Blog Tour – Gemini by Dylan Quinn

Title: Gemini
Author: Dylan Quinn
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Twin Souls. One Sacrifice.
Northwestern University senior Zoe Adams has spent her fifth incarnation on the run. Abused and abandoned by those she once trusted, Zoe turns her back on a duty her soul accepted lifetimes ago to focus on a music career in this one. Until her Gemini’s untimely arrival forces Zoe to choose between a love she can’t remember and a life she’s always dreamed of.
Cade Adams has waited twenty-one years to reclaim his beloved soul mate, but his elation is short lived. As Zoe struggles to let go of her human life, demons from Cade and Zoe’s past threaten the Gemini, and they find themselves living on borrowed time.
The Tree of Souls is empty, and only the Eternal Sacrifice can refill it. Is forgotten love worth dying for, or is five incarnations more than one soul can take? With more than just the fate of their reunion at stake, love becomes an Eternal Sacrifice Zoe and Cade may not escape.
Since sneak reading her first big girl romance at the age of eleven, Dylan’s been addicted to Happily Ever Afters. Playing pretend with swoon-worthy book boyfriends and their strong leading ladies often keeps Dylan sleep deprived, though she seldom complains about dreaming in dialogue.
With juxtaposed interests, Dylan writes it all ~ Character driven romance in NA, YA and adult, from sticky sweet to taboo heat ~ Urban Fantasy to Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Nothing’s off limits.
When she’s not writing guilty pleasures, Dylan plays stage mom to her daydreamer offspring in the Midwest. This Music fangirl goes nowhere without her beats and playlists. She has an affinity for Moscato and chocolate-covered strawberries. Dreams of singing on the Voice with Adam and Christina, and fantasizes about getting trapped in Mystic Falls with Damon Salvatore.
Author Links:
Buy Links:
#Free with #KindleUnlimited
Gemini Excerpt published with permission © 2016 Dylan Quinn
Cade
While I held Zoe, every nerve woke from its slumber. My heartbeat increased and a hum of energy surged through me. Just being near her was intoxicating.
I craved to kiss her lips, but I wouldn’t. Not until she sought me to.
Until her body spoke to me.
“So what can you tell me?” She asked. “What’s the plan?”
“The plan is you get to know me. The way all relationships develop.” I released her just enough to look into her eyes. “We spend time together, and your heart will answer the rest. And when you so choose, I’m yours—heart and soul.”
Although in time, she would understand that I already was.
“What’s the catch? Other than giving up my life here? I need all the information if I’m going to make a decision this important.”
“There’s a reason you can’t be privy to all the secrets of this life. This must be a decision based on your soul. No logic can go into choosing love.”
Her eyes narrowed, and her irritation returned.
“Well in case you’ve missed the past millennium, people today don’t just fall in love overnight. Life’s not a Disney movie.”
She pulled away, and I let her go.
Zoe was right. Unions in modern times were complicated. Raz said there were many variables humans took into account when choosing a mate, and Zoe, although the same soul, had different experiences during each incarnation. I couldn’t force her to love me or to choose our life together, as much as I wanted to.
Each of her lives was a lesson for me as well—in relinquishing control. All I could do was trust in her heart and our love. Trust her soul would return to me.
“Humanity is about choice. I would never force you to love me. And I would never choose my happiness over yours, but yes. I am hoping your heart will choose me.”
Her breathing slowed, and her lips parted slightly, just enough to send my heart racing.
My Gemini mark began to pulsate. To burn.
I needed to kiss her.
She needed to kiss me.
After thousands of years loving Zoe, I could read her body as if it were my own.
Searching for what Raz called her tells, I first regarded her eyes. They were always the most expressive. They danced between mine and my mouth. Her breaths became shallow. A pink flush spread across her cheeks as she inched toward me, shifting nervously between her feet.
Should I try? Part of me was unsure, but my body betrayed my wits.
I’d waited twenty-one years for this moment.
I could wait no longer.
I moved toward her, inhaling her sweet scent, and rid the space between us.
Her eyes grew wider, and her lips parted. Waiting. I could hear her heart pulsing rapidly.
Her body gave her answer.
“My greatest desire is for you to find happiness.” I stepped closer, picked up a long strand of her dark locks and tucked it behind her ear. Running my fingers along her jaw, I whispered across her cheek.
“You have no memory of a life before this.”
I gently grasped her chin, stroked her bottom lip with my thumb, and edged toward her.
“But I’ve seen our life together.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, our lips now fractions apart.
Her eyes never left mine, and her body trembled in my arms.
“And I will always. Choose us.”
Her breath breezed across my cheek as I pressed my lips to hers. Soft. Gentle. Trembling beneath mine. The tingling sensation I’d missed so much returned, running rampant throughout my body.
I pulled back, not more than a centimeter, to gauge her response.
Her eyes remained closed, lips parted. Waiting for my return.
I brushed a kiss gently, then deeper into her.
She allowed me to explore her soft lips. They parted further still, and I edged my way in, exploring her sweet mouth.
An intense force rushed through my veins, to my chest and arms. Her life force burned within every muscle. My body that longed for her was now alive from her touch.
Zoe fell into my embrace, letting go of all the tension she’d been holding. She enfolded her arms around my neck, pressed her chest against mine, and gently tugged at my hair. Her hands ran down my cheeks, then to my shoulders and waist.
She pressed her kiss deeper into mine, soft at first, then fervently, as if this was our last.
One block at a time, her wall was crumbling—the pain replaced with a longing for our love. Soon, her memories would resurface, and I would have my Chayah back. Our souls Converged as one.
Zoe broke our kiss, pulled back and gulped a breath of air. She opened her eyes, her body still quaking in my arms. A minute passed. Her gaze drifted up, and a single tear slid down her cheek.
“It’s you,” she whispered.
I placed my hands on her face, held her cheeks gently, and gazed into her emerald eyes.
“It’s me.”



