Sylvia Day’s Captivated by You Pre-order Links

Captivated by You by Sylvia Day Release Day November 18, 2014

Now that we (finally!) have a release date for the fourth book in the popular Crossfire Series (NOVEMBER 18, 2014), pre-order links are becoming active.

I’ve compiled a list below*:

Barnes & Noble Nook  |  Kobo  |  iBooks  |  US Kindle  |  Amazon paperback  |  Amazon UK paperback

*to be updated as new info is available

New Release: THE HOOK UP by KRISTEN CALLIHAN (+ $50 book e-tailer GIVEAWAY)

The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan Teaser

Kristen Callihan, the author of my FAVORITE historical paranormal/supernatural book series (DARKEST LONDON), has written a WONDERFUL contemporary new adult romance — and it’s AMAZING (it must be, judging by my use of the CAPS LOCK)!  Do yourself a favor and curl up with Drew and Anna for this touching, romantic tale of love and football.  [A more detailed review will follow soon].

TitleTHE HOOK UP
Author: Kristen Callihan
Release Date: September 8, 2014
Genre: New Adult

Where to Buy THE HOOK UP:

Amazon | Kobo |  Smashwords | Google Play/Books

Summary:

The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan CoverThe rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all… No falling in love

Anna Jones just wants to finish college and figure out her life. Falling for star quarterback Drew Baylor is certainly not on her to do list. Confident and charming, he lives in the limelight and is way too gorgeous for his own good. If only she could ignore his heated stares and stop thinking about doing hot and dirty things with him. Easy right?

Too bad he’s committed to making her break every rule…

Football has been good to Drew. It’s given him recognition, two National Championships, and the Heisman. But what he really craves is sexy yet prickly Anna Jones. Her cutting humor and blatant disregard for his fame turns him on like nothing else. But there’s one problem: she’s shut him down. Completely.

That is until a chance encounter leads to the hottest sex of their lives, along with the possibility of something great. Unfortunately, Anna wants it to remain a hook up. Now it’s up to Drew to tempt her with more: more sex, more satisfaction, more time with him. Until she’s truly hooked. It’s a good thing Drew knows all about winning.

All’s fair in love and football…Game on

 

GIVEAWAY INFO:

Giveaway!

Enter the Giveaway hosted on Rafflecopter for your chance to win:

  • One (1) winner receives $50 gift card to e-book retailer
  • Ten (10) winners receive digital copy of THE HOOK UP

Excerpt from THE HOOK UP

My mother once told me that the most important moment in my life wouldn’t be when I won the National Championship or even the Super Bowl. It would be when I fell in love.

Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living. Given that she told me this when I was sixteen, I basically rolled my eyes and worked on practicing my pass fakes.

But my mother was insistent.

“You’ll see, Drew. One day, love will creep up and smack you upside the head. Then you’ll understand.”

My mom, it turns out, was wrong in one regard. Love, when it came for me, did not creep. No, it walked up to me, bold as you please, you know, just in case I wasn’t paying attention. It did, however, slap me upside my head.

And while I’d be happy to tell my mom that she was right about that, she’s dead. A fact that hurts even more now that I’ve been struck down. More like shot down. Cut off at the knees. Totally fucked. Whatever you want to call this disaster. Because the object of my affection hates me.

I am man enough to acknowledge that the cluster fuck that is my current love life is entirely my fault. I wasn’t prepared for Anna Jones.

I still cringe at the memory of when I first laid eyes on her at the beginning of the semester. Being late for class, I’d rushed to a seat in the back row, and was trying to remain unnoticed. I can’t go anywhere on campus without getting attention. And though it sounds like an awesome thing, it gets tiring.

When the roll call reached the back row, a soft voice, rich and thick as maple syrup, slid over me.

“Anna Jones.”

Just her name. That was all she’d said. It was like a hot finger stroking down my spine. My head snapped up. And there she was, so fucking pretty that I couldn’t think straight. I might as well have been sacked.

Breathless, my head ringing, I could only gape. I’m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I’ll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.

Thinking maybe I was overtired and simply overreacting to something that wasn’t really there, I stared at Anna Jones and tried to make sense of my extreme reaction.

As if feeling my gaze, she’d turned, and fucking hell… Her eyes were wide, almost cat-like, with the corners tilting up just a bit. At first, those eyes appeared brown, but they were really bottle green. And so clear. And annoyed. She glared at me. I didn’t care. One word was playing a loop in my head: mine.

