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Book Blitz & Giveaway: THE PRINCE OF PUNK ROCK by Jenna Galicki

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Title: The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars #1)

Author: Jenna Galicki

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 21, 2014



I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It’s our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret. It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom. Her only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that these men are one night stands. But when Angel Garcia enters his life, it’s like a match to gasoline.

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is use to getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner.

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband’s bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage. He makes her life hell . . . and heaven. He’s her damnation and her salvation. She wants to hate him. She wants to despise him. But, his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist. Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband’s gay lover.

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom.

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice. Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions.

They aren’t your ordinary rock stars. They’re radical rock stars. And they have a big story to tell.

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Jenna Galicki, Author of Adult Contemporary Romance

Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and three dogs. She’s a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she’s not hunched over a computer breathing life to these strong souls through the written word, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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T.V.S. Blog Tour Stop & Giveaway: Cruisin’ For A Seal by Sharon Hamilton

Cruisin’ For A Seal

(SEAL Brotherhood #5)
By Sharon Hamilton


Marc Beale and several of his brothers from SEAL Team 3 board a cruise ship to bury a fallen buddy’s aches at sea. A risky affair with a beautiful Italian the night before they leave begins to ease his survivor’s guilt.

Sophia Negri, suffering jitters over her engagement, falls for the handsome SEAL and pretends she speaks no English, letting their bodies do the talking. When Marc finds her on the ship and learns Sophia is half American, he is angry at first, but falls for her all over again as they set sail.

Terrorists take over the ship and hold the passengers for ransom, Marc and the other SEALs are the only ones who can stop the plot. Will Marc’s actions be enough to save Sophia or will he have to sacrifice himself to save the woman he loves?

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Marc woke with the
distinct high-pitched siren of an Italian police or ambulance, the see saw of
two notes back and forth that told him he wasn’t in the States. For a brief
moment, he thought perhaps he could be back in Afghanistan.
was draped warmly across his chest. He opened his eyes to see if she still was
as beautiful as he’d remembered her earlier in the day, and found she was
watching him already.
we could talk, honey. I’d tell you how beautiful you are. I’d tell you that you
make me hot all over again just looking at you, and because you don’t
understand, I’d tell you that the way you make me feel, well, I’d be
embarrassed to tell you this, but I—I haven’t felt this good in weeks.”
smiled and touched his lips with her palm, softly silencing him. He ached to be
able to talk to her, and knew, from the position of her head and her eyes that
demurely looked down to his chest that she did too. He saw more than a little
sadness there when she fixated on him again and he found her eyes had watered.
It was reflex, he knew, but his did too.
glanced away quickly and covered his face with the back of his forearm. She
began to trace the frog prints, then the scar on his left side where he’d taken
a glancing round. Her small fingers found the line under his left chin where
the Afghani soldier had tried to garrote him and had paid for it with his life.
kissed all those places, bringing his arm off his face to kiss every frog print
one by one as well. When she was finished, neither of them had tears in their
eyes. Her strong face in the afternoon sunlight splashing on the stucco walls
of her little place would be something he’d remember forever. The mystery woman
who turned his life around and who didn’t even know what gift she’d bestowed.
watched her well-toned and tanned body cross the room, stopping to open the
refrigerator. She pulled out a large bottle of water, put it to her lips and
threw her head back taking a long sip. Her profile with her pert nipples on
ample breasts rising above her flat tummy, contrasted to her powerful thighs
that had hugged him just as surely as her arms had when he made love to her—it
was such a perfect picture he nearly gasped.
held the bottle up, and yes, he nodded. He wanted some. He didn’t care if she
poured the ice water all over his body, he’d stay the course if it meant she’d
love him again. She motioned to his mouth and tilted her head back to tell him
she wanted to pour the water there. God, yes, he would. He opened his lips and
she straddled him, pouring the liquid carefully on his tongue, diverting some
of it to her mouth as well. Tiny trickles of water fell down his neck and cheek
onto her pillow. The dampness accentuated the perfume that arose from her
mouth was chilled but still sent a hot shudder through him as she tongued her
way inside him. Sharing a water bottle had never been sexier. She drank some
and then poured it inside from her mouth to his.
sat up and forced the water bottle from her hand, setting it firmly on the
floor. He threw her on the bed and pinned her beneath him.
he demanded.
giggled and shook her head.
he insisted.
pointed to her temple as if she’d forgotten.
nah you’re not going to play that game with me. You have a name and I want to
know who it is before I fuck you again.”
she said with her Italian eyes widening. “Ah, Englise.” She pointed to her
temple again.
you understand the word fuck, but not name? Namo, dammit.”
laughed, arching those impossibly beautiful breasts into him, her fingers
playing with the long strands of her hair. He was getting annoyed she wouldn’t
tell him what he obviously wanted. Her eyes flashed as she danced with his
heart. As she wrapped his waist with her legs, daring him.
knew it was best to keep the woman happy. But it irritated him she was playing
with him so obviously. As he plunged in, perhaps too needily he rocked her bed
loudly with his thrusts. The windows shook and something fell to the floor,
like a picture, and broke. She laughed and he kept pumping her to oblivion.
Until she stopped laughing and then ran her palms over his shoulders and upper
arms, back up to his face, tracing his lips, as he drew her fingers into his
mouth and sucked them.
kept up the desperate action of his hips as if he could make them both fly away
somewhere, somewhere they could speak together. Somewhere he could tell her
what she was making him feel, so he could hear it from her mouth what she felt.
It became important, urgent.
could already tell when she was going to orgasm. She sucked in air and that
long wonderful rolling cry, riddled with the sounds of their flesh slapping
against each other filled his heart with music.
            I can take you places, baby. Places you’ve
never seen. Give me half a chance and I will worship the ground you walk on,
even if it’s only for this glorious afternoon. I want you to smell me in your
sheets and call to me and I’ll come to you. Again and again. I’m coming to you,
dressed after a long shower and more play. He knew it was a tiny bit of grief
creeping back in. Separation was a problem for him. The cappuccino helped.
Their affair ended the same way it began, on the Piazza overlooking the boats
with sirens still dotting the early evening air. He smelled like her lemon
shower gel, but his insides wore her aura like a warm blanket he would never be
rid of.
he watched her walk away down the streets, noticing she didn’t turn around to
say goodbye, he thought perhaps he saw her hand up to her face, but wasn’t
sure. He knew, with the cruise leaving in the morning, and her refusal to give
him her name, there was no future there for them. He did have her address. He’d
written it in his little notebook. He’d try a bouquet of flowers, maybe a
letter. Perhaps they could write, have someone translate. Perhaps the long
distance would help them become friends first, though god knew they were well
suited for each other in bed. He’d never felt so complete with her.
got the book out to find the page, just as she turned the corner and was gone
from sight. Opening it to the place where he’d written her address was
something she’d written in Italian.
underneath her words, she’d written her name,

