Welcome to the book blitz for ABSOLUTION, the second book in the adult romantic suspense series, Hunter, by J.V. Speyer. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis The would-be highwayman killer’s case is closed, and Luis has been cleared to return to work. He and Donovan are starting their new life together, and while they’re both a little new at this whole “stable relationship” thing they’re determined to make things work. When people start dying at Assonet Ledge, it seems like a typical case for Donovan until one of the victims turns out to be a missing person from out of state, bringing the FBI into one of Donovan’s cases yet again.
The park ranger at the site is everything Donovan isn’t, and Donovan finds himself wondering if his partner isn’t falling into old habits. Luis struggles to understand Donovan’s jealousy, which puts a strain on their relationship and the case. To top things off, there may be forces at work here that go back long before humans showed their faces, forces Luis can’t hope to understand. Will those forces propel the case, and Luis and Donovan’s rekindled romance, off a cliff?
Excerpt #2 “Well, the alternative was pretty awful, so there’s that.” Luis grimaced. “It’s grim work sometimes, and it’s sure not easy, but it’s worth it. We’re getting our happily ever after, so I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He would, too. He’d always been willing to work for his happiness with Donovan as long as there was hope. He had his concerns about working on a case together again, but they’d get through it. Like the alternative to recovery Donovan had mentioned, the other option was too awful to contemplate.
“So I’ve got to ask,” Donovan said after a few seconds. “Freetown State Forest has a reputation, right?”
“Place is full of ghosts.” Luis chuckled. He didn’t need to ask what Donovan was getting at. “Most of them were kind of static though. I guess the technical term is residual? They weren’t interacting with the modern living world at all. They were just kind of re-creating the past. It was kind of interesting to see that past, but not helpful. Some of them were a little more aware. One chased after the pickup truck the other day, when you first joined in. Or when we first joined in, depending on your point of view. Anyway, he chased after us for a while, yelling at us to ‘Get off his lawn.’”
“Wait, what?” Donovan burst out laughing. “You’re joking.”
“Nope. Angry old white guy sitting in an old lawn chair, drinking a beer. If it weren’t for the glow, and the fact that none of you could see him, I’d have thought he was alive. He chucked the beer at the truck, and another one appeared in his hand. If I have to be a ghost when I die, I aspire to that level of badassery.”
Donovan pulled onto the highway. “Luis, you don’t even drink.”
“I’ll throw something else then. Or I’ll start drinking ghost beers just so I can throw them at passersby.” Luis grinned. “I still feel like I’m lost at sea with all this ghost stuff, but I’m getting there.”
About the Author J. V. Speyer has lived in upstate New York and rural Catalonia before making the greater Boston, Massachusetts area her permanent home. She has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management. She currently lives just south of Boston in a house old enough to remember when her town was a tavern community with a farming problem.
J. V. finds most of her inspiration from music. Her tastes run the gamut from traditional to industrial and back again. When not writing she can usually be found enjoying a baseball game or avoiding direct sunlight. She’s learning to crochet so she can make blankets to fortify herself against the cold.
Welcome to the book blitz for OF SHADOW AND LIGHT, a stand-alone adult paranormal romance, by Ebony Olson. See below for information on the book, preorder links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
OF SHADOW AND LIGHT by Ebony Olson
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: OF SHADOW AND LIGHT Author:Ebony Olson Release Date: May 1, 2019
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis She will be the one to take his coldness,
She will unveil the Unseelie darkness and show them light.
She will unite what should never have broken.
The daughter of the moon will teach him love and the radiance of the sun.
Her inner light will purify the tainted ones,
And she will guide the fey by wisp-light.
‘Prophecy of the Dark Prince’
Messina Doe was just looking for a warm place to spend the night. What she discovers is a place the human race had long ago buried and forgotten.
The dark Fey haven’t forgotten humans. The throne room of the Unseelie court is the hottest underground nightclub around, but if you step through the wrong door, there is no going back.
No one ever escapes. Never.
Once, someone did.
Author Ebony Olson
About the Author Ebony lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband, daughter, and six cats. She loves to read fantasy, thrillers, and paranormal romance, spending most of her free time with her nose in a book or writing.
Having always possessed an over-active imagination she spent her younger years regaling friends with fantastic stories, holding her audience captive with the passion and suspense of her characters plights.
Now in adulthood, she has numerous published works and shows no signs of stopping her imagination from spreading across as many pages as it can find.
Welcome to the book blitz for SNIPER, the thirteenth book in the adult contemporary romance/romantic suspense series, Reed Security, by Giulia Lagomarsino. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive teaser, and details on her giveaway.
SNIPER (Reed Security #13) by Giulia Lagomarsino
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: SNIPER Series:Reed Security #13 Author:Giulia Lagomarsino Release Date: April 22, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
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Synopsis Chance “Sniper” Hendrix is all about a good time. He was married when he was serving as a Navy SEAL and it didn’t work out so well for him. When his wife left him, he decided that he was going to enjoy life and do what he loved. He knows that marriage can be good, but he just doesn’t want to go there again. He never intended to sleep with a stripper. He never intended to get involved in her life. But now that he has, there’s no turning back. But there’s nothing fun about the situation he just got himself into and there may be no way out.
Morgan James is searching for her missing daughter, Payton. After months of a dead end investigation, she takes matters into her own hands. Working as a stripper, she’s looking for a man named ‘The Broker’. He either has the information she needs or he’s the one behind the devious plot. She’ll do anything to get her daughter back, but in this tangled web of lies and manipulations, who can she trust?
Author Giulia Lagomarsino
About the Author I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
Welcome to the book blitz for WHAT MATTERS MORE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by Liora Blake. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis A sexy contemporary romance about what happens when a casual one-night stand becomes anything but casual.
JT Maxwell has it all . . . well, almost. He’s a US Marshal, he looks like he belongs in an aftershave commercial, and he has tattoos—lots of tattoos. Unfortunately, he’s also in debt up to his pretty blue eyeballs. Between that and his recent divorce, his personal life is nonexistent these days. But when a free-spirited artist approaches him for a no-strings-attached one-night stand, things suddenly start looking up.
Anya Alves’s life is a mess. She’s lost her job, caught her boyfriend cheating on her, and if it weren’t for the house-sitting gig she just landed, she’d be homeless. On top of all that, her creative muse has up and disappeared. If she doesn’t get it back, her burgeoning career as an artist will be over before it starts. But after indulging in a steamy hook-up with a guy who makes it easy to forget her troubles, she gets her mojo back.
The last thing she expects when starting her house-sitting job, is to see her sexy one-night stand again . . . living right across the street.
Excerpt #3 After knocking back a huge glass of water and sharing a warm shower with Anya, JT had managed to regain his equilibrium. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went outside and grabbed his clothes off the lounge chair, discovering Anya snuggled down in bed when he came back inside, the bed coverings gathered into a big fluffy pile around her. Her damp hair was braided into a length that hung over one shoulder, and she was wearing an oversized tank top that dipped low enough to show off the valley between her breasts. JT slipped his pants on and then pulled on his shirt, watching her expression turn more tentative with every button he worked closed.
Anya nodded, then shifted her attention to the bed coverings and began smoothing the fabric absentmindedly. JT stopped buttoning his shirt, dropping his hands to his sides. Her eyes flicked up, and when she saw how he was just standing there, waiting, she drew in a long breath.
“When we were talking about my art earlier, you said something about wanting things,” she said faintly, drawing the comforter up so it was bunched around her shoulders. “About how it was a good thing to want success and how I can’t shy away from it if I really want something.”
JT nodded, resisting the intense urge to reach for her. The bed and its coverings were clearly acting as her cocoon right now, and until he was sure she wanted him to breach that safe zone, he needed to stay put.
“This artist-in-residence program I applied for?” She let out a surrendering exhale. “I want that, JT. So much. I want them to pick me. I want it so much I can’t think about it too much. If I do, it will make me crazy.” Her eyes glazed with what might become tears if she allowed it. “I’ve never wanted anything in my career like I want this. Never.”
JT’s chest swelled, almost pained by what it felt like Anya was handing him right now.
She was trusting him to treat her goals and aspirations with care, to hold on to them in those moments when she believed she couldn’t, and to hand them back to her whenever she was ready.
And JT was damn sure that not only did he want to rise to that challenge, he was ready for it. JT crawled up on the bed, sitting down in front of her so he could cage her in with his legs. He took her face in his hands.
“Then I hope you get it. That’s what I want for you.” She lost the battle with the tears brimming in her eyes. JT caught a lone teardrop with the sweep of one thumb across her cheek. “I hope they see how passionate you are, how no one deserves this more. If I could make it happen for you, I would. I’d do anything, even move a fucking mountain, if that’s what made you happy.”
A wobbly smile lit her face, followed by a shaky-sounding thank you. JT felt his heart start to ache so intensely it made him light-headed, in the same way the adrenaline rush from capturing a fugitive did. This, though, was all because he’d made Anya feel safe and happy—and not by way of anything that came with a price tag.
He’d done it by being there for her when her heart was full of doubt, reminding her, when it mattered most, that she was everything to him.
Author Liora Blake
About the Author Wife of one. Mom of three plus a Beagle.
Liora Blake is a contemporary romance author living in Colorado.
When she isn’t writing, she’s likely baking cookies she shouldn’t eat, inventing elaborate excuses to avoid going for a run, or asking the nice barista to sell her another quad-shot Americano.
