Dark Touch by Aimee L Salter Blog Tour


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By Aimee L. Salter

Young Adult, Dark Romance / Magical Realism

Tully isn’t alone in her skin. Whenever she touches someone, they feel everything she feels. All her ugliness. All her darkness. All her pain. The only thing she wants is to be left alone–and to finally get out of her small Oregon town.

But then she meets Chris. He’s everything she’s not: Light. Trusting. Innocent. And he wants Tully.

Tully knows she should spare him the heartache of being with her. But when he touches her, she’s not sure she’ll have the strength to push him away—until he learns about her dark past, and what really goes on in her ever decaying home.

From the author of Every Ugly Word comes a poignant, emotionally raw story about the violence that plays out behind closed doors and the all-consuming passion of first love


Aimee L Salter’s Dark Touch is simultaneously nothing I expected and everything I’d hoped it would be. Though it seemed to move at a slower than average pace, there is so much to love about this book! Tully, or Tulip – though she hates it, I LOVE the name, has issues and most of them don’t even stem from the strange ability to give her emotions to people she touches. Tully doesn’t live, she survives and that’s about it.

I expected this to fall firmly into the “paranormal romance” category, but I don’t think it does. It’s closer to a contemporary but the smallest touch of the paranormal. Honestly though, I would call it a journey. Yes, there’s a touch of paranormal and yes, there’s some wonderful romance and falling in love, but those things aren’t what Tully’s story is about. This novel is about her journey and finding her way. I don’t read a lot of books like it, but I loved it and I’m glad that love wasn’t Tully’s sole focus as that may have cheapened the story.

But for those of you who need a love story, no worries, this has one. There is so much that’s wonderful about Chris. He’s striking and pulls you in because he’s not like so many brooding, grumpy heroes that fill our bookshelves. He’s the nice guy. He doesn’t really raise his voice, or curse, and he certainly doesn’t play games. He’s impossible not to like.

It wasn’t anything I expected it to be, but I loved it. I’ll be recommending it to everyone!

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By Aimee L. Salter

Excerpt 1 – Opening Pages / What’s at stake

I think it’s because the first time Chris saw me, I wasn’t me. He saw someone who didn’t exist. And by the time he figured that out, he didn’t care anymore.

He should have cared.

He cares now.

In the half-light of my pitiful bulb, everything looks gray. Dust motes hang in the air. My narrow bed is unmade, sheets tangled. The quilt my mom stitched when I was two hangs half-way off the mattress, stretched toward the door like it too would flee this room if it could. The rest is bare—the drawers, the closet door, the walls. Even the clothes strewn across the chair and rug are plain and dirty.

Somehow it’s never bothered me before. But with Chris here it does.

His eyes are closed, his burnished lashes quivering because he’s screwed so tight. Everything’s shaking under the pressure. The muscles in his jaw twitch. His hand is white-knuckled. His shoulders . . . oh, Lord, help me, those shoulders that have lifted things I can’t carry and swept me along too . . . they’re hunched. Knotted. Pressed in on themselves. On him. There’s so much of him that I feel small, yet he’s the place where I can breathe.

At least, he was.

My insides are in freefall because I did this to him. I shouldn’t have that power over him. I shouldn’t have that power over anyone. But he gave it to me and refused to take it back.

“Chris?” I barely whisper, but he flinches like I screamed. “It wasn’t about—”

“Don’t.” It’s a hard syllable. A word bitten off. He doesn’t even open his eyes. “I swear, Tully, if you say one word . . .” His fist becomes a hammer.

I am ugly. I am black inside, rotting and putrid. I have told him this. Many times. But tonight, finally, he believes me. As he turns on his heel and stumbles out the door, I can’t even call after him. Because when he gave me the power to turn him inside out, I gave him mine. And even though I knew this day would come, knew he was wrong about me, somehow he gave me hope.

As I watch him stagger into the hallway and disappear, that hope begins its death throes. It doesn’t die quietly. It screams and curses and shoves at me. And for the first time ever, I am grateful for my life, for my father, and for this house.

Because if it’s taught me anything, it’s how to take a blow.

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My Own Worst Enemy- Guest Post

By Tully Harden (main character in Dark Touch, by Aimee L. Salter)

People think my story before Chris walked into my life was sad because I was hurt. A lot.

It’s true, I carry scars—both those you can see, and those you can’t. But the truly sad part of my past is that I spent years hurting myself. I was pissed off, and frightened, and so freaking tired I had given up and accepted what happened to me. So whenever hate rose like bile in my throat (which was most of the time), I turned it on myself.

I am my own worst enemy.

My self-destruction might look different to yours, but we’re driven by the same loathing. I hurt myself because I hated what I was. What I became. I turned the anger in, because until I met Chris, I didn’t think I deserved forgiveness. Hell, I didn’t even think forgiveness existed. I threw myself under the bus because when the pain came, it fit. It felt right.

