Satan’s Savages Box Set by K.E. Osborn Blog Tour

Series: The Satan’s Savages Series Box Set
Novels included: 
Steel: A Satan’s Savages MC Book 1
Flame: A Satan’s Savages MC Book 2
Stealth: A Satan’s Savages MC Book 3
Crazed: A Satan’s Savages MC Book 4
Sharp: A Satan’s Savages MC Book 5
Author: K.E. Osborn
Genre: MC Romance
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We ride hard, we fear none.
We are the Satan’s Savages MC, and our story is not for the feint of heart. 
We are hardcore, callous bikers.
But sometimes we’re caught off guard.
We know how the club works.
We are brothers, and all have our parts to play.
But sometimes circumstances change the road ahead.
Find out what happens when our Club is turned upside down.
Forcing men against brothers.
Family against blood.
And lovers against lovers. 

In The Satan’s Savages Series Box Set.

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.


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The Bad Luck Witch by Heather Hamilton Review

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Title- The Bad luck Witch

Author- Heather Hamilton

Genre- Paranormal Cozy Mystery

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synopsis

MAGIC AND MAYHEM, MYSTERY AND ROMANCE.

Truly Mason has had the bad luck to lose her mother, her singing voice, her opera career, and her TV star fiancé all in one year. When her aunt dies and leaves her a house called Lady’s View on the coast of Maine, Truly hopes her luck is finally changing. Leaving her past behind, she moves to Kilkeel, but from the moment she arrives, strange events lead to the conclusion that her aunt was murdered, and that Truly could be next.

Guarded by a demon trapped in the body of a house cat, Truly must use her wits, and the strange magic in her broken voice, to navigate a perilous world of hunky neighbors with dark pasts, lawyers with supernatural sex appeal, and bickering witches with an agenda. But it’s also a world of magic and music, and a bad luck curse that could destroy them all.

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Bad luck seems to follow Truly Mason everywhere she goes. She has lost everything including her dream of becoming a world renowned opera star, her fiance and worst of all her mother. She has no idea why her luck is so bad until one day she finds out about her long lost Aunt Felicia and her passing.

Truly has never felt like she belonged and felt like something was missing and now she knows what it is. Her mother tried to shield her from danger and the truth but with her death the truth has come out and refuses to go away.

So I have been on a bit of a witchy and magic reading spree as of lately with the leaves changing color so does my preference in reading material! The Halloween spirit is alive inside my Kindle and I  especially enjoyed reading this story! From page one the author captures her readers with mystery and hijinks with every page turn. The plot was not only well written but super entertaining!

Not only did I fall head over heels for Truly Mason who by the way is sassy funny and quick witted but I also fell in love with the story the author so craft-fully built! I eagerly await the second book in the series and strongly recommend you pick this baby up!

Rating- 4.5 out of 5 Cupcakes!

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Heather Hamilton-Senter grew up in a family where books of myth and legend were used to teach the ABCs and Irish uncles still believed in fairies. Raised with tall tales, she has always told stories too- first as an actor and singer, then as a photographer, and now as a writer.

Heather lives in rural Ontario, Canada raising Summer, Holly, and little Stephen to tell their own stories, cheered on by her biggest fan, her husband Steve.

 

Descendant by Regan Ure Blog Tour


  Title: Descendant

Series: The Archaic Series #3
Publication Date: October 14, 2016
Genre: YA Fantasy

She’d survived change. She’d survived heartbreak. Now she has to survive one more fight for survival.

Ava Delaney was normal once upon a time, but then she met a boy and she fell in love. Then she kept his secret and fell into his world. She became one of them. And now… now it’s time to face the evil that’s coming for her.

Twin brothers, one good and one evil, will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

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The Archaic Series #1

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The Archaic Series #2

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Regan is a South African who is married to an IT specialist. She is also mom to a daughter and son. She discovered the joy of writing at the tender age of twelve. Her first two novels were teen fiction romance. She then got sidetracked into the world of computer programming and travelled extensively visiting twenty-seven countries.A few years ago after her son’s birth she stayed home and took another trip into the world of writing. After writing nine stories on a free writing website, winning an award and becoming a featured writer the next step was to publish her stories.

