Sunday, 28 June 2015

IT'S GREAT TO BE GIFTED!

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About the Book

My e-book coverTitle: Gifted: The Hayven Series
Author: J.A. George
Genre: YA Romance / Fantasy / Dystopian
“Why do birds fly? Why do lions hunt deer? Why does the sun shine and the moon glow? Because it must. I wish I could tell you why, I truly do. It mustn’t be easy, such pressure weighted on such young shoulders, but we do not always choose the lives we must lead.”
Avery Gray had no choice but to be different. She was not born that way; she was chosen.
After having met a special, silver-haired woman, and the handsome and enigmatic Theodore-James Connors, Ava finds herself in Hayven, a city separated from the rest of the world, where only gifters – ordinary people with extra-ordinary gifts – can go. With Theo, his friends, Hayven, her gift, and the ability to ‘travel’ in different colours, Ava must now accept that she can no longer classify herself as normal. As friendships develop, and Theo and Ava become closer than she anticipated, it turns out her new gifted life comes with a catch. With no choice or say on the matter, Ava must save a city she is starting to fall in love with; a city that has almost begun to feel like home.

Author Bio

J.A. George is the author of the four-part series, GIFTED: THE HAYVEN SERIES. Jessica spent years of her life reading book after book before sitting on her bed one morning, opening her laptop and typing Chapter One into her word document. Now, not only does she read book after book, she now writes book after book too. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to break her record of finishing a tub of Oreo ice cream in less than forty-five minutes.
You can contact her at Jess.george@hotmail.co.uk

Links

Amazon: Amazon
Goodreads: Goodreads

Excerpt


I placed my book on the cashier table noisily enough to indicate that I was there but not so loud so it seemed as if I was interrupting him, and the boy turned round.
“Sorry about that,” he apologised and once he caught sight of me his prepared smile fell slightly and he began to stare questioningly at me; subtly looking me up and down with a bemused expression. But I wasn’t focused on that; he may have in fact said something else after his apology but the words were lost on me as I continued to stare at him. He was…beautiful. My gaze went from his chestnut brown, windswept hair down to his light brown eyes that were almost hazel; to his plump lips followed by his defining jawline. He appeared to glow brighter than before.
“Are you alright ma’am?” he asked me. His voice reminded me of the slow stretching descend of honey from a highly placed silver spoon.
I blushed at the nature of my own thoughts.
“Yes,” was all I could manage.
He took the book from my sweaty hand and proceeded to scan it, looking up at me every now and again as if he had seen me somewhere before but was struggling to remember where and when. I noticed that he completed the transaction with only one hand as the other lay leisurely on the counter top. A midnight blue leather bracelet encircled his wrist, and with no other adornments, I couldn’t help but admire it. I wasn’t particularly into jewellery but I loved leather bracelets, and this one was faultless. Just a simple leather bracelet with a criss-cross pattern detailing it and a silver clasp in the middle.
“You’re into psychics?” he questioned with a smile.
“What?” I looked up from typing my pin into the card machine to stare at the book he was now putting into a cream coloured bag. “Oh! Well…not exactly. It’s just…become a recent…interest is all.”
He smiled again at me, showing perfect white teeth, with an amused look on his face, and I turned to stare down at my shoes in embarrassment. Since when had it become too difficult to verbalize one flowing sentence? Once the machine had accepted my card, I yanked it out and stuffed it into my coat pocket, aware of the fact that I was still staring at my feet and was now blushing wildly. I couldn’t remember the last time I had blushed for a boy.
As he handed me the bag, my hand accidently brushed against his. The name Theo flashed in the forefront of my mind.
“There you go,” he said kindly.
“Thank you, Theo,” I replied absent-mindedly, unashamedly tasting the name on my lips; I liked the way my tongue couldn’t help but touch my two front teeth as I said it and how –
“How did you know my name?” Theo asked startled.
“I’m sorry?”
“You called me Theo,” he said. “How did you know that was my name?”


EMBRACE THE EMERALD VIRGIN!


EMERALD VIRGIN

Blushing Books Publishing
Erotic Romance, Dystopia
CONTENT WARNING: Spanking and Erotica

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Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions. 

After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes. 

A dystopian erotic adventure.


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"Your guards murdered my mother, dragged and drugged me from my home. Anything else you wish to know?" Aria asked, short-tempered.

James stepped close enough to feel his breath against her cheek. "I can see your reluctance to be here, but I assure you no harm will come to you, Aria."

It was hard to believe him given the circumstances. Aria crossed her arms defensively. She didn't say a word. There was nothing to say that would please him and make her happy. She wouldn't lie or pretend to care about him when anger ebbed away at her and boiled in her blood. Not when he made Aria think of her mother and asked her about what happened, as if he pretended to care. Unlike the other women here looking for something, she just wanted her freedom returned. Pretending eluded her.

 
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What inspired you to write your first book?

My first Ravyn Rayne book was inspired by Without A Trace, X-Files, and Fringe. I used to watch a lot of FBI crime dramas and I would write tons of fan fiction. I wanted a book that delve into their relationships a bit more than just on the surface. I love the sexual tension those shows brought but I wanted it to get resolved with steamy sex scenes!


When did you first consider yourself a writer?


Probably when I was in high school. I spent a lot of time reading books and writing poetry. I didn't really get into writing fiction until I was in college. I'd been reading a ton of fan fiction (and novels) and wanted a crack at it. Once I started, I couldn't stop writing.


What books have influenced your life most?


The Fault In Our Stars, The Handmaid's Tale, The Hunger Games, Number the Stars


If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?


It would definitely be Alta Hensley.


Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?


