**Book Blitz** The Crimson Series Box Set by Amos Cassidy

Title: The Crimson Series Box Set

Author: Amos Cassidy       

Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:

For a limited time only, all three books in the Crimson Series are collected together in this box set.

A Dark Urban Fantasy saga, filled with supernatural intrigue. There are twists, turns and characters that will make your legs go weak... 

Amos Cassidy - a team of two. Amos is a 30 year old Diva and Cassidy a 37 year old mum of three.  Aside from a passion for writing and a love of reading they also share an addiction to coffee, love anything Joss Whedon and are constantly playing tug of war over Jensen Ackles.

They have been writing together for five years, having written three books in 'The Crimson Series', and their latest novel - the first book in a brand new series - 'The Rain: Rebirth', which is out now.

Buy Links (for the box set):

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Series-Box-Amos-Cassidy-ebook/dp/B00KAYZRF4/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1400754639&sr=8-4&keywords=amos+cassidy

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Crimson-Series-Box-Amos-Cassidy-ebook/dp/B00KAYZRF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400754684&sr=1-1&keywords=crimson+series+box+set

Author Links:

Website: http://amoscassidy.com/
Crimson Series Blog: http://crimsonseries.wordpress.com/
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amos-Cassidy-World/172592816124684
Twitter: https://twitter.com/amoscassidy
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5762034.Amos_Cassidy
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/amoscassidy/

EXCERPT (from Crimson Midnight):

1. GOODBYE FOR NOW

Rose stood in the bedroom doorway, shoulder propped against the doorframe, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her low-rise Levis. She cocked her head, watching Greg’s backside moving back and forth like an overactive piston.

Had it always been that hairy?

She cleared her throat. “I guess you’re busy,” she said, “maybe I should pop back later.”

The piston halted and Greg practically threw himself off his bed partner as if she were an unwanted hot potato. “Fuck! Rose! Fuck!”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Rose said.

“What are you…I mean, when did you-”

“Get here?” she glanced casually at her wristwatch. “About five minutes ago.”

She noticed him surreptitiously pull the bedspread up to cover his crotch.  “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I thought I’d surprise you.” She pushed herself off the doorframe sauntering into the room. “I guess I succeeded.”

A petite five foot four, with the elfin doe-eyed features of a Manga sketch topped with long golden hair, Rose didn’t look like a threat. In fact, she was pretty certain that she would have been cast as the lead in any production of ‘Legally Blonde’ on looks alone, but the tussled brunette, frozen on the bed, saw something in Rose’s sapphire gaze that galvanised her into action. She shot off the bed making a grab for a pair of lacy red underwear on the floor.

“Sit!” Rose said.

The brunette froze, her fingers mere inches from the lacy garment that would cover her Brazilian-waxed bits.  Yeah, Rose wished she’d missed that bit.

Rose smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Please don’t leave on my account. This won’t take more than a minute.”  She strode casually to the bedside cabinet on the brunette’s side of the bed, and felt her shrink away.  Ignoring her she began to rummage inside.

Greg pulled on his boxers. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my stuff.” She pulled out a couple of paperbacks, her overnight cosmetics bag and her hardback copy of ‘The Kama Sutra’. It felt tacky and sticky.  Rose cracked it open and frowned. “You got spunk stains on my book.” She threw the book onto the bed wiping her hands on her jeans.  She shoved the rest of her stuff into her backpack, which lay on the floor by the bedside table. Swinging the pack onto her shoulder she headed for the door.  She felt Greg behind her, his breath hot on the nape of her neck.

“What, so that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?” He made a grab for her shoulder and she shrugged him off.

“Threesomes are really not my thing,” she said and carried on down the hallway.  She needed to get out of here quick before…

“This is all your fault you know!”

She paused, hand on the banister. Now this she had to hear.  She turned to face him.

He had his arms crossed across his broad chest, tanned and speckled with dark hair. She had loved lying on that chest. Her eyes travelled up to settle on his face.  He wore his favourite expression– smug.  “Enlighten me.”

He shrugged, “If you’d put out more often this would never have happened. A man has needs you know, and you’re always busy-”

And then he was on the floor clutching his nose.  Rose blinked staring at her fist, feeling the anger, which had erupted so suddenly, dissipate.  The roaring in her ears subsided and she heard Greg whimper.