If she isn’t writing her next novel you will find her reading soppy romance novels, shopping like an adrenaline junkie or watching too much television.

Touchdown by TS McKinney Blog Tour

Title: Touchdown
Series: Game Day Series Book 1
Author: TS McKinney
Publisher – Dark Hollows Press
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: September 7, 2016
Alexander Bryant has lived his entire life making everyone else happy. After meeting Lincoln, will he have the courage to finally do what makes him happy?
Alexander – I like to consider myself a rebel – an ass-kicker that takes what he wants regardless of what others think. I make my own path and flip off the people who don’t agree. I laugh in the face of conflict. Nobody tells me what to do.
In reality, everything about me is a lie – past, present, and future. The Bryant family name requires certain things and all my decisions are based on those requirements. I like football, but the family name demands I love it. I want to be an artist, but the family name demands I be a lawyer. The family demands I fall in love with a nice girl, but I’m falling for, well, the opposite of nice AND girl. I’m a coward and a liar.
Lincoln – I like to imagine myself a loner – a cold heartless bastard that takes what he wants. I lived the biggest part of my life with parents that were ashamed of me for more reasons that one could begin to count, so I trust no one. I have a low tolerance for bullshit and hate liars. So why did I go and fall in love with the biggest liar of them all?

“Sexy, charming, hot and delightful book!” – Amazon Review 
“Touchdown is funny, naughty and delightful” – Amazon Review 
“Super sexy and sassy!!” – MM Book Escape

 

 

Alexander

I lay there, or at least I think I’m lying down on some sort of soft surface. Soft and cozy. Smells nice. Yeah, it feels like a mattress, but it also feels like I’m floating on a fluffy cloud. I can hear things, some soft music playing, but it sounds like everything is so far away. I’m toasty warm. Even in my sluggish mind I know I’ve never felt this relaxed in my entire life. I can’t explain it – other than I never want the feeling to go away.

I should probably open my eyes and try to at least wake up, but it feels so damned good that I keep them clenched tightly together. There’s a nagging twitch in the back of my mind, telling me something isn’t quite right and I should be concerned, very concerned, but I don’t want to listen. I try to shut out my mind and focus only on what my body is saying.

I want to relax and enjoy whatever the hell this is. I don’t use drugs, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to start if this is the result of pill popping. Did I drink too much? Nope; if I had, I’d be feeling more like a rattlesnake being poked instead of a cuddly slug cocooned someplace…that smelled so damned nice. What the hell was that scent? I liked it. I’m pretty sure if I was able, it would turn me on. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might not have the energy to even get it up…and it feels so good that I don’t even care.

What had I been doing? Where was I? What had happened and how could I make it happen again?

“Alexander.” A husky voice invaded my state of peace and relaxation.

I peeked an eye open and immediately wished I hadn’t. Fuck. Fuck. Double fuck. What the double fuck? I tried to scramble away from the man looming over me but my limbs felt like fucking jelly that had been left out in the sun. My arms wouldn’t work. My fucking legs wouldn’t work. The only thing that was fucking working was the voice inside my head screaming for me to run for my fucking life. Well, shit. I’m naked. Yep, naked and apparently I’m in another man’s bed. I don’t belong in the beds of other men. Nope, not me. Especially not the bed of Lincoln Montgomery, spanker of bare asses.

“Calm down, Alexander,” Lincoln said in that deep, sexier than sexy voice. “You’re going to feel weak after our scene. It’s natural so don’t be alarmed. Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned away to reach for something. Before I could even consider trying to at least slide across the bed and belly crawl for the window so I could jump to my death, he was back around and offering me a bottle of water. No way was I drinking that shit. I’m sure it’s drugged; just like whatever I drank last night had to have been drugged. That’s why I was feeling so weak. And fucking wonderful.

