Spotlight & Giveaway: Tryst (Take It Off #8) by Cambria Hebert


Sometimes all a girl needs is a little fling…

Talie Ronson needs a vacation.

From life.

Since she caught her cheating, loser husband in bed with his assistant, her life has been on a steady spiral—right into hell. Her car’s a junker, her job sucks, and her perfect, gorgeous sister likes to brag about her wonderful life every time they “do” lunch.

In an effort to salvage what’s left of her life and her sanity, she takes the advice of her kooky best friend and takes off to Topsail Island. A week at the beach, alone, is exactly what she needs to recharge, regroup, and relax.

Only, her alone time is about to get derailed.

Gavin Palmer’s favorite activity is walking around in his boxers and eating junk food. He and his neighbors have an understanding. They stay out of his business and he stays out of theirs. He lives at the beach, not for vacation, but for isolation. He’s had enough of people to last him a lifetime.

Gavin’s isolation is interrupted when his normally quiet neighbor starts disturbing his peace. He stomps across the sand to give the guy a piece of his mind… only it isn’t a guy.

It’s Talie.

She’d maddening, nosy, and talks too much.

But she’s hot and her bedroom eyes have him thinking maybe he’s had enough solitude. Maybe a week of company is exactly what he needs.

Maybe what they both need is a no-strings-attached tryst.

Just as the road started to gradually lift and lead onto the bridge my car made a very loud clunking sound and then groaned like it was going to come apart at any second.

Even though my foot was pressed on the gas the car slowed considerably, idling along like a turtle who had no where it needed to be. “Come on!” I yelled at the dashboard as I gave the steering wheel a smack.

Suddenly the wheel seemed extremely hard to steer. What usually was an easy, effortless task now seemed like something that required large muscles.

Did I mention I was lacking in the muscle department?

I applied the brakes and fought the Jetta to the side of the road. I wasn’t about to try and make it over the bridge like this. My luck I would plunge over the side and get eaten by a shark when I hit the water.

The loud rattling sounds the stupid car made drowned out the cadence of the ocean waves and caused some of the peace I was found on my way here to disappear.

After several long moments of just sitting there, leaning my forehead on the steering wheel and asking God why I was cursed I turned off the engine. The car stuttered and then died. I knew it wasn’t going to turn back on.

“And the hits just keep on coming,” I said out loud.

I opened the car door, letting it open so that the light would stay on for a few moments and bent down to look for the hood release latch. After I found it and popped the hood I stood there staring down in the dark at the insides of a car I couldn’t see.

Then I remembered my phone. The flashlight app was handy in moments like this. Even with the engine and innards of the car visible I had no clue what was wrong with it.

“I am so getting a new car,” I sighed. I called up the number to Triple A in my phone (I might not know how to fix cars but I knew how to call people who did) and wondered how long it would take them to send a tow.

A pair of headlights appeared traveling in my direction. I raced around the side of the car and leapt into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind me. After the way this week was going I would not be surprised at all if the person behind the wheel of that car was a serial killer out looking for his next victim.

The car slowed and pulled directly behind my car.

See? Total serial killer.

I heard the slam of the door and watched as a large dark figure approached. I could make out nothing because his headlights turned him into nothing but a dark shadow.

The only thing I knew for sure was that it was a man. Unless of course it was a woman. Judging from the sheer size of the black shape if it was a then she would have to be a professional body builder.

Seconds later a darkened face appeared at my window.

“Car trouble?” he rumbled. His voice was deep and his southern accent was strong.

I screamed.

I forgot my window was down!

I jammed the key back into the ignition and turned the engine over. It made a puny, pathetic sound and stalled out. The windows were electric. I couldn’t get it up if the car wouldn’t start.

“Please don’t kill me!” I burst out.

A laugh floated through the night air and wrapped around my body. He put one of his hands on the door, so that it rested where the window should be, his fingers falling down the inside of the door.

I snatched the keys out of the ignition and swung down to stab the fleshy part of the back of his hand. Seconds before I made him bleed he jerked away.

“I’m not going to murder you!” he shouted.

“Don’t you yell at me!” I retorted.

“You tried to stab me!”

