Monday, September 25, 2017

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: The Love Song of Sawyer Bell by Avon Gale

Title and cover: The Love Song of Sawyer Bell
Series: Tour Dates (#1)
Publisher: Riptide
Release Date: September 25, 2017
Length (Print & Ebook): 234 pages
Subgenre: Contemporary romance, f/f, musicians

Buy link:
https://riptidepublishing.com/titles/the-love-song-of-sawyer-bell

Book Blurb: Victoria “Vix” Vincent has only two weeks to find a replacement fiddle player for her band’s summer tour. When classically trained violinist Sawyer Bell shows up for an audition, Vix is thrilled. Sawyer is talented, gorgeous, funny, and excited about playing indie rock instead of Beethoven. Their friendship soon blossoms into romance, even though Vix tries to remember that Sawyer’s presence is only temporary.

Sawyer’s parents think she’s spending the summer months touring Europe with a chamber ensemble. But Sawyer is in dire need of a break from the competitiveness of Juilliard, and desperately wants to rediscover her love of music. Going on tour with her secret high school crush is just an added bonus. Especially when Vix kisses her one night after a show, and they discover that the stage isn’t the only place they have chemistry.

But the tour won’t last forever, and as the summer winds down, Sawyer has to make a tough decision about her future—and what it means to follow her heart.

Quotes from Avon Gale about the book:

Writing Sawyer and Vix’s love story was such a joy – I loved writing two passionate, determined women coming together as friends and eventually lovers, set amongst my favorite musical genre and on the open road. It’s a road trip romance, a friends-to-lovers romance and a story about loving who you are, what you do, and the people who speak to your heart.

Excerpt

     The girl who walked in for the next audition looked like she'd gotten lost on the way to band practice, with her summer dress; long, straight brown hair worn past her shoulders; and perfect-length fringe bangs. Vix envied girls who could pull off bangs. She looked like she was ten when she tried having them, even with the purple hair.
   "What's your name?" Vix thought that the girl looked vaguely familiar—but that might be because she looked wholesome enough to be in a soap commercial, or maybe a Cover Girl poster at Target.
     "Sawyer Bell," she said.
     "Cool name," said Vix. "Nice to meet y'all." Sawyer cleared her throat and held up the violin case. "Should I play?"
     "Wait, you do understand this tour runs through August, right?" Vix asked, because in addition to looking like she should be working at Ann Taylor LOFT, Sawyer had to be a college student.
      Sawyer nodded. "I don't have to be back at school until September."
     "Where do you go to school? University of Tennessee?" That was where Vix assumed people from around here went to college. Most everyone she'd gone to high school with had moved from Germantown to Knoxville, if they'd done the whole college thing.
     "Um." The girl ducked her head like she was embarrassed. "Juilliard, actually."
     Juilliard . . . as in, the performing arts school? Whoa. Vix waved her on. "Okay, well, show us what you've got."
     Sawyer opened the violin case and took out her instrument, which was a lot nicer than anyone else's—including Bryant's. The wood on the body was shined to perfection, gorgeous in the flickering fluorescent light of the basement. Sawyer moved so she was standing in the little audition space they'd arranged by moving the furniture. "Any requests?"
     "Something good?" Connor offered, and Vix snorted a laugh.
     "Whatever," said Vix. She didn't want to get too excited. Just because Sawyer was talented enough to get into Juilliard, didn't mean she'd be any good at playing their kind of music. Okay, no, it probably did, but damn it. Vix didn't want to get her hopes up that this sweet, polite girl was somehow also a violin virtuoso.
     Except she totally was. Sawyer started to play, and it became quickly apparent that she was not only better than everyone else who'd shown up to audition by a country mile . . . she was better than their actual fiddle player. Sure, she was playing something classical and boring, but the technique was undeniable. She had that spark too; the one that said, I know music, I love music, and I will play the shit out of it.
     Not only that, but performing turned Sawyer from a shy girl with too-long hair and a summer dress into . . . well, a musician. She closed her eyes and swayed with the notes, her body falling into the rhythm of the bow moving across the strings. The music was pulled out of her in the same way Vix felt when she was singing, when all the words tumbled from her like a storm. Sawyer bit her bottom lip between her teeth as if losing herself in the music, and it was beautiful.

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Author Bio: Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person. She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories—either real or the ones she makes up in her head.

Avon is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan at Handspun Literary Agency.

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Cover Reveal: Bountiful (True North Book 4) by Sarina Bowen

No last names. No life stories. Those were the rules.

