Tour de Blogg ~ Marie Wathen ~ All is Lost Blog Tour

Bang... One second: loud music, dancing, laughing, fun, family, friends, love and everything... Bang... Next second: screaming, running, crying, fear, pain, blood, loss and nothing... Bang.... The events of one night on Willow Island will irrevocably change the lives of so many forever. Breesan Maxwell’s ultimate downfall came that night after one kiss. The impenetrable wall surrounding her fragile heart crumbled, and now the entirety of it belongs to one man, Marcus Walker. Finally accepting his love along with those she denied for years, Breesan finds that it is vital to her existence. Better judgment and commitments be damned, Marcus Walker succumbs to the one thing he vowed never to do. Love found him that fateful night, but will his new happiness be lost while he struggles to save the woman of his dreams. Heaved unwillingly into his poisonous covert life, will she survive the threats of abductions, illegal experimental drugs, and death? Morgan Walker's twisted family responsibilities will lead him to an ultimatum that shreds his perfect plan apart. Promised one woman, intrigued by another, yet neither owns him. Will the one woman who could redeem his narcissistic ways be lost to him before he realizes that he suffers with a broken heart and needs her love? Can these entangled souls survive the relentless pursuits of unforeseen forces, stopping at nothing to get what they desire? Or can Breesan, Morgan and Marcus push through their fears and personal hells, fighting for what really matters most before All Is Lost?

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Marcus Walker My heavy breathing prevents me from speaking, but I don’t need to say a word. Her eyes lift up to greet me, as if she could sense me before she could hear or see me. Wide gray eyes melt into pools the second she realizes that I am really here. 

I bolt across the room and clutch her delicate, warm body to mine. She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, drawing in a deep breath and then relaxing into me. “I’m here now, Baby.”

 I whisper against her cheek. A silent sobbing takes over and her entire body trembles from holding the grief in too long. With my arms already engulfing her small body, I draw her tighter against my chest. I glance up and see the guilty ass look plastered on Kole face, confirming that they have told her the news and I am about to get my pissed off on.

 Jerking my head toward the door, I silently suggest he can leave and that he better take everyone with him. After simply holding me for a while in a tight embrace, she slowly pulls away and peers up at me through matted eyelashes. Tenderly, I raise my hand up, cup her cheek, and stroke my thumb over her bottom lip. 

Staring passionately into my eyes, she softly kisses the pad of my thumb. My god, her full lips and sad eyes make me want to kiss the hell out of her. But I can’t take advantage of her when she’s hurting. I slide my hand under her chin, tipping it upward. My love for her grips hold of my soul and it screams for me to handle her with care. Placing my forehead against hers, I squeeze my eyes shut and force away the desire to ravage her on this damn countertop. Being away from her was too much.

 I kiss her face, starting with her forehead. My lips heat instantly connecting with her smooth skin. I breathe in deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent. She slowly glides her hands up my arms. Her fingernails scrape along my skin, sending shivers through every cell in my body. My lips move along her forehead and down the side of her face where I place several lingering kisses and I feel the grief flowing away with each one. Moving down her neck, I slide my nose along the edge of her ear and kiss her earlobe. 

I need to taste her. My tongue edges along her ear, retracing my path. Her deep gasp tells me that I am taking her mind off of everything. A lustful moan rattles hard in my chest, like a bullet just ripped through me, slicing my dark heart. Breesan is my light in this dark and sinister world, bursting forth. It is her love alone that brightens the evil pathway and draws my heart out of the eclipsing blackness, dimmed by past relationships. Needing more, I wind my hands through her long dark curls and draw her closer, by digging my fingers into her neck. The pressure isn’t enough to hurt her, but it is enough for her to understand exactly what I must have. 

She spreads her legs apart and I take up position between them. Caressing one hand down her back, I reach her hip and grip it tightly and she comes willingly to me. I drag her to the edge of the counter and press hard into her. Slow down, I tell myself. “You’re really here,” Breesan says, believing it so, now that she’s out of her earlier haze.  She's panting hard and her heart rate matches mine.

