!!!!!!!!Reveal by Elle Brooks Release!!!!!!!

I used to believe in destiny. 

I was six years old when I first took to the stage, and I’ve danced every day since. It’s the biggest part of who I am. The fuel that drives me forward. 

My oxygen... 
My life... 
My soul. 

The stars were perfectly aligned, and my fairy tale had slowly begun to play out like a beautifully scripted passage from a romance novel. I was all set to live my happily ever after… 

Until I wasn’t. 

If dancing was my heart, Daniel was the blood that kept it beating. I was content with supporting him as he worked towards his music dreams, but then he disappeared, leaving me scared, alone and suffocating under the crushing weight of his debts. 

It’s said that opportunity often comes disguised as misfortune. 

When one door closes, another one opens. But I wasn’t prepared for it to belong to Reveal, one of New York City’s most exclusive Burlesque Clubs. 

It feels as though the universe is conspiring against me until fate thrusts two very different men into the equation. And what they have in common, no one could have predicted. 

Destiny may have delivered them both, but who stays is my choice.

Elle Brooks is a little neurotic; she functions on a tiny amount of sleep and a huge amount of caffeine. Elle loves green skittles and has an irrational fear of stormy weather. When she's not writing about super hot dreamy leading men, you can generally find her googling them... all in the name of research of course. She can be persuaded to do just about anything with the promise of a good book or a bottle of bubbles. Oh, and she also love to write.

Elle is the author of the Promises Series including Promises Hurt, Forgotten Promises and Empty Promises. 

Book #1 is Promises Hurt released in August 2014.
Book #2 is Forgotten Promises released November 2014.
Book #3 is Empty Promises released February 2015 

*Empty Promises is a prequel novella and can be read before or after the other books in the series. It can also be read as a standalone. 

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Email: ellebrooksauthor@gmail.com
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Web: www.ellebrooksauthor.com

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 (Shadows in the dark, #2)

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Cover Model: Isabella "Bella" Frayne as Delta Rohr

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The fucking lights. They are all I can remember. Everywhere I turn I see them. They haunt my dreams, and now my reality. She liked the lights. I do remember that. It was part of her life, and in turn a part of mine, until the day I forgot it all.

Weapons. Big or small, they can be anything I need them to be. Unlike people in my life, they are predictable, dependable. Without any effort they can cause so much destruction. Touching them they are slick, smooth, and silent when I demand it. Who wouldn’t find them beautiful?

Ink. I’ve loved it since I can remember. It defines me. It’s my release. When I feel like I’m about to blow I turn to the needle. It is the only high I need. I brand people. It’s what I do. Kross Brannon is the best there is when it comes to tattoos. My company proves it.

I never teach. Those that work for me learn from someone else. I work solo. Always have and always will…but then I looked up and saw her, standing in my fucking shop, beautiful, tattooed, and her soul screaming for me to reach out.

That’s the moment everything started falling into place…

I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. Nothing and no one will stand in my way now. I want to be pissed at her, but she’s just given me everything I’ve fucking dreamed of since I was a kid. He’s giving me a chance. I will not let him down.

But then he touched me.

My entire life I’ve been cold, but now a spark has ignited and I’m starting to warm. What does this mean? He can’t know my secrets. It could ruin everything. I want him, but I’ll never give in. The tug of war inside will never defeat what I want. I don’t care how raw my hands become from the rope. Delta Rohr has never fallen for a man, and I don’t intend to start now.

Most like to think that love and war will never entwine, leaving the two paths separate, but sometimes to find the one worth fighting for you must enter into war. The infamous question will always remain: all is fair in love and war? Will it always be a myth or will they find out?

My eyes travel from his lips back to his eyes, locking into place. I hook my thumbs behind the front waistband of my shorts, giving them a prop to avoid an awkward stance, before going for the introduction I couldn't muster last night. "I'm Delta Rohr, the girl that's going to be one of the best in a man's world. Ink is my life. I wear my portfolio on my body. I'm an artist, only I want my canvas to be skin. I want my artwork to be worn. I've wanted an opportunity like this for a long time, and I'll give up anything to get it, but I need the tools to get there. I need the best fucking mentor there is. I need you, Kross."

