Cover Reveal: Kylie Ryans Series Box Set by Caisey Quinn

We're sharing the gorgeous cover of the Kylie Ryans Box Set by Caisey Quinn! Check out the excerpt below!

Kylie Ryans Series Box Set

by Caisey Quinn

Release Date: February 12, 2015

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Synopsis:

When a girl with nothing to lose ends up on tour with a country artist on the verge of losing everything, she'll have to pull him out of his rut or risk letting him pull her and her dreams down with him.

Girl with Guitar

Girl on Tour

Girl in Love* (Deluxe Extended Edition previously only available in paperback)

Includes sneak peeks of the spin off novellas Lost in Lyrics (Steven and Mia), and Song of My Heart: The Gretchen Gibson story. And a bonus sneak peek of Leaving Amarillo, book one in the Neon Dreams series coming in March from Avon/William Morrow.

Praise for the Kylie Ryans series:

Kylie Ryans has the perfect mix of talent, strength, vulnerability, and chutzpah. An unputdownable read." -E.M. Tippetts, bestselling author of the Fairytale series

"A refreshing heroine and a great story you'll hate to put down!" - Jen McLaughlin, NYT Bestselling author of the Out of Line series

"What an incredible journey. I'm happy and sad to see this series end, but it does so perfectly!" - NYT Bestselling Author Heidi McLaughlin

"The perfect blend of sass, wit, and poignant relatability, Kylie and Trace will have you cheering, grinning, and squirming until you reach the satisfying ending." - Rachel Harris, NYT Bestselling Author

Kylie launched into her modified version of Trace Corbin’s latest hit, Not That Kinda Man.  It was the famous bachelor’s latest lovin’ and leavin’ single and she was attempting to turn the thing on its ear. He’d written and sang it as a sad break up ballad and Kylie had remixed and reworked it into the single girl’s party anthem.

You wanna own me but you don’t know me. Guess what darlin’? When you wake up I’ll be gone.

Kylie flashed her sexiest grin and wiggled a little at the crowd. Then she shouted, “Sing it with me girls!” into the mic and picked up the tempo, launching into the chorus.

Several waitresses, Tonya included, stopped what they were doing to sing along. Not that Kylie could really see them, but the girls in the crowd joined in too. She sang to the guitar player, whose name she was pretty sure was Andy, and he played right along, smiling and winking at her the whole time. Well I’m not that kinda girl, don’t wanna play these games, not gonna wake up in your bed or take your name. She gave Andy a playful smack on the ass and he blew her a kiss. Shrieking whistles radiated from the audience.

The music hummed and pulsed against her and somewhere in Kylie’s mind a little voice said, Holy shit you’re doing it!  

When the number was over, Kylie practically flew off the stage, painfully aware of the pounding in her chest. Oh well, if I have a heart attack and die right this moment, I’ll die happy. The applause was loud enough to be heard over the ringing in her ears and she wanted it more than oxygen.

Clive was leaning on the bar, shaking his head but smiling, and Tonya shot her two thumbs up. Kylie grinned, feeling higher than she was sure any drug could ever take her.

She would let Tonya go home early tonight and do the rooms herself. She had enough energy to clean ten green rooms. When she told Tonya that, the woman hugged her. Hard. “You knocked ‘em dead, girl! That was amazing!”

“Yeah, well, I got some really good advice,” Kylie told her, unable to keep the permagrin off her face.

The next act stepped out of the shadows and took the stage. Kylie heard a deep male voice with a sexy southern drawl say, “Damn. Just my luck to have to follow that.”

The audience was still shrieking and screaming and Kylie knew she’d done well, but seriously?

“I apologize for standing y’all up a few weeks ago. Musta got my dates mixed up. Probably time to fire that manager of mine,” the handsome man on stage drawled.

Who was this guy? Whoever he was, the women in the audience were going crazy over him.

“Well, since that good looking waitress stole my number, guess I’ll have to sing something else. Where is that girl anyways?”

Oh God. Oh God, please no. Kylie’s heart sank and her high evaporated instantly. She turned to face the man on stage. Trace freaking Corbin was standing there with a guitar in one hand and the other to his eyes, scanning the crowd for…her. 

*The individual side covers were designed by Emily Tippetts of E.M. Tippetts Book Design. Model: Teale Shawn Murdock Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry of Perrywinkle Photography.

Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com

Release Day Launch: The Hazards of Mistletoe (Hazards) by Alyssa Rose Ivy

We are feeling the holiday spirit with the release day launch of Alyssa Rose Ivy's THE HAZARDS OF MISTLETOE! THE HAZARDS OF MISTLETOE is a contemporary romance novella and is a part of Alyssa Rose Ivy’s Hazards Series. It's available everywhere now!