Oh, shit. The scene! I had actually let another man spank me with a crop. In front of a crowd. Practically naked. I’m pretty sure I begged for it. I eyed the window again, calculating if I could make it before Lincoln grabbed me and hauled me back to his bed. Sure, I’d die naked and humiliate my parents and grandparents, but that would have to be their fucking problem. For the first time in my life, they would just have to deal with me breaking the rules. Technically, I suppose, I wasn’t breaking them. Mother just always said to have clean underwear on in case you are in an accident. I suppose in her mind no underwear would surely beat dirty underwear.

“Stop acting like a child, Alexander. We’re on the tenth floor. You would splatter,” Lincoln scolded. “Now drink your water. After an especially intense scene, you need plenty of rest and fluids. You’ve gotten the rest, so let’s drink our water, shall we?”

Apparently he could read my mind. Perfect.

“I don’t want your water, Lincoln. You’re probably just trying to drug me again,” I spat. Hell, I knew he hadn’t drugged me, but it sounded a hell of a lot better than I was stone-cold sober when I stripped in front of strangers and let a grown-ass man spank me. Oh wait, I’m also naked in his comfy bed. We probably fucked, too.

It gets better and better.

I wiggle a bit to see if I’m sore in places I shouldn’t be sore. Yep, I sure the fuck am. Of course that could very well be from the spanking I received, but, then again, it could be from something much worse. Shit, did I let this man fuck me? Double shit, why does the thought of that not piss me off like it should?

“Are you implying I’ve drugged you, Alexander?” Lincoln asked as he opened the bottle of water. I opened my mouth to tell him I damned straight thought he drugged me, but before I could get it out, he had scooped up my head and forced the bottle against my lips. “Drink,” he ordered.

So I drank it.

“Very good,” he praised and I glowed like a fucking moron. Why the hell would I care if he was happy or not? I should be feeling the opposite. Actually, I should probably punch him the face – if only my damned arms didn’t feel like a ton of lead. Since an angry glare was the only weapon I possessed at the moment, I glared. And glared. And glared.

He laughed – the motherfucker.

“You’ve got a pretty pout, Alexander. I’m sure you use it to get your way on most occasions, but it won’t work with me so put it away. Don’t waste your time and mine.”

His voice sounded like a growl. A very sexy, very arousing growl. Something inside of me wanted to purr. I settled for, “Fuck off, Lincoln.”

“Do you remember what happened earlier?” He pulled a chair right up against the bed and leaned closer to me than I felt comfortable with. No, scratch that. He leaned closer than I wanted to feel comfortable with. As it turns out, what I think I want and what my body wants might be two different things, as in on opposite ends of the chart. My head is screaming “no” but my body is dying to get closer to him. As my nostrils flare, I realize the scent that has been driving me crazy with lust is none other than Lincoln Montgomery. Could it get any worse?
“I’m straight,” I blurted out, trying to convince myself more than Lincoln. “Not gay.” Yeah, clarify it like he didn’t have a clue what straight meant. I’m a fucking idiot.

He smiled. It was one of those indulgent smiles that parents give children when they say or do something ridiculous. “Yes, thank you for telling me, Alexander. Again.”

Oh yeah, I had already told him that. Shit.

“Don’t worry. Straight men end up on the other end of my crop and then naked in my bed all the time.” Another indulgent smile. “It happens alllll the time.” He mocked.

“Did we?” I asked. I had to know. Shit, I didn’t want to know.

“Did we what?” Lincoln asked with a smirk. He knew damned well what I wanted to know. “Did we fuck?” I hissed, furious he made me say it and even more furious at the blush creeping across my body.

Lincoln remained perfectly quiet and I knew the delay was only meant to make me suffer as long as humanly possible. His eyes, a deep midnight blue, twinkled with merriment at my expense. I wasn’t sure of a hell of a lot of things at the moment, but I was one hundred percent certain that if Lincoln had fucked me, I enjoyed it. There was an aura of arrogance that he wore like a second skin – not the stupid kind of arrogance, but the kind that one got from being told how incredibly awesome they were. At fucking. He was probably awesome at fucking.

