Friday, November 30, 2018

SAPD Swat Series Tour and Giveaway

Addicted to You
SAPD SWAT Series Book 2
by Nikki Mays
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Comedy

Michelle is my addiction. She’s sweetness and light wrapped up in a delicious package. Almost as delicious as the confections she makes. Until now, I’ve kept my distance to make sure my darkness doesn’t taint her. She’s better than a killer who sits behind a scope.

I watch her from afar. Getting dragged under her spell a little further with every sweet smile and mischievous grin. I know I’ll cave one day, give into the craving to be near her. Being in her presence is a feeling like no other, one I can’t seem to resist.
Unfortunately, I’m not the only one living under her influence. While I was watching her, someone else was watching too. But she belongs with me, no matter what anyone else wants.
Now I need to make sure she gives me my next fix of her, even if she’s too stubborn to admit she wants to. She’s my addiction, cure and redemption all rolled into one. Her soul calls out to my own. I’ll make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her. She’ll crave me - if it’s the last thing I do.

Surrender to You
SAPD SWAT Series Book 1


Mellie has been hypnotized by a pair of gorgeous green eyes, attached to a very yummy package for months now. Unfortunately for her, her brain goes on hiatus anytime Morris Jackson is around. Looking like a bobble head whenever he asks her anything isn't the best way to go about getting a man like him interested. Not like ruggedly handsome men go for quirky, accident prone introverts like her. Plus, even if she did have a snowballs chance in hell with him, him being her brothers SWAT teammate doesn't bode well for her. A girl can dream though!


Those blue eyes sucker punched him the minute he looked into them. It felt like the ground had literally gone out from under him. Mellie is everything that he could ever want and everything that he shouldn't have. Even if he didn't know that she's too good for a guy like him, her brother would never be okay with it. He is over protective and proud of it. But at some point you have to say screw the consequences and go after what you know is meant to be yours.

Too bad someone wasn't happy for them when the found their way to one another. Someone will make sure they don't stay together by any means necessary. They'll even kill to get what they want.

Nikki Mays is a pen name that was created from her maiden name. She is a wife and mother, who lives in a small town in New Jersey. She has been with her husband for a decade and is surprised that he's still alive. She began writing as a creative outlet after becoming a stay at home mom. She decided that she needed something exclusively for herself, not just being mommy. She has two crazy boxers that love to keep that "Evil" mailman out of the yard. Besides writing and spending time with her little hellions, she enjoys cooking & baking. She has recently taken up gardening and made her loving husband plant her a mini fruit tree orchard, as well as a garden taking up half an acre. Nikki loves to be stalked by her readers and encourages all interaction.

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✱✱Book Review✱✱ Four Sides of an Attitude by Heather C. Myers

Four Sides of an Attitude: An Austen & Cufflinks Novel 
The Austen & Cufflinks Series Book 2
by Heather C. Myers 

When fire meets ice, steam is supposed to form. Instead, Ronnie and Aiden produce puddles.

Ronnie Bixby is a sassy, foul-mouthed American college student with a penchant for Joel McHale and dancing to Katy Perry songs.

Aiden Shawe is a sarcastic, uptight Englishman with more money than either of them can count.

When they collide, steam rises and puddles form.

Due to social situations - including but not limited to: Aiden's sister becoming Ronnie's college roommate, Ronnie's sister falling in love with Aiden's best friend, and Ronnie having the worst luck ever - they are forced to interact with each other.

As they slowly start to get closer, an old school acquaintance of Aiden’s enters the picture and does something that could potentially ruin any chance Ronnie has with Aiden, especially if Aiden’s influential Aunt Judy Solomon has anything to do with it.

But that’s only if Ronnie and Aiden can overcome their respective pride and admit to having feelings for each other in the first place.

Momma Says: 4 stars⭐⭐⭐⭐

Four Sides of an Attitude is a slow burn, opposites attract story - Kind of. Aiden and Ronnie are as different as night and day on the surface. They come from completely different worlds and have very different ideas of what is acceptable and what is not. However, once we get a little deeper into these characters, they have more in common than they realize, especially when it comes to the logic, or lack of, in matters of the heart. I love sass and sarcasm, and between the two of them, Ronnie and Aiden have the lion's share. That said, I struggled with Aiden at first. The things he says often come across as insulting and in all honesty, I was ready to label him a jerk, but he's really not, or at least he doesn't mean to be. He says the wrong things and reacts in all the wrong ways as he begins to develop feelings for the "wrong" girl, and even when he realizes, he's still like a fish out of water. And to further complicate matters, we get a few misconceptions and misunderstandings for this pair. These two frustrated me to no end getting to their happy for now, but the journey sure was entertaining. To sum it up, Heather Myers has given us another engaging romance with some fun and quirky characters. 

