This is Me by C.E. Wilson #SciFi #romance

Ever since watching ET, I find stories which connect alien or android forms with humans fascinating. This is the kind of story C.E. Wilson unfolds in This is Me, a Sci-Fi romance, currently touring with Xpresso Book Tours. Read on for all the book details and don’t forget to enter the giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card.

This is Me.
C.E. Wilson
Publication date: August 11th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

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Rogan is a robot. More specifically, he is an Asist – a personalized humanoid servant that provides protection, assistance, and companionship for a lonely young woman living on her own in the city. Chloe is trying to get her big break, singing at bars and clubs all over the city at night while she pays the bills as a substitute teacher during the day. Ever since she activated him many months ago, Rogan has been her beautiful, dependable, obedient, dead-eyed security blanket.

One morning she is shocked when he disobeys a direct command in an attempt to please her and his dull artificial eyes flash a hint of something new. Is this the result of the adaptive Asist servility programming or is Rogan actually thinking? Can a robot think? Can a robot feel?

As Chloe struggles with these thoughts she is blindsided by the singular Niven Adams, a handsome, confident man with the voice of an angel who is everything she’s ever wanted in a boyfriend. He’s the perfect guy for her, except for one problem. Niven doesn’t approve of Asists and takes an immediate dislike to Rogan. As Niven charms his way deeper and deeper into Chloe’s heart, Rogan tries to convince her that he is more than a mass-produced disposable servant.

With Rogan doing everything in his power to prove that his thoughts and feelings are real and Niven trying to persuade her to abandon her robot and have a normal human relationship, Chloe is trapped between the two things that mean the most to her. Does she embrace her relationship with the blond newcomer, or face that her Asist’s feelings may be more than features of his programming?

What really makes a person a person?

Is it a ticking muscle inside their chest, or is it something more?

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Author Bio:

C.E. Wilson is 32 years old, grew up in Millersville, Pennsylvania, and has been living in Pittsburgh since 2009. For the first few years living in Pittsburgh, she was an English teacher. Her first book, “Oath of Servitude,” was published in 2012. In 2013, she quit teaching to be a full time author and hasn’t looked back since. She loves spending time with her daughter and husband.

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Lady Elinor’s Escape by Linda McLaughlin #RomanticIdea

The #RomanticIdea author exchange posts continue, and this time I’m hosting the lovely Linda McLaughlin with her latest release, Lady Elinor’s Escape, a sweet Regency romance. The deliciously outdoorsy excerpt Linda kindly offers is a perfect tie-in with her suggestion for a deliciously outdoorsy idea to boost this summer’s romance. Read on.

Linda’s #RomanticIdea:

“A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou” – The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

I love that quote, and it makes me think of romantic summer picnics—at the beach, by a lake, in the mountains or a park—whatever location works best where you live or vacation. But what to pack? Wine, bread, meat and cheese are a given, but don’t forget the summer fruit—ripe red strawberries, lush juicy peaches or crisp apples. There’s nothing like a taste of fruit to sweeten a kiss.

Lady Elinor’s Escape

by Linda McLaughlin

Genre: Regency Romance (sweet)
Purchase Links: Amazon ~ Barnes & Noble ~ Apple ~ Kobo – Smashwords

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Blurb

Lady Elinor Ashworth always longed for adventure, but when she runs away from her abusive aunt, she finds more than she bargained for. Elinor fears her aunt who is irrational and dangerous, threatening Elinor and anyone she associates with. When she encounters an inquisitive gentleman, she accepts his help, but fearing for his safety, hides her identity by pretending to be a seamstress. She resists his every attempt to draw her out, all the while fighting her attraction to him.

There are too many women in barrister Stephen Chaplin’s life, but he has never been able to turn his back on a damsel in distress. The younger son of a baronet is a rescuer of troubled females, an unusual vocation fueled guilt over his failure to save the woman he loved from her brutal husband. He cannot help falling in love with his secretive seamstress, but to his dismay, the truth of her background reveals Stephen as the ineligible party.

Excerpt

Elinor looked around her. “Where shall we have our picnic?”

