RELEASE BLITZ! ♥♥ Love Me Love Me Not ♥♥ by SM Koz!

TITLE: Love Me, Love Me Not
AUTHOR: S.M. Koz
GENRE: New Adult Romance
RELEASE DATE: April 29, 2016

Seventeen-year-old Hailey Brown never wanted to be popular or rich or even successful. All she ever wanted was to feel loved by someone, anyone.

     Eighteen-year-old Brad Campbell doesn’t know anything but popularity, wealth, and success thanks to his affluent family and unmatched talent on the football field.

     When Hailey and Brad are unexpectedly thrown together, will sparks fly or will their differences and unconventional situation prove to be too much of an obstacle?

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SM Koz was born in Michigan, but moved to North Carolina for college and never left.
She enjoys traveling, camping, hiking, photography, reading, spending time with foster kids who temporarily call her house home, and learning new things. When she’s not creating online training for pharmaceutical companies (her day job) or writing, Koz can be found at the local community college taking courses on various topics ranging from digital art to HTML to desktop publishing. Next in line are auto mechanics and cake decorating.
Being trained as a veterinarian, it’s not surprising that Koz and her husband were recently told they have a mini-zoo with their two dogs, fish, cockatiels, and foster cats. In the past, they have also had parakeets and a snake. Other than the fish, all the animals were acquired through rescue organizations, something Koz wholeheartedly supports.
Koz loves interacting with readers and other authors, so check her out on FB, Twitter, or Goodreads links below! 
 
          

 

S.M. Koz has written six novels, but this is only the third to be published. She also designs all her book covers. Each novel has a beautiful cover that captures the reader’s eye immediately.
Her first release, Breaking Free, is a YA contemporary romance/realism story about a teenage girl who struggles with cutting.
Pangalax, is a YA romance/light sci-fi story about a girl forced to abandon her homeland and make a new life on a US space station.
Love Me, Love Me Not, Koz’s newest release, is a NA romance about a 17 year old foster teen named Hailey, who feels she’s doesn’t have a place in the world. All she ever wanted was to feel loved by someone, anyone.
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BOOK TOUR! ~*~ Hunted ~*~ by Shalini Boland!

Hunted

Marchwood Vampire Series, Book 3

by Shalini Boland

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Tour Dates: April 27, 2016

BLURB

A dark and suspenseful vampire

adventure that spans the centuries from modern-day England to the wilds of

ancient Scythia.

Maddy and Alex are running

scared. The Cappadocian vampires are closing in. But Alex is so busy worrying

about the vampires, he can’t see the terrible threat right under his nose…

Something else is hunting

Alexandre. Something ancient and powerful.

Be swept away in this

heart-pounding tale of ancient legend, star-crossed love and nail-biting

supernatural adventure. This is the climatic finale of The Marchwood Vampire

Series. 

EXCERPT

Tommo took his mug of

Cheerios over to his desk and began eating. Over the crunch of cereal, he heard

distant fireworks. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, and already people were

celebrating the New Year. Why was everyone so eager to get to next year,

anyway? Were their lives really so bad that they needed to constantly look

forward to tomorrow and next week and next month and next year?

Hold on… that noise?

He had thought it was fireworks, but… The hair on the back of Tommo’s neck

began to prickle. He realised that the popping sound might not actually be

distant fireworks. It might be something a lot closer – like maybe a light

tapping at his window.

Tommo placed his mug

and spoon down on the desk, and carefully finished chewing the contents of his

mouth. From the dark window, his own scared reflection stared back at him.

Surely he must have imagined the noise. His apartment was four floors up, and

there was no balcony. No tree with branches that could be scraping against the

window. But, there it was again. A rhythmic tap, tap, tap.

Tommo pushed himself

away from the window, his chair rolling backward over the parquet floor. The

tapping had now been replaced by a squeaking sound. What the… Was that a circle

appearing on the window? Yes, someone was drawing a large circle on the window

with their fingernail! He had to be hallucinating. Maybe the milk was off and

he was coming down with food poisoning.

Just then, the circle

of glass moved. It tipped out of the window and crashed onto his computer

monitor. Tommo jumped up in terror, as the glass slid down and landed with a

thud on his desk, unbroken. A rush of frigid air flew into the apartment. Tommo

gasped, too scared to run or even scream.

