Book Blitz: Fear II by Amarie Avant


Fear II by Amarie Avant
Falling in Love with An Alpha Billionaire
Date of Publication: April 24, 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Buy from: Amazon
Luxury’s only desire is to love Victor, a man that cannot love her. In the beginning, she feared him. Mysterious and dark, Victor’s cerulean eyes hypnotize Luxury’s mind and command the drumming of her heart. Now the Duke of Arlington owns her. Victor will keep Lux to the dismay of Her Majesty, The Queen.

As the palace echos with footsteps, the English dare to whisper the horrid truths.

Suspense crescendos along with the intoxication of sex.

The beast has made it clear who she belongs to and how much of him he will allow: Money. Sex. Nothing more.

The stakes are high. Now fear… love.
PROLOGUE

Victor D’Ross, Duke of Arlington

Arlington, England

“The more I love you, the more I lose myself…”

Luxury Whitson’s words are a dose of adrenaline, burning through my veins. While my breathing fogs out on such a crisp, cold Arlington morning, I am on fire. My fist beats against the towering doors of the grey stonewall estate. The flesh of my callused knuckles become torn and bloody.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM…

BOOM, BOOM, BOOOM…

Finally, the door cracks open and Lake Russell yawns. His pasty white ass is dressed in dingy boxers and a white undershirt. He’s in a daze, unaware that his life is marked.

I hastily unbutton diamond cufflinks and tug up the sleeves of my black blazer. My gaze connects with his as I calculate the fight.

His green eyes widen as he becomes more cognizant. “Duke, it’s five a.m.! What are you doing here?”

I throw a fist at his right eye.

Lake stumbles back.

“You barmy arsehole!” Lake stammers. “I will inform Her Majesty the Queen of this!”

His soft voice has always been an aggravation. The power punch to Lake’s stomach shuts him down. Though his abdomen is flat, no muscles provide Lake with protection. The air expels from his lungs. Lake is at a loss of equilibrium. He reaches out for the table next to the door. A marble horse statue crashes to the floor as he steadies himself.

There’s a rustling upstairs. My heart stops for a second as a female voice says, “Lake, what’s happening?”

This addition only triggers me to continue. I lean down before Lake. Grabbing his collar with my left hand, I bash his face with a right. My mind sullies with all the times he had flirted with Luxury. Whilebeating him to a bloody pulp, I’m infused with energy.

I thrive off the splatter of blood.

Warm blood, how euphoric?

Hands-on murder has always been enticing. It takes a keen desire to enjoy the feel of pounding at a person’s flesh. It provides much more of a personal connection that pulling the fucking trigger. Though Lake’s eyes roll back in his head, I can only fathom that his emerald gaze once held what was mine. Desired what belongs to me.

And then a redhead with creamy white skin approaches the top of the banister. She’s covered in linen. “Duke- Duke, I beg of you! Please stop!”

Her voice drowns out.

Her pleas mean nothing.

That simple feeling.

I become alive as my knuckles numb from pounding Lake’s mouth, eyes, forehead, and chin. My brain only registers one stream of thought: “The more I love you, the more I lose myself…”

What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? I awoke to our large bed, void of Luxury’s sexy essence. All I have is a short letter, a note really.

Am I, a royal duke, not even deserving of a real letter?

Fuck that!

She is mine.

Murder flashes before my aqua eyes. No matter how many times Luxury has said the word goodbye, she had no right to leave me.

Blood splatters across the sleeves of my blazer. I push them up. Damn near falling on top of Lake as I continue. I steady myself, as my legs are planted wide. My large thigh muscles press against the confines of a tailor-made pants.

Lake’s head thrashes with each hit.

This is not enough… The emotion. The feeling of being alive diminishes instantly. A thought hits me like a bolt of lightning. Lake is an unworthy opponent. I finally let go of his collar.

