Monday, September 12, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Piecing Together Sydney plus #giveaway

(A Sydney West Novel #3)
This year’s annual voyage to Malibu will be unlike any other... 
Sydney West is no longer a party girl looking for summer boys to occupy her nights. She has found love with Jason King and agreed to marry him. With wedding plans in full swing for the July deadline, everything seems to be perfect. 
Until someone from Jason’s past interrupts their summer getaway… 
When Jason turns cold and distant, the party scene beckons Sydney to return to her old drink-all-night ways. Only this time the guys at the bar don’t hold her attention, but when Sydney's drink is drugged by a so-called friend—she kisses one of them. When Jason finds out, he leaves the beach house to clear his head, but a couple hours quickly turn into days. 
It’s hard to have a wedding without the groom… 
This summer is nothing like what Sydney had planned, and for the first time she's afraid of the future. Sydney finally figured out what she wants and she isn’t willing to let Jason go without a fight. But is it already too late? Sydney will risk everything to… 
piece herself, and the life she wants, back together again.
Excerpt 1:

Next year was my senior year, and I’d be attending classes as a married woman at the age of twenty-two.
God, what did I get myself into? I only wanted to have fun. Now my summer boy will be my husband. How insane is that?
I stared down at my ring, watching it shine in the sun. The diamond captured the light perfectly, turning it into a rainbow of color. For the rest of my life I’d wear a ring on my left hand. Forever Jason was going to own my heart. He was a better keeper than I. My heart surrendered to a cage of ice when it was in my possession. With Jason it was warm and cared for.
Someone cleared their throat a few feet in front of me. I looked up and found Jason giving me one of his signature grins. That smile made my stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies.
“Hey, Syd. Admiring your awesome rock, I see?” He chuckled, sitting down next to me.
A blush burnt my cheeks. “Maybe. My phone’s dead, so I’m bored. How was your test?”
He shook his head. “I told you last night you should plug your phone in, but you never listen.”
I flipped my hair over my shoulder. “Because I would’ve forgotten it on my way out.”
“Not if I unplugged it and put it in your bag before I left for class.” He grabbed my left hand, running his thumb over my ring. “I’m good at taking care of you, Syd.”
A shy smile tugged my lips upward. “Yeah, I know.” I leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted like mint and coffee. I wanted to drink him in and let everything else go. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, sending a coil of need through my core.

Excerpt 2:
Jason put his fingers to my lips, killing my words. “Just don’t scream…”
His mouth was on my collarbone, moving lower. His other hand was at my back, trying to undo my bra as his left continued to rub me down south.
I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. He tore off my shirt and unhooked my bra. His shirt peeled off, and we were chest to chest. I straddled him, rubbing myself on his member, awaking it.
Jason’s eyes rolled back. I sealed my lips to his to keep us both from moaning. His fingers found their way to my breasts, rolling my nipples into hard pebbles, making the ache within me grow into a raging fire.
I unbuttoned his jean shorts and moved his zipper down. To remove his shorts, I had to move off of him and pull them all the way down. A smile came to my lips when I found he was wearing Scooby-Doo boxers.
“How cute. I knew these would look good on you.” I had bought them for him a few days ago, and he laughed, but I wasn’t sure if he’d actually wear them. Guess I knew now.
A wicked grin took his lips. “Baby, I wore them just for this moment.” With that, he placed his hands on both my sides and yanked not only my shorts, but also my underwear down my legs.
I bent down and received a condom from his jeans’ pocket. Our eyes locked as I bit it open and removed the condom. Jason leaned his head back as I stroked his cock before sliding the rubber in place.
“You ready, baby?” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to get it out of my face.
“I’m always ready for you.” His breath was uneven, and his eyes locked upon me like I was the only girl in the world.
The pounding between my legs intensified, knowing it was about to get what it desired. I placed my legs on either side of his hips. We kissed as I slowly moved myself down upon him, letting my walls move and allow him inside.
His hand caressed my breasts, bringing the left one to his mouth. He gingerly bit it, making me throw my head back with a moan. His hand went to my lips. I nibbled the pad of his thumb as I rocked myself against him.
The photo album slipped off the couch onto the floor. I looked down at it for a heartbeat. How times have changed for the better. That album could retire. This summer, I was going to have a new album...a wedding album.

