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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ACADEMY OF LITTLES by Allison West

ACADEMY OF LITTLES Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ACADEMY OF LITTLES, a collection of three adult historical romances, by Allison West. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ACADEMY OF LITTLES by Allison West

ACADEMY OF LITTLES by Allison West

About the Book – Read for free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
ACADEMY OF LITTLES
Author: Allison West
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Release Date: September 18, 2019
Genre: Adult Historical Romance
Links: GoodreadsAmazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
He demands you enroll in the Academy of Littles. You have no other choice. He takes what’s his.  You.

You hold on to your most prized possession. Your virtue. What happens when you give yourself over and learn to submit completely?

Three women. Three Papas. Three scandalous stories of love, passion, and learning to obey. Not for the faint of heart.

Publisher’s Note: This is a collection of three steamy, dark romance tales – Enrolling Little Etta, The Nanny, and Little Secrets – which contain power exchange and scenes which may trigger some readers.

 

 

 

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Excerpt #1
“Tell me, when was the last time you felt the innocence of being a child: carefree and without worry?” he asked gently. 

Sighing and allowing her shoulders to collapse in a slump, she answered. “I do not remember ever being carefree and without worry, Mr. Hartley. I do not have the luxury in life to do so.” 

“Do you not wish sometimes that you could be like a child? Have no worries, no concerns of misfortune, and no hard decisions to make. Have you ever wished to have someone take care of you, fully take care of your every need? Have you ever wanted to be tucked in at night, kissed on the forehead and told to have sweet dreams, and you would, because someone who loves you very much has already chased the bad dreams away?”

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Author Allison West

Author Allison West

About the Author
Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog “Spanking Author.” http://spankingauthor.com

 

 

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Where to Find Allison West
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Release Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BAYSIDE ROMANCE (Bayside Summers) by Melissa Foster

BAYSIDE ROMANCE Release Blitz

Welcome to the release blitz for BAYSIDE ROMANCE, the fifth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Bayside Summers, part of the Love in Bloom series, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Melissa Foster. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BAYSIDE ROMANCE (Bayside Summers #5) by Melissa Foster

BAYSIDE ROMANCE (Bayside Summers #5) by Melissa Foster

About the Book
Title: BAYSIDE ROMANCE
Series: Bayside Summers #5
Author: Melissa Foster
Publisher: World Literary Press
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 20, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
Fall in love at Bayside, where sandy beaches, good friends, and true love come together in the sweet small towns of Cape Cod. Bayside Summers is a series of standalone steamy romance novels featuring alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They’re fun, flirty, flawed, deeply emotional, always passionate, and easy to relate to.

Gavin is about to find out that Harper really does exist-and she’s going to knock his socks off! Find out for yourself in Bayside Romance!

When screenwriter Harper Garner got a shot at the big-time in LA, she celebrated her brave cross-country move with her first and only one-night stand—connecting so deeply with the sexy, brilliant man, she broke the number-one rule of one-night stands and left her phone number. Not hearing from him was only the first in a long line of hope-shattering, confidence-busting blows. Ten months later, Harper is done with men and done with LA. She pulls up her big-girl panties and heads home to Cape Cod to start over.

On the surface, interior designer Gavin Wheeler has it all: a successful business, a loving family, and a close-knit group of friends. But Gavin once endured a heartbreak so painful, he was sure he’d never feel anything for a woman again. A chance encounter at a music festival with a gorgeous, down-to-earth blonde proved him wrong, but when morning came, the woman who made him crave more was gone.

A serendipitous evening reunites Harper with her devastatingly delicious one-night stand, and the connection is just as intense as she remembered. Harper’s life is too unsettled for a relationship, but Gavin is determined to help her find her way, especially if it leads straight to his heart. Moonlight conversations lead to steamy kisses, and as romance blooms, it stirs a love too real to deny. But when Gavin’s past collides with the life they’re building, it has the power to ruin everything.

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Excerpt
She was having such a good time, it was hard to remember why she hadn’t wanted to accept his offer for a date in the first place. “I have to unpack the rest of my things and get organized this weekend or I’m going to lose my mind. I have a meeting with my boss at the newspaper on Monday and some other things to take care of Tuesday and Wednesday. But I’d really like to fit it in at some point.”

“Then we’ll find the time.” He reached over and felt her line. “Good job, Harp. Reel it in all the way. You’ve got this.”

She did as he said, squealing with delight as a big flapping fish broke the surface. “I did it! I got one! What do I do now?”

He grabbed the line and said, “I think you mean what do I do, unless you want to get the hook out of its mouth?”

“Ew!”

“I’ve got it. But first…” He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of her holding the line with the fish dangling from it. He put his phone in the tackle box. As he removed the hook he said, “It’s a small-mouthed bass, about sixteen inches. Nice job, Harp.”

“It was your fish. I just reeled it in.”

“You reeled it in all right…”

He held her gaze, and her pulse sprinted at the innuendo in his eyes. Maybe he was right and she was giving too much weight to the combination of the bad dates and the show being canceled. Maybe she should trust her instincts.

Lord knew she wanted to.

They continued fishing and talking, and after catching two more, Gavin said, “Ready to go clean the fish and cook them for dinner?”

“Sure. This has been so much fun. Thank you for not letting me hide away in my cottage.”

“If I have it my way,” he said as they reeled in their lines, “you’ll never want to hide away again.”

He looked casual with a pole in his hand and the breeze lifting his hair. But his gaze wasn’t casual at all, the way it bored into her soul, imploring her to hear the meaningful words he said.

Her pole bent, snapping her from her Gavin-induced trance. “I’ve got one!” The front of her rod bent so far over she was afraid it would snap. She stood up to get a better grip and said, “I need help. Take it. It’s really strong.”

“Not a chance, sweetheart. This is your big catch. You’ve got it.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said, leaning back as she reeled it in.

“Trust yourself. That’s the theme of tonight, right?”

She looked at him at the same moment her line pitched forward. She lost her footing and screamed as she tumbled over the edge of the boat and into the frigid, black water. She couldn’t see a thing as she swam toward what she hoped was the surface, clinging to the rod with one hand. She felt a whoosh beside her and struggled to hold the air in her lungs as an arm circled her belly, dragging her in the opposite direction.

She broke the surface and gulped for air.

“I’ve got you, Harp,” Gavin panted out. He had one arm belted around her middle, using his legs and his other arm to tread water. “It’s okay. You’re okay, babe. I’ve got you.”

She was clinging to him with one arm around his neck and her legs around his waist and realized she was crying. For some reason that made her laugh, which made him laugh.

“You okay?” he said.

“Yes. Scared, embarrassed, but…” She lifted the rod from the water, proud to have never let go, and they both laughed.

“My little fisherwoman.” He tossed the fishing rod into the boat with one hand, still holding onto her.

His eyes found hers again, and she became aware of his muscles moving hard and insistent to keep them both afloat, the seriousness of his gaze, the feel of his strong hand on her skin, and the romantic moonlight raining down on them.

“How can you doubt yourself about anything, Harper? Those guys don’t know what they missed by screwing you over. If you were mine, I’d never make that mistake.”

She didn’t think, didn’t hesitate, as she crushed her lips to his warm, soft mouth. Even with his legs pumping and water splashing their faces, kissing Gavin was just as sensual and thrilling as she remembered. He held her tighter, deepening the kiss as they bobbed in the water, andsweet Lord, how she’d missed him.

When their lips parted, her head was spinning. “Sorry. No. I’m not sorry. I liked it. But—”

His deep laughter stopped her ramblings.

“You trusted your instincts, Harp. That’s a good thing.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “But my life is still a mess. I can’t be with you like that until I have my own head on straight. I like you, Gavin. I really like you, and I don’t want to mess this up, but I’m sure to if my life is in a state of chaos.”

“I get it. You’re not ready. We’ll chalk that kiss up to how irresistible I am. But just so you know, you can trust your instincts with me anytime you’d like.”

God, he was so cocky and cute, she wanted to kiss him again!

“Come on, you’re shivering. Let’s get back to my place and warm you up.” He helped her into the boat, and as he climbed in after her, he said, “Who knows, you might have other instincts you want to follow.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering despite the way her insides were still vibrating from that incredible kiss.

His eyes flamed, and he said, “I’m always available. Lips, hands, and other body parts, too…”

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Bayside Series

Get Caught up on the Series:

Book 1: BAYSIDE DESIRES
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Book 2: BAYSIDE PASSIONS
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Book 3: BAYSIDE HEAT
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Book 4: BAYSIDE ESCAPE
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Book 5: BAYSIDE ROMANCE
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Author Melissa Foster

Author Melissa Foster

About the Author
Melissa writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance and women’s fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Readers adore Melissa’s fun, flirty, and sinfully sexy, award-winning big-family romance collection, LOVE IN BLOOM featuring the Snow Sisters, Bradens, Remingtons, Ryders, Seaside Summer, Harborside Nights, Wild Boys and Bad Boys After Dark, and the Montgomerys. Melissa’s emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented– perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about loyal, wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines with complex and relatable issues.

Melissa also writes sweet and clean romance under the pen name Addison Cole.

Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.

Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on social media or her personal website.

Where to Find Melissa Foster
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – RELATIVELY HAPPY (Relativity) by Whitney Dineen

RELATIVELY HAPPY Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for RELATIVELY HAPPY, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Relativity, by Whitney Dineen. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RELATIVELY HAPPY (Relativity #3) by Whitney Dineen

RELATIVELY HAPPY (Relativity #3) by Whitney Dineen

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
RELATIVELY HAPPY
Series: Relativity #3
Author: Whitney Dineen
Release Date: September 18, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU 

Synopsis
Sarah Hastings’ life is chaotic. Between running her organic farm, her yurt-style holistic B&B, and her vegan café Eat Me!, she barely has time for an aura cleanse. What’s more, her spirit guide just announced the universe is sending her a man.

Suddenly, a sexy pro-football player, a hipster photojournalist, and fellow organic farmer practically fall from the sky onto her doorstep. But which one is her cosmic soulmate?

While Sarah meditates on the answer, her parents show up unexpectedly throwing the mother of all monkey wrenches into her carefully laid plans.

With only morning yoga and her erotic book club to keep her sane, no wonder she’s chucked her vegan diet in search of bacon. Will the stars of love align, or will the universe let her down in the biggest way possible?

Relatively Happy is a laugh-out-loud, cry-your-heart-out tale that will have you believing in the beauty of life’s journey.

 

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Excerpt #3
Rix mostly disappears for the next few days. When we do see him, it’s only in passing. Nan told me he’s been eating his meals in town, probably devouring all kinds of hideously toxic food. The more I think about his duplicity, the madder I get. Imagine him staying here while simultaneously setting into motion a plan that will ruin my life. 

This morning when I walked by his car, I was overcome by the urge to slash his tires. The only thing that saved him was that Tony was with me and I wasn’t in possession of a sharp enough object to do the job properly. Although I’m pretty sure I could have gnawed my way through them if I’d been alone. 

Tony has been shadowing me and learning everything there is to know about my farm. We’ve had some amazing conversations about Native American art, the healing properties of cilantro, and the best time of year to experience Machu Picchu. He’s interested in a lot of the same things I am, and it’s made the time we’ve spent together fly by. It’s also making me more and more convinced of how compatible we are.

So far, he’s had a sweat lodge and a mud roll. He’s currently enjoying a hot stone meditation. He’s on the slate pad that I’ve heated with boiling water. Before having him lie down on it, I misted the stone with a combination of lavender and tea tree oils, then I placed Moldavite crystals on his chakras to raise the energy in his body. 