❃❃ARC provided by the author

Rite to Reign Tour and Giveaway

Rite to Reign
Boxed Set
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

Something wicked this way comes…
Willful witches, supernatural sorcerers, cruel queens, and powerful priestesses fall out of favor and rise to rule in this highly sought-after collection of spellbinding stories!

More than 20 award-winning and bestselling authors have come together to curate this bewitching boxed set collection of the best PARANORMAL ROMANCE and URBAN FANTASY books in the genre, each brimming with stories of royal magic.

Journey through worlds of danger and mayhem, where witches and warlocks battle for influence and wizards fight for unrestricted power.

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Featuring Stories from :

USA Today bestselling author Heather Marie Adkins
Teresa Roman
JJ King writing with Candace Osmond
USA Today bestselling author SJ Davis writing with P. Mattern
Scott Hungerford
USA Today bestselling author Shawna Romkey
USA Today bestselling author Ash Krafton
USA Today bestselling author Christine Ashworth
Anna Santos
Melissa Winters
Colleen S. Myers
Andie M. Long
Alex H. Singh
Sabrina Ramoth
L.C. Ireland
Louisa Bacio
Grace White
Helen Scott
Carma Haley Shoemaker
Kyndra Hatch
Mirren Hogen & Stephanie Barr
E.B. Black
Ella Middaugh
Kat Parrish
Tanya Dawson

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From The Cursed Prince by Teresa Roman
Pieces started clicking in to place. These brothers had a very strange preoccupation with magic. That was the for my second invite. Too bad I wasn’t able to indulge their fantasies. “There are no witches in my family if that’s what you’re getting at.” 
How can you be so sure?” Frederic asked. 
Before I had a chance to answer, Alexander stood up. “Do you hear that?” He looked across the table at me. “Johann Strauss is my favorite. Would you care to dance with me?” 
I … I’m not much of a dancer.” 
Don’t worry about that. I’ll lead, and you follow. You’ll be waltzing in no time.” 
Before I could protest, he walked up to me and took my hand, leading me away from the table. I felt Nicolai’s eyes on me as I started dancing with his brother, and my cheeks flushed. I focused on Alexander’s feet and mine, trying not to trip. After a few minutes, I grasped the basic steps.  
Come, Nicolai. Take over. You’re the best dancer out of all of us.” 
Nicolai seemed reluctant. 
Go on,” Frederic urged. “We know how much you enjoy dancing.” 
He took Alexander’s place. One hand held mine while the other rested on my hip. I felt self-conscious, worried that he’d noticed the sweat on my palm or my lack of dancing skills. He clearly knew what he was doing. Yet somehow, despite my nerves, as we continued to dance everything seemed to fade away. I even managed to ignore the pounding of my heart. It felt like it was just the two of us in that room, even though his brothers hadn’t gone anywhere. A hundred different questions perched themselves on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually ask any of them. 
When the song was over, Nicolai dropped his hands to his sides and turned to look at his brothers. “There, are the three of you satisfied now?” 

