Release Event: Damaged 2 by H.M. Ward

Title: DAMAGED 2
Author: H.M. WARD
Publisher: Laree Bailey Press
Release date: June 24, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17800786-damaged-2
Amazon: http://amzn.to/10vsuzh

Book Description:

The steamy sequel to the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling New Adult novel DAMAGED by H.M. Ward.

Home isn't supposed to be dangerous, but for Sidney it is. Returning home means that she has to face her past. It's not just the man who hurt Sidney that makes it horrible, but the family that didn't believe her. They were dead to her, but now that her mom is really dying things seem different. It's a chance to set things right.

What Sidney doesn't realize is that she's dragging Peter into a collision course with his past. Peter must deal with the demons haunting him if he wants to move forward with Sidney. He's willing to give up everything for her, even wade deeper into his past life to help her move forward. But, Peter isn't sure if he can get over what happened to him in New York.

Genre: New Adult Romance
Length: Novel, ~325 pgs
Sequel to the Bestselling phenomenon DAMAGED


About the Author
NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, & WALL STREET JOURNAL Bestselling author H.M. Ward recently appeared in FORBES. Ward was also featured in the Washington Post for her debut novel. Romance series by H.M. Ward include Secrets, Scandalous, The Arrangement, and The Secret Life of Trystan Scott.

Author social media links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorHMWard
Twitter: https://twitter.com/hmward ; @hmward
Blog: http://Blog.DemonKissed.com

Excerpt:



Tension lines Peter’s neck and shoulders. His jaw shifts from side to side, like the conversation he just had pissed him off. His eyes flick up from the floor and meet mine. “My brother’s an asshole.”

I smile at him. “So is mine.”

Peter watches me for a moment and sighs. He runs his hands through his hair and stretches. The anger that was there washes away, but it’s not totally gone. “I need to tell you something.” The way he says it makes my stomach dip. The tone, and the way he looks away from me, sends a shiver down my spine.

Peter takes my hands and pulls me over to the couch. At first we’re seated next to each other and he’s holding my hand, but it’s like he can’t sit still. Peter is up and on his feet a few moments later, pacing. Every few seconds he tries to tell me something, but can’t choose the right words.

Peter makes an aggravated sound in the back of his throat. When he turns and looks at me, I know there’s something wrong. His dark brows lift and bunch together as his lips part. He stares at me for a moment, and then manages, “I didn’t want to bring this up, not now, but you need to know something about me.” He swallows hard and looks away.

I push off the couch and walk over to him. “You can tell me anything.” When I touch his arm, Peter jumps. It makes me nervous. Why is he acting this way? I grin at him. “You’re not the one who put the squirrel outside the bathroom window, are you?”

Peter snorts a surprised laugh and looks over at me. He takes me in his arms and pulls me to his chest. It feels so good, so safe.

He kisses the top of my head and says, “Do you know anything about the Ferro family?”

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Cover Re-Reveal: CATCHING LIAM

      Sometimes in life things fall into place at the exact right moment. Other times they fall into place at the exact wrong moment. You know the one. The moment when you're pulling out your hair and screaming at the sky and telling serendipity to go f--- herself. Because if you think karma is a bitch, her sister serendipity is a know-it-all.
   
     When I was searching for the cover for Catching Liam, I looked at hundreds of stock images before I landed on the one you see pictured to your right (if you're reading this on posting day, if not, see previous statement about serendipity). I really loved that picture. It made a beautiful cover, but something about it never felt quite right. It looked very serious and deep and slightly dark, and while Liam has some heavier moments, the original cover never really captured the feel of the book.
   
     Earlier this week, I was buying stock for some promo ads and I stumbled across the perfect picture. Not only did it convey the feel of the book, but I thought it was actually Jillian and Liam in the photo. But I had a perfectly good cover that was up on goodreads and loaded into amazon and ... Serendipity.    

      So without further ado, the new cover of Catching Liam:

Cover Reveal: Apollo Academy by Kimberly P. Chase

THE APOLLO ACADEMY by Kimberly P. Chase
Launches: 8.6.13

Cover Art by Cliff Nielsen

ABOUT: As the heiress to Titon Technologies, eighteen-year-old Aurora Titon can have whatever she wants—clothes, expensive gadgets, anything money can buy. All she really wants is to escape her pampered, paparazzi-prone life for the stars. Becoming the first female pilot to train as an astronaut for the Apollo Academy is exactly the chance for which she has been waiting. Everything would be perfect if it weren't for her unreciprocated crush on a fellow student, the sexy astronaut bent on making her life hell, and the fact that someone keeps trying to kill her.

