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Thursday, October 26, 2017
The Audition & Torn Avenger by @LeaBronsen #booktour #NewRelease Dark #Erotic Dark Viking #Romance
Friday, June 9, 2017
#BookTour ~ #Win a #GiftCard Hunted Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 3) by @JamieLynnAuthor
Hunted Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 3)
The hunters become the hunted when the past returns to haunt Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller with deadly vengeance.
In the wake of the harrowing missions in India and Pakistan, Connor struggles to come to terms with causing the accidental death of a child, while Shawn tries to put Julian’s betrayal behind him.
Adding to the emotional fallout, new trials arise - the appearance of a young man from Connor’s past turned stalker may have fatal consequences for him, while Shawn must confront his former heroin addiction and break free of the hold it still has on him.
The challenges continue when a Shadow Unit undercover op in Bangladesh to shut down the pipeline of terrorists being smuggled into the UK draws Shawn and Connor into a web of lies and deceit from a man hell bent on exacting revenge on the two soldiers - demanding a life for a life.
Will Connor and Shawn survive? Or will the jungle become their final resting place?
Don't miss Connor and Shawn's previous missions in BROKEN SOLDIER and ROGUE SOLDIER, plus the holiday short story SNOWBOUND SOLDIERS! Available now!
EXCERPT:
Shawn had been correct in his one assumption—the break in the tree line was not natural. The jungle had indeed been artificially cut back. But what he couldn't see in the semi-darkness from his perch in the tree was the eight-foot tall chain link fence that stretched for as far as Shawn and Connor could see. The area they had been dropped in, the booby-trapped expanse they'd been traversing, was no open piece of jungle. This was a private killing ground.
The escape route looked easy. Too easy. Just climb up and over the fence to freedom. Shawn and Connor approached the fence cautiously, both of them too well trained to take anything at face value, and Shawn felt the fine hairs on his arm stand up, sensing the hidden danger—an electric current running through the fence. Connor must have sensed it, too, as he shot Shawn a look.
"Knife," he said.
Shawn withdrew it from his pocket and flicked it open. He and Connor took a few steps back and Shawn tossed the knife at the fence. As soon as it made contact sparks flew from the metal, confirming their suspicions.
Shawn retrieved his knife and they immediately searched for another way over the fence. But their enemy had been clever—he had cut the trees back far enough from the fence so no one could climb out on one of the branches and jump off, clearing the top of the fence.
"Fuck!" Shawn cursed again, raking a hand back through his hair. "This asshole's thought of everything, hasn't he?"
"We don’t have a choice now. We have to make it back to the compound," Connor said.
"We'll stay close to the outside of the tree line so we don’t run across any other booby traps in the jungle," Shawn replied. "Then–"
The rest of his words abruptly cut off at the sound of gunshots ringing out, shattering the quiet. Shawn and Connor dropped into a crouch, Shawn's heart rate accelerating as adrenaline flooded through his body. They were out of time. The hunt had begun.
Without discussion, he and Connor moved as one back into the jungle, away from the direction the shots had come from, but still toward the compound. Plan A was now off the table. They couldn't be caught in the open running along the tree line. They would be picked off like ducks in a shooting gallery. The deadly jungle offered their only concealment.
Shawn knew they were moving too fast, but at this point they had to. Another volley of shots rang out and Shawn chanced picking up the pace. He instantly knew it was the wrong decision as he felt his left foot come down on the hidden pressure plate.
His combat-honed reflexes kicked in as the double row of bamboo spikes sprang up from their ground cover camouflage, heading straight for his chest. He violently twisted his body to the side, trying desperately to get out of the path of the deadly projectiles, just as Connor grabbed his arm and jerked him away.
Their combined effort saved Shawn's life, but they weren't fast enough to move him completely out of harm's way, and two of the spikes tore into and across Shawn's right side. Off balance, they both tumbled and hit the ground hard. Shawn gnashed his teeth together to keep from crying out at the intense pain and giving away their location.
Shawn clamped his hand to his injured side, feeling the warm blood coat his fingers as Connor rolled him onto his back, his partner also grimacing from the hard landing that must have further aggravated his cracked rib.
Connor pushed at Shawn's torn shirt, trying to look at Shawn's wound. "Move your hand, Shawn, let me see…"
"Oh, fuck, that hurts," Shawn ground out as Connor probed cautiously with his fingers. "How bad is it?"
Connor quickly removed his long sleeved outer shirt and tore it into strips. "They gouged pretty deep. But it doesn't look like they penetrated far enough to do internal damage."
Shawn bit down on his lip as Connor swiftly and efficiently bandaged his wounds with the strips from his shirt. "Well, I did say I'd take the next injury. You're welcome," he cracked, trying to grin through the pain.
