Thursday, December 4, 2014

Here is the most beautiful cover. Robin at Wicked by Design sure did it up pretty.


Title: Unshakable
Author: Jenna Tyler
Release Date: March 2014
Cover Design: Wicked by Design




When I first met Decker Davis, I thought there was great potential for a happily ever after, but things didn’t work out as I had hoped. Life kept getting in the way, or stupid decisions were made by one of us. The ups and downs and ins and outs constantly replayed in my head, giving me hope that, one day, it could really happen.
Eric Reed walked into my life when I needed another distraction; a void filler. It was a void that had yet to be filled by anyone else. His bad boy appearance set my panties on fire but, deep down, I knew he wasn’t the one I wanted to end up with. My thoughts always got the best of me, setting up any relationship I attempt for failure. The wish was still there that Decker would come back to me. That he and I could finally be together forever.
My name is Dani Scott. Nothing good in my life has ever come easy. I’ve had to fight for all that I have, and I will continue to fight for all that I want.



Wrinkling up my nose, I fan my hand in front me to get rid of the spicy smell lingering in the air. “That might be a good idea. My mint and your spicy…not a good combo.”
He laughs and plants a kiss on my forehead as he pushes himself up off the couch and goes into the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch his backside until he’s out of view and what a view it is. When I hear the shower turn on, I’m a little surprised. It makes me want to take a shower as well, especially after being on the road all day. It would feel amazing right about now. I almost want to join him, but that would really be brazen of me on our first day of actually meeting. The thought still remains.
The water shuts off within a few minutes and when the door opens, large amounts of steam billow out into the hallway. He must have had that water piping hot to cause that much steam in such a short amount of time. Shortly thereafter, he steps out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, making my heart drop into the couch and my mouth go slack. His torso is glistening with water droplets and a few are cascading down to be absorbed by the towel. His abs are not well-defined, but you can tell they are there, hiding behind maybe a little too much Taco Bell. Decker doesn’t need to be chiseled like a Greek sculpture to make me drool.
He catches me gawking and winks then turns to head to his room. I watch his ass move through the towel and the muscles in his back shift as he walks away. Sweet Jesus.
Upon his return, he’s wearing a pair of extremely baggy sweatpants that look like they are barely hanging on to his hips. The waistband of his underwear is visible and has Tommy Hilfiger repeating around it. I hope those are not tighty whiteys under those sweats or there’s going to be issues. Tighty whiteys are never tight and never attractive. They should not even be in existence.
Decker comes to stand in front of me with his naked torso and wet hair. The hint of a sexy ‘V’ showing makes me want to li… “Do you want to shower, baby?” He interrupts my thoughts.
A pang runs through me when he speaks his pet name for me and I wonder if I will have that reaction every time he says it. I kind of hope I do. I’m trying not to stare, which is really not working, and try to form a coherent sentence. “I thank go… I mean, I think so.” So much for coherent.
He offers his hand to me and pulls me up to my feet and leads me back into his room. “I’ll get you a towel and a wash cloth. Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head in response, barely registering that he’s talking to me. He kisses me again on my forehead and then disappears through the doorway. He returns, pulling me into his strong body. I can feel him thickening through his sweats and my jeans, “I put them in the bathroom for you.” He pauses then draws me in closer. “It’s ready when you are.” The double meaning of the last sentence is not lost on me and now all I can think about is him buried deep inside of me. A shower is definitely in order, although I have a strong suspicion that I might need another one in just a little while.


I was born and raised in South/Central Florida. Currently residing in Texas, I love spending time with my fur-baby, Roxy… and sometimes my kids (when they behave). I enjoyed writing poems as a teenager, but it was short-lived. I didn’t become an avid reader until… Twilight and became obsessed. My passion for reading led to stories and characters nagging at me. Then a friend suggested I write it out and have now released my debut novel, Something More.
I'm currently writing another novel and short story for an anthology.






Friday, November 28, 2014



Title: Vis Major
Author: Trish Anderson
Release Date: To be announced...




Death changes people.

It's a phrase Reeve was all too familiar with. His father uttered those words on a daily basis. Following his parents into the family business had meant being the glue for others who were falling apart after a death... and in this line of work, grief was inevitable.

When Reeve suffers real loss in the death of his best friend and soul mate, he’s left questioning if his entire life was a sham. Consumed by loss and doubt, he detaches himself from reality.

In an attempt to get his son back, his father abandons all he thought he knew about healing, and pleads with Reeve to take on a new case.

