Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Release Blitz: Steps of the Heart: First Dance (Steps of the Heart Series) by Di Anne Sandvik

Title: Steps of the Heart - First Dance
Series: Steps of the Heart Series #1
Author: Di Anne Sandvik
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: May 31, 2016
After spending some time in Cartagena, Colombia, Victoria Moore, healing over the tragic loss of her husband set out to change her life and reinvent herself. She not only had the money, but she also possessed the passion and the artistry it would take to become number one in the Latin Dance World. Victoria now had the mind set, the grace and the body of a disciplined dancer to match her alluring beauty. Along with her trusted dance partner Mateo Chavez, they quickly rise to become the reigning World Latin Dance Champions. Victoria thrives on the contented and happy routine her life has now fallen into...but all that was about to change with one phone call and an opportunity too big to pass up. It's the chance to catapult her career to the next level.

What she was not prepared for were the two Latin men that would come into her life and turn everything upside down. Sonny de la Cruz the hot Latin Superstar, whose poetic music is dark and seducing just like his eyes. He was a man that belonged to another woman and would never be hers. Even knowing this, she was not sure she could ever walk away from him. The other, Alejandro Perez, a powerful, handsome Latin record company mogul. The perfect man to fit all her needs. A man she wants desperately to open her heart to. Will he be enough for her to step away from the one that danced his way into her heart? Both men will bring to her life what her heart has been missing...unbridled sexual desire, passion and love.

Follow Victoria's journey as she takes the Latin Dance World by storm and ventures deep into the Latin culture. Steps of the Heart series is a story filled with fabulous fashion, exotic locations and a complicated love triangle.

I have always been the storyteller amongst my family and friends. At gatherings and parties I am always the one telling the stories and sharing memories. So after meeting a romance author at work one day and discovering I had a story to tell I took her advice and sat down to write. I tried her suggested method and immediately walked away from it. Two months later I opened my iPad and used the Notes app without even a keyboard and started writing. I wrote book 1 & 2 of my trilogy on my iPad. Once I started writing I couldn't stop the story from flowing.

Two years ago when I started on this writing journey I walked away from watching television and opened my mind and heart and made changes in my life. Music became my muse and my inspiration.

My day job is in the retail beauty industry. So yeah I am a bit of a diva. I have a true love for makeup and skincare. But my guilty pleasure aside from makeup and music is high heels. You might say I’m addicted to them and have acquired quite a collection. When I'm not writing you will find me with a set headphones on listening to music on my beautiful patio dreaming up a new story idea.
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Release Blitz: Only For the Night by Ella Sheridan

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She needs a Dom with heart. He sees the lifestyle as heartless.
Can a brave submissive show a rock star that accepting his true nature will be nirvana for both of them? Letting go with her may help him put the pieces of himself—and his band—back together again.
Struggling with the death of her mother, Sage Lyndsey turned to her Dom for comfort, but his impatience led to a humiliating scene in front of their club. Devastated, she runs to a small town on the Cali coast. Buying into Citrus Pointe’s bakery may be her best decision ever—if she can overcome the embarrassment of having her new landlord’s dog steal her towel right in front of him. It gets worse when she realizes he’s none other than rock bassist Hank Nash, and despite the problems it would cause, she wants nothing more than his talented hands on her, bending her to his will.
Hank is an ex-cop who knows all too well what dominance looks like when it turns to abuse—he saw the consequences on another cop’s wife. After turning the man in, Hank left that life behind to start a rock band, Weekend Washout. Now he’s fighting to keep the band together, and to deny his urge to dominate pretty, spunky Sage. But when Sage’s ex-Dom reappears, Hank is forced into a life-changing decision: Accept both their needs and gain more than one night with Sage, or retreat to the safe life he’s built so carefully.
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Writing has been my passion since childhood, but like many writers, life got in the way. After earning a BA in English Literature, I married and started a family. But the worlds and characters that swirled through my mind just wouldn’t go away, and at a particularly difficult time in my life, I picked up pen and paper (or laptop) and tried to release some of that difficulty onto the page. I’ve been writing ever since. Now I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, run an accountability blog to help writers reach their goals, and am pursuing publication with the same passion I feel for writing.
Nothing pleases me more than sharing the stories of my heart with you, the reader, and I hope, in some small way, these stories will touch your heart too.
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Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt + Teaser + Giveaway + Trailer: Lethal Temptation by Janine Infante Bosco


Title: Lethal Temptation
Series: Temptations
Author: Janine Infante Bosco
Genre: MC Romance
Publish Date: May 24, 2016
Review Source: ARC
 
BLACKIE
My name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.
I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.
I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.
Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.
For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.
I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.
She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.
Leather.
Lace.
Me.
Her.
A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.
Guide me to the light.
Take me from the dark.
Give me back my life.
Let me share yours.
They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.