He remains staring at me while my intestines start twisting into knots, saying nothing at all. Maybe my answer wasn't adequate enough. I'm not sure if I should say anything else or leave it at that. His stance finally breaks and his arms rise and fold over his head, his hands gripping the back collar of his shirt. He pulls it over his head, baring his torso a few inches at a time until it's completely off. Oh hell. His body looks better without clothes than with. He obviously works out, his chiseled form confirming it. Let's not forget the ink spread across his chest and running down both arms. The lower part of his sleeves and the ink that peeks out of his collar, running up part of his neck, is the only thing I've noticed until now. Now that he's standing here shirtless. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder, freeing up his hands.

"What are you doing?"

I immediately notice the silver, square, belt buckle in a dull metal finish, cut out to form a raised skull in the center; my favorite emblem, and the masculine opposite to mine...exactly what he tattooed on my body last night, complete with a pink hair bow. The black, elastic band of his briefs is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. He works to unbuckle his belt, letting each end hang, before going back for the button. He pops it through the slit and then slides down the zipper, revealing the royal blue underwear hugging his hips. My eyes widen. Is he stripping up here? What the hell is he doing? 

"Kross, what are you doing?" I ask again, needing an answer. My heart rate is beating faster with each movement he makes. 

"Starting part two."

"Which is?" I'm becoming nervous. Is he just using me for sex? Dammit, I feel so stupid. I actually thought this was a real interview. I should have known this was just a setup. 

"Letting you tattoo my body."

I regain focus. "Say what?"

"I don't repeat myself. Listen the first time." He pushes the band of his underwear down his body, along with the waist of his jeans, leaving them not far above his...

"It's kind of hard to listen with you stripping naked. You're a guy and I'm a girl. It's human nature to look. So sue me."

He grabs me by the arm and pulls me toward his station. "The second part of this interview is to see you give it a shot. To me, tattooing is a natural talent. It takes more than the ability to trace an object to be a good tattooer. An artist is well rounded in all areas: drawing, tracing, visualizing, shading, design and color, all while having a steady hand. You may be good at drawing with a pencil, but it's a little more difficult with a vibrating gun in your hand puncturing the skin hundreds of times per minute. I'm not wasting my time to make shit more pleasant. I'm making great, flawless."

He releases my arm and steps over the chair in a straddling stance, drawing my attention to his black, high-top Converse shoes matching my pink ones, before grabbing a thin sheet of paper off the counter space. My nerves are on overdrive now. "I've already drawn you out a design that matches the one I tattooed on your pelvis last night, minus the fucking bow. It's a pretty simple design but a good one. Basic skull and crossbones fit my personality so I'll deal with it on my body. Wouldn't be the first version anyway, but since this is your first it's going somewhere I can cover up if you fuck it up. My sleeves are sacred, my masterpieces. Only the best adds to it. You earn the right to leave your mark as an artist there."

He pushes his pants down some more, until the top half of his firm ass is bare. If he pushes them down any further I'll be able to see his dick. Without breaking he applies the transfer of ink from paper to skin below his waistline, and low enough he can cover it by simply buttoning his pants. He cannot possibly expect me to give him a tattoo that close to his dick. Come on.... 

He grabs a pair of black, latex gloves off the tray. It looks like everything is already setup. "If you want to be the best in a man's world, then you better be serious as fuck about learning and perfecting. There are some that have made it and done so well, but tattooing has always been a man's art. I'm not showing you how to setup or prep today, because that's not necessary before you get the job. I looked at your ability to draw when I looked at your body last night. I want to see technique. I'm a hands on learner so that's how I teach. You have about a two-hour window. All of my artists will be here at three today. That gives me time to clean up after you're done."

"So you let everyone interview this way? How do you have any blank skin left?"

