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BLOG TOUR: The Star Trilogy by Arianne Richmonde SPOTLIGHT+GIVEAWAY

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Sex.

Lies.

Two "reformed" Hollywood stars.

And one hell of a war of wills.

Movie director Jake Wild lives up to his name. A dangerously sexy playboy, he's used to getting any woman he wants when he wants. Until he meets his nemesis: the beautiful, equally notorious Star Davis.

Ready to leave behind her party-girl ways and set to play the lead in his new film, Star doesn’t expect to fall for the charms of her director. And the last thing Jake wants—or needs—is for his life to spiral out of control.

Two beautiful misfits have met their match.

A match that lights a bonfire...

From the Hollywood Hills to the grasslands of Africa, the epic Star Trilogy takes you on a thrilling journey shrouded in secrets, masked by betrayal, and with unforeseen twists and turns that will make you question whose side you're on.

Lights . . . 

Camera . . .

Action . . . 

Strap up your seat belt . . . you're in for a bumpy ride.

#1 Shooting Star

#2 Falling Star

#3 Shining Star

~Excerpt~

I looked out of the open window as Los Angeles crawled past in the traffic and exhaled a sigh of momentary defeat. This town was doing my head in. Making me lose sight of reality. The palm trees towering into the azure sky like skinny skyscrapers reaching as high as they could go—everyone reaching beyond their means. Grabbing, aspiring, grasping, taking. Even the trees, goddammit. And the houses on Sunset with their manicured lawns, making you believe that life could be controlled, clipped, neatened. Like my father. A control freak who’d move a pencil one inch to the left if he felt it was out of place. Not on set, no. In his own freaking home! A pencil. And I tried to be like him. Organized. Sharp. On the ball. Controlled. A colonel-in-the-army type. 

But that wasn’t me and never had been. I secretly welcomed madness with relish. Unintentionally courted it. Nurtured dysfunction as if it were a breastfeeding baby, willing chaos into my life the way some people attract money or women. Right now my mind was rattling with a sort of hectic glee. Star Davis represented turmoil and for some unknown reason it excited me—my curiosity piqued.

“I wanted an unknown for the role of Skye,” I told Brian, willing my thoughts back to safer waters. A nice, new actress with no baggage, no ego and no “history”—that’s what I need. “I’ve been auditioning at drama schools all over the world. I’ve seen sixty-two actresses. I’d narrowed it down to eight. And now you tell me I’ve basically wasted my time?”

“You tell the press that very same thing. ‘I saw sixty-two actresses and, you know what? None of them hold a candle to Star Davis.’ ”

“A candle that’s going to start a fire.”

“You’ll figure it out, Jake. I mean, let’s face it, she’s met her match—match, haha, no pun intended, Get it? She can set you alight.”

I didn’t laugh at his joke. “What’s that supposed to mean, ‘met her match’?”

“Bad boy Jake Wild—you’ve had some good times on the casting couch yourself, my friend. You can’t deny you’ve clocked up quite a reputation over the years.”

“The couch has been reupholstered, Brian. The past is the past. I don’t take advantage of starry-eyed actresses these days. I’m a professional. I get the job done and don’t screw around with the talent anymore. Ever. Well, as of last week. It’s my number one rule.”

“Well leave Star in peace, you know what I’m saying? She’s vulnerable. She’s fresh out of rehab and needs to be looked after.” He fixed his piggy gaze on me, a bushy eyebrow twitching ironically.

“Oh no! Don’t look at me, mate. There’s no way I’ll be her fucking nanny!”

“You’re the only one, Jake, who can keep her on the straight and narrow. We can’t have her going AWOL in the middle of a shoot. She’ll need to be watched like a hawk.”

“What about her sea of bodyguards? her PA, her father, for that matter?”

“None of them can be trusted. She’s too manipulative. Besides, they’re all on her payroll.”

“Her father too?”

“He’s her unofficial manager.”

