RELEASE WEEK BLITZ: Fury by Fisher Amelie (The Seven Deadly Series)

 

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FURY Excerpt:      
FURY Synopsis: Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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FURY Excerpt:

I decided that night I no longer cared to get myself under control. I decided I wanted a drink instead.

“Vi, one more?”

            “Sure, darlin’.”

I nodded when she set down the glass and walked toward another customer.

            “I’m surprised you’re in here again,” I heard over my shoulder, and I tensed.

            “What are you doing here?” I asked Finley.

            “Lookin’ for your dumb ass.”

            “Why?” I asked as she sat down beside me.

            “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m an idiot? Maybe because I’m bored?” She sighed. “I don’t know.”

            The bell above the door rang out and we both turned to see Spencer Blackwell and Cricket Hunt walk in holding hands as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

            I narrowed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “What the fuck are they doing here?” I asked no one.

            My eyes locked in on them as they moved to the opposite side of the large room. They had no idea I was there. They sat together, totally unaware that their mere existence in that moment bruised me more brutally than I’d felt in a long time. I studied Caroline, the palm of my hand absently rubbing at the knot in the center of my chest. My Caroline. She had no idea just how much she’d worn me out since we’d broken up, worn my body and my soul. I felt too heavy to carry around since she’d gone from me. Far too heavy. She’d been unintentionally cruel, but cruel nonetheless. So I swallowed back the lump in my throat, a lump she’d put there with our childhood memories, our laughs, our love. The ache. The awful ache she caused me.

I continued to watch her. She was laughing, so happy, and very much in the moment with him. And that’s when I saw it. Saw what Finley and everyone else saw. She had never looked at me the way she was looking at him, and I was suddenly sick with jealousy and a terrible, terrible hatred. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and I snapped. My hands trembled on the surface of my glass and I breathed from my nose in seething anger.

Finley whipped her head my direction, her eyes wide. “Let’s go,” she pleaded.

“Get out of here,” I ordered her.

“No,” she whispered, placing her hand on my own.

I peered into her eyes. “Just. Go.”

I stood up and threaded my way through the bodies. There was nothing planned, no finite idea, but I knew I wanted to get to my truck, the passenger side, the glove box. I shoved through the bar door and into the summer night, my blood pumping through my veins. My truck was parked in the space closest to the street, and each footstep it took to get me there felt like an eternity. I clomped through the gravel lot and threw open the passenger door. I’d forgotten that the glove box had been locked. My hand found my pocket to dig out my keys but they were stuck at odd angles, making it difficult or maybe it was that I was too drunk to remove them with any kind of finesse. This made me pause, but my body couldn’t catch up with the thought and I pitched forward, my hand clumsily finding the edge of the roof of the cab. I swayed and the memory of his hand on her neck renewed my fury.

“I told you you’d feel my wrath, Spencer Blackwell,” I spoke to no one. “And I never break a promise.”

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About Fisher Amelie: Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.    

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REVIEW & RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: Asa by Jay Crownover

 
Holy smokes!! We are so excited to bring you the Release Week Blitz for Jay Crownover's ASA! ASA is a New Adult Contemporary Romance novel being published by HarperCollins, and it is the 6^th book in The Marked Men Series. We sure hope you're ready for this amazing book!

 

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Jay Crownover’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling Marked Men series continues with the much anticipated story of southern charmer and certified criminal Asa Cross.

Starting over in Denver with a whole new circle of friends and family, Asa Cross struggles with being the man he knows everyone wants him to be and the man he knows he really is. A leopard doesn’t it change its spots and Asa has always been a predator. He doesn’t want to hurt those who love and rely on him, especially one luscious arresting cop who suddenly seems to be interested in him for far more than his penchant for breaking the law. But letting go of old habits is hard, and it’s easy to hit bottom when it’s the place you know best. Royal Hastings is quickly learning what the bottom looks like after a tragic situation at work threatens not only her career but her partner’s life. As a woman who has only ever had a few real friends she’s trying to muddle through her confusion and devastation all alone. Except she can’t stop thinking about the sexy southern bartender she locked up. Crushing on Asa is the last thing she needs but his allure is too strong to resist. His long criminal record can only hurt her already shaky career and chasing after a guy who has no respect for the law or himself can only end in heartbreak. A longtime criminal and a cop together just seems so wrong . . . but for Asa and Royal, being wrong together is the only right choice to make.  