He had to get out of

here. He had to leave the apartment. But he hadn’t left the apartment in

months. Someone or something was out there in the darkness. An arm came through

the empty circle of air. Tommo panted in fear, pushed the chair out of his way

and backed up against his front door. Someone was climbing through the window.

Coming to get him.

In the blink of a

cursor, that someone appeared in front of him, staring down at his face with

murderous eyes. Tommo shrank back even further, trying to melt into the wooden

door, wishing he had the courage to open it and run away from whoever this was.

‘Who are you?’ he

squeaked. ‘What do you want? Take whatever you need. Just, please, don’t hurt

me.’

‘Tommo,’ the man

said. How did he know his name? This man wasn’t like anyone Tommo had ever met

before. He was blonde and pale, with piercing eyes and the whitest teeth. He

looked like a character from one of his games. He wasn’t quite a man either. More, a boy. But the scariest

boy he’d ever seen. Young and old at the same time. Like an angel, or a devil.

Not… human.

‘You had a visitor

today,’ the man-boy continued, his voice a hissing whisper. The trace of a

foreign accent.

‘A visitor?’ Tommo

repeated. He felt as though he was watching himself from above, his mind

divorced from his body.

‘Yes. A girl.’

‘She came here, yes,’

Tommo stammered.

‘She asked you to do

something for her. But you said no. Why did you say no?’

‘I… I… can do it. If

you want me to do it. I can do what she asked.’

‘Now.’

‘Yes, yeah, sure. It…

it might take a while, though. A few hours at least.’

‘A photograph has

been sent to your phone and to your email,’ the man said. ‘Email back when you

find a match for the girl in the photo.’

‘What happens if I

can’t find a match?’

The man bent down, so

his face was millimetres from his own. ‘Do you see the hole I made in your

window, Tommo?’

Tommo nodded.

‘Look at it,’ the man

said. He took hold of Tommo’s chin and turned his face toward the window, to

the newly made hole. The man’s hand was hard and cold like ice. Not like a

human hand at all.

‘I can see. I can see

the window, and I can see the hole.’

‘Good,’ replied the

man. ‘It’s a long way down, Tommo. A long way down.’

Tommo felt sick. He

felt the Cheerios working their way back up his gullet.

‘Remember,’ the man

said, letting go of Tommo’s chin. ‘Find the girl in the photo.’

And then the man was

gone. Just like that. Gone. And Tommo’s Cheerios finally made a reappearance

all over the parquet floor.

ABOUT

 

 

Shalini Boland lives in Dorset,

England with her husband and two noisy boys. Before kids, she was signed to

Universal Music Publishing as a singer/songwriter, but now she spends her days

writing dark adventures (in between doing the school run and hanging out endless

baskets of laundry).

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releases here: http://eepurl.com/xx65f

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*New Release Countdown* ~Paper Princess~ by Erin Watt!

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Title: The Royals! (Book 1)

Series: (The Royals #1)

Release Date: April 4th

Genre: Young Adult

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From strip clubs and truck stops to southern coast mansions and prep schools, one girl tries to stay true to herself.

These Royals will ruin you…

Ella Harper is a survivor—a pragmatic optimist. She’s spent her whole life moving from town to town with her flighty mother, struggling to make ends meet and believing that someday she’ll climb out of the gutter. After her mother’s death, Ella is truly alone. 

Until Callum Royal appears, plucking Ella out of poverty and tossing her into his posh mansion among his five sons who all hate her. Each Royal boy is more magnetic than the last, but none as captivating as Reed Royal, the boy who is determined to send her back to the slums she came from.

Reed doesn’t want her. He says she doesn’t belong with the Royals.

He might be right.

Wealth. Excess. Deception. It’s like nothing Ella has ever experienced, and if she’s going to survive her time in the Royal palace, she’ll need to learn to issue her own Royal decrees.

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Release Day Blitz * 100 Proof Stud * Author AJ Lape

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Title: 100 Proof Stud

Author: AJ Lape

Genre: Young Adult/Humor/Mystery

Book 3 –  The Darcy Walker Series

Synopsis

Sometimes life smacks you right in the kisser
with a whole lot of ohhhh craaaaap.

