Saturday, February 28, 2015

Cover Reveal: Coming Home by M.D. Cruz @mdcruzauthor @XpressoTours



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Coming Home by M.D. Cruz
Publication date: Summer 2015
Genre(s): New Adult / Romance
Cover designed by: Mae I Design

Lexie was a teenager who thought she'd found real love in Elijah. Things were perfect until he left for football camp, and never came back. Thinking he's dumped her she has no choice but to go on with her life. Now six years later they come face to face at a club. Lexie wants to be mad and hate him for breaking her heart, but Elijah is making it hard for her to hate the now man she's been in love with since high school.

Elijah wasn't expecting to see Lexie his first night back in town. When he sees her and memories of what used to be come knocking at his heart, he can't help but follow after her. He comes face to face with a pissed off Lexie, and is set on making sure he does everything in his power to win her back. He has to convince her that what she thinks happened is not the truth.

Can they both be together again when trust is an issue? When secrets from the past catch up with both of them in the present, can their love truly conquer all?

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Friday, February 27, 2015

Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: Stranger Mine by Megan Mitcham @MeganMMMitcham @XpressoTours



Stranger Mine by Megan Mitcham
Series: Base Branch #3
Publication date: October 1st, 2014
Genre(s): Adult / Romance / Suspense

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
One takes control. One finds balance in letting go.

Base Branch operative, Ryan Noble is accustomed to taking orders whether from his commander or his overbearing mother. His best friend urged him to take control of his life, but the only thing worse than an angry woman is a teary one. He has no desire to upset his mother's fragile emotions. Losing his sister was hard enough, his mother couldn't bear losing another child. Even if it is to the other site of D.C. It's a damn good thing she doesn't know what he does for a living.

On a routine mission to destroy a cargo free human trafficking facility and exterminate it's operators, Ryan blows his extraction to rescue a woman he found chained inside.

Piper Vega is caught between metal and a hard place. She needs information and it has taken far too long to cull it from her leads, also known as her captors. She finally has the facts she needs to complete her task, but it'll take a miracle to set her free and see it achieved. Santo Padre knows she never expected her good favor to come in the form of a man.

Through intense battles of will, Ryan takes the reins of life in his sturdy grip while Piper discovers balance is loosening hers and both find unexpected love.

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Excerpt
"No dead bodies?" Piper arched a brow and made a show of peering around the chunky wood island and the table nestled in the breakfast nook. "I'm amazed."

"Keep on pushing me. I could add another." Ryan deposited the first aid kit he'd snagged from the hallway bathroom and narrowed his gaze at her.

"No, you couldn't."

"Cocky aren't you?"

"Confident. You're cocky." She dropped her gaze to his crotch. Her head tilted and her thin lips pursed.

"Here I was trying to be gentlemanly and discreet. You stomp all over tradition, don't you?

"Meaning?"

He crooked a finger at her. "Come here before you get angry and try breaking my nose again."

"You might want to check it. I see blood and a hump at the base."

"The hump is courtesy of the last guy who tried and succeeded. The blood will wash away."

"All of it?" Her lips formed a grim line. "Seems you have a penchant for taking lives."

"I have a duty. Now get over here," he snapped.

When she didn't budge, he jangled the keys he confiscated from one of the dead men along the way. Piper curbed her urge to stomp her feet like an agitated bull. She settled for a huff, crossed the kitchen, and offered him her cuff.

 "You choose a male-dominated profession in one of the toughest precincts in the States. If you're ever in distress, there's no damsel in it. Just one pissed lady. You've probably never needed a man for anything. Not even to get you off. And you'd probably spit in any guy's face who had the cajones to ask for your hand in marriage."

He was already too damn close to the mark, to her body. The thick pads of his fingers warmed her forearm, while his eyes warmed her everywhere else.

"Who was dumb enough to hurt you? Father? Lover?"

Piper snapped her jaw closed the moment she realized the damn thing dangled open like an anglerfish on the hunt. She snatched the keys from his blood-crusted hands and green-stained fingers. He let her retreat to the other side of the island without a word. She longed to turn away from his knowing gaze. The azure-blue orbs with their reflective, nearly white flecks saw too much and reflected back her flaws.

