Monday, November 23, 2015

Mafia Romance RECKONING is LIVE!

Hi everyone! For those of you who've been reading the Blood and Honor series, I have the news you've been waiting for: Reckoning is FINALLY here!!!

Reckoning (Blood and Honor, #4) by Dana Delamar

Reckoning

A brutal hitman. 
A fervent anti-Mafia judge. 
A far-ranging conspiracy…

Everyone thinks Ruggero Vela is just an assassin, a cold-hearted thug. But a passionate heart beats underneath his granite exterior. When he finally meets the woman of his dreams, she turns out to be Loredana Montisi, a fervent anti-Mafia judge hell-bent on prosecuting his Mafia don boss. The beautiful judge has no idea she's being used as a pawn by much darker forces with a truly frightening agenda. 

With enemies closing in on every side, Ruggero walks a dangerous tightrope—can he win Loredana's heart and her help, or will he lose her and the only family he knows?

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To reward my loyal readers, Reckoning is only 2.99 for the first two weeks!



Want a little taste of the book? 

Ruggero ignored her and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Loredana watched him take a drag, but when the smoke started flowing from his nose and mouth, she lost it. 

She snatched the cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the floor, crushing it with her shoe.

“What the hell?” he asked.

“My grandfather died of emphysema.”

“Why would you care what happens to me?”

“No one deserves that kind of death.”

“Even a Mafia thug?”

“Even a man like you.”

Something in his face changed, darkened, and his eyes lasered in on her. He grabbed hold of her arms. “Is that how you see me? As a man? Or do you see me as a Mafioso?” He pulled her close, his eyes flicking back and forth across her face, before dipping down to stare at her lips.

Both of them were breathing hard. She placed her hands on his chest, his muscles twitching beneath her palms. Her heart was pounding, her stomach flipping. “I see you as a man,” she said, the words just barely above a whisper.

Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in, rising up on her toes, and pressed her lips to his. For just an instant, he kissed her back, then his hands clamped down on her biceps, and he broke the contact. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

Those wolf’s eyes drilled into hers. “You’d better know, Loredana. I’m not a man you can play with.”

She stared at him for a moment that stretched on and on. What did she want? She knew; she just needed the courage to own up to it. Then she stepped closer and raised her lips to his. “I’m not playing with you,” she murmured against them.

With a groan, he hauled her flat against his well-muscled body, his mouth coming down on hers in a searing kiss. She clutched his suit jacket as he took control, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands fisting in her hair.

She shouldn’t be doing this, she knew it, and yet she couldn’t stop. And why should she? She might not have much time left, and if she was going to die, she was going to die happy—or something like it.






I hope you're as excited about Reckoning as I am. Let me know what you think in the comments. 

And if you (or your friends) need to catch up on the series, the links to the other four books are below. 

Happy Reading! 
~ Dana 


Malavita (Blood and Honor, Prequel) by Dana Delamar

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Revenge (Blood and Honor, #1) by Dana Delamar



Retribution (Blood and Honor, #2) by Dana Delamar






Redemption (Blood and Honor, #3) by Dana Delamar



Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Reckoning Cover Reveal, Release Date, Excerpt, and Teasers -- It's Almost Here!

Hi everyone! For those of you who've been reading the Blood and Honor series, I have the news you've been waiting for: the release date for Reckoning
(drum roll) 
November 21-23! 

Reckoning (Blood and Honor, #4) by Dana Delamar


Reckoning

A brutal man of honor. 
A fervent anti-Mafia judge. 
A far-ranging conspiracy…

Everyone thinks Ruggero Vela is just an assassin, a cold-hearted thug. But a passionate heart beats underneath his granite exterior. When he finally meets the woman of his dreams, she turns out to be Loredana Montisi, a fervent anti-Mafia judge hell-bent on prosecuting his Mafia don boss. The beautiful judge has no idea she's being used as a pawn by much darker forces with a truly frightening agenda. 

With enemies closing in on every side, Ruggero walks a dangerous tightrope—can he win Loredana's heart and her help, or will he lose her and the only family he knows?

Many of you asked if there'd be a pre-order, but I decided against it because it would have delayed the release into early December, and we all know you've been waiting long enough! Thanks so much for your well wishes and your patience. Your emails and comments on Facebook, my blog, and Goodreads helped keep my spirits and my enthusiasm up. 

Want a little taste of the book? 

He moved closer again, and this time Loredana jumped away, but her back hit the wall. Trapped. Blood pounded in her ears, and his smile widened. He placed one hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in, just centimeters from her. He smelled of espresso, cigarettes, and a light cologne. Something lemony. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I’ve never hurt a woman, and I’m not about to start.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Reassuring you.”