Shel: I know many readers will start this book with mixed emotions--excited to read about another couple in the Marked Men series and sad to know it's the final book of the series. I completely get it--that conflicted emotional state, but I guess my desire to sink into Jay Crownover's world outweighed everything else and I jumped in. Court: Correct. Because early on...Asa made himself very hard to love...or even like...so I was excited to see if Jay could pull it off.

Shel: You can see from the synopsis that on the surface a relationship between Asa and Royal doesn't make sense, but when does the fictional romance world ever make a ton of sense? When does the real world make sense? I'm discovering that it rarely does. So yeah, having a man with a criminal past and a cop get together..hmmm. IT TOTALLY WORKS. Asa is swoonworthy with his southern swagger and self deprecation and Royal is such a strong and focused force of nature--they had to work. Court: I really enjoyed these two characters, because it definitely was almost opposite of our normal alpha male MO. I even made a lady-in-uniform shelf on goodreads, to go right along with my men-in-uniform one...because we love us some badass ladies around here. I also can appreciate the attributes that Shel mentioned, and the setting of Denver was fun too. Excitement all around when I started this one...and being out of the book funk coninues! Yes! 

Shel: So why do they work? They work because from the beginning they both identified something in the other that no one else seemed to be able to 'get'. Both of them were struggling under the weight of guilt and shame and hurt and even though everyone in their lives were quick to point out their rightness or goodness, neither of them would hear it, believe it, or shed the burden that they carried...that is until they spent time together.  Court: I love a love that makes sense but doesn't make sense. And if you understood me, you definitely understood Shel and can appreciate this book! 

Shel: Initially both Asa and Royal stubbornly held onto their guilt/shame/hurt but as the pages turned, Royal began to see what it was doing to them both and to their friends and family; she saw how it was eating Asa from the inside out and knew that that was not the life she wanted for herself, or for him. It was her strength and insight and insistence on ignoring all of Asa's well-meaning 'warnings' that things started to look hopeful. IF ONLY IT WAS THAT EASY. It's never easy...and I'll just leave it at that. You'll understand once you read it. Court: Yep. It's not. But...I appreciated both of their honesty, all of the time. It was refreshing and even when games were played...we knew it, he knew it, she knew it....and she called him out on it. I was in awe of this strong female character, and not because it is a rarity to find, but because it isn't...and we love it every time we experience it. Asa was my favorite because he is turning his life around and turning himself into something he recognizes, but I'm not sure knew what to do with and that was a great time too. 

Shel: I liked that Jay Crownover had Royal call Asa on all of his manipulations and games. I liked that she gave her the clarity to see things--to step out of her pity party of one and look at the big picture and make some decisions that a less mature character could not or would not have made. I also liked that Asa had a second chance at life and that even when he didn't always believe that he'd earned it, he still took the hard steps forward to embrace a life with friends and family and honesty. Court: She did that. And Royal is pretty fierce, and strong and vulnerable all at once...and it is because of her life experiences that this is so. I loved her relationship with her friend Dominic, but I AM sad that we didn't get as much of him as I would like. She's so strong, and I can't quit saying that, so sorry...but I loved when she went after what she wanted. She is fierce. And I loved it. 

Shel: For those who've read all of the books in this series, I think you'll put down this finally book and feel satisfied with how it ends (and delighted about the spin-off series to come). Court: I am satisfied. And delighted. And all around can't wait for more from Jay Crownover because her writing hits me in all of the right places, and I can't get enough! 

