Tales of a bookworm 23

Showing posts with label Release. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Release. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2022

Shattered Sins- Blog Tour and Excerpt!!

 Shattered Sins, an all new unputdownable, contemporary romance and the next installment of the Shattered Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Grahame Claire, is out now!

BLURB:

A secret has been shattered . . .

In one moment, my entire life changed.

Because she lied.

The relationship we were building is fractured.

Our trust demolished.

But we have one very important link tying us together.

And that link will fuse us together for good . . . or tear us apart.

Grab your copy today, exclusively on Amazon!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3KFalwc

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredSins


Start the trilogy today with Shattered Secrets!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3stHhSn

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredSecrets

Add Shattered Secrets to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3qmL4xY


Read the free prequel Shattered Destiny now!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3LhIOSj

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredDest


Apple Books: https://apple.co/3B5pGSV

Nook: https://bit.ly/3Gz3fH0

Kobo: https://bit.ly/3sjwZ5A

Google Play: https://bit.ly/35YBafF


Keep reading for a look inside Shattered Sins!

“Penelope is your daughter.”

What?

How?

JoJo’s words swirled in my head. I could hardly focus as I stared at the girl who looked so much like me it was frightening.

For the first time in my life, my legs felt as if they might give way.

Daughter?

There was no denying she was.

But . . . I hadn’t . . . I couldn’t . . .

A mass of thoughts I couldn’t quite grasp tore through my mind. None of it made sense.

The bombshell had me reeling as if I’d been hit in the face with a metal pipe.

And the girl—my . . . daughter—appeared as shell-shocked as I was.

Her lips were parted. She blinked like she’d been in the dark for days and was now blinded with light. And her face was as ashen as I was certain mine was.

I couldn’t look away.

Our gazes were locked in a tractor beam of confusion.

I couldn’t speak.

The jumble of words that refused to become coherent sentences stayed as they were in my brain.

Daughter.

Daughter.

Penelope is your daughter.

She cut her eyes to JoJo, but quickly looked away as if it were too painful. Her face pinched like she’d been seriously wounded.

She took one step back.

Then another.

And another.

Her gaze begged me for answers I didn’t have. Pleaded for me to say something to make this right.

And all I could do was stare helplessly back.

In a flash of long hair, she whirled and bolted away.

“Penelope.” JoJo had found her voice, though she didn’t sound like herself. The word was ripped from her, every bit of pain dousing each syllable.

She chased after Penelope, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

Was this what it was like when a bomb detonated?

Noise so unbearable one had to cover their ears, followed by a deafening silence that was worse?

I leaned against the wall.

Daughter.

Daughter.

Daughter.

It was the only word I seemed capable of comprehending, though I couldn’t figure out how it applied to me.

My breaths became shallow as I struggled to get air into my lungs.

Through the fog of confusion, the first tendrils of rage wound around me.

I. Have. A. Daughter.

Each word punched through my haze. My fingerhold of anger turned into a fistful.

I. Have. A. Daughter.

The fog turned red.

Rage put a hand around my throat, making it hard to breathe, yet forcing me to focus.

I. Have. A. Daughter.

I stumbled toward the laundry room, but when I tried to take a step inside, I couldn’t.

It reminded me of JoJo.

She’d taken my sanctuary.

And she’d lied.

I. Have. A. Daughter.

And JoJo had stolen her from me.


About Grahame Claire

Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.

A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire.

Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share.

Pleased to meet you.

Want to find out what we're up to?


Connect with Grahame

Facebook: https://bit.ly/2PvwpPc

Twitter: https://bit.ly/31uStPH

Goodreads: https://bit.ly/33AE9ro

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XzMFTI

Instagram: https://bit.ly/33AEla6

Website: https://www.grahameclaire.com

Thursday, June 2, 2022

Shattered Sins-Release Blitz!!

 A secret has been shattered.

Shattered Sins, an enemies-to-lovers, opposites attract contemporary romance and the second book in the Shattered Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Grahame Claire, is available now!

BLURB:

A secret has been shattered . . .

In one moment, my entire life changed.

Because she lied.

The relationship we were building is fractured.

Our trust demolished.

But we have one very important link tying us together.

And that link will fuse us together for good . . . or tear us apart.





