Friday, October 30, 2015

Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Book Tour #Romance #Suspense @bitchesbewritin #Mafia #Crime




Welcome to the Book Tour for Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1: A Roman Crime Family Novel. This novel is a dark and tasty tale which may remind you of the Sopranos, only so much better. Already climbing the suspense and anthology charts on Amazon, it is sure to skyrocket to a best seller in no time. Oh and did we mention that there are five other books in this series? Mark our words readers these characters will take you on one hell of a ride. So prepare yourselves, because things are about to get dicey!




Fire Meet Gasoline... 

When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door...or at his club. 

Nick was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire… 

Nick Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist… 

Working at Takers Gentleman's Club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. 

See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost? 

***Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 6 to 8 weeks, at approximately 12000 to 15000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.*** 

An Unofficial Soundtrack for Fallen Angel by Cameron Skye

I’ve been asked on several occasions if my ebook series, Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance were to become a movie, what songs would I include on the soundtrack.

I gave this serious thought and even had a few good laughs over it. See, these books are based in part on events from my life. So, to come up with a soundtrack would be like putting music to parts of my own life.

So, after much thought.

Here are my picks for an unofficial soundtrack.

Fire Meet Gasoline
I choose this song for what would be the opening credits. For me, it sets the tone for the overall series. The chorus perfectly defining Nick and Jess’s relationship from day one.

Fire meet gasoline.
Fire meet gasoline.
I’m burning alive.
I can barely breathe.
When you’re here loving me.
Fire meet gasoline.

Hot Child in the City
This song was picked by Nick for Jess’s audition at his gentlemen’s club, Takers. I think it defines his first thoughts about her perfectly.

Danger in the shape of something wild.
Stranger dressed in black she's a hungry child.
No-one knows who she is or what her name is.
I don't know where she came from or what her game is.

Madonna – Justify My Love
While many have said the relationship between Jess and Nick went way too quickly, the truth is the two of us (me and my Nick) did hook up within three days of meeting each other.

*hangs head*

What can I say…there really was just a crazy, intense chemistry between the two of us. =)

The reason this song was chosen was, I felt the lyrics portrayed Jess’s thoughts about Nick at the time in the story. 

Yearning, burning.
For you to justify my love.
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me - tell me your dreams.
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears.
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories.
I'm not afraid of who you are.
We can fly!

And…boy oh boy did they fly =)

Leona Lewis – Bleeding Love
Jess had many people warn her about getting involved with Nick. They tried their hardest to pull her out of the insanity before she got hurt. She however, like an idiot, didn’t listen to them.

At this point in the story she is totally and completely in love with Nick. Regardless of how many times she got cut open by his love.

Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud.
Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt.
Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling.

But nothing's greater than the rush.
That comes with your embrace.
And in this world of loneliness I see your face.
Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy.
Maybe, maybe.
But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you.

Rihanna – Russian Roulette
Jess was pulled into Nick’s business world regardless of if she wanted to be or not. I felt the following lyrics just seemed poetic for the moment they found themselves alone in his private bathroom.

Say a prayer to yourself.
He says: "close your eyes. Sometimes it helps."
And then I get a scary thought.
That he's here means he's never lost.
And you can see my heart beating.
You can see it through my chest.
Said I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving.


David Guetta – Dangerous
When Jess returns to the booth in Miami, this song is playing in the background. She swore Nick requested it. I can see why lol.

I can hear the sirens burning.
Red lights turning.
I can’t hold back now.
So hold on tight.

Coldplay – Fix You
Jess wants Nick to fix all the problems in my life. She needed his love to be a light to guide her out of a very dark period in her life. However, Nick cannot fix her nor can she fix all the things that were wrong with him.

All the demons chasing both of them wouldn’t allow either to do so.

To this day I still love the light in him (my real Nick) and it will always guide me home.

Tears stream down your face.
When you lose something you cannot replace.
Tears stream down your face and I.
Tears stream down your face.
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes.
Tears stream down your face and I.
Lights will guide you home.
And ignite your bones.
And I will try to fix you.

One More Night – Vault
The lyrics to this song seem to express everything between Jess and Chris. In Part 5, Jess was laying…dying. She found nobody there. Her hope was to be given one last night. With Nick. For Nick.

