Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – GIRL CODE – A Sweet Contemporary Anthology

GIRL CODE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for GIRL CODE, a sweet contemporary romance anthology by Cait Jarrod, D.C. Stone, Jessica Jayne, and Lea Bronsen. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

GIRL CODE - A Sweet Contemporary Anthology

GIRL CODE – A Sweet Contemporary Anthology

About the Book
Title: GIRL CODE
Authors: Cait Jarrod, D.C. Stone, Jessica Jayne, and Lea Bronsen
Release Date: July 31, 2015
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Link: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
Four best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.

HOPE
Josephine “Joey” Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?

LIVE
After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette “Juls” Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother’s burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love…and live.

FAITH
Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?

PERSISTENCE
Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.

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GIRL CODE Teaser 1

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Excerpt #2
Juls wandered to the back of the bus. Once she found a seat and the engine roared to life, she looked for her diary. No time to waste. Two weeks ago, she went off methadone, going from thirty-five grams to cold turkey. It was crucial to keep her mind busy.

The bus hit the main road and picked up speed while she rummaged in the black duffel bag next to her. It contained all her belongings, those she’d managed to keep from petty thieves and cops at night, and those she’d refrained from trading for dope. A worn sleeping bag, a hoodie, spare underwear, a pair of wool socks, a bottle of water she’d filled in a public bathroom earlier… Yep, that was about it. And her diary. She fished it out, and, from a side pocket, a tiny glue stick.

For a moment, she caressed the notebook’s beautiful flower wrap, so soft and shiny it felt like silk underneath her callused skin. A boost of warmth made her heart swell. She loved this wrap. When looking for food in a trash bin outside Walmart last year, she discovered the colorful piece of gift paper and knew it was the one. Maybe someone who’d just bought it had second thoughts, deemed it too tacky, whatever— people could be crazy like that—but this particular wrap gave her diary shelter, a home. Within that frame of beauty, she could hide her darkest thoughts and most daring dreams, and forever keep small things she collected through the journey of her life.

She opened the notebook and turned the pages. Calmness washed over her like a hit of something she tried not to think about. The urge to get high was omnipresent. Here, she found a food coupon a super cute guy in a tux handed her on a cold morning by the metro entrance. There, a cigarette paper roll a smoker dropped beneath a bench. On this page, gum wrap, and on the next, a few doodles she’d made while waiting on a doctor appointment. Adorning the second-to-last page, a pink rose petal, just beginning to fade, from a park she’d slept in two days ago.

The kind of evidence an investigator would look for at a crime scene to determine a suspect’s doings and whereabouts. Except her diary told the tale of a twenty-four year-old homeless ex-druggie. She’d always kept a secret journal as a kid, but it was after her overdose that she thought important to collect daily proofs of her existence. They reminded her of the life she had to leave behind.

To her ‘documentation’, she solemnly added the bus ticket, moistened with sweat from the fifteen-minute-wait in her palm before the bus arrived. The paper had crumpled and probably wouldn’t adhere to the glue. She would use tape then, and grabbed a small roll kept safely in the inner pocket of her black leather jacket.

After taping the ticket, she found a pen and wrote underneath, ‘Ticket to home’. She looked out the window, but having taken this road once, when leaving at seventeen, she didn’t recognize the flat, never-ending farmland scenery.

Home…? Well, what she used to call home in her better days. The city of Pearl, Ohio—a nice and perfectly snobbish community where she grew up, before the call of ‘the Concrete, the Steel, and the Needle’ became too strong.

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GIRL CODE Teaser 2

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Author Cait Jarrod

Author Cait Jarrod

About Cait Jarrod
From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one. Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with a great group of women—the WWC, and loves a good glass of wine.

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Where to Find Cait Jarrod
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Author D.C. Stone

Author D.C. Stone

About D.C. Stone
DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military and a private investigator. Currently, she works as an internal affairs investigator by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has her Master’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper. “Commonly called upon to act as an expert witness, she also trains with local, state, and federal law enforcement officers. She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict.

When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world offraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW. Find her on Facebook, Twitter, or her at www.authordcstone.com..

Where to Find D.C. Stone
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Author Jessica Jayne

Author Jessica Jayne

About Jessica Jayne
Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because she could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.

In the journey of life, she obtained her law degree (and bar license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. 

She loves to read and write… obviously! She’s a huge sports fan, especially college football and The Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Steelers! Go Rays! Go Lightning! She LOVES to travel… LOVES, LOVES, LOVES to travel. She loves to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! She loves a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, she’s a founding member of that crazy group! She loves hanging out with her family and friends! Music makes her happy. She’s a mix between country girl and city chic. She’s a sucker for a cowboy hat!  .

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Where to Find Jessica Jayne
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Author Lea Bronsen

Author Lea Bronsen

About Lea Bronsen
Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance.

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Where to Find Lea Bronsen
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy) by B. Kristin McMichael

SONGS AND FINS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SONGS & FINS, the second book in the young adult fantasy series, The Merworld Trilogy, by B. Kristin McMichael. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy #2) by B. Kristin McMichael

SONGS AND FINS (The Merworld Trilogy #2) by B. Kristin McMichael

About the Book
Title: SONGS & FINS
Series: The Merworld Trilogy #2
Author: B. Kristin McMichael
Publisher: Lexia Press, LLC
Release Date: March 14, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Whitney was amazed she finally had a boyfriend, and was prepared for a new life with him in the siren night human world. And the fact he was a lead singer in a rock band in his free time wasn’t bad, either. Too bad having a boyfriend didn’t mean she was going to see him, as his father’s punishment included separating them. Whitney is certain she can handle it, but sure enough, that isn’t the only wrench thrown into her new life. There’s a new threat in town, a scarier one than the backstabbing siren clan she’s part of now. They are night human hunters, and Whitney is an outlawed night human breed. Could her luck get any better? Quiet and peaceful would be ideal, but that’s not what she’s about to get.

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Excerpt #3
Sam and his band mates continued to play, but he never took his eyes off her. Her jealousy faded easily, feeling across the bond that there was nothing to be jealous of. Sam didn’t notice a single other person in the room, even though it was filled with people screaming for the band. As the song finished, Jade poked Whitney in the ribs.

Finally realizing that her friends were looking at her strangely, Whitney turned to them.

“I get he’s hot, but, man, you can stop drooling,” Jax complained. “You have a boyfriend, after all, and I doubt he would appreciate you staring at another man.”

“If a guy that hot was staring at me like that, I’d be drooling, too,” Jade replied. “Won’t your boyfriend be jealous when he finally shows up?”

The beat began as the next song started. Whitney tugged on Jade’s arm to pull her closer since it was so loud. Whitney didn’t get a chance to speak as Sam stepped to the edge of the stage and held out his hand to her. Jade’s mouth dropped open. Whitney was able to get out one last thing before Sam pulled her up onto the stage.

“My boyfriend,” Whitney said quickly and laughed as Jax pounded Jade on the back to stop her surprise. Jax laughed at his sister as Sam whisked Whitney away. Whitney would have laughed, too, but as soon as she touched Sam’s hand, the world around her faded away. That feeling from the weekend before was back. Everything seemed to fit right into place, and it all felt right.

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Water & Blood (The Merworld Trilogy #1) by B. Kristin McMichael

Water & Blood (The Merworld Trilogy #1) by B. Kristin McMichael

About Book 1
Title: Water & Blood
Series: The Merworld Trilogy
Author: B. Kristin McMichael
Publisher: Lexia Press, LLC
Release Date: November 20, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Beaches, sun, and swimming was what Whitney thought she’d get when she moved all the way across the country to the Atlantic Coast. It was a chance to start over, a fresh start outside the paranormal night human world she grew up in. She was ready to be a normal human; one who didn’t have to worry about drinking blood or all the fighting that went on in that world. 

Perfectionist Sam did everything well. He protected his family and friends as he swore he would. He had jobs to help everyone survive while they hid in plain sight. He even taught swimming lessons. His life was perfect, at least until Whitney showed up in his town. Without thinking of the consequences, Sam makes a choice to follow his heart for a change. That choice changes everything, maybe for better or for worse. 

After one year of getting used to her new reality, Whitney discovers that maybe she was never meant to leave the night human world after all. Deciding to take swimming lessons, she is paired with high school hottie, Prince Sam as her friends called him. That one decision changes her life, and she’s quickly thrown right back into the night human world she thought she was getting away from. The only question is: Can she survive going back?

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Author B. Kristin McMichael

Author B. Kristin McMichael

About the Author
Kristin McMichael is the author of YA and clean NA paranormal fiction. Her vampiric “Night Human World” includes the YA coming of age series “The Blue Eyes Trilogy” and the spin-off adventure series “The Day Human Trilogy” and “The Skinwalkers Witchling”. She’s also the author of the NA time travel romance series “The Chalcedony Chronicles”.

Kristin graduated with her PhD in biology at Ohio State where she worked as a scientist before taking her passion of writing full-time. Besides writing, she enjoys chasing her kids, playing outside, and baking cookies.

Kristin McMichael lives in Ohio with her husband and three children. If you don’t find her writing, then she probably has a book in her hand. Make sure to stop by and say hi on her social media.

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Where to Find B. Kristin McMichael
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Release Day – FOREVER BEAUTIFUL (Beautiful) by Ella Bordeaux

FOREVER BEAUTIFUL Release Day

Today is release day for FOREVER BEAUTIFUL, the second book in the young adult/new adult contemporary romance series, Beautiful, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Kelly Elliott, writing as Ella Bordeaux. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and a couple of teasers.

FOREVER BEAUTIFUL (Beautiful #2) by Ella Bordeaux

FOREVER BEAUTIFUL (Beautiful #2) by Ella Bordeaux

About the Book
Title:
FOREVER BEAUTIFUL
Series: Beautiful #2
Author: Ella Bordeaux
Publisher: K. Elliott Enterprises, INC.
Release Date: March 14, 2017
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UKBarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
How could he do this to me?
I believed him.
I trusted him.

When Skylar is faced with her biggest fear, old insecurities cause her to do what she did best. Hide from the truth.

Wyatt was determined not to let the only woman he loved run from him. He only had one choice. He would fight for her.

Both would be tested.
Each would experience pain.
Will truth conquer all?

Time would test their love. Fate would decide their future.

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Excerpt
Grabbing my purse, I headed to the door. Opening it, I let out a scream when I saw Zeb there with his hand up, ready to knock.

“Holy shit, Skylar! You scared the piss out of me.”

Covering my chest with my hand, I took in a few deep breaths. “Zeb, what are you doing here?”

He shook his head and laughed. “I told Michelle I’d meet her today. I have a few things to pick up, and…well, I wanted to say good-bye to her in person. I figured y’all would be back by now.”

“Did she not text you? She had to stay back in Waco with Wyatt. She had a leak; her hot water went out or something.”

Zeb smiled. “No. I didn’t get the text.”

I frowned. “Weird.”

He shrugged. “Well, would you mind if I came in really quick and grabbed my stuff? It’s just a couple of shirts.”

I lifted my brows. Why in the world does he have clothes here? He’d never spent the night.

“Shirts?”

“Sweatshirts. I wore a few over here and forgot them.”

Zeb and his sweatshirts. I swore, he had one for every day of the year.

With a chuckle, I motioned for him to come in. “I was getting ready to leave, but if it will just take a few minutes, no problem.”

“Thanks, Skylar.”

Zeb walked past me and headed to Michelle’s room. I shut the door and made my way into the kitchen. Glancing at my watch, I still had a few minutes to spare. Might as well grab some water and a few snacks.

I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. I hated Tupperware parties. Or Pimped-Out Chef or whatever the hell it was called. We were in college. Half of us lived in dorm rooms. Why in the hell do we need kitchen stuff?

Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed an apple and a cheese stick. When I turned back around, Zeb was standing in the kitchen.

I screamed and dropped my snacks. “Jesus, Zeb. You scared me again.”

By the look on his face, I instantly knew something wasn’t right. Everything I’d learned in self-defense class was pulsing through my body. It was like a sign was flashing, Warning!

“You’ve got to know, I’ve always liked you, Skylar.”

Panic started to set in as I quickly took in the situation. When I glanced down, I noticed he had nothing in his hands. “Where, um…where are your sweatshirts?”

He looked down at his hands and then back up at me. “I know you want me as much as I want you. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Oh God. This isn’t happening to me again.

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FOREVER BEAUTIFUL Teaser 2

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Beautiful by Ella Bordeaux

Beautiful by Ella Bordeaux

About the Book
Title:
 Beautiful
Author: Ella Bordeaux
Publisher: K. Elliott Enterprises, INC.
Release Date: June 7, 2016
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UKBarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Skylar Woods unknowingly drew Wyatt Smith toward her.  He wanted … needed to learn everything about her. Though he sensed her beauty was more than just skin deep, Wyatt struggled to understand the sadness she attempted to mask with an amazing smile.

When Skylar’s eyes met Wyatt’s for the first time, her breath caught and she couldn’t look away from the new guy standing in the school office smiling at her. The connection only grew when Wyatt sat next to her in English class, allowing Skylar to dare to believe he might actually be interested in getting to know her.

For the first time in months, she felt alive.

The moment Wyatt expressed an interest, the notes started again … the ones that reminded her of a past she could never move beyond—the event that changed her life forever and robbed her of any chance of happiness.

