✶Greed-by Fisher Amelie✶ Cover Reveal and a Surprise

August 14, 2013 by truestorybb

It’s finally here! The Cover for Greed (book 2 in the Seven Deadly series) by Fisher Amelie! Lisa and I both loved Vain (book one) very much so we are anxiously awaiting the release of Greed.

✶Releasing Fall 2013*

Gather ‘round, love, because I want you. I want what you have, I want what you don’t have, I want more of what I already have. I want. But if you so much as ask for something in return, go ahead and walk away. Know if you want to play in my world, it’s every man for themselves and the weak become mine. Leeches will be obliterated because I make it my job to destroy them. I protect what’s mine and I take what’s yours…because that’s what I do. I want.

My story will not endear me to you and, frankly, I could care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and nothing else. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry, immoral asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every girl’s fantasy.

I’m Spencer Blackwell…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

✶Now, are you ready for that surprise? Okay, well here you have it. The NEW cover for Vain (book one in the Seven Deadly Series). It’s so beautiful and I love how all the titles are going to be similar.✶

If you’re looking for a story about a good, humble girl, who’s been hurt by someone she thought she could trust, only to find out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought she was and discovers an empowering side of herself that falls in love with the guy who helps her find that self, blah, blah, blah…then you’re gonna’ hate my story.

Because mine is not the story you read every time you bend back the cover of the latest trend novel. It’s not the “I can do anything, now that I’ve found you/I’m misunderstood but one day you’ll find me irresistible because of it” tale. Why? Because, if I was being honest with you, I’m a complete witch. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a friend using, drug abusing, sex addict from Los Angeles. I’m every girlfriend’s worst nightmare and every boy’s fantasy.

I’m Sophie Price…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most envied girl to the girl no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

✶Sneak Peak as to what’s to come✶

✶Fisher Amelie✶

Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum & Harper and Thomas& January. She began her writing career as a copywriter for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client’s said, ‘Hey! You’re funny. You should write books’. Which in turn she said, ‘Hey, get out of here! This is the lady’s restroom.’ While washing her hands and the embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid point. So, she took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up, tucked them into her pocket and began writing and writing and writing.

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Website: http://www.fisheramelie.com/

Blog: http://fisheramelie.com/blog/

✴The Devil’s Tattoo-by Nicole R. Taylor✴ Cover Reveal

August 13, 2013 by truestorybb

✴ Release Date: September 1, 2013✴

Book: The Devil’s Tattoo

Author: Nicole R. Taylor

Cover Designer: Paper and Sage Designs

Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+

Hosted By: Xpresso Book Tours

Zoe Granger picked up her first guitar the day her heart was smashed into a billion pieces. It was a way to keep her mind off her inevitable downward spiral, but music soon became her escape. She’s been burned too many times to tell and is just happy to coast through life, never putting herself out there. That’s until her best friend Dee suggests they start a band and suddenly she finds herself not just a part of it, but fronting the whole outfit.

They call themselves The Devil’s Tattoo and when they release their debut EP, it rockets to the top of the charts and it’s like an overnight fairytale. Contracts, photo shoots, royalties and interviews are heaped onto the shy Zoe and it’s like she’s finally found her place. Then comes the phone call that changes everything. They’ve been asked to co-headline a tour with one of the hottest bands of the moment, The Stabs and Zoe will never be the same again.

Will Strickland is one fourth of the hottest indie rock band to ever grace the airwaves. He’s the bass player in The Stabs, hot as hell and could have his pick of any girl that flings herself at him. But he’s only got eyes for Zoe and she has no idea why he’d bother. She’s got one hell of a trust issue and an attitude to boot and Will seems to be the one who wants to tame her, but is he game enough?

The Devil’s Tattoo and The Stabs go on the road and it’s either going to be a highway to hell or a stairway to heaven. Only time will tell who will come out on top and Zoe’s determined to do it without getting her heart broken… again.

Nicole R. Taylor is an Australian born paranormal, fantasy and contemporary fiction author. She is a graduate of the University of Ballarat Professional Writing and Editing programme and is a former music memorabilia sales person and grocery merchandiser.
She currently lives in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia with a two year old rescue cat named, Burger. She enjoys reading, writing (of course!), traveling and a little too much chocolate. One day she hopes to sky dive, but has to work up the courage first.

The first in her new paranormal fantasy series, The Witch Hunter Saga is available in e-edition and print from March 20th 2013.

