Cover Reveal – REKINDLED (Circuit Fae) by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge


Welcome to the blog tour for REKINDLED, a NEMESIS prequel novella in the young adult paranormal romance series, The Circuit Fae, by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

REKINDLED (Circuit Fae #3.5) by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

REKINDLED (Circuit Fae #3.5) by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

About the Book
Series: The Circuit Fae #3.5
Author: Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
Publisher: Firefly Hill Press
Release Date: March 26, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
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“If you like reading about the fae, other realms and watching two bada** chicks fight then you will love this series! – The Avid Reader

It’s good to be queen. Except when it’s a total disaster.

Syl Skye, newly crowned Queen of Fair Faerie, would be psyched to be the ruler of her Summer realm, except for two things.

First, her girlfriend Rouen Rivoche became Queen of Dark Faerie, the Winter realm. That would be great except the Winter realm’s always been at war with Summer. By tradition, that makes Rouen Syl’s mortal enemy. That said, love can break past old hatred, right? Especially with a new foe about to attack them both.

Ah, no.

Which brings us to Syl’s second problem. Rouen’s under a dark spell and doesn’t remember Syl, their lives, their love. Worse, if Syl doesn’t break the spell by the next new moon, Rouen will forget her forever.

“Fast paced, full of action, never a moment of bore! Strongly recommended!” – Annarella, Goodreads

To defeat their foe, it’ll take two soul-bound queens whose hearts and minds act as one. Trouble is, no one has ever broken the dark spell Rouen suffers from.

Good thing Syl isn’t the type of queen who gives up easily.

Don’t miss Syl and Roue’s adventures in REKINDLED, the new prequel novella to NEMESIS, Book 4 of the Circuit Fae

Don’t miss out!

Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.


CIRCUIT FAE is about two Fae queens, Syl the Summer Queen and Rouen the Winter Queen. Mortal enemies. Girlfriends. Relationship status: it’s complicated. In this scene, an enemy has Rouen captive and has cast a memory curse on her to forget Syl. Of course, Syl’s trying to save her.

If anyone’s going to save Rouen, it’s gonna be me.

Even if it means going up against troll bodyguards. Our plan is either genius or insane. I can’t tell. But it involves my charm, Pru’s cooking, and Lennon’s hacking skills.

We got this. “Ready for Plan #7?” I say to Pru and Lennon.

“Yup.” Pru pushes our way to the front. Her natural-born ability to push people’s buttons is key to Phase I. “Hey!” She waves the tart under the trolls’ noses.

Brocky, the bigger one, turns, the meaty sinews in his neck creak like grinding rocks. His eyes zero in on the tart. He doesn’t even bother to wipe away the drool. “Give it.”

“Mine.” Grinning obnoxiously, Pru shoves the entire tart in her mouth. “Soooo good.” Her voice is muffled by all that delicious pastry as she goads them. “My special recipe, boys, and can I just say? It’s like heaven and Nirvana had a custard baby.”

She’s got both trolls’ full attention now, both of them growling and balling their fists. Yup, they are mad with a capital M. Good going, Pru.

I step up next to her. “Who wants the last one?”


“Give it. Now.”

Hands the size of my head reach out for the tart.

I fake-stretch across the barrier, pretending I can’t reach. “Sorry, guys. Too short. You’ll have to come closer.”

For a tense second, Brocky and Dyll look at each other.

My heart slams against my rib cage. They won’t go for it. No one’s this stupid… And if Plan 7 is a bust, I won’t get Roue alone, and tonight’ll be a total waste.

Come on, take the bait. Good trolls. Nice trolls.

“Or I could just eat it.” Pru ups the ante by reaching for the tart.

“No!” Both trolls lumber away from the backstage door to loom over us. Behind my back, I give Lennon a go-go-go gesture, and she slides through the crowd toward the locked door.

Plan 7 is officially in motion.

“Give it.” Brocky thrusts out a meaty hand, wiggling rootlike fingers. Drool dribbles from the corner of his mouth.

“Welllll…” I scrunch my forehead, pretending to think hard. “I can’t exactly give it to both of you, can I?”

Dyll, the smaller troll, works his lower tusks. “No?” he guesses.

“No is right, big guy.” Pru chucks his chin, just to be extra annoying.

I wave the tart under their twitching noses. “Who’s it going to be, boys? You?” I snatch it away when Brocky reaches, then I tease Dyll with it. “Or your friend?”

Brocky growls like an avalanche crushing a mountain. “What friend?”

Ha! This is too easy. Candy from babies. “Well, if you’re not friends, you could…I don’t know…fight for it?”

Brocky snarls angrily, Dyll huffs through his tusks, and I freeze like a deer in the headlights. Crap. That might’ve been a step too far. They’re going to see Lennon, with her tiny homemade hacking laptop (she calls it a“deck” after an old RPG) hooked up to the door’s security panel…

Ugh. Fight for it? Really, Syl? My heart sinks. This’ll never work.

Wham! Brocky punches Dyll in the mouth, sending the smaller troll reeling into the barriers. Slam! Crash! The metal barriers topple over, and the crowd rears back in fear as Dyll tackles Brocky into the building.

Or…it could TOTALLY work.

As the two trolls go at it, WWE-style, I slip past them to where Lenn’s feverishly hacking the security system on the door.

“One more second…” Lennon’s fingers fly over her deck.

The panel light turns from red to green. With a sharp click, the door opens.

“Thanks, Lenn.” I practically dive into the club’s dark backstage area. I glance back at Pru. She gives me the thumbs-up as she cheers on the trolls, winding them up into a frothing frenzy.


Getting past the trolls was easy. Convincing a memory-spelled Roue that I’m not her mortal enemy, that she’s the queen of the dark Fae, and our realms need us?

That might be the hardest thing I ever do.


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Author Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Author Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

About the Author
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.

She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.

She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.

GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.


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Blog Tour – Excerpt – DOWNFALL by Jay Crownover

DOWNFALL Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for DOWNFALL, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jay Crownover. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

DOWNFALL by Jay Crownover

DOWNFALL by Jay Crownover

About the Book
Author: Jay Crownover
Release Date: March 27, 2019
 Adult Contemporary Romance
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Solomon Sanders doesn’t have time to fall in love. Until a stunning, skittish, single mother forces him to pause and recognize just how empty and hollow his busy life has become.

From the start, it’s been ingrained in Solo’s DNA to fight.

Fight for what he believes is right.

Fight for the people he loves.

Fight for the traces of good in a place which tends to be filled with a variety of bad.

Fight for survival, so at some point, his life will quiet down and find a normal pace.

He wasn’t ready for the impact his secretive, shy, obviously out of place new neighbor was going to have on him. And never in a million years was he prepared to fall head over heels for her and her young daughter.

Now, he’s facing the most important, and the hardest fight he’s ever fought… the battle to win Orley’s damaged heart.

Orley Vincent’s heart is full of fear, leaving no space for love. Until a big, brash, brawler of a man forces his way in and makes her realize facing her fears is the only way she can ever be free.

From the start, Orley was groomed to believe she wasn’t good enough.

She wasn’t the perfect daughter. Or student. Or girlfriend.

But, she has always been the best mother she could be to her daughter, Noble.

Keeping Noble safe has always been the one thing she was determined to do, which ironically, is how she ended up on the wrong side of the tracks, living next door to an unlikely hero. Orley’s a woman on the run. She had no idea her frantic sprint was going to land her in the tattooed arms of a man ready to teach her how to fight for herself… and for love.





“I’m not anyone’s savior, Orley. Don’t get that confused.”

She sighed again and pushed herself up off the floor. “I’m not confused. I’m incredibly lucky.” She sounded like she felt anything but lucky. “I want to do something nice for you. I have limited options, but if you want to come next door for dinner one night, Noble and I would love to have you.” She waved a hand around my kitchen, “I may have noticed you don’t keep much of anything edible on hand when I was looking for the coffee.”

Guiltily, I glanced at the abandoned bag of tater tots on the couch. “I’m on the go a lot. I usually just grab something I can eat on the run. Plus, I can’t cook.” My mom was a great cook, though, or she had been at one point. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a home-cooked meal. “Do you cook?” She was so young, it was hard to picture her slaving over a hot stove on the regular.

Orley nodded. “Sure. I mostly throw stuff together geared to the palate of a toddler, but I’m sure I can figure out something adult appropriate for one night. I really owe you more than I can ever repay. Being a good neighbor is the least I can do.”

I did a mental rundown of my week trying to find a hole where I could fit her in. Not for the first time a wave of exhaustion washed over me when I realized how every hour of my days were packed. It shouldn’t be nearly impossible to eke out a night for something as easy as dinner. Finally deciding I was just going to have to skip a training session or get up even earlier to work on school work, I told Orley I would be over on Wednesday night.

She nodded at me and took a step forward. I went to move out of the way so she could get out of the small space without feeling crowded, but she caught me completely off guard when she walked right up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I felt her soft breath against the base of my throat and her soft hair brush against the bottom of my chin. I reflexively put an arm around her shoulders and returned her embrace. If she tilted her head back just a little, there wasn’t enough self-control in the world for me to keep my mouth off of hers. I would kiss the shit out of her, even though I knew it was the last thing she needed.

“I’ve never had anyone like you in my life, Solo. You terrify me.” She hugged me hard enough I had to bite my tongue to keep the yelp of pain from my jacked-up ribs at bay.

“That street goes both ways, Orley. I’ve never met anyone like you either.” I never thought I would to be honest.

She let me go and took a deep breath. She was halfway across the room when I realized something. “Hey, what about you. You never told me your last name.”

She stopped by the door, her back to me. For a minute I thought she didn’t hear me, but then she pulled the door open and called softly, “I’ll see you on Wednesday night.”

She slipped out the door without another word, leaving me with one more piece of a puzzle I was determined to put together. Figuring out my pretty neighbor was going to have to wait. I still needed to shower and drive out to see my mom. My obligations were never-ending and usually I liked being busy enough I didn’t have to think about much of anything. Lately, I found myself resenting every minute that took my attention away from the mysterious redhead I couldn’t stop thinking about.




Author Jay Crownover

Author Jay Crownover

About the Author
Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.






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Blog Tour – Excerpt – FATAL RECKONING (Fatal) by Marie Force


Welcome to the blog tour for FATAL RECKONING, the 14th book in the adult romantic suspense series, Fatal, by New York Times bestselling author, Marie Force. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

CAN'T BUY ME LOVE (Butler Vermont #2) by Marie Force

CAN’T BUY ME LOVE (Butler Vermont #2) by Marie Force

About the Book
Series: Butler Vermont #2
Author: Marie Force
Publisher: Harlequin Romance
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2017
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When tragedy strikes, a cold case suddenly turns hot—and deadly

A peaceful morning is shattered when Washington Metro Police lieutenant Sam Holland’s beloved father succumbs to injuries from an unsolved shooting while on duty four years ago. As the community rallies around Sam and her family, one thing becomes crystal clear: her father’s death has turned the unsolved case into a homicide—and it’s on her to bring her father’s killer to justice.

But the case has been cold for years…until an anonymous tip that’s too shocking to believe leads Sam down a dark and dangerous path. Her husband, Vice President Nick Cappuano, knows if she can’t solve this case, it will haunt her for the rest of her life. She’ll need the strength of their bond to pull her out of the darkness before it’s too late, because as the missing pieces rapidly fall into place, Sam realizes the truth might just break her all the same—and that her father’s killer isn’t done yet…




Excerpt #1
Chapter 1

As she had every morning for seven days, Sam reached across the bed, looking for Nick, finding his side of the bed cold and unoccupied. He would be home from his trip to Europe later that day. Thank God. In his absence, she’d been forced to make due with rushed FaceTime conversations on their son Scotty’s phone, texts and the press coverage of the trip that had included an audience with Queen Elizabeth. Sam had been sorry to miss the chance to meet a woman she idolized, but she’d remained at home to care for their Scotty as well as Alden and Aubrey, the five-year-old twins who’d recently become part of their family after their parents were murdered.

She’d put the time to good use, getting “the littles,” as Nick had nicknamed the twins, back on a schedule that included a return to their preschool. Dr. Trulo, the Metro Police Department psychiatrist, had helped her find a qualified therapist who would work with the children together and individually to help them cope with their terrible loss. And she’d fielded phone calls from their mother’s family members, who were suddenly concerned about their well-being now that the men responsible for their parents’ murders had been brought to justice.