Excerpt 3:
“Hey, did I wake you?” I crawled into bed and snuggled close to him again.
He enveloped in me his arms. “No, but I moved my arm and felt only empty space. I guess that woke me.”
I nuzzled his neck. “We’ve become that lovesick couple, haven’t we?”
He chuckled, making his Adam’s apple bounce. “Maybe, but we’re getting married. I think people expect us to love each other so much it makes others nauseous.”
I traced his hair line down his stomach to the edge of his boxers. “I guess. What should we do today? Amelia and Hunter are gone all day and maybe all night too.”
Jason kissed the top of my head. “Remind me why they’re ditching us?”
I sat up, propping myself up on my elbow. “Amelia wants a little break from wedding planning and to enjoy the summer with her boyfriend.” I shrugged, raking my teeth over my bottom lip. Jason’s breath hitched. The reaction I was hoping for. “I don’t want to leave the bedroom today. I think we need a break from the wedding too…” I rubbed my lips together and looked up at Jason through my lashes.
“That’s one of the best ideas I’ve heard.” He flipped me onto my back and kissed my collarbones. I wiggled under him. He knew I preferred being on top and liked to tease me.
“Come on, baby. You’re killing me.” I couldn’t get out from under him. His body pinned me to the bed.
He cackled, grabbing both my wrists in one hand and holding them above my head. “Be still, and I’ll let you go.” His tongue ran down my throat to my chest. He nibbled at the top of my breast. His free hand unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. “I love it when you only sleep in a bra and panties.”

★Book 2★ 


Brittney Coon graduated Magna Cum Laude from Arizona State University with a Bachelor of Science in Communication and a minor in Film and Media Production. Brittney has always been creative and turned to writing to share the stories playing through her head. In her spare time she reads, watches Friends, attends rock concerts, and hangs out with her cats. She currently lives in Arizona.

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Sunday, September 11, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Wildfire Hurricane by Amelia James

Wildfire Hurricane

(A Ryder Boys Novel Book 1)

When Simone Leveque met Dash Ryder in seventh grade, she immediately fell for him—head over heels down the stairs…

Despite her less than graceful introduction, Simone jumped right up and yelled, “Ta-da,” drawing the attention and admiration of everyone, including Dash. The two quickly became bickering best friends, fighting about anything and everything until Dash finally kissed her, cementing their young love for a lifetime.

They fought hard and made up harder, but some things are unforgivable…

Simone knows Malcolm lied to Dash. Plain and simple. She would have never cheated on him, especially with his own brother. Dash wouldn’t believe her back then, and thirteen years later when their careers bring them back together, he still won’t. 

Dash can’t believe the woman who sent his heart to an early grave is now his new boss… 

Time doesn’t heal pain. Dash still can’t forgive Simone for betraying his trust all those years ago, and when old tensions combine with an undeniable attraction, a new flame takes hold—literally. 

An out of control wildfire tests Dash’s firefighting crew, and an unprecedented hurricane threatens the city, forcing the volatile former couple to work together to survive while somehow keeping their hands off each other. But reckless passion isn’t enough to keep them together this time. Simone must fight to bring the truth to light if she wants her future with Dash to outlast this…

Wildfire Hurricane.
Excerpt 1:

