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Release Day – LIKE YOU WANT IT (Like You Series) by Jillian Liota

 

Today is release day for LIKE YOU WANT IT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance duet, Like You, by Jillian Liota

Today is release day for LIKE YOU WANT IT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance duet, Like You, by Jillian Liota. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

LIKE YOU WANT IT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance duet, Like You, by Jillian Liota

LIKE YOU WANT IT (Like You Series #2) by Jillian Liota

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: LIKE YOU WANT IT
Series: Like You Duet #2
Author: Jillian Liota
Release Date: March 25, 2019
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
“Sometimes, wanting someone just isn’t enough.”

I don’t want to believe those words. Because I’ve never fallen for someone like Fin Callaghan. And I can’t imagine that this feeling isn’t enough.

CARLY.”
To say my first interaction with Fin leaves much to be desired is an understatement. He infuriates me, barely speaks, and glares at me all the time. Not to mention he thinks I’m a mess.

It isn’t in my plans to start to like him. To fall for him. To want something more. But Fin’s past is filled with a pain that makes any kind of us impossible. He can’t seem to figure out what he wants, and truthfully, neither can I.

All I know is that I want more than what he’s willing to give.

FIN.”
All I should be focusing on is my family as we try to sort through the wounds left by our past mistakes. I have more than enough on my plate, have sacrificed too much to fracture my focus. I shouldn’t allow a woman to get in the way. Especially one like Carly Palmer.

She’s different. Wild. A bright burst of color in my world of black and white. Before I know it, she’s all that I want. All I can think about. But it doesn’t matter. I’ve been through betrayal that still singes my skin, eats at my soul.

I won’t allow it to happen again.

Like You Want It is the second book in the Like You Series and is a standalone novel.

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LIKE YOU WANT IT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance duet, Like You, by Jillian Liota

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Author Jillian Liota

Author Jillian Liota

About the Author
Jillian Liota is a new author writing contemporary romance and new adult fiction. She lives in Kailua, Hawaii with her amazing husband, 2 cats, and 3-legged pup.

She is the author of the new adult romance novel The Keeper, which focuses on a female college soccer goalie, as well as the follow up novella, Keep Away. Her newest release, Like You Mean It, is in the contemporary romance genre and has a more mature voice, as it follows a pregnant mother finding love in a new town. The next novel in the Like You Series, Like You Want It, will be published in Spring 2019

She has a master’s in Higher Education and Student Affairs, and she is passionate about all things improvement, development and organization.

She’s also a big fan of taking walks with her husband and dog Maia, reading romance (obviously), watching a handful of horrible reality TV shows, and exploring the island she calls home. Check out her Contact page for more information on how to connect.

Where to Find Jillian Liota
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Release Day – THE WAY THE STORY GOES (Magnolia Sound Series) by Samantha Chase

 

Today is release day for THE WAY THE STORY GOES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase

Today is release day for THE WAY THE STORY GOES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive teaser.

THE WAY THE STORY GOES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase

THE WAY THE STORY GOES (Magnolia Sound Series #7) by Samantha Chase

About the Book
Title: THE WAY THE STORY GOES
Series: Magnolia Sound Series #7
Author: Samantha Chase
Publisher:  Chasing Romance, Inc.
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2021
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Synopsis
Thriller writer Mia Kingsley has been hit with a serious case of writer’s block and she needs a little peace and quiet. A beach front property in Magnolia Sound seemed like the perfect escape and just the change of scenery she needs to get the words flowing again. That is, until her noisy neighbor starts running power tools and blasting music at all hours of the day and night. Before long, the next victim in her story starts to bear an uncanny resemblance to the contractor next door.

Austin Coleman never wanted to come back to Magnolia Sound. But sometimes, life takes an unexpected turn and the only way to get back on your feet is to go home. His plan is to avoid all things connected to his past, and renovating a beach house in the off-season is just the way to do that—there’ll be no neighbors and no distractions. Or so he thought until he almost maims his sexy neighbor with a flying sink. Despite his best efforts, trouble follows everywhere he goes.

At first she wanted to kill him. Now she wants to kiss him. Sometimes you just have to wait and see where the story goes.

 

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Teaser quote from THE WAY THE STORY GOES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase, now available

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: REMIND ME
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Book 2: A GIRL LIKE YOU
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Book 3: IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW
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Book 4: AND THEN ONE DAY
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Book 5: CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE
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Book 6: LAST BEAUTIFUL GIRL
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Grab your copy of THE WAY THE STORY GOES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Magnolia Sound, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Samantha Chase now!

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Author Samantha Chase

Author Samantha Chase

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

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Where to find Samantha Chase
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Release Day – THE START OF SOMEDAY (Cedar Point Series) by Jillian Liota

 

Today is release day for THE START OF SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cedar Point, by Jillian Liota

Today is release day for THE START OF SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cedar Point, by Jillian Liota. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive release day excerpt.

THE START OF SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cedar Point, by Jillian Liota

THE START OF SOMEDAY (Cedar Point Series #3) by Jillian Liota

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: THE START OF SOMEDAY
Series: Cedar Point Series #3
Author: Jillian Liota
Release Date: January 7, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
ABBY FULLER wants to have a little fun. Sure, she wants a relationship… someday. But for now, a little heat is exactly what the cold weather calls for. Breaking her own rules, she tumbles into bed with a handsome tourist passing through town…only to find him standing in her living room the following day.

JACKSON PAGE is only in town for business. He isn’t expecting a sexy little something with the woman who hits on him at the bar, and he definitely isn’t expecting her to be the younger sister of the friend he’s visiting. Clearly, nothing more can happen between them…no matter how good they are together.

But stolen moments and the magic of the holidays make it seemingly impossible for Abby and Jackson to ignore one very real truth: maybe their one night together could be the start of something more.

A steamy holiday novella set in the Cedar Point series.

 

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Exclusive Excerpt
“I bet you could bounce a quarter off that ass.”

A snort from my left has me turning to look at my best friend, and I can’t help but grin at the look of complete exasperation on her face.

“What?” I ask, trying to appear as innocent as possible. “It’s true. You know it is.” Then I return my gaze to the absolutely fantabulous buns that caught my eye in the first place. “I mean…just look at it.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.”

Rolling my eyes at Briar’s inability to play with me about this, I continue my attempts at persuasion. “Oh, come on. Having your own boyfriend doesn’t mean you can’t objectively objectify someone else. You’re dating, not blind,” I say, nudging her obnoxiously with my elbow.

Briar narrows her eyes and lets out a long sigh, then finally shoots a quick glance in the direction I’ve been blatantly staring at for the past minute or two.

“I’d give it a solid six out of ten,” she finally says.

My eyes widen, and I seriously begin to wonder if we should just end our friendship right now because…what?

“What?” I say, and not quietly. “That is just…completely false. His ass is at least a nine, easy.”

Briar scrunches her nose and gives her head a little shake. “Mmmmm, those buns aren’t for me.”

I look back at the man in question, trying to understand how in the hell we can have such differing opinions.

This guy is built like a linebacker. Tall and muscular and broad in a way that says he can pick a girl up and toss her over his shoulder. I’ve always wondered what something like that would be like, and I bite my lip, enjoying the way he shifts to dig his wallet out of his back pocket.

“You could not be more wrong,” is all I say, finally refocusing all my attention on her. “But I can manage to forgive you, just this once.”

Briar snorts again and takes another sip of her wine.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that her eyes can no longer acknowledge other sexy men considering the fact that she’s finally ditched the old asshat and found the man of her dreams. Now that she’s all swoony in love, even managing to get her to take a look at Sexy Buns Guy should be considered a success in and of itself. Now, she only has eyes for one man.

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THE START OF SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cedar Point, by Jillian Liota

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: THE TROUBLE WITH WANTING
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Book 2: THE OPPOSITE OF FALLING
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Author Jillian Liota

Author Jillian Liota

About the Author
Jillian Liota is a new author writing contemporary romance and new adult fiction. She lives in Kailua, Hawaii with her amazing husband, 2 cats, and 3-legged pup.

She is the author of the new adult romance novel The Keeper, which focuses on a female college soccer goalie, as well as the follow up novella, Keep Away. Her newest release, Like You Mean It, is in the contemporary romance genre and has a more mature voice, as it follows a pregnant mother finding love in a new town. The next novel in the Like You Series, Like You Want It, will be published in Spring 2019

She has a master’s in Higher Education and Student Affairs, and she is passionate about all things improvement, development and organization.