“Great ‘manager,’ ” I murmured.

“Star’s been supporting her entire family ever since she did that diaper commercial when she was two years old. She has a strange perspective on life. She has never been told ‘no.’ So she’s used to being boss, and getting what she wants.”

“Well she’s not bloody bossing me.” I said that with bravado, yet here I was being ‘bossed’ by the system. Brian. The executive producers, the producers, the moneymen, the money women . . . the goddam accountants. The suits whose faces I’d never even seen. And indirectly, Star herself. She’d slithered her way into winning the part of Skye with her wily ways, by offering herself practically free. Clever girl. She’d probably sucked someone’s dick to get the part. She had me in a corner and I hadn’t even met her yet.

“And one more thing,” Brian added. “Apparently her house is about to be remodeled and she was planning to move into a hotel for a while. But I don’t trust the idea of Star Davis running around loose in a hotel, you know? Too many distractions—too much booze on tap.”

“What’s your point?” I said, meeting his eyes with a stony glare.

“I thought until every shot is in the can it would be a good idea if she stayed in your home—you can make sure there’re no temptations—no drugs or liquor anywhere near her.”

I stared at him incredulously as he smoothly took a bend, the Porsche revving with a quiet growl. He went on, “We can hire our own bodyguard— someone who can’t be bribed by her to slip her anything— he could live in your guest house—the one in your garden? And she could stay in one of your guest bedrooms. So, you know, she’ll be under your roof.” He was serious when he said this.

“No. Brian, you’re really pushing your luck. I have limits. I don’t want some wayward teenager telling me to fuck off in my own house. I’m not her father. I’m a film director. I have work to do. Storyboards to prepare, scenes to plan out. I have to stay on top of the shooting schedule, liaise with my assistant director, my lighting cameraman—Jesus, what the fuck? I don’t have time to deal with some drug-addicted, attention-seeking, Cristaldrinking brat!”

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~About the Author~

ARIANNE RICHMONDE IS THE USA TODAY bestselling author of STOLEN GRACE and the Pearl Series books: Shades of Pearl, Shadows of Pearl, Shimmers of Pearl, Pearl, and Belle Pearl - all full length novels. The first three books in the series are also available in one trilogy bundle/box set as The Pearl Trilogy. She has also written Glass- a provocative short story and most recently, the highly acclaimed suspense novel, Stolen Grace.



She lives with her husband and coterie of animals in France. She loves to travel and meet people and is thrilled that her books have touched readers from all parts of the globe.

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~Giveaway~


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BLOG TOUR: Shatter Me by Alex Grayson SPOTLIGHT

I'm running, as fast and as far as I can. My past is trying to

shatter me, but I am determined not to let it. I've come this far, I won't let it break me now.

 

I had to stop in a small town to get enough money to run

again, but I found myself wanting to stay. The reason? Jaxon Walker. He doesn't make me so

afraid. He comforts me. But how much comfort will it take before my walls shatter? And what

happens when my past finds me? Will it destroy me finally or could Jax possibly save me?

My name is Bailey Winsor and this is my story. 

“Oh Jaxon.” I moan and dig my nails into his back.





 “Fuck, Angel,” he hisses. “I can feel it. You’re already so wet for me."





This spurs him on and he pushes me to my back and settles himself between my thighs. He’s

sitting back on his legs. With my legs on either side of him resting on his, I’m somewhat open

and exposed to him, even though I’m still wearing my clothes.





Jaxon watches me with steel blue eyes as he runs his hands slowly up my calves and thighs.

When he reaches my stomach, his fingers dip underneath my tank top. He moves them to my

sides. With slow movements, his hands continue their upward motion, bringing my shirt along

with him.





 I halt his movements by placing my hands on his.





 “Angel, we don’t...” He starts but I stop him before he can finish.





I shake my head and say, “No, it’s not that. I don’t want you to stop. I just...” I stop because I

don’t know what to say. How do you tell a man that your body is riddled with ugly marks?