“You tried to kill me!”

“I stopped to see if you needed help. You know, because your junker car here stopped working.”

“How dare you call it a junker.” I fumed. My car definitely was a junker but I wasn’t about to let him insult me. I’d had enough of men to last me a lifetime.

“Sweetheart, I call it like I see it.” he drawled.

Damned if I didn’t get goose bumps. His voice was like the velvet sky I was admiring only moments ago. “Well, okay, it’s a piece of crap.” I allowed. Obviously his southern accent was making me stupid.

“I’m just going to take a look,” he said. Before I could tell him no he was walking around the front of my car. The glow of his headlights gave me a glimpse of the way his hips rotated when he walked.

He had long legs, the kind that owned the ground whenever he took a step. He was tall… he had to be at least six two. Other than that I couldn’t make out anything else about him. He was wearing a baseball hat and it was pulled down low, shading all of his face from the little light out here.

A light clicked on up front (he must have the same app as me) and I saw him reaching down into the engine. The sound of something being pulled out of the car had me leaping out of my seat and rushing around the front.

“What the hell are you doing!” I demanded horrified as he pulled out this long black thing. “Is that a snake?” I shrieked. Had I somehow run over that giant thing and it got caught in my engine?

He paused and looked up at me. “A snake?” he asked like he couldn’t understand what I was saying. Then he shook his head. “It’s the drive belt,” he muttered, going back to pulling it out.

“Well if it’s supposed to be in there why are you pulling it out?”

“This way when I go to kill you, I know you won’t be able to get away.”

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Cambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting





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Unafraid by Melody Grace




The first time I saw her, I knew this girl was wilder than any stallion I’d ever trained. She was headstrong, wounded, passionate and free. And I had to have her…”

Brittany Ray doesn’t care about her bad reputation. Growing up in a sleepy beach town with a junkie mom and a runaway dad, Brit’s learned the hard way that the people you love will only let you down. It’s no use hoping for love or happiness. Some dreams aren’t meant for girls like her.

Hunter Covington is one of those dreams.

Gorgeous, charming Hunter is damn near perfect—and it’s killing him. Son of Charleston royalty, he’s been trapped in a gilded cage since the day he was born. Now he’s breaking free. He’s quit law school to restore his grandpa’s old horse ranch, trying to soothe the demons in his soul. But Beachwood Bay is full of old ghosts, like the mysterious girl who spent an unforgettable night with him—and then slipped away before dawn. Brit.

Everything about her screams danger, but Hunter doesn’t care: he’s never felt a connection so deep. And try as she may, Brit can’t resist the desire consuming her —or the safety she finds in Hunter’s arms.

A reckless passion. An undeniable bond. Scarred by their pasts, Brit and Hunter fight to heal old wounds. But will dark secrets tear apart their new beginning? And when love is the biggest risk of all, can they find the courage to face the future unafraid?


“She wants me, but she doesn’t want to let me in. I can give her pleasure, but I can’t give her trust. No, that I’ve got to earn, day by day, until she’s ready to let me into her bed-and her heart.”

Hunter…Hunter…Hunter!!! I am not one that posts too much about “book boyfriends” but Hunter is one heck of a young man. On the outside, he seems to have it all but guilt is consuming his life and he has no one that he can trust to confide in. Enter Brit.

Brit has a drug addict for a mother and an absent father. She turns to sex as a way to cope. She doesn’t care that she has a town reputation as the town whore or is called a slut. Or at least that is what she thinks until Hunter comes back into town.

“I can love him, even if it breaks my heart.”

Hunter sees something special in Brit and he sees past her hard exterior. Unafraid is truly something special because it has a perfect combination of trials, tribulations, romance, heartbreak, acceptance, and sex!! Melody Grace is an exceptional writer that proves that brighter days are ahead when we stop being afraid and allow ourselves to not only love but to be loved in returned!

DISCLAIMER: I received a complimentary copy of Unafraid in exchange for an honest review.