She’s also a big fan of taking walks with her husband and dog Maia, reading romance (obviously), watching a handful of horrible reality TV shows, and exploring the island she calls home. Check out her Contact page for more information on how to connect.

Where to Find Jillian Liota
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – EVENTUALLY EVIE by Cat Lavoie

 

Welcome to the book blitz for EVENTUALLY EVIE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Cat Lavoie

Welcome to the book blitz for EVENTUALLY EVIE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Cat LavoieSee below for the cover, information on the book, preorder links, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

EVENTUALLY EVIE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Cat Lavoie

EVENTUALLY EVIE by Harley Cat Lavoie

About the Book
Title: EVENTUALLY EVIE
Author:Cat Lavoie
Release Date: January 4, 2021
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis
How are you supposed to get your life back on track when the Universe won’t stop messing with you?

After a series of personal and professional setbacks, interior designer Evie Glass has lost faith in herself and the world. The last thing she needs is her loud, boisterous family poking their noses in her business, so that’s why she avoids opening up about anything—especially her love life—during their weekly dinners. Thankfully, her bestie and next-door neighbor, Matilda, always has her back.

When Evie is asked to cat-sit Matilda’s beloved rescue, she’s not thrilled at the prospect. One well-meaning mistake later and a distraught Evie is rushing her furry charge to the ER where she meets and is instantly smitten with Fletcher West, a charming veterinarian who seems to return her interest. That is until they both realize they’ve met before—ten years ago when he was dating her temperamental cousin. Fletch’s break-up with Bee put him at the top of her family’s hit list and makes him the last person Evie should be dating.

In addition to navigating a secret romance with Fletch, Evie must also deal with a demanding new job, an eccentric client from her former life, and an ex who’s suddenly blowing up her phone. She convinces herself she’s got it all under control, but what happens when things start falling apart and Evie learns she’s not the only one keeping secrets?

One thing’s for sure…

Eventually Evie’s got to take a chance—on love, on life, and on herself.

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EVENTUALLY EVIE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Cat Lavoie

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Excerpt
@EventuallyEvie
This is thirty-two. It’s completely normal to want to be alone on your birthday, right? (She asks her 5 followers.)

I know my plans for a quiet evening watching TV have been thwarted as soon as I slide the key into the door and hear Matilda’s hushed voice telling—no, ordering—Silas to be quiet. A part of me wants to slowly back away from the door and escape to the diner down the street. Or I could go eat my cold leftovers on a park bench because who doesn’t want to do that on their birthday? A party sounds like the absolute worst right about now. But if my best friend went to the trouble of filling up my apartment with people who want to celebrate the day I was born for some reason, the least I can do is be grateful and play along. I take a deep breath and open the door.

“Surprise!”

Indeed it is. And what a relief—there are only two people in my apartment, and it happens to be my neighbors from across the hall. I walk into Matilda’s and Silas’s open arms for a group hug, silently grateful I won’t have to pretend I ran out of good wine as I pour out the cheap stuff into plastic flamingo tumblers. And I also won’t have to tidy up. Now that I look around, my apartment looks cleaner than it was before I left. My collection of Designer Daily magazines is neatly stacked on the coffee table instead of scattered on the floor. And there’s the unmistakable aroma of ginger and citrus in the air—Matilda’s favorite designer room spray.

“Did you clean my apartment?” I ask.

Matilda nods, a satisfied grin on her face. “Remember when I said you’d get the rest of your gift on your actual birthday?”
“Of course,” I lie. I’d forgotten about that particular conversation—probably because I overdid it on Pretty in Pink Passion cocktails when she dragged me to a club on Friday night. A large part of that evening remains a blur.

“Well, this is it. I cleaned this place top to bottom and reorganized your bedroom closet and your kitchen cupboards.”

“You are an angel,” I say, which is what I always tell Matilda whenever she does this—the urge to clean is strong with this one. You’d think I wouldn’t like having someone rummage through my apartment and dust-busting every shameful nook and cranny, but in addition to being my best friend, Matilda is also a professional organizer and a proud neat freak. Rearranging a pantry is her idea of a good time, and since I’m such a good friend, I let her go crazy in my closets.

“Oh. And I got you gummy bears,” Silas says, handing me a small gift bag. “I’ve been told to tell you not to eat the entire bag in one sitting.”

Zero guarantees.

I eat candy like it’s a medication keeping me alive. I’ve tried many times to kick the habit, but I always end up at the bodega across the street throwing bags of sour gummy worms on the counter and ripping into them before I even get back home.

“Thank you, Silas.” These aren’t the generic gummy bears I’m used to. They’re made with rosé wine and covered in pink edible glitter. These babies are definitely not surviving the night.

“No problem. Let me go see if I can help M in the kitchen,” Silas says.

“Does Matilda allow you to call her M?” I ask with a wink.

Silas laughs. “It’s tolerated, at best.”

As someone who’s been called by a nickname her entire life, I can’t understand Matilda’s aversion to being called anything other than her baptismal name. We were allowed to call her Tilly—her childhood nickname—for a while, but it recently became blacklisted again after someone (me) decided to rhyme it with silly and turn the whole thing into a Broadway show tune that I kept singing over and over again whenever she came over. Leave it to me to ruin a good thing for everyone.

Silas and Matilda have been dating for a little over a year, and they are the perfect example of completely opposite people coming together and making a perfect couple. And, yes, I am gagging at the words perfect couple. (And rolling my eyes too—that’s how nauseating their cuteness is.) Somehow, they make it work even though he’s messy and distracted and the kind of person who can lose his phone and wallet in the span of a few hours. She’s his calm and levelheaded counterpart who’s never misplaced anything in her entire life but knows exactly what to do and who to call when you lose your phone and wallet.

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EVENTUALLY EVIE, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Cat Lavoie

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Author Cat Lavoie

Author Cat Lavoie

About the Author
Cat Lavoie is a chick lit writer from Montreal, Canada.

She loves writing fun and quirky romantic comedies and is the author of BREAKING THE RULES, ZOEY & THE MOMENT OF ZEN, PERI IN PROGRESS and MESSING WITH MATILDA.

A fan of all things feline, Cat loves cats and hopes to someday have a house full of them in order to officially become a crazy cat lady. (But one or two cats will do for now.)

If she isn’t reading or writing, Cat enjoys listening to podcasts (mostly comedy and true crime) and watching way too much TV. She fell in love with London many years ago and hopes to go back one day. Cat is currently at work on her next novel.

To connect with Cat and find out more about her books, visit CatLavoie.com and follow @CatLavoieBooks on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.

 

Where to find Cat Lavoie
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court Series) by Rebel Hart

 

EVIL VILLAIN Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for EVIL VILLAIN, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, The Royal Court, by Rebel Hart. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

EVIL VILLAIN, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, The Royal Court, by Rebel Hart

EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court Series #3) by Rebel Hart

About the Book
Title:
EVIL VILLAIN
Series: The Royal Court Series #3
Author: Rebel Hart
Release Date: December 30, 2020
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
The man I love is missing, and there’s nothing I can do.

I need to find Deon.

All I want is to be in his arms again, but I don’t even know if he’s alive.

The Royal Court has changed dramatically, and we have to learn who we are again while trying to keep ourselves safe.

Will my new steely personality prevent my friends from accepting me?

Will our enemy get to Deon before we can?

Or will I be forced to mourn the death of the love of my life and my friends a second time?

 

 

 

 

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EVIL VILLAIN, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, The Royal Court, by Rebel Hart

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Excerpt #4
When Cherri and I entered the kitchen, all eyes turned to us. Across from me, and much to my surprise, Nathan looked like he was on the brink of tears. Everyone’s glances bounced between us, and even as uncomfortable as it made me, I had to admit it was good to see him. He took a step forward and so did I. He shook his head with a little chuckle and held his arms out for a hug.

And then Sicily jumped in front of him and threw his arms around me.

“Deon!” he whined. “It’s really you! I’ve been dreaming of this day!” Even though there was damn near a foot between us, he squeezed me tightly. “I kept looking for you! Your best friend never gave up.”

