Saturday, April 1, 2017

NEW RELEASE: Midnight Rain (Amour Toxique Book 3) by Dori Lavelle

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BOOK DESCRIPTION

*This is the final book in the Amour Toxique serial. It should be read after books 1 and 2.*


Something went wrong…or maybe right. I can't decide.


The devil before me is several shades darker than the one I knew not long ago.


When I look into his monster eyes, I’m afraid to blink. I’m afraid to breathe. I’m afraid to give him what he wants. He wants me. He wants me alive, and he wants me dead.


The name of the game is revenge.


**PLEASE READ: This book contains dark themes, including violence of a sexual and physical nature that could trigger emotional distress in readers.**


COMPLETE TRILOGY LINKS

SERIAL BOOK TRAILER
  
PURCHASE LINKS MIDNIGHT SCENT (AMOUR TOXIQUE BOOK 1):

PURCHASE LINKS MIDNIGHT STORM (AMOUR TOXIQUE BOOK 2):

PURCHASE LINKS MIDNIGHT RAIN (AMOUR TOXIQUE BOOK 3):

AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate.
Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.


Contact Links:

Email: Dori@dorilavelle.com

Friday, July 15, 2016

COVER REVEAL: Midnight Scent by Dori Lavelle

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Hey everyone,

I'd like to introduce you to my upcoming book, Midnight Scent. Coming in September, 2016.

DESCRIPTION

I find the love letters in my new dorm room, left behind by a previous occupant.

They're meant for someone else, but the words speak to me. They slide off the page, and wrap themselves around my body. They touch me in places I didn't know existed.

I'm falling in love with each word, unable to stop myself.

And I don't even know his name.

Until they tell me.

They say his name is Marcus Devereaux. They say he’s toxic… very dangerous. Falling for him will be a mistake.

I want to believe them. I want to walk away. But the words refuse to be erased from the invisible parts of me.

I'm hooked on the scent of his poison. It’s bad for me. It could kill me. But I’m in too deep.

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

NEW RELEASE: Secrets and Scars (Fatal Hearts 3) by Dori Lavelle

BY Dori Lavelle 1 comment



Secrets and Scars (Fatal Hearts 3) by Dori Lavelle is now AVAILABLE!!!

BOOK DESCRIPTION

The nightmare is far from over.

Alvin Jones, Chloe’s husband from hell, is hot on their trail.

Her nose is picking up on his scent. Her skin feels the heat of his rage. Her tongue tastes death—hers and Owen’s.

Owen Firmin has rescued her from her worst nightmare, but will they be able to cross a dangerous island filled with traps and other hazards in order to reach Owen's yacht, and their only real chance of escape?

Chloe has learned the hard way that life is full of surprises. The next one could be waiting just around the corner.

**WARNING: This book contains dark themes, including violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.**
PURCHASE YOUR COPY HERE:
$2.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy ever afters and mint chocolate. Give her a great romance novel and a mug of hot chocolate and she'd be one happy woman.

Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing schoolwork. 
The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

RELEASE DAY BLITZ: Circles Of Trust by Christine Hart & Giveaway!

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Davis believed his life and everything about it was perfect. He had a great job, his own house on the beach complete with a private 'dungeon' for his more adventurous encounters, great friends, the perfect club membership at a private BDSM club, and what he felt was most important, total control - until the day he was forced to realize that perfection wasn't something he could control. Imanya and Kaena were as opposite as two women could be, but had one thing in common...Davis. Learning to trust again will prove that while he is the 'dominant' in the bedroom, they control what really matters...his heart.
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Christine Hart started writing about romance in grade school when she wrote a story about a love struck puppy. The puppy got his happy ending and Christine became addicted to writing. Believing there can never be enough romance in the world, Christine enjoys writing about unusual, quirky and slightly neurotic characters who sometimes make unlikely choices as they deal with even more unlikely situations but always find true love and their happily-ever-afters. She currently resides in California and even when life interrupts, which it usually does, has made it a rule to write every day - even if it's only one line.
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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Book Blast: DEEP by Skye Warren & $15 GC

BY Dori Lavelle 2 comments




GENRE: Contemporary Romance

BLURB:

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can't fall for him.

Not again.

EXCERPT

The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.

I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.

Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.

My gaze snapped to my phone.

I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.

And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.

No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.

I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.

Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.

I opened the door a crack. Nothing.

Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.

A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.

He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.

Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.

“Come inside,” I whispered urgently, pulling his arm.

All that earned me was a weak groan.

Panic beat in my chest. Was he losing consciousness? Was he dying?

I managed to sling his heavy arm over my shoulders, staggering under even that much weight. Christ. Awake he was pure packed power. Half-conscious and injured, he was like a pile of steel bars—unmovable and unwieldy.

“I’ll never forgive you if you die on my doorstep,” I said.

Something like a grunt escaped him—it might have been a laugh. Either way, he surged up, tapping into some deep well of energy or survival instinct. His effort and all my strength pushed us through the doorway and into my dorm room. It had seemed small before. Now it seemed tiny as we bumped into walls and staggered to the bed.

I wanted to lay him down gently, careful with his wounds, but in the end we both fell under his weight, tangled on the bed in a heap of exhausted limbs. With a coarse shove I managed to get him on his back so I could shut the door.

The hallway was just as empty as when I’d found him. There was a little smear of blood on the doorjamb. It turned a mottled brown when I wiped it with my shirt.

That would have to be good enough for now.

I just hoped no one had followed him. I just hoped no one found him.

And I really hoped no one found me.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.
Website: http://www.skyewarren.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/skyewarren
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/skyewarrenbooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/skye_warren

Links for DEEP
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