Never believing the rumors being spread around school about Skylar, Wyatt made sure he went out of his way to prove how much he cared about her.

But when the past resurfaces, will Wyatt stand by her side? Or will he turn against her like everyone else?  

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Author Ella Bordeaux

Author Ella Bordeaux

About the Author
Writing young adult fiction under the pen name of Ella Bordeaux, Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Finding her way back to one of her favorite genres, Ella will be publishing her first young adult fiction book, Beautiful, June 7, 2016.

Ella lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter and two puppies. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

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Where to Find Ella bordeaux
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – PARKER (Face-Off) by Jillian Quinn

PARKER (Face-Off) by Jillian Quinn

Welcome to the blog tour for PARKER, the first book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, Face-Off, by Jillian Quinn. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

PARKER (Face-Off #1) by Jillian Quinn

PARKER (Face-Off #1) by Jillian Quinn

About the Book
Title: PARKER
Series: Face-Off #1
Author: Jillian Quinn
Release Date: February 15, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA

Synopsis
Former collegiate athlete and successful sports agent, Charlotte “Coach” Coachman, is a straight shooter who has a very strict policy—no dating clients. The loves of her life are coaching little league basketball and managing the careers of her players, leaving no room for men.

Coach hasn’t met an athlete she couldn’t handle and a deal she couldn’t close—until she meets Alex Parker—the NHL’s most notorious bad boy both on and off the ice.

Alex is the best defenseman in the league, breaking records along with hearts. He’s made a name for himself as a womanizer, and after a scandal involving the owner’s granddaughter, Alex is traded to Philadelphia. Still reeling from the loss of his father, Alex is on a downward spiral, drowning himself in booze and women, until Coach takes him under her wing.

She might be attracted to the sexy hockey star, and certainly not immune to his charms, but Coach can see that Alex needs her help, and coaching players is what she does best. Now that the lines are blurred and the passion between them is too strong to deny, Coach has to decide if Alex is worth making an exception to her rules.

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Excerpt #1
As my cell phone rings, Tony mumbles that he’s going to grab us a few more beers, and then he disappears into the hallway. I do not recognize the number on the caller ID, but I do know the 215 area code. Philadelphia.

I press the button to answer, and before I can even say hello, a woman on the other end of the line says, “Parker, this is Coach. Mickey wanted me to call personally, so here you go. You’ve got me for all of two minutes and thirteen seconds.”

It takes me a minute to remember the name before I realize it’s Mickey’s girl, Charlotte Coachman. Her voice is so stern and confident, yet she’s exactly what I expected from what I’d heard about her from Mickey and some of her clients. She has made a name for herself in the sports world, and she’s one of the few women who didn’t sleep her way into that position, which is rare in this business.

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart.”

At first, she chuckles, but then her laughter slowly turns into a cackle. “Call me that again, Parker, and watch what happens. Let’s get something straight. I’m not one of your puck bunnies. I have a name. That name is Coach or Charlie, but it sure as hell isn’t sweetheart. You got that?”

This chick is crazy and feisty, and I kind of like it.

“One minute and thirty seconds.” She sounds like she’s chewing glass, the words harsh and painful on the tip of her tongue. “In the interest of saving ourselves the headache, I’ve arranged for my secretary to meet you at the apartment building. Please don’t look at her, smile in her direction, or flirt with her because I’m sick of replacing secretaries. I did you a solid with the Philly deal, so I’d appreciate you doing the same and keeping your hands to yourself.”

She went from intriguing to working my last nerve in a matter of seconds.

“Give me some credit at least. You make me out to be a total creep.”

“That’s not entirely off base, Parker. You seem to have a problem with keeping your pants on—or is it finding them?”

I can hear her covering the phone and chuckling to herself before she returns to being a mega bitch.

Damn those stupid YouTube videos.

“Forty-seven seconds.”

What is her problem?

She’s so uptight, she might snap in half.

“Like I was saying, Kayla will meet you at the building with the keys. If you need food, clothes, whatever, just let her know, and she will have it delivered. I put my ass on the line for you. Please make sure you’re at practice on time.”

“Sure thing, boss lady. Anything else?”

She sighs loudly into the receiver. “No. My cab is here, and I have to hang up. Mickey said you had the address and Kayla’s contact info. Just call her when you arrive. That’s all.”

I’m about to speak when I realize she already hung up on me and without even saying good-bye. I guess she sucks with them as much as I do.

Every second of our phone call replays in my mind as I try to wrap my head around what the hell just happened. It’s not hard to see why Charlotte is Mickey’s favorite agent and close friend. She’s the female version of him.

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Author Jillian Quinn

Author Jillian Quinn

About the Author
Jillian loves Mafia men, sports, bad boys, dirty talkers, strong female characters, and books with plenty of heat, all of which you will find in her books. As a lover of all things bookish, she has a serious book hoarding problem and runs a book blog in her free time. When she’s not reading, writing, or blogging, she’s obsessively fangirling over hockey players and can be found wherever she can catch the next hockey game. .

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Where to Find Jillian Quinn
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Release Day + Giveaway – SOUL MATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell) by Nadine Nightingale

SOUL MATES Release Day

Today is release day for SOUL MATES, the second book in the adult paranormal romance series, Drag.Me.To.Hell, by Nadine Nightingale. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SOULMATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell #2) by Nadine Nightingale

SOULMATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell #2) by Nadine Nightingale

About the Book
Title: SOUL MATES
Series: Drag.Me.To.Hell #2
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: March 10, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UKiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that.

He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until—

The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness.

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Chapter 1
I let go of the phone and press the heels of my hands against my temples. Anxiety is a bitch, and I better pull it together before I turn into the witch version of Holden Caulfield. Not that I have anything against the too smart, self-aware protagonist of The Catcher in the Rye, but I firmly believe teen angst should have an expiration date.

I look at the digital clock on my nightstand, and my stomach dips a bit. In a little more than an hour, I’m supposed to sit in Penrose’s lecture. DeLuca will be there too, asking questions like, “Why did you whisper some dude’s name while I had you pinned against the closet?” Good times.

Can’t avoid the inevitable.

Gathering the last bits of energy buzzing through my numb body, I get up and stumble to the bathroom. I climb in the shower.

Dipping my head back, I embrace the hot water pouring down my lethargic skin, but every time I close my eyes, I shiver. The blood, the torn flesh, and the fiery eyes haunt me.

I turn the faucet, increasing the temperature from hot to I’m-gonna-end-up-in-the-ER-with-second- degree-burns.

Why does shit like this keep happening to me? Did I not pay my karmic dues when I helped Alex save Jesse and those kids? Don’t I deserve a freakin’ breather? Some plus points on the cosmic scale?

I rest my head against the shower wall, hoping the heat will burn away all the shit that’s bothering me. It doesn’t. Nothing can wash away the void this premonition has left inside me.

The hot spray smears the makeup from last night. The scent of my jasmine perfume is replaced by the harsh smell of sandalwood soap. Hell, how I wish everything else would go away as easily. It won’t. Yeah, and I gotta stop pretending it will.

By the time I wrap my hair in a towel and slap on a little makeup, I’m certain of three things: I need to get rid of DeLuca before his I’m-a-lovesick-obsessed- asshole act gets worse, my new life sucks, and I will call Alex, consequences be damned.

I just put on my panties and bra when loud banging against the front door startles me. Bonnie is still fast asleep, the Nun has a key, and I’m not expecting any visitors. I step into loose jeans, pull a sweater over my head, and walk out of the bathroom.

One thing’s for sure; whoever is knocking doesn’t know a thing about patience. The door vibrates, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say someone’s trying to break it down.

“Jesus freakin’ Christ, I’m coming.” I yank the door open, ready to unload a shitload of anger, but when my brain processes what my eyes see, I can neither move nor talk.

Blood.

Bruises.

More blood.

Alex.

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SOUL MATES Teaser

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KARMA (Drag.Me.To.Hell #1) by Nadine Nightingale

KARMA (Drag.Me.To.Hell #1) by Nadine Nightingale

About Book 1
Title: KARMA
Series: Drag.Me.To.Hell #1
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: May 4, 2016
Genre:
 Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Barnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite…Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.

Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.

Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…

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Author Nadine Nightingale

Author Nadine Nightingale

About the Author
Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.

Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.

Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.

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Where to Find Nadine Nightingale
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

FALLING FOR BOSTON Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for FALLING FOR BOSTON, a stand-alone adult contemporary sports comedy romance, by Leslie Kate. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

FALLING FOR BOSTON by Leslie Kate

About the Book
Title: FALLING FOR BOSTON
Author: Leslie Kate
Release Date: October 13, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance/Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
As the youngest of four, Dylan has always been the baby. But don’t let that fool you; she’s not your average baby sister. Growing up with three older brothers left Dylan with a lack of femininity and in its place, a real guy’s girl personality. Sports, beer, burping, you name it; but don’t even think about going near her feet with a pair of heels.

When Dylan meets Tyler Vaughn, the famous and devastatingly attractive football superstar at work one morning, she’s thrilled by his good stats, not his good looks. But the wide receiver—and sweet romantic—throws her for a loop when he pursues her despite what she knows is missing, her feminine charm.

Now Dylan must reconcile the fact that this guy may actually like her, and even scarier, she may like him back. Dylan speaks sports and sarcasm fluently but romance, now that’s something completely foreign to her. What’s an emotionally-allergic guy’s girl supposed to do with a hopeless romantic?

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Excerpt #2
I hung up without responding. Not only was I late but the conference room on this floor was conveniently located on the opposite side of the building. Hastily grabbing everything I needed for the meeting, I took off.

Turning the corner to head towards the conference room at Mach 10, I never even saw it coming. I knocked into something solid and hard, like a wall. A warm wall but a wall nonetheless.

“Oof!” the wall grunted.

“Jesus!” I yelled as I stumbled backward. The crash was akin to that of a car accident; loud, jolting. Only I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. I’d collided with the wall so hard I lost my balance and fell on my ass.

In the process of falling, I’d flailed. Everything I was holding went flying including the most precious item I’d been carrying—my Bruins mug full of fresh coffee. Despite my attempt to save the mug, it was no use. I bobbled it like an elusive bar of slippery soap in the shower, and it fell to the floor where it smashed, splintering into pieces. And while this harrowing event was occurring; I also managed to spill coffee all over myself.

You know the saying “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”? To me, Hell hath no fury like a Dylan without coffee. I was fuming, and also quite literally steaming thanks to the hot coffee I was now wearing.

I didn’t even want to think about the bad juju that would come from breaking my lucky mug. The Bruins were on a hot streak headed into the playoffs. I hadn’t used another mug since they started winning.

Fudge, only I didn’t say fudge.

I looked around at the confetti surrounding me before the pain radiating from my tailbone reached my brain.

“Ouch, that’s gonna leave a mark,” I said to myself.
“Well, you’re quoting Tommy Boy, so I don’t think you’re concussed. Are you okay?”
The deep voice had come from the offending wall, but I had yet to look at his face. I was still surveying

the damage around me. My brain was foggy, still a little cuckoo kachoo from our head-on collision.
“No, I’m late for a meeting. I need to get to the conference room like yesterday,” I said, shifting to my

hands and knees and picking up the broken pieces of my mug.
“Yeah, you were walking pretty fast. I didn’t even see you coming. Are you sure you’re all right?” The Wall asked.

“I’m all right,” I said dismissively. Finished picking up the pieces of my trashed mug, I saw a hand in my periphery offering to help me stand. It was a huge mitt, complete with long fingers that could palm a basketball. I grabbed onto it, feeling the warmth of its skin as it completely swallowed my tiny hand.

Once I was standing, I finally looked up at the face of my would-be attacker, The Wall. The nickname was permanently lodged in my mind. It was a habit. I worked in sports, we nicknamed everyone. The Great Bambino, Dr. Dunkenstein, The Fridge, Big Papi, The Great One, A-Roid, you get my point. We loved nicknames, and once it caught on, you could never shake it.

With one glance, a shock ran up my spine as my breath caught in my throat, and my heart started to race. I knew that face.
You see, I had literally just run into Tyler freaking Vaughn. I may have been calling him The Wall in my head but in real life, he was one of the top receivers in the NFL. And I had just plowed right into him. “Shit,” I blurted out. What was with me today? I seemed to have a terrible case of the shits – verbally. “I know, I’m sorry about your mug,” he answered regretfully.

“Forget about the mug,” I said frantically. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer, rather just looked at me in stunned silence. I prayed that I hadn’t hurt him. The last thing I needed was to send a high-profile player to the Injured Reserve because I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going and accidentally cracked one of his ribs.

I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hello? Anybody home? You need me to go get some smelling salts?”

His eyes finally focused, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said with a smile.

Dear Lord in Heaven, that smile was blinding. Not in a fake white teeth kind of way but it… glowed. Almost as if the clouds had opened up and the sun was shining directly on him, and only him.

Vaughn was a devastating matchup for opponents, and I guess that wasn’t all. Looking at him from two feet away I was enlightened to the fact that, apparently, Vaughn was also devastatingly good looking. I’m not talking a cute smile or endearing freckles. I’m talking Mega Jackpot winner of the Genetic Lottery, one-in-a- million odds. His effervescent beauty would be evident even to a blind person.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Nothing I’m not used to. I just usually have pads on,” Vaughn added making me chuckle. Lucky for me, he’d had the mental acuity to crack a joke.