“I heard,” I said, finally managing to wedge between us to push him back a few feet, but I set my hands on his shoulders. “Thank you. You took care of Cherri, you never gave up on me. You really are the best friend a guy could ask for.”

What I’d learned about Sicily in the limited time that we had to develop a friendship was that he didn’t do emotions very well. He was a natural jester, and when his feelings started to get the best of him, he did what any good jester did—he played it off with a joke. His feelings about being reunited with me must have gotten the best of him, because he started out kidding, but in the wake of my earnest statement, I watched all of his inner jokester fade away.

“Deon,” he said in his serious tone, an octave lower than his usual jubilant tone. “You’re like, the first real friend I ever had, and as much as I hated thinking you were out there in a ditch somewhere, if that hadn’t happened…” He looked past me to Cherri. “I wouldn’t have made the second real friend I ever had.”

Cherri stepped forward and slid between Sicily and me to pull him into a big hug. When she released him, I pulled her back so her back was against my stomach and put a hand on Sicily’s head. “You’re the first real friend I ever had too. When I went missing, you looked after the most important people in my life, my queen…” I looked across at Nathan. “And my brother.”

In an instant, Sicily turned back into the class clown, and his typical tone was back. “Oh! He called me his friend! Nathan did.” He looked back at him. “Tell him.”

Nathan nodded. “I did say that, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Everyone chuckled a little, then Cherri stepped aside and dragged Sicily with her. I finished crossing the kitchen, and doing something I honestly never thought I’d do, I pulled Nathan into a huge bear hug. I closed my eyes and breathed in the moment—actually bonding with a brother I hated. We had something that bonded us more than anything else ever could.

The manipulation of Connor Loche.

“So,” Nathan said, pulling away. “How about that dad of ours?”

I shrugged. “I don’t see him as my dad.”

Nathan nodded. “Oh good, I don’t either.”

Colette raised her hand. “Don’t you have to acknowledge that he’s your dad to some extent? Otherwise you wouldn’t be brothers.”

“No,” Nathan and I said in unison, and it brought that concept to an end in a flash.

“He’s done all he needed to do in making us brothers by spreading his seed,” Nathan said.

I nodded. “And now it’s time to stop him so he can’t bring that level of harm to anyone else.”

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EVIL VILLAIN, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, The Royal Court, by Rebel Hart

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Get caught up on The Royal Court Series, a new adult contemporary romance series by Rebel Hart

Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: EVIL KING
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Book 2: EVIL QUEEN
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Dark Romance Author, Rebel Hart

Author Rebel Hart

About the Author
Rebel Hart is an author of Dark and Contemporary Romance novels. Her debut series is a #1 Amazon Bestseller called Diamond In The Rough. It’s a High School Bully Romance with four books and a novella. Book one is Play With Me.

Text REBEL to 77948 to don’t miss any of her books (US only) or sign up at the bottom of the page to get an email alert when her next book is out.

 

 

 

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – CEMETERY SONGS by Julie Gilbert

 

Welcome to the book blitz for CEMETERY SONGS, a stand-alone adult paranormal, by Julie Gilbert

Welcome to the book blitz for CEMETERY SONGS, a stand-alone adult paranormal, by Julie Gilbert. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CEMETERY SONGS, a stand-alone adult paranormal, by Julie Gilbert

CEMETERY SONGS by Julie Gilbert

About the Book
Title: CEMETERY SONGS
Author: Julie Gilbert
Publisher: Lakestone Press
Release Date: December 15, 2020
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
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Synopsis
Poignant and uplifting, Cemetery Songs is a compelling YA about a girl, a ghost, and the graveyard that sends them both on a journey of self-acceptance.

When Polly Stone’s birthmother dies, she feels lost and adrift. How do you mourn someone you never knew? Even the dead, whose final thoughts Polly can hear, offer no advice.

Instead Polly fails her classes, alienates her friends, gets fired from her summer job, and accidentally sets fire to the high school. At a loss, Polly’s parents ground her and insist she volunteer at the local archives.

The dusty boxes are boring, but Polly is intrigued by her assignment: mapping an abandoned Black settlement on the edge of town. At the very least, it gives her time to examine her confused feelings for Billy Meyer, a former classmate who is also blackmailing her.

Amid weedy tombstones, Polly and Billy encounter the charming ghost of Harrison Card, who died in 1924. Sensing there’s more to the story than Harrison can recall, the unlikely trio investigates the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death.

The discoveries are unnerving, especially since the ugly racist history reflects some of Polly’s own experiences as a biracial teenager. Past and present collide when Polly’s attempts to help Harrison go tragically wrong. As Polly grapples with the consequences of her actions, she must decide if she is brave enough to heed the wisdom of the dead.

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Excerpt
“You about ready?” I ask as I sit in the grass at the corner of the gravestone.

“Sure,” Billy says, sitting back on his heels. He swings the flashlight to illuminate his handiwork. A series of objects is arranged around the perimeter of the grave. Nearest me is a chipped coffee mug with the Monroe city logo on it. Next to that there’s a single golf glove and a pile of tees. A worn dog leash curls in the corner, nestled against a plastic water dish.

“He’s the guy who died at his desk, isn’t he?” I ask. “Like two weeks ago or something.” My mom mentioned it over dinner the other night, the city employee who’d been physically fit but plagued with anger management issues. Apparently he died in the middle of a conversation.

“Yeah, that’s him. You know him?”

“No, but I’m about to.”

I wrap my hands around the mug, drawing in a few deep, clean breaths and turning my attention to Arnold Weber, sliding into his mind, or whatever’s left of it.

He died during an argument, I learn. What the hell, Scott? was his final thought. I hold the mug tighter and images start to appear in my mind. I see the inside of an office paneled in wood and carpeted in gray. There’s an industrial desk dominating the small space, buttressed by several filing cabinets. A clock ticks on the desk and I see that it’s golf-themed and inscribed with the word “Pinehurst.”

A wave of memories rushes through me as I amplify Arnold’s mind further. I see a woman’s blonde hair shot gray at the temples, her eyes tired and distant. I see the same woman in a photograph, younger, her eyes wary but hopeful beneath the veil of her wedding dress. I see a parade of children and I see Arnold and the woman standing near this very spot on a cold, October day, watching as a tiny coffin is laid into the ground.

There are more memories. Christmas morning, Halloween night. Endless meetings and workshops where the phrases “organic synergy” and “workflow analysis” rattle around sterile conference tables. There’s a cruise in the Bahamas where everyone got sick and another to Alaska where they saw whales. As I release the mug, there’s one last image of Arnold as a college student, skipping over the art class that tugs at his pen and reluctantly signing up for an accounting class instead.

I can feel myself return to the surface, can hear Arnold’s voice yelling at Scott in my mind. Before I break through into consciousness, I hear the words “Jessam Crossing” and a voice says, “She can’t use what she can’t find.” Then I’m back in my own body, crouching over a mound of earth.

Billy is studying me.

“How long was I gone?” I ask.

“About thirty minutes. You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you learn?” he asks.

“Lots.” I shake my head. “Lots of images and memories. I’m not sure where to start.”

“I can ask you the security questions when I find them,” Billy says, his voice low.

“Might be easier,” I interrupt. I clamber to my feet and we start walking back to the truck. I’m concentrating so hard on trying to recall other snippets of the conversation that I step into a badger hole and stumble to my knees.

“I gotcha,” Billy says. His hands slide from behind me to cup my elbows and leverage me to my feet. When I’m standing again, I’ve got my back to him. We’re not touching, other than his hands at my elbows, but I can sense him, his entire body towering over me, sheltering me. It’s electric. I swallow and feel my breath speed up. He moves a hair closer to me, his chest against my back, his legs brushing mine. He’s so much taller than me but I feel tall and strong standing here like this. His head dips and I can feel his breath on my neck.

“Polly—” he says, just as a bat swoops overhead, breaking the spell. I jump and take a few steps toward the truck.

“I should get home,” I say. I put my hand over my throat to conceal the rapid flutter of my heart, even though I know he can’t see it in the dark anyway.

“Let’s go,” he says at last, his voice gravelly. We go back to the truck and don’t talk the rest of the way.

