Sunday, April 17, 2016

MY SECOND BOOK! Soft Eyes and Troubled Minds official blitz!

I am so excited to announce that during my absence I was working on a very special project of mine. My second book! It has been a dream of mine to publish a book with my best friend and I finally accomplished it. Our book of poetry, Soft Eyes and Troubled Minds, is now available on Amazon and Createspace.

 Even if you don't like poetry, there's a poem for everyone. We took great care in making sure the poems were easy to grasp, quirky, and relatable. For everyone who's been supporting me on this blog since day one, or understands the troubles of self publishing, please show support and purchase our book! I'd love to hear what you think about it.

Soft Eyes and Troubled Minds is a compilation of poetry and literary works by high school students Eboni Symone Porter and Isaiah Cole Louder. It addresses complex emotions and battles an average teenager deals with everyday. It also deals with depression, suicide, love, betrayal, self-image, stress, and finding happiness. This book was not created to make thousands of dollars, win awards, or attract fame. Its purpose is simply to remind the common person that the storm will pass. Do not be afraid.

You can find more information about me and my partner on our website (link above. It a lot better designed than this one, be sure to check it out) Make sure you follow me on Twitter @bloggerESP so you can make sure you get any tour details, coupon codes, and public appearances! And if you want to find out more about the process of making this book, the poems, etc, make sure you hit me up on any of my social media and I will be sure to respond to you!



Those poor, poor single days 
Filled with mixed emotions and desperate haze 
Delusional desire, obsession and fawning 
Causing sleepless nights and morning yawning 

She wanted love, kindness, and affection 
All he had was marijuana and an erection 
Her desperation to love was met with passionless hugs 
And piss colored beer stains on her bedroom rug 

He wanted a playmate for all day and night 
That would keep him satisfied without a fight 
Instead he got a creature with emotion and depth 
With her own desires that would never be met 

Love is not obtainable for it is simply a dream 
That causes not swooning, playmate but the need to scream 
How you disguise this reality is your blatant confusion 
For what you spend your life seeking is just an illusion 

Thursday, February 25, 2016

My fake husband? The Bad Boy Ultimate Blitz and Giveaway!

Bad Boy by J.C. Reed and Jackie Steele
Release Date: February 23rd, 2016
Full length, 350p

I should have seen it coming.
Sexy? Handsome? Trouble? Check, check, and check.
Is he messing up my life? Hell yes.
All the signs are there: he is a bad boy.
Even his name is a lie. Too bad I married him. I can't wait to get divorced. Does this make me sound crazy?
I know I should avoid him, run as fast as I can. However, when a harmless misunderstanding lands me in a foreign prison cell, my dear, lying husband is the only one who can get me out. Crap. I shouldn't accept.
But how to say no to trouble when said trouble is the one who makes me fantasize all the dirty things he could do to me?


Author J.C. REED

BAD BOY by J.C. Reed and Jackie Steele is now available worldwide
on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Rogue: Release Day Blast and Giveaway!

Devil's Duke #1
Katharine Ashe
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
Avon Books

In the first book in Katharine Ashe’s stunning new historical series, to capture a
duke, a lady must first seduce a rogue. 
Lady Constance Read is independent, beautiful, and in need of a husband-now. The
last man on earth she wants is the rogue who broke her heart six years ago,
never mind that his kisses are scorching hot…
Evan Saint-AndrĂ© Sterling is rich, scarred, and finished with women-forever. He’s
not about to lose his head over the bewitching beauty who once turned his life
upside down.
But Constance needs a warrior, and Saint is the perfect man for the job. Only as a
married woman can she penetrate Scotland’s most notorious secret society and
bring a diabolical duke to justice. When Constance and Saint become allies-and
passionate lovers-he’ll risk everything to protect the only woman he has ever

Katharine Ashe is the award-winning author of historical romances that reviewers call “intensely lush” and “sensationally intelligent,” including How to Be a Proper Lady, an Amazon Editors’ Choice for the 10 Best Books of the Year in Romance, and My Lady, My Lord and How to Marry a Highlander, 2015 and 2014 finalists for the prestigious RITA® Award of the Romance Writers of America. Her books are recommended by Publishers Weekly, Women’s World Magazine, Booklist, Library Journal, Kirkus Reviews, Barnes & Noble, and many others, and translated into languages across the world.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

HEAT for Valentine's Day! Hidden Heat Blitz and Tasty Giveaway!

