7/16/2014

Summer Reads Scavenger Hunt! #SRScavHunt


16th - 19th July 2014


Welcome to the Summer Reads Scavenger Hunt! It was organized to help bring authors of all publishing backgrounds together in a show of solidarity. Forty awesome authors (click HERE to see who they are) have signed up to support this event! More than forty awesome signed books* (*Thank you to Joelle Charbonneau who, although unable to participate, donated a copy of The Testing for the Grand Prize.) have been donated by these authors to make up the Grand Prize, as well as $30 worth of Amazon Gift Cards (Grand Prize is HERE). And you could win them all including my book Elemental Reality! All you have to do is hop around all blogs on the Hunt. Within the posts on every stop you will find a number. Make a note of every number from every stop. Once you have collected them all, simply add them up to calculate the total, and then hop back to here to the entry form page, fill in your details and your calculated answer and you're in! It's simple! Ready? Go find yourself an author's blog to start at HERE and go! You have until MIDNIGHT of July 20th to enter. Terms & Conditions can be found HEREGood luck!

MY TOP 5 SUMMER READING LIST

It was hard to pick just 5 because I read so many at once. I wanted to list about 13 books but I stopped myself! So, my top 5 are as follows:

1) Jet*
2) Rome*
3) Nash*

(Books 1-3 are in the series Marked Men by Jay Crownover. They are books #2, #3, and #4. Book #1 is Rule. There are also two more books in that series, Rowdy (#5) and Asa (#6). They're in the NA (New Adult) genre. I'M IN LOVE WITH THEM!)

GIVEAWAY

Today I am hosting S. J. Pajonas, author of the Nogiku series and Love in the Digital Age series. This giveaway is INTERNATIONAL! Her prize is as follows:

-- A signed paperback of Removed (The Nogiku Series #1)
-- A set of Japanese Ukiyo-e Sumo Wrestling Postcards
-- A pack of Japanese Origami Paper

Below you'll find a picture of the her prize and also the Rafflecopter you'll need to fill out. Should the winner of this raffle ALSO win the grand prize for the scavenger hunt, S.J. will instead send a signed copy of Released (The Nogiku Series, #2) since Removed is part of the grand prize!


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Don't forget to hop on over to Wendy Beck's page for her giveaway of my prize! Julie Reece is up next on the Hunt OR if you have all your numbers head on over to the entry form to enter your total! Good luck! Winners will be emailed on July 19th!

6/27/2014

Unleashed (Uninvited #2) Cover Reveal @SoVerySophie

Oh. Em. Gee. Guys! Today I'm happy to announce that I have the pleasure of revealing the cover for UNLEASHED the sequel to Sophie Jordan's YA novel UNINVITED! You can find the books at the following links. Goodreads | Barnes & Noble | Amazon

Before I show you the cover how about some goodies?

SUMMARY:

What if the worst thing you ever did was unforgivable?

Davy’s world fell apart after she tested positive for Homicidal Tendency Syndrome. She was expelled from her school, dumped by her boyfriend, abandoned by friends, and shipped off to a camp that turns HTS carriers into soldiers. Davy may have escaped, but the damage has already been done. The unthinkable has happened. Now, even worse than having everyone else see her as a monster is the knowledge that they may have been right about her all along. Because Davy has killed.

On the run from government agents, Davy is rescued by Caden, the charismatic leader of an underground group of rebels. Despite Caden’s assurances that the Resistance is made up of carriers like her, Davy isn’t sure she can trust them. Then again, she doesn’t even know if she can trust herself . . . or her growing feelings for Caden. But if she doesn’t belong with Caden and his followers, is there anywhere she can call home?

UNLEASHED mini-teaser:

I thought being labeled a killer and losing everything—my future, family, boyfriend, friends—was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. It’s not. Finding out they were right. Finding out that’s exactly what I am?

That’s worse.