  Wanting her to know how much I missed her, I graze my mouth over her bottom lip, instantly needing more. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her softly but it only adds to my desire. Her lips move in unison with mine and our reunion becomes scorching. I shouldn’t kiss her so passionately, during a time like this, but she is everything. Thrusting her breast against my chest, Breesan opens her mouth with a heavy moan. Hearing that sweet sound, I lose my mind and I take it - roughly. 

I take every whimper, every grunt and every sigh, but it’s still not enough. I want more. While pushing my rock solid hard-on between her widespread legs, I pull her by her sweet ass brutally against me. She clinches her legs tightly, holding me against her center tightly and I almost come apart. I feel her heating from our friction and all I want at this very moment is to drop down on my knees and taste her. Releasing the intense hold I have on her backside, I slip my hand around her hip and graze over the top of her thigh. I can’t stop myself. I need to feel her. 

 Incapable of processing a damn thought any longer, I take our relationship to a step we’ve never been. I glide my hand between her legs and cup her, feeling her wetness through her shorts. Throwing her head back, she groans and pushes forward, against my hand. “Ohmygod,” Her voice is raspy with bliss. I drop my eyes down to where my fingers press into her, feeling my heart stall completely. 

 Mygod, watching her writhe on my hand is the most fucking intoxicating thing I’ve ever seen, even with her fully dressed. “Marcus, I need you so much.” She says in a voice only meant for the bedroom. Hearing her say my name and telling me her needs while I’m getting her close to climax causes my heart to squeeze so tight that I feel like it might explode. Clawing her nails into my hair and pulling me down, she crashes my mouth on hers. In this kiss, I give her my heart, my soul and everything that I am, confirming after being away from her too damn long, that I am irrevocably in love with her.

 She slips her hands under my shirt, tracing up my stomach and stopping when she reaches my chest. She needs me too, I justify practically screwing on the kitchen counter. “Not in the kitchen.” A playful voice sings, breaking up our reunion and I want to kill the son of a bitch for interrupting us. Stilling in my arms, Breesan’s gray eyes snap open, piercing me with a combination of fear and embarrassment that surges through them. She whispers, “Ohgod.” “Hey you two love-birds, I said, not in the kitchen.

 So knock it off.” It is Sam barging in that explains Breesan’s reaction. Because it is my sister and not one of the guys she looks like she wants to crawl under a rock and hide. Looking at Breesan’s swollen lips and tangled hair, I’m thankful that I didn’t go against my promise and fuck her now. After everything that’s happened, it would be a real bastardly move on my part.

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New Adult Author of the All Series (four book series), book one Be All released July 2013. Marie Wathen is a wife, mother of two, and recently became a Lola (her version of grandmother). When she isn't writing her other career is in law enforcement. Marie is a fourteen year veteran dispatcher at her local Sheriff's Office. It is also where she met her husband Barry (he is a police officer not an inmate). Born and currently living in Central Alabama, she enjoys a serene life in the country, but lives for the excitement of visiting large cities. Besides writing some of Marie's other passions include reading, listening to music, dancing, traveling, family time with southern home cooking and has admitted that she has a severe addiction to Facebook. Although Marie has been a storyteller her entire life, Be All is her first publication. Marie's genre includes, but is not limited to, Romantic Suspense. Marie’s current projects include a Romantic Paranormal Thriller series and she is collaborating on a Love Story Anthology, both releasing in 2014.

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*** Cover Reveal*** Margaret McHeyzer ~ Yes, Master

My uncle raped me.

I was 10 years old when it started.

At 13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop.

At 16 I was ready to kill him.

Today, I’m broken.

Today, I only breathe to survive.

My name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story.

“Master would flog me if I did, she won’t be happy when I tell her what happened here.”

“Master?”

“Stella.”

Oh, Master.

“It’s just such a difficult situation.”

“Of course it’s difficult.” She stops talking and taps her fingernails again. My eyes go to where she’s 

tapping, and then follow up to her face. I try to avoid her abrasive orbs. “You’re overpowered by 

agony and torment, and it’s slowly claiming you day by day.”

