#CLASSICSATHON ANNOUNCEMENT | Hosted by @lucythereader | #Readathon

I saw this post in the Thursday, Aug. 02, 2018 edition of The BookTube Your Shelf Daily Reader.  lucythereader is hosting the Classicsathon read-a-thon this month. I am working on my TBR list.

Are you planning to participate? What are you going to read?

KEY INFO: The readathon will run from 1st August to 31st August. The only challenge is to read at least one classic during the month and you can read novels, poetry, plays or non-fiction, as well as modern classics and children's classics, and you can read translations or books written in your native language too. Don't forget to share your TBRS and what you're currently reading using the hashtag! - lucythereader

Read an Excerpt of CROSS DROP by Elizabeth Hartey | Goddess Fish Promotions Presents #NewAdult #ContemporaryRomance

CROSS DROP (On The Edge, book 2) by Elizabeth Hartey is on book blast tour. The new adult contemporary romance is available now from Limitless Publishing. 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Elizabeth Hartey will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.


I’m not a saint. Never claimed to be. I’ve played the game and scored my fair share—both on and off the field. This is why I should have known better than to fall for a hockey player. But I did. I fell fast and hard.

Now I’m left with the painful consequences, reminded every day of how reckless I had been by giving him my heart so easily—so willingly. Dalt broke me in the cruelest of ways, and because of him I’ll never be able to love again.


Nikki changed me. She made me want to be a better man. My days playing off the field were over because she owned every little piece of my heart…until she left, leaving behind a gnawing ache where my heart used to be.

Now she’s back, and it’s painfully clear she hates me, ignoring me, pretending like I’m nobody to her. But that’s just too damn bad. I want answers. I want a goddamn explanation.

And most of all…I want her.

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“Hey.” The intelligent greeting the only thing I could think of to say. When she looked up and hit me with those baby blues I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Hey.” One word. That was it and she started walking off the field toward the field house. I stood baffled for a moment. I’d never had a problem talking to a girl before and they usually didn’t walk away from me when I did. I ran to catch up to her.

“Great game. You were amazing out there.”

“Yeah, thanks.” She just kept walking, even picked up the pace like she was trying to get away from me.

“I’m…I’m Dalt by the way.” Like an idiot I stuck my hand out to shake hers. She stopped and stared at my outstretched hand but didn’t make a move because her hands were full with her bag and some of the equipment.

“I know who you are, hockey boy.” The words ‘hockey boy’ came out like they tasted sour on her tongue. And she started walking away from me again. I couldn’t believe it. When I caught up to her, she stopped and turned to me.

“What do you want, hockey boy?” She threw me off my game so bad, I think I stuttered.

“I…um…your name would be nice for starters.”

“For starters?” She quirked a brow.

“Then I thought you might like to get a beer or a burger or something at the Thirsty Whale.” She scanned my body from head to toe and back up. Then the damnedest thing happened.

“No thanks. I don’t do dates. Not looking for a boyfriend. I just like to, you know, keep my options open.” Say what, now! Had she just turned me down for a date?

About the Author:

As a lover of the northeast US, Elizabeth moved with her husband to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, she has finally found time to fulfill her lifelong dream of writing novels. The wild ride of writing books is one of the most difficult things she’s ever done in her life. But the opportunity to get her stories out of her head and down on paper and send them out into the world is also one of the most wonderful things she’s ever done. A dreamer at heart, romance is the genre she spends most of her time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. And having readers fall in love with her characters as much as she does is almost as exciting as giving birth (just not as painful!) When not juggling work responsibilities and writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around her home, swimming, knitting, watching old classic movies and travelling.

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Cross Stroke 

You can check out the book trailer for Cross Stroke, book one in the On The Edge series, here.

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Cross Drop

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MisGiving Hearts by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes | Book Tour | Silver Dagger Book Tours Presents Interracial Romantic Suspense

MisGiving Hearts by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes is on virtual book tour. The interracial romantic suspense stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt.

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MisGiving Hearts
by J.Haney & S.I. Hayes
Genre: Interracial Romantic Suspense 

They thought they were safe in their elite little world. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

When Charity Daniels was seventeen she fell in love with Literature, and a man who taught it. Their forbidden love was held back until graduation, until legally she could be his.

Flash forward three years, Charity is studying at Yale and still in love with her Princeton Man.

Quinn (Q) Everett is on scholarship at Yale, and finds himself inexplicably in Charity’s path. He tries to stay away, but his mouthy best friend thinks he knows better. Suddenly it’s lunches and crashing private plans for the duo just to see her.

