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Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Regress Cover Reveal with SF Benson

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Title: Regress
Author: SF Benson
Genre: Mature YA Dystopian Thriller
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design and Photography
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

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Blurb: 

Tru Shepard is a teenager committing acts of treason living in war-torn New Detroit circa 2025. The New Order, a government run by scientists and technologists, has banned creativity in favor of STEM education. In the eyes of the American Republic’s leaders, creativity is a waste of time which doesn’t foster a strong society. Besides Creatives have a tendency to speak out against the government.

Tru gambles with her life every time she steps foot in the Underground, a restricted warehouse district where Creatives congregate. She breaks the city-wide curfew to hang out with friends enjoying banned music and expressing herself on ancient sketchpads. Recently, the New Order has issued sweeps of the sector to find renegades.

But being picked up by the NDPD, New Detroit Police Department, is the least of her concerns. In ten days Tru will be seventeen, the age scientists consider a government-mandated inoculation to be totally safe. Although officials claim the vaccine is the country’s best defense against another worldwide pandemic, stories circulate amongst Creatives about individuals who lose their abilities after its administration.

Tru has her Inoculation Day orders. Failure to report is punishable by death, but if she can’t express herself artistically, she’d prefer dying.

Just when she despairs on what to do Zared Aoki, someone from her past, enters her life. He may be just as dangerous as the vaccination Tru needs to avoid. He claims to know the real reason behind the vaccine—a government project tampering with the fundamental design of humanity.

The two set out to prove the true nature of the vaccine and alert the public to its devastating effects. But is the world ready to listen?

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SF Benson resides in Georgia with her husband, a human daughter, and a couple of miniature fur kids (two female short-haired guinea pigs). At one time she wrangled a household which included three Samoyeds, saltwater fish, a hamster, and three guinea pigs. When she’s not busy playing Doctor Doolittle, she enjoys answering the question “what if” by writing mostly Dystopian/science fiction and paranormal stories for young adults and new adults. And if a spare moment happens, she morphs into a bookworm and devours a few books simultaneously.