Ghosts and silhouettes.
They take a piece of me, they want it all.
Oh but to wait in an empty room.
With the feeling that is closing in.
I had a dream I was dying.
But I found nobody there.
And if one last night is all that we've been given.
Let's live it like we care.
For one last night.

Sleep to Dream – Fiona Apple
In Book 5, things come to a head between Jess and Connie. Afterwards, Jess takes the stage. This song is playing at her request. I think the lyrics outline the anger she felt toward both Nick and Connie. Mostly Nick.

I have never been.
So insulted in all my life.
I could swallow the seas.
To wash down all this pride.
First you run like a fool.
Just to be at my side.
And now you run like a fool.
But you just run to hide.
And I can't abide
.

I can’t wait till Part 6 in this series is complete. Initially, we planned on making the last book in the series. However, there is so much more to tell about Nick and Jess’s journey. We’re still deciding if we want to keep going with part 7, etc or start a new chapter. Stay tuned. We’ll let you know the moment we do.

Either way, I’ll have to update the list to include songs from the other books. I do know the song that I would choose to play during the ending credits. Skylar Grey’s I know you. Nick and Jess, do know each other. The good and bad. Their love taking it to a deep and spiritual level.

It’s what makes their love so special.

I know you Baby- Skylar Grey
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_aMvIDIzSo
I’d love to hear your ideas on what songs should be included on the unofficial soundtrack. Who knows? Maybe someday they will be.
What? A girl can dream, right? *winks*
If you haven’t already, make sure to check out our Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Series. Parts 1-5 are available now at amazon. #Free with #KindleUnlimited

Take Care

Cameron~





well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
​but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

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Monday, October 26, 2015

#SciFi Book Tour for The Argon Factor by Heather Harlow @HeatherMHarlow #Kindle




Welcome to the Book Tour for Heather Harlow's The Argon Factor. This is an exciting, edge of your seat and action packed story about what could happen in our future if technology gets ahead of us. Already climbing the Sci-Fi and Fantasy charts it has reached both the #1 slots for Universe and Solar System. Oh and did we mention that there is an attraction in this story lurking just beneath the surface? Mark our words readers this is going to be a good one. So strap yourselves in, because this is your first stop on The Argon Factor book tour. 



In a futuristic world, where Earth’s cities are still recovering from being ravaged by gang wars, cyber crime is at it’s peak and threatens the world’s digitized monetary supply. 

Susan Caldwell is a newly hired security development manager at GTS, the company that controls the world’s monetary supply and data. The sophisticated systems have been hacked and now people on Susan’s team are being killed while they try to fix the breach. 

Susan, who trusts no man, must rely upon the GTS CEO, Christoph Baldric, to keep her safe. Little does she know that he’s the Argon alien commander on Earth. She’s not interested in him, doesn’t want a hookup with him, but is extremely attracted to him. Susan has her own plans and will be having a baby through the fertility clinic. She’s excited about her pending future, that is, if she is still alive. 

Christoph Baldric’s mission is to protect the Earth’s humans and nurture them so that eventually his people can merge with the humans. Christoph’s planet, Argon, was blown up when their major sun exploded into a black hole. The people of Argon have been studying and nurturing Earth for many millennia as a new, potential home. Now is the time to make Earth their home and begin merging with Earth’s humans, making both races stronger. 

But first, the Argonians must save Earth from the Grogan’s, the Argon nemesis from their home universe, Baldracon, who want to eliminate all life on Earth and take the planet for their own.

 





Heather Harlow has wanted to be an author since adolescence.  The Argon Factor is her first book in a series about aliens from the planet Argon.
She’s always been a fan of superheroes:  Batman and Robin, Spiderman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Six Million Dollar Man, and the Bionic Woman.
She likes sci-fi movies and series, like Star Trek and Battle Star Galactica. More recently, she’s been enjoying the Avenger movies. In addition to her sci-fi interests, she’s a romantic.   Therefore, it was natural for her to write about science fiction and combine it with a human interest story that has sex and romance in it.
Heather graduated from University of Memphis (BBA) and Tennessee Technological University (MBA).  Her day job is in IT at a major telecommunications company.  She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her dogs, Mickey (13), a Golden Retriever, Jack (5mos), a black Lab/shepherd mix, and two cats, Smokey and Cali.
She loves wine, good music, great food, the beach, swimming, exercising, football (college and NFL), World Cup Soccer, and NHL Playoffs.