Early praise for The Apollo Academy:
"I am obsessed with this book! Suspenseful, sexy, and just a great read!" -Cora Carmack, New York Times Bestselling author of LOSING IT.

“Exquisite worldbuilding, thrilling suspense, and a sexy flight instructor! Chase’s exciting debut novel is one you don’t want to miss.” - K.A.Tucker, Author of Ten Tiny Breaths and One Tiny Lie
Add The Apollo Academy to your GoodReads Shelf!

AND WE'RE ALSO REVEALING THE BOOK TRAILER! 
About the author:

Kimberly P. Chase holds a Bachelor's Degree in Aeronautical Science from Embry Riddle Aeronautical University, which basically means she's kind of a geek and loves flying airplanes. Naturally, her books tend to include aviation, hot flight instructors, aviator glasses, and—let's not forget—kissing! When Kimberly's not writing or reading, she's hanging out with her husband, four-year-old son, and two dogs. 

website: www.kimberlypchase.com
facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KimberlyPChase
twitter: https://twitter.com/kpchase817

WAIT! THERE'S EVEN MORE AWESOME....AN APOLLO ACADEMY SWAG BAG IS UP FOR GRABS! ENTER BELOW:

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Why is Canada So Sexy?

Is it the bacon? The snuggle weather? The maple syrup? The accent?

Well, since it's Canada Day, I thought I'd explore the crazy sexiness of Canada by interviewing one of its most luscious inhabitants: our own gorgeous Tamara Mataya.

Many of you might know her as Feaky Snucker. And you might even know that she's a kickass writer repped by Marisa Cleveland or that the poor dear is currently homeless and jobless because a flood wiped out her entire town, including the library where she worked. 

But let's get to the important stuff.

1) Feaky, why is sex hotter in Canada?

Because I'M here. *smacks own ass*

Good point. OK, the rest of the world might not realize how hot Canadians really are, but...

Born in Ontario

Born in British Columbia

2) So Choose two Canadians to be stuck in the hot tub with. (I call the Ryans. I'm not sharing. Well, maybe with you.)

Ooo! The two firemen who gave up their places on the forklift for my colleagues and I when rescuing us from the flood last Thursday. They could probably use a nice hot soak. I wouldn't even peek! Probably. Lies.

(She'd peek. I know her.)

3) Now concentrate. What is your favourite sexual position and why? (See, I made it Canadian by adding an extra letter to a word!)

Oh, Melanie. More 'u' is always delightful ;) The Sneaky Tractor.

(I will not tell you all how much time I spent googling the Sneaky Tractor. It is embarrassing.)

4) What is your favourite sexy book and why?

Any of the NAturals' books! But for non-biased, I'd say Karen Marie Moning's Fever series was hot as hell, but it also had plot. It's Urban Fantasy, and so far all books have held up in the series. No Second Book Syndrome. :)

I also loved Anais Nin's Diaries. Because they were REAL. It's hot that her fiction is remembered, but it's her LIFE that people really responded to. I know there was some tweaking, but you know what I mean.

5) What do you want people to know about Canada today?

Canada is sexy. No, really. We have more sex, and more adventurous sex than Americans, but with fewer teenage pregnancies and STD's. And that's hot.

Yes. Maybe even hotter than bacon.

Thank you, Tamara, for enlightening us on Canada Day! We are all thinking of you and hope you're able to get back in your home soon!

You can support Tamara by donating to Funds for Feaky in the sidebar. Being homeless, she can use all the kindness she can get. :)

sugar sundays- part 2

Happy Sunday, loves! I apologize for the brevity of this weekend's Sugar. Also for the lateness. My silly day job had me all tied up. I promise MOAR words next week, and also sexytimes.

If you missed the first installment, you can catch up here: http://thenaturalauthors.blogspot.com/2013/06/sugar-sunday-inaugural-post.html

Enjoy!

xoxo

Lucy

            Theresa was less than pleased. A client was paying her good money to revamp his website, but she found herself unable to concentrate. Each time she tried to think about graphics, she found her thoughts running towards the graphic. It had been a pleasant surprise to discover Sugar was not, in fact, a miscreant boyfriend. He was the brother the cake was intended for.

            He may have even had a name, but Theresa was not paying attention to anything beside the dimples.

            Except perhaps his arms. With biceps like those, what might his stomach look like? Or… further south? She slammed her laptop shut. This was a job for her vibrator. The graphics were not getting done today.

            Five embarrassingly short minutes later, the laptop was open again. Fonts. Something clean and classic, she thought. Like the font on Sugar’s t-shirt. It had stretched enticingly over his frame on the worn cotton. She could tell just how it would feel by looking at it. Warm, soft, a contrast to the cool skin beneath.