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I lost track of how much time passed. A pleasant warmth, cozy and inviting, replaced the cold. My head jerked back. Zared sat beside me with the blanket draped around our shoulders. When did he move? It didn’t matter. I won.
            My half-open eyes met his. “What are you doing?”
            “Dealing with it.” His voice sounded scruffy.
            “No funny stuff.” It was more of a personal warning. My gaze fixated on his mouth. As a kid I never had the opportunity to kiss his perfectly shaped lips—slightly full with a deep dip on the upper lip. Would they be moist and soft? Or hot and spicy? Would it be possible to reignite feelings I’d forgotten about? When we moved away I thought my crush disappeared as well. Wrong.
            “I don’t plan on it.”
            I reached around inside my purse. My hand landed on the leather sheath containing the double-edged knife I always kept with me. What if he told the truth about living on the streets? A hard life changed people. I pulled it out and tucked the weapon into my waistband.
            Zared’s eyes followed my movements. “The latest in fashion accessories?”
            I winked and patted the blade. “I don’t leave home without it.”
            He raised his eyebrows. “Can you use it?”
            I grinned. “Care to find out?”
            “Not particularly. Y’know, you never answered my question.”
            “Which one?”
            “Will you help me?”
            “Can’t we talk about something else?”
            “Do I have your help?”
            He didn’t know how to change a subject. I played with my jacket zipper. “With what?”
            “Exposing the New Order.”
            I folded my arms over my stomach. “Did I hear you right?”
            His brown eyes locked on to mine. “Yeah. You in or out?”
            “Seriously?”
            “Seriously.” He leaned closer brushing against me. The heady scent of sandalwood drew me to him like the first notes played on a Stradivarius. Intriguing. Arousing. A tingle raced down my spine.
            “What makes you think we can do that?” Good looking and dumb. Questioning the government was stupid. Challenging it was a death wish. Now I sounded like Ko.
            “Trust me. It's possible.”
            I shook my head. “No, no, no. Exposing the government will take a lot more than trust.”
“I know things. Valuable things. We can do this. Together.” Listening to him speak reminded me of a small kid with a new toy. Enthusiasm shone in his eyes like a Fourth of July sparkler.
            How do we do the impossible? He must have watched too many movies. We were teens. Just a couple of kids. We challenged our parents, our teachers. Not the leaders of the country.
            “I don’t know.”
            His smile revealed deep dimples. Sorry gorgeous, my help required a lot more than devastating looks.
            “Promise me you’ll think on it.” His voice was smoky, suggestive. Just what did he want me to think about?
            He had a crazy, somewhat credulous idea. But, what he contemplated was dangerous. Riskier than anything I’d ever done. People who went against the government were traitors. They were tortured and killed. We couldn’t do this. It gave a whole new meaning to the word wrong.
            “I’m going to sleep.”
            “Tru?”
            “What?”
            “Will you think on it?”
            “Fine! I’ll think on it. Go to sleep.”
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I’d left the warehouse district an hour ago. My shoes echoed on the deserted rain slicked sidewalk. The quiet night air was cold and smelled of moist dirt. Once again, I’d missed the train and had to walk home. Big mistake on my part. Sure, I had protection but it wouldn’t stop….
The familiar electronic hum approached from behind me. I was out in the open with no place to hide. Without any warning, the air above me filled with drones coming from every direction. I had no choice but to surrender. I knelt on the wet asphalt with my hands up.
The police dragged me into an unfamiliar, abandoned building. The walls and floors gleamed white. I gagged on the smell of fresh chlorine. My eyes stung from the intense, white lights. Fiery pain ripped through my arms. Smoke escaped my lips. So cold. My teeth chattered. My body kept shaking.
I lifted my head. A man in the trademark navy blue suit of the CHA stood in front of me. My insides quivered. A metallic voice announced I was a traitor and a danger to society. But it offered me a choice—immediate administration of the vaccine or death.
It didn’t matter. Either way killed a Creative.
Someone held a syringe filled with a golden liquid.
A flash of dark steel. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my temple. If I chose me, my family would be heartbroken. If I…too late. Someone else made my choice. I didn’t get a say in the matter. A man pulled the trigger.
            I woke up sweating and shaking. My vision blurred. I blinked. My knife pressing against my side reminded me of my surroundings. I had fallen asleep with my head on Zared’s shoulder. I sat up and inched away from him.
            “What’s wrong?” He rubbed his eyes.
            “Nothing.” I found my voice. “Just a bad dream.” Understatement. It was my frequent nightmare about the vaccine. It began a year ago. The closer I got to my birthday, the more frequent the dreams got. Now they came every night.
            Exposing the government might not be such a bad idea. With exposure, nobody else would face another Inoculation Day. All Creatives would be safe, and my nightmares would end. But, it was risky. Death would be our reward if we failed. Well, Zared would face certain death. Me? There would be a syringe with my name on it. Failure was not an option.
            “You okay?” He tapped my knee.
            I flinched. “I’ll be fine.”
            “Do you want to ta…?”
            “No.” I stared at the floor. Was he a moron? Talking about my dream might make it happen. Yes, it was superstitious, but I was clinging to it. I had ten more days of believing whatever I wanted. Ten more days to be me. I swallowed a sob.
            “Tru?”
            “What?” I turned my head.
            “I’m not selling you out to the authorities.”
            I searched his face for a trace of sincerity. “Seriously?”
            “Seriously.”
            “I hope not. I have problems with liars.”
            “I’m not lying. I won’t turn you in.” He spoke so low, forcing me to move closer. “Your nightmare was about Inoculation Day?”
            “How did you know?”
            “Your file.”
            Of course, my artistic ability was in a file. Color me stupid. The learning center administered annual behavioral and intelligence tests. The tests pinpointed Creatives. Remember, I said dreams have a way of becoming reality. I knew what was required of me.
            “Zared?” My stomach twisted and turned.
            “What?”
            “I’ll help you if you help me.”
            His body stiffened. “With what?”
            “A way to avoid my Inoculation Day.”
            “Done.”
            “Are you sure? It won’t be easy.”
            “I know.”
            “So you’ll help me?”
            He touched my arm. “Yes.”
            I raised my head. “Now, what’s your plan?”

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Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Sinister Outlaw Release Day Blitz with Dawn White

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Title: Sinister Outlaw
Author: Dawn White
Genre: Erotic Thriller/ MC Outlaw 
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

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Blurb:

Before there was Becca and Gavin there was just Gavin and his brothers in arms. Gavin is the youngest Outlaw Biker Chapter president the Sinister Son's Syndicate have ever had. They are violent and don't play well with others. Gavin looks to make a name for himself, but will the parade of women, and the non stop violence stop his reign as chapter president?