I believe I’ve previously mentioned Tony’s attractiveness, but let me say, without his shirt on, he looks like a gladiator—all golden and chiseled and buff. I stared at him for a solid ten minutes after he closed his eyes to start his meditation. Tingles shot through me, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end. After returning to the cafe yurt, I may have needed two tall glasses of mint water to cool off afterward. 

I’m kneading bread dough and trying to remember every contour of his smokin’ hot bod when Emily pops in. “Nan and Dorcas are here. They want to chat.” Her aura is bright yellow, which is the color for happy. Emily is positively thriving on her vegan diet.

“They want to chat with you or me?” I have so much to do today I don’t really have time to sit and talk.

“They asked me to get you,” she answers.

I slam the dough down on the counter a few more times before covering with a cloth while I ask, “Do you have any idea what they want to talk about?”

She smiles. “I do.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“I’m not.” 

“For heaven’s sake, what’s up with all the secretiveness?”

“They asked me to get you and not say anything about why they’re here.”

I have no idea in this world what they could want. When we head out to the porch, I realize they aren’t alone. Ethan is sitting on a rocking chair next to a very good-looking man about my age. 

The stranger has wavy blond hair and strikingly blue eyes. When he stands, he positively towers over me. He’s built like a linebacker. He steps forward and reaches out his hand, “Hi there, I’m John Abernathy.”

Abernathy? John, Johnny … it’s all coming together, “Dorcas’s grandson?”

“That’s me.” He beams like he’s got halogen headlights illuminating his teeth. 

I turn to the minister’s wife. “You didn’t mention your grandson was visiting.”

Dorcas looks moderately contrite. “I told you about him the other day.”

That she did. What she didn’t mention is that he’s one fine looking bacon farmer. I turn to John and ask, “Are you in town for long?”

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: RELATIVELY NORMAL
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Book 1: RELATIVELY SANE
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Author W.B. Dineen

Author W.B. Dineen

About the Author
Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order. Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.  She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.
Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.
Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.
Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.
Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017
Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017

 

.Where to Find W.B. Dineen
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for DRIVING ME WILD, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Mia Carter. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

About the Book
Title: DRIVING ME WILD
Author: Mia Carter
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Entangled Publishing

Synopsis
I never in a million years thought that finding a lost pair of keys would lead to adventure.

All my life, I’ve been perfectly average. Compared to the rest of my high-achieving, type-A family, it feels impossible to stand out. While I’d love to make my big artistic dreams happen, I’m kind of stuck, thanks to a bunch of lame things like “affordable rent” and “keeping the internet on.” Dreaming doesn’t pay the bills. Freelance design work and part-time rideshare driving does. And it’s nice, for the most part. Finding a passenger’s thumb drive usually means reporting, returning, yay-hurrah-good-job-me. Except this time.

This time, I put the thumb drive in my computer. Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful! Suddenly a chat window pops up and the owner of the drive is bribing me to fly halfway across the world. Today. Turns out he’s the super hot fare I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…who just so happens to be Logan Weiss—the crazy-hot 29-year-old billionaire known as “the most eligible bachelor in tech”. What the hell am I even doing?

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Getting ready for dinner is a torture all unto itself. The closest thing to a nice dress that I’ve brought with me is a very cheap, very old black wrap dress. I think I might have bought it while I was a freshman in college, and

it’s been my stalwart, one-size-fits-me-for-now companion since graduation. I tug it on, straightening out the sleeves, then scrunching them to just below my elbows, frowning at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is brushed, I’m less sunburned than I’d feared, and…

And the red lipstick makes me look like an idiot.

With a few squares of toilet paper, I wipe it off. 

Cinderella transformation sequence, this isn’t. It’s just me. I fiddle with the neckline of the dress and consider, for a moment, what kind of women someone like Logan Weiss would date. Who would be in his league? Tall, I think. Elegant. Confident. Someone so womanly and refined they’re basically some other type of creature. Like Arwen, condescending to walk among mere mortal men. The kind of person who is soft and gentle, not brash and exuberant and messy like me.

Logan, I decide, would date a woman who wears lipstick. Perfect lipstick, blood-red and elegant. She’d never get it on her teeth.

He’d surely be drawn to the kind of woman who owned more of those shoes with the red soles than she could keep track of. Oh, these old things? I think to myself, simpering in the mirror. Louboutins are just murder on the feet, but oh, the price of fashion is high! Of course I only take my third-favorite pair in my luggage.

Looking down at my own sensible flats, which have no red soles, probably cost me no more than ten bucks at a Payless BOGO event, and do not raise me above my God-given five-foot-six, I sigh.

I can’t even walk in heels like that, let alone afford them. If I had a pair, I’d probably either sell them for rent or just plant some fucking succulents in them and put them by the window.

Inside my purse, I find my plain lip balm. I slick it on over my now red-free lips.

There. That’s my best, for what it’s worth. Just me.

It may not be worth much, but it’s all I have to offer. And this is just his way of saying thank you. Nothing more.

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About the Author
Mia Carter lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and spends her days enjoying nature, dreaming of the next travel adventure, knitting up unraveled plot threads, and playing way too many video games. 

Where to Find Mia Carter
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – CHASING FIREFLIES by Claudia Burgoa

CHASING FIREFLIES Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for CHASING FIREFLIES, a stand alone adult contemporary romance, by USA Today bestselling author, Claudia Burgoa. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CHASING FIREFLIES by Claudia Burgoa

CHASING FIREFLIES by Claudia Burgoa

About the Book – FREE for a Limited Time
Title:
CHASING FIREFLIES
Author: Claudia Burgoa
Release Date: September 9, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: GoodreadsAmazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
USA Today Bestselling author Claudia Burgoa brings you an emotional and inspirational story that will tug on your heartstrings. 

The first time I met Oliver Tanner he was five years old.  I was four. That day he was entrusted to my keep. He was as large and loud as a church mouse. That day I taught him how fireflies were magic with the persistence of a person. That’s what I loved about them.  No matter how far they strayed, they remembered where they came from and who their family was.

After high school, he joined the army and left Knox Ridge.

Years later, the town had changed. My dreams were shattered.  We had nothing left. I had forgotten all about the magic of the fireflies. Until he came back to town.

Everything about him was comforting.  He brought some light to my darkness, but I knew the light could only last for so long. Fireflies only stay for the summer.

He had outgrown our small town.  It was time for me to stop chasing fireflies.

Don’t miss out on this stunning, second-chance friends to lovers romance. 

This full-length novel was originally published in the Cards of Love collection as a novella. It has been revised with additional scenes.

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Kit Kat,

Death isn’t kind. It just takes people away. It doesn’t care who you are, what you’ve done, or who will miss you when you’re gone. It just rips people apart.

Today, I almost left. I don’t fear death. I fear leaving you behind. I fear not telling you how I feel about you. How I have felt all these years. You’re the only thing I think about when we’re out scouting. You’re the one thing that gets me to sleep at night. You’re the most important person in my life, and the worst part about being out here is knowing that I might never see you again.

I’m not exactly sure when I fell for you. But I know I have feelings, and they burn stronger every day. Your letters are what keep me alive in this sea of bullets, blood, and sand.

Mine isn’t a fairytale. Maybe a morose story with a bittersweet ending. Though I pray that someday I can see your beautiful face again. Some days that feels like an impossible fever dream.

I wish I were home with you right now, or that I was brave enough to send you this letter.

Always Yours,

Oliver

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Author Claudia Burgoa

Author Claudia Burgoa

About the Author
Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Colorado, working for a small IT. She has three children and manages a chaotic household of two confused dogs, and a wonderful husband who shares her love of all things geek. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

 

 

 

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Where to Find Claudia Burgoa
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – PRIMAL INSTINCT (Prowlers) by Ally Parker

PRIMAL INSTINCT Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for PRIMAL INSTINCT, the first book in the adult paranormal romance series, Prowlers, by Ally Parker. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

PRIMAL INSTINCT (Prowlers #1) by Ally Parker

PRIMAL INSTINCT (Prowlers #1) by Ally Parker

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: PRIMAL INSTINCT
Series: Prowlers #1
Author: Ally Parker
Release Date: September 16, 2019
Genre:
 Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Freedom has been a pleasure denied to Mackenzie for the last five years. Forced to do the bidding of a crazed man to keep both her sister and her self alive, she is sent on a mission to infiltrate a group of people. Payment; their release. The only problem, no one mentioned they weren’t human. Or, that she would be drawn to a certain sexy, addictive male.

Which will she decide, her heart? Or her freedom?

In a world filled with despair, Jaxx’s only chance to save his humanity is tethered to a woman he hasn’t met. Finding her in an underground facility with his kidnapped protégé, was the last place he thought to find his savior. In a web of corruption, he will have to find the truth and convince his mate, she is his.

Before it’s too late.

 

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Excerpt #1
Jaxx coiled a hand around Kenzie’s arm, and escorted her toward the cells, his gut clenching tighter with ever step. Once they had returned to the compound Flynn had graciously delivered some jeans, and secured the vehicle out of sight. Seb struggled leading Kali though the tunnels. Seeing Kali was akin to seeing a ghost. He’d been haunted about abandoning the she-wolf every damn day since he’d escaped the Outlaw pack. Sure he’d tried finding her over the decades, but by the time he’d heard whispers of the Outlaw’s damage, they were long gone. 

His chest rattled, a growl lodged deep inside. Like he had every other minute, his gaze sought out his mate. How could his mate betray him, betray Shadow Moon? Damn his chest tightened, and he reached up and palmed it. The only thing keeping him together was feeling Kenzie’s skin under his hand. His beast ripped its claws on his insides trying to finish the mating with his female. Betrayal or not — the wolf didn’t care. No matter how pissed he was finding she had fled, putting herself in direct danger, risking not only her life, but his—he still needed her. 

“Are we good?” Seb’s eyed him under pinched brows.

It took Jaxx a second to realize he was growling. He fought for control, and clamped down on his wolf, and grunted. Maybe he should lock himself up? Stupid animal couldn’t understand why he wasn’t luring his female to complete the mating. Kenzie’s skin was soft beneath his hand and she smelled like hope. He yanked her closer, needing more of her against him. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t look at him. Why wouldn’t she meet his gaze? Why hadn’t she begged for forgiveness? A dark accent cut across his glyph. The new marking a stark reminder he was on borrowed time. 

They approached the cells. Quinn was absent—probably questioning Ryker’s male. Seb opened the cell Kenzie slept in the night before, and maneuvered Kali into the room. Seb grabbed the silver collar, the heavy retractable chain rattled against the wall. 

Freezing in place, Kali paled, her gaze shooting around the room and landing on him. “Please, Jaxx. Don’t do this. The Outlaws, they’re after me. I didn’t have a choice.” 

Jaxx ground his teeth. Damn it. He swallowed down the empathy tugging at his insides. Kali was working for Delmac. Delmac were not only inhumane, but a risk to their kind. Kenzie’s fear stung his nostrils. She backed into him. “Jaxx. Wha… what are you doing?”

“Securing a threat.” His jaw pulsed. Even if he wanted to, there was nothing he could do for Kali. Faster than Jaxx had seen him move before, Seb lunged forward and locked the metal collar around Kali’s throat. 

“Save it for someone who cares,” Seb spat, and tugged on the chain, testing the metals strength. 

Kali laughed. The sound broken. 

Damn, he felt just as evil as his father. Did Kali have anyone who cared? Things had been tough when he’d been with the Outlaws. His father was a ruthless, sadistic, bastard that abused his position of alpha, and took special pleasure in playing with the she-wolf. He hesitated. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Vanilla teased his senses and he glanced down to Kenzie, her eyes wide, filled with terror. He would do anything to help his mate. 