Welcome to the book blitz for BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE, the first book in the adult paranormal romance series, Beautiful Nightmare, by L.C. Son. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE (Beautiful Nightmare #1) by L.C. Son
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE Series:Beautiful Nightmare #1 Author:L.C. Son Release Date: February 14, 2019
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis Damina Nicaud, a beautiful, successful art buyer in Washington, D.C., has been plagued by hauntingly romantic dreams of a mystery man every night. While she knows she shouldn’t consider her dreams to be anything more than anxiety brought on by her upcoming nuptials, she can’t help but be lured into its entreat. Unbeknownst to her, the dreamscape that plagues her mind will be all that carries her through eventual heartbreak and learning the truth of her orphaned lineage. She is more than human.
Escaping to New Orleans on the heels of her broken heart, she begins to unravel the mystery of her life while discovering a love powerful enough to unleash an ancient power residing within herself. Weaving through a world of artistic passion, vampires, wolves, and the supernatural, Damina Nicaud begins to take hold of her BeautifulNightmare.
Excerpt The cold floor at my feet, the shivers up my spine—I stand speechless at the vivid red all around me. The guttural sounds that echo throughout the room stir core of me, but I do not run. I do not retreat. How could I? This is what I ran to. I chose this. It was always meant to be. This I know for now and for certain. My time has come.”
This is our spot. The place where he comes to see me. I know he can see me because the moonlit sky illuminates the area where I stand like a spotlight. But under the golden oak is shadow cast. I can only see his silhouette.
I’ve never seen his full face. Just his eyes. The look in his crystalline green eyes paralyzes me with awe, fear, endearment, and safety.
He stays in the shadows, waiting for me to come closer. But I cannot. There are stirring shadows all around us. He is unmoved. I am afraid.
My fear keeps me from going closer and running into his embrace. I know that he will wrap me in his arms, and I will be safe. But I stand still. Frozen.
Author L.C. Son
About the Author Wife of one. Mom of three plus a Beagle.
Well, at least that’s how I’m described in the confines of my everyday life.
Writing has always been second nature to me. I spent my childhood creating short stories and my collegiate years writing for the campus paper (Go TERPS!) Jump twenty years to the present–I’m still writing. At my day job I spend most of my time writing capability briefs, white papers, proposals–you name it.
Then one day it hit me! It was time to access my own creative power and bring to life the characters I’ve created in my mind.
In addition to enjoying life with my amazing family, I can usually be found with my head in a book, binging my favorite shows, and watching movies with jaw-dropping scores! (I love all things Danny Elfman!)
I hope you enjoy my first book, BeautifulNightmare. It has everything you’d look to find in a paranormal romance-urban fantasy-new age novel. Vampires. Wolves. Love. And so much more!
Welcome to the book blitz for EXTINCTION OF ALL CHILDREN, the first book in the young adult dystopian series, Extinction of All Children, by L.J. Epps. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
EXTINCTION OF ALL CHILDREN (Extinction of All Children #1) by L.J. Epps
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: EXTINCTION OF ALL CHILDREN Series: Extinction of All Children #1 Author: L.J. Epps Release Date: June 3, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
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Synopsis A young adult, fantasy novel about a teenager who is the last eighteen-year-old in her territory. There will never be another child; every baby born after her has been taken away. Everyone wonders why she survived.
Emma Whisperer was born in 2080, in the small futuristic world of Craigluy. President Esther, in charge for the last twenty-two years, has divided their world into three territories, separated by classes—the rich, the working class, and the poor—because she believes the poor should not mingle with the others. And, the poor are no longer allowed to have children, since they do not have the means to take care of them.
Any babies born, accidentally or willfully, are killed. Emma is the last eighteen-year-old in her territory; every baby born after her has died. Somehow, she survived this fate.
During the president’s Monday night speech, she announces a party will be held to honor the last child in the territory, Emma Whisperer. Emma must read a speech, expressing how happy she is to be the last eighteen-year-old.
Emma doesn’t like the rules; she doesn’t believe in them. So, she feels she must rebel against them. Her family doesn’t agree with her rebellion, since they are hiding a big secret.
If this secret gets out, it will be disastrous, and deadly, for her family.
During Emma’s journey, she meets—and becomes friends with—Eric. He is one of the guards for the president. She also befriends Samuel, another guard for the president, who is summoned to watch over her. As Emma meets new people, she doesn’t know who she can trust. Yet, she finds herself falling for a guy, something which has never happened before.
After doing what she feels is right, Emma finds herself in imminent danger.
In the end, she must make one gut-wrenching decision, a decision that may be disastrous for them all.
“Fans of dystopian fantasy will devour this book. L. J. Epps writes a story that, while dealing with heavy subject matter, is still a light, enjoyable read. This dystopian fantasy novel ignites the imagination, and is a must read for fans of The Hunger Games and the Divergent Trilogy.”
—Kristina Gemmell, Beta Reader
Excerpt #1 I take in a deep breath before walking into my family’s house. Our brick home is around a thousand square feet. My father says since it is on the smaller side, it takes a lot less money to heat and cool. The back of the house is like a forest, and the front of the house is on a dirt road with lots of gravel. As soon as I reach the front door, I notice the stench of beans lingering in the air, making the room smell as if a skunk has run through it.
“You’re late,” my brother, Theodore, says. “You know dinner is at six.”
He shoves my arm. He has on dark clothing that mirrors my own.
“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. Another stupid rule. “It’s almost eight.” I glance at the brown clock on the wall. “Shouldn’t you be done?”
“We had to stop what we were doing and watch the box,” he says, then he gulps down a bottle of water.
His Adam’s apple moves in and out, while the bottle crinkles in his hand.
“Yes, the announcements came early.” My father rises from the dining room table. “I’m sure you heard them.”
He walks to the living room where I am.
“I did.” I lower my eyes.
“Where were you?” Mother asks. “We were worried.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, but I’m fine. I watched the announcements from the supply store.”
I know they worry about me, but I also know they won’t ask how I ended up at the supply store, or ask why my jeans are dirty. There is a more pressing question they want to ask.
“Did you see her?” my mother asks.
“Yes,” I reply.
Now that is what they really care about.
“How was she?”
“I guess as good as she can be.” I shrug.
“What does that mean?” my mother asks with a frown. “You’re not giving me any details.”
I sigh. It was the same questions every time I go to the wooded area. Another sigh follows because my heart saddens, seeing how old my mother looks. She is only in her fifties, but I can see the gray strands in her dark hair instantly becoming grayer every time we discuss this. Even when I bring back food, my mother is too tense to eat. Day by day she is growing thinner.
“Emma, answer your mother,” my father says, looking at me with slanted eyes.
“If you want to know how she is, why don’t you go and see her yourself?” I snap back. I’m tired of the theatrics. But it was a stupid question. I know why they can’t go. They aren’t strong enough or fast enough.
“You know your mother moves too slowly. She would never make it there,” my father says, echoing the very words in my head.
About the Author L.J. Epps is a lover of all things related to books: fiction and nonfiction novels, as well as biographies and autobiographies. She has also been known to sit and read comic books from cover to cover, several times over.
Over the last few years, L.J. has written several manuscripts; her mission is to publish all of them. She enjoys writing fiction in several genres, including contemporary romance and women’s fiction, as well as young adult dystopian, science fiction and fantasy. She loves to write because it immerses her into another world that is not her own.
Welcome to the book blitz for THREE STAR ISLAND, a stand-alone adult historical time-traveling romance, by Kat Caulberg. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THREE STAR ISLAND by Kat Caulberg
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: THREE STAR ISLAND Author:Kat Caulberg Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing Release Date: April 10, 2019
Genre: Adult Historical Time-Traveling Romance
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Synopsis Stepping through a time portal into 1716, historian Penny Saunders didn’t expect to get stranded in the past. Five years later, now a pariah to the townsfolk of Three Star Island, she endures solitude and ridicule until a hurricane tosses a dangerous castaway onto her shores.
William Payne’s history precedes him. Pirate, outlaw, and ruthless captain, he’s a monster among men. . . or so it seems. Desperately seeking redemption for his blood-soaked past, he upends Penny’s world by showing her a passion she’s never experienced.
But time is closing in on them; the governor of the Carolinas has rescinded his pirates’ pardon, the locals are growing suspicious of Penny’s new houseguest, and she can’t keep her secrets from William forever. When everything falls apart, she must use both wits and weapons against lawmen and pirates alike to save the one man who would tear down the world for her.
Excerpt Penelope stood in the crater the time portal had sliced into the tree line. Sheared-off branches sprouted new growth overhead, and grass choked the scorched ground, concealing most of the sand that had been fused into glass globules by the rift. Frowning, she dislodged one of the spheres with the tip of her shoe and kicked it into the dunes. This gate hadn’t opened in months.
Two days prior, a hurricane had ravaged Three Star. Alone on the southern tip of the island, Penny had ridden out the storm in her farmhouse while gales ripped up centuries-old live oaks by their roots and tossed debris through the walls of her outbuildings. She’d seen a time gate’s flicker in the immediate aftermath half a mile from where she now stood on the beach, but there had been no reason to dash out into the dwindling rain in hopes of reaching it before it shut.
None of them would let her go home again.
Grasping her skirts in one hand, she made her way through the oat grass to ascertain what the storm had offered her in compensation. The summer of 1721 had been a blistering one, providing scarcely any rain to offset the heat. With few thunderstorms of much note, ships in the area had enjoyed a season of calm, returning to port with full holds and happy sailors, and Penny’s larder suffered for it. Without wreckage to pick through, she’d survived on meager rations from her garden and the bones of a sloop that ran aground on the shoals to the south.
Yesterday threw one more long, hard bout of rain at the island, keeping her inside until dusk. Now, with the sun a few hours into the sky, she hurried to collect her share of the shattered remains of dead men’s fortunes. This time, she was determined it wouldn’t bother her. She tucked a short strand of hair behind her ear, knuckled her glasses higher, and proceeded to the shore.