Just ask Darcy Walker.
100 Proof Stud picks up four months after No Brainer’s cliffhanger ending, and
Darcy discovers the aftermath pales in comparison to the crisis her heart is
in. All of a sudden it’s raining men, and this teenage heroine’s personal life
turns her inside out.

Before she can sort out her feelings, she chases a spray-painting vandal and
stumbles upon a case of identity theft right in her own backyard. Darcy jumps
into the fray headfirst to prove she can hang with the big boys.

But it’s not just to hang…nope, she’s chasing reward money.

Tapping her band of misfit brothers for help, she turns Valley upside down
trying to unearth the criminals. Problem is, the cloak and dagger goes
high-octane, and she raises the bar on “crazy” in the process.

Bullets ring out…dead bodies appear…and Darcy rubs shoulders with the ultimate
sociopath. In the midst of murder and mayhem, will she finally follow her heart
or build a fortress of lies around it? Will she even get the chance?

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I squeaked open the door to the adjacent
bedroom and was met with an empty twin bed. A rumpled white sheet draped the bed, no comforter. Pivoting around, I did a quick scan of the gray carpet, found nothing overly suspicious or weird, so moved onto the closet.

By that time, Vinnie nipped at my heels. “I’m getting a funny feeling, Dolce. We need to roll.”

My thoughts exactly. But when I opened the walk-in closet and stepped inside, no way in the world would I ever have been prepared for what I’d find. There’s an idiom about skeletons in your closet. Trouble was, the skeleton I’d discovered still had meat on it.

“Vinnie,” I whispered, “there’s a skeleton in the closet.”

Vinnie munched on his moon pie behind me; I heard the crinkle of the wrapper. “Ha-ha, Dolce. Is this some metaphorical test I’m supposed to decipher?”

“No, like a real skeleton that I think is a man.”

Vinnie took one step inside and dropped the f-bomb. Then added mommy-effer.

“Do you smell that?” I asked.

Vinnie’s inhale was audible. “Yeah, smells like O-positive to me.” Loosely rolled in a faded navy comforter were the remains of a man. He lay facedown with a small patch of flesh and short black hair still clinging to his head. This wasn’t the only dead body I’d encountered, and neither was the body of a man I’d found in a dumpster last spring. I, eh, well…I found a head…buried in the sand on vacation in Orlando. I had a habit of stumbling upon dead bodies and/or body parts. Something the majority of people could go a lifetime and not have happen once, I’d experienced one too many times to count. The smell wasn’t as bad as bodies that’d recently expired, but it smelled like death, nonetheless. Death has a peculiar smell you never forget. Covering my nose with my hand, I lifted the tip of my boot and kicked the blanket back, starting at the naked feet. Black boxers framed femurs that barely had any flesh left, and a plain white t-shirt adorned the crumpled torso. A vintage concert t-shirt from The Minstrel Cramps, a local all-girl band popular back in the day, lay beside the corpse’s head. A memory played in the back of my mind I immediately tried to erase.

A memory that’d haunted me since I was nine years old.

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I had a decision to make. I could call the police, or I could dive onto the car. Without another thought, I dove spread eagle onto the hood, a whole lot of don’t-die-a-virgin giving me flight.

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Inhaling deeply, I found my calm, realizing Vinnie and I needed to leave ASAP and phone the authorities. Those plans hit an iceberg because once I joined Vinnie in the front room, I heard a Pfffft. Then another. I was a little slow on the uptake but soon realized the Pfffft was the sound of something striking the couch. Yellowed batting exploded out of a bullet hole in a puff of white smoke.

     Call me a genius, but I didn’t consider this good.

     “Down!” Vinnie roared, launching himself toward me.

     Unfortunately, my legs went moron and glued to the floor. For a moment, I had a flashback of running from a shooter last spring. They say lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place…evidently, it does. My legs felt like rubber, and the room went to a dizzying whirl. Tears welled in my eyes, but I commanded them to dry up. You couldn’t think rationally when you cried. Emotions ruled. I didn’t make the rule; someone else did. Problem was, my tear ducts didn’t comply. I boo-hoo’d like a little girl.

