**COVER REVEAL** Jayce Ventura: Ghost Detective by Serena Akeroyd

Title - Jayce Ventura: Ghost Detective 

Author - Serena Akeroyd

Genre - Paranormal Romance

Release Date - January 31, 2017

It says a lot about a person when their best friend is a ghost. 

But, Jayce Ventura, ghost detective, has nothing but the deceased as friends. With no love life, no social life, and only Ben and Jerry who'll put up with her, something's gotta give. But what? 

When Drake Edwin comes to her for help in finding closure with his nephew's death, Jayce is dragged out of her apathy and into the weird and wonderful world of emotion. 

Only trouble is, Drake's nephew didn't OD, he was murdered, and Jayce is the only one who can make good this situation. 

Mixing work and pleasure is never the best idea, but when you throw murder into the scenario, it gets a thousand times worse. 

Only a helping hand from the other side will get this duo together, but even ghosts can be bitter. Will Drake and Jayce ever make it? Or were they broken before they managed to meet...?

“Is he certain that Nate Cambright was behind this?”

Drake's voice penetrates the ghostly conversation. “It's more circumstantial than I'd like. Nate threatened David, told him he'd regret it if he went to the party where his drink was spiked.”

“Can he remember anything else?”

“What did they spike the drink with?” David asks, and I pass on the question to Drake who answers:

“Ketamine.”

“Special K?” He huffs. “Then it's Nate. He was dealing it at school.”

When I pass that on to Drake, his eyes bug out. “Are you being serious? You knew and didn't tell me?”

“What? And make my life a thousand times worse?” David shakes his head. “Nate's the most arrogant SOB because of who his dad is. He thinks nothing can touch him. If people know I died of a Special K overdose, then they'll know he was the one to spike my drink.”

“David, I've heard of Ketamine. It's hallucinogenic. Before you passed, you'll have been hallucinating. Think back,” Kenna tells him. “Do you remember anything from that time?”

“I've thought about that night every day since, Kenna.”

She narrows her eyes at him when he bows his head. “You're keeping something back. I can sense it.”

“No, I'm not. Why would I?” He licks his lips. “The only thing I can remember is...well, I do remember Nate getting in my face. He was laughing at me. Taunting me.” When I tell Drake that, he bites out, “What are we going to do? He needs to pay.”

“Well, first things first, we need to get David out of here.”

Drake frowns. “How do you even do that?”

“That's for me to know and for you not to find out.”

His glower doesn't affect me. Hell, Kenna does nothing but glare at me for most of every, single, freakin' day! “If it's going to affect my nephew, then I think I deserve to know.”

David's chest puffs up again. “That's my uncle,” he tells Kenna, who really isn't impressed.

“Yeah, I got that.” She rolls her eyes. “Tell him not to get his knickers in a twist.”

I sniff. “It's not like I'm going to do something bad, for God's sake. I'm going to make it so he's no longer connected to this place.” As I fold my arms across my chest, I won't lie, there's a pout to my lips. “I thought you'd approve.”

He blinks at me. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Watch it, buster,” I snipe. “Do you want to come with me, David? Or do you like this dump?”

Apparently I've astounded both men, because David's ghostly lips work but no noise pops out. He looks like a silvery goldfish. When he gulps, I know he's way too close to tears for my own comfort. “I'd like that,” he whispers, his tone quivery. “Kenna says it's cool where you live.”

“It's certainly better than this shithole,” I remark, peering around the admittedly grim bookshop. But, it's not like if I pretty up the place it will make it better for its current residents. Ghosts actually come here because it's, well, I guess it suits their mood. Ghosts aren't exactly happy, after all. 

Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?

Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!

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**RELEASE BOOST With Giveaway** Yanked by Serena Akeroyd

Title: Yanked

Series: the YANK effect #1

Author: Serena Akeroyd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

  Release Date: May 30, 2016

Blurb

Noah Lincoln's no ordinary tycoon.

Sure, he's rich, and yes, he can date the hottest models, and a helicopter? Yeah, he has one of those too. Move over, Grey. But, what he doesn't have, is Tara.

She of the curves, the brains, and the viper's tongue with a wicked British accent that gets him hotter than Hades in high summer.

Tara's not his usual type, and that's what's driving him nuts. Until he gets her out of his system, he knows she'll be that one itch he desperately needs to scratch.

The only problem?

She's his employee. Noah doesn't date employees. Or at least, he didn't.

For Tara, he'll make an exception, but will she appreciate being yanked out of her world and into his?

That's if he can convince her to date him at all. Because all things considered, she's not entirely head over heels for this rich and sexy Yank. Noah will have to pull out all the stops just to get her into his bed, but in the end, will the bedroom be the only place he wants her? Or will Tara worm her way into his heart…?

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Excerpt

“What did you mean to happen?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.

She blew out a breath. “I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were doing tonight, really. I never intended...” She swallowed. “Sorry.”

The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. “Why? Why are you sorry? You don't have to be.”

“Because...” She jerked her hips a little, reminding him—like he needed the reminder—of his hard-on.

Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging. Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his life and murmured, “There's always later.”

She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling down gently before murmuring, “Only I can bite your lip now,” he whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.

A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I've never come like that before. Not...not with...”

He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but instead, he told her, “You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.”

She blinked. “You knew?”

“I did.”

“How?”

Noah gritted his jaw. “When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.”

“T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that, but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.”

He sighed at her worried voice. “And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara. I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to know you do.”

“I want to feel it too.”

“And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.”

She flushed. “You talk about it so easily.”

“So do you, normally.” He tilted his head to the side. “You spoke about it before like it was nothing.”

“That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.”

He shrugged that off. “You should take that for what it is: a gift.”

“Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head,” she retorted, and he was pleased to hear his Tara coming back to him.

Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world to the ground.

“I think I deserve one.”

“I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.”

“I know something that's growing a few inches.”

“How disappointing,” she teased. “I was hoping for a bit more than a few.”

He growled at her. “I'll show you later.”

“Please do.” Laughter poured from her as she chuckled at his expense then climbed off his lap with a caution that made him groan and her bite her lip again. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he gritted out. “It will go down in a minute.”

He hoped so. Hell, it was only eleven AM. That was a hell of a lot of time to kill before he'd see her again tonight and hopefully, get inside the heat that had been calling him for months.

Tara stared at him a second, then whispered, “If I didn't have a busy morning, I would...”

When she broke off, he asked, “What? You'd what?”

Her jaw clenched, turning from that faint shade of rose to a tense white. “You know what I'd do.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Tell me,” he taunted, but he was taunting himself. He fisted the ends of the armrest, clenching down on them instead of doing what he wanted to: reach for her and drag her back onto his lap.

“I'd let you bend me over the desk to take me here and now.” Her words were a challenge. They were thrown down like the offer of a duel. And maybe it was that. They were both dominant, both used to dominating their environs. Neither one was eager to let their guards down, and Noah knew that when they finally did sleep together, it would create a connection, some intimacy that try though she might, she'd never be able to hide from.

He accepted the gauntlet she threw at his feet, and in a tone of voice that sounded like silk sliding over gravel, bit off, “That will have to be for another day, won't it?”

Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal and was burned by it.

Just as he did, she clenched her fists. “Is that a promise, Noah?”

“It is.”

“And do you keep your promises?”

“I do.”

Author Bio

Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?

Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!

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**RELEASE BLITZ With Giveaway** Yanked by Serena Akeroyd

Title: Yanked

Series: the YANK effect #1

Author: Serena Akeroyd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

  Release Date: May 30, 2016

Blurb

Noah Lincoln's no ordinary tycoon.

Sure, he's rich, and yes, he can date the hottest models, and a helicopter? Yeah, he has one of those too. Move over, Grey. But, what he doesn't have, is Tara.

She of the curves, the brains, and the viper's tongue with a wicked British accent that gets him hotter than Hades in high summer.

Tara's not his usual type, and that's what's driving him nuts. Until he gets her out of his system, he knows she'll be that one itch he desperately needs to scratch.

The only problem?

She's his employee. Noah doesn't date employees. Or at least, he didn't.

For Tara, he'll make an exception, but will she appreciate being yanked out of her world and into his?

That's if he can convince her to date him at all. Because all things considered, she's not entirely head over heels for this rich and sexy Yank. Noah will have to pull out all the stops just to get her into his bed, but in the end, will the bedroom be the only place he wants her? Or will Tara worm her way into his heart…?

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK

Excerpt

“What did you mean to happen?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.

She blew out a breath. “I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were doing tonight, really. I never intended...” She swallowed. “Sorry.”

The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. “Why? Why are you sorry? You don't have to be.”

“Because...” She jerked her hips a little, reminding him—like he needed the reminder—of his hard-on.

Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging. Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his life and murmured, “There's always later.”

She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling down gently before murmuring, “Only I can bite your lip now,” he whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.

A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I've never come like that before. Not...not with...”

He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but instead, he told her, “You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.”

She blinked. “You knew?”

“I did.”

“How?”

Noah gritted his jaw. “When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.”

“T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that, but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.”

He sighed at her worried voice. “And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara. I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to know you do.”

“I want to feel it too.”

“And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.”

She flushed. “You talk about it so easily.”

“So do you, normally.” He tilted his head to the side. “You spoke about it before like it was nothing.”

“That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.”

He shrugged that off. “You should take that for what it is: a gift.”

“Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head,” she retorted, and he was pleased to hear his Tara coming back to him.

Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world to the ground.

“I think I deserve one.”

“I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.”

“I know something that's growing a few inches.”

“How disappointing,” she teased. “I was hoping for a bit more than a few.”

He growled at her. “I'll show you later.”

“Please do.” Laughter poured from her as she chuckled at his expense then climbed off his lap with a caution that made him groan and her bite her lip again. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he gritted out. “It will go down in a minute.”

He hoped so. Hell, it was only eleven AM. That was a hell of a lot of time to kill before he'd see her again tonight and hopefully, get inside the heat that had been calling him for months.

