Blog Tour : Sex God by J.A Melville

 
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BOOK: SEX GOD
AUTHOR: J.A MELVILLE

ILLUSTRATOR: BIANCA EBERLE

EDITOR: KAREN BAKER

PUBLISHER: J.A MELVILLE

MAY 13 – MAY 26, 2017

 
 
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Synopsis:
 
Shay Vidal. .
.
 
Women call me the Sex God. Why? It’s simple.
When it comes to sex, I really am that good.
It’s not my ego talking. It’s a fact. I get it screamed at me all the
time.
Men want to be like me. Women
want to be with me.
 
The thing is. . .
It’s all an act.
I’m damaged goods. . .
 
Lyla’s different. She’s dangerous.
She’s the forbidden fruit. And I’m tempted to take a bite.
 
Lyla Costa. . . 
 
I’m tired of having to fake it in the bedroom.
All I seem to attract are Sex Duds.
Until my brother introduces me to his friend
Shay.
A Sex God would make a change from a Sex Dud.
I’m a relationship kind of gal and he’s a one
night only deal.
 
The man is hot though. . .
He’s sex on two legs. . .
He is tempting. . .
 
It would be nice to see what all the fuss is
about. . . 

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Sex-God-J-Melville-ebook/dp/B071DQVHRM

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sex-God-J-Melville-ebook/dp/B071DQVHRM

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Sex-God-J-Melville-ebook/dp/B071DQVHRM

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/d/Sex-God-J-Melville-ebook/B071DQVHRM

 

About the Author
 
From my teenage years, all I wanted to do was become a writer one day. Even now as an adult woman with three children who are not so little any more, I’ve always lived with my head in the clouds, a dreamer, often amusing myself with my own imagination.
 
It might have taken me awhile to finally live my dream, but I did it. 
 
I’m a sucker for romance and love some spice in the books I read, so no surprise really that I like to write romance with some spice too. I love this thing I do, letting the characters in my head have their voice, but sometimes I wish they wouldn’t choose the middle of the night to try and get my attention.
 
I write erotic romance and paranormal erotica, and like trying to challenge myself with every book I write. 
 
I live in a sleepy country town in Australia with my three children plus our 4 cats and my little dog who thinks he’s a big dog. My life is complete and utter bedlam most of the time but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 
 
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Cover Reveal : Treading the Traitor’s Path: Out Bad

 
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Treading the Traitor’s Path: Out Bad

 

Release date: Sept. 18, 2017

 

Book #2 in the ‘Neither This, Nor That’ MC series by MariaLisa deMora

 

 

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Model, James Clippinger – www.instagram. com/ jamesclippinger/

Artist, Debera Kuntz

 

 

Fate is a fickle mistress. No matter a man’s desires, she tends to give with one hand, and take with the other. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to her, as long as there’s balance.

 

 

Ralph Lewis, otherwise known as Po’Boy, made one decision that changed the trajectory of his entire life. On the losing end of a schoolyard fight, he’d been on his back in the dust, glaring up at the boy who’d flattened him. Had watched unbelieving as that same boy stretched out his hand, offering to help Ralph to his feet. Against every instinct, he had accepted.

 

 

In that instant, he went from friendless pariah to having a partner and ally. For the first time in his life, he was respected … and feared. Po’Boy spent the next decade defending his position at his best friend’s side. Life was good. Fate has a way of taking back the reins, though.

 

 

A long-ago action places him directly in the crosshairs of their enemies, and circumstances force Po’Boy’s hand. Members of motorcycle clubs, men like him who live an outlaw’s life don’t treat kindly with traitors, and in their world, that is what Po’Boy has become.

 

 

With events threatening to pull him away from everything he holds dear, he’s made to walk a careful line to keep those he loves safe. Bound by silence, for his brothers’ sake, he’ll suffer through the worst thing that can happen to a man who lives and breathes the brotherhood. Out Bad.

