Sunday, September 29, 2013

BLOG TOUR ~ WHEN LIGHT FADES









When Light Fades
From the Authors: A.J. Stewart, Cindy Franks White, Zoey Sweete, Jennifer Oneal Gunn, Ronald Edward Griffin, S.L. Dearing, M.K. Hensley and Jewels Moss
Blurb:
Dive into a dark paranormal collection of short stories and poetry with a twist of horror. When Light Fades will play on your inner fears, and bring to life the things that go bump in the night. This collection of writing is filled with revenge, disaster at its best, and a hint of sick madness. Be prepared to enter the world of the wicked, where the darkest creatures tell their stories and the insane rule and sanity has been lost forever.
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M.K. Hensley https://www.facebook.com/pages/MK-Hensley/619480364761747

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

COVER REVEAL ~ YOUR DARKNESS by M.K. HENSLEY


 

'Your Darkness' is a collection of poetry that will tug at the heart and then empower. It is filled with poems that take you on a journey through heart ache and pain then lead into finding one's own strength within.
An author's view:
 "The measure of poetry is its ability to evoke emotion. Herein is a roller coaster ride. It jerks you back and forth through dark, twisting tunnels of entrapment. It drags you to dizzying heights of hope and then sends you plunging pell-mell into depths of despair before slowing along the gentler ups and downs of uncertainty and self-doubt that eventually lead back into the light.  Those who have never suffered through the darkness of such a relationship will ponder. Those who have been there will relive it and understand. Thank you, M.K. Hensley, for sharing the ride."    ~Author John Hundley
Note from the author:
I never knew writing these would help me let go and truly move forward.  Had I known, I would have written them long before now.  I have learned that keeping things locked inside only hurts you.  Let it out. Tell someone. If not, nothing will change.  I also learned that you have to let people in, even when you are scared.  You might just end up surprised.  I hope my words can help someone else find their strength to get thru their own struggles.
~M.K.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

BLOG TOUR for DISTORTION by Deena Remiel


INTRODUCING DISTORTION




My Friend has stepped outside the box with her newest novel.  It really is worth the read and for your reading pleasure and to entice you a bit here is a excerpt from the book.  ENJOY!


“Ow! Son of a bitch!” What the hell had she stepped on? Bending over, she looked down to find a large shard of a shell sticking up out of the sand. Damn it! She picked up her right foot to inspect it and watched as droplets of blood mixed in with the crushed shells and cigarette butts. Well, isn’t this just grand? So much for starting out on the right foot. The cut on her sole bled profusely, and she wasn’t quite sure how to staunch it other than cover it with her shirt. Thank goodness she’d worn a bathing suit underneath her clothes. But how to get back to her house? She snorted. Good question, Hope. Now what’s the answer?
She looked around for anyone that might be as crazy as she for coming out so early, but not a soul joined her. Great. Now what? Her foot throbbed in rhythm with her heart. She needed to get it washed, bandaged, and up in the air quickly. She searched around again, this time to see how close any of the beach houses were that dotted past the dunes. The one nearest had sea green shingles and a white wrap around porch. It had a very non-assuming and friendly look. She’d been judged by the book covers she created, so she figured the house may very well be a good reflection of its owner.
Hobbling through the sand and up the dunes gave her quite a workout. Every step she took made her wince and left a little token of her affection for the sea, a bloody footprint. Her once white tank top now wrapped clumsily around her foot, boasted a horrid shade of deep red. She reached the apex of the sand hill and saw the silhouette of a person sitting on the porch.
“Hello? Hello!” She waved her arms high in the air. “Excuse me; I could use a little help. I’ve cut my foot and I’m bleeding like a stuck pig.” The blob didn’t move. Did she mistake an outdoor statue for a person? She hoped not because she felt like crap at this point. Gathering her energy, Hope drew in a deep breath and projected her voice. “Excuse me! Can you help me, please? Hello? Oh….”
The world according to Hope whirled around her and spun out of control. Her body crumbled and rolled down the dune toward the house. Abruptly, all went dark.
***
She soared through the clouds, catching the wind beneath her wings. Coming out of her fog, she realized instead that someone had been carrying her and walking at the same time. But who? Her brain swam like when she’d twirled a hundred times on the grass as a child. Opening her eyes, she looked up at her savior and thought she must still be in “La La Land.” A strong jawline, a straight nose, and five o’clock shadow graced the profile of a Greek god. A hairband captured dark brown hair at the base of his neck. Her foot twitched and she groaned.
“Easy now, I’ve got you. My name is James White and I’m just gonna bring you onto my porch to see to that foot of yours.”
“Oh, thank you, James. I’m Hope Evans. I don’t feel so well. I stepped on a shell. My foot is cut real bad.” Her head fell back onto his chest like a rag doll.
“Hi there, Hope. Don’t worry. I’m certified.” He laid her gently on a chaise lounge, grabbed a few pillows from some other chairs and placed them under her foot. “I’ll be right back. I need to get my first aid kit, and I think a cup of OJ for you to drink might help, too.” His smile reassured her that all would be well. He ducked inside giving her a chance to look around. She’d missed most of the sun rise, but she didn’t care anymore. Due to a kindhearted fellow, she’d found an angel at dawn instead.