Even this.

“Crazy bitch,” Seb muttered.

Kenzie tensed in his grasp. “Why are you doing this?” 

He pushed her against the wall. She didn’t need to worry about Kali. Kenzie had her own trouble to deal with. Fire scorched his skin, and another mark fan across his shoulder. The guilt eased in his chest. Justice would be served. 

“We do what has to be done.” It was as simple as that. 

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Author Ally Parker

Author Ally Parker

About the Author
Paranormal romance author, Ally Parker brings you dark, dangerous, and deadly tortured heroes and the women strong enough to save them. Her action packed writing will keep you turning the page until the very end.

When not writing her heart pumping paranormal romance, Ally is a nurse by day and a mother twenty four seven. If she’s not working on her next book, you’ll find her practicing archery (in case of a zombie apocalypse), chasing her kids or storms to capture amazing lightning shots. In her down time, she normally is reading a vampire or shifter book, hanging out with her family or feeding her social media addiction.

Smoldering hot shifters – Gotcha covered.
Tortured heroes – Gotcha covered.
More attraction you can poke a stick at – Gotcha covered.
Happily ever after – Guaranteed!

Where to Find Ally Parker
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Release Day – Excerpt + Giveaway – DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD Release Day

Today is release day for DRIVING ME WILD, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Mia Carter. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

About the Book
Title: DRIVING ME WILD
Author: Mia Carter
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Entangled Publishing

Synopsis
I never in a million years thought that finding a lost pair of keys would lead to adventure.

All my life, I’ve been perfectly average. Compared to the rest of my high-achieving, type-A family, it feels impossible to stand out. While I’d love to make my big artistic dreams happen, I’m kind of stuck, thanks to a bunch of lame things like “affordable rent” and “keeping the internet on.” Dreaming doesn’t pay the bills. Freelance design work and part-time rideshare driving does. And it’s nice, for the most part. Finding a passenger’s thumb drive usually means reporting, returning, yay-hurrah-good-job-me. Except this time.

This time, I put the thumb drive in my computer. Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful! Suddenly a chat window pops up and the owner of the drive is bribing me to fly halfway across the world. Today. Turns out he’s the super hot fare I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…who just so happens to be Logan Weiss—the crazy-hot 29-year-old billionaire known as “the most eligible bachelor in tech”. What the hell am I even doing?

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My coffee is finally cool enough to drink, and so I pick it up with the little folded paper handles and take a sip.

“Oh, I forgot to ask, did you want cream or sugar?”

I shake my head, swallowing the bitter brew and setting my cup down carefully on the oilcloth. “No, I really do like it black. But thank you.”

Logan gives me a curious, almost amused look.

“What?” I smile. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who likes those sugar bomb blended drinks that barely pass for coffee?”

“They’re good,” he mutters. “And I don’t have them that often.

I laugh out loud. “Unbelievable. You realize this knowledge is far more lucrative than any corporate secrets, right? Just think of what they’d do if your whole ‘Darth CEO’ vibe was tarnished by the presence of an extra-pump white-chocolate mocha.”

Logan looks up and glares at me, playful, from across the table. “‘Darth CEO?’”

“You know, your whole…” I gesture vaguely at him.

“Intense thing. You’re intimidating.”

His smile falters a little. “You think I’m intimidating?”

“Well I don’t, obviously,” I say, hastily correcting my earlier flippant comment. “I think you’re… People see you one way is all I’m saying. It happens to all of us.”

“So how do people see you, then?” he asks.

I laugh, but it’s a little nervous now. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“I already know how people see me,” I say. “I don’t need to go over that. I’m very much aware.”

When I look up from my meal, Logan is watching me, curious. “They think you’re talented. Creative. Vibrant?”

“Average,” I say. “Not quite good enough. If you saw my sisters, you’d understand.”

“I’m not here with your sisters,” Logan says.

“Neither of them found your keys.” I smile at him, trying to deflect his analysis of me without making it seem like that’s what I’m doing.

“I don’t want to be here with your sisters,” he amends. “Although I’m sure they’re perfectly lovely people.”

I don’t know what to say to this. So, instead, I pick up my coffee again, blow on it to keep my mouth from trembling. It hurts too much to have someone pretend to want you.

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About the Author
Mia Carter lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and spends her days enjoying nature, dreaming of the next travel adventure, knitting up unraveled plot threads, and playing way too many video games. 

Where to Find Mia Carter
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ACCIDENTAL REBEL (A Marriage Mistake Romance) by Nicole Snow

ACCIDENTAL REBEL Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ACCIDENTAL REBEL, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Marriage Mistake Romance series, by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Snow. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ACCIDENTAL REBEL (A Marriage Mistake Romance) by Nicole Snow

ACCIDENTAL REBEL (A Marriage Mistake Romance) by Nicole Snow

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: ACCIDENTAL REBEL
Series: A Marriage Mistake Romance
Author: Nicole Snow
Release Date: September 12, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
Accidentally hitched to a dream. Now for the catch…

I didn’t even say “I do.” One crank call and I’m insta-wife to a tattooed behemoth and mother to his kids. He’s paying my idiot boss a fortune for the perfect cover. Because trouble found Miller Rush, and he found me. A rock hard, overprotective rebel with a cause. Father of the century. Abs wound tighter than his attitude, stomping around my house, barking orders. Something’s got to give, okay?

But it won’t be me. Not my courage, even when my nosy mother smells drama. Not my heart set on helping two little angels and their perma-grump dad. Definitely not my body screaming Mayday because his bedroom eyes are magnets.

Deep breath. It’s only a few weeks. It’s only a whole crew of freaky people coming after him. It’s only pretend and I’m so not letting this Mrs. Rush thing go to my head. Why didn’t anyone warn me some knots can’t be untied?

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – a high stakes marriage mistake with a twist. One hulking superdad hero goes all-in to save his family and the wife he wasn’t supposed to keep. Full-length romance novel with a Happily Ever After sugar rush.

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Gwen

“You okay, Gwen?”

I snap open my eyes at Miller’s question. My fake husband leans against the short wall that separates the entryway from the living room. And to be perfectly honest, he looks like he just stepped out of one of my mother’s books.

Awesome.

Just what I need right now. A brutal reminder of how huge and hot he is, and how he’s probably as sick of this stuff as I am.

His dark hair is cut short, still rumpled from his nap. His black shirt hugs his broad chest like a second skin. So do the black jeans, and even in his socks, you could just eat him up. Whipped cream optional.

The worst part is, it’s a normal, almost boring look. How can that be sexy?

Hell if I know, but it is. Something hums in my veins I’ve never felt before, this heated rush that has far too much to do with Mr. Rush and not the adrenaline attack of the past twenty-four hours.

“Gwen?”

I try to nod. My name rolls off his tongue like warm caramel drips down the side of a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

His bright-blue eyes no longer look so tired, so worn out. Now they have a shine to them.

There’s more, too. He’s concerned. Rightfully so.

This guy and his twins are on the lam. That’s got to bother him deeply. Heck, I’m not even him, this isn’t my mess, and it’s not any easier for me.

If only that were true. Because I went and made it my mess when I let Manny talk me into helping Miller Rush twice.

I push off the door, hating how flustered I must look. “I’m fine. Let’s just eat.”

“Hoped you’d say that. It’s ready.”

He doesn’t have to remind me. My entire house has never smelled this good in my life. It pales even compared to the time I tried to cook a whole turkey dinner for Mother and her happy little M.E. Court team. She wound up rushing to my rescue. Turns out my cooking skills are far more impressive in my head.

Maybe I’m dreaming this. An overly handsome, wildly sexy stranger in my house has just cooked up a fabulous meal from my meagerly supplied cupboards. That’s more than a dream.

It’s a flipping fairy tale.

Who needs a glass slipper? Not this girl.

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Author Nicole Snow

Author Nicole Snow

About The Author
Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.

Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.

Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.

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Where to Find Nicole Snow
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – FANGS AND FRENEMIES (Witches with Anxiety) by Cherry Andrews

FANGS AND FRENEMIES Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for FANGS AND FRENEMIES, the first book in the adult paranormal cozy mystery series, Witches and Anxiety, by Cherry Andrews.  See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FANGS AND FRENEMIES (Witches with Anxiety #1) by Cherry Andrews

FANGS AND FRENEMIES (Witches with Anxiety #1) by Cherry Andrews

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: FANGS AND FRENEMIES
Series: Witches and Anxiety #1
Author: Cherry Andrews
Release Date: September 4, 2019
Genre: Adult Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
A socially awkward bobcat shifter.

An ex-cheerleading vampire.

A sweet—but slightly neurotic—cupcake-baking witch.

They fight crime? 

When the case of a missing mean girl throws Hazel back into contact with two old classmates, it’s time for these supernatural frenemies to set aside past grudges and help clear each other’s names.

But in the cloudy, romantic beach town of Blue Moon Bay, Oregon, it seems nearly everyone’s guarding a secret.

And they all involve magic of one kind of another.

Will these three women, who normally can’t stand each other, crack the mystery of what really happened to Hazel’s old bully, Ashlee—or is their effort cursed to fail?

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Excerpt #2
Blue Moon Bay’s “antique” cast-iron street lamps were brand spanking new, but you’d never know it to look at the hideous things.

The town’s latest bid to charm tourists, the lamps blazed with an eerie orange glow that only stoked my anxiety as I sped past Ocean Street’s deserted bistros, yarn shops, and taffy stands at dawn.

Come hex or high water, I could not be late for work again.

Not today, when Grandma Sage was counting on me to bake a very special wedding cake. Raspberry crémeux, three tiers of it, draped with glossy fondant. A cake that had to taste like heaven and look pretty enough to grace a magazine cover. Literally, since our bride’s swanky reception would be featured in Oregon Coast Bride.

But the baking was . . .  well, cake, compared with the other task Gran expected of me. Like her own grandmother before her, she imbued each wedding cake with a signature magical marriage blessing. As her apprentice witch, it was my job to assist with the spell.

A tough spell that called for deepest focus.

Bleary-eyed, I guzzled milky coffee from the to-go cup balanced between my knees. No doubt binging Netflix last night, cuddled up with my new boyfriend, was a bad life choice. But Bryson and I had only been dating since summer, and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me melted my brain every time.

I was still daydreaming about Bryson’s soft, full lips when Trixie, my ancient VW Rabbit, hit a red light at the corner outside Java Kitty Café.

“Check them out, doll,” she exclaimed, speaking telepathically straight to me. “How come their parking lot’s full at 6 AM while I’m sittin’ alone in our dinky lot? What are they putting in that coffee, cocaine?”

“I don’t know, Trix.” Just the sight of Java Kitty’s pink neon sign—a smug cat outline with winking eyes—sizzled my blood. Ever since their grand opening a month ago, the trendy new café had been a real burr in my boot.

I’d made a point of avoiding the place, of course. Wouldn’t want to look like I was spying on the competition. But here we were, stuck at the light, and it was hard not to peek through the window . . . seeing as how the entire wall was window.

Sleek design, I must admit.

Inside, Java Kitty’s modern-looking dining room bustled with Type A early birds. I was stung by the sight of familiar faces—former regulars at Sage’s—leaning across the modern white counters. Happily typing and texting. Morning shows lit up jumbo flat-screens on the wall behind them. A smiling barista, gliding by on a Hoverboard, offered nibbles from a pastry tray.

My stomach sank. No wonder they were picking off our customers. What chance did we have against a Hoverboard?

“Now that’s how it’s done, doll-face.” Trixie sounded way too impressed. “You might want to take a few notes.”