EXCERPT:

      I pulled the Nova to a stop in front of a duplex that had clearly seen better days. It wasn’t a rusted-out trailer in Kentucky, but it might as well have been. I turned off the ignition and sat back in the seat so I could turn to look at Ayden. She was watching me carefully and I could see how frustrated she was with the entire conversation in the way her shoulders were tensed up and the way her hands had curled into tight balls on her lap. It was the way she used to look whenever I got into trouble and she had to do something desperate and drastic to get me out of it. I reached out a hand and put it on top of her fists. “I died in that hospital, Ayd. There were no angels playing harps. There was no redemption and repentance. I died and it was very clear that I was going to get exactly the kind of fate I had been courting with all the messed-up shit I had been doing to other people. All I could see was every wrong I had ever committed and every bad decision I had ever made exploding all around me. For once I could see how all of that affected you. I was dying, and I knew what was waiting for me on the other side, yet I couldn’t go knowing that was all you were going to have to remember me by. I had to come back and give you something else to hold on to, some kind of good memory to go with the endless miles of bad I laid at your feet. I wanted to have the chance to show you I could be the kind of brother you deserved all along, so no, I didn’t save myself—you saved me. Just like you’ve always done for my entire life.” I saw her bottom lip tremble until she snapped her teeth around it to keep it still. Her fists unclenched below my palm and she curled her shaking fingers around my hand and her already husky voice rasped with even more emotion when she told me what I think I had needed to hear from her all along. “I have always been proud that you’re my brother, Asa. Yes, there have been times in the past I would have gladly fed you to the wolves, and it’s no secret that I had to leave home because I didn’t know what to do to help you anymore, but we both made it out alive and are better people for it. I know you’re sorry for the way things went down when we were younger, but I need you to open your eyes and take some credit for the way you have turned it around to make things the way they are now. I’ve long since come to terms with the Asa from my childhood. What I want to do is love the Asa that’s here with me now. You need to let go of those boulders weighted with all the bad things from past that are dragging you down before you get crushed under them.” It was eerily similar to what Royal had been telling me the deeper and deeper I sank in with her. I don’t think I was ready to let any part of those stones go just yet, but a sexy redhead was slowly and surely eroding bits and pieces of the rock the more and more time I spent with her. By the time she was done, maybe she would be able to carve out something that was worthwhile, something that didn’t eviscerate me to look at. I leaned over enough that I could kiss Ayden right on the center of her forehead between her midnight eyebrows and I felt her let out a shuddering sigh. “I’m never going to let you down again, Ayd. That is the one and only thing in the entire world that I can promise and know it’s a promise I will keep.” We stared at each other for a long and silent moment. The seriousness of the words I had said to her and the fact that I could see that she understood that I really, truly meant them finally worked to absolve me of some of the guilt that seemed to suffocate me whenever I thought about the things she had done to keep me safe.

 

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About Jay Crownover:Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She also introduced the dark and sexy world of The Point that started with BETTER WHEN HE's BAD and is currently working on her newest series The Saints of Denver. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.

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RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: Right King of Wrong by Chelsea Fine

RIGHT KIND OF WRONG by Chelsea Fine (March 3, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback)

Sometimes when perfect falls apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . .

Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father's protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she's forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla's seen his type before. But Daren isn't who he seems to be . . .

Struggling to make amends for his family's mistakes, Daren has a life more Oliver Twist than Richie Rich these days. He's beyond grateful that James Turner included him in his will, but working with Turner's princess of a daughter to fulfill his cryptic last wish is making Daren wonder if being broke is really so bad. Still, she's just as beautiful as she is stubborn, and the more time he spends with Kayla, the less it feels right being without her. Soon Daren and Kayla begin to wonder if maybe the best gift Kayla's dad could have left them . . . was each other.

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Opening my car door, I slide into the driver’s seat, turn to put the key in

the ignition and—

“Ahh!” Jumping back, I thwack my open palm against the gigantic body of 

pure muscle seated in the passenger seat. “Dammit, Jack! You scared me!”

“Good morning.” He grins.

“What are you doing in my car?” I snap, throwing him some serious stink 

“I’m going with you to Louisiana.” He nods to a large duffle bag in the 

backseat.

I blink. “Uh, no you’re not.”

“Uh, yes I am.”

“Like hell.”

He crinkles his brow. “I’ve never understood that phrase. But okay. I’ll go 

with you ‘like hell,’ whatever that means.”

“Get out of my car.” I point to the door.

“Oh, Jenna.” He clucks his tongue. “This will be good for both of us. 

