Friday, July 1, 2016

New Releases ~ Christa Cervone, F.G. Adams, Jane Harvey-Berrick, & Mary Elizabeth

Down for the Count

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Book Title: Down For The Count Author: Christa Cervone 
Genre: Sports Romance 
Release Date: June 17, 2015 
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I've always been a fighter,
Even before I knew it was in my blood.
I fought the demons of my past.
I fought for my life.
I fought for the future I wanted.

Growing up in a foster home, after my father killed my mother,
I fought for who I was,
Who I could become.

And now, it's what I do, what I am.
My career is in the ring, taking down every opponent I face,
Every enemy who threatens me.
I fight.

But now, I've got the biggest fight of my life,
Fighting for her, the one I want,
The one I can't have.
Salem Harris is taken, but I swear to God,
She'll be mine, even if I go down for the count,
I'll fight like Hell for her,
Or die trying.

***Please note this book was formerly released as a two book series, On the Ropes and Going the Distance. It has been reedited and consolidated into one. Heavy sexual content including a F/F/M scene. If such a scene may upset you, this may not be the book for you.







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Born and raised in New England, Christa is a married mother of three. She began writing her first book, Broken, in October 2012, as a love story to her husband, Frank. During the writing process, Christa managed to keep her book a secret from the majority of her family and friends, including her mother. She finally revealed that she had written a book on her personal Facebook page just two weeks before Broken was released.

Broken was released in February 2013, and within twenty-four hours of its release, it was on Amazon's Movers and Shakers list as well as in the Top 20 Erotica. Christa released her second novel, On the Ropes - Book One in the Down for the Count series, in February 2014. On the Ropes has also climbed the charts on Amazon, hitting the Top 10 Sports Fiction and the Top 20 Romance Sports Fiction lists. Book Two, Going the Distance, was released July 2014 and claimed the number 3 spot in the Interracial category as well being in the top 20 in Erotica on Amazon.
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Title: Aldin’s Wish
Series: Enchanted Immortals #1
Author: F.G. Adams
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 Release Date: June 15, 2016


In the beginning there were five Immortals. They walked, lived and loved amidst humans. After a while they began to create new creatures. Beings with gifts bestowed upon them. Guardians for the human race. Three races were conceived: Necromancer, Shifter, and Vampire.

This is one of the stories...

Aldin Kovac dreams of a life of riches and wealth where every wish is his command. When a stranger approaches him in an alley offering him a new life, he can’t believe his newfound luck. Until he wakes up a Vampire. As fate would have it, Aldin meets a beautiful doctor who changes his world again. Unknowingly, she holds the key to his entire existence.

Dr. Wren Bishop has dedicated her life to her patients, committed herself to her work. She doesn’t have time for relationships or a family of her own. A one night stand with a stranger from a bar, stirs a passion and desire she’s never known. A connection forged by something unearthly. A longing for things she has never felt before takes hold of her and she’ll never be the same.

When their paths cross, sparks fly and passion ignites. Fueled by a force that’s beyond this world, the couple forms a bond that will not be denied. When a long time evil is resurrected, Aldin must protect his unknowing mate at all cost.

Will the dominant beast tame the strong-willed doctor? Or will fate cruelly destroy all hopes of a future together?

*Book 1 in the Enchanted Immortals Series. Not to be read as a stand alone

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As I’m drinking the delicious boilermaker, I survey the crowded bar again. It was loaded when I first walked in, but now it's bursting at the seams. I catch the eye of a tall dark and handsome figure leaning against the other end of the bar sipping on what looks like the same drink I have in my hands. He appreciates my stare by holding his glass up and nodding. I can’t make out his eyes from this distance, but one corner of his mouth is turned up, anchoring me to his presence. Nodding back at him, he pushes off the bar and starts toward me.