I'm not sure how "new" they are, but they are certainly new to me! I've been reading and loving the romance novels by: Elsa Black, Bryony Kildare, Alta Hensley, and Victoria Winters. Next on my list to tackle are Maggie Ryan and Renee Rose.


Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?


Sometimes finding the right placement for a romantic sex scene can be challenging. Especially if there's a kidnapping involved or the woman is married. You have to make it believable while still retaining your reader and rewarding them for staying with the story.


Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?


Yes! I always do research, no matter the book. With The Emerald Virgin, I learned a lot about futuristic technology. However, most of that research ended up being useful for later on in the series.


Do you have any advice for other writers?


Write as often and as much as you can. Don't be afraid to let others read it.


Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?


I know you have so many choices of books to read, so thank you for choosing one of my novels! I love hearing from each and every one of my readers. Don't be a stranger.


Follow are bloggers/readers who have asked questions of their own.

6 Feet Under Books

5 Favorite Shows (currently on TV)

  1. Outlander
  2. The 100
  3. Reign
  4. Orphan Black
  5. Big Bang Theory

Literary Misfit

This/That
  1. Morning Person or Night Owl
  2. Chocolate or Vanilla
  3. Good Guy or Bad Boy
  4. Coke or Pepsi
  5. Wine or Beer
  6. Lights on or Lights off
  7. Chocolate syrup or whipped cream
  8. Comedy or Horror
  9. Boxers or Briefs
  10. Biker or Fighter (MMA)


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Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.


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DIVE INTO DUKE CITY DESPERADO!

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About the Book

Duke City Desperado_AustinTitle: Duke City Desperado
Author: Max Austin
Genre: Thriller
For fans of Breaking Bad and the bestselling fiction of Don Winslow and George Pelecanos comes Max Austin’s latest fast-paced, rollicking “Lawbreakers Thriller” of criminals and lovers, malcontents and madmen–all within the treacherous city limits of Albuquerque, New Mexico
Under a sky full of stars, Dylan James lies sleeping on the roof of a pueblo-style house. Everyone in Albuquerque seems to be looking for him. A murderous Mafia prince wants to kill him. Two FBI agents want to cuff him. A Goth girl wants to make love to him. And a fierce, sexy Chicana just wants to clean up the mess Dylan made. The trouble started with a drug-addled career criminal named Doc, and a bank robbery staged with a garage-door opener. And it all goes off the rails after a little misunderstanding with Dylan’s ex-girlfriend and her jealous, gun-toting new beau. When the sun comes up, this sleepy, scrawny desperado is going to show the world what he is made of–all for a one-in-a-million shot at walking out of Duke City alive.

Author Bio

Max Austin is the pseudonym of writer Steve Brewer. He lives in Duke City (Albuquerque), New Mexico.

Links

Penguin Random House: Penguin Random House
Amazon: Amazon
Barnes and Noble: B&N
iBooks: iBooks
Google play: Google Play
Books a Million: Books a Million
Goodreads: Goodreads
Kobo: Kobo

EXCERPT
It took FBI Agent Hector Aragon less than a minute to turn up a mug shot of Dylan James on his iPad. He and Pam Willis stood shoulder to shoulder in the hall outside the interrogation room, looking at the squinting face on the screen.
Dylan James had the glassy eyes and indoor pallor of a pothead. The kid looked soft, like so many young people today, gradually turning into the sofas they occupy. To Hector, who did push-ups and sit-ups before he allowed himself his morning coffee, such sloth seemed a disgrace.
“Six feet tall, one-seventy,” Pam said, reading the description below the photo. “That fits the physical description and the videos. Bet we find his prints in the van.”
“Check his priors,” he said. “Two B-and-E’s. One public drunk. Hardly a career criminal.”
“He’s twenty-four. He’s just getting started.”
“So he hitches his wagon to a weasel like Doc Burnett?”
“Nobody said he was a genius,” she said.
“Sure doesn’t look like one.”
“He was smart enough to flee the scene at that bank.”
“Yeah, but he’s not smart enough to stay fled.”
That made her smile. Hector spent much of his workday trying to make Pam smile. It wasn’t an easy task. She took her work seriously and kept up a cool professional demeanor. She had ambitions, more than Hector, who was happy to be the hometown boy who made good, working at the FBI’s Albuquerque office.
“We’ll put his face on TV,” he said. “We’ll have him by dawn.”
“I hope you’re right. We make quick work of this laugher of a case, and it’ll help rebuild our reputations.”
“There you go again. There’s nothing wrong with our reputations.”
“Believe that if you want,” she said, “but we’re still suffering from that shoot-out. Everybody knows we had Wyman right in our sights, in broad daylight, but he still managed to nail both of us.”
Hector sighed. Couldn’t a single day pass without her bringing it up? The day at the casino hotel still plagued his dreams, forcing him to relive the shoot-out with the mustachioed bank robber, Mick Wyman, beside the blue swimming pool. Hector often snapped awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He didn’t need her constant reminders.
“Come on, Pam. It’s been over a year. We’re all healed up. We’re back on the job. Everybody’s forgotten about it.”
“I haven’t. His partner’s still out there somewhere, and he got away with a million dollars.”
“So far,” Hector said. “But he’ll turn up one of these days. He’ll make a mistake.”
“You keep saying that, but it hasn’t happened so far.”
“All in good time,” he said. “For now, let’s keep the focus on Dylan James.”
“You’re right.” She looked at the dopey face on the screen. “We’ll pull out all the stops. APD, county sheriffs, state troopers, the media. Plaster his face everywhere.”
“This kid won’t know what hit him,” Hector said, and he swiped the photo from the screen.