Thursday, December 21, 2017

Vaping - It's all about LOVE



What does vaping have to do with romance?  It's all about love!  Love for your fellow human being, love to help a person kick the habit of smoking so they are able to live and share memories with their family and friends, and love from me to you because I suffered from smoking and I never want to see another person suffer that way again!  This is the best gift you can offer any smoker that you love, the gift of truth and the tools they need to kick the habit that is killing them and helping them switch to a healthier alternative.

The FDA has tied the hands of local vape businesses and they can no longer tell you that vaping is 95% safer than smoking combustible cigarettes, but I'm not a vaping business therefore I can!  I can tell you that in 2015 I was diagnosed with COPD and my lung capacity was 68% after smoking 30 years and destroying my lungs.  I can tell you that I could barely walk to my front door without giving out of breath, or speak a few words without coughing my head off, and even lost my singing voice.  Add to that being diagnosed with Chronic Bronchitis at least twice a year for five years, and I was going to die from this horrible addiction of smoking!

I left the hospital after being admitted for shortness of breath and elevated blood pressure three days later with that diagnosis of COPD, and drove straight to my local vape shop.  The same place I'd turned my nose up at thinking people were crazy to try puffing on some electronic device that blew out clouds.  I haven't touched a cigarette since that day.  I can tell you also, that in June of 2017 I had another pulmonary function test done and my lung capacity was 96% after exclusively turning to vaping.  I want you to think about that for a minute.  All these negatives you see about vaping?  How is it that my lung capacity went from 68% to 96% after I started vaping?  The answer is pretty simple.  Vaping WORKS and they are spreading lies about the benefits of vaping vs smoking.

Those are my REAL results, so I'm very curious about how these anti-vaping people continuously come out with lies and don't explain the positive results that people like me have found.  Why isn't every health official in the USA looking at these numbers, not just mine but the THOUSANDS of other people like me, who are leading normal lives again after turning to vaping?  There is a story there somewhere but you can bet it has nothing to do with protecting public health.  I won't get into all the conspiracy theories about why the FDA and the American Medical Association are creating a witch hunt to end vaping, I'll just say that vaping saved my life and they are KILLING people by not supporting this life-saving technology.

Don't wait until you, or a loved one are diagnosed with COPD to try vaping as a alternative to smoking.  I have the proof to back up my health claims, ask the opposers what REAL proof they have.  What you'll get is a bed of lies that can be researched by any intelligent person and found to be completely fabricated.  That's the truth they don't want you to have.  They will spend millions of dollars to destroy vaping because you smoking makes them tons of money.  Always follow the money trail folks.  

Friday, December 15, 2017

Aden Lowe's Twelve Days of Christmas


She was only supposed to be a Target—not become my everything.


Trick:
I'm an Unwanted Soldier—an elite group of former soldiers which takes missions no one can complete, no matter the amount of money offered. I handle specific targets—the impossible ones. 

Coming home from a mission in the desert, all I want is sleep. A visitor derails that plan with a file and a new mission: rescue Lauren Johnson from the abusive Presidential Candidate/US Senator Jared Richardson. 

Lauren's gray eyes got to me, left me powerless to turn it down. I only take the most remote and dangerous jobs. This one might have the biggest stakes of all—my heart.


Lauren:
I could be the next First Lady! But as the campaign heats up, my fiancé, US Senator Jared Richardson, is under more stress, and he lashes out at me. His staff looks the other way. I can't just leave. My face is everywhere. My family and friends have all been pushed away. And Jared won't let me go, even if I no longer want this.

My new bodyguard, Trick, protected me from Jared, despite the danger to himself from Jared's henchmen. I'm not certain why he's on my side, but he's the only one I have, and I trust him. He helps me remember how things are supposed to be, and what I want from life. He makes me want so much more. If he's willing to take these risks, surely I can have the courage to leave Jared and move on. If only Trick will move on with me…


Target is a full-length novel with an HEA.