“I have a particular place in mind.”

A few minutes later, he reined in the horses near a small pond with a few ducks paddling on the surface. He put his hands on her waist and swung her down from the curricle. His hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary as he stared into her eyes. His were a dark liquid amber, like honey, and the warmth in his expression set her heart to racing.

Alarmed by her reaction, she stepped away from him. Oh my, this very private picnic might not have been a wise idea at all.

After tethering the horses, he spread a blanket under a nearby oak, and then produced a picnic basket. While Elinor lowered herself onto the blanket, removed her gloves and bonnet, he dug into the basket. The picnic turned out to be a hearty repast of cold chicken, cheese, bread and butter, cider and sweet, fresh strawberries.

Elinor did not realize how hungry she was until she took the first bite of chicken. Before she knew it, she had devoured a bit of everything, aware of Stephen watching her the entire time.

“I did not mean to eat so much,” she said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“As you are so slender, I had not expected you to have such a hearty appetite,” he remarked with a smile. “I approve.”

“Everything was delicious.”

“I’ll pass your compliments on to Mother’s cook. She kindly provided the food.”

“You mean you cajoled her into it,” Elinor teased him.

He flashed her a boyish grin. “Cook always did have a soft spot in her heart for a hungry boy.”

“You must have had a wonderful childhood.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Fairly typical, I should imagine, except for my habit of bringing home stray and injured animals. I was the despair of my mother.”

Elinor laughed softly. “Then you have not changed much, only now you collect stray females. What does your mother think of that?”

Again he shrugged. “If only I were to marry one of them, she would not object at all, or so she says.”

“I see.” So he was under familial pressure to marry. But he could hardly consider a liaison with a seamstress. Was he pursuing her as one last fling before getting married?

“There is one strawberry left.” He held it out to her.

She leaned toward him and bit into the sweet pulp. A trickle of juice ran down her chin. With one finger, he captured the moisture, and then licked it off, all the while holding her gaze. Her eyes widened at the intimacy of the gesture as heat rose to her cheeks. She was in over her head here.

About the Author

 

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Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of books and history, so it’s only natural she prefers writing historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn O’Farrell.

 

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Talon (The Uncompromising Series, Book 1)

Talon (The Uncompromising Series, Book 1)

by Sybil Bartel
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I’ve been expecting Talon‘s book since Impossible Promise, where his “nothin’ doin'” drawl and surfer good looks completely at odds with his precision military-style moves captivated me. I wasn’t disappointed. Sybil Bartel‘s choice to write a full-length novel solely from the male protagonist’s point of view was risky but it paid off. Talon has a multi-layered personality, he can be tough as nails, sugar sensitive, sexy as hell. Here he surprises himself with his crippling need to also be protective and keep a woman by his side. And not just any woman. Nicole is tangled in such a complex web of sins and crimes, the last thing she’d expect was for a hit-and-run lover like Talon to take her under his wing. But he’s not alone. He’s got his team of hardcore ex-military men, who’d put their life on the line for him come hell or high water. Talon would take high water any time of the day, but it’s pure hell for him and Nicole. Yet, he’s the only man who can show her what heaven feels like.

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Non-stop high octane action, tough love but also heart-rending emotion that literally had me in tears at one point. I didn’t want this book to end, and I can’t wait for Neil’s story.

About the Author

Sybil grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She used to dream of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books about wistful summer days and first loves drew her into the world of storytelling. Her true literary love is the New Adult genre but really, any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful, makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she’s not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer who stole her heart.

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Finding Perfect by Kendra C. Highley (Book Blitz)

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I usually do review & excerpts posts here, but I just had to include this super sweet, lavender-purple cover that I adored upon laying eyes on it. Finding Perfect  is a new YA romance by Entangled Crush. Read on for all book details, info on how to win a $25 Amazon gift card, and other goodies by Kendra C. Highley as well as to find out what the author’s favorite teen movies are plus an excerpt. And then, resist buying.