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About the Author
NYT and USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.
A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: “Book One: The Girl (The Sanctum)” by Madhuri Blaylock

Book One: The Girl

(The Sanctum)
By Madhuri Blaylock

The Sanctum, an all-powerful governing body founded by ten families, entrusted to maintain the peace amongst Magicals and ensure the ignorance of humans, has been corrupted by greed and savagery for generations, but is all Wyatt Clayworth has ever known.
Dev, the hybrid demon prophesied to bring an end to The Sanctum and destroy the world for Magicals and humans alike, is not what Wyatt expected to find when sent out on his latest mission. Believed to be hunting a killing machine, Wyatt finds little more than a broken girl with haunted eyes and a bit of a death wish. Drawn to one another for reasons they cannot begin to explain to themselves, much less anyone else, Wyatt is determined to protect Dev and help her realize her mission to avenge the deaths of her family at the hands of The Sanctum.
Set against the backdrop of New York City, THE GIRL is described as “outstanding, original, complex, deep and intoxicating”, a “well written, unique…fast-paced read” that begins as one girl’s simple quest for revenge and evolves into a complicated tale of trust, friendship, honor and love.
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Without making a sound, Wyatt quickly found the exact place he was seeking. Ducking under some low-hanging tree branches, he ventured into the dark, partially-hidden lair only to be met with a less-than-welcoming blade at his throat. Dev had moved slightly from the hiding place Wyatt left her and although the lower half of her body remained immobile, her arms were functioning just fine, as evidenced by the blade drawing a thin trickle of blood from Wyatt’s neck. One wrong move and she would certainly kill him. 
Wyatt slowly brought his hands up to Dev’s, wrapped his fingers around hers and painstakingly maneuvered the blade away from his neck. Only then did he dare make eye contact with her.
“You didn’t really think I was just going to leave you here, did you?” Wyatt asked as he moved to retrieve his blade from Dev. 
She wasn’t quite ready to give it up and slashed at Wyatt’s outstretched hand, managing to nick his wrist.
“Crap!” Wyatt sat back on his heels, holding his wrist, and laughed, “fair enough. I deserved that. I should have told you I was coming back, but I couldn’t risk Ryker overhearing or suspecting anything. Trust me, if he thought I was coming back for you he would have spent all night watching me like a hawk. So I left you and walked away and it worked. Now get over it and give me back my blade.”
Despite the laughter in his voice, Wyatt wasn’t playing. He wanted his blade. Her name was Odara and she had been handed down the Clayworth line since the witnessing of The Code of Ten. She was sharper than any Raven blade and fit his hand like a glove. Many had fought and died at his hand thanks to Odara. She was his protector and he wanted her back where she belonged, safely strapped to his hip.
“Kill me,” Dev offered the blade at a price.
Wyatt stood up tall and glared down at Dev, clenching his jaw in irritation. 
“Kill me,” Dev challenged him again, taunting him with her smug stare and grim request.
With blinding speed, Wyatt landed on Dev, knocking her to the ground. Before she even realized what was happening, he locked down her arms and liberated his blade from her grasp. Wyatt hovered above Dev, inches from her face, momentarily tempted to slice her throat and end all of this drama. She couldn’t move a muscle. 
“You are in no position to bargain with me,” Wyatt angrily whispered, never taking his eyes off of hers. “I am faster and stronger than you. So don’t even think about toying with me like that again.”
Wyatt pushed himself off of her, replaced Odara at his hip and grinned mischievously. “For the record, my blade isn’t worth your life. I just want it back. And I asked nicely the first time.”
Dev remained in her prone position, staring up at Wyatt, uncertain of her next move. She didn’t have the strength necessary to pull herself into a seated position and she definitely was not going to ask for help. 
“What?” Wyatt stared down at Dev, knowing she needed help to get up but determined to make her ask for it.
