Tuesday, April 24, 2018

The Sweet Life by Dakota Star - Teaser Tuesday Book Blitz



Contemporary Romance (with erotica)
Published Date: April 3, 2018
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

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My job is everything to me, and climbing the corporate ladder is my one and only goal. Now that I’ve landed an important account for a popular dude ranch, I’m more determined than ever. There’s just one problem I didn’t count on…Mitch Johnson, the tall, hot-tempered, brown-eyed cowboy with the potential to bring my career crashing down around me. He’s a distraction I can’t afford—and a temptation I can’t ignore. But the real kicker? He also happens to be the ranch owner’s son, which means I’m about to saddle up more problems than I can handle.


About the Author


Dakota Star likes worn-in cowboy boots, a well-trained horse, a cold beverage, and trails to ride in the woods. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two daughters. Both her daughters have finished college and moved away so her dogs, cats, and retired horse now keep her busy. When not outside hiking or horseback riding, she loves to read and travel.






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Moonlight City Drive by Brian Paone - Book Tour + Giveaway


Moonlight City Drive
by Brian Paone


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GENRE: Crime/Thriller Romantic Paranormal

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BLURB:

11:18 p.m. Subject is checking into the Desert Palms Motel, accompanied by an unknown female.

Snapshot in the parking lot. Man and woman embrace. Betrayal, I see it every day, 
like my own reflection in the mirror staring back at me. Another case, another bottle of booze, 
life is no longer a mystery to me …

… Because I’m the private eye, hot on your trail; the top gun for hire. 
You’ll find me lurking in the shadows, always searching for a clue. 
I’m the bulletproof detective. 
I got my eye on you …

What’s a little sin under the covers, what’s a little blood between lovers? 
What’s a little death to be discovered, cold stiff body under the covers?

I’m digging you a desert grave, underneath the burning sun. 
You won’t be found by anyone. 
Vultures circle in the sky, and you, my dear, are the reason why.

… I was always easily influenced.

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EXCERPT

Smith spit out another peanut shell onto his Chevy’s floorboard as his gaze stayed trained on the 
Desert Palms Motel’s front entrance. His fingers instinctively found the opened bag in the complete 
darkness and pinched another nut. He squeezed his eyes closed to ward off the simmering residual 
headache from the most recent blackout. The sound of the rain pelting the windshield was soothing.

“Come on. Where are you? You took the last two nights off. I can’t imagine you being on vacation.”

Headlights turning into the parking lot diverted his attention from the motel’s front door. 
He squinted to decipher the make and model of the vehicle through the downpour. A Bentley.
He sighed and returned his focus to the motel as he fingered the brim of his newly purchased 
replacement fedora and then tossed it next to him in frustration.

Smith removed his revolver from his shoulder holster and checked that all six chambers were loaded 
for the umpteenth time. He secured the weapon and grabbed the small notebook from underneath his 
discarded fedora, lying on the passenger seat, where Wynn should be sitting. But she had maintained 
radio silence throughout the past two days since storming from Hank’s office. He shook his head in 
disgust for letting Wynn’s drama distract him from the job at hand.

He swiped the Chevy’s dashboard with his palm to clean off the thick layer of dust that had collected 
from months of neglect. He wiped his hands on his pants, leaving a graying smear across the fabric 
covering his thighs. He reached into his trench coat’s inner pocket and removed a silver flask. 
He opened the top and looked at the engraved insignia on the front. His index finger traced the shining 
eyeball hanging freely in the cut-out middle of a pyramid. Taking a swig from the decorated flask, 
he grimaced as the brown liquid hit the back of his throat.

Smith retrieved the Polaroid from the dashboard and cleared his throat. “Let’s see what tricks you’re 
playing on me now.” He flicked the corner of the photograph as he sighed deeply in expected 
disappointment.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Brian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. Brian has, thus far, 
published four novels: a memoir about being friends with a drug-addicted rock star, 
Dreams are Unfinished Thoughts; a macabre cerebral-horror novel, Welcome to Parkview;
a time-travel romance novel, Yours Truly, 2095, (which was nominated for a Hugo Award, 
though it did not make the finalists); and a supernatural, crime-noir detective novel, Moonlight City Drive. 
Along with his four novels, Brian has published three short stories: “Outside of Heaven,” 
which is featured in the anthology, A Matter of Words; “The Whaler’s Dues,” which is featured 
in the anthology, A Journey of Words; and “Anesthetize (or A Dream Played in Reverse on Piano Keys),” 
which is featured in the anthology, A Haunting of Words. Brian is also a vocalist and has released 
seven albums with his four bands: Yellow #1, Drop Kick Jesus, The Grave Machine, and Transpose. 
He is married to a US Naval Officer, and they have four children. Brian is also a police officer 
and has been working in law enforcement since 2002. He is a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, 
a New England Patriots fanatic, and his favorite color is burnt orange. For more information on all 
his books and music, visit www.BrianPaone.com