“You sure?” I double checked anyway despite his assertion. Athletes were notoriously stubborn; they’d never admit they were hurt. Their bone could be poking through their skin, and they’d just say it’s a scratch. Yeah, a scratch. And you’re an idiot.

“Positive,” he reaffirmed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I waved him off. “I’ll be okay. It was my fault; I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’ll just rub some dirt on it or something.”

“Amazing how well dirt works on injuries, huh?” he said with a chuckle. “I guess I’ll stop bothering you now so you can get back to work. I know you’re a day late.”

I shook my head at the sarcastic comment, but I couldn’t help but smile.

“Make sure you walk safely. Maybe next time try to use a turn signal before you cross traffic. It might help you avoid another collision,” he added.

That time, I laughed. Vaughn was a smart-ass, who knew? I couldn’t hold it against him, though; I was a smart-ass myself. I’d never been the serious one, always the goofy, oddball jokester. I got exceptionally awkward when things got, well, awkward. I could appreciate the fact that he’d cracked a joke to infuse some levity. It was exactly the kind of thing I would do.

He extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Tyler Vaughn, by the way. It’s nice to meet you…” he trailed off indicating he was waiting for me to introduce myself.

“Dylan,” I offered. “Dylan Riley.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dylan Riley,” he said, smiling at me again. Once again, with that smile the heavens opened up, his face aglow, and yet all I saw… was blue.

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Author Leslie Kate

Author Leslie Kate

About the Author
Leslie Kate, despite growing up in Upstate New York, is crazy about everything Boston. She attended the University of Massachusetts Amherst where she studied sports broadcasting. There, her lifelong Boston sports addiction blossomed into the fanatic she is today.

Having dabbled with the idea of writing a book since high school, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and wrote her first book, “Falling for Boston,” where she combined her passion for the written word with her passion for sports and the City of Champions.

Aside from being a sports nut, Leslie Kate love reading (much to the chagrin of her boyfriend), movies, music, and being active (she’s a spinning instructor at her gym.)

She also loves cooking, but not cleaning; dogs, but not cats; and shoes, but not purses or jewelry. She owns one pair of Christian Louboutins that she sometimes just wears around the house because she likes to look at them..

Where to find Leslie Kate
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE (Jamison Valley) by Devney Perry

THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Jamison Valley, by Devney Perry. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE (Jamison Valley) by Devney Perry

THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE (Jamison Valley) by Devney Perry

About the Book
Title: THE COPPERSMITH FARMHOUSE
Series: Jamison Valley
Author: Devney Perry
Release Date: March 9, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CABarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
One old farmhouse brought them together. It could also tear them apart.

Gigi has just uprooted her whole world to start a new life. The unexpected gift of a farmhouse in small-town Montana is just what she and her daughter need to escape big-city loneliness. The last thing she needs is attitude from the town’s sheriff, the most perfectly attractive and ruggedly handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on—and a complete jerk.

Jess knows all about women like Gigi. Beautiful. Sexy. Scheming. She’s stolen his sanctuary, the farmhouse that should have been his. But along with a face full of freckles, she’s got a sharp wit and a backbone of steel—something he doesn’t discover until after making a complete fool of himself. If he can earn back her trust and win her heart, he might just find the home he’s always needed.

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“Jess, these are too much,” I said.

“Not too much at all.”

“These were not cheap. Plus everything you bought for Roe . . .” I trailed off, mentally tallying up the sum he had spent on us for Christmas.

“I’ve been waiting thirty-four years to find the right woman. Finally did. Now I get to spoil her, so just get used to it.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“Why, what?”

“Why me? Why’d you pick me as your girl? I mean, I’m just me and you’re . . . well . . . you. Perfect.”

He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them, his eyes had changed. They were no longer soft and gentle. They were firm and determined.

“I’m not sure where you got it in that head of yours that I’m too good for you. Because the way I see it, it’s the other way around. And it stops today. No more.”

Jess’s hands framed my face, his thumbs stroking my jaw gently.

“Baby, you’ve got the biggest heart of any person I’ve ever met. I’ve never known a soul who would have taken on an old man just so he wouldn’t be alone. Someone needs help, the first thing you think about is how you can do it. Christ, you offered to move a stranger in with you so he’d have a place to live after his house burned down. And you’ve raised the most precious little girl on the planet. When you look at her, you see beauty, don’t you?”

“Well . . . of course. She’s my daughter.”

He shook his head a couple of times. “She’s you,” he said. “In every way, she’s you. When you look at her and get that feeling of pride in your chest? When you look at her face and into her eyes and it makes your heart hurt she’s so beautiful? Georgia, that’s how I feel when I look at you.”

His words, describing exactly how I felt about my daughter, moved me so deeply that I started crying again, completely unable to stop the emotion.

Swiping the tears as they fell, he whispered, “I love you. Everything. How you don’t back down during an argument. How you take care of Rowen. Take care of me. That you don’t mind including my mother. How you invite my sister over for Christmas minutes after she treats you badly. So let me buy you whatever the fuck I feel like for Christmas, birthdays or just whenever. Okay?”

I nodded and sniffled.

“Okay.”

Jess’s words penetrated deep into my heart.

We’d been together for months and I had always doubted us. But we made sense. I thought he was perfect. He was. But what his words finally made me realize was that he thought I was perfect too. We were perfect together.

Perfect sense.

I sniffled one last time and twisted my head out of his hands to get my necklace. After I put it on, I screwed on my earrings.

He lifted a finger to the jewel at my throat and muttered, “True beauty.”

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Author Devney Perry

Author Devney Perry

About the Author
Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.

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Where to Find Devney Perry
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby) by Ava Ashley

BLINDSIDED Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for BLINDSIDED, the first book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, Secret Baby, by Ava Ashley. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby #1) by Ava Ashley

BLINDSIDED (Secret Baby #1) by Ava Ashley

About the Book
Title: BLINDSIDED
Series: Secret Baby #1
Author: Ava Ashley
Release Date: March 6, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Sex and spice and cold as ice.

Those are the facts I uncover about football star Lennox Hardy after a long night of tequila and bad choices. Hardly the stuff of tabloid headlines. Everyone knows the NFL’s star quarterback is a womanizing bad boy whose voicemail is practically set to “no comment.”

What they might not know is that the sex? Kind of disappointing.

Of course, that didn’t stop me from getting knocked up.

But it’s when I confront Lennox and discover that I’d actually slept with his identical twin brother Logan, a rising politician, that my life goes from page twelve news to a gossip columnist’s wet dream.

Lennox is used to cleaning up his brother’s messes, and he barely blinks before he asks me to move in with him and pretend the baby is his, at least until his brother’s election is over. Giving me full access to his elusive, private life and the story that will make my career.

What’s a reporter to do?

But sharing an apartment with a brooding, private man who’s sexy as sin and my raging hormones may not have been the best idea. And when the only investigating I do happens with our clothes off, I know my plan has gone seriously awry…

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Carefully, I slip out from under the covers and drop to my knees on the floor.  Maybe I can find some sort of evidence before he wakes up.  Something that will appease Giselle, but not something that could hurt Lennox in any kind of way.   I slowly turn and start to crawl away from the bed.  Lennox rustles behind me.  I freeze.  I dare a slow head turn in his general direction.

The rise and fall of his chest is steady.  Even. Rhythmic.  A peaceful, contented smile curls along the edges of his mouth.  For a half a second, I take a little bit of pride that I may be at least partially responsible for putting it there.  He has one arm crooked, hand tucked beneath a tousled mop of sheepdog blonde.  Long, golden lashes brush his high cheekbones as he sleeps undisturbed.  

I exhale a heavy, but quiet, sigh of relief and continue my subtle egress.  I get halfway across the room when I freeze in my tracks.  

What am I doing?  This isn’t me! What are you going to do?  Dig through his trash?  Root through his mail?

On hands and knees in the middle of the floor, I start to give myself a well-deserved mental ass chewing.

“Well, now there’s a position I could get used to.”  Lennox’s voice teases in a sleepy drawl behind me.  My head droops in embarrassment.  

Lennox yawned like lion as he stretched his toned arms over his head.  “So, I’ve heard of the ‘walk of shame’, but I gotta admit.  I’ve never seen a ‘crawl of shame.’  Where are you off to?”

Alright, Sloane.  Suck it up.

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Author Ava Ashley

Author Ava Ashley

About the Author
Amazon bestselling author Ava Ashley may look like the girl next door, but her steamy romances reveal a very naughty side. Raised in small town Ohio and now living in Homer, Alaska it’s amazing that she hasn’t increased the average temperature in her area of the state with her steamy writing. And she loves reading new adult romance novels as much as she enjoys writing them.

Ava likes spending time outdoors and does a lot of hiking and cycling with her husband and four children. When she can get away on her own, she’ll often take pen and paper along, find a secluded spot and let the environment inspire her. Of course, that inspiration frequently results in characters tearing each other’s clothes off, but you would expect nothing less from a romance writer.

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Where to find Ava Ashley
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL (Cutting Loose) by Nina Croft

FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cutting Loose, by Nina Croft. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL (Cutting Loose #1) by Nina Croft

FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL (Cutting Loose #1) by Nina Croft

About the Book
Title: FALLING FOR THE BAD GIRL
Series: Cutting Loose #1
Author: Nina Croft
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: February 27, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
As a second generation detective, Nathan Carter is a cop, through and through, one who definitely sees things in black and white. But his work ethic—and libido—are thrown off balance when he heads up the case against jewel thief, Regan Malloy. Because with one sizzling look, she’s got him hot and hard. And he’s been that way, ever since.

Growing up, Regan’s favorite hobby was learning to crack safes, and she was very, very good at it. Still, she’d always tried to keep to the straight and narrow, and only strayed when she believed a friend was in desperate straits. Now she’s out of prison and starting over. If only she could forget that she’d spent the last three years fantasizing about the stunningly gorgeous detective who locked her away.

It’s inevitable that they meet up again—in bars, hotels…and hotel beds. Despite their differences, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Still, it’s just desire. If they give it enough time, it’ll burn itself out. Because a good boy and a bad girl can’t possibly make it work. Can they?..

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“You back with us?” Nate murmured.

“Yeah.” She exhaled, pushing herself up a little so she could peer into his face. His lips curled in a lazy smile that sent tingles through her body to her very core. “That was…intense.”

“That’s one word for it. I may never move again. Just stay here until they find our bodies.”

“Can you stay?” she asked.

“I can. I visited with Dad before I came here. But it’s Friday. Isn’t there somewhere you’re supposed to be?”

For a moment, her mind went blank.

Oh my God, it’s Friday.

She glanced at the clock. It was after eight. She was supposed to be at her mom and dad’s by seven. She was so fucked. Where the hell was her phone? She jumped from the bed, naked, and headed for the door. She opened it, slammed it closed again, and turned, pressing her back against the wood. Her mind refused to acknowledge what she had just seen. Sadly, that state of numbness did not last long.

“Fuck.”

Nate still lay in bed, a sheet over his hips, one arm behind his head. “Something wrong?”

She cleared her throat. “The room—in there—it’s full of people.”

“How full?” He sounded amused. Hah. That wouldn’t last long.

She closed her eyes and pictured the sitting room. “Darcy, Summer, my brother Tom, and I presume his new girlfriend.” What the holy hell was Tom doing here? He’d probably been sent by her mother when she hadn’t turned up. And she’d opened the door. And she’d been naked.

Oh. My. God. No.

If she’d ever had a beam-me-up-Scotty moment, this was it.

This was so, so wrong.

She glared at Nate. How the hell had the two of them not noticed that many people arriving? He was a goddamn detective. Wasn’t he supposed to notice things? Could it be that they’d been a little distracted? God, had she made any noises? Had Nate? Honestly, her mind was a blank, but she did have a habit of screaming.

Well, the damage was done. Now she just had to find the best way out.

Her choices came down to: hiding under the bed or escaping out of the window.

Before she could make up her mind, someone rapped hard on the door. “Regan, come out, come out, we know you’re in there.”

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Author Nina Croft

Author Nina Croft

About the Author
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of nine-to-five work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance, often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

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Where to find Nina Croft
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – WET (Love in Lone Star) by Ashley Bostock

WET Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for WET, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Love in Lone Star, by Ashley Bostock. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

WET (Love in Lone Star #1) by Ashley Bostock

WET (Love in Lone Star #1) by Ashley Bostock

About the Book
Title:
 WET
Series: Love in Lone Star #1
Author: Ashley Bostock
Release Date: December 26, 2016
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
I’ve always been Miranda Phillips, the town pariah. Growing up with neglectful parents, having sought attention from all the guys that were willing to give it to me, I wasn’t the most well-behaved kid in Lone Star. Not to mention all of the juvenile delinquent acts I’ve committed in my past.

But now I am Lone Star’s only reporter and I’ve come a long way from being that lost, troubled girl, even if most of the town still judged me for it. I don’t allow anyone to get in the way of what I want. Including Ryan John. So when I corner him in a dark hallway and get him to succumb to the sizzling attraction between us, I know I’m playing with fire.

