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Friday, December 19, 2014

New Adult Christmas Blog Hop, Excerpt & Giveaways with Chanel Cleeton!!!


It's a New Adult Christmas!

Thanks for joining us as we celebrate the holidays with thirteen New Adult authors. Check out every stop leading up to December 24 to get excerpts, exclusive content, and hopefully a cutie under the mistletoe! Be sure to enter the Rafflecopter to win a grand prize pack of an ebook from every author!

Excerpt

This scene takes place after the events in French Kissed…

I woke late, the Paris sun shining through my bedroom window. I reached across the bed and found cool silk rather than Max’s warm body. I leaned over, glancing at the alarm clock, wincing slightly at the time. In my defense, he’d wanted to ring in Christmas last night in his own unique fashion, and I’d been more than happy to do my part. I figured I’d earned a lazy morning in bed…I just wished I had someone to keep me company.

I threw on the cashmere robe at the foot of my bed, tying it tightly around my waist, and went off in search of my man. I reached the hallway and ran into Maggie.

She grinned. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I repeated, figuring I was going to have to start learning the American way of things.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “I guess I don’t need to ask if you had a good night last night.”

I could actually feel my cheeks flaming. It wasn’t lost on me that I could be…loud.

I groaned. “Tell me you guys didn’t hear me having sex.”

“We didn’t hear you having sex.” She grinned. “But if we did, then I just have to say, well-done, Max.”

I fought to keep the smile off my face. She didn’t know the half of it. We’d been apart for weeks and he’d taken our reunion very seriously.

“Although, Samir might have mentioned something about wanting to pour bleach in his ears.”

I made a face at that. I didn’t blame him. If the roles had been reversed, I would have died if I’d heard my cousin having sex.

“Where is Samir?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“I don’t know. I, uh, slept in, too.”

I stifled a snort. I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one ringing in Christmas between the sheets.

We walked down the long, marble hallway, headed toward the formal rooms. We froze at the sound in the entryway, voices reaching us.

Max and Samir stood in front of the giant Christmas tree Maggie had convinced us to put up, their arms full of wrapped presents with giant bows. Some of the presents were beautiful—elegant paper that definitely looked professionally packaged, with easily recognizable paper in familiar store colors. Other presents had wrinkled edges, pockets of wrapping bunched at the sides, images of snowmen and candy canes on the paper.

The sight of presents Max had so obviously wrapped brought a lump to my throat.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a family Christmas. Usually my parents just deposited some money in my account and called it my Christmas gift. But Max had clearly gone out—gone shopping—and then tried to wrap them himself.

I loved him. So much.

“Did you remember to put the tags from Santa on some of the gifts?” Max asked.

Samir made a noise and muttered something in Arabic under his breath.

Maggie grinned.

“No.”

Max glared at him. “You need to do some gifts from Santa. It’s tradition.”

Samir looked like he was about to lose his patience. I had no clue how long they’d been up arranging gifts under the tree, just that it definitely hadn’t looked like this when we went to bed last night.

More Arabic from Samir.

My cousin had mellowed a lot since he and Maggie had gotten together, but he was a whole other beast from Max, but he didn’t do Christmas with his family, and the image of him celebrating a holiday he clearly knew nothing about was hilarious. He looked frustrated, and yet, by the impressive display of gifts that looked like they were for Maggie, I figured he’d tried his best.

“How about the hot cocoa?” Max asked, his tone sounding equally frustrated. “Is it ready?”

I snickered. Samir really looked like he was ready to lose it. We’d both grown up with chefs. I’d bet my favorite Birkin bag that he’d never made cocoa in his life.

I figured we had thirty seconds before they noticed us standing there watching them because Maggie looked about ready to burst out laughing.

“It’s ready,” Samir grumbled. “And the cookies for Santa are on a tray.”

And just like that, Maggie’s eyes went from laughter to complete and total adoration.

Yep. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her happy. Even if it meant giving her a traditional American Christmas when she was spending her holiday away from her family, with her half French, half Lebanese boyfriend who had never celebrated Christmas like this in his life, her best friend—and I’d totally own that up until Christmas Eve last night when Max had surprised me and given me the best present ever, I’d never been a big fan of the holidays—and her boyfriend’s best friend who seemed determined to single-handedly bring Christmas cheer to us all.

And then the boys turned, and their gazes landed on us, and I watched as the two most important guys in my life gifted us with smiles that brought a lump to my throat.

Yep. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

We went into their arms, Samir’s gaze on Maggie, Max’s arms around me, and everything else fell away.

We spent the morning laughing, drinking cocoa and eating cookies, opening gift after gift, and when it was all said and done, and we all collapsed on the sofas, surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper and discarded bows, my gaze connected with Maggie’s across the room, and we both smiled and I knew—

 Love was the greatest gift of all. 