The sea mirrored the heavens, flat and tranquil. Whitecaps lapped the sand, pulling back to reveal a stripe of broken shells stretching as far as she could see. Currents funneled past the rock barrier jutting out into the water, and a smattering of planks and splintered crates gathered on the sand bars the rising tide would soon submerge.
Penny stooped to dip her fingers into a mountain of sea foam. Lacework-white and delicate, it dissolved at her touch. A flicker of movement caught her eye. Slanting toward the beach on a downdraft, a laughing gull shrieked its peculiar, broken cry and swooped over a figure lying in the surf.
Her stomach dropped. The waves had disgorged a body.
Straightening, she fidgeted with her apron strings. The tide was rising. Soon, the ocean would reclaim the life it had taken, leaving no trace of the drowned man behind. Here, he was alone and unknown. Somewhere else, however, he would be an empty seat at a hearth, a bed half-filled, a promise unkept. Like her, he could never go home again.
Penelope sighed. Unable to bury him, she could at least bear witness to his return to the sea. Keeping close to the water, she trudged toward him.
She stopped when his arm moved. It was a tiny motion she could’ve mistaken for a trick of the wind, his sleeve toyed with by the breeze, yet when his fist clenched the sand, she was certain.
He was alive.
“Son of a . . .”
Author Kat Caulberg
About the Author For as long as she can remember, Kat Caulberg has been obsessed with history and the paranormal. Somewhat to the dismay of her parents, her interests led her into both museums and graveyards as a child, a trend which has continued into her adulthood. This has influenced her reading tastes and her writing, whether it be a good ghost story, thrilling tales of time-travel, or devouring endless volumes of ancient warfare.
She signed a contract with Soul Mate Publishing in 2018 for her first novel, Three Star Island, a time-travel story set in 1721. She enjoys writing strong, quirky heroines, and has a weakness for cheeky heroes who have as much compassion as they have flaws.
Kat currently lives in North Carolina with her Englishman and a few cats.
Welcome to the sale blitz for PEONY RED, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by J. Lynn Bailey. For a limited time, you can pick up the ebook for FREE! See below for information on the book and buy links.
PEONY RED by J. Lynn Bailey
About The Book
Title: PEONY RED Author: J. Lynn Bailey Publisher: J. House Publishing Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 14, 2018 Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
Synopsis Alex Fisher hasn’t been able to find her stride since the death of her husband three years ago. She’s out of a job, out of time, and running on fumes. So, when she receives two postcards from Granite Harbor, Maine, inviting her for a visit, she takes it as a sign for a start fresh.
For game warden Eli Young, life is simpler when he’s exploring the back roads of Maine. In the north woods, he doesn’t have to deal with town politics or his soon-to-be ex-wife.
When Alex makes Eli an offer he can’t refuse, he should say no. He should walk away. Except he can’t. Something about her leaves him tangled.
A dark storm is brewing in the small coastal town, and everyone is on edge when word spreads quickly about a young woman who has gone missing.
When a picture of Alex shows up at a gruesome scene, no one is prepared for what will happen next.
Eli wants to save Alex, but she has to save herself.
The question isn’t, Can she? It’s, Willshe?
Author J. Lynn Bailey
About the Author Lynn Bailey has loved to write since she learned to read, around the second grade. When she isn’t running after her children, watching COPS, or on the hunt for her next Laffy Taffy joke, you can probably find her holed up in her writing room feverishly working on her next book. She lives in Northern California with her family.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE IRRESISTIBLE SPARK, the latest release in the adult contemporary small town romance series, Applebottom Matchmaker Society, by Abby Tyler. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THE IRRESISTIBLE SPARK (Applebottom Matchmaker Society) by Abby Tyler
Synopsis She started the blaze. The firefighter fanned the flame.
Abby Tyler welcomes you to the witty, well-meaning busybodies of Applebottom, Missouri, where the community takes its pies — and its matchmaking — very seriously.
Lorelei Spencer is over that loser who wasted the last few years of her life, and she’s going to prove it.
After she’s had enough mourning and midnight rage-crying, Lorelei dumps all the clothes, stuffed animals, notes, and mementos from the relationship on her front lawn. Then, she sets the pile ablaze.
It feels great.
Until it catches the grass on fire, too.
Volunteer firefighter Micah Livingston arrives on the scene and handily douses the blaze. But the fire he puts out sparks a new one in his heart when he realizes this feisty woman with a zeal for life might be exactly what he’s been looking for.
Excerpt #2 A couple of the sodden pages had hearts all over them. Micah caught sight of the words love, forever, and sweetheart. He was starting to get a picture of what happened here. A relationship had ended, and Lorelei wanted to set fire to all the evidence.
The small crowd that had gathered scooted in closer, also curious about what had started the whole thing.
Micah cleared his throat. “We have this under control. Everybody can go on back now. We’ll get it cleaned up.”
Lorelei sank to her knees in the mud, gathering up any of the pages that were still legible. Micah turned to Fred. “I’m gonna stay here and help her get this picked up,” he said. “You can take the truck on back. We’re good.”
Fred looked between the two of them for a moment and gave him an exaggerated wink. “I’ll have the boys clear everybody out,” he said.
Lorelei looked ridiculously cute, a smudge on her nose, the papers clutched in her arms.
He shifted a little closer. “We can take this directly out to the dump, if you’re worried the neighbors might get nosy in the trash bin.”
Her eyes teared over. Micah wondered if this was a pretty recent breakup. That would explain all the crazy emotions and acting without thought.
About The Author Abby Tyler loves puppy dogs, pie, and small towns (she grew up in one!) Her Applebottom Matchmaker Society books combine the sweet and wholesome style of romance she loves with the funny, sometimes a-little-too-truthful characters she remembers from growing up in a place where everyone knew everybody’s business.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE HONEYMOONER, the first book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Paradise, by Melanie Summers. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. For a limited time, you can pick up the eBook for just $0.99!
THE HONEYMOONER (Paradise Bay #1) by Melanie Summers
About the Book – $0.99 for a Limited Time Title: THE HONEYMOONER Series: Paradise Bay #1 Author: Melanie Summers Release Date: August 7, 2018
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! The Honeymooner is a must read…I didn’t want this book to end.Get it today and start laughing. ~ Jilleen, SeasideBooknook.com
A must read! More than 5 stars! Melanie Summers could write a menu and I’d read it… I love her stories, they are all heart and soul. All I can say is I want to move to Paradise Bay! ~Lori Zenobia, Goodreads Reviewer
From bestselling author Melanie Summers comes the wickedly funny, ridiculously romantic spinoff of her highly-acclaimed Crown Jewels Series…
Twenty-eight-year-old workaholic Libby Dewitt lives by the motto ‘if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.’ She’s finally about to start her dream life with her steady-as-a-rock fiancé, Richard Tomy. Together, they’re the perfect power couple—right down to the fact that he’s agreed to use their honeymoon to help further her career in mergers and acquisitions. But ten minutes before the wedding, her dreams dissolve via text message.
Devastated and humiliated, Libby escapes to Paradise Bay alone. She’s got two goals for her trip: to devise a plan to get Richard back and to convince resort owner Harrison Banks to sell his property to her company. Unfortunately, when she arrives, she discovers that tall, dark, and built, Harrison is not about to make anything easy for her.
Instead, he derails her plans while at the same time, bringing out a side of Libby she’s kept carefully tucked away—a carefree, adrenaline junkie. After a few days together, Harrison’s got her wondering if the life she always wanted was meant for some other girl. Suddenly, Libby must decide which version of herself she wants to be.
Will she go back to her comfortable, safe life, or risk everything to be with the only man who’s ever made her feel truly alive?
Excerpt #3 “So? Are you glad you tried it?” I ask, looking her right in the eyes.
Her gaze meets mine and there is enough heat to bring the entire sea to a low boil. Swallowing hard, she says, “Yes. Thank you for taking me.”
“You’re welcome. That was fun.” Do not kiss her. Do not kiss her, Harrison. That would be a very bad idea. No matter how full those lips are or how she’s looking at you.
Licking her lips, she says, “I’m almost sorry it’s over.”
Me too. I brush some wet hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear, letting the back of my hand graze her skin. She closes her eyes and I start to lean in, lowering my face to hers.
Something shifts in an instant, and her eyes spring open with fear. In a very formal voice, she says, “Thank you again, Mr. Banks. I’ll have to make Richard try it sometime. He’ll love it.”
Oh, shit. I’m going to get crushed, aren’t I?
Author Melanie Summers
About the Author Melanie Summers also writes steamy romance as MJ Summers.
Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.
In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally – then she’ll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for ‘K’ Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn’t require makeup and/or nylons).
Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she’s not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something–more like just staying until they turn the lights off.
She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.
Welcome to the book blitz for NO PERFECT HERO, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
NO PERFECT HERO by Nicole Snow
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: NO PERFECT HERO Author: Nicole Snow Release Date: April 3, 2019 Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
Synopsis Bossy. Heart of stone. Snarly mess next door. Send help before I’m prick-matized…
My next big mistake has a name. Warren Ford. Best kept secret in this weird little town. An alpha’s alpha. Spartan abs. Too blunt for everybody’s good. Moody, broody, mysterious, and totally up in my business.
I thought Heart’s Edge would be safe. No two timing exes. No pink slips. No hulking, loud, inked up – Oh. Right. Leave it to a badass to bring the drama piping hot. Then he goes and saves a cat who means the world to my little niece. Making me a mushy little puddle of wishes.
Wishing I didn’t know his savage kiss like my own reflection. Or how erasing tears must be his superpower. Wishing I’d never poked his scary past. Or heard him growl when he swears it’s not our future.