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6/15/2014

Wolf's Bane (Demimonde #3) #Release Day Blast and Giveaway! @ashkrafton #demimonde

Hello all! Today I'd like to say HAPPY RELEASE DAY WOLF'S BANE! Wolf's Bane is book three is the Demimonde series. Haven't heard of it? Uh, why not?! Not to worry! The firswt book Bleeding Hearts is available for Nook and Kindle for only $1.99! I say you snag that eBook soon and start reading right away! Click for Kindle or Nook. There will also be a giveaway following this post so keep reading!






Wolf's Bane (Demimonde #3)
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Paperback: 370 pages
Publisher: Pink Narcissus Press
Date: June 15, 2014
ISBN-10: 1939056071


BLURB:
When life gives you lemons, all you can do is try to avoid paper cuts.

Since becoming oracle to the demivampire two years ago, advice columnist Sophie has battled werewolves and survived a vampire attack (or two). However, not only was she powerless to save her lover Marek when he slipped to the brink of evolution, she also witnessed his transformation into a falcon, the symbol of Horus United.

Sophie’s quest to save Marek is further complicated when rock star Dierk Adeluf – who also happens to be the king of the Werekind – invites her backstage after a concert. Just when it seems she will find respite from heartache, Sophie is bitten by a werewolf and Dierk decides she is destined to be his queen.

Sophie is caught between the demivamps she loves and the Were who commands her to love him. Throw in his jealous wanna-be girlfriend and an ambush by witches, and there you have the big mess that Sophie calls her life. And, hello? Her soul mate is still a bird.

She’s supposed to be the girl with all the answers, but Sophie needs more than a little advice--she needs divine intervention.


EXCERPT:
The man sitting across from me absolutely hated himself.

I didn’t need to unzip my barriers to make that assessment. The way his shoulders crept up his neck, the curve of his back that left his face parallel to his thighs, the way he avoided looking at me or anyone else—body language said it all. And when he did finally raise his too-heavy head to look at me, his eyes were stony and hollow, too dead to even care what anyone saw in them.

He wore his self-loathing the way I wished I wore Jimmy Choos—right out there for the whole world to see. Difference was, he didn’t care who looked.

I glanced at the demivamp who hovered behind him like a first-year teacher. She toyed with the end of her braid and looked ready to throw herself onto him if need be. Maybe he was a flight risk. Maybe he was a danger to himself.

Maybe he was a danger to me. In that case, the other DV wasn’t necessary. I didn’t worry so much about myself anymore. I’d learned a thing or two about staying alive.

Not to mention, I had an entire courtroom full of DV that perched on the semi-circles of benches, elbow to elbow, each waiting their turn with the Sophia. I knew full well every single one of them would fling themselves between me and whatever peril might arise here.

I was well-guarded. Perks of being a national treasure.

I flicked my gaze up to the DV who stood behind my client, dismissing her. Once she took her place in the audience, I sank into my Sophia sight. Finding my center and called up my barriers, peeling away the outermost layer and expanding it until it encompassed us both in an invisible but completely sound-proof bubble.

A nifty little trick I’d learned since Dorcas removed the last remaining obstacles between me and my power. She hadn’t been much of a dresser and had a weird thing for vampires, not to mention acting like the scariest damned thing I’d ever seen, but I had to hand it to her. She’d done me a solid.

When the barrier went up around us, there was a little ear-pop of sensation. He seemed to notice me then. His eyes took up a pale light, gleaming like the teeth he hid behind the disdainful curl of his lips. His power seethed out like the odor of a hot dumpster—the feel of it decayed and ugly and absolutely desperate.
I smiled, grim and hard. This guy might be the farthest gone DV I’d ever met. He was going to be a challenge.

Good.

I decided to start the same way I always did, knowing this one might not end the same way. “What’s your name?”

He stared me down for several moments. “You want my current name or the one that’s waiting for me?”

Obviously, he was referring to the name change that happened when a DV Fell. Vampires never kept their DV names. All part of the whole born-again (dead-again?) persona of a newly-minted vamp.