Lake falls instantly to the ground. He lies in a heap of piss and blood. The faint rise and fall of his chest is proof of life. My mind is overcome with Luxury. Those bloody words she had said. Then he moves. His long, slender hands grip the glossy wooden floors as he spits.

“B…bollocks! Y…you fu-fucking wanker!” Lake stutters. His tattered cheeks flush as he looks up at his woman. Age means nothing. Lake. Is. Not. A. Man. He slowly takes to his hands and knees, muttering, “Piss off!”

My next question is indicative that I’ve totally lost it. “Lake Russell, where the fuck is my lady?”

An obsession, often considered as my newest, most prized possession is missing. My Luxury Whitson is gone. And murdering a dear friend of the Queen means nothing at this moment.

He looks up, thin lips bruised and pressed in defiance. Lake stammers as I step toward him, “D’Ross, I… I don't know. I beg of you…”

Again, I punch at him. This time my hand is paused inches from his nose. Lake flinches. His eyes shut. I look over my shoulder to see the old man; my butler Burt has a hold on my arm.

“Victor, that’s enough,” Burt says.

It’s rare for me to function off of pure aggression. I should have noticed my butler’s arrival. He could have been a nemesis. Before Lux, I was calculating and cold. As a billionaire, money is my first thought. Emotion has no place in my royal lifestyle. My secret side-hobby as an assassin further erodes the little emotion I once had. Then I met Luxury Whitson…



Heartbroken and with murder still on my mind, I glare at Lake before heading outside.

My eyelid twitches as a memory of the voluptuous shape of a 4’11, cheeky lady with freckles and curly hair flashes before me.

“Well, Victor, now that we’ve just succeeded in commencing unnecessary chin-wagging, the Queen will be in an outrage–”

“Do not speak,” I command as we head back to my Aston.

Burt hates when I drive angry. He attempts to open the passenger door for me but I walk around to the driver’s side. “Duke of Arlington, I wouldn’t advise…”

“Exactly. You wouldn’t advise. I’ll let you know when your advice is welcomed.”

I get into the car and slam the driver’s side door. The exhaust roars to life. Before Burt adjusts in the passenger seat, I speed off. Through the haze of rage running through my veins, I know the truth:

Lake didn’t put a wedge between us.

No one in all of England could have stopped the way Luxury and I felt for each other. Not even my Queen.

None other than me has ruined us.

About the Author:

Mother of two. Wife of one alpha. And alpha to his alpha.

Lover of thrills and enticingly sexy chills.

Azusa Pacific University alumni where God comes first. This dyslexic and highly attention deficit author has received two Bachelors and a Masters in Counseling. Though sociopaths are very interesting, and coupon shopping is just as thrilling as action or cartoon movies, Amarie Avant has taken on romance.

Beware anytime you open an Amarie Avant novel: This is not your ordinary love story…

Author links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13542919.Amarie_Avanthttps://twitter.com/AmarieAvant

Cover Reveal: Eternal Light by Inger Iversen

Eternal Light by Inger Iversen
Series: Few Are Angels # 3
Publication Date: June 1, 2015
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult

Ella has accepted her fate of fifteen years with Aleixandre, but does not consent to his plan of using her powers to eradicate the Chorý race. In a last ditch effort to sway her, Aleixandre offers an early release of her debt and to allow Kale residence in the garden house.

Will this be enough for Ella to take the deal?

Enlisting the help of Kale, Sola, and Jace—Ella sets off to look for the Zdrowy, a mysterious group of Chorý, thought to have been cured of la Luxure.

Join Ella and Kale in the final installment of the Few Are Angels series, as they are set on a path that not only leads to a possible cure to the Chorý status, but may also offer Kale something he has been chasing his entire immortal life—absolution.

About the Author:

Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.

