Release Day Book Blast & Giveaway: Be My Hero by Linda Kage & Surviving Love by Ada Frost
Be
My Hero
Forbidden
Men # 3
By:
Linda Kage
Releasing
August 25th,
2014
Self-Published
Blurb
Eva
Mercer’s a mess. She’s single, nineteen, seven months pregnant,
and living off the good graces of her cousin. In the midst of a
complete attitude overhaul—or at least trying to change—the last
thing she wants to think about is men. She’s done with them. For
good. Or at least she was until Pick.
For
ten years, Pick Ryan has dreamed about this girl. He knows how she
smells, what it’s like to hold her in his arms, how she tastes when
he kisses her. But he’s never actually met her. He doesn’t even
know her name. He just knows she’s the one. It’s his brand of
luck that she would walk into the bar where he works on the very day
he gets married to someone else.
Pick
and Eva come from completely different worlds, and yet the connection
they share draws them together too tightly to matter. Nothing can
keep them apart—except maybe a three-month-old boy whose life
depends on just that. And so, their love becomes forbidden.
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Excerpts
“Does
she need a blanket?” I asked when her tiny frame shuddered in her
sleep as if she was shivering. “She looks cold.”
The
nurse’s lips pinched with irritation. “She’s fine. But you
really need to get back to your own room. They said you just got off
dialysis yesterday. You don’t want to overdo it.”
I
nodded as if agreeing, but answered, “Just a little bit longer.”
With a
grumble, she spun away and stalked off. When I heard the phrase,
“...typical single teen mother. Thinks she knows everything...” I
turned and stared after her, watching the extra twenty pounds of
weight on her waistline shift back and forth as she marched off in an
angry huff.
I
don’t know why I let her comment get to me. Maybe it was still
pregnancy hormones swimming through my veins, the start of some baby
blues, or normal insecurity issues of a typical new nineteen-year-old
mom. But tears immediately filled my eyes. I turned back to my child,
small and helpless, fighting for her life, and the floodgate opened
even more.
What
the hell did I think I was?
I’d
gone into this with my usual fake confidence, thinking sure I could
raise a kid. Millions of women popped out babies every year. Why
would I have a problem with it? And look, I’d almost gotten Skylar
killed.
I
sobbed even harder, my chest heaving. I had to pull my hand free of
Skylar’s incubator and bury my face in both my palms to muffle the
gut-wrenching sounds so I wouldn’t wake her.
She
was here, like this, because I was unfit, because
“Hey,”
a cheerful voice interrupted my pity party. “Well, looks who’s up
and out of bed already.”
He
sounded so relieved and happy. I turned to look up at Pick. He stood
in the doorway with the biggest grin and a pink gift bag dangling
from his hand. When he saw my face, his smile dropped flat.
“What’s
wrong? Skylar?” He dropped the bag as he hurried to the incubator.
The
worry on his face warmed my heart and helped calm my tears. “No,
she’s okay. Getting better every day.”
A
heavy sigh escaped him as he set his hand on the clear plastic
separating him from my daughter. “Thank God.”
I
blinked, still in awe over how worried he’d been. “How did you
get back here?” They hadn’t even allowed Reese into the NICU. She
still had to look at Skylar through the window in the hall.
“Being
a flirt comes in handy sometimes.” He finally turned to me and
winked. “The nurses love me.” His grin was brief though. His
worry returned almost immediately as he reached down to pluck me out
of the chair. “Now what’re all these tears about? You’re
looking better, by the way. The yellow skin and swollen face scared
the shit out of me.”
I
didn’t realize he was going to sit me in his lap until he was
already settling me into place. I felt even younger, and stupider
than I had when I’d started my crying jag. A silly little girl
needing to sit on a nice comforting lap to get over herself.
“I
don’t know,” I mumbled, wiping the drops off my cheeks and
feeling lame. “I’m just so...overwhelmed.” Along with scared,
worried, lost, unsure—ugh! What happened to the cocky Eva Mercer
I’d been a year ago? I’d take a nice, big dose of her right now.