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CEMETERY SONGS, a stand-alone adult paranormal, by Julie Gilbert

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Author Julie Gilbert

Author Julie Gilbert

About the Author
Although Julie K. Gilbert’s masterpiece, The Adventures of Kitty Bob: Alien Warlord Cat, has sadly been out of print since Julie last stapled it together in the fourth grade, she continues to write. Her short fiction, which has appeared in numerous publications, explores topics ranging from airport security lines to adoption to antique wreaths made of hair. Julie makes her home in southern Minnesota with her husband and two children.

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Julie Gilbert
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE by Loren Beeson

 

Welcome to the book blitz for THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE, a stand-alone adult adult contemporary romance, by Loren Beeson

Welcome to the book blitz for THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE, a stand-alone adult adult contemporary romance, by Loren BeesonSee below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE, a stand-alone adult adult contemporary romance, by Loren Beeson

THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE by Loren Beeson

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Title: THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE
Author: Loren Beeson
Release Date: December 14, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Smart, beautiful, talented, and… awkward.

Ellie Clark has big dreams of moving to the city to become a well-known artist. With the help of her eccentric boss, Alex, and his influence in the New York City art scene, everything should go according to plan. Until suddenly, Ellie comes to realize that her passion for painting has vanished with no explanation.

Despite her best attempts at avoiding distractions, she not so gracefully tumbles into a sexy stranger, adding more chaos to her already unsteady life. He continues to challenge her to the point of losing her grip on the one thing that keeps her grounded—her control, and to make matters worse, a past she had long ago made peace with is ripped wide open when she receives a phone call from a ghost of her previous life.

The refuge of her comfort zone is her greatest dependency, but Ellie doesn’t see the bigger picture. Can she risk opening her heart to this exciting, overconfident trouble-maker, or will she embrace the trauma of her past to discover that second chances aren’t just for the storybooks…

 

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Excerpt #2
“Give me your hand,” I demand, and the bewilderment on his face makes me laugh.

Point, Ellie.

He gives me the hand that isn’t holding the palette, and I pause a moment to admire it. Tyler has long, strong hands, and I’m plagued with images of them groping my body. Remembering those hands firmly gripping my ass while we made out in the janitor’s closet makes me clear my throat uncomfortably.

I grab some white paint off the palette in his opposite hand and mix in some black to create a light gray. Placing my hand under his, I begin gentle strokes around the bones beneath his skin, creating thin white striations that make up the cartilage and tendons around them.

When I’m finished, I smirk at him, giving him a clean brush and offering my hand for him to work on. Admiring my work, he quirks an eyebrow at me, “I’m not normally so easy to outwit.” He gives me the palette and takes my palm in his. Dabbing some green paint onto his brush, he leans over my hand and applies it to my pale skin in slow strokes.

“It seems you may have met your match.” I smile at him, jumping slightly when the cold paint touches my skin.

He chuckles to himself, but I don’t miss the desire flooding his gaze when he glares back at me. “I’m no painter, so don’t you dare laugh.”

I giggle as he swirls the start of a green vine onto the back of my hand. He’s so focused on his work that he barely takes a moment to look up at me through his thick lashes. “I said don’t laugh.”

I hide my smile from him as he finishes the job, and we take turns painting our opposite hands. I move on to his right side contemplating where to start, and I run my fingers lightly down the full-length of his arm. Starting at his shoulder, I end my stroke over the pulse at his wrist where I absently rub a circle over his warm flesh, envisioning the direction of my design.

His skin is warm and smooth, and I can’t help but notice that I’ve left a trail of goosebumps with my touch. I’m lost in thought when he interrupts.

“Like what you see, Princess?” His words come out in a husky whisper that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

I meet his gaze, teasing him, “A good artist always gets familiar with her subject.”

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THE ART OF LOVING ELLIE, a stand-alone adult adult contemporary romance, by Loren Beeson

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Author Loren Beeson

Author Loren Beeson

About the Author
Loren is a dreamer, artist, radiologic technologist, and author who loves animals and people. Always writing short stories as a young child and young adult, she knew she wanted to become an author someday. The Art of Loving Ellie is Loren’s debut novel.

Loren can be found in her cozy home in Texas with her nose in a book, her corgi and mini-aussie on her lap, and her son trailing along with her and her husband through their many adventures.

 

 

 

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Release Day – THE LUCKY ONES (Love Is… Series) by Cassie Cross

 

Today is release day for THE LUCKY ONES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Love Is..., by Cassie Cross

Today is release day for THE LUCKY ONES, the seventh book in the adult contemporary romance series, Love Is…, by Cassie Cross. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

THE LUCKY ONES, the seventh book in her adult contemporary romance series, Love Is..., by Cassie Cross

THE LUCKY ONES (Love Is…Series #7) by Cassie Cross

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Title: THE LUCKY ONES

Series: Love Is… Series #7
Author: Cassie Cross
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2020
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Synopsis
Kendall Moore’s professional life has never been better. She’s an in-demand video editor who’s just started her own business, and that business is booming. She rarely has a moment to relax and has completely thrown herself into her work, which is just the way that she likes it. There’s just one tiny issue in her pursuit of professional and personal happiness: she’s getting burned out. 

Of course, it doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly and secretly in love with her totally off-limits business partner, Jordan.

Jordan Murphy is an aspiring filmmaker with a past that he’s desperate to put behind him. When an opportunity arises to go to Vegas and film for a project he’s working on, he gets Kendall to agree to come along with him. After he makes a lucky bet that leads to a weekend full of fun, unexpected confessions, and a visit to a wedding chapel that neither one of them can remember, Kendall and Jordan head home wondering if what happened in Vegas should stay in Vegas…

 

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 Excerpt
“I have an idea.” He says it slowly, like he’s trying to reason with a small, frightened animal and doesn’t want to scare it away.

“I’m not gonna like this, am I?”

He laughs. “I’m hoping that you will if you hear me out.”

I take a deep breath. “Okay, I’m listening.” There may be a nervous ringing in my ears, but I can hear him over that.

“You know that film I’ve been working on forever?”

A Robin Hood-esque heist movie that’s been his creative baby for almost as long as I’ve known him? “Yes.”

“I have the chance to get some arial shots for it this weekend,” he explains. “You know my friend, Danny? The one with the helicopter business in Vegas?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“He has a slot open on Friday night, and he offered to take me up so I can film. I’m flying to Vegas Friday morning so I can take him up on the offer.”

“That’s great,” I say, squeezing his hand. “But how does it involve me?”

The question hangs in the air as he stares at me meaningfully. “I want you to come with me.”

“No,” I say reflexively.

“Why not?”

“I’m not going to Vegas.”

“That’s not an answer. You’ll be done with the commercial by then, and our next project doesn’t start until next week. You haven’t been out of LA in a hundred years, Ken. It’s time.”

I playfully kick him in the shin. “It’s only been, like, a year. Maybe two.”

Yeah, okay. Still not great.

“It’ll be fun,” he says, really putting on the full-court press to sell me on this. “We’ll fly in and spend the night, have dinner and gamble a little. I’ll pay for the plane ticket.”

I love a night of debauchery as much as anyone, and I’m having a harder time saying no than I thought I would.

“Jordan…”

“You have an editor’s eye,” he argues. “It’ll be nice to have someone there to tell me what to shoot so I’ll have the best final product.”

Yes, this much is true.

“Please,” he says. He’s gone full puppy-dog eyes and I can never say no to those.

“No,” I reply, but it’s weak. A slight breeze could knock it over.

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out those dice. “You roll an odd, you come home with me. Even? You can edit all weekend and I won’t say a thing.”

I grab a die and inspect it to make sure it actually has evens and odds.

I’ve never let dice make a decision for me. The prospect is oddly freeing.

I start to roll, but he gently grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth, giving it a quick kiss.

“For good luck,” he says with a playful wink.

I roll my eyes, trying not to think too hard about how soft his lips are.

“Good luck for you or good luck for me?”

A full-on grin. “For me, of course.”

I toss the die on the hood of the car. I come up with a three.

“Better start packing,” he says, looking like he just hit the jackpot.

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Author Cassie Cross

Author Cassie Cross

About the Author
Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80’s sitcoms.