There’s no way this works. He’s no white knight. I’m no princess. I need to go. He says stay. Even our sheet-ripping nights can’t work miracles.
Only an answer as the danger closes in.
Is Warren my perfect slice of hero?
From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – a twisted small town love story. See how far a damaged alpha goes to claim the feisty damsel in distress under his skin. Full length romance novel with a rollicking Happily Ever After.
The worst part is, Warren isn’t even trying to deliver these torrid, ridiculous feels.
He’s just too intense. It radiates from him in this aura, this energy field of crackling lightning.
Stand too close, and he’ll catch you up in it and consume you.
As he stares down at me, something in his expression changes. Something tense, something hot, and then I can feel it in the charge pulsing through me, starting in my lips and centering lower. I feel it in every tiny hint of space vanishing between us as he leans closer.
Only for the sound of a stomping foot to cut us off as Tara shrieks from the open back door of our duplex.
“You leave her alone!” she shouts, rocketing out, all pint-sized fury, her little fists clenched and beating ineffectively against Warren’s thigh. “Don’t you hurt my auntie!”
That’s our cue to break apart, end whatever weird, layered thing keeps almost happening but doesn’t.
Warren holds both hands up, breathing shallowly, looking down at Tara with wide blue eyes. “Whoa. Hey. Hey, now. Slow down, kitten. I wasn’t hurting nobody.”
Tara glares at him, shoulders scrunched up, her face twisted in a mask of protective ferocity. I’d hug her if I wasn’t so shaken, trembling, pressing my hands over my face and trying to calm the racing of my heart.
“Liar!” she accuses. “She’s gonna cry.”
I shake my head quickly, dropping my hands and forcing a smile. “No tears here, Tara. I’m okay. Just a little startled. Warren surprised me, that’s all.”
Warren stares between us, hands still held up like he’s facing down the cops.
“For the record, munchkin…” He licks his lips, then says, “I wasn’t gonna hurt your aunt. I was gonna kiss her.”
What?! I’m physically rocked back by his words.
He slowly lowers his arms, and darts me an uncertain glance before looking back at Tara, offering a reassuring smile. “I just wanted to hold her because I wanted to kiss her.”
Instead of slowing down, my heart nearly does a full somersault. I stare at him, my mouth dry.
He’s joking, right? Just trying to calm Tara down and explain without frightening her?
But after that charged moment where our eyes locked, Warren leaning closer…
I’m not sure of anything.
And I’m not sure what I would’ve actually done, if that domineering, stubborn jackass had kissed me.
Tara frowns, tilting her head, her scowl easing as she looks at Warren, puzzled. “You…you like Auntie Hay?”
Warren grins, easy and warm. “Yeah.”
“Like…boy-girl like?” she whispers.
“Like boy-girl like.”
“Oh,” Tara says, before her face lights up and she blushes, giggling and covering her mouth. “Ohhh. Wow.”
I have to end this.
It’s bad enough that I’m sitting here, wondering how much hot blood can flow into my cheeks before I either pass out or burst into flames.
It keeps getting better.
Now my ten-year-old niece thinks the dick next door has a crush on me. Stifling my groan, I run my fingers through my hair, glancing back at the horizon and the beautiful sunset I’m missing, when I’d wanted to at least capture the general feel of the color palette on canvas.
“Go back inside so Warren and I can talk, kit,” I say, managing a smile for Tara. “I’ll be in soon to make dinner.”
Tara bites her lip, bouncing on her heels. I just know I’m going to have to field a thousand questions over dinner about whether I like Warren and if we’re going to kiss and be boyfriend-girlfriend.
No. No way. Abso-freaking-lutely not.
Damn that munchkin for even putting the thought in my head.
But she smiles too brightly to stay mad at, tumbles over, and tackles me with a quick hug, before pulling back and, with another little giggle, darting inside.
She’s humming under her breath. It’s thirty seconds before I recognize the tune. It’s Haley and Warren, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Meanwhile, Warren just stares, scratching at his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world to have my kid niece thinking we’re a thing. And to have him standing here, as beast-like as ever, a storm in his eyes hinting at a conversation that might be the last thing on earth either of us need.
Author Nicole Snow
About The Author Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty.
Welcome to the book blitz for BLAME IT ON ROMEO, the second book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Beach Reads, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sophia Knightly. 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 for just $0.99!
BLAME IT ON ROMEO (Beach Read #2) by Sophia Knightly
Synopsis Hi, I’m Francesca Lake, WBCG TV’s medical reporter. Privately, I am on a mission to marry a doctor. After my recent mortifying episode in the ER, it’s clear I suck at self-diagnosis. It all started when I thought I was having a heart attack. I made a cringe-worthy entrance at the hospital, but in my defense, I thought I was DYING. You can ask Harrison Taylor, my dog’s vet. He was the one who carried me into the ER.
I used to love my job reporting the social scene, but I’ve been recently drafted as the station’s medical reporter . God only knows what diseases I will have to report on. This is not a good thing for a closet hypochondriac! There’s only one upside–medical reporting means meeting lots of doctors. Surely, there will be a few eligible bachelors in the mix…
I’m trying to ignore my wild attraction to Harrison, but his forest green eyes, rugged physique and warm smile make my insides melt…not to mention other parts. My adorable dog, Romeo, is in love with Harrison, and he’s convinced Harrison is for me. But I’m looking for a “human” doctor. Harrison is an animal doctor. Do I look like an animal? Well, only on a bad hair day, but that’s beside the point.
Marrying a doctor calls for a methodical approach, and I intend to date as many as I can to meet “the one.” I have to ignore Romeo’s blatant attempts to matchmake me with Harrison. But ignoring my pounding heart when I’m around swoony Harrison is another matter entirely…
Excerpt #3 Harrison sinks into a white patio chair with Romeo flopped on his lap. Romeo lapses into a state of nirvana as Harrison scratches his belly. When his hand moves up to scratch under Romeo’s snout, Romeo’s little pink tongue dangles from the side as he drools with delight.
“Nice view,” Harrison says, looking at the bay.
“I love watching the sailboats.” And you, I think privately. Harrison looks rugged and relaxed as he strokes Romeo with his broad hand. Even at ease, his muscular arms look powerful. Man, I could get lost in those arms…
“Do you sail?” he asks, snapping me back to reality.
“Me? Nooo. I’m not too sporty.” I tilt my head and smile at him. “Let me guess, you’re an avid sailor.”
He chuckles. “I’ll take you sailing sometime, if you like. Do you swim?”
“Of course, I was raised in Miami,” I say affronted. “And my dad calls me guppy.”
“Guppy,” he repeats with a surprised laugh. “Why does he call you that?”
“Dad’s a marine biologist. The first time I went in the ocean, I was only a toddler, but he says I took to water like a guppy.”
All of a sudden, we hear Fizzy yell, “shiite” from the kitchen. I push the sliding glass door open and dart toward the kitchen. Harrison makes it there before I do.
We find Fizzy leaning over the sink holding a paper towel wrapped around her thumb. In seconds, it’s soaked in blood.
“What happened?” I ask, gaping at her.
“I cut my thumb,” Fizzy says, wincing.
Harrison takes Fizzy’s hand and applies firm pressure above the knuckle of her left thumb. When the bleeding slows down, he examines the cut.
“You don’t need stitches. I have some tissue glue that will seal it shut,” he says.
“Tissue glue?” That sounds a little iffy to me. “Fizzy, you need to go to the ER,” I tell her in a no-nonsense voice.
“I am not wasting all night waiting there for a little cut,” Fizzy says. “I’d rather have Harrison take care of it.”
“Have you had a tetanus shot in the past five years?” he asks.
“Yeah, two years ago.” Her blue eyes light up. “When I almost lost my pinky toe. It was really gross.”
“Stop, please don’t go into details.” I stare at her bloody thumb and begin to feel lightheaded. “Look how it’s bleeding! What if it gets infected? Gangrene might set in.”
“Gangrene? That’s nonsense. Dermabond forms a barrier against bacteria,” Harrison says in a patient tone.
“Still, I would get stitches,” I whisper to Fizzy. “It looks awful.”
“Stitches are not necessary. I know what I’m doing, Francesca,” Harrison says, his jaw tight.
“Will you two stop arguing about my poor thumb?” Fizzy cuts in, giggling.
“How can you laugh when you’re losing so much blood?” The alcohol has probably dulled her pain.
“I’m going to get my medical bag,” Harrison says. “Keep your hand elevated until I get back.”
“I will, Doc,” Fizzy promises, winking at me.
I throw my hands in the air. Let her do whatever she wants. There’s no reasoning with a tipsy bartender.
As soon as Harrison leaves, Fizzy turns to me. “Quit arguing with Harrison. You’re pissing him off.”
“I’m not arguing for the sake of arguing. I’m worried about you.”
“I trust him,” Fizzy counters. “You should too.”
We lapse into silence until Harrison returns carrying his medical bag. He joins Fizzy at the sink, where she’s still standing with her hand elevated, as he told her to do. The paper towel around her thumb is soaked with blood.
Romeo is barking and making a commotion until Harrison gives him a firm command to sit and he obeys instantly. When I start to ask a question, Harrison’s no-nonsense look shuts me up too.
He opens his medical bag and pulls on surgical gloves. I notice Romeo starts to tremble, so I lift him in my arms.
“Don’t worry. He’s not examining you today, baby. It’s Fizzy’s turn,” I whisper in Romeo’s ear.
I let out a loud gasp when Harrison peels the bloody paper towel off her thumb.
Harrison looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Don’t look if it bothers you. It’s not deep at all,” he says, flushing the wound with sterile water and Betadine.
