Friday, 17 July 2015

New Book Tour + Release Blitz Invite - Every Choice/giveaway

New Adult
Date Published: June 13, 2015

Red is everywhere.
Not just red, blood.
Blood is everywhere.
It is all over me.

Cassie Whitlock has relived that day countless times in her dreams for the past four years. It left more than just physical scars, it has caused her to close herself off to everyone. She no longer believes in love. Love only ends in pain.

That’s why when she meets Luca, she is surprised by the immediate and undeniable attraction between them. She doesn’t want complicated and she knows he’s about to make everything complicated. As their lives become more intertwined, it becomes harder to hide her secrets, and harder to resist him, but when she discovers he has secrets of his own, she begins to question everything. Cassie has to make a choice: hold on to the ghosts of her past or be brave enough to imagine a future.

Long Excerpt from Every Choice
When I was ready, I strode confidently across the room and, after checking that he didn’t have a drink in his hand, I tripped right in front of him. Luckily, he played the part of the gentleman well and caught me before I hit the ground, his arm under my back. I looked up at him and felt seized in his gaze again. If someone had taken a picture of this moment, it would have looked like he was dipping me in waltz. Or maybe a tango was more appropriate.
I knew I had only pretended, but my pulse raced with adrenaline as if I had actually tripped. His dark blue eyes cut into mine and I felt like they were swallowing me. I was suddenly not sure if this was a good idea, but it was too late to back out now. I did my best to smile and let out a silly laugh, as if to apologize for being so clumsy.
“Oh my gosh,” I said griping his bicep and squashing the strangled cry I wanted to let out after feeling the hard muscle. “Thank you so much. I would have completely embarrassed myself if you hadn’t caught me.”
He didn’t say anything but he righted me and made sure I was on my feet before he let go. He made like he was going to turn back to one of the girls around him and I pulled on his arm before he could. I thought I heard a quiet curse in my ear from one of his gaggle, but I’d expected it. It wasn’t like my reputation was a secret, a fact I actually prided myself on. And they had a reason to be upset, they had just lost their chance with him.
“My name is Cassie,” I said, half pulling him to me, half stepping toward him, so we were face-to-face.
When it was obvious that I was waiting for him to answer, he said gruffly, “Luca.”
I smiled wide. “Can I get you a drink, Luca? To thank you?”
He looked at me as if he were trying to decipher a riddle, but his eyes hardened and grew darker suddenly.
“You don’t even know me,” he said, his voice deep and rich.
I ignored his slight shift in demeanor which should have set off warning flags, but didn’t.
“But I think I’d like to,” I said flirtatiously.
“You think? You’re not sure?” He took a step toward me and my body physically reacted to his closeness without my permission.
I made an obvious glance at his lips to let him know what I was thinking before I returned to his eyes. “I’m sure.”
Luca took another step toward me so that there was less than a foot separating us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girls that had been congregating around this living example of male perfection turn irritably and stomp away. Of course, I couldn’t process anything other than how this was easier than I’d expected. I bit my lip in a way that I knew was usually irresistible for a guy. Just as I anticipated, Luca leaned in and we would make contact in three…two…
“Come with me,” he said quietly.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him as he made his way through the throng. I was disappointed with the non-kiss until I realized he was leading me up the stairs. To the bedrooms. Normally, I was the kind of girl who at least insisted on going back to his place, or mine, but seeing as how just Luca’s hand was getting me all hot and bothered, I thought that maybe sooner was better.
A tingle was forming low in my core and the inch of skin I saw as his t-shirt hitched up put me even more on edge. Even if he wasn’t as skilled in bed as I suspected he was, it wouldn’t take me long. I was practically halfway there already.
We made it to the top of the stairs and we turned down the hall until we lost all sight of the party raging downstairs. I tried to guess what room we were going to enter, wondering whose it was and how mad they’d be when they realized what it had been used for, when Luca stopped suddenly and backed me against the wall. I whimpered in shock, more turned on than perhaps I ever had been without so much as a kiss.
He gripped my shoulders, holding me in place, and I could feel the nerves along the whole front of my body clamoring the make the foot-long jump in front of me to reach his body. Luca’s hands slid slowly down my arms to my wrists. He wrapped his hands around them easily and raised them above my head, pinning them to the wall. I didn’t know what he was doing but I was more than willing to play along.
He lowered his head so that his mouth was gently grazing my ear and he whispered, “What is it you want from me, Cassie?”
I nipped at his earlobe that was within reaching distance. “I would’ve thought it was obvious.”
He moved away and I tried to follow but his hands held me tighter against the wall and I could no longer reach him. The hallway was dark, the only light spilling in from the stairs, but his eyes seemed to glow in the dimness. Two tiny beacons in the fathomless darkness that surrounded me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted something so badly.
“Do you want to make love to me?” he growled.
I titled my head and observed him for a moment. His expression gave nothing away.
“You hardly seem like someone who makes love,” I replied.
“You’re right, I don’t. I fuck.”
I arched off the wall and my breasts brushed against his chest sending tremors through my body.
“What a coincidence,” I smiled. “That’s what I’m offering. No strings. Just a fun night.”
“Sweetheart, you aren’t capable of offering me that.”
My eyes narrowed at him. They had adjusted to the minimal light but saw no humor in his expression. In fact, he was a blank slate and I didn’t like that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“You don’t even know me,” I said, throwing his words back at him.
“I know enough. You are confident enough to use a fake trip to gain my
attention. You’re a little arrogant in thinking that games could actually fool me. And you are sexy as hell, and I’d like nothing more than to peel you out of this dress and fuck you against this wall with your legs around me, screaming my name.”
He pushed his body flush against mine, pinning me entirely to the wall, and I felt him hard against his jeans. All my girly parts broke out into a happy dance at his declaration. I was even willing to ignore the snide comments he made before that last one because I was so needy. I tried to move to create some friction between us, but I was trapped.
“But,” he continued, “I’m not going to do that. Because while you definitely have a ‘do me’ look on your face that I’d fucking love to wipe off of it, your eyes are holding so much more back. I see a lot of unchecked emotions and I don’t do emotions. So—”
Before I could even process what he had said, his lips crashed into mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and twisted with mine, which I felt down in my toes. I wanted to grab his shaggy hair and run my fingers through it pulling him closer to me, but they were still in his grasp above my head, so I had to let my kiss do the work.
He practically melted into me, or maybe it was more appropriate to say that I melted into him. His kiss was demanding and punishing and scorched me from the inside out. He pulled back too soon and gave me a knowing smirk as he let go of me and strutted down the hall back to the party without another glance.

