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Kennedy Ryan Read Along ~ When You Are Mine

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Have you read When You Are Mine by Kennedy Ryan? If not grab your copy, enter the Rafflecopter contest by joining the When You Are Mine Reading Extravaganza, and get set for two weeks of lots of fun and prizes! Kennedy Ryan along with Sassy Savvy Fabulous has organized a two week read at your own pace read-along of When You Are Mine. Not only will there be fun discussions, but there will be daily author guest appearances and prizes! Already read it? No worries! You can still join the fun and enter the contest for your chance to win a $100 Visa gift card or Forever Romance prize pack filled with signed books by authors such as Kristen Ashley and Jessica Sorensen. Check the group daily for a lineup of guest authors. Some appearances you can look forward to include A.L. Jackson, Jen Frederick, and many more! To get started click below on the Rafflecopter giveaway.

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Synopsis

Forever is a heartbeat away . . .

Kerris Moreton knows how to make things work. Bounced from foster home to foster home as a kid, she adapted; when opportunity arose, she thrived. Now, about to open her own business and accept a marriage proposal, Kerris is ready to build the life she’s always wanted. The only thing missing? A passionate connection with her would-be fiancé, Cam. Kerris wants to believe that sparks are overrated-until Walsh Bennett lights her up like the Fourth of July.

. . . but what about love?

As one of the East Coast’s most eligible bachelors, Walsh enjoys financial independence, fulfilling work with his family’s nonprofit, and plenty of female attention. But lately he’s been distracted by the one woman he can’t have. Lovely to look at and even sweeter to know, Kerris is the soul mate Walsh never thought he would find. The problem is, his best friend found her first . . .

 

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About Kennedy Ryan

There were several signs that Kennedy Ryan would be a writer, but making up stories with a mop as her long-haired heroine while the other kids played kick ball may have been the most telling. After graduating with her journalism degree from UNC-Chapel Hill (GO, HEELS!), she found various means of gainful employment having absolutely nothing to do with said degree, but knew she would circle back to writing, in some form or fashion. Some day. After years of working and writing for non-profit organizations, she finally returned to her first love – telling stories.

Kennedy writes contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She always gives her characters their happily ever after, but loves to make them work for it! It’s a long road to love, so sit back and enjoy the ride.

In an alternative universe and under her government name Tina Dula, she is wife to the love of her life, mom to to her son, and a friend to those living with autism through her foundation Myles-A-Part.

She is splitting 25% of her royalties between donations for her foundation, and to her national charitable partner, Talk About Curing Autism (TACA).

Her interview series MOMMIES DO THE MOST AMAZING THINGS is featured each month in Brooke Burke’s online magazine Modern Mom.

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Posted by on September 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Cover Reveal: Hemlock Veils by Jennie Davenport

Hemlock Veils
Release Date: 11/25/14
Swoon Romance
Summary from Goodreads:When Elizabeth Ashton
escapes her damaging city life and finds herself in the remote town of Hemlock
Veils, Oregon, she is smitten by its quaint mystery; but the surrounding forest
holds an enchantment she didn’t think existed, and worse, a most terrifying
monster. The town claims it vicious and evil, but Elizabeth suspects something
is amiss. Even with its enormous, hairy frame, gruesome claws, and knifelike
teeth, the monster’s eyes speak to her: wolf-like and ringed with gold, yet
holding an awareness that can only be human. That’s when Elizabeth knows she is
the only one who can see the struggling soul trapped inside, the soul to which
she is moved.



Secretly, Elizabeth befriends the beast at night, discovering there’s more to
his story and that the rising of the sun transforms him into a human more
complex than his beastly self. Elizabeth eventually learns that his curse is
unlike any other and that a single murderous act is all that stands between him
and his freedom. Though love is not enough to break his curse, it may be the
only means by which the unimaginable can be done: sacrifice a beauty for the
beast.