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✣I Breathe You-by Lori L. Clark✣ Blog Tour

August 12, 2013 by truestorybb

Title: I Breathe You

Author: Lori L. Clark

Release Date: August 2, 2013

Enter Ian Callahan. He’s the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian’s troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn’t in their cards.

Because Fate’s Crazy that way…

I Breathe You by Lori L. Clark

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I have to say that I cannot even begin to explain how intrigued I was about this book after reading the amazing synopsis. I mean, seriously…read this:

When a tragic accident leaves Rhane Evans — lead vocalist for the rock band Fate’s Crazy — permanently unable to speak above a whisper and kills the love of her life, she moves across the state to pick up the pieces. Shattered, Rhane struggles to understand what happened the night of the accident, an accident everyone blames her for, even though she wasn’t driving the car.
Enter Ian Callahan. He’s the one person who may have a more tumultuous past than Rhane. Though they try hard to deny the sizzling attraction between them, it proves nearly impossible. When Ian’s troubled past threatens to tear them apart, they begin to believe happiness isn’t in their cards.
Because Fate’s Crazy that way…

Suffice it to say that even with a kick ass synopsis, the book was even better than I imagined. There was so much heartache and emotion in this book that I must give a warning…Kleenexes and chocolate are a must!

Rhane Evans

When we first meet Rhane, is on top of the world. In a band-Fates Crazy-along with her amazing boyfriend Dalton and two good friends. Rhane is the voice that makes this band what they are and I literally couldn’t have loved her and Dalton or their little knuckle-kisses more. They were equal parts perfect and fucked up. But I loved them.

As much as he knew how to push my buttons and infuriate me, I loved Dalton Morgan to the edge of time and back. I was convinced that there never had been, nor would ever be, anyone else for me.

I craved his closeness like summer crops craved rain.

”Ray, you’ll always have a little piece of my heart,” he said, suddenly serious. “Don’t ever leave me babe. Without your voice, my music is nothing.”

Then, of course, there is the one fateful night that ruined literally everything. Ruined the band, ruined Rhane’s voice, ruined her life and just altogether, ruined Rhane. How in the hell does someone go on after what happened to Rhane. Her world was turned upside-fucking-down.

There are times I think I’d rather have no memories at all. Then I wouldn’t have to know how much I miss Dalton’s easygoing style. How his fingers bled from practicing the guitar. His soft, gentle knuckle kisses. The way we fought like kids over a piece of candy or the delicious make-up sex we had afterwards.

And don’t for one second think that a few weeks or months pass by and things get better for Rhane. Don’t think that after a few therapy sessions and some puppy playtime that Rhane is suddenly cured. No freaking way is that happening. Like I said, she is ruined. That’s the only way to put it. My heart hurt for this poor girl. I wanted to scream for her. I wanted to be her voice when she didn’t have one. I wanted to pick up all of her brokenness and put it all back together.

…”most days, I’ve been a bitch with a capital C. Because truthfully, what do I have to be happy about? I’m alive? Give me a break.

Could I blame her? Hell no. I think after the hell she has endured that she has a right to be the biggest bitch she wants to be to whoever the fuck she wants to. There is a time to heal and move on but that’s on her terms.

Even though Rhane is slowly, and I mean verrrry slowly getting minutely better, nothing can take away the pain she feels with the loss of Dalton. Nothing can take away that pain and it was times like this during reading, that I wanted to put it down and pretend like I never started reading it. Not because I hated it or thought that the book was poorly written or anything like that. It was just so damn emotional that I didn’t know how to process it all.

Even though I struggle to remember some things, I have had no problem figuring out that Dalton Morgan has been the air that I breathed and the love of my life. I probably would have signed up for a one-way trip to Mars, if it meant being with him.

One of the hardest, most emotional aspects of this book, is Rhane’s fear of sleeping. There are things about that fateful night that she doesn’t remember. But when she goes to sleep, bits and pieces of that night and the wreck come full force.

I’m cold an I’m tired, and even though I know one thing would cure both of these problems, I’m not ready for sleep to find me. I know that once I finally give in, I’ll dream. Not dreams of kittens and puppies, or running naked through a wide open field chasing butterflies. No, my dreams are about things like broken glass and blood and squealing tires. One of the worst things about having nightmares is my inability to scream myself awake.

So now I should probably mention Ian.

Ahh, Ian Callahan.