I gritted my teeth. “More driving, less chatting, please.”

Trixie went silent, so silent I could suddenly hear the engine. Her primitive spirit was hardwired into the car, though, so I could still sense her sulking. If experience held, she’d drive passive-aggressively for the next mile and then go right back to yakking.

It was times like this I bemoaned not having a cat for a familiar, or one of those cute owls. But you don’t get to choose your familiars, like you don’t choose your family. In Trixie’s case, when I won a used car in a business card drawing at the Blue Moon Bay Area Green Witch pancake breakfast, I won her into the bargain. A year later we were still struggling to find our groove together.

Trying to calm my nerves, I averted my eyes from the turncoats—er, customers—back to the street. The blasted light was yellow again.

“I’m late,” I begged the car. “I can’t play games with you this morning.”

Trixie hesitated, then floored it.

As her front wheels entered the intersection, a flash of khaki uniform appeared on Java Kitty’s patio. Sheriff Gantry’s hawk eyes clocked me from behind his to-go latté cup. Et tu, sheriff?

Trixie slammed on the brakes. They screeched. I yelped as hot coffee lurched into my lap, scalding my stomach through my knit top. It rivered down my jean skirt and onto the floor mat.

As I drove the rest of the way to work drenched and coffee stained, I silently cursed the Third Vow of a Green Witch, “Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks to Augment Thine Appearance.”

The first two were way more reasonable.

“Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks To Commit Murder.” Well, duh.

And “Thou Shalt Use Magicks to Cause A Person to Fall in Love.” I wasn’t a monster.

I just didn’t see why conjuring a clean, dry outfit should get me bounced from the sisterhood. 

But whatever, rules were rules.

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Author Cherry Andrews

Author Cherry Andrews

About the Author
Cherry Andrews loves a good scone, a good book, and curling up with her cats by the fireplace.

You can read FREE CHAPTERS on her website.

 

 

 

 

.Where to Find Cherry Andrews
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE LAST HUNTSMAN by Page Morgan

THE LAST HUNTSMAN Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE LAST HUNTSMAN, a stand-alone young adult fantasy romance, by Page Morgan.  See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE LAST HUNTSMAN by Page Morgan

THE LAST HUNTSMAN by Page Morgan

About the Book
Title: THE LAST HUNTSMAN
Author: Page Morgan
Release Date: September 9, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
No women. No children. No torture. The Huntsman has his rules.

For years, Tobin has done his emperor’s bidding, eliminating threats to the Empire of Morvansk. But when he is ordered to kill the lovely Princess Mara, Tobin’s absolute loyalty ends. The emperor’s punishment is swift and lethal, and Tobin is left with only one desire: vengeance.

Stay quiet. Stay hidden. Stay free. These are the rules Ever lives by.

Raised as a boy by her overprotective father, Ever has something the Morvansk emperor covets: mirror magic. With it, she can see anyone, anywhere, through the mirror’s glass. The emperor stole her mother years ago for this same magic, and now, he wants Ever, too.

When Ever’s mirror shows the wounded rebel huntsman approaching her village, she’s compelled to help him. But as Tobin and Ever grow closer, and their secrets intertwine, they’ll have to follow the rules they’ve always lived by—or break free from them, once and for all.

 

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Excerpt #2
My legs slowed. He’d been on Princess Mara’s mind the night before she was murdered. A huntsman should have been well beneath her notice. How had they known each other? I shook my head. It wasn’t my business. And with the mark of Morvansk on his shoulder, it would be best if I knew nothing more.

I climbed to the loft, determined to give the huntsman shelter for just two days and then send him on his way. If Frederic did invade Klaven, having a member of his royal court under our roof would be a stupid risk.

The huntsman was crouched in the shadows of the eaves. At first sight he looked to be lacing his boot, but I then saw him push a blade back into the boot’s built-in sheath and cover it with the hem of his borrowed trousers. He straightened his legs and hitched up the pants. My father’s waistline was far wider than his.

“I didn’t expect you back so quickly,” he said in a rich, deep voice, so different than yesterday’s raspy stammering. 

“I have chores to tend to.” I hoped I sounded indifferent as I crossed the loft and held out the bag. He took it with a small bow of his head. He stood with his back to the mirror. I’d cut away some of the canvas cover the day before for bandages, leaving a corner of the silver filigree frame exposed.

He opened the bag and peered in without revealing just how hungry he was; I’d heard his stomach churning earlier as I’d sewn his wound.

“Everett,” he began, closing the top, “how did you come to be in the woods yesterday? Were you hunting with the hounds?”

I hadn’t expected the question.

“Yes,” I answered after a moment, then remembered I didn’t have a hound to show him. “On my own though. I hunt on my own.”

There was a break in his earnest expression, a small twitch of his mouth. “Are the rabbit plentiful here?”

“Very,” I answered.

He wrapped the mouth of the potato sack around his good wrist. “And the quail?”

“Quail? Sure,” I said. He bit down on an amused smile. What? Couldn’t any idiot land himself a quail for dinner?

The huntsman set the bag of foraged food on the quilt, which he had neatly folded. 

“Tell me what you were really doing in the forest. You don’t hunt, Everett. If you did, you’d know there aren’t any quail out there.”

Oh, perfect. I’d lied about hunting to a hunter.

The mirror’s filigree frame loomed behind him. I’d never told anyone, and definitely would not let loose with my secret with a marked Morvansk court member.

“It’s none of your business what I was doing in the forest,” I replied. “You should just count your blessings that I was, and that I saw you spinning with the current and decided not to let you drown.”

Harsh. Too harsh. I had something to hide, and he saw it clearly as he nodded and licked his lips. His top lip, I reluctantly noticed, arched into two, sharp crests. Did men usually have lips like that? 

“You’re right,” he finally said. “I’m lucky you were there.”

I waited, expecting more. A “but” or “however.” It didn’t come.

“It’s your turn,” he said. I tilted my head, uncertain what he meant. “To ask a question. You removed my shirt. I assume you know what the tattoo on my shoulder means. You must be questioning what I was doing in a Klaven forest.”

I knew more than he was aware of. The idea of that made me feel as though I had an advantage, though I didn’t know what it was.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” I said, even though it was the complete opposite of what I wanted. I’d been curious about him, drawn to his image in the mirror, fascinated by him. It had been naïve of me, and standing before him now, I felt as much. 

The huntsman gently massaged his bandaged arm. “Then I suppose you don’t need to explain why you’re pretending to be a boy.”

I stepped backward. “I didn’t intend to.”

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Author Page Morgan

Author Page Morgan

About the Author
Page is the author of THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE CURSED, THE LOVELY AND THE LOST, and THE WONDROUS AND THE WICKED, young adult gothic thrillers critically acclaimed by Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Kirkus, School Library Journal, VOYA, and The Bulletin. Page‘s novels have been an IndieNext selection, a Seventeen Magazine Summer Book Club Read, and a #1 Amazon bestseller. Her next book, THE LAST HUNTSMAN, is a reimagining of the Huntsman and Magic Mirror from the tale of Snow White. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their three daughters, an English Pointer, an arrogant cat, two boring bearded dragons, a one-eared bunny, a bunch of chickens, and during the summer and fall, their neighbor’s two sweet horses.

 

.Where to Find Page Morgan
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Pre-Release Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD Prerelease Blitz

Welcome to the pre-release blitz for DRIVING ME WILD, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Mia Carter. See below for information on the book, pre-order links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

DRIVING ME WILD by Mia Carter

About the Book
Title: DRIVING ME WILD
Author: Mia Carter
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Entangled Publishing

Synopsis
I never in a million years thought that finding a lost pair of keys would lead to adventure.

All my life, I’ve been perfectly average. Compared to the rest of my high-achieving, type-A family, it feels impossible to stand out. While I’d love to make my big artistic dreams happen, I’m kind of stuck, thanks to a bunch of lame things like “affordable rent” and “keeping the internet on.” Dreaming doesn’t pay the bills. Freelance design work and part-time rideshare driving does. And it’s nice, for the most part. Finding a passenger’s thumb drive usually means reporting, returning, yay-hurrah-good-job-me. Except this time.

This time, I put the thumb drive in my computer. Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful! Suddenly a chat window pops up and the owner of the drive is bribing me to fly halfway across the world. Today. Turns out he’s the super hot fare I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…who just so happens to be Logan Weiss—the crazy-hot 29-year-old billionaire known as “the most eligible bachelor in tech”. What the hell am I even doing?

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Excerpt
Getting ready for dinner is a torture all unto itself. The closest thing to a nice dress that I’ve brought with me is a very cheap, very old black wrap dress. I think I might have bought it while I was a freshman in college, and it’s been my stalwart, one-size-fits-me-for-now companion since graduation. I tug it on, straightening out the sleeves, then scrunching them to just below my elbows, frowning at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is brushed, I’m less sunburned than I’d feared, and…

And the red lipstick makes me look like an idiot.

With a few squares of toilet paper, I wipe it off. 

Cinderella transformation sequence, this isn’t. It’s just me. I fiddle with the neckline of the dress and consider, for a moment, what kind of women someone like Logan Weiss would date. Who would be in his league? Tall, I think. Elegant. Confident. Someone so womanly and refined they’re basically some other type of creature. Like Arwen, condescending to walk among mere mortal men. The kind of person who is soft and gentle, not brash and exuberant and messy like me.

Logan, I decide, would date a woman who wears lipstick. Perfect lipstick, blood-red and elegant. She’d never get it on her teeth.

He’d surely be drawn to the kind of woman who owned more of those shoes with the red soles than she could keep track of. Oh, these old things? I think to myself, simpering in the mirror. Louboutins are just murder on the feet, but oh, the price of fashion is high! Of course I only take my third-favorite pair in my luggage.

Looking down at my own sensible flats, which have no red soles, probably cost me no more than ten bucks at a Payless BOGO event, and do not raise me above my God-given five-foot-six, I sigh.

I can’t even walk in heels like that, let alone afford them. If I had a pair, I’d probably either sell them for rent or just plant some fucking succulents in them and put them by the window.

Inside my purse, I find my plain lip balm. I slick it on over my now red-free lips.

There. That’s my best, for what it’s worth. Just me.

It may not be worth much, but it’s all I have to offer. And this is just his way of saying thank you. Nothing more.

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About the Author
Mia Carter lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest and spends her days enjoying nature, dreaming of the next travel adventure, knitting up unraveled plot threads, and playing way too many video games. 

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – DECEIVED BY DESIRE (Gilded) by Marie Force

DECEIVED BY DESIRE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for DECEIVED BY DESIRE, the second book in the adult historical romance series, Gilded, by New York Times bestselling author, Marie Force. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

DECEIVED BY DESIRE (Gilded #2) by Marie Force

DECEIVED BY DESIRE (Gilded #2) by Marie Force

About the Book
Title: DECEIVED BY DESIRE
Series: Gilded #2
Author: Marie Force
Publisher: Penguin Random House
Genre: Adult Historical Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google

Synopsis
Wealthy American industrialist Aubrey Nelson has invited the Duke and Duchess of Westbrook to visit his family’s Newport seaside “cottage” for the summer. With his parents’ departure from New York delayed, Aubrey’s mother sends him ahead to oversee preparations for their guests. But when he arrives, he’s surprised to find the house and staff in disarray . . .

With much to do and little time, Aubrey comes to rely on the housekeeper, a lovely young Irish woman named Maeve Brown. And when he also finds himself confiding in Maeve about more personal matters, he tells himself it’s merely their close proximity that draws him to the compassionate, hard-working beauty. Yet when he suspects Maeve is in danger, Aubrey realizes his feelings for her have grown much deeper than they should have. For what will his mother, who dreams of a society match for her son, have to say when she arrives to discover he’s lost his heart to a girl of the working class?

