Thursday, March 26, 2015

Blog Tour: Beautiful Evil Winter by Kelly K. Lavender

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Title:  Beautiful Evil Winter
Author:  Kelly K. Lavender
Published:  November 6th, 2014 (2nd edition)
Genre:  Suspense Thriller
Recommended Age:  18+
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Beautiful Evil Winter, a Russian Action Thriller, earns a list of accolades including an Eric Hoffer Award for “…writing of significant merit” and a Readers’ Favorite International Book Award. The novel takes place in the 1990s after the fall of the USSR, a time reminiscent of the unforgiving, gunslinging days of the frontier west. When mild-mannered Ethan and fiery Sophia board a plane bound for Russia, they hope to secure their son’s safe passage back to the US. An innocent encounter with the Mafia de-rails their plans. Suddenly, they become a target of the iron-fisted Mafioso that wields total control of Russian adoptions. What can make matters worse? An inexperienced untrained adoption coordinator who must complete the legal process and insure a safe return to the US. How much hardship can a couple endure when faced with do or die events? When hope fails and suffering prevails, what’s left?

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Excerpt from Beautiful Evil Winter (2nd edition) 
by Kelly K. Lavender:
The conversation with Natasha on the phone last night burns in my brain.
            “Adoption very risky in Russia now. The ban make Mafia watch money very close.”
How could she say that on the eve of our trip? I play back what Natasha said.
“This trip big gamble for you. I work to keep adoption away from Mafia. If I do not, police arrest you for human trafficking or Mafia take you. Better to go to prison. My name not appear anywhere, only yours. Phone will be disconnected. And I never know you.”
“Hello, folks. This is your pilot I apologize for the delay. The maintenance crew is working diligently to insure the safety of our trip. Thanks again for your patience.”
I glance over at Ethan, who’s dozing now.
“Honey?” I place my hand on his arm, but he doesn’t stir. Probably, the fatigue finally caught up with him, or... maybe he drank a cocktail, in which case he’ll be comatose. I think I’ll go to the restroom before the plane takes off. “Be back in a minute.”
I carefully unclasp my seat belt and try to skitter by him without disturbing him. As I walk past the rows on either side, I glance at 
the tendrils of ear plugs reaching upward like small sun- seeking plants, and the hand-held devices, passengers attached to them like farmers admiring prized vegetables pulled from the fields.
As I reach the door, the occupied sign forces me to pause and begin to turn around. Suddenly, I hear the click of the door unlocking.
What luck! I’ll just dash in and dash out. Hopefully, I won’t have to hold my breath to stay in there. My face twists in repulsion at the thought. A haggard looking middle-aged man with a large paunch emerges and smiles too brightly at me.
That look—that look of recognition like I’m a favorite relative, but I’m not. His lids half close as he squeezes past me taking his slow sweet time. And he looks back at me before he stumbles down the aisle way.
I push the door open and inhale a shallow breath. The smell of pump soap greets me. All clear. I can breathe.
Ting, Ting. The strained voice of the stressed-out flight attendant echoes through the tiny bathroom cabin.
“Within the next twenty minutes, The Captain will be turning on the fasten seat belt sign. Until then, you can use your electronic devices. We apologize for the inconvenience”
Turning from the sink to the opposite side to grab paper towels, all 5’2” 115 pounds of me twists like a corkscrew to move around. A quick swipe of the towels, a glance at my nostrils, a push of the level, and I’m free to escape into the main cabin.
As I near my seat, I notice that “Mr. Too Brightly” is sitting next to Ethan.
Damn! I have to sit next to him! Looks like comatose Ethan has just re-positioned himself to face the aisle way. Why doesn’t this plane offer two across seating instead of three?
My steps slow, but I don’t want to wake Ethan up to swap seats since he’s so tired.