 

 

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Book Review : Orphan Train

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This is a story involving a real period in history when children, who were orphaned or just given away, had been put on train from one state to another state of the U.S.A. into the care of a new family.
The children in this story were intrusted to families in many cases to help with household chores or cheap labor and the family was supposedly to give in return food, shelter and schooling. The sad fates on the children in this tale make hard reading and the negligence of those that handed them over shocking and careless. These new carers had no suitable checks their personalities their behaviors and minds were damaging to the characters in this story. There is a some joy for the main girl of this story eventually after being in the hands of harm they found some safety.
This story is told through two women, a teen Molly, and an elderly lady Vivian.
They both meet due to Molly, who lives with foster parents, having to do some community service time, she is pointed in the direction of Vivian who has a large home and an attic that needs cleaning out and sorting. What she finds is that she embarks in a conversation on the past of this wise woman, Vivian, and her life that partook in her being on an orphan train. This woman Vivian tells her journey, her harrowing experiences. She tells of the people she encountered in her youth, her journey makes heartbreaking reading.
She was a young red head from Ireland whose family when arriving in the USA found life very tough, and when the 1930′s depression era hit they found it even harder.
Together in their conversation and speaking of their past their piece together and settle some pains and reunite lost hearts.

A great important story that was handled wonderfully by this very capable writer.

I loved this book :-). I had never heard of the Orphan Trains so it was great to learn something while reading. The parts of the book set in the past were my favorite although I did like Molly’s story as well. I had a few tears at the end. Looking forward to the movie :-).

 

Watcher by MariaLisa deMora



Title: Watcher


Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC, #9


Author:  MariaLisa deMora


Genre: MC Romance


Release Date: November 14, 2016


 

Synopsis
Watcher is known in the MC community as a man with strong beliefs. His sense of honor has been built in him from childhood, forged in the mountains of Kentucky, rooted there by family and circumstance. In the ever-changing world of outlaws, he’s made a place for himself, winning a seat at the table for negotiations and decisions that impact not only his club, but those around him. Powerful men ask for his counsel, revealing a trust and respect that can only be earned. His family loves and supports him, too, and he protects his wife and children with a fierceness that consumes. Enemies loom on the horizon, because for every man he calls brother, there are those who would take everything from him.
Full description:

Michael Otey learned early in life that people outside the ranks of family and close friends were not to be trusted. They were the kind of folks who would use you right up, betraying and throwing you away once your usefulness was exhausted. At sixteen, life nearly derailed in a moment of rage, he was presented with two impossible choices. He selected a track, prayed it was the right one, and set foot on the path of honor, because even at such a young age, he knew honor mattered.

Almost immediately things started looking up in his life. The Army molded him into a soldier, giving him no choice but to excel. Through years of service, the men in his unit forced him to become a leader, moving him to that role by demonstrating with every action that they believed he was trustworthy. Brothers in arms.
That was when death and destruction once again rocked his world, forcing another impossible choice. Pierced through with a thirst for vengeance, raging and alone, he gravitated towards the kind of men who shared his feelings. Hard men, but ones filled with an unshakable sense of honor. Members of a motorcycle club who were not afraid to wreak devastation in support of the found family they shared. The Outriders MC. Brothers in spirit.
To escape the ghosts haunting them both, his older brother had launched his own club, filled with veterans and soldiers. His brother’s stories about his members set up a longing deep inside him, and Mike found himself reaching towards the forgiveness and peace his brother had found. But, in an atmosphere drowning in blood and hate, peace was hard to find. Determined to start fresh, it wasn’t long before Mike, now known as Watcher, followed his brother west, finding a true home as a Southern Soldiers. Brothers in truth.
Then, on what should have been a routine run into Old Mexico, Watcher was confronted by both loss and hope. He saved a doe-eyed beauty from a life branded by pain, but in turn lost the last close link to his family. In her it seemed he found a reason for carrying on, even perhaps a chance at love. As he rebuilt his life, he vowed to keep her safe and the club strong, promising to protect everything that mattered. Brothers. Family. Honor. To do that, Watcher would need to open long-tattered connections to Kentucky, reaching far into his pain-filled past and calling on Davis Mason and the Rebel Wayfarers MC.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.