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Cassie Cross
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE (Heartless Series) by Mary E. Palmerin

 

Welcome to the book blitz for THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE, the second book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Heartless, by Mary E. Palmerin

Welcome to the book blitz for THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE, the second book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Heartless, by Mary E. Palmerin. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE, the second book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Heartless, by Mary E. Palmerin

THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE (Heartless Series #2) by Mary E. Palmerin

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Title: THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE
Series: Heartless Series #2
Authors: Mary E. Palmerin
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
Release Date: December 1, 2020
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Synopsis
When I was little, I wanted to be a superhero to fly over the moon. Then I found a suitcase with a photo of the brown-eyed angel. The bad man changed me. I became lost and unlovable. After the consequences of fate reared its ugly head, I decided I would be the master of my ultimate plan.

I am not a good boy.

I watch people.

I hurt them.

And I destroy the truth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt
Grabbing a used syringe, I prepare it for its splendor. Next, I flick my lighter under the metal until it bubbles precisely right turning the material into dissolved ecstasy. I suck the liquid into the syringe and heave a sigh. This is my favorite part; the component where the bruises from my past will soon be left behind before the delusions return. Every second gets colder as I await the delightful keenness of heat and heaven. My shaking hand finds the bubbled up blue vein and I penetrate it, wasting no time pushing the heroin into my bloodstream. I am lost, but she will find me. I am nothing to no one, but maybe I can be someone to her. There must be something out there for me. I grin, slumping off my cot, falling back onto the dirty clothes littered atop the stained carpet in my bedroom. Soon I will be swallowed up, submerged by the memories that I try to run from. I was just a boy and she was just a girl. I will make her fall in love with me even if it is the last thing I do.

What is love? Love is heroin. Love is the high, the inability to recall the monsters. That is what love is. Damn it all to hell, I am running back to her and I am not sure for what anymore…

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THE CONSEQUENCES OF FATE, the second book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Heartless, by Mary E. Palmerin

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Author Mary E. Palmerin

Author Mary E. Palmerin

About Author
Mary E. Palmerin is an internationally bestselling author of The Monster Series, Redeeming Rhys, and half the madness behind The Red Market Series. She currently resides in Indiana with her husband and two boys. She enjoys writing raw, taboo tales that strike various emotions in her readers. When she isn’t busy writing, she usually has her nose in a good book. Mary loves spending time with her family and friends, being outdoors, cooking, art, tattoos, red wine, traveling, and anything that makes her laugh. She loves to connect with her readers!.

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Release Day + Giveaway – WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS by Julie Hammerle

 

Today is release day for WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy/holiday romance, by USA Today bestselling author, Julie Hammerle

Today is release day for WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy/holiday romance, by USA Today bestselling author, Julie Hammerle. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her Giveaway.

WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic holiday comedy, by USA Today Bestselling Author Julie Hammerele

WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS by Julie Hammerle

About the Book
Title:
WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Author: Julie Hammerle
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: November 30, 2020
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy/Holiday Romance
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Synopsis
You’ve probably heard of me.

Reclusive fantasy author turned famous when his series got developed into a mega TV hit. Except now I’m way behind deadline, and the whole world is waiting to see what I’ll write next. The pressure is getting to me, and I. Can’t. Write.

Cue: small town where people don’t recognize me.

Cue: my assistant insisting on a personal chef to keep me fed and nothing more.

Cue: finding the first bit of inspiration I’ve felt in months whenever she’s around…

Am I a walking cliche now, or what?

Dani Cooper seems to have her own hurdles to jump this holiday season. Newly divorced, looking for her next move. She’s the first person who’s seen me for me in way too long. And I see her, too–as way more than just an employee, a divorcee, a cook. She’s becoming my muse…

But when my Christmas deadline hits, will it spell the end of us, too?

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Exclusive Excerpt
“You said your house is full….” I was trying to get a read on her. She wore no wedding ring, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t seeing someone.

“My parents are there, obviously, and the dog and my daughter. And my niece and nephew and my sister-in-law…” She chuckled. “Kind of a full house, and my brother’s not even here yet.”

No mention of a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner or anything like that. “You said your daughter is there. Are you married?” Way to be blunt, Matt. Eh, sometimes it was best not to beat around the bush.

“Divorced,” she said. “You?”

“Single. Very single.”

Something in her eyes shifted. Heavy lids darkened her irises to charcoal as she studied me. “I was hoping that was what you’d say.”

I laughed nervously. “I was about to say the same thing to you.”

“I’ve been thinking about you since we ran into each other.” She pushed her hair over one shoulder. “Which is…not something I’d normally say to a complete stranger.”

“We’re not complete strangers now, though, are we? I’m Matt. You’re Dani—”

My stomach bubbled with excitement, as she stepped closer.

“I want to kiss you,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Please do,” I told her. “I want you to kiss me.”

She snatched the tumbler of moonshine back from me and drained it as a soft, chilly breeze ruffled her hair. With a lick of her lips, she dropped the cup. I barely had time to register the clank of the aluminum against the asphalt before her mouth was on mine.

I stumbled backward, still holding on to her, trying to keep us upright as our shoes skidded on the gravel next to the street and we tripped into the grass on the side of the road. Her soft, silky lips tasted like mangoes and cinnamon with a hint of alcohol. I held on tight to her, breathing her in, this stranger on the road in the middle of nowhere.

After a few moments, she pulled away, and I stifled a laugh.

“What?” Her eyes flashed.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just that, a few minutes ago, I’d been thinking about how we barely knew each other and were sharing a drink.”

She laughed, too. “I supposed all of this escalated quickly.”

“I’m not complaining.” I glanced down the road, toward the house where I was staying. I could invite her to join me, which was the kind of thing I never shied away from, at least it used to be. Random hookups had become more complicated in the past year. If I let Dani into my house, I’d be opening a can of worms. For the next several weeks, she’d be my neighbor. We’d run into each other constantly. Things would get awkward, and the stress of dealing with a romantic entanglement would distract me from my writing. Better to cut this short and leave ourselves with the sweet, perfect memory of making out with a total stranger in the moonlight on a deserted road. “I should probably…” I nodded back toward Linda’s house, making it look like I lived up that way.

“Me, too.” As she walked backwards, heading the way she came, she said, “But Matt, if you ever want to do that again…”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you.” I waved goodbye and headed back toward Linda’s house, ready to walk and walk and walk until I got that kiss out of my mind.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Julie Hammerle

Author Julie Hammerle

About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Julie Hammerle writes young adult novels that focus on nerds, geeks, and basket cases falling in love. On the YA side, she is the author of The Sound of Us (Entangled TEEN, 2016) and the North Pole romance series (Entangled Crush, 2017). For adult romances, look for Knocked-Up Cinderella in the fall of 2018. A graduate of Butler University with degrees in secondary education and Latin with a minor in music, Julie lives in Chicago with her family and enjoys reading, cooking, and watching all the television.

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Julie Hammerle
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – DAMNED WHEN I DIDN’T by Cherie Colyer

 

Welcome to the book blitz for DAMNED WHEN I DIDN'T, a stand-alone young adult paranormal romance, by Cherie Colyer

Welcome to the book blitz for DAMNED WHEN I DIDN’T, a stand-alone young adult paranormal romance, by Cherie ColyerSee below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DAMNED WHEN I DIDN'T, a stand-alone young adult paranormal romance, by Cherie Colyer

DAMNED WHEN I DIDN’T by Cherie Colyer

About the Book
Title: DAMNED WHEN I DIDN’T
Author: Cherie Colyer
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: November 18, 2020
Genre:
Young Adult Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
Death isn’t the end for eighteen-year-old Avery Williams, and her final resting place isn’t beyond the Golden Gates. No, the Queen of the Damned has plans for her and, unbeknownst to Avery, fought hard to gain possession of her soul.

As Hell’s newest succubus, Avery is expected to siphon life from the living. It only takes a long, meaningful kiss, but for a virgin like Avery, kissing guys she barely knows isn’t something she’s comfortable doing. Avery focuses on the upside of her fate—she’ll be returning home, or so she thinks. When the Queen of the Damned cuts her off from her old life, Avery is determined to find a way back to her family and friends, even if it means facing Hell’s fury if she’s caught.

 

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt #2
We got to Brookfield Zoo around ten, and even though I had forty dollars in my purse, Cole insisted on paying for the both of us. We entered through an underground tunnel that led to the main entrance. Images of ostriches and lions watched us pass as we followed the crowd to the turnstiles.

Cole handed a heavyset guy in a blue uniform our tickets and then held his hand in front of him. “Ladies first.”