Finally, he said, “Trust me, Alexander; you would know it if I’d fucked you.” He leaned closer to me. “Every inch of you, inside and out, would know you’d been properly fucked.” His hot breath tickled my cheek as he spoke the words…the words that tickled me somewhere else. Fuck. How horrifying would it be if my cock got hard right about now? Pretty fucking horrifying.

“Plus, you’re straight, remember?”
T.S. McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.
Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with my family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow me to redecorate their houses…and listen to my naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.

Tales of Dovewood Series by AnnaB. Madrise Blog Tour

Series: Tales of Dovewood
Titles: The Hobgoblin Queen & Wrath of The King 
Author: Anna B. Madrise 
Genre: YA Fantasy
Release Date: Available Now
Mundane Bergamot is just a simple Kitchen Witch from Whistlestoppe Village who thinks that there is more to life than gardening and cooking up spells with her Aunt Dovie. While traveling to Bettelburghal she meets Javen, a mysterious Book Mage from Nettlespire, who gifts to her a most unusual magic book which triggers a visit from two very extraordinary adventurers. She learns from her newfound friends that they need her help to save them and their kind from a terrible fate. Through Javen’s gift, clues begin to reveal themselves that sets them on their quest.
But the evil King Vezzen of New Taleggia has plans of his own for the elusive creatures that inhabit the mountains beyond Dovewood Forest. Where previous kings have failed, King Vezzen is determined to succeed and impatient for a new war that could elevate his name above all others. Now Mundane must see if she had what it takes to out-smart the wicked king, save her friends from the brink of extinction, and quite possibly lift the curse that binds them all to Dovewood Island.

The Hobgoblin Queen finds that time is stacked against her to master her newly acquired magic all while preparing for the impending war with New Taleggia. In a final plea to bring the Trow home to Boggleann she strikes a deal with those malevolent shadows hoping that her bargain does not cost her the very souls that she is trying to protect.

Lorcan, brother to Javen, and once a Book Mage to The Order, has turned his back on Nettlespire deciding that King Vezzen holds the key to his own quest for unlimited power. He realizes early on that the greedy king is easy to manipulate thus setting into motion his ambitions to steal from the king that which he desires most.

King Vezzen, the supreme authority over all of New Taleggia and the town of Bettelburghal is bitter that his rule extends no further. Trapped on the island of Dovewood he is obsessed with claiming the rest of its land and tapping into the untold magical treasures that await him deep in the mountains of Boggleann; home of the goblin-demons which he plans to destroy. With a single Simulacrum ring in his possession and the knowledge of how to use it, King Vezzen decides the time has come to smite his enemies once and for all.

Will Dovewood survive the wrath of the king or will a new era of evil overtake her?

Anna B. Madrise, is a slightly, catty-wampus, fiction author who is a happy “transplant” to the state of Georgia where she lives with her husband and a menagerie of four-legged, furry, little monsters, that include four fluffy dogs and one rock-star kitty-cat. She whole-heartedly embraces southern grits, chicken & waffles, boiled peanuts, and sweet tea.

Anna is author of Tales of Dovewood; an on-going YAfantasy-book series and The Indie Manual; a How-To book for self-pub authors. She is an avid gardener, cook, kayaker, and much like the Hobgoblins she writes about; enjoys all things shiny.

Anna is very active on Twitter helping to support and promote fellow writers and authors that make up the self-pub community and also on Pinterest where she shares boards about Kitchen-Witchery, books, royal jewels, and of course; magic.

 
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Here’s to Now by Teagan Hunter Cover Reveal

Title: Here’s To Now
Author: Teagan Hunter
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Release Date: November 11, 2016

 

Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers. Lovers to…oh, sh*t, we just got married in Vegas!
My name is Gaige Addams, and my life is full of regrets.
I’ve held on to grudges, shamed myself for my mistakes, and kept secrets from those closest to me for far too long. For years, I’ve been atoning for my wrongs by working hard, never letting myself loosen up, and always placing everyone’s needs before my own.
Until she came along. She convinced me to live in the now, let go of my resentments, untie the chains I’ve bound myself with, and enjoy something for me.
Then, things got complicated.
Her name is Haley Kamden, and I refuse to regret her.