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Even though I’ve successfully avoided her for two months, I haven’t forgotten how she tastes or what she feels like in my arms. And when I get sent a mysterious letter from some company wanting to buy my thousand shares of water rights that have been in my family for over a hundred years, I’m convinced that there is no one…err, better equipped, to help me than Lone Star’s reporter, Miranda Phillips.

I know how desperately she wants me and this letter gives me all the reason I need to spend one night with the girl from the wrong side of town. One night in exchange for her tight investigative skills. And believe me, she’s tight, in more ways than one. One night. Because Miranda is trouble and being on the city council, as well as guardian to my younger brother and sister, means I can’t afford trouble.

Even if it comes packaged just the way I like.

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“I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?” I stand and he stands as well. We are a foot or so apart and his scent tickles my nose, immersing me into the great outdoors. Wind, rain…I can’t identify it, but it heats me up.

“I definitely would.”

“Okay,” I turn quickly before I decide to launch myself into his arms and he grabs my wrist turning me back to him. I stumble into him colliding with his solid body. His large hand keeps ahold of my wrist and tugs it behind me. With one hand perfectly incapable of moving, he bends his head down and captures my mouth with his. I don’t close my eyes. There is no way I can. I can’t miss this. He is so damn sexy and he is coming on to me this time, giving in to his desires.

His possessiveness drives me wild. His warm tongue claims me, branding me like an animal and there isn’t a darn thing I want to do about it. His attack continues and my eyes, heavy with arousal, finally close, surrendering to his wishes. My free hand comes up to touch his neck, his ear, wherever, before he shifts and pulls it down behind my back, enclosing both of my wrists into one large, warm hand.

My chest is unnaturally stuck out into his thin shirt pressing into his torso, unleashing a desire in me for him to touch me there. His tongue tangles with mine and finally, his free hand shimmies up my waist, along my side, skimming the outside of my breast before holding onto my cheek and face. It is the gentlest gesture and along with my soaking wet panties, the move makes my heart catapult into the depths that are Ryan. I’ve never experienced a gentle touch like this before. Neither from a lover or a parent. The tenderness almost brings tears to my eyes.

His kiss softens into little nibbles and bites along my lower lip. He lets out a growl and the sound makes me whimper. The heat of his mouth leaves a burning trail as he sears a path from my lips down to my neck.

“Please, I have to touch you. Please,” I beg.

“No, Miranda. If you touch me, that will be the fucking end of me. I’m barely holding on.”

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Author Ashley Bostock

Author Ashley Bostock

About the Author
Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children, her dog and two cats.

She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three. Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in late 2013.

She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list.

She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom.

Interesting Fact: Ashley has been to every Disney theme park in the world..

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Where to Find Ashley Bostock
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Cover Reveal + Giveaway – TOO COMPLICATED (The Lewis Cousins) by Bethany Lopez

Award-winning author, Bethany Lopez, is unveiling the cover to TOO COMPLICATED, the second book in her adult contemporary romance series, The Lewis Cousins, releasing April 24, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book and series, and pre-order links. Book 1, TOO TEMPTING, is now available for free on Amazon.

TOO COMPLICATED (The Lewis Cousins #2) by Bethany Lopez

TOO COMPLICATED (The Lewis Cousins #2) by Bethany Lopez

About the Book – PRE-ORDER FOR $2.99
Title: TOO COMPLICATED
Series: The Lewis Cousins #2
Author: Bethany Lopez
Release Date: April 24, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Smashwords

Synopsis
Reardon Lewis is a small-town lawyer in Cherry Springs, the place where he and his cousins grew up. With the body of a Viking and the heart of a geek, Reardon is loyal to his family and indispensable to his community. The only thing missing in his life is love, and it just so happens that the one woman he has always wanted but could never have has just moved to Cherry Springs.

Chloe Zahn is a successful businesswoman, a city girl, and a single mom. The last thing she ever planned to do was move to a small town, but that’s the choice she’s made to bring her son closer to his dad. The only problem? The Lewis family and the obvious disdain they have for her.

The more time Reardon and Chloe spend together, the harder it is to fight their growing feelings for each other. Things between them have always been Too Complicated, but Reardon knows this may be his last chance to win over the woman he’s always dreamed of, complications be damned.

Too Complicated is the second in an all-new small-town romance series by Bethany Lopez. Follow the Lewis cousins as they learn about love and loss in Cherry Springs, the kind of place where there are festivals for every occasion and everyone knows your business..

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Excerpt #2
Reardon

“You’re an ass,” I managed, right as our aunt approached the table.

“Do I need to wash that mouth out with soap?”

Jasmine snickered and I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Really, Reardon?” Aunt Annabeth drawled as she set burgers and fries in front of both of us. “You’re a grown man, town lawyer, and upstanding citizen, yet you can’t stop fighting with your cousin like you’re ten years old.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” I muttered, chastised.

I caught Jasmine’s smirk, and I knew she’d seen our aunt coming and had set me up. Jasmine had always been the most cunning of our group.

“And you,” our aunt said, turning her attention to Jasmine. “When are you going to settle down and get serious with a man? You aren’t getting any younger.”

Jasmine was still sputtering when our aunt walked away.

I dipped my fry in ketchup and smirked back at her.

“Yeah, Jazzy, how come you’re not married with a pack of kids?”

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TOO COMPLICATED Teaser 2

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TOO TEMPTING (The Lewis Cousins #1) by Bethany Lopez

TOO TEMPTING (The Lewis Cousins #1) by Bethany Lopez

About the Book – PRE-ORDER FOR $2.99
Title: TOO TEMPTING
Series: The Lewis Cousins #1
Author: Bethany Lopez
Release Date: January 9, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Gabriel “Gabe” Lewis retired from the NFL and returned home to Cherry Springs. He combined his passion for football with camping and is now the owner of a football camp for teens. His summers are dedicated to spending time with family and teaching his campers about the sport he loves.

Zoey Zahn is a quirky, introverted writer and self-proclaimed geek. When she’s asked if she’ll accompany her nephew, Christopher, to camp, Zoey agrees, envisioning quiet evenings of writing in the great outdoors. After she stumbles upon Gabe, however, quiet evenings alone are the last thing on her mind.

The chemistry between Gabe and Zoey is undeniable, but as camp ends, a brewing storm causes their blooming relationship to fumble. All Gabe knows is that Zoey is Too Tempting to deny, and he’s determined to overcome the obstacles between them to be the man she deserves.

Too Tempting is the first in an all-new small town romance series by Bethany Lopez. Follow the Lewis cousins of Cherry Springs, the kind of place where there are festivals for every occasion and everyone knows your business, as they learn about love and loss.

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Author Bethany Lopez

Author Bethany Lopez

About the Author
Award-Winning Author Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. She’s a lover of all things romance: books, movies, music, and life, and she incorporates that into the books she writes. When she isn’t reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible. Some of her favorite things are: Kristen Ashley Books, coffee in the morning, and In-N-Out burgers.

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Where to Find Bethany Lopez
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Cover Reveal – ILLUSIONARY by Desiree Williams

ILLUSIONARY Cover Reveal

Author Desiree Williams is unveiling the cover to ILLUSIONARY, a young adult urban fantasy, releasing April 4, 2017. See below for the cover, information on the book, pre-order links, and an exclusive excerpt.

ILLUSIONARY by Desiree Williams

ILLUSIONARY by Desiree Williams

About the Book
Title: ILLUSIONARY
Author: Desiree Williams
Release Date: April 4, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBarnes & Noble | IBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Dorothy got sucked into a tornado.

Alice fell down a hole.

Wendy flew to Neverland.

Kamryn? She tripped down the stairs.

Now, Kamryn Kensington finds herself in a strange new world. Within minutes of her arrival, she dodges an archer’s arrow and avoids getting sliced up by a cosplay reject holding a dagger to her throat. And that’s before the storyteller’s breath brings stories to life.

Home is the mission—to return to her family and pursue her life’s dream of art and travel. Yet the longer she’s in the Land of Ur, the harder it is not to feel for the people she meets. Even her artistic side can’t help but breathe in the beautiful wonder and magic of this new world. So when the Oracle hands her a different quest, she takes it on the condition he sends her home afterward.

No one thought to warn her of a jealous queen and her dragon minions. Or that, by helping her, the cute storyteller would go crazy. Or that her heart would rip in two when she left. Those would’ve been great facts to know ahead of time.

Considering that nothing in Ur is what it seems, the mission proves to be more than she ever imagined. But more than her own future will be in jeopardy if Kamryn doesn’t succeed.

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Excerpt
The twittering of birds tugged at Kam’s consciousness. Heat warmed her back. She groaned and stretched her legs out. Hair tickled her face, and she pushed it out of the way, propping herself up with the other arm.

Rubbing the back of her throbbing head, she blinked until squashed blades of green grass came into view. Something stuck to her forehead. She swatted at it, clearing away flecks of dirt.

She drew her legs up to sit upright. Her heart hammered into her ribs, and her eyes widened.

A wooden grove encircled her. Vibrant bushes dotted with red flecks swayed with the wind. Sunlight streamed through slits in the canopy of leaves above. Tiny, fluffy birds fluttered along the sunbeams, their merry tunes lending more credibility to her insanity.

“Whaa …” She fingered the knot growing on her head.

Unconscious and dreaming. That’s what was happening.

She staggered to her feet. Her muscles tightened, screaming in protest. She arched her back and then leaned to the side to stretch.

Pain shouldn’t occur in a dream. So hallucination was the next logical step, right? She must have cracked her head pretty hard. Rubbing her sore hip, she allowed her gaze to wander. Pieces of bread littered the ground near a far bush. She squinted, bringing cheese, meat, and a scrap of fabric into focus.

Something rustled the bush. She pressed against a nearby tree. The rough bark ground into her tender flesh.

A whoosh shot through the grove, followed by a stinging of her cheek and a vibration near her ear.

Multi-colored feathers of blue, green, and yellow stuck off the end of an arrow shaft.

Kam scooted over, her hair tangling against the tree trunk.

The arrowhead lay embedded mere centimeters from where her face had been.

“I assure you, wanderer,” a masculine voice called from beyond the brush. “That is the only warning my archer will give you.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. She reached shaky fingers to her cheek, only to swallow a whimper when the tips drew back coated with blood.

Someone had shot at her. Actually shot at her!

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Author Desiree Williams

Author Desiree Williams

About the Author
Desiree Williams is a dreamer by day and chocoholic by night. She lives in the beautiful state of Kentucky with her husband and daughter, where she juggles life as a wannabe supermom. Desiree is a lover of food and avoider of dirty dishes. She delights in making people laugh and strives to bring hope and love with her wherever she goes.

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Where to Find Desiree Williams
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Book Blitz – Excerpt – THE GAME BEGINS (R. Caine High School) by Victoria Danann

THE GAME BEGINS Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE GAME BEGINS, the first book in the young adult paranormal romance series, R. Caine High School, by New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

The Game Begins (R. Caine High School #1) by Victoria Danann

About the Book
Title: The Game Begins
Series: R. Caine High School #1
Author: Victoria Danann
Publisher: 7th House
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe. High school.

To make it even more interesting, they would strip their children of their memories and withhold the rules of the game. The players believed they were ordinary kids until they were transferred to R. Caine High School. When odd things begin to happen, the players gradually realize they have special gifts or attributes. But that doesn’t mean they can’t die.

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Now here we are in beautiful Oxnard. Yeah. I know. It sounds like somebody was in the middle of a sneeze when a cough barked out. I try looking it up to see what an oxnard is. Of course that was a circular exercise; ‘see city in California’. So I try ‘nard’. Closest thing is spikenard which is an herb. At that point I lose interest.

I’m stuck with Oxnard and, at least for the time being, Oxnard is stuck with me. So here’s a rundown of the good, the bad, and the boring.

The good news is that we managed to get a boat dock house. It’s on the water, but not on the beach. No extra space. There are three bedrooms. Guess who gets the ‘master’? That left two little rooms for my brother and me to fight over. I pulled rank – I’m four years older – and got the one facing the front. That means the water view.

Among other noteworthy travel facts, Oxnard is in a valley between the Santa Monica Mountains and the Los Padres, which is a cluster of mountain ranges. I’m told that you could be surfing at the beach while looking at snow-covered mountains. Put that in the kind of cool column.

Now for the bad. The house is tiny compared to where we lived in Austin. It’s going to be an adjustment.

As far as boring, I know no one here. As in NO ONE!

The only thing that could be worse than that is the fact that on Monday I’m going to have to walk into a new high school. Did I mention that I know NO ONE? Not even my brother will be in my school, which, okay, I admit I’m thankful for that because, if things could be worse, that would be it.

I’ve seen it. The school, I mean.

When nobody was there, I walked around the grounds with my dog, Elke. She’s a Norwegian Elkhound, really smart, really pretty, and really sure she doesn’t have to do what I say.

The school is kind of a gothic monstrosity that couldn’t be more out of place in SoCal. It looks like a Wizard of Oz tornado picked it up in Crumbling, Maine and dropped it in Oxnard.

I imagine the ground shaking when it hit. Boom.

How do I feel about starting a new school in two days?

As a sophomore?

Let me put it this way. Last summer my parents decided we were going to take a family trip to England. They said the educational value was astronomical. It would be like a field trip on steroids. Their words. Not mine.