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Dawn White resides in Southern WV with her husband and three daughters. She has always been an avid reader and seems to live a busy life as a wife and mother. One thing that keeps Dawn sane is her writing. She will always strive to give you the best of her busy mind.


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 Gavin takes his Throne by: Dawn White

Fall in Savannah, GA, is usually pretty mild. However, today is a dark day, between the pain I can feel in my bones, the loss of my Uncle, and my President. My head pounded as my uncle’s casket was lowered to the ground. The chrome pins from the brothers in the Syndicate were shining in the late afternoon sunlight. When the creator of your bike club dies, everyone comes out and shows their respect. I looked over to Lucas and noticed the solitary tear running down his face. I had wished mom would come, but when she said she wanted nothing to do with my uncle, she meant it.
After the funeral we made our way back to the clubhouse for the wake. Lots of beer, drugs, and beautiful women. That’s how Uncle Luke rolled. I almost burst out laughing when I saw the gravestone cake Casey had ordered.
“Do you really think that cake was the wisest choice Casey?” I said, trying to hide my amusement. Casey shrugged and smiled at me as she made her way to my side. This wasn’t the way I wanted to get my Pres tab.
“I would like to introduce everyone to your new President of the Sinister Sons Syndicate! Fucking hear, hear!” Blade grabbed my arm and held it high in the air. He pulled me in for a hug, and patted my back as I buried my head in his shoulder.
Hammer stands in the corner, sipping on his jack. He sneers at one of the hunnies as she tries to sneak by him.
“Thanks for coming everyone. I hate getting together on these circumstances, but does a son ever really need a fucking reason to party?!” I lifted my drink in the air.
I finished my drink and snuck off to my room. I kept the light off so no one would notice, but to no avail. Casey snuck in and whispered through the darkness, “Gavin are you here?”
I reached forward in the dark and pulled Casey into my arms, conquering her lips as I pushed her toward the bed. I slowly laid her down, as she pulled her panties off from under her skirt. I unzipped my pants, and let my throbbing dick loose from the confines of my jeans. I crawled in between Casey’s tight legs, and pressed the tip of my thick cock deep inside her wetness. She let out a moan, as I pressed myself into her harder and harder. I reached up Casey’s shirt and grabbed her large breasts.
Casey reached around and grabbed my tight ass. She matched my rhythm as she wrapped her legs tight around my waist.
could feel the pressure starting to twitch in my balls, and before I could stop it– I spilled my seed deep inside her wet cunt. I unsheathed myself from her heat.
She moaned as she pressed up to kiss my lips.
I crawled off of her and made my way to the small bathroom attached to my room. I flipped the lever to the shower, stripped, and stepped in.
I could hear the loud music of the party even over the volume of water in my shower.
Casey knocked on the door and stepped in. “Gavin, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Casey. Just taking a shower.”
“I know, but he was like a father to you and Lucas. I was just trying to check on you.” Casey said as she closed the door behind her.
Within a moment of Casey being gone, there was another tap on the door. “Holy Fuck! I’m fine, just let me have a fucking minute, Casey.” I growled.
“Gavin, it’s me.” Lucas said as he closed the door behind him. He stuck his head in the shower to see me.
“What do you want, Lucas?” I said as I looked up into the water and let it cascade down my body. My tattooed chest, and arms always made the bubbles look tri-colored. I finished rinsing my black hair, and turned the shower off. I grabbed my towel and stepped out.
“I was just making sure you’re all right, Gavin.” Lucas said as he leaned against the sink.
“I’m fine. I don’t know why y’all are so damned worried about me.” I said with my irritation clear in my voice.
“He was my best friend, Uncle, and President. Of course it fucking hurts, but in our line of work, it’s kind of guaranteed. I know I’m never going to be able to have a retirement, and that’s ok with me. If it’s not okay with you then you’re in the wrong fucking family, bro.” I held the door open for Lucas to leave, and dressed in my usual jeans, and black t-shirt. I slid my boots on and pulled my kutte on. My VP tab was gone, and about to be replaced with the Pres Tab. I always wanted this job, but not like this.