I’d rather not look, but I feel I should. Fizzy is tipsy and she might go into shock.
“Are you sure she shouldn’t go to the ER? I once had a cut like that and the ER doctor referred me to a plastic surgeon,” I inform him.
“He should have referred you to a shrink,” Harrison mutters under his breath.
“Gosh, you don’t have to be insulting.” First, I’m nutty and now he says I need a shrink because I’m looking out for Fizzy. How rude.
Romeo gives a low growl as if reminding me that Harrison still has his lab reports. I better hold my tongue.
Harrison remains silent as he meticulously applies the Dermabond in thin layers. Finally, he uses steri-tapes and splints her thumb.
Fizzy doesn’t bat an eye. “Why’d you use a splint?” she asks.
“It’s a precaution so the wound stays closed. It can come off in a couple of days.” He shuts his medical bag. “I’m gonna go now.”
“But you haven’t had your margarita yet,” Fizzy says, exchanging a look with me.
“I’ll take a rain check. Call me if you have any concerns or if it gets swollen or the skin around it turns red. Francesca has my number.”
“Call me Frankie,” I tell him. I wonder why he’s being so formal all of a sudden. He always calls me Frankie.
“Thanks so much, Doc,” Fizzy says with a friendly smile.
“You’re welcome. Take care now.” Harrison heads toward the door.
“I really appreciate how you took care of Fizzy. Thank you.” I hesitate for a minute, but I have to ask. “Are you sure she doesn’t need another tetanus shot?”
“One every five years is enough,” he says in a level tone. The lighthearted mood Harrison arrived with has been replaced by a tense one and he doesn’t look pleased with me.
“Oh, okay, but if it starts looking any worse, I’ll make sure she goes to a doctor.”
“I am a doctor. Where do you think I got my diploma from, Wal-Mart?” he asks, losing patience.
“But you’re an animal doctor, not a people one,” I say before I can stop myself. Why did I have to slurp down that second margarita like it was a smoothie? I can’t stop blurting out every dumb thing that pops into my mind.
“Francesca!” Fizzy admonishes. “Don’t mind her, she’s had one too many.”
“I have not!” I say indignantly.
“Thanks again, Harrison,” Fizzy says, trying to smooth things over.
He leaves without saying another word to me. I turn to Fizzy and shrug. “What got his shorts in a bunch?”
“Hmm, let me see…” Fizzy taps her chin. “Could it be that you doubted his medical ability? Really, Frankie, I don’t know what got into you.”
“Oh, no.” I clutch my head. “Was I that bad?”
Fizzy snorts. “Hello? You second-guessed him every step of the way. Then you acted like he wasn’t a real doctor. I hate to tell you this, but you were a little rude to him.”
I groan. “He was rude to me too. I didn’t appreciate his comment about the shrink. Anyway, who knew he’d be so sensitive?”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m the patient and I thought he was kind and caring.” Fizzy gets a dreamy look on her face and I know she’s up to something. “Harrison can take care of me anytime…he has such big strong hands, yet his touch is so gentle.”
“Stop already. I know he has amazing hands,” I wail. “You’re making me feel worse. I should apologize to him, right?”
“Damn right. I wouldn’t be surprised if Harrison tells Chloe he never wants to see you again.”
“Not if I apologize to him first.”
The doorbell rings and we both jump.
“Here’s your chance,” Fizzy crows.
“I hope it’s not Harrison. I was hoping he’d cool off first.”
Fizzy starts clucking and flapping her crooked arms.
“So I’m a chicken. What else is new?” I ask.
Fizzy darts up from her chair and races to get the door before me. She flings it open and Harrison is standing there.
“You’re back!” Fizzy exclaims. She claps a hand over her scarlet mouth to muffle her giggles. “Boy, are you a glutton for punishment.”
Not cracking a smile, Harrison looks straight at me.
Romeo: Grrrr… What a fiasco! Francesca’s antics are going to make me lose the best doctor I’ve ever had. She had the nerve to second-guess my hero and now he’s mad at her. I don’t blame him one bit.
I agree with Fizzy—Harrison has magical hands. When he pets me I go into a trance. Scout is one lucky dog.
Lady, you better grovel at Harrison’s feet and make it up to him, especially since he came back. Otherwise, I’ll take matters into my own paws.
About the Author New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sophia Knightly cooks up hot romance and delicious humor in her sexy contemporary romances that pair hot, alpha heroes with strong, smart women and throw them on an exciting emotional journey. Traditionally published by St. Martin’s Press, Kensington, and Samhain Publishing, her popular Tropical Heat Series and Heartthrob Series have consistently been on multiple best selling lists.
Sophia loves writing books that end with a sigh and a smile. In addition to traveling, foodie adventures, and the arts in all forms, one of her favorite pastimes is simply watching people–especially those in love!
Welcome to the book blitz for NOBODY’S BABY BUT MINE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance, by USA Today bestselling author, Gloria Silk. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis From USA Today Bestselling Author, Gloria Silk this is a gripping, romantic and sensuous novel of marriage, fidelity, fertility and the power of love.
“Gripping, romantic, sensuous and astute.”
“New women’s fiction that touches all of our emotions, fulfills our yearnings, and opens up new possibilities.”
Can Rachel and James find their way back into each other’s hearts after tasting temptation and facing devastating news? How strong is love in the face of reality? The seven year marriage between Rachel and her adoring patient saint of a husband has grown from great to blessed. But after years of failing to get pregnant all Rachel craves is a baby.
Her marriage to James is perfect…until she bumps into her sexy ex-lover, Brandon. Her desperate thought of wondering if he can get her pregnant makes Rachel realize that something has to change. After having more fertility tests she meets a beautiful pregnant career woman. It seems destined, and as they bond the young woman offers Rachel a gift that will change all their lives.
But has Rachel pushed her suddenly aloof husband away? Is it really his pressure at work or is he keeping something from her? Can they ever become a happy family, or is it too little too late? And where does Brandon come into all this when she discovers her husband’s biggest betrayal?.
Excerpt Chapter 2
Rachel had to get out of the suddenly claustrophobic room in the house her boss was showing to a prospective client. Not only because yet again his pompousness was making her question why she continued working for him, but because she had to leave the cozy baby’s room. It was decorated in warm yellows, greens and earthy browns. Biting the inner corner of her lower lip she envisioned the serene mother and her saintly Mona Lisa smile, with a new-born at her engorged breast, rocking gently in her feeding chair.
With every passing month she wondered if she ought to move to another part-time job instead of stoically taking Gareth’s increasing irritability with life and business. He had been respectful and flexible three years ago when she had accepted this ‘temporary’ position of running his office a few hours a week.
“Gareth,” Rachel cleared her throat and faced her boss who stood behind her by the bathroom entrance. “Why am I here for this showing? And can you just tell me who this prospective investor is?”
With their third child on the way the family living in this renovated, elegant Victorian in the outskirts of Oakwood were moving to a larger house. While Gareth Robinson-Brown was selling this house for them, he had already sold them their sprawling new home in Potters Bar.
“You’ll find out soon enough. All you need to know is that his company already bought three properties in the past six months from the competing agents, and we’ll do whatever it takes for him to switch to us.” She had never heard him mention the name of the larger, more successful real estate agency up the Cockfosters high street, which he blamed for all his troubles. After making a show of looking at his watch, the bald man straightened his chequered cream and brown bow tie, smoothed the lapel of his black three-piece suit over his lanky form and left the room.
Fed up with his secretive behaviour, Rachel reminded herself that she was exactly where she had chosen to be.
You have a good life, with only one thing missing.
Inhaling deep but not-so-calming yoga breaths, she reminded herself she could leave her job any time she pleased thanks to JT’s secure and well-paid Vice President position at Acorn Pharmaceuticals. She would continue working for Gareth at the local agency, until she was ready to quit to finally become a mother. Over three years ago, after Dr. Carter had suggested that stress could be a major factor as to why she wasn’t getting pregnant, Rachel had given her one month’s notice. Knowing her ‘stay busy’ personality, JT had agreed with her decision, believing she would be happier working locally part-time rather than staying at home.
Positive thoughts only.
Even now, on a cool, wet March Monday morning, Rachel enjoyed the waves of goose bumps remembering lying in JT’s arms last night. She wasn’t proud of how afterwards she had silently prayed, let tonight be the night.
After five years of trying to get pregnant, she was still living in hope. Surely many women even older than thirty-four got pregnant. JT always reassured her that one of these days their efforts would bear fruit, because they were so good together. Even while he had held her sobbing body after last month’s unbearable disappointment, he had sounded so sure that she had let herself believe him. Again. The unexplained infertility with the complications of her long term painful endometriosis were obstacles they would overcome, and one way or another they would have their own child. Patience…
The doorbell interrupted Rachel’s reverie. She sighed, this time holding on to the soothing calm of last night’s sensuous and romantic memories. Easily conjuring up the scent of JT’s fresh cologne as he had kissed her early this morning on his way out the door.
Following Gareth to the landing, she watched him rub his hands together as he pointed at the door below. “Do your job; let him in, woman.”
She felt her boss behind her as she descended the stairs and opened the door.
She heard her own gasp and her eyes widened.
The languid thoughts of a few moments ago dissipated and heat spread over her in the cool house. Staring at the tall frame of her old flame brought a flood of memories of their last time together. She had been twenty-four and he twenty-seven.
Her heart somersaulted as she smiled back at him.
“Won’t you let Mr. Ross in, Rachel?” Gareth’s voice had lost its acidity.
Standing aside, she blinked. She had hardly thought about him and only last night he had popped into her conversation with JT over their Sunday dinner. It was eerie to see Brandon here in the flesh after all these years.
