#BookSale “Beautiful Mess” by Mukami Ngari

 

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Makena and Daniel meet at the beach and a whirlwind romance begins.
But the past comes calling when she finds out that her father murdered Daniel’s dad. The only man she loves is the one she can never be with.
Is their love strong enough to overcome the dark past?

Content warning: sexual assault.

Tropes: boy meets girl, celebrity loves commoner, different worlds, first love, forbidden love, love at first sight, athlete/sports, Cinderella/class warfare, fish out of water.

Editorial review:
Right from the start the reader connects with Makena’s initial naivety and cheers as she combats each challenge life throws at her and grows into a strong young woman. Daniel is the dream boy from a different class who sweeps her off her feet. Yet they are connected by a dark past that threatens to ruin it all. This story is beautiful and heart-breaking and so worth the happy ever after.

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#ReleaseTour “Breathe” by Danyell A. Wallace

Title: Breathe
Author: Danyell A. Wallace
Genre: New Adult, Interracial Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2021
Cover Design: Michelle Sewel from RLS Images Graphics & Design
I remember the first time I died. Lie lifeless in a puddle of my blood… And she was there trying to save me.

“Come on, Kian. Breathe for me.” I feel her palms pump against my chest and her tears pitter-patter against my lips. I swear I can taste the saltiness of them.
“It’s no use,” I remember whispering against her ear.
Then everything around me grew blurry and started fading away. Even me. Warmth streamed throughout my limbs, moving straight to my heart where it pumped rhythmically. My lungs expanded weakly, then my eyes shot open, and I began to breathe on my own.
The problem is the beautiful girl that saved my life that night thinks that I’m dead.
Now, I’m making it my business to let her know that I’m alive and well. That she’s the one who keeps my heart beating hard and strong in my chest.
She’s the reason I breathe…

Danyell A. Wallace was born in Alaska and is currently living in Alabama. She’s a mom to three awesome kids, and a wife to an incredibly supportive husband. When shes not using her imagination to write very adult, very sexy books, shes reading, spending time with family and friends, watching football, and catching up on TV shows that she has saved on the DVR.

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#BookBlitz “The Masquerade Seduction” by Tiye

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SHE WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A GAME…

With his pretty-boy looks, engaging smile, mad skills, and a rep for playing just as hard on and off the stage, award-winning jazz musician, Tristan Locke doesn’t believe in love or exclusivity. Bored with the ease in which he gets women, he accepts a bet. Tristan must bed Phoenix Avery – who proclaimed on her Instagram that she is a virgin waiting for love and marriage – before the annual Mardi Gras Masquerade Party. Confident he will win, Tristan relentlessly pursues Phoenix until he is struck by the most unlikely sensation of all…love.

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“I can’t be this near you and not want to make love to you. And as much as you think you’re ready, you’re going to wake up tomorrow full of regret. So…” I pulled the phone out of my pocket.

She grabbed my hand. “You mean to tell me that I’m that irresistible to you that we can’t just sit and talk, watch a movie like we’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks?” Her lips suddenly turned down. “I’m sorry. You probably already have plans with some other woman, and I’m trying to make it about me. Obviously, you’re ready to go. So, let me —“

I cut her ramble off with my tongue and pulled her flush against me, pressing my erection into her stomach. I broke off the kiss, both of us panting. “This is how hard I am for you. I don’t have plans tonight, but I want you too much to just be near you and pretend that I don’t want anything more than to be your first. Your condition is commitment, and you know I don’t do love.”

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ABOUT TIYE

Tiye Love

I recalled reading romance ever since I was a young child and would sneak and read the Western love stories my grandmother kept on her bedside table. Although I didn’t understand half of the words, I read at the time, something about those books captured my attention. As I grew older, my love of romance expanded to other genres. I became a fan of anything remotely related to reading and books, such as libraries, bookstores, and the coffee shop around the corner. I love dancing with my family, traveling and romance movies. I have lived in several cities, including New Orleans, Washington D.C., and Houston, and I find inspiration for my stories from every place I’ve had the fortune to visit or inhabit. 