– Nietzsche

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Excerpt
From Chapter 1: Kentucky backwoods
Fifteen-year-old Michael Otey stood at the top of the path, shoulders back, long arms relaxed at his sides. His ma promised he’d grow into his reach soon, said Mikey just had to be patient. From where he waited, right where the path doglegged sharply, he could see the pitch in the grade as the dirt track plunged down the steep mountainside towards the holler. He was watching his pa and one of their neighbors walk the trail that led towards the mine entrance. Not quite dawn, the early light streaming through the fog-filled air created odd shadows, making the men appear as dark silhouettes—featureless and eerie when glimpsed through the trees. His pa turned just before the path crooked at the bottom of the hill and waved, one long arm extending far over his head and holding there until Mikey waved back.
Next year Mikey would be pacing the same trail alongside them, taking his turn in the elevator to be deposited into the bowels of the earth. Not yet, though. His pa was adamant Mikey not take the burden on until he was at least sixteen.
Turning and jogging five long strides off the path and into the woods, Mikey oriented himself, then set off at a steady trot back home, staying off the path for this leg of the trip. Eyes down, he scanned the ground ahead and to either side, occasionally stopping to collect black morel mushrooms growing from the hillside. Practiced motions allowed him to leave the roots intact, the soft stems of the black and gray fungus falling to the pinching pressure of thumb meeting fingertip. Elbow tucked inside the bag slung over his shoulder, Mikey cradled the mushrooms in both hands as he opened the container and placed them inside. With a self-satisfied grin, he allowed himself a moment of pride at the haul he would be dropping on his mama’s table in about five minutes. Morels were a cash crop on a good week and a stew-stretcher on a bad one. She would be well pleased because most of the ‘shrooms were big and clean.
In the barn later that afternoon, he’d been working his way through the daily list of jobs, and was measuring out chicken feed. This was normally Tabby’s chore, but at only six, she was too short to reach the bottom of the barrel, and was prone to lean too far, tipping herself inside. So, when it was nearly empty, as it currently was, dipping out a scoop or two of grain on her behalf was far easier than retrieving an angry little sister from the depths of the round prison. It hadn’t happened often, but for him even once was too much, so if he were in a place to do so, he would meet her in the barn of an evening and help fill her bucket. Mikey was head-and-chest inside the barrel, scraping down near the bottom, having tuned out her little voice ratchet-jawing away above him. Tabby was jabbering animatedly about a dolly she’d seen in the mail-order catalog and how her birthday was only four months away when he felt it come over him. A spine-tingling strangeness washing through the air like soot before a storm.
First was the stillness. It seemed like noises were caught on the wind like cottonwood seeds in a cobweb; the waves of sound suspended as if they were dust motes in a sunbeam.
Then Pa’s old mare squealed. The normally sedate horse kicked out hard at the walls of her wooden stall, the sounds she made were both sharp and dull at the same time.
The earth underneath his feet stretched, jolting everything in the barn. It set the tools hanging from the long wall jangling discordantly against each other. Thinner metallic pings of hay tongs fighting against deeper gongs from shovels and rakes. Rattling and tumbling off the wall, falling in an awkward heap along the edge of the floor. Tabby’s voice, raised in a shout, quickly cut off. As fast as the ground had lifted, it seemed scarcely a breath later when it fell back into place, the shudder that accompanied it moving through Mikey’s bones, setting his teeth to aching as it tumbled him into the barrel headfirst. He pressed his hands to the sides of the container, legs kicking, arms working to edge himself backwards.
Finally, sound re-entered the world with a rush, coming with the faraway shrill racket of the emergency whistle three hollers over. Tinny and high-pitched when heard from his location, he knew if he were closer—when he stood under the tower during one of their monthly tests—the sound would beat like a fist, threatening to split his head down the middle with its ferocity. Tabby’s frightened questions echoed through the metal, words warped until they were unrecognizable. “Hold on,” he told her, shoving again and feeling the barrel’s metal lip bite into his waist. “Can’t hear ya, Tabby. Hold on.”
He had barely extracted himself from the barrel when Ma ran into view, coming to a halt in the barn doorway. Chest heaving from her sprint from the house, her eyes were wide and nearly as frightened as the mare’s, showing whites all around. “Mikey,” she half screamed, half yelled, “you see to Tabby. I’ma goin’ to the mine.” She didn’t even wait for his response. She simply whirled on her heel and then raced away, long legs eating the distance, toes flying out in front of her to punch down into the ground. Then her knee lifted and she hit her stride, the kick of her muscles driving her on again. He stood and stared at the slowly swinging door for a long time. Long after she was out of sight. Long after Tabby had gone quiet—questions lodged in her throat as the seriousness settled onto her. Long enough for the siren to cut off, winding down to a silence more painful than the whistle had been.
Something bumped into his hip, and he looked down to see Tabby had her face buried in his side, arms wrapped around his waist. Her grabbing him hadn’t registered, but the sight—her bucket, empty but still dangling from her arm, handle digging into her skin, swinging once again to tap lightly at his hip—broke him from the paralysis threatening to swallow him whole. Carefully peeling her off him, he took the bucket and dropped it into the barrel, then bent in and filled it. “Here you go, Tabs,” he said gently, straightening and holding it out. A taste of normal would help settle them both. “Go take care of the hens.”
She reached and took the bucket from his hands, her little arms strained with the weight. Still facing away from him, her words asked the empty doorway, “When’s Ma gonna be home?”
“I don’t know, Tabs.” Gaze on the same doorway, bereft of movement, stripped of hope, he repeated himself, underscoring his feelings of helplessness at the moment. “I don’t know.”
© MariaLisa deMora

 

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Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.”