“You have one name,” I said, my voice like tungsten. “And you’re going to keep it.”

“Like you can stop me.”

I smiled again, glad I had chosen to wear lip gloss because my mouth was so dry, my lips would have split without it. “I can. And I will.”

“Look, lady.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. The pale light in his dark eyes looked like an early hard frost on a green lawn. Untimely end of a sweet season. “I know who you are, and I know what you do. Sometimes, you just gotta let nature take its course.”

“This isn’t nature. This is self-punishment.”

He smiled, open-mouthed to show all his teeth. Sharp, elongated, a mouth full of knives. A vamp’s mouth. “And I earned every single minute of it.”

Okay. Tough guy. Proud of the shitty things he’s done. That was part of the thrill of being so close to Falling. Kind of like passing over the event horizon into a black hole, when one part of you accelerates faster than the rest. His soul was a ragged plastic bag caught on a tree branch, waiting for the last big wind to come along.

His heart had already flown loose. In his heart, he was a vampire.

Well, his body was still here, and his soul was still here, and I was still here. He was in for a surprise.

I surveyed his power, using Sophia-sight to visualize it. It was dark, like cooling lava, black and cracked and sullen red showing through the seams. The black crust was his resignation. He’d stopped fighting. Well, maybe he just needed the right sparring partner.

How did you get rid of hard, black cooling lava? Why, you heat it up, of course. Nothing got a man hotter than his temper.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. There were other things, but that wasn’t my brand of therapy.

I pushed through his brittle ugly shell into the lava beneath, then through the lava to his inner core. It was tiny, but it was cool, and green, and still had the essence of who he used to be. His feelings were still packed away inside and I latched onto it, expanded it, examined it. Family. He had kids. A job. He’d been a lawyer, and a good one. He was proud of what he’d done—in the beginning.

Ah. That’s where it started to turn. I sifted along the line of those memories and found the point when he started fighting for the bad guys.

“A dirty lawyer?” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “There’s a shock. Your parents must be so proud.”

He growled and dug his fingers into his thighs. “Shut up.”

“No wonder you turned into this.” I waved my fingers at him as if I were calling out a Coach bag knock-off at a street vendor. “I thought you were going to say you ate babies or something but a corrupt lawyer? That’s sick.”

Rage filled him like a burning warehouse, the fury consuming his power. If it weren’t for my personal shields, I’d have been incinerated. The fire of his anger melted the hard shell of his former apathy and he’d become a miniature sun of murderous intent.

He wanted to end me, wanted nothing more than to get his hands on me.

I beat him to it.

Like the flick of a mental finger, I opened the door in my mind where all the bad stuff went. It was like a vacuum in there and once it was open, it just sucked at his power, the ugly, the hate and the agony he’d surrounded himself with and I pulled.

It hurt. It hurt me, it was like sandpaper on the eyes and it hurt him. He howled as I ripped away all the fury of his self-loathing and hate.

Normally, I did this in steps, gently, kind of a leeching away. Not this guy. I had to over-power him because at this stage, he could just grow it all back. Vampires were infinite wells of hate and evil and this guy was so damned close.

His howl became a roar and he made a lunge for me. I slid a ramrod of my shields at him and held him at a mental arm’s length. He struggled to reach me, his clawed hands inches from my eyes and if he got to me, if he reached me, he’d tear my throat out.

No, he wouldn’t. I was stronger than that. I bit down on my lips and tasted the tang of blood and continued to strip his agony away.

This little man wasn’t big enough to break me. I continued to pull away the damage of his soul, and sent a simultaneous stream of the Sophia into him, a cool mist against the acrid hate. His soul had been dried and withered and it soaked up the Sophia’s healing rain, swelling and anchoring itself once more.

The fight was going out of him. He dropped his hands, fighting to breathe. Part of my brain screamed to stop, this was too much, too fast. But a part of my heart was intent on pushing the limits, almost wishing to break because maybe then—just maybe—I’d break past whatever unknown obstacle had been holding me back. Desperation drove me just as surely as it had driven him.