I don’t remember the rest of the class. I watched Anna Jones like a condemned man getting his last view of the setting sun. While she tried to ignore me. Admirably.

The second class ended I shot up, and so did she. We nearly collided in the middle of the aisle. And then it all fell to shit.

About Author Kristen Callihan:

Author Kristen CallihanKristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather do. She is a three-time RITA nominee, and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

Connect with Kristen’s Social Media:

 Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Release Blitz: A Love for All Time by Chloe Douglas

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Title: A LOVE FOR ALL TIME
Author: Chloe Douglas
Publisher: Forever (Grand Central Publishing)
Release Date: September 9, 2014
Where to Purchase A LOVE FOR ALL TIME:

 

Summary:
A Love For All Time by Chloe DouglasFrom modern-day New York to Victorian London, one thrilling mystery brings together two passionate souls-for all time . . .
Homicide detective Mick Giovanni has seen lot a strange things in the NYPD-but nothing like Miss Lettitia Merryweather. Waltzing into his precinct dressed like some actress on Masterpiece Theater, the stunning British beauty implores Mick to find her missing sister. The strange part is, she disappeared in London-in 1888. Of course, Mick doesn’t believe Lettitia. Until he steps through a time portal onto a gaslit street-and sees a newspaper headline that reads:Jack the Ripper Still At Large . . . For Mick, it’s the dream of a lifetime-a chance to hunt down the most notorious killer in history. But for Lettitia, it’s all too personal, and Mick is her only hope. The tough, handsome cop has only seven days to solve the world’s greatest mystery before he loses his chance to go home. But the closer Mick gets to the truth, the deeper his feelings for Lettitia grow. Even if he solves the case, can these two soul mates say goodbye to a love that was meant for all time?
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About Author Chloe Douglas:
Chloe Palov, writing romance as Chloe Douglas, was born in Washington, D.C., and graduated from George Mason University with a degree in art history. Although she began her writing career in the romance genre, Chloe switched gears several years ago, making the leap to thrillers, written under the name C.M. Palov. Chloe is excited now to be returning to her romance roots. Chloe lives and writes with a menagerie of furry family members from her home in Virginia.
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Enjoy an excerpt from A LOVE FOR ALL TIME:

       “Whoa. Serious fire power,” Mick uttered with a drawn-out whistle. “I’m glad we’re playing on the same team. Where did you get that thing?”

“It is Uncle Phidias’ service revolver from the Crimean War. After what transpired at The Golden Dragon, I thought it best to take precautions. One never knows where one’s investigation might lead.”

Smiling approvingly, Mick nodded his head. “You gotta be impressed with a lady who thinks ahead, hey guys? Now, I’m no expert on relic firearms, but that thing looks like it could take off a man’s head.”

Hearing that, Lettitia’s stomach muscles painfully cramped.

From the chorus of muttered grunts, she surmised that the remark had a similar effect on nearly every man present.

“Is that bloody thing even loaded?” Sweeney demanded to know, eyeing the monstrously large revolver with obvious trepidation.

“Of course it is loaded,” she snapped, thinking the man a simpleton. “Why would I go to the trouble of aiming an unloaded gun at you?”

Clearly amused, Mick swung his head in Sweeney’s direction. “The lady makes a valid point.”

Humph! Easy for him to smirk and snicker. He was not the one who would have to pull the trigger, quite possibly severing a man’s head from his body.

Slipping his hand inside his coat pocket, Sweeney extracted a sinister-looking knife. He tossed it into the air, deftly catching it by the carved handle. He then took a menacing step in her direction.

Lettitia had hoped that reasoned talk would prevail. Her hopes, however, were instantly dashed the moment Sweeney drew his weapon.

“Sir, you would be wise not to accost me,” she warned. “Furthermore, if you take one more step, you will not live to tell the tale.” She added the last bit of braggadocio to let the brigand know that she was in earnest.

Sweeney came to a halt. “You can’t shoot all of us. At the most, you’ve only got six bullets.”

“True enough,” she readily agreed. “Which means that two of you shall not feel the excruciating pain of a deadly bullet ripping through his tender flesh.” Having made her point, she gestured with her revolver to the company of men spread before her. “Whoever wishes to remain unscathed, I suggest he leave the premises now.”

To her utter surprise, six of the hooligans departed posthaste, leaving only Jem and Sweeney to contend with.

“If I did the math right,” Mick remarked, “that leaves three bullets apiece.”