Listen.” He casually leans against the passenger window and pierces me with his 

gray eyes. “For reasons beyond my control, I need to go back home. And for 

reasons beyond your control, so do you. And since our ‘homes’ are right next door 

to one another, I figured we’d carpool to Louisiana and you can just drop me off 

at Little Vail on your way to New Orleans.”

He gives me that little-boy smile of his and it’s all I can do not to lean 

forward and soak it in. I hate me.

“I don’t see how that’s good for me,” I say. “At all.”

He shrugs. “You get some company on the road.”

I nod with a clenched jaw. “And you get a free ride.”

His smile grows and I instantly realize that was the wrong thing to say.

“Precisely,” he says.

I can’t afford to spend any excessive time with Jack. Not just because we 

fight, but because of what happened last year. It was one crazy night when we 

were both drunk, and we never spoke of it after the fact, but our “friendship” has 

been tense ever since.

“Well, I don’t need any company,” I say, shaking my head.

“Sure you do,” he says easily. “Everyone needs company.”

“Not me. So get out.”

He grins. “No.”

God I hate him. But not really.

God I hate that I don’t hate him.

I jut my chin and stare him over. “Fine. If you won’t remove yourself…” 

Exiting the car, I stomp around the hood to his door, yank it open, and wrap my 

hands around his bicep. Then I start pulling.

He doesn’t budge. Like, he literally doesn’t move an inch as I tug at his 

oversized arm and grunt like I’m trying to move a massive piece of hardwood 

furniture and not a human being.

His eyes dance as he watches my struggle. “What’s your plan here, Jenna? 

Haul me out of the car and leave me in the street?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound friendly at all,” he says, flicking the lever to 

recline to seat a bit so he looks even more relaxed than before.

“I wasn’t trying to be friendly,” I grit out.

“Clearly.”

I try pulling him out again, to no avail. He’s giant and solid, and honestly, 

just touching him is turning me on.

I drop my hands and glower at him. “You can’t just tell me that you’re 

coming along on my road trip.”

He cocks his head. “Would you feel better if I asked?”

“Not especially.”

“Jenna.” He leans forward and his gaze bores through me, down into the 

deepest parts of my being. “Will you please let me join you on your trip to 

Louisiana?”

For a moment, I’m lost in his eyes, debating with myself. I don’t trust 

myself around Jack. Not at all. But I did spend half the night tossing in my sleep 

with nightmares about traveling alone so maybe having Jack tag along might not 

be so bad after all. Maybe.

Pulling back, I straighten my shoulders and relent, like usual when it 

comes to Jack.

“Fine,” I huff out as I stomp back to my side of the car in climb in. “But no 

talking,” I say, hoping I haven’t just made a huge mistake.

He grins and I turn away.

Surely I can manage to keep my panties on around Jack for a few 

days…right?

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Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She's ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen. 

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RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: THE PACT BY KARINA HALLE

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It all started with a pinky swear…

Linden McGregor is tall, rugged, and gunslinger handsome; a helicopter pilot with a Scottish brogue and charm to spare. He’s also one of Stephanie Robson’s best friends and has fit into that box for as long as she’s known him.

Beautiful, funny and an ambitious businesswoman (with one hell of an ass), Stephanie Robson is one of Linden McGregor’s best friends and has fit into that box for as long as he’s known her.

But some relationships can’t be boxed, can’t be classified, can’t be tamed.

Back in their mid-twenties and tired of the competitive hit-or-miss dating scene of San Francisco, Steph and Linden made a pact to marry each other if neither one of them are in a serious relationship by the time they hit thirty.

It sounds like fun and games but as the years to thirty tick past and lovers come and go out of their lives, the pact becomes larger than life.

Sex is inevitable. Friendships are tested. Hearts are on the line. 

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RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: THE SHAPE OF MY HEART BY ANN AGUIRRE

 

 We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Ann Aguirre's incredible THE SHAPE OF MY HEART! THE SHAPE OF MY HEART is a New Adult contemporary romance, published by Harlequin HQN, and is the third book in the 2B Trilogy Series. Don't forget to grab your copy of the first two books and fall in love with her characters all over again!

