Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Blog Tour - Impossible Girl by KM Neuhold



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Impossible Girl

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K.M. Neuhold

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The only thing more difficult than catching her, is keeping her.
Dex
I’ve spent the last four years in self-imposed celibacy. It was going fine until I met her. Remy Harris, the wild eyed vixen no man can pin down. She’s more than willing to have a good time, but I’m looking for so much more than that.
Remy
Love ‘em and leave ‘em. It’s safer that way. In my experience all men are looking for is a good time anyway. It’s better to give them what they want and walk away before they can do the same to you. When I needed a calculus tutor I never expected to find one who’s so...sexy. Since when are nerds so hot?
**While every book in this series can be read as a stand alone, you will likely get more enjoyment from Impossible Girl if you've read Worth the Wait and Naughty Angel first
**mature content
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Excerpt 1

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



Excerpt 2

Chapter 1
Remy
“Ugh, fuck me,” I groan to myself. I press my palms to my eyelids, silently willing the hangover to recede.
“Been there, done that,” the naked man lying beside me says with a smirk. I try to recall his name. Mark, Mike, Matt? Who the fuck cares anyway? He was exceptionally awkward and unskilled in bed. I’m definitely not interested in a repeat. I peel myself away from him and snatch my clothes up off of the floor.
“Why are you in such a rush sweet cheeks? Come back to bed, we can have another go before I have to get to class.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively while I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
“I’m all set, thanks,” I mutter as I pull my clothes on quickly and scurry out of his bedroom. I’m met with several pairs of eyes as I descend the stair of the frat house. Oh the walk of shame; although, it’s not so bad if you’re not actually ashamed.
“Morning boys.” I shoot a flirty smile at each of the three guys.
“Oh Rem, not Mitch, I’m heartbroken,” one of them jokes. Mitch, that was his name.
“Sorry, Jake, you’ll just have to try your luck with me at the next party.” I wink at him before sauntering out of the house.
Slut, whore, skank, easy. You name it I’ve heard it. My favorite is when girls whisper it behind my back as though I can’t hear, or I don’t know that having casual sex with random guys makes me worthy of gossip. But, why the hell are guys allowed to have random sex but girls are ‘dirty’ if they do?
I honestly don’t care. I learned one thing at a young age: if you want guys to notice you, then appeal to their hormones. Granted, this has gotten me attention from plenty of guys who turned out not to be worth my time. But, I have a solution for that, too; don’t get emotionally involved. It’s a bullshit double standard to begin with. I’m breaking through that glass ceiling, one random hook up at a time.
When you get down to it we’re animals with needs and there’s nothing wrong or unnatural with fulfilling your primal desires. If anything, there’s something unnatural with monogamy. It doesn’t work, at least not that I’ve ever seen.
Take my mom for example: she thought she fell in love when she was seventeen. Next thing she knows, she’s knocked up and alone because the dude took off before she could even say ‘call me’. That’s dear old dad. I’ve never actually met the guy. But, I did meet husbands one through four, all of whom lasted no longer than 18 months. So, when girls get all misty-eyed over guys who they just ‘love so much’...I think I’ll pass.
Swoosh
I shield my eyes and look up at the enormous brick building looming before me, taunting me. ‘you’re a moron’ the uppity building sneers. I roll my eyes. I need to get my shit together. Holding my head up high, I force myself forward. I avert my gaze from the words on the side of the building, Tutoring Center. Stop judging me.
