Blog Tour - The Darkest Night Series by Sophie Avett

THE DARKEST NIGHT SERIES

Author: Sophie Avett

Genre: Dark BDSM Fantasy Romance 

Lengths: 40k installments / 4 parts in all 

The Darkest Night: Part One 

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Owner and operator of Bits and Pieces, and resident expert on charms and glamours, Elsa Karr is a witch with a sour frown and a list of things to do as long as Thor’s hammer. Top of the list is saving her father's shop from ruin. If she isn't trying to claw her way out of debt, she's arguing with her cat, Fenris, or shoveling carts of cake into her gob. She's not interested in romance or the vampire who rents the flat above her shop. All she wants is a little peace and chocolate--fine, all right! All right! The vampire is kind of screw all cute. (Curse him.)

The disgraced son and heir of the Wingates House vampire clan and a mad-man to boot, Marshall Ansley spends most of his time working and dodging his mother's phone calls. Marshall is beyond family. He's beyond everyone, actually. Don’t be daft, he especially doesn't do…Christmas. But behold, the plague brings an original flavor of annoyance this year when his boss tasks him with acquiring the account of a recluse fey and her upcoming Gothic clothing boutique, Sinister Stitches. That is the ONLY reason he's bothering with his shrewish landlord. No, that's it. No…really. Fine, if you insist, the witch might be a tad bit...all right, she's adorable. (Damn her.)

Scrooge meets Scrooge. Dominant meets Dominant. Tempers…spark. In each other, they may unfold a tale that only comes to pass on the darkest of nights.

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The Darkest Night: Part Two

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Return to the horrible and haunted New Gotham in the second installment of The Darkest Night: An Erotic Fairy Tale.

Our vampire prince charming, Marshall Ansley has done the unthinkable. Now, he intends to do the unforgivable. Elsa Karr will be his. At least for one night. It's the only way to end the spell she has over him. This little angel is going to learn what it is to hold hands with the Devil. She's going to learn her place. Or so help him, he'll mount her on crucifix and cast her overboard the Palatine Lite. Drown her. Murder her. Over and over again. Deal be damned.

Little does our vampire prince charming know, New Gotham's Anti-Cinderella is no one's prey. Let the darkest night begin...

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The Darkest Night: Part Three 

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Return to the horrible and haunted New Gotham in the third installment of The Darkest Night: An Erotic Fairy Tale.

Marshall Ansley, our vampire prince charming, is finally under Elsa's spell. Figuratively and literally. Their epic battle of wills continues, but they haven't the time to worry with that right now. Bits and Pieces must be saved, Sinister Stitches must be signed--there is grand Christmas ball to survive. (Oh, what an ordeal.) Meanwhile, trouble is sailing toward them... Someone is coming... Someone bad... It could be a vampire. It might be a witch. Only time and the stroke of midnight will tell.

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The Darkest Night: Part Four 

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Return to the horrible and haunted New Gotham in the fourth and final installment of The Darkest Night: An Erotic Fairy Tale. 

New Gotham's vampire prince charming and Anti-Cinderella will have to face off against worthy foes...and each other. There is nowhere for Marshall to hide anymore. There is nowhere for Elsa to run. Perhaps, the vampire will make choices he never dreamed he would. Perhaps, Elsa will make some surprising choices of her own. Tune into the last and final act of this deliciously dark fairy tale.

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~ EXCERPT ~

Bitter amusement at her arrogance shot through Marshall's desire like an arrow and he peeled back her plump bottom lip, checking for fangs. Surely, she had some. And if not, he’d rip out her dull canines in place. “What makes you think—”

She surged up and crushed their lips together in a terrible kiss. Mouth on mouth, they warred. Lips, teeth, and tongue mating wildly. Fire and ice crashing until every smoldering suckle and sigh was nothing more than the grandeur one would expect when two forces of nature collided. Kismet.

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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~

SOPHIE AVETT

Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists on laying its wet nose on top of her bare foot. 

Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties. Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)

Sophie Avett loves to hear from her readers. (Hi, mom.) So if there's something on your mind, feel free to leave a message after the scream. 

(Mom, you can just call me. Seriously.)

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Blog Tour & Book Review - Loving Colt by CA Harms

LOVING COLT

Author: CA Harms

Series: Southern Boys #3 ~ Standalone

Genre: Contemporary Romance

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Alexis and Colt never planned on crossing paths.

Alexis and her three year old daughter were running from their past and Colt was looking for his future.