Pick
chuckled and kissed my forehead, stirring up a nest of butterflies in
my stomach. Or maybe it was the staples in the c-section cut that
created such a sensation, except I really couldn’t feel much in
that area. Awesome drugs and all.
Unable
to help myself I plunked my head onto his nice, wide comforting
shoulder. I mean, he was offering it. I couldn’t resist. And it
felt good, so amazingly good to let someone hold me for a minute.
Author
Info (Linda Kage)
I
grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of eight
children. Now I live in Kansas with my husband, daughter, and our
nine cuckoo clocks. My life's been blessed with lots of people to
learn from and love. Writing's always been a major part my world, and
I'm so happy to finally share some of my stories with other romance
lovers.
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Surviving
Love
Surviving
Series # 2
By:
Ada Frost
Releasing
August 25th,
2014
Self-Published
Self-Published
Blurb
What
do you do when you find out you’re pregnant, your boyfriend rejects
you, your sister is beaten half to death and the most annoyingly
gorgeous man takes up residence in your house? Well ladies, there is
only one thing to do, pull up your big girl knickers and show the
world your middle finger.
Louise
Beaumont is renowned for her sharp wit, smart mouth and sassy
personality. She comes out swinging in an argument, even when she’s
wrong. But even some events in life can knock her on her arse. And
fighting through the sludge of emotional pressure she’s had poured
over her is taking its toll.
Johan
Senior is broken. A man with a deeply traumatic past, shadows and
monsters haunt his every waking hour. That is until a heavenly angel
is sent in the form of a loud mouthed chestnut haired vixen, who
threatens his manhood countless times. But his heart grabs onto her
and refuses to let her go. The only problem is, his mind needs to
allow him the pleasure of human touch, and to take that terrifying
step of allowing someone into his heart.
Part
of the Surviving series but can be read as a standalone novel.
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Excerpt
“Louise
Beaumont,” called the sonographer.
I
looked up at her and then at the clock. I let out a shaky sigh hoping
a fortnight worth of emotion wasn’t going to burst free right now.
Darren had let me down, yet again. What hurt most, before I fell
pregnant Darren was amazingly attentive. Sometimes a little too much;
I know I can’t be pleased. But it was like a stranger popped into
his place when I told him we were having a baby.
“That’s
me,” I choked out and cleared my throat. I stood and grabbed my
coat and bag. I started down the long hospital corridor toward the
ward I knew Darren worked on. I was no more than 20 feet away, and he
couldn’t even make the time to see our child. The door behind us
burst open startling me. I turned to see a flustered Johan charging
into the waiting area.
“Johan?”
“Darren
left a message at home. He isn’t coming. So I came.” He bent at
the waist and placed his hands on his knees panting for breath. “God,
I’m unfit. Remind me to start back at the gym. I had to park at the
back of beyond, and then I couldn’t find the right place to be.
This place is like a fricking maze.” He straightened.
When I
simply stood gawping at him, his cheeks reddened. “I don’t have
to come in, I can wait here...I just didn’t want...I thought maybe
you shouldn’t be alone.”
Tears
stung my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I simply held out my
shaking hand to him. He smiled and let out a relieved breath. Then he
took my hand and we walked into the dimly lit room.
Author
Info (Ada Frost)
Hi!
What to say about myself...I don't really have anything interesting
to offer other than I love to read, and create stories for others to
enjoy. I've always been told I have a vivid imagination, I just
lacked the confidence to pursue putting it onto the the written page.
But finally I embarked on making a single dream come true.
I
love to read, and write. I only read romance, any genre really, but
it has to have a beautiful romance. I also demand a HEA, even if it
takes two or three books to get there. Reality is too broken and
jaded without having to live through the trauma and angst in a book
for it to end unhappily.
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