I finally concede and look into Stella's eyes. Because every word she’s said, and every sentence that 

she’s breathed out has been so accurate about me.

“Freedom,” she says as I intake a huge gulp of air at that word. “I can promise you freedom if you 

can promise me you’ll never lie to me.”

Fuck.

I want it. I think I may even deserve my very own happily ever after. Are they real? According to 

movies and books they’re attainable. But this isn’t a movie, or even a fucking book.

This is my life.

And I’m going to try to get it.

“No lies, ever,” I whisper.

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I don't do 'normal'.

I've found that the more I write, the more I like being different to other authors. I write in first 

person, and I love to challenge a reader.

I take the normal and switch it around.

For me, I really enjoy getting a reaction from a reader. So if I can evoke an emotion (regardless of if 

it's the emotion the reader wants) then I figure that I've done my job as an author I want to be.

I really quite revel in taking people out of their comfort zones and pushing them to read something 

different.

My genre of writing is, well quite frankly, where ever my mind goes. I won't label myself because I 

don't like sticking to one genre.

My goal with writing is just to take people away from whatever is going on in their lives, even if it's 

only for a split second.

I'm a go with the flow sort of person and don't really take a course of action to get where I am going. 

I live in the moment and don't usually worry about tomorrow because whatever life is due to bring 

me, I'll be happy to accept.

I love my family and friends and will help anyway I can if someone needs it. I really don't like people 

that are nasty just because they can be, I don't believe that's necessary, I mean life's hard enough as 

it is!

I hope you enjoy my books, I've had a hoot writing them. There's more to come.....

Til next time.

M xx

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Mia Michelle ~ Thorneless **Tour**

** SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T READ BOOK ONE**

I hate him..I love him..I hate that I still love him but I do. My parents, my life, my happiness, my heart….he has officially taken all of them from me now. Yes, I am the wilting dying Rose that once belonged to Sebastian Thorne. He had given me back my life, but little did I know he was the very one who had taken it all away from me from the start. I hate him…I love him. 

I never expected Lucas Drake to walk back in my life when I was at my lowest and darkest point. He promises that he will help me heal this pain, but in order to do that he says I need to get away from this town. Maybe he is right. There is nothing here for me anymore but painful memories…and Sebastian. Maybe the only way for this Rose to survive is to do the one impossible thing. I Skylar Rose… must become Thorneless.

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The door of the antique bar in my office shatters, as I furiously shove my fist through the glass. For the past five years, my father’s favorite bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas has sat unopened in that case.  At $160,000 a bottle, the aged Scotch had been my father’s choice of drink.  I had kept it here to remind me of the man I hated and to remind me of the horrific mistake I had made so long ago.

Through the broken glass, I retrieve the bottle of scotch and one of the crystal bar glasses sitting beside it.  Ignoring the bright red blood that now pours down my arm, I blow the broken fragments out of the drinking glass and remove the top off of the bottle.  The strong smell of aged liquor fills the air in my office and I can instantly feel my father right there next to me…. taunting me.

 ‘Go ahead, son. Take that drink! She’s left your miserable ass.  Drink.  Who needs the bitch.  Drink!’

I fill the glass halfway full and lift it up to my mouth. Tilting it back, I can taste the whiskey on my lips.  I want to forget her.  I want this pain to go away.  I have lost her forever and without her, I have nothing.  I don’t want my company or the money. I never wanted any of it in the first place. It had been tainted from the beginning, corrupted from my father’s sweat, lies and deceit.  Right now, all I want is this drink. Right now, all I want is for this excruciating pain in my soul to go away. 

I’m dying. I can’t live without her. I can still feel her sweet touch on my skin. Her intoxicating taste is still on my tongue. My cock still aches to be inside her warm tight folds and coated with her wet release.  She is embedded in me. There is no surviving this.

Is my heart even beating anymore? Please, baby. PLEASE! Come back to me!

‘Drink!  She’s never coming back! You are such a fuck up to the Thorne name! Drink you fucking coward!’

Hesitantly, I open my lips and allow the warm expensive liquid to fill my mouth. My father remains in my head.