But their flirtations do not go unseen, and Logan’s love turns and goes from jealousy to murderous intent.

Can these unproven lovers stay the course and avoid the devious plot of a scorn man or will everything crash and burn?

*Trigger warning: Violence

**Strong Sexual Situations

**Only .99 cents!!**

J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.

S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio. Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.

The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in general led to the idea of A County Fair Romance and A Sex, Drugs and Rock Romance adding to it Working Class Beauties and soon Kincaid Falls. Along with various Standalone novels. So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you know just in case.

Where to find J. Haney

Where to find S.I. Hayes

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WHO SAYS INDEED? I can’t help but smirk as this little white bread country girl pops off her mouth. She’s cute, but not really my type, she’s too skinny and bordering on midget status. Although, she does have pretty eyes. They’re this pale sorta blue, almost steely, very much like my pup’s, truth be told. I look back at Stryker, and he’s making some headway with Hope, but that ain’t no thing. She’s pretty much game with anyone who won’t smack her around and brag about it. I’m not slut shaming or anything, it’s just how it is.
Charity comes out through the house and already has her purse slung across her chest. Like I’m gonna steal it, right? Whatever. I hold up Lilly to hand off to her and she reaches out her hand to pet the baby’s face. This has a most unfortunate effect. The puppy gets over excited and starts peeing everywhere!
“Shit!” I put Lilly down. “I’m sorry!” I apologize. I tear off the shirts that are covered in pee, not wanting that on me, and use them to start wiping at her shoes and legs.
She steps back, “I’ll, um, be okay.”
“Dude, you barely know her!” Stryker laughs, making a bowing motion. It’s then that I realize this looks like a scene out of Roots or some shit. Some white girl with a stripped-down brother bowing at her feet. I get up, shaking my head.
“Hope, I’m gonna go steal a shirt,” Charity says.
“Grab shorts too, looks like your pants took a hit.” Hope points out. Sure enough, this pup did a right good job.
“Hey, uh,  at least let me take it down to the laundry. The least I can do is get it clean for ya. Washers are just over there in the office.” I point to the left where the management office is.
“Mickie’s probably got something that’ll fit ya better,” Stryker suggests, grabbing his girl, Bonnie, who incidentally is Lily’s momma.
“Yeah? Where is that mangy sister of yours?” Hope pushes Stryker playfully. “Char, you remember Michelle Jordan. She used to follow me around till I transferred. Pretty, a little awkward, goes by Mickie now.”
“No! There ain’t no frickin way!”
“Excuse me?” Stryker is getting defensive, and I’m getting cold.
“It’s just, you look nothing alike, so I don’t know… Poor girl?”
“Poor? You hear this Chica?” Stryker asks me as he points at her.
“If I don’t go inside and get a wipe-down and a new shirt, my balls are gonna abscond from the cold. Could we go inside? Please?”
“We wouldn’t want a man to lose his balls, so yeah, we probably should.” Charity points for us to lead on.
I head for my place and Stryker for his. Not looking back, I lose the shoes and my pants are gone by the time I hit the bathroom tile. I jump in right quick, give it all a dab of wash and a rinse, then waddle my air-drying ass to the bedroom for clothes. It takes maybe ten minutes before I emerge and am scared shitless by Charity standing in my living room looking around, her back to me.
“Uh, I thought you went to get clothes?” I ask, my instinct to cover what’s already covered tapping at the front of my orbital lobe. Did she follow me in? How much did she see? I did turn toward her and she didn’t make a peep.
My insecurity turns to swagger in my chest and I smile at her nervous movements. “I wasn’t following your buddy, especially once Hope went in.”
I run my hand over my wet head. “Yeah, that’s been building since he got back.” I step toward her. “Look, you just want to borrow a pair of sweats and a T from me? We can get that stuff washed with mine before it starts to reek.” I point upstairs.
“Considering they’re takin’ forever, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Bathroom’s right there, there’s soap and stuff if you want to clean up. I’ll just grab the clothes and leave them outside there on the chair. Does that work?”
“Um, okay.” She sounds out of sorts, but heads for the washroom just the same. I hear the water run, so I take off to get clothes. A few minutes go by, and I’m startled by a shriek followed immediately by my dad apologizing right before screaming my name. I get to the top of the stairs and there’s Pop, hands on hips.
“Boy, you wanna tell me who the half-naked white woman in my bathroom is?”
“In a minute.” I move to the bathroom and tap the door. “I’m sorry, here’s clothes,” I whisper through the door. The door pops open, the clothes are snatched, then the door creaks shut quickly.
“White girl?”
“She’s a classmate, Pop.”
“Is she now? Sure she’s not some basic bitch off the block? Does she like Pumpkin Spice? Or is it S’mores now? I can’t keep that company straight every damn season.”
“Actually, she’s a Dunkin’ girl.”
“Mmhm.” Pop rolls his shoulders, looking around. “You didn’t come in this house with shoes on, did you? We just had them redo the carpets!”
“Sorry. I forgot.”
“Well, you had better hope you all didn’t track mud in here.” He looks back and shuts up as Charity comes into view. She looks like a little girl with how baggy my stuff is on her. She looks like my baby sister would if she were still with us. Finn was a beautiful girl, just a year younger than me and tiny like Charity. Her smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. I think Pop’s thoughts went to her as well because he’s gone uncharacteristically quiet.
“I- I’m sorry.”
He sighs. “For scaring the piss out of me, you should be. But I should have knocked. I shouldn’t have assumed you were my son. Though, in my defense, he rarely ever brings people, especially females, into this house. My name is Quentin.” He puts out his hand.
“Charity.” She takes his hand and he gives me the Yup, basic white bitch look. I shake my head at him, then look at the bag in her arms. She went through the cabinets and found the garbage bags. Smart girl.
“You- we should get that stuff washed.”
“I got your stuff too, you just sorta left it.” She holds up the bags.
“Yeah? Thanks, I wasn’t even thinking.”
“You two sure nothing’s goin’ on?”
“Positive, Pop. Lilly got excited, peed everywhere.”
“Not in the house? I told you!” Pop gets heated.
“No, Pop. We were outside, she won’t come here till she’s seen the vet again like we agreed. Now, we gotta go. Alright?”
“Yeah,” Pop huffs. “Nice meeting you,” he adds as I urge Charity toward the front door and out of the apartment.

