Cover Reveal: Origin (A Lux Novel) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

ORIGIN official Blurb:

Daemon will do anything to get Katy back.

After the successful but disastrous raid on Mount Weather, he’s facing the impossible. Katy is gone. Taken. Everything becomes about finding her. Taking out anyone who stands in his way? Done. Burning down the whole world to save her? Gladly. Exposing his alien race to the world? With pleasure.
All Katy can do is survive.
Surrounded by enemies, the only way she can come out of this is to adapt. After all, there are sides of Daedalus that don’t seem entirely crazy, but the group’s goals are frightening and the truths they speak even more disturbing. Who are the real bad guys? Daedalus? Mankind? Or the Luxen?
Together, they can face anything.
But the most dangerous foe has been there all along, and when the truths are exposed and the lies come crumbling down, which side will Daemon and Katy be standing on? And will they even be together?

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Origin will be released on 8/27/2013 with Entangled's Teen line.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer Armentrout lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell, Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Release Event & Giveaway: Damaged 2 by H.M. Ward

Blurb:

The steamy sequel to the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling New Adult novel DAMAGED by H.M. Ward.

Home isn't supposed to be dangerous, but for Sidney it is. Returning home means that she has to face her past. It's not just the man who hurt Sidney that makes it horrible, but the family that didn't believe her. They were dead to her, but now that her mom is really dying things seem different. It's a chance to set things right.

What Sidney doesn't realize is that she's dragging Peter into a collision course with his past. Peter must deal with the demons haunting him if he wants to move forward with Sidney. He's willing to give up everything for her, even wade deeper into his past life to help her move forward. But, Peter isn't sure if he can get over what happened to him in New York.

Genre: New Adult Romance
Length: Novel ~325 pgs
Sequel to the Bestselling phenomenon DAMAGED

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About the Author:

NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, & WALL STREET JOURNAL Bestselling author H.M. Ward recently appeared in FORBES. Ward was also featured in the Washington Post for her debut novel. Romance series by H.M. Ward include Secrets, Scandalous, The Arrangement, and The Secret Life of Trystan Scott.

Author social media links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorHMWard
Twitter: https://twitter.com/hmward ; @hmward
Blog: http://Blog.DemonKissed.com

Excerpt:

Dinner is slow and silent. By the time we head back to the room, I’m ready for a long hot shower. Peter unlocks the door and for the first time, he flips on the lights. I stop in my tracks just on the other side of the door. Peter rams into my back nearly knocking me over. He grabs hold of my arms just above the elbow and steadies me.

“Holy shit.” The room is… I have no words. My senses are overwhelmed with thick textures, red velvets and satins. There’s a shag rug the color of a rose. One huge heart-shaped bed sits in the center of the room with a matching heart shaped mirror on the ceiling. I’m standing there with my hands clapped over my mouth.

Peter shoves past me. “She’s a nice old lady with interesting taste.” Peter sits down hard on the bed and pulls his shoes off. He flicks his eyes up at me after a second. I haven’t moved. “So it looks like a porn set from the 70’s, what’s the big deal?”

My eyes widen and I look over at him. “There’s a pole.” I walk forward and slowly reach out my hand toward the brass pole in the middle of the room. I move carefully, like it might bite.

Peter has a crooked smirk on his face. “You’re so prude.”

I yank my arm back and turn on him. “Are you insane? This room would make a prude person have a coronary! They’d fall over on the bed and watch themselves die in the ceiling mirror. There’s a pole!” My voice squeaks the last part.

Peter peels off his tee shirt and shakes his head. I watch him do it and wish I hadn’t. His body is so beautiful that it’s hard to look away, but I manage. My stomach does a little summersault just before I turn. “So hang your laundry on it and stop freaking out.”

“What kind of married couple uses a pole on their wedding night?”

He grins. Peter pushes off the bed and walks over to me. He looks down into my face. He’s standing too close, and from the look on his face, he’s doing it on purpose. “I think you’d stop freaking out if you’d seen a pole dance before. You know the woman doesn’t actually fuck the pole, right?”

My jaw drops. I make a high pitched sound and slap his chest. “Yes, I know that. And I suppose you’ve seen plenty of dances on one of these.”

“Yeah, but only at strip clubs.” His eyes drink me in. They’re so dark. He holds my gaze for a moment and adds, “How about a private performance?” I go to slap his face again, but Peter catches my wrist and stops me. It dawns on me that he could have stopped me last time, too, but he didn’t. His eyes flick back and forth between mine. “Stop slapping me, Colleli.”

“Stop giving me reasons to.”

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Author Spotlight: Coming Home by B.L. Mooney

Synopsis:

Rebecca Shultz has always known she was adopted. She couldn’t have chosen better parents than the ones that chose her. They’ve always made her feel loved and she’s never wanted for anything—except knowing why she was given up in the first place. Until she finds those answers, Rebecca feels as though she’s stuck in her past.

In the hopes of finding those answers, she accepts a job hundreds of miles away from the only home she’s ever known. However, not everyone is happy about her arrival. Someone wants her to give up the search and go back to her small town.