Neither planning on finding salvation in one another.

One night changed it all and they had no hope of ever being the same again.

Finding a way to make it work when it felt like everything was against them was something they would have to work hard to overcome.

Will Colt be strong enough to handle Alexis's past?

Or will is all be to much?

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~ My Review ~

I got a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review for the blog tour I'm hosting.

Loving Colt is book 3 in the Southern Boys series and we finally see everyone's happily ever after. With Reed and Kori to Gavin and Maria with their growing family.

So Loving Colt follows Colton Maria's older very protective brother who haven't really found love again after his heartache. And Alexis who lost her love a couple years ago and is on the run from the wrong guy she dated. 

Loving Colt shows us that love knows no age, no boundaries and no walls. It shows us that as soon as you open up your heart you never know what to expect and sometimes the good happens.

Colt help Alexis face her fears and grow stronger. In the same time their love for each other grows stronger to and nothing can break it. But trust me there will be some that try, don't stress they won't succeed. Unfortunately it will have you on the edge of your seat and praying it will turn out for the best.

Loving Colt is a feel good love story that will make you want more.

I give it 4 Loving Stars.

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FORGIVING REED

Author: CA Harms

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Contemporary Romance

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Kori suffered a great loss, one that left her feeling so desolate and alone, that she believed nothing would ever fill the void…

The only thing that kept her going was the one little piece of joy she still had in her life, her baby boy, Rhett. 

She had no choice but to move forward and give her son the best life she could. Which meant moving back home. 

Except there was one problem.

Home was where Reed would be… 

The man who once held her heart, then shattered it into a million pieces. 

Grieving the loss of Rhetts dad, and learning to forgive those who have betrayed her, Kori was battling it all.

But will she ever have the strength to forgive Reed? 

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FINDING GAVIN

Author: CA HARMS

Series: Southern Boys, Book #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~

Gavin was a broken hearted cowboy from Savanna… 

The one she fell for even though he tried to warn her away.

Maria’s entire life had been one rejection after another, always going after things that were just out of reach. 

Gavin was no exception. 

She wanted him, so desperately…

But life had a way of making things unattainable, at least for her anyway. 

Just when things began to change, once again the darkness glooms, and Maria finds that her happy ending may once again be…

Unreachable.

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CA Harms

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

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Release day Blitz - Prisoner of Poseidon by Mary Bernsen

PRISONER OF POSEIDON

Author: Mary Bernsen

Series: Villain's Love #2

Genre: Fantasy Romance

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Ursula knew no other life than one as a slave. Could the gentle touch of a stranger be enough to convince her there is more?

Sold to Poseidon at the age of seventeen, Ursula spent the next four years serving as his submissive concubine. She loves him with a fierce loyalty, but she dared to defy her king for the first time by refusing to kill a spirited young girl when he ordered it. Now, she must find the escaped trespasser and return her to Atlantis, or lose her own head.

In Greece she finds Hercules, the missing girl's former employer. He introduces Ursula to a world of new experiences and freedoms that she has never before known. Though thrilling and intoxicating, her new lifestyle could only be temporary. She must finish her quest and return to her master before she finds herself addicted to this new, softer love of a stranger.

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He pulled me down to my knees, and pressed his lips against my ear. “I won't stop until I've saved you, Ursula.”

“I'm not yours to save,” I managed to whisper.

“Ah, but you are.”

“And how is that?”

He took hold of my waist and pivoted my body until it rested against his. My legs nearly gave out as my breasts molded against his strong, hard chest. I fixed my sight on the scenery behind him, afraid to even breathe.

“Somehow my soul has found itself tangled up in yours. I can't explain it any more than I can bring myself to ignore it.”

~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~

Mary Bernsen

Mary Bernsen is a southwest Florida native currently living in Punta Gorda with her two beautiful children and a third, much larger child whom she affectionately calls husband. She is the Amazon Best Selling Author of The Roman Mongrel, Healing The Bayou, and The Villain's Love Series. She spends her days creating characters on the good side of twenty-five because she is in serious denial about the fact that she is now on the bad side of it.

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Chapter Reveal - Where We Belong by Eve Connell

Title: Where We Belong

Author: Eve Connell

 Release Date: February 19, 2015

Synopsis

One man diving into the past.

One woman emerging from the depths.

