Showing posts with label hardship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hardship. Show all posts

Monday, 5 December 2016

THE GIRL WORTH FIGHTING FOR by Julia Goda **BLOG TOUR**


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Title: The Girl Worth Fighting For
Author: Julia Goda
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 14
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Synopsis
Bruises fade.
A cut can be bandaged,
A broken bone healed.
But can a wounded heart mend?
 Deeply damaged by her father’s abandonment when she was fourteen years old, Rainey Miller has let the fear of getting hurt shape and trap her to the point she refuses to connect with people on a deeper level. She is popular and has friends, but her strict dating rules prevent anyone from the chance to touch her heart.
 Up and coming boxer, Logan Danvers, has his eyes set on the raven-haired beauty with the cerulean eyes. No matter how hard she tries to push him away, he will push back even harder.
Until she gives in.
Until she is his.
Because once he sets his eyes on what he wants, he doesn’t give up.
It’s who he is.
But what will he do when he realizes it’s not who he is but what he is that could cost him his chance with Rainey? Will he give up or will he find a way to make her realize she is The Girl Worth Fighting For?




Game on, firecracker.
He knew he was going to love this. All the frustration he had experienced in the past month about this woman—his woman—he now welcomed. It fuelled his determination. Nothing and nobody would keep him from claiming her. Not even Rainey herself.
When he reached her, the room was still quiet, but now her eyes were back on him. Logan could see that her shield was back up and he looked forward to taking on the challenge of taking it down once and for all.
“What do you want?” Her voice was snippy and dismissive.
Oh, yeah. I’m gonna enjoy this.
Logan’s smile grew into a grin, resulting in Rainey putting her one free hand on her hip.
“You know what I want. I’ve made myself crystal clear. More than once.”
She clenched her teeth. “So have I.”
“I don’t think you have, baby.” Her eyes narrowed on him further at hearing the endearment. He moved in closer, trapping her between him and the couch.
“Um,” he heard murmured from beside him, from Ashley he thought. But he ignored it as he lifted his hand and cupped Rainey’s cheek, then kept moving it until his hand was in her hair at the back of her neck. Rainey froze at his touch, something he had anticipated. Then she tried to get out of his hold and started moving sideways, also something he had anticipated. He tightened his hold on her neck and pulled her into him, all the while holding her eyes, telling her he understood, that he knew she was scared of getting hurt, but that it didn’t matter. That he was done holding back and giving her time, that he was going to stake his claim right here, right now, and that from that moment on she was going to be his. That he promised to not hurt her like she had been hurt before, that there was no reason to be scared. He had no idea if she could read him like he hoped she could, but she had also stopped pulling away, so he took that as a good sign. He pulled her closer still, that one last inch that separated them, and his mouth was on hers, kissing her. He didn’t go easy. He gave her a full-on, no-holds-barred wet and deep kiss. As soon as his tongue touched hers, he knew deep in his soul that this woman was the one. Rainey was his and he was hers. There was no doubt. It was like an electric shock was running though his tongue and expanded through the rest of his body. He was extremely aware of the fact that his body was reacting accordingly and did everything he could to control himself, since they were in public, surrounded by teenagers, at her place of work. Which was extremely difficult to do when her tongue started tangling with his and her hands had come up to hold on to his biceps for dear life.
He had her.
He knew it.
Fuck, yes.
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About the Author
Julia
Julia Goda is the self-published author of the Cedar Creek Series and The Girl Series, both of which have their first two novels published, but still have lots more to come.
Her novels touch on all kinds of different topics, but the things she tries to focus on no matter what are romance, strong women, alpha men, and overcoming emotional trauma.
When she’s not in her writing cave, spinning the tales that have been hounding her or editing (yes, she is also a professional editor,) she enjoys reading, drinking coffee, eating good food, and listening to rock music.
Her current home is Southern Alberta, Canada, where she lives close enough to the Rockies with her husband and two Labs to enjoy the beauty and excitement that is mountain living.
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Wednesday, 2 November 2016

MALAISE by Max Henry **PROMOTION**

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Title: Malaise by Max Henry 
Available: October 11th 2016 
Genre: NA Standalone 

Blurb
Final exams and end of year parties don’t seem so important at your brother’s funeral. Two short weeks, and Meg would have survived her senior year relatively unscathed. But when her best and only friend—her brother—dies in a questionable road accident, being the loner in her year doesn’t fit as well as it used to. One act of kindness from the man her small town isolated amidst rumors and lies, and her hope for a day where pain won’t overwhelm her doesn’t seem so far-fetched. Brett Carver is trouble with a capital T, but he’s also the only person who can get Meg to let go and smile. Some good things are never meant to last. Arrested for a crime he didn’t commit, the man who finally found a way to bring light back to her dark days is ripped away when she needs him most. Determined not to lose the only good thing to have come out of her year from hell, Meg sets out to prove Brett isn’t guilty. But first, she must accept the ugly truth … … that the people who can prove his innocence are the same people who will do all it takes to keep them apart.