I want my readers to escape their realities and embark on a journey of self-exploration and love when they delve into my books. I’ve loved reading fiction, thrillers, and romance for years. Although my original (and still) writing interest was YA and self-help books, I received a surprise text on Valentine’s Day and wrote the first chapter of a romance novel. And I became forever inspired to write spicy love stories – with a twist. 

Please take a ride with me, Tiye Love, and hold on to your hearts! I invite you to check out my website, join my newsletter at http://www.tiyelovebooks.com, follow me on FB @Tiye Love Books, and/or on my IG @tiye28always.

 

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#BookBlitz “The Masquerade Seduction: (A Love for All Seasons Tale)” by Tiye Love

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She was only supposed to be a game…

With his pretty-boy looks, engaging smile, mad skills, and a rep for playing just as hard on and off the stage, award-winning jazz musician, Tristan Locke doesn’t believe in love or exclusivity. Bored with the ease in which he gets women, he accepts a bet. Tristan Locke doesn’t believe in love or exclusivity. Bored with the ease in which he gets women, he accepts a bet. Tristan must bed Phoenix Avery – who proclaimed on her Instagram that she is a virgin waiting for love and marriage – before the annual Mardi Gras Masquerade Party. Confident he will win, Tristan relentlessly pursues Phoenix until he is struck by the most unlikely sensation of all…love.

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“My granddaddy warned me about men like you.”

I eased off the desk, crossed my arms, and leaned against the wall next to her, determined to remain physically close. “Did he? What did he say about men like me?”

“That you only want one thing from women, and you’ll do anything to get it. Once you do, you’re gone.”

I tilted my head, my gaze focused on her plump lips. “What’s the one thing?”

She had the nerve to blush and looked away as she mumbled. “You know.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” I stood in front of her, placing my hands on the wall on either side of her chest. “Tell me the one thing I want from you.”

Phoenix scowled. “Can you move?”

“Am I bothering you?”

She huffed. “Yes, you are. You shouldn’t be this close. Now, please move.”

Chuckling, I removed my hands but remained in place. “Yeah, you still a little girl.”

Phoenix objected. “Little girl? I’m a grown woman.”

“You’re not if you can’t have an open and honest conversation about sex with me.”

“I can talk about sex. I don’t want to talk about it with you.”

“Oh, you can say the word. Good for you.”

“Can you leave me alone, Tristan?” she asked and only held herself more protectively. I was getting to her as much as she hated it.

“Well, then be honest with yourself that you can’t talk sex with me because you’re attracted.”

She stomped her foot. “I’m not.”

I smirked. “Yes, you are. Why are you here right now?”

Phoenix said sarcastically, “I work here.”

“Your shift is not until seven. You knew I would be here early today, and you hoped I would talk to you just like I am.”

She poked my forehead. “These thirsty birds in here got your head big. I had to come in to meet with Scarlet.”

“Then why are you talking to me instead of her?”

“Did you forget you walked in here? I wasn’t looking for you or hoping to see you.” She tried to move around me, and when she did, I blocked her path. “You do know this is sexual harassment?”

I curved my hand around her waist and focused on her mouth. “You really do have nice lips, all soft and dying for my kiss.” I lowered my head, and she seemed transfixed by my actions. When her lips slightly parted, I smiled triumphantly. “Harassment is unwanted attention.”

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ABOUT TIYE LOVETiye Love

I want my readers to escape their realities and embark on a journey of self-exploration and love when they delve into my books. I have loved reading fiction, thrillers, and romance for years. Although my original (and still) writing interest was YA and self-help books, I received a surprise text, one Valentine’s Day, and wrote the very first chapter of a romance novel that day. And I became forever inspired to write spicy love stories – with a twist.

Please take a ride with me, Tiye Love, and hold on to your hearts! I invite you to check out my website and join my newsletter at http://www.tiyelovebooks.com, and follow me on FB @Tiye Love Books, and/or on my IG @tiye28always…

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#BookBlitz “Almost Out of Time” by L. M. Richardson

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From the author of the Ruby Quinn Series, and A Double Play Summer comes Almost Out of Time.

When the very thing Oakley has run from all her life threatens it, she is confronted with facing HIV/AIDS head-on or continue to deny reality. Choosing life is far more complicated than she expects.