She had forgotten how gorgeous and tall he was. How could he have hardly changed after ten years? He still wore his jet-black hair long, curling into his shirt collar under the open short Burberry coat. As he entered the hallway she couldn’t help but watch those narrow hips and the thick thigh muscles under his tight designer trousers.
When he faced her, his eyes were clear emeralds with a hint of the secret depths of the ocean. Without him uttering a word, those vibrant eyes had always made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman, and no one else existed.
A tiny shock zapped through her arm as Brandon’s hand swallowed hers.
Beside her she recognized the subtle edginess in Gareth’s narrowed eyes. “I was surprised that you wanted Rachel to deal with you on this property. I’m the broker….” Gareth’s voice quietened and shut off. Or had she just tuned him out?
Brandon’s smiling eyes held hers. “Nice to see you again, Rachel Valentino.” His deep baritone voice was still as delicious as bittersweet, dark chocolate. Feeling like a tongue-tied groupie she smiled back.
“And still as beautiful as ever.”
For the first time in what seemed like years Rachel had the urge to giggle, but was keenly aware of Gareth’s presence and underlying resentment. Her bubbling laughter would not be professional. Her earlier musings of the intimacy shared with her soul mate last night helped her find that Zen place within her. All was right with the world.
You’ve always achieved everything you’ve dreamed of, and your dreams of having JT’s baby would also come true, and soon.
About the Author Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.
In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?
Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!
Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.
When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.
Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.
Welcome to the book blitz for SMOKE CITY, a stand-alone adult magical realism novel, by Keith Rosson. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.
Synopsis Marvin Deitz has some serious problems. His mob-connected landlord is strong-arming him out of his storefront. His therapist has concerns about his stability. He’s compelled to volunteer at the local Children’s Hospital even though it breaks his heart every week.
Oh, and he’s also the guilt-ridden reincarnation of Geoffroy Thérage, the French executioner who lit Joan of Arc’s pyre in 1431. He’s just seen a woman on a Los Angeles talk show claiming to be Joan, and absolution seems closer than it’s ever been . . . but how will he find her?
When Marvin heads to Los Angeles to locate the woman who may or may not be Joan, he’s picked up hitchhiking by Mike Vale, a self-destructive alcoholic painter traveling to his ex-wife’s funeral. As they move through a California landscape populated with “smokes” (ghostly apparitions that’ve inexplicably begun appearing throughout the southwestern US), each seeks absolution in his own way.
Excerpt #2 From the journals of Marvin Deitz:
There’s a grace inherent here. In writing things down. Like a confession signed, maybe. An admission. Nothing so lofty as a salve of the spirit, but at the very least it makes one feel a little better.
My earliest memory is of being in the marketplace in Rouen with my parents. I was probably three or four years old. I was walking with my parents amongst the stalls as fast as I could manage, amazed not at the flood of people, but at how the mass of them, the tide of them, parted for us. Because I’d thought at the time that it was me, right? My mother holding my hand, I thought it was me that made the people part ways for us.
I thought I was magic.
I did not notice at the time (but can imagine now, all too well) my mother’s downcast gaze, the way we stepped hurriedly through the leering crowd. How we did not stop to look at the untold riches of food, the bolts of fabric, the tools for sale. Things we never saw in our own village. I didn’t notice how my father gripped my mother’s arm, nearly dragging her along, her belly huge and rounded as she was pregnant with my sister at the time.
Three, four years old. I noticed the people parting for us, I remember that, but not the revulsion in their eyes, the contempt.
I would realize later, of course, just what it was the townspeople had shied away from, had leered at: my father’s coat, and the stitched image of the sword on the back.
The executioner’s mark.
And as for Joan, those decades later?
She was not loved unequivocally. She just wasn’t. At least not out loud. To do so was dangerous. But her victories, it was true, allowed some of us a rekindling of faith, a brief respite against death’s constant stutter of war and plague and occupation. The hope that God was watching over us all. The idea of it, that He believed in France’s sovereignty. That He might lift His face toward us again.
And thusly the order of her execution may as well have been passed down from the very day of her capture. The moment she was seized there outside the walls of Compiègne, it should have been clear to all that she would be put to death.
When Bishop Cauchon, toady of the English, bought her from the Burgundians after her capture, I knew the trial itself would be a hoax. A mockery. Yet I heard murmurings from serfs and landowners alike—from my darkened corner of the barroom, or on my way down the road to extract another bloody, weeping confession—and some of them hoped, prayed, that such a girl, who had served so obviously as the arm of God in the name of France, would not be allowed to die such a death. That God in His mercy would surely not allow such a thing. They prayed that Charles, their blessed King—after all Joan had done for him—would surely involve himself in the matter. That Burgundy would suddenly bend its allegiance like an arrow in the wind.
But I knew, there in the dim hallways of the heart, that men simply do what they want to do. Men do their darkness and misdeeds and later claim guidance under the banner of God’s will.
Shouldn’t I know that more than anyone? Didn’t I traffic in such matters?
She would die and they would call it divinity, because that’s what people do.
The trial was orchestrated by dozens of assessors and friars and clergymen, an ever-evolving assembly of men. The lot of them little more than castrated politicians hiding behind the guise of theology. English stormtroopers practically leaning over the benches with swords drawn throughout the entire sorry thing.
And Cauchon, ah, you should have seen him. Christ, that man. So puffed up with wine and his own righteousness and the quaking fear of an English blade suddenly tickling his balls in bed some night. Terrified, but paid well for his work, too. He would later die inexplicably in his barber’s chair, and the vengeful part of me still hopes the barber was paid to bleed him. And that it hurt terribly.
I dream of Cauchon nearly as often as I dream of Joan.
But Joan.Every avenue circles back. Everything returns to the mysterious and martyred Joan of Orléans. The young peasant girl who for a brief heartbeat of time was believed to have felt God’s lips pressed to her ear.
What of Joan of Arc?
For all of my grief and heartache and guilt, the truth is I only met her once, and that was the day I burned her alive.
Author Keith Rosson
About the Author Keith Rosson is the author of the novels The Mercy of the Tide and Smoke City, and his short fiction has appeared in Cream City Review, PANK, December, The Nervous Breakdown, and more. He’s been twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a finalist for the Birdwhistle Prize for Short Fiction. He’s also an illustrator and graphic designer, with clients that include Green Day, Against Me, the Goo Goo Dolls, and others. A fierce advocate of public libraries and non-ironic adulation of the cassette tape, he can be found at keithrosson.com.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE LAST WINGMAN, the sixth book in the new adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Wingmen, byUSA Today bestselling author, Daisy Prescott. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Another wingmen meets his match and this time it’s scandalous.
Carter Kelso is a man with a plan. And goats.
Ashley Kingston is a woman with a reputation.
Can he earn back her love before their past catches up with them and destroys everything?
On the island, my last name is synonymous with scandal. With a notorious father and a famous brother, I’ve been on the sidelines of our small town’s gossip circle for years. Nothing to see here. Just a man and his goats, happily going through life. Not a care in the world. Too bad it’s all lies.
I’m tired of trying not to be in love with Ashley Kingston, our very own island jezebel. Some people think she’s a slut. They think they know her. They’re wrong. Screw them.
Reputations can be deceiving. I should know.
Small Town Scandal is a second chance romance standalone novel and the fifth book in the Wingmen series. You do not have to read the other novels first.
Excerpt An old-fashioned brass bell jingles when I open the door to June’s store. The narrow space is made even tighter by the floor-to-ceiling cubbies that line the two long walls. In the back of the store, a picture window frames a view of Saratoga Passage like a painting.
Tucked in the corner near the window is a comfy-looking wingback chair, and next to it, an oversized basket filled with balls of yarn. The shop is cozy and feminine, comfortable like a sweet grandmother’s house.
A grandmother who listens to “Sex and Candy” on low volume.
Not what I was expecting.
“Hello?” I call from my spot near the door. There’s no sign of June or anyone else inside. Double-checking the door for a Be back soon note and not seeing one, I step farther into the space. “Hello?”
A soft thump followed by more thumps comes from the desk area. Metallic pings and something heavy hitting the floor precedes a feminine voice yelping “Ouch” and “Fuck!”
June doesn’t seem like the type to drop f-bombs. Maybe she’s hired a ’90s-music-loving teenager with a foul mouth.
“Everything okay?” I follow the noise to the partially open door near the register.
“Fine. Fine! Nothing to see here! I’ll be with you in a second. Thanks for your patience.” What sounds like rapid-fire beanbags hitting a cornhole board contradicts her words.
As I see it, I have two options. I can ignore whatever is going on inside the closet and wait, or I can ignore her lie and step in to help.
I go with the second choice.
Swinging the door open, I’m greeted with a scene of colorful chaos. A box balances on its side on the edge of a high shelf, most of its contents now on the floor around June’s feet. She’s keeping the box aloft with both hands, but doesn’t have the height to shove it back into position.
“Here, let me help you.” I step into the small space behind her and reach above her head to stabilize the cardboard container before she ends up concussed.
“I don’t need your help.” Reluctantly, she releases her grip.
“Okay.” Disappointed and a little hurt by her obvious annoyance at my presence, I give the corner a final shove to guarantee we’re out of danger. “You’re welcome.”
“I said I was fine.” Continuing to face the shelves, she doesn’t turn her head to speak to me. In fact, she sounds downright angry.
“Got it. Well, I’ll get out of your way.” Resigned, I decide to abandon my mission and retreat to the safety of my own business, both literally and figuratively.