 

 

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I’m a romance cover artist by day and a writer by…well, every free moment I get. I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days bugging him about getting a cat so our puppy won’t be alone (he keeps saying no). I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural. I like cold weather, I buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never match my socks—unless they’re fuzzy.

I’m weird. It’s kind of my “thing.”

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Unexplained by Renee Regent Cover Reveal

Title: Unexplained
Series: Higher Elevation Series
Author: Renee Regent
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2016
When it comes to love, some things just can’t be explained….
A skeptical reporter who witnesses the unbelievable…
It’s the late 1970’s, and tenacious journalism student Sarah McKenn doesn’t believe the rumors of strange happenings in her small college town of Fort Winston, Colorado. But a supernatural event she experiences while chasing down a story for her school’s newspaper leaves her questioning everything. In her quest for understanding, she meets and falls for Chris, the only man she believes can help her unravel the truth.

A psychology student determined to prove his psychic talents are real…
Christian Levine is on the cusp of a bright future as a research psychologist when he agrees to participate in a secret experiment at the request of his mentor. Though it’s the perfect opportunity to prove his psychic abilities, the project turns deadly when Chris discovers the real motivation of the man in control of it all. Chris is forced to choose between his own freedom or saving the lives of his mentor and Sarah─the woman he loves.

A bond that transcends all boundaries…
The chemistry between Sarah and Chris surprises them—a soul-filling passion and a deep psychic connection neither thought possible. Can they discover what their bond means before their lives are ripped apart?
When they reached the dorm, he walked her through the snow to the side entrance, his arm around her shoulder. Warmth from his body contrasted with the chilly air, and she snuggled in closer. He stopped when they reached the door, but moved them into the shadows, away from the glare of the building’s light.
Snowflakes cascaded around them, floating to the ground like tiny parachutes. He pulled her close and she melted into his embrace, warm breath reaching her cheek. His lips found hers, gentle at first, then firmer as the kiss went on. When he stilled, then pulled back, she looked up at him. In the shadows his eyes were indigo-dark, and questioning. He was looking for her approval. She smiled, and leaned forward, hoping he’d take the bait. He did.
His moustache was surprisingly soft against her skin as he kissed her more passionately this time. She felt the flick of his tongue on her lips, testing. She opened and let him in, enjoying the faint taste of coffee. She pressed forward, mimicking his movements, exploring his mouth. When they broke away, steam from their breath rose in plumes around them.
“I guess you better go in before you freeze.”
She laughed, from exhilaration, and nervousness. “No chance of that, with you around.” 
He laughed too, a throaty sound she liked to hear. 
“Sarah, I’d like to see you again, okay? We can go to a movie, or I could make you dinner at my place.”
“I’d like that. I mean, to see you. I don’t care what we do.” 
He opened the door to the stairwell for her. “Great. I make a mean sausage and pepper dish, with whatever type of pasta you like. How about Friday night?”
She agreed, and he kissed her again, a tender caress that made her knees threaten to buckle. She watched from the stairwell as he left, then almost floated up the stairs. 
Through her euphoria, a sense of foreboding nagged at her. She had promised herself no attachments, no getting involved. But being with him felt too good to pass up. It was more than infatuation─a physical longing, an ache, overtook her at the thought of not seeing him again. Rational thought and logic had no chance against the powerful chemistry that emanated from Christian Levine. It was a chemistry that so far had proved to be stronger than her logical defenses.
A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business. But she never lost her love of writing stories, especially romance, science fiction, and fantasy. She’s always been fascinated with the science of how the universe works, but equally entranced by the unexplained. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about the power of love, with a supernatural twist. Her stories feature psychics, witches, ghosts and ordinary people who do extraordinary things.

 


Renee, a California native, lives in Atlanta with her husband, three cats and four turtles. When not working or writing, she can be found sitting on her deck enjoying nature. Wine may or may not be involved….

A member of Georgia Romance Writers and the Georgia Writer’s Association, Renee also loves blogging and sharing her ideas on the business side of being an author, trends in fiction, and tips she has learned in her writing journey.

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