A smirk begins to form. "Nope. You're the first. I don't normally teach."

My nerves were at a good five. They were just bumped to ten. "Uh, then why me?"

"I'm feeling giving I guess." He hands me the gloves and sits down on the chair, then laces his hands behind his head and leans back against the back of the chair. "Tattoo me." 

I am totally and inevitably fucked...

I found books when I was going through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there be many books to come. XOXO- C 

   

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Alexa Crushed by T.R. Cupak
(Alexa Crushed #1)
Publication date: May 20th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:

Alexa Morgan lost her mother when she was two. At eighteen, her father and stepmother died when a devastating earthquake hit the Bay Area. Only one person has remained a constant in her life: Devin.
Devin has been Alexa’s best friend since childhood. The two are inseparable—or they were until Devin declared his love for her at sixteen. When Alexa can offer him only friendship in return, Devin retreats, brokenhearted.
Alexa, on the other hand, longs for Ethan, the boy next door. Four years older than her, and with an ever-changing roster of girlfriends, Ethan is everything Devin isn’t: wild, sensual, and unpredictable.
In the aftermath of the deadly earthquake, Ethan makes his move on Alexa, who reciprocates in a confused whirl of grief and desire. When Ethan leaves town shortly after, Devin comes back into Alexa’s life, offering support and expecting nothing in return.
Alexa begins to see the advantages of Devin’s quiet, stable love. But just as her feelings for her old friend begin to blossom, Ethan returns. Now Alexa must choose—the perfect boyfriend or the wild, thrilling bad boy. It’s a choice that changes her life forever.

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EXCERPT

“Hi, Ethan. I’m Lexi.” I smiled and stuck my hand out for him to shake.

shake. He had a strong grip, and the second he touched my hand, I felt the heat rise to

my cheeks again. Stop blushing, I told myself.

thinking better of it as I crossed the living room to where my parents were seated. My

mom was watching me closely and had that all­knowing smile on her face, since she

seemed to think I had a crush on hottie—oh, wait, I had a name now—Ethan.

without being noticed. His close proximity allowed me to see more clearly that his hair

was dark brown with a hint of auburn, cut shorter on the sides than the top, with slight

waves through it. His full, dark eyelashes enhanced his steel­gray eyes, which flickered

with amusement. He was wearing a tight black T­shirt that showed off the lean, muscular

build beneath. His faded boot­cut jeans were tight in the right places, and he was still

wearing his riding boots. I let out a sigh and didn’t realize it was audible until all attention

was focused on me.

“Hey,” he said with a lopsided smirk on his face as he grabbed my hand to

I snatched my hand back, wanting to smack the smirk right off his face but

I was sitting across from Ethan, trying to take in his model good looks on the sly

“What was that, Alexa?” Dad asked.

“What? Huh? I didn’t say anything,” I said as my cheeks got hot again. I just

Mom patted my knee as the conversation continued on after my embarrassing

wanted to die right there, right now.

sigh. I was too scared to even look back at Ethan now, but I felt his eyes staring at my

side profile. I should have just said, “Hi. Dorky preteen over here just wants to ogle over

you.” Crap, Mom was right. I was crushing. What the hell?

AUTHOR BIO:

T.R. Cupak was born and raised in the suburbs of a Bay Area city in California. She was the closet nerd who hid her love of reading and writing short stories and poetry when she was younger. Back then it wasn’t considered cool to be into those types of activities for pleasure, whereas today you have TV shows, movies and books that glamourize that being a nerd is actually cool.

T. lives in a quiet, little, country town south of where she grew up. She is happily married to an amazing man who supports her in everything she does and spoils her rotten. They have a crazy little Shih Tzu named Harley. He's their fur-baby and even though he’s a pain in the arse most days, they love the little guy. She has an obsession with cars, especially fast ones. She enjoys her music louder than anyone should. Admittedly it’s to drown out hearing her own singing voice, or lack thereof. When she’s not at work or busy writing you can find her curled up reading a book on her Kindle with a glass of wine or Dirty Shirley.