5 Things I Wish I’d Known Before Hitting Publish


1. The indie community is more awesome than I ever imagined.

I published my first book, Unbroken, pretty blind. I tweeted up a storm, blogged about the book, and sent out advance copies to every blogger under the sun, but it didn’t really hit me until after the book came out just how generous and supportive everyone in this community is. People I’d never met before were tweeting from the rooftops about my book; amazing authors I looked up to spent the time to read and review it, and readers were writing the most amazing posts, complete with quotes and pics and gifs of hot guys… (I especially appreciated that).

It really touched me, that so many people were connecting with my book, but more than that, they were taking their time and energies to tell other people about it too. The book community is truly amazing. It’s so inspiring as an author and a reader to see such a huge group of people from all walks of life bond and make friends over these stories that we love. The generosity of spirit still blows me away, and makes me even more determined to write the best books I can to say ‘thank you’ for everyone’s time.

 2. Reviews are the devil’s candy.

People warned me that reviews would drive me crazy, but I didn’t really understand until I was hitting ‘refresh’ like a madwoman, desperate for one more rating before I called it quits for the night. There’s no high like reading a review from someone who loved your book—and no low like finding a 1-star rating there alongside it.

Eventually, I learned to be zen about the whole process. Just like I don’t like some books, some people won’t like mine; it’s nothing personal, and sometimes, a bad review can be great constructive criticism. In the end, it’s all a part of the publishing circus, you just have to learn to take the good with the bad.

3. Writing a book is only half the battle.

I finished writing feeling like I’d just scaled a mountain—only to find myself staring up to the summit of another, taller peak. Promotion. It’s an amazing achievement to finish a book, but I want as many people as possible to read it, which means a lot of time spent promoting and building a readership. It’s great interacting with fans on social media—I love hearing your stories and running fun contests—but it’s definitely a time commitment you need to plan. Twitter, facebook, blogging, goodreads… It all adds up, and unless you’re a master of discipline (I’m not), it’s easy to let the time slip by chatting about last night’s TV, instead of working on your next book!

Now, I’m lucky enough to be working with an amazing publicist, who handles a lot of the promo for me—leaving me plenty of time for writing, and that all-important Vampire Diaries tweeting.

4. Sophomore Book Stress is real.

I managed to delay the big anxiety train a little by putting out a novella after Unbroken, but when it came time to write Unafraid, I was so nervous. Could I recapture the magic that people loved in Unbroken? Would they connect with a new set of characters, and a different kind of love story? Emerson and Juliet’s relationship was so epic, rooted in so much past passion and betrayal, I felt like I was starting at zero with Hunter and Brit. Although they have a past too, their relationship develops right in front of us, so moves much slower. But in the end, that turned out to be the most fun part: playing with the romance of their dynamic, instead of going zero-to-sexy right away. (Although there is plenty of sexy!)

Which leads me to…

5. Your friends are going to have an opinion on your sex life.

Yup, it happens. You spend months in private, writing the best, hottest sex scenes you can imagine… And then everyone you know reads it. Suddenly, it feels like they all walked in the room while you were doing it! My mom skips all the ‘naughty bits’, but my friends devoured it—and then told me they imagined me as the character doing all that sexy stuff!

I must have blushed a million times over after Unbroken came out, but most of it is just friendly teasing. I’ve learned to get a thick skin about that stuff. And hey, at least they thought it was hot!


Melody Grace is the USA Today bestselling author of UNBROKEN and UNTOUCHED. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach-lover, she spent years with her nose in a book before deciding it was time to write them for herself. She loves bad boys, good books, and pistachio-flavored ice-cream.





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RELEASE DAY LAUNCH & GIVEAWAY: Escaping Me by Elizabeth Lee

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All she wanted to do was forget. Forget the memory of walking in on her boyfriend in the middle of, well, another girl. Forget how she had her entire life planned out. And, forget about being perfect all the time. Unfortunately, she was Whitney Vandaveer and despite the fact that she moved to the middle of nowhere—she couldn’t.

He always knew he would never be more than nothing. No job, no money, no future. Cole Pritchett had accepted the fact that he would always be the screw up and he was okay with it. Until he met her.

Here’s the thing they quickly found out—sometimes we all need a little help escaping who we think we are.

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When I’m not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand.  Here’s the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination!  Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!





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