Sam couldn’t stand hypocrites and had gritted her teeth each time a member of a family that had initially expressed no concern whatsoever for the children called to check on them. Fortunately, their parents had made their older brother, Elijah, their legal guardian, and he’d asked Sam and Nick to serve as the children’s custodial guardians while he finished college at Princeton. What would happen after he graduated, Sam didn’t know and couldn’t think about. Not now when the children needed everything she and Nick and their devoted assistant, Shelby, had to give them to get their lives back on track, or as close to it as they could get without their beloved parents.

One step a time, she told herself, just as she often did while working a homicide investigation. The activity with the littles had been good for her as she served out a seven-day suspension for taking in the children of her murder victims, something she’d do again in a hot second. Was it a conflict of interest? Absolutely, but she hadn’t thought about that when she saw two babies in need of something she could give them. It had only taken a few days after she brought them home for everyone associated with their household to fall in love with the blond-haired twins.

She moved from her pillow to Nick’s, which bore faint remnants of his distinctive cologne, the scent of “home.” If her time-zone calculations were correct, he would be on Air Force Two by now, about to begin the seven-hour flight home from France. Her phone rang, and she wondered if it was him, telling her he’d be home soon. Greedy for anything from him that she could get after a week apart, she grabbed the phone and flipped it open without checking the caller ID.

“Sam!” Her stepmother, Celia’s urgent tone had Sam sitting up in bed.

“Morning. What’s going—”

“Sam, it’s your dad. Something’s wrong.”

“I’m coming.” Sam was out of bed and running before she gave a thought to the fact that she was wearing pajama bottoms, Nick’s favorite ratty Harvard T-shirt and no bra. She bolted from the bedroom, past the shocked Secret Service agent in the hallway and down the stairs as she held the phone to her ear and tried to beat back a tidal wave of panic. The agent working the front door opened it for her, thankfully without asking any questions. As she didn’t have Secret Service protection, Sam could come and go as she pleased, and the agents had gotten used to her mad dashes.

Barefoot and oblivious to the cold October air, she sprinted down the ramp Nick had installed so her dad could visit their home and covered the short distance between her home and her father’s in seconds, cruising up the ramp to his front door and bursting into the house.

“Back here,” Celia called.

Sam went from the living room through the kitchen to her father’s bedroom in what used to be the dining room. With one quick glance, she saw that his color was all wrong and his lips were blue. In that moment, none of her training or years of emergency experience was available to her. In that moment, she wasn’t a decorated police officer. She was only a daughter staring at the lifeless face of the first man she’d ever loved.

“Sam! What should we do?”

Celia’s frantic tone and her fearful expression nudged Sam into action. With shaking hands, she called 9-1-1 and requested help.

The operator asked for specifics.

“Sixty-four-year-old unresponsive quadriplegic.” She recited the Ninth Street address. “Tell the Secret Service that Lieutenant Holland said to let them in.”

“Of course, Lieutenant.” The operator perked up when she realized who she was talking to. “Do you know the victim?”

“Yes.” Sam tried to swallow around the huge knot of fear wedged in her throat. “He’s my father.” My touchstone. My hero. My best friend forever. “Please hurry.”

“EMS is on the way. Has your father had any recent health issues?”

“Nothing other than the paralysis.” He’d been doing better in the last year after surgery to remove the bullet that had remained lodged in his neck for three years. He’d regained some sensation in his extremities, but he’d become frailer with every month spent immobile. Sam walked around the hospital bed to comfort Celia, who was stroking Skip’s face and hair and begging him to open his eyes, to talk to her.

“Please don’t do this,” Celia said pleadingly between sobs. “Not yet. Don’t leave me.”

Debra Nixon, the lead agent on Scotty’s detail, appeared in the doorway, probably after having been told of Sam’s sprint. “What can I do?” She assessed the situation with sharp eyes.

Holding the phone to the side, Sam said, “Tell the agents at the checkpoint to let in EMS.”

“Done. What else?”

“Ask the agents at the house to keep an eye on the kids? Don’t let Scotty come over here.” Dear God, Scotty… He adored his Gramps. All at once, Sam couldn’t breathe as the potential magnitude of what was happening registered, leaving her staggered, her legs nearly buckling under her. Somehow, she remained standing, but only because Celia needed her to keep it together. Inside, however, she crumbled.

“EMS has arrived,” the operator said. “I’ll pray for your family, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you.” Sam slapped the phone closed.

Debra went to let in the paramedics, who brought equipment and badly needed competence. They immediately took over, tending to Skip as Sam and Celia stood with their arms wrapped around each other. Watching one of her worst fears play out, Sam wondered if she might be dreaming this. It had to be a dream because the possibility that this could be real was too frightening and heartbreaking to entertain.

The lead paramedic looked to Sam and Celia. “Has he had any recent health issues?”

“Nothing other than the paralysis and a persistent urinary tract infection.” Celia dabbed at tears with a tissue. “He’s been on antibiotic for that.”

“Has he ever been unresponsive like this?”

“No,” Celia said. “Never.”

Sam knew she should call her sisters but couldn’t bring herself to move or do anything other than hope and pray.

The paramedic listening to her father’s heart shook his head, and the other one sprang into action, setting up a portable defibrillator. Seeing the paddles and understanding what they were doing snapped Sam out of the dreamlike trance she’d slipped into as the surreal scene unfolded around her.

“No,” Sam said. “No.”

“Sam!” Celia cried. “What’re you doing?”

Sam stared at the face of the man who meant the world to her. “It’s not what he would want.” She knew it without a shadow of a doubt. In some ways, the most difficult decision she would ever make was also the simplest.

“Please, Sam.” Celia sobbed helplessly. “Please.”

Sam met the intense gaze of the lead paramedic. “He has a DNR.”

Hearing that, the paramedics stepped back.

Sobbing, Celia pulled free of Sam’s embrace to lean over her husband, kissing and caressing the half of his face that had retained full sensation after the shooting and the stroke that’d followed. Long after his injury, Sam and her sisters learned that for some time he’d been dating Celia, who became his devoted nurse and later, his wife.

“Lieutenant,” one of the paramedics said. “Would you like us to transport him?”

A lifetime of holidays, celebrations, parties and other events in this house ran through her mind in a flash. Skip Holland had lived there for most of his adult life. It seemed only fitting that his life should also end in the home he’d loved. If he was in pain, he probably couldn’t feel it. She took comfort in that.

“No, thank you.” Sam’s heart hurt, her hands trembled and her mouth had gone dry from fear. How would she ever go on without him?

The paramedics stepped out of the room.

Sam wanted to beg them to stay. She couldn’t handle this. She couldn’t bear it. Tracy. Angela. She had to call them. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely make the call to her eldest sister.

“Are you losing your mind without your man?” Tracy asked in a teasing tone.


“What? Sam? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Dad. You need to come. Tell Ang too. Hurry.”

“What?” Tracy asked, frantic. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s… Just come. As fast as you can.”


“Call Angela and get over here. Now.”

“We’re coming,” Tracy said, sounding undone.

Sam moved around to the other side of the bed and gazed down at her dad’s face as he struggled to breathe. Tears threatened, but she fought them off, determined to stay strong for Celia, who was hysterical.

They’d been on borrowed time for almost four years now, during which Skip’s once-robust world had been reduced to three rooms. He’d been trapped in a kind of hell she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. All that time, she’d known that at some point his body would surrender the fight.

Knowing it could happen at any time didn’t make the reality easier, though.

Her sisters lived close by, so it didn’t take them long to get there, rushing into the room and bringing the scents of cold and wood smoke with them. They took one look at Skip and broke down into heartbroken sobs when they realized what was happening. Sam didn’t acknowledge them or do anything other than stare at the face of the man who’d occupied the very center of her life.

“What can we do?” Tracy’s husband Mike asked, as he stood behind Sam and her sisters.

“Nothing,” Sam said. “We have to let him go because he wouldn’t want heroic measures.” Later, she’d probably wonder where her composure was coming from. All she knew for certain was that her dad had lived long enough trapped inside the prison of his useless body, and it was up to them now to let him go with the grace in which he’d lived his remarkable life.

Angela went around the bed to try and comfort Celia, who was inconsolable.

Tracy wrapped her arms around Sam. Only with her sister’s warmth pressed up against her, did Sam realize how cold she was.

As she wondered if he could still hear them, Sam thought about what she should say to him while she still could. But there was no need for last-minute salvos. Nothing had been left unsaid between her and her father. He would leave this world knowing exactly where he stood with her and the rest of his family. Skip Holland had been loved and respected and adored by his wife and daughters and had returned those sentiments tenfold.

They were all there, the four people he loved the most, when Skip took his last breath at eight thirty-seven.

Sam noted the time, because she knew it would matter. For a long time after his chest stopped moving, she continued to stare down at him. Through the fog of the surreal, she understood what had happened, and in one tiny remote part of her, she felt relieved for him. She’d never been a particularly religious person. However, the thought of Skip walking tall and proud, freed from the god-awful prison of his egregious injury, into the kingdom of heaven, brought badly needed comfort.

But when she thought about Celia, herself and her sisters, Skip’s beloved grandchildren, devoted sons-in-law, colleagues and friends—the many people who had loved him—she ached for everyone who would be left to go on without him. And in the corner of her soul that belonged to her family in blue, she seethed with rage, directed at the nameless, faceless criminal who’d taken Skip from them far too soon.


On the way home at last, Nick thought, watching the Paris skyline get smaller as Air Force Two climbed to altitude. He had a million things to do, emails that had given birth to more emails while he’d been away, briefing documents to review before he returned to the White House on Monday and a press corps on board hungry for interviews.

But all he could think about was eight more hours until he could see his Samantha. That felt like an eternity after missing her terribly for an endless week apart.

They were absurd. He knew it. She knew it. They didn’t care who knew it. What had started as a crazy, wildfire of attraction the night they met, had been denied for six long years until they were reunited at a crime scene, of all places. Sometimes Nick thought they were still making up for lost time almost two years after finding each other again.

That was the best explanation he had for the absolutely ridiculous love they had for each other, the kind of love that made a life worth living. He was eager to get home to spend time with Scotty and the “littles” who had recently joined their family. But he was absolutely desperate to see his wife, to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, breathe her in and stare at her gorgeous face. He could do that for hours and never get tired of the view. Her face was his favorite view in the world.

A knock on the door that separated his cabin from the rest of the plane, drew Nick out of his thoughts. “Come in.”

His lead Secret Service agent, John Brantley Junior, stepped into the room, his expression serious and professional as always. Brant rarely cracked a grin or removed the all-business façade that made him such an effective agent.

“What’s up?” Nick asked.

“We received a call from Agent Nixon.”

As Debra Nixon was his son’s lead agent, Nick’s first thought was for Scotty. “What?” He fought back a burst of panic.

“Your father-in-law.”

“What about him?”

“I’m sorry to have to tell you that he passed away a short time ago. Mrs. Cappuano, her sisters and stepmother were with Deputy Chief Holland when he passed.”

Sam. Oh no, no, no. “I need to speak to my wife.”

“We’re attempting to reach her now. She’s not answering her phone.”

“Call one of the other agents and have them find her.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nick’s entire body felt cold with shock and despair as he imagined Sam dealing with such an awful loss, and while he was hours away from her. He’d never felt more useless or despondent as he imagined what she must be going through.

Brant returned a short time later, speaking on a secure satellite phone. “Hold on just a moment. Here he is.” He handed the phone to Nick.


“I’m here.” Her dull, flat tone told him so much but nowhere near enough.

“Babe… I’m so, so sorry.”

“Thank you. I know you loved him too.”

“I did. So much. I would give anything to be there with you right now.”

“I wish you were here too.”

“What happened?”

“Celia called when she couldn’t wake him. The paramedics came, but I told them he wouldn’t want to be resuscitated.”

Oh God, she had been the one to make that call? Nick closed his eyes, put his head back against the seat and released a deep breath, trying to imagine what it had cost her to make that decision on her father’s behalf. “What can I do for you?”