Pinning the latch to the counter with her wrist and hip, Piper unlocked the crude accessory, removed her arm, and watched the heavy links tug from the shiny surface. It thwacked atop the pile. Freedom lightened her mood and body like the Lord above flipped a switch. Piper raised her chin.

"No one has ever hurt me. Not a father or a lover.

"My dad was donor number 489760 from The Sperm Bank of California. I've never needed a man for anything. Neither did my mother, who raised three daughters on her own. I like men to get me off. I just don't like them to hang around long after."

His head canted and his studying eyes shone bright, surrounded by the dull gray and green of combat paint. Piper mapped the contours of his face. His wide-muscled jaw. The depression of dimples below his high cheeks and the lickable one at the brunt of his chin. Lips thicker than her own. A gently sloping brow pinched in thought. And damn that smile. She'd only seen a flash of it and knew she couldn't take any more.

Sure, the stranger was crazy handsome, but something below the All-American exterior pulled her deep. A quiet pain hid behind his blinding smile. When he turned away and stepped to the sink, Piper released the breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. He turned the water to steaming and went to work rolling the sleeves of his BDU's. With copious amounts of soap he scrubbed the paint and life force of several men from his hands.

But damn, she couldn't rip her gaze from his forearms. Tanned skin stretched over fibrous cords of muscle stacked in a thick pile. A pathway of veins coursed over them and disappeared beneath his cuffed sleeve. Most surprising of all was the thatch of golden blond hair sprinkling the expanse. She hadn't paid much attention to the hair slicked atop his head. Now she saw the blackness for what it was, black grease to hide the shine of his boyishly light hair.

When he called her over with a tilt of his head she moved her ass, unprepared for another battle or to see those arms in action. The roller coaster of emotions over the last thirty minutes left her bone weary. As she cleared the island, her steps slowed and renewed energy coursed through her body. Saliva pooled in her mouth, better used exploring his body. The lips of her sex bloomed an invitation. The beat of her heart accelerated to the point of pain. Every gauge in her body blinked red. Warning. Danger. Run. Never before had she approached a man who saw through her as though she were his personal looking glass.

He held a clean, tanned hand out for her injury. Her eyes riveted on thick scar tissue bisecting the girth of his palm. It splayed like a red spider, a lump at the center with fissures sprawling in nearly every direction. She found his gaze and stilled her hand inches from his.

"It's okay."

Piper didn't know what he referred to, but the reassurance gave her the muster to move again. Before she could stop herself, the tips of her fingers skimmed the dune of pink marring his wide, callused hand. She slid along the scar until it ran over the edge and their palms met in an intimate handshake.

The shock of contact reverberated around the room like the concussive waves of detonation. His Adam's apple bobbed on a deep swallow, telling her he felt it too. The pad of his thumb danced over the back of her hand. Her nerve endings wept at the tenderness. The heat she could handle, but the care speared too close to the center of her heart.

"I can't... I can clean it myself," she fumbled.

He tugged her against his side. "You're right handed and probably wouldn't clean it well enough to stave off infection. It'd be a shame to lose your shooting hand."

"It hasn't gotten infected yet."

"How long has it been like this?"

"Two months. Give or take a couple of weeks."

The pack of weapons and ammo strapped to his torso gave a few inches of cushion. Still, the closeness pinged out her sensors, until he put her wrist under the water. The irritating sting she'd lived with over the course of her captivity was a gnat bite compared to this rattlesnake strike. Her eyes watered of their own volition. She tried to blink the tears away, but the bastards rolled down her cheek.

"How'd you manage to keep it clean for so long?"

"Gabrone took care of me."

"I'll bet he did." The words growled from his throat.

"Not like that. He had a weird fixation and wanted me willingly. He didn't want anyone else to have me either. It worked to my advantage."

"What's an LA cop doing in the middle of a Mexican cartel's human trafficking ring?" The slanted gaze he flashed over his shoulder ruffled her already disheveled feathers.