Samantha Rey graduated from the University of Mary Washington in Virginia with a degree in theatre and a Master’s in elementary education. While her full-time job is currently teaching third grade just outside of Washington, D.C., her love of theatre, entrancing characters, and never-ending drama has not subsided. She has always loved creating stories and the Every series is culmination of a lot of hard work and following her dreams. When she is not writing, she is reading way too much, choreographing musicals, grading papers, and spending time with her husband and their dog, Paisley. You can follow Samantha on Twitter @authorsamrey, on her website,, or on Facebook,
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Tuesday, 30 June 2015


Criminal Kind
by Mary Anne Edwards
Series: A Charlie McClung Mystery, #3
Genre: Traditional Mystery

Publisher: Sellem Books

Cover Artist: Michael James Canales
Release Date: June 30, 2015

It’s the perfect setting for a romantic getaway at sea: Caribbean breezes, clear blue skies, passionate nights, and murder? Not exactly what Detective Charlie McClung and Marian had in mind for their honeymoon. When one of their fellow passengers is murdered on her 35th wedding anniversary, Charlie and Marian get pulled into the investigation. Who would want to kill poor Tammy Ferguson in such a brutal way? As Charlie uncovers more sordid details about Tammy and her husband, Peter, it becomes clear that someone else has found the same skeletons in the Ferguson’s closet and Tammy has paid the price. Is Peter next?

Trapped on the ship with a killer, shadows seem more ominous and even the most innocent faces seem sinister. Has Charlie inadvertently put Marian in harm’s way? How long does Charlie have before the hunter becomes the hunted?

Don’t Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty
Still the Same - Bob Seger
In My Life - The Beatles
At Last - Etta James
I’m A Believer - The Monkees
Criminal Kind - Tom Petty
My Girl - The Temptations
Endless Love - Lionel Richie & Diana Ross
I Have Dream - Matt Monro
Runnin’ Down A Dream - Tom Petty
What Could Have Been Love - Aerosmith

Haven't started the series yet?

Book 1: Brilliant Disguise

Book 2: A Good Girl

Mary Anne was born in Mercedes, Texas, but has lived in Georgia most of her life.  She has had a variety of experiences in her life. Some were great and some, well let's just say Mary Anne has learned many lessons the hard way.

Mary Anne has been married for nearly 35 years to the most practically perfect man. They have a newly adopted Tuxedo cat named Gertrude. They enjoy traveling and watching mysteries on TV. Mary Anne is active in Sisters in Crime Atlanta Chapter, Mystery Writers of America and sits on the advisory board of Rockdale Cares, Inc., a non-profit advocacy group for the developmentally challenged.

Although Mary Anne began writing in high school, she didn’t get serious about it until 1999. She writes traditional mysteries that are influenced by some of her favorite authors:  Agatha Christie, Anne Perry, Caroline Graham, and Elizabeth Peters.

Her first book in the Detective Charlie McClung mysteries, “Brilliant Disguise” was released on January 21, 2014. The next book in the series, “A Good Girl”, was released on September 23, 2014. Mary Anne is currently working on the third book in the series, “Criminal Kind”; there are seven more to follow .


Luck of the Irish
by Sara Humphreys
Series: Leprechaun's Gold, #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Fantasy Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2015

"Ms. Humphreys continues to possess the gift of storytelling and gathering the hearts and souls of her audience." - Night Owl Reviews

A leprechaun is powerless without his gold….