“Shut your bloody mouth!”

“I do not like your tone, Mister Sweeney.”

“And I don’t like some Mayfair bitch threatening the likes of Bill Sweeney,” he countered belligerently. “In fact, I’m beginning to think that you’re all bluff.”

“Think what you will. Unless you release my companion, you shall soon discover the truth of the matter.”

Digging in his heels, Sweeney stubbornly shook his head. “Sir Charlie will ‘ang me by me balls if I was to come back empty ‘anded.”

Lettitia worriedly gnawed on her lower lip, the man’s obdurate refusal to untie Mick presenting her with a true dilemma. As she pondered her options, a bolt of lightning struck in the near-vicinity, instantly followed by an earth-shattering boom of thunder. Startled, Lettitia gasped, at which point Sweeney seized his chance and rushed toward her, his knife blade threateningly pointed at her heart.

With a terrified shriek, Lettitia pulled the trigger on the revolver.

The moment she did, Mick rose to his feet. Still bound to the wooden chair, he spun on his heel, forcefully slamming the wooden legs of the chair into Jem’s backside, the man crumbling to his knees under the force of the blow.

“The bloody bitch just shot off the top of me ear!” Sweeney hollered, dropping his knife as he slapped both hands to the side of his head, blood spurting between his fingers.

Wailing like a banshee, evidently afraid that she might pull the trigger yet again, Sweeney ran for the door. His minion, staggering to his feet, did likewise.

Wasting no time, Lettitia picked up the knife so that she could cut Mick free. The instant the chair crashed to the ground, he snatched both the gun and the knife out of her hand.

“You, Lettitia Merryweather, are one dangerous lady. Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Grabbing her by the arm, Mick raced towards the door.

Outside, the rain came down in blinding sheets, soaking them to the skin. As they ran through a maze of alleys, the sky detonated with a brilliant burst of bright light, the buildings around them shaking with the thunderous encore. The wind, the rain, the lightning – under any other circumstance, Lettitia would have been terrified by those elemental forces. But for some reason, here, with Mick, it was exhilarating.

       Panting, Mick came to a sudden halt at the intersection of two alleys. Gesturing to the right, he hollered, “It’s this way!”

“No, it’s this way!” Lettitia exclaimed, pointing in the opposite direction. “I’m quite certain that¾”

“Trust me.”

“Always,” she affirmed, placing her hand in his.

Hand in hand, they hurried to Dorset Street, Lettitia laughing with joy as they raced to the carriage.

Once inside the vehicle, she couldn’t stop laughing. Seized with a giddy euphoria, all of her senses were enlivened with an urgent sense of excitement.

Unthinkingly, she flung herself at Mick’s chest. “Kiss me,” she ordered, throwing her arms around his neck.

“You’re just saying that because of the adrenaline rush. The thrill of the chase has

got your hormones in a tailspin.”

“I have never been so thoroughly and deeply thrilled!” Lettitia exclaimed, not understanding a word that Mick just uttered.

“Me either.” Grasping her by the nape of the neck, Mick savagely kissed her.

 

Manicures Monday: Bicicletta by Rescue Beauty Lounge

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Perfect for final mani of summer vacation, Bicicletta is part of Rescue Beauty Lounge’s Italian Summer collection.

“This pale pink polish has micro glitters that will make you think of sugar and summertime.” -Ji Baek

Color is so light and airy – no doubt it will make my mood feel the same ;)

Evernight by Kristen Callihan

Evernight Blog Tour: Q&A with author Kristen Callihan (+ GIVEAWAY)

Evernight by Kristen Callihan Blog Tour

Title: EVERNIGHT
Author: Kristen Callihan
Series: DARKEST LONDON (#5)

  • Firelight (#1)
  • Moonglow (#2)
  • Winterblaze (#3)
  • Shadowdance (#4)

Publisher: Forever (Grand Central Publishing)
Release Date: AUGUST 26, 2014!
Where to Buy EVERNIGHT:
IndieBound | Barnes & Noble | Books-A-Million | Kobo | iTunes | GooglePlay | Amazon

About EVERNIGHT:

Evernight by Kristen CallihanOnce the night comes . . . 
Will Thorne is living a nightmare, his sanity slowly being drained away by a force he can’t control. His talents have made him the perfect assassin for hire. But as he loses his grip on reality, there is no calming him-until he finds his next target: the mysterious Holly Evernight.
Love must cast aside the shadows
Holly cannot fathom who would put a contract on her life, yet the moment she touches Will, the connection between them is elemental, undeniable-and she’s the only one who can tame his bouts of madness. But other assassins are coming for Holly. Will must transform from killer to protector and find the man who wants Holly dead . . . or his only chance for redemption will be lost.