Review – Scarlet by A.C. Gaughen

Scarlet (Scarlet, #1)Scarlet by A.C. Gaughen

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Overall Rating: 3.5 Stars

-Book Description: 4

-Cover: 2.75

-Plot: 4

-Creativity: 4

-Grammar: 3

-Simile Use: 4 (minimal usage)

-Description: 3 (burdensome)

-Show And Tell Balance: 3

I was recommended this book by another author, and I have to say, this cover wouldn’t have usually pulled me in. The cover just isn’t very beautiful or creative, it honestly feels like something someone with a very minimal design budget and experience would have made by themselves. I was genuinely surprised when I found out it was a book represented by a major publishing house. That being said, the description and the recommendation made up for the issues with the cover, and I picked it up. I’m glad I did. The plot is a refreshing perspective on the Robin Hood tale, painting him in an interesting light and bringing Marian into the story in such an interesting way. I did have a few issues with the way it was written, first of all, it is my opinion that to balance show and tell, you shouldn’t be telling us the way a person speaks but showing us. This is huge for me. I cannot stand funky written out dialect, which is what we received from the main character, not only in her dialogue but also in her manner of thinking. I would much rather of had the first time she spoke have it described and then perhaps have it described as a thickening accent when she was upset or something, well, anything other than the jolting writing of her poor English. This one factor alone pulled one star away from the story. Lastly, the level of description was just a bit obtuse for my taste. In the bits where there was action, I found I had to skim to find the action instead of the inaction. This docked another half star rating for me. Overall, this was an intriguing action-love story that I can’t wait to continue reading and could have been better if the dialect was shown and not told.

View all my reviews

Supercross Me Release Blitz

Supercross Me (Motocross Me #2)
By Cheyanne Young

Genre: Contemporary Romance | Age Category: Young Adult | Release Date: April 26th, 2016

Synopsis:

Hana thought that love was all she would need to get through a long distance relationship, but fame had another thing in mind when Ash Carter became the hottest rookie on the Supercross circuit. It’s been five months since Hana and Ash called it quits. They say it was mutual, but she’s not so sure about that now.

In an effort to cope with the overwhelming hurt of losing her first love, Hana has thrown herself into her work at Mixon Motocross Park. She’s now fluent in the world of dirt bikes, sparkling trophies, and checkered flags. She even has a game plan for dealing with Ash’s upcoming visit to his hometown: avoiding him completely. When tragedy strikes Mixon Motocross Park, Hana is forced to choose between taking another easy way out or pushing through the pain to keep her new life, and job, afloat.

