June 22, 2017

Now Live: FALLEN FLAME by JM Miller [Review/Giveaway}


Title: Fallen Flame
Series: Fallen Flame #1
Author: J.M. Miller
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: June 19, 2017
Cover Photo and Design: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
Cover Model: Jenessa Andrea

Nineteen years ago, on the island kingdom of Garlin, a girl was born. With charred skin as rough as rock, Vala was instantly feared. For how could one be scorched by magic when it had perished ages before?

Recognizing an asset, the royal family welcomed her on their Guard. Her detail: the prince.

To watch. To protect. She has grown with him, lives her life for him. 

When the high kingdom’s princess comes to assess the prince, assassins of rival courtiers come to claim his life. One nearly succeeds in his mission. But with shadowy movements and charred skin like her own, Vala knows he is not like the rest.

As threats to the prince continue and questions about Vala’s life begin to rise, she faces a fear worse than fire or water, worse even than losing him. 

She fears finding out who she truly is.






Reviewer - “I loved this unique magical story from beginning to end. The easy pace really made it hard for me to stop, I could have easily finished this book in a day. But the way it was written with the steady flow of information really kept me at the easy pace.”

Blog Review - “Fantastical, Mystical, Magical!!
Book One in the Fallen Flame series, and it is a great start. J. M. Miller has a wonderful imagination to create the wonderful world of Garlin.”

"That's not possible. All the stories say that no one can travel there."
"And yet, here I am," he replied in almost a bored tone. "Someone who you can't explain because you can't even explain yourself."
It was a truth I couldn't debate.
**

I absolutely adored this amazing, magical world that Miller created. While it did start out a bit slow for me, I soon became entranced as the pace quickened and this incredible story progressed. So many questions get asked and only a few get answered. But it kept me intrigued the whole last half. I didn't even care that we didn't get all the answers we seek. It has me eager to find them out in the next book.

Vala was such a fabulous character. One I have not ever seen written before, making her as unique as the storyline itself. I wondered about where she came from, what she was, and what the future held for her. When she meets Xavyn, he awakens all these questions as well. Always accepting what she was told, Vala now wants to know where she came from and who she is.

What I didn't care for, or I should say who I didn't care for, was Prince Caulden. From the start I didn't feel any connection to him or even cared if he was to live or die and it stayed that way throughout the book. I wasn't surprised toward the end of the story when he acted and reacted the way he did. I sort of wanted to yell "told you so." Well, I may have mumbled it to myself, I just didn't yell it.

I look forward to more of this story and where it is headed. There is so much we have to figure out and have answered. 4 Intriguing, Magical and Mysterious Stars!








While the tingles in my red-orange skin slowly ascended into pain, the air biting as everything started to reform, a hard clanking noise outside the back door drew my attention. I slid into my thin underclothes, grabbed hold of my sword, then rushed toward the door. Knowing that sound was out of the ordinary, I was prepared to scour the garth and small area of trees behind the house, even search the neighbors’ land to find the cause. I hadn’t expected to open the door and find Xavyn standing a mere foot away, hood drawn and arms crossed as if I’d kept him waiting too long at the narrow back doorstep.I pointed my sword toward his chest and glanced around him, scanning the darkness. “What are you doing here?”“Following up.” The words were slow. As his hand reached up and removed the hood, his human eyes traversed my face, swallowing the details of my reforming skin in an intense, almost penetrating way.I realized then that I had no cloak, no mask. And for some reason, I wondered if I should take the time of throwing them on … before ending his life. He’d seen me in this state on Prince’s Night, but that was an instant, a moment amid darkness and chaos. Not this closely. I growled at him, digging the tip of my blade into the black leather at his chest, my regrowth pain dissolving as my anger took control.“Are you going to let me in or would you rather call attention to your treason?” he asked, his voice still holding a softness that grated me.“Quit staring at me that way and you can come in.”







J.M. Miller currently consumes her coffee in Florida.

When she isn't busy being distracted by social media sites, she writes Young Adult and New Adult romance novels that vary in genre from contemporary to paranormal.

Aside from spending time with her family, she loves to travel and will jump at the chance to go anywhere, whenever life allows.






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#NowLive: SCORED by Marquita Valentine #Excerpt


Title: Scored
Author: Marquita Valentine
Publication Date: June 20th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Scored, a sexy all-new STANDALONE from Marquita Valentine is available now!!!

Dallas Drake has a big salary and an even bigger…ego…and he’s not afraid to use either of them to his advantage. As infamous as he is attractive, Dallas has all the equipment necessary to bring home the win.

The first time I met him, I was in handcuffs.
The second, he saved me when I fell off a ladder.

Now? Now we’re working together to plan a charity event.

I may not be interested in what Dallas has to offer, but as the game goes on, I’m becoming more open to his passes.
Is he looking for the win, or just determined to score?



