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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!
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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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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

"Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight" by Sunniva Dee

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight
(Rock Gods Book 3)
by Sunniva Dee

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight (Rock Gods Book 3) by Sunniva Dee

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight, the third standalone book in the Rock Gods series by Sunniva Dee, has just been released and is available for only $0.99 for a limited time. Also available: Walking Heartbreak and In the Absence of You.

Walking Heartbreak by Sunniva DeeIn the Absence of You by Sunniva Dee


This release blitz and giveaway is hosted by Social Butterfly PR.



Description
A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video ... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it.
Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past.
“Clown Irruption’s smash hit goes from hawt to adult!”— Star Report, April Edition.
The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked.
And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did.
“Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape!”—Fan Chicks, May Edition.
I cowered behind enemy lines.
Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour.
It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations.
See, Troy Armstrong was formidable.
We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet.
A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush.
I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s.
“Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike.”—Tabloid Minute, June Edition.
As Hailey’s web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible.


Excerpt
I hear the roars from the audience as the band members get onstage one after the other. The cheers start in the pit and travel backward, growing into a sea of sound. Troy needs to follow suit immediately. He is, after all, their drummer. I watch the ever-more frustrated Troll bicker with him.
My friend nudges me in the shoulder. “Give him a kiss.” Waris keeps her voice low so I’m the only one who can hear her.
Color crawls up my face. “What? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Just give him a kiss. I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but look at him. He doesn’t want to go onstage without something from you.”
My cheeks flame as I stare at him. Still arguing, his hands are in the air, lazily gesticulating. He’s about to cause their tour manager a coronary.
“You think that’s what it is?” I ask.
Waris shrugs. “Test it.”
I walk up to them, interrupting Troll’s repetition of how he’s only doing the exact same thing he always does, and how the hell is Troy worried about his cymbals now when he was fine and dandy during sound check?
“Troy?” My voice is thin with shyness, but he has no problem hearing me. He turns right away. Brave, I slide my arms around his waist. For one horrifying moment, I think he won’t receive me. But then his arms go around me too, and my heart is beating as I hug myself tighter to him than I’d planned.
The hope in his gaze makes my heart constrict. I spread my fingers up his jaw. Tip his face downward while his eyes widen for me.
One soft kiss. Another. I let my tongue out to play too, slipping in between his lips, until he’s cradling my face too.
“Jesus Christ,” the tour manager mutters. “Okay. Time to go. They’re fucking shouting your name out there. What’s wrong with you?”
“Sure thing.” Troy chuckles. His eyes narrow with happy tenderness before he gives me another kiss. “See you after?”
“I’ll be watching from the sidelines.”
His smile is magnificent as he takes a few steps backward and raises a hand in greeting. Then, he turns and jogs to the stage entrance.
Waris and I follow at a leisurely pace. I’m still smiling.
“What a difference, huh?” Waris says, winking at me.
I give her a playful eye-roll as we enter from the left side of the stage and take our seats next to Nadia and Zoe.
The audience discovers him, and the rhythmic shouts of “Troy! Troy! Troy!” dissipate in favor of a wave of cheers.
“Glad you could make it, man,” Emil, the singer, rumbles into the microphone, making us all laugh. “We were gonna be here all night anyway, so you know—whenever.”
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Praise for the Book
“Only a skilled author would tackle a story like Troy and Aishe's. Only a great one would succeed. Thank you, Sunniva Dee, for turning the book I didn't know I wanted into one of my top reads of 2018.” ~ Alyson Santos, bestselling author
“Sunniva Dee's writing will have you transfixed, Beautiful, passionate, and mesmerizing this is one hell of a breathtaking read. I highly recommend it.” ~ Cat, Amazon reviewer
“Have you ever experienced that feeling of complete weightlessness? OMG, y'all, this book is EVERYTHING!!” ~ Lager & Lefse Book Blog
“What a fabulous story Seven Minutes 'til Midnight was. I want my own sexy drummer.” ~ Bad and Dirty Books
“A seductive example of character driven romance.” ~ A British Bookworm
“In a year when the ‘#me too’ movement is exploding, Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight takes a refreshing, honest look at male-female relationships and struggles, as well as challenging our perceptions of love, friendship (male and female), sex, celebrities, and the media.” ~ Cafekim, Amazon reviewer


About the Author
Sunniva Dee
So you know I’m a writer. I write literary romances that are full of substance and romance. I tend to write in my head all the time, like when I sleep, breath, pet cats, am forced to make dinner, and even while doing my job as an adviser for students at an art college in the South—
I mean … I—I—I write at other times too.
I love international flights when they’re delayed and my Mac and I can dive into a bar. There’s nothing better than an hour or two lost (too quickly) in pages I didn’t know were waiting for me.
I hate schedules, real life, cross-country skiing, and moodiness not inside of me. Not that I enjoy it in me. I’m just used to it, and it feeds scenes in my books, see?
I giggle at everything. I don’t judge easily. People say I’m kind/genuine/shy/stubborn/annoying/aloof/boring, but above it all, I am passionate. A Dragon of the Chinese zodiac and an Aquarius with all-the-air and the brightest color palette. Incidentally, that last fact could be why no one wants to buy the house I’ve got for sale.
But mostly, I love to write.


Giveaway
Enter the author’s giveaway for a chance to win a signed copy of Seven Minutes 'til Midnight by Sunniva Dee or a $25 Amazon gift card.


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