“It helps to hear your voice. I have to go tell Scotty, and the kids will be getting up.”


“I’ll see you when you get here, okay?”

“I love you so much, and I’m just heartbroken for you and Ange and Trace and Celia.”

“Thanks. I love you too. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too, babe.”

The line went dead, and he handed the phone back to Brant.

“I’m very sorry for your loss,” Brant said, visibly shaken. “Is Mrs. Cappuano…”

“She sounds… bad. Flat.”

“She’s in shock.”

Nick leaned forward, elbows on knees, head in hands. Skip is dead. Tears filled his eyes and spilled down his face, his thoughts full of Sam, Scotty and the rest of their family. This would be a devastating loss for all of them. And it was a devastating loss for him. Skip had been a friend and father figure to him since the day Nick met him. Even paralyzed from the neck down, Skip had managed to completely intimidate Nick with the formidable blue-eyed stare that had put him on notice. Take care of my baby girl, or you’ll deal with me. Few things had ever mattered more to Nick than keeping the promises he’d made to Skip Holland that first day.

“I’m going to ask Mr. O’Connor to step in, if that’s all right,” Brant said.

Nick nodded and used the sleeve of his shirt to mop up his tears.

Terry came into the cabin, shock etched into his expression. “I just heard the news. I’m so sorry, Nick.”

Nick insisted his chief of staff call him by name when they were alone. “Thanks.”

“Were you able to talk to Sam?”


“I won’t ask how she is.” Terry took a seat. “Did you hear what happened?”

“He was unresponsive this morning. They chose not to resuscitate him. He had a DNR.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Get me home to her as fast as you can. I don’t care what has to happen.”

“I’ll arrange for Marine Two to meet us at Andrews. We can land on the south lawn of the White House and have you home within minutes.”

“Thank you.” That would be quicker than being conveyed to the city via motorcade, but it was still going to take far too long.




Author Marie Force

Author Marie Force

About the Author
Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold more than 2.2 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold more than 1 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Green Mountain Series from Berkley Publishing as well as the new erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force.

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



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Blog Tour – Guest Post + Giveaway – IMMERSE (Mer Chronicles) by Tobie Easton


Welcome to the blog tour for IMMERSE, the third book in the young adult fantasy romance series, Mer Chronicles, by Tobie Easton. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, a guest post on the author’s top ten vacation destinations, and details on her giveaway.

IMMERSE (Mer Chronicles #3) by Tobie Easton

IMMERSE (Mer Chronicles #3) by Tobie Easton

About the Book
Series: Mer Chronicles #3
Author: Tobie Easton
Publisher: Month9Books
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2019
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Immerse is the spellbinding and breathless final installment of the Mer Chronicles series where descendants of the Little Mermaid must face deadly magic, shifting alliances, and the dangers of forbidden love.

Lia can’t wait for her parents’ coronation. Now living in the sparkling palace beneath the waves, she sneaks off to Malibu whenever possible to see Clay. Tucked away in an abandoned seaside mansion, Lia and Clay devise a plan to ensure they can stay together forever.

But when an old enemy resurfaces and Lia is restricted to the palace for the safety of all Merkind, she and Clay are ripped apart once more.

She fears not only for Clay, but for her best friend Caspian, who seems to be swimming down a dangerous path. He has invited the conniving Melusine to the coronation ball, convinced she’s capable of change. And no matter how hard Lia fights it, showing up on Caspian’s arm is just the start of Melusine’s insidious return to her life.

With threats Below growing more ominous by the day and a powerful ancient ritual looming, soon the two girls can’t escape each other. As their fates grow increasingly intertwined, Melusine might be the only one who can help Lia find the answers she desperately needs to save everyone she loves and to achieve her happily ever after. But can Lia trust her?.


Top 10 Dream Vacation Spots

  1. Scotland
  2. The English countryside
  3. Santorini
  4. Crete
  5. Venice
  6. Santa Barbara
  7. Paris
  8. Bavaria
  9. Chiang Mai
  10. Maui


Mer Chronicles

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Book 1: EMERGE
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Author Tobie Easton

Author Tobie Easton

About the Author
Award-winning author Tobie Easton was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, where she’s grown from a little girl who dreamed about magic to a twenty-something who writes about it. Her debut novel, Emerge, is a Gold Medal Winner (Young Adult – Sci-Fi/Fantasy) of the Moonbeam Children’s Book Awards and is Book 1 in the acclaimed Mer Chronicles series. The trilogy follows the descendants of the Little Mermaid and offers fans a peek into a world where Mermaids aren’t just real, but live secretly among us on land.

She and her very kissable husband enjoy traveling the globe and fostering packs of rescue puppies. Tobie loves chocolate chip cookies and Oxford commas. A summa cum laude graduate of the University of Southern California, Tobie splits her time between Los Angeles and Boston..


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Young Adult Book Review + Giveaway – THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High) by Emma Doherty


THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

5 out of 5 stars

Livy Chapman is in love with Jessie Stephenson. It’s that simple. She has been for years but he only see’s her as his best friend. His best friend who copies her homework, relies on her to bail him out of trouble and who he hooks up with other girls in front of.

Enough is enough and when Chase Mitchell, star of the soccer team, and all round Mr. Popular steps in and convinces her that they can do each other a favour by pretending to date, Livy is just crazy enough over Jessie to agree to it.

I mean, Chase is just her stand-in boyfriend. Nothing could go wrong. Right?










My Review
Oh wow, words are not sufficient to convey the depth of feelings this book brought out. THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND is filled with love and longing, insecurities, anxiety, and more. It’s like stepping back into high school. And though I read a lot of young adult, that doesn’t happen very often for me.

Livy Chapman has been in love with her best friend almost from the moment they met. But he doesn’t see her as anything more than a buddy, breaking her heart just a little more every day. When she finally thinks her chance with him might actually happen, he ends up hooking up with his ex, shredding her already damaged heart. In comes Chase Mitchell, hottest guy in school. He offers Livy a proposition: pretend to date to make Jessie notice her and get Chase’s ex-girlfriend, Abigail, off his back. The only problem is, other than soccer, Livy and Chase have nothing in common. Or do they? The more time they spend together, the more Livy realizes that Chase gets her. Even if he’s only pretending they’re a couple, he makes her laugh and feel comfortable in a way almost no one else can. So when she finally gets Jessie’s attention, everything should be smooth sailing, right? Right?

The plot centers around Livy’s relationships with Jessie and Chase. She and Jessie have been BFFs since seventh grade, but he doesn’t see her the way she sees him. Chase is the “it” guy in school, but Livy sees there’s so much more to him than everyone else does when they spend time alone. Even though their relationship is fake, the budding friendship is real. Livy is so blinded by her undying love for Jessie, she’s unable to see the boy right in front of her. As she’s tugged in two directions, her anxiety ramps up, eliciting genuine emotion from me as I read. Any female who has ever been a teenager will be able to identify with the emotions that are tearing Livy apart.

The Characters
The characters were really well developed. Both Livy and Chase had rich backstories that defined who they were and drove their actions in believable ways. As Livy’s best friends, Jessie and Sophie are vibrant foils to her more serious self. Even Abigail is more than a two-dimensional mean girl.

Top Five Things I Loved About THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND
1. Angsty romance. My favorite kind, the type that makes me keep turning the page to find out what happens next.

2. Loyalty. Sophie is the best of the best when it comes to BFFs. She has Livy’s back no matter what. Always.

3. Chase Mitchell. He’s genuine, sweet, funny, and thoughtful as well as hot with buns of steel. What’s not to love?

4. Character depth. The author created well-rounded, fully fleshed characters that are easy to root for, flaws and all.

5. Anxiety. I have a teen daughter who suffers from anxiety, and I thought the author handled this perfectly.

Bottom Line
A breathtaking young adult romance that left me wanting more.

I was provided with a copy of this book by the author in exchange for an honest review.


About the Book
Series: Grove Valley High #1
Author: Emma Doherty
Release Date: March 12, 2019
Pages: 260
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars
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Author Emma Doherty

Author Emma Doherty

About the Author
Emma Doherty was born in Yorkshire, England. She attended university in Newcastle before moving to London. She loves to travel, write, spend time with friends and family and hear from her readers.






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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – OFF PLANET(Off Planet) by Aileen Erin


Welcome to the blog tour for OFF PLANET, the first book in the young adult dystopian series, Off Planet, byUSA Today bestselling author, Aileen Erin. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

OFF PLANET (Off Planet #1) by Aileen Erin

OFF PLANET (Off Planet #1) by Aileen Erin

About the Book
Series: Off Planet #1
Author: Aileen Erin
Publisher: Ink Monster
Release Date: March 19, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian Romance
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From USA Today Bestselling Author Aileen Erin 

In an all-too-plausible future where corporate conglomerates have left the world’s governments in shambles, anyone with means has left the polluted Earth for the promise of a better life on a SpaceTech owned colony among the stars.

Maité Martinez is the daughter of an Earther Latina and a powerful Aunare man, an alien race that SpaceTech sees as a threat to their dominion. When tensions turn violent, Maité finds herself trapped on Earth and forced into hiding.

For over ten years, Maité has stayed hidden, but every minute Maité stays on Earth is one closer to getting caught.

She’s lived on the streets. Gone hungry. And found a way to fight through it all. But one night, while waitressing in a greasy diner, a customer gets handsy with her. She reacts without thinking.

Covered in blood, Maité runs, but it’s not long before SpaceTech finds her…

Arrested and forced into dangerous work detail on a volcano planet, Maité waits for SpaceTech to make their move against the Aunare. She knows that if she can’t somehow find a way to stop them, there will be an interstellar war big enough to end all life in the universe.

There’s only one question: Can Maité prevent the total annihilation of humanity without getting herself killed in the process?


Excerpt #2
I’d never been happier to be home as I was that night. Roan had paid the exorbitant cab fare and then left on foot for Starlite as soon as I’d entered the apartment building. He’d asked me to join him, but the close call with the cop was almost more than I could handle. All I wanted to do was hide in my darkened room for the next day or ten. But as I approached the front door of our apartment, voices seeped into the cement-lined hallway.

For a second, I dismissed them, but Mom’s voice rose above a deeper one, and I stopped walking.

We rarely had anyone over at all and never at this hour. Something was going on, and it couldn’t be good.

I tiptoed the rest of the way, pressing my ear to the door.

“I tried to contact you. I really did.” Mom’s voice was muffled, but I could make out her words. “But how could I know if he’d come for Maité after all these years?”

It felt like something slithered around my chest and tightened. Someone had come for me. But who?

Between the next three heartbeats, a few scenarios ran through my mind.

One. The cop from earlier had sent another officer to bring me in, but STPF didn’t move fast, especially for an idiotic ticket.

Two. SpaceTech had found us. Two of Earth’s Most Wanted. But if that were true, then there would be fighting and screaming and the sounds of my mother begging for them to leave me alone.

Then the third idea came, and I took a big breath.

There was only one other possibility. They were here. The Aunare were here. I’d stopped dreaming years ago that my father or the Aunare would show up to rescue us. I wasn’t sure what this meant except that my life was about to change in a huge way.

The fluttering in my stomach started small and crescendoed into thousands of flying butterflies. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or nerves, but specifics didn’t matter.

Better face this now.

I slid my backpack off my shoulders and unlocked the door.


Author Aileen Erin

Author Aileen Erin

About the Author
Aileen Erin is half-Irish, half-Mexican, and 100% nerd–from Star Wars (prequels don’t count) to Star Trek (TNG FTW), she reads Quenya and some Sindarin, and has a severe fascination with the supernatural. Aileen has a BS in Radio-TV-Film from the University of Texas at Austin, and an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She lives with her husband in Los Angeles, and spends her days doing her favorite things: reading books, creating worlds, and kicking ass.





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Blog Tour + Giveaway – RIGHT GIRL WRONG TIMING (Offsides) by Natalie Decker


Welcome to the blog tour for RIGHT GIRL WRONG TIMING, the third book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Offsides, by Natalie Decker. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and details on her giveaway.