Even in the darkness, Dev could see Wyatt’s eyes sparkling with amusement. He was thoroughly enjoying this little moment between the two of them. His pleasure made her wish she had slit his throat when she had the chance. Rather than requesting his assistance, Dev focused every ounce of her energy on rolling over onto her stomach. If she could do that, she could easily pull herself into a sitting position, Wyatt be damned. She closed her eyes and focused every fiber of her being on the task at hand but nothing happened. Her body failed to react. It didn’t even twitch. The body that had so beautifully saved her from certain death at the hands of those Sanctum fools just hours earlier now couldn’t even roll over. She shook with frustration, wanting to scream to the heavens in rage, knowing such action was futile and beneath her. So she took a calming breath, opened her eyes and glared at Wyatt.
“Ahhhh, you’re back. I was starting to miss your charming scowl,” Wyatt bent low and absentmindedly pushed some of Dev’s hair out of her eyes, “was getting worried there for a second.”
Dev grabbed his hand in her vice-like grip. She hated him and his snarky comments.
“I realize you don’t like me,” Wyatt pulled his hand out of her grasp and gently placed his arms around Dev, helping her to sit, unable to look at her lying helplessly on the ground for another second, “but I’m all you’ve got so by all means, continue simmering in your hatred for me but do so with the understanding that I’m on your side. 
“All this stabbing and cutting nonsense has got to end. If you want to hurt me, just imagine it, okay? Pretend. Don’t actually do it. I heal quickly but it still hurts like hell.”
“Now we’ve got to get out of here fast,” Wyatt checked his watch, alarmed at how much time had passed since he jumped out of his window, “and you still can’t walk, which means I’m going to have to pick you up again. Whether you’re okay with it or not.”
He leaned back on his heels and waited, for some reason hoping Dev would respond, all the while knowing she would not. Dev listened with keen interest to every word coming out of Wyatt’s mouth. She most certainly didn’t like him, but she had to respect his determination. He fully intended to get her out of this park and to somewhere safe and against her better judgment, a tiny part of her was relieved. It was the same, small part of her that was fiercely drawn to him, like a sickness almost. And it was the part of her she most wanted to destroy. 
Dev hardened her resolve, focused on her intense hatred for all things Sanctum and shut down. 
For an instant, Wyatt thought he saw a spark in Dev’s eyes and just as quickly, it was gone. At that moment, for reasons unknown to himself, Wyatt resigned himself to a one-sided relationship with her, one completely based upon his will to help her. He stood up and reached for her, praying she didn’t have a blade hidden somewhere, knowing that if she did, this time she would definitely kill him. To his surprise, Dev wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed Wyatt to scoop her up and into his arms, but he thought nothing more of it, knowing full well she was merely using him to further her agenda. 
And that was all right.

About the Author

Madhuri Blaylock is a lawyer by day, writer and avid shoe and dress buyer at all other times. She lives in Jersey City, but her heart remains firmly planted in Brooklyn via Snellville, Georgia. Her husband, Henry, is also a lawyer, and only a lawyer because he actually likes being a lawyer (go figure), probably always wanted to be a lawyer and is really, really good at all things lawyerly. He’s also pretty hot.

She’s got a big kid, Miss Sydney, and a little kid, the one and only Dash. They’re awesome and fierce and supremely cool and able to make her laugh at the strangest things. She would love to add a dog, some chickens, a goat and a burro to this crew. Everyone needs a burro.

Some of her favorites, in no particular order: ice cream, Kill Bill, four-inch heels, Matt Damon, tattoos, Laini Taylor, scotch on the rocks, The Sanctum trilogy, Martha’s Vineyard, “The Girl” aka her Mini, Rihanna, Doc Martens, tulips, Coach and Tami, photo booths and dancing like a fool.

One day she plans to grow up. Right now, she’s enjoying the adventure.

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