So we went. But we didn’t go like normal families and stay in hotels. Of course not.

We stayed in family hostels. What’s that, you ask? Imagine going to camp with other families and sleeping in big bunk rooms with people of all ages, both sexes, some of whom make noises in their sleep that you wouldn’t think were possible for humans.

Don’t even ask about the shared bath.

Anyway, we went on one of those Bloody Tower tours in London where they trot you past all the torture tools and devices. Our guide tried to give cryptic descriptions about how they were used, because of his perception that my brother is of a tender and sensitive young age. The guide kept glancing at my brother nervously like he was afraid the information would scar the boy’s precious psyche, imprinting evil on the tabula rosa. On the contrary my brother probably invented some of those devices himself in past lifetimes.

The point I’m getting to is this. Given the choice, I’d gladly choose the rack over having to walk into a new high school as a sophomore where I know NOBODY! But this is the real world and I don’t have a choice.

I’m feeling sorry enough for myself to consider curling up into a ball when my brother barges into my room without knocking. “What the…? We moved here three weeks ago, Never. You’ve had time to unpack. You’re supposed to be the neat one. Miss Smart Perfect Suck up.” He punctuates that with a perfectly disgusting sucking noise.

Following his line of sight to the bed, the chair, the desk, I’m forced to agree that clothes draped everywhere looks like a breakdown straight ahead. Naturally I counter by going on the offensive.

“Nobody invited you in. Try knocking! I could have been getting dressed.”

“So what? You’ve got nothing that interests me.”

“Idiot. It’s called privacy. I deserve to have some in my OWN ROOM!”

“What’s this about?” He waves his arm to indicate the trunk show.

“I’m deciding what to wear the first day.”

He laughs that unbelievably aggravating laugh that never fails to make me want to pitch him out a second story window. By the way, there is one close by. It draws my gaze and gives life to my fantasy of hearing him scream on the way down.

“You’re worried, aren’t you?” he asks, wearing his smarmiest smuggest sneer face. “Well, sit at the feet of the master, little girl, and I’ll tell you how to conquer first day fever and win.” He sounds like an infomercial for a self-help guru. Maybe he’ll do okay in SoCal. “When you walk in, look for the biggest toughest-looking girl around. Then you walk straight up to her and punch her in the mouth.”

No. He’s not going to do okay in SoCal.

“Levi. This is California. They have zero tolerance for that kind of thing.” He shrugs, completely unconcerned. I put my hand to my head. “Wait. Wait. I’m getting a premonition. Yes. Yes. I can see it now. Mom and Dad are going to get a call from your vice principal within ten minutes of dropping you off at school. He’s going to tell them that they’re raising a barbarian who’s prison bound.”

“Just telling you. It sets the tone for the entire year. Your life can be bumpy or smooth. Take it from me. Your barbarian is my bad ass.” He holds a finger up. “Oh. Did I mention the part about run like hell after you punch Alice Assault in the mouth?”

I blink at him, wondering for the multi-thousandth time which one of us was adopted. It was probably me. “Say your name slowly.”

He rolls his eyes, but gets the message and leaves.

My brother’s name is Levi. We’re not Hebrew. My parents just liked the jeans which, I guess, must have been cool at one time. If he says his name slowly, it sounds like, “Leave. I.”

If you’re thinking that’s mean, don’t even go there. He gets back at me by calling me Never and cawing like Edgar Allen Poe’s raven, especially if I have friends around.

Naturally he leaves the bedroom door standing open just to irritate me. I slam it, hear my mother’s faint shout saying don’t slam the door, lock it, and turn back to the impossible task of figuring out what people at this alien outpost consider first day of school clothes. If only I could…

That’s when I realize I might get a preview into life at R. Caine High School. I open the laptop and pull up images.

Why didn’t I think of this before?

Track and field. Lots of running and jumping enthusiasm then.

Football. Concussion anyone?

Basketball. No comment.

A CPR dummy. How many times has that thing been kissed?

Softball. Hmmm. Maybe.

Graduation. Gold robes. Ew.

And finally, a photo of kids swarming a large paved area, not wearing athletic gear or some kind of club tee shirt. Whether they were coming or going I can’t tell. The main thing is I can see the clothes and they aren’t all that different from what I’m used to. In fact, the picture could have been taken at my old school. Sigh.

So alright. I can do this. All I have to do is pick out something that makes me feel reasonably attractive. It’s the first day of school. Not the end of the world.

Right?

Right?

Lots of people have been through this and survived.

Yes.

I know I’m taking that on faith, but since I haven’t heard urban myths about kids going to new schools and never being heard from again, I’m going with that assumption. Or trying to.

Who am I kidding?

Doomsday looms.

I mean you wouldn’t think a person could actually fear lunch. Not the food, of course. Although some might say fearing the food made in the cafeteria is a test of Darwin’s theory. I don’t think Darwin’s theory applies to humans anymore. Modern medicine is pretty good at interfering with the impending doom and saving the day no matter how badly we botch genetics.

It probably seems like I’m obsessing over the word ‘doom’, but it’s just that kind of weekend. The kind that will live in infamy forever.

What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I was talking about the rites of lunch. The quest for that magical place where you can be part of a herd of the like-minded; meaning people who understand you well enough that you can talk to each other, eat together, gossip about whatever, and kid yourself into thinking they don’t gossip about you when you’re not there.

I look at the clock. Again.

The first day of my sophomore year should be a celebration of not being a freshman anymore. But that’s for kids who get to stay put. Not for people like myself who’ve been forcibly relocated, that means moved against my will, to the other side of the country.

By this same time tomorrow I’ll know if my quest was successful.

Will I be able to locate the magical lunch herd on the first day?

Have I been a good person?

Do I deserve that fate?

Why yes. Yes, I do.

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Author Victoria Danann

Author Victoria Danann

About the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is the author of sixteen romances, paranormal and contemporary. 

Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES THREE YEARS IN A ROW. 2013,2014,2015 – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres..

Where to Find Victoria Danann
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell) by James L. Weaver

ARES ROAD Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for ARES ROAD, the second book in the adult thriller series, Jake Caldwell, by James L. Weaver. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell #2) by James L. Weaver

ARES ROAD (Jake Caldwell #2) by James L. Weaver

About the Book
Title:
 ARES ROAD
Series: Jake Caldwell #2
Author: James L. Weaver
Release Date: March 2, 2017
Publisher: Lakewater Press
Genre: Adult Thriller
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Synopsis
With his days as a mob enforcer behind him, Jake Caldwell’s trying to go straight.

But it seems his past won’t let him go.

His first job working as a private investigator turns up a teenage girl screaming down a dead man’s cell phone, and Logan, his mentor and the only man with answers, beaten into a coma.

Now Jake’s taking it personally.

The only clues Jake has to unravel the mystery are a Russian with a stolen, silver briefcase and three names: Snell, Parley and Ares. Teaming up with his best friend Bear, the Sheriff of his home town, and an attractive FBI agent, Jake quickly discovers they’re not the only ones looking for the briefcase and its deadly contents.

It’s no longer about seeking revenge.

The thrilling second book in the Jake Caldwell series is a heart-stopping ride that won’t disappoint fans..

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Excerpt #2
As if on cue, a couple of dickheads, one white and one black, both gaunt and dressed in dirty jeans and t-shirts, crept along the cracked sidewalk toward Jake’s truck from the west. Jake watched them in his peripheral vision, sliding his Glock close to his leg. The black guy had a hitch in his step, dragging his left foot behind him, but his head on a swivel checking their surroundings. The white one approached Jake’s window, jeans hanging low with a snatch of boxers crumpled in the back, and leaned in. A blind barber must have cut his uneven brown hair; his face was pockmarked and drawn against his skin. His goggle eyes were wide and tweaked, and he smelled as if it had been a week since his skin last kissed a bar of soap.

“Hey, man,” the guy said. “Can you spare a few bucks?”

Jake’s head leaned back against the headrest. He tilted it a few degrees and eyed the guy with as much steel as he could muster. “No. Go away.”

The guy’s pupils were the size of golf balls. “Maybe you didn’t hear me right.” He whipped out a switchblade and sprung the blade forth. The black guy lurched a few steps forward, head jerking back and forth looking for potential witnesses.

Jake didn’t move. The tweaker’s hand trembled, and he held the knife all wrong. Jake could instantly tell how worried he should be about someone by how they held their knife. This guy didn’t know shit. He might as well have been holding a crayon. “I heard you fine, friend. I’m telling you to go away.”

“I ain’t your friend. I’ll cut your ass up, take your money and your truck.”

“Do you know how many bones are in the human body?” Jake asked after a beat.

The guy’s face clouded. “Huh?”

Jake jerked his head off the rest, and the guy with the knife took a half step back. “Two hundred and six. I’ve probably broken every one of them on a hundred different people at one point or another. Tougher guys than a shithead like you. But, I’ve never broken all two hundred and six on one guy at one time. Now, I’ve had a really bad day, so do yourself a favor and put your little popsicle stick in your pocket, leave me alone, and you won’t have to spend the next six months in intensive care learning how to walk again.”

The blade wavered as the tweaker considered his options. The resolve in Jake’s eyes blazed, and the punk took another two steps back. His partner already staggered back the way they came. The switchblade disappeared, and the tweaker chased after his partner. Jake’s hand relaxed on the gun, and he resumed his watch on Logan’s apartment.

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Author James L. Weaver

Author James L. Weaver

About the Author
James L Weaver is the Kansas City author of the Jake Caldwell series featuring IAN Thriller of the Year finalist Poor Boy Road and soon to be released Ares Road from Lakewater Press. He makes his home in Olathe, Kansas with his wife of 19 years and two children. His previous publishing credits include a six part story called “The Nuts” and his 5-star rated debut novel Jack & Diane which is available on Amazon.com. Author note: a handful of the raters are actually not related to him.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – SWEET VICTORY (Fighting for Love) by Gina L. Maxwell

SWEET VICTORY Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for SWEET VICTORY, the fourth book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, Fighting for Love, by USA Today and New York Times bestselling author, Gina L. Maxwell. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SWEET VICTORY (Fighting for Love #4) by Gina L. Maxwell

SWEET VICTORY (Fighting for Love #4) by Gina L. Maxwell

About the Book
Title:
SWEET VICTORY
Series: Fighting for Love #4
Author: Gina L. Maxwell
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: February 27, 2017
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Sophie Caldwell might not like asking for help, but help is what she needs if she’s going to save her family business from her uncle. Her grandma left one rule for Sophie if she wants to gain sole ownership before she’s thirty—get married. Yeah, fat chance of that happening since she hasn’t had a boyfriend in years, and now she can’t get her uncle off her ass.

British-born MMA fighter Xander James has never lost a fight, and he’s not about to start now. He’s on the brink of a comeback that could make him a UFC champion, but his landlord wants to take away his last chance by shutting down his gym. Hell, no. Fortunately, his landlord’s niece has a problem of her own. Time for a proposal she can’t refuse

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Xan’s body had tensed more with every minute he listened. Then Caldwell insulted Sophie, making Xander’s blood boil and his fists curl tight. The only thing she could do to stop the sale was get married, and the snide bastard flat out told her he didn’t believe for a second it would ever happen, now or ever.

What a bunch of bullshit. Xan would bet Sophie had men panting after her on the regular, and if her relationships didn’t last, it was probably because they couldn’t hold a candle to her raging fire.

That wouldn’t be the case if they ever got together, at least not in the bedroom. He would match her flame for flame until they incinerated everything around them. He’d been on the verge of letting those torrid images get the best of him again when the cruel words of her uncle smacked him back to the present.

“…the only way to acquire the trust is through a legitimate marriage. Considering your track record with men, I think we both know what the likelihood of that is.”

Fucking hell! To hear him speak so callously to a woman—his own niece—brought back painful memories of growing up hearing his father berate and belittle Xander’s mother. It’s why he often got involved in situations that were none of his business. He couldn’t stomach witnessing a woman being bullied.

Xan was going to make the tosser choke on his own words.

He stalked out to the front door, reached up, and flicked the little bell to signal his “arrival.” Turning around, he faced a perplexed Kristin who opened her mouth, presumably to ask if he’d fallen off his rocker. He held a finger up to his lips and shot her a look he hoped would brook no argument. She simply raised a single brow with interest.

Xan spoke loud enough for his voice to travel down the hallway to Sophie and her uncle. “Hello, Kristin, you’re looking lovely as ever,” he said, walking toward the hall. “Just popping in to see my girl after my run. Tell Billy I said hello, yeah?” Then he proceeded to eat up the short distance to reach the office.

Acting as though he had every right to barge in without knocking or asking for permission, he swung the door in wide just as she was approaching, hopefully to throw the asshole out of her office. Sophie’s chocolate eyes widened in surprise, her red-stained lips opening on a gasp.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

“Xander, what—”

That’s all she got out before his large hands took hold of her face and he slanted his mouth over hers for a claiming kiss. He wasn’t the sort of man to greet his woman with a chaste peck, but rather one of possession and ownership. One that marked her as his alone, without question, without challenge.

Only he hadn’t known that about himself until the moment his lips touched Sophie’s.

Mine. So fucking mine.