Everyone always said the motocross family was fun, but they never warned how badly it can hurt.

Add on Goodreads!

Buy on Amazon.

Check out Motocross Me, book 1 in the series, now FREE during the blitz!


Excerpt:

Shelby met up with Jake as soon as we arrived, and they disappeared into the crowd of people. Ash held my hand as we wove our way through the party, saying hello to people we knew. We weren’t drinking and mostly everyone else was, so in a way it felt like we were the only two people here. Ash was dressed as Dracula, with a cape his mother had sewn and those plastic vampire teeth that never really stay in place when you talk. Ash fielded a ton of questions about why he didn’t dress like Bob Marley because of the dreads. After about the fifth time I heard him answer, “Who the hell is Bob Marley?” I pulled him aside.

“You know who Bob Marley is, right?” I asked.

He looked toward the unfinished roof and let out a long breath. “Yeah. I’m just sick of being compared to him because of my hair. We have like nothing in common besides the dreads, especially since I don’t smoke pot.”

“Well you play guitar and sing so . . .” I said, poking him in the stomach. “You have a little in common.”

His frustration melted into a warm smile of appreciation as he looked me over, somehow seeing past all the makeup and taking me in as I normally am. “You’re really beautiful,” he whispered, taking both of my hands in his.

“I guess I did a terrible job of looking like an animated corpse,” I said, squishing my lips to the side. “I’m supposed to be grotesque.”

He leaned down and kissed me and then cradled my face in his hands. “You smell like Sephora, not the walking dead.”

I laughed a little and reached my blood-covered hands around his silky vampire cape. I let myself get lost in his dark eyes and let all of the party noise fall away as I stared at him. We’d only been together a couple of months, but they were the best months of my life. “I’m so glad we’re both home for Halloween,” I said, lacing my fingers together behind his neck.

He gripped me around the waist and pulled me into a quick hug before meeting my gaze again. Something in his expression shifted and a knot formed in my stomach. “What is it?”

His tongue ran across his bottom lip, slowly, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, his lips parted and he shook his head slightly. “Nah . . . it’s—nothing.”

My brows pulled together. “Ash Carter. You’re clearly keeping something from me.”

He grinned, his eyes crinkling in that way that always made my heart melt. “Yeah, I am.”

I crumpled my face into a pout. “That’s mean. I thought you were a nice boyfriend.”

He grabbed the sides of his cape and wrapped them around me, pulling me against his hard chest until we were in our own little black satin world. “I am a nice boyfriend,” he whispered into my ear. The stubble on his chin tickled my cheek and I tilted my head, letting it nuzzle against his chest, right in between his neck and collarbone, the place I fit perfectly when we were together.

The radio started playing a slow song with a deep bass beat and Ash began to sway to the music, letting his chin rest on top of my head.

“You should tell me what you’re thinking,” I murmured into his shirt while we rocked slowly to the beat. He smelled so wonderful I’m not sure why I ever let myself get more than a few inches away from him.

“I will, Hana.” I felt his lips press onto my hair. “I’m just not sure a dumb Halloween party is the best place to tell you that I’m completely in love with you.”

I lifted my head and pulled back a little so that I could look at him. My heart was beating so fast it made my nose feel numb. “What was that?” I asked, aiming for coy and flirty, not shy and nervous.

Ash ran a hand over his dreadlocks and gave me this knowing look. “Oh it’s nothing it’s just . . . yeah,” he said, taking out his plastic vampire teeth. “I’m in love with you.”


cheyanneyoungAuthor Bio:

Cheyanne Young is a native Texan with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, and collecting nail polish. After nearly a decade of working in engineering, Cheyanne now writes books for young adults and is the author of the City of Legends Trilogy. She doesn’t miss a cubicle one bit.

Cheyanne lives near the beach with her daughter and husband, one spoiled rotten puppy, and a cat that is most likely plotting to take over the world.

a Rafflecopter giveaway
https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js