At the age of seventeen, Amelia Baide won silver at the Olympic Games and was the second-fastest woman in the pool. Then one tragic night she crashed into a lake and was dragged out without a pulse. Now twenty-four, she is still haunted by it and hasn’t swum again. Until this year’s anniversary of the accident. It is a day unlike any other and a strange turn of events finds Amelia back at a swimming pool.

Harry Jamieson had eyes for one girl, while women and the media had eyes for him. As a trainer of Olympic athletes, he was an in-demand man. Until one boozy morning after … But from bad luck to pure chance he runs into his old flame, Amelia, at a swimming pool no less. She doesn’t remember a thing from the night of the crash.

And Harry knows every single secret.

The pair joins forces—a comeback for Amelia and Harry’s ultimate coaching opportunity. But dodging waves is hard to do; and even the strongest swimmer may sink.

Where We Belong is a second-chance love story for young and old, for swimming enthusiasts and romantics at heart.

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Chapter 1

 

Amelia

We had the fight moments after I slipped the robe off my shoulders into a pool around my feet. I had one foot on the shower base, one on the plush rectangular mat.

At that moment, my fiancé, Kristopher, knocked from the other side of the bathroom door, which I’d already locked for privacy.

He had this tendency often. The first word he would speak to me all day? As I stepped into the shower. Was it okay if he went out with his friends instead of the dinner reservation? As I stepped into the shower. His solution to cancer? As I stepped into the shower.

Clenching my jaw, I awaited the question.

“Aftershave, Amelia?” he asked.

I sighed. “You should have gotten it when I told you I needed to shower. Or while I collected my creams and lotions and make-up. Or while I sniffed around for a clean towel in your stash in the corner.”

The soap—as we both knew—was irrelevant in this argument. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if we stayed together out of laziness. And maybe we did. Because I hated many characteristics about my fiancé. Especially his ignorance of this anniversary.

It was September twenty-ninth.

This year I called my boss’s mobile at the crack of dawn to fake a sick day, playing up my groggy tone as a terrible sore throat in addition to a nauseous tummy. She told me to get well, and I swallowed the news with a lump in my throat, guilty for lying. I was an assistant for a medium-sized advertising business and handled paperwork, invoicing and calls all day long—it wasn’t like my absence would be of consequence to day-to-day activities. I’d pick it up tomorrow.

Last year Kristopher and I made dates apart with our respective best friends, and I’d spent it eating all the ice cream along a strip of shops down the coast. I’d thrown up once and then kept on going. Jaffa flavour, I remember.

I’d licked and slurped the drips down the paper cup, and only thought twice of the anniversary. Once on the drive down to the beach, and then once as I’d clutched the sides of a rusty public bin and spewed my guts up to the backdrop of disgusted gasps from passers-by.

I don’t know what Kristopher did that day, but he came back when the night sky was a deep sapphire blue, whisky on his breath as he climbed in bed behind me.

The year before I took a day off from work and spent $600 buying cocktail dresses I would never have occasion to wear. The next day I donated them to charity.

Six years ago today, I died. Hence, it was the one time of the year we didn’t forget the date. Unlike some years when we had to shop for Christmas gifts at two am on the twenty-fourth.

I stared down the white door of the bathroom, one foot tingling with the sharp cold of the shower base, hand clutching the knob. I stepped back onto the tiles, accepting defeat.

“Come on, Amelia,” he said in a low tone. “Just one Goddamn bottle of aftershave. That’s all I need.”

“No. Just wait till I’m done.”

“Babe.”

“Amelia,” I said.

“Amelia, please,” he said, voice breaking. “I haven’t showered and I stink. I just need a few fucking sprays, and I’ll be out of your way all day.”

I gritted my teeth and hobbled from toe to toe, the cold seeping up my legs. If we kept going on like this staying out of each other’s way was pointless. We knew how to nip at each other’s sensitive spots in a way learned from several years of being together. I saw the forthcoming crash, clenched my eyes shut against the pain. My shoulders heaved, bracing for impact.

Was this what happened to me just before my crash?

Was there a moment of wide-eyed fear as my corded, muscled arms grabbed the wheel at the proper ten and two positions, and I flew through the air, reduced to a thin, crushed and crumpled body at the bottom of the lake?

Hot tears grew heavy behind my eyelids as something inside me snapped. I shut the gate to the horrific visions.

It was too late to shower.

Kristopher banged his fist on the door, the boom echoing. I bent and hurried on my new clothes folded on the counter.

“Come on. This is beyond a joke. It will take you a few seconds to pass it.” The door rattled, the handle jerking, but I’d locked the door already. “Amelia.”