The Hazards of Mistletoe (Hazards)
by Alyssa Rose Ivy
Release Date: November 20th 2014

Cover designed by Once Upon a Time Covers

Cover Model Photography by K. Keeton

Synopsis:

One snowy Christmas Eve, one mistletoe kiss, one friendship changed forever. Don’t underestimate the power of mistletoe. It looks innocent enough, but a single branch has the potential to change your life. One mistletoe kiss led to the most embarrassing night of my life, but thankfully by the next Christmas I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.

The Hazards of Mistletoe

by Alyssa Rose Ivy

“Ice skating and hot cocoa? What are you buttering me up for?” I sat down on the bench and unlaced my skates. The snow was falling a little bit heavier, but the flakes were still light and more pleasant than a nuisance.

“I’m just enjoying an evening with a beautiful woman. I do have a romantic side you know.”

“Romantic?” What was Glen playing at? I’d had a crush on him for years, but things had stayed completely platonic. We were good friends who saw each other once a year, and teased each other through text messages and late night phone calls. That was it.

He didn’t hear me. He was already in line to return our skates. I waited for him to return with my boots, and not for the first time I was glad I’d worn wool socks. It was cold during the day, but the nights were absolutely freezing.

“Here you go, my lady.” He bent down and proceeded to put my foot into my boot.

I pulled away from him. “Knock it off. What’s gotten into you tonight?” As charming as Glen was being something seemed off with him. I wondered if maybe I wasn’t the only one who was upset.

He proceeded to move on to my next boot. “It’s Christmas Eve. Aren’t you Miss Holiday Spirit?”

“Usually.”

“Exactly.” He put on his shoes and tugged on my hand to pull me to standing. “Let’s get those hot chocolates.”

The line at the café on the other side of the rink was nearly out the door, but I was enjoying Glen’s company so much I didn’t mind.

He insisted on buying my hot cocoa for me, and considering he’d already paid for my skate rental, I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Glen had all the money he could ever need, but I wasn’t used to guys buying me anything. My dating experience wasn’t extensive, and it involved boys who were all about going dutch. “I really don’t mind paying.”

“Yeah, but I want to pay. Stop arguing and enjoy yourself.” He lightly bumped his shoulder into mine.

“Well, thanks.”

We walked around the village sipping our hot chocolate and not saying much. After a while we took a seat on a bench. It was underneath a tree, and the pine needles blocked some of the falling snow. I closed my eyes and listened to the chatter of people walking by mixed with the low hum of holiday music.

“You guys need to kiss.”

I opened my eyes and saw a girl staring at us. “You’re sitting under mistletoe. That’s the rules. You’re under mistletoe, you kiss.”

I looked up. Sure enough there was mistletoe hanging over us from the tree. It wasn’t real, it was just the decorative stuff they used, but it had the same unmistakable appearance.

Glen put an arm around me. “I think she’s right, Savy.”

I turned to glare at him. “Don’t even start.”

“Why not? Scared to kiss me?” he teased.

Yes. I was scared. Terrified. This was Glen. Kissing him wasn’t something I was prepared to do casually while sitting on a bench in the snow with a bunch of onlookers. Of course I couldn’t tell him that though. “Why would I be scared?”

“I don’t know. Just checking.” He got a twinkle in his eye. That twinkle should have given me all the warning I needed, but it didn’t. I was wholly unprepared when his lips made contact with mine. They were warm and soft, and they moved perfectly against mine. I kissed him back, desperately wanting to know what his mouth tasted like, and if his tongue felt half as good as his lips.

Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.

 

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Blog Tour: Gideon Lee (Gideon Lee #1) by Lisa Orchard

Gideon Lee (Gideon Lee #1)
by Lisa Orchard
Publisher: Eskape Press
Release Date: October 21st 2014

Genre: Young Adult/New Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

Lark Singer’s relationship with her mother is prickly to say the least. As she enters a musical competition that could launch her career, Lark also searches for answers her mother would rather keep hidden. Throw into the mix the fact her best friend Bean has been acting strangely, and Lark finds herself launched into uncharted territory. Will her quest for answers sabotage her musical aspirations?

Gideon Lee

by Lisa Orchard

Francine went all out for Bill. Resentment rises in my throat and leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

“Sit down, Birdie,” Francine says as she carries the steaming bowl of sauce to the table. She sets it in the middle and then moves toward her chair.

Bill pulls it out and says, “There you go, Franny.”

He called her Franny again. The bile rises in my throat, but I force it back. If I’m throwing up, there’s no way I can put my plan into motion. Resisting the urge to wade right in, I plop down in my chair. This has to appear natural, spontaneous. So I let my irritation fester, hoping I can relieve the itch soon enough.