Finding Perfect by Kendra C. Highley

Published by: Entangled Crush
Publication date: September 14th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Purchase Link: Amazon |    B&N

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Official Synopsis

For “Perfect Paige” Westfeld, today is “D” Day. As in, she just got one on her calculus test. With  her dreams of Stanford, her reputation, and her parents’ expectations at stake, Paige needs to  find a way to save face before everything she’s worked for goes up in flames.

Ben Franklin (yes, he’s related) is from the wrong side of town, with the wrong clothes and the  wrong kind of life. He also knows an opportunity when he sees one, and he’ll be happy to tutor  Paige—if she makes him into the kind of guy her best friend, the hottest girl in school, will date.

It’s the perfect arrangement. And Paige is determined not even the inconvenient—and utterly imperfect—attraction simmering between her and Ben will ruin it…

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Kendra C. Highley’s favorite teen movies

Being a newbie to writing a contemporary YA romance, but a long-time fan of teen movies with a romantic bent, I thought I’d share my five favorite teen movies:

5) Pride and Prejudice (The A&E version)

Does this really count? I think so, since Lizzie was only twenty when her epic romance with Mr. Darcy began. Plus, Lydia? Scandalous, silly Lydia? Only fifteen and proof that even two hundred years ago, some teen girls are seriously boy crazy. The angst and the tension and the miscues between Lizzie and Mr. Darcy are superb. It even made my 12 year old daughter sigh.  Oh, and the pond. Collin Firth, I tip my hat, sir. Jennifer Ehle was delightful as Lizzie—lovely, sharp tongued, and independent.

4) Juno

Based on this list, Michael Cera might be emerging as my unlikely favorite leading man. Truth is—he picks great movies. Juno is a unique and quirky love story about a girl who got pregnant by her friend the very first time they had sex. The love story comes into play with them becoming closer while they cope with this big change.  Juno (a remarkable Ellen Page) also makes the decision to give her baby up for adoption and that’s a love story, too. The line, “She never really belonged to us,” makes me cry every single time.

3) Some Kind of Wonderful

Okay, if you’ve only indulged in Say Anything as your 80s teen movie, you missed a few. One of my favorites isn’t one you usually see on lists, though. Some Kind of Wonderful is a crazy-amazing look at the divide between popular/rich and unpopular/working class. John Hughes wrote it, and his touch shines through. If you took Pretty in Pink, gender flipped it, and gave it the ending we really wanted—there you have it. It’s gloriously acted by Eric Stoltz, Mary Stuart Masterson, and Lea Thompson.  Key line:  “You look good wearing my future.” Swoon!

2) Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist

This might be all about the casting, but the adventure of running around NYC, looking for a band leaving clues about where they’ll perform, is also an achingly sweet love story. The scene in the recording studio? Wow. Michael Cera and Kat Dennings are adorable together and the whole movie makes you feel like your greatest moment is right there, waiting.

1) The Breakfast Club

This movie stands up. It’s amazing how well it stands up. I saw it first when I was 13. I remember it so clearly (I was home with strep and thoroughly miserable)— it made me feel like someone got me. Someone understood what school, what teens, were like. And, come on, Bender and Claire (Judd Nelson and Molly Ringwald)? That chemistry oozed off the screen. It was the perfect opposites attract, rich girl/bad boy romance. I watched it recently and swooned all over again. Oh, sure, the kids don’t have iPhones and who does Saturday detention anymore, but the essence of it is still…perfect.

How about you? What are some of your favorites?

Excerpt

Ben rocked from foot to foot, then said, “Want to come in? I mean, it’s not much, but—”

“I’d love to!” she answered in a rush, before he could change his mind. He raised an eyebrow and Paige almost laughed—he and Zoey could play Eyebrow Battle Royale when they went out. A wave of cold washed over her. She had to stop thinking about how this would all end, otherwise she’d make herself sick. “Well, are we going in or not?”

Looking nervous, he let her in a side door near the carport. The first thing she noticed was the house smelled like… “Brownies? You have brownies? For real? Where are they? Can I have some?”

He hung his keys on a hook by the door and turned to her, smiling. “My mom usually cooks stuff before she goes to work. We can go look.”