About the Author
Though Jennie Davenport was raised throughout the Midwest, she now lives
in the little desert mining town of Bagdad, Arizona, where six guys beg for her
constant attention: a husband, three young, blond sons, a German shepherd with
a name much mightier than his disposition (Zeus), and a black cat named Mouse.
When she isn’t trying to run her home with as little casualties as possible,
Jennie loves snuggling with her family, laughing with her friends, delving into
brilliant entertainment of any vein, and playing outside. Despite the way being
a writer is in her blood, and the wheels of her writerly mind are constantly
turning, Jennie likes to think that in another life, she would have been a
Broadway star. Or an American Idol finalist.
Jennie lives for the fall, and not just because of her adoration for the
NFL (Go Broncos!). In her perfect world, she would have the springs, summers,
and falls of Colorado, and the winters of Arizona—someplace where the climate
and weather would allow her to go on a trail run all year round. But even
though she prefers the pines and mountains, she is a devoted fan of all nature,
from sandy beaches to woodsy cabins, and all are her greatest inspiration. She
believes nature is one of the best healing remedies, with a magic all its own.


Jennie’s passion for writing is the way she survives, and is as vital to
her sanity as oxygen, caffeine, food, and music. Even before she began writing
it, well-told, original, and character-driven romance was always her weak spot.
Add the paranormal or magical realism element and she may never make it back to
reality. 

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Posted by on August 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Kiss

The KissThe music pounds so fiercely I can feel the vibrations under my feet. The band the deejay is playing is a fusion of trip-hop, funk, old school rap, and rock. Guitar riffs rip through the air to be countered by a flute. An odd combination the crowd loves.

Sweat runs down my face and my black t-shirt clings to my torso, showing off my toned muscles. Bodies crush against me as we dance collectively. A black light provides the only illumination in the form of white shirts, pants, skirts, shoes, and socks glowing lavender in the dark living room.

She pushes her way through the crowd then claims the space in front of me and turns her back to me to face her friend. A glowing white tank top sticks to her curves and a dark skirt swishes around her hips as she dances with the friend.

She spins around to me and a wry smile appears on her lips as our gazes lock onto each other. She lowers her eyes and plays on my attention, swerving her hips side to side in a slow seduction despite the pulsing beat. Her body writhes snake-like in the small space, her arms slithering into the air above her for a brief moment. She lowers her hands and runs them over her sides then peers up at me with a come hither glint in her eyes.

My breath catches in my throat and my cock twitches.

Her gaze drops again and she does a short sashay to close the gap between us. Her body touches mine and an instant sway to the tempo forms between us as if that’s the way it always was. Her arms slink overhead again and undulate before settling on my shoulders. My hands rest on her rounded hips and draw her close enough for our bodies to meld. Her hands run into my sweat-soaked hair as her face inches closer. Her mouth claims me and my lips part for her willingly, welcoming the deep and heated tongue tangle. My arms wrap around her tight to keep her from escaping this perfect embrace.

I don’t even know her but it feels like our souls were destined to connect. She belongs in my arms. I belong in hers.

She’s ripped away from me as I finish that thought. Her friend drags her through the surging masses towards the front door. Her eyelids lower and she touches her fingertips to her lips, as if imprinting the kiss to them. She looks up at me again and her lips spread into a smile, just for me, as her friend hauls her away.

The shock of having her torn out of my arms dissipates. There is no mistake. I want her. I want to know her. I want to know what else makes her smile. I want her body pressed against mine again. I want to hear her scream out in pleasure and feel her shudder around me.

Desire propels me forward, to the door. I use my arms to separate the throng impeding my pursuit. I feel a drink spill on my jeans and seep into my Chucks. I don’t care. I have to catch up to her.

I break through the edge of the dancing swell and bolt for the open door. I run down the front stairs scanning frantically. Party goers mill about the yard and my heart falls.

She’s gone.

©Debi Smith, 2014

 
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Posted by on March 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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