Taking a deep breath I haltingly try to explain. “Steven...h-he liked to...mark me. I’ve

got...scars. A lot of them. They aren’t pretty. I want to warn you before you see them for

yourself.”





As I talk I see pure rage enter Jaxon’s face. After closing his eyes and breathing deeply a few

times he opens them again and the rage is gone, replaced with a soft understanding look.





“Baby, no matter how many scars you have you could never look anything but beautiful to

me.”





His words touch a place inside me that allows some of my insecurities to let go. His words are

pure and I believe them.





I move my hands from his and place them on his thighs. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he

starts moving his hands again to pull my shirt up. It’s slow and torturous. I want him to hurry,

but then I’m dreading when he sees them. When his fingers skim over the side of my breast, my

breathing starts to pick up. The warmth his hands leave behind makes me throb for more. My

shirt is now over my breast, but his eyes still remain on mine.





 “Arms up, baby and lift for me.” He says quietly.





Lifting my upper body off the bed, I sit up and bring my arms above my head. Jaxon finishes

removing my shirt. His chest is right in front of my face. I bring my hands back down to his sides

and lean forward to kiss his chest, but Jaxon pulls back and grabs both sides of my face to bring

it up to his.





“Not yet. Lay back, I want to look at you.”

 

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 Alex Grayson is originally from the south but has recently moved to Northern Ohio.

Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio she absolutely

loves living in the north. She and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there

with their daughter, two dogs, two cats, and 8 ducks. She hopes to eventually get chickens and

a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home her next

best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the

frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting

a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind she decided to start writing

stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her she hopes that

readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages

feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com

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BLOG TOUR: Screw It (It #2) by Nicki DeStasi

I’ve been screwed.

It started the day I was conceived.

When I was eleven, life crushed me into grotesque, mangled fragments. I glued the shards of myself into a mosaic fitting of a child. I learned one important thing from that experience.

Control.

Controlling your destiny keeps the vultures at bay. Control keeps my life from disintegrating. It keeps my life on the path to the woman I want to be.

Not who they say I am.

As time goes on, life hits and smashes and I take it. Every snide word, every crack in my heart, every self-righteous glance again and again.

Screw that.

I’m done.

It’s my turn to screw.

 

For the next hour, we play hide-and-seek. When I was a kid, I used to play this game with my parents. These days, I do it with both Jed’s and my sister, Christy’s, kids, but I’ve never had this much fun. That’s because Becca plays the game with more excited enthusiasm than the kids. She’s a totally different woman—throwing her head back and laughing, joking teasing, tickling.

It dawns on me that she didn’t have this growing up. I don’t know her whole story, but the bit I know tells me that smiling, laughing, and tickling didn’t happen often. So, now, she’s soaking it all up and giving it right back to these kids. It’s a thing of beauty.

This doesn’t take into account that, after a while, she pulls me into her fold. She grabs my hand and laughs without abandon when I do something goofy for the kids. Christ, she doesn’t stop smiling once, and it’s nothing but genuine, even when aimed at me.

It’s not just a thing of beauty. It’s beautifully sweet.

My girl—pure sweet.

Now, it’s Nick’s turn to seek, and he’s a speed counter, so as he fires off numbers faster than he eats jelly beans, Becca and I rush around to hide the other three. I pop Ashley in the shower and tell her to be quiet as Becca hides the other two somewhere in the room the girls share.

Nick gets to eighteen when I get out of the bathroom just as Becca emerges from the bedroom. My blood is pumping, and I’m grinning from ear to ear. Becca giggles as our eyes dart around, looking for a spot to hide.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

I spot a closet door, open it, and grab Becca’s hand to drag her in with me before closing the door, shrouding us in darkness.