They went through a tiny utility room—more like a hallway—into a small, clean kitchen. The rest of the room, because it was all one room, had a little dining table and a living area with a sofa and a TV. Paige took all that in with one quick glance, then zeroed in on the baking pan on the range. Speechless, she merely pointed and gave Ben a single, pleading look.

By now he was laughing. “If I’d known you had a brownie fetish, I wouldn’t have worried so much about bringing you home.”

He pulled the foil off the pan and cut her a big square. The first bite was heaven. “Ohhhh my God. Mmmm.”

“Okay, so fetish was the right word. You sound a little like a porn soundtrack.” He cut a brownie for himself. “What, you don’t eat brownies at your house?”

“No.” She had to eat another bite before explaining further. Heavenly bliss on a napkin. “My mother, in addition to being randomly rude—I’m so sorry for the way she acted, by the way, because she was a total bitch. No idea what her problem was. Anyway, she’s a health fiend, and an all-organic champion. No junk food is allowed in the house. When Mom bakes, it’s low-fat, gluten-free, and non-GMO. She wouldn’t even let me buy something good at my own bake sale today. I have to buy candy bars on the way to school and hoard them in my locker if I want a fix.”

“Wow…that sucks,” he said emphatically before popping the rest of his brownie in his mouth.

She nodded, too drunk on chocolate to bother answering.

His expression softened, and he reached out to brush her cheek. Goose bumps covered her arms and she gulped down her brownie. “What is it?”

He leaned forward, looking down into her eyes, before smiling. “Crumb on your cheek.”

She flushed head to toe, not sure if she was embarrassed or something else. Good God, she needed some air. Their faces were inches apart. All she’d have to do was lean forward and tilt her mouth up and they’d kiss. Would that bother him? Scare him off? He swayed closer to her and his hand drifted from her face to her shoulder.

No, to hell with worrying about it. She wanted him to kiss her. She turned her face up to his, and their lips were a breath away from touching. He stared down at her, mouth slightly open, and any second now, any second and he would kiss her. Any second…

About the Author

KendraKendra C. Highley lives in north Texas with her husband and two children. She also serves as staff to four self-important cats. This, according to the cats, is her most crucial job. She believes chocolate is a basic human right, running a 10k is harder than it sounds, and that everyone should learn to drive a stick-shift. She loves monsters, vacations, baking and listening to bad electronica.

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Impossible Choice by Sybil Bartel (Blitz & Giveaway)

I’m thrilled to announce the release of Impossible Choice, the second book in Sybil Bartel’s heart-poundingly good NA series, Unchecked. I absolutely loved Impossible Promise (Unchecked Book 1), which I’ve raved about here. It goes without saying that I’ve already read Book #2 as well, and it’s just as good, if not better. (Review coming up.) Read on for all book details, to find out how to win a $50 Amazon gift card AND a free copy of Impossible Promise plus a titillating excerpt. This tour was brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.

Impossible Choice
by Sybil Bartel

(Unchecked #2)
Published by: Carina Press
Publication date: August 31st 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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Official Synopsis

Book two of Unchecked

After her parents were murdered, Layna Blair spent three years on the run—until Marine Sergeant Blaze Johnson stepped in and saved her. With him, Layna knew safety for the first time…but two weeks after shipping out for another tour in Afghanistan, Blaze comes home early.

When Layna sees the jagged wounds covering his body, every truth she thought she knew is destroyed. Blaze is distant and angry and though her heart is shattered, Layna desperately tries to keep their relationship together in the face of another tragedy. When the tenuous bonds holding them together are ripped apart by a revenge-hungry maniac, Layna must trust her survival instinct and bury her past for good.

But the enemy is two steps ahead, and before she can take action, Layna’s hand is forced by his deadly demands—save herself or save the man who risked his life for her freedom. Blaze saved her once. This time it’s her turn to protect him.

