty Gets Her Kicks, about a one legged Glasgow barmaid who goes on the run with a gun and a safe load of gangster's cash after killing one of his henchmen, will be published by the critically acclaimed Snubnose Press
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