As I stand next to our row of seats, Mr. Brightly realizes with a dazzling repugnant smile that I’ll be seated next to him.
“Don’t tell me you’re with that guy,” he says, gesturing at Ethan. “He’s out cold.” Between the screaming baby and me trying to wedge past him, he hasn’t moved an inch.” He smirks, his smile now a beacon of light.
I grit my teeth and carefully squeeze by Ethan’s knees grabbing the headrest of the seat in front of me for support. Glancing back over my shoulder, I see him looking at Ethan.
I focus on the seat space next to him, zeroing-in on the instructions on the pocket pouch for my seat. Someone scribbled in red pen, HELL A MILE HIGH.
As I wiggle into my seat and grope for my seatbelt, he watches my every move.
“Lucky me!” he says as he cranes his neck over my armrest to glance down my V-neck shirt.
“The flight attendant let me change seats. Person next to me was sick. She coughed all over me,” he says, waving his hand in front of his face as if shooing flies.
A puff of whiskey more noxious than cigarette smoke wafts my way. My nose wrinkles in disgust.
“Now, honey, tell me all about you,” he says patting my white knuckles which grip the armrest.
“I’m too tired to talk.” Turning away from him, I grab a blanket and reposition my entire body as close as possible to Ethan’s seat.
“Okay, well, I’ll get comfortable. Must finish my movie,” he announces as he shifts around in his seat and loosens his tie.
From the corner of my semi-closed eye, I see him push off his shoes and remove his socks. Wiggling his now naked toes, he grabs his iPad and powers it on.
Gathering the blanket closer, I relax and try to drift away.
“Aw, Melissa, moan for me, “ a breathless male pleas as he grunts.
“Yes, yes, that’s it!” A female pants in reply.
A glance reveals more than I want to see, a totally naked couple pleasuring each other.
I feel my cheeks redden with anger. There are children on this flight!
As I glance across the aisle, I see a Mom hugging a toddler acutely aware. Her sour expression says it all as she positions her child’s head in the direction of the seat window. Re-adjusting my body, I turn to face him, carefully choosing my words.
“Look, you may enjoy that movie, but a lot of people wouldn’t—especially the parents of children on this plane. If you’ll angle your screen toward the window and turn the volume down or use your ear plugs, I think several passengers will be grateful.”
“Mind your own business, bitch! I’ll watch whatever I want in the seat I paid for!” His eyes gleam. He enjoys this too much.
In my peripheral vision, I can see slack-jawed Mom across the aisle, her toddler now in the arms of his Dad. Her gripping hand like a talon, flexing as waves of rage engulf her. I see fury fill her eyes and heart—morphing her into a predator and a protector of her young.
Gripping the hand rest, I reach up for the call button. Immediately, his hand covers mine.
“You didn’t say that you don’t like porn,” he says with a smile as his hand squeezes mine.
My eyes glitter with cold, hard hate—hate as tangible as a slab of black marble. Hate that maims and kills, without regret.
“Let me be clear,” I hiss.
“Your movie disgusts me as much as you do! Leave me alone, and don’t talk to me!”
Turning my upper body away from him, I grab a pillow and blanket—positioning myself toward Ethan and away from him.
“And I let my fingers do the walking walking walking—all the way up your back.”
With unbridled fury, I turn and slap him with the force of my pent-up anger—anger at his moronic behavior, anger at having to sit on the tarmac for two hours and anger at having to deal with idiocy all along this journey.
Chuckling, he touches his now red-striped cheek.
I glance over at Ethan for help, but he’s still comatose, only a gunshot wound would wake him up.
Where’s that flight attendant? I did manage to push the button.
Some little kid is crying in the background. The 5-year-old girl adjacent to us is wearing white socks splattered with dirt. She’s picking her nose and staring at us in wide-eyed wonder.
Finally, a tall, heavyset flight attendant hurries down the aisle looking irate.
“What’s going on here?” he demands.
In a well rehearsed move, he kicks Ethan’s boot to wake him.
“What? Why did you kick me?” Ethan whines as he rubs his eyes, finally looking back and forth between me and Brightly. “Good God, what’s going on here?”