Praise for Duchess by Deception (book 1)

Force has crafted a masterpiece with the perfect amount of romance.”
—Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW

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Excerpt
June 1903
Newport, Rhode Island

Chapter 1

He first noticed the alluring curve of her neck. The delicate stretch of pale skin suggested elegance, a sweetness that begged to be explored and an aura of strength that intrigued him. Aubrey stood in the doorway to the drawing room for the longest time, riveted by a woman’s neck for the first time in his life, before clearing his throat to let her know he was there.

Startled, she whirled around, letting out a gasp of surprise as the oversized feather duster she’d been using fell to the dirty marble floor with a loud clatter. She would need a hundred feather dusters, perhaps a thousand of them, to wipe the layers of grime from every room in the house. How had it gotten so filthy over the winter?

That was one of many mysteries confronting him since his arrival thirty minutes prior at Paradis Trouvé, his family’s summer home on Newport’s Bellevue Avenue. The name meant “paradise found” in French. It had been bestowed upon the home by a previous owner, and unfortunately, his parents had embraced the pretentious name when they acquired the property.

Aubrey cursed himself for scaring the young woman as he entered yet another room in complete disarray. What the hell had happened to their “cottage” since the family left last September? “Pardon me.”

The woman took a step back, immediately on guard. Her reddish-brown hair had been gathered into a neat bun, and her drab olive-colored shirtwaist dress—muslin if he wasn’t mistaken—was serviceable at best but showcased interesting curves. However, her face was the showstopper. Her alabaster complexion reminded him of the cameo his grandmother had worn—ivory perfection with a dusting of freckles across her nose and brown eyes that were at once shrewd and suspicious.

“Wh-who are you?” The lilt of an Irish brogue danced through the dusty air like music.

Captivated, Aubrey had to remind himself that she expected a reply. “I apologize for frightening you.”

“Are you the new butler? It’s about time you showed up.” All business now that the fright had passed, she bustled across the room toward him, removing work gloves as she went.

He ought to set her straight but decided in a prescient flash to let her think he was the butler. At least until he had a chance to find out more about her. His dusty, wrinkled travel clothing and hair damp with sweat from the unusually warm weather wouldn’t give him away as a member of the family that owned the forty-room seaside monstrosity. His father had bought it six years ago from a member of the Astor family. Under normal circumstances, the Italian Renaissance–style palazzo was all gold and glitter and ostentatious excess, but Aubrey had been shocked by the filth and disrepair. He’d been sent by his mother to oversee the preparations for his illustrious guests, the Duke and Duchess of Westwood, who would arrive in three weeks, along with the other friends Aubrey had invited.

“I’m Maeve Brown, the housekeeper. I have no earthly idea what’s become of the rest of the staff, but Mrs. Nelson will be arriving in two short weeks, and as you can see, the house is in complete disarray. Did the agency inform you that the Duke and Duchess of Westwood will be visiting this summer? Apparently, they’re friends of the Nelsons’ son, Mr. Aubrey. Mrs. Nelson is the daughter of a British earl, so needless to say, she has exacting expectations, especially when entertaining a duke and duchess.” Maeve bit her deliciously full bottom lip as she seemed to debate whether she should say more.

Aubrey wanted to beg her to continue, just so he could listen to her melodic voice that spoke of culture and breeding far above a housekeeper’s station.

“From what I was told, the previous staff quit in protest of Mrs. Nelson’s treatment of them. In this day and age, there are plenty of other homes that treat their employees with respect and dignity. I was told a new staff had been hired, but no one has come.”

“If Mrs. Nelson is such an ogre, why are you here?”

Maeve’s cheeks flushed with a rosy glow that enchanted him. “By the time I arrived in New York, this was the only housekeeper position remaining for the Season. However, Mrs. Nelson’s reputation is well known, which is probably why the rest of the staff never arrived. Unless we both want to find ourselves out of work and without references, we’ll need every minute until she arrives to prepare for her guests.”

“I’m not afraid of hard work. Are you?”

“Certainly not.”

He’d known her for two minutes and already wished he could sit and talk to her for hours, until he knew everything there was to know about Miss Maeve Brown, formerly of Ireland. His mother would have an apoplexy over the thoughts he was having about the housekeeper, which was all the more reason to have them. After both of his older brothers had sworn off marriage, it had fallen to Aubrey to continue the Nelson name, a predicament his mother took far more seriously now that the family had become ridiculously wealthy. Prior to that, she hadn’t given a fig about the family name. Defying his mother had been one of his favorite activities as a child and younger man. With her pressuring him relentlessly to make an “appropriate marriage,” admiring the curve of the Irish housekeeper’s neck would be the last thing she’d want him doing.

But it was a splendid neck, perhaps the most delightful neck he’d ever beheld, and he’d seen some truly excellent female necks in his day, most recently last year in London where he’d endured a second Season to placate his mother. She’d positively salivated at the thought of him marrying into the British aristocracy. Alas, it was not to be, and he was through with that charade. The only thing that had kept it from being completely unbearable had been his friendship with Derek Eagan, the Duke of Westwood, as well as Derek’s cousin Simon and their mutual friend Justin Enderly, who was the second son of an earl. With Derek and Simon now married, and Justin avoiding the social scene, Aubrey had flat-out refused to return to London this spring. His mother had been furious, but he’d stood his ground.

Now with a summer in residence with his mother about to transpire, Aubrey fully expected another charade to unfold that would have to be endured rather than enjoyed. However, the Newport house was his favorite place in the world, and there was nowhere he’d rather be, even with his mother and her many charades to endure.

“Sir?”

Aubrey realized Miss Brown was talking to him.

“I asked if you’d like me to show you to your quarters before you get to work.”

“Yes, please.” Aubrey knew he ought to end this misunderstanding immediately, but something stopped him. He couldn’t say what, but rather than confess to not being the new butler, he followed her through familiar hallways thick with dust and spiderwebs to one of the back corridors and the stairs that led to the servants’ quarters on the third floor. As they went up the stairs, Aubrey tried not to notice the gentle sway of her backside. He failed utterly as her backside was almost as intriguing as the curve of her neck.

“I cleaned this room yesterday after we received word of your impending arrival. There’re fresh towels in the wardrobe and a bathroom down the hall. Mr. Nelson had plumbing put in the house two years ago, and it’s quite delightful.”

Aubrey agreed. Indoor plumbing was delightful, and so was she. “How did the house get so filthy?”

“I was told by one of the other housekeepers in town that after Mrs. Nelson left at the end of last summer, the remaining staff opened the windows and left them that way. When I arrived a week ago, the house was filled with rodents and seagulls. I almost didn’t stay.”

Horrified, Aubrey didn’t know what to say. She’d had to contend with that alone? He was also ashamed that he’d stopped paying attention to his mother’s high-handed behavior years ago. That she mistreated her staff to the point they’d leave the windows open for the harsh New England winter came as a shock to him and was something that would have to be addressed as soon as she arrived. At least he had a couple of weeks to dread that conversation.

“Didn’t the pipes freeze?”

“Apparently they were spared because the water had been shut off. For that we can be thankful.”

“Indeed. Why did you stay?”

She hooked her fingers together and looked down. “I need the position.”

Her quiet dignity touched him deeply. He wanted to know her story, where she came from, what had brought her to America. “We’ll see about getting you some more help.”

“It’s going to take a miracle to have this house ready for the arrival of the duke and duchess.”

“You needn’t worry about them. They don’t stand on formality.”

Her brows knitted adorably. “And you know this how?”

Damn. Aubrey realized he’d spoken as their friend and not as the new butler. “People speak of them in New York. The duke is well regarded in social circles in London, and his duchess is said to be very down to earth.”

“Who were your employers in New York?”

He had to think quickly to come up with a name she’d recognize. “The Smiths.” Thankfully, he’d gone to Choate with Adam Smith and knew the family.

Her eyes widened with amazement. “They’re one of the wealthiest families in America.”

“Yes, they are.”

“So why are you now employed by the Nelsons?”

“I wanted to come to Newport, and the Smiths don’t summer here. Mrs. Smith has an aversion to the sea. Her father drowned while rescuing her from a rogue wave when she was a child.”

“How awful!”

“She’s never forgotten it.”

“How could anyone forget such a thing?”

“It’s very tragic indeed.”

She gave him a look that had him wishing his hair was clean and his face shaved. “You’re very . . .”

Aubrey held his breath, waiting to hear what she would say.

“. . . young for a butler.”

He was young for a butler—by decades, in fact. “While I was with the Smiths, their butler and under-butler succumbed to typhoid, and I was the head footman. The family promoted me to butler.” Where was this nonsense coming from? He told himself to stop it, to tell her the truth, to end this ridiculous farce.

“I see. Would you like something to eat before you begin work?”

“Yes, please. I’d appreciate that after the long journey.” He left his bag in the room she’d assigned him and followed her down the backstairs, where his sisters’ children hid from their governesses.

They went down three flights to the kitchen and the servants’ dining room in the basement.

“This is the new cook, Mrs. Allston. Mrs. Allston, this is the new butler . . .” Maeve turned to him, her face flushing with a pleasing shade of pink. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Jack. Jack Bancroft.” The name of the duke’s estate manager popped into Aubrey’s head.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bancroft.” A stout, sturdy woman with ruddy cheeks and neat gray hair, Mrs. Allston stood watch over a pot of something that smelled delicious.

Aubrey’s stomach growled loudly.

Maeve laughed, and the delicate sound traveled through him the way a bolt of lightning might. He wanted to hear that laugh again and again. He wanted to hear it in his dreams and in his every waking hour. As a man who’d relished his freedom and independence, the feelings she evoked in him were frightening and unprecedented, to say the least.

Aubrey glanced at her. “I beg your pardon. I’m apparently hungrier than I thought.” He’d taken the overnight steamship from New York and had been served an elaborate breakfast several hours before the boat docked at Newport’s Long Wharf.

Mrs. Allston ladled soup into two bowls and set them on the rough-hewn wooden table along with a basket of freshly baked bread. “There you are then.”

He waited for Maeve to be seated before he slid onto the bench across from her. The huge table would easily accommodate thirty people. When the house was fully staffed, there would easily be that many in service, if not more.

They ate the delicious split-pea soup and bread in silence, but he was aware of her every move, her every breath. In all his thirty-two years, through hundreds of hours spent in London ballrooms and New York social clubs, in music halls, opera houses and at countless society dinners, picnics and house parties, he had never once responded to a woman the way he had to her.

His reaction to her defied explanation.

It defied belief.

It would infuriate his mother.

Aubrey smiled to himself, imagining her reaction to hearing that he’d finally found the woman he wanted, and she was the new Irish housekeeper at their Newport estate.

Once the epicenter of the cotton, rum and slave trades, Newport had become the place to see and be seen in the months of July and August when most of New York society relocated to their cottages by the coast. The social climbers came to make their annual impression on the hostesses who determined whether one was in or out—and if you were out, there was little chance of ever getting in.

His mother, the ultimate social climber, had made a blood sport out of climbing the rungs in Newport. Imagining her reaction to learning he’d developed a sweet spot for the Irish housekeeper had Aubrey picturing her exploding into a rage the likes of which would be talked about for years to come. He’d seen her rages before, most of them directed at others, including his siblings, but had never been the reason for one.