The air sizzles and I gasp. I’m swamped by the same ominous feeling from the hospital. He’s familiar, yet unknown. I shake it off, blaming it on the beer as I watch as the most mouthwatering hunk of a man strolls my way. At first glance, I’m struck by how enormous he is. At least six-and-a-half feet tall and full of raw, male power, he’s a man that makes me feel short at my unusually-tall-for-a-woman height. Dark, unearthly eyes gaze intently toward me. Tight-fitting black jeans snuggle his muscular legs, pulled over biker boots and a black long-sleeved shirt stretched taut over an extensive chest. Yummy #1.

When he finally gets to me, he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Hello, Dr. Wren Bishop. I’m Aldin Kovac. Do you like the beer?”

Wait, what? Stalker strike #1. Apprehensively, I say, “Yes, it’s delightful. But how do you know my name? Aldin, is it?” I study him skeptically.

“Your friendly bartender helped me out.” He points with his head to Candie and her face confesses for her. She spilled the beans! Note to self: talk to Candie about keeping me out of her extracurricular conversations.

“Oh. Well, shit. Okay then. Are you having the same thing?” I clank my glass with his. His close proximity distracts me and causes lightheadedness from the power this man is wielding around me, over me, and pooling between my legs.

“Of course. After all, it comes from a distillery I own. It is exquisite.” His black, piercing eyes are stalking me, laying claim on my body.

Did he say he owns the delectable beer I’m drinking? Yummy #2! My cheeks redden from the overheated excitement as I take in his majestic features. Aldin has the body of a god, ripped and panty-melting. His eyes are like the darkest midnight that scream hours of pleasure. His unblemished olive skin and hard face adds to the attractive man in front of me. Dark wavy curls surround his face, landing softly on his shoulders to give him a playboy vibe. Dangerous. Mysterious.

I’m instantly attracted to his brand of alpha. Yummy #3—he’s in. Let’s hope he agrees. And as if he can read my mind, Aldin caresses my cheek and then firmly grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in to him. The connection is instant. Our lips are a hair's breadth from each other. I lick my lips, anticipating what this dominant man will do next, and I’m ready for it.

He looks into my eyes and says, “Let’s dance.”

Left feeling breathless, I guzzle down the last of my drink and follow where he leads out onto the dance floor. Our bodies move sensually together, effortlessly, as if we were made for each other. This man can dance. He moves seductively to the beat of the music, stimulating and tantalizing, never taking his captivating, dark eyes off of me. Aldin pulls me to his front, grinding his massive erection against my ass while tightly gripping my hips. It’s foreplay at its finest, claiming me, possessing me—his promise of things to come, if I accept it.

When the song Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran comes on, Aldin pulls me closer, if that’s even possible. Caressing my back in slow circles until his hands are cupping my ass, he stares down at my mouth while licking his sexy lips. The music takes us on a journey to another world, and time stands still. I’m held hostage by this big, beautiful man. Aldin moves in swiftly and seizes my mouth with his in a sensual, dominating assault. My brain explodes into a million blissful particles. Aldin continues to sway to the beat while rubbing his dick provocatively against my belly and the apex between my thighs, settling greedily there for the rest of the song.

We dance for one more song and then go back to the bar for another beer. I’m parched. My breathing is labored from the dancing and the foretaste of what Aldin is promising.

“Hey, you two,” Candie sings as she sets down two more glasses of beer along with two waters in front of us.

“Thank you.” Aldin’s deep baritone voice washes over me, hot desire traveling down my belly.

“So I’m off in about fifteen minutes, Wren.” Candie watches me in anticipation for the confirmation of my hook-up, which she had everything to do with. Thank you very much.

“I’m actually pretty tired, Candie. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” I lean my head over and shrug, glancing at her with my eyes and a slight smirk to let her know my true meaning: I’m taking Aldin home with me. My eyes dart slightly to Aldin, who stands so close our arms touch.