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Trembling, I found a dress towards the back of the closet and yanked it out. Long, white, slinky, it had spaghetti straps and a large red flower silk screened on the bottom right. I couldn’t even remember what I’d bought it for. Didn’t matter. I slipped it over my head and ignored the way it hung too loosely around my hips. I stepped into high heeled sandals and searched through my mother’s jewelry for a pair of pearl and diamond earrings. I pinned my hair up in a loose twist and looked in the mirror.

A panicked young woman I didn’t recognize stared back. Eyes too big for her face, honeyed skin too pale, her mouth wouldn’t smile. An ugly scar marred her thin left upper arm and the bones below her neck showed just enough to not be sexy.

Make-up. I needed make-up. Scrambling for what little supplies I had, I lined my eyes in black, swiped on mascara and dusted color over my cheeks. Some nude lip gloss and it was as good as it was going to get. I’d never accumulated the amount of make-up my mother had. She never left the house without being a hundred percent flawless, her hair, her make-up, her clothes. A pang of grief gripped my chest and I fought back tears.

I would not cry. My mother rarely taught me things, she lived by example, but one of the things she did teach me was to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Keep moving, keep smiling. It was her arsenal. Never let them see you sweat, she used to say.

I went back to closet, found a small purse to match my shoes and when I took my wallet from my other bag, it slipped from my hand and landed face open.

I reached down and fate mocked me.

Layna Blair smiled at me from the clear plastic slot where you kept a driver’s license but Jennifer Dellis had slipped out from her hiding place behind it.

Hands shaking, I pulled out the two driver’s licenses. Layna Blair. Jennifer Dellis.

“You look stunning.”

I jumped and Blaze kissed my neck. “You ready?” His strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

I bit down on my trebling lip and looked over my shoulder at the man who’d saved Layna Blair.

He went perfectly still.

“I don’t know who I am.” I whispered.

About the Author

SybilI grew up in Northern California with my head in a book and my feet in the sand. I dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew me into the world of storytelling. I love the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes me swoon.
I now live in Southern Florida and while I don’t get to read as much as I like, I still bury my toes in the sand. If I’m not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in my backyard, you can find me spending time with my handsomely tattooed husband, my brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

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I grew up a faculty brat. I can swear like a sailor. I love men in uniform. I hate being told what to do. I can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks me out. My favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—I can’t decide. I have a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on me for driving directions, ever. And I have a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell my husband.

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Summer Fire Anthology: 1 Ebook – 21 Hot Romances

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Temperatures this summer are sure to rise with the Summer Fire Anthology. Do you devour romances? What about if they are by hot best-selling authors. Well, here’s you chance to read almost two dozens for less than the price of a Starbucks latte. And if you leave a comment, you might get all 21 ebooks in your inbox for FREE. Read on for all the details and a tantalizing excerpt. This tour was brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.

21 ALL NEW Contemporary Romance stories by New York Times, USA Today, and National Bestselling authors.

Love when it’s hot? So do romance writers. Especially when we’re writing about gritty alphas, angsty bad boys, sizzling attraction, and unrequited passion.

So loosen your buttons, turn the fan to oscillate and join us for this steamy, groundbreaking bundle of summer tales that are hot hot hot.

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Helen Scott Taylor
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Mona Risk
Patrice Wilton
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Terri Marie
Lorhainne Eckhart
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Excerpt from Big Girls Don’t Cry by Mimi Barbour

Chapter 1

Remi Calder saw Eadan Fleming for the first time on the day he moved into her apartment building.

While he helped the movers carry in some of his boxes, she hid behind the foyer’s largest plant, completely in awe. The muscles stored in that man’s six-foot frame were purely mouth-watering, a vision not soon forgotten. In fact, she was in such a state that had she been wearing a pacemaker it would have seized up.

Though she’d just passed her twenty-eighth birthday, the gratifying sight left her gaping like a love-starved groupie.

The fellow wore his well-washed jeans and plaid shirt as if it were a posh outfit from the elite tailors down the street. Yummy! His hair was fashioned in that short style that many business men wore today, a thick auburn mass curling in the heat.