 My Thoughts:

I have been a HUGE fan of author Kristen Callihan’s DARKEST LONDON series since I first read the series prequel novella, EMBER.  From there, I have eagerly devoured each of her books.  Diana Gabaldon was right when she said: “Callihan has a great talent for sexual tension and Jaw-dropping plots that weave together brilliantly in the end.”  Her talented storytelling draws you in with a perfect combination of compelling characters and creative plotting, with more than a little steam.  Be sure to check out the Giveaway detailed below for your chance to win some of these amazing books!

I was thrilled to have the opportunity to ask Ms. Callihan some questions about her series and its latest installment, EVERNIGHT

Q&A with Kristen Callihan:

What inspired you to create the imaginative and magical world of your Darkest London series? 

Victorian London was my inspiration. All those narrow lanes, flickering gas lamps, and fog shrouded courts were perfect fodder. I was also inspired by those who came before me. Comic like the X-Men, gas lamp tales such as Dracula, Dorian Grey, Jekyll and Hyde, and many more helped forge my imagination.

If you could choose one of the supernatural abilities possessed by one of your characters, which one would you want, and why?

Hmm….probably Jack Talent’s shape-shifting ability. It would get me into a lot of places. ;-)

If you were transported into a novel, would you prefer it to be a historical novel or a paranormal one?

Paranormal, definitely. If I’m going to be forced to live with corsets and poor medical care, I’d like to be a strong immortal, please.

Imagine Will Thorne had a Twitter account, how would he describe the events of ‘Evernight’ in 140 characters or less?

Homicidal yet irresistible charmer meets irritating yet lovely inventor. She captures his heart; he turns her into a wanton, lusty wench.*

*For some reason, my wife takes umbrage with this description, and offers this alternate ending: She teaches him to trust; He teaches her about joy (Fine, this is true as well, but I like my version better.)

About Author Kristen Callihan:

Author Kristen CallihanKristen Callihan is a child of the eighties, which means she’s worn neon skirts, black lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A lifelong daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington, D.C., area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog-the fish can fend for themselves.

Connect with Kristen’s Social Media:

www.KristenCallihan.com | http://facebook.com/KristenCallihan | Twitter: @Kris10Callihan

GIVEAWAY INFO:

Click on Giveawy Kitty to enter the Giveaway hosted on Rafflecopter for your chance to win:

Giveaway!

  • (5) winners will receive the entire DARKEST LONDON series, including EVERNIGHT!
  • (10) winners will receive a print copt of EVERNIGHT

While you wait to see if you’ve won, enjoy this delicious (potentially NSFW, but oh so yummy) excerpt from EVERNIGHT; it’s so good you might not want to wait!

Excerpt from EVERNIGHT: .

Cool, hard, smooth, hot. The texture of his skin was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The metal made it smooth and cool and hard. Where not altered by metal, his skin was like hot satin, only silkier and tight with strength.

His flesh twitched beneath her palms as she mapped his chest. Every breath he took sounded loud and clear in her ears. And all the while, he watched her.

A quiver rippled along the backs of her thighs, up over her bottom, and crawled along her spine. Damn it, she was better than this. She was not a creature of base desires, but of logic and restraint. Her breath moved in and out, a slow, steady rhythm as she stroked him.

Neither of them spoke. The crackle of the fire in the grate, along with the occasional creak of the house settling, surrounded them. Beneath heavy lids, Thorne tracked her every move. And her touch grew unsteady. A momentary weakness he jumped upon.

“Does it feel good to you?” he drawled, low and easy. “Touching me?”

Instantly, the space between her legs clenched tight. Holly kept her touch impersonal. She could not live with the ignominy of revealing her wants to Thorne, who would treat her weakness as a bloody good joke. “It is a task. Just like any other.” A bald-faced lie if ever she told one.

His nostrils flared, the platinum in his eyes shining bright. “Then why do I smell your cunny growing wet with need?”

Holly stopped, her palm flat against his pectoral muscle, as more slick heat flooded her sex. Oh, this was beyond the pale. What on earth had gotten into the blasted demon? “Being crude is not going to get a rise out of me, Mr. Thorne.”

