Blog Tour: Sinners and Saints - Ambear Shellea

Sinners and Saints by AmBear Shellea

Publication Date: February 13, 2014

Genre: Action/Romance

Synopsis: Vylette Echo is a spunky college student who goes from a nightmare come true to an offer she won't refuse.
Join Vylette as she fights for her life and her freedom after she is jumped, blindfolded and kidnapped from the only life she knows. Another twist of fate lands her before Dorrian Buchanan, a tall handsome millionaire who deals in the buying of woman. Once in his custody, things are not what they seem. Now she knows the truth and is presented with a proposal. Whatever her choice, it won't be an easy one. The hour is upon her, she has made her decision.
 

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Review: I don't even know what to say for this story because I just could not get into the book. I keep trying and trying but I pick it up and immediately want to put it down. Maybe it's because it faces such a big taboo subject. 

It faces a college student who is obviously kidnapped. Okay, you got me there. It sounds freaking fantastic but then cue in the regular old evil billionaire. I didn't even want to find out the ending because I knew that the MC's fell for each other.

Sure, it's action and romance filled but I don't want to continue this. 

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About AmBear Shellea

Creativity is my addiction and writing is my drug of choice.
Although I have always enjoyed writing, the dream to become a writer came when I read A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare, in the sixth grade. My early works, not published, were in the form of children's stories I would read to my two daughters. I divide my days between the real world and the ones I've created. My life and my characters keep me very busy in my Mid-Western scene, where I live with my husband, and my children (both human and furry).

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Teaser

Chapter 1
The thunder of Vylette's heartbeat pounding in her head deafened almost every sound around her. Flames of fear burned in her chest, constricting her breathing and the blind fold knotted in her hair was paving the way for a oncoming migraine. Her wrists were on fire from the course ropes as she yanked and pulled trying to get free. Tears fell like rain down her face, soaking her fight torn shirt. Dried mud scratched at her exposed skin through her ripped jeans and overwhelmed by fear, she barely noticed the cold tile under her bare feet.
The commotion of heavy boots and nasty voices coming closer stopped her dead in her tracks. She tried to calm her breathing and focus on the direction of her advancing visitors. Smug inappropriate comments helped to pinpoint they were just a few feet away and on her left. She kept as still as possible until grubby rough hands jerked her from the chair she sat on.
"No! Get your hands off me!"
Head butting and kicking, she did her best to fight off the men dragging her to only God knows where. She didn't know what they had planned but she knew she were safer without them.
What felt like fire scored her face when one of the men hit her. She dropped to the ground, crying and spitting blood out of her mouth. The bright stars in her line of vision seemed to blink in tune with the pounding in her ears.
She barely had time to take a breath before another blow, to the ribs and head this time, threatened to send her into unconsciousness. Already tense and rolling around in agony, it took only a few more hits and she stopped moving, stopped fighting, trying to catch her breath and breathe passed the pain.
They are going to kill me.
To save the small amount of strength she had left, she let them pull her from the floor. Every muscle, every bone and every nerve ending screamed in pain throughout her entire body and she had to lean into one of the men as she worked to walk. Each step was a roller coaster of agony, highs and lows in different degrees. Some stole her breath, some shattered her silence and the highest peak promised the dark oblivion.
She hadn't realized her blindfold came off until the unnatural shine of the light blasted her eyes. Squinting against the glare she noticed they were in an otherwise darkened hallway only illuminated by huge caged lights nailed to the ceiling about every ten feet or so. Her gaze darted as much as she could allow given her swollen eyes to make out her surroundings. The long hall was lined with doors every few feet, all painted in red with the exception of the wide wooden door at the end of the hallway.
As they moved closer to the door she spotted some kind of symbol carved into the wood, separated by a small sliver of light showing where one panel met the other. Getting closer every second, the symbol on the door became clear. The body of a coiled snake, it's severed head laying apart from the body. It was a gruesome sight even in wood.
The blood splatter along the floor and walls only deepened her gut wrenching fear burning away any pain she felt. Once again her panicked breathing had her chest on fire and her muscles flexing in protest with every inch closer to that door.
Her captors must have noticed because she soon found herself held by the two men strong arming her into submission. Battling the fear of the unknown, her mind going into overdrive sending flashes of every horror movie she ever watched, had her kicking like a crazed animal.
Putting weight on her heels, she tried to halt their advance. The meaty hands as strong as bars only gripped her tighter, lifted her off the ground and carried her the remaining distance and through the door.