“Thanks.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and asked, “Are you sure your friends won’t mind me tagging along?”

During the drive over, I envisioned Cole’s friends as a group of unruly demons. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked him what to expect when he first mentioned getting out of the apartment. When I voiced my concerns to Cole, he let out a loud guffaw. A minute later, he assured me there wouldn’t be a demon in the bunch, except for us. He also told me that Luz was psyched to meet me. She was tired of being the only girl in the group.

Cole and I headed toward a large water fountain at the center of the zoo. A boy wearing a lion sun visor held his little hands up as if they were paws and roared. His sister—who was about half his size—screamed. I couldn’t help but laugh. Then I remembered Cole’s comment back at the apartment.

“Are you really a fan of leopards?” I asked.

“Snow leopards,” he corrected. “They’re smaller than other wild cats, but they’re graceful, cunning, and exceptional survivors.”

I got the feeling he related to them on a personal level. Cole had said incubi were low on Hell’s totem pole of bad asses.

“What’s your favorite animal?” he asked.

I tapped a finger to my lips. “Hmm—”

He jumped in front of me, walking backward with a bounce in his step. “Don’t tell me. I’ll guess.”

I giggled. Cole’s behavior was so human it was hard to believe he was a demon. But then again, so was I.

“You’ll never guess.”

He tipped his head to the side. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” I replied with a smile.

He slowed, avoiding bumping into a stroller even though his back was to it.

“How’d you know they were there?” I whispered, fully expecting to be told that demons had the radar-like senses of a shark.

“Reflection in your sunglasses.” He wiggled the ones he wore.

Darn on the supernatural radar, or lack thereof.

“Where were we?” he asked.

“You were about to admit there is no way you’ll guess my favorite animal.”

“You think so.” Cole smirked. “Let’s make it interesting…winner sleeps in the bed tonight, his choice if he wants to share.”

“Or hers, and just so you know, I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

“You did last night.”

“I was passed out due to being drugged. It doesn’t count.”

I hadn’t given much thought to the fact that Cole and I shared everything in a one-bedroom apartment. “Does the couch pull out into a sofa bed?”

“Nope. I usually don’t have company sleep over. I discovered last night you’re a cover hog.”

Since most mornings I woke tangled in the sheet, I knew better than to argue with the latter statement. “Don’t you have girls over?”

“Definitely not. Except Luz, but she’s a friend and doesn’t stay the night.” His expression became serious. “No bringing work home. House rule.”

I didn’t plan on hooking up with anyone, so that rule was fine by me. “Deal.”

His lips curved upward into a devilish smirk. “Which one: you won’t bring strange guys home, or you’re willing to risk losing dibs on the comfy mattress?”

I began to think Lilith had purposely paired me with Cole as a way to add to my own personal Hell. He was seriously charming and—had we been human—the type of guy I went for.

But he’s not human, and the only reason you find him charming is because he’s the only person you’re still allowed to talk to.

Even Gregory Davis—the geeky brain from school with thick black glasses and a never-ending supply of sweater vests—would look appealing when you’re staring down eternity and he’s the only person you know.

I shook my head to clear my runaway thoughts and replied with confidence, “Both.”

“Be prepared to lose.” He turned and fell in stride with me. In a low voice, he said, “Luz, Nick, and Dylan are human. Hunter’s something else.”

I stopped. “What’s Hunter?”

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DAMNED WHEN I DIDN'T, a stand-alone young adult paranormal romance, by Cherie Colyer

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Author Cherie Colyer

Author Cherie Colyer

About the Author
Cherie Colyer is the author of Challenging Destiny and the Embrace series. When she’s not getting the fictional people in her life into trouble, she can be found solving network issues at work, spending time with family and friends, reading, or exploring the great outdoors.

Cherie lives in Illinois with her family.

To learn more about Cherie and her novels visit www.CherieColyer.com

 

 

 

 

Where to find Cherie Colyer
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – GRAVES’ ANATOMY (Luna Graves Series) by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson

 

Welcome to the book blitz for GRAVES' ANATOMY, the first book in the new adult urban fantasy series, Luna Graves, by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson

Welcome to the book blitz for GRAVES’ ANATOMY, the first book in the new adult urban fantasy series, Luna Graves, by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on their giveaway.

GRAVES' ANATOMY, the first book in the new adult urban fantasy series, Luna Graves, by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson

GRAVES’ ANATOMY (Luna Graves Series #1) by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson

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Title:
GRAVES’ ANATOMY
Series: Luna Graves Series #1
Author: Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy
Release Date: November 17, 2020
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon IT | Amazon FR

Synopsis
Tattoo artist Luna Graves’ life turns upside down when her estranged father dies and she learns it’s her destiny to be a doctor…to monsters.

Destiny? Fairy tale endings? Things that go bump in the night? Luna Graves doesn’t believe in any of them. Her father took off when she was three, and she’s worked hard to become one of the best young tattoo artists in Los Angeles. Of course, there was that mysterious exchange she had when she was 12 with Heath Guillaumet, who might not have been human…naw, that was just her imagination.

When her estranged father dies, Luna discovers that he led a secret life as an uphir, a doctor to the shadowkind — what we would call monsters. Now that he’s gone, she has to take his place — or be killed by the powerful Council. Thrust into a world she doesn’t know, the stubborn Luna refuses to give up on her original dreams. Soon Heath Guillaumet will return to unleash a disease last battled by the Knights Templar…the Black Death.

 

 

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Excerpt #2
It was one of the few remaining no-man’s lands in downtown Los Angeles – the kind of area that was commonplace before the neighborhood’s transition into “DTLA.” A desolate block of Wall Street, down where the fabric district jutted up against the flower district and all of the storefronts were blocked off by corrugated metal doors.

Silence reigned. To the west and north, loft windows lit up the night.

Chelle strode down the center of the street, her black overcoat swinging by her sides. The chunky heels of her Doc Martens boots splashed through puddles left after the flower sellers had hosed down their stalls. Her high cheekbones gleamed in the amber streetlights. Like Minx she was a matianak, a type of creature that could pass for human. But Chelle knew the matianak, though vastly outnumbered by humans, were the superior species. They measured their lives in centuries, and, with their tall, thin builds, had it particularly well now that Rubenesque was no longer the physical ideal. Of course, eating wasn’t an issue as they were incubi and succubi. It was a misunderstanding that they gained energy from sex, however. What really provided them with nourishment were human feelings like anger, grief, pain and passion. Sex and touching were just the most economical ways to get there.

She turned down a decrepit alley, her boots crunching on gravel. Rats gathered on the lip of a nearby dumpster glanced up, then returned to feasting on garbage. Save some room, guys, she thought. Fresh pickings are on the way.

Chelle’s target was up ahead: an alley door, covered in dull red peeling paint.

A six-foot-high statue rested next to it: a stone gargoyle. The fierce features were worn with age: cocked eyebrows, squinted eyes, long claws. It would seem out of place if it weren’t for the broken beer bottle at its feet and the green and yellow graffiti tags on its haunches.

Chelle’s footsteps were steady, unfaltering. As she passed a streetlight it flickered, one-two, one-two.

When Chelle was eight feet away from the door, the stone gargoyle opened yellow eyes and turned its head. A low growl sounded from its throat.

Chelle froze. Her prey was in her sights.

The gargoyle’s lips twitched into a snarl, revealing long canines and a glistening black tongue. It shifted its weight, turning to face Chelle.

A smile played around the edges of Chelle’s lips. She raised her right hand in front of her face, watching as her sharp red fingernails receded and long talons emerged from her nail beds. Come on, bitch.

For a moment both matianak and gargoyle remained still, staring at each other.

They leapt at the same moment, as if responding to some agreed-upon signal. Their bodies crashed together in mid-air, the gargoyle’s muscled jaws aiming for Chelle’s neck. At the last moment she pivoted, all willowy grace, and the gargoyle’s teeth closed on air. She ducked and the gargoyle sailed over her, landing in the alleyway and thundering toward the street before turning around, the growl in its throat growing deeper.

Facing the dull red door, Chelle raised both arms in front of her. A soft breeze played around her feet, and her long coat billowed around her legs. The door began to shake in its hinges: barely perceptible at first, then stronger, stronger…

The gargoyle leapt, smacking Chelle in the back and sending her to the ground. The door fell still.