The one good piece of advice my mom gave me concerning men is that their egos are huge yet fragile and it takes the delicate, yet strong touch of a woman to handle them.
Leave it to a man I know only by reputation to drive that point home.
Dallas sits in my office, an ice pack on his lip and the back of his head. To be nice, and since it was my fault he’s in pain in the first place, I’m holding the one on his head, so he can have at least one hand free.
“Sorry,” I say for what has to be the tenth time in the past twenty minutes. “I didn’t get to explain myself before, but I wasn’t laughing at you…well, it was at you, but not your pain. Pain is not funny. When I fell out of a tree and broke my wrist at the growth plate, I laughed the whole way there because that’s the only way I could deal with the pain. Finley didn’t order to me stop either.”
Dallas glances at me, his normally warm eyes icy. “Not sure how that helps.”
“Hopefully, it lets you know that I’m not laughing all willy-nilly.”
Willy-nilly,” he mutters. “Who says willy-nilly?”
“I do, and to be honest, you’re not that soft. It actually hurt to fall on you.”
He arches a brow. “You weren’t exactly a pile of feathers.”
“Yeah… that’s not helping either.” I take the ice pack away and gently inspect the back of his head. “There’s a tiny,” he hisses, “bump here, but um, I’m sure if you go to the doctor that you’ll get fixed up in time for your next game.”
“You do realize that if I have a concussion, I can’t play this week.”
Slowly, I shake my head. “I didn’t know that.” Now I feel even worse for freaking out when I fell off the ladder. The dang thing is only three feet off the ground. I wasn’t falling to my death or into a pit of snakes.
I shiver.
Pushing away the thoughts of snakes and pits, I focus on Dallas. Although, I plan on making it up to him, I do need to say something about his sneaky ways.
“This could have been avoided altogether if you hadn’t sneaked up on me.”
His jaw works. “I spoke to let you know I was there, so I wasn’t sneaking up on you.”
This time, I’m the one arching a brow. “Next time, do you mind waiting until you’re standing on the ladder with me, or I don’t know… wait until I’m done with said ladder before scaring me to death?”
Dallas tosses the ice pack on my desk. “I guess you have a point.”
He’s agreeing with me? From my Google snooping, or Snoogling as I like to call it, everything about Dallas screams he is a cocky, confident man who has been known to argue with a referee a time or two. Then again, according to the article I read, Dallas argued with the ref over not throwing a flag for unnecessary roughness due to player being tackled after the whistle was blown. That kind of behavior, the other player’s, I mean, is considered very poor sportsmanship and worth some sort of penalization.
So maybe he was right to argue… and maybe I’m wrong to assume the worst about him. Even Finley says he’s not that bad, which for her is practically an endorsement.
But not for us to date—I’m not that stupid.
Or am I…?
“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” I ask. Yes, that is a hopeful tone in my voice. I do want to go out with him, try something new, and see what happens. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to ask me out again. That ship has sailed based on his grumpiness.
“Have drinks with me tonight at 451,” he says.
The ice pack I’m holding plops onto his head, and he grunts. “Sorry. Dang it.” I grab the pack and toss it onto my desk, where it slides precariously close to the edge. “Yes, I’d love to have drinks with you. My treat, of course, since I’m the cause of your injury and… you can send me any outstanding bills.”
“Why would I do that? You didn’t make me try to save you, and I sure as hell could have finessed my approach better.”
“Drinks only, then?”
“Appetizers, too. My treat.” His infamous grin curves his lips. “Don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you due to an empty stomach.”
So smooth. I eye him. “You might want to get your head looked at first because I’m pretty sure that alcohol and concussions don’t play nice together.”
He salutes me. “Will do.”
I fist my hands on my hips. “Did you come by here to see me, or to see the event space?”
He bites the unbruised side of his lip. “Would it bother you if I said both?”
My stomach flips at his answer. “No. I like honesty.”
“Then you’re going to love this,” he says with a serious look in his eyes that is in direct opposition of his tone, “because I need you to help me win a bet so a fellow teammate can get some mentoring.”
Intrigued, I reach across my desk and drag my office chair around. The floor is smooth and the feet have wheels, so it’s relative easy to do. Plus, I’m pretty sure Dallas is checking out my butt right now and I kind of like it.
Plopping down, I cross my legs and lean forward. “Tell me more.”
“You might not like it,” he warns.
“Do we have to kill anyone?”
His brows shoot up to his hairline. “No, but it’s kind of scary and insulting that you’d go there first.”
“Had to be asked.” I shrug.



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Marquita Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Holland Springs and Boys of the South series.

Since first taking the plunge in July of 2012 to self publish, Marquita Valentine has appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling Ebooks Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes&Noble. She's been called "one of the best new voices in romance" (Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews) and her books have been accused of being "a sexy, fun, and slightly addicting contemporary read" (The Book Queen).

When she's not writing sexy heroes who adore their sassy heroines, she enjoys shopping, reading, and spending time with her family and friends. Married to her high school sweetheart, Marquita lives in a seriously small town in the south with her husband, two kids, and a dog.