So I was relentless. I continued the pull and the push and I found myself standing over his slumped body. He’d slid down in his chair, head dropped against the back of the cushion, his eyes darkening into a deep green, like spring grass. And I didn’t stop.

I didn’t stop until he’d fallen to his knees before me, forehead pressed to my feet, crying and repeating words I couldn’t hear because the Sophia was too much in control. My ears didn’t work right when she was filling my head. I kind of got used to it.

When it was all gone, all the damage and the negativity and the self-hate, the Sophia pulled itself back, sealing the drain. Sound returned, and I could hear his labored breathing, his murmured chanting. My insides still felt raw. That would take a day or two to settle down.

I was aware the outer barrier was still up and I dispelled it. Another ear-pop and we were both submerged in a cacophony of applause and happy shouting. Several people rushed forward to embrace him, hugs for him, awkward hugs for me. I backed away from the jostling and let his family and friends bear him back to the seats. He beamed at me, incredulous joy and gratitude on his face.

And it didn’t touch me at all.

I only had two thoughts. The first was: I had just gotten inside him, battled his demons, saved his soul, but I never learned his name. Maybe it was better that way. There were so many DV. I couldn’t remember all their names and keep my sanity.

The second was: it hadn’t been enough. He was, by far, the worst I’d encountered and it still wasn’t enough. There had been no revelation, clue, no hint how to fix the one problem I needed to fix.

I’d come no closer to solving Marek’s problem.

A terrible panic tried to grip me but I squashed it down. I swallowed hard and pinched myself and turned to the crowd. The entire group fell silent, hanging on my words.

“Another,” I called. “Please. I need another.”

And I continued to heal, and I continued to need, and I continued to fight the growing fear that in the end, I might save a million DV and still stand to lose the one I truly loved.

Another stepped forward, and after him another, and it was pushing dawn before I realized none of it had given me what I needed to save Marek.

I stared bleakly at the sea of hopeful faces. So many saves, so many solutions, all of it dwarfed in the shadow of my heart’s crushing failure. All my exhaustion, all my despair, all of the raw edges inside me, seething with the scalds of so much negative energy, and all I could think was that I had to do this all again for the next envoy in three days’ time.

Einstein’s Definition of Insanity Sophie, that’s me.


AUTHOR BIO:
Ash Krafton is a writer of all things spec fic. She believes spectacular endings make the best beginnings... Why not? One billion black holes can't be wrong.

Her urban fantasy series The Books of the Demimonde is available through Pink Narcissus Press. It includes the titles BLEEDING HEARTS, BLOOD RUSH, and the upcoming WOLF'S BANE, expected June 2014.

Her urban fantasy novelette STRANGER AT THE HELL GATE is with the Black Rose line of The Wild Rose Press. WORDS THAT BIND is her first full-length paranormal romance and will be available through TWRP Faery Rose line.

In addition to novel-length fiction, Ash enjoys writing poetry and short fiction, some of which earned awards and distinction in several national competitions. One of her poems was selected as a Pushcart prize nominee. She's a member of Pennwriters, RWA, Pikes Peak Writers, SFPA, and the Maryland Writers Association. She also contributes to Query Tracker's blog.

Ash resides with her family in a rural town in the heart of the Pennsylvania anthracite coal region. She'll never leave, either, because coal is just another example of a spectacular ending waiting for a brilliant beginning. (It's kinda fitting.)

And because, like a black hole, once you're in... ...you can never get out. 


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5/12/2014

Author Hop!

Hey guys! Thanks to the lovely and talented Charlotte Bennardo, I have been tagged for this hop. Charlotte and I have been Facebook friends for a couple years but finally met in person this year at YA Fest. I have to say she's pretty fantastic! She's the co-author of the Sirenz series and the brand new Blonde Ops novel. Check out her blog here and say hello!