It tried to bite the back of her neck but she elbowed it, knocking it to the side. In a blur of limbs, teeth and claws, the two creatures rolled in the alley muck, fighting with everything they had.

A few of the rats looked up from the dumpster, distracted from their evening meal.

Just a few minutes more, guys. It’s almost over.

The loss of focus cost her. Sharp teeth flashed, sank into Chelle’s shoulder. She screamed, in rage as much as pain, and drew her right hand back. Her long talons glinted in the low light. Now you’re just pissing me off.

With a quick stabbing motion she plunged her talons into the gargoyle’s abdomen, puncturing the stony flesh. Gray fluid spurted out and the gargoyle let out a high-pitched, piercing scream.

Her advantage secured, Chelle raked her fingernails through the creature’s belly. Three deep gashes opened. The gargoyle writhed.

Chelle threw the gargoyle to the side. Enjoy being rat food. She thought she heard the rodents closing in but didn’t bother to look back.

Her focus was only on the door. She ripped it off its hinges and headed into the dark.

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GRAVES' ANATOMY, the first book in the new adult urban fantasy series, Luna Graves, by Adam Gierasch and Jace Anderson

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Authors Jace Anderson and Adam Gierasch

Authors Jace Anderson and Adam Gierasch

About the Authors
Tattoo artist Luna Graves’ life turns upside down when her estranged father dies and she learns it’s her destiny to be a doctor…to monsters.

Destiny? Fairy tale endings? Things that go bump in the night? Luna Graves doesn’t believe in any of them. Her father took off when she was three, and she’s worked hard to become one of the best young tattoo artists in Los Angeles. Of course, there was that mysterious exchange she had when she was 12 with Heath Guillaumet, who might not have been human…naw, that was just her imagination.

When her estranged father dies, Luna discovers that he led a secret life as an uphir, a doctor to the shadowkind — what we would call monsters. Now that he’s gone, she has to take his place — or be killed by the powerful Council. Thrust into a world she doesn’t know, the stubborn Luna refuses to give up on her original dreams. Soon Heath Guillaumet will return to unleash a disease last battled by the Knights Templar…the Black Death.

 

Where to Find Jace Anderson and Adam Gierasch
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS (Spirit of Christmas Series) by Debra Curwen

 

Welcome to the book blitz for REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra Curwen

Welcome to the book blitz for REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra CurwenSee below for information on the book and series, buy links, a couple of exclusive teaser quotes, and details on her giveaway.

REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra Curwen

REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS (Spirit of Christmas Series #3) by Debra Curwen

About the Book
Title: REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS
Series: Spirit of Christmas Series #3
Author: Debra Curwen
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing
Release Date: November 16, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Holiday Romance
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Synopsis
Andi has always loved Christmas. The magic, the surprises, and a precious music box she treasures inspired her to open her own Christmas workshop. Andi’s Antiques is now a thriving business, and she sees a long future ahead.

But she hadn’t counted on Mike who wields his charm like a weapon or his determination to buy out her business and replace her quaint, antique shop with its wonder of Christmas with a bar and gaming tables.

Andi isn’t selling no matter how convincing he may be. Sure, there’s something about the guy that’s magnetic, but it’ll take a lot more than a handsome face to make her give up on her dream. Unlocking her heart, though, may be a different story.

 

 

 

 

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REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra Curwen

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REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra Curwen

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Read the Rest of the Series

Book 1: MAKING CHRISTMAS MAGIC by Rachel Carrington
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Book 2: TAKE A RIGHT AT THE MISTLETOE by Barbara Brutt
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REMEMBER ME AT CHRISTMAS, the third book in the adult contemporary holiday romance series, Spirit of Christmas, by Debra Curwen

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Author Debra Curwen

Author Debra Curwen

About the Author
I am a multi-published author of various genres. I write children’s books under the pseudonym of Jaime McKoy and sensual romances under Tess Manning, although that name is being retired.

​The contemporary romances I write under Debra Curwen are sweet and wholesome, much like a Christmas movie you would see on television. My first one, Remember Me At Christmas is a novella, it will release in November 2020 from Vinspire Publishing.

I am also a photographer, a wife of forty-plus years, mother of two, and grandmother of four.

I am addicted to Dancing with the Stars, Days of Our Lives, my maltipoo, Jasper, and Halo ice cream (mint chocolate chip, please).

Where to find Debra Curwen
Goodreads | Website │ Twitter | Instagram 

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum) by Christina Bauer

 

Welcome to the Blog Tour for BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS, the fifth book in the young adult paranormal romance series, Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, by Christina Bauer

Welcome to the Blog Tour for BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS, the fifth book in the young adult paranormal romance series, Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, by Christina Bauer. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS, the fifth book in the young adult paranormal romance series, Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, by Christina Bauer

BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #5) by Christina Bauer

About the Book
Title:
BANDITS AND BALL GOWNS
Series: Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #5
Author: Christina Bauer
Publisher: Monster House Books
Release Date: November 10, 2020
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
One Prince Finds True Love … And Risks It All

Elle Cynder has fallen hard for Alec, the ‘prince’ of Le Charme Jewelers. Time for some happily in their ever after, right?

Not so much.

While the new couple shares joyful moments–and sizzling kisses–serious trouble is brewing. Elle’s evil stepmother, Marchesa, schemes with none other than Alec’s twisted father, Legend. Their plan? Destroy Elle and Alec, along with everything the young lovers hold dear, including Bry, Knox, and Wilhelm.

Another Royal Freezes His Heart … But For How Long?

As a prince of the dark fae, Jacoby focuses on one goal: avoid assassination. Marrying Elle would certainly aid in that cause, considering how she’s both a Cinderella life template and a powerful fae warden. Even better, Jacoby doesn’t truly love Elle. In court life, deep romantic attachments only mean certain death.

Then Jacoby notices Elle’s youngest stepsister, Agatha.

For the first time in his life, Jacoby’s cold heart warms with true affection. The elven prince struggles to ignore his feelings, but it might be a losing battle. And what would the prince’s newfound emotions mean for Elle and Alec? Could Jacoby really stand by and watch another’s true love be destroyed?

Buckle up for a wild ride as Cinderella’s time-honored story gets some all-new twists.

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Chapter 1
Agatha

Shuffle… shuffle… shuffle…

With slow steps, I trudge along the forest path. It takes all my focus, but I carefully arrange myself into the definition of one word.

Misery.

For me, acting gloomy is a key life skill. It allows me to hide in plain sight, all while limiting how much I interact with my family. On reflex, I think through my sad girl check list.

Weepy eyes? Got ‘em. I’m also working a single tear on my right cheek. That’s what you call an advanced mope skill.

Mourning veil? I wear this thing like a pro.

Slumped shoulders? I’ve spent years honing how to curl myself forward just the right way.

All the while, I push up my inner sense of gloom. That really helps to nail the overall look. Normally, feeling morose comes pretty easily to me.

Not today.

Why? For years, I’m dreamed of visiting one place. Now, I’m finally here.

The Faerie Lands. At last.

I can’t help but soak in the landscape. Stout trees tower nearby, their hefty trunks topped by leafy branches. Blades of grass look so bright, they could be shards of emeralds. A clear blue sky arches overhead. Three yellow suns beam down. Butterflies flit everywhere. Pure happiness bubbles through me. It’s tempting to grin my face off.

Keep frowning, Agatha. You know what happens when you lose the sad girl look.

Shifting my gaze, I see that reason right ahead of me: Ivy and Marchesa. If you asked Elle Cynder, she’d say Marchesa is my mother while Ivy’s my sister. Together, the three of us make up the evil stepfamily for a Cinderella life template.

But it’s all a lie.

Not sure how it goes for other evil stepsisters, but this template doesn’t work for me. I’m neither evil nor a stepsister.

As a matter of fact, I’m not even human.

I’m an elf. A changeling. Sadly, Marchesa’s second baby died shortly after birth. I was swapped in by parties unknown. Around age eight, a silver mark appeared on my hip that shows a moon and three stars. This became my first clue to my non-human state. Soon afterward, I spied my elf ears. They only appeared for a second. Even so, it was enough to get the general idea.

I don’t belong.

Ever since then, I’ve been trying to discover my true identity. No luck yet.

