Blog Tour &Giveaway ~ Her Purrfect Match by Milly Taiden

 

 

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Paranormal Dating Agency Book 3 (STANDALONE)

 

Alyssa Moran is tired of being the old cat lady with no man. She has very specific needs and goes to visit Mrs. Wilder at the Paranormal Dating Agency. Shockingly enough, she is promised a man who likes cats, wants kids, likes curves and will be wild in bed.

 

Grayson Green needs a mate. Fast. But he refuses to be pushed into anything. That is, until a curvy funny woman shows up in his territory saying she’s there for him. Who is he to argue when someone as delectable as Alyssa decides she wants to give herself to him?

 

Of course, not all is at it seems and some people want Alyssa gone and Gray dead. If Gray mates, the future of his pride will be sealed and no one can argue his place as leader. Unless it can be stopped before they ever get a chance to make some cubs. He will have to work hard at convincing a human she’s the only one for him or lose his pride and his mate.

 

Reader Note: This book contains scorching sex (the kind that will make you sweat and need ice cream), adult language (he’s a very dirty talker and we like it), and violence. If this is not the kind of stuff you like to read, skip this book. However, if you like dirty, raunchy sex with a growly tiger on one funny curvy girl, then this is right up your alley. Enjoy!

 

 

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“Why what you want in a man, of course.” Gerri placed her elbow on the table and cupped her chin with her hand, tapping a finger on her cheek. “I know you said  you wanted a man that likes cats.”

She nodded quickly. “He has to. Or at least not be allergic and not be bothered by them.”

“A man who likes pussy,” Gerri said as she wrote. “Got it.” Lyss blinked. Then she burst into giggles.

Gerri gave her a side smile. “You got that, huh?” “Heck yeah. I definitely need a man who likes erm…that. You know, Tally had said you were unique, but wow.

 

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If you have not started this series you are immensely missing out! Each of theses fantastic reads are stand alone and are about a different version of shifter! I have yet to see one of her covers that is not gorgeous! This one was calling to me because it has to do with Tigers (I love them and there needs to be more).
You have the Paranormal Dating Agency that is ran by Ms Wilder, she knows who and what the heart needs/wants! Alyssa, has had horrible luck trying to find someone that fits perfectly for her and find the only option. I loved her character because she doesn’t care what anyone thinks and very smart. Gray, is hot, wild, and I want one myself, he is looking out for his pack. The author has a way of drawing you in fast to her books and keeping you there with the bantor she creates between the characters. They are well defined and believable in the paranormal world, I love that the author created a dating service for paranormals (we need love too lol). The plot was hot and sexy, yet kept me involved with an awesome story between what was going on. I highly recommend this author for those that love that aren’t to long but will keep you coming back for more! I cant wait to see what other surprise she has in store for us.

 

 

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Hi! I’m Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They’re usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog “Needy Speedy”. Don’t ask.

When I’m not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I’m not doing that, I’m usually writing because the voices won’t shut up.

I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.

 Website: millytaiden.com
Facebook: facebook.com/millytaidenpage

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Blast Blitz ~ Knight in Highland Armor by Amy Jarecki

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covergifTitle: Knight in Highland Armor

Series: Highland Dynasty # 1

Author: Amy Jarecki

Audience: Adult

Genre: Scottish Historical Romance

Formats: E-book and Paperback

Publisher: Rapture Books

Cover by: Kim Killion

Pages: 380 pages

ISBN: 978-1502390295

ASIN: B00OQT919M

Expected Date of Publishing: Jan1, 2015.

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Grieving from the death of his wife, Lord Colin Campbell listens to the cries of his newborn son whilst penning a missive to the king. With no marriage prospects, Colin petitions his majesty for help in finding a stepmother. Never again will he fall in love—the death of a woman brings more pain than losing a whole contingent of men on the battlefield.

Feisty, quick tongued and smart, Margaret Robinson is delighted when her father receives a messenger from the king…until she discovers what news he brings. In a sennight, she will wed the notorious Black Knight—her life is about to end.

Tension builds during the wedding and deteriorates from there…until an accident draws them together. Just when their love begins to blossom, a dire request arrives from the Pope. Colin must join the Crusades at once.

Their fragile love is forced to withstand the seductions of hell—Margaret tempted by a scoundrel laird—Colin courted by Satan himself. Aye, the war for Christendom could very well ruin their dreams forever.

