Tuesday, April 9, 2013

#cblspromotions Presents 2 Book Barrages and Giveaway


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For the Love of a God
by J.T. Cheyanne & Venus Moon
New Adult Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Category: Mythology
Publisher: XOXO Publishing
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 102 pages

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Blurb
Events of her past led Suria to give up on the notion of love. Her clientele had their desires sated with the stroke of a whip rather than any sexual interaction with the scarred beauty.

Eros, the son of Aphrodite had bedded the wrong woman one too many times. His latest conquest was the granddaughter of Hades. To appease Hades and save his neck, Eros agrees to be stripped of his immortality and banished from Olympus. He is charged with having a non-believer fall in love with him as well as he with her.

Will Eros succeed in winning the love and trust of the cynical beauty, or will he wind up in servitude to Hades for the remainder of eternity?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


Excerpt
Usually, he was the one dodging the amorous attentions of the females. What did she have that others did not? Why was he so drawn to her?

From the very first time he'd seen her, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. A light came on in the upstairs bedroom and Eros's mouth went dry when her silhouette appeared against the thin blinds. Stepping deeper into the shadows, he watched through half-lidded eyes as she reached up to move her waterfall of hair away from her neck. Amelia's hands appeared to work the fastenings of Suria’s dress. Jealousy, an emotion Eros had never experienced, slammed into him with the force of a tornado. He wanted to loosen the material clinging to her curvaceous figure and let his hands slide around to cup her full breasts. Would she be wearing anything underneath?

Mesmerized, he groaned when the dress slipped from her shoulders and slid slowly down her arms. She turned just as the satin slipped free to reveal her breasts blessing Eros with an erotic glimpse of her profile. Her pert nipples were clearly evident against the window shade causing his cock to spring to full attention and strain the fabric of his Armani tuxedo trousers. His mouth went dry. He wanted to suckle those peaks and hear her moan. Eros tried to gain control of his wicked thoughts but lost all hope of that when she released her hair, letting it flow down her back. He ached to feel the feather soft kiss of it spread over his chest and abs.


About the Authors
J.T. Cheyanne
After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, I finally put fingers to keys and started writing my own stories. It's been a wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard work. Thankfully, my three beautiful children support my craziness and encourage me to continue something I love.

While we both have solo work, Venus and I thrive on the work we do together. What a small world it is indeed Mr. Disney when a small town girl from Alabama can find and write with a big city girl from England. What a ride it has been and continues to be!




Venus Moon
Aspiring writer and mother of two, I enjoy nothing more than losing myself to the rather mad cap workings of my imagination. Blessed with some of the dearest friends, I have to admit that it’s through their guidance and perseverance that I am able to write what I feel and enjoy.

An avid book reader and a lover of long dark winter nights tucked up with a rather fruity glass of red and my partner in crime J T Cheyanne, we aspire to conquer the world with our love of Vampire's, angel's and wolves alike. As well as some mighty fine Gods and a deluge of hot Gay romance.

Email me at j-gs69@live.com.



Playing the Maestro (Maestro Series #1)
by Aubrie Dionne
Contemporary Romance
Categories: Musical
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Heat Level: Sweet
Length: 190 pages

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Blurb
Melody Mires has sworn off dating musicians, but when the sexy European conductor Wolf Braun takes over her struggling symphony, her hesitation almost flies out the window with the notes of her flute—until he opens his mouth. Wolf is arrogant, haughty, and seems to have a personal vendetta against Melody. Oh, and he’s her boss. If she wants to keep her job as principal flutist, she’ll have to impress Wolf while simultaneously keeping her undeniable attraction to herself.

Wolf came to America to get as far away from his past as possible, and to recover some of the swagger he had as one of the world’s best maestros. He never imagined being forced to reassess the entire orchestra’s talent—and potentially fire anyone who doesn’t make his cut. Dating the attractive flutist is out of the question, but as their feelings reach a fever pitch, can they risk both their careers for a chance at love?

Excerpt
Melody Mires plopped into the principal flutist’s seat in Easthampton’s illustrious Civic Symphony and buried her head in her hands. “I’m never dating another self-centered, arrogant, egotistical musician again.”

“Bad date, huh?” Carly ran her cleaning cloth through her oboe as her reeds soaked in a tiny shot glass on her music stand. Violins screeched around them while a French horn blatted arpeggios. It wasn’t exactly the best environment for discussing Melody’s dating habits.