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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Madeline Archer's, The Changeling Book Tour presented by @SensuousPromos #Sweet #PNR #Fantasy



Welcome to the Book Tour for Madeline Archer's The Changeling. This is a sweet paranormal love story which has just been made available, but it's already gaining interest and climbing the Amazon charts. 


Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own. 

Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.




Excerpt~Setting the Stage:

Three babies are born one night in a convoluted, yet calculated, turn of events. The first infant is cruelly torn from his grieving mother’s arms and swapped for another to be raised a changeling. The third child dies shortly after birth. In a daring act of love, the first infant replaces the third before his new mother knows her own child has died. Or that’s the plan…

November 1, 1867

Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.

Pressing flat to the wall, she listened for the stableman, but heard only the muffled sound of stabled horses and the hoot of a distant owl. It was imperative that no one — upstairs or down —  see her. She peered around the corner and watched as her sister disappeared through the hedge. Pulling her shawl tightly around her and the bundle she held, she scurried across the gardens to the library and slipped inside quietly. The head butler was waiting.

He stated rather than asked, “You’re certain no one saw you . . . ”

With a nod she went to warm herself by the fire, her bundle held close. The grandfather clock in the hall struck one.

Osgood checked his watch against it. He pressed, “Did you explain to your sister she must never speak of this again?”

“Yes, Mr. Osgood. As I said before, Agnes says no one would believe the truth of it anyway. She’d be ridiculed…her reputation ruined. And there’s always the possibility she could be blamed for the other. It is unbelievable, no?”

“It is at that.” Osgood nodded. “I scarcely believe it myself, Fanny. What about the poor still babe?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Agnes will see him to the cradle and hopefully none will be the wiser. Mrs. Benton will think her own baby died and he’ll get a decent burial. And that’s pretty much the truth, isn’t it? Her own son is as good as dead. Poor, poor laddie, wherever he is now.” She crossed herself.

Osgood peered out into the night before locking the French doors and drawing the heavy curtains closed. “It’s as it should be.”

“Is it? Was it wise to switch them, Mr. Osgood? I mean, the baker and his wife —”

“— Had their child taken, with nothing to be done for it. They have seven living children to love, Fanny. Her ladyship has four in the grave. Five now.”

Frances frowned. “Has her ladyship awakened?”

He shook his head. “Doctor Fischer administered a sedative. Lady Amelia was done out. She went to sleep believing her child alive and has no idea of the tragedy that occurred but half an hour later.”

My poor lady. To go through that long labor and, in the end, the babe too weak to survive.” Emotion welling, Frances wiped her eyes. “What do you suppose they do with the babies they take?”

Osgood blinked his own sentiment away. “I can’t say. My old Welsh grannie said the fae only took the sickly ones. But back then it was only legend.”

“My Scottish gran told us the same,” Frances said, shaking her head. “But Agnes says Libby Benton’s baby wasn’t sickly but strong and healthy. Nearly every child of the Benton’s is as towheaded as their father, except for the two with the ginger hair like their mother. Agnes said Libby’s babe was destined to be ginger.”

Osgood went to the decanter and poured two small glasses of sherry. He handed one to her before downing his in one swallow. “Did your sister witness the switch?”

Frances sipped then shook her head. “When Agnes went to tidy the mother, she left the sleeping babe in the crib with no one to watch him. And, why would she think he needed to be watched? She helped bring the others into the world without fuss. It was minutes only that he was out of her sight. When she went back, another, with black hair, was in his place. That’s when she told Libby the babe was asleep and she should rest a while. So distressed was Agnes that she ran up to the hill to find me.”

He nodded. “It was fortunate she did. Another hour and everyone might have known.”

“Oh yes, it was fortunate. Libby’s husband was at the bakery mixing his dough, and the other children were sleeping up the stairs . . . one more child to such a large family brought little interest in him, you see. There was no one to witness the deed. Will you be telling Mrs. Smithson?”