Fireweed by M.J. Vieira | Book Tour | Silver Dagger Book Tours Presents Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Adventure

Fireweed by M.J. Vieira is on virtual book tour. The dark fantasy - paranormal adventure stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt.

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The Manjian Chronicles Book 1
by M.J. Vieira
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Adventure 

Fire cleanses and brings new life

In the far off land of Manji, two tribes live in a strained peace- the magic wielding Manjians and the supernatural Vampires. A delicate balance is kept between the two races who depend on one another for survival. This peace is broken however when the fireweed, or Io as it’s called, a mythical plant, grows once again within the cursed land called the Barron.

Named in a prophecy that speaks doom for both races, the beautiful plant causes panic within the Vampire community. But the bigger mystery comes when a prisoner, thought dead, is found to be alive and has escaped into the forbidden lands beyond the Vampire’s border.

Prince Jarek is sent to retrieve her, only to find his life set on a new course when the true Io reveals herself as both a worthy adversary and lover. Will the species survive her wrath?

How much will the fire cleanse?

MJ Vieira resides in Southern Maine with her husband, Alan, son, AJ, and their St. Bernard, Roxy. As a child, she traveled around the state with her parents, seeing the vast history the New England state had to offer as well as touring the nation while showing her American Quarter Horse. While traveling, she read many of the great authors of the time including JRR Tolkien, Stephen King, CS Lewis and Ann Rice. It is these writers combined with power of music, mainly hard rock and folk, MJ draws her inspiration. 

In between writing, MJ enjoys reading, collecting music and attending concerts. Lux is the first installment in the Veritas series which is MJ's first published work.

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Thin fingers left his hair, trailed down his blood-painted hide and moved to the pants he still wore. Working the tie that held them, she released him with relish before tearing her own lower covering away. Without hesitation she moved her opening above him and worked him deep into her body with a twisting of her hips. Both watched each other’s faces as she took him, the pleasure evident for both of them. Her hips met his and they both waited, enjoying the moment of union before Jarek moved his head to the side, exposing his throat as she had for him. The female bent down, her hips now rocking, moving his cock around her tight hot sheath as she bit into his pale flesh for the first time. Pleasure rocked through him as her fangs penetrated in time with his shaft. He had to fight not to move faster, to slam her to the ground and thrust with all he had. There would be plenty of time for that.