RIGHT GIRL WRONG TIMING (Offsides #3) by Natalie Decker

RIGHT GIRL WRONG TIMING (Offsides #3) by Natalie Decker

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Series: Offsides #3
Author: Natalie Decker
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Release Date: March 12, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
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Adaline Frost’s life officially sucks. Now that her BFF has found her true love, Addy is constantly stuck being the third wheel. On top of that, she hasn’t started her junior project yet, so her advisor pairs her up with what could only be described as the “Reject Breakfast Club.” Instead of the weirdo and the troublemaker, Addy is forced to work with two stoners, a popular girl, and her crush, Austin Reed, the jock who broke her heart.

Austin Reed is sick of being labeled “dumb jock.” If he doesn’t get an A on this project, he can kiss his future goodbye. Austin thought he’d gotten lucky being partners with the very nerdy Adaline Frost, but boy was he wrong. Addy jumps down his throat about his being late and calls him names like “manwhore” on the daily. She has no idea Austin works before and after school in order to help his mom with the bills. Yeah, he’s made mistakes and has had lots of girlfriends, but he doesn’t need Adaline Frost to remind him of it every time he sees her.

Can Austin and Addy ever be a thing?

Right Girl Wrong Timing is book 3 in the Offsides series by Natalie Decker.


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Author Natalie Decker

Author Natalie Decker

About the Author
Natalie Decker is the author of the bestselling YA series RIVAL LOVE and NA Scandalous Boys Series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Avid reader of everything. She’s a huge Denver Broncos fan, loves football, and fuzzy blankets. She’s a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and misses her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!



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Blog Tour – Excerpt – REMIND ME (Magnolia Sound) by Samantha Chase

REMIND ME Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for REMIND ME, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

REMIND ME (Magnolia Sound #1) by Samantha Chase

REMIND ME (Magnolia Sound #1) by Samantha Chase

About the Book
Series: Magnolia Sound #1
Author: Samantha Chase
Publisher:  Chasing Romance, Inc.
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 12, 2019
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It’s been years since Mallory Westbrook set foot in Magnolia Sound, but the death of her great-grandfather forces her back. Two weeks to get his affairs in order then she would return to her life in New York. The perfect plan, if not for Jake Summerford—her first love who broke her heart. 

Jake always regretted the way things ended with Mallory and now that she’s back in town, he’s hoping they can put the past behind them. As they reconnect, old feelings resurface and Jake realizes that friendship is only the beginning of what he wants from Mallory. 

With one foot out of the door, Mallory is looking for any excuse to leave Magnolia Sound behind. Forever. Will Jake’s plan to replace the old, painful memories help him finally show her their love deserves another chance?







“But we were already hanging out,” Mallory reminded him and the look Sam gave her bordered on hysterical. “What? What’s so funny?”

“We all know I’m the third wheel here and the two of you would like nothing more than to be alone, so…I’m leaving,” he said, walking back into the kitchen to put the beer back in the refrigerator. “I’m gonna go home and tell Mom what the plan is–I’m going out to be a good cousin, while you’re here doing…I don’t know…Jake.” He winked. “You two have fun!”

Jake knew he didn’t let out a breath until the back door closed and he saw Sam walk down the deck stairs from the living room window. “Well…that was…awkward.”

“Just a little,” Mallory agreed. “Ugh…why is my brother such a dork?”

Laughing, Jake shifted them until her head was on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t call him a dork, he’s just a little…”

“He’s a dork. Trust me. We’re twins and I’m allowed to say it.” She shook her head. “He’s going to be snarky about this until he leaves.”

“About what?”

“You and me. Us. The fact that he knows what we’re doing.” She groaned. “Now, every time I mention seeing you or doing something, he’s going to make some sort of doofus comment about how I’m doing you. I’m telling you, he’s the worst.”

But Jake couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t have any siblings so he didn’t understand the dynamics, but from where he was sitting, it was all pretty comical. The fact that they each other and had such obvious affection for each other was a pretty amazing thing. Maybe it was because they were twins or something. All he knew was that he hadn’t met many siblings with the kind of relationship Sam and Mallory had.  

Plus, he liked knowing Sam looked out for her when he couldn’t.

And that one single thought had him going still.

This wasn’t going anywhere–this was about passing the time and getting her out of his system. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about his feelings or hers. This was temporary. They both saw the end before they started up again, so why was he suddenly feeling concerned about how Mallory was going to be when he wasn’t around?

“Jake?” she asked softly, looking up at him. “You okay?”

He nodded. Right now, he didn’t want to talk. Hell, he didn’t want to think either. All he wanted was to feel–feel Mallory’s body against his. Feel her skin under his hands. Feel her breath mingling with his.

Standing, he gently tugged her to her feet before plunging his hands into her hair and giving her a searing kiss. If she was surprised by the sudden change of events, she didn’t show it. If anything, she kissed him back with equal abandon.  

So good, he thought. Kissing Mallory was always so damn good…

When he had invited her to come home with him earlier–before Sam showed up–Jake envisioned them coming in and talking and maybe sharing some lazy kisses before he seduced her into staying the night. But as Mallory pressed up against him and purred, he was pretty sure nothing was going to be slow and lazy, and that he was the one being seduced.

And he loved every minute of it.

Without breaking the kiss, they maneuvered across the room and down the hall, stopping once so he could back her against the wall and grind against her. She tore her lips from his and sighed his name like a plea. Reaching down, Jake lifted her until her legs wrapped around his waist and it took every bit of self-control he possessed not to take her right then and there. Her dress was bunched up at her waist and the barely-there panties would be gone with only the slightest of tugs…

“Bed,” he growled against her throat even as he continued to rub against her. “I want you in my bed.”

“Then take me there,” she said breathlessly.

Easier said than done, he thought, forcing himself to walk the last ten feet to his room. At the side of the bed, he simply let himself fall and kept Mallory in his arms. They laughed and rolled until they were comfortable and then he sank back into the kiss.

Mallory tugged at his shirt and once she had it pulled free of his trousers, her nails scraped up his back and it gave him chills. Sitting up quickly, he ripped the shirt off–buttons flying in every direction.

“Wow,” she panted. “That was incredibly sexy.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his own breath coming out roughly. “How do you feel about this?” His hand snaked under her dress and he tugged her tiny panties off–the sound of the fabric ripping seemed insanely loud in the room.

“Oh!” she cried as her hips bucked off the bed. Jake knew what she wanted and he was more than happy to give it to her.  In a flash her dress was off. He peeled her bra off with his teeth as she writhed beneath him. “Jake…”

Once he had her completely naked, his self-control completely vanished. His mouth and hands were everywhere. While he licked and suckled at her breasts, his hand was ruthlessly teasing her between her legs. Watching Mallory lose control was one of his favorite pastimes and as he urged her on, he knew it would always be this way. She cried out his name again and again and again and each time it ratcheted his own arousal up more and more.

He hated to move away from her even for a second, but he still had half of his own clothes to discard. Mallory reached for him as he moved away and he smoothed a hand across her stomach. “Soon,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”




Author Samantha Chase

Author Samantha Chase

About the Author
Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.




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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – DEAD AND GONE (Funerals and Obituaries) by Jennifer Rebecca


Welcome to the blog tourfor DEAD AND GONE, the second book in the adult contemporary romance/comedy mystery series, Funerals and Obituaries, by Jennifer Rebecca. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DEAD AND GONE (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #2) by Jennifer Rebecca

DEAD AND GONE (Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #2) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Series:  Funerals and Obituaries Mysteries #2
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: March 11, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Comedy Mystery
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You ever have an out of body experience? Like one of those moments where you’re standing on a street corner watching yourself do something monumentally stupid? Something you know you shouldn’t do but you just can’t help yourself?

Three weeks ago, Trent and I were deep into the Honeymoon stage of love, I swore I wouldn’t be the first one to rock the boat—Lord knows with our two Irish tempers it would happen soon enough—so when he made me promise to keep my nose and our grandmothers out of his investigation, I did.

It didn’t hurt that his head was buried between my legs at the time either. But then Daisy called me begging for help and what kind of bestie would I be if I shut the door in her face? That’s right, a sh*tty one. So I packed up our grandmothers and their gogo boots, g-strings and pasties to get to the bottom of things. Only problem is if Trent catches us I’ll be dead meat, folks.

My name is Shelby Whitmore, Funeral and Obituaries columnist for the San Diego Metro News and most likely to be single again if I survive this sh*t. But hey, at least I’m still a hit with the blue hairs . . .




Excerpt #4
“We’re running out of time, Shell,” Granny says as gently as she can.

“But—” I start.

“There is no time.”

“Then what do we do?” I ask, not knowing at all that that one little sentence spoken in a breakfast joint in Rancho Bernardo would change the course of my life irrevocably.

“We have to find out who is doing this, honey,” Granny says.

“But how?”

“We’re going undercover.”

“I don’t understand,” I tell them.

“We’re going to George Washington’s,” Marla says brightly.

“To the strip club?” I ask, confused.

“Everyone knows there’s always a trick working the back of the club,” Daisy says like we’re talking about what kind of jam we want on our toast. Incidentally, I am no longer vacillating between strawberry and orange marmalade.

“A trick?”

“A hooker,” she says seriously, and I feel my eyes go wide. “A working girl.”

“There’s a hooker working George’s place?” I whisper-shout.

“Of course not,” Granny says, shooting me a Don’t be stupid look. “But we need to trap a hooker killer.”

“And Christina and Stacy were both working the back room at Girls! Girls! Girls!” Daisy adds when I looked confused. “It’s the strip club off the 5, just past O’side.”

“And what can I get you ladies this morning?” the waitress asks as she steps up to our table, interrupting my world exploding because there is no way I could have heard them correctly. And if I did, Trent is going to kill me. Guess I don’t have to have that birth control talk after all.

We go around the table giving our orders before she leaves to put them in. I sit there sipping my coffee for a minute before I realize that I have to find out once and for all if my friends are really about to pimp me out.

“And I have to be this hooker?” I ask hesitantly while throwing up prayers to Jesus, Joseph, Mary, and the damn camel that I misheard them. They don’t want me to be a hooker, a job that is against the law in most of the fifty US states.

“Yes,” Daisy affirms.

“But . . . but . . . why me?” I ask.

“Well, most of the johns know me, seeing as how I used to be in the business,” she explains. “And no offense to the grannies, but no one is going to pay to do them.”

“None taken,” Granny agrees.

“Of course, dear,” Marla says like Daisy just asked for an extra chocolate chip cookie after dinner.

“So, as you can see,” Daisy begins. “You’re up.”

“I’m up?” I ask.

“You’re up,” Daisy confirms with a nod. “We’re going to make you into the best trick there ever was.”

“But I can’t be a trick,” I shout, losing my tenuous grip on my control.

“Why not?” Daisy asks.

“Because, for one, it’s illegal!”

“So what?” She shrugs.

“So what?” I repeat. “My boyfriend is a homicide detective!”

“Trent’s cool,” Daisy says.

“He’s not that cool!”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know,” Marla says quietly, and I know I’m so incredibly screwed.

“Yeah, I—” I start to reject the notion, but I’m interrupted by the server bringing a huge tray of food to the table.

“Here we go, ladies.”

After that I dove into my eggs Benedict like it was my job and completely forgot to tell Daisy, Granny, and Marla that I was not going to be their prime hooker and I most definitely wasn’t going to keep it from Trent either.

But like I said, I was already screwed.




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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

About the Author
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High) by Emma Doherty


Welcome to the blog tour for THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND, the first book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Grove Valley High, by Emma Doherty. See below for, information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

THE STAND-IN BOYFRIEND (Grove Valley High #1) by Emma Doherty

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Series: Grove Valley High #1
Author: Emma Doherty
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 12, 2019
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Livy Chapman is in love with Jessie Stephenson. It’s that simple. She has been for years but he only see’s her as his best friend. His best friend who copies her homework, relies on her to bail him out of trouble and who he hooks up with other girls in front of.

Enough is enough and when Chase Mitchell, star of the soccer team, and all round Mr. Popular steps in and convinces her that they can do each other a favour by pretending to date, Livy is just crazy enough over Jessie to agree to it.

I mean, Chase is just her stand-in boyfriend. Nothing could go wrong. Right?









“What’s Scotty like?”

“He’s a total handful. Seriously, my mom should rent him out to schools—one afternoon with him and it’d be enough to turn teenagers off from having sex for life. Kids are hard work.”

