Monday, October 10, 2016

Interview with the Characters of EVERY SINGLE PART OF YOU by @LSJRomance #giveaway #audiobook

So excited!!! 
Today we have the characters from 
to answer a few questions for us !

Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?
Cross: Nope. London was really cool to work with.
Fade: I thought I needed more scenes.
Eryk: Shut the hell up, Fade. Your book is coming.
Fade: *Slumps back in his chair* Yeah, yeah. But not soon enough.
Sara: *Pat’s Fade’s arm with a mock pout* Poor baby.

Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams?
Fade: *Smiles wickedly* I sure the hell hope so, because London’s starred in a few of mine, wearing nothing but— 
Kris: *Punches Fade in the arm* Stop right there.
Fade: *Punches Kris back*
Kris: Ouch, shithead!
Sayer: Sighs.
*Arguing breaks out between Kris, Sayer, and Fade*
Sara: *Whistles* Knock it off guys!
Eryk & Cross: *Smile at her*.
Fade: *Gives Sara his puppy dog eyes*
Sara: *Snorts*  You already know those eyes don’t work on me, Fade. *She turns her attention to the interviewer and gives a polite smile* Sorry for the interruption. Please continue with your interview.

If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
Fade: There’d be more of me
Eryk: We know already.
Do you like the way the book ended?
Cross: *Smiles and grabs hold of Sara’s hand* Eryk and I got our HEA with our angel. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Eryk: Truth, brother. *He leans over and places a soft kiss on the corner of Sara’s mouth*
Sara: *Blushes*

Thanks again for visiting with us today !!!!

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Every Single Part of You

Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour 

Written by London Saint James

Narrated by La Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers

Listening time: 7 hrs and 56 mins
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage, Rockers
Please Note: This book contains mature themes, includes explicit language and sexual scenes.

Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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      Holy cow. The energy swirling through the dimly lit Tacoma Dome was a living, pulsing entity unlike anything I’d experienced before. Twenty thousand-plus people packed the space, chanting, “Cinder! Cinder!” while holding lighters and cellphones in the air, so many it was as if millions of fireflies took flight.

Briar and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our close vantage point.

Leaning into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking awesome?”

“It is,” I agreed.

“You two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.

Briar turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Hell yes.”

She flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”

“Bri,” I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic, but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.

In front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a “Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.

“Oh my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the process. “This is it, babe.”

An unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.

Multiple LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire, followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real flames and sparks

shot into the air as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.

The crowd went wild.

“That’s Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

I looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.

A huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together, leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm guitarist.”

The two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one going left, the other right.

Beside me, Briar wolf-whistled.

“Shit, yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend, never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”

With a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long hair swishing about her face.

The vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.

Cross ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck, fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs as he lunged. Pure,

euphoric pleasure emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty, sheet-clawing sex came to mind.

What in the heck is wrong with me?

I pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god, focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.

Focus on something else.

I watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were doing some killer cardio.

When the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly voice.

The crowd went berserk.

I had the pleasure of being able to do an 'Author Chat' with the two people who made this audiobook happen and brought all my colorful characters to life; La Petite Mort & Ruby Rivers.

You can listen to that chat by clicking here.

Tell us about London

I love: Coca-Cola, anything chocolate, reading, writing, singing, dancing, movies, listening to thunder storms, watching it rain, the mountains, the ocean, orchids, great smiles, and guys with brooding eyes and great scowls. Oh. I should probably mention I write erotic romance (mostly) although I have one or two sweet romances bopping around out there in the great big world of published books.

If you want to know a little bit more about me, you can find me
on social media, you know, Facebook, Twitter and such.

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Thursday, September 29, 2016

#CharacterInterview LOST REPUTATION by @KimberlyAnnNJ an @Evernightteen #newrelease #giveaway #ya

We are thrilled to have an interview with 
the Hero of LOST REPUTATION, Victor Cruz

How did you first meet your writer? First, I should introduce myself. My name is Victor Cruz, but most people call me Vic. My writer plucked me from my life and sat me in a math class with this girl, Casey. I was instantly intrigued.

Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book? Mine? No. I don’t think I’m anything special.

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance? Any scene with Casey in it makes my life worth living in this book. Of course, any romantic scene is better, but I’ll take what I can get.

Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you? Si. I wanted to get together with Casey from the beginning, but my author made Casey push  me away. I didn’t think that was very nice.

Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams? The only dreams I want to appear in are Casey’s.

Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in? Si, especially since she wrote me in with Casey.

If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be? I’d make Casey like me from the minute our eyes met. Then I would claim her as my own and live happily ever after with her.

Do you like the way the book ended? Si!

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined? Si! As long as Casey is there, write me in!

Do have any secret aspirations that your author doesn’t know about? Si. I wish she would write more of my expertise in Spanish. It’s a beautiful language and I’m fluent in it. She doesn’t know much Spanish, but maybe I can convince her to add it in a future book.

What do you do for a living? I’m a student, but I plan on becoming a pharmacist.

What is your greatest fear? Being sent back to Spain. I want to stay in the US with Casey and my family.

What do you wear when you go to sleep? Wouldn’t you like to know?

What are you proudest of? The confidence I gained since coming to America. I was a scrawny, scared kid who could barely speak English when I got here, but thankfully, I’ve grown, learned to speak English well, and become more comfortable with who I am.

What word makes you the happiest? Casey.

How do you react when people sing “Happy Birthday” to you in a restaurant? It’s never happened to me before, but I suspect I would sing right along with everyone! May as well enjoy the attention!

What’s your favorite animal? Horses. They are such magnificent animals, and they remind me of back home in Spain.

Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where? If not, what if you had to? I have, but my author probably wouldn’t give me one. I think I would consider getting CB tattooed on both biceps.

Thanks again for visiting with us today !!!!


Kimberly Ann Miller

Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young Adult
Evernight Teen Publishing/237 pages

Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a scandal.

When she exposes a teacher’s shameful secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more important to her than her life.

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I laughed at the memory as I locked up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals and didn’t need the distraction.
The worst thing was, Charli told me he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and didn’t care if he got girls sick.
But damn, did this guy make my insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his build.
Loose jeans with a belt, black boots, and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could quiver.
But it wasn’t just his looks that held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were too rough or mean.
If it wasn’t for that wild partying side of him … sigh.
As he approached his seat, I couldn’t help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each step.
He caught me staring and raised a thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.
Vic slid into his seat next to me and winked at the girls that were staring at him.
They always stared at him.
I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that came from looking at him.
The other problem was, besides being a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident, I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to girls.
But, whatever. He had a harem now, so good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.
Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.
He pulled her fingers off him and slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”
She leaned into him again, making sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye adjustment?
“Maybe another time, okay?”
Vic nodded once. “Si.”
I pulled out my phone to check messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the hottest guy in school.
“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it sound like Kay Seee.
It was both unsettling and adorable, so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?

About the Author:
Kimberly Ann Miller received Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a Master's degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey.  She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and young adult novels.  She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She always takes her Nook with her.

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