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Monday, 29 February 2016

The Dating Chronicles Release Day Blitz & Giveaway with A.V. Scott

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Title: The Dating Chronicles 3
Author: A.V. Scott
Genre: Romance/Erotica – Short Stories
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

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Blurb: 

Cameron is the last person I expected to see at Julian's mansion.
His eyes blaze through me, blowing away my plan. Nothing is what I thought. And, my heart doesn't know who to choose anymore.

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A.V. Scott is a native New Yorker, obsessed with red wine and high heels. When she's not typing away at the next steamy romance novel, she's busy eating copious amounts of Rocher and crossing items off of her bucket list. She began her writing career penning contemporary romance (with a dash of erotica, suspense and humor) for women who like a little something naughty with their fun. You can find A.V. Scott on Facebook and Twitter, where she keeps readers up to date on her writing life. You can follow A.V. SCOTT here...

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Sunday, 28 February 2016

Trinity - Accepting Fate Release Day Blitz with Kylie Price

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Title: Trinity – Accepting Fate book Three
Author: Kylie Price
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

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“I’ve accepted being a monster. Now I need to decide if I will follow fate or kick its arse.”Trinity meets the underbelly of the supernatural world so she and her friends can learn to better protect themselves. As she explores her abilities further she discovers someone lurking in her mind, making her crave what they want— blood. It seems that an enemy survived and her head fills with his plight to not only feed on every living human, but to take her and all those she cares about, out of the picture. Hunger grips her soul as she fights to avoid being seduced by his cravings, while her dark side pleads to be let out. Trying to tame her beast, she pushes herself to exhaustion while training. It’s all she can do as she waits for the pending battle that is already in motion.  Her friend Carra is no help, so she looks for guidance in Carra’s journal, only to discover that something big is coming. Something that will forever change her life. A sacrifice that will grip her to the core and cause her to question her entire existence.  Will she become strong enough to save herself, all the Monsters and Humanity.

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Kylie Price is a shy and reserved person when around people she doesn't know. But, when she does know you, she is a bag of laughs sarcasm, fun and very witty. She has a natural ability to be cheeky in less than a breath. Those friends and family close to her enjoy the sudden burst of energy and laughter that she brings out in others. This is carried over into her novels. From a broken home, growing up was hard and often she felt alone and isolated. She used her imagination to push past that feeling and started creating new worlds from the age of ten. She is dyslexic, but don't let that put you off her books. She has formed a strong team and friendship with her writing and her followers help her to no end. She has pushed past her fears, anxiety and feeling of abandonment to bring herself to full light and follow her dreams of being a writer, no matter how imperfect her spelling is. One of her favourite quotes, "Most days I get a text message from Auto Correct saying, 'What the hell is wrong with you woman. I have no idea what you're on about. Stop that.' lol." This is truly her. She admits to many faults and flaws, but she moves forward them all and takes it on the chin. She strives every day to improve as a writer, friend, mother, etc. Though I think she is fabulous how she is, she reassures me, "There is always room for improvement no matter how great a person thinks they are." So, from me, I say take the chance on this amazing writer's books and follow her, friend her and enjoy the ride with us all. You won't be disappointed. Compiled Author Bio from close friends and fans.

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Trinity - Accepting Fate book 3 http://amzn.to/1KST5DM 

Trinity Series - ALL books available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited. 

Trinity - The Prophecy ‪#‎1 1 ONLY 99 cents - 4.8 stars.‬ http://amzn.to/1KSSZvS 

 Trinity - Defying Destiny #book 2, just $2.99 - 4.9 stars. http://amzn.to/1KSSXEb

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Friday, 26 February 2016

Frequency Cover Reveal with Casey L Bond

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Title: Frequency
Author: Casey L Bond
Genre: YA Paranormal
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Expected Release Date: April 11, 2016
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

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When the Infected attacked, something horrific happened to Porschia Grant. Porschia in Frenzy was scary; Porschia with hallucinations is terrifying. There has to be a reason, and there must be a cure for the episodes refusing to release her from their tentacles of insanity.
Saul is in the center of the city surrounded by secrets–some are damning, some are eye opening—others might just offer hope and be worth fighting for. How can a person justify the possibility of infecting another human being? What might the humans and night-walkers lose if he doesn’t take the chance?

The decisions made, and the lies uncovered, will shock everyone in and around Blackwater, and they just might spark a revolution.

Everything emits a sound… and hunger is deafening… horrible.

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