Just then, he bent over to pick up a crate and her mouth dried up, her heart beat in triple time and the black turtleneck sweater which she thought slimmed her down suddenly choked her. With her tongue glued to the top of her mouth, she didn’t see the other fellow who was approaching from behind.

“He’s something else, eh, lass?”

First she jumped. Then she yelped. And just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, her camouflaging foliage tipped over and flopped on the floor with a loud thud, leaving her totally exposed. Oh, lawdie!

The noise alerted the man she’d been spying on and he turned her way to see what had caused the commotion. Embarrassed beyond words, Remi knew he was still watching as she tried to upright the damn tree. Not once, oh no; it took her three tries as the blasted bush seemed to have a mind of its own. Finally the man who’d caused the uproar came to her rescue and put it back in place.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” The knowing gleam in his eyes made her blush. This bloke reminded her of her brother, a down-to-earth tease who loved to catch her in uncomfortable situations. Since she seemed to be cursed with clumsiness, he ragged on her a lot.

“Oh, don’t apologise. I was just, ah…checking if the umm…soil was dry. You know, if the plant needed water. I do that from time to time. Otherwise they die.” Running out of inane blather, Remi shrugged, reddened and hunched her shoulders.

By this time, the hunky eyeful had finished loading the elevator and turned politely. “Were you wanting to use this lift?”

Remi glanced at her annoying friend and raised her chin. Then she stepped out from behind the plant, knocking against it once again. Turning in time, she saw it being caught and pretended it had nothing to do with her.

Sauntering toward the elevator, Remi hoped like hell that the run in her left legging hadn’t travelled around to the front of her leg. She approached and saw him waiting for her from inside the open doors.

“Hi,” she stuttered slightly. “Are –are you moving in today?” The first two fingers of the hand behind her back slowly crossed over each other.

“Yes, I bought a flat on the ninth floor – 906. It’s a great building and close to the city center. I was lucky it came up for sale. What floor did you want?” His finger still hovered over the panel of numbers.

Remi’s eyes were glued to his muscled chest, imagination going wild. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m on the eight – eighth. Thank you.”

He grinned at her bumbling and then looked into her eyes, and she saw a sincere, friendly smile. One that had her instinctively smiling back. She watched his eyes widen and his glance sharpen. Lowering her lashes, she hid her shyness.

To break the tension, she said, “It’s a good place to live. I’ve been here for four years. In fact, I’m right underneath you.” She glanced up at him and saw his right eyebrow arch and his head cock to the side. The chuckle snorted from behind reminded her that the tease still lurked.

Darn—her mouth was getting in the way of her brain again. Would she never learn? “I mean that I’m in 806, directly beneath 906, one floor down.” To cover up the fact that she’d been staring at him like an eager, tail-wagging puppy, she fixed her purse strap and moved forward.

“That’s nice.” He had a distinctive half-grin hovering over his mouth that reminded her instantly of the famous, cocky Elvis smile that had fascinated female hearts all over the world.

“Graeme, are you coming with this load?”

Her antagonist ambled toward the lift and shook his head. “I think it’s a bit over-crowded already, bro. Best you just send it back down for me.” He winked at Remi, and her heart sank to the floor. The beast knew she’d been spying and thought it gave him some power over her. Well, she’d let him know she wasn’t someone to trifle with. Pushing her heavy curls back over her shoulder, she sent him a haughty grimace. Sure enough, just when she wanted to create an uncaring attitude, her watch caught in the strands of her hair. The last thing she saw as the elevator doors closed was the silly fool’s grin.

Because of all the cartons and boxes jammed in, she’d had to squeeze into the idol’s personal space. Now, she had her arm trapped, snared by her hair. Even though Mr. Handsome had moved aside to let her proceed into the corner, she hadn’t gotten that far. Brushing against him was unavoidable. But stumbling? The man wouldn’t know that being in close proximity with any male could cause her feet to forget how to walk, or her mind to become too befuddled to remember.

“So you like this building?” he asked, making polite conversation.

“Yes. Very much.” She pretended to be smoothing her hair, rather than yanking away at it.

His gaze followed her hand and his grin widened. “Then I’ve made a good choice.”