A small, cruel smile curled his lips. “Not going to deny it, are you, Miss Evernight?”

“Blather.” She took up stroking an area tangled with platinum webbing with more force than necessary. “That is all you’re about. Ridiculous blather. And I will not engage in such nonsense.”

Holly concentrated on pulling the metal from him. Not on his scent, clean and pleasing in the space between them. Or the way his skin grew increasingly warmer.

When he spoke again, it was soft, teasing. “Do you know that when I said “cunny” your sweet scent grew stronger?”

Again she stopped. His dense muscles tightened beneath her nails. “Mr. Thorne—”

“Do you wonder,” he whispered, holding her gaze with his, “if my cock is affected?” A dark brow lifted, his fangs glinting. “If it is more metal than flesh? Hard for you?”

She would not look down at the appendage in question. It was difficult enough to pretend each time that she wasn’t aware of that part of him, or that she hadn’t seen it grow and lengthen beneath the covers. Oh, she knew precisely how long and thick he was, and precisely how aroused. Each and every time.

His gaze upon her burned. “Do you want to see my cock, Miss Evernight? Feel it move inside of you?”

Gods, he made her feel empty, made her want to be filled up. Her hands turned to fists. “Stop it. Now, Mr. Thorne.”

He rose up on his elbows, his white hair sliding over his broad and dusky shoulders, his defined abdomen tightening. “Or. What?”

Holly sat back on the stool by the table, placing her hands upon her lap so that he wouldn’t see them trembling. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?”

She could not look away from the black and platinum starburst of his gaze, so very brilliant. So very angry and taunting. Her nails dug into her palms. “Find your amusement elsewhere.”

His lean hips canted just a bit, an utterly crude gesture that held her in thrall. “I’d rather find it with you.”

“I’m helping you, aren’t I?” She hated how the words came out in a near-desperate pitch. But he had to stop. Agitation had her breath coming on hard and fast, pressing her now-heavy breasts against her too-tight bodice.

“Helping me,” he scoffed. “Do not skew this into some act of kindness. You do so that I won’t kill you.”

“Is it kindness that you want?” She laughed without humor. “A funny way you go about getting it.” She leaned forward in her anger. “Why are you saying these things? Truly? Why are you acting like such a… disgusting arse?”

He shot upright, his chest bumping into hers before she backed away a pace as if seared. “Because you never react during these torture sessions,” he ground out. “Because I want that rise out of you. I want you to…” He bared his teeth, those evil-looking fangs growing longer. “I want to know if you feel—”

His teeth ground together, his eyes wild and silver-black.

“Feel?” she prompted as if her heart wasn’t beating madly.

“Anything!” he roared. “Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You touch me every day. You rub your hands all over me. And nothing! Not a flicker of emotion. As if I didn’t exist.” The expanse of his chest heaved with exertion, the sinewy muscles along his abdomen clenching. “And all the while I’m lying here aching, fucking dying to… You’re driving me to insanity,” he finished with a wild shout. “And it means exactly nothing to you—”

She grabbed hold of the back of his neck and kissed him. Just as she’d wanted to, her lips claiming his parted ones, shutting off the stream of words that flowed from him. His lips were soft and warm, and touching them set off a rush of lust that coursed along her limbs. He froze, going so tense that his neck felt like ice. For all of one second. And then he attacked. His hands plunged into her hair and gripped the sides of her head as he fell back, hauling her with him, devouring her with quick, biting kisses, punctuated by helpless groans.

Breathless and dizzy, she answered every kiss, opening her mouth when his mouth demanded it. They both shivered when their tongues slid together.

“Hell,” he moaned, licking along her bottom lip. “Hell, I knew you’d taste so bloody good.” He angled his head, plunging his tongue in deep as his hands held her captive. The gesture wicked and decadent. Grunting, he spun them, pressing her into the table with the strength of his body. His thigh nudged between hers, and her skirts slid up. Instantly, his hand was there, long fingers trailing along her skin. “I’m not stopping,” he growled into her mouth. “So don’t ask me to.”

Holly tore her lips from his and grabbed a handful of silken hair. She held him fast and hard. “You’ll stop if I say so.”

Thorne paused, his lips brushing hers as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Hot, black eyes bore into her. “Are you asking me to stop?” He was so still and careful that she knew he would, despite his claim.

A fire raged through her veins. And the need to suckle his curved lower lip had her voice turning rough. “No.”