LACEY PARRISH
My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.
I am a manic-depressive.
Just like my dad.
Some days I’m high on life.
Most days I try to escape it.
People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.
Except Blackie.
He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.
He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.
He’s my leather and I’m his lace.
Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.
This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.
A love story called Leather and Lace.


Two people who need each other more than they need the next breath.  Neither one realize how much the other keeps the demons at bay.  Blakie fights his battle of feeling like he doesn't deserve a second chance, and Lacey fights the demons in her head telling her she isn't good enough.  Again, neither seeing just how much the other live's to make it to tomorrow.

This book will reach in a grab you by the heart and and pull you so far into the dark depths of the emotional abyss that you will feel the pain of Blackie and Lacey.  This book shows you how far not only emotional turmoil, but how deep the pull of addiction will pull you under.  The only thing that keeps them both upright is the shining light provided by a love that they don't want to recognize, or much less put a voice to.  But when the demons start to win, they have to find a way to fight out of the darkness into the light that each one possesses.  

There are so many different angles that this book will allow you to find a personal relation to each character.  We fail to see just how many people suffer with mental illness or some sort of addiction.  Even though this book touches the darkest parts, it sheds light on just how easy it can go overlooked.   I loved how Blackie and Lacey each lives for the other, even though there are days that they are so pulled into the darkness that they should drown.  The other part I loved is that when they finally realize that they are spiraling out of control that they have a support system that helps them to find the footing that they need to begin to stand up.  I think that this is a wonderful book that shows us just what goes through an addicts inner thoughts as well as the demons that control a person with Bi-polar depression.  Even though it is fiction, it really does have a lot of truth behind it.  So show your support and read this book.




A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR

Dear Readers,

Blackie and Lacey’s love is not an easy story. It’s not about fluff and if you’re looking to escape the reality of the world, this book is not for you. Lethal Temptations is true to its title and while there is a love story between the hero and heroine there is an individual story being told about each character.

Blackie is a drug addict.

Lacey is mentally ill.

They each suffer with the demons that haunt them.

Both issues are very much alive in our world and most of us will experience the torment of addiction and, or, mental illness. If not in ourselves than possibly through the people we love.

The smiling person beside you who appears perfect may be suffering in silence, afraid of what society will say or more than that, afraid of admitting their truth.

If you or someone you love suffers from addiction or mental illness, it’s never too late to find your voice and seek help.

My wish for those in need is that they find hope within the pages of Lethal Temptations because, you’re temptations are only lethal if you allow them to be.

Be heard.

Your voice is your weapon against the things that drag you down.

May is mental health awareness month, let’s turn society around and make it our bitch and save the fractured souls that struggle on a daily basis.

Below you will find links on both addiction and mental health.

