Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: The Single Game by Amanda Black (Hey, that's me!!)




THE SINGLE GAME by Amanda Black

AN APARTMENT NOVEL


In this third, stand-alone installment of Amanda Black’s Apartment Novels series, sparks fly during a sexy party game.
When Eden Foster’s parents tell her they’re moving from the suburbs of Chicago to the tiny farm town of Aledo, Illinois, Eden is crushed. That is, until she runs crying to her jock boyfriend, who she finds on top of her so-called best friend. Moving’s not looking so bad anymore.
Now a senior at Mercer County High, Eden is ready to re-enter the dating scene. Still burned over the betrayal of her ex, she’s looking for someone sweet and innocent. With the help of her two new friends, Zoe and Amy, Eden makes a list of what she’s looking for: an eager virgin, ready for training—and no jocks.
Eden thinks she’s found what she’s looking for in Logan Black, a shy and geeky classmate. But why are Zoe and Amy convinced that the answer to her search is a party game…with kissing?

Eden better get ready, because she’s about to play the Single Game.
The Single Game is the latest addition to the erotic Apartment Novels series, which began with Lily and Ethan in The Apartment and The Blank Canvas.

~Excerpt~


There were times when I could swear that I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look. I didn’t want to see him looking away again to avoid me, or even worse, find out that he hadn’t been looking at all.
That’s when it dawned on me that I definitely wanted him to be looking at me, and the realization almost made me cry.
It [A1] really sucked to already know that there was no possibility with the first guy who interested me.
As I gathered up my things in my bag, I couldn’t help but notice his forearm on the table next to me. It was covered with the prettiest hair, and his muscles kept flexing. I looked further, landing on his long, slender fingers clenching into a fist.
Why hadn’t I ever noticed how sexy his hands were? 
I suddenly mourned the loss of those beautiful fingers ever touching me.
And I mourned the friendship that I thought I’d had with a sweet, quiet boy.
When the bell finally rang, freeing me from that torment, I wiped at the traitorous tears that were beginning to spill over onto my cheeks. Tossing my bag over my shoulder, I muttered a barely audible, “Bye, Logan,” before busting ass out of the room and heading straight to my locker.
When I finally got the combination to work, I threw the metal door open and shoved a few books inside. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down. There was no reason to get so worked up over something that quickly.
“Eden?” I heard his voice beside me. Why hadn’t I ever realized how rich it sounded?
Perhaps because he was always mumbling and avoiding me.
I took another deep breath to steady myself before shutting my locker and turning to face him. “Yeah?”
He was looking down at me through those fucking cute glasses, and all I could think in the back of my mind was: When did his eyes get so pretty? They were almost pure gray.
It took him a moment to speak; he kept looking at me, no doubt taking in the redness of my eyes and my puffy lids. It was without question the longest we had ever maintained eye contact.
“You weren’t bothering me,” he finally whispered.
“What?” I asked, not quite sure I had heard him right.
“Last night. You thought you were bothering me. I should have spoken up instead of letting you walk away.”
“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Logan. I get it. I know I talk too much sometimes.” I looked at him and gave him a weak smile. “I’m just sorry that I didn’t realize how annoying I was before now.”  
“No! Dammit… that’s what I’m trying to tell you!” He looked almost frantic for a moment, like he didn’t know what to do, and then the next thing I knew his soft, beautiful hands were holding each side of my face, forcing me to look at him. His thumbs moved slightly over the surface of my cheeks, as if he were memorizing the texture, and I wanted to reach my tongue out and lick one his thumb as it grazed the side of my mouth. “Listen to me, Eden. You have never annoyed me. Never.”
He glanced down at my lips as he finished speaking, and I could swear that I heard the slightest whimper under his breath. Before I had time to process what that sound was doing to my body, he was gone.
I looked around, but he was nowhere in sight.
Leaning back against my locker for a moment, I let out a huge gust of air that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My pulse was pounding in my ears and my legs felt wobbly.
What the hell just happened?


AMANDA BLACK



Amanda Black was born and raised in the Midwest, where she still lives with her husband and spoiled-rotten dogs. She earned a bachelor’s degree in Studio Art before deciding that she actually needed to pay some bills, which is when she took a position as an ophthalmic technician.
For the past few years she’s been a closet romance writer in her spare time and would love nothing more than to make it a full-time career. When she’s not writing her next steamy love scene, her interests include reading, sketching, and annihilating her friends and family in movie trivia.


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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: Cooking With The Crazy Lady Authors featuring R.E. Hargrave


A collection of recipes from 16 authors around the world!



The Crazy Lady Authors aren't just cooking up plots in their books, they're also cooking up tasty vittles! Hey, we're 'crazy' about you, so we're 'dishing' our best recipes out in this awesome cookbook. It's the CLA's way of helping you serve up outstanding dinners in between reading any one of our published works. We know how easy it is to get lost in the pages. Before you know it, the hours have flown by and it's time for dinner. The hubby is hollering, the kids are complaining, and even the dog wants treats. We figure it's all our fault so why not help you maintain peace and harmony in your home by providing this amazing book of easy recipes to keep your clan well-fed? We do, however, stop short of coming to your house to cook it all up for you. We're writing our next novels, after all! Don't be greedy. Bon appetit!


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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Teaser Tuesday: Angel's Heart: The True Enemy by Lisa Bilbrey




Sophie Crenshaw has saved the world by preventing the Angel's Heart from falling into the hands of Whitley Monroe. Now, she and her fiancé Henry Chang have returned to Austin, Texas, and back to the real world. Or have they?

Having been declared the savior of all mankind, Sophie finds that magic is all around her. As she struggles to find her way, she's bombarded by nightly dreams that have her on edge. Will she be able to keep her sanity while trying to decipher the meaning behind her visions? Or will an unknown enemy get to her first?


Excerpt:

 “It’s always been around me, hasn’t it? I just hadn’t noticed it before the binds broke.” 

“Probably,” Deva admitted. The silence that filled the air around them was deafening. Only the sounds of the other patrons enjoying their meals rattled around them. “Sophie . . .” 

“Don’t worry about me,” she replied, a tremor lacing her words. 

Suddenly, a loud roar of thunder tore through the sky, causing the windows to shake. The entire pub became silent, and Sophie looked over at Iona, once again finding her staring.

“I really need to learn to control that.” 

“Eh, it makes things funner, or is it more fun?” Tanner laughed, though Sophie could hear the void in his laughter. 

 “Yeah, keeps everyone on their toes,” Jonah added, giving her a weak smile. 

Sophie brought her hand up to grip the stone hanging around her neck. “I suppose it does.”




Obsessive, compulsive, slightly crazed, but enough about her personality. First and foremost, Lisa Bilbrey is a mom to three and a wife to one. She loves to write, and spends the majority of
everyday writing. It's who she is, and what she's meant to be doing. Words are her life, the air she breathes, and the nutrients of her soul. Finding a love in the written word, Lisa Bilbrey started writing as a way to express herself and let her voice be heard. From the first word she wrote, she'd found her heart and soul.
Always willing to learn, she's spends much of her time trying to improve as a storyteller.
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