I sit down across from Francine and Bill sits on my right. It’s awkward. I can tell already that I want to get away from here as fast as I can. I start with the salad and avoid Bill’s gaze. He starts with the spaghetti noodles. He keeps looking at me, sizing me up, I’m sure. Am I going to be his ally in this mess, or an enemy? A problem child he has to contend with? The questions dance in his unwavering stare. There’s a calculating look in them too and I don’t like it. I keep my face neutral, as if the only thing happening is an evening meal. I need the element of surprise to pull this off.

“So, Franny,” Bill starts. “Did you know that Betty has given her two-week notice?”

Francine’s eyes brighten when she looks at him. “No. I didn’t. Why is she leaving?”

“She wants to retire a little early,” Bill says as he ladles some sauce over his pile of noodles.

Don’t fall for it, Francine. He dangles this carrot in front of my mother and it pisses me off. What a total creep. I can’t believe he would come here, eat our food, and mess with my mother like this.

My anger starts in the pit of my stomach, a raging fire that spreads throughout my body. I’m livid by the time Bill finishes covering his noodles with sauce.

He sure eats a lot. Pig.

My eyes narrow as I wait for him to put the ladle back into the bowl. “Pass the noodles, please.” I keep my voice calm. There’s no tremor indicating the fire burning inside. Bill hands me the noodles and our eyes meet over the bowl for a brief second. His have that calculating look and they narrow as he tries to read my expression.

“When will you be posting the availability of the position?” Francine asks, unaware battle lines are being drawn, and the opponents are sizing each other up.

Bill turns away from me, but not before, I see a flash of wariness creep into his eyes. He must have seen something in my expression. I must have given something away and I silently curse myself. I was counting on the element of surprise. Scooping noodles on my plate, I listen to the conversation, pretending I couldn’t care less, but I think Bill knows better.

“Probably in about a week. I want to make sure we have the date of Betty’s last day firmed up before I post it.” Bill twirls a pile of noodles around his fork and shoves them into his mouth.

Total pig.

He chews with his mouth open and it totally grosses me out especially when I hear the sound of his lips smacking as he chews. Maybe Francine will notice and will be as disgusted as I am. Maybe I won’t have to put Operation Sabotage into play. Glancing at her, I inwardly groan. She’s oblivious. She’s always like this when someone new comes into her life. Blind.

“I’d be interested in that position,” Francine says. She puts her fork down, and a faraway look fills her eyes. “Francine Singer. Head Teller. I like the sound of that.” She picks up her fork and gives Bill a secret smile. His eyes twinkle when he meets her gaze and I know it’s time to put my plan into motion. Squash this train wreck before it even leaves the station.

I glance at Bill, and give him my most innocent smile. “Does this mean you’re going to be my new dad?”

He starts coughing and quickly grabs his glass of water. His face turns red, and I can tell he doesn’t know what to do or where to look. Finally, he picks his fork up again and twirls another pile of spaghetti noodles onto it; he shoves the forkful into his mouth, while keeping his eyes on his plate.

That’s right. I think to myself. Eat. Fill your face.

Then I look at Francine. I can feel her body growing rigid with rage. If her eyes could shoot lasers, I’m sure Francine would shoot them at me right now. But they can’t, so I’m safe for the moment. I move forward with Operation Sabotage.

“I’ve never had a dad,” I say with fake girlish excitement. I gaze adoringly at Bill, while inside I just want to hurl. Bill clears his throat and squirms in his seat. He glances at me, and his lips flutter as if he’s trying to smile, but just can’t do it. I’ve got the advantage and move forward like an army overtaking a bunker. “Yeah, Francine had me when she was sixteen and she won’t tell me who my dad is. So you can be my new dad.” I give her a measured look across the table. I know I’ve lobbed a grenade at her and declared open war. But I’m prepared and wait for her to fire back. I don’t have to wait long.

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I am the oldest of four children and grew up in a small town in Western Michigan. I grew up reading mysteries, starting with "The Bobbsey Twins" and "The Nancy Drew" series.

By fifth grade I was writing my own mysteries and illustrating them as well. I've always known that I wanted to be a writer and I tucked that little piece of information into the back of my brain; determined to take it out and use it when it was time.

After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree, I landed a sales job. I was on my way! After spending 13 years in the Insurance industry, I met my husband. We soon married and had two beautiful boys. I decided to stay home with my kids. A tough decision, but one I don't regret.

I did, however, miss the hustle and bustle of work - and working toward a goal. That is when the little voice inside my brain said, "It's time to write."

So I did, and "The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer" was born, followed by my new book, "The Super Spies and the High School Bomber."

I am very excited as I begin this new "chapter" in my life.

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