Thursday, June 2, 2016

Tuesday Cover Reveals ~ Marie James, Dani Wyatt, & M.T. Harrte




Title: Kid
Series: Cerberus MC #2
Author: Marie James
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha
Cover Model: Nathan Hainline  
 Release Date: June 22, 2016


Blurb

Khloe

When Khloe Devaro’s best friend and fianc√© is lost to the war in Iraq, she’s beyond distraught. Her intentions of joining him in the afterlife are thwarted by a Cerberus Motorcycle club member. Too young to do anything on her own, the only alternative she has now is to take Kid up on his offer to stay at the MC Clubhouse. As if that’s not a disaster waiting to happen, but anything is better than returning to the foster home she’s been forced to live in the last three years.

"Kid"

Dustin “Kid” Andrews spent four years as a Marine; training, fighting, and learning how to survive the most horrendous of conditions. He never imagined that holding a BBQ fundraiser for a local fallen soldier would end up as the catalyst that turns his world upside down. Resisting his attraction for a girl he’s not even certain is of legal age was easy, until he’s forced to intervene when her intentions become clear. All his training is wasted as far as he’s concerned, since none of that will help him when it comes to Khloe.

Will the self-proclaimed man-whore sleep with a woman in every country he visits as planned, or will the beautiful, yet feisty girl living down the hall throw a wrench in his plan?





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EXCERPT

I take in every inch of him, noticing first his muscular arms and wide shoulders. I see part of a tattoo peeking out from the arm of his t-shirt. The tiny hint makes me want to see it all. I’ve always been partial to inked bodies, loving how a story can be told in ink rather than words.

His dark, brown beard is ridiculously neat, trimmed to perfection. It surrounds pouty, kissable lips. I can’t help but wonder if he has chest hair. I’ve always been attracted to very masculine men. I realize how much of a freak I am, staring at this stranger, itching to see the rest of his tattoos and wondering what he’d look like naked, how my fingers would feel caressing his skin.

Soothing brown eyes look back at me, almost pleading with me to change my views of the world. His hair is longer on top than on the sides, tousled and messy as if he’s been running his hands through it for hours. Sexy, this man is incredibly sexy. He has an edge of danger to him, but at the same time, he seems completely approachable. He’s a wash of contradictions.

“I’m sorry about your fianc√©,” he says reaching his hand out to take mine.

I pull away immediately, unable to hide the quiver in my lip at the mention of Alec.

“Don’t,” I say unsure of what the word is in reference to. Don’t touch me. Don’t mention the death of my best friend. Don’t walk out of here and leave me alone.

A few minutes of peace are all I’ve gotten since Alec’s death. A handful of times over the last couple of weeks my mind would shut down, and I forget, briefly, just how much I’ve lost. I got that reprieve looking at Kid until he ruined it by opening his mouth.

Why do people always feel the need to speak? Why verbalize the pain others are feeling? Sometimes just sitting, being available if needed is the best thing you can do.

“He’s my best friend,” I say on a choked sob. I have no idea why I’m telling him this. I don’t know why I feel the need to ease the hurt I saw in his eyes when I pulled my hand away from his touch. “Was. I lost my best friend.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice full of sorrow. “I know what that feels like.”

I pull my eyes from looking at my own hands and look back at him. For the first time, I notice dog tags hanging around his neck. Small pieces of metal, unassuming for the most part, but I know they tell a story. Every soldier who wears them has one. It seems in a time of war, those stories get harder to tell.

Kid is young. I know he’s older than me. Even with an unmarred face and bright young eyes, he’s got an air about him that lets you know he’s seen more than most. He’s suffered more than most.

I immediately feel some sort of kindred-ship with him. I begin to shut the little part of myself down that he somehow forced me to open. He’s so young; there’s a good chance he’s still a soldier, and there’s no guarantee that any of them are safe. It’s best to just keep every one of them at a distance.

“You’re in the Army?” I finally manage to ask, angling my head at the tags around his neck.

I watch as he reaches his hand up and touches them as if he’s worn them so long he’s forgotten that they’re even there.

“I was in the Marines,” he answers quickly. “I’ve been out for a couple years now.”

“How old are you?” Was a soldier? No longer in the service? He doesn’t look old enough.

“Twenty-four.”

Six years older than me. I shake my head, knowing he sees nothing but a child sitting here in this bed. Not that I expect anything different, but I’m tired of being viewed as a child.




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AUTHOR BIO

Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.


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Retiring from the military was the right decision for Beckett Fitzgerald. He’s landed the girl of his dreams, the ring is on her finger and the only other mission he’s interested in is putting a baby in Promise’s belly by the time they get back from the honeymoon. Simple, right?

Swept off her feet by Beckett, with his scarred face and Monet blue eyes, Promise is finally learning that true love isn’t just for fairy tales. With her brother finally free from the horrors of foster care and her own personal hero hell-bent on teaching her all the magical ways her body belongs to him, her once-in-a-lifetime feels so real.

But, before their honeymoon suitcases are packed, a knock on the door and a best friend’s betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Beckett will cross oceans and leave a path of destruction behind to protect what is his, but when promises are broken, and the truth is revealed, will their all-consuming love be enough to carry them through?