“I was just asking myself the same thing,” says the flight attendant, shooting daggers at me.
Clearly, he thinks this is all my fault.
Rising to his feet and stepping into the aisle, Ethan blinks in disbelief, then grabs my arm and yanks me out of my seat to stand beside him.
“Are you ok?”
I nod, my lips trembling.
As Ethan turns to face Brightly, I watch him straighten his body and fold his arms across his chest, blocking Brightly into our three-seat space. But instead of looking at the jerk in the eye, Ethan stares out the window behind his head.
Anger bubbles in the pit of my stomach, and this time not at Mr. Brightly. A thought that haunts me re-surfaces. Why is Ethan always so non-confrontational? You’d think he was Perseus managing Medusa. Sure, no one wants to brawl, but shouldn’t a husband take a stand when it’s necessary to protect his wife? I don’t know what would happen if I was in serious trouble—trouble that he couldn’t talk his way out of or rely on someone to fix. Got to hold on to the hope that his resolve would trump his reluctance— that he’d defend me. Looking away from Ethan, I grit my teeth in disapproval.
“What happened here, sir?” – asks the flight attendant as his eyes lock-in on Brightly.
“Well, I was watching my movie when this woman became irate with me.” Leaning in my direction, he smiles adoringly, tilting his head to the right.
Slack-jawed Mom is on her feet now, pointing at Mr. Brightly. Her eyes full of fire and focused on felling her target.
“Who do you think you are?” she says. “Shoving your garbage down our throats and exposing our innocent children to your trash!” Her moral outrage now silencing the once noisy cabin. Turning to the flight attendant, she continues—
“He pestered this woman. He put his hands on her!”
Taking a breath, she pauses satiated—even if momentarily. With a steady searing stare, she looks at me, ready to pounce again if needed.
“Thank you!” I say, relieved to have a witness.
“He was watching porn without ear plugs. I could hear it very clearly. When I asked him to lower the volume, he began harassing me. Then, he escalated the situation by putting his hands on me!” I answer, my indignation incinerating any thought of restraint.
“This man harassed my wife,” Ethan says to the flight attendant. He should be removed from this p-p-p...lane.” He stammers.” What are you g-g-g...oing to do about it
An opportunity for me, Ethan’s body turned toward the flight attendant. In a flash, I lunge for Brightly. Bitch deserves some justice. “Get away from me! Grab her!” Brightly shouts as he raises his fore arms to shield his face.
I feel hands on my shoulders now, pulling me away from my prey. Gritting my teeth, I resist leaning in, my hands a riverboat paddle wheel of slaps and punches.
“Stop, Sophia! It’s under control now!” Ethan yells, re-doubling his efforts to tear me away from my quarry.
His arms cocoon me and pull me back—allowing the flight attendant to drag Brightly from his “foxhole” across the seats.
Ethan tightens his hold as Brightly stumbles into the aisle, grimacing. Brightly’s face is ghoulish and green as his hand reaches out toward the seat back pocket to attempt to grab the small paper bag poking out. Abruptly, a cough and a stream of vomit flows from his mouth, clouding the cabin with the sour gut-twisting stench of onions and whiskey.
Catching the brunt of it, the splattered attendant gasps. “You moron! You’re coming up front with me to sit near the Air Marshall!’
“Wait! I have something to say to him.”
Ethan releases my arms sensing the passing of the raging storm that lives within me now.
There’s no cup. Could use a sick bag, but that may arouse suspicion and possible restraint. Must be quick.
Grimacing, I reach toward the floor and grab a hand full of warm vomit from the putrid pool in the aisle. It feels squishy and chunky—my gag reflex glows bright red.
Swallowing hard, I hold my breath for a moment to fight the nausea. As I exhale, I pull his belt buckle toward my belly with my left hand while my right hand empties the vomit inside his fly.
            “You want some action? Here’s your action!” I sneer.
With a smile of satisfaction, I wipe my hand clean on his clothing. 

