Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Blog Tour - Impossible Girl (Sexy Nerd Boys Novella)

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Blog Tour

Impossible Girl

by

K.M. Neuhold

Cover
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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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

New Release - Blossom and the Beast


Blossom and the Beast
Author: RS McCoy
A Beauty and the Beast Retelling
Release Date: May 31, 2016



Blurb: 

*A Paranormal Romance retelling of Beauty and the Beast*

Blossom Frane is only weeks away from her transformation. On her eighteenth birthday, she’ll find out her future branch of society and her totem, the animal form she’ll be able to take at will for the rest of her life. Like her brothers, she’s expected to be a brown bear of the religious branch known as Terra. 

In the Alderwood forests, Blossom’s bear blood is a valuable asset. Any day now, a rival clan leader will step forward and offer her father a hefty bounty in exchange for her hand in marriage. Blossom can do nothing more than sit back and wait to be traded to the highest bidder.

Determined to spend her last weeks exploring the Alderwood, Blossom sneaks away and manages to find Kaide Landel, a rising political star of the Pyro branch. Known for his violence and disregard for the religious teachings of the Terra branch, he’s all wrong for the bear clan’s prized daughter. But when the politician uses his wealth and influence to secure her hand, Blossom has no choice but to leave her family and marry him—if she lives that long.

Reviews:

Beauty and the Beast has long been my favorite old school Disney movie and this book has some serious undertones with Beauty and the Beast references. Sometimes this doesn't work so well, but here the references are perfectly placed and pulled at my heart strings. Clarice's Book Nook

I adored the characters (especially Kaide but also Blossom ­­ she's such a strong­willed character!) the story, and McCoy's wonderful and gripping writing style. BooksEnchanted

The story is fast paced and apart from Blossom and Kaide's romance, there is plenty of suspense, political manipulation and intrigue in Kaide's career as a politician that will affect and change his and Blossom's lives forever! All this and more is handled with ease by RS McCoy and I loved her writing style and know that I will be checking out her other books too while I wait for the next book in this series. NjKinny's World of Books and Stuff

Author Bio: 

Rachel McCoy is a Texan living in New Jersey. Between binge­watching MTV reality shows and baking gluten­free treats, she writes paranormal fantasy and science fiction novels. She is the self­published author of the Sparks Saga trilogy, The Extraction Files, and The Alder Tales series. Back when she lived in the real world, Rachel earned a degree in marine biology, which contributed to her die­hard love of manta rays.

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What do you think? Gonna pick up a copy?

Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!

Jo

Friday, May 27, 2016

Geneva Lee Announces New Release - GILT: By Invitation Only - Win an ARC!




New York Times and internationally best-selling author, Geneva Lee, announces new GILT Series -- described as "Veronica Mars" meets "Pretty Little Liars" --with a provocative cover reveal. GILT: By Invitation Only, which will hit shelves on Tuesday, May 31st, has already stirred a bit of controversy online because of its cover. A close-up picture of the delicate pink petals of a rosebud, it has readers' wondering whether it's symbolic of female genitalia.

While Lee is leaving interpretations of the cover up to the fans, she has this to say about the series: "It has been the ultimate guilty pleasure to write. I think that's because it combines that amazing visceral sensation of first love with scandal and bad boys, lies and murder. With GILT, I've given my wicked side free reign, and honestly, I'm having such a fun time with these characters."

Lee had originally intended the series to take place in the south, but after a recent trip to Las Vegas had her wondering what it would be like to grow up in the dark, gritty, and glamorous place, she was inspired to shift gears and setting to explore the world known as Sin City through the eyes of protagonist, Emma Southerly. Emma, who was raised in Vegas, but is an outsider to its elite circles, will have to discover if she's a pawn or a player in dangerous games.

In addition to the suggestive cover, the marketing of the series promises to be as engaging as the twists and turns contained within it, starting with a Las Vegas-themed casino party at UTOPiA reader and writer con in Nashville, TN on Saturday, June 25th. The sold-out party will entertain 500 guests, including fellow authors, fans, industry influencers, book cover models, and fans, before the Fifth Annual UTOPiA Awards that night.

Lee confirms three books in the GILT series will be released rapid fire in 2016.

 JOIN the sinful cocktail hour hosted by Geneva Lee at UTOPiAcon! Saturday, before the awards, in the Crown Ballroom at the Millennium Maxwell House at 6:30PM CST.

Add it to your Sched here!



About GILT: By Invitation Only: In a world with too much money and not enough rules, anything goes. Welcome to Belle Mère, the most exclusive zip code outside the Las Vegas Strip. It's every sinner's fantasy and every good parent's worst nightmare.

Emma Southerly doesn't belong at Belle Mère Prep despite her new stepfather's money. Not after she shunned her invite to the popular table, and especially not after what happened last summer. So when her best friend begs her to crash an invite-only, end of the year party, she should say no with a capitol H-E-L-L.

It's just a party. What could go wrong?

Getting kicked out to start. Running into the man who destroyed your family.

Everything.

Until she meets Jamie, who's also hiding from the in-crowd. After spending the night with the cute stranger, Emma barely makes it home before news hits Belle Mère's brunch tables. A body's been found on the West estate, and Jamie is the number one suspect. But he couldn't have done it…right?

Emma isn't sure she can trust him or the rest of Belle Mère. After all, no one is safe when everyone is a liar.


 
About Geneva Lee: Geneva Lee is the New York Times bestselling author of the Royals Saga. She prefers fantasy to reality, especially fantasies involving powerful, dangerous, and sexy men. You can find her devouring a good romance while avoiding the laundry and the children. She lives in Kansas City with her family, but she can be found online at: www.facebook.com/genevaleeauthor


Now, enter to win an ARC of GILT: By Invitation Only!
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SEVEN ARCs are up for grabs.

Excited yet? Me too!

Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!

Jo