     Vinnie heaved us both off the floor, pitching me his keys I caught in one hand. “Oh, God, Vinnie,” I breathed, adrenaline nearly slicing me in two. This was like a Scarface  shootout, only we didn’t have a gun.

     Vinnie’s eyes glowed black and angry, but he took time to tenderly touch my cheek in an order. “Snap out of it, Dolce. Go. Out the back. I’ll follow.”

     I still couldn’t move.

     When Vinnie whipped off his jacket to do God-knew-what, voices boomed outside as three more gunshots landed on the hardwood floor. The wood splintered into pieces, sawdust pooling like an ant mound. When a sixth shot hit near my feet, I lost my balance and cartwheeled across the floor, landing on my knees. Vinnie snatched me up and shoved me in front of him, clutching my back to his front, acting as a human shield. Praying vehemently he didn’t get struck in 

the mayhem of gunfire, I still was worthless while he kicked out the window and tossed me onto the ground. I landed on all fours, my hands hitting the gravelly dirt of a backyard in need of upkeep. My tights split at the knees, and the air left my body on a hiss. I crawled in an uncoordinated manner like a baby intent on learning a new method of transportation. My eyes blinded with tears, and when I made it around the air conditioning unit, my hands hit something thick and mucousy. Pulling my shaking hand to my eyes, I recognized the red, viscous fluid immediately…blood. Blood that’d partly dried and led me to the body of…oh, God help me… help me.

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The Darcy Walker Series:

Book 1 – Grade A Stupid

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Grade-Stupid-Darcy-Walker-Lape-ebook/dp/B00A4CHNL8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1399590864&sr=1-1&keywords=grade+a+stupid

Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Grade-Stupid-Darcy-Walker-Series/dp/1478376848/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1399590864&sr=1-1

Book 2 – No Brainer

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19168811-no-brainer

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/No-Brainer-Darcy-Walker-Lape-ebook/dp/B00CYR7P50/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid

Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/No-Brainer-Darcy-Walker-Series/dp/1484154207/ref=pd_sim_b_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=11MP46MQRG8GB8KE1MAZ


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Author Information

AJ

A. J. Lape is the Amazon bestselling author of the Darcy Walker Series. She lives in Cincinnati with her husband, two daughters, an ADD dog, a spoiled hamster, and an unapologetic and unrepentant addiction to Coca-Cola–and a lifelong love affair with bacon. If the FBI ever checks her computer, she’ll be wearing prison orange due to the various “wiki” articles she looks up. She swears the dead body, mob, and drug related stuff is only career research.

Find out more about A. J. at http://www.ajlape.com

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Thirteen things you didn’t know about AJ Lape
AKA – Ada Miracle Lape

1. I can dislocate my left shoulder on command.

2. My favorite movie is It’s a Wonderful Life…cry like a baby when George Bailey starts yelling, “I want to live again…I want to live again.”

3. I hate clowns and chicken wings … not necessarily in that order.

4. I’m a notorious sleepwalker. It happens when I’m troubled. As far as I can tell, I always have my clothes on.

5. I had an academic scholarship. I know that’s shocking, but looking at homework today, I’m pretty sure I’m tapped out at fifth grade.

6. I like to shoot 9mm guns…look out Target World, every once in a while you have to walk your inner hillbilly.

7. I started running high school track when I was in the sixth grade. Don’t ask me to run now. After two kids, I pee my pants when I walk across the floor.

8. I’m like Rain Man when it comes to fractions.

9. I used to write and record songs. I won Honorable Mentions in the John Lennon Song Writing Contest and Music City Song Festival. Verrrry short career.

10. I’ve cliff-dived off a 40-foot cliff into a lake…wouldn’t recommend it ..that sucker can burn.

11. I’m the only human I know that got turned down twice when trying to adopt handicapped dogs. What the heck…those dogs would’ve loved me.

12. I would’ve been a police officer or journalist if life didn’t land me where I am.

13. I occasionally have the foul mouth of a truck driver … sorry, Mom and Dad. I try to change it. So far, the message hasn’t made it to the execution part of my brain.

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