Dash watched his crew’s vehicle disappear into the falling dark. Electricity lingered in the air, crackling and popping. The storm that might’ve started the fire rolled out hours ago, but the friction between him and his new boss lit up the place like a Christmas tree on crack.
The sun dropped behind the mountains, and he turned on his truck’s headlights, shining the bright beams on the blackened landscape around him. He spotted a splintered tree, grabbed his axe, and waved for Simone to follow him. “Ray said the fire was most likely started by lightning.” The formerly towering pine had been split in two, and the half that lay on the ground burned up, but the portion still standing showed charring that didn’t match the fire’s path. “I’ll bet this is what it hit.” He rolled his dirty sleeves up to his elbows and raked the axe through the dirt, searching for more evidence.
Simone stood next to him and studied the tree. “The storm woke me up last night. Sounded like it was right on top of me.”
“Yeah, I heard it too. We’ve had a long, hot summer. The mountains are ripe for a blaze.” This is good. Keep it professional. He turned, brushing his bare arm against hers. Lightning surged between them, overloading his brain with memories of skin on skin. Making out in his truck after football games. Driving her home after curfew. Urgent need and fumbling hands. “Do you remember our first time?” What the fuck is that?
Her eyes widened, big, brown, and scrambling to comprehend what he’d said. A smile lifted her cheeks, revealing that yes, she did remember. Fondly. He’d written endless stanzas about her expressive face, but he couldn’t remember any of them at the moment because his damn dick wanted to come out and play.
“Mmm-hmm… hottest thirty seconds of my life.”
Dash sputtered. “Hey, it was thirty-five seconds. Goddamn right– Hottest by far, darlin’.”
“The second time though.” Her eyes sparkled with the mischief he’d once loved. “Forty seconds later.” She picked up a half-burned stick and used it to knock down piles of ashes.
“Oh yeah. Much better.” His cock swelled as he grinned and finished her thought. “For you too.”
“Mm-hm, that’s right. Practice makes perfect. We did a lot of practicing.” She turned over a smoking stack of leaves with the stick and spread them across the ground.
“A lot of making up.”
“What did we fight about?” Her eyebrows drew together as if the memory failed to load.
“Everything.” Dash shrugged, at the moment unable to recall anything specific. All their fights seemed to start for one reason. “You never listened to me.”
Simone shook her head. “You always had to be in charge. I remember when–”
“See, you never listen.”
“Shut up. Remember when I wanted to go to that new water park in Montebello? Just twenty minutes away instead of three hours.”
He wracked his brain. The local news had overhyped the place when it opened. “We went there all the time. What’s the big deal?”
“I wanted to go on opening weekend when they had concerts and free food. But you said ‘no way’.”
“I never said we wouldn’t go. I said let’s wait until after the crowded craziness was over.”
“Is that what you said?” The impish smile that hardened his dick like stone appeared and taunted him. “I wasn’t listening.” She turned her back and left him scowling at her sweet, swaying ass.
Jesus, I need to fuck her.