“Let’s just say two hours of listening to a guy talk about his Stradivarius is less than enticing.”

Carly stuck her reed in her oboe and blew a tentative note. Ever since the board of directors had turned off the AC to save money, she’d pulled her pin-straight blond hair in a tight bun and wore shorts and sandals to rehearsal. “Which one is he, Mel?”

Melody considered letting the conversation drop. What did it matter? Every one of the musicians she’d dated was the same as her: burned out from practicing to beat the chair ahead of him, teaching five million lessons a day to make ends meet, scrambling for gigs two hours away on the weekends, so involved in a dying art form that he didn’t even know the Bruins were an ice hockey team.

What she needed was a nonmusician, a gorgeous firefighter or a clean-cut Gillette commercial model in a business suit. Yes, a lawyer who worked to defend the innocent would be nice, or a veterinarian for homeless and sick animals—someone who didn’t think the world revolved around him. But she didn’t travel in those social circles. She was stuck in the stuffy bubble of the classical music community.

“So you gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?” Carly set her oboe across her lap and shuffled through her sheet music.

Melody leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Blake Templeton.”

Carly gave her a shocked look. “Not Blake?”

“Yup.” She assembled her flute to try and look like she was warming up, thinking about the disastrous date with the orchestra’s personnel manager. “Good thing it didn’t work out, or everyone would think I was dating him just so he’d tenure my position.”

“I’m surprised he’d ask you out, what with his sister and all…”

Melody rolled her eyes. “Why would a flute prodigy from Julliard want this little Civic Symphony seat anyway? Seems to me a girl who played the Mozart G Major concerto in front of the New York Phil at age seven could get a seat in any orchestra. Age seven. When I was seven, the only thing I was playing was pretend flute on my toothbrush.”

Carly shrugged as if she’d told her this flute whiz could tie her own shoes. “You’re better than you think. You could give Blake’s sister a run for her money any day.”

“Thanks, hon.” Melody twirled her dark curls behind her head and stuck a pencil in to hold the knot. “Like I said. I swear never…”

The orchestra quieted around them. A man with dark chestnut hair flowing in waves around his broad shoulders took the conductor’s podium and tapped his baton on the music stand. Blue eyes that reminded Melody of the Atlantic Ocean on a sunny day surveyed the orchestra. He pursed curvy lips framed by a strong-ridged jaw and gorgeously high cheekbones and gestured to Carly to give the tuning pitch.

Melody was glad the woodwinds sat in the back so he wouldn’t hear her audible gasp. “Who the hell is that?” She thought she knew everything happening with the orchestra.

Carly nodded to him and switched on her tuner, clipping a small mic to the bell of her oboe. She spoke out of the corner of her mouth. “They just introduced him on the website this morning. Their latest surprise: Wolfgang Braun, the guest conductor from Berlin.”

Melody stared in disbelief, thinking Chris Helmsworth’s Thor must have had a better-looking, long-lost cousin in Germany. Since when did conductors lift weights? She’d never have to force herself to look up for cues again.

Review
“Dionne’s passion for music resonates through this lovely story. Brava.”--Nikki Logan, author of How to Get Over Your Ex

About the Author
Aubrie grew up watching the original Star Wars movies over and over until she could recite and reenact every single scene in her backyard. She also loved The Goonies, Star Trek the Next Generation--favorite character was Data by far--and Indiana Jones. But, her all time favorite movie was The Last Unicorn. She still wonders why the unicorn decided to change back to a unicorn in the end.

Aubrie wrote in her junior high yearbook that she wanted to be "a concert flutist" when she grew up. She majored in flute performance at the University of New Hampshire on a full scholarship, then secured two teaching jobs at a University and a local community music school. While playing in orchestras and teaching, stories popped into her head, and she used them to make the music come alive for her flute students. Her students said they were so good, she had to write them down! Maybe they were right, who knows? Two careers seems to keep her busy. For now.

She is represented by Dawn Dowdle and writes sweet and adventurous fantasy, science fiction, and contemporary romance.

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Giveaway Info:
Prize is a Vera Bradley-Style Bag (picture attached)
. Due to nature of prize, contest is open to US residents only. Ends Apr 15. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.


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Giveaway Info:

Prize is 5 ebook copies of “For the Love of a God” 

(1 each to 5 winners). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends April 15. 

Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.



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