But, this wasn't just any case; it was Jessie Case, a woman more mysterious than the circumstances surrounding the death of his best friend.

When these two lives merge, they entice each other into a world of forgotten pain. What they discover is far more haunting than either of them could imagine. 







Her voice is thick with emotion as she pleads, "Show me."

Hesitant, I move toward her, holding her gaze in a way that seems to push 

My jacket falls to the floor, and I welcome the sharp bite of cold air against my 

She gasps, a mixture of fear and awe garbling the sound. Her eyes dip to 

take in all I've exposed to her. “Reeve, what have you done?" she whispers.

"It doesn't hurt," I explain, running my fingers along my angry, red skin. 

Instinctively, she clasps her hands around her arms, as if to protect herself 

her further back with each step I take. 

flesh. 

from me scaring her too.

Sweet Jessie. Don't you understand I would never hurt you?

I envision myself saying this out loud, but in this moment, I move closer to 

her, lips like a vault, securing all my thoughts around my tongue. 

She backs herself into the corner, jaw slack, eyes wide. "How long did this 

The first time I'd pushed a needle into my skin was when Cadmium died. At 

first, the pain had pulled me out of my grief... made me feel something greater 

than the loss of her. But, I'd refused to be the guy labeled as a 'cutter'. No, I was 

purposeful with my pain, etching Cadmium's words into my skin. Each promise, 

fear, and every other word she had ever spoken was now a part of me.

For a brief moment, I witnessed pity in Jessie's eyes. Pity was for people who 

take?" She points to my arms, covered with words.

Flesh of my flesh.

asked for it. I didn't need it or want it.

I move closer so I can lean into her, exhale against her ear and answer, 

"Years. But forever wouldn't be long enough to finish what I started."

Goosebumps rise on her neck, her pale skin flushing from her heated blood. 

She's psychoanalyzing me. It makes me angry. "Oh, the misconceptions," I 

laugh into her neck, then pull back to look in her eyes. "Carved, tattooed, branded; 

Pity has fully disappeared from eyes, and now she’s staring at me like I could 

be Lucifer. I’m feeding off of her discomfort, so I taunt her. “You disappoint me. I 

thought you were a stone pillar with a solid foundation, rooted firmly in your own 

resolve." I place my finger against her shoulder and nudge her. "But look how 

"Why are you so hateful?" she asks, choking on her question as she shoves 

my hand away. Her eyes began to glisten, darting between me and the door. 

It's then I realize she's a coward. Escape routes forming in her head, plan B 

always set "just in case".  I thought she was different. She is, I remind myself. She 

just doesn’t know it yet. "You gonna run, Jessie?" I sneer, towering over her fear 

"You're a cutter? You do this to make yourself numb?" 

any of these would be more accurate, Jessie.”

easily you sway under the pressure. Your core is corroded." 

crippled stature.

Your move sweet girl. 

She squares her shoulders, taking on a challenging stance. "I want to 

understand." Her voice is stern, but I hear her insecurities in every word. She 

wraps her hand around my forearm, looking up at me as if I might be the savior 

she's been in search of. "I don't know you, but I want to.  The real you. I've never 

been more scared of someone in my life, and not because I think you will harm me. 

It’s your thoughts that breath life to my fear, Reeve."







I'm a sarcastic, Disney loving, procrastinator. I hope to write stories that speak to me first and foremost, then give readers an honest, non-cookie cutter world to get lost in. I always root for the underdog, so I try to inject one into each of my stories. I'm in desperate need of Starbucks, a shower, and sunlight on any given day. I'm certain Chewbacca is my soulmate. I hope you read my words and enjoy them. If you don't, I still dig you.




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Saturday, October 4, 2014

It's been a while since I've posted anything here and, let's be honest, no one reads my blog anyway. But to anyone who comes across this, I just wanted to say that I've had an amazing time on the Indie Book journey. I've sold books! I've done two book signings, one in Houston and one in Tampa and I can't wait to do another one. I've met some fantabulous people, in person and online...readers, fellow authors, bloggers. It's been wonderful.
I'm currently writing another novel, Unshakable, and have a short story partly done which I might turn into a short story series. Still debating on that. We'll have to see how that goes. I hope to have Unshakable out around the first of the year...fingers crossed.
I've also gotten a website. You can check it out at www.jennatyler.com
I will post again shortly. I have a blog tour for Something More coming up soon and then probably a cover reveal for Unshakable (which is absolutely beautiful). I can't wait to share it with you!

Until then, stay cool (or warm), and be kind.

~Jenna

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