"I'm not dirty, if that's what your expression implies."

Ryan placed her raw wrist back under the flowing water and scrubbed.

"Son of a puta, Que te den," she screamed the insults and clamped onto the thick base of his bicep with her free hand.

"If you keep talking like that, when I'm done I'll have to scrub your mouth out."

Piper clamped her lips between her teeth and howled at the ceiling. When she ran out of breath she refueled. "Sadomasochist."

"I take no pleasure in your pain. Or my own." His gaze found hers then dropped to his arm where her nails bit into his skin. "You know, the absence of something, a father, a lover, doesn't mean it can't hurt you."

Piper struggled at  his gut-twisting words, pushing against the hulking rounds of his shoulders with all her might. His hands twisted in her hair and firmed on her arm in a latch similar to that of a mating lion. Her nipples peaked beneath the fabric of her cotton tank, and she hated her traitorous body as much as the man inciting the reaction.

"Shhh," he crooned.



About the Author:
Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.




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Book Blitz with Excerpt + Giveaway: The Toke 9: Chet Sinclair by Marata Eros @MarataEros @XpressoTours



The Token 9: Chet Sinclair by Marata Eros
Series: The Token #9
Publication date: February 27th, 2015
Genre(s): New Adult / Romance

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
An Addiction.

Kiki is desperate to stop the twisted relationship she shares with Chet Sinclair, but finds that she can't. He is too vital, too potent... like a magnet, she cleaves to him. Desperate to break the pattern, she goes into hiding to escape her feelings and a ghost from her past comes back to haunt her.

The Consumption.

Needy and unnerved, Kiki turns to the one person that offers her solace from the past. Can Damon Axton erase what's begun? Will he be the one to break the cycle of sexual intensity and obsession that Chet uses to imprison her, body and soul?

A Recompense of Love.

When Sinclair discovers where Kiki is hiding, their passion explodes once again. Can either admit their true feelings for each other? Or will sensual enslavement destroy their dark love before it has begun?

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Excerpt
"No." I stare down at Ax from where he's perched on the beat-up futon--my bed. "We're not a team until we get some shit straight."

Ax's jet black eyebrow hops to his hairline. "Baby--"

"No," I say, waving a palm in his face like a railroad arm coming down over a track. "Don't you baby me." My eyes shoot sparks, and he leans back with a grunt.

"You clobbered Chet." I crossed my arms.

"Yeah-huh." He gives his short hair a rough scrub. "And Chump was deserving, Kik."

I stomp my high heel. "Maybe!" I stab the air with my finger. "But you nailed him from behind, and now he's, I don't know, dead or broken somewhere."

Ax shakes his head. "I've looked into Chet-buddy, and his rich ass can take care of its own self." He wags a finger and leans back again.

I pace as if the energy is pouring out of me. I whirl and point at him.

His eyes narrow on my hot pink nail tip.

"You have a closet full of chick's clothing," I say.

Ax shrugs, giving my once-pristine outfit an eye rake. "I see you made use of it."

"Why, Ax?"

His expression is unreadable, not the open face I remember so well. "The Crawl isn't my only business, Kik. I have some others."

"What do you mean?" I search his face, and a flicker skates across his dark gaze. "Don't bullshit me, Ax. It won't work. I'm a fucking hard-charged broad. You know this."

He grins, white teeth slashing across his face. "Oh, I know. Damn, girl, do I know." He chuckles. "This isn't where I normally hang. In fact, this is just a little lily pad I hop on to sleep over once in a while. Sometimes employees from my other businesses need somewhere to crash, and I give them a boost."

"How much of a boost?" I'm aware my voice has just dipped into suspicion.

"Kik..." His eyes meet mine, and they're not remotely soft, but hard as flint. "Why do I feel you're coming down hard on me when I've been doing nothing but helping you? Let me count the ways of my awesome." He winks, ticking off his great points on his fingers. "I took you in when Chump was admiring his own dick." I roll my eyes, and he continues. "I haven't put the moves on your hotness."