Once upon a time a cocky, copper-haired tourist sauntered into Zara’s bar. And even though she knew better, Zara indulged in a cure for the small-town blues. It was supposed to be an uncomplicated fling—a few sizzling weeks before he went back to his life, and she moved on.

Until an accidental pregnancy changed her life.

Two years later, she’s made peace with the notion that Dave No-Last-Name will never be found. Until one summer day when he walks into her coffee shop, leveling her with the same hot smile that always renders her defenseless.

Dave Beringer has never forgotten the intense month he spent with prickly Zara. Their nights together were the first true intimacy he’d ever experienced. But the discovery of his child is the shock of a lifetime, and his ugly past puts relationships and family out of reach.

Or does it? Vermont’s countryside has a way of nurturing even tortured souls. The fields and the orchards—and hard won love—are Bountiful.

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Review, Excerpt & Giveaway:Theirs to Take (Blasphemy #4) by Laura Kaye

Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life. Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…

About THEIRS TO TAKE (Blasphemy #4, 9/26/17):

12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

She’s the fantasy they’ve always wanted to share…

Best friends Jonathan Allen and Cruz Ramos share almost everything—a history in the Navy, their sailboat building and restoration business, and the desire to dominate a woman together, which they do at Baltimore’s exclusive club, Blasphemy. Now if they could find someone who wants to play for keeps…

All Hartley Farren has in the world is the charter sailing business she inherited from her beloved father. So when a storm damages her boat, she throws herself on the mercy of business acquaintances to do the repairs—stat. She never expected to find herself desiring the sexy, hard-bodied builders, but being around Jonathan and Cruz reminds Hartley of how much she longs for connection. If only she could decide which man she wants to pursue more…

As their attraction flashes hot, Jonathan and Cruz determine to have Hartley for their own. But the men’s erotic world is new and overwhelming, and Hartley’s unsure if she could really submit to being both of theirs to take…forever.

A Special Cross-Over Release with Jennifer Probst’s Reveal Me from her Steele Brothers Series!

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From Laura Kaye:

I’m thrilled to be celebrating the release of my super hot and emotional Theirs to Take, the next erotic standalone romance in my Blasphemy series, about the twelve Masters who run and play at Baltimore’s most exclusive club. Theirs to Take is a sexy menage about what happens when two prior navy best friends and business partners meet a woman who makes them admit to desires they’ve never before voice. I think you’re going to love Jonathan and Cruz! I know I adored writing them! Even more fun, there are characters and scenes in Theirs to Take that cross over with the amazing Jennifer Probst’s brand new Reveal Me – and the best part is that both are standalones so you can dive right in!

Now, read in for a taste of Theirs to Take…

Standing over the two people who had become his whole life over the past four weeks, Jonathan stroked his cock, more aroused than he’d ever been before. Because this time was laden with emotion. Emotion that they’d all acknowledged, at least to some extent.
“You two look so hot I could get myself off to just the sight of you laying like that. Shoot my load all over you while you fuck each other in front of me.” He shook his head. “Mmm. Another time.” He got to his knees, and then he paused. “Where are you, Hartley? What color?”
She forced her gaze to his and gave him a smile. “Green, Sir.”
Damn, she was doing so good, proving once again how right she was for them. “Making me so proud of you. You’re doing great, you hear me?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, her expression going soft at the praise.
Her sweetness made Jonathan need her even more. “It’s time for the three of us to come together, all at once. Just like this.”
“Fuck, Jay, you need to get in her,” Cruz said, his hands moving over her breasts, her stomach, and reaching down to where Jonathan was lining his cock up at her pussy.
“Yes,” Jonathan said, entering her and finding her tighter than ever before. But she was so wet that her slickness eased the way.
“Oh, my God!” she cried. “Ohmigod, ohmigod.”
Jonathan released a harsh breath. “Where are you, darlin’?”
“Green. I’m green. It’s so good but it’s so much,” she babbled.
“Take us, baby. Take both of us,” Cruz rasped. “Do you feel that? Jonathan rubbing against me through you?”
Hartley’s writhed. “Yes, I feel it. I feel everything.” She reached a hand down to her clit.
Jonathan pushed her touch away. “Your orgasms are ours to give tonight.” He grinned at her whimper, and then he was the one spilling a harsh groan of need, because he bottomed out inside her. She’d taken them all—of course, she’d really done that days ago when she’d taken their hearts. A realization that put words on the tip of his tongue. Words he hadn’t yet said. But just then, Jonathan could only manage to say one thing. “Hartley,” he rasped.
“Move, please. I need to feel you move in me,” she pleaded.
“God, she begs so pretty, Jonathan. Give her what she needs,” Cruz said.