Check out the awesome cover design by Sara Eirew. Not only did she design all these beautiful covers for me but she is the photographer of the photo on the Amplify cover. The models on the Amplify cover are Rachael Baltes & David Santa Lucia.
Interlude releases tomorrow July 9th. I will post the links as soon as I have them.
A big thanks to Give Me Books for doing the cover reveal today.
Enter to win 2 signed paperback sets of Falling Down, Blush & Amplify at http://bit.ly/1dLGS3e
Thank you all for your continued support.
TENTATIVE LIST – Most definitely NOT set in stone.
Whispered Truths (Truths #1) – June 11
Interlude (Rockstar #4) – July
The Way Back To Me – August
Ballad – Ben (Rockstar #5) – October
Discovered Truths (Truths #2) – November
You can find information about upcoming books here, on the website, and on Goodreads (http://bit.ly/AMgoodreads).
IT’S EARLY AND IT’S LIVE… My belated Valentine’s day pressie to you all. Enjoy!
It’ll be $1.99 until MARCH 1… then the price will be $2.99.
BN: STILL TO COME
ITUNES: STILL TO COME
If you’re unable to suspend disbelief and escape to the Rockstar Land of Fiction, then this book probably isn’t for you.
As with all the Rockstar books, this book contains mature content and is inappropriate for persons under 18 years of age.
This story contains grief, loss, sadness, darkness, light, happiness, angst, swearing, explicit sex, graphic violence, new beginnings, and soulmates.
I recommend listening to the playlist whenever possible to get the full effect of the story. You may need tissues.
He’s my protector, my confidante. Then one night he became more. I want him, I need him, and, if I’m honest with myself, I love him. I just don’t know if he’ll ever see me as more than what we’ve always been: friends. I don’t want to lose him but it’s getting harder and harder to keep my feelings to myself. Should I risk it all or play it safe?
She’s my light, my saving grace. The night we came together I knew I could never live without her. I want her to be mine: my lover, my friend. Maybe, if I can get her to see past all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together, she’ll be my forever. It just might be time to turn it up and go for broke.
Below are the links for the book blitz and blog tours via HEA Book Tours, PR & More and FMR Book Grind/ FMR Book Studio
The book blitz and blog tours are for Authors and Bloggers, please sign up for these events through the below links.
Thank you so much for your continued love and support of the Rockstar series!
Hugs and love,
BLUSH BOOK BLITZ
RELEASE DAY BLITZ
HEA BLOG TOUR AMPLIFY: March 9th – 13th
FMR BLOG TOUR AMPLIFY March 16-20th
RELEASE DAY BLITZ
HEA BLOG TOUR INTERLUDE: April 20th-24th
FMR BLOG TOUR INTERLUDE: April 27th- May 1st
AMPLIFY EXCERPT – Coming Feb 22nd
We walk into the kitchen just as the tea kettle begins to whistle.
He nods once and walks to the stove, turning off the burner. He pushes down the lever for the toaster and prepares my cup of tea. I head over to the little alcove rather than the table and sit on the window seat. I’d love to curl up here with a book… or just look out the window.
The ocean is angry today, the waves white-capping and frothing with fury. I wonder what fueled its anger today. I know all about anger. Anger is what’s kept me going the past twelve years. Without it, I’d have given up. Well, in truth, I did give up for a little while…until I found that anger.
Then I was able to focus and do what needed to be done. Just get through life until I could find my parents’ killers. I haven’t forgotten and as much as my parents tell me I should let it go while I dream, I can’t. Someone took them from me, took their lives so senselessly, so brutally, and then walked away without a thought. I grind my teeth and watch as a bird lands on the sand, picking at a dead fish. Irony, or my parents with a message?
“Here we go,” Cage says and sets a tray next to me. He takes a seat on the other side of the window seat, crossing his legs like me and I grin. He’s huge… get your mind out of the gutter. I mean overall, not his naughty bits, but in truth that’s nicely proportioned.
I nibble on a piece of toast, looking at him with his black-rimmed glasses on, reading the newspaper. God, he’s so incredibly sexy. The glasses…oh, I’d love to get him under me while he’s wearing those.
“What?” he asks when he catches me staring.
I take a sip of my tea. Lemony and sweet just the way I like it.
“How tall are you, exactly?”
He smirks. “Six-four.”
I nod. “And how much do you weigh?”
I raise my brows. “Nothing but muscle.”
He shrugs a shoulder.
“You have to know that’s incredibly hot,” I say without thinking.
When he grins, I feel the blush staining my cheeks.
“It doesn’t matter what I think or know,” he replies, leaning forward running a fingertip over my flushed cheek.
“What matters then?” Generally, I only care what I think about myself, my body. I’m not really into the whole making myself look how society and men want you to look—not since I gave up full-time modeling.
“What matters,” he tells me, sipping his tea, “is what you think.”