Nodding, she answered. “Most of the people here are very nice.” She stared up at the flashing numbers on the control panel, praying they would pass by quickly. She’d never felt so uncomfortable in all her life. From the first day she’d moved into the building, this elevator had been the bane of her existence. Who would be so foolish as to install a lift with mirrored walls? Maybe a masochist! Every time she rode in the silly thing, she was forced to see her overlarge self—the one she disliked to such an extent that she’d habitually close her eyes—and cuss the building’s designer.

“Here, would you like me to help you get free?” He pointed at her problem and lifted his hands in a gesture of waiting.

Forcing her stare away from the ceiling, she sighed and gave up the attempt at pretending. “Would you mind? I seem to have hooked my hair on my watch.”

“Not at all.” Since they were in close proximity, he didn’t have to move, just lift his hands and untwist the curl from around the watch’s fancy silver bracelet.

Remi did everything she could not to faint. First she bit her lip, then clenched her free hand to stop it from reaching. Trying not to stare at his muscular throat and the coating of sweat that glistened, she closed her eyes. But his warm breath, enhanced by the hint of coffee, bewitched her senses. Everything stopped—the elevator, his hands and then her heartbeat.

“There. You’re loose.” He stepped back and grabbed a small suitcase just in time to jam it into the door to keep it open. “By the way, my name is Eadan Fleming. I’ve just moved to London from Edinburgh.” With his head angled to the side, he waited while she desperately tried to overcome her muddled senses.

“Welcome. I’m Remi Calder. I hope you’re happy here.”

“I’m sure I will be.” He stepped aside to give her room to exit and then waited.

Would she look very foolish backing out? Stupid, silly tights. She did so anyway, wanting to escape the awkwardness as quickly as she could. Besides, using this method of fleeing, her backside, being overly large and not her best feature, wouldn’t be something he’d have to witness waddling away from him.

At the exact moment she decided to bolt, the golf clubs leaning against the elevator wall decided to fall over. Without his quickness in reaching for her, she would have fallen too. As his arms encircled her full figure, she couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne. It smelled of the wind on top of a snowy mountain peak, fresh and clean. The scent shot straight to her already heightened senses and left her reeling.

“Are you alright?” He sounded as if he really cared.

No! I want to disappear – now. “I’m so clumsy, I’m sorry. I hope your clubs are okay, and that I didn’t break them.”

Now why would she say something so silly? Why in the world did her brain always go on a retreat at the moment when she needed it most?

“Can I help you to your place? You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine. Really. Welcome to the building. And if you need any sugar, you know where to find me.” Oh, no! Remi groaned her dismay. By now she didn’t care what part of her anatomy he saw; she just had to make good her escape.

She bolted for her place, and while searching for her keys, she dropped her handbag. Finally she had the door opened and turned to wave him on his way. Off-balance and in too much if a hurry, she accidently stumbled over the purse. He watched her until she was on her knees inside her entrance and she knew that all he saw were her arms reaching into the hallway to snatch her fallen articles.

Remi, you fool. If you need any sugar? For heaven’s sake, what were you thinking? No wonder the daft man was grinning like a teenager after his first beer. 





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Adrenaline by Sunniva Dee (Book Blitz + giveaway)

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After reading and reviewing Leon’s Way (here’s my Goodreads review) I had to pick up Adrenaline, Sunniva Dee’s new book to promote. My review will come later. Read on for all the book details, a chance to win a $50 Amazon Gift Card plus other goodies and a tantalizing excerpt (I had to choose one out of four and had to toss in the end–they were all so good!). This tour was brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.

A note: if you enjoy angsty, complex, emotional NA stories, pick up Leon’s Way for just $0.99.

Adrenaline by Sunniva Dee

Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Purchase Link: Amazon 
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Blitz-wide giveaway (INTL)
  • $50-dollar Amazon Gift Card
  • Set of signed book cover flats
  • e-copy of Leon’s Way
  • e-copy of Pandora Wild Child
  • e-copy of Shattering Halos
  • e-copy of Stargazer

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Synopsis

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Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!

