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Monday, February 11, 2019

"Can’t Let Go" by Chrissy Brown


EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Can’t Let Go
(Georgia Boys Book 1)
by Chrissy Brown

Can’t Let Go (Georgia Boys Book 1) by Chrissy Brown

Can’t Let Go is the first book in the Georgia Boys series by Chrissy Brown. Also available: Come a Little Closer (ON SALE for only $0.99 during February).

Come a Little Closer by Chrissy Brown

Can’t Let Go is currently on tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
A sweet, yet steamy new adult romance about a girl who's not ready to fall in love and a boy who isn't ready to let her go.
Beau
She is beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but she's damaged.
Her a-hole exboyfriend broke her.
I still want her.
I can show her that all men aren't the same
That I'm different.
Mallory
He's everything I need to stay away from, and I try.
I really do, but he's relentless.
So, I give in and let him have me.
All of me.
I should have known better.


Excerpt
Sitting up, I look around. The room’s the same as yesterday, although I don’t know why I expected it to be different. Tiptoeing to the door, I peek my head out and listen. Silence.
Did he ditch me?
Well, I reason, if I have to do the walk of shame I might as well be clean. If by chance he is in the house somewhere, I don’t want to be caught. I scurry to the bathroom, lock the door, and take a shower.
“Morning!” he shouts when I walk out of the bathroom.
In just a towel.
Busted.
His eyes widen, giving my body a once, no, a twice-over. In two long strides, he closes the gap between us. He sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets is out so slowly. It warms my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. He cups my face, forcing me to look at him. My heart’s racing. His big brown eyes suck me into an abyss I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“I just can’t get over how pretty you are.”
“Uhh.” I look down my nose, only able to see his chest, he’s so close. But it’s better than his face. If I keep looking at that face, I might just let my towel slip. I can’t let him see me naked. For one, I need to wait, put off having sex a little while longer. Secondly, I’m not sure I could handle the rejection if he didn’t try to do something with my naked body. “Thanks.”
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“I fell in love with Beau and Mallory. They are so different but they work. Mallory's running away from a sketchy relationship and Beau is so patient with her. But like a stupid boy, his ego screws it up. You have to read this. You won't be able to put it down. I cant wait to read the next one.” ~ Christina
“Perfect romance book. Keeps you wanting more, very well written. Extraordinary story line, can’t believe it’s based off of true events! It makes it even more special to get wrapped up in. Can’t wait to read the rest of this series.” ~ Kaitlin Colleen Doyle
“This book is amazing, the story is seamless! When you read it you almost feel as if you are a part of beau and Mallory’s story from the start! Cannot wait to ready more if the Georgia Boys book series!” ~ Jessica Richards
“This story is captivating. I can’t wait to finish the series!!” ~ Rinda
“I didn’t know what it was to feel until I read this book! Recommended 100%!” ~ Nick Arnold


About the Author
Chrissy Brown
Chrissy Brown is a Contemporary Romance and New Adult Romance author. She lives in Central Florida with her husband, twin girls, two dogs, and the neighborhood cat.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like cuddling on the couch watching movies with her family, reading, Netflix, and beach trips. She reads two to three books a week, but favors stories with strong women, true love, and steamy scenes.
When Chrissy is not sitting at her computer, fantasizing about gorgeous country boys, she is teaching third graders how amazing books are ... and writing, and math. She has also been an amateur wedding photographer and a CNA (to which she gives kudos but says never again).


Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $10 Amazon or B&N gift card or an ebook copy of Come a Little Closer by Chrissy Brown.

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Tuesday, February 5, 2019

"Sourpuss" by Merricat Mulwray


EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Sourpuss
by Merricat Mulwray

Sourpuss by Merricat Mulwray

Sourpuss by Merricat Mulwray is currently on tour with Xpresso Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Sourpuss is a blistering satire of the depraved and entitled culture that pervades college campuses.
Mallory Wahl loathes the campus party scene ...
She’s sprinting through her senior year obsessed with winning a spot on the US Olympic track team. But she runs straight into a hurdle in the form of fraternity president Graham Patterson, an intern assigned to help her recover from an injury – one she blames on him.
Once Graham’s therapies begin to work, Mallory pretends to fall in love but traps herself in her own scheme and tailspins deep into his debauched world. When a scandal erupts which threatens to shatter her Olympic dreams once and for all, Mallory must finally face the dark truth she’s been running from since freshman year.
In the style of a ’90s dark comedy flick, Merricat Mulwray’s debut brings an insightful and humorous perspective to the reckless behavior college students perpetually get away with. Mallory, herself a flawed heroine, is backed by a self-serving cast of athletes, party girls, townies, and fraternity brothers so hilariously dark that the book will leave you wondering if anyone ever gets what they deserve.