 

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Margaret reached into her purse to pluck a farthing when horse hooves pummeled the ground. Looking up, she scarcely had the chance to dash aside. Two riders thundered through the fete at a brisk canter. She tripped over her gown. The fruit flung from her basket as the horses sped past. Margaret crashed into something sturdy and hard. Her hands whipped around it, saving herself from falling. Her hood flew from her head and dropped to her back.

It wasn’t until a pair of massive arms encircled her that she realized she’d fallen into a man—a very large, very strong man. She inhaled. The heady and exotic fragrance of cloves laced with a hint of ginger and male toyed with her insides. Struggling to drag her feet beneath her, Margaret made the mistake of grasping him tighter. His back muscles bulged beneath his quilted doublet. Her heart fluttered.

“Forgive me,” she uttered breathlessly.

His enormous hands held her shoulders firmly and helped her gain her balance. “Are you all right, m’lady?”

Flustered, Margaret pushed away and smoothed her fingers over the white ribbon encircling her crown. She brushed her fingers down the length of her exposed tresses, cascading over her shoulder to her waist. First, her gaze leveled on his red tunic, with a white cross emblazoned on the center of his very broad chest. Then her eyes drifted to his face, framed by dun-colored curls. Beneath his cap, they shone like silk in the sun, and she wanted to reach up and touch them to see if his hair was actually as soft as it looked.

Dark brown, wide-set eyes gazed upon her with a glint of humor. They were so friendly, her tension immediately eased. His features were undeniably masculine; his bold nose slightly bent toward full lips that grinned, revealing a row of healthy white teeth.

“I…I am unscathed, thank you.” Margaret inhaled a stuttered breath and hoped to heaven she wasn’t blushing. “Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive. Those lads had no business riding through the fair at full tilt. I shall have a firm word with them.”

“I’m sure they are long gone…” Margaret peered up at his feathered ermine cap—a fur only worn by Scottish barons like her father. “…m’lord.” She stepped back, taking in the whole picture. She’d seen the square white cross on his tunic somewhere before—it definitely identified him as a knight, though she could not place the order. Unusually tall, he had to be at least eighteen hands—six feet was enormous, especially compared to her five. He wore a stylish doublet of black beneath the sleeveless tunic. His woolen hose were also black, and they clung to his thighs like a second skin. His muscles bulged when he stepped toward her with fashionably pointed shoes.

Mmm. ’Tis said clothes maketh the man.

He bent down and retrieved her basket. “I believe this is yours.”

“Thank you.” Margaret spotted apples and pears scattered everywhere. “But I’m afraid the fruit I’ve purchased is ruined.”

He frowned and stroked his bold chin. “Most unfortunate. Please allow me to replace it.”

“That should not be necessary. I only wished to help a poor man feed his family.”

“Most charitable of you, m’lady.” He offered a polite bow. “If you no longer require my assistance, I shall be on my way.”

“Very well. Should I fall again, I shall simply find another gallant knight to keep me from dousing myself in the mud.”

“A lucky man indeed to rescue a lady as bonny as you.” He bowed again and tapped his fingers to his hat. “Good day, m’lady.”

Margaret swooned, watching him walk away. Broad shoulders supported by a sturdy waist. To her delight, the knight’s doublet was short enough to give her a peek at his muscular buttocks. With a sigh, she smacked her lips while the crowd swallowed up the magnificent warrior’s form. If only her betrothed could be half as handsome.

“Margaret,” Mother called from across the aisle. “Come, I have something to show you.”

This time, she looked for racing horses before she set out. God forbid she fall into another knight. And heaven help her. On the morrow, she’d have to look upon such magnificent specimens with disinterested eyes. How on earth would she do that?

 

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Amy has won multiple writing awards and lives in Utah with her husband, Bob. She writes contemporary romance and Scottish historical romance. For fun, she hikes, bikes and plays a mean game of golf. Born in California, Amy holds an MBA from Heriot-Watt University in Edinburgh, Scotland.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Lasting Fate by Charisse Spiers 

 

tag14unnamedtag17unnamed (1)We can’t always control what happens in our lives. If anyone has learned that it’s Kinzleigh Baker. She has learned to embrace the moments and live like there is no tomorrow; to love the people that we are given with all that we have. She knows all too well what it’s like to have your heart ripped from your chest and doesn’t care to ever experience that feeling again.