What Rebecca didn’t expect to find was Ryan Thomas. No one understands the attractive ad executive the way Rebecca does. He would rather spend his free time playing baseball with the kids in the same group home where he once lived than spend it with anyone that wants to take him away from there. Rebecca understands that these kids deserve a chance. Will Ryan be able to convince her to take one with him?

With Ryan distracting Rebecca with feelings she’s never felt before, roadblocks popping up that keep her from the answers to her past, and someone desperately trying to get her to leave, will she give up before her questions are answered? Will she stay and fight to find the truth?

Or will she find that she already has everything she ever needed and that home can be anywhere you want it to be?

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About the Author:

B.L. Mooney started writing when the voices and storylines in her head ran out of room. They were getting too cramped and neither B.L. nor the characters could take it anymore, so she did the only thing she could do--she made room. She always knew she wanted to write, but vowed to make time for it later. Now that she's made time for writing, most everything else falls to the wayside. That seems to suit the characters that keep popping up just fine.

B.L. lives in the Midwest and her other talents include in-demand cookies, a very dry sense of humor, and stealth eavesdropping. Some mannerisms, attitudes, or twists come from random sentences picked up while passing by strangers. So speak up the next time you have something to gossip about. You never know, it may just end up on the pages of the next book you read.

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Book Launch & Giveaway: We Are Made of Stardust by Mimi Strong

**She's a sassy bookstore manager, he's a famous actor. This Notting Hill-inspired New Adult romance is outrageous, funny, and full of SEX, SEX, SEX.**

Peaches Monroe, age 22, is a plus-sized beauty who spends quiet days with books, in the small town of Beaverdale, Washington.

One Saturday afternoon, she's balancing precariously on a chair, in a bridesmaid dress, when a handsome dark-haired man comes running into the bookstore. He knocks Peaches over, she lands in his muscular arms. They lock gazes, and ...

She recognizes him.

As the sexy vampire heartthrob she watches on TV once a week.

Peaches and Dalton Deangelo are completely wrong for each other. He's only in town temporarily, working on an indie movie. She should stay away. He should stay away, too.

But they're drawn to each other. Dalton claims it's because they're made from the same stardust. He says a lot of dramatic things, but it's his carbohydrate-free perfect body and sexy touch that turns Peaches to Jell-O.

Genre: NEW ADULT ROMANCE / Contemporary Romance / Erotic Romance

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Review:

Prior to reading We Are Made of Stardust, I had read three books by Mimi Strong, including Pretty Girls, The Kissing Coach, and For You. Though they all feature heroines with a bit of spunk and sass, they are, for the most part, dramatic stories with subject matters varying in degrees of seriousness. With a self-described “pleasantly plump” heroine nicknamed Peaches whose self-image has seesawed since high school, We Are Made of Stardust embraces a new type of heroine, injecting a bit of heartache and a whole lot of humor into this first installment of what will be a series about Petra “Peaches” Monroe. 

Of the four books I have now read by Mimi Strong, We Are Made of Stardust is my favorite, not only because it’s one of the funniest books I’ve ever read, but because it’s incredibly fresh and unpredictable. While I had a vague inclination of how the book would end (it’s part of a series, after all), I never knew what would come out of the shockingly dirty mouths of Peaches and her love interest, Dalton Deangelo, who is as eccentric a character as the bad boy vampire he plays on television. When Dalton spouts lines like, “I’m, going to give you a dramatic on-screen kiss,” I’m torn between wanting to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation and wanting to swoon as I picture these words being delivered with a straight face by an Ian Somerhalder lookalike.

Usually when a book is funny, I’ll chuckle a bit and laugh aloud if something is particularly funny; with this book, I laughed so loud, I’m fairly certain I heard an echo. The source of most of my amusement, believe it or not, was the love scenes. Peaches’ claim to have a big mouth at the start of the book is entirely accurate, and I couldn’t wait to discover what she would say next. I lost track of the number of different euphemisms Peaches uses in reference to her lady bits and Dalton’s man parts. The increasingly inventive substitutive words somehow manage to make the love scenes both sexy and hilarious. 

Part fantasy and part harsh reality, We Are Made of Stardust is a story that I connected with from the first page, thanks in large part to the book’s leading lady, who is my new favorite fictional heroine. Peaches is unlike any other book heroine I’ve come across, which why I find her so likeable. I enjoyed her colorful vocabulary and sympathized with her natural distrust toward her peers. I’m excited to follow the continuation of her journey in the follow-up to We Are Made of Stardust, which will pick up after a huge cliffhanger that came as a complete surprise, even after subtle hints were dropped throughout the book. I wasn’t entirely prepared for a revelation of this magnitude and I want to both curse and applaud Mimi Strong for leaving me on the edge of my seat.  

Rating: 5 Stars

Excerpt:

 
“Are we telling secrets now?”

“Either that or kissing. Your choice.”

I shook at the thought of divulging my secrets.

“Kissing.”

His gaze went to my lips and he leaned forward slowly.