Grab your copy today, exclusively on Amazon or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3KFalwc

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredSins


Start the trilogy today with Shattered Secrets!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3stHhSn

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredSecrets

Add Shattered Secrets to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3qmL4xY


Read the free prequel Shattered Destiny now!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/3LhIOSj

Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ShatteredDest

Apple Books: https://apple.co/3B5pGSV

Nook: https://bit.ly/3Gz3fH0

Kobo: https://bit.ly/3sjwZ5A

Google Play: https://bit.ly/35YBafF


About Grahame Claire

Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result...Grahame Claire. Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share.

Pleased to meet you.

Want to find out what we're up to?

Connect with Grahame

Facebook: https://bit.ly/2PvwpPc

Twitter: https://bit.ly/31uStPH

Goodreads: https://bit.ly/33AE9ro

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XzMFTI

Instagram: https://bit.ly/33AEla6

Website: https://www.grahameclaire.com

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Release- Release Blitz and Excerpt

Release, an all-new “mesmerizing” and “captivating” standalone romance
from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!

BLURB:

Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.

By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?
But for Ramsey, it did.
Love failed him.
I failed him.
The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.

Move on,he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.

Start a new life, he urged.
I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don't even know to emerge from between the chain link gates.


Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2QOughI
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ReleaseAlyM
Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2oGE1oo

Excerpt

It was funny. I’d spent almost half my life surrounded by the biggest, baddest criminals the state of Georgia had been able to capture. Yet, I was terrified of a five-foot-five woman who for some asinine reason was still in love with me.

I couldn’t be around her. Not if I wanted to keep my head straight and my eye on the prize. I had three years before I got off parole. I needed to get a job, tuck away some cash, and, the second I was allowed to leave Georgia, get the hell out of there.

Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d be able to convince my sister to come with me. We didn’t have to go far. We could stay in the south if she wanted. South Carolina, North Carolina, Alabama, Tennessee—there were schools everywhere. Nora wouldn’t have trouble finding a job. The hardest part would be convincing her to leave Thea.

However, maybe if she did, Thea would finally move on with her life and stop obsessing about me.

I’d known they lived together for a while. I didn’t want anything to do with Thea while I was locked up, but I was happy as hell Nora had someone to lean on. I had been under the impression that Nora had gotten her own place when she found out about my release. I had been under that impression because Nora had straight-up told me she was getting her own place after I’d declared there was no way I was living with Thea.

Now, I was hiding in my room, waiting for Nora to wake up, open my door, and escort me to breakfast like a damn bodyguard so I could avoid confrontation.

Next up in my efforts to kill time was a workout. Sit ups, push-ups, planks, running in place. This was when I realized Nora hadn’t bought me any deodorant.

Another shower.

Another naked lap around the bedroom, and this time, I managed to keep my hands off my cock.

Finally, I got dressed. This required me to pick through a bunch of preppy shit Nora had bought for me to find tattered jeans and a fitted green tee that clung to my chest like a damn glove. In my closet, I found a belt and a pair of distressed brown lace-up boots that maybe could have doubled as combat boots if the war was taking place on a runway. But what the hell did I know about style? I’d been wearing orange or puke beige for almost half my life.

When I was done with all of that and there was still no sign of Nora, I sat on the edge of the bed and decided to give the phone thing a try. I wasn’t totally out of the technology loop. We had computers at the library and we were allowed to use them if we earned the privileges. But they might as well have been dinosaurs compared to the phone she’d bought me. I couldn’t even get it to read my face with the fancy secret laser thing. I gave up trying pretty quickly.

So there I was, bored out of my mind, starving, and poking at my newfound wrinkles in the bathroom mirror, when I heard a knock at my door.

“Ramsey?”

I froze, my eyes locked on the mirror, panic staring back at me.

Thea.

Jesus. I needed to find somewhere else to live.

Leaning out of the bathroom, I stared at the door. If I was super quiet, maybe she’d think I was still asleep and go the hell away.

When I didn’t reply, she knocked again. Her voice was timid and sweet, not at all like the fearless girl I’d grown up with. I hated it.

“Ramsey? You hungry? I’m making breakfast? I was wondering if you wanted something?”

Everything from my name to the fact that she was making breakfast was a question, as if maybe she was asking permission to cook in her own house.

My stomach was currently feasting on my backbone. Still, I said nothing. She sighed. “Okay. Well, if you change your—” There were several seconds of silence.