Charlotte also asked me to answer some questions for you, so here it goes!

Q: What are you working on?
A: I'm currently working on book three in the Elemental series, Rebirth. It's the final book in the series.

Q: Tell me one element of your current work that you really love.
A: I love how strong the my main characters have become. They've both grown so much since the beginning and are finally the powerful women they were supposed to be.

Q: What part of the book did you most love to write?
A: Honestly, the ending.​ I know that's weird because it means the series has come to a close but I've grown so close to theses characters and I'm so proud of what they've accomplished.

Q: In your writing process, what was the most difficult?
A: The most difficult thing was keeping everything in order. My mind jumps a lot and it's hard for me to keep that flow.

Now I tag . . . 

D. F. Jules!


I know Jules from Facebook and we haven't met in person . . . yet! She is the author The Sword (The Touched #1) which is out in print and eBook. And later this year Wolf at the Door will be out in eBook. You can add her books to your TBR list here and follow the hop on her blog here.


Don't forget to jump along to the next blog!

Release Day Launch: Tempting the Bodyguard (The Gamble Brothers #3) by J. Lynn @jlarmentrout @entangledpub @inkslingerpr

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We are extremely excited to celebrate the release of J. Lynn's TEMPTING THE BODYGUARD!!! TEMPTING THE BODYGUARD is an Adult category romance novel being published by Entangled Publishing’s Brazen imprint and is a part of Jennifer’s Gamble Brothers Series!

 
Tempting The Bodyguard
TEMPTING THE BODYGUARD Synopsis: A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint…

He can protect her from everyone except himself.

Alana Gore is in danger. A take-no-prisoners publicist, her way with people has made her more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker is an entirely different matter. She needs a bodyguard, and the only man she can ask is not only ridiculously hot, but reputed to have taste for women that goes beyond adventurous.

Chandler Gamble has one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. But with Alana, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. On one hand, Alana needs his help. On the other, Chandler wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy.

She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose...

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Jennifer L. Armentrout/J. Lynn Bio:

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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5/07/2014

Blog Tour: Love's Paradox by Laura Kreitzer (Excerpt and Giveaway) @laurakreitzer

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Paperback, 1st, 288 pages
Expected publication: May 5th 2014 by Revolution Publishing, Inc.

Stalked by her abusive ex-fiancé, Rae Zachery retaliates by singing karaoke and spilling all their dirty secrets to the entire bar. When her ex attempts to silence her brazen performance, sexy, leather-clad Parker comes to her rescue and soundly punches her ex in the face. As valiant as that may be, Rae finds Parker’s violent assistance unsettling, yet she can’t help but be drawn to him and his tragic past.

Fighting her attraction for Parker is a battle Rae can’t win, and soon their night of sharing secrets morphs into an undeniable bond. But fate won’t so easily relinquish her grip on their happily-ever-after. Instead of blissfully skipping into obscurity, Rae and Parker are subjected to her ex-fiancé’s vicious proclivities. Who knew love could hurt so good?