From Easterly by Shawna Romkey

Really, Stazia. I could get you a dress. Your hair is lifeless. Lay off the conditioner. Black tank top? Black tutu? Black and white striped tights and red shoes? Seriously? You can make those a different color, you know? Come to the mansion, and I can make you look presentable. Pink would look good on you. Maybe a pixie cut?” Glinda said. 
Stazia shuddered. Pink. 
You shouldn’t go, Stazia,” Ezmerelda said. “This is your duty, too, you know. With Mother gone…” 
Stazia knew it was true. The Witches of Oz should be working together to fix the realm. She cared about Spot, she cared about the innocent people of Oz, and she wanted to help them. But so much had been said lately about how wicked she and her sister, Ezmerelda were. So many lies. 
The people of Oz hate everything we do, so why bother?” Stazia said. 
They don’t hate me,” Glinda said with a sugary smile. 
They hate Ezmerelda and me,” Stazia countered. “I can barely go into the villages anymore. There’s so much vitriol.” 
They’re just jealous of your powers,” Glinda said. “Your magic.” She eyed Stazia up and down, her gaze resting on the ruby shoes. 
They can have it. I don’t need it. I don’t do anything of significance with it. I pop here and there. That’s about it. If they hate me so much because of it—” 
Don’t be so foolish!” Ezmerelda said. “Your magic is your strength. Don’t let anyone make you feel ashamed of it.” 
I mean it, Ezmerelda. I hate it. I can go without it. It doesn’t help me in the least. I’d much rather have no magic and just live a quiet life in a cottage in the woods. Find a place far away with no magic at all,” Stazia said, wafting over to the window and gazing outside. 
She touched her fingers in opposite corners of the crystal plane and pulled them in closer together. The scenery outside got smaller, and her range of vision stretched farther out. She did it again, zooming out until very little of Oz was recognizable, and she felt like she was looking down from the stars at an entire unknown world. She pointed to a place on the outer edge. 
There! I wonder if they have magic. I wonder if they’ve heard about the ‘Wicked Witch of the East.’” 

From Queen Witch by Elle Middaugh

I took the spiral steps so quickly, I felt like I was flying. When I reached the bottom, though, I stopped dead in my tracks, instantly gutted by the horrifying scene before me. My skin went cold. It was like all color had drained from my body.  
Blood pooled on the dusty floor, streaming between the grasses that poked up between the old stone tiles. It dripped down the side of a rough stone bed and puddled at the top where Gage lay clenching his teeth and clutching his side. He’d been stabbed.  
I sprinted over, unsure if I should even touch him. He’d lost so much blood already.  
Oh, my God, Gage! Hang in there, baby, I’m gonna....” I looked around for some options, suddenly feeling faint. There was a thorny cactus growing wild in the corner. “I’m gonna fix you right up, okay?”  
Okay,” he said, through gritted teeth.  
Sweat dripped down the small of my back as I quickly thought up a spell.  
Cactus with a desert flower, bless him with your healing power.” I moved my hands from the plant over to Gage, but no magic followed. The cactus hadn’t disintegrated.  
Panic welled in my veins.  
Eliza,” Gage groaned, trying to roll onto his side. “Use your light magic.”  
Of course! That must’ve been exactly what I needed to do. 
Okay, okay. Powers that inside me dwell, heal my prince so all is well.” 
Again, I aimed my hands at Gage, but again, nothing happened. No magic formed. Neither did the headaches.  
I don’t know what’s going on!” I shouted, feeling the pressure and frustration.  
If I didn’t figure something out soon, he would die. His side was still gushing out blood. The scarlet pool on the floor was spreading. 
It’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure me. But the weakness in his tone only ratcheted up my terror by at least ten notches. I couldn’t lose him.  
I quickly reassessed our surroundings. It was like an abandoned desert outpost. Militant in its simplistic design. Everything was bare except for a few used goblets, an empty stone basin for washing, and a shabby vase of wilted yellow flowers tucked into a dusty corner.  
Maybe there was a medicine kit in the cupboards?  
I rifled through, toppling over unmarked spices, some jarred staples with a long shelf life, and packets of freeze-dried essentials, but I found nothing useful. My whole body tensed as defeat drew near.  
How was I supposed to win this trial without magic? The thought of losing Gage, even within a vision, was unspeakable. It cut me open, brought every emotion I had for him to the surface, and doused them all in stinging salt.  
I took a deep breath. What were my options? I couldn’t use magic for some fucked-up reason. There was no medicine. Nothing to stitch him back up with.  
Gage moaned faintly from the cot. 
Come on, Eliza, think! You’re a witch. What, other than magic, would make a witch qualified to compete in this trial?  
I stared at the half-empty goblets. Then up at the unmarked spices. Then over to the stone basin. And finally to the wilted flowers. 
Potions! Witches could brew potions! 
I rushed over to Gage, carefully avoiding his blood on the floor.  
Hold on just a little longer, okay?” I said, putting a palm to his forehead. It was covered in sweat and hot as a branding iron. He groaned, but I was certain he hadn’t even heard me.  
I was running out of time.  

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The Maker of Worlds by David Litwack Blurb Blitz

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