As I reach for the door handle I stop myself and consider turning around and going home. Maybe it won’t be the end of the world if I fail calculus. I mean, sure I won’t be able to complete my degree requirements. Who the hell decided to make calculus a requirement for a business degree anyway? But, surely that would be better than admitting I’m too stupid to pass the class without a tutor, wouldn’t it?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Nikki: Don’t chicken out, tons of people get tutoring. You’ve got this.
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face.
Remy: How did you know I was about to turn around and go home?
Nikki: twintuition ;)
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and clutch the door handle forcefully. I can’t disappoint Nikki, my twin sister and the only person in the world I actually care about.
I’ve often envied my sister for being a lesbian. Wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is, she seems to have found the girl of her dreams, and they’re going to go off and get married, and I’ll be all alone... I’m not bitter.
“How can I help you?” I’m greeted by the cheery middle aged woman behind the reception desk as soon as I step into the air conditioned building.
It’s September in Colorado and it’s still hot as balls outside. I’m wearing a tank top and barely there shorts, yet I’m covered in sweat from my short walk to campus.
“I need a calculus tutor,” I say with a blush. I gnaw at my bottom lip as she begins to type on her computer, presumably trying to find me a tutor. Or posting on Facebook about how stupid I am.
“You’re in luck, I have a tutor who’s actually available right now if you’d like,” she announces with a smile.
I nod once.
“Alright, just head to the second floor. You’ll want the second door on the left. Ask for Dexter.”
“Thank you.”
I find the stairs and head to the second floor. When I reach the second door on the left I pause outside the door and wrestle with myself again. Do I really need to do this? So I failed the first exam. Maybe if I just study harder for the second exam, tutoring won’t be necessary at all!
Right as I’m about to turn around and leave, the door swings open and a wall of muscle just about bowls me over.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” I snap as strong hands reach out to steady me.
“Oh shit. Sorry darlin’.” The deep southern drawl kicks up my heart rate and I look up to see who this man is that nearly ran me over.
His blond hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are chocolate brown and filled with remorse. His strong jaw like something out of a western, covered with stubble. He’s built like a brick wall. He’s like a real live cowboy. Yee-haw.
“Damn, you must be a long lost Hemsworth brother.”
I look up at him through my eyelashes and stick my chest out so my cleavage is on full display. Come on cowboy, you know you want this.
He chuckles at me and takes a step back running, a hand through his already tangled mane of hair.
“Were you looking for someone darlin’?”
Looking for someone? Absolutely. I’ve been looking for someone as dead sexy as him my entire life. Given the proper amount of time I could absolutely blow his mind. I lick my lips and take a step closer to him again.
“In the math tutoring department?” he clarifies.
Oh, damn. I forgot I actually came here for a reason other than to pick up a sexy cowboy to ride all day...and night... long.
“Oh, yes. I was looking for Dexter.”
“Actually, I prefer Dex.” he extends a hand and I take it awkwardly.
Great, like I’m going to be able to learn a damn thing from sexy cowboy man.
“Is this a bad time? Were you on your way out?” That would be perfect! Then I could leave and never, ever come back.
“Actually, I was just in desperate need of a caffeine fix.”
“I certainly understand the urgency of your exit then.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair again. I have the desperate urge to run my own hands through that mane.
“I certainly wouldn’t object to some coffee.”
“Perfect, let’s go get some coffee and discuss your tutoring needs.” He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me out. A slow heat spreads through my body.