“Wha…Wha ya do tha fa?”

Some questions don’t deserve a response.

Rose turned on her heel and walked away

**Release Day Blitz** Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel

Title: Stripped From You (Prequel to Strip Me Bare)
Author: Marissa Carmel         

Genre: New Adult
Released Date: June 1^st, 2014

Cover Design by: Cover Me, Darling

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

*Author Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author suggests reading Strip Me Bare first.

Blurb:

You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 

"It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."

Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again.

For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18484521-stripped-from-you

Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.

Links:

GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5211765.Marissa_Carmel

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Marissa Carmel/e/B005OKFXXU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1361243544&sr=8-2

Twitter: https://twitter.com/marissacarmel      Handle:  @marissacarmel

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Web/Blog: http://marissacarmel.com/

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Playlist:

Hold on, We’re Going Home- Drake

The Other Side- Jason Derulo

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Dark Horse- Katy Perry

Say Something- A Great Big World

Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey

Royals- Lorde

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course not, I just met you.”

“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”

She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth.

I can’t believe I just did that.

I can’t believe she just let me.

After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.

“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.

“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”

“Was that crazy?”

“Let’s do it again and find out.”

I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before I lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.

I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her.

“You can dance?”

“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.

Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.

“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.

Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.

Damn.

She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.

“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.

  

*Release Day Blitz* Alice's Insurrection by Andrea DiGiglio

Title: Alice’s Insurrection (Alice Clark, 3)

Author: Andrea DiGiglio

Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Synopsis-

(Third and final installment of the Alice Clark Series.) Alice returns home in ruins but remains the strongest one of her Fallen family. With Cole at her side, they prepare for one final battle as the world they live in begins to crumble. As her abilities grow, determined to save the Fallen, Nephilim and all of mankind. Alice stands against God, Rogziel and all those who dare to hurt her family. To save everyone she must decide to choose to fulfill a destiny set in motion many years ago. Even if it kills her.

Born and raised in Michigan, Andrea has always been a writer at heart. She currently resides in Michigan with her son, "her world". Over the last decade she has written, starred and directed in many screenplays. In the last few years she decided to return to writing novels and hasn't looked back since, giving her work my full attention. "I am very excited to share the worlds I create, with all of you dreamers."

Links:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrea-DiGiglio/158314532770?bookmark_t=page

www.twitter.com/andreadigiglio

www.andreadigiglio.com

http://andrea-digiglio.blogspot.com

**Book Blitz** Take Care, Sara by Lindy Zart

Title: Take Care, Sara

Author: Lindy Zart   

Genre: Inspirational RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Synopsis:

You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know is gone.

Sara Walker knows firsthand what it feels like to have your reality ripped away, scrambled, and shoved back at you in an undone puzzle where pieces are missing and nothing fits. She's lost so much and is struggling to live and to find the strength to forgive herself for being human. With the help of Lincoln, her husband's brother, Sara realizes it's not about finding who she used to be, but about finding who she is now.

You breathe in, you breathe out, and everything you know isn't gone, but reborn.

Lindy Zart has been writing since she was a child. Luckily for readers, her writing has improved since then. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, two sons, and one cat. Lindy loves hearing from people who enjoy her work.

Author Links: 

https://twitter.com/lindyzart

https://www.facebook.com/lindyzart

http://www.goodreads.com/lindyzart

http://www.amazon.com/author/lindyzart

http://lindyzartauthor.blogspot.com

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Take-Care-Sara-Lindy-Zart-ebook/dp/B00D45CBPU/ref=la_B00A7CHXGU_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1400814268&sr=1-4

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/take-care-sara-lindy-zart/1115655114?ean=2940149468416

“Remember the day on the river when we went tubing a few summers back?”

Sara shifted the gear from reverse to forward, eyes darting over cars and trucks in the immediate vicinity. “Yes. What about it?” She stalled at the stop sign, not wanting to go at the same time another vehicle intended to. A horn honked and she jumped, glancing in the rearview mirror at the large white truck behind her.

“I think it’s your turn to go,” he said dryly.

The truck crept forward. Lincoln laughed, which caused her face to burn, but Sara ignored him, concentrating on driving.

“Remember how Cole was determined to knock us off the tube?”