#NowLive: TIED UP IN HEARTSTRINGS by Felicia Lynn #Excerpt

 

I thought my life would forever be defined by tragedy.
The happily ever after I thought I had, ended prematurely and painfully.

My daughter and I were stuck in a fog of self-preservation, afraid to believe that there wasn’t more pain waiting for us in the ‘real world’.

Just the thought of allowing myself to embrace happiness and take a risk in order to feel that all-consuming love again is terrifying.

And I’m not sure I would be able to survive if it all went away again.

But… what choice do I have when I’m tied up in these heartstrings?

I could cut the ties and run.

Or I could take a chance on someone that my heart once yearned for and hope that he knows how to untangle the fear that holds my heart hostage.
The first book in the HEARTSTRINGS Series by Felicia Lynn has re-launched! Read TIED UP IN HEARTSTRINGS now!

MENDING HEARTSTRINGS (Heartstrings, #2) 
Re-releasing June 27

PHANTOM HEARTSTRINGS (Heartstrings, #3) 
Re-releasing July 4

Alexis   (18 months ago)  

Jed designed this home especially for us—every detail. Until recently, Ive loved everything about living here for the past five years. Now Im drowning in the memories and details hiding in each crevice and having the memories crash into me at every corner is too much. Im just waiting for the massive undertow of these constant reminders to drag me under. This house might have once been my dream home, but its not anymore. Now Im suffocating in it.

Who builds their picture-perfect dream house as their very first home? Its not normal, but being the perfectionist Jed was, he couldnt have it any other way. He strived to give us everything one could ever want or wish for, but it was at the expense of sacrificing time with Sierra and me to provide it. He wasnt wired to reject us in any way, except with the most important thing either of us wanted—his presence. If only he couldve been satisfied with a simpler life. We wouldve been happier with less if it meant having him around more.

Hed proudly tell us he was working hard so he could lay the moon and stars at our feet, and we always had the best of everything, even if I didnt need that. For Jed, it didnt matter. He thought we deserved the best and never settled for less. I didnt understand, but in his eyes, the image of the materialistic wealth he worked so hard for somehow signified his love, commitment, and loyalty to his family. Plus, the approval from outsiders mattered to him, and accolades drove him even harder.

His career was an obsession, measuring his success with every step up the corporate ladder, but it was never enough. Maybe if he werent hyper focused on that ambition, hed be here now? We could still be an ‘us’—whole and complete.

I round the corner to the kitchen to find my brother and his wife sitting at the farm table talking softly to one another while the others mingle in the adjoining family room. Jasons posture changes as soon he notices me step into the room, and Kate whispers something to him as they both attempt to hide their exhaustion and worried expressions. Why fake it anymore, but whatever makes them feel better. My sister-in-law jumps up, extending her arm out to embrace me, and my brother is quickly beside her as I approach her open arms.

“Whats up, babe? Are you hungry?” Kate asks a little too hopeful as I step into her hold. I shake my head before resting it momentarily on her shoulder then pull away slowly.

“You should probably eat something. Do you want to take a nap or rest for a bit? You havent slept in days, and the house will be cleared out soon.” Jason prattles franticly, barely taking a breath between each question that is really more of a suggestion.

Im not sure what hes thinking, though; none of it makes sense realistically. Who could possibly casually eat and sleep while their entire world is crumbling around them? Im being buried alive with the guilt amongst the rubble of that plane crash, and Im somehow supposed to take care of my health while I dig for my life. The idea is insane!

The emotional roller coaster from the fluctuations of sadness, anger, and fear are overwhelming, and its taking a toll, making me an extra-bitchy crazy person. As long as Im getting plenty of rest and eating a proper diet, I suppose anything goes. Nonsense.

Frustrated, I take a deep breath, and although trembling, I find my voice. “Jason, I need to leave and get out of this town for a little while. Can you help me figure out a plan?” I plead.

Despite being a seriously overprotective older brother growing up, he has always been my white knight—saving the day whether I want him to not. Im habitually resistant to his overbearing tendencies and try to avoid directly asking for his help, but today, Im grateful for his presence in dealing with this nightmare. Ill gladly accept his control freak tendencies in exchange, especially since Id rather escape it.

For the past eleven days, Ive risen from the bed every morning, hoping after another sleepless night that this is just a nightmare that will fade with the light of day, but it hasnt. Each passing day, the nightmare becomes more and more real, leaving me a weak and incredibly vulnerable version of myself. Ive fought tooth and nail for a long time to prove to my brother I could be self-sufficient and make my own decisions. He finally accepted that I was filled with pride, but this changes everything. I need him more now than ever before.

Getting back to anything normal with this giant hole inside my chest feels impossible. Im empty, and I have no idea how to fix it.
Felicia Lynn, author of The Learning Curve series and Heartstrings series, is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends or interacting with her readers and fellow book lovers on social media! She loves traveling, reading, live music, baseball, good food and great company.

Felicia writes contemporary romance and co-wrote The List, a mystery/suspense book she collaborated on with professional poker player, Chris Bell.