Realizing the quote-unquote normal life she has been chasing does not exist, Oakley comes to terms with the circumstances surrounding her existence. A story of triumph, overcoming, and awakening, Almost Out of Time will leave you cheering and rooting for Oakley to live, prosper, and finally find love and peace.

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ABOUT L. M. RICHARDSON

LM RichardsonAs far back as she can remember, L.M. Richardson has wanted to be a writer. Her start came with a sixth-grade writing contest. Children’s books have always been her favorite genre, and recently found her place in Young Adult and New Adult Fiction. Richardson’s aim is to create books where young black women can see themselves and be proud of who they are.

Richardson is a wife, mother, and grandmother who enjoys spending time with her large family, relaxing on her patio, and cooking. She’s a college instructor at the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff, her alma mater, and has a MA in Journalism.

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#BookBlitz “Dark Energy (Return to Becker Circle, Book 2)” by Addison Brae

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Book 2 in Becker Circle series

Romantic Suspense, New Adult

Date Published: June 10, 2020

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

I had just started over with a new career, boyfriend, and confidence after escaping a vicious murder investigation. When Pinkie’s arrest leaves me struggling to run his two bars, I vow not to let my mentor and friend go down for something he didn’t do. Now I’m forced to trust the cops, people who hurt me, and known criminals. Will it be enough to free Pinkie and save my life?

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The band takes the stage again. Before the first note Jon says, “This is for Gillian.” He beams his sexy smile at me. I immediately recognize the opening riff to Dark Energy, the song he wrote for me about how I turned my screwed up life around.

Dark Energy lyrics

Shadows always lurk into the voids.

The great destroyer follows me.

A powerful force

Rips apart my universe

As I want it to be.

Dreams they shatter across the sky

Like shooting stars flying by.

Give it up. Throw it away.

One less win. Another day.

In this dark energy.

Find someone else to conquer.

What does it mean this dark energy?

Dark energy won’t control my fate.

Why do I deserve this dark energy?

I create my own history.

Don’t push this, this on me.

Tipping the balance

Shed some light and set it free

This dark energy.

Find someone else to conquer.

What does it mean this dark energy?

Dark energy won’t control my fate.

I do not deserve this dark energy.


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About The Author

Addison Brae is an award-winning author of new adult and adult romantic suspense and young adult contemporary fiction. She lives in Dallas, Texas on the edge of downtown. She has been writing since childhood and continues today with articles, video scripts and other content as an independent marketing consultant.

When she’s not writing, Addison spends her time traveling the world, collecting interesting cocktail recipes and hosting parties. She’s still addicted to reading and enjoys jogging in her neighborhood park, sipping red wine, binge-watching TV series, vintage clothing and hanging out with her artistic other half and their neurotic cat Lucy.

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#BlogTour “Six Strings” by C. Billie Brunson

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Today we’re celebrating the upcoming release of C. Billie Brunson’s genre-bending novel, Six Strings – Available on February 16th!

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Expected Publication Date: February 16, 2021

Genre: New Adult/ Magical Realism

Publisher: Liminal Books

Carl Percival (Percy) VanNess inherits a guitar from his father. He’s intent on learning to play and wants to use it as a roadway to fame and riches. But this guitar is not as benign as it appears. In fact, the music produced when it is played incites anyone within earshot to murder whomever is in sight.

Troubles escalate when Carl lets his buddy Peyton borrow the Gibson. Next, Mat, Peyton’s older brother, gets caught up in the same diabolical intrigues surrounding the instrument.

Only Stacey, Carl’s enduring sweetheart, is aware and seems immune to the Gibson’s evil persuasion. Is this due to some latent magic she holds within, dumb luck, or something else entirely?

Can she, with the help of her loyal Lab, Diva, convince her friends to let go of something they cherish before it tears their friendship apart? Might two Djinn token seekers who are after the guitar to fulfill their own agenda put the brakes on her efforts?

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“Carl, this is dope. You got some sick strings right here. I’m serious, bro.” Peyton said, picking up the guitar to admire it up close and test its weight.

“Well, duh. Isn’t that what I’ve been saying?” Carl replied, feeling almost giddy with pride.

“I heard. Didn’t get it, though.” Peyton improvised a few notes. “But I do now.”