Tara stared at him a second, then whispered, “If I didn't have a busy morning, I would...”

When she broke off, he asked, “What? You'd what?”

Her jaw clenched, turning from that faint shade of rose to a tense white. “You know what I'd do.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Tell me,” he taunted, but he was taunting himself. He fisted the ends of the armrest, clenching down on them instead of doing what he wanted to: reach for her and drag her back onto his lap.

“I'd let you bend me over the desk to take me here and now.” Her words were a challenge. They were thrown down like the offer of a duel. And maybe it was that. They were both dominant, both used to dominating their environs. Neither one was eager to let their guards down, and Noah knew that when they finally did sleep together, it would create a connection, some intimacy that try though she might, she'd never be able to hide from.

He accepted the gauntlet she threw at his feet, and in a tone of voice that sounded like silk sliding over gravel, bit off, “That will have to be for another day, won't it?”

Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal and was burned by it.

Just as he did, she clenched her fists. “Is that a promise, Noah?”

“It is.”

“And do you keep your promises?”

“I do.”

Author Bio

Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?

Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!

Author Links

WEBSITE

FACEBOOK

TWITTER 

GOODREADS

NEWSLETTER

AMAZON

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**COVER REVEAL With Giveaway** Yanked by Serena Akeroyd

Title: Yanked

Series: the YANK effect #1

Author: Serena Akeroyd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

  Release Date: May 30, 2016

Blurb

Noah Lincoln's no ordinary tycoon.

Sure, he's rich, and yes, he can date the hottest models, and a helicopter? Yeah, he has one of those too. Move over, Grey. But, what he doesn't have, is Tara.

She of the curves, the brains, and the viper's tongue with a wicked British accent that gets him hotter than Hades in high summer.

Tara's not his usual type, and that's what's driving him nuts. Until he gets her out of his system, he knows she'll be that one itch he desperately needs to scratch.

The only problem?

She's his employee. Noah doesn't date employees. Or at least, he didn't.

For Tara, he'll make an exception, but will she appreciate being yanked out of her world and into his?

That's if he can convince her to date him at all. Because all things considered, she's not entirely head over heels for this rich and sexy Yank. Noah will have to pull out all the stops just to get her into his bed, but in the end, will the bedroom be the only place he wants her? Or will Tara worm her way into his heart…?

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AMAZON US / UK

Excerpt

“What did you mean to happen?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.

She blew out a breath. “I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were doing tonight, really. I never intended...” She swallowed. “Sorry.”

The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. “Why? Why are you sorry? You don't have to be.”

“Because...” She jerked her hips a little, reminding him—like he needed the reminder—of his hard-on.

Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging. Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his life and murmured, “There's always later.”

She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling down gently before murmuring, “Only I can bite your lip now,” he whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.

A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I've never come like that before. Not...not with...”

He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but instead, he told her, “You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.”

She blinked. “You knew?”

“I did.”

“How?”

Noah gritted his jaw. “When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.”

“T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that, but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.”

He sighed at her worried voice. “And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara. I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to know you do.”

“I want to feel it too.”

“And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.”

She flushed. “You talk about it so easily.”

“So do you, normally.” He tilted his head to the side. “You spoke about it before like it was nothing.”

“That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.”

He shrugged that off. “You should take that for what it is: a gift.”

“Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head,” she retorted, and he was pleased to hear his Tara coming back to him.

Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world to the ground.

“I think I deserve one.”

“I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.”

“I know something that's growing a few inches.”

“How disappointing,” she teased. “I was hoping for a bit more than a few.”

He growled at her. “I'll show you later.”

“Please do.” Laughter poured from her as she chuckled at his expense then climbed off his lap with a caution that made him groan and her bite her lip again. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he gritted out. “It will go down in a minute.”

He hoped so. Hell, it was only eleven AM. That was a hell of a lot of time to kill before he'd see her again tonight and hopefully, get inside the heat that had been calling him for months.

Tara stared at him a second, then whispered, “If I didn't have a busy morning, I would...”

When she broke off, he asked, “What? You'd what?”

Her jaw clenched, turning from that faint shade of rose to a tense white. “You know what I'd do.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Tell me,” he taunted, but he was taunting himself. He fisted the ends of the armrest, clenching down on them instead of doing what he wanted to: reach for her and drag her back onto his lap.

“I'd let you bend me over the desk to take me here and now.” Her words were a challenge. They were thrown down like the offer of a duel. And maybe it was that. They were both dominant, both used to dominating their environs. Neither one was eager to let their guards down, and Noah knew that when they finally did sleep together, it would create a connection, some intimacy that try though she might, she'd never be able to hide from.

He accepted the gauntlet she threw at his feet, and in a tone of voice that sounded like silk sliding over gravel, bit off, “That will have to be for another day, won't it?”

Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal and was burned by it.

Just as he did, she clenched her fists. “Is that a promise, Noah?”

“It is.”

“And do you keep your promises?”

“I do.”

Author Bio

Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?

Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!

Author Links

WEBSITE

FACEBOOK

TWITTER 

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