Wednesday, December 7, 2016

O'Gallagher Nights: The Series by Mignon Mykel: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

The three O'Gallagher siblings, all in one set.
Includes bonus material!


O’Gallaghers has been a long-lasting establishment in San Diego, known for its Irish brews and fare. When the next generation of O’Gallaghers take over though, it becomes known for a little bit more…

1.) ONE NIGHT STAND

Conor O'Gallagher runs his family pub. He's proud, he's business minded, and he's every bit a bachelor. O'Gallaghers' female patrons know he's up for a good time, one night only. Forever is not on his radar.

But what happens when one night gives him a little more than he bargained for?

Conor's about to find out...

2.) ABOUT LAST NIGHT

Like his brother, Rory O'Gallagher likes his women, and all but one have come to him easily and willingly.

Never has he had to work so hard for one as he's had to Emily Winters. As cold and dismissive as she is, Rory can't help but want to heat her up.

Will she thaw toward him long enough for him to get his taste? Can he prove to her he's not what she thinks?

He's certainly going to try.

3.) ALL NIGHT LONG

The youngest of the three, Brenna O'Gallagher lived through rumors and lies--or so her brothers think. In truth, there's more to Brenna than many people know.

When she vowed off men, she never thought she'd be tempted by a man her brothers hired for O'Gallaghers.

She knows nothing but secrets, and Greyson Stone is starting to threaten them.

Can she allow him in? And can she share him with the world?

Brenna's not so sure.



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About the Author:

Mignon is a twenty-something (…getting awfully close to thirty-something) who resides in Wisconsin. An avid reader since her preschool days, she ‘blames’ her mother for teaching her to read during that all-important time during a forming brain. Some of her earlier memories of reading include her mother buying her a book at the mall — and finishing the book before they even returned home.

Writing happened soon after the reading started. Her first writing piece can be found in a box of other important papers from growing up. It’s about an apple who was her friend, but she had to eat.

The first series Mignon started to write was about a close family of one brother and his three younger sisters. She started writing this family and their friends in 2005, but as soon as the Prescott family took over her mind, the Ashbys fell silent. Maybe someday we’ll all hear from the Ashbys, but those Prescotts…. The Prescotts are excited to have their stories told.

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Excerpt from All Night Long:

“Dance with me?” I asked, picking up her hand in mine.

She sat up and smiled slightly. “Sure?” Her brows drew in for a moment, making me chuckle.

“Don’t worry about the music, Angel.”

If anything, that made her frown deepen, but still she rose from the couch when I pulled her to stand, willingly moving into my body when I brought her closer.

With both of her small hands in one of mine I brought her closer, my other hand to the small of her back. She was pressed against me everywhere and I fucking loved it. She was a little stiff, but my guess would be she simply felt awkward. Hell, there was no music—it was slightly awkward.

But I brought my A-game tonight.

I was no Justin Timberlake, but I could sing when needed.

With my voice low and soft, I sang to her, our bodies rocking slightly back and forth in the light of her living room. I sang to her a classic Sinatra song, and led that into “Till It’s Over,” my version a little more sensual and slower than the version she swayed to in the Jeep earlier. When I got to the ‘naked making out’ part though, Brenna pulled back laughing.

It was the most alive I had seen her face in the short time I’d known her. “They don’t say that!” Her eyes were bright, her smile wide, but she didn’t pull her hands from the cage mine put them in.

I grinned crookedly. “But they do. You’ve interrupted my song.” My hand on her lower back rubbed in small circles. “…or keep our clothes on. Don't—”

“But those aren’t the words. It’s ‘makin’ makin’ out.’”

I barked out a laugh, my own smile growing wide. “This isn’t Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Brenna.”

“Seriously though? ‘Naked makin’ out?’”

Reluctantly, I let go of her hands to pull my phone from my pocket. I was more than pleased when she kept her hands on my chest, spreading her fingers over me. I kept my hand on her back though, not wanting to let go of any more points of contact. Quickly, I pulled up a search result for the lyrics to the Old Dominion song and double-tapped the screen, zooming in on the first verse.

With my thumb under the words, I showed her the phone. “See? Naked makin’ out.”

She spoke through her wide smile, shaking her head. “That’s ridiculous.”

I tossed my phone toward the couch, kind of thankful it actually landed on the couch and not the hardwood floor, and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly close. Lowering my head toward her ear, I swayed us back and forth to the music in my head. “But it’s true,” I whispered to her.

She burrowed into me, slipping her arms around my waist, and swayed with me as I sang her the rest of the song.

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Road to Nowhere by M. Robinson: Release Blitz w/ Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

I once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me.
I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker.
Life or death.
Ride or die.
And I’m not only talking about the military. I’m talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.
My life.
I fought for my brothers.
I fought for my family.
I fought for my country.
And I fought for her…

Never realizing I might die for them too.


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About the Author:

M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.

She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

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Prologue:

Mia Ryder.

Mia fuckin’ Ryder.

I sat at the train tracks. Desperately trying not to think about her, but it was easier said than done. She came into my life like a fucking hurricane, destroying everything in her path. A girl from the right side of the tracks, which for some reason I couldn’t ever fucking fathom.

Falling for a man like me.

I had made mistakes, too many to fucking count, but life didn’t give you a do-over. All that was left for me to do was to accept them, even fucking embrace them. They became a part of me, as much as every tattoo that covered my body. Every one of them meant something to me. They were my battle scars. Far worse than the ones I got in war. In the eyes of others, they were just colorful, intricate art.

But to me...

They were my solace and my pain.

Nothing had changed since the last time I fucking lived in this godforsaken town. No welcome home party from family or friends, no thanks or parades from the town residents for serving our country.

Nothing.

Not one fucking thing.

Everything I had done, I had done for my family, for the MC, for her…

I fought for my fucking brothers.

I fought for my goddamn country.

I fought for my girl.

Never realizing…

I might fucking die for them too.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that fucking shit. I once read that every warrior hoped a good death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me. I thought fighting for something I believed in would make me a good man.

In the end, it never mattered. I would always be on the wrong side of the tracks, and they would always lead me to the wrong station. Changing my people, places, and things throughout the years didn’t help change the outcome of the choices I’d made. Of the things I’d done.

At the end of the day…

I was already nailed to the cross.

I was fucking born on it.


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