  • This book contains adult situations, including violence, foul language, and sexual content

  • Possible Triggers for Domestic Violence, although descriptions are NOT graphic


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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Cover Reveal - Night Before by Dani Wyatt


 



Until Malcolm Knight set his eyes upon the curvy cherub of a Christmas elf in his department store’s Santa’s Village, Christmas meant nothing to him except what it did for the bottom line.  Now, his inner Scrooge is melting away.  Replaced by thoughts of her sugar-plums and if they taste as good as they look.

Penny Evergreen lives for Christmas.  When her parents jet off for the holidays, sending her all alone to New York for a month-long training to relieve the piano prodigy of her paralyzing stage fright, she takes one look at the elaborate Christmas Village at the prestigious Knight & Knight department store, and she hatches a holiday plan of her own.

Will these two star-crossed opposites attract?  Or will their deceptions be the end of this holiday fairy tale before it has a chance to take off?


Author’s Note:   Grab your candy canes and sit in front of the fire.  This sugary sweet Christmas story will warm your heart and melt your panties.  This May-December quick holiday romance is sure to have you asking Santa for some Malcolm of your very own.  Complete with insta-everything, safe and always a happy ending. Or two.  Or ten.
































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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Cover Reveal - Cruise by Drew Elyse



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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.

After giving up eighteen months of his life for his club,
the Disciples' president is finally tasting freedom again.
Stone knows there's only one thing that might ever be as sweet,
but she's too young, too perfect, too untouchable for a man like him.

A Disciple will fight like a savage to protect what matters.

Evie's life is pretty much blowing up in her face
until Stone finds her broken down on the side of the road.
Now if only she could get him to stop being the martyr
and give them a shot at what she knows they both want.

It's high time this biker got the chance to let go and just cruise.







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Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.

When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.

A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Release Day Blitz - Jingle My Balls by Jordan Marie













































My firm has been hired to make sure Holly gets her biggest Christmas wish.
The rules are simple:

Seduction and fantasy, and absolutely no sex.

But, the moment I get a look at the delicious redhead all rules go out the window faster than Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night.

I shouldn’t touch her, but it is the season of giving, after all.


And I really want to give Holly a night we both will never forget.

The problem is, once she wraps that sweet little tongue on my candy cane,


I want much more than just one night.



Warning: Welcome to Jenika and Jordan’s Hot-Bite Christmas where the packages are big, the stockings are definitely hung, and snow isn’t the only thing that gets plowed. We’ve decided you’ve been good this year, so pull up a chair and enjoy a quick, dirty little cup of Christmas Cheer.















Holly



If I hear one more Christmas carol, I’m going to hurl. That’s it. I hate this time of year. It’s cold, it’s miserable, and people are just plain rude. I tried Christmas shopping today—I really did. Fifteen minutes in the store with holiday music playing in the background, people pushing and shoving, getting mowed down by shopping carts, and I was done.

Which is why I’m limping on the sidewalk, with not one shopping bag to show for my trouble. Some woman inside the department store ran into me with her cart. She didn’t apologize; she just huffed, like I was the one who caused the accident.

I find a bench close to the park and sit down to inspect the damage. I bend down to look at the back of my leg and wince at what I see. My stocking is torn and there are these gigantic runs in the nylon going up my leg. The heel of my foot is bloody and has been ripped open at the exact spot the back of my Jimmy Choos slide against. My favorite pair of heels didn’t exactly escape hell either. They’re scuffed and have serious damage. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t have walked away. I would have given that lady a dirty look and thrown my shoe at her before giving her the finger.

“Looks like you’ve been trampled by Santa’s reindeers,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn and look at him and everything in me stills. Chills run down my back and the voice seems to vibrate in the very center of me, sending instant awareness through me and making my body hum with need. Which is unusual for two reasons. One, I’ve been on a break from relationships and men in general for the last five years. My last breakup was not good—so not good that the thought of trusting another male scares the hell out of me. The last and most obvious reason is the one that takes precedence, however. I don’t know this man. I don’t know him at all and worse… He’s wearing a Santa outfit.