The sun was burning down on them. The inner tube bobbed up and down in the small waves made by other boats, splashing warm brown river water on her. Sara smelled seaweed and sand, the faint scent of fish in the air. She was on her stomach, one arm under Lincoln’s hard chest, the other pulled toward her with her and Lincoln’s arms crisscrossed over each other’s, both hands locked on the handles. Her lifejacket dug into her ribs, slightly raised over her shoulders from the way she was laying.

Water glistened down his face as he turned his head to grin at her, his gray eyes sparkling silver in the sunlight. “Ready?”

Sara glanced up at the white and green pontoon boat and saw Cole watching her with a certain gleam in his crystal blue eyes. His light brown hair was streaked with gold from the sun, his body tanned and toned from working outdoors on an almost daily basis. A slow smile curved his lips, turning her into a fiery ball of need. Her eyes stayed locked with his, promises communicated back and forth. He winked at her.

“You know he’s going to try to dump us, don’t you?”

“I told him not to.” She glanced at Lincoln, saw his eyes were on her.

“He still will. You know that, right?”

She locked her jaw, nodding. “I do.”

Cole laughed, raising his bottle of water in a salute and turning to the seat behind the dashboard of the boat.

“Wrap your leg around mine.”

She shot him a look.

The boat started, a low purr filling the air.

He rolled his eyes. “I know you’d like any excuse to touch me and I really shouldn’t encourage your behavior, but unless you want to take a bath in the not so clean Mississippi, you’ll wrap your leg around mine.”

The boat started to move, gaining speed as it went.

“Sara.” Without thinking, she edged closer to Lincoln, his muscled leg twining around hers. “Hang on,” he shouted as the boat slammed forward, the tube gliding along the river after it.

“You can pull over now.”

She blinked. Trees and rolling hills loomed ahead. They were almost in the country. Sara shook her head. “No. I’m okay.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. Just tell me where to go.”

He didn’t speak for a time, and then said, “Okay.”

“Why’d you bring that up?”

“What?”

“The river. Tubing.”

“It was the first thing I could think of to take your mind off driving. Did it help?”

She nodded, taking a slow breath. “Yes.”

“Good. Turn left up here. The first house on the right. It’s blue. See it?”

“I see it.”

“And we’re here.”

She turned the key and the engine went silent. Her taut nerves were slightly relaxed, her breathing close to normal. She let her hands drop to her lap, staring at the red barn to the left of the house. A chicken darted past as she watched.

“Way to go, Sara Lynne.” He gently slugged her shoulder with his fist.

She turned to him. “Why that memory?”

He shrugged, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I told you—”

“He dumped us. He dumped us and then I hit the water and was sucked down. My lifejacket got stuck on a limb underwater. I couldn’t get it loose and I was fighting to undo the lifejacket. I even thought maybe I would die.” She was breathing fast, the words stumbling from her lips.

“Sara—”

“You found me. Somehow. You got the lifejacket off me and you pulled me from the water. The boat was coming back around. Your arms were locked around me tight. You had to be tired, but you never let me go. He was frantic, hauling me up first, hugging me, kissing me, telling me he was sorry. You got into the boat, you spun him around, and you punched him in the face. Spencer and Gracie were there, on the boat. Spencer had to pull you off him. You shouted things.” She suddenly stopped, a lump in her throat. She couldn’t say anymore.

“I told him he was an idiot.”

Other things. You said other things too. But all she said was, “Right.”

“Ready to work?”

“Lead the way, boss.” She followed him as he crossed the yard to get to the house, but her mind was still stuck on that day.

“You knew she didn’t want to be dumped! What the fuck were you thinking? She could have drowned. Fucking idiot,” Lincoln snapped and turned away from his brother, incalculable rage flashing in his eyes, stiffening his jaw.

Sara watched him storm to the back of the boat, ignoring Gracie when she tried to talk to him. She’d never seen him so furious before—never. Lincoln’s red plaid swim trunks were stuck to his legs like another layer of skin, his broad back taut. She was stunned by his reaction. Looking at Cole, she knew he was too.

Cole turned to her, his features tight. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I was just having some fun. You’re okay?”

She wiped water from her face, nodding. The outdoor carpet of the boat prickled her soft flesh and she moved to stand. “I’m okay.”