Forgetting her will be so easy.  Swallow…just swallow!  Remember? She told you that she can never forgive you. She’s gone. She’s not coming back this time! It’s over! SWALLOW!

But I can’t… I won’t. I spit the dark fluid out, across the wood floor, and then turn to throw my glass against the stone office wall.  I begin violently wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand and then I pick up the bottle of scotch and stare down at it.  If this represents everything I hate, then why do I still have it?  I certainly don’t need any reminders. Those reminders chase me every night in my sleep, as it is.

“Fuck you, Father!”  I roar and with trembling hands, I rare back and toss the bottle against the wall. I stand there and witness the expensive dark brown liquid run down the wall. I wickedly smile knowing just how pissed off that would have made my father. 

Grief stricken, I make my way over to my desk and sit in my large leather chair. I remove her ring from my pocket and stare at the infinity symbol of diamonds. Lightly I trace the delicate jewels around the design. Just like the symbol, my love for her has no beginning or end.  I can’t remember a time not loving her and I will never know a day that I won’t still.

This ring should still be on her sweet elegant finger. 

I glance over at the picture that sits proudly on my desk.  It is the picture of me kneeling down on the beach, as I proposed to Skylar.

The picture of the happiest day of my life!

 Kylie had perfectly captured this beautiful moment and gave it to us when we returned back from our trip.  I think I have looked at it at least a million times since she walked out that door.  What I wouldn’t give to move back time to get this moment back with her.

Sweet Jesus! My soul is being ripped in two!

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Mia fell in love with the literary world at a very young age and began putting her active imagination to pen and paper by the age of six. Over the years, she has filled up numerous shelves with her notebooks and journals of her favorite stories. Twelve years ago, Mia began drafting The Thorne Series and through encouragement of a close friend, decided to finally take the leap of faith to bring her dream to life. She openly admits to having a hopeless infatuation with her Kindle and suffers from the one-click book addiction (No intervention required). 

Mia is currently a stay at home mom who has mastered the fine art of making a PB&J sandwich in between laundry and shuttling kids to ballet and swimming. In her spare time (“What spare time?” She laughs), she enjoys photography, traveling, and having a girls night out with her pals. She enjoys the simple things in life, such as sleeping more than 3 hours per night and 10 minute showers without being interrupted by children yelling “mommy” from the other side of the bathroom door. 

Mia Michelle resides in Tennessee with her soul mate and husband of 18 years and their 2 beautiful young children. She is currently working on her Masters in Counseling and drafting her new series. 

**Review** Kelli Lockheart ~ Moonlit Promise (Goddess Redemption #3)

Are you ready to find out if true love can survive, no matter the cost?

"The Goddess Redemption Series" will give you an exciting and sensual reading experience & awaken your innermost desires."

The adventure takes a twist as this time our hunters are thrown into the bodies of shifters. Tatiana is the Unul Pur, the promise of their kind and the only fertile shifter in a sea of barren werebeasts. She is their hope. She is also storing the consciousness of our goddess of the hunt, Artemis, who is trying to come to terms with the decisions she must make. Luca is a beta, forced to obey the commands of his alpha, Buru. He has traveled far and wide as an emissary to speak for Buru as potential mate to the lovely Tatiana. He is also Orion, god of the hunt, trying to find balance between his memories and the woman he loves.

˃˃˃ WARNING: Due to explicit sexual material, adult language, and scenes of violence, this book is appropriate for mature readers only!

  

We jump right back in to the game again were Orion and Artemis living another life, where they have been turned into Shifters, Yes the same thing hunter and huntress created for sport.

Zeus and Aphrodite are still at each other throats because Zeus thinks Artemis still can not control her self.

Unfortunately their powers are no longer strong enough to bring Artemis back to her true god form.

So the game continues!!

Kelli's books are really creative she draws you into her world and paints a great picture.

I personally feel that the book need editing to clean up the continuity of the story and characters, Putting that aside, this was a great sexy read that I really did enjoy. .

It's a quick and easy read. If you don't like paranormal reads this book is not for you.  

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