Great, I’ve reeled in a nut job.

“Do I know you?” I sound like a cranky old bitch right now, but I’m not in the mood for some guy dressed up to try and get me in the holiday spirit, not matter how good looking he is.

“I’m Santa, can’t you tell?” he says, drolly.

I rest my back against the bench and look at the stranger, feeling my eyebrows lift up in sarcastic disbelief. Yeah, he’s wearing a Santa suit, a cheesy red one that looks like it’s made out of crushed velvet and that’s trimmed in white fake fur. I suppose that’s not strange; ‘tis the season and all that. What doesn’t fit the part, however, is when he yanks off the beard and hat and pulls off the white gloves, I can see that his large, masculine hands are covered in ink.

I draw my attention back to his face. Now that the fake beard is gone I see he’s sporting a black beard with a bit of gray sprinkled in. Dark, almost obsidian eyes stare down at me. They look intense, mocking and yet at the same time somehow bored with life. He pulls out a cigarette and then lights it, cupping his hand against the cool New York wind.

“I don’t think Santa is supposed to smoke,” I tell him.

“Sweetheart, Santa does a lot he’s not supposed to do,” he smirks and something about that look on his face makes my body heat.

“Whatever. You should make sure your boss doesn’t see you do that,” I mutter, annoyed because he’s making my traitorous body react when it shouldn’t.

“Santa has no boss.”

“God, can you drop the act? I’ve about had it with Christmas and the last thing I want to do is hear you tell me how you spend your days on the North Pole playing with your reindeer,” I huff.

“I make the elves stroke my reindeer horns actually,” he smirks. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“You mean besides being mowed over by a woman with a cart and ruining a pair of pantyhose and my favorite pair of heels?”

“Who was she? I’ll put her on the naughty list,” he asks and at this point I just shake my head.

Who is this guy?   

“Will you give it a… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes grow big as I watch him get down on his haunches in front of me.

“I thought that was rather obvious. I’m checking your injury out,” he murmurs, ignoring my protest and pulling my leg up into his lap—despite me trying to pull it away.

I brace myself on the bench, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up falling to the ground. I try to kick at him, but he holds my leg firmly, not allowing the movement.

“Will you stop? I don’t know you! And besides that, this dress is too short. You’ll have me flashing half of New York.” My voice has risen by this point.

“Stop being dramatic. My body is completely blocking you.” He dismisses my objection and then he looks at me—really looks at me. His eyes bore into mine, and his hand on my leg becomes tighter, almost punishing in his hold. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks.

My body jerks in reaction. I should be repulsed. In fact, I should be panicking that a man I don’t know, a man dressed in a Santa suit, with a cigarette trapped between his lips and his big—huge really—ink-covered hand wrapped around my leg, is asking me if I’m wearing panties. What I should not be is turned on. And, if my damp panties are any indication… I am definitely turned on.   

“You did not just ask that!” I cry out, desperately trying to pull away from him. I can’t be turned on by a stranger—a very weird, sexy as sin stranger. I cannot be talking about my panties with said stranger and most of all, I can’t spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Black… nice,” he says almost to himself, obviously having looked at my panties. I’m not sure how much he can see because of my pantyhose, but despite it all I feel my face heat, even though the air has a wintery chill to it. “Damn, honey, I’d say the shopping cart won your war,” he mumbles around his cigarette, yet somehow managing to make each word clear.

“Will you let go of my leg please?” I growl out, unable to pull away from his firm grip. I’m thinking that what I thought might be padding to fill out the Santa suit is actually just plain muscle. If his hands are anything to go by, he’s huge.

What is it they say about large hands again?

I squirm uncomfortably. I really shouldn’t be thinking about that at all.  











Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.




Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.





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