Excerpt
“Welcome back to the hellhole!” Mallory announced. Her teammates briefly cheered then returned to making evening plans. Mallory huffed, crossed her arms, and jammed her body further into the back of her seat. She hated getting back to campus once everyone was already in party mode and out for the night. The bus slowed and she glared out of the window at a swaying student pissing on a tree. As he tried to steady himself, his Greek lettered baseball cap slipped off his head into his warm urine pool. “It’s always the same mess,” she grumbled. Her eyes followed an upbeat group of girls so engrossed in their walking dance battle they unintentionally forded the stream of urine.
Mallory was sure she was the only person who knew exactly how things worked and how they should be. She thought that, unlike the rest of the “morons” on campus, she would be leaving on the Olympic track team. My purpose isn’t to spend my nights barfing and fucking randoms in filthy locations. Come summer, I’ll be far, far, away from this bunch of idiot children and their worthless degrees, she thought with a smile.
To her, the brand new stadium and the sports facilities were proof the college only spent money to support those with true talent, the top athletes. She firmly believed it was the athletes who gave credibility to the school and that the general student body was nothing but fodder for the machine. Except the fucking frat boys. They’ll have jobs—not even, they’ll have careers—when they finish and will have earned none of it. The school lets them do whatever the fuck they want, Mallory thought between aggressive pulls on an energy gel.
The bus came to a stop, allowing a herd of Greeks to pass. The driver laid on the horn as they slowly meandered by. The guy in charge of holding up the rear of a blacked-out girl flung her legs down and gave the driver an aggressive middle finger. The scene made Mallory’s lip curl back, exposing the entirety of her gums.
The bus pushed around the curve towards the stadium. She grinned, wishing the driver had plowed through the crosswalk. Mallory forcibly rolled her eyes at another group. Their pants were down to their ankles as they grabbed at the skirts of sorority girls who were wobbling by in a human train, powered by the fifth of Fireball the caboose carried. Those girls are gonna get what’s coming to them. Mallory laughed as she watched one of the girls throw back her head, heave, and vomit into her sister’s beachy waves. Overturned trashcans and broken beer bottles littered the streets. Mallory sighed. They all need to be arrested. But she knew campus police wouldn’t do anything. They were too busy running a revolving door for those too connected to spend any time in jail.
She stretched out her legs and watched her teammates unload.
“Aren’t you going to get off?” asked a freshman whose name Mallory didn’t know.
“Driver. Drop me at home,” Mallory demanded coolly.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“This all aligns with what I have been trying to find in fiction - more books about college students, more books about fraternities, more books about campus climates - making it immediately appealing. And as anyone who has listened to me talk about Heathers or Sharp Objects knows, I have a hard time resisting any story that makes me go ‘That is so f--ed up’ while continuing to consume it without hesitation. It is a relief for me to say Sourpuss easily falls within that category.” ~ Natalie Walton, Managing News Editor - The Review - University Of Delaware
“Perhaps one of the most offensive sick ‘jokes’ in literary history... strongly written ... brutally honest and graphic.” ~ IndieReader


“... Merricat Mulwray, covered every aspect of rape culture and did it with their own twist, that no doubt will grab the attention of every fiction fan out there. From slut shaming, to toxic masculinity and the use of misogynistic language and the objectification of women, you'll want to ask ‘Is this allowed?’ The answer is yes, and it is necessary.” ~ Julia Moro, News Editor - The Good Five Cent Cigar - University of Rhode Island
“... it is exceptionally refreshing to read about a female character unashamed to flaunt her ego ... the novel has no shortage of characters that make an immediate impact on readers.” ~ The Daily Californian / UC Berkeley


“Debauchery, nonsense and some of the most hateable characters ever... I loved it! Darkly hilarious and sharply satirical, Sourpuss is fantastic fun to read.” ~ Amber S, NetGalley

About the Author
Merricat Mulwray
Merricat Mulwray is the collaboration of two sisters. They live in Los Angeles where they hatch plans and develop schemes, sometimes these turn into novels.



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Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a signed copy of Sourpuss by Merricat Mulwray (US/Canada only).

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

"Love by Pranks" by Sunniva Dee


NEW RELEASE and EXCERPT
Love by Pranks
by Sunniva Dee

Love by Pranks by Sunniva Dee

Love by Pranks by Sunniva Dee has just been released and is available for only $0.99 for a limited time. Join the release day party on 28 November for fun, games, and giveaways.



Description
There were three things I, Kitty Hoskins, didn’t know when I moved into the all-girls, non-sorority house Blossom Field Avenue #246:
1) The house opposite ours, #247, is home to the gorgeous jerks of the Iota Fraternity.
2) Lucian Spencer Anderson lives in #247 and is possibly the hottest stripper-slash-social-science student you’ll ever meet.
3) #246 (The Blossoms) and #247 (The Dudes) have the longest standing, most ruthless prank war in the history of rivalries. The only thing the two houses agree on is that they live and breathe for the next battle.
Funny then that the real challenge is the one I never saw coming: an alliance with Lucian Spencer Anderson. When a cold winter threatens the stray cats of Deepsilver, our mutual love for animals forces us to team up. Bad, right? Well, it gets worse: we’re going to need the cooperation of our two houses to pull this thing off.