Banished to the mirrored realm for hundreds of years, Declan Aherne had nothing but time to plot his revenge and mourn the loss of his beloved wife. But when a beautiful human woman, with a familiar amulet, stares into the mirror….Declan’s luck was about to change.

The gold emblem, the one that matched her necklace, sat at the top of the oval gilded frame, and when she leaned closer she realized that it was a recessed space. She ran her finger over it and let out a shuddering breath. Maggie had a sinking suspicion that the amulet around her neck would fit perfectly in that space.

“A key,” she whispered through trembling lips. “Aunt Lizzie said the amulet was a key to release the leprechaun from his prison.”

Rising to her feet, Maggie carried the mirror down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. She bumped the door open with her hip and stepped into the small, cozy green and white room. When she changed clothes earlier she’d already removed the old print and left the blank spot above her dresser for her long sought after prize.

With great care she hung the mirror onto the nail and adjusted it so that it was straight. She stepped back and inspected it as she removed the amulet and gold chain from around her neck. The heavy, gold disc felt warm in her palm as she curled her fingers around it and debated what to do next.

Part of her was as eager as a kid on Christmas Eve brimming with anticipation. She wanted to slip the amulet right into that spot on the frame and see if the fairy tale was true. But the other part of her, the one that dominated at the moment, was reluctant. Not because she was afraid of a leprechaun jumping out of the mirror.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

What if after all this time and all the searching she puts the amulet in the mirror and nothing happens? That would be a big, fat, fucking let down of colossal proportions.

Tears stung her eyes and she sniffled, laughing out loud at her foolishness. How long had she been searching for the mirror never really believing she’d find it? The hunt for this treasure was what kept her going after family was gone. It was like an invisible tie that kept her connected to them, but now she’d found it and the hunt was over.

It was a stark reminder that her family was never coming back.

Maggie was alone.

“I wish the story was true, Aunt Lizzie,” she whispered. “But true or not, thank you for sharing it with me….I miss you all so much.”

She turned her teary gaze to her reflection as she ran her fingertip over the amulet. It was time to face the truth and stop hiding inside her own fairy tales, the ones she perpetuated every time she went in search of the magical mirror from Aunt Lizzie’s stories. She had to face the reality of the world she lived in.

Her family was gone and they weren’t coming back. The mirror wasn’t magic and she wasn’t anything special, and the only way to really face it was to put the amulet in the mirror—and watch as nothing happened.

Fairy tales weren’t real.

Neither were leprechauns or warlocks.

No more hiding from the world or retreating into fanciful stories.

“Time to face the truth.”

Maggie pressed the amulet to her lips before reaching up and slipping the disc into the recessed spot at the top of the mirror. The moment it clicked into place she whispered the Gaelic phrase Aunt Lizzie always uttered when she told this part of the story. “Scaoileadh mé tú.”

At first nothing happened and Maggie was ready to drown herself in the rest of the chardonnay. She was about to leave the room in search of the wine when a ripple in her reflection caught her eye. Maggie swallowed hard and squinted, not sure she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing. But sure enough the glass surface of the mirror began to undulate and swell like silver waves in an otherworldly ocean.

She backed up as her image in the mirror blurred and a low, pulsing throbbing sound began to rumble through the room. Maggie scrambled backward and up onto the bed as the deafening noise grew louder by the second. Her hands flew to hear ears, the pulsing noise permeating every single cell of her body making her teeth clatter. It felt like the entire building would come down around her any second and if she wasn't completely paralyzed by fear, she might have run.

But Maggie couldn’t move. She curled up into the fetal position, hands over her ears, as the world rumbled around her. She half expected the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

A split second later, the mirror erupted in an explosion of light and Maggie squeezed her eyes shut. As a scream threatened to rip from her throat the world went completely silent and still. No more bone rattling throbbing running through the air. The shaking and trembling had ceased, except for her body. She was quivering like a damn leaf and cowering on her bed like a total coward.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage and her eyes were screwed tightly shut as the unmistakable sound of someone breathing heavily filled the room. At first, she thought it was her own breath because she was huffing and puffing like she’d run a freaking marathon. But about a second later, it became glaringly clear she was no longer alone.

The fairy tale was true.

Sara Humphreys is a graduate of Marist College, with a B.A. Degree in English Literature & Theater. Her initial career path after college was as a professional actress. Some of her television credits include, A&E Biography, Guiding Light, Another World, As the World Turns and Rescue Me.

In 2013 Sara's novel UNTAMED won two PRISM awards--Dark Paranormal and Best of the Best.

She loves writing hot heroes and heroines with moxie but above all, Sara adores a satisfying happily-ever-after. She lives in New York with her husband, their four amazing sons, and two adorable pups. When she's not writing or hanging out with the men in her life, she can be found working out with Shaun T in her living room or chatting with readers on Facebook.

For a full list of Sara's books and reading order, please visit her website.