Compared to his far more rebellious siblings, Aubrey had been her good boy, her golden child as his siblings liked to say chidingly. Perhaps it was time for him to take his turn in stirring her ire. He had a feeling that Miss Maeve Brown, formerly of Ireland, would be worth the hell his mother would rain down upon him.

As he surreptitiously watched Maeve eat her soup, he noted the way her lips closed around the spoon and how her throat moved when she swallowed.

How was it possible that the pedestrian act of eating soup could be so impossibly erotic? A surge of heat to his groin had him holding back a groan.

“Are you quite all right, Mr. Bancroft?”

That voice. Dear God, the sound of her words was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. He could listen to her speak all day without ever tiring of the sound. It wouldn’t even matter so much what she said, as long as she never stopped talking to him. Aubrey summoned his composure, which had deserted him the second he first laid eyes on the appealing curve of her neck. He nodded in response to her question. “I’m quite well, thank you.”

“And the soup is to your liking?”

“It’s delicious.”

“I agree. Mrs. Allston is a wonderful cook. We’re lucky to have her, especially in light of the reputation this house has with those in service.”

Aubrey wiped his mouth on the cloth napkin, made of much coarser cotton than the linen he was accustomed to upstairs. “So there’re exactly three of us then?”

“I’m afraid so, at least until the others turn up. If they turn up.”

“And the task before us is . . .”

“Monumental. Wait until you see the wreckage that is Mrs. Nelson’s room.” She shuddered. “It’s a travesty.”

“If we were to take it a room at a time, focusing on the public spaces and the bedrooms required by the Nelson family and their guests, we might be able to get it done in time.”

“We have two weeks until Mrs. Nelson, her daughters and grandchildren are due to arrive and three until the duke and duchess are expected.”

“I’ll see what I can do about getting some more help. Surely there have to be more people seeking positions for the summer.”

“I certainly hope so, because without more help, I can’t envision how we’ll ever be ready for the duke and duchess. I quite fear Mrs. Nelson’s infamous rages.”

“Don’t you worry about her. We’ll have everything in place for her and her guests.”

“Thank goodness you’re here.” She took a sip of the hot tea she had steeped for them both. “I have felt quite like I was climbing a mountain all by myself with no possible way to reach the summit in time.”

“We will get there together.” As he said the words, he considered the double meaning of the two of them reaching the summit together. A shiver rippled through him, making him shudder from the desire that gripped him. He thanked goodness for the table that hid his obvious reaction from her.

“Are you sure you’re well? You seem rather . . . flummoxed.”

That was a good word for how he’d felt since first laying eyes on her. Flummoxed indeed.

He was about to respond to her when another man came into the kitchen, looking as road weary and dusty as Aubrey imagined he did, too. This man was older, with silver strands mixed in to his dark hair, his face craggy with age and wisdom, his eyes red with fatigue but friendly.

“May I help you?” Maeve asked.

“I’m Joseph Plumber, the new butler. The agency indicated I should report today.”

Maeve’s shocked gaze shifted to Aubrey. “If Mr. Plumber is the new butler, then who, pray tell, are you?”

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: DUCHESS BY DECEPTION
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Author Marie Force

Author Marie Force

About the Author
Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the indie-published Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series. In 2019, her new historical Gilded series from Kensington Books will debut with Duchess By Deception. 

All together, her books have sold 6.5 million copies worldwide, have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list many times. She is also a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller, a Speigel bestseller in Germany, a frequent speaker and publishing workshop presenter as well as a publisher through her Jack’s House Publishing romance imprint. She is a two-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award for romance fiction. 

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news..

Where to find Marie Force
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – HANDLE WITH CARE (Veteran Movers) by Marie Harte

HANDLE WITH CARE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for HANDLE WITH CARE, the third book in the adult contemporary military romance series, Veteran Movers, by New York Times bestselling author, Marie Harte. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

HANDLE WITH CARE (Veteran Movers #3) by Marie Harte

HANDLE WITH CARE (Veteran Movers #3) by Marie Harte

About the Book
Title: HANDLE WITH CARE
Series: Veteran Movers. #3
Author: Marie Harte
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2019
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

Synopsis
Evan Griffith has had a hell of a day…

And that was before he met the stunning, sexy woman having a meltdown.

Evan Griffith has had many careers in his life. But who knew working for his family’s moving company would hold just as much action as his stint in the Marine Corps? On an unforgettable job, Evan finds himself taken by a teenage conman and confronted by a woman wielding a knife―and promptly falls head over heels for her.

Kenzie Sykes is doing her best to raise her little brother and keep him out of jail―all while dealing with her own broken heart that just hasn’t healed. She doesn’t have time for romance. He’s not asking… Until he is, and she finds herself saying yes.

 

 

 

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Excerpt #2
Kenzie stared at the phone, half expecting it to bite her. Had she really said no to a date with Evan? Yes, yes, she had, because she didn’t need complications right now. And the way he made her feel certainly qualified as difficult, perplexing, and chaotic.

“Who was that?”

She jumped, not having heard her brother return to the living room. “Um, no one.”

“Really? Because it sounded like you were saying no to coffee, and the only guy you’ve talked to about a coffee date was Evan. I was there, remember?”

She didn’t need lectures on honesty from a thirteen-year-old juvenile delinquent. “Shouldn’t you be heading to bed?”

“Kenzie, it’s seven thirty on a Friday night.”

“And? You’re a growing boy.”

He rolled his eyes in the way only an adolescent could, sneering without sneering. “Admit you like the guy.”

“I admit he was nice. So what? I’ll probably never see him again, unless there’s something you’re not telling me. Did you steal his phone again? Will he be a character witness for the feds when they come to take you away or raid our house for some illegal mess you’ve once again gotten yourself into?”

He flushed. “No. And quit changing the subject.”

“There is no subject. Now go watch TV or something. I have more work to do.”

He stared at her, his brows drawn, then headed back upstairs. She felt bad about chasing him away…for all of three seconds. Her brother loved Netflix, and she really did have work to do. Especially since she’d spent much of the afternoon trying to ignore thoughts of Evan while the girls continued to talk about him.

If only he weren’t so attractive and polite. If only he hadn’t asked her out after she’d already put him in the “must try to forget” pile.

The little demon perched on her shoulder, an amalgamation of Lila and Rachel with its nonstop yammering, whispered: What would really be the harm in going out with him?

She tromped downstairs to her office and fired up her computer. The harm, she thought, would be in getting involved, liking him as a friend. Then a boyfriend. Then dating, having him interact with Daniel. They’d hang at his place, then her place. More and more, until she would grow attached. Then she’d fall in love with him, and he’d leave.

Just like Bryce.

To torture herself a little more, she dug up an old picture of the three of them from happier times, the one she kept hidden in a bottom desk drawer. She tried to see the flaws in her relationship, but the picture only showed a woman and man in love and a young boy ecstatic about going to a fall festival.

Kenzie gripped the frame, wishing she could go back and undo…what? She hadn’t stepped a foot wrong. She’d always put Daniel first, had checked out Bryce before their first date, and thought long and hard on it before living together. Bryce had never been anything but loving and fun—until the end, of course.

How could she have known things might change?

Before she could cry, she smacked herself on the arm and laughed, not a little hysterically. Holy crap, Lila’s aversion therapy kind of worked. Because instead of crying, all she could think about was Lila’s silly “Bryce.” Smack. Rinse and repeat.

Kenzie tucked the photo away and, smiling now, concentrated on her work, liking the new idea for their footwear client though still not sold on the walking, talking kale for the organic food business.

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Author Marie Harte

Author Marie Harte

About the Author
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.

 

 

 

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Where to find Marie Harte
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – AFTER SHE FELL by Amber Laura

AFTER SHE FELL Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for AFTER SHE FELL, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by Amber Laura. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

AFTER SHE FELL by Amber Laura

AFTER SHE FELL by Amber Laura

About the Book
Title:
AFTER SHE FELL
Author: Amber Laura
Release Date: July 30, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
She’s tried for years to convince herself that she isn’t in love with him. If it hasn’t worked, at least she’s managed to convince him of it, anyway.

A tragic love affair from her past had shattered Christina’s illusions of romance—it’d shattered her entire world, left her utterly broken and blamed. She’s fallen once before. She isn’t about to make the same mistake twice!

Jason Gordman is off-limits. Charming, playful, confident—he’s everything dangerous to her defenses. Worse yet, he’s the boss’s son. Hiding behind antagonism and indifference, Christina manages to keep him at a careful distance. That is, until one fateful night when she finds herself snowbound with him in a blizzard and she slips, allows herself one, forbidden kiss…

Struggling to reconcile her feelings, Christina is entirely unprepared for where that one stolen moment will lead her.

 

 

 

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Excerpt #2
“Try not to overthink it okay, Jas? It was only an idea. Clearly, a stupid one.” Letting out a weak laugh, Christina walked toward her kitchen.

She didn’t need anything in there, didn’t, in fact, know what she’d do once she made it inside the small space. All she knew was it was the only room in which she wouldn’t have to stare into his knowing eyes. It was little more than a stall tactic, a way to expedite his no doubted hasty exit.

Her stride never wavered, not even when she flapped a dismissive hand back toward the bottle of whiskey still on the floor. “Hell, let’s blame it on the alcoh—ah!”

With a gasp of surprise, Christina felt two hands grip the backs of her arms, and then she was being spun around, and before she had time to get in a proper breath, she felt her body being pushed backward, forced up against the wall separating her living room from the kitchen. Her chest heaved at the abruptness of it all, her frantic eyes clashing with Jason’s stormy glare.

His body was pressed up tight to hers. She could feel his quick breaths. She could feel the muscled proximity of his thighs crowding against hers. That, for some reason, calmed her a little.

“Shut up, Christina,” he said, his voice gruff with the words, erratic. His eyes traveled over her face, his gaze stopping curiously over her parted lips. “Give me a damn minute to catch my bearings.”

In control again, Christina laughed up at him coquettishly. “You need a minute to decide if you want to kiss a woman?”
His eyes narrowed. “You have a way of confusing me.”

She licked her lips, her body tingling at the intensity in his eyes, at the feel of his weight enveloping her. “Then, by all means, tell me what you want.”

“Hell—” With little more than that rough word hanging in the air between them, Jason’s head dipped, his lips crashing into hers. It wasn’t a light kiss. It didn’t linger over her lips, playing teasingly there.

No, it was almost desperate in its heatedness. No sooner had his mouth touched hers than Christina felt his tongue skimming against the seam of her lips. With little more urging than that, she obliged him. Moaning at the insistent pressure, at the feeling of his lips twisting, biting, sucking against hers, his tongue plunging into the recesses of her mouth, Christina sank against the wall behind her.

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Author Amber Laura

Author Amber Laura

About the Author
Five fun facts about Amber:

As a writer, Amber Laura does her best daydreaming as a window-gazing passenger on long car rides.

If there’s creamer, she’s drinking coffee. When she edits, there’s always creamer.

A blogger, she also writes web fiction—(free stories updated chapter-by-chapter, week-by-week). Check it out at www.litliber.com.

Psst! Her debut novel, Topaz and Lace, a contemporary romance set in a fictitious Texas town, got its start on that same blog.

While she may physically reside in the beautiful country of Northern Minnesota, in her imagination, Amber Laura lives all over the world. She considers it one of the best perks to being a writer: easy, cheap travel. That and the oddball characters she meets along the way….

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE BAR NEXT DOOR (Barflies) by Katia Rose

THE BAR NEXT DOOR Book Blitz

Today is release day for THE BAR NEXT DOOR, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Barflies, by Katia Rose. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE BAR NEXT DOOR (Barflies #1) by Katia Rose

THE BAR NEXT DOOR (Barflies #1) by Katia Rose

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: THE BAR NEXT DOOR
Series: Barflies #1
Author: Katia Rose
Release Date: August 22, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Sometimes you take the shot, and sometimes the shot takes you.

