Monday, 29 September 2014

I'm Putting up a FACADE!!

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Title: Facade

Authors: Ker Dukey & D.H. Sidebottom

Genre: Dark Erotic Thriller

Cover Design: Ker Dukey


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WARNING! This book is Dark erotica. This book contains situations that some may find offensive. If you are sensitive to graphic violence read with caution. This book also leads into a second book. You will get answers but the story will continue into a final instalment. You have been warned. Enjoy.

You meet someone. You date. You fall in love. You marry. The four simple rules of love…. Wrong! I’m getting married but I’d never met him before now, never dated him, never fell in love. I have no access to the memories of the most magical time of anyone’s life. My mind won’t allow me to evoke the past, I can’t remember those simple stages to lead me to the fourth .

I can’t comprehend why I would have ever wanted to marry someone like Dante. I should never have passed the first stage, although, I may have seen him through the eyes of the woman I once was, this me that lives, breathes here now, can’t understand how we made it to the next stage. I’m not sure, without memories, how I know that this voice inside me, telling me I would never have chosen him, speaks some truth, I just know. He’s controlling, arrogant, callous and violent, and utterly hell bent on humiliating and degrading me – Like watching me falter, watching me struggle to comply and be the woman he asked to marry, powers him- as though he wants to break me piece by piece. Fiber by fiber. Until all that’s here is the shell he created from a soul that I once owned.

Now my memories are slowly returning. And they show me a completely different side to meeting him. Our dates, falling in love. The Dante haunting me in the shadows of my mind is loving, gentle and utterly enamored with me, nothing like the man with me now. And this is what taunts me. My tender lover turned into a debauched, cruel sadist who is determined to consume my life, destroy my mind and murder my spirit.

I am, Star, and just like with some stars in the sky, the light you see is an echo, a fa├žade, I am already gone I am a no one. Especially to him. To him I am the dark in his desires, the corrupt in his depravity. The sin in his immorality

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Meet & Connect Ker DukeyKer Dukey 

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active... I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

You can find me on Facebook where i love interacting with my readers.

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TeasersFacade TeaserMeet & Connect D.H. SidebottomDawn Stancil Author of The Heart of Stone, Room 103 and Shadows of Sin series, and the new Blue Butterfly series.

D H Sidebottom is a fulltime mum/author. She lives in Derbyshire, England with her children and two dogs. She is an avid reader and her tastes range from horror to erotic, but she loves to help new authors get into the ‘scene’. She loves rock music and tattooed guys, and has a weakness for coffee, wine and Belgium buns

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Release date: September 15, 2014

Forgiving JacksonComing home to Beauford Bend opens up old wounds for four sexy, successful brothers, but the love of a few good Southern women will heal their hearts and change their lives forever.
Country music heartthrob Jackson Beauford isn’t used to hearing “no” for an answer. When a tragic fire at one of his concerts stirs memories of the blaze that claimed his family years ago, all he wants is to go back to his childhood home in Tennessee and wallow in his grief. But he arrives home to chaos … and a Southern magnolia with her heels dug in.
After suffering a vicious attack in New York City, Emory Lowell returned to Beauford Bend, a place she’s loved since she was a teenager. Now in charge of Around the Bend Elegant Events, she’s not about to let a spoiled superstar take away her livelihood. The boutique artisan town of Beauford depends on this business, and so does she. With its high walls and around-the- clock security, Beauford Bend is the only place she’s ever truly felt safe.
BUY NOWJackson insists she close down his late aunt’s business and leave him in peace, but quiet Emory refuses to budge, knowing this is a battle worth fighting. As a passionate attraction flares between these two wounded souls, they discover there’s much more at stake here than business. Jackson may be just the person to help Emory face her past, and if she can help him learn to forgive himself, their love might be the key to turning Beauford Bend back into a real home.

by Alicia Hunter Pace

Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:

Alicia Hunter Pace is a writing team who live in North Alabama where they share a love of football and old houses while having a lot of fun writing romances together.
Find Alicia Hunter Pace at, on Facebook, and on Twitter @AliciaHPace.

An excerpt from Forgiving Jackson:

“Emory walked through the crowd. They were still going strong but everything seemed to be fine. They’d either gotten used to the heat or decided to ignore it. She ducked behind the gazebo where the catering tent was set up.
“How’s it going, Gwen?” she asked. Gwen was in charge of food for events, whether she prepared it herself or worked with the Eat Cake Pastry Shop and Beauford Catering from town. Tonight, Beauford Catering had provided the dinner but Gwen and her staff were handling the hors d’oeuvres the clients had insisted on having during the dancing. Gwen looked up from where she was arranging tomato tarts on a silver tray. “Going good! We’re out of bacon and grits fritters but everything else is holding out fine, even for this crowd. They can eat. We’ve never served this much food at one event before.”
“They’re high maintenance all right but we only have a couple more hours. I’m going to check on the bar. Want me to hand that tray off to one of the servers?”
“That’d be great. I need to slice this pork tenderloin.” As she held the tray out, Gwen’s eyes went to a place over Emory’s shoulder and her smile widened. “Well, look who’s come calling!” And Emory’s stomach bottomed out. She knew immediately, before he stepped closer, before she turned and looked, before Gwen said, “Hello there, guitar man. Are you hungry?”
He stepped into Emory’s field of vision and her breath caught like it did every time she saw him in person. On television and in YouTube videos, he always looked smaller and paler, less alive. Sometimes she even tried to convince herself he had shrunk and his eyes weren’t that amazing shade of sage washed around the edges with bright, silvery gray.
But no. Now the truth stood before her—nearly six and a half feet of rock-hard pure male. A man who was so lean and powerful at the same time was truly the eighth wonder of the world. Maybe the ninth, too. Though bandaged from the injury he’d gotten during the fire, the arm that snaked around to hug Gwen was muscular and strong. It was an arm that could make the guitar slung low on his hip laugh and cry all night long without ever getting tired. He’d cut his hair. Maybe it had gotten singed in the fire and he’d had to. Regardless, it suited him, made him look younger, more like he had that first summer she saw him—though his body had come into its own since then. The edge of the tattoo that barely peeped out of the left sleeve of his black t-shirt and the thin, braided leather bracelet on his left wrist were the only things that hinted that he didn’t make his living investing bonds in the most conservative bank in America.
An old feeling came over Emory. It had been so long she barely recognized it as desire. It didn’t surge and take hold like it had in more innocent, more ignorant days. Rather, it drifted in and settled in place like a cloud that wasn’t sure it was welcome. Small wonder; that feeling hadn’t been welcome in a long time. Could be it had settled in now only because the object of her desire was more likely to kill her than kiss her. A little excitement was fun when it was wrapped in safety.
He smiled as he and Gwen bantered in the way old friends did—though Emory couldn’t have reported what they said. She just stood there holding a tray of tomato tarts, wanting what she was never going to have.
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Book two in the Distraction Series
By Angela McPherson

Genres: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Published: December 2014
Untold Press

Don't miss book 1, Distraction!

Despite denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover what they’ve been missing, needing, wanting for so long.

When Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even better, she's now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances change, threatening their newfound happiness.

Love is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle pushes Tristan away. He won't let go. She can't hold on. Is their love strong enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.

Author Bio:

Angela McPherson
Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

Twitter: @abt3mcpherson