Seconds tick by with our breaths coming out in heavy pants, the excitement still pumping through my body, when I realize that this closet is way too small for both of us. Her body is plastered against mine. Her face is at my chest, her hot breath seeping through my shirt, and it’s killing me. It’s not because I don’t want her exactly where she is, but because I don’t think she’s ready for what it’s doing to me. I can’t see a fucking thing, so every exhale and every movement is amplified in a way that’s making my dick hard.

“Thanks for the hiding spot,” she whispers against my shirt, making me grit my teeth.

“Don’t mention it,” I whisper back.

She smells so damn good, the scent of oranges and lavender permeating the air around us. I suck in a breath when she slowly, hesitantly snakes her arms around my waist.

“It’s more comfortable than having them squished between us.” She tenses her arms, accentuating her words.

“Mmhmm,” I mumble.

After a few seconds, she says quietly, “I forgot how good you smell.”

Fucking Christ.

Maybe I was wrong about her not being ready. My heart hammers, and my semi-hard cock jerks.

Tits sliding across my chest, she lifts up and gives my collarbone a touch of her tongue.

Fuck.

The feel of her tongue is soft, hot, wet. My chubby grows harder, and it takes everything in me not to drive my hands into her soft hair and take her mouth.

“Sweets, you sure you’re ready to go there?”

“I just wanted to see if you taste as good as I remember.” She glides back down.

The disappointment moving through me does nothing to stop my dick from throbbing. “Fuck, Becca. Don’t do that again if you’re not ready for that shit. There’s only so much a man can take.”

She’s silent.

I try to ease my dick down, but it’s pressed against her hard stomach, and I know she can feel it. There’s no way she could miss it, and the idea that she’s aware of my dick is not helping me find my calm. In fact, it’s the opposite. It’s been six years, but I know how good she tastes, how well she takes direction in bed, how fucking phenomenal her tight pussy sliding up and down my cock as I hold her hands looks and feels.

Without thinking, I tangle both my hands in her hair, which is longer than before but no less soft. When she sucks in air, my hips jut forward, my dick rubbing against her tight abs.

A moan catches in her throat, so I tilt her head up. I move my head downward at a snail’s pace, giving her time to push me away.

A half inch from her mouth, feeling her heavy breath against my lips, I ask, “You sure?”

As her answer, she closes the distance, and the instant her lips touch mine, fire sweeps through me, and I’m all over her. With my tongue devouring and my hands on her ass, I take everything, and she gives it. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she moans.

The door swings open, and the light is blinding, even behind closed lids.

“Found you!”

Anna lives every day the best she can while struggling against the demons that threaten to consume her and drag her back into the darkness of her very troubled past. The last thing she needs right now is a guy, especially one as sweet and sexy as Jed. When the attraction becomes too strong to resist, she gives into it. Even when she knows it’ll only end in disaster and leave her even more her scared and broken than she was before.

Jed wants to find the right woman and he’s drawn to Anna by carnal magnetism, but she also brings out an Alpha side of him that he’s never known. When his alpha rears its head, it triggers memories in Anna and her carefully crafted wall of protection begins to show cracks.

When fate and misunderstandings threaten the already delicate relationship, can they survive? When Anna’s demons threaten to be unearthed and Jed’s inner alpha only seem to make them worse, can they overcome?

Is it even worth it?

Warning: This book contains graphic violence, sex, and adult language

 

Nicki DeStasi was raised in a small town in Massachusetts. She attended Fitchburg State College and studied Early Childhood Education. As a child, she enjoyed reading, but only recently began doing it again. She has always had an inventive imagination and finally decided to put those ideas on paper for others to enjoy. Worth It was Nicki’s first self-published book. A few personal facts: Sloth from The Goonies is her third cousin, she acted and stared in several plays throughout high school and college, and she can play four different instruments. Nicki’s philosophy is to appreciate the good things in life. If we didn’t make mistakes and have bad things happen then we wouldn’t know how truly wonderful the good things are. No matter how difficult life is sometimes, if we look to the people that love us, then we can get through them and on to the good stuff.