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Wednesday, 8 March 2017

WHERE PROMISES DIE by RC Stephens **COVER & REVIEW PROMO**

Title: Where Promises Die
Author: R.C. Stephens
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Haunted by a childhood trauma that leaves her orphaned, eleven-year-old Grace finds herself on the doorstep of the Duncans, her new adoptive family, broken and unable to speak. Catapulted from a bustling New York City life, she must find a way to call the rural town of Sade, Iowa her new home. Twins Eisav and Jacob Duncan immediately take a liking to Grace, wanting to erase the dark shadows etched on her perfect features. As the twins vie for her affection, it becomes clear which one makes her smile. Grace never has a choice for falling in love. What starts as a way to coax his adopted sister to speak and smile, blossoms into the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. In this small town it shouldn’t be a crime to fall in love . . . Isaac Duncan warns his son to stay away from the forbidden fruit. Eisav never listens. Now an intricate web of lies and secrets stand in the way of Eisav winning back the only woman he has ever loved. In a place where yesterday’s promises were broken, Eisav must learn what it truly means to love and cherish . . . But is he too late?


“You have no right to be in here.” She took another few steps into the room and crossed her arms over her chest. Her lips pursed in anger. “This is my personal space. Keyword being personal,” she emphasized. 
“I honestly didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy,” he spoke quickly. “The door was open a nudge and my curiosity got the best of me. We’ve been apart so long, I was hoping to get some answers about the woman you are today,” he answered honestly. It was the truth. He’d made her that promise and kept it all along, even when the truth hurt. 
“You’re right. You have no clue who I am today. If you wanted to know, you should have asked me instead of sneaking into my room like some creeper to stare at my work,” she snapped, her voice elevated and shaky.
Eisav’s lips turned up in a slow curve. “Is that what you think? I’m a creeper.” He laughed and it came deep from his chest. “You know … I think you’re the only woman alive that would have this reaction to me being in her room. ” He quipped and then immediately regretted his words when he took in the frown on her lips.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rock Star, if my panties aren’t getting in a twist over you, but I’ve had more serious and pressing problems in my life than worrying about my next concert.” Her words came out harsh, bitter.
“Is that how you see me?” Eisav’s eyes grew hooded. “I’m not a rock star. I’m a boy that fell in love with a girl in a forest at the break of dawn.” His voice grew soft and tender as he took two steps forward and pointed to the first painting he saw when he walked in the room. The painting of a young Grace and Eisav in their forest for the first time. “And if I’m not mistaken, that girl fell in love with me …” He put his palm to his heart, feeling winded yet full of hope that she would finally come to her senses and realize that what he said was true.
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Grace’s eyes turned wide and her insides began to quiver as she allowed the brunt of his words to penetrate her mind. Then something inside her switched off. She almost seemed shocked with herself that she had called him a creeper. Her eyes grew soft, shoulders slackened. She felt like each of her limbs were shouting to run into Eisav’s arms, but she fought them with every fiber of her being. Deep down she was always his. As much as she worked to deny that fact, it always rang true. Now it felt like there was a magnetic force pulling them together and it was too strong for her to resist.
Taking her silence as rejection, Eisav’s lips turned down. “I won’t let you back away from me.” He took a few steps until he was close enough to touch her. Then he grazed the pad of his thumb along her cheek. Her eyes began to swell with tears as her walls slowly chipped away. “I’m here, Gracie. I’m not walking away,” he began to say.




R.C. Stephens was born in Toronto, Canada. She graduated from York University with a Master's Degree in Political Science. Her debut Novel Bitter Sweet Love is book one of the Twisted Series. Followed by Twisted Love to be released May 31st 2015. R.C. is an avid reader, so when she isn't cooking for her clan or on her laptop writing, she's snuggled tight with her Kindle devouring any romance novel she can. Okay, with the exception of Thursday nights. She makes time for Scandal and Vampire Diaries. She's a fan of drama and suspense but she's also a sucker for a happy ending. Her husband was her first teenage love. They live together with their three children in Toronto. Loving Canadian winters she could never think of living anywhere else.

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Monday, 5 December 2016

Collecting the Pieces by L.A. Fiore **RELEASE BLITZ**




Title: Collecting the Pieces
Author: L.A. Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 15, 2016



Blurb

At fifteen I fell in love. His name was Jake Stephens and he took the abandoned, lonely girl I had been and made me whole. His love was a pure and unconditional love that made every day better than the last…a fairy tale of my very own. 

But this story isn’t about Jake. It’s about Abel Madden; the man I meet after the fairy tale goes to hell. A cocky, arrogant man who says what he wants, does as he pleases, and makes no excuses for it. He irritates me—downright pisses me off at times—but he also brings me back to life.

My name is Sidney Ellis and this is my story of finding love twice—the first when I needed it most and the second when I never saw it coming.








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Excerpt

Collecting the Pieces
Text copyright © 2016, L.A. Fiore 

My stomach felt all funny looking at Abel and since my brain was soaked in alcohol none of my mental roadblocks went up. The man really was something else even being rude and cocky. My fingers itched to touch his beard and to trace his lips.

“How’s the arm?”

“Ten stitches.”

“Jesus Christ.” That quickly his demeanor changed to one of incredulity and, I’m pretty sure, disgust. “You’re drunk.”

“Tipsy.”

“What the fuck? You’re a doctor and you’re mixing pain meds and alcohol?”

I snorted, an unattractive sound yes, but it couldn’t be helped. “You’re an ass. You know that, right?”

Surprise, it was quick, but I definitely saw it rolling over his face. “And you’re an idiot. What kind of VMD are you?”

Even drunk, my blood boiled. Prick. “What makes you think I’m mixing drugs and alcohol?”

He glanced at my arm. “Ten stitches.”

“Not that it is any of your business, but I’m not on pain meds. Thank you so much for your concern though.”

It wasn’t surprise this time, but something else flashed in those unusual eyes before he said, “I’m just trying to figure you out.”

“You don’t need to do that, figure me out. Every time I’m near you I want to run away screaming.” Or jump you and kiss that damn smirk off your face. “I irritate you just as much, so focus your energies on the countless women in town who actually want your company.”

“See, now that just sounds like a challenge.”

“Seriously. Did you bang your head recently? You might be suffering from brain trauma.”

He had the oddest expression on his face and then that head dipped back and he roared with laughter. “You have a sense of humor too.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

This only made him laugh harder.

My phone buzzed. Rylee was out front. “I’ve got to go.”

“See you around, Doc.”

“Is that threat?”

“No, babe, a promise.”

“Fabulous.”
 

He was still laughing when the door closed behind me.





Author Bio

L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten, Beautifully Decadent, His Light in the Dark and A Glimpse of the Dream. She's also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.



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