“No, Fanny. No one in this household, save you and I, will know. Of course Mrs. Smithson would keep the secret if I asked her to, but that isn’t necessary. We shan’t burden anyone else with the truth.”

Frances uncovered the bundle in her arms. Looking down, she smiled. “He’s a handsome laddie, don’t you think? I’m no expert, mind, but Agnes and I both suspect the babe is of mixed race. His little ears . . . ”

Moving to her side, Osgood broke into a smile of his own. The little bundled boy was sleeping. He ran a gentle fingertip over the small, slightly pointed ear. “Yes, he very well could be. And yes, he’s a handsome little man  — dark like Master Evan was. May his soul in heaven forgive us.”

The lady’s maid put a reassuring hand on the head butler’s arm. “He wouldn’t want her ladyship’s heart to be broken more than it already is. You know how he loved her.”

“I do,” he nodded. “As I see it, the baker’s child is no more, taken away to some faery hill no doubt, never to be seen again, if the old stories are true. This little boy did not belong with the Benton family anyway. He’s black-haired, for one. He’d grow being different, maybe disliked or mistrusted, even despised by his father as another man’s bastard. Danny Benton is a highlander. You know how they are — with their superstitions —  when they feel something isn’t quite right. The child would suffer for a situation not of his making. It harms no one that he be raised a Pendry.”

She nodded. “Yes, you’re right Mr. Osgood. If nothing else, this is the better life of the two.”

“It most certainly is. Master Evan is gone and Master John has been missing for a fortnight. Solicitors across London have been inquiring high and low for his whereabouts, but it isn’t looking good, Fanny. Should anything have happened to Master John, there is no other heir living. This little man may very well become the 10th Earl of Pendry.”

To the babe, Osgood leaned down and whispered, “And the family name will continue because of you. Shall we meet your mummy little sir?”





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Get Cozy 10/15 

Michelle Roth 10/16 

Kelsie Belle 10/19

All my Book Finds 10/20 

Nicki Day 10/21 

Nikki Noffsinger 10/22 

Darkest Cravings 10/23 

Sizzling Romance 10/26  

Caridad Books 10/27







Welcome to the Book Tour for Madeline Archer's The Changeling. This is a sweet paranormal love story which has just been made available, but it's already gaining interest and climbing the Amazon charts. 


Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own. 

Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.




Excerpt~Setting the Stage:

Three babies are born one night in a convoluted, yet calculated, turn of events. The first infant is cruelly torn from his grieving mother’s arms and swapped for another to be raised a changeling. The third child dies shortly after birth. In a daring act of love, the first infant replaces the third before his new mother knows her own child has died. Or that’s the plan…

November 1, 1867

Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.

Pressing flat to the wall, she listened for the stableman, but heard only the muffled sound of stabled horses and the hoot of a distant owl. It was imperative that no one — upstairs or down —  see her. She peered around the corner and watched as her sister disappeared through the hedge. Pulling her shawl tightly around her and the bundle she held, she scurried across the gardens to the library and slipped inside quietly. The head butler was waiting.

He stated rather than asked, “You’re certain no one saw you . . . ”

With a nod she went to warm herself by the fire, her bundle held close. The grandfather clock in the hall struck one.

Osgood checked his watch against it. He pressed, “Did you explain to your sister she must never speak of this again?”

“Yes, Mr. Osgood. As I said before, Agnes says no one would believe the truth of it anyway. She’d be ridiculed…her reputation ruined. And there’s always the possibility she could be blamed for the other. It is unbelievable, no?”

“It is at that.” Osgood nodded. “I scarcely believe it myself, Fanny. What about the poor still babe?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Agnes will see him to the cradle and hopefully none will be the wiser. Mrs. Benton will think her own baby died and he’ll get a decent burial. And that’s pretty much the truth, isn’t it? Her own son is as good as dead. Poor, poor laddie, wherever he is now.” She crossed herself.

Osgood peered out into the night before locking the French doors and drawing the heavy curtains closed. “It’s as it should be.”