Can we just appreciate how sexy this book cover is for a second? I mean look as this bad ass girl looking like a radical feminist. Yes girl, work!

Brothers of Mayhem #1
Carla Swafford

Cassidy Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking
Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above
smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big
mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking
from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the
whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a
biker’s plaything. But Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard
earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks
a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s
his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every
scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest
fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever
felt so real.


The Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club never took kindly to threats. She didn’t care. Violence was the only way they would respect her, and she was prepared to do more, if that’s what it took to bring her little brother back home. Storm had never stayed gone this long.
“Put the bat down before you get hurt.” The bartender’s soft command sounded so reasonable.
Screw reasonable. She’d been fair and understanding for the last three days while she searched for Storm. Her patience had disappeared with the only member of her family worth a damn. No way would she fail him again.
“I will when you—”
Brawny arms wrapped around her chest and squeezed. She gasped for breath as someone hauled her against his chest and off her feet. The bartender grabbed the bat from her loosened grip and threw it to the side. It hit the floor with a loud clanking.
“Little girl, we don’t know where your brother’s at. We didn’t lie about that.” The deep voice of the club’s VP, Mac McGee, came from above her head as he squeezed again in warning. “Maybe I need to teach you some fucking manners.”


Carla Swafford loves romance novels,action/adventure movies, and men, and her books reflect that. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Stripped…RAW?!?! Cover Reveal and Excerpt! Get the Scoop!

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I’m a yes girl. Get your mind out of the gutter; I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about saying yes to whatever comes my way in life. So when I had the chance to move to Europe after college, I said, yes. When I had the chance to open my own lingerie line, I said, yes. And when my stepsister got diagnosed with cancer and needed me to come home and help her raise her daughter, I said, yes. That’s me, Kenzie — the yes girl! In every area of my life but one —Love. Always the first to leave a relationship. Will I be able to say yes to love — to Kane — to being happy? Or will I simply come undone and be stripped raw?


Don’t let Kenzie fool you! She’s a master at hiding behind a laugh and a smile. Being an attorney, I prefer the facts. This story isn’t as light and happy as my yes girl would have you believe. No laugh can sugar coat what we are facing: I’ve lost everything. I know what it’s like to be left raw. But sometimes that’s the only way to find love. To strip yourself down, let the other person see all your shit, and hope they love you anyway.

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I’m the good girl, very responsible, girl-next-door type.”
Should I tell her I took the virginity of the girl next door? Probably not. “I think you’re more than that,” I say, taking a step closer to her. That wasn’t a line. I really mean it. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think so. 
I inch even closer, but she looks confused — a little like she wants me to kiss her, a little like she wants me to screw her, but mostly like she doesn’t want me to do anything more. I can’t blame her; we only met a few hours ago. Deacon is wrong about the one night stand thing. This woman isn’t looking for a hookup. I’m not, either. One night with her wouldn’t be enough. So I take a step back, my fists clenched at my sides to redirect my energy.
“That was my first catalog,” Kenzie says. “I plan on doing two a year.” She reaches for a sketchbook on her work table. “This is what I’m working on for the next line. I’ll be photographing them pretty soon. The line is inspired by men’s clothing, so pinstripes and. . . .” 
She keeps talking about the different fabrics, colors, and textures she plans to use. I have no idea what she is saying, but marvel over what I’m seeing — corsets and bustiers, vests with garter belts, bras, and G-strings. I love that these ideas, these fantasies, came out of her mind. She is so much more than she thinks, so much more than the girl next door.
Kenzie flips to another sketch, this one of a navy bra and panty set with stockings and heels. That will look perfect on her — especially bent over my office desk. My cock throbbing, I take a deep breath and try to focus on what Kenzie is saying. My eyes search the catalog pages for anything to distract me. “What’s this?”
“Cuffs,” she says, “like on a man’s dress shirt. But these double as handcuffs.”
Okay, that’s it. The arts-and-crafts show is officially driving me crazy. My dick is rock hard now, and I can’t take it anymore. 

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