He murmured, his voice low and barely audible, “I'm going to give you a dramatic on-screen kiss.”

I giggled in response, which normally would have made me cringe at my stupidity, but the way he was looking at me was so serious and sexy. I felt like my body was under water, with pleasant pressure pushing me together in all directions, but that at any moment, I might fly apart like so much stardust.

Dalton's expression got ultra-serious, and just like that, he turned into Drake Cheshire, the cultured vampire with a taste for big-lipped girls under one hundred pounds. He stared intensely at my eyes, my lips, my cleavage, my throat, my lips, and then up to my eyes again. I melted like a pat of butter on summer pavement.

He moved in closer, so our noses were an inch apart, and he repeated the intense look. Eyes. His, green like precious emeralds. Lips. Mine, slightly parted and trembling. Throat. Feeling very exposed. Cleavage. Mine, heaving. Probably. By the way I couldn't quite catch my breath.

His gaze slid back dreamily to my lips, and he tilted his head to the side, not yet touching his mouth to mine.

We held steady, the only movements our breathing and minor swaying with the motion of the vehicle. I could feel the heat from his skin against my lips. He tipped his head back and looked me in the eyes again.

Oh, the slow torture.

His hand moved from the outside of my thigh to the inside. I gasped. No nylons. Bare flesh. His hand was only at the hem line of my bridesmaid dress, but the way he was looking at me, it felt much more intimate. He took one of my legs firmly in both hands and pushed it to bring space between my legs, and then his hand traveled up further.

He breathed against my lips and blinked slowly as his hand moved in, up under the peach-hued tulle skirt of my dress. His fingertips grazed the silky material of my underwear.

I arched my back as the sensation of his touch blazed through me. A tiny sigh escaped my parted lips.

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Release Event & Giveaway: Fixed on You by Laurelin Paige

Blurb:

Stalking and restraining orders are a thing of Alayna Pierce’s past. With her MBA newly in hand, she has her future figured out – move up at the nightclub she works at and marry the manager, David. He’s perfect for her because, although he’s attractive, he doesn’t get her all turned inside out and upside down like some other men have. It’s a safe plan, one that assures she’ll remain in control of her obsessive love disorder.

But what Alayna didn’t figure on is Hudson Pierce, the new owner of the nightclub. He’s smart, rich, and gorgeous – the kind of guy Alayna knows to stay away from if she wants to keep her past tendencies in check. Except, Hudson’s fixed his sights on her. He wants her in his bed and makes no secret of his plans to seduce her. Avoiding him becomes impossible after he offers a business proposition Alayna can’t turn down and she’s drawn further into his universe, unable to resist his gravitational pull.

Soon Alayna’s charmed by Hudson in every way possible and the control over her old behaviors slip. When she learns Hudson has a dark history of his own, she realizes too late that she’s fallen for the worst man she could possibly get involved with. Or maybe their less than ideal pasts give them an opportunity to heal each other and finally find the love their lives have been missing.

About the Author:

Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or

dreaming of Adam Levine. She is represented by Bob Diforio of D4EO Literary Agency.

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Excerpt:

Streams of sunlight poured through the windows, warming and waking me up earlier than I would have on my usual sleep schedule. Before looking, I sensed I was alone. When I turned, I squinted at the clock on the nightstand next to where Hudson should have been sleeping. Nine-twenty-seven.
I blinked several times, adjusting my eyes, while I considered whether I wanted to get up and search for my lover or roll over and go back to sleep. I still hadn’t made a decision when the doors opened to the bedroom and Hudson appeared wearing nothing but black silk pajama bottoms and carrying a breakfast tray.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said as I sat up, the smell of coffee luring me further out of sleep. “I’m showing my family what an awesome boyfriend I am by bringing you breakfast in bed. Omelets. Sans mushrooms, of course. No cherry-flavored blow pops.” He winked as he set the tray on the table in the sitting area.
“This is one of those inappropriate moments for a blow pop anyway. And you should have said amazingly awesome boyfriend. Breakfast in bed is the best.” Though the thing making my mouth water was the never tiresome sight of Hudson barefoot and shirtless.
“I’m not that awesome.” He left the tray and untied the string of his PJs, letting them fall to the ground, exposing his beautifully erect penis. He slid under the covers and climbed over me. “I’m going to make you eat it cold.”
Before his kiss prevented me from speech or thought I mumbled, “Cold breakfast sounds perfect.”

Fixed on You Playlist:

This Love Will Be Your Downfall – Ellie Goulding
China – Tori Amos
You Give Me Something – James Morrison
The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice
Volcano – Damien Rice
Every Breath You Take – Police
Fuck Was I – Jenny Owens Young
White Flag – Dido
Use Somebody – Kings of Leon
Blood Bank – Bon Iver
Heart of Stone – Iko
Scream – Usher
Poison and Wine – The Civil Wars
So Easy – Phillip Phillips
Fix You – Coldplay
Gravity – Sara Bareilles
Die Alone – Ingrid Michaelson
Try – Nelly Furtado
Toxic – Britney Spears
Possession – Sarah McLachlan

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