I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.

Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.

To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town!Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?

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With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.

On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.

We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.

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Excerpt

INGELA

My cell just buzzed. It’s four in the morning on a weekday. On an instinctual level, I know who it is. I’m not one to give myself breaks; not once, not once, do I not answer when he calls, so I sit up, adrenaline diluting my blood and telling me to go-go-go.

“Stop missing me, asshole,” I say into the receiver.

Brooding, emotional, feel-sorry-for-himself, wishy-washy, sexy nightmare Bo. He’s the epitome of inconsiderate. I’ve been studying in the US for over two years now, but my ex keeps calling me from home. Not giving a damn about the time difference, he calls right when the hell he needs me.

I fumble for the light. Turn it on. Squint and clutch my phone tighter. “Hej,” I puff out next since he doesn’t respond right away.

“Hej, Inga,” he breathes back. Voice silky, like the damn singer-guitarist he is, he says what I knew he would as if he didn’t hear my initial greeting. “I miss you.”

“You’re horrible, Bo.”

“Come on, Inga—this is hard.”

I know what he means by hard. “Is it?” I ask, sitting up straighter. “Is it, now? Then, why did you break up with me for the fifteenth time in, like, what…”

I don’t want to repeat the number of years out loud. Bo and I were an item on and off between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. All I care about right now is him shutting the hell up. Whenever I’m almost over him, he’s there again. Black-velvety soft voice in my ear, making adrenaline, my worst enemy, course through my body until I tremble.

The man on the phone drove me to the brink a while back. There’s a reason why I’m here and not in Gothenburg where I’d be subject to his erratic moods on a daily basis.

For the millionth time, I wish I didn’t remember the good parts. Me, starting out as the sixteen-year-old groupie of his local band. The parties, the fun. The endless nights in our own little world in the dump he rented with two fellow bandmates. I swallow a lump in my throat. It was supposed to be us always. Not just for a few years. And he wasn’t supposed to be… the way he is.

“Inga, did you hear what I said?” Bo whispers now, like he cares that I should be asleep at this hour.

“No.”

“I call you, and you don’t even listen?”

“Doing my best,” I say. By the displeased huff he makes, I can tell he understands; I’m doing my best at not listening to him.

“I’m accepting a scholarship to a one-year guitar clinic in Los Angeles.”

Even sitting, my knees go weak. Deepsilver, the gorgeous little college town I’ve set new roots in here on the East Coast, must be only hours from Los Angeles by plane. The pull is on my heartstrings already—I’m too close to where Bo will be.

“Why?” I ask. “They can’t teach you anything here that you can’t learn in Gothenburg, I’m sure. And the band—are they replacing you?”

He puffs a snicker. “Naw. I don’t think so.” Bo is aware that he’s the chick magnet of the bunch and the reason they’ve been doing decent as a college band since they moved to the big city.

“I might check in with some labels while I’m in L.A. The band is with me on this. Probably heading over too, if I can scrounge up some gigs for us. Maybe we’ll tour the East Coast. How about that, Inga? We’ll pop by your little town.”

“Uh-huh, whatever.” I hurt. I try not to admit it to myself, but I miss him so much. The need to have him with me under my covers sucker-punches me. No one. No one is like Bo in bed. I feel the ghost of his hands on my skin as he lets out a quiet laugh on the other end.

“You’re so silly, Ingela. Just give it up already. I’ll take a couple of days in Deepsilver on my way there, okay? I’ll treat you well.”

I blush. There’s a reason to his sexy chuckle, to his sudden promise. As soon as I’m the slightest bit turned on, my breathing stops cooperating. Five years of on-and-off dating has Bo tuned in to the smallest changes in me the way he is to his guitar. So yes, he’s completely aware of his effect on me.

“Fuck you,” I mumble.

“Do you swear as much in English as you do in Swedish?” he purrs like he’s describing dirty pleasures.

“None of your—”

“—goddamn business?”

“Yeah, that. Bye, dick.”

About the Author

Sunniva Dee (1)Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.

I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve self-published was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which made me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014.

I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.

Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!

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