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Cover Reveal: Rogue Debutante - Maggie Dallen

Needless to say, this book looks like another Teen Dystopian novel but I won't knock on a book off of it's cover. Here you go!

Cover Reveal – 12/09/2015

Blurb:

A rebellion is brewing and everyone must pick a side....even pirates and debutantes.

Delia Langley has been a prisoner all her life - a prisoner to high society and its conventions. A prisoner to her wealthy father's overprotective measures. A prisoner to a fiance-to-be in an arrangement made by her father to have a royal heir. In fact, the only time in her life that Delia ever felt free was when she was captured by the much-feared pirate Blackheart and his crew, and held for months while her father negotiated her ransom.

Now nineteen, the beautiful Delia is ready to leave another prison, the manmade "city in the sky," Beau Monde, where she's been tucked away, high above London all these many years. The plan is that after her debutante ball, her marriage to Lord Thaddeus Templeton will be announced, and the wheels will be set in motion for Delia to take her place as a proper society lady. Except she has other plans. Frustrated by the greed of the rich and the plight of the poor who live in the Shadowlands, a ghetto cast in darkness by the floating city of wealth above, Delia has been masquerading as Madame X, a French pirate, who has arranged to purchase her own pirate airship from the mysterious "Professor." Then there's Nicholas Crawley, the dashing, bachelor son of the family who have opened their home to Delia for her London visit. He's ruggedly handsome - and he's impossible. She doesn't expect to fall for him, but there's no denying the electricity that surges between them. A future with him would ruin everything, but her attraction to him is only one of many surprises poised to thwart her pirating plans in this charming steampunk tale. 

About Maggie Dallen 

Maggie Dallen is a big city girl living in Montana. She writes adult and young adult romantic comedies in a range of genres. An unapologetic addict of all things romance, she loves to connect with fellow avid readers on Facebook, Twitter or at www.maggiedallen.com.

Website: http://www.maggiedallen.com/
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Excerpt:

The spires of London grew in the distance as Delia hurtled through the air, her petticoats and skirts flapping in the wind. Delia opened her mouth to scream but her cry was drowned out by the sound of air rushing past as she tumbled toward the earth.

A rough grip on her arm brought her to a sudden and painful stop. Her shoulder shrieked in agony as she dangled in midair. She latched onto the rope that swung in front of her face, but whoever was holding on to her arm didn't loosen his hold. She looked up to see who was keeping her from a grim and grotesque death. 

She could only see her savior's dark form; his face was hidden in the shadow cast by the airship hovering overhead. She felt the rope hoisting her toward the vessel and she resisted the urge to look down. When at last she reached the airship, a strong hand reached out to help her overboard, and she was finally able to see the face of her rescuer.

Author Interview: Candace Blevins

I want to kick things off with how awesome freaking Candace Blevins is for joining us today for an awesome little blog interview. Her Bash series really made me squirm in my seat and you know, all that good stuff. 

I really do not know why I keep putting myself through the situation where I constantly feel paranoid when I read her books at school because you know how pretty graphic they are.

Well here's a small excerpt for you:

Eight years ago

Angelica

Kayla met me in the bathroom after last period, and watched as I changed out of my super tiny mini-skirt into jeans. God, if my dad saw me in this skirt he’d have an aneurism.

“I can’t believe you lost Brain. God, Ang, he’s the best biker-bitch you’ve had yet.”

Speaking of aneurisms, my dad nearly had one when he found out Kayla called me Ang. He calls me Angel, but says no one else is allowed to shorten my name. One of the reasons I love Kayla is she isn’t afraid of my dad, or any of the other bikers, and she just kept calling me what she wanted.