Excerpt
Worms. It’s midnight in my non-sorority house, and that’s everyone’s vote. I can’t support the Blossom girls’ original wish, though: worms are animals too, and we can’t just prank people with living beings. So that’s why we’re baking. At midnight. It’s Guns’ at the Dude house’s birthday tomorrow, and we will give him a cake for his birthday.
“It’s so genius. You see that, right?” Ninni truly looks like a cartoon character right now. She’s wearing some sort of chef outfit with one of those hats, only it’s violet, offsetting her canary yellow apron.
“I don’t know. Why would they eat it if it comes from us?” I ask. “Don’t they know it’s going to be a prank?”
“That’s the beauty of it—they won’t know! You know how we have prank rules?”
“That only you guys know,” I say, “and they don’t.”
“Yep, except from the no-food-pranks rule.”
“And now we’re breaking it??”
“Exactly! Also, the celebration’s going to be crazy, they’ll have fifty million drunk people hanging out, and they’ll never see it coming.”
Great. I have trustworthy roommates.
“Which means they won’t know we’ve filled the cake with mealworms.” I lift one eyebrow.
Saki waggles both of hers. “Wait and see. Gun’s gonna find out at exactly the right time, and he’s going to shit himself!”
Seraphina tips the frozen mealworms into the flour with practiced hands. It’s as if they do this every weekend. She stirs in sugar, even adds eggs and vanilla essence. When she brings out the orange blossom oil for additional fragrance, what’s-her-name removes it, murmuring about tossing pearls for swine. Seraphina bobs out her agreement.
Frozen mealworms. Those little fuckers are nasty-looking. I have to admit, I’m not much for worms in the first place, but I don’t want them to die if I can help it. Being that these fuckers are already dead, it’s a pretty cool payback for the ladybugs.
Once upon a time, there was a horde of knights in not-exactly-shining armor coming to the rescue of a horde of ladies. Aka, the gross dead mealworms helping all the ladybugs. Who are still alive. Okay, so not helping them, but doing the revenge dance. Dead. In the Dudes’ stomachs.
Bedtime isn’t really bedtime when you have itty bitty puppies. We’re in and out of bed—some of the girls using the litter pans for their babies, while others (Saki) swears she’s going to teach hers to pee in the backyard even if it means no sleep at all. At least she’s taking it seriously.
At breakfast everyone’s sleepy, even the Blossoms without puppies.
“Blue dye for the cake glazing,” Ninni proclaims as she twines her pigtails into Leia buns over her ears.
“Not pink?” someone says in a sad tone.
“The Dudes are so stupid they think they’ll be emasculated by eating anything pink,” she replies.
“Also, it matches your outfit.”
“Which I’m not wearing tonight. I’ll wear pink,” she says, laughing.
“You’ll wear pink so the dudes don’t get tempted into flirting with you?” I ask.
“Funny enough,” Seraphina says, lifting a diamond-crusted nail in the air. “They’re all about pink when it comes to women.”
Prank wars I’ve never been a part of before. I have no brothers and only one sister, and she’s the daintiest princess you ever met, so not much experience with tricks at all. I guess it’s the clique feeling in Blossom Field Avenue #246 that I’m enjoying. Us against the Dudes.
Yep, I am liking this!
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“I really really loved this book, it was like being on a crazy train going full stream ahead into Romcom heaven. It takes you on an hilarious ride, and you don't want to get off. It's funny, and witty and Sunniva's writing is comically fantastic and the characters she has created I just adored, they were so easy to love. It is a brilliant and enjoyable read which I highly recommend.” ~ Cat Wright
“She does it again... This author consistently impresses and amazes me with the characters she has running through her head. It was funny, cute, and super HOT, all of which are classic Sunniva Dee. I loved the other characters also (my favorite is Picasso) and can't wait for their stories. As far as Lucian and Kitty go, I loved their journey, chuckled throughout and the background plots really kept me turning the pages. I'm really satisfied with their ending and I hope we get to revisit them in future books, especially if there are drunk conversations involved.” ~ joskypay
“… this book had me laughing so hard that my stomach started hurting. While reading you will be rooting for the couples and waiting to see what they come up with next. I definitely would recommend this book to anyone who loves great pranks and an awesome love story.” ~ kathleen page
“Oh my god! I haven't laughed so much in a long time! What an absolutely brilliant book. This book will lift every single spirit! I adore the Dudes and the Blossoms, and have relished every minute spent in the company of the delightful Kitty, Lucian and the rest of this totally charming, mischievous bunch. Cannot wait to read more.” ~ Garden girl


About the Author
Sunniva Dee
I'm a lover of everything beautifully written no matter the genre.
As an author, I pen flawed characters. I seek the flip side where the soul hides, and once there, I want to be pulled out of my comfort zone by stories that take on a life of their own.
I've committed paranormal and young adult books. I've done contemporary romance verging on erotica, and I've dabbled in supernatural mystery. But my heart is anchored in new adult of the true kind: unapologetic young adult that's all grown up, with conflicts and passions familiar to college-aged readers and people who remember those days like they happened last night.


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