FRENCH KISSED BOOK SUMMARY

On the surface, Fleur Marceaux has it all. If only the facade matched reality. With one year left at the International School in London, Fleur’s struggling to graduate, her love life is a mess, and she can’t stop thinking about Max, her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. But all that pales compared to the blackmailer determined to destroy her. 



There’s a social hierarchy at the International School and Max Tucker is outside the velvet ropes. After watching Fleur break his friend’s heart, Max knows to stay away from trouble, despite the crush he’s had on her since freshman year. But when they’re partnered on a project, Max learns there’s more to Fleur than meets the eye, and she just might be worth the wild ride. 



The more time they spend together, the further Max falls. And when a kiss awakens a passion Fleur never imagined, she’s unable to resist Max, who she had thought was all wrong for her but might be the only thing that’s right. But will he stand by her when her secrets are revealed?



Don’t miss the final book in the International School series. This New Adult romance is recommended for readers 17 and up.

BOOK LINKS



FRENCH KISSED (International School Book #3)
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I SEE LONDON (International School Book #1)
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1ibPGgh

LONDON FALLING (International School Book #2):
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/VxbiOd

AUTHOR INFORMATION

Originally a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise and a fighter pilot with smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later, Chanel is living her next adventure in Asia.

Law school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness for handbags, her three pups, and her fighter pilot husband. 

She is the author of I SEE LONDON and LONDON FALLING, published by Harlequin HQN, the upcoming FRENCH KISSED, and FLIRTING WITH SCANDAL, the first book in a new three-book series to be released by Penguin/Berkley in 2015. 

AUTHOR LINKS

Website:   www.chanelcleeton.com


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Friday, December 12, 2014

New Adult Christmas Blog Hop & Giveaway with Stina Lindenblatt!!!



Introduction for the New Adult Christmas Blog Hop

Thanks for joining us as we celebrate the holidays with thirteen New Adult authors. Check out every stop leading up to December 24 to get excerpts, exclusive content, and hopefully a cutie under the mistletoe! Be sure to enter the rafflecopter to win a grand prize pack of an ebook from every author!



Title:  Let Me Know
Author:  Stina Lindenblatt
Publisher/Publication Date:  Carina Press, September 1, 2014

BLURB

This shouldn't be happening again…
Amber Scott thought her screaming nightmares would end now that her stalker is locked up and awaiting trial. But they return when her slam-dunk case starts to fall apart. Explicit letters she allegedly wrote surface, suggesting she was the mastermind behind her assault, a willing victim.
Amber only feels safe in the arms of her boyfriend Marcus, the one person she can lean on. Until damning evidence from Marcus's past collides with the case and the media circus drags them both down. To protect Amber's reputation, Marcus has only one option: end their relationship. He won't risk further damage to her case, even if it means breaking her heart.
Amber has to find the strength to step into the spotlight and bring awareness to victims' rights before she's convicted in the court of public opinion. And she's really not sure what's worse—that her kidnapper could walk free, or that the seemingly endless attention and speculation will drive Marcus away permanently…
See how it all began for Amber and Marcus in Tell Me When.

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EXCERPT

Amber

We lie here for a few minutes, a tangle of limbs, both lost in each other, not wanting to move anytime soon. And we don’t have to. Mom won’t be up for another four hours. I just have to make sure I’m in my room before then.

“Tell me about your Christmases,” Marcus says. “What were they like?”

I smile softly, caught up in the memories. “Wonderful. My brother and I would sneak down early and check out the presents Santa left us. Emma and Trent used to come over after lunch and we’d hang out. Then my grandparents would come over for dinner and Michael and I would stay up late.” As hard as I try, I can’t keep the sadness out of my voice. My grandfather died several years ago, so I’m used to his not being around for Christmas. It’s Michael and Trent’s absence that is new and fills me with an unwelcome heaviness. If Marcus weren’t here, I have no idea how I would survive.

I snuggle closer to him and smile. Even though we were forced to be quieter than usual, the sex was amazingly hot. Hot enough to say what happened between us is now one of my favorite Christmas morning memories.

“Tell me about you and Ryan. What were your Christmases like?” I stroke the side of his face. This isn’t just my first Christmas without Michael. It’s Marcus’s first Christmas without his brother. It’s why I wanted him to be here with me during the holidays. No one should be alone today when they’re filled with this much pain. And although Marcus pretends to be stoic when it comes to Ryan, I’ve noticed in the past week he, too, is experiencing the same heaviness.  

He smiles, the emotion behind it filled with neither happiness nor sadness. It’s more an act of comfort, for him, for me, because what he has to tell me won’t be something out of It’s a Wonderful Life.

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