Chris didn’t save me from that—he couldn’t. But he showed me my own truth. Let me see where I believed lies. Assured me my life could be different. I will never love anyone more than him because what he showed me set me free.

So now it’s my turn to speak up. If you remember nothing else I’ve said, remember this:

Whatever you’ve been through, wherever you’re coming from, you don’t have to hurt to earn a smile.

Love is out there. Joy is possible. And there’s no penance to pay when you find it.

I hope you’ll read my story and see how I discovered this. I know my story can give you hope. Just be aware: I know how hot my boyfriend is. If you so much as look at him sideways, I’m still capable of slapping your teeth out of your face.

Just sayin’.

About Aimee L. Salter:

Aimee L Salter - AuthorAimee L. Salter is the author of the gut-wrenching Every Ugly Word, a gripping and emotional story about the devastating consequences of bullying, and Dark Touch, an equally raw story about the violence that plays out behind closed doors and the all-consuming passion of first love.

Aimee lives in Southern Oregon with her husband and son where she writes made-up stories that tell the truth about life. She never stopped appreciating those moments in the dark when you say what you’re really thinking. And she’ll always ask you about the things you wish she wouldn’t.

She blogs for both writers and readers, and you can also find her on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook:


Website: www.aimeelsalter.com

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/AimeeLSalter

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AimeeLSalter

Twitter: www.twitter.com/AimeeLSalter




We Were Here – Daisy Prescott 

We Were Here by Daisy Prescott Review and Excerpt Blog Tour- Feb 23-26

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In the 90s …

texting involved paper and a pen …

… our selfies were Polaroids …

… our favorite music was on mix tapes.

Sex was dangerous, music was raw, and falling in love felt nostalgic.

We were friends and lovers.

We thought we knew everything.

We knew nothing.

We were here.

Set in the early 1990s, a time before the internet, social media, and smart phones, We Were Here is the prequel to Geoducks Are For Lovers. This book can be read as a standalone.

“This story has it all! Just like a mixed tape; we get a dose of steamy romance, angsty ballads and sweet love songs woven together in a compelling, heartwarming and sometimes heartwrenching journey of self-exploration.” Helena Hunting, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author


In “We Were Here,” Daisy Prescott takes us back to the early 90’s and man, oh man, it’s a fun ride! The chapter titles (all coined after 90’s songs) will have you singing along — and maybe even dancing along if you’re anything like me — for the entire novel… And for days to follow. Though it sometimes bordered on feeling a little forced, there are so many references to the early 90’s, you won’t be able to stop yourself from remenesing about a time when you listened to music on your walkman instead of cell phone.  Simply put, this was such a fun novel, which is perfect because it’s been a long time since I smiled or giggled so much while reading.

The story is told in seven chronological parts that each follow a different friend’s story. I haven’t ready a story that delves so fully into so many characters and I have to say, I really enjoyed the layout. Everyone had their chance to shine. Usually when reading, I fall in love with seecondary characters and find myself wishing for more of them. Prescott did just that. She took Ben, who was a very minor character in Maggie’s story, though still one that intrigued me, and gave him a part of his own — a story of his own.

There were a lot of things I really enjoyed about this book, but not everything. As I mentioned, sometimes the 90’s references were over done. Reference after reference after refereence started feeling less like a fun reminder of the decade Prescott took us back to and more like we were being whacked over the head with it. And while the characters were decent and relatable, they all felt a little like stereotypes, espeically Quinn.

Overall, it’s worth a read. We Were  Here is a fun novel that will have you putting a playlist together of all the songs as a sountrack to your life for the next couple of days.  


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We Were Here Tour Excerpts

Meet Maggie Teaser


Maggie, Freshmen year

After being quizzed about the Dewey Decimal system, and failing, I returned to my room in shame. At this rate, if I wanted to work on campus, I’d be washing dishes in the dining hall. Nothing could be grosser than the used food and unclean dishes of thousands of college students. I gagged at the thought as I opened our door.
Inside, Jennifer—my perfectly nice and perfectly normal roommate—was straddling a guy on my desk chair, making out.

She might have been trying to eat his face. I couldn’t really tell in the two seconds I stared at them before clamping my eyes shut. I know I spied her tongue. Outside of her mouth. All I could see of him were his dark hair, long legs, and brown Wallabee boots.

Panicked about interrupting something, and simultaneously feeling like a prude, I backed my way through the open door. After it quietly clicked close, I pressed my head against the cool metal.

I could go back to the library, except I left there ten minutes ago. The dorm lounge was an option, but this time of day meant it would be filled with some random club. I couldn’t remember if Thursday’s meeting was German Lovers or Save the Geoducks—our school mascot. Neither appealed to me.

I stared harder at the painted metal, wishing the make-out session on the other side would end sooner rather than later.