Ian has been hired by Rhane’s uncle to do some work to the old house that Rhane is living in. He’s young, very good looking, and obviously has a thing for Rhane.

And I’m sorry, but one thing I love in books is when the guys come up with these amazing nicknames for girls. Ian calls Rhane ‘Sunshine’. Cute, right? Yeah I thought so, too.

”No, Ian. I’m the selfish one. This isn’t all about me. I get that. I want you so bad, if I could scream, I would. Every time I see you with Emmy, the ice around my heart thaws a little bit more.”

Now, I won’t go into too much because there is definitely too much to ruin. Do Rhane and Ian develop some type of relationship-ish ordeal? Well, duh. Is it everything you want it to be…hmm maybe? But this is where my one and only problem lies. I felt like maybe Rhane fell a little…too hard too fast. I felt like one minute she is sitting and sulking (which yes, she has every right to) over Dalton and then the next it’s like ‘oh, who’s the hot guy pulling up in a truck?’. Does everyone have a right and reason to move on…hell yes. But again, I just felt like she did a lot of back and forth with her feelings and struggling with everything with Dalton and then the whole thing with Ian. It wasn’t enough to ruin this book for me but I do feel the need to point out why I am rating it a 3.5.

Overall, good book. Loved the plot. Loved the writing. Loved the emotions. Would definitely recommend to those who love a good cry while reading and really just enjoy the emotion-filled read.

I will leave you with this quote from Ian.

“The next time I kiss you, I’m not stopping,” his voice is low and rough. His thumbs trace the contours of my cheeks. It’s a moment so completely tender my eyes fill involuntarily and I blink up at him. I nearly shatter to pieces when he tells me, “So I’m not going to kiss you right now. I can’t promise you when it will happen. Just know that I’ve never wanted anything as much as I do you.”
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Ten things about me:
1. I’m an only child.
2. I love dogs!
3. I was born in Iowa City, Iowa and lived in Iowa until January 2007.
4. I worked as a professional psychic reader for 2 years.
5. I’m a Pisces Sun, Leo Moon with Aquarius rising.
6. I’ve written 6 books and am in the process of brainstorming a 7th.
7. I don’t look or act my age!
8. I ran my first 1/2 marathon at age 50.
9. I love 80’s hair band music.
10. I’m a claims payment analyst for one of Fortune 500 Magazine’s “Top 100 places in America to work.

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~Love Resisted by Melanie Codina Cover Reveal~

August 1, 2013 by truestorybookblog

For Allie Baxter, love was never something she had to worry about. She was loved by her friends, her family, her husband … until the day it was ripped away. Losing love was the deepest pain Allie had ever endured, and it was an agony she vowed to avoid feeling ever again. Crippled with guilt over her loss, for five years Allie served her self-appointed exile from the daily comforts offered by friends and family, only to return and attempt to fit herself back into their open arms—even if she knew she didn’t deserve it. Mike Lawson was not something Allie expected; the love of a man was not something Allie was prepared to want. The spark of desire that had long ago died inside her suddenly returned, bringing the memories of her pain with it. She swore she would never allow herself to love again … but how long could love be resisted?

Allie stepped out her front door and immediately missed the cool air-conditioned condo she just left. It took a moment to adjust to the heat in the air as she locked her front door. Southern California may not be hot and humid like the east coast, but this was a hot for San Diego in June. It should make for long afternoon at her nephews outdoor graduation. She was making her way down the steps when she heard her neighbor’s voice, “Well don’t you clean up nice.” She wasn’t expecting to run into Mike Lawson just yet, so it caught her totally off guard and she stopped abruptly. If she were being completely honest with herself, she had hoped to avoid him entirely—forever would be good—but since they were neighbors, it wasn’t a realistic expectation. Her need to avoid him and all of his hotness was becoming a strong necessity for her self-preservation.

His ability to melt her with only a smile was beginning to wear her down. Her only defense against him was to be snarky. Pulling her I’m-the-queen-bitch persona tightly around her, she turned to him, cocked her hip, and placed her fist appropriately as she said, “That implies that you think I look like shit the rest of the time, Lawson. You really need to work on how to compliment a lady.” Raising her eyebrows at him in challenge, she continued while gesturing to her entire body, “I’ll have you know, this is just another level of fabulous I’m demonstrating here.”