T. lost touch with her creative side and stepped off the path of all things written in her early twenties. Six years ago, her passion for reading was rekindled. She began to utilize reading as a way to escape everyday chaos. Late 2013 she began journal writing. After a couple of months of journaling T. realized that this form of writing wasn't keeping her interest nor was it helping her to relax. After that realization settled in she changed the direction of her writing. Her creative aspirations were flowing once again and she happily embraced it. As her fingers started to dance across her keyboard she began to see her fictional characters begin to breathe life. Writing was only supposed to be a way for the new author to relax, but a story was born and T.R. Cupak is excited to be releasing her self-published debut novel, Alexa Crushed.

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Marked by Charisse Spiers *****5***** REVIEW

If you have not read Marked you are missing out...Holy Smokes Batman...this one is on FIIIYYYAAA!!!

Kaston is by far my favorite book boyfriend...and Lux my FIRST Book girlfriend crush..Bitch is bad ass!!

Marked is the first book in the Shadows in the Dark Series. Charisse is such a talented writer. She really went all in and really brought the characters to life. I felt such a connection with Kaston...more than with Lux..but I think I am the only one in my group of reading friends that felt that way ha. She just made you feel like you were there with them and feeling all of their emotions. I wanted to scream and cry and I literally laughed out loud a few times as well.

This book was HOT...There was love, sex, fighting, more sex, tattoos, murder and more sex haha...BUT there was also more to the story than just the smoking hot sex!
The back story for both Lux and Kaston were so terrible and heartbreaking it just made you love them more. I do not like to add spoilers to my reviews so I will leave you with the blurb and some teasers!!

5 HUGE STARS FOR MARKED AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS BOOK TO EVERYONE (over 18 of course haha)


.::BLURB::.

Welcome to my fucking world. My name is Kaston Cox and I’m a

criminal’s worst nightmare. Most people run from darkness, but I live

in it, require it, and thrive in the night. Some call me a monster, some

a lover of evil, and others, the devil himself, but they’re all wrong. I’m

just a shadow in the dark. I speak for the innocent when no one else

will. Once I have marked you, you better beg for forgiveness, because

your time has run out…

Revenge is the ultimate wage for evil. Some just can’t stomach to do it

themselves. That’s where I come in. I am the ultimate judge when

called upon for justice. I will decide who lives and who dies. Blood

may be on my hands, but it’s not the blood of the innocent. Remorse

is nowhere to be found. I don’t give a shit if you understand. I can live

with the man I look at every day in the mirror. My soul was tainted

the day I was conceived. You think you know me? You have no

fucking idea. I am who I am because of what they did to her, and to

him. They were my family. This was the only form of restitution he

believed in. I owed him everything. I took over the empire he built.

This is how I repay him. There was only one rule: never allow

emotions to form. Numb and heartless are the only two ways to live.

What I never included in the plan…was her.

My name is Lux Larsen. My life is as perfect as it can get. I’m a

partier, a seductress when it comes to something that I want, and the

ultimate sexual con artist. I use my body to get what I want and I’m

not ashamed. Designer tags are what I’m after. I love sex. I’m good at

it. Fuck double standards. Guys can do it, well guess what, so can I. I

will never be caught back on the other side of the tracks for as long as

I live. I left that hellhole years ago. I’ll do anything to stay away. You

can call me a whore if you want, but I just look at it as I’ve decided to

become a player in a man’s game, and I’m a fucking pro at it. Love is

for the weak minded. Weak is something I’ll never be.

I never anticipated the predator that would find me. I’m now his

prey…but I’m not sure I can run.

The world likes to think that love is only pure, only for those that do

good, but what no one considers is when bad has to be done to

formulate a different type of good. Two of the most random people

can be a perfect match, being placed together like pieces to a puzzle.

Being in the wrong place at the right time can be terrifying and it can

also be exactly what is supposed to happen, because sometimes…love

is born in the dark.