“I thought you didn’t do that.”

He chuckled, low and deep, and his other hand met the wall on the other side of her head. He had her caged in quite effectively, but his gaze was what held her captive. She struggled not to squirm, to meet his eyes, to keep him from knowing how desperately she wanted to run.

He leaned in, his voice dropping, his words a whisper. “I want you to remember how you’re feeling now: heart beating fast, every cell excruciatingly alert, ready to jump out of your skin. Remember this, and don’t forget. You are in danger, Giudice Montisi, and remembering that is what’s going to keep you alive.”






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I'll also be running a very cool contest exclusively for my newsletter subscribers, so be sure to sign up so you can enter!

I hope you're as excited about Reckoning as I am. Let me know what you think in the comments. 

And if you (or your friends) need to catch up on the series, the links to the other four books are below. 

Happy Reading! 
~ Dana 


Malavita (Blood and Honor, Prequel) by Dana Delamar

FREE on ALL Retailers! Try before you buy!




Revenge (Blood and Honor, #1) by Dana Delamar



Retribution (Blood and Honor, #2) by Dana Delamar






Redemption (Blood and Honor, #3) by Dana Delamar



Thursday, November 5, 2015

NEW RELEASE & GIVEAWAY: Elite Ghosts (Elite Warriors, Book 2) - Military Romance

Hi everybody! Today I've got Sabrina York here with her latest release, Elite Ghosts

Elite Ghosts – Coming 11.10.15



For more than two years they’ve been ghosts. Nothing but names on empty tombstones. Men and women forced to fade into the background after being pulled from the rubble. Dead Marines saved from a fate worse than death, but ordered to stand down while their lives disappeared all around them.

Some knew it could happen if a mission exploded. Double crossed by more than just Red Wolf. But now is their time to be reborn from the flames of a Phoenix. No longer imprisoned in the shadows. A half-life between them and their future. To make things right coming back to life is their only option.
Loyalty is their salvation but damage is always more than skin deep.

A new hope. A new family. Elite Ghosts.


Target: Tungsten by Heather Long

Bradley “Tungsten” Peck. Marine. Lover. Friend. He’s the man who can get anything, find anyone, and accomplish every goal. At least he was, before he lost the only woman who mattered…he won’t stop until he gets her back or she puts a bullet in him.

Zinc's Heart by Rebecca Royce

Zinc has nothing to prove--and everything to lose.

Lithium’s Rescue by Sabrina York

He will save her…unless she saves him first.

Thallium's Submission by Anna Alexander

From now on the only orders he will follow are hers.

Nickel’s Wounds by Saranna DeWylde

Hell hath no fury like a Marine who’s lost her way. Beauty was once her currency, but for a woman who can’t feel anything but agony, she has nothing left. Except the vengeance that could destroy the one man whose love could teach her how to save herself.

Titanium’s Sacrifice by Jennifer Kacey

Titanium. Warbucks. Commander. Brother. He is all of those things. And none of them. Giving up everything to save the men and women under his command was easy until it comes to one…last…sacrifice.



Lithium’s Rescue by Sabrina York

He will save her…unless she saves him first.

Michelle Parsons is on the run. She has evidence of a plot that could destroy the country, but in order to stop her boss and his extremist cohorts from taking over the US Senate, she needs to get the information into the right hands. Trouble is, her contact, the only man she trusts, has been neutralized. She’s all alone. No one can help her.

No one, but the Elite Ghosts.

It’s a shame then, that when Benedict Butler—Codename: Lithium—shows up to bring her in from the cold, she doesn’t know if she can trust him or not. And when their relationship evolves into something more…he’s not sure he can trust himself either.

She does something to him, changes him. Heals him, somehow. And in the end, it’s difficult to say who rescued whom.

Read an Excerpt of Lithium’s Rescue!

Michelle stared at her phone as the realization that Ralley was watching her every move—had been watching her every move—whipped through her in a howl of horror. She should have known. She should have guessed. 

She was well aware of ASTCORP’s capabilities—of the sensitive information they collected and processed…and how they got it. She should have assumed Ralley would keep the same leash on his employees.

The thought of being watched, listened to, spied on infuriated her.

“Fuck you, Ralley,” she snapped, though he had long ago ended the call. Still, she was certain he heard. He had ears everywhere.

The hell she would wait here for someone to come and collect her.

If Ralley knew everything—and she had to assume he did—she’d never walk away from such an encounter.