“Are you locked out?” The blond guy from down the hall rested his head on the bulletin board next to my room.

“Or are you praying?”

Pressing my cheek on the door, I twisted to see him more clearly.

“It’s okay if you are. Pray if you’ve got to.”

“I’m not. Just thinking.”

A loud moan sounded from inside the room. “Oh, oh, oh God.”

“Sounds like someone in there is praying.” His lips curled into a smile. “You might want to step away, lest someone think you’re a pervert for eavesdropping.”

I jumped away from the door. “I wasn’t listening!”

Chuckling, he held up his hands in defense. “Not judging you. Praying and voyeurism both have their places, usually in Madonna videos.”

Another not so soft groan carried from my room. I took a step farther away. My favorite black on black Swatch showed the time as four o’clock. Too early to go to dinner. Looks like I’ll be going to the lounge after all.

“You want to come hang out in my room until they finish whatever they’re doing in there?” His offer sounded genuine and his smile was more than friendly. He gestured over his shoulder to the open door across the hall and down a few rooms. “I can promise you my roommate isn’t in there making out with anyone. We should be safe.”

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Selah, Freshman Year

“Miss Elmore.”

Great. Despite most definitely being outside of class and off campus, he’d reverted to formal names.

“Mr. Vincent.”

“I’m surprised to see you here.” He ignored introductions to his friend.

“I could say the same. I didn’t realize you lived in Olympia.”

“I don’t.”

Geez, this conversation couldn’t be more boring. Maybe his companion was friendly. I stuck out my hand. “Hi, I’m Selah, one of Mr. Vincent’s students at Evergreen.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Kevin.” If someone could be described as beige, he was that person. Nothing remarkable about him except how unremarkable he looked. “Are you taking Jason’s sex class?”

Thankfully, I remained composed enough not to swallow my tongue. “Is that how he’s describing it? Professor?” I held my gaze steady on Jason’s face. I swore I saw his cheeks color with pink.

“Kevin.” His voice lowered, stern and threatening.

Kevin’s grin told me he enjoyed teasing Jason. They must have been old friends. “Fine, are you in Professor Vincent’s biology class?”

“I am. I’m hoping for an A.”

Kevin’s clever eyes swept over me. “What year are you?”


Jason groaned while Kevin nodded and asked, “Tell me, Selah, has anyone ever called you Lolita before?”

Now my own cheeks heated. My skirt suddenly felt too short—the gap between it and my boots exposing a lot of fishnet covered skin. Or it could have been my short pigtails. I realized all I needed was a lollipop.

“Can’t say it’s happened before, Kevin.”

Clearly, Kevin knew my game. Or maybe Jason’s. I’d never thought he could be the type to seduce his students. As far as I knew, this class was his first teaching job.

“How did you get in here?” Jason changed the subject. “Fake ID?”

Busted. “No one carded us.”

“Doesn’t make you legal.”

“Are you going to call the police? Have us arrested and handcuffed?” It might have been the vodka, but I decided to be bold and push him. “Are you into handcuffs, Professor?”

Jason choked on his beer, coughing to clear his throat.

After making sure his friend wasn’t dying, Kevin laughed. “This is more entertaining than I imagined a college dive bar could be.”

I focused my attention on the non-choking friend. “What brings you to Olympia, Kevin?”

“I’m in politics.”

Jason found his voice again. “He’s an assistant to an assistant to a state senator.”

“Then you know all about impropriety.” I gave him a sweet smile.

“It’s been a political tradition since the Founding Fathers.” Kevin raised his glass. “I like you. Care to join us?”

Jason set his beer on the table. “I can’t be seen drinking with students. Kevin, shut up.” He pointed at me. “You return to your booth and your friends, and we’ll pretend we never ran into each other.”

“Yes, sir.” I saluted him. “Can I ask one question first?”

“If he doesn’t answer, I will.” Kevin gave me a wicked grin like a wolf in beige clothing.

About Daisy Prescott:

31ve3dUPvQL._UX250_USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies with heart.
Her Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways. Her Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall.
Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband and an imaginary house goat. When not writing about herself in the third person, Daisy can be found traveling, gardening, baking, or lost in a good book.
To learn more about Daisy and her writing, sign up for her mailing list here (copy and paste this link): eepurl.com/xhXb5. Send her an email at: daisyauthor@gmail.com Or chat with her on Twitter (@daisy_prescott) and Facebook: /daisyprescottauthorpage, and follow her on Instagram: /daisyprescott


The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer



Mara Dyer believes life can’t get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.
It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her strangely unharmed.
There is.

She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love.
She’s wrong.