I shrugged as I buttoned my jeans and stowed the skirt in my backpack. “I got one of the new guys, I’ve only met him a couple of times. He looks like he’s pissed at the world, and I seriously doubt he’s going to be any fucking help at all with my calculus or chemistry homework.”

“He have a cool name?” she asked as we left the bathroom.

“Bash, and best I can tell, it isn’t ‘cause he’s bashful. And damn, the boy is beautiful.” And he’d be so fucking pissed if he knew I’d called him a boy.

“How you gonna break him in?”

I shook my head. “Haven’t decided. He’s actually kinda scary, even for one of my dad’s men. Also, I don’t think he’s that much older than us. I know when he first came, he couldn’t have even the prospect patch yet, ’cause he wasn’t old enough. They treated him like one, which had to suck, but he didn’t get his first patch until a few weeks ago, so I think he just turned eighteen.”

“You know his story?”

I shook my head. “He has a fucked up accent though. He isn’t from around here.”

Kayla showed the assistant principal the note from her mom saying she could ride home with me, and he waved us to the RTMC vehicle waiting in the car line.

I got into the front passenger seat and settled my backpack at my feet as I put my seatbelt on and told him, “Bash, meet Kayla. She’s my BFF and you’re her ride now, too. Not just mine.”

He breathed deep, and I assumed he’d just realized she’s human and not wolf, and I added, “We have a problem, you take care of her first, then me. I can handle myself a few minutes, but she isn’t a fighter. Get me?”

He pulled forward and glanced in his rear view mirror at Kayla before looking forward again. “My orders are to keep you safe, Princess.”

I sighed and leaned my head back, looking at the road instead of him. “Those are your orders from my dad. Thing is, I can make your life a living hell if I want, or I can help make this a cushy assignment until you get your patch. I’ve grown up in the club, I know the drill. When Kayla and I became best friends in the fourth grade, our dads had a talk. Their agreement was she’d come to the house, but never to the club, and there’d be no parties at our house when she’s over. She hasn’t been around ya’ll much at all. Her parents have met my prospect chauffeurs over the years, and they’re mostly chilled about it now, but they’ll need to meet you sometime this week.”

“Basically,” Kayla said from the backseat, “you’re our bitch now. You’re our ride when we need one, and you go get stuff we need, even if it’s tampons at two in the morning. You’ll carry our packages for us when we go shopping at the mall, and if we ask if our ass looks fat when we try on clothes, you’ll be honest and tell it to us straight from a guy’s perspective.”

“And not,” I added, my voice low and deep, “from my father’s viewpoint.” I held my wolf in, so I didn’t growl at him in front of Kayla. “I know you’re supposed to cock-block us, but I also know you can’t actually hurt any of the guys.” He held his hand up, thinking he could silence me, and I said, “Fuck you, asshole. I’ll talk when I fuckin’ want to.”

Now that that is done, please join me in applauding Candace Blevins with us. WHOO! Yeah, I'm not a 'WHOO' kind of girl so just applaud in your head. Or aloud. Whatever works best for you awesome book nerds. 

Q: What is for you the perfect book hero?

I don’t think there’s a single description. I’ve fallen in love with good guys, bad guys, antiheros… I need them to be honest, but otherwise, I’m not sure you can put the perfect hero into a tidy little box.

Q: When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head or is it built progressively?

In the beginning I was a total pantser. Now, I’m kind of a hybrid pantser/planner. I know my characters inside and out before I start, and I know their backstories, as well as the main events of the book, and the basic ending. However, if I do much more than that, my muse gets bored. She often takes the stories in directions I hadn’t intended. We end up at the same ending, but there are often several fun detours, along the way.

Q: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

When I got my first decently-sized royalty check. 

I used to juggle professionally, and I didn’t consider myself a “professional” juggler until I made a good bit of money doing so, as well. For some, the fact they write everyday makes them a writer, and that’s fine for other people, but it wasn’t real for me until I was holding a check.

THANK YOU, CANDACE BLEVINS FOR JOINING US TODAY! It really meant a lot to have you as my first author interview.

Blog you later, awesome book nerds.