“Oh yeah?” He suddenly perks up, and I blush realizing I just brought up sex. It’s not something we’ve discussed at all before.

“Not that I’d know. I mean, I’ve never…I haven’t…you know…”

He starts to laugh at my complete awkwardness.

“I mean, I know people do it—obviously they do. I’m sure you’ve done it. I mean, I know you have.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. Oh my God! I am actually talking to Chase about his sex life.

“Oh, sorry. That’s none of my business. It’s just, you know, rumors at school and stuff.”
He shakes his head, but I can see he’s amused.

“I’m sorry, I just—what I mean is, I haven’t ever—”

“Liv! Relax. I get it.”

My face is probably the same shade as Sophie’s favorite lipstick right now. I cannot believe how ridiculous I am.

“It’s a shame though.”

“What is?”

“You not wanting to have sex.”

My jaw hits the floor.

“I mean, you’re an athlete.” He stretches his arms up over his head, all casual like we’re having a perfectly normal conversation. “Your stamina would be great, and my guess is you’d be pretty good at it.”

I just sit there, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, at a complete loss for what to say while he nearly kills himself laughing at me. He’s so busy laughing that he doesn’t have time to duck when I launch a pillow at his head with all my strength.




Author Emma Doherty

Author Emma Doherty

About the Author
Emma Doherty was born in Yorkshire, England. She attended university in Newcastle before moving to London. She loves to travel, write, spend time with friends and family and hear from her readers.






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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – OBJECT OF MY DESIRE by R.L. Kenderson


Welcome to the blog tour for OBJECT OF MY DESIRE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by R.L. Kenderson. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on their giveaway.



About the Book
Author: R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2019
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A romance author, a cover model, a book signing … a crush.

Ordinary women like me know we shouldn’t fall for beautiful men like Travis Zehler, one of the hottest cover models in romance fiction. But, sometimes, we can’t help ourselves.

When I meet him at a book signing, my attraction to him is instant. I’m infatuated, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

Even though I have doubts he’d ever be interested, I invite Travis to attend a book signing with me. And he says yes.

My fantasy comes true when he takes me to his bed, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that Travis isn’t some object to be desired.

He’s a man with a past. A man who’s been burned. A man who’s learned to keep his guard up.

I want to show him he can trust again, but when our confidence in each other is shaken, I begin to wonder if happily ever afters are only for my romance novels.



Excerpt #2
We headed to my author table. On the way, we said hi to the author and her assistant who was next to us. She had baked goods at her table.

We took our seats, and Harper said, “That is a good idea.”

“What is?”

“The food. I saw some other authors who had candy and chocolate.”

I smiled devilishly at her. “Oh, I have something even better.” I pulled up the long tablecloth and pulled out a box I’d told Harper to leave alone earlier.

“Ooh … what is it?”

I opened the box and grinned.

“Holy shit.” She looked up at me. “Are those penis pops?”

“Hell yeah. They give a whole new meaning to cocksucker.”

Harper pulled one out. “I wanted these for my bachelor party, but Wendy said no.” She curled her lip.

Wendy was her sister-in-law and the person who’d been in charge of Harper’s bachelorette party after Ian begged her to let his sister do it. Harper had regretted it ever since.

I pulled out a handful and set them on the table. “It’s not the same, but now, you can have a little fun with them.” I wiggled my eyebrows and sat back in my chair.

“Hold that thought. I’m going to run to the restroom real quick,” Harper said. “I drank too much Diet Pepsi.”


“I’ll be right back,” she said before sprinting out of the room.

I felt the chair behind me tap mine.

“Penis suckers, huh?” a smooth voice said.

A shiver went down my spine, and I slowly turned my head to see Travis. He smelled amazing. Like man with a hint of cologne.

His eyes were on my table, so I took the opportunity to study him. Even up close, he was gorgeous. Barely any skin imperfections. This guy must have great genes.

His gaze met mine, and he smiled, his lips full and his dimples popping out. I wanted to touch one for some crazy reason.

He raised an eyebrow, and I realized that he had just asked me a question.

“Oh,” I said as I blushed. “Yeah. You know, romance author, romance books, sex”—I held up a sucker—“cocks. It all ties together.”

He looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“What’s funny?”

His brow went up, as if he was trying to make himself look innocent, and he shook his head. “Nothing.”

I dropped my hand. “You think it’s stupid, don’t you?”

Why do I care? I just met the guy.

“No. Not at all.” He bit his bottom lip.

“What?” I smiled. “I know you want to say something.”

Travis shook his head.

“Okay, I know you’re thinking something.”

“I don’t know if I should say.”

“Just say it.”

He looked around and then met my eyes again. He lowered his voice. “I’m just picturing all these women sucking …” His gaze moved down to my mouth.


That same look crossed his face. The one where he looked like something was funny, but he didn’t want to share.

I rolled my eyes. “You just wanted me to say cock again, didn’t you?”

This time, he didn’t hold his laugh in.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Nope.” His eyes widened. “Hey, your one eye …”

“I know,” I said a little embarrassed. “It’s two different colors.” For as long as I could remember, my right eye had a large spot in it to the point it was almost half-brown. My parents didn’t remember when it first appeared either.

“Wow. That’s so cool. I didn’t notice it this morning.”

“Thanks. And I had my glasses on. It was harder to see then.”

“Hey, Travis, I found my markers,” Angela called out.

I looked to see her approaching her table.

“Talk to you later.” He smiled at me and scooted his chair back up to his table. “Where were they?” he said to Angela.

I faced forward, tuning out their conversation, and saw Harper walking up to the table. She sat down and leaned toward me.

“Was Travis just talking to you?” she whispered, excitement on her face.

“Yeah. He was giving me crap about our suckers.”

“What?” She straightened, and in a loud voice, she said, “Our suckers rule.”

We both looked over our shoulders to see if Travis would respond. He shook his head, but I didn’t know if it was at us or at Angela.

I laughed. “I don’t think the kids say rule anymore.”

“What would you know about that? You’re a year older than me.”

“Research.” My last book was about two people in their early- to mid-twenties. Not quite New Adult, but I’d still wanted to make sure I had the lingo down.

“Whatever.” Harper took out her phone and shoved it in my hand. “Look at what I found.”

I looked down and sucked in my breath. “Holy crap.”

It was a photo of Travis. He was wearing only a pair of dog tags. The picture only went down to the waist, but it was low, and I was pretty he wasn’t wearing any pants. He had spectacular arms, pecs, abs, and the famous V on his hips.

I pulled the phone closer. “How did I miss this?”

“I don’t know, but it’s good, right?”

I quickly peeked behind me. “Oh my God, yes. How did I not know he existed?”

“I don’t know because I found about five books he’s on the cover on.”

“I need to come out of my writing hole a little more often.”

Harper laughed and took her phone back. She hit the screen a few times and showed me another. And another. In a couple, he had shorter hair. In some others, his face was free of facial hair.

“I think I like him better with the beard,” she said to me.

“Me, too,” I said, surprised.

“Wow. I’m surprised to hear you say that after Andrew.”

Andrew was a guy I’d dated a few years back who’d let his beard grow. And grow and grow. I’d hated it. It had almost ruined any sort of beard for me on a man, no matter how short. Even Harper didn’t like beards as much after knowing my ex.

“Me, too.”

Travis was different from other guys I’d been interested in before, minus the hot body. I wasn’t going to lie. I’d always liked muscular men.

But there was no denying that I was attracted to Travis. I’d thought I was past the age of feeling boy-crazy, but he just did something for me. And my body. I wanted the man.

I put Harper’s phone down. “I’d better stop looking, or I’ll be the one who’s going to need a restroom.”

Harper frowned for a second until she got my joke. She laughed until the first reader walked up to our table.




Authors R.L. Kenderson

Authors R.L. Kenderson

About the Authors
R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.

Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.

When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.

One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.

You can find them at http://www.rlkenderson.com, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, and Goodreads. Join their Facebook Reader Group. Or you can email them at rlkenderson@rlkenderson.com, or sign up for their newsletter here. They always love hearing from their readers.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – CONTRACT SIGNED (Triggerman Inc.) by Marie Harte


Welcome to the blog tour for CONTRACT SIGNED, the first book in the adult contemporary romance/romantic suspense series, Triggerman, Inc., by New York Times bestselling author, Marie Harte. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

CONTRACT SIGNED (Triggerman Inc. #1) by Marie Harte

CONTRACT SIGNED (Triggerman Inc. #1) by Marie Harte

About the Book
Series: Triggerman, Inc. #1
Author: Marie Harte
Publisher:  No Box Books
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 12, 2019
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Three assassins and a… baby?  Don’t miss the first in this sexy, fast-paced romantic suspense series–TRIGGERMAN INC.–from New York Times bestseller Marie Harte.

Noel “Ice” Cavanaugh’s method is foolproof. Get in, do the job, get out, melt away without a trace. Neat. Tidy. No mistakes.

This time, though, something isn’t right. Two somethings. First, a random attack that feels not-so-random. Then he discovers a baby on his doorstep with a note claiming it’s his. Unfortunately, the sexy neighbor who found the boy first has too many questions in her eyes to ignore. 

When her handsome, mysterious neighbor suddenly asks her out on a date, Adeline Rose has suspicions he’s fishing for help with his bundle of…joy? By the date’s end, she’s convinced Noel’s just as distant as he seems–until a scorching goodnight kiss burns away all thoughts of being careful.

Now Noel has more than one problem on his hands. Splitting baby duty between three badass assassins, figuring out how to fit in more time with Addy…and keeping both of them safe from the danger that’s followed him home.

This book has been previously released.

Warning: Beware a killer with a heart of gold, a baby who needs constant changing, and unrequited love that’s actually quite…requited.




Excerpt #1
Jesus. Not only did the woman turn him on just by breathing, she could bake too. The cookies Hammer and Deacon were wolfing down smelled delicious. But not as good as her.

“Save me a few,” he ordered, unable to look away from a blushing Addy.

“You can let me go now, Noel. I’m not going to fall.”

Deacon snickered. Hammer cleared his throat.

Much as he didn’t want to, Noel released his hold on her narrow waist. “Sure.” He didn’t step back, though.

She did. “Ah, I should go.”

“Not yet.” Noel felt frustrated. He’d been doing his best to get along with Thing 1 and Thing 2, but the idiots weren’t helping. Neither guy would admit to being the baby’s father, though they acknowledged what a great time they’d had in Mexico. The DNA results they’d sent in to a special lab would take a few weeks. Until then, he refused to let the guys go home.

The baby was not his problem alone. The dirty diapers, the feedings, the constant crying—they were annoying but bearable. The kid’s adorable smiles and laughter, admittedly, warmed that coldness inside him without even trying.

The two assassins crowding his private space, invading the schedules and normalcy of his home, however, gave him constant headaches. He’d ached to shoot at least one of them ten times a day, and they’d only arrived forty-eight hours ago.

He wouldn’t have minded Addy dropping by before now, and that surprised him. He’d actually wanted to go next door several times over the past few days, to see her pretty eyes and watch her smile. Silly, but the baby was making him feel more human than he liked to admit.

At least with Hammer and Deacon in residence, he wouldn’t be stuck playing babysitter forever. No matter how cute the kid was, a baby wouldn’t fit Noel’s lifestyle. Nor would a sexy, innocent neighbor who was looking way too good in that sweater and jeans.

Remember, Noel, she’s too good for you. Way out of your league.

“Hey, Addy, how’d you like to grab some dinner sometime?” Deacon asked out of the blue.

Noel should have poisoned the playboy years ago. He glared, his control once again shot to hell. “She can’t.”

“I can’t?” Addy sounded confused.

“She’s got a date with me later.”

“I do?”

He nodded and guided her toward the front office, where he pulled them both inside then closed the door. Now standing with her in a smaller space, just the two of them, alone, he felt himself relax.

“Um, Noel? What’s going on?”

She didn’t appear pleased. Crap. Probably should have asked her out instead of ordering her.

“I was thinking you and I could get dinner tonight, if you’re free. I’d like to thank you for being so nice about the baby.”

She blinked. “You don’t need to take me to dinner for that.”

“I’d like to.” He’d like to do more than dinner with her, but complications arising from sex wouldn’t work in his favor. Still, even knowing that, he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d take her.