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Author Gina L. Maxwell

Author Gina L. Maxwell

About the Author
Gina L. Maxwell is a full-time writer, wife, and mother living in the upper Midwest, despite her scathing hatred of snow and cold weather. An avid romance novel addict, she began writing as an alternate way of enjoying the romance stories she loves to read. Her debut novel, Seducing Cinderella, hit both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists in less than four weeks, and she’s been living her newfound dream ever since.

When she’s not reading or writing steamy romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game) to her high school sweetheart, doing her best to hang out with their teenagers before they fly the coop, and dreaming about her move to sunny Florida once they do.

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Where to Find Gina L. Maxwell
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – FOR HIS EYES ONLY (Masters and Mercenaries) by Lexi Blake

FOR HIS EYES ONLY Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for FOR HIS EYES ONLY, the thirteenth book in the adult contemporary romantic suspense series, Masters and Mercenaries, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

FOR HIS EYES ONLY (Masters and Mercenaries #13) by Lexi Blake

FOR HIS EYES ONLY (Masters and Mercenaries #13) by Lexi Blake

About the Book
Title
: FOR HIS EYES ONLY
Series: Masters and Mercenaries #13
Author: Lexi Blake
Publisher: DLZ Entertainment, LLC
Category: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2017
LinksGoodreads | Amazon | Amazon UKBarnes & NobleiBooks | GooglePlay

Synopsis
A night he can’t forget

Five years ago, Nick Markovic found himself consumed by his quest for vengeance. The one time he managed to find peace was in the arms of Hayley Dalton. Being with her was like bathing in sunlight, and he ached to feel that again, but he couldn’t. He gave his oath to Hayley’s cousin Desiree, his partner at McKay-Taggart and Knight, that he’d never let his darkness infect Hayley’s innocent world.

A spark she can’t put out

It was years before that Hayley offered everything she had to Nick. After that one amazing night, all she wanted was to be his forever. Unfortunately, Nick’s reaction was to walk away from her and never look back. The warm and caring man she’d discovered was gone, and after Des’s death, he’d only grown colder. But when Hayley finds herself in mortal danger, she’s forced to seek protection from the man who broke her heart.

A flame that threatens to consume them both

Haunted by the women he failed, Nick can’t allow himself to grow close to Hayley again. Running to stay ahead of the powerful forces that endanger their lives, they travel from the lush Garden in London to the glittering lights of Rio. As the threat against her becomes clearer, he realizes that to keep her safe he must confront the demons from his past, even if it costs him a future with the woman he loves.

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Nick went back to staring at the report. “Hayley’s not mine. She was Desiree’s cousin. Now she’s my client.”

Who had been tired the night before and that was why she’d said the things she’d said. This morning she’d seemed much more sensible. After she’d had some sleep and a shower and had straightened herself up, she’d been quiet and seemingly reflective. She was very likely embarrassed by what had been said the night before.

I would get safety from murderers and I would get orgasms. I’m sorry, Nicky, you’re going to tell me how that’s a bad deal for me.

He was going to make sure she understood that his protection wasn’t based on whether or not she slept with him.

Because he wasn’t sleeping with her. He couldn’t hurt her that way again.

“So she was your old lover’s cousin,” Owen mused. “The lover you weren’t exclusive with and who wouldn’t marry you. The pretty girl who looks at you like you’re the sun in the sky is her cousin.”

“She looks at me like she would look at man who can save her.”

“I can save her.” Owen’s eyes lit up, his brows waggling. “Maybe she’ll look at me like that.”

Anger flared through his system. “Don’t you dare. I told you I would take care of her.”

His arms crossed over his big chest and Nick knew he’d been had. “Well, that answers the question with more honesty. You can pretend, but you like the girl. And if you honestly don’t then you need to know that the boys got a good look at her last night. If she’s going to be hanging about, she should be ready for some serious male attention.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The lads talked it over last night and decided there’s no dibs on this one. They all saw her at pretty much the same time. They looked over that dead body and saw her walking in the hall and that was when the fighting started. We all sat down and decided no dibs on her. She’ll get to pick. You should know that Sasha and Jax have decided if she picks either of them, they’re willing to share. I don’t play that way. That’s something I do know about meself. No need for you to be telling me that tale. If there’s going to be some sharing in the bedroom, it’s going to be the traditional kind between a man and a woman and her stacked best friend. That’s what I say.”

“You tell those boys to stay away from her or they will be dealing with me. They will not like to be dealing with me. I will put up with many things from them. They can poke all the corpses they like. They can punch each other. I do not care. They touch Hayley and I will be caring.”

“Wow, now you do sound Russian. A scary Russian. Still, I think if you don’t want the girl, shouldn’t she be allowed to choose? Think about it. It could be fun.”

“Are we talking about the lost boys and their battle for the new chick?” Kayla strode in, her hair in a high ponytail. It bounced as she walked, a testament to her seemingly ever-sunny personality. “I had babysitting duty last night and they kept talking about her even after lights out. Bad boys. I had a plan though. I think we make them compete in a beauty pageant. Hayley gets to judge.”

“I’m judging a beauty pageant?” Hayley followed behind Kay, and both women were followed by Charlotte Taggart and Penelope Knight. It looked like Hayley was rapidly being accepted by the women on his team.
That was not necessarily a good thing. The women on his team could create chaos like no others.

“That sounds like fun,” Charlotte said with a smile. “I think we should require Speedos for the bathing suit competition. No boring board shorts. If Hayley’s picking a lover, she needs to see some booty.”

Hayley stopped, her cheeks going the sweetest color of pink. “Wait. What?”

Penelope put a hand on her arm. “They’re teasing you, dear. Don’t worry about it. The lads will be very polite. Though you should expect some suitors while you’re here. Especially if you come down to the dungeon.”

Now he was the one flushing. “Excuse me?”

Hayley shook her head as she joined him at the table. “It’s nothing. I was just talking to the girls. Did you get the report? Penny said the Dallas office had found something.”

He was all too aware that they weren’t alone. Damon and Ian walked in with Brody Carter and Walter Bennett. The four men settled into chairs as the women joined them. Nick held out a chair for Hayley. He would have to remember that he couldn’t leave her alone for a minute or someone would be whispering in her ear, giving her ideas she shouldn’t have.

Like visiting The Garden on a play night.

It wasn’t happening.

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Author Lexi Blake

Author Lexi Blake

About the Author
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Where to Find Lexi Blake
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne) by J.C. Kang

SONGS OF INSURRECTION Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for SONGS OF INSURRECTION, the first book in the adult fantasy series, Daughter of the Dragon Throne, by J.C. Kang. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.Also, for a limited time, you can pick up all three books in the series for just $0.99 each.

SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1) by J.C. Kang

SONGS OF INSURRECTION (Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1) by J.C. Kang

About the Book
Title:
SONGS OF INSURRECTION
Series: Daughter of the Dragon Throne #1
Author: J.C. Kang
Publisher: Three Moons Press
Release Date: March 2, 2016
Genre: Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
Princess Kaiya’s voice could charm a dragon.

Had she lived when the power of music could still summon typhoons and rout armies, perhaps Cathay’s imperial court would see her as more than a singing fool. With alliances to build and ambitious lords to placate, they care more about her marriage prospects than her voice.

Only the handsome Prince Hardeep, a foreign martial mystic, recognizes her potential. Convinced Kaiya will rediscover the legendary but perilous art of invoking magic through music, he suggests her voice, not her marriage, might better serve the realm.

When members of the emperor’s elite spy clan– Kaiya’s childhood friend Tian and his half-elf sidekick (or maybe he’s her sidekick?)– discover mere discontent boiling over into full-scale rebellion, Kaiya must choose. Obediently wedding the depraved ringleader means giving up her music. Confronting him with the growing power of her voice could kill her.

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CHAPTER 1
Not-So-Chance Meetings

If marriage were a woman’s grave, as the proverb claimed, sixteen-year-old Princess Kaiya suspected the emperor was arranging her funeral. Entourage in tow, she shuffled through the castle halls toward the garden where General Lu waited. Given his notorious dislike of the arts, the self-proclaimed Guardian Dragon of Hua had undoubtedly envisioned a different kind of audition when he requested to hear her sing.

After all, she was dressed like a potential bride.

She buried a snort. The Guardian Dragon—such a pretentious nickname. The only real dragon, Avarax, who lorded over some faraway land, might make for a more appealing audience. A quick trip down his gullet would spare her a slow death in a marriage with neither love nor music.

And it wouldn’t matter what she wore.

The gaudy dress compensated for her numerous physical imperfections, but stifled the only thing that made her special. How was she supposed to sing with the inner robe and gold sash squeezing her chest, in a futile attempt to misrepresent her woefully underdeveloped curves? The tight fold of the skirts concealed her lanky legs, but forced a deliberate pace. At least the short stride delayed the inevitable, while preventing her unsightly feet from tripping on the hanging sleeves of the vermilion outer gown.

At her side, Crown Princess Xiulan glided across the chirping floorboards. Kaiya suppressed a sigh. If only she could move with the nonchalant grace of her sister-in-law, or even the six handmaidens trailing them. She dug her nails into clammy palms. Through this choreographed farce, appearances had to be maintained, lest she embarrass her father, the Tianzi.

Chin up, back straight. A racing heart threatened to ruin her already meager semblance of imperial grace. Eyes forward. Servants knelt on either side of the looming double doors, ready to slide them open. She forced a smile, with her best approximation of feminine charm. If only she’d lived before Dragon Songs had faded into legend, she could’ve sent the realm’s victorious hero fleeing with the song he supposedly wanted to hear.

An aging palace official stepped into her line of sight.

Singular focus on the doors broken, she blinked. Her fluttering pulse lurched to a stop as she blew out a breath.

His blue robes ruffled as he tottered forward with averted eyes and a bobbing head. He creaked down into a bow. “Emergency, Dian-xia,” he said, using the formal address for her rank. “The Tianzi commands you to greet a foreign delegation in the Hall of Bountiful Harvests.”

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About the Author
JC Kang’s unhealthy obsession with Fantasy and Sci-Fi began at an early age when his brother introduced him to The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Star Trek and Star Wars. As an adult, he combines his geek roots with his professional experiences as a Chinese Medicine doctor, martial arts instructor and technical writer to pen epic fantasy stories..

Where to Find J.C. Kang
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies) by Erin Hayes

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE, the second book in the adult mythology/urban fantasy series, The Elysium Legacies, by New York Times bestselling author, Erin Hayes. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies #2) by Erin Hayes

LIFE IS BUT A NIGHTMARE (The Elysium Legacies #2) by Erin Hayes

About the Book
Title: DAX
Series: The Player #2
Author: Nana Malone
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Genre:
Adult Mythology/Urban Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
The sequel to the genre-bending, hugely imaginative Death is but a Dream.

“There must always be a God of Wealth…”

Former police detective Callie Saunders shouldn’t be alive, but she’s been thriving with her new lease on life away from the machinations of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses.

Yet there’s always been someone missing from this little piece of paradise.

When a vengeful god kidnaps her son, she travels back to a world she barely understands to find him. A world where she must face humanity’s greatest enemies and her former lover. If she’s not careful, she’ll lose her soul again. And, maybe, even her heart.

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I thought you would have fought harder.” He flinched at that, turning his head away. “I thought, if not for me, for Paul.”

“Callista…” he started, but I couldn’t let him steer this conversation anymore.

“Are you trying to push me away?” I asked. This time, my voice hitched in my throat.

He didn’t answer.

“Look,” I said. I slipped my hand out of his. I couldn’t touch him. Not now. Not when there was an ocean of broken dreams between the two of us. “The only way I’ve been able to get through this—any of this—alone, is because I believe that you’ll be there for me on the other side. And I can’t do that if you…if you…don’t love me anymore.”

Once again, he didn’t answer. He just kept his head turned away from me.

“Say something…Plutus…”

No answer.

“Please?”

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Author Erin Hayes

Author Erin Hayes

About Nana Malone
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

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Where to Find Erin Hayes
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Chapter Reveal + Giveaway – SOUL MATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell) by Nadine Nightingale

SOUL MATES Chapter Reveal

Author Nadine Nightingale is unveiling the first chapter to SOUL MATES, the second book in her adult paranormal romance series, Drag.Me.To.Hell, releasing March 10, 2017. See below for information on the book and series, pre-order links, and an exclusive look at Chapter 1.

SOULMATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell #2) by Nadine Nightingale

SOULMATES (Drag.Me.To.Hell #2) by Nadine Nightingale

About the Book
Title: SOUL MATES
Series: Drag.Me.To.Hell #2
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: March 10, 2017
Genre:
 Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UKiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that.

He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until—

The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness.

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Jerking my eyes open, I’m blinded by the bright sunlight creeping through my chiffon curtains. “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door,” Alex’s favorite Guns N’ Roses song, blares through the speakers of my digital radio alarm clock. Awesome. As if jerk-face haunting me in my dreams isn’t bad enough. The universe seems to give a shit about the deal I’d made with my ex-lover. Or why else would it torture me with those fucking nightmares?

You’re such a slut!” Chelsea, aka the Nun, aka roommate from church-hell, yells from the living room. The walls of our three-bedroom apartment at Green House are too fucking thin.

“Oh yeah? And what are you, Jesus with boobs?” Bonnie, my best and only friend, barks.