Author’s Note: You receive both books! Cherish is the conclusion to the best-selling, Promise which is also included here as free bonus content so you can read Beckett & Promise’s story from beginning to end. This book will give you a sweet happily ever after, an insatiable head-over-heels in love alpha hero, panty melting yumminess and no cheating.














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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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Title: Reckoning
Series: Alexis Wolfe Trilogy #2 
Author: M.T. Harrte
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 Release Date: July 18, 2016




Blurb

In order to repair her crumbling kingdom in the Dark Court, Queen Alexis is forced to confront her painful past. She quickly learns she must go back before she can go forward.

However, news of her nemesis and former queen, Samira, rocks her mental foundation to the core and the throne is the last thing on her mind.

Alexis follows the bloody path left in Samira’s wake. She soon realizes she’ll have to gain allies in hostile territory if she’s to secure her crown and get her daughter, kidnapped by the previous queen, back alive.


With her mission clear, Alexis will stop at nothing, even if it means war. There will be death, there will be destruction … there will be a RECKONING.


Excerpt

The no-nonsense queen has returned and she’s taking down anybody standing in her way.

“Detective, to what do I owe this intrusion?” I asked calmly.

Detective David Hothran jacked up his pants and puffed out his chest as he took his time responding. “Well, well, greetings, Your Majesty,” he said giving an exaggerated bow. His mousy brown hair was slick with oil and didn’t budge as he leaned down.

I growled low in my throat. “Detective, I’m tired and far past pissed off. I suggest you state your business or get out.”

“My business is you and your little harem. I told you to let us know when stuff goes down, and because you didn’t, you now have yourself in a mess of trouble. My department has been flooded with reports of you and your guys breaking into several homes and ransacking the joints. The reports also include some individuals that are missing and some that are confirmed dead.”

I sat in silence as I waited for him to finish his little speech. Once I was sure he was done, I continued to sit in silence. Hothran narrowed his eyes and balled his fists like a stubborn five-year-old child.

“If that’s how you want to play it, then fine. I’m sure I can find a pretty pair of pink cuffs to slap on you, and don’t worry, we have special boxes to put your light sensitive cohorts in,” he snarled.

I cocked my head to the side and looked the detective up and down for a moment. “I’m not worried, but you should be,” I whispered.

As if I had given some imaginary signal, every guard in the room immediately had their weapons trained directly on Hothran. I prayed they were all aiming to kill, because I was in no mood for any more fuckery.

“Clearly, you haven’t learned anything about coming in here and making threats and demands. No one is going anywhere with you. Those that are missing and dead were already that way long before we came along. You are already aware that Samira is behind all of this, and our hands are clean of those crimes.”

Hothran pulled his lips into a scowl. “How convenient it must be for you to be able to put all of this at the former queen’s feet. What about the breaking and entering then? What excuse do you have for that? You were on American soil then, where our rules apply, and not one of your little colonies!”

I rolled my eyes and propped my head up on my fist. “This is what you got me out of bed for? Some of those houses belonged to the defectors, and we had reports that the homes were being used as safe havens. None of which concerns you in the least little bit. Honestly, Detective, if you just want to drop in and say hi, that’s fine, no need to come under the pretense of an arrest,” I said coolly.

Hothran’s eyes bucked as he turned a pretty shade of red. “I’m here to make an arrest, and I’m going to add to the list of charges if your guards don’t lower their weapons.” His voice grew low and shaky as if he were trying to suppress his rage.

“Some of those houses were human owned. Anything dealing with humans is outside of your jurisdiction, point, blank, period. You can come quietly, or I can come back with SWAT and the damn National Guard if I need to.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I stood to leave. “The houses held terrorists that are determined to oppress and murder humans and supernaturals. Do you really think humans would be angry that I’m working diligently to stop them? And not to mention, I’m a grieving mother trying to recover her infant daughter. It’s your call, Detective, but for the time being, no one is going anywhere, including you.”

The guards closed in on Hothran and restrained him as he struggled to get away.

“Lock him up. Give him food, water, and somewhere decent to sleep. I want two guards with him at all times.”

My gaze locked in on Hothran as he continued to thrash around. “I would offer my apologies, Detective, but I’m not the least bit sorry. The last thing I need is you getting in the way of my investigation, which unfortunately for you, trumps your trespassing bullshit.”

“You can’t do this!” he screamed, his voice growing faint as he was led farther down the hall.

“I just did,” I whispered.



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Megan Spann, known under the pen name, M. T. Harrte, is an eclectic blend of sex, sarcasm, and a dash of darkness. Her love of books blossomed at an early age and it has developed into a passion for writing as well. She also writes lighter fiction under the pen name M. L. Spann. She’s definitely one of those people that carries around books in their bag. She adds a touch of sass to her novels by using her southern roots to set the tone.

She spent a great deal of her life moving from state to state with her military family, until finally settling down in Mississippi. Despite graduating from Ole Miss with a business degree and going on to gain a Master’s degree, she has decided to truly follow her heart by pursing a writing career.


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