Author Links:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Inger-Iversen/187900437937819https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5829788.Inger_Iversenhttps://twitter.com/kris10ingerhttp://www.ingeriversen.com/

Book Blitz w/ Giveaway: Evanescent by Carlyle Labuschagne


Evanescent by Carlyle Labuschagne
Series: A Broken Novel
Release Date: May 19, 2015
Buy from: Amazon , Barnes & Noble

Her fall has just begun. Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all. Within my blood runs a thing our kind calls the Shadowing Disease. It shadows over, and bends everything to its will. When the first blood- shift came, it tore through flesh and blood, threatening to bend me, break bone, shatter my mind and entrap my heart with its honeyed, seductive poison. It came with vicious intent, moving my thoughts and altering me forever. The shift has caused a rift within me. No one was safe when it entrapped me in its claws of foul lust. But I have the only antidote against the evil that becomes me – his touch alone has the power to release the spurs of sweet darkness that clung on for dear life. I knew what I had to do; the desperation pulled my mind with the deep determination of a hungry predator. By the time the revelation raised me from the dark dungeon of my bounds – it might have been too late.
I awakened with what felt like a bolt of lightning to my chest. There was nothing before that and for a moment, there was nothing after. A tingling sensation engulfed my entire body, then fazed into my brain.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to darkness, dry and hot darkness crushing down on my body, into my mind. The memories came crashing back, one wave over the next, pushing my breath from my lungs. Memories become a tangled mess; I did not know what the last thing I had done was, or how I had gotten to be in a state of mental suspension. The only thing familiar was him, and the darkness exuding from his being was not a familiarity I wanted, nor needed.

The Shadowing disease had come back for me. I choked on the air filling my lungs, like I was breathing for the first time. Something strange was happening to me as my life came pouring back, one cruel flash at a time. I started to remember. I had fallen in a trap, the consequences coiling around me, and I suddenly remembered how I had gotten there.

His presence had me shifting dark-side; the poison that ran through my blood, ran through his, and it drew me near. He summoned me that way, and it all made sense. I was reliving it all. Enoch’s kiss, and the push of his poison had become my own. The night we were kidnapped played back in my mind, and my awareness transported all of me into the physical state of the memory. That was the mind-shift’s way of imprinting on me, its sick way of reminding me of who I was.

The blow to the head that had sent me crashing into the cold, wet mud; the pain that echoed through me; my fingers clawing up the dark, muddy, river bank on that fateful night of my seventeenth birthday; fighting consciousness out of desperation to get to Troy’s sword as I watched helplessly from the wet, cold, stuck-in-the-mud ground. Fireworks in the dark, windy night echoed and ebbed out. The fight to the death between Enoch and Troy shook my insides once more, as if it was happening all over again. The moment that altered my former forever. Then, awakening with a cold, hard thrust of the canoe into my ribs, hands bound, body bleeding. Troy’s sunrise smile from across the wooden vessel as I came to; his warmth filling in around me as I sat on his lap while he slipped the dagger from my boot. His fingers working delicately and swiftly, sending my pulse racing as we fell face first into the ice-cold river, attempting escape from Enoch and the Zulus. Spears rained down, piercing the water, slicing between Troy and me. I couldn’t get to him, could not swim fast enough, his blood clouding the water around me; the pure, rich, virginal color of it violated my heart.
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About the Author:

Carlyle is an South African award winning author, with a flair for mixing genres and adding loads of drama to every story she creates. For now she is happy to take over the world and convert non Sci-fi believers.

Her goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within every outrageous world she writes about.

“I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, it’s in the dark times that the light comes to life.”

Carlyle used writing as a healing tool and that is why she started her very own writers support event – SAIR bookfestival.

“To be a helping hand for those who strive to become full times writers, editors, bloggers, readers and cover artists – it’s a crazy world out there you don’t have to go it alone!”

Author’s Links:

http://www.facebook.com/carlyle.labuschagnehttp://twitter.com/CarlyleLhttp://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/http://worldsawaybookblog.blogspot.com/ https://plus.google.com/103130953771508594442

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