He helped her up, wrapping his arms around her. “If anything had happened to you—”

“It didn’t,” she broke in, eyes on Lincoln. He stared out at the endless water, profile carved from stone. He’d isolated himself from the rest of them, as though he didn’t want their taint of irresponsibility near him, or maybe just his brother’s.

“Because of Lincoln.”

Something in his tone made her glance at him, the flatness of it maybe. “Are you mad that he saved me?” Incredulity made her voice higher than it usually was.

He scowled, dropping his arms from her. “No.”

“Well, that’s good, because the alternative was drowning.”

The scowl deepened. “I know. It’s just…I’m supposed to save you, not him. I’m supposed to be there for you, not him.”

“You were too busy having fun driving the boat and trying to dump us,” she snapped.

“I know. I’m an ass.”

Her anger faded at the look on her husband’s face. It was full of self-recrimination.

“And proud.”

He nodded somberly. “That too.”

She felt herself soften toward him, as she always did. He looked so young, so pitiful. “I still love you.”

Cole looked up, flashing a grin brighter than the sun. “Good to know.”

“But if I was dead, I wouldn’t.”

“I’d still love you even if I was dead,” he retorted, trailing a hand along her hip and causing her to shiver.

“Okay, you two, it’s fun watching you almost make out and everything, but can we get going?” Spencer asked from where he lounged on the seat, Gracie beside him.

Cole moved to captain the boat and Sara walked toward Lincoln. The boat lurched forward as it accelerated and she grabbed the ledge to steady herself. She adjusted the yellow swim shorts as she neared him, tightening the straps of the turquoise bikini top. He didn’t look at her as she approached, his cool gaze trained ahead.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, sitting in the seat next to him.

Lincoln glanced at her. “I was scared out of mind, when you went under and I couldn’t see you. I—”

“Earth to Sara.” She ran into Lincoln’s chest, his hands steadying her as he set her back. “Sleepwalking again?”

She shrugged, her face burning. I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to you.That’s what he’d said. She hadn’t wanted to think about what it could have or could not have meant at the time. She wasn’t inclined to think about it that much now either. And yet…why had he brought up that day? Was he trying to tell her something without telling her something? Was she looking into it too much? Did he want her to remember what he’d said? Did Lincoln remember what he’d said?

“Why that day?” she pressed. An icy sharp wind started, tousling her hair around her face. Sara impatiently pushed it behind her ears, not letting him look away.

His neck convulsed as he swallowed. But he didn’t look away. Lincoln’s eyes were zeroed in on hers, looking at her in a way that made pressure form in her chest. “That was the day things changed for me.”

“Meaning?”

He finally looked away, tapping a pad of paper against his thigh. “Do you remember what I said to you, after it happened?”

She wasn’t prone to lying. She didn’t like being lied to and she didn’t like doing it to others. He was so intense, so still as he waited, like what she said mattered astronomically to him. Lie, Sara. For him. For you. Lie.

She opened her mouth.

**Release Day Blitz & Giveaway** Forever Layla by Melissa Turner Lee

Title: Forever Layla

Author: Melissa Turner Lee          

Genre: NA Time Travel RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:What if the woman you envied most is the person you are destined to become?

In 1994, high school senior David Foster was the lackey and soundboard geek for his best friend's grunge band. During spring break, the band lands a dream gig playing at a motel in Myrtle Beach, SC. David expected all the girls to ogle the guys on stage, but when a beautiful blond "Bond Girl" approaches him and calls him by name, he's shocked to find out she knows more about him than a stranger should.

She even knows about his notebooks and his visions of time travel.

What she thought was a quick time-travel-sightseeing trip takes a surprising turn when she meets the young adult version of the man she'd heard stories about as a child. His fairy-tale romance with the woman he'd loved, Layla, inspired her to accept nothing less than a love just as strong...but hopefully not as tragic. When she won't tell the younger version of him her name, he calls her Layla--and the world as she knows it changes forever.

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20987577-forever-layla

Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.

Author Links:

Blog: http://melissaturnerlee.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/melissaturnerlee

Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975

Buy Link:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Forever-Layla-Time-Travel-Romance-ebook/dp/B00KJHPW5M/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1401046644&sr=1-2

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