Awards and Honors
  • The Eric Hoffer Awards – Commercial Fiction - Honorable Mention. The Hoffer Awards spotlight “…writing of significant merit.”
  • The National Indie Excellence Awards - The New Fiction Finalist
  • Dan Poytner’s Global EBook Awards-Bronze Medalist Suspense
  • Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards-Triple Genre Finalist- Suspense, Thriller and Romance Sizzle
  • Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards-Honorable Mention Suspense
Readers’ Favorite International Book Awards contestants include New York Times Best-Selling Authors and celebrities, comedian Jim Carey won an award this year.

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About the Author:

My fascination with fiction began in middle school when I entered a book-reading contest and won. As an ardent fan of the resonating narrative and the cliffhanger, I decided to dedicate myself to becoming a skilled writer. When college professors spotlighted my writing in the classroom, it anchored my interest in becoming a novelist. I continued to pursue my education at UCLA, via the UCLA Writers’ Extension Program, where my writing earned praise from an award-winning author. Of equal and enduring importance, in my life, is a passion for horses. As an avid, lifelong equestrian and horse owner,I now live on a ranch with my family,which we share with a menagerie of four-legged friends. Beautiful Evil Winter is my debut novel.

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My Take On The Insurgent Movie

Spoilers below!!!!

After watching Divergent last year and being pleased I was super stoked about Insurgent.  With that being said, this year of waiting sucked. 

Unfortunately I was not able to do the double feature on Thursday so I had made plans to watch Insurgent on Friday with some friends. Well, that didn't work out as I had to work late. I finally was able to watch it on Saturday. 

There was definitely action in the movie but the emotions which were strongly conveyed in the book were not transferred into the movie. This was disappointing. 

I wanted to see Marcus and Four's history and how in the book Tris considers conspiring with Marcus which created some conflict with her and Four. This tension is barely touched upon in this movie. 

Once again, Shailene Woodley did excellent portraying Tris. Theo James was excellent as Four as well. I have to say, Miles Teller, really jumped off the screen for me though. I might be changing to Team Peter (lol). 

Overall, I liked the movie but was disappointed. I enjoyed the action bit but wanted the emotional pieces which led up to it. There just seemed to be a lot missing and kind of rushed. 

What are your thoughts about the movie? 

Release Day Launch: The Hazards of Sleeping with a Friend

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Warning: Sleeping with a friend might change your life forever. Sleeping with Kyle was never in the plans. Pretending to be his girlfriend was one thing, but letting our relationship become anything but platonic was another. The problem with mixing friendship with sex is that inevitably feelings get involved, and when that happens there's no turning back. When Kyle's life fell apart around him, I needed to help, but doing that meant opening myself up to the most terrifying thing in the world—falling in love.  
He stopped right out front. “This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I need you to agree anyway.” “Okay.” I watched him with interest. Kyle wasn’t the type to call any of his ideas crazy. He was more likely to proclaim them as wonderful. “If you’re ever going to seriously consider trying out the random sex thing, call me first.” My mouth fell open. “Uh, you didn’t just say that.” “I’m just saying I’d rather my best host not die or get badly hurt after she decides to hook up with a random guy.” “Oh yeah? Worried about your radio station?” “And a friend.” “Haven’t you heard about the hazards of sleeping with a friend?” My heart was beating a mile a minute. Had Kyle offered to have sex with me? He must have had more to drink than I thought. “They’re no worse than hooking up with a random psychopath. Or a drummer,” he mumbled. “Wait. What?” “Nothing.” He looked down. “Nuh uh, I heard you. You think I was talking about having sex with Len?” Kyle made no secret of his distaste of the guy. “He does flirt with you every chance he gets, even when he’s across the country.” “And that means I want to sleep with him?” Admittedly I’d had a mega crush on Len Denton, drummer of Chance of a Lifetime, but if my friendship with him had taught me anything, it was that I definitely didn’t want to sleep with him. I’d have chosen Kyle for that role ten times over. Kyle shrugged. “Just saying, I think I’d be a better choice.” “So what am I supposed to be agreeing to then? I’ll call you if I get horny next time instead of hooking up with someone random?” “It sounds so much worse when you say it that way.” “Because it is that bad.” I still didn’t know if he was actually serious. The offer was so unlike Kyle I doubted it could be. “Fine. I was just offering.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You were offering your sexual services. Got it.” I smiled. Joke or not, I had to give him a hard time about it. “That sounds even worse.” I put a hand on my hip. “Shall we say goodnight before it gets any worse?” “Forget I said anything.” “I will. After I tell all my friends.” I grinned. Teasing Kyle came so naturally.
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Pre-Release Day Blitz: Deep by Kylie Scott

Positive. With two little lines on a pregnancy test, everything in Lizzy Rollins' ordinary life is about to change forever. And all because of one big mistake in Vegas with Ben Nicholson, the irresistibly sexy bass player for Stage Dive. So what if Ben's the only man she's ever met who can make her feel completely safe, cherished, and out of control with desire at the same time? Lizzy knows the gorgeous rock star isn't looking for anything more permanent than a good time, no matter how much she wishes differently.

Ben knows Lizzy is off limits. Completely and utterly. She's his best friend's little sister now, and no matter how hot the chemistry is between them, no matter how sweet and sexy she is, he's not going to go there. But when Ben is forced to keep the one girl he's always had a weakness for out of trouble in Sin City, he quickly learns that what happens in Vegas, doesn't always stay there. Now he and Lizzie are connected in the deepest way possible...but will it lead to a connection of the heart?

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His laughter, it didn’t really sound the smallest bit amused. “Christ. You’re done here.”