She turned pink again. “Well, I don’t know…”

“Think of it this way. We’ve lived next to each other for two years and I know next to nothing about you.” A lie. He knew everything about her…on paper, at least. And that was part of what scared him, his fascination for a woman with a background and lifestyle so different from his own.

“Whose fault is that?” she retorted, surprising him with a bit of backbone. “I’ve tried to be friendly.”

Addy had always seemed so pleasant, even a bit meek around him. He liked her sudden bite. A lot. “My fault entirely,” he admitted. “I’m always traveling, and when I get home, I’m so tired I’m normally not at my best.”

She bit her lower lip, and he swallowed a groan. “You are pretty crabby. But it doesn’t help that I probably seem pushy. It’s just that we’re neighbors, and I was hoping we could be friends. But Noel, we don’t need to go to dinner if you don’t want to. I swear the cookies was the last time I planned to bug you. I really did just want to see the baby.”

She was giving him an out. An easy way to avoid her. Yet he kept seeing Deacon flirting with her in his mind’s eye. “No, really. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but since I’m always gone, I didn’t want to seem friendly then aloof when I left again.”

“So why the change now?”

Yeah, why? “Because I might be sticking around longer.” A truth he hadn’t wanted to admit, even to himself. The job was wearing on him. He found himself wanting to extend his stays at home more often than not.

“Oh.” She gave him a tentative smile. “Okay then. When did you want to go out?”

“How about tonight? Six-thirty? I’ll come over to your place and we can take my car into town.”

“Sure.” She smiled wider. “I’d better go. See you later.” She left before he could add anything.

Always quick on the exit, that woman.

He followed her out into the living room, only to watch the front door close behind her.

“So,” Deacon said.

“So,” Hammer repeated. “She’s got great…cookies.”

“I’m such a fan of her…chips,” Deacon added, trying not to laugh.

Noel glared. “You two are about as mature as a couple of fourth graders.” Like one of Addy’s students. He knew all about his neighbor, including the fact she didn’t do subterfuge. Addy was just as she appeared, an elementary school teacher, currently single, no pets. She relied on her friendship with Solene Hansen to fill her lonely nights, when she wasn’t having dinner—and nothing else—with Brent Morgan.

That prick.

“What’s the deal with the sexy neighbor?” Deacon wanted to know. “You sure as shit didn’t want me going out with her. But from what we know, you live like a monk.”

“Sad but true.” Hammer sighed. “Dude, get a life.”

“Firstly, don’t call me dude.”

Hammer cocked his head. “Firstly?”

“Secondly, I have a life. One devoted to my job, my passion for gardening—”

“Are you thirty or seventy?” Hammer guffawed. “Gardening? Like shoveling dirt over potatoes or dead bodies?” He laughed harder at his own joke. “The bodies I understand. I—”

Gardening,” Noel reiterated, doing his best not to grab the Jericho hidden under the back of his sweater and shoot Hammer with it, “and—”

“Nights filled with research on your lovely single neighbor. Don’t ask.” Deacon held off the obvious question. “I hacked your computer. You are seriously stalking that woman, Noel.”



Author Marie Harte

Author Marie Harte

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







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Blog Tour – Excerpt – THE HASHTAG HUNT by Kristina Seek


Welcome to the blog tour for THE HASHTAG HUNT, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance/romantic comedy, by Kristina Seek. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE HASHTAG HUNT by Kristina Seek

THE HASHTAG HUNT by Kristina Seek

About the Book
Author: Kristina Seek
Release Date: December 9, 2018
 Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
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The only reason Lauren entered the Hashtag Hunt was for the $10,000 grand prize. She needed seed money for her startup, and it sounded easy enough: twelve hours to text twelve photos to someone called the Wizard. For hashtag number five, Lauren needs a #HottieInTheWild, and with the help of her best friend, Ivy, she finds the perfect subject. 

The only reason Brenner entered Barkley’s Pub was to have beers with Scott, an Army brother back in town. The reunion is interrupted when a woman is caught crouched in a dark corner, taking pictures of Brenner. Lauren explains, and though embarrassed, she accepts Scott and Brenner’s offer to help with hashtag number six. 

While hunting for hashtags, Lauren finds adventure and romance with her #Hottie, but she must stay focused to beat the clock and win the cash.







Excerpt #2
“I’m sorry. Are you saying ‘hottie?’ ‘In the wild?’” Scott didn’t hide his confusion. “That’s not a thing, is it?”

“Oh yeah,” Ivy said. “It’s a thing. My Facebook friends post pictures of hot guys out in public all the time. Subways, airports, Disney World, construction sites, tattoo parlors, in line for coffee, carpool…” she trailed off with a shrug. “Wherever.”

“Are you serious?” Scott looked at Brenner and said, “I’m not sure men could get away with a ‘Honey in the Wild’ Facebook group.”

“Please, Scott. We ladies are making up for lost time,” said Ivy. “A handful of hotties on Facebook doesn’t compare to the tons of T & A on the Internet.”

All who heard Ivy’s voice nodded, and Margot shouted, “Preach!”

“Okay. Let me see if I understand what you’re saying,” Jess said as she sat up straighter in her chair. “Women take and post pictures of hot men they see out and about in town.”

“All. Day,” confirmed Ivy.

Jess left her chair and went behind the bar. She bent down and then reappeared, plopping her oversized purse on the bar top. She fished her phone out of the bag. “Show me the way.”

“Get on Facebook.” Ivy walked over to Jess. “I got you.”

Lauren looked at Brenner. Pointing to Ivy and Jess at the bar, she said, “I did not take your picture for that Facebook group. I needed it for this contest, I swear.”

Brenner said, “I’m flattered you found me attractive enough for your photo.”

“I knew it!” Ivy shouted from the bar. She looked up from Jess’s phone. “I told her any normal guy would love knowing he was a hottie in the wild.”

“Well,” said Jess, looking at her phone, “Facebook just got a hell of a lot better.” Lauren watched her move her thumb across the screen. “And these guys have no idea these pictures are being taken?”

“Plenty of women get caught,” Ivy said with a pointed look toward Lauren. “Most play it off by pretending they’re texting someone or taking a selfie. A friend of mine once acted like she was looking for a coupon when she was busted in line at Dick’s Sporting Goods.”

Jess looked up from her phone and said, “And some women run away and hide in the ladies’ room.”

“Take it easy on her,” Brenner said to Jess. He turned his attention to Lauren and said, “It’s worth it if the picture helped you win the contest.” When Lauren didn’t respond, he asked, “Did you win?”

“The contest doesn’t end until tomorrow. I have to take twelve pictures, and yours was number five,” Lauren responded. “If your picture is accepted, I’ll get a text with instructions for number six.”

“And if it’s not accepted?” Brenner asked.

“Then I’m out of the contest. First contestant to have twelve pictures approved before the deadline wins.”

“Wins what?” the crowd asked.

“Ten thousand dollars,” said Lauren.




Author Kristina Seek

Author Kristina Seek

About the Author
Kristina Seek is the marketing and communications director for a residential design-build firm. Sometime near her fortieth birthday, she kicked around the idea of self-publishing a romance novel. With the support of her family and friends, Kristina completed her first book, The Hashtag Hunt, in 2018.

Kristina enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her friends and family. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son and is currently writing her second contemporary romance novel.




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Blog Tour – Excerpt – GOOD ON PAPER by Jennifer Millikin


Welcome to the blog tour for GOOD ON PAPER, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by Jennifer Millikin. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

GOOD ON PAPER by Jennifer Millikin

GOOD ON PAPER by Jennifer Millikin

About the Book
Author: Jennifer Millikin
Release Date: March 6, 2019
 Adult Contemporary Romance
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Natalie Shay never imagined a day like this would come. She did what she was supposed to do: graduate college and marry her handsome, popular college sweetheart. With the ink still drying on their divorce papers, Natalie tries to move on from an ending she thought would be happy.

When she feels a spark with her stubborn, charming best friend Aidan Costa, Natalie’s life becomes even more unrecognizable. Aidan has been her best friend for years, stood beside her when she got married, and has a notorious aversion to relationships. As confusion and denial overwhelm them, their spark grows.

Held back by a secret he has been keeping his whole life, Aidan decides to ignore his feelings for Natalie. Natalie’s discovery of his secret pushes them past the boundaries they’ve carefully constructed around their friendship.

For Natalie, this could be a second chance at her happily ever after. But when a person from Aidan’s past reappears, everything he has built with Natalie is threatened.





“Thank you,” Aidan tells our server, smiling at her. Flustered, she backs into another server, nearly upsetting his tray. Her cheeks pink and she hurries away. 

“Way to go,” I say, pulling the celery stalk from my drink and taking a loud bite. “I hope she doesn’t forget our order now.” 

Aidan shrugs. “Can’t help it. I didn’t ask her to get twitterpated.” 

“Twitterpated? Seriously?” 

“Technical term. As a writer, you really should already know that.” Aidan removes everything from his Bloody Mary, including the straw, and lays it out on a napkin. 

“Unnecessary,” he explains, motioning at the discarded vegetables before taking a drink. 

I don’t agree. I leave everything in. 

“So,” he says, setting the drink down and pushing it away. “Are you going to tell me you stayed up all night writing hot sex scenes?” 

Heat creeps through me at the thought. 

Aidan sits back against his side of the booth, his lips twitching with the laughter he’s keeping contained. “Come on. Confess.” 

“You know I didn’t.” I grab my own drink and take a long pull through the straw. The heat of it makes me cough, and I reach for my ice water, thankful I thought to ask our twitterpated server for a glass of water alongside my drink. 

Aidan watches me, his thumb running across his bottom lip. “Don’t you think it might be time you got over that?” 

“Says the guy who had meaningless sex last night.” 

He shakes his head. “Says the guy who had meaningless sex last night and this morning.” 

I feign shock. “A two-fer?” 

Aidan’s shoulders shake as he laughs. When his laughter subsides, he grows serious. “I think I’ve figured it out. You wrote a book for two people who don’t love each other. And no matter how many happy endings you write, they will never have one.” 

Ouch. Aidan always knows how to get to the heart of a matter. If there were an arrow lodged in a tree trunk, Aidan’s words could be the arrow to split the existing arrow in half. His words are simple and honest. Painful to hear, and his accuracy even more painful to admit.  

He continues. “If you weren’t writing for them, what kind of book would you write?” 

I don’t respond, mostly because I’m not sure what to say. I grab hold of my straw and make designs on the surface of my drink. The red liquid dips and sways, little flecks of black pepper disappearing and floating back up to the surface. 

What kind of book would I write if I didn’t write the happily ever after my parents never had? I…don’t know. I love romance. The angst, the desire, the tension, and at the bottom of it all, the one feeling that connects us all. Love. We all want it, we all need it. Love ignites passion and causes wars. It instills fear in the bravest of us, and the threat of its removal brings the strongest to their knees. 

I want it for myself as much as I wanted it for my parents. 

My parents tried. They were in love when I was a little kid, I’m positive of that. Something happened. What I saw were small hurts that led to pain-soaked side comments and passive-aggressive arguments. Then came the aggressive arguments, the holes in the walls, the bruises on my mom’s arms from where he’d grab her while they argued. And then, what I now understand to be the silent marriage killer: Indifference. At the time, I didn’t know what it meant when my dad had to work late, and my mom didn’t appear to care. I was just relieved they were no longer fighting. What I didn’t understand was that was because neither believed there was anything to fight for. 

My room became my refuge, and I put my nose in a book and came out only when necessary. Romantic novels were my escape, and I pictured my parents as the heroine and hero. Until the steamy scenes, anyhow. 

Flash forward ten years, and I’m operating as the adult version of that girl. Adult me is divorced, lives in New York City, makes a living at a soul-sucking job, and receives rejection letters at an impressive rate. How can I tell my teenage self that this is what she will become? 

I look up at Aidan, and my heart floods with how grateful I am for him. His eyebrows lift, and I realize he’s still waiting on my answer. 

“I don’t know. Romance, definitely. I love love. It’s a sickness for which there is no cure.” 

“You still wouldn’t let your characters get it on even if you weren’t picturing your mom and dad while writing?” Aidan raises his eyebrows. 