Her life has been one roller coaster of overwhelming consequences back to back. Kinzleigh has learned some of the humility she was once lacking as an adolescent. She has found out the hard way that we can’t always focus on ourselves or take the important people in our lives for granted. She is working hard to live by putting one foot in front of the other. She is now forcefully embarking on a new journey; one that will be sure to cause lots of trials and tribulations on its own.

What would you do if God gave you that second chance to the one thing you would change if you could? One tragedy that could be reversed perhaps or someone from your past waltzing back into your life unannounced. Would you take it and run with it or go a different route altogether?unnamed (3)

tag19I reach the end of the pier and sit on the edge, hanging my legs over the side. They still don’t reach the water. I let myself remember the night on the pier when Breyson kissed me for the first time. I close my eyes and place my fingers on my lips, remembering the way they felt pressed against his. He will always be the only person to own me. I have always been his, but he’s no longer mine. It’s too late. I let him go and that will always be my biggest regret, but if it keeps him happy then I’ll learn to live with it.

The breeze picks up and my hair sways in the wind. I get the oddest sensation. It’s as if I’m not alone, but then again, I’m crazy as of late. I’ll probably be that way for the rest of my life. I can see seagulls flying overhead, making noise as they soar through the sky. I wonder what it would be like to have an aerial view of everything like a bird does. Would it change your aspect of things to watch things from above?

The memories are evoking emotions that I thought I laid to rest, but I was wrong. My chest is killing me. My mind is in a haze to everything but Breyson. It doesn’t take long for the cleansing process to occur, pouring out through my tear ducts. With each tear I cry an ounce of pain deteriorates, but then is replaced with a new wound. If I could physically see my heart right now I imagine there would be a lot of scarring. “Breyson, if I knew then what I know now…”

“Would you change it?” My eyes widen at the sound of the southern voice I’ll never grow tired of hearing. You know, the brain is a cruel organ. I’ve discovered this on so many occasions. Do you embrace the hallucinations or do you pretend you never heard them and hope they go away?

No matter how many times I answer this question I always react the same. I embrace them, because the alternative is to forget, and I don’t want to forget. “No,” I whisper into the air. “I wouldn’t change a single second with you.”

“Then turn around.” That voice again, deep and low, makes me quake upon hearing it. I have no idea why, but I follow instructions. I pull my legs up onto the pier and make a one-eighty degree turn. What I see steals the very air from my lungs as if someone is holding me by the throat, squeezing as hard as they can.

“Breyson, what are you doing here?” I’m trying to sound strong, but my voice is being treacherous.

“I came to take you home where you belong.” He remains standing where he is, waiting for a response.

“What makes you think I want to go back? I told you I chose. You’re better off without me.” My voice cracks as the words exit. My heart doesn’t want to say them, but my mind is steering my tongue.

“I call bullshit. Stop fighting us, Kinz. You know we’re meant to be together. One way or the other we will be together, dead or alive.” He inches forward, slowly, as if I’m an abused, abandoned animal, and scared I’ll run away. Maybe I’m tired of running.

I release a long, steady breath, relaxing some of the tension I’ve been carrying since February. I’m exhausted from burdens I’ve been bearing in his absence. “You don’t want to be with someone like me. I’m different. I can’t even be a good mother to our baby, Breyson. I’ve barely even held him since he’s been born.”

Tears are soaking my face. He sits down beside me, wraps his arm around my waist from behind, and scoops me into his arms, pulling me to straddle his lap. “I’m not the person you left behind. Something is wrong with me,” I whisper and try to look away ashamed.

He turns my face so that I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. Those blue eyes are smoldering, dominating, and unforgettable. They lock on you and you’re doomed. You get lost in their depth without even realizing you’re hooked. My heart feels like it’s soaring just by touching him. “It’s because we are supposed to raise him together,” he says, brushing my wet hair off of my face.

He swipes his thumb over my bottom lip as he bores into me, reading all of my secrets without my consent. He’s the only one that has ever had that capability, the ability to read into my soul just by looking into my eyes. Chill bumps sprout all over my skin with each touch from him.

“Your soul belongs to me, Kinzleigh, as mine does to you. Fate mated them together. If you try to fight what’s meant to be, you’ll always lose. You’re sick, because your soul is yearning for its mate; therefore, it’s taking it out on you. The person you are is in here,” he says, pointing to where my heart resides below the surface.

“Why should I believe that? That would be too easy.”