A smile too big for her face covers Candie’s features. She gets my meaning. My drought is over. I chanced another look at the man I hope to consume tonight—or let consume me—and his eyes are hooded with a sliver of silver radiating out from the dark depths as he watches me closely. Candie backs up and walks away, giving me a double thumbs-up as she goes. I angle my body closer to this hunky man. I’ve gained a bit more liquid courage from the tasty beer, but hey, I know what I want.

“So, mister Aldin, maker of beer, sexy dancer and oh-so-delicious to the eyes. Would you like to go back to my place and continue this?” I push a finger into his rock hard pecs and then back to me.

Aldin stares at me, studying me like I’m a puzzle he has to figure out. His nostrils flare as if he’s sniffing for something, and then his lips turn into a grin as he chuckles. He pulls my hand back and places soft, electrical kisses onto the back of my hand, then turns it over to pay the same attention to my palm and wrist. Darkened eyes monitor my response of his affection. My belly is playing flip-flop from his sultry attention.

“I thought you’d never ask, doc,” he answers as he places a few large bills on the bar, never letting go of my hand.
He tugs me through the crowd, out the door, and into the dark night. Aldin’s hand is firm on mine. A man on a mission. Strong and powerful. My insides start the happy dance as Aldin unlocks my car, gently placing me into the driver's seat. After my seatbelt is buckled tight, he captures my lips for another scorching kiss.

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F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twin sisters forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy.

When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.

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I'm not a good man.
I'm not a bad man.
But I've made some bad mistakes, made the wrong choices.
Who hasn't? But the consequences are tearing us apart.

I love two people.
I love them differently.
The world tells me I have to choose. Why? Why do I have to choose?
Loving hurts. Dancing heals.

Love makes you soar, makes you fly and sets you free—and then it lets you freefall until you're smashed and bleeding on the ground. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being.

I'm my opinion.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
One is a man.
One is a woman.
And they are brother and sister.

**** A stand alone novel in the best-selling Rhythm Series. ****

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We strolled up Charing Cross Road talking about the usual first date stuff: music we liked, where I was from. He’d even been to Slovenia, telling me about a bachelor party he’d gone on in Ljubljana, although he called it a ‘stag night’.
“I loved the city, but it was a bloody awful weekend. All Harry’s friends were straight. They knew I wasn’t, but it was obviously uncomfortable for them. God, the strippers were the worst! Ugly old trouts with waxed pussies like badly made Barbie dolls—hideous!”
I smiled at the image.
“Wouldn’t bother me.”
“Well, it didn’t bother me, but it’s not exactly my cup of tea either.”
“You … drank tea?” I asked, puzzled.
Seth laughed. “Sorry! That’s very British. But your English is so good … it means, not my scene.”
“Oh, okay. I like strippers if they’re good—women or men. I have sex with both.”
“You’ve had sex with strippers?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Sure,” and I turned to watch his face. “Both: men and women.”
His eyebrows shot up and his mouth popped open.
“You … I … really?”
“Is that a deal breaker? You said you didn’t want to play games.”
“You’re really bi?”
“Yeah, I’m really bi.”
“You have sex with women?” he asked, his mouth twisting with dislike.
“Jesus! Yes, often. And with men, often.”
“When was the last time you … with a woman?”
“The night before I met you.”
“Wow.” Seth shook his head slowly. “I don’t know what to say.”
My shoulders tensed.
Seth was staring at me, a confused expression of dislike on his face.

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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).
She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. ( )

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Title: Poesy
Series: A Low Novella
Author: Mary Elizabeth
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: By Hang Le 
 Release Date: June 19, 2016


Living on the right side of the tracks can be cruel.

Poesy Ashby lives a dysfunctional life to prove it. Determined not to turn out like her parents, she’s gives up seeking their approval and focuses on breaking free. But abiding by the rules is nearly impossible when corruption is in your blood.

Before Poesy Ashby becomes a renegade on the run, she is a girl from the suburbs who finds acceptance for the first time in the most unexpected place: between rose petals and thorns.

Bonnie and Clyde have nothing on her love story.

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Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.

Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.

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