She drank deeply as they mated, her glow casting an eerie glow about them along the cave’s walls and the water behind them. He could feel himself losing control, his seed ready to fill her but the need for her release was too strong for him to let go. She had taken so much of his blood his body felt light. Wrapping his hand in her long raven tendrils, Jarek pulled gently, telling her to release. She came back with parted lips, her eyes half closed in a drugged lethargy. Jarek smiled, a grin of fierce pride before his mouth crashed into hers and he did as he had been dreaming since he first took her. Pinning her to the ground, Jarek thrusted himself deep inside her. His crown hit her end repeatedly, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her hips met his each time, encouraging the rough movement. Arching beneath him, she gave a final, pleasure-induced cry as her orgasm caught, washing his shaft in scalding pleasure. A snarl, a feral yell of triumph left him and Jarek allowed himself to coat her insides with his seed. They came together, their psyches blending until they knew each other inside and out. Their souls danced and joined as they shared their blood and pleasure in a true Mating, one the Vampires had not seen in centuries. In a combination of pleasure and shock, the duo lay tangled on the sand, both trying to comprehend what they had just seen and done.

Dangerous Secrets Series by RM Alexander | Book Tour | Silver Dagger Book Tours Presents Romantic Suspense

Have you read any books in the Dangerous Secrets series by RM Alexander? The romantic suspense series is on virtual book tour and stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt from Until Tomorrow.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a waterdrop necklace and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

Never Again
Dangerous Secrets Book 0.5
by RM Alexander
Genre: Romantic Suspense 

Failure isn't an option…

Ken Shepherd's witness is murdered, leaving him to want more than just to arrest the criminals and walk away. A career change to the Witness Security Program gives the opportunity to help people who made bad decisions find a second chance. But will high expectations lead to happiness or is death lurking around the corner? Never isn't as far as it seems in this action-packed prequel to the 
Dangerous Secrets series.

Until Tomorrow
Dangerous Secrets Book 1 

When everything is taken from you, all you have left is what comes next... 

The perfect career became the perfect nightmare. Now the only solution is for Colton Paine to leave his life behind to enter the Witness Security Program. Though he has many regrets, abandoning Savana Wyler, just as she's entering remission from cancer—and before he has a chance to tell her he loves her—rips his heart out. But Colton will do whatever it takes to protect her, even leave forever. 

Relocated to a tiny northern Washington tourist town, Colton fights to regain his footing in a new life constructed of lies. Haunted by thoughts of Savana, he breaks the rules and keeps track of her. When the same people who want him dead appear on Savana's news broadcasts, it becomes clear leaving wasn't the answer.

Convinced Savana is left unprotected, Colton abandons WitSec in a desperate attempt to save her. But did his impetuous actions endanger them both?

Tomorrow was never more uncertain.

RM Alexander is an author of romantic suspense. With driven characters who suffer the worst kinds of betrayals, RM's novels promise a good read with unexpected twists and turns. 

When she's not writing, RM spends time with her husband and two children. She loves to travel, especially to Walt Disney World, and is addicted to orange juice and Ghiradelli chocolate. She is often found on Twitter and Facebook chatting with other authors and readers.

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Colton sat at the table with a pen in hand and glanced at the duffel bag waiting at the door. Precious time ticked away—if he was going to leave, every second mattered. The explosion minutes before ensured law enforcement would be banging on the door soon and, once they came, there would be no getting away.

With a heavy breath, he placed pen to the paper, and then lifted it off. Going home could mean death, but as he tapped the pen on the table, other options seemed limited. With a heavy breath, he quickly scribbled down the words he would leave behind.

I consider myself a smart man. Not brilliant. Not Ivy League, genius-scoring, Einstein-equal kind of smart, but, you know. Smart.

I also consider myself a good man who admits to making mistakes. I became involved with the wrong people, was driven by the buck. And the biggest mistake I made was putting those I love in danger. That, and never telling her I loved her before it was too late.

We do that, don't we? We never realize the importance of someone or something in our lives until that someone is gone. There's a reason that parable exists.  

And if you want me to be completely honest with you, I do have regrets. I regret ever meeting Red, ever seeing the dollar signs instead of the questions, or his reasons for coming to someone so freshly assigned to managing accounts. I regret my ego driving the bus instead of my head. But I don't regret anything as much as I regret not telling her I loved her.  

Just don't tell anyone else I said so.

Colton folded the paper in half and left it on the table, stared at it for a couple seconds with consideration. A chance existed that the wrong person would find the note. There was some risk in leaving the note behind.

Good thing he was a gambling man. 

He hurried to the door, snatched the bag from the floor, and ran outside to the canoe.