Monday, 27 January 2020

COVER REVEAL: Stolen Soulmate by Mary Catherine Gebhard


STOLEN SOULMATE by Mary Catherine Gebhard 
Release Date: February 27th 
Cover Designer: Hang Le    



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Apple Books: https://apple.co/37solWH 


BLURB: 
There’s a rule in Crowne Hall: never look a Crowne in the eyes. 
It protects us more than them.  
I broke it once, the night Grayson Crowne mistook me for his true love and stole my first kiss. 
I’ve regretted it every day since.  
He hates me. 
He torments me.  
He won’t let me go, because that night he whispered a secret against my lips not meant for me. Grayson Crowne, heir to the Crowne empire and notorious playboy prince is… a virgin.  
I signed a contract in my heart’s blood as much as ink: help him get back his love, repair what I broke. Give him my body, my soul, my heart, let him use all of me, so when the time comes to marry her, he won’t need me.  
I shouldn’t need him. 
But he’s my stolen soulmate, and I’m at his mercy.

EXCERPT:  
The ink was barely dry on the pages. 
I don’t know if I was ready for this. Somehow I felt like I was more of a virgin than Grayson. Nervous, skittish. He’d warned me when all of this began that the things he’d seen and done would wreck me.  
I should’ve believed him then.  
When I didn’t do anything for a minute, he arched a brow.  
Do whatever he says.  
I could use my safe word, but a twisted part of me liked doing what he told me to do. Liked the rush and the way his eyes hardened. It felt like power, power over one of the most powerful people in the world.  
I’d barely taken a step to him, when he ripped me to him by the small of my waist. His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head to the side.  
“Fuck,” he said, lips at my neck. “Which part do I eat first.”  
Delicious tingles spread along my skin at his words. His nose ran along my neck, goosebumps following in his wake. His hands slid from hair, from my waist, along my body, feeling every inch of me, like he couldn’t do it fast enough, before settling back in my hair.  
Deliriously, I found the zipper of my dress, but his overtook mine. Stopping me.  
“I’m going to ruin your white dress, Snitch. Ruin you. Until you’re all fucked up from me.”


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 
I started writing the moment I could read. My first characters were Wibbley and Squig and I used MS Word and clipart to bring them to life when I was a kid in elementary school. I started seriously thinking about being a writer in High School and I remember the day exactly, because it was such an epiphany. I was always so uncertain. You know how everyone was always asking what you wanted to be when you were older? Well I NEVER could decide.  
I wanted to be a marine biologist.  
An actor.  
A FIRE FIGHTER (thank you Joaquin Phoenix in Ladder 49 for that phase).  
One day it hit me—A WRITER. I could do it ALL. Then you couldn’t stop me from writing. I penned my first novel at fifteen (but don’t ask me to show it to you, because it’s like I was in competition to beat the thesaurus).  
When I was diagnosed with a chronic illness, writing became even more important, because it became my therapy. When I wrote my characters, suddenly I wasn’t so alone.  
These days you can find me daydreaming about where to travel with my husband, singing in my car, or lost in the newest K drama. And planning my next novel, of course  

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COVER REVEAL: Slow Dancing by Stylo Fantôme


COVER REVEAL
Title: Slow Dancing
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: February 21, 2020

BLURB
A rising pop star who can't let go of her emotional baggage, and a cocky dance partner who doesn't know what monogamy is.
She's inhibited.
He's free-spirited.
She doesn't want a relationship.
He doesn't believe in them.
She can't believe that anyone would love her.
He can't seem to stop himself from loving her.
When their differences collide and sparks start to fly, he's sure it's the start of something amazing.
And she's sure it's the end of her career.
Who will be right?
GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49244182-slow-dancing

EXCERPT
Woods's voice was suddenly behind her, startling her.
“Why do you always sneak up on me?” she demanded, not able to keep the grin from her face. He beckoned her with one finger, and she swayed into him, her body moving to the music. Closed her eyes as she remembered their dance from the beach.
“Because I like to see you blush,” he replied, one arm coiling around her waist as he moved in rhythm with her.
“Mean man, that's not very nice,” she laughed, looking up at him again.
“I'm not a very nice man.”
She snorted. The tequila was rolling around in her brain, making her feel loose. Bold.
“No, you're not, are you? You're a tease.”
“A tease?” his eyebrows shot up. “Explain, please.”
“You. Sneaking up on me, talking to me the way you do.”
“And how do I talk to you, hmmm?” He raised a beer bottle to his lips – she hadn't even realized he'd had one in his free hand.
“You talk to me like ...” she tried to think through the tequila fog. “Like you know me. Like you know secrets about me, and you're keeping them from me.”
“Maybe I do,” Woods challenged before necking the rest of his beer. She watched the tendons in his neck stretch and pull taut. Ridiculously wanted to place her tongue against them.
“And what secrets do you know, pray tell?” she asked, loosely wrapping her arms around his shoulders as a slow song came on.
“I know a lot of things.”
“I think you're full of shit,” she called him out. “I think you just like to tease people. Poor Jeremy.”
“I didn't once tease Jeremy,” Woods corrected her. “If you asked him, I think you would find that he was highly, and often, fulfilled.”
“Fulfilled? Or just filled?” she joked before she could stop herself.
“Ooohhh, I think I'm going to like drunk-you very much,” his voice was low as he laughed at her response.
“And none of that is a secret – everyone knew you two were sleeping together. I don't think you know any secrets, Woods Donahue,” she said.
He pulled her in tight to him, pressed his mouth to her ear.
“I know some things,” he breathed. “I know you look at me when you think I'm not looking at you. I know you wonder what it was like between Jeremy and me. But mostly, you wonder what it would be like between you and me.”
Her temperature skyrocketed and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Forget blushing, she was on fire, and she couldn't decide if she wanted to run away, or cry, or strip. Possibly some combination of all three.

AUTHOR BIO
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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