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Monday, April 23, 2018

The Vampire Within by Laura Daleo - Book Tour + Giveaway


The Vampire Within
by Laura Daleo
Genre:
Urban Fantasy

Brandon Cass is not your average teenager. He has a taste for blood—human
blood. For sixteen years, he stumbled through life without a
hitch until the enigmatic aroma of blood awakened something dark
within him. Visions of a beautiful young woman with chocolate brown
hair and ocean blue eyes haunt his mind, yet her identity is a
puzzling mystery. 
His hunger for blood strengthens, and the cravings become too powerful to
control. No one is safe, not even his family. To safeguard all he
once found dear, Brandon sets out on a quest for answers. In an
unfamiliar city, he comes face-to-face with the beautiful young
woman, confronts the dark force which controls him, and learns what
he must endure to reclaim his soul.
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I jumped out of bed at the very last second, took a quick shower, threw on some clothes and raced downstairs. As my mom nagged me about the time, I shoved a piece of toast in my mouth, washed it down with some OJ, then dashed out the door seconds before the school bus pulled up. As usual, my fellow classmates were taunting the new kid, Roger, and Mr. Gilbert, the bus driver, was yelling out his customary, “Knock it off!” at them. I flopped down in an empty seat at the back of the bus and let out a frustrated groan. Could my life be any more boring? I dragged my feet as I made my way into Mrs. Clark’s history class and claimed my usual seat. Whose bright idea was it to make history first period? Staying conscious while Mrs. Clark rambled on about a bunch of dead people who changed the world was near impossible. I slid farther down in my chair and was about to initiate full zone-out mode when Sam walked into class. An electric jolt zapped me upright—I could smell her. The scent quickened my pulse and sent my heartbeat skyrocketing. My mouth watered as a feverish hunger growled in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t her perfumed skin or freshly shampooed hair. No, it was musky and unpleasant. It got under my skin, and I found it terribly distracting.
As Sam caught me staring, a proud smirk washed over her face. She tossed her golden-blonde hair over her shoulder and slid her slender body into the wooden desk in front of me, then turned around and locked eyes with me, her smug grin widening. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her distracting aroma swiftly traveled up my nose, lighting up my brain. Shivers scurried down my spine, spinning my head…what was that smell? As Sam tugged playfully on my hair, she whispered, “I’ve been waiting forever for you to notice me, Brandon.” She paused, looking me up and down. “Meet me after class on the front steps.” I didn’t hesitate to agree. “Okay.” She winked. “I have a surprise for you.” My stomach flip flopped and my palms grew sweaty. Surprise? I had no idea what she meant, but I sure as hell was gonna find out. Sam’s smell manipulated my brain, blurring Mrs. Clark’s words together. Once, I got wasted at one of my parents’ Christmas parties. I’d chugged down every half-finished glass of beer, wine, or hard liquid abandoned on the table to the point where my head spun out of control. Sam’s scent mimicked that same effect. I wanted to gorge on it, whatever it was. The sudden ring of the school bell, announcing the end of first period, snapped me out of the muddled fog. Sam touched my shoulder and whispered, “You go first and I’ll meet you there.” I obeyed and headed straight for the front steps with my heartbeat throbbing inside my throat.
The breeze carried her fragrance. She was behind me; I knew it. My knees wobbled as I turned around. Sam was inches from me, batting her eyelashes and smiling. She giggled and seized my trembling hand. “Come with me.” She steered me toward the park and away from the vigilant eyes at the school. Within the boundaries of the trees and their interlocking branches, we sat, facing each other. “What’s my surprise?” I asked, my breath speeding up. “A kiss.” She grinned sheepishly, then planted her lips over mine. That smell of hers hammered at the inner walls of my brain. Every muscle twitched, and heat spread over my skin. I pulled away and blurted out, “What’s that smell? It’s driving me crazy!” She flinched, and her cheeks flushed bright red. “You can smell me?” “Yes.” “I…I don’t know what to say. This is so embarrassing.” She looked away from me. “I’m on my period,” she whispered. That was it—blood! Rich, dark, delicious blood! Wait, blood? Delicious? Was it? I jammed my fingertips into my temples. Her scent was screwing with my head, but I had to taste her. Cupping her face, I kissed her hard and bit her tongue. Warm, coppery blood spilled into my mouth, bringing to life a slew of delightful shivers. Her high-pitched squeal struck my eardrums, but I didn’t care. Her fluids overpowered all my senses. I swished her blood between my teeth, like mouthwash, before spitting it into the  palm of my hand. A thick, gooey, red substance coated my fingers. Its power hypnotized me and…altered me. I hungered after it. My tongue darted out of my mouth and snatched up the blood staining my skin. Upon my virgin swallow, I released the low growl swelling in my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of her. Her face had turned a shade of ghastly-white, and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She opened her mouth wide, blasting out another petrified shriek. It echoed inside my ears, yanking me back to reality. I held my hands up and backed away from her, shaking my head. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me…I’m so sorry.” She scrambled to her feet, gave my shin a swift kick, and shouted, “Freak!” As she ran away, she threatened, “I’m going to tell everyone what you did. Everyone!” I wandered the park aimlessly with my thoughts spiraling. I bit her! Why, why, why? The blood…it made me do it! My feet stumbled to a grinding halt. Her blood coerced me; I knew it with every ounce of my being. Was that even impossible? Was I losing my mind? I had to get away from the school.