As the manager of Montreal’s most infamous dive bar, Monroe—and it’s just Monroe, thank you very much—is used to serving up her signature pearls of wisdom alongside an array of shots, pints, and pitchers. In fact, she thrives on it. Taverne Toulouse is a mighty ship, and she its fearless captain, trusted by patrons and bar staff alike to steer them through choppy waters.

If only she’d been given a little warning before a full-on tsunami swept in next door.

Julien Valois’ wining and dining empire is making waves. The next item on his agenda is opening a trendy lounge right next to Monroe’s beloved Taverne Toulouse—one that’s meant to run the dive bar out of business so he can buy up that property too.

His plans did not include falling for a five-foot-nothing brunette with an impressive vocabulary and an even more impressive ability to manhandle drunk frat boys twice her size.

They’re rivals in every sense of the word, but when Monroe and Julien are in a room together, the battle lines fade away. Their defences lower, their hearts get louder than their heads, and the burn between them goes down like just the right shot—intense, intoxicating, and able to sweep their priorities away with a single taste.

Until reality decides to slap up a big ‘For Sale’ sign and force them remember those priorities all too clearly.

The Bar Next Door is part of the Barflies trilogy, a series of standalone romantic comedies that follow the ups and downs of the staff at a Montreal dive bar.

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Excerpt #1
My relationships have all been duds, just packs of seeds I hopefully sprinkle onto freshly tilled soil and nurture for weeks on end, only to watch some runty little weed poke its head up and then wither a few days later. My mother says I have a habit of taking on boyfriends as ‘projects’ and that I like to ‘seek fulfillment by helping others reach their potential instead of working toward my own.’ 

That’s what you get having a former psychologist for a mother. 

The man in front of me doesn’t look like he needs any help on the road to Potential Town; everything about him announces he’s already there. 

 “I think I know that guy.” 

Roxanne’s declaration startles me back into the present. I realize we’ve both moved so close to the door we’ve almost got our noses against the glass. I step back and rip my gaze away from beardie to give her an incredulous look. 

“You know that guy?” 

She might as well have just told me she’s real tight with Zeus and that they hang out all the time on Mount Olympus.

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Author Katia Rose

Author Katia Rose

About the Author
Katia Rose is not much of a Pina Colada person, but she does like getting caught in the rain. She prefers her romance served steamy with a side of smart, and is a sucker for quirky characters. A habit of jetting off to distant countries means she’s rarely in one place for very long, but she calls the frigid northland that is Canada home.

 

 

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – DANGEROUS PARADISE (Paradise Series) by Barbara Nolan

DANGEROUS PARADISE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for DANGEROUS PARADISE, the second book in the adult romantic suspense series, Paradise, by Barbara Nolan.  See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DANGEROUS PARADISE (Paradise Series #2) by Barbara Nolan

DANGEROUS PARADISE (Paradise Series #2) by Barbara Nolan

About the Book –  Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: DANGEROUS PARADISE
Series: Paradise #2
Author: Barbara Nolan
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Release Date: August 21, 2019
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
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Synopsis
Eddie Morgan, the Harley-riding owner of Manhattan mega-club Beyond Paradise, has a secret: Illegal, underground cage fighting in dingy basements. It keeps the dark days of addiction at bay and quiets the static in his brain.

Paige Drake, New York heiress to the Drake Hotel dynasty, has one last chance to prove her worth in the family business: Upgrade the outdated hotel bars.

When a dinner party from hell throws these total opposites together their tantalizing teasing and sparring words awaken deep feelings neither one knew existed.

Even though the Long Island socialite is way out of Eddie’s league, he can’t resist the challenge, and soon Paige finds herself zooming out of her buttoned-up life on the back of Eddie’s Harley. He agrees to help Paige with her business venture but soon realizes that her club promoter is a member of a vicious Russian drug cartel using Paige’s bars as a front for their drug operation.

Is Eddie willing to throw himself back into a life that nearly destroyed him to save Paige? And is Paige willing to face the seedier side of Eddie’s world and accept his gritty methods of dealing with the cartel?

Eddie and Paige’s story twists and turns as two divergent people struggle to find common ground in a world where rules do not apply.

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Excerpt #2
Paige wished she didn’t feel anything. She wished Eddie didn’t affect her like a tidal wave of emotions breaking her heart. She wanted to trust him, wanted to grab onto those muscular, tatted arms and never let go, but she averted her eyes. How could she trust him again with so much at stake?

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About the Author
Barbara Nolan enjoyed writing most of her life and recently acquired her Certificate in Creative Writing from NYU. She also benefited from the help and influence of many talented professors and editors along the way. She is a member of RWA and the New Jersey chapter of Romance Writers. Her passion for reading and words make this a journey of love.

She writes gritty, realistic stories filled with strong men and the women who tame them.

She considers reading a luxury and writing a necessity.

.Where to Find Barbara Nolan
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Cover Reveal – TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE by Amelia Kingston

TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE Cover Reveal

Author Amelia Kingston is revealing the cover for TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, releasing October 1, 2019. See below for the cover, information on the book, preorder links, and an exclusive excerpt.

TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE by Amelia Kingston

TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE by Amelia Kingston

About the Book
Title: TRUCE? HATING ELIJAH MONROE
Author: Amelia Kingston
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 1, 2019
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Synopsis
A small town enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy. 

Harper Delaney is a newly certified elementary school teacher with the mountain of student loan debt to prove it. Moving back to her claustrophobically small hometown is about as tempting as two week old sushi, but the allure of free rent and a guaranteed summer teaching job are undeniable.

On the hunt for her dream job in San Francisco, Harper just needs to survive the summer without murdering Elijah Monroe. He may have grown into a scorchingly hot fireman, but he’s still her nemesis. Harper gave Elijah her heart when she was sixteen, and never forgave the jerk for not wanting it. Probably for the best, since he’s also her stepbrother. 

Elijah still makes Harper’s blood boil and heart race. And he knows it. She’ll wipe that smug smirk off his gorgeous face before leaving town. The only question is if she wants to do it with a kiss or a slap.

 

 

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I know it’s been too long since I’ve had a date when my first thought at seeing a firetruck pull up outside the school isn’t “Oh, no. Where’s the fire?” but “Oh, yes. Where are the firemen!” I’m practically drooling when I see him step out of the truck. His tall frame is broad and solid. Every inch of his more than six-foot body is carved from stone. This guy is cut. Ripped. Hot. If I faint, will he give me mouth to mouth?

My heart drops into my stomach and a weird little squeak leaves my throat when I realize who it is. I might legit need CPR. He was cute as a boy, but he’s drop dead gorgeous as a man. 

He’s not a man. He’s the devil. The bane of my adolescent existence. My stepbrother. 

I drag my eyes up to Elijah’s face. He looks put together and mature in a way that I’m not prepared for. His hair is the same warm brown, but now it’s cut short and tidy. He’s clean shaven, making those full lips pop. Lips which are curved up into a familiar smug smirk as his bright green eyes sparkle with devious satisfaction. He caught me checking him out and he wants me to know it. He struts across the parking lot, shoulders back and chest puffed up. He’s the same pompous jerk I remember from high school, breaking hearts and causing trouble. 

I look around the school yard and everyone has turned to watch the spectacle. The kids are all ogling the firetruck. The teachers and assistants are all ogling Elijah. I can’t control my groan. I cross my arms and scowl at him. 

He’s still a few feet away when I snap, “What are you doing here?” I’m loud enough half the playground can hear me. My happy teacher persona is a distant memory. I’m an angry, frustrated sixteen-year-old again, fighting the magnetic pull drawing me to him. Was it always this strong? Doesn’t matter. I’ll never give in to it. 

“Nice to see you too, Short Stack,” he quips, crossing his arms to match me.

“Enough with that stupid nickname already. It’s been almost a decade. Grow up, Elijah,” I fume. “Plus, it doesn’t even make sense.” 

He looks down at the ground, trying to hide his smile. He loves winding me up. And I fell for it. Now I’m more annoyed than ever. 

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Author Amelia Kingston

Author Amelia Kingston

About the Author
Amelia Kingston is many things, the most interesting of which are probably California girl, writer, traveler, and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order.  

She’s been blessed with a patient husband who’s embraced her nomad ways and traveled with her to over 30 countries across 5 continents (I’m coming for you next, Antarctica!). She’s also been cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is 5 minutes late. 

She writes about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can’t help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it’s always worth chasing. 

Where to Find Amelia Kingston
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – KNOWING NICHELLE (Beckley’s Daughters Romance) by Tinsley Sellers

KNOWING NICHELLE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for KNOWING NICHELLE, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Beckley’s Daughters Romance, by Tinsley Sellers.  See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

KNOWING NICHELLE (Beckley’s Daughters Romance #3) by Tinsley Sellers

KNOWING NICHELLE (Beckley’s Daughters Romance #3) by Tinsley Sellers

About the Book
Title: KNOWING NICHELLE
Series: Beckley’s Daughters Romance #3
Author: Tinsley Sellers
Release Date: August 16, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
She’s just met the man of her dreams…but he’s not who he said he was. Neither is she. Until they get a second chance to make a first impression.

Is he a sophisticated big-city lawyer, or an easygoing small-town woodworker? And if she’s not a career-driven high-powered attorney, then who is she? Hiding behind their masks is second nature until circumstances force them to see beneath the surface and realize just how alike—and in love—they really are.

He’s only got one rule: no lawyers. She’s a lawyer.

Burned by experience, Buck’s got a rule for a reason. After walking away from a lucrative legal position, he found his peace in Beckley. Life on the farm is simple, and his woodworking business is thriving. He’s not interested in trading his work boots for wingtips and rejoining the rat race. So what if she’s the most compelling woman he’s ever met?

She’s only got one requirement: no a**holes. He’s an a**hole.

After a disastrous encounter in a trendy bar, Nichelle’s convinced that he’s an over-muscled a**hole. She’s got a sleek car, luxurious condo, and elegant designer clothes. Family comes first, and her legal career is on the fastest track. She’s never met a problem she couldn’t solve on her own. So what if he can see beneath her carefully constructed façade?

They’re perfect together. They just don’t know it yet.

Welcome back to Beckley, Michigan! Autumn is in the air and as the days get shorter, the air gets cooler and the calm lakes reflect the blue skies and red-gold trees for a double-dose of fall color. The people are just as warm, friendly, smart, funny, and real as you remember. When you need a place to call home, Beckley welcomes you—and sometimes the family you choose is as strong as the bonds you’re born with.

If you like small-town romance, you’ll like Beckley. If you like smart heroines who balance demanding professional careers with a commitment to family, friends, and finding love, then you’ll definitely like it here. If you like strong, sexy, hard-working heroes who have not-so-secret soft spots for kids, dogs, and classic cars, you may find that you never want to leave!

Knowing Nichelle is the third in the Beckley’s Daughters Romance series. It can be read as a stand-alone story, but continuing readers will recognize many of the characters and locations. This series is recommended for adult readers and contains explicit language and intimate situations.

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Excerpt #3
Buck slowly strolled over to the bar. Every molecule of my body betrayed me, vibrating with anticipation, syncing to raise my temperature and heart rate. He looked so fine I wanted to taste him. His mossy green henley sweater was open at the neck, showing a triangle of the bark-colored t-shirt beneath. He had missed a spot shaving. Even now I wanted him, wanted to trace that spot with my fingertips, nuzzle it with my lips and teeth.