Thank you for reading,

Janine


The bathroom door closed jarring me away from my thoughts and forced me back to reality. I stared at him trying to remember the speech I recited in the car on the way here but the only word that came to mind was muscles.
Tight, sinewy, muscles covered in ink.
It was probably a mortal sin to look like that after having a heart attack.
“You’re staring,” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in front of me.
I swallowed.
“So are you,” I whispered.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he quietly assessed me before he nodded.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without jeans or facial hair,” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s kind of a shock to the system,” I continued, cocking my head to the side. “What’s your excuse?” I asked, running my sweaty palms down my denim clad thighs. I watched him intently, waiting for his bullshit excuse and saw the faintest glimpse of a smile form on his lips.
God, I wish he smiled more.
He shook his head, the smile disappeared and for a split second I wondered if I imagined it.
“Make a man wish he didn’t hit the bottle so hard,” he muttered. “Then maybe I’d remember when you became so bold,” he said, pushing off the wall as he turned and took a seat next to me on the bed.
Bold?
He thought I was bold.
He had no idea it was taking every bit of courage I had to be here, demanding he see the woman I am and not the girl I was. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so guilty.
I glanced down as his thigh brushed mine.
“Didn’t think I’d see you until I got out of here,” he started, fidgeting with his hands until he finally placed them on his knees and leaned forward. He looked over his shoulder at me. “Thought I scared you off the other day,” he said, huskily.
“I told you once before I’m not afraid of you,” I said, clearing my throat so it didn’t sound so raspy.
He kept his eyes pinned to mine for a moment before letting them dip lower. I tried to follow their path but lost all train of thought when he placed his hand on my leg.
“I owe you an apology,” he said, his massive hand wrapped around my thigh and gave it a slight squeeze before he lifted his eyes back to mine. “So, pretty…” he murmured.
His closed his eyes briefly before blowing out at a breath and standing up. I felt the loss of his touch instantly and automatically stood with him. He crossed the room, putting as much distance as possible between us before he fell back into the chair in the corner of the room and dropped his face into his hands.
“You don’t owe me anything, Blackie,” I blurted. “You saved me once again,” I added.
“I’m not talking about that,” he growled, lifting his head. “I’m talking about the night at the clubhouse,” he clarified.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, closing the distance between us until I was standing in front of him. I would not plead with him not to take back that night. 
Not this time.
With Reina’s words playing on repeat in my head I decided the only way for Blackie to accept this thing between us was to remind him of what it felt like to be with one another. Maybe if I reminded him of how it felt when the rest of the world faded and it was just us maybe then he’d think twice about his apology.
“No?” He questioned as he narrowed his eyes. “I took something from you, Lace, something you can’t get back and something I won’t forget. I fucked us both that night,” he seethed.
“You didn’t take anything I wasn’t offering,” I retorted. “I know you think I’m a little girl but I’m not and I haven’t been for a while. You may be my first but you weren’t the first man to touch me,” I ground out. “I’m not some goody two shoes, too prim and proper to get down on her knees because her father is some big bad biker,” I sneered. 
“Shut up,” he shouted.
“No! You said you saw me that night, but it was a lie wasn’t it? Because if you did, you’d see I loved every fucking minute of having you. Open your eyes Blackie and take a look, take a good long look,” I dared.
“I see you, Lace, been seeing you for a long time now,” he said, reaching out and gripping my hips. “Don’t tell me to fucking open my eyes because I’m trying so fucking hard to close them and not look at you. It’s a real struggle to tame the beast inside me and not spread you wide and take you every which way a man can take a woman,” he said through clenched teeth. “Trust me, I fucking see you, girl and you’re all woman.”
I licked my lips as I felt something down in the pit of my belly ignite. An animalistic sound escaped his lips, something feral, and oh so fucking hot. 
Was the beast becoming unleashed?
Yes, please.
His fingers dug deeper into my hips and he pulled me between his legs.
“Sit,” he commanded, pulling me down so that my ass sunk between his thighs. He brushed my hair aside, and I felt his hot breath against my ear as he leaned over my shoulder. “You feel that?”
I did.
His thick erection strained and twitched against my ass. A short breath escaped my lips as my back fell against his chest and his arms wrapped around me, pressing me tight against him.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good, next time you doubt I want you, remember feeling my cock pressed against your sweet ass and know the truth was against you just as it was inside you,” he affirmed, pressing his mouth against my neck. “It’s time for you to open your eyes, angel, time for you to take a good long look at who you’re playing with,” he added as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot behind my ear.
I closed my eyes, pushing my ass against him as my hands gripped his hard thighs. My body fell into a trance, one induced by Blackie’s words and for the first time in my adult life, sex wasn’t something I needed to rush to do, a game I needed to play catch up on, it was something I craved. I wanted to explore, I wanted to learn, and I wanted to do it all with Blackie.
“I’m a greedy bastard Lacey, got marks on my arms,” he paused, loosening his arms around me. “Open your eyes and look down,” he ordered. 
My eyes fluttered open, and I did as I was told, focusing on the track marks on his forearms that were slightly fading.
“Got marks down in my soul too, all proof just how greedy I am,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist again. The tip of his nose trailed down the side of my neck, pushing away the collar of my shirt and his lips fell over my shoulder.
“And this greedy bastard won’t apologize for taking that sweet cunt of yours. This greedy bastard will forever hold onto that, take that shit proudly to my grave…”
His words trailed off as his teeth sank into my shoulder. 
“My Lace…” he murmured against my skin. 







Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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