My Thoughts 



Distortion is something different brought to us by Deena Remiel.  With this newest book she has stepped out of the box and brought us a love story unlike any of her others. Hope, who stumbles upon the sexy cover artist James, suddenly finds her life immersed in danger.  And without a doubt James must do what he has to, in order to keep her safe.  Jam-packed with intrigue and characters you will love and love to hate, this book is a must read.  I was engulfed from the first page to the last and look forward to what is next by this author. 

For you viewing pleasure Deena gave me her Choices of who she would want to play in the movie version of the book!!!!!

Jamie: Liam Hemsworth Hope: Diana Agron Brittany: Kirsten Dunst Bethany: Dakota Fanning



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Monday, September 23, 2013

Special Release~







**Special New Release Price of .99 For a Limited Time: Through Glass by Author - Rebecca Ethington**
Everyone remembered the day the sky went black. The day the sun was wiped from the sky. They remember the wind as it brought in the darkness; the way the earth shook and everything changed.
Everyone remembered the screams as the darkness ate those who were out in the open, those who had surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise.
Everyone remembered the voice from the sky and the way food disappeared.

At least, that's what I hoped. I hoped that there was an 'everyone' that would remember because I am not sure how many are left, how many survived. Or if anyone did.
I hoped that I wasn't alone.
I remembered that day.
I remembered because it was the day I became alone.
It was the day that everything was perfect until the monsters took it away. Then the house went silent and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.
The boy I talk to through the glass.
Through Glass is book one of a series.
It is a Clean New-Adult Paranormal, Dystopian, Romance with Creepy and Un-Dead Themes.
Language: Low to None
Violence: Moderate
Sexual Content: Low to None
You can purchase it at the following:
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Saturday, September 21, 2013

BLOG TOUR FOR THE LAST KISS by M.R. Murphy

Introducing The Last Kiss 








Excerpt from Chapter 2:
Watching Raeve from the bed as she brushed through her long black hair, Aidan finally felt a moment of peace. It had been months since he enjoyed the sweet hum of her voice as she sang along to whatever song she was listening to. Making another deposit in his memory bank, he drank in the sight of her twisting her hips to the rhythm of the music. Smirking, he couldn’t help remembering all the delicious ways her body worked him over with each new encounter. Her luscious curves were accented by her black satin nighty. It begged him to touch every inch of her supple flesh. Eying the piece of fabric, he was more than ready to discard it from her sinuous body and replace it with the feel of his skin on hers. The rigid length that hid beneath the suffocating confines of his jeans bounced in appreciation of the view as his heated stare nearly burned through the small scrap of fabric covering her petite body.
He caught her glancing back at him, under a fringe of dark lashes. The quirk of her smile and blush of her cheeks in the reflection made her look all the more resplendent. It was that same smirk she held while she served him dinner, and settled in his lap to distract him from eating. His stomach never refused a home cooked meal, but he was lost to hypnotic spell. A sultry grin spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around him. Slowly he inhaled her sugary scent, pulling it deep into his lungs. His tongue burned for one more taste of her, but one more  would never be enough. His eyes danced up and down her body as she finished her nightly routine, and his palms grew slick as every ounce of blood rushed straight down to his aching cock.
She was fire, and he loved to feel her burn. Picturing every way he was going to please her with a calculating stare, relenting even if she begged wasn’t going to be an option until every muscle in her body shook with sated erotic pleasure. His pulse quickened as he felt the heat of desire lick up his skin, making every muscle taut and ready to spring free to lock her beneath him for endless hours of carnal worship. His mind raced, trying to remember every detail of the moment, storing it away for the long nights that awaited him in the coming weeks. She had no idea how beautiful she was to him. If all he had to offer her was a few solemn promises of love, and a few nights of unbridled passionate loving making, then he could die a happy man knowing he gave her everything he had.
“What?” she giggled, eying him in the mirror’s reflection.  He marveled at the sight of her smile and how it reached her eyes and shone brighter than any star he had ever seen.
“Nothing, I just love looking at you. Does it bother you?” he countered, cocking the dark slash of his brow.
“Depends.” Sliding a quick wink over her shoulder, Raeve turned back to her image as she ran another stroke of the brush through her silky hair.
Considering that for a second, Aidan quirked a smile, ready to hear her explanation. “On what?”
“On what you’re seeing when you look at me,” she challenged.
Climbing off the bed, his six foot three frame was nearly double the size of her body and close to a foot taller. His gaze stalked her once again as he sinuously stepped closer to her. His fingers begged to tangle through the long tendrils of her silky hair as he pulled one lock up to inhale her sweet scent.
 “What I see when I look at you,” he purred, his deep penetrating voice vibrated in the air, lingering between them, “is the only woman who has ever broken my heart and healed it. I see a beautiful woman who cares for so many, but denies being taken care of herself.” .© 2013 The Last Kiss M. R. Murphy
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  My Thoughts


The Last Kiss by M.R. Murphy is a beguiling love story. Raeve and Aiden find each other, fall in love only to be torn apart by circumstances beyond their control.    Raeve is a woman who never thought much of herself, she continued on with her life only for it to be full of hurt the kind that is hard to come back from.   Finally she is able to rid herself of the evil that has tried to destroy her life.  She again finds herself in the strong comforting arms of Aiden, but will it last? This beautiful story just goes to show that a love by two people who go in different directions can reconnect once again.  This story made me cry, made me angry which are all emotions made to come alive from a great story teller.  M.R. Murphy is an author to keep an eye on in the future.