Pressing a pillow over my head, I try to block their voices out. This isn’t how I pictured my new life at NYU, and it sure as hell isn’t what I had in mind when I’d given up my old, carefree life as a witch. I’m so over their senseless fights. They’ve been living together for a while now. They still can’t ignore each other. Granted, it’s hard to turn a blind eye to the Nun. If she isn’t demonstrating against abortion, or writing a blog post about Evil Women Who Scream Rape When They Practically Asked For It Because They Wore A Too- Short Skirt, she’s determined to make Bonnie’s life a living hell.

“That’s blasphemy, Bonnie!”

“Sue me.” The fighting continues.

That’s it! I’m going to kill ’em. With a headache from hell and still half asleep, I stumble to my door and yank it open. They’re standing in the common room, which consists of an open kitchen and a small living room. “Shut up! Both of you!”

Bonnie’s eyes almost pop out. “Did you hear what she just said?” She sounds offended.

“The whole freakin’ floor heard you guys,” I snap.

They shoot daggers at me. I don’t care. Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I walk to the fresh brewed coffee and pour some into a dirty cup. Why can’t these girls wash up?

Chelsea glares at me with an I’m-so-much-better- than-you expression, rolls her eyes, and heads to her room. The girl knows what’s good for her. Have to give her that much.

“I want her out!”

Jesus! “And I want you to stop yelling, Bonnie. I’m not deaf.”

She lowers her voice. “I’m serious. I can’t live with her.”

You don’t say? I take a drink of the black gold and pull myself onto the kitchen counter. “We’ve already tried to get rid of her, remember? But like it or not, all residence halls are full.”

Bonnie puts a hand on her hip. It’s paradoxical. Usually, I’m the one with temper issues. Lately, I couldn’t care less about bitch fights. “Did you have a good night?” I ask, trying to take her mind off the Nun. Bonnie’s pained expression fades, and she flashes me a bright smile. “I had a date with Cappuccino Guy. He was…” She pauses. “Wow. Just wow. I can totally set you up with one of his buddies. Just say the word.”

I knit my brows. “Nah. If I need a date doctor, I’ll call Hitch.” Downing the rest of the coffee, I get on my feet. “I need a shower.”

Bonnie throws her cute curls over her shoulder. Her shiny cognac eyes fill with concern. “Did you have another nightmare?”

I lean my hip against the counter and close my eyes. The vicious dream pushes through my subconscious. The images are so fucking vivid, it’s as if I’m still trapped in it.

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The wind rattled the leaves of the massive trees as plants wove around my ankles like poisonous snakes. I looked up. The sky closed in on me. Black wings beat the chilly air. Ravens owned the firmament. Hundreds of them blocked the faint light from the crescent moon.

Quickening my pace, I reached an old, savaged cemetery. My pulse jackknifed in my neck as I stared at an inverted cross leaning against the king-sized iron gates. I moved closer and read the inscription carved into the black wood: Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate. My Italian was rusty, but I knew Dante by heart. “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.” With a jarring sound, the gates opened.

Don’t do this.

Too late. It felt as if a magnetic pull lured me into the cemetery. I passed through the gates of hell.

Ravens perched on crooked gravestones, throwing spooky shadows on the burned grass. The tang of sulfur engulfed me, stinging my nostrils.

This was insane. Turn the fuck around and walk away.

Every cell in my body wanted to listen to the voice in my head. I couldn’t. The place had me under its spell.

“Amanda!”

Bonnie? I turned, trying to locate her.

“Amanda.”

Hysteria tinged my voice. “Bonnie, where the fuck are you?” Desperate, I faced one of the ravens. “Where is she?”

The bird’s charcoal eyes pierced me. Then it spread its wings and flew toward a shabby mausoleum. A single black candle burned on the steps. There it was again, the magnetic pull. In a trance-like state, I stumbled toward the old tomb and the door swung open.

“In here.” Bonnie’s honey-colored skin was wrapped in a white toga. She looked like a Greek goddess, but her beautiful cognac eyes were white and empty.

I blinked. “What the hell is going on?”

A crooked smile on her lips, she yanked the door open farther. “Come and see for yourself.”

“What the—” Peeking over her shoulder, words stuck in my throat. My heart stopped. “Alex?” He laid on a mortuary table.

Was he—

No! I tried to push past my best friend, but inhuman and terrifying laughter pulsated through the eerie night.

“He’s gone, Amanda,” a dark voice whispered.

An ocean of black feathers covered the ground.

Ravens croaked in agony as a shadowy figure in a dark cloak crushed them with its boots.

Dread infected my system and I had trouble breathing. I wanted to run, but the black feathers turned into rattling snakes. The creatures hissed, and I knew they’d attack if I made a wrong move. “W-who the hell are you?”

The demon laughed. “Ah, love. ‘What is in a name?’” The snakes crawled left and right, opening a path for the cloaked creature. “‘That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet,’” the black shadow said, advancing toward me.

I should have been shocked by the fact a demon quoted Shakespeare, but my gaze drifted back to Alex. “What did you do to him?”

The shadow figure stopped inches in front of me and ran its blazing hand over my cheeks. “All in good time, love.” Then Bonnie slammed the mausoleum door shut, trapping Alex’s lifeless body inside.

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“Amanda?” Bonnie’s voice draws me back to the present. “Did you have another nightmare?”

I run an index finger over the dark circles beneath my eyes and nod. “They’re getting worse.”

“Worse how?”

I trace the scar Walter’s bullet left on my chest, not sure how to describe the uncanny feeling. “They’re way too real. I’ve slept eight hours, yet I feel like I was up all night, running a triathlon.”

Bonnie grabs the coffee pot and pours me another cup. “Did you call Alex?”

Did Cappuccino Guy screw her brains out? Alex, aka jerk-face, is the last person I’d give a buzz. Twenty- one months ago, hunter-heroic barged into my life and made me believe we had a chance at happiness. For the first time, I indulged in the fantasy love wasn’t just an illusion. When the witch hunter learned I was his favorite kind of prey, things turned ugly fast. He threatened to kill me, and if it wasn’t for his brother Jesse, he would have gone through with his threat. Then, three months ago, he walked back in my life with a proposal I couldn’t pass up. His brother had gone missing, and if I helped him, he would never bother me again. We found Jesse and saved a bunch of kids abducted by a bokor and his pedophile asshole friend, Walter. Alex honored his promise and didn’t contact me again.

“Why would I call him? Jesse is safe, I paid my dues, and he hasn’t bothered me again. Everything is perfect.”

Bonnie arches a brow. “You don’t look so perfect, Amanda.”

“Really?” I grin, or at least I try. “I thought I totally rocked this American Apparel underwear.”

“Amanda.” She folds her hands over my shoulders. “We both know he isn’t just any guy. He’s the f—”

Anger rises through me like toxic smoke. “Don’t you dare,” I warn her. “You promised you’d never bring this up.”

She plays with a strand of her rebellious curls. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m worried. Ever since you went on that stupid road trip, you don’t date, don’t screw.” She draws a deep breath. “Fuck. You don’t even live.”

I’m so not up for this conversation. I put the cup in the sink and stalk to our tiny bathroom next to my room. “Don’t wait on me,” I hiss, slamming the door shut.
“You’re such a bitch,” she barks. I couldn’t agree more.

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Working the dayshift at Lindy’s Diner, I refill the sticky sugar bowls. It’s been three months since I said goodbye to my past. Two months without reading cards. One month of respectable work as a waitress, and two fucking weeks of nightmares. Goddammit, I feel like a freaking member of AA.

“Amanda!” Lindy calls from the kitchen.

Hands shaking, head thumping, I put the sugar down and turn around. “Yeah?”

Deep lines on her forehead, she raises a brow at me. “New customer. Table two.”

God, I miss my old life. I straighten my apron and grab a menu. Approaching table two with a half-hearted smile, I put the menu down. “Welcome to Lindy’s Diner.” I point to my tag. “My name is Amanda. What can I get ya?” The sentence is branded into my brain. You wanted this, I remind myself. Yeah, but back then I hadn’t known a normal life was equivalent with becoming suicidal.

“What would you suggest?” my new customer asks. He’s about twenty-five, wears a fancy black suit and expensive leather shoes. Not exactly a typical Lindy’s Diner customer.

I pull the pen out of my ponytail and reach for my notepad. “Pancakes are nice. Apple pie is great. Everything else pretty much sucks.” Joe, our Italian chef, is freakin’ amazing, but Lindy likes to keep her costs low. Even Joe can’t turn shit into gold.

The dude leans back, and his lips curve up at the corners. “Pancakes and pie it is, then.”

I jot down his order and walk to the kitchen. After handing the paper to Joe, I nibble on cookies until my phone vibrates in the back pocket of my jeans. Peeking through the kitchen door, I check if Lindy is nearby before pulling it out.

Bonnie’s name flickers across the screen. I hadn’t expected to hear from her after our little argument that morning, but the girl doesn’t just love me at my best. She also accepts me at my worst. And in the last couple of weeks, I’ve been nothing but at my worst.

Still mad? she texted.

Maybe, I sent back, not ready to let her off the hook so easily.

Suck it up. Double-date tonight nine. Dress up, he’s hot!

Has she lost her mind? I look like one of the zombie strippers. Hot on the outside, rotten and dead within. No!

Yes!

Bonnie had made up her mind, and the girl is like a pit bull when she wants something. I’m bound to lose a WhatsApp argument with her, so I decide to talk her out of it later. We’ll see.

See you in Penrose’s class?

Yes. I hit the send button and put the phone away before Lindy catches me texting.

I return to the counter and see the guy with the fancy leather shoes holding up his cup. “Table two,” Lindy snaps.

“I’m not blind.”

“Then move your lazy ass. The coffee ain’t serving itself.”

Grabbing the pot, I stalk toward him. “Anything else?” I ask, filling his cup. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch, but I just can’t help it.

He studies me with big, arctic-blue eyes. There’s something about them that gives me the creeps. I just can’t put my finger on what it is. I try to read his aura, but the colors are blurred. I haven’t had a clear reading since the damn nightmares started. I’ve tried, God knows I have, but it’s like I’m constantly glaring at a fucking rainbow. What good is it to be a witch if you can’t use your gifts?

“I’m Legend, by the way.”

Sure, and I’m Jada Pinkett Smith.

“Would you, maybe, care to join me?” He sounds casual, not pushy.

“Sorry. Can’t,” I grumble.

He holds my gaze. Chills ripple through me. Oh no. Not here. Not now.

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The way too familiar scent of rusty iron and death hung in the air as Legend stood in the living room of the comfy family home. He’d been told by the first responding officers the scene was barbaric, but the word couldn’t adequately describe what he saw. Vicious crimson stains covered the walls, part of a liver lay on a white leather sofa, and a bloody hand print decorated the large flat-screen TV.

Legend drew a deep breath and focused on the disfigured corpse. The weird symbol carved into his head bugged Legend a lot. Four people slaughtered, and all wearing the same mark.

“Sir,” a young officer said to him. “The coroner is here.”

“Give me a sec,” he ordered, scanning the crime scene. No sign of forced entry, no murder weapon, and he’d bet his ass there’d be no DNA or fingerprints.

The young officer glared at the corpse. His face slightly green, he looked sick to his stomach. “What animal would do something like that?”

Animal was the keyword. The rib cage of the poor bastard was torn into pieces, most of his organs removed, the body had been twisted in an unnatural way, and the victim’s face unrecognizable. “I don’t know,” Legend said. “But whatever killed him won’t stop.”

“Whatever? You mean whoever, right?”

Legend pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and went to the door. “No. I meant whatever.”

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My knees are like jelly as the sickening vision fades. The symbol carved into the man’s head had been a sigil. In other words, a demon’s calling card. Every demon has its own. But this one, I had seen before. It had been carved into the chest of Mister Sinister, the guy who’d attacked me in an alley. The dude Alex thought I’d iced.

“Are you all right?” Legend sounds genuinely concerned.

My hands tremble. “Just a little dizzy.”

He loosens the collar of his shirt. A weird tattoo crawls over his neck. Looks like some sort of symbol. “Sure you don’t want to join me, Amanda?”

Before I can answer, Lindy shouts, “Amanda!”

For once, I’m glad my boss is a freaking tyrant. “Sorry. Gotta go.”

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KARMA (Drag.Me.To.Hell #1) by Nadine Nightingale

KARMA (Drag.Me.To.Hell #1) by Nadine Nightingale

About Book 1
Title: KARMA
Series: Drag.Me.To.Hell #1
Author: Nadine Nightingale
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: May 4, 2016
Genre:
 Adult Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Barnes & NobleiBooks | Kobo

Synopsis
People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite…Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy.

Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me.

Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…

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Author Nadine Nightingale

Author Nadine Nightingale

About the Author
Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.

Her love for writing started in the sixth grade where she annoyed her classmates with a short story featuring Sailor Moon characters, a cemetery, and creepy ghosts. Yes, she’s always been addicted to the dark side. Nadine writes paranormal romance. Her debut novel “Karma” the first book in her paranormal romance series Drag.Me.To.Hell. is published by the Wild Rose Press and will be out in May 2016. She has a serious girl crush on her protagonist Amanda Bishop.