“My characters get it on,” I reply, just as the server drops off our breakfast. It’s probably not the weirdest sentence she’s ever heard at one of her tables. 

Aidan thanks the server and picks up his fork. He stabs the air between us before using it to pick up a link of turkey sausage. “Your characters do not get it on. They have chaste kisses.” He takes a bite, chews, and continues. “Side note, that’s the first time I’ve ever used the word chaste.” 

“God knows you’ve never behaved that way.” I cut off a piece of my pancake and take a bite. Yum. Warm. Fluffy. Sweet icing. Eat those feelings, Natalie. Normally I’m a ‘clean eater’ as my sister puts it. Vegetables all day, no carbs after four in the afternoon, lean protein, blah blah blah. But when I’m sad, I eat. If I told Sydney, she’d tell me to find a better way to handle my feelings. Precisely why I don’t tell my sister. 

“Is that what you wanted?” Aidan nods at my next forkful. 

“Um hmmm,” I answer, chewing. 

“Why do you write chaste kisses, Natalie?” 

I stare at him, confused. He knows my reason. Why ask me? 

“Childhood trauma can only be your excuse for so long. Why else do you write the way you do?” He leans forward, forearms pressing into the edge of the table. For someone who’s asking a question, he doesn’t have the look of someone with a query. His eyes are warm. Confident. Knowing.  

“Just say it,” I tell him. “You obviously think you have a direct line to my brain.” 

He laughs. “In college I majored in What Natalie Isn’t Saying.” 

I laugh too. I can’t help it. “Well, come on then,” I say, motioning with one hand. “Lay it on me.” Picking up a slice of thick-cut bacon, I munch and wait for Aidan to answer. 

He eyes me for a second, places his palms on the table, and pushes to stand. He steps away from his side of the booth, only to slide into mine. His leg bumps mine, and I slide down, making room for him. “What are you doing?”  

He still doesn’t answer. Using two fingers, he pulls the bacon from my own two fingers and tosses it on my plate. 

“Aid—” The rest of his name is stolen from my mouth. The tip of his pointer finger is on top of my right hand and he’s sliding it up my bare arm, past my elbow, up to my shoulder. 

I’m too shocked to speak, too shocked to move, too shocked to even breathe. 

His finger continues across my collarbone, tickling up my neck and to the far corner of my jaw, where his one finger multiplies into all five. He turns my head so I’m facing him, and I look into his eyes, searching for an explanation. In all our years of friendship, he has never touched me this way. When I get to his eyes, I find his gaze not on my own, but on my lips. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth and lets it slide back out. 

I start to ask a question, but then he leans in, pressing his lips to the space beside my ear. “In a book, whatever followed me touching you like this, would not be chaste.” 

At once every part of him that’s touching me disappears. He leaves my side of the booth and sits back down. He takes a bite of eggs and looks up at me like nothing happened. 

“You’re flushed.” He points at my face with his fork. 

“No shit,” I mutter, looking for something to throw at him. Aside from my cutlery, there is nothing I can throw that would do only minor damage. “I was attacked by a one-fingered bandit.” Retrieving my bacon, I stuff the rest of it in my mouth and glare at him. “Why the hell did you do that?”  

“Material,” he says. “Now you can go home and write about the kind of kiss that would come after a lead-in like that.” 

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” 

“Your cheeks tell me my effort was not in vain.” 

Cupping my hands, I place them on my traitorous cheeks and give him a dirty look. “Extreme surprise causes flushing too.” 

Aidan’s eyes grow wide. “That’s it,” he says, his hand shaking with excitement. A forkful of eggs tumbles to his plate. 

“What?” I’m still not over what he just did to me. I’m not sure if I should be angry. I don’t feel angry, but it seems to be the right emotion to have when your best friend does what he just did. 

“Are you free tonight?” he asks, then chuckles. “Why do I even ask? Of course you’re free. I’m coming over to—” 

“I have plans, actually.” I cross my arms. Now I’m mad. 

Aidan waves off my plans without hearing them. “Old movies at that crappy little theater don’t count.” 

“They do too.” I love those movies. Tonight they’re playing Scarlett, and I want to watch it. I haven’t read the book since high school. 

“Cancel that plan. I’m coming over and we’re setting up an online dating profile.” 

“Nope.” I shake my head. “No in every language, in every way a person can say it. No.” 

Aidan crosses his arms and looks at me. “I’ll watch Gone With The Wind with you.” 

I twist my lips and look away. Behind the bar, a guy in a white T-shirt throws a towel over one shoulder and presses buttons on a gigantic, complicated looking coffee machine. The Bloody Mary has settled into my veins, the vodka covering me in a soft, gauzy haze. I should probably order a coffee soon. 

I look back to Aidan. Excitement lights up his eyes. He senses I’m about to cave. For years I’ve tried to get him to watch old movies with me, and for years he has refused. Sappy romances are my limit. I can practically hear him saying it.  

Creating an online dating profile doesn’t mean I’ll actually have to use it. It can collect dust in the farthest corner of the internet. 

I reach my hand across the table. “Deal?” 

Aidan places his warm hand in my own and grins. “Deal.”




Author Jennifer Millikin

Author Jennifer Millikin

About the Author
Jennifer Millikin is a contemporary fiction author of five full-length novels and a contributor for Scottsdale Moms Blog. When she isn’t writing she can be found cooking, hiking, or in downward dog.







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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – CHARMED EMPIRE (Empire) by Brooke Ellis


Welcome to the blog tour for CHARMED EMPIRE, the first book in the adult romantic suspense series, Empire by Brooke Ellis. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CHARMED EMPIRE (Empire #1) by Brooke Ellis

CHARMED EMPIRE (Empire #1) by Brooke Ellis

About the Book
Series: Empire #1
Author: Brook Ellis
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 4, 2019
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A simple key-ring charm throws an empire into chaos.

Their 24-hour holiday romance began at the Statue of Liberty, the key-ring charm he gave her is a constant reminder.

Ten years later Adeline returns to New York to find, unexpectedly, re-kindled lust and love. Turmoil follows as his powerful mother barges into their lives.

A violent act causes tensions to explode at a high-profile fund-raiser, where love and marriages are threatened as secrets from long-ago have a very public climax.








We climb into the old freight elevator. Mitch slams the heavy metal grate closed and turns to meet my face. I reach over to press button four, and the elevator clunks into action. He runs his hand with the lightest touch over mine, up my arm, where it happens to graze over my breast and up to my face.  Our faces mere inches apart. I can feel his warm breath on my slightly parted lips. He traces the tip of his tongue over the Cupid’s bow, his hands firmly clasped around my cheeks. He brings my face closer into his, our lips parting, his tongue slowly swirling into my mouth and entangling with mine.

The old freight lift comes to a screeching halt. Our bodies jolt in time with it, and we bump noses mid-kiss, which sets off the laughter again.

I grab onto Mitch’s tie, this time, with more conviction, “Come on, Yankee. Come and meet my Reggie.” I lead him to the front door of the apartment.

Standing quietly at the door as I fumble for my keys, we hear voices from within, one of them male, the other Reggie. My eyes grow wide as I try to decipher what’s being said and whether we should go in or not.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go in,” he says, gripping the sleeve of my shirt. “Addie, what if she’s, you know … busy,” Mitch declares.

I whack him in the arm, “Stop it! We’ll just make some noise as we’re going in. She’ll be in her studio and will hear us. If everything goes silent, it means she is, you know, busy busy, and we’ll just head straight upstairs to my room.”

“Addie, no. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. It’d be bad enough that you almost bust her with a guy, but she doesn’t need a stranger in the mix as well. I’ll pick you up at seven forty-five.” He takes my keys from my hand, dips his into his trouser pocket, and then hooks a small copper Statue of Liberty charm to the key chain.

“That’s where I went when I wandered off today.” With that, he kisses me quickly on the lips, turns, and heads back toward the lift. “I’ll see you soon, Aussie.” He looks over his shoulder to where he left me standing. I capture another glimpse of him as I lean with my back against the architrave, smiling to myself.

I inhale a deep breath as I turn my key in the door, apprehensive of what is happening on the other side with Reggie and her male guest. With gusto, I fling the door open, trying to make as much noise as possible to disrupt something that may or may not be going on.

“Hey Reggie. You here?” I yell.

“Addie, come on in here, girl. We’re having wine and cheese while I paint. There’s somebody I’d like you to meet,” she replies immediately, her voice wafting from her studio.




Author Brooke Ellis

Author Brooke Ellis

About the Author
Spending most of her life in Sydney, Australia, before moving back to her hometown of Brisbane, Brooke worked as a chef in many a steamy hot kitchen. Which provided the perfect segue into writing equally steamy hot contemporary romance books. Letting her imagination run wild, she set out writing her first novel in 2017, which turned into a second and third in 2018.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – ONLY WITH YOU (Connor Family) by Layla Hagen


Today is release day for ONLY WITH YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Connor Family, by USA Today bestselling author, Layla Hagen. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

ONLY WITH YOU (Connor Family #4) by Layla Hagen

ONLY WITH YOU (Connor Family #4) by Layla Hagen

About the Book
Series: Connor Family #4
Author: Layla Hagen
Release Date: March 5, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Carter Sloane is famous for one thing: winning cases. He’s sharp, astute, and always gets his way. In his private life, he’s constantly fumbling his way around when it comes to raising his two nieces.

When he moves into a new office, he just can’t take his eyes off the fiercely independent woman across the street. He’d love to touch and kiss that irresistible body.

Valentina “Val” Connor is proud of her booming fragrance company. If only she were half as successful in her love life… Between trusting the wrong men and sheer bad luck, Val is convinced she’ll never find the one.

However, the sexy lawyer in the neighborhood with his sophisticated charm and sex-appeal is hell bent on proving to her that she’s wrong. Val’s senses warn her to stay away from men like him-even if her body is begging her to cave.

But when she finds out about Carter’s nieces, she steps in to help, doting on them with love and care. She can’t believe that the same man who is usually in control is completely in over his head with the girls.

But as Val and Carter grow closer, one thing is clear to him: He’d move mountains to make her happy, but with Val’s career soaring, how can he ask her to commit to the chaos of his life?




“Figures,” she mumbled, more to herself.

“Figures what?”

“That you like to work out.” She pointed at my chest, then promptly dropped her hand, as if just realizing what she’d done.

I smiled lazily. “Oh, yeah? You like… the package, Val?”

“I’m trying to decide if my honesty will go to your head.”

I laughed, and Val playfully slapped my shoulder.   

“Well, you probably own a mirror, and you see what I see, so there’s no reason for me to be dishonest.”

Despite knowing it wasn’t the smartest thing, I leaned closer.

“I want to hear you say it, Valentina.”

She narrowed her eyes, as if weighing the pros and cons.

“No, I don’t think I will. Too much self-confidence is as bad as no confidence. It’s what my dad used to say. He was Irish and tried to pass all sorts of weird sayings as old Irish proverbs, but my friend Google disagrees. I think Dad just made them up. But I like them.”

She relaxed—until I moved even closer. “Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook about the other thing.”

Val licked her lips, then shrugged one shoulder playfully. “Suit yourself. I can’t be pressured.”

I wiggled my eyebrows. “No, but I bet you can be… persuaded.”

“By you?”


“Mmmm… I don’t think so, Mr. Sloane. You lack the proper persuasion tools.”

That was a sweet challenge.

“And what might those be?”

“Think I’m gonna make it easy for you?”

“Give me a hint.”

Val spoke the next words with utmost seriousness. “Well, bribery works better than persuasion, if I’m honest. If my sisters are to be believed, I can be talked into crazy things whenever there is ice cream involved. I, on the other hand, can convince them to do crazy things with my famous cheesecake.”


“I have other persuasion tools.”

“Such as?”

I lowered my gaze to her mouth, keeping it there until she darted out the tip of her tongue, wetting her lips.

She flexed her back and wobbled backward a little. I brought a hand to her arm to stabilize her, afraid she’d land in the fountain otherwise. She looked up at me from under those long lashes, and I didn’t even register moving my hand from her arm to cup her face, resting my thumb just under her mouth. She parted her lips, releasing a shaky exhale, and I couldn’t stay away anymore. I closed the distance between us and spoke against her lips.  