She went inside and yanked the curtains closed, even though she knew, if Ralley had eyes on her, he’d be using a thermal scan as well. Shutting him out made her feel better. Then she quickly collected her purse, cash stash and a change of underwear—as well as a knife from the kitchen—and headed for the door.

She had no idea where she was going, other than away, but that would make it harder for Ralley to find her. She didn’t have family or friends outside work. No predictable patterns. She’d slip away in the night to the bus station or the train station and hop on the first transport out of town. Wherever it was going, she would—

She froze as the horrifying sound of a lock snicking shot through the silent room.

Her eyes widened. She lifted the knife.

Hell! Why hadn’t she turned off the lights?

The door eased open with an eerie creak. No one stood in the opening, but Michelle knew better. Someone was there. The barrel of a Sig appeared, capped with a long silencer. Michelle sucked in a breath and ducked back against the wall. When a hand emerged, she slashed it with the knife and, when it clattered to the ground, she executed a roundhouse kick into the doorway in the spot she assumed a face might be.

She got it right. Her assailant flew back with a bellow, slamming into the wall in the hallway. She bolted forward through the door, but he rallied quickly and caught her around the waist. With a howl, she kneed him in the crotch and gave him a healthy punch to the kidneys. She knew all the spots where a man was weak. She’d been trained for hand-to-hand combat since birth.

But he was trained too, and he was bigger. Stronger. A stocky, burly sort with a squashed in face and piggy eyes. And speaking of piggy eyes, when he slammed into her, launching them both back into her apartment onto the floor, she gouged at his.

His response was a clout to her cheek. 

It stunned her, but only for a moment.

A moment too long.

He captured both her wrists in one hand and pulled a long KA-BAR from its sheath. 

The bastard smiled then, revealing a hatred for dentistry. “He wanted you alive, bitch,” he growled in a thickly accented voice. Russian, if she wasn’t mistaken. Funny what little details filtered in when one was about to die. “It wouldn’t be hard to convince him this couldn’t be helped.”

It was disturbing, the way his eyes glinted as he set the blade to her neck, as though slicing it would bring him a great deal of pleasure.

A flicker of movement behind him caught her attention and her gaze shot to the doorway. She didn’t even bother to wince when his compatriot appeared. It was hardly a surprise. These sorts rarely worked alone.

She didn’t know why her focus locked onto the newcomer’s face, why something rose within her, a wail of denial, a wash of regret. Because he was, this second villain, drop dead gorgeous.

In that second, that fleeting moment of time before she died, a great wave of sadness swamped her. In another world, another universe, another dimension, if such things existed, she would want a man like him. He was tall. Broad. Beautiful.

Their gazes clashed and his eyes narrowed. A muscle bunched in his cheek. Something that might have been cold fury rippled over his features.

And then he moved.

To her shock, he grabbed her assailant around the neck with a muscled arm and levered him to his feet. The knife clattered to the floor. The first man howled and flailed, kicking and scratching at the second in a frenzy to be free. He whipped down, throwing the second man over his shoulders and onto the ground—but the beautiful warrior bounded to his feet and faced his foe with a snarl.

They circled each other, there in the foyer of her apartment, each taking the others’ measure. 

Michelle would have run, but they were blocking the door, damn it all anyway.

She grabbed the knife though, as it was in range, and scuttled back. She needed to be ready to face the victor when this was over. She had no idea why they were fighting over her, no idea who the second man was, but it hardly mattered. She wasn’t leaving with either of them. She didn’t trust anyone.

It was probably completely idiotic that deep down, in the well of her soul, she hoped the handsome man won. Being handsome didn’t make him a good man. In fact, it often meant the opposite.

The two men came together in a bone-crunching rush. The fight was furious. Fists and grunts and pummeling. The dull thuds of flesh on flesh. The crack of bones. The wet retort of splattering flesh.
It quickly became clear, the pig-eyed man didn’t stand a chance.

The warrior, the beast, demolished him with clout after ruthless, savage clout. With one crushing punch, he sent the smaller man teetering back onto the carpet. He didn’t move.

Michelle paid him little mind. She kept her eyes on the victor, the large and looming man with a sinfully beautiful face. Though she held the knife before her, it trembled.

He stared down at the broken man and his lips quirked in what might have been a smile. Or not. He cracked his knuckles and turned his attention to her. His eyes were cold, emotionless. His expression harsh.

“Strip,” he said. 

Just that one word.

Strip.



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About Sabrina York

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching romance.  Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Get updates, alerts and giveaway announcements from Sabrina here: http://eepurl.com/bj8tKb.