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The Key by Celeste Davis

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Title: The Key
Series: Heartfire Books
Author: Celeste Davis
Release Date: May 30, 2016
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I can't stop myself from wanting her, and I don't even know her name. Or if she even exists…
Kaylia Thomas has a secret. She can do something no one else can. She can travel in her dreams. Sometime she even meets other people…
Dylan Weston has it all. He's the richest boy in town and a star athlete with a bright future. But he has a secret. He was only sixteen when the dreams started. He would wake to find a beautiful girl standing above him. Like him, she seemed lost in the desolate words they would visit together in his sleep. Now it's two years later and he's the prize catch of an Ivy League football team. He's just starting his freshman year when he sees her – the girl from his dreams. She's a fellow student at the prestigious university. And she's real. Kaylia resists facing the truth about their connection, but Dylan won't give up. He's not the only one drawn to the quiet beauty though. When he rescues her from a group of rowdy sports fans after a game, it triggers something in him that his been long repressed. A family curse that once awakened, can only lead to blood. Is Kaylia his true love? Or is she the key that unlocks the curse that will be his undoing? *The Key is the first story in the Heartfire Books, a paranormal romance series from first time author Celeste Davis. It has been completely rewritten and expanded in anticipation of the third book in the series – coming soon from Celeste Davis and Pincushion Press*
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Kalia's heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was a horse that might gallop away from her. He was here. And he was demanding that she talk to him, that she admit what was happening. God help her, she wanted to talk to him too. She wanted everything in the dreams to be real. The long walks. The handholding. The kiss. Especially the kiss. Everything inside her warned that there would be consequences if she gave into that desire. That this was not a free gift. She didn't know if it was just nerves, or a lifetime of being the odd girl out, but her internal warning bell was clanging and it was loud. She let herself look at him, silencing the voice inside her that told her to run. She just... looked. Her eyes drank him in like the tall, cool drink of water that he was. Lord have mercy the boy was fine. His eyes were the same as she remembered, his shoulders just as broad. His hair was shorter, cut for the upcoming football season most likely. She missed the tousled curls he'd worn the last time she saw him. It softened him somehow. Now he looked... hard. Determined. He was staring at her, begging her with those deep blue eyes to say the words that would make this all real. Too real. Once she said them out loud though, she wouldn't be able to take them back. It was a line in the sand and she realized with a sense of inevitability that nothing would stop her from crossing it. Maybe this was fate. Maybe it was magic. Real magic, not the kind you read about in fairy tales. Either way, she couldn't fight it any longer. She sighed, unable to resist the entreating look in his beautiful eyes. "Your hair is shorter." He smiled at her with such relief that it almost made it worth it when they both ended up in the loony bin. Almost. "Yours too." She ran her hand through her new haircut distractedly. "Yeah, well my Gran cut it. She wanted to make the cut last until I went home again for Thanksgiving break." He was just standing there, staring at her like a kid on Christmas morning. Then he held out his hand expectantly. She looked at it as if it were a snake that might bite her. "I'm Dylan." Dylan. The name suited him. It was unusual. Pretty almost. But strong. She sighed, ignoring his hand. "Look, this isn't a good idea. We should just act like none of this ever happened. Otherwise we are basically admitting that we are insane." "Like I said, maybe we are. I'm okay with that." He was still grinning when he said it. She sighed again, feeling like she was speaking to a slow-witted child. Except he wasn't, was he? He was a big, beautiful looking young man. An Adonis really. How could he be here talking to her when she'd conjured him up out of loneliness all those years ago? He was supposed to just be her imaginary friend dammit. "Come on, just tell me your name. What's the big deal?" "The big deal-" She lowered her voice, whispering at him as she started walking around the outskirts of the game again. "The big deal is that stuff like this isn't supposed to happen." "Yeah, it's weird. But it's good weird, you know?" She stopped and stared at him. He was so handsome. So big. So actually there in the flesh that she had to resist the urge to reach out and poke him. "I guess." "So, what's your name? Otherwise I'm going to have to call you dream girl." She sighed again and stared at the hand he was once again holding out. Patiently waiting for her to accept it. She reached out and slid her small dark hand into his. "Kaylia. I'm Kaylia." He smiled at her and clasped her hand. A jolt shot through her. He jerked as if he felt it too. It was like an electrical current that seared her, straight to the soles of her feet. She let go abruptly, reaching up to touch the top of her head. Her hair was sticking straight up. Dylan's was too. He smiled sheepishly as if that were a totally normal reaction to a handshake. "So... Can I buy you a cup of coffee Kaylia?"
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Celeste Davis has been fascinated by the paranormal since a young age. She has studied various forms of magic and astral projection starting in her teenage years and still frequently travels at night! Her new series of books will explore different dark worlds, and the things that remain hidden. Part the curtain and see what lies beneath!
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Loved By My Cowboy

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Six years ago, Libby Jones' life was turned on it's head. Abandoned and pregnant, Libby changed her carefree, reckless life for both her and her son. There would be no more random hookups and no more partying. Dylan's entrance into her life was a blessing and changed everything in her life. Yet, nearly six years later, Libby is still discovering how much things in the past had changed her. The strong person Libby once was is now lost and confused with a man who wants nothing more than to love her and Dylan.
Justin Foster has always been interested in Libby, past and present, and he has never hidden that fact. He's back in Elk Field for good now and has his sights on finally getting Libby as his. He will do anything and everything to prove to her that he has changed and they could be wonderful together.
Twists, turns, and crazy surprises await Libby. Is she ready for the ride?
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Born and raised in Northern Wyoming. Brooke spent a great deal of her childhood and even well into her adulthood in her imagination and creating different stories.
A busy mother of two growing boys and a wife, she spends a great deal of time outdoors and in her beloved BigHorn Mountains. She usually has a notebook and a sketch pad close by her side at all times never knowing when inspiration will hit, as well as her camera.
She published her first book February of last year titled My Cowboy and the second book, Faith in My Cowboy, followed in September. The last book, Loved by My Cowboy, comes out at the end of May of this year. This fall, she will be publishing a new series at the end of this year.
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