I felt like a spinster schoolmarm, still in my car-creased navy pencil skirt with my wilted floral-print bow blouse tied primly at the neck. I had left work at the last possible moment and driven hell-for-leather to make it here by five. I hadn’t changed my clothes, or even re-applied my lipstick. I knew he would notice, see all of the interior chaos writ large on my disheveled exterior. I dreaded his pity.

“Hey, Darlin’.” He sat on the stool beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wondering when it would stop. The goosebumps. The fluttering. The wishing he would wrap me close and make me safe. The ache for him to care for me.

Never. It was never going to stop, it would always feel this way. I had lost control and there was no getting it back. That it was too late was just…it just was.

I pushed my drink across the bar and caught Corey’s eye. “Throw a shot of gin in this for me?”

He grinned and took my glass to the far end of the bar, dumping it down the sink and preparing a fresh cocktail.

“You look gorgeous,” Buck said, too low for the bartender to hear. “You could make a paper bag look like Prabal Gurung.”

“It’s all about the attitude,” I bantered back with an exaggerated shrug.

Corey set a fresh glass before me. “A proper greyhound.” He turned to Buck with a wary gaze. “Molson?”

Buck laughed and shook his head. “I’m in a good mood tonight, Kid. Surprise me.” The bartender’s eyes gleamed and he turned away to get Buck’s drink. I gave Buck’s neck a sidelong glance. That patch of stubble? He wasn’t in a good mood. I played along anyway.

“Now you’ve done it,” I warned him. “Your drink is coming back with a pink umbrella. I guarantee it.”

Just then Aerin entered the dining room, platinum perfection in a floral dress. The way Chet looked at her brought a tear to my eye, the intensity of his emotion etched plainly across his face. I glanced at Buck. He was looking at me the same way. I never wanted to look at anyone else again, if only he would never stop looking at me that way.

“No, Buck,” I forced myself to say the words, “you don’t get to look at me like that.” Never stop. I couldn’t help the thought. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t reasonable, but right now I couldn’t bear it if he stopped.

He dropped his eyes and sipped his drink, a fluorescent pink thing in a curvy hurricane glass garnished with a yellow paper umbrella.

“It tastes like goddamn strawberry bubblegum,” he growled, pushing it away. Corey was in the dining room, so Buck strode behind the bar and found himself a bottle of Molson.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pausing behind my barstool. He gave my shoulder a soft squeeze and kept walking, taking a seat at the long dinner table. Aerin tried to corral her guests, encouraging everyone to come to the table. I couldn’t move. The phantom weight of Buck’s hand on my shoulder pinned me to my stool.

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Author Tinsley Sellers

Author Tinsley Sellers

About the Author
Tinsley Sellers grew up in Chicago, spending her summers with her grandparents in a tiny town a lot like Beckley, Michigan. Life took her to Arizona, Washington, and Idaho before she finally found her home in Arkansas. She is married to an amazing, supportive (and handsome!) man, with whom she has rescued three dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing, she teaches physics and engineering at the local university. When she’s not writing or teaching, she’s probably trying new recipes. She enjoys fast cars, loud music, fine whisky, and big books. In no particular order.

 

 

 

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Release Day + Giveaway – HOME WITH YOU (Rambler Battalion) by Claire Cain

HOME WITH YOU Release Day

Today is release day for HOME WITH YOU, the first fourth in the adult contemporary military romance series, Rambler Battalion, by Claire Cain. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

HOME WITH YOU (Rambler Battalion #4) by Claire Cain

HOME WITH YOU (Rambler Battalion #4) by Claire Cain

About the Book
Title: HOME WITH YOU
Series: Rambler Battalion #4
Author: Claire Cain
Genre: Adult Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: August 20, 2019
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Synopsis
I hadn’t seen Major Reese Flint in ten years—not since I was sixteen. Growing up, he was always kind to me despite our age difference and my role as the caretaker’s daughter. Our reunion forced me to see the gorgeous man he’d turned into. Reese was just as shocked by me, but evidently not in a good way since he then resolutely avoided me. 

We’re forced back together when Reese’s mother hires me to help him recover from an injury since I still live in the garage apartment above the house I watched for him while he was deployed. 

When Reese’s mom asks for more than that, I’m torn between my loyalty to the family who gave me so much during my childhood and my newfound feelings for Reese. Just when Reese stops resisting his interest in me and I have more than I could have hoped for, I discover I’m more at risk of losing everything than I could have imagined.

 

 

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Excerpt
I groaned as I stood and lumbered into the kitchen where Erin promptly let out a little yelp. She pressed her hands to her heart and took a few deep breaths before laughing hysterically.

Really. She doubled over, her long hair waterfalling to the ground, leaving me to admire the nearly bare expanse of her back but for the two small spaghetti straps of her tank top. When she finally turned upright, her face was red and her green eyes were wet with tears.

“I’m sorry,” I said, chuckling long with her since the sound of laughter was irresistible.

“No, I’m sorry. I—I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you were in bed. And your beard is, like, wow, so I didn’t realize it was you, even though of course it’s you.” She pressed her lips together. “Anyway, I’m sorry for laughing hysterically. It was that, or cry, and I do enough crying so laugh it was.”

“I’ve been sleeping down here so I’m upright. Did you need something?” I asked, and as soon as her face fell, I realized I’d done it again. She set the rag in her hand on the counter and moved to go, but I grabbed her wrist.

“Please. I don’t mean that in a brusque way. I’m not trying to get rid of you. I want to help you find what you need, if you need something,” I said, lowering my voice because whenever she was this close, which was rarely lately, I wanted to say things to only her. I wanted things between us that only we knew about.

She stared down at my hand on her wrist, then back at my face, her chest rising and falling. “I, uh… I came to check and see how the kitchen was. Your mom doesn’t always clean up, so I came to make sure everything was put away so you wouldn’t wake up to a mess.” She looked down like she was embarrassed and gently pulled her arm away.

“That’s very kind of you, Erin.” Her lashes fluttered when I said her name, and I wondered if she preferred her nickname. I’d have to try it out next time.

“Not really. I’m saving myself from more work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked, stepping closer to her because apparently my body wanted more of her proximity.

“I’ll be here to make you breakfast. I mean, if that’s ok, of course,” she said, red rising to her cheeks.    

“I’d like nothing more,” I said, catching her green eyes with mine to make sure she understood my sincerity. I was done fumbling around and failing to communicate with her. I’d bungled things between us enough already, and if my mother had obligated Erin to help me, I wasn’t going to make her feel unwanted.

She returned my stare a moment longer, her eyes moving between mine every few seconds.

And then it happened.

Then the best thing of my week happened.

The month.

Sure, maybe the year. I’d made the promotion list for lieutenant colonel and I was pleased about that, but this? This probably topped that.

Her focus moved from one eye, to the other, and then dipped down and caressed my lips. I kid you not, I could practically feel the brush of her lashes against my mouth.

Then, of course, she jerked away and plastered a smile on her face, bid me goodnight, and excused herself.

But it’d happened.

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Author Claire Cain

Author Claire Cain

About the Author
Claire Cain lives to eat and drink her way around the globe with her traveling soldier and two kids, but is perhaps even happier hunkered down at home in a pair of sweatpants and slippers using any free moment she has to read and cook. Or talk—she really likes to talk. She has become an expert at packing too many dishes in too few cabinets and making houses into homes from Utah to Germany and many places in between. She’s a proud Army wife and is frankly just really happy to be here.

 

 

 

Where to Find Claire Cain
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – RULES OF A REBOUND (Breakup Bash) by Nina Crespo

RULES OF A REBOUND Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for RULES OF A REBOUND, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Breakup Bash, by Nina Crespo. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RULES OF A REBOUND (Breakup Bash #2) by Nina Crespo

RULES OF A REBOUND (Breakup Bash #2) by Nina Crespo

About the Book
Title:
RULES OF A REBOUND
Series: Breakup Bash #2
Author: Nina Crespo
Publisher: Entangled Brazen
Release Date: August 12, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint

It only takes one night 

Natalie Winters thought she’d married the man of her dreams…but her marriage ended way too soon in a nightmarish divorce. She even has to share custody of the dog! The stress is killing her, so she decides to take a night off and attend the Breakup Bash—a private party for women celebrating their breakups—with her friends.

Former executive security specialist turned bartender Rome Collier is drawn to the woman easily trading sexy banter with him. And if she wants the “Do Me” condoms she accidentally throws across the counter at him, she’ll have to claim them…personally. Their flirtation turns into so much more, and every scintillating night they spend together is better than the last.

Strong, protective…and hot, Rome is everything Natalie ever wanted in a man. All she has to do is convince him he’s more than a rebound.

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Excerpt #1
Stop! Natalie sat up in bed, batting away the sadness that threatened to consume her now. Today wasn’t like the past. She wasn’t dependent upon anyone to take care of her, and no one was making her leave her home. She’d restore what was missing, and, if karma truly existed, the jackasses that had robbed her of her things and her peace of mind would get what they fully deserved. 

Natalie flung back the covers. As she walked out of the bedroom in her bare feet, she tugged down her mid-thigh- length “When I die, the dog gets everything” T-shirt. A cup of stress-relief tea would help her relax and possibly slow down her thinking long enough for her to get some sleep. 

She was almost halfway down the hall before she remembered to walk softly so she wouldn’t disturb Betsy… or Rome. 

As she crept past the closed door of the playroom, Betsy’s collar jangled, but she didn’t whine or bark. Natalie rarely locked her up, but she wanted to make sure her fur baby didn’t wander into places that she hadn’t cleaned up yet. Betsy would tolerate a night of not sleeping where she pleased as long as she was taken outside in three hours, at six in the morning. 

Natalie continued to the end of the hallway, planning to quietly make her way through the living room to the kitchen. But seeing Rome laying on top of the bedsheet in his low-slung jeans, arm resting above his head, brought her up short. 

The glow from outside streetlights streamed through small openings in the blinds, illuminating him. Even at rest, cuts of muscle stood out in his chest, stomach, and arms. When they were in the storeroom, she hadn’t gotten a look at the entire juicy package. Had she known all of that was available, she would have ripped off his shirt. 

Sex with Rome, the drink-serving god…the orgasm maker. That’s how her night after attending the Breakup Bash should have ended…with a thrill of being with him, not disaster. 

He shifted his legs, and the natural V cutting along his hips deepened, framing his impressive abs. He brought his arm down. “Is something wrong?” 

Unexpectedly hearing his voice caused her breath to hitch and made her feel a tad embarrassed. Ogling him while he slept drifted into stalker territory. “No. I’m…” 

As Rome sat up and put his feet on the floor, his rippling muscles took her words away. “If you can’t sleep, that’s normal. What happened can leave you feeling uneasy.” 

Or hot and bothered. Very hot, in fact. Suddenly, her light sleep shirt felt like a winter coat. “I’m not upset. I mean, yes, of course I’m upset. I was robbed, but that’s not why I’m here.” Her gaze drifted to his lap. Was that bulge a hard-on, or was she just dreaming? 

“Okay.” His low, husky voice made her skin tingle. “Then, why are you here?” 

Go make herself a cup of tea, or give in to the desire that made her breasts heavy and lust pool in her middle. The choice was clear. 

She walked to the pullout bed and in between his legs. His body heat seeped through his jeans and into her skin. 

He took her hand. “Do you want me to hold you?” 

“I’m not here for handholding.”

He visibly swallowed. “Tell me what you need.” 

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Author Nina Crespo

Author Nina Crespo

About the Author
Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions — the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing.

Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel.

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