Connor grinned back, tying off the last of the bandages. "That was big of you, mate, but what say we call it even now?"
"I'd say that sounds like a great idea," Shawn groaned, then held his bloody hand out to Connor. "Now help me up."
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BIO:
Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She’s a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find “the one,” persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.
Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she’d much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er… cats.
If she’s not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.
CONTACT INFO:
Email: jamielynnmiller@live.com
Blog: http://www.jamielynnm.wordpress.com
Twitter: @JamieLynnAuthor
Tour Schedule
6/5
Sensuous Promos
6/7
Nic’s Book Nook
6/9
Nicki Day
6/10
Taylor Brooks
6/12
Get Cozy
6/14
The Book Pub
6/16
Darkest Cravings
6/17
Nicole Morgan
6/19
All My Book Finds
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Comment to win with @ParisBrandon's HIS TO PROTECT (Black Hills Wolves Book 63) Book Tour
A resentful pack, a suspicious alpha and a looming threat…
After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos, but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast; but what wolf in his right mind would want to be tied to her family tree?
Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen home.
Old wounds and secrets are exposed and, to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha, has reason to suspect she might have revealed the pack’s most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist who had been keeping her prisoner.
None of that matters to Gunnar.
He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land, and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first.
A member of Romance Writers of America and published since 2009, Paris writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing a little mystery and suspense in for good measure. She considers herself a hybrid author. Currently published with Decadent Publishing and self-publishing her own titles, she likes nothing better than a story that contains a little mystery and a lot of romance.
When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found haunting antique and thrift stores for unique finds, or searching for heirloom seeds for yet another new flower garden.
Excerpt PG 13:
Gunnar Redmond’s blood still raced from his morning run, and the female’s musky scent hit him doubly hard. The haggard white wolf had been running in a straight line since she’d hit the perimeter a few minutes ago. Nothing ran that hard unless something chased it, and he didn’t see or smell anything following her. Too soon to call a warning for something he could probably handle himself, the pack protector kept well behind his quarry. The third time she stumbled, his wolf reached for her, nearly stopping him in his tracks.
The urge to catch her before she fell surprised him. He breathed in her scent once more, finding her human nature had become much stronger and stank of a fear so fierce it permeated the crisp autumn air. She’d transformed. The scent grew stronger. His quarry had stopped, perhaps to get her bearings.
Every wolf in Los Lobos knew the location of the pack land boundaries.
She was obviously lost and confused.
Downwind and hidden by a small stand of trees, Gunnar crouched on the crest of a small hill. Naked and filthy, twigs and leaves riddled her tangled mess of dark hair that reached past her shoulders. Mud streaked her bare arms and legs. Her thin flanks trembled as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked around. She might not be very tall, but her obvious curves left no doubt she was all woman.
His wolf whined.
If he waited any longer, his wolf was going to behave inappropriately. Knocking her down so he could clean her and show his obvious interest probably wouldn’t win him any points. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked down the short incline.
The wind shifted, and she lifted her nose, turned, and froze. Her dark eyes widened, and he scented the fear she tried to hide. His size intimidated most, but her gaze had locked on his fingers, still working his shirt buttons free, and it occurred to him what the situation must look like.
Nice going, dumbass.
He let his arms drop and sighed. “Did you know you were trespassing?”
Her shoulders slumped. She stared at him a moment, and her mouth worked in a silent effort that seemed to frustrate her. Finally, her words tumbled like so much static from a radio. “Am I in Los Lobos?”
Gunnar nodded, and a shaky smile quirked one corner of her mouth.
“My name is Luna Sinclair, and I beg sanctuary.”
Author’s Social Media links
Website: http://parisbrandon.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/ParisBrandon
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/parisbrandonaut/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00N3M7EEM
Tour Schedule
1/20
Sensuous Promos
1/21
The Book Pub
1/23
Darkest Cravings
1/24
Nicole Morgan
1/25
All My Book Finds
1/26
Taylor Brooks
1/27
Nic’s Book Nook
1/28
Nicki Day
1/30
Colleen S. Myers
1/31
Get Cozy
1/31
Nikki Noffsinger
2/1
Bound by Passion
2/1
Kelsie Belle
2/2
Krista Ames
CONTEST INFORMATION:
One reader that comments will win their choice of one of Paris' backlist titles.
Choose from her 2 erotic romance titles (one paranormal, one contemporary)
and a non-erotic, WW2 paranormal romance that's included in the Entice Me boxed set
At the end of the tour one lucky winner will receive a copy of
HIS TO PROTECT
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