A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a publishing company for a couple decades.

Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live music. My favorite thing with music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila, then that’s a plus!”

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Book Review: What Light by Jay Asher

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I went back and forth on this, because I genuinely hate leaving bad reviews for authors, particularly authors whose past work I’ve admired. In this one though- I think it’s important that parents/educators get a heads up about some of the messaging. There will be spoilers below, so please stop reading if you’re uncomfortable with that

This book centers around the romance between Sierra, whose parents run a Christmas tree lot that takes her to California for a month each season, and Caleb- a boy she meets with a shady past. We learn pretty quickly that Caleb’s past centers around badly reacting to his parents divorce in a way that made him once run after his sister with a knife, and begin stabbing her bedroom door. We’re told over and over again that this was an accident, that he never *really* meant to hurt his sister, and that he’s a charming nice guy who needs to be given a second chance.

I wonder if Mr. Asher ever considered how toxic a message that is to write for an audience of primarily teenage girls: That a boy who went into a violent rage could be charming and kind in spite of it, and that warning messages from her parents and friends can be ignored if he seems like a really good guy underneath it. Teen dating violence is an issue that puts (mostly) young women at risk, and I really dislike that this narrative centers around ignoring some pretty real warning signs of problems in the name of romance. Sierra also seemed to only exist as a character to fix Caleb’s problems- she was a pretty boring blank slate of a character, overly preoccupied with fixing everything for a boy who she had just met, knew had a violent past, and immediately jumped into fixing.

All of the characters aside from Caleb, including Sierra seemed like hollow stereotypes- especially her friends. Their relationships seemed like exactly what they were: and adult man’s impression of what teenage girl friendships are like. (Mostly centered around boys and shopping, with a little fake and overwrought drama)

It also meandered- for a book that was meant to take place over a four week period, I feel like I lost a year of my life. I had to force myself to keep reading several times.

I feel like the story Mr. Asher really wanted to tell was Caleb’s- and it’s a real shame his editor didn’t help him center the book around him, rather than making it a book about a girl who makes this boy the center of her world, immediately and without any judgment about possible repercussions.

I wouldn’t recommend, and if your daughter/student reads this- I’d probably try and layer in a conversation about the risks of dating violence, of warning signs, of girls not trying to do all the emotional work of “saving” a boy… and I’d try and get them to read some of the books about this topic.

13 Reasons Why did a good job in some cases of explaining how rape culture can hurt a teenage girl over time. This one made a girl taking on all the emotional burdens of a boy’s bad judgement into a romance and encouraged girls to ignore real warnings signs that a boy could be violent and a threat to them.

Cover Reveal : Duplicity By Lisa J Hobman.

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Book: Duplicity
Author: Lisa J Hobman
Estimated Release: December
Cover Designed by: JC Clarke of the Graphics Shed
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Synopsis

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Fin Hunter has spent his life striving for his father’s elusive love and approval by following a life path set out for him and not of his own choosing. However, when he is yet again blamed for something out of his control, he snaps. Deciding to stand on his own two feet, he chooses to follow his true passion – music. But will he find real happiness?

Star Mendoza is living her dream in Edinburgh, a place she discovered in British novels while growing up in a small USA town. Now working in a city coffee shop, the tattooed, pink-haired young woman fantasises about the handsome businessman she serves on a daily basis. He’s totally out of her league but a girl can dream. Suddenly he stops calling in only to show up again in the most unlikely of places. Could her fantasy now become a reality? Or is the attraction of opposites doomed to fail?

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About The Author

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I’m a happily married mum with two crazy dogs and a thing for men with tattoos! In May 2012 I relocated from Yorkshire to my favourite place in the world, Scotland. The time since then has been a rollercoaster!

I love writing, singing and I’m very passionate about music. My tastes are quite eclectic.

My debut novel Bridge Over the Atlantic was shortlisted in the 2014 RoNA awards and I have written many more since!

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