“You can’t help but to.” Watching his peer strum a few more chords caused a possessive anxiety to rise within Carl and he ran his hand through his hair. It wasn’t long before he felt impelled to intervene. “Enough, newbie. Hand it over. Let the pro show you how it’s done.”

“Hold on, bro. I’m rippin’ some sweet sounds.”

Carl took a deep breath in an attempt to ease the tension that resulted from seeing his precious Charlene perform so sweetly for another. “You’re not too bad. H-how’d you learn to play?”

“My big brother had a guitar for a while. We used to take turns foolin’ around with it. Then, he lost it over a stupid bet,” Peyton said, pausing for only the few seconds it took to say the words.

“Aw, tough luck, Man.”

“Yeah.”

“Right. Fine. Now hand her over. It’s my turn.”

Peyton played on as if he didn’t hear. With eyes closed, he reveled in the sumptuous notes coming from the guitar. Shoulders dancing, his head bobbed in time with the rhythm.

Indignant over being ignored and at the way Peyton’s fingers seemed to grope his precious girl, Carl raised his voice in a near growl. “I’m warning you, Peyton. Better not try me. For the last time, hand her over.”

“Just hold on, bro. I’m ‘bout to throw it dowwnn!”

Unwilling to bear or listen to what that meant, Carl turned, scanning his room for a more assertive means of getting his demand across. A sturdy desk used for homework and other projects offered a mess of school work paraphernalia, among this lay an opened box of pre-sharpened writing pencils.

Without sparing a thought about his next move, Carl stepped over to the desk and pulled a pencil from the package. Holding the pencil like a crazed butcher, he pivoted while lifting the pointed end high. His eyes zeroed in on Peyton’s jugular.

Peyton kept playing, his eyes closed in blissful ignorance of imminent and fatal assault.

Carl drew the uncommon weapon in his hand back and up high as he could, making no sound or alarming movement.

In the next second, the door swung wide and Stacey burst in, coming close to hitting Carl with the door. Startling from his violent mission he dropped the pencil. He deftly shoved it somewhere out of sight with his foot.

“Okay. Where’s this guitar you–Oh, right here. Wow! Carl, you weren’t kidding. This is sooo nice.’”

Peyton jarred from his plucking revelry. “Yeah, uh, ain’t it though? And it sounds amazin’.” Turning to Carl he begged, “Dude, you gotta let me borrow it for a few days.”

“Nope, I don’t gotta. And I won’t.” Carl said reaching and grasping the neck in one hand. “You can let go of it now.”

Instead of conceding, Peyton tightened his grip on the instrument and replied. “What’s the big deal? I promise I’ll bring it back.”

“You don’t need to promise ’cause I’m not lending it.”

“How ’bout if I pay you? A buck a day.”

“No thanks.”

“Two, then.”

“No way, man. She’s not for hire.”

“Oh, so it’s like that, then.”

“Yep. Take it or leave it.”

“I thought you was my bro. But, I guess yer nothing but anotha punk.”

Instead of responding, Carl simply jerked the Gibson free of Peyton’s grasp.

Peyton protested. “Heeey! What the hell? What’s yer problem, fool? Somebody need to show you what it means to share?”

“Yeah? And I guess you think you’re the guy for it.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Bring it, then.” Carl quickly set the guitar aside and turned back to Peyton. He clinched his hands into two stumps of rage and raised them up to punching level. “We’ll see who can teach who.”

They faced-off and moved in a tight, threatening circle.

Stacey rolled her eyes as she broke between them. “Before the two of you throw any punches, I think you should know I’m not impressed.”

Carl and Peyton both let down their guards at the statement. Each looked at Stacey with questioning expressions.

Stacey explained. “I mean if you want to impress a girl with your beat-down skills, at least let the fight be over the girl. Am I right?”

Carl scoffed. But he did move away from Peyton. He picked up the Gibson, slung the strap over a shoulder so she could hang comfortably at his front and sat down on his bed.

Peyton stood grumbling and staring at his feet a few seconds before plunking down onto the small chair beside the desk.

Stacey parked herself on the bed next to Carl. “There. This is good. Way better than getting all to’e up over a guitar. A pretty awesome one, for sure. But it’s still only wood, strings and a few metal knobs—that’s all.”