Excerpt
Parker leans forward, crooking a finger for me to do the same. I glance around the bar to see my friends mimicking sexual acts while gesturing toward us. I glare at them before returning my gaze to Parker.
I lean in, eyebrows high in question. “Yes?”
He brings his lips to my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin and giving me chill bumps all the way down to my toes. Damn him. “I want you,” he whispers.
He lingers at my ear, the scent of leather and sandalwood wafting off his skin. When he sits back, he’s not smirking or giving me cocky, knowing eyes like I’m expecting. Instead, he continues to watch for my reaction with those penetratingly dark eyes.
All my nerves fire at once—or that’s what it feels like—and I scramble to my feet. My knees hit the bottom of the table, and our drinks tumble over. I tangle with the chair and am about to fall onto the disgustingly sticky floor when strong hands reach over the table and grab my upper arms, holding me steady as my chair crashes to the ground.
My face is on fire as those closest turn to witness my idiocy, many of them cheering what they think is drunken discombobulation. I would bow for my audience, but Parker’s hands are still on me. He smiles as I shake him off.
“Thanks for the save, but—”
“That’s twice now,” he cuts in, sauntering to my side of the table. “I think that earns me at least two songs worth of dancing. Plus, you spilled my drink. Make it three.”
Every fiber of my being is telling me to run from this man as I picture him punching Ian, most likely breaking his nose. As satisfying as it was to see Ian be the victim, it didn't stop the memory flashes of Ian’s own hands gripping me too hard. But Parker might be different, and I tell myself it’s just the fear talking. He could be the friendly, defender-of-women, heart-of-gold type of biker for all I know. “What the hell. I need a little adventure in my life,” I finally say. “But I’m not buying you another beer.”
He grins and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body. Not at all expecting this, I lose a shoe and clutch his shoulders to prevent my bare foot from touching the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask, clenching his shirt for support.
“Dancing.” He lifts me off the ground and drags me onto the dance floor, leaving behind my death trap of a shoe.
“But— My shoe.”
“Your friend will make sure no one steals it.” He spins me around to where Cherry is waving my shoe at me, a stupid smirk spread across her face.
I’m going to hide all her mirrors for doing this to me.
“Don’t drop me,” I order, clinging to Parker like a skirt to pantyhose.
“Oh, don’t you worry, darlin’. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
“Stupid southern drawl,” I mutter under my breath.
It’s been so long since anyone has held me like this: fierce and determined, strong yet gentle. Even though we aren’t paired together like the grinding dancers around us, it feels right. My insides go all swoopy, and I stare up into his handsomely chiseled face, my arms encircling his neck.
Wait. What? No, no, no. He’s a big, ex-fiancé punching, leather-wearing biker who probably has a mermaid tattooed somewhere on his body. Or a naked woman riding a dragon. It’s not my fault I've been sexless for six, long, dreadfully dry months. But, dammit, my body feels so perfectly right against his.
It’s the alcohol, I tell myself. Except I’m not drunk or even remotely tipsy.
“Quit arguing with yourself,” Parker says, twirling me around like we’re at some dance show competition.
“Huh?” I respond stupidly.
“You've got this endearing little pucker between your eyes, and you've been staring at my throat.” He chuckles. “It’s actually quite adorable.”
“Oh.” I quickly school my face.
“First impressions are important—I realize that—but I’m hoping you’ll give me another chance.”
“Isn't that what this little dance is?” I ask, forcing myself to look past his good looks. But those dark eyes don’t seem cruel, and his hands don’t feel aggressive. And the leather.
Dammit. Focus.







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Laura Kreitzer is a best-selling fantasy and science fiction author who hails from western Kentucky. Her full-time 9-5 job used to be working in a lab devoted to water dye-tracing investigations at Western Kentucky University, though her passion was always writing. After seven years of dedicating her life to the environment, she made the tough decision to leave the university to pursue her writing career. Now Laura has two series and eight novels published, with several more in the works. 









4/22/2014

Cover Reveal: Tempting the Bodyguard by J. Lynn (Jennifer L. Armentrout) @jlarmentrout

Today I'm excited to reveal the cover for Tempting the Bodyguard by Jennifer L. Armentrout, writing as J. Lynn, releasing May 12, 2014! Check out the cover and official blurb below!


Tempting the Bodyguard
A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint...
He can protect her from everyone except himself.
Alana Gore is in danger. A take-no-prisoners publicist, her way with people has made her more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker is an entirely different matter. She needs a bodyguard, and the only man she can ask is not only ridiculously hot, but reputed to have taste for women that goes beyond adventurous.
Chandler Gamble has one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. But with Alana, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. On one hand, Alana needs his help. On the other, Chandler wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy.
She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…

About Jennifer: 

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer Armentrout lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell, Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled, Brazen, and HarperCollins.

Find Jennifer Online:

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Entangled