The man had the nerve to throw a huge grin her way, once again showing her that he was not fazed in the slightest by her snarky attitude. Just another reason to stay the hell away from the man, she thought as she finished making her way down the steps. It was becoming harder to ignore him on a physical level. Not to mention the fact that he made her belly flutter and her heart rate pick up when she saw him. Every time she thought about his effect on her, it pissed her off. She knew it was paramount to resist him at all costs.

What she really needed to do was move the hell out of the condo near his. The problem with that was, she loved her new place. Well, it wasn’t hers yet, but she planned on making an offer when the landlord’s lease was up. Even though she only found this place because of Mike, she secretly hoped he would randomly up and move, solving her problem immediately. She really wanted to stay there. It finally felt that she had come to a point where she was okay being alone, and she wasn’t living with a ghost anymore. It was almost like she had moved on … maybe a little bit … almost. But just because she felt that way, didn’t mean that she had moved on, moved on. That wasn’t about to happen, may never happen ever again … she couldn’t let it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by McHottness himself when he fell into step next to her and said, “Maybe so, but then how else would I get that fire snapping in your eyes? Mission accomplished if you ask me.” Shocked by his blatant admittance that he was trying to rile her up, she swung her head his direction to say something when he winked at her. Once again shocking her and rendering her temporarily speechless. She was this close to kicking him in the shin when he continued, “I take it you are on your way to the graduation as well. Want a lift?”

Thankful for his question to bring her out of her shocked moment, she said. “A lift? It’s more like a hoist. I need a damn trampoline to get up into that truck of yours.” And as if the great Gods of Nastiness were smiling down on her, she snatched the opportunity to up her game from snarky to bitchy. “Just what kind of message are you trying to put out there anyway? Everyone knows a big truck like that only says the owner suffers from little dick complex.”

They were walking and had made their way around back to where the garages were located so she didn’t see, only heard him huff a laugh before saying. “There certainly is no little dick to have a complex about. I assure you …” He mumbled something at the end, but she didn’t catch it. Not wanting to prolong the conversation she ignored the desire to ask him to repeat himself. Pointing her keys at the shiny red Mini-Cooper to unlock it when Mike popped the bottom of her outstretched hand, causing her keys to fly up in the air.

As soon as they were airborne, he reached out and grabbed them before she could process what was happening. Shocked again, she looked over at him only to see that damn smile once more before snarling at him, “What the hell did you do that for?”

“I offered you a ride, you didn’t decline, only mocked my truck. Therefore, by not rejecting it, you inadvertently accepted it.” He shrugged, smiled bigger, and finished with, “Well, at least in my book you did, so get in the truck, Baxter.” Turning away from her, he walked toward his truck, her keys in hand. Still a little startled at his maneuver to get her keys, yet slightly impressed since it was something she would do, she stood there and watched as he made his way to the oversized truck. When he stopped at the passenger door and looked back at her, he laughed and said, “Oh come on, I’ll give you a boost. And I won’t even try to look up your skirt … scouts’ honor.”

Shaking her head, she made her way toward him as she grumbled, “Is that the box-car-building kind of scout or the cookie-peddling ones? I bet you probably looked great in that green sash.” Tossing her purse on the floorboard of the truck, she reached up and grabbed the handle to lift herself in but turned her head and looked back at him over her shoulder. “I bet the little beret looked good, too.”

Feeling like she had been bitchy enough to make him not want to have her for company, she turned back to the open truck door. Preparing to jump in, she let out a squeal when Mike’s big hands wrapped around her waist and hefted her effortlessly into the cab. Turning quickly to glare down at him for doing such a thing, she only met his intent stare as he said, “I look good in anything I wear sweetheart. Now buckle up, wouldn’t want you to fall out or anything.” And then he closed the door.

Melanie is an amazing mother of four, an awesome and tolerant wife to one, and nurse to many. If you don’t believe her, just ask anyone in her family, they know what to say. She is also a devoted chauffeur, the keeper of missing socks, a genius according to a six year old, the coolest soccer uniform coordinator according to a twelve year old, and the best damn ‘mac-n-cheese-with-cut-up-hot-dog maker in the whole world. Well that last title isn’t really official, but it’s still pretty cool to be called it.

When not being ordered around by any of the kids, you can find her with her nose in a book or on the sideline of a soccer game cheering on one team or another. But that’s mostly because she has a thing for the coach. When she is not doing all of the above, you can find her obsessed with a group of fictional characters all vying for a spot on the page of whatever she’s working on. It’s a fun and crazy life to lead, but wouldn’t have it any other way.