Carl rushed to correct her viewpoint. “Carlotte’s not just any ol’ guitar. She’s way better.”

Stacey scoffed. “Charlene?”

“Yes, Charlene,” Carl said. “What’s funny ‘bout that?”

“Yeah, Stacey lots of guys who play guitars name ‘em. Mat named his Maxine,” Peyton said.

“And Mat is?” “Who’s Mat?” Stacey and Carl both asked at the same time.

“My brother.” Peyton cleared his throat and made a show of not looking at Carl. “Who knows how to share things.”

Stacey cut off Carl’s low growl. “Whatever, Peyton.” She looked at Carl. “But what makes you say this guitar—I refuse to call it any name—‘better’ than any other one?” She held up a hand. “Wait. I know. Your plan is to use it as a babe magnet, huh? I know how you boys think,” she said, narrowing her eyes in a reproving glare.

“It might be a tired ol’ plan but…Sure. Why not?” Carl teased, giving Stacey a mischievous nudge. “Besides, it gave you enough reason came by today, didn’t it?”

Crossing his arms, Peyton said, “Yeah. Well, havin’ a guitar to catch a girl’s attention is one thing. It’s another to really know how to play? That’s what the honeys go for.”

Stacey said, “I hate to be a…uh, ‘honey.’ But, Carl, can you play something for me? Please?”

Foregoing a verbal response, Carl stood and faced her, purposefully presenting his backside to Peyton.

After making a show of loosening his arms, his shoulders and flexing his fingers, Carl launched into the captivating tune he’d mastered that morning in the garage.

Within seconds, the ambience of the room shifted as he progressed through the melody. Though the light coming through the lone window in the wall behind him did not dim, a cold, sinister presence invaded the air.

Stacey hugged her body and rubbed her hands over her arms against the chill as she tried to listen to Carl’s playing. Movement at the edge of sight caused her to look across at Peyton. She watched with a perplexed frown as he pulled out a drawer to retrieve a pair of heavy-duty scissors meant for cutting poster board or thin plastic sheets. Her frown deepened as she surmise the sleepless, nightmarish parody developing before her eyes.

Peyton pushed up from the chair and took a step in Carl’s direction, holding the scissors ready for effective spiking.

At last determining what she saw was legit instead of crazed illusion, Stacey flung her arms out in alarm. She gesticulated a frantic warning and yelled, “Stop! What do you think you’re doing?” But the frigid, melodious aura swallowed her voice.

Carl, intent on performing as he was, misinterpreted her actions as encouragement. He played with more vigor.

Stacey reached the point of leaping from the bed to tackle Peyton when bone-cracking thumps sounded against the window.

Carl stopped playing the song mid-refrain.

Peyton jolted and stepped back as though hit by some invisible stun gun. His attention went to the scissors he held in his hand. For a brief moment, he stood staring down at the now deadly-weapon-turned-crafting-tool and then twisted around to lay it on the desk. He turned back, wiping the palm of his hand on his clothes as though to clean away something vile.

Stacey sat on the edge of the bed huffing and puffing in relief when their gazes locked and she sensed the passing of his moment of murderous insanity.

Oblivious because he’d turned his attention towards searching out the source of the thumping noise, Carl said, “Oh, my dreamcatcher fell.” Then he stepped over to retrieve it from the floor and hang it back on the nail in the wall.

“Uh-huh.” Stacey said. “But…no. It couldn’t have made such a loud sound by landing on the floor.”

“What are you talking about?” Carl asked.

Stacey said, “I think the noise came from the….” Her words trailed off when she noticed the window.

She gasped at the splatter of blood already drying on the sun-drenched pane.

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About the Author

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Billie Brunson enjoys writing novels that don’t necessarily fit in any genre “box.” Six Strings, is her second published book, the first of which is Heart of Malice (2015) and she has a number of other manuscripts in the pipelines.

Born in Chicago, IL, C Billie Brunson lived for several years in Indiana and, later, Iowa before moving to Arizona in the 1990s where she has settled in Scottsdale. She’s the mother of two and loves all animals, especially cats.

If you want to connect, you’ll catch her on Twitter more so than any other social media platform.

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