“Ah, no. I’m actually not. Now see, this is where we have a problem.” I folded my arms. Then unfolded them because like fuck I’d look defensive. He was the one in the wrong, not me. “You’re not prepared to take me, or my feelings, seriously. What you want is to hide away in Mr. Too Cool for Commitment land and just play with my affections when it suits you. Okay, I’ve accepted that. But none of that means it’s okay for you to come in here and act like you’re the boss of me. None of it.”

“That so?” he asked, leaning down so that we were almost nose to nose.

“That’s so, baby.” I play-punched him in the shoulder, which it should be noted, I barely came up to. Okay, so maybe the alcohol on a mostly empty stomach had made me slightly/lots braver/sillier. “So why don’t you take your little caveman jealous tantrum bullshit somewhere else. See, I do this funny thing I like to refer to as whatever the fuck I want. Understand?”

He just stared.

“And as pretty as you are with your beard and your muscles, you are too damn tricky and . . . complicated and shit for me.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. Are you finally seeing my point here?”

“You bet.”

“Excellent. So take your hotness elsewhere, kind sir. I want no part of it!” Huh. I had so told him. Drunken bravado was the best.


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Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Kylie is represented by Amy Tannenbaum at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, New York.
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Book Blitz: Exiled by Lana Grayson

Exiled by Lana Grayson 
(Anathema #2) 
Publication date: March 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense


The only thing more sacred than the Anathema MC is the vengeance of a wronged man…


Exiled from the Anathema MC, Brew Darnell escaped the bullet only to face the unforgiving solitude of the road. With no future before him, Brew battles his past and vows to protect the one he loves the only way he can—by hunting the man who destroyed his family, devastated the Anathema MC, and betrayed every promise he ever made.


Trapped in an abusive relationship with a sadistic biker, Martini Wright learned to manipulate, controlling her boyfriend’s temper with a wink and a smile until she’s traded as collateral to a rival MC. Her captor, Brew, has never trafficked a woman before, and Martini intends to exploit his guilty secrets to escape. Caught in the middle of a gang war, Brew and Martini fight a dangerous attraction—a second chance to heal from the mistakes of their past if they can confess the terrible truth.


Brew failed his family before, but Martini can still be saved. With redemption delivered at the edge of a blade, Brew must choose who to rescue—the one he already lost…or the love he never deserved.

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Lana Grayson was born to write romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Release Day: Coda by CD Reiss

Will Jonathan and Monica get their happily ever after?

Find out in CD Reiss’s newest release!






Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment.

I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.

“You know what, Monica, you don’t even know yourself. Look at you. I haven’t seen you this relaxed in months. The only time you let your worry go is when you give me control. And your worry is what keeps you from being honest.”
I swallowed. Blinked. A torrent of wetness welled behind my eyes, “I don’t want to break the scene.”
“Stay still. Stay naked. Speak your mind.”
“I almost died with you a hundred times. That recovery room, they had you in this induced coma and you looked dead. There were bags of blood. Bags, hanging over you and you were all opened up. And, I’m sorry, I haven’t said this because you’re the one who went through it.” I swallowed a gallon of tears. “I don’t want to see you like that again. But I think about it all the time. I dream about it. I see it when I close my eyes. I want you to live, so I do what I think is going to make you happy and I always get it wrong. Stay or go. I give you attention or none. It’s always wrong.”
“What about your happiness?”
“It doesn’t matter. Not as much as yours. It’s not life or death.”
“It is, Monica. It is.”
I shook my head. “You can’t convince me of that. We can do this hurtful honesty thing all day. You’re the priority and I’m okay with that. Deal with it.”
He nodded, looking down for a blink, then up at me. He reached for my wrists.
“These go behind your back.”
I did as instructed.
“Now, get on your knees.”
I bent them. With my hands behind my back, it was hard to balance.
“Do you need some help?” he asked.
I thought he’d take me gently by the elbow, but dragged me down. He was right. I was relaxed, totally submitting and trusting him, loving every bit of discomfort he dished out.
“Spread your knees apart.”
I did, too slowly for him. He kicked them wide.
“Do you remember your safeword?” He asked, unbuckling his belt.
“Yes.” A tingling rush went down my spine with the promise of his dominance and the way it made me forget how fragile he really was.
His cock was out in the next second. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

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About the Author

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles.

Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.


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