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About Max Henry
Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centred around a group of men who met living on the street, who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'. Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.

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Friday, 15 July 2016

SLOW GRIND by Eva Spencer **RELEASE BLITZ**




Title: Slow Grind
Series: Men of Mornington #1
Author: Eva Spencer
Genre: Romance
 Release Date: June 28, 2016



Blurb

Only the good die young. It’s a phrase I wish never existed.

Best mates shouldn’t get cancer, especially terminal at twenty-seven. And experimental treatments shouldn’t cost a hundred grand. But sometimes life just fucking sucked.

Then I got an idea to raise the cash. If a woman could strip her way through uni, we could strip our way to a cure, right? We were attractive Aussie guys, and with the help of Max’s kid sister, we could nail the choreography.

I hadn't seen Aubrey since she was twelve. She’d gone from a pig-tailed, freckled tomboy into the sexiest chick I think I'd ever met. I made a promise to Max to steer clear, but when she was choreographing our routines …

The Men of Mornington were going to heat things up, and things just got a whole lot hotter..








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Excerpt

“I’ve invited Drew and the guys around tonight for drinks, okay?”

I stand at Max’s bedroom door and peer inside. I can just make out the shape of his body on his bed. He rolls over and switches on his lamp, squinting up at me and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

After a few days of making sure this plan can actually work, Drew and I are ready to let the others in on it. I’m nervous, because I have no idea how they’re going to react. Especially Max. But, at the end of the day I know this will work. It has to.

“How long have I been asleep?” he mumbles, struggling to sit up. I walk over to help him, but he waves me off. “I’m okay, Aubs.”

I hang back as much as it kills me to watch him fight to do something that’s so normal for the rest of us, my fingers fidgeting in front of me. He hates it when I try to help him, but I do it without even thinking—it’s my second nature, I think. I just want to make things as easy as I can for him. I did even when he wasn’t sick. I guess I got the nurture and he got the nature. Nope, that’s a lie, he got the nurture too. A pair of peas on a pod, I guess.

“Only a few hours. I wanted to let you rest as long as you were able,” I say, answering his question. “Mom said you were having trouble sleeping through the night, but then I thought you might be hungry, so I’ve made soup. Mom also said you can usually handle that on your stomach when you’re not feeling well. Is that okay?”

“You’re cooking is enough to kill any appetite I have. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” he chuckles. I glower at him, but it’s nice to hear him laugh again, even if it is at my expense and even if it is a little morbid. How do you tell a guy with a body that’s giving out on him that it’s too soon to be making death jokes? I suppose you can’t, can you?

He stands up and I hand him his robe, consciously making sure I don’t try to help him. He follows me out to the kitchen, where the aroma of chicken soup fills the air. He wanders over to the trash and picks up an empty can, laughing and shaking his head.

“Opening a can and heating it doesn’t exactly qualify as cooking,” he says.

“Yeah, well, it’s my kind of cooking,” I respond defensively, snatching the can off him. I toss it back in the bin and set two bowls on the counter. “Go and sit down,” I order.

I pour the steaming soup straight from the pot into two bowls and carry them over to where he’s sitting, placing one in front of him, the other on the opposite side. He obliges, and I wait to take my seat until he’s taken his.

“You better have given me the one with more,” he teases. I smile, my mind going back to our childhood when we used to fight over which drink had more in it, or who got the bigger slice of cake. I remember our dad complaining because for a very long time I even had to have the blue cup because Max had a blue cup. Then, as I grew older, everything became a competition; who finished dinner first, who got to sit in the front seat. Still, as I sit with the soup, I find myself wondering if I can finish before Max, so for the first time I can actually win. It’s hard being ten and being in competition with a teenage boy—they can eat enough for ten men and still have room to steal the dessert.

“Remember the time when you stole the ice cream from the freezer, and when Mom realized one was missing, she refused to let us have another until one of us owned up to it?” Max chuckles and takes a small sip of the broth, leaving the noodles and small chunks of chicken behind in the bowl.

I laugh and roll my eyes. “It’s been twelve years. You can own up to it now,” I say. “I was so pissed at you for making me miss out. You could have at least taken one for me. You knew she wouldn’t let either of us have any until we fessed up.”

“It wasn’t me!” he laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “I was sure it was you.”

“Even back then, me and mom fought all the time. I wouldn’t dare risk having her unleash her special, sophisticated brand of crazy on me,” I scoff. Max has no reason to lie to me after all this time, so the more I think, the more my mind wanders, then realization hits. “Wasn’t Drew there that day? In the afternoon?”

Max nods, confused, and then breaks out into a smile. “That sneaky little bugger. That bastard owes us ice cream.”

“I’ll make sure he follows through,” I giggle. “You know how I feel about my desserts.”





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Eva Spencer, a combination of Ashley Suzanne and Missy Johnson. Independently, we have over 30 novels, and have decided to write our co-written works under one pen name to make it easier for all of you to follow!!! We love new readers and can't wait to chat with you!



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