Excerpt 2

“Maybe we’ll get another chance.”
Simone stood, pulling her head out of fantasy land. “Is that what we want?” She spotted the coffee maker sitting on a counter next to an old filing cabinet, and she topped off her cup.
Dash followed her. “Hell yeah. I wish I’d done it to you back in high school.”
She allowed the daydream train to idle at the ‘what if’ station. “Why didn’t you?”
“Guys are selfish pricks at that age. We love pussy, but we’re also a little afraid of it. Sticking your dick in a girl is one thing, but your face is entirely different.”
She hid a laugh in her cup. “No, I mean…” Do we want us again? She couldn’t ask him that question. Not yet.
“I know what you mean.” A lingering brush on her shoulder accompanied his soft tone. “We can’t… I don’t want to hurt–”
“Just stop.” If he said again, she’d kick him in the balls.
“Anymore.” He ran his hand through his wild hair as he paced across the room.
The urge to beat him fled, replaced by an overpowering need to hold him. But for his comfort or for hers?  “Neither do I.”
He circled back toward her, unwavering as if drawn by a powerful magnet. “But I can’t stay away from you.” His hands landed on her shoulders, stroking down her arms in an urgent caress.
She set down her coffee cup and matched his grasp, holding him with equal fervor.
“Every time we’ve been together, we’ve fucked each other like horny teenagers.” He leaned in and his hot words tickled her neck, sending a shivery thrill straight to her thighs.
“Not my fault.”
He stepped back and his gaze swept her body. “And standing here looking at you this morning…” He gnawed his lips and stared up at the ceiling as if gathering his thoughts, searching for the right words.
Oh shit. Does he still love me?
Dash fixed his gaze on her breasts. “I gotta know if that’s the shirt you slept in last night.”
Um…unexpected. “No.”
“Damn it.” He stole a sideways peek at her ass. “Are you wearing underwear?”
“Would you like to find out?”
He nodded like a bobble-head doll.
Predictable. She slowly pulled them hem of her shirt up, exposing her bare skin. His eyes twinkled as he trailed his fingers over her stomach. She swatted his hand away like an irritating fly.
She grabbed her coffee and marched across the room. “You think I’m going to let you paw around after what you did last night?”
He charged after her. “What I did? Woman, you started it!” He tripped over his feet and frowned. “I think.”
She slammed the cup down on her desk then whirled and pointed in his face. “No, I stopped it!”
Their shouts echoed around the room as they argued on top of each other.
 “Exactly! You can’t leave a man like that.”
“You in your tight t-shirt, all hot and damp.”
“That’s not the point! I know you liked it.”
She gasped and shoved him.
A triumphant sneer curled his lip. “Who’s hot and damp now?”
“Me.” She grabbed his collar with both hands, and he tumbled into her as she jerked him against the desk. Their bodies kissed first, then their lips found each other.
He braced his arms around her. “You definitely started this.”
“Shut up.” She planted her mouth on his and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt while he pushed her jacket off her shoulders. Coffee splashed on the desk and its heady aroma teased Simone’s senses while Dash wrestled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.
“Like horny teenagers?” She gasped in his ear as his hands slid inside the back of her jeans and under her panties to cup her bare ass.
“Uh-huh. Just like old times.” He winked. “But with new skills.” He pointed his tongue and dragged it across her bottom lip.  
Oh hell yes! Her knees buckled, but his possessive grip on her butt kept her body tight against him. All her professional intentions disappeared as Dash nipped at her neck. Her nipples pebbled, straining against her bra and begging for that talented tongue.
“Is this how you two resolve workplace conflict?”

When I was in the third grade, my teacher wrote ‘tends to daydream’ on my report card. Playgirl magazine. Two of them were published. I kept writing and eventually my short stories became romance novels.
What did she expect from a girl raised on fairy tales? I’m convinced those fanciful stories led to the romance novel addiction I acquired in junior high. My mom caught me reading a particularly hot one and took it away from me. She couldn’t stop me from daydreaming though, and after I got married, I wrote some of my steamier daydreams down and sent them to
I live in Colorado now, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks. Characters—the ever-present voices in my head—bring my books to life. They’re my imaginary friends.
We all need to get away from reality for a little while. I prefer to escape with a sizzly, sexy, forever romance. 


Friday, September 2, 2016

Freebie alert! Breaking Down Sydney

Breaking Down Sydney (A Sydney West Novel, book 2) is ‪#FREE‬ for a limited time! ‪#NA #NAromance #contemporaryromance‪# #summerboy‬ ‪#ebook #Amazon #kindle‬ 
Sometimes love follows you home...

What reviewers are saying:
"This book was an awesome read must read book one first I felt this one was an improvement in the writing style although I truly enjoyed the first book I loved this one even more!" -Sharra
"After reading book One... I had to get the second book cause I could not believe the ending of the first book... damn that tore me up to bits." -Camila


Summer love can turn into happily ever piece at a time.

One-night stands in Malibu are quick and easy. Love...not so much.
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