Browsing through the aisles of Books A Million on a Sunday evening when my infant just wouldn’t sleep, I came across this book. The cover caught my attention right away – and how could it not?! It’s beautiful and mysterious and downright impossible to pass up. The official blurb doesn’t give much away and rightly so, this book, I believe, is best to go into without any preconceptions, so I’ll keep this spoiler-free. I read the first few pages in store and was sold! If they would have let me, I might have stood there in the middle of an aisle all night flipping through the book. Alas, that kind of behavior is frowned upon, so I closed it, grabbed the sequels and headed to the register.
Now let me say that I almost never buy more than one book in a series right off the bat. But the first two chapters of this had me sold on Hodkin’s ability to weave a tale worth reading.

I realize I’m a little late to the Mara Dyer game, but if you haven’t read the start to this amazing series by Michelle Hodkin, you are missing out! The novel had me turning page after page unable to put it down, too curious to know what happens next. Hodkin introduces readers to Mara’s world and keeps us guessing from start to finish.

Mara is a girl who goes through a tragic event that’s left her with a PTSD diagnosis, an overbearing mother, and the need for a change in scenery. But it isn’t enough, Mara starts experiencing weird things (excuse my lack of poetry there, but there isn’t a better way to describe it without the possibility of spoilers) that has her questioning her very sanity. Seemingly the only thing that grounds her, offers her reprieve from the living nightmare is Noah Shaw, who’s mysterious and strange in his own right.

The twists and turns will leave you guessing and unable to put the book down until you’ve finished every last of the 450 pages.

I got this one on sale at Books A Million (as well as it’s sequels-buy two get one free baby!) and have only just managed to tear myself away from the series long enough to write this review.


Happy Release Day Scarlett Dawn!!!

I am so freaking excited to be able to announce that Scarlett Dawn’s fifth installment to the amazing, thrilling, sexy Forever Evermore series, Chosen Fool is here!!!
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I was lucky enough to be given and eARC of this amazing story in exchange for an honest review, and let me tell you, you do not want to miss this one! 

P.S. Keep reading after the review for a hella awesome giveaway!!


Official Blurb:

The second saga in the bestselling, Forever Evermore series continues with Chosen Fool, where deception runs deep and Caro’s transitioning life turns even more deadly…

Caroline Jules has received news of a lifetime. She’s going to be Queen to ‘her’ people. Instead of running, as any sane criminal would, she faces the mêlée with all the wits and savvy that her difficult life has honed. With her best friend, Sin, at her side, Caro pushes past the animosity her power inevitably brings, and prepares to rewrite her future.

Until the night Sin leaves, and she is alone.

Now, Caro must face the Royal world and all its intrigues and intricacies by herself. People aren’t always as they appear—and danger lurks behind even the most pleasant face. When a threat not even the Elders can handle puts her new tribe in danger, Caro takes matters into her own hands. Armed with the power of the mysterious spirit Elementals, Caro’s determined to eliminate the evil ransacking the Mysticals. All she needs is time.

But time waits for no fool…and time isn’t as straightforward as it seems.


Scarlett Dawn has left me completely and utterly speechless.
Chosen Fool may be, and I don’t say this lightly, her best yet!


Chosen Fool, the follow-up to Chosen Thief, is flirtatious and funny, sexy and suspenseful, and full of twists and turns that I never imagined. Real-talk, in Chosen Thief, I loved the story, I loved Sin and catching up with my old favorites, but I never connected with Caro like I did with Lily in first Forever Evermore Saga. I just didn’t fall for her the same, until now.
Chosen Fool revealed a completely different side of Caro that made her more relatable and sympathetic to me. I originally just kind of accepted that I won’t always love the heroine of a series, but I’m totally (and quite happily) eating my words now because I like her so much. We got to see more depth and emotion and humor and badassery. Caro is a cool chick– scratch that, she’s just cool in general. Like you can’t really decide if you want to be friends with her or if you’re totally intimidated by her… but it’s probably a mix of both. Caro’s not the only one that seriously grew on me throughout Chosen Fool. All the prodigies did. I didn’t feel like we got to know them very well in Chosen Thief, but now we did and they’re great and unique and so different from their predecessors — I just love it!
I can’t get over it, how much I loved this book is difficult to put into words and I certainly can’t explain all the why’s without some major spoilerage happening, so I won’t try. Just know that it’s awesome and to expect anything.
In short, Scarlett Dawn has taken what often seems like a very formulaic genre and broken the mold in the best way possible. You will not be disappointed, except maybe for the fact that you have to wait for more! giphy

That cliffhanger is killer… but oh, so worth it.

About The Author:


New York Times bestselling author and award-winner, Scarlett Dawn is the author of the Forever Evermore new adult fantasy series, the Mark new adult science fiction saga, and the Lion Security contemporary series.

She lives in the Midwest, adores her music loud, and demands her fries covered in melted cheese.


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Because Scarlett Dawn is totally freaking awesome, she’s also a part of an amazing giveaway taking place! And I mean, seriously awesome!! Here’s the info and how to enter!