“Is it? Was it wise to switch them, Mr. Osgood? I mean, the baker and his wife —”

“— Had their child taken, with nothing to be done for it. They have seven living children to love, Fanny. Her ladyship has four in the grave. Five now.”

Frances frowned. “Has her ladyship awakened?”

He shook his head. “Doctor Fischer administered a sedative. Lady Amelia was done out. She went to sleep believing her child alive and has no idea of the tragedy that occurred but half an hour later.”

My poor lady. To go through that long labor and, in the end, the babe too weak to survive.” Emotion welling, Frances wiped her eyes. “What do you suppose they do with the babies they take?”

Osgood blinked his own sentiment away. “I can’t say. My old Welsh grannie said the fae only took the sickly ones. But back then it was only legend.”

“My Scottish gran told us the same,” Frances said, shaking her head. “But Agnes says Libby Benton’s baby wasn’t sickly but strong and healthy. Nearly every child of the Benton’s is as towheaded as their father, except for the two with the ginger hair like their mother. Agnes said Libby’s babe was destined to be ginger.”

Osgood went to the decanter and poured two small glasses of sherry. He handed one to her before downing his in one swallow. “Did your sister witness the switch?”

Frances sipped then shook her head. “When Agnes went to tidy the mother, she left the sleeping babe in the crib with no one to watch him. And, why would she think he needed to be watched? She helped bring the others into the world without fuss. It was minutes only that he was out of her sight. When she went back, another, with black hair, was in his place. That’s when she told Libby the babe was asleep and she should rest a while. So distressed was Agnes that she ran up to the hill to find me.”

He nodded. “It was fortunate she did. Another hour and everyone might have known.”

“Oh yes, it was fortunate. Libby’s husband was at the bakery mixing his dough, and the other children were sleeping up the stairs . . . one more child to such a large family brought little interest in him, you see. There was no one to witness the deed. Will you be telling Mrs. Smithson?”

“No, Fanny. No one in this household, save you and I, will know. Of course Mrs. Smithson would keep the secret if I asked her to, but that isn’t necessary. We shan’t burden anyone else with the truth.”

Frances uncovered the bundle in her arms. Looking down, she smiled. “He’s a handsome laddie, don’t you think? I’m no expert, mind, but Agnes and I both suspect the babe is of mixed race. His little ears . . . ”

Moving to her side, Osgood broke into a smile of his own. The little bundled boy was sleeping. He ran a gentle fingertip over the small, slightly pointed ear. “Yes, he very well could be. And yes, he’s a handsome little man  — dark like Master Evan was. May his soul in heaven forgive us.”

The lady’s maid put a reassuring hand on the head butler’s arm. “He wouldn’t want her ladyship’s heart to be broken more than it already is. You know how he loved her.”

“I do,” he nodded. “As I see it, the baker’s child is no more, taken away to some faery hill no doubt, never to be seen again, if the old stories are true. This little boy did not belong with the Benton family anyway. He’s black-haired, for one. He’d grow being different, maybe disliked or mistrusted, even despised by his father as another man’s bastard. Danny Benton is a highlander. You know how they are — with their superstitions —  when they feel something isn’t quite right. The child would suffer for a situation not of his making. It harms no one that he be raised a Pendry.”

She nodded. “Yes, you’re right Mr. Osgood. If nothing else, this is the better life of the two.”

“It most certainly is. Master Evan is gone and Master John has been missing for a fortnight. Solicitors across London have been inquiring high and low for his whereabouts, but it isn’t looking good, Fanny. Should anything have happened to Master John, there is no other heir living. This little man may very well become the 10th Earl of Pendry.”

To the babe, Osgood leaned down and whispered, “And the family name will continue because of you. Shall we meet your mummy little sir?”





Purchase The Changeling from Amazon today!  







The Book Pub 10/12 

Sensuous Promos 10/13 

  Nicole Morgan 10/14 

Get Cozy 10/15 

Michelle Roth 10/16 

Kelsie Belle 10/19

All my Book Finds 10/20 

Nicki Day 10/21 

Nikki Noffsinger 10/22 

Darkest Cravings 10/23 

Sizzling Romance 10/26  

Caridad Books 10/27