What happens next is more her fault than mine. Had she used a step stool and not tipped the box over, there wouldn’t be balls of yarn strewn across the floor, creating a minefield. Easily-tripped-over round objects that cause me to lose my balance and reach for the closest available thing to stop myself from landing on my ass.
Unfortunately, I grab June by the waist, surprising her. She’s not prepared to act as my anchor. Unstable, we both stumble backward.
Lucky for June, I break her fall. Unlucky for me, she lands on top of me.
We’ve never even hugged before this moment. I think we might have shaken hands once when Dan introduced us, but the memory isn’t clear. There wasn’t an electric shock when we first touched or met eyes, no love-at-first-sight zings upon initial contact—unlike now when my body is on high alert that we’re not only touching but lying flush against each other.
“I’m so sorry!” June wiggles, her movement drawing my attention to her clothes. How did I not notice she’s wearing a full skirt made of thin material? My imagination easily erases its existence altogether.
“Don’t apologize. This was completely my fault.” My words come out a grunt as I try to catch my breath.
My hands still grip her waist, making this position more awkward by the second. Unbidden, my fingers flex against her softness. Bad idea. Feeling my dick thicken, I tell myself not to move, not to even breathe. Oxygen is overrated.
Shifting on top of me, she bends her knees and gets her feet under her enough to stand up in a single, ninja-quick movement. Instead of waiting for me to stand or extending a hand to help me, she exits through the door and closes it behind her.
I’m left sprawled out on the floor, balls of yarn and possibly a needle poking me in the back. “No good deed goes unpunished,” I mutter to myself as I scramble to my feet. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
About the Author Daisy Prescott is a USA Today bestselling author of small town romantic comedies. Series include Modern Love Stories, Wingmen, Love with Altitude, as well as the Bewitched and Wicked Society series of magical novellas. Tinfoil Heart is a romantic comedy standalone set in Roswell, New Mexico.
Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband, their rescue dog Mulder, and an indeterminate number of imaginary house goats. When not writing, she can be found in the garden, traveling to satiate her wanderlust, lost in a good book, or on social media, usually talking about books, bearded men, and sloths.
Welcome to the book blitz for A TALE OF TWO HOUSES, the first book in the young adult fantasy romance /fairytale retelling series, Defy the Stars, by Susan Harris. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
A TALE OF TWO HOUSES (Defy the Stars #1) by Susan Harris
Synopsis Centuries ago, the royal house of witches in Vernanthia split into two factions: House Cambridge and House Montgomery. These twohouses warred with each other for an age, causing widespread bloodshed and death. Those without magic—the Nulls—suffered the most. One day, a favored daughter of the Nulls was slain. With her dying breath, she cursed the covens to know no peace until love was possible between the houses.
That curse had long since been forgotten—until now.
Julian Montgomery is the reluctant Prince of House Montgomery and Rowan Cambridge is in no rush to become the Queen of House Cambridge. Both heirs long for freedom from their birthright obligations. When fate throws these two star-crossed lovers together, it sends them on a collision course with destiny that neither could have predicted.
Shakespeare’s classic Romeo & Juliet is reimagined in this compelling drama about two young people drawn by fate into an unwinnable situation. If you think you know how this story ends—think again!
Underneath the window, a trellis crept up the wall, vines of ivy weaving in and out of the wood. I cupped my hands over my mouth and breathed out to try and put some heat into them. My heart began to beat a steady rhythm against my chest as I placed a booted foot on the end of the trellis, my cold hands less painful than the pit of magic in my stomach.
Creeping up the wall, I managed a quick incline, resting my butt on the window ledge as I considered that I might just be mad enough to knock on his window and beckon him to open it up. The wind whipped my braid against my face as I lifted my head and gave a gentle tap.
Nothing happened, so I tapped again, this time hearing a heavy footfall come toward the window. For a split second, I feared that the Montgomery heir would open the window, pushing me to my death before I could even blink, but as I perched myself on the window ledge, I rolled my shoulders and braced myself for whatever reaction I received.
Author Susan Harris
About the Author Susan Harris is a writer from Cork in Ireland.
An avid reader, she quickly grew to love books in the supernatural/fantasy and Dystopian genre. She writes books for young adults and adults alike.
When she is not writing or reading, she loves music, oriental cultures, tattoos, creepy snow globes, DC shoes, stationary, anything Disney, Marvel movies, psychology and far too many TV shows. If she wasn’t a writer, she would love to be a FBI profiler or a PA for Dave Grohl or Jared Leto...
Welcome to the book blitz for UPSIDE DOWN, a stand-alone adult contemporary LGBTQ+ romance, by N.R. Walker. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
UPSIDE DOWN by N.R. Walker
About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited Title: UPSIDE DOWN Author: N.R. Walker Release Date: March 19, 2019 Genre: Adult Contemporary LGBTQ+Romance Links:Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
Synopsis Jordan O’Neill isn’t a fan of labels, considering he has a few. Gay, geek, a librarian, socially awkward, a nervous rambler, an introvert, an outsider. The last thing he needs is one more. But he when he realises adding the label ‘asexual’ might explain a lot, it turns his world upside down.
Hennessy Lang moved to Surry Hills after splitting with his boyfriend. His being asexual had seen the end of a lot of his romances, but he’s determined to stay true to himself. Leaving his North Shore support group behind, he starts his own in Surry Hills, where he meets first-time-attendee Jordan.
A little bewildered and scared, but completely adorable, Hennessy is struck by this guy who’s trying to find where he belongs. Maybe Hennessy can convince Jordan that his world hasn’t been turned upside down at all, but maybe it’s now—for the first time in his life—the right way up.
Excerpt #3 Jordan
I didn’t even notice that the room had cleared out. Merry had pulled up a chair at my side, but Hennessy sat with his knees between mine, holding my hand while I cried.
I fucking cried.
Through my stupid, traitorous tears, I caught the end of a silent conversation between Merry and him, my Headphones Guy.
And then Merry rubbed my back before she walked out, and Hennessy squeezed my hand. “She’s just gone to get you a drink of water,” he said gently.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I said, wiping my face with my free hand.
“Because it can be overwhelming,” he said. His voice was calm and soft. “Because it can be life-affirming and scary as hell, all at the same time.”
I nodded. “I don’t want another label, you know? Because I have enough. I have more than enough. Too many, probably, you know for a geeky book-nerd gay man with so many levels of social awkwardness Freud would need an elevator, but the labels fit. And I hate that they fit. Everything that was said here tonight was like it was said for me, like I was saying those things. I didn’t want this to happen,” I said, shaking my head, fighting more tears. “I wanted to come here and, well, that’s not exactly true. I didn’t want to come here at all; it was Merry’s idea. She suggested that I look into what being asexual meant. After my 683rd failed attempt at a relationship, she thought maybe I should see if I ticked any boxes on the ‘How To See If You Could Be Asexual’ questionnaire on Teen Vogue, and after I realised that I could almost tick all the boxes, I decided I didn’t want or need another label. So then I had to come here tonight to shut her up. I was going to prove her wrong and then I could go on living my best life being not asexual but just a gay man who didn’t actually want to have sex. A socially awkward, geeky book-nerd gay man,” I amended through more tears, “who doesn’t actually want to have sex. I’m sorry for crying. I wasn’t expecting the emotional dump, but I wasn’t expecting to feel so… lost and found. Like I once was lost but now I’m found, kind of like the song, which is cheesy as fuck and I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I just didn’t realise how hard I’d been trying to fit in with the real world, trying to be normal, when my normal was here all along. Because I really am asexual and it hit me like a metric fuckton of bricks that there’s actually nothing wrong with me.”
And then there were more tears.
“Because that’s my truth, even if I thought there was something wrong with me, and fuck knows I’ve been told there was, many times,” I said, wiping my face. “But there’s not. I’m asexual, and that’s my motherfucking truth whether I like it or not.”
Hennessy smiled at me. With his perfect lips and perfect teeth, his pretty blue eyes, and three-day scruff. He looked so different without his headphones, like seeing someone who normally wears glasses without them. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he said, still smiling, still holding my hand.
“I’m sorry, were you not here for the geeky book-nerd gay man with so many levels of social awkwardness Freud would need an elevator conversation?”
He laughed at that. “I believe I was, yeah.”
“Sorry about that. I tend to babble a lot when I’m nervous. And swear. Well, I say fuck a lot even when I’m not nervous. I don’t have Tourette’s or anything, I just like the word fuck. The noun and adverb, even the adjective, not the verb obviously because I’m asexual. Apparently. So there is definitely no actioning of the word.”
Hennessy chuckled. “No actioning of the word, got it.” He still had a hold of my hand, and I liked it. As in, really liked it. My Headphones Guy was holding my hand, and he was smiling at me, in what I think was not in a bad way. I mean, his smile was kind and his eyes were smiling too, if that was even possible. I mean, no it wasn’t possible—eyes could not physically smile, I got that—but damn, they sure looked happy.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked.
“A little weirded out,” I answered. “Not gonna lie. I didn’t want to admit the asexual thing to myself for a long time, and I’m thinking it will take some getting used to. Like breaking in a pair of Doc Martens, ya know? Like they’re uncomfortable and tight and basically kill your feet until they’re the most comfortable shoes you’ll ever wear. They become like a second skin, and I’m pretty sure this whole asexual thing will be like that.”
He made a thoughtful face. “I like that analogy.”
“And it’s even weirder, because you’re my Headphones Guy and I had no idea you’d be here, but here you are and now you’re holding my hand and I cried in front of you, which is not how I wanted our first meeting to go. Believe me. I had visions of it involving me not being so… well, so me. And doing all the talking, because I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous, which I think I’ve said already—”
“I’m your Headphones Guy?”