 

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 Some people wait decades to meet their soul mate. Courtney Kaufman suspects she met hers in high school—only to lose him at seventeen. Since then, Courtney’s social life has been a series of meaningless encounters, though she’s made a few close friends along the way. Especially her roommate, Max Cooper, who oozes damaged bad-boy vibes from every pore. Max knows about feeling lost and trying to move beyond the pain—he’s been on his own since he was sixteen. Now it’s time to find out if he can ever go home again, and Courtney’s the only one he trusts to go with him. But the trip to Providence could change everything…because the more time he spends with Courtney, the harder it is to reconcile what he wants and what he thinks he deserves. It started out so simple. One misfit helping another. Now Max will do anything to show Courtney that for every heart that’s ever been broken, there’s another that can make it complete.
 
 

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EXCERPT: So many questions ricocheted around my brainpan, but Max’s shoulders were pulled up almost to his ears, his chin nearly on the table. Without looking at me, he shredded the napkin in his hands into four pieces and then in half again. The waning sunshine streaming in the smeared window behind him haloed his hair, so that the highlights shone blue instead of tawny or copper. “You don’t have to tell me a bedtime story,” I said gently. “No, you need to know. So you understand what’s going on and why it’s so tense when we get there.” “Okay. If you’re sure.” “I’ll set the stage.” His tone was brittle, uneven, and the bits of paper in his hands kept getting smaller. “I was sixteen, just got my license. My dad was drinking, acting like a fuckhead. Business as usual. When he started in on Mickey, I grabbed the keys. Figured I’d get us both out of there for a while. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but taking off is kind of my specialty.” “Between your bike, the garage office, and the place you showed me by the river, I’ve picked up on the pattern, yeah.” “I thought I was doing the smart thing, you know? But I was driving too fast and some asshole blew the stoplight. T-boned us. Mickey got the worst of it… weeks in the hospital without knowing if he’d make it. Then once he stabilized, we found out he’d never walk again.” He curled a fist and slammed it onto the table, making the pizza box dance. “Ironic, huh? I was worried that my dad would hurt Mickey but I’m the one who—” “Not true,” I cut in. “That’s a textbook accident. Don’t tell me you blame yourself.” “It’s impossible to do anything else. No, wipe that look off your face, Kaufman. I didn’t open up to make you feel sorry for me. I just want you to know the deal going in. I mean, my dad’s the biggest asshole I ever met and he hates me, too.” “What about Mickey?” “We weren’t talking much when I left. Every day I think, what if I’d put up with my old man’s shit for five minutes more? What if I’d picked a fight with him instead of grabbing those keys? I—” His voice broke on a shuddering inhalation. Until this moment I didn’t realize how much weight Max carried on a daily basis or how good a job he did hiding it. I came out of my chair and rounded the little table before I consciously decided to make a move. Standing beside him, I hovered, unsure what to do. He answered the question by wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. Unsettled, unnerved, even, I let him press his face into my shoulder, resting a hand on his head. His breath warmed the skin of my throat, rousing an inappropriate shiver. Now is not the time. It wasn’t like I’d never noticed his hotness; he specialized in a scruffy, soulful appeal that women of all ages seemed unable to resist. But it was so much better for him to call me Kaufman and confide in me instead of flirting. At the moment, Max needed a friend. I stroked his back for like five minutes before he raised his gaze to meet mine. “Sorry. The closer we get to Rhode Island, the worse I feel.” “It’s understandable. You have to be worried about how your brother will react when you see him.” The rest of his family sounded like jackwagons. Though he’d only told me about his dad, if he had any decent aunts, uncles or cousins, they would’ve stepped up when his old man went upside his head with a bottle. A scar like that would take eight or ten stitches, minimum. I imagined Max as a scared kid with blood gushing from his scalp, and all of my protective instincts roared to life. People had been calling me a bitch since I was fifteen, and I was ready to wade in against Max’s family. Yeah, the funeral might be tense and shitty, but if his family said one fucking word—

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 Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and RITA winner with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. Ann likes books, emo music, action movies, and she writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens, published with Harlequin, Macmillan, and Penguin, among others.      

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