“It is easy. Why do you keep fighting what God placed together? Didn’t your parents teach you that everything happens for a reason, good or bad? How do you feel right now? How does this make you feel?” He touches his lips to mine, and a rush floods through my body.

My body begins heating and a tingling sensation tickles my lips. His tongue slides through the crevice between my lips and brushes against mine. That’s all it takes and I’m completely lost in a world I’ve been locked out of for so long. The metal cuff that has had my heart under lock breaks free. I feel like I’m high, but I haven’t consumed any drugs.

My heart has a mind of its own. Without any further ado, my fingers thread through the back of his hair, and I kiss him back. I can’t describe the emotions that are taking control of my body. An unexpected moan escapes my lips and I hear a throaty groan in return. In one swift motion he turns me so that my back is lying on the very pier this happened on two summers ago.

My legs instantly wrap around his waist. I want him so badly right now I would allow it right here in the open if I hadn’t just given birth to a baby. My tears have changed from sadness to surrender. I want him, I need him, and in this moment I know without a shadow of doubt I can’t live without him. I’ve already tried. I may be a little hesitant to believe soul mates have as much control as he says, but one thing is for sure, and that’s the fact that we always end up back together.

He breaks the kiss and the loss of contact burns inside. He wipes the tears in a constant rain down my face. “Say you’ll be mine, Kinzleigh. Tell me you’ll stop fighting us and come back home where you know you’re meant to be. I will do anything to support my family. As long as you’re with me I will never let you or our son go without. I will sacrifice anything to provide for the both of you. I’ve already prepared for a place to stay. I just need to fill it with my family. You are and will always be the love of my life. I don’t care what hurdles stand in our way; we can jump them as long as we do it together. I’m enough of a man that I’ll beg if that’s what you need, but don’t make me live without my family anymore. I can’t do it, and more importantly, I won’t. I’ve never lied to you and I don’t intend to start now.”

He rubs his rough hand up my leg and underneath my shirt, baring my stomach. It makes me slightly uncomfortable just having had a baby and not being completely back to my old size, but the fact that he’s touching me and my need for it drowns out self-conscious thoughts.

He bends down and kisses beside my belly button and comes back up to ensure I’m looking into his eyes. “I love you, Kinzleigh, with all that I am. You gave me your heart standing behind the field house. When I promised you I would take care of it that meant forever. What happened to me was not your fault. Give me forever; that’s all I’m asking.”

My heart sends a shooting pain throughout my chest cavity, as if warning me not to make the wrong choice. I’m giving in. I can’t deny him anything anymore, not even myself. I tried to walk away from him once; I’m not strong enough to do it twice. If there is some kind of curse on me, then I’ll just have to outsmart it. Coexisting in a world together, but apart, is no longer an option. I will die of a broken heart before I can survive without him.

“My heart has always been yours, Breyson, even before I told you so, and I’ve never taken it back.” The floods of emotions pour out, hindering my ability to speak. “I tried to walk away from you, to give you a better life in an attempt to replace what you lost, but it’s wearing me down. I’m exhausted. The truth is, the love I feel for you is unexplainable. I can’t eat, sleep, or function being apart from you. The only thing left is to give in to my heart’s only desire or allow it to destroy me slowly. For as long as you want me, I’ll be yours.”

He’s holding his weight above me. With one free hand he grips my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting my head slightly, so he can study me as he does when he tells me something important. “Forever with you is what I need, Kinzleigh.” unnamed (5)

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tag15I developed a passion for reading I never knew I had in November of 2012 when I decided to give eBooks a try. Since then I can’t go a day without some form of a book or character running wild through my mind. For almost a year I constantly had a book pulled up on my Kindle app for my iPad. The beauty of self-publishing is that you can interact with the authors, which is how I started writing. I never knew I had the creativity to write a novel until I began conversing with another Indie author. If you ever think that Indie authors don’t like getting feedback from readers, you are very wrong. I began editing for a fellow author and because she took a leap of faith in me and told me to give writing a shot, I am now an Indie author myself. I cannot tell you how amazing this journey has been. It is hard putting yourself out there for the public eye with all of the reviews that come through, but it’s also amazing. I have met some of the most genuine people and people I would consider friends even though I’ve never met them face to face. I have now published the first two books in the Fate series, Accepted Fate and Twisting Fate and I am starting book three Lasting Fate to be released November 2, 2014. I cannot wait to see where this journey takes me and feel free to interact with me here or on social media. I will respond. 🙂tag34

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