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Thursday, December 8, 2016

New Release - The Butterfly Box






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Free your imagination as you delve into this eclectic mix of healing tales from eight authors, just as different as their stories. Lift the lid and take a peek inside The Butterfly Box.

Authors include:

Kate Vine
Half Full
Contemporary NA
Sometimes making the split second decisions are fruitful and give you the best outcome and that’s the best ones.
But what if you made a split second decision and it changed all your life.
Not in the best kind of way.
What if you had to live with regrets of that one night ?
What if that one night changed who you were and made you someone different?
What if that night made you look different?
One decision.
One push of the gas pedal.
...Everything changes...

Brooke May
A Second Chance
Paranormal NA
Derek:
Life isn't all sunshine and love like they tell you when you are a child. Life is about pain, especially mine. I live mine with a daily reminder of the fact that I didn't fight for the woman I love... I didn't go after her when I wanted to.
My heart is wrecked, my chest in a vice, and yet I am somehow supposed to keep going, to live with it...
So day after day, I live with it, until Annabelle walks back into my life, and she is as beautiful as I remember.
Annabelle:
Free is how I have lived since I left Fetterman.
I try my best to ignore the pain of my past, but my mind always turns back to him and all the questions I have. I am stubborn, I'm well aware of that, and I've never been able to bring myself to go back there until now.
The man who is supposed to be my father is ill and I have business to do with him.
I don't expect to see him, Derek.
I don't expect him to be even more handsome than ever... angrier than ever.
I don't know what I expect, and I certainly don't expect a second chance…

KM Neuhold
Unbreakable
Contemporary NA
Amie:
My life was perfect. Perfect fiancé, dream job working as a veterinarian at a local zoo, and crazy awesome friends. And then I got sick. The diagnosis was a complete shock, too much of a shock for my fiancé. Now I’m trying to get my feet back underneath me and figure out what to do now that my time is running out.
Parker:
After years of crushing on my gorgeous, unavailable neighbor she’s finally single and I’m not about to miss my shot with her. The only problem is, something is going on with her. For some reason she’s spiraling out of control and I have every intention of being there to catch her when she hits bottom. She may think she’s alone in whatever she’s going through, but she wasn’t expecting me.


Rebecca M. Gibson
After The Noise Dies
Historical NA
"They turn off the lights with a click. I'm plunged back into darkness, back into hell."
Percy is a lieutenant in The Great War. After an evening attack, that leads to his hospitalisation, his reality begins to crumble. Believing himself captured by the Germans, he has but one hope...if only he can remember her face.
Ida waits in terror for news of her husband. Not long married, she feels lost without him. When the dreaded telegram arrives, she knows she will do absolutely anything to get him back. This is, if he'll let her…


Tricia Copeland
Lovelock Ones: Native One
Dystopian YA
Despite unparalleled global warming and mandatory genetic typing, Jema and Troy’s high school experience in Port Orford, Oregon seems decent enough. But as a second worldwide flu epidemic threatens, their parents send them to a remote Nevada community. Lovelock is an ancient cave a group has transformed into a base camp. With Jema’s sister’s life in the balance, she and Troy must decide whether to risk exposing the group to save her. Will they jeopardize many for one? Find out in Native One, a young adult novella.

Eleanor Lloyd Jones
Heart Of Life
Romance NA
Trust no one.
Stick together.
Do it your way.
A life of hardships is an endless road for Jess, but with her soul mate by her side, anything is doable; everything is within reach.
Until tragedy strikes...
And when tragedy strikes, it leaves an unsettled feeling in its wake—a feeling that nothing will ever be quite the same again.

Riann C. Miller
Returning Home
Contemporary NA
"You don’t meet the love of your life when you’re just a kid.
Samantha
I lost count of the times I was told to move on. To get over the boy who stole a piece of my heart and kept it with him long after he unexpectedly left town. You can’t force someone to love you and it’s impossible to love enough for two, but I tried.
My life moved forward. My heartache slowly lessened. My reasons for living evolved but my heart never forgot. That’s why when Luke Runyan finally returned home, he turned my life upside down.
Luke
My world revolved around her. I would do anything to make my girl happy, that included setting her free.
Without my permission, life marched on but when I closed my eyes at night, she was always the first to greet me. I should have known that returning home would wreak havoc on my life and I should have known even one glance in her direction would make leaving without her a second time practically impossible.


Katie Fox
The Heart Of Him
Contemporary NA
One day. One hour. One second.
That’s all it takes for everything to change...
Cassidy Porter is barely holding it together. She lives everyday of her life with a heavy weight on her chest, searching for that one moment when she can catch her breath and not feel the pain that serves as a constant reminder of all that she’s lost.
Until him…
Samuel Copeland spends his days in the local coffee shop, watching and observing, trying to make sense of his life and the second chance he’s suddenly been given. He doesn’t know how to move forward or where to begin.
Until her...
Brought together by fate, or perhaps—more simply—the hearts beating within their chests, the two form an unexpected bond, one that has them asking: can two hearts be destined only to beat for each other?
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Monday, November 28, 2016

Cover Reveal - The Butterfly Box - SASS Anthology

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 Free your imagination as you delve into this eclectic mix of healing tales from nine authors, just as different as their stories. Lift the lid and take a peek inside The Butterfly Box.

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Authors include  
Jenn Hype  
Kate Vine  
Brooke May  
KM Neuhold  
Rebecca M. Gibson  
Tricia Copeland  
Eleanor Lloyd Jones  
Riann C. Miller  
Katie Fox  

The charity is Medecins Sans Frontieres, with all proceeds going to them http://www.msf.org.uk/ msf 


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Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Blog Tour - Impossible Girl (Sexy Nerd Boys Novella)

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Blog Tour

Impossible Girl

by

K.M. Neuhold

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Blurb
The only thing more difficult than catching her, is keeping her.
Dex
I’ve spent the last four years in self-imposed celibacy. It was going fine until I met her. Remy Harris, the wild eyed vixen no man can pin down. She’s more than willing to have a good time, but I’m looking for so much more than that.
Remy
Love ‘em and leave ‘em. It’s safer that way. In my experience all men are looking for is a good time anyway. It’s better to give them what they want and walk away before they can do the same to you. When I needed a calculus tutor I never expected to find one who’s so...sexy. Since when are nerds so hot?
**While every book in this series can be read as a stand alone, you will likely get more enjoyment from Impossible Girl if you've read Worth the Wait and Naughty Angel first
**mature content
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Excerpt 1

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



Excerpt 2

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
~~~

I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



Other Books In the Sexy Nerd Boys Series


Worth The Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys, 1)
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She's got issues, he's got rules for his one night stands. Can they break through the b.s. and find love?


Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys, 2)
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What does a tattooed lothario do with a naive virgin? Teach her everything he knows, of course.
About The Author
K.M NEUHOLD
I'm a total romance junkie whether it's reading or writing, I just can't get enough. I also have a terrible habit of falling hopelessly in love with my own male main characters.
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