I quirked my eyebrow at the door, trying to figure out why she’d abruptly stopped talking, and then cursed my inability to develop x-ray vision.

I held my breath, hoping to hear her footsteps as she walked away.

No. Such. Fucking. Luck.

The door swung open and she came walking inside with her hands stacked over her eyes. “Look, I know you’re awake. I heard you running earlier. I also heard you take at least three showers. Sorry, but the house isn’t that big. Neither is the hot water heater. Are you at least dressed so I can open my eyes?”

Brave. Unapologetic. And completely oblivious to boundaries. Now that was the Thea I knew.

“Get out,” I barked.

“Dressed? Not dressed? Help me out here?”

“Get. Out.”

She kept her eyes closed. “You gotta eat, Ramsey. You can’t stay locked up in this room forever.”

I wanted to tell her to get the hell out again. Honestly, it was on the tip of my tongue. But it never made it past my lips because my traitorous eyes stole a head-to-toe of her lithe body. She was barefoot, wearing jeans—tight ones that tapered at her ankle.

They looked like mine in the sense that they had a rip in the knee. They didn’t look like mine in the sense that they hugged the curve of her hips and more than likely her ass too. A pink tank top stretched across her chest, and I swear on my life, fuck x-ray vision because I could see the pebble of her nipples beneath the fabric.

It wasn’t a ridiculous dress.

It wasn’t stupid fucking heels.

She wasn’t wearing a face full of clown makeup.

She was just Thea.

The nostalgia pumped through my veins like acid even as my cock stirred. Fuck, I should have jerked off again in the shower.

“I’m dressed,” I bit out, desperate for her to put her damn hands down and maybe use them to cover her tits instead.

Her long, brown lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Those fucking eyes had once owned me. As a huge smile lit her face, I felt the claim all over again.

“Oh, look, you chose one of the outfits I picked out for you.”

Of course I had. Of fucking course. As soon as I got her out of my room, I was going to take the outfit off and light it on fire.


About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

Connect with Aly
Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RvbjCA
Twitter: http://bit.ly/2DUCq1Z
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eT
BookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4B
GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOM
Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2DEpPAh
Instagram: http://bit.ly/2DUgzrJ
Website: https://alymartinez.com/

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Monday, January 6, 2020

Release- Release Blitz!

"I couldn't put it down! The incredible premise and the tension will keep you turning the pages until dawn." -Sarina Bowen, USA Today bestselling author

Release, an all-new powerful and emotional standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!

Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.

By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?
But for Ramsey, it did.
Love failed him.
I failed him.
The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.

Move on, he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.

Start a new life, he urged.
I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don't even know to emerge from between the chain link gates.


Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2QOughI
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/ReleaseAlyM
Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2oGE1oo

About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

Connect with Aly

Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RvbjCA
Twitter: http://bit.ly/2DUCq1Z

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eT
BookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4B
GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOM
Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2DEpPAh
Instagram: http://bit.ly/2DUgzrJ
Website: https://alymartinez.com/

Stay up to date with Aly by joining her mailing list today:

http://bit.ly/2WnkxjS


Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Release- Cover Reveal

“Aly Martinez is one of the best in the business. You have to read her books.” --Meghan March, New York Times Bestselling author

Release, an all-new emotional, second chance romance standalone from
USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez is coming January 5th and I
have the incredible cover!

BLURB:

Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.
At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.

By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?
But for Ramsey, it did.
Love failed him.
I failed him.
The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.
Move on, he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.

Start a new life, he urged.
I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was
mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don't even know to emerge from
between the chain link gates.

Add RELEASE to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2oGE1oo


Sign up now to be notified when RELEASE is live: http://bit.ly/2WnkxjS

Cover Designed by: Hang Le
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Zack Salaun

About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now
lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and
olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as

much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get
her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

Connect with Aly
Facebook: http://bit.ly/2RvbjCA
Twitter: http://bit.ly/2DUCq1Z
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2We92eT
BookBub: http://bit.ly/2V32S4B
GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2UKGUOM
Facebook Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2DEpPAh
Instagram: http://bit.ly/2DUgzrJ
Website: https://alymartinez.com/

Stay up to date with Aly by signing up for her mailing list today:


http://bit.ly/2WnkxjS