Nadine has a BA in Comparative Religions and studied Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit) by Charlotte Penn Clark

THE PARTNERSHIP Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE PARTNERSHIP, the first book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Extra Credit, by Charlotte Penn Clark. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit #1) by Charlotte Penn Clark

THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit #1) by Charlotte Penn Clark

About the Book
Title:
THE PARTNERSHIP
Series: Extra Credit #1
Author: Charlotte Penn Clark
Release Date: March 1, 2017
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
They’re just partners….

Kyle’s got a problem. He needs to pass college composition to graduate but he can’t get words on a page. And it’s landed him in a pilot class called Extra Credit for students in trouble — when all he wants is to be left alone.

Lani’s got a problem too. She doesn’t like making waves and it gets her stuck in that Extra Credit class. When she ends up partnered with Kyle things start getting complicated. Kyle is angry, restless, impatient; Lani is calm, introverted, bookish. But when these opposites attract how will they manage to stay “just partners”?

Extra Credit is a New Adult series that takes place on a college campus and puts three unlikely couples together to see what happens. Each novella is in dual point-of-view with a happy ending that can be read as a standalone, though they’re better together…! The series includes sexy times that are only meant for readers over 18.

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Excerpt
Chapter 1: KYLE

I hate this bullshit. I look around the classroom. A small gray-haired woman writes some stuff on the blackboard. A few students are already slumped in chairs dragged into a half circle. Others are still straggling in. They look young–like I’m here with freshmen and sophomores, for fuck’s sake!—and they must be losers if they’re here, right? But then I’m the loser who failed freshman comp and put off re- taking it til spring of senior year…. And it’s 8 a-fucking-m! Maybe I can sleep through this crap. I tip my baseball cap down, lean backwards until my chair is half off the floor, and close my eyes.

A low level of murmuring voices from the room runs under the hot dream I’m having. A chick wears short shorts that cling to her ass and wraps her long legs around a stripper’s pole. Her long hair sweeps forward as she twists and turns, her tits swaying in a brief top that shows a strip of bare skin at her waist.

“KYLE MADISON!” The teacher’s voice sends my chair crashing back to the ground and I jerk awake. Christ, did I groan? I raise my eyes and everyone’s staring. The girl in the next chair over turns to face me and I get stuck on a pair of golden brown eyes. Yeah, golden. Like, not light brown or dark brown, but brown and yellow mixed together. Wide-set and slightly tilted, with long, dark lashes. And calm. Not angry, not sad, not mocking, not accusing, not disappointed, not angry…. I blink. How long was I dreaming if I didn’t notice her come in?

“MISTER MADISON?”

“Uhh—“ I tear my gaze away from those eyes to search for the voice. The teacher reads from a piece of paper at the front of the room. She’s waiting for me to say something.

‘Uhh—Here?”

I hear some snickering and the teacher sighs, dropping her paper to study me.

“Is that a question? You tell me. Are you Kyle Madison and are you here?” Her voice is patient, but there’s more snickering. I just nod.

She continues calling the roster so I go back to Golden Eyes, but her eyes don’t meet mine now and I miss that shot of calm. Still, it gives me a minute to check out the rest of her. Creamy golden skin, lush pink mouth, high cheekbones, long, long, hair—very dark and very straight. My eyes are drifting down, looking forward to the rest of her, when I freeze in horror. Is that…even a sweater? It looks more like a rug with sleeves. I can’t tell if there’s a body under there at all. And the rest is worse—she could be wearing three skirts for all the ruffles she’s got. I can’t help shaking my head. The waste!

“NALANI ITO?”

Golden Eyes gives a little wave. “Please call me Lani,” she says in a quiet, husky voice. So much sexy potential there, just thrown away! She must have seen my expression because her eyes are back on mine and this time there’s a hint of laughter in them. What’s she laughing about? I scowl at her, but she smiles shyly. And again there’s that calm.

The teacher interrupts again. “Welcome to a pilot program we’re calling Extra Credit. I’m Marjorie Jordan. You can call me Marjorie. We’ll start today with some talking and some writing and some….”

I raise my hand impatiently and she pauses, perching on the edge of her desk. “Are we being graded for this?”

“No. This isn’t a course. It’s a required program for students in borderline situations. If you participate in good faith you’ll receive extra credit in the course you’re struggling in….” Her look at me seems pointed, which is annoying as fuck.

“Or your disciplinary problem will be excused….” Wait, was she looking at Golden Eyes? Disciplinary problems!? That I need to hear about.

“It depends on your situation. There will be some homework assignments but think of them more as exercises in self-knowledge.” She scans the room and I’m curious what we’re all in for, but mostly I’m speculating about Golden Eyes’ misbehavior. Maybe it’s for crimes against fashion. I snicker.

“Wait, back up, please.” A pretty blond chick raises her hand and she seems familiar. I wonder if I ever made out with her. Mostly I keep to myself, but a guy’s got needs.

“What do you mean by ‘good faith’?” she asks in accented English, frowning.

“Good question, Annika.” The teacher seems pleased, and I want to roll my eyes. “Good faith means you fulfill the spirit of this work as well as the letter. You question your assumptions, reflect on your behavior, keep an open mind about our process….”

Process? WTF?

“To begin, then, I’d like you to take out a piece of paper and pen and write for a few minutes about why you’re here and what you hope to get out of this experience.”
I drop my hand against my desk and the sound is surprisingly loud. Everyone looks at me.

“Anyone have a pen I can borrow–?” I didn’t think we were going to have to do anything the first day…. Isn’t that like a tradition? Someone hands me a pen.

“And a piece of paper?” Most of the others are writing already and I feel frustration rising as usual. I clench and unclench my fists, stretch out my legs, glance around again. Marjorie is watching me. This sucks. Golden Eyes shoves a piece of paper torn from her notebook at me and I mumble some thanks.

“Can we write on our laptops instead?”

I shoot a glance over to see which geek brought a laptop to the first class. Yeah, that one. Wrinkled oxford shirt, glasses, stick up his butt.

“No,” Marjorie responds. Then she starts, looking at the wall clock. “So sorry, guys, but I forgot there’s something I have to tell my colleague before he leaves for the day. Keep writing. I’ll be back in ten.” The door bangs shut behind her.

We all look at each other in confusion. Then the room quiets so the only sounds are rustling papers. I’ve started after everyone else but I finish first. I glance around uncertainly. What are they writing? I got two good sentences.

“What’s your name? You live in Barnes, don’t you?” Conversations start up across the half circle and I recognize the guy on my other side. Everyone knows Matt—he’s president of his frat, captain of the soccer team… a real BMOC. I heard his dad is a judge and his mom is a senator–and that sounds about right.

“Hey, Matt” I say, putting out a fist. What is he doing here? He nods, bumping my fist with his Blond Foreign Girl looks over at me and Matt from across the semicircle. “I’m surprised to see you here, Matt.” Her eyes flicker over him.Likewise,” he mumbles and his eyes flicker over her. Just then Marjorie bustles back into the room, her face expectant. “So,” she says, hands on hips. “Now I’d like you to write down an account of what happened in here while I was out of the room. Did you notice any patterns?”

We freeze and all the whispering and joking stops.

“What do you mean by ‘patterns’?” someone asks. It’s a girl I haven’t noticed before. She’s sitting on the far side of the room in a sweatshirt with the hood up.

“Decide for yourselves,” Marjorie says. Holy crap, I hate it when teachers won’t answer a fucking question! Isn’t that what they’re paid for?

I let out a loud sigh and start writing on the flip side of my one piece of paper. I glance at the clock to see how much longer till I’m out of here. I’d like to go back to my room and catch a few zzzs before bio lab. I check on Golden Eyes because sometimes I catch her looking at me and then I get to stare into those deep calm eyes again. This time she’s got her head down and she’s writing furiously. Her long silky hair slides forward and she tucks it behind one ear. I crane my neck to see what she’s writing, but it’s half hidden by her arm. She bites down on her plump lower lip like she’s totally focused on what she’s doing and I’m glad she can’t see my expression.

After a few minutes Marjorie makes us read what we’ve got. The girl in the hoodie reads one written like a screenplay that has us all cracking up.

“GIRL, actually writing something down. Who is she trying to impress?

BOY, sprawled in chair, leans over to look down girl’s shirt but loses balance and falls on face. What kind of dumbass doesn’t even bring a PEN to class?”

My eyes narrow and my head snaps up to glare at her.

“Really, Kyle?” Matt sounds fake-disappointed. And, shit, I wasn’t even looking down her shirt! And I didn’t fall on my goddamned face so that’s FICTION. I open my mouth to defend myself, then close it again. Marjorie has moved on.

Geeky Guy reads from his notebook. “When left to ourselves, the veneer of civilization drops away and we all talk at the same time, jostling for position on the social hierarchy….” He goes on and the room quiets. Man, that one’s deep. Next to me Golden Eyes is still scribbling.

When it’s my turn I read, “I’m here because of college composition. I hope to get out of this experience.” Matt snorts next to me and I continue. “Bullshit. We serve it up. Teacher feeds it back to us. That’s been education since the dawn of time. Those ten minutes were like a brief recess before we’re put back in our cages.” I can’t help ducking my head. That came out kinda harsh, didn’t it? Marjorie doesn’t respond.

Matt reads something long-winded about identifying a problem first so you can solve it. Diagnosis is the first step to treatment…. I got to hand it to him. It sounds good. I give him a thumbs up.

Then we’re on to Blond Foreign Girl. “Dear Marjorie, when you left the room Matt and Kyle started talking to each other and I could tell Matt was gossiping about me. I don’t think I should have to take a class with a stupid lying jerk who must have done something pretty dumb to get stuck here. Besides I didn’t do the thing I was accused of doing that got me sent here (I can talk to you about this after class if you have time).”

I shoot an incredulous look at Matt, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Annika.

“You’re a world-class bitch, you know that, Annika?” he says coolly. She smirks as if she has made her point and their stare-off continues. The rest of us wait on tenterhooks for Marjorie to respond. She tilts her head at Annika.

“What are you trying to say to Matt, Annika?” Annika jerks her attention off Matt. “Whaaat?” It’s a magical moment.
“You want him to know that you really don’t like him? Is that it?” Annika flushes and Matt smiles broadly. “It’s okay. I get it, Annika,” he says soothingly. I think I can hear Blond Foreign Girl grinding her teeth from over here. And now I’m certain I haven’t slept with her. And pretty certain Matt has. In fact, their whole story is coming back to me now.

I raise my eyebrows at Matt and he shrugs. “Been there. Done that.”

Whoa, that’s kind of low. The girls in the room suddenly look like warrior maidens. Backs go rigid like they’ve been stuck with cattle prods. Arms cross in front like actual breastplates. It’s kind of scary.

Matt leans back in his chair, doing a pretty good imitation of not giving a fuck about the attention he’s getting. Annika is still trying to carve him into pieces with her eyes. She looks like a supermodel so I can see why he tapped that, but her personality is really a problem.

“Why is it so important to embarrass Annika?” Marjorie asks Matt. He straightens.

“She started it—“

Marjorie sighs and moves on to Golden Eyes. I sit up, interested now. In that low soothing voice Golden Eyes reads what she wrote. And it’s a list. Of patterns, for fuck all.

“Defensive: no one actually fesses up to what they are here for. Sarcastic: no one states seriously what they want from the class.” This is what she was writing all that time. We were all snarking at each other and she was making her list of patterns. “Noah’s was the longest. Kyle’s was the shortest. His complained about writing, but one of his sentences was punny.”

I want to raise my arms—touchdown! Wait, who’s Noah? I look around suspiciously as Golden Eyes continues.

“Matt’s was all pseudo-smart bullshit. Annika’s was bitterness embodied. Holly’s was the funniest. And as for the time we spent alone? The conversations I heard were works in progress, overlapping, interrupted, fragmentary, unfinished. Some are beginnings and some have history. I wonder how we’ll look back on this first class when we get to the last one.”

Marjorie beams. I stare at Golden Eyes, who looks a little tense–but so she should. It’s hard to take a prompt seriously and not sound like a complete idiot or a suck up. I know that for a fact because I can’t do it. But Golden Eyes did it in ten minutes.

The prof dismisses us and tells us to bring a notebook to the next class because we’re going to have to keep a journal for the rest of the semester. I’d groan except I’m too busy trying to figure out this girl with the mesmerizing eyes and mad writing skills. She’s packing up her bag and as she stands I can tell that she’s taller than average, slender, and graceful. I hear a little tinkling sound like bracelets in motion, but I can’t tell where it comes from. I wish like hell she wasn’t surrounded by that force field of fabric.

She sweeps her dark hair behind one shoulder as she picks up her backpack, then meets my eyes again. I shouldn’t keep staring at her. I’m almost outta here. All I have to do now is keep my head down and pass composition….

“Bye Kyle,” she says softly.

“Bye Lani,” I say. That’s all I’ve got.

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Author Charlotte Penn Clark

Author Charlotte Penn Clark

About the Author
Charlotte Penn Clark is a lifelong reader of historical romances and a writer of contemporary and new adult romances. She puts smart women and sexy men in complicated situations while trying to keep them away from Awful Misunderstandings. Her Carmichael series interweaves the lives and loves of five privileged sisters in a political family. Her new series, Extra Credit, tells the stories of three unlikely couples thrown together on a college campus. She lives in New York City with her family.

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Where to Find Charlotte Penn Clark
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