Oh fucking fuckity motherfucker. “I said that out loud, didn’t I? To your perfect face, and what kind of perfect name is Hennessy, by the way? Because—”
A loud peal of laughter broke through the door when a couple, a guy and girl, stumbled into the backroom, their arms around each other, obviously intoxicated and handsy and half kissing, half laughing, until they realised the room wasn’t empty.
I shot to my feet and pulled my hand away from Hennessy’s.
“Oh, sorry guys,” the girl said.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” the guy said. He took his hand off her arse to wave it. “Keep doing what you’re doing. We don’t mind. We thought this room was empty.”
“We weren’t doing anything,” I said quickly.
“Excuse me,” Merry said, sliding in around the drunk couple. She held three bottles of water. “Sorry, it took forever to get served. They’re really busy.”
I’d never been happier to see her. “Oh, thank God.” I grabbed her arm and turned her back toward the door. “We need to leave. I called him my Headphones Guy to his perfect fucking face.”
Merry shot Hennessy a look and held out a bottle of water for him. He took it, still smiling, though somewhat confused. Then Merry looked up at me as I dragged her to the door. “To his face?”
“What was I supposed to do? You left me unsupervised!” I stopped at the couple who were still standing in the doorway, and only just then I realised what the guy had meant when he said they thought the room was empty… “Oh praise baby motherfucking Jesus, I hope you have antibacterial wipes.”
Now Merry was hauling me out through the crowded pub. I yelled back at the couple, hoping they’d hear, “At least wipe it down afterwards, we have meetings in there!”
We burst through the crowd onto the street and Merry looked up at me and sighed. “What else did you say?”
“What didn’t I say?” I answered. “I was a mess, crying all over him because of the whole asexual thing, thank you very much. Then I was nervous and we both know how well that ends. And I think I might have told him that he was my Headphones Guy, that he had a perfect face and a perfect name, because who the fuck calls their kid Hennessy, and now he thinks I’m a raving lunatic because you. Left. Me. Un. Supervised.”
Merry cracked her bottle of water, took a long drink, sighed, then hooked her arm around my elbow. “He really is very good looking,” she said as we began the walk back to my flat. “I can see why you’ve been crushing on him forever.”
I took a swig of my water. “Fucking hell, I wish this was wine. Where is Jesus when you need him?”
Author N.R. Walker
About the Author N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words. She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
Welcome to the book blitz for FOOL’S ERRAND,the fourth book in the adult paranormal romance series, Fate’s Fools, by Ophelia Bell. See below for information the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. In my case that was literal – I had Ozzie West’s soul and didn’t know it, but now it’s been torn from me and him along with it. I’m afraid I will never get him back.
My heart is broken.
My three mates may try to fill that void, but they don’t understand what he meant to me. They can’t see the memories unlocked by Fate.
Only one man can help, but he’s the one man I’m afraid I can never trust again.
Excerpt “Sing with me,” I whispered as I began to move. I lifted my wet hands from his shoulders to his temples, raking my fingers through his damp curls and holding on, my grip forcing his head to tilt back.
Rohan’s golden gaze fixed on my face, his eyelids fluttering slightly and his breath coming quicker as I fucked him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to try . . . ”
He gripped my hips with both hands and took a deep breath. His exhale became a long, plaintive note, his brows creasing with the tension of the first verse of a song to accompany our lovemaking.
The music was the perfect mix of hungry and sweet, and I clung to him as the notes settled inside me. I ached to join in when the tension of the pleasure coiled so tight I needed an outlet before I came too fast, but my voice betrayed me once again. When I tried to sing, the sound just came out as a pitiful croak, so I clamped my mouth shut, focusing on the pleasure to hold back the tears.
I buried my face in his neck, my moan half pleasure, half despair. Rohan stroked the back of my neck, halting mid-verse. “It’ll come back to you, baby. I promise. I’m proof you don’t need a turul soul to sing.”
“Just make love to me,” I whispered, pulling back to look into his eyes. He gazed intently back at me, brow creased and jaw clenched, betraying how my own hurt affected him just as acutely.
I took a deep breath and started rocking my hips again, focusing on the pleasure of our connection as he resumed the song. The music truly helped, even if I couldn’t join in without an instrument.
I let myself get lost in the rhythm he set and the deep notes that rose above the steam. I could draw the pleasure out with him, trusting that he’d let me know when he’d given too much. Rohan urged me on, holding tighter and shifting his hips into mine at a quicker tempo.
The lyrics to the song gave way to his cries of pleasure as we crested together, both of us finding our climax at the same second amid sloshing water and slippery, gasping kisses. Rohan’s strained expression fell into laughter as he relaxed, his skin glowing faintly with my iridescent magic and my own skin glimmering golden and wet.
I sank against him with a sigh, grateful for yet another reprieve from the ever-encroaching threat to my sanity and the added disappointment of losing my voice. Perhaps with enough time and their continued attention, that need would fade and my songs would return. For now, I would enjoy the lucidity when I had it and let them do the singing for me.
About the Author Ophelia Bell loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories. Women who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything goes in the bedroom.
Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four attention-whoring cats.
Welcome to the book blitz 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, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis 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?.
Excerpt The library doors are my favorite in the castle. Unlike all the other doors, made of sculpted sea glass in colors ranging from pastels to deep jewel tones, the doors to the varellska (Mermese for library) are made of the coated wood of a sunken Victorian ship. Mounted to the frame between the double doors is a handcrafted mermaid from the ship’s prow, her wooden hair blowing around her in carved curls, her face proud. She puts a smile on my own face as I open one of the doors and swim into the room that may hold the answer I need among its secrets.
Shelves stretch up the walls high above my head, each lined with shells of every conceivable size and pattern, from short volumes of poetry in tiny sundial shells to hours-long research tomes in giant diadema shells. Between the shells stand various treasures for decoration: an antique spyglass, a bronze-rimmed compass, an old brass lantern. I inhale the scent of shell polish and whalebone styluses.
I’ve come on the librarian’s day off and have the whole place to myself. I swim up to the highest shelves, where there rests a large, gilded starfish, the symbol of balanced justice. What’s happened to Clay at the hands and fins of Merkind has been anything but just.
I’m hoping that means justice is on our side throughout our quest to make him a Merman. I rub the starfish for luck. “Help me find a way,” I murmur into the varellska’s quiet stillness.
About the 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. A summa cum laude graduate of the University of Southern California, Tobie hosts book clubs for tweens and teens. She and her very kissable husband enjoy traveling the globe and fostering packs of rescue puppies. Learn more about Tobie and her upcoming books on www.TobieEaston.com.
Welcome to the book blitz for MY NAME IS ROSE, a standalone young adult contemporary, by award-winning author, Alexa Kingaard. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Rose is unsettled, curious, and bored. Life in a hippie commune is her parent’s dream come true, not hers. She doesn’t share their passion for living off the land, nor does she enjoy the isolation that is thrust upon her. When she convinces them to send her to public school in the nearby town, a new world opens up to her.
As she pursues her education, Rose chooses a different path, leaving her parents heartbroken at her insistence they are hiding something from her. She’s convinced her father isn’t the man her mother married.
Although she finds love far away from her roots and upbringing, her wounds only deepen as she keeps her family at arm’s length. What she loses during those years can only be retrieved with her understanding that “a Rose by any other name is still a Rose.”
Excerpt #1 DESTINY WAS BEAUTIFUL. I turned in her direction when she started to speak, thinking how flawless her features appeared compared to mine. Her long, velvet brown hair was the same color as her mother’s. Perfect almond-shaped eyes, the deepest chocolate brown hue, reminded me of Hershey’s syrup. Her smile could light up a room, and she’d begun to understand how all these attributes could win her the attention of every boy in school. She favored her mother’s side of the family, Uncle Jacob being of sturdier stock, and a thick head of dark brown hair that hadn’t seen a pair of scissors for at least three years. He had brown eyes. I had brown eyes. River’s and Glory’s eyes were blue.
I could smell the heavenly aromas coming from the kitchen. The stove, a cast-off from better days in someone else’s house and notable for its olive green drab color, was in perfect condition. River and Uncle Jacob knew of a particular junkyard where all the wealthy people discarded their worldly possessions when they tired of the color, shape, or size, most outdated in five years or less. They made regular trips, eventually finding whatever we needed. They didn’t think they should ever have to pay for anything, as long as it was discarded. Whether cheap or frugal, I didn’t know yet, but it made me feel poor – too many hand-me-downs and nothing ever crossed our doorway with a price tag on it. Even our bathtub was salvaged, along with most of our furniture. Destiny’s house was the same. Our trips to Good Will and second-hand stores in town didn’t hold the same allure for us as they had when we were younger. When I asked Glory for a new pair of jeans or tennis shoes, she always reminded me that money didn’t grow on trees.
Yet for all their self-denial, River and Glory seemed content. Uncle Jacob and Aunt Fern appeared blissfully happy, as well. As I became more and more aware of my surroundings, I felt neither content nor blissfully happy. Most of the time I was bored and wondered if I would ever experience the world that beckoned beyond the commune. As much as my parents wanted to escape the outside world, I longed to join it.
Author Alexa Kingaard
About the Author Alexa Kingaard was born in San Diego, CA and has lived most of her life in the area. She currently resides in Carlsbad and is the mother of an adult son and daughter who continue to be her biggest fans and cheerleaders. A realtor for fifteen years, she remains involved with her profession and praises her brokers and clients for giving her the nod to be creative.
She gives all the credit for completing her debut novel, KEEP FOREVER, to her inspiration and late ex-husband, Jeff, who battled the residual effects of the Vietnam War for decades after his return.
Her second novel, MY NAME IS ROSE, will be released through Acorn Publishing March 15, 2019.