I slipped my arms into the cardigan and threw open the door, despite the bags under my eyes and the chill settling over my chest because of the unbuttoned front.

I said, “Have it all,” pushing the aftershave bottle into his chest, then rushed past him.

And I didn’t look back.

 

Chapter 2

 

Harry

 

I woke to star- and heart-shaped glow-in-the-dark stickers radiating in neon green from the ceiling. A ceiling I’d never seen before in my life—typically, I wasn’t the sort of man to befriend the fancy sticker type of person.

It was pre-dawn, barely so, the sun a tiny orb just under the horizon through the crack in the curtains.

My world swayed as I tilted my head. I held my ears in my palms, and my fingers weaved through the messy state of my bed hair. Under the purple sheets, my stomach churned, and farther down, morning glory unstuck from the aforementioned undelightful purple sheets. I crawled out of the bed.

What the fuck was this? I thought. And where the fuck was I?

I remembered flashes from the previous night. A club, a slime party, and breathy kisses with the girl who lay splayed under these purple sheets beneath her stars and hearts glow-in-the-dark ceiling.

Viol … Vick … no, it was Vivienne. No, wait, Vivienna.

I smiled, proud of my achievement. But that dropped into a wobbly set of lips. My stomach churned again. I lurched into the attached bathroom and retched, wiping myself clean with water.

Even though I was ninety-nine-point-nine per cent certain I fucked Vicky (or Vivienna), I shivered at the thought of sharing her toothbrush, so I used the handy finger-stick in lieu and then the mouthwash beside the basin.

Feeling somewhat refreshed, I let out a deep breath and looked around the bathroom, not much of a better sight than the bedroom. The towels were white and pale purple, the soap purple, and more stickers dotted along the corners of the mirror above the basin.

I stared at my reflection, disgusted.

My hair Mohawked, askew to one side, a chunk plastered across my forehead in a teenage boy-crush style. I fussed it around with my hands. It looked as if I just had sex, which was better than it had moments prior.

I stepped back into her bedroom, peering amongst the sheets and all her hair. I sighed upon seeing her, confirming one thing. She had the youthful expression of someone I hoped was legal. I was twenty-eight, she perhaps twenty or twenty-one. I hoped.

Since she was still asleep, I returned to the bathroom and looked around for supplies to make myself appear more human. But I caught my reflection in the mirror and stalled. My tan skin and dark hair vividly contrasted against my steel-blue eyes. Most noticeably, a bloodshot glare, lined with purple bags, rolled lazily at the reflection.

I didn’t suspect my pick-up techniques from last night would have worked if I’d looked like this.

Just twelve or so hours ago, one look at Vivienna and she was under my arm, my lips near her ear telling her things she wanted to hear.

I wished I’d had the foresight to stop drinking and pick up her nuisances: the squeals I thought made her sound cute, the frilly neckline of her dress more girly than sweet, and the bright purple shoes. The poor woman had a young girl trapped inside her body.

I looked through the doorway and whispered, “You’re a little crazy, Purple Vivienna.”

I never should have—

Stop, Harry. I told myself. Find some deodorant, get some clothes on, and get out of here.

So I did just that. Then I walked out of her bedroom without a note or text. I didn’t have her number, plus she didn’t care for me.

The others didn’t, either. They thought they cared.

But they wanted the thrill of a night with the Harry Jamieson.

A night of passion and drinking with the idea of love.

One of us had to have our heads screwed on.

With mine teetering on the right side of sanity, I dashed out and found my car parked by the kerb outside her house, hoping she’d been sober enough by the end of the night to drive it. I knew with absolute certainty I wouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel.

I didn’t drive after drinking. Not anymore.

I travelled home, which took an hour—a long way for pussy, even by my standards—and did the whole routine: shower, force down some hangover-cure food, spend the rest of the day watching TV like a zombie. Late afternoon, I got onto all my emails, responding to meetings, questions and other ad hoc business, then prepared some training sessions for my swimmers.

When I woke the next morning, I stumbled drowsily onto my front lawn in just a pair of sleeping pants and retrieved the delivered roll of newspaper. My neighbour, having noticed my exit, darted her eyes away and scurried inside her house.

I never claimed to be a sight for sore eyes in the morning. But what the hell was that about?

Five minutes later, as I tipped a steaming cup of coffee to my lips, I saw the headline and cursed, spraying coffee all over my granite countertop.

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