            Her hands would travel slowly beneath the hem, and over the ripples of abdominal muscle. As they moved upward, so would the shirt. She’d pull it off of him the rest of the way. She would only have a moment to gaze at his hard body before he’d pick her up with those wicked arms and ravage her against the wall of his sister’s house.

            The fonts were not getting done today.

            Theresa considered her options. She could take a cold shower. She could pull the vibrator out again. Perhaps a run, she thought. Surely just putting pants on would be a good start.

            Five impressively quick moments later, she was in workout gear and out the front door. As usual, running calmed Theresa down almost immediately. She settled into her rhythm. One foot after the other. A cool breeze blowing pleasantly across her sheen of perspiration. Another jogger on the sidewalk in front of her.

            A jogger with a gorgeously sculpted back. And really cool hair. Sugar. Sugar was jogging just in front of her. Theresa was no longer so calm. She sped up and passed him without glancing over. She was very impressed with herself.

            “Wait up!”

            She whipped her head back towards his voice. He put on a burst of speed and caught up to her.

            “You left so fast the other day. I was going to give you my number,” he said. Suddenly, Theresa’s breathlessness was no longer from her run.

            “I don’t have my phone on me,” she managed. He grinned at her, all dimples and mischief.

            “I was hoping I’d run into you soon, so I just wrote it down.” He slowed to a walk, reaching into his pocket to grab a folded piece of paper. She slowed long enough to grab it from his (rather large, she noted) hand before resuming her run, leaving Sugar behind. Yes, Theresa was feeling very impressed with herself.

            Which was why she didn’t feel bad when the vibrator made a second, and then third appearance at home later.  

NAked With Nazarea Andrews

Today we're getting NAked with Nazarea Andrews, author of This Love

Nazarea, who are you and what should we know about you in 50 words or less?
I’m a mom, wife, and book addict. I like reading happily ever afters, am shamelessly addicted to chocolate and think makeout scenes are probably the best thing in the world to write. Also—I live in the South and have a huge dog.

Which one: chocolate or bacon?
Chocolate. No question.

What is the name of your book and what is it about in 50 words or less?
THIS LOVE is about forbidden romance, beaches and second chances.

Tell us your main character's name and 3 adjectives that describe him/her. (If you have multiple main characters, do this for each).
Avery is ambitious, stubborn and down-to-earth. Atticus is sexy, a dreamer, and heartbroken.

Please share with us an excerpt of 150-200 words from your book.
I wave at the TA before I push out the door. My phone is buried in my purse, and I pause in the hallway of the history wing to dig it out. “Shit,” I mutter as two pens clatter to the floor. I seize my phone—I really need to downsize my purse—and crouch to grab my pens.

A pair of scuffed sneakers stop in front of me, stepping on my favorite red pen.

“Excuse me,” I grumble, reaching for it, and a husky laugh jerks my gaze up.

Atticus Grimes is standing in front of me, his eyes amused. He’s wearing faded jeans and a tight fitting concert t-shirt, his hair hanging in his eyes.

He looks like a sexy frat brother instead of a professor. Hell, if Brian looked half this good, I would have slept with him months ago.

“You gonna stay down there forever?” he asks, amusement lacing his rough voice.

The Great Vagina Debacle

So as a New Adult author, I find myself writing some pretty steamy scenes.  Often these moments border on the erotic but I hold myself back, because at the heart of the book, the story is about college kids.  Since I was once a college kid, I thought I was prepared to write the smexy.  After all, I had a wealth of experience to draw from.

God, I hope my mom never reads this blog.

The problem I've encountered is what the hell to call the girl parts and boy parts.  Vagina and penis sounds too clinical.

"She extended her legs into a prone position and offered her vagina to his penis."

No one wants to read that.  Unless there's some type of medical student sex fetish site.  If there is, I don't want to know.  I'm still recovering from my accidental discovery of tentacle porn.

But I digress.

There's also cutesy names like va-jay-jay and bajingo and thingamadoodle.

"He pounded my bajingo with his thingamadoodle until I was whackadoo with pleasure."

And now we  know what Dr. Seuss wrote behind closed doors.

Then there's the vague, noncommittal terminologies like "down there" and "him/he."

"He pressed into me, entering me down there."

I think this is the closest to what I do, except less sucky.  Why?  Because despite my plethora of sexual experience, I can't really remember ever thinking of my vagina as anything specific.  I never called it a pussy or a bajingo or down below.  I do remember thinking (and saying) things like 'get inside me,' so I'm opting for the noncommittal at this stage of the game.  Of course, I'm sure there's a huge market for an adult version of Oh, the Places You'll Go.

(Remember that time I destroyed your childhood?  Yeah.  That just happened.)