“I’m going to kiss you, Valentina.”

When she gave me a low moan as an answer, I crushed my mouth to hers. I slid my hand to the back of her head. When I sucked a little on her tongue, she groaned right into my mouth.

With my free hand, I drew her closer. I needed more than her lips. I wanted the warmth of her body, to feel her sweet curves. No, that was a mistake… because now that she was pressed against me, I became greedier still, wanting to feel her skin. I lost all sense of space and time, right until I realized she was whispering my name. Then I pulled her in my lap, moving my hands up her legs.

Her skin broke out in goose bumps. When I moved past her knees, her hips slid forward an inch. When I cupped her ass, my fingers didn’t encounter fabric, and for a split second, I thought she wasn’t wearing panties. At the thought of her bare, I nearly lost my mind.



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Author Layla Hagen

Author Layla Hagen

About the Author
Layla Hagen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. 

She fell in love with books when she was nine years old, and her love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.

She writes steamy and romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.

She is represented by fabulous Louise Fury (The Bent Agency)


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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – CONVICT (Unfit Hero) by Hayley Faiman


Welcome to the blog tour for CONVICT, the first book the adult romantic suspense series, Unfit Hero, by Hayley Faiman. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CONVICT (Unfit Hero #1) by Hayley Faiman

CONVICT (Unfit Hero #1) by Hayley Faiman

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Series: Unfit Hero #1
Author: Hayley Faiman
Release Date: February 21, 2019
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
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Guilty. ExCon. Felon. Prisoner. Criminal.

Words that now represent me. Words that keep any decent person away from me.  I never gave much thought to words before now.

Slut. Hussy. Whore. Homewrecker. Jezebel.

Words that now reflect me. Words that will stay indefinitely. The evidence of those words grow inside of me. Those Words make the entire town assume they are vindicated to use them.

I am wrong.

They are right.







I should push him away. I should tell him to stop. I should do a lot of things. I don’t do any of them. What I do is press my palms against his hard chest and moan a little louder. Rylan’s fingers grip my hips and I wish they would move lower, or higher. I wish they would roam all over my body. I know his rough calloused fingers are going to feel amazing against my skin. 

“Rylan,” I breathe when he breaks the kiss slowly. He nibbles on my bottom lip, as though he doesn’t want to pull away from me, and I don’t want him to. Not ever.

He grunts. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

Lifting my hands, I wrap them around his biceps, afraid he’s going to walk away from me, afraid he’s going to turn around and leave. I didn’t think it was possible to want a man I barely know. I want him, though. I want all of him, and I want him now. 

Looking up at him, I blink a few times and inhale deeply before letting it out on a sigh. “I shouldn’t either, but here we are. Don’t go,” I beg. 

His light brown eyes search my own. I don’t know what he sees in my gaze, but whatever it is, he nods. He makes a decision, internally. He doesn’t voice it, whatever it is, and I’m too nervous to ask him what it could be. I gasp when he leans down, his face moving closer to mine and he nips my bottom lip. 

“Promised myself I wouldn’t touch you. Swore it, in fact,” he informs me. 

I bite my bottom lip, my eyes staying focused on his. “But?” I chance. 

“I’m a fucking liar,” he exhales. “A goddamn liar.” He wraps his arm around my thighs, beneath my ass and picks my feet up off of the ground. 




Author Hayley Faiman

Author Hayley Faiman

About the Author
I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard.

Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime..



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Blog Tour – Excerpt – LOVE AND CHAOS (Chaos) by S.M. Soto


Welcome to the blog tour for LOVE AND CHAOS, the third book in the adult dark romance/romantic suspense series, Chaos by S.M. Soto. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

LOVE AND CHAOS (Chaos #3) by S.M. Soto

LOVE AND CHAOS (Chaos #3) by S.M. Soto

About the Book
Series: Chaos #3
Author: S.M. Soto
Genre: Adult Fantasy Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2019
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Hell is rising

People are dying…all in the name of love.

Tell me, can the Devil and his Angel survive the flames?

Deception and Blood were the counterparts, but now, can Sophia and Creed navigate their way through the never ending Chaos?










Excerpt #1
When I wake the next morning, I don’t get out of bed right away; instead, I shift my gaze down to the warm body cuddled in my arms. I stare down at Sophia while she sleeps soundly in my arms a little longer than I normally do. My eyes trace the soft lines and features of her face. Her dark lashes are fanned across her cheeks that are tinged pink with warmth from sleeping. Her lips that are naturally pouty have seemed to grow in size during the pregnancy. Everything about her is the same yet so incredibly different. I’ve never thought pregnant women were beautiful, never thought much about them at all, but Sophia, the way she carries pregnancy, she looks like a fucking goddess. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does carrying my child.

I spent most of the dawn watching her sleep. Focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, her parted lips, the sensation of her soft skin beneath my rough hands. When I wasn’t doing that, I was talking to our little guy. It’s become a morning ritual lately. While his mom is still asleep, I chat with him about anything and everything. About how much I love his mother. How afraid I am for him to finally be here. About how much my mother would’ve loved him. But most of all, how much even now, I already love him.

Before Sophia, I never thought I was capable of love. But it seems because of her, I’m finding out my capacity for love and loving isn’t what I thought it was. What I feel for them both? I can’t even put it into words. It’s all-consuming. The love. The need to protect and cherish. And to think, if I’d never met her, I wouldn’t have this feeling. That feeling I get in my chest whenever I see her or whenever I feel him kick.

When the morning rays of light start to spill into the room, I press a kiss to her hair and slide out of bed to get dressed.


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Book 1: BLOOD AND CHAOS – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
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Author S.M. Soto

Author S.M. Soto

About the Author
S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl, and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise (carbs are life).




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Blog Tour – Teaser – ALL WE WERE (The Ex-Factor Duet) by Elisabeth Grace and Michelle Lynn

ALL WE WERE Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for ALL WE WERE the first book in the adult contemporary romance duet, The Ex-Factor, byUSA Today bestselling authors, Elisabeth Grace and Michelle Lynn. See below for information on the books, buy links, and an exclusive teaser.

ALL WE WERE (The Ex-Factor Duet #1) by Elisabeth Grace and Michelle Lynn

ALL WE WERE (The Ex-Factor Duet #1) by Elisabeth Grace and Michelle Lynn

About Book 1 – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Series: The Ex-Factor #1
Author: Elisabeth Grace and Michelle Lynn
Release Date: February 28, 2019
Adult Contemporary Romance
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Will I ever stop hurting the one person who’s never hurt me?

I’ve done things I can never undo. No matter how much I wish I could, sometimes the wounds I inflict are too deep, too catastrophic, too septic to heal. As I look into the eyes of the only man I’ve ever loved I know I’ve gone too far. I’ve finally crossed the line. Even if he knew my reason for doing this, he’d never forgive me.

He always puts my needs before his own. Now it’s my turn to protect him.

None of that matters though because the betrayal and disgust in his eyes comes from deep within his soul. There’s no coming back from this. He will forever be tormented by what he’s seen, and he will never forgive me.

The last fragment of my heart to hold out hope that we’d share a future, withers and dies.






Ex-Factor Duet


Author Elisabeth Grace

Author Elisabeth Grace

About Elisabeth Grace
USA Today bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never too busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing with others.





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Author Michelle Lynn

Author Michelle Lynn

About Michelle Lynn
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. 

She loves all thing romance and cries at happy endings! 





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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – LINCOLN (Angelbound Origins) by Christina Bauer


Welcome to the blog Tour for LINCOLN, a book between 1 and 2 in the young adult fantasy/romance series, Angelbound Origins, by Christina Bauer. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. For a limited time, you can pick up the ebook version of DUT BOUND, the prequel, for free, and ANGELBOUND, book 1 in the series, for just $0.99.

LINCOLN (Angelbound Origins #1.5) by Christina Bauer

LINCOLN (Angelbound Origins #1.5) by Christina Bauer

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Series: Angelbound Origins #1.5
Author: Christina Bauer
Publisher: Ink Monster, LLC
Release Date: February 26, 2019
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
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***Experience the events of Angelbound from Prince Lincoln’s point of view…And then enjoy an all-new part of his story!***

When it comes to fighting demons, Prince Lincoln is the greatest warrior in the history of his people, the thrax. Now Lincoln faces his hardest fight yet…and it’s not on a traditional battlefield.

Lincoln is falling in love. And the girl is part demon.

Between a fated dance at the Ryder mansion…a life-changing walk through a hedgerow maze…and a massive battle with none other than the King of Hell…Lincoln realizes that he wants to share his life with Myla Lewis, the part-demon girl who has captured his heart. However, an evil thrax noble—the powerful Earl of Acca—is prepared to do anything to stop Lincoln and Myla from having a future.

But Lincoln won’t give up on his Myla. Ever.

To fight Aldred, Lincoln works to create a different kind of marriage—an Alliance of the lesser thrax houses against Acca. Sadly, just as Lincoln starts to makes some progress, the nobles who’ve joined his Alliance begin to vanish. Is Aldred behind the disappearances, or is someone else vying for power? When Lincoln discovers the truth, it upends his entire world, threatening his future with Myla in ways no one could ever have imagined.

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Myla is Taken

As I ride Nightshade into camp, we slow to a walk. At this point, there shouldn’t be anyone running around the compound, but you never know. My horse’s hooves make sloshing sounds in the mud as I navigate through the labyrinth of cabins. Some places are neatly closed up. Others have open doors, the cabin’s interior showing as a mess of quickly piled belongings. Once Armageddon invaded, everyone was forced to evacuate through the temporary Pulpitum station. Clearly, some people handled the rush better than others.

I make a mental note to send servants back here to go through the cabins, inventory leftover items, and ensure they get to their rightful owners. My court wasn’t pleased to be stuck in Purgatory. Leaving in a rush for Armageddon would only make things worse. The least we can do is ensure they get their things.

I turn down the so-called street which holds my old cabin.

Beyond the spindly trees, the horizon line starts to lighten. Between nightfall and morning, there’s a certain kind of magic in the air. That power attracts some demon breeds to cause trouble. Shape shifters, mostly. And although there haven’t been many demons by our compound, that was mostly because the place was overrun with thrax. Now that my people have left, I’d expect more demons to poke about.

All of which is why I’m not surprised when I see a wispy shape before my cabin. Could be a shape shifter. Or a muto demon. Perhaps even a false vision from a hedge witch. As Night walks me closer, my blood freezes. The shape is none of those things.

It’s Myla.

And she’s a ghost.

Terror rattles through my nervous system. I slide off Night and race over to the spectral version of Myla. My girl hunches over in pain.

“Lincoln,” she moans.

I kneel before her, tilting my head to catch her line of vision. “I’m here.”

“Some thrax asshole in a toga showed up. He wants me to serve him for eternity.” She hisses in a breath. “I told him to fuck off.”

I recall what happened with Devak, Silvinio and Jali. “This happened to some of my ministers. They were approached by the Tithe, too.”

She hisses in a pained breath. “What does he want with me?”

“You have angelic blood; he’s obsessed with angels. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

She hunches over into a crouch. “It hurts.”

“That happened to Jali. It’s because you’re not accepting the change. Keep fighting. If you stop and give in, he’ll turn you into an effigy.”

She looks up at me through her mass of hair. “A what?”

“A stone soldier that will serve him forever. That won’t happen, though. I’m coming for you.”

“Then we’ll kill that dickhead.”

“Yes, we will. I promise.”

“Good.” Myla falls over and moans. A moment later, her ghostly self vanishes. I race over to Night, ready to hoist myself back on her saddle and return to Myla’s house. Her body is still alive, even if her ghost has been separated. At least, that’s what happened with Jali, Devak and Silvinio. I must get her physical self to safety. I set my foot in the stirrup, ready to mount Night and take off. That’s when I hear it.

A low moan.

And it’s coming from my cabin.

All the hair on my neck stands on end. I’d know that particular voice anywhere.

It can’t be.

Once again, I set both feet on solid ground. My hurt thuds against my rib cage. I rush over to my cabin and throw open the door.

Walker lies on the floor. The back of his head is a mass of blood.

I race inside. “Walker!”



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Author Christina Bauer

About the Author
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers.

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby..

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