Oh.

About the Author:
Marata Eros (a pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett), is the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of A Terrible Love. Marata has more than thirty-five titles in multiple genres including Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance as well as her highly successful Dark Erotica series.

Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi. :)





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Cover Reveal: Dark Secrets: Edge of Evil by Shea Berkley @SheaBerkley @XpressoTours



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Dark Secrets: Edge of Evil by Shea Berkley
Series: Dark Secrets #2
Publication date: March 3rd, 2015
Genre(s): Adult / Paranormal / Romance
Cover designed by: Yocla Designs

What if nightmares, best kept in the dark, refuse to stay hidden?

Dr. Maya Kelbeck believes no matter how unusual her patients' delusions, she can help. When billionaire Alden Caldwell seeks her counsel to escape a controlling relationship, she's intrigued by his unusual diagnosis, lycanthropy--her patient actually believes he is over 400 years old and a werewolf.

Alden Caldwell's life is not his own and hasn't been since the middle ages, not since he was transformed into a werewolf. The once noble knight now finds himself no more than a slave to a female vampire who is without morals, without conscious, and without a soul.

Maya promises Alden she can help him, and at first it looks like she can, until the supernatural world in which he lives wants him back.Can Alden convince Maya his delusions are real in time to save her, or has he just sentenced a woman who cares for him despite his past transgressions to a fate worse than death?

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Shea Berkley started out writing nonfiction (not so fun) and quickly moved into fiction (totally fun), and knew she'd found her calling. (Her family was thrilled she'd found friends to play with even if they weren't technically real.) She's still pleasantly surprised people are willing to pay to read her stories. Besides writing, her many diversions include kickboxing, reading awesome books and hanging out with her loud and rambunctious family. With five kids (all girls), her biggest job is to make sure the little darlings don't harass the neighbors and then play dumb when the cops come knocking at her door.




Saturday, February 21, 2015

Announcement of Departure + Follower Appreciation Giveaway

It is with a heavy heart that I must say that I will be closing the metaphorical doors of Ladybug Literature.

That does not mean that I am giving up blogging entirely. On the contrary, I am actually starting a new blog with a few co-bloggers. I will be the chief reviewer of romance books while my partners will read Sci-Fi/Fantasy and Horror. We are looking for any other co-bloggers who would like to read and review Mystery or General Fiction, but for now it's just us three. Unlike Ladybug Literature where I was still dipping my toe in the graphic design world, I have worked to create Books A-Brewin' from absolute scratch. I worked on every stitch of he site and am proud with the outcome.

But, the main reason for this post is to ask some of my faithful followers to navigate over to the other site and give me a follow on any of the ways available. As an added incentive as well as a way just to show how much you all mean to me, I am giving away a $5 gift card to Amazon. I hope to see you all over at the new site :)

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Cover Reveal + Giveaway: Wicked Ride by Rebecca Zanetti @pumpupyourbook @RebeccaZanetti



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Wicked Ride by Rebecca Zanetti
Series: Realm Enforcer #1
Publication date: June 23rd, 2015
Genre: Adult / Paranormal / Romance

"Non-stop action and a hero to die for!" -- Alexandra Ivy

If you love the Dark Protectors, these wicked hot Realm Enforcers are for you!

Alexandra Monzelle is a hard-fighting, heat-packing Seattle vice cop, and she's not much interested in being protected. Her short skirt and sex-kitten heels are tools to lure her suspects into talking about the deadly new drug hitting the streets. She can take care of herself and then some. Unfortunately, she can't seem to get that through to Kellach Dunne.

Kellach is a fresh import from Dublin, and he's landed at the heart of a vicious motorcycle club that deals in guns, narcotics, and mayhem. He's all male, all rough power--and all interference in her damn investigation. Maybe he's one of the good guys. Maybe not. Lex knows an affair with an immortal like him would risk everything. No matter how delicious he looks...

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner--only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes dark paranormals, romantic suspense, and sexy contemporary romances.

Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband, children, and extended family who inspires her every day--or at the very least give her plenty of characters to write about.