I was born and raised in Sunny San Diego, California. A creative
writing class in junior high sparked my desire to tell stories;
however, Anne Rice was my true inspiration. Interview With The
Vampire has become one of the best-selling novels of all time, and
was the driving passion behind my desire to write my own vampire
legend. In 1996, Immortal Kiss was born and sat patiently until 2014
for its publication. 

At the present, my published works are Immortal Kiss, Bound by Blood,
The Vow, and The Vampire Within. My current project, The Soul
Collector is my first non-vampire tale. Future projects in the queue:
The Ten, The Old Ones, Vampire Amon, and The Doll.

In 2016, I started my own publishing company, Story Bound Publishing; a
fresh voice in the supernatural realm of eBooks and traditional
print. We are committed to publishing unearthly tales of Aliens,
Demons, Fairies, Ghosts, Shifters, Vampires, Werewolves, Witches,
Zombies and all other creatures that go bump in the night. In the
vast world of publishing, we firmly believe in keeping things
personable, something all too rare in the industry today.

Here are some fun facts about me. I love to have my Starbucks coffee when
I write. I’m obsessed with shoes. I have 3 furry kids, Stuart,
Morgan, and Dexter. And, of course, I’m a huge fan of all things vampire.




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One for the Price of Two by Howard Weiner - Book Tour + Giveaway


Fiction, Thriller, Crime
Date Published: March 15, 2018

He's a special forces operator, a trained assassin. He marries into an organized crime family. Not an ordinary crime family, but one with a tradition and specialty in murder for hire. 

Fraternal twins are raised by an ambivalent aunt who provides an unusual childhood experience. One twin leaves home to join the armed forces and is ultimately assigned to a special forces unit conducting clandestine operations in North Korea. The death of one his unit members produces an introduction to an organized crime family specializing in murder for hire. The funeral for the family's son and an interest in their daughter brings new blood and methods to the family business.




About the Author

Howard Weiner is a recent addition to the literary genre of fiction. Writing mysteries, thrillers, crimes—with a touch of romance—an approach described by one reader as “one bubble off.”

Many authors sharing the genre have characters whose fortune is determined by others. They literally have dodged the bullet that otherwise would have killed them. Weiner’s characters make their own fortune—good or bad—and they live with the results.

Weiner’s own experiences are blessed with no small number of noteworthy characters and events. He brings these slightly off-kilter individuals to life, complete with their own stories and dramas. Like the child prodigy in his first novel, "It Is Las Vegas After All", who comes to the starting edge of adulthood and then loses the approval of his doting parents, the sponsorship of one of America’s great institutions of higher education, and gains the enmity of his girlfriend’s father—an international arms dealer—to become a home-grown terrorist operating on U.S. soil.

A survivor of rich, nuanced bureaucracies in the public and private sector, Weiner writes about characters whose career choices and decisions are morally questionable. A student of personal behavior in complex circumstances, Weiner brings these often cringe-worthy characters to life. Some are amoral, others immoral in a narrow slice of their lives, yet they otherwise look and act like people we all know from work or even childhood. Like one of the female leads in his novel, "Serendipity Opportunity", an out-of-the-box thinker who flunks most of life’s basic relationship tests, yet she is someone you never want pursuing you in the cause of justice. There’s a former foreign security official who uses his protected status as a witness for federal prosecutors to provide cover for his own mayhem and murder in Weiner’s third novel, "Bad Money".

Many of Weiner’s stories are born out of real life events: The mix-up in luggage claim at the airport in, "Bad Money", the chronic high school slacker in "Serendipity Opportunity" whose one stroke of good fortune creates his opportunity to perpetrate a complex series of frauds, or the brilliant student in "It Is Las Vegas After All" who uses his prodigious talents toward an evil end.

As a former federal official, Weiner can neither confirm nor deny having the highest security clearances in classified security programs. Yet, his knowledge of the dark web, criminal organizations, and security organizations takes stories from the popular press to the next level.


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