But perhaps soon, I’ll know everything.

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Fairy Tales of the Magicorum, the young adult paranormal romance series, by Christina Bauer is now on sale

The Fairy Tales of the Magicorum series includes WOLVES AND ROSES (Book 1), MOONLIGHT AND MIDTOWN (Novella 1.5) and SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS (Book 2, Fall 2018). Eight full novels are planned in total.

Book 1: WOLVES AND ROSES
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Book 2: MOONLIGHT AND MIDTOWN
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Book 3: SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS
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Book 4: SLIPPERS AND THIEVES
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Book 6: FAIRIES AND FROSTING
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Author Christina Bauer

Author Christina Bauer

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

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

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

Where to Find Christina Bauer
Goodreads | Website | BlogFacebook | Twitter | Instagram

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Release Day + Giveaway – SO WRONG IT’S WRIGHT (So Far, So Good Series) by Amelia Kingston

 

Today is release day for SO WRONG IT'S WRIGHT, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, So Far, So Good, by Amelia Kingston

Today is release day for SO WRONG IT’S WRIGHT, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, So Far, So Good, by Amelia Kingston. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SO WRONG IT'S WRIGHT, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, So Far, So Good, by Amelia Kingston

SO WRONG IT’S WRIGHT (So Far, So Good Series#3) by Amelia Kingston

About the Book
Title: SO WRONG, IT’S WRIGHT
Series: So Far, So Good Series #3
Author: Amelia Kingston
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 10, 2020
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Synopsis
An Infuriatingly Irresistible Love Story

Michelle Anders is done with love. Done with the involuntary heart palpitations and suffocating in breathless moments. Done crying over a man who doesn’t deserve her. She is determined to become a strong, independent woman, starting with focusing on what really matters. Herself.

The solitary week of relaxation she planned at a friend’s remote lake house turns unbearable when the man who broke her heart stumbles in on her. While she’s stark naked in the bathtub. With his pants around his ankles!

Drew Wright may be the NFL’s newest darling, but to Michelle the jock is nothing but a loud-mouthed, crass, country-boy brute. He doesn’t deserve a second of her time…but the things he can do to her body are irresistible.

When mother nature conspires to keep them locked up together, Michelle needs to figure out where lust ends and love begins.

 

 

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Excerpt
I throw the truck into Park, grab my duffel bag and run up to the porch. I’m a little surprised when I find the front door unlocked and a few lights on. Then again, knowing Austin’s girlfriend, she probably asked someone to come out here to prep the place, stock the fridge and shit. She’s sweet as hell and too damn good for Austin.

I charge into the house, shaking myself like a golden retriever in the massive entryway. I drop my bag and stomp off to find the nearest toilet. I stare down a long hallway that has about a million doors and grumble. Definitely going to piss my pants.

One of the doors about halfway down is cracked and a flickering light has me charging toward it like a moth to a flame. I nudge the door open with my foot. My pants are already unzipped and my dick is in my hand. It’s dimly lit, but definitely a bathroom. Jackpot.

I skim my hand over the wall but can’t find a light switch. I’m scanning the room looking for the toilet when a bloodcurdling scream makes me drop my dick and jump about three feet in the air—pretty impressive for a guy who’s six-foot-three. The acrobatics have my pants sliding off my ass. I shuffle around in the dim light, pants around my ankles, dick out and my bladder completely forgotten. My heart is pounding. My gaze snaps to the bathtub and the source of the feminine screams.

A petite woman bolts upright in the tub, sloshing water over the sides. The only light in the room is a fire to her side and it casts a warm glow over her body. Her very naked, very wet body. I can see every inch of her from the tip of her head to her cute belly button. A patch of bubbles slides down her shoulder, gliding across her sharp collarbone before sinking between her perky round tits. I’d love to trace the same path with my tongue. It’s only been a few heartbeats, but I’m frozen in time, devouring every inch of her glistening skin.

“Fuck me,” I stutter on a labored breath.

She wraps an arm around her chest and my gaze finally makes it up to her face. She’s not scared—she’s furious.

She points behind me and shouts, “Get the hell out of here, Andrew Wright!”

I shake my head at the sound of my own name. I’ve got to be dreaming. Maybe I flipped my truck back on that dirt road out in the rain and this is all some crazy coma-induced hallucination.

“Now!” she screeches while I stare at her soft, round face in wonder.

Pert upturned nose, flushed cheeks, full heart-shaped lips, deep brown eyes and long silky black hair that begs to be coiled in my fist. My brain kicks back into gear and anger takes the place of lust. Michelle Anders. My eyes narrow on her, my jaw tightens and I scowl.

I glance at the toilet next to her and take a step toward it.

“Don’t you dare,” she chides.

I lift the lid without a word.

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SO WRONG IT'S WRIGHT, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, So Far, So Good, by Amelia Kingston

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: SO, THAT GOT WEIRD
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Book 2: THIS IS SO HAPPENING
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Author Amelia Kingston

Author Amelia Kingston

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

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

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

Where to Find Amelia Kingston
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Book Blitz – Interview + Giveaway – IT’S RAINING MEN by Rich Amooi

 

Welcome to the book blitz for IT'S RAINING MEN, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, Rich Amooi

Welcome to the book blitz for IT’S RAINING MEN, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, Rich Amooi. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive interview, and details on his giveaway.

IT'S RAINING MEN, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, Rich Amooi

IT’S RAINING MEN by Rich Amooi

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: IT’S RAINING MEN
Author: Rich Amooi
Release Date: November 8, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis
On a dare, Faith Daniels tosses a coin into the infamous “Fountain of Love” and wishes for the perfect man, laughing it off as the dumbest thing she’s ever done. Like magic, her quiet life turns upside-down when men begin to appear out of nowhere. There’s a doctor, a lawyer, a firefighter, and a swimwear model, for starters. All of them are kind, generous, successful, and drop-dead gorgeous. All of them are interested in Faith. But who is Mr. Right?

A feel-good romance novel about love, friendship, and living life to the fullest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Interview
Do you have a guilty pleasure?

Dark chocolate almonds. Five to six each day after lunch.

Who was your first celebrity crush?
Farrah Fawcett. I had a poster of her up in my shag-carpeted fort in the rafters of the garage. I even got in a fight with my brother one day when I caught him making out with the poster. I tried to clean it with Windex and ended up erasing Farrah’s mouth.

First car?
Lime green 1970 Chevy Nova with polyester seats that stuck to my legs in the summer.

Is there an idea out there that you wish you’d thought of?
Absolutely. These two lines from the movie Airplane!
“Surely, you can’t be serious.”
“I am serious—and don’t call me Shirley.”

Biggest fear?
Living without my wife.

What inspires your book ideas?
This may sound crazy but some of my ideas start with just a title. The idea for my fourth novel came to me while in line at Starbucks. A woman reached over and smacked her husband on the arm and said, “Quit being so crotchety.” I smiled and thought Mr. Crotchety would make a great title for a book. Then I brainstormed the story and wrote it.

Caramel, kettle, cheese or regular popcorn?
Yes, please.

What’s on your pizza?
Pineapple and garlic.

Biggest pet peeve?
People who drive fast through residential neighborhoods.

Nickname as a kid?
Stitches. Let’s just say I was on a first name basis with the staff at the emergency department.

First author hero?
Dr. Seuss

Favorite ’80s artist?
Hall & Oates.

Favorite dessert?
Betty Crocker super moist yellow cake with chocolate frosting.

What did you want to be when you grew up?
A DJ on the radio. I ended up working at some of the top radio stations in Silicon Valley for over thirty-three years. Then my wife encouraged me to take a few creative writing classes at Stanford and here I am writing romantic comedies!

If you were a Disney princess, which one would you be?
Did you really just ask me that? Can’t you see how much testosterone I have? It’s just oozing out my pores. I should be offended! I really should be! But I’m not. The answer is Cinderella.

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IT'S RAINING MEN, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, Rich Amooi

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Author Rich Amooi

Author Rich Amooi

About the Author
Rich Amooi is a Taleflick Discovery Winner, Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Recipient, Holt Medallion Finalist, and the Amazon Bestselling author of 15 romantic comedies, including It’s Not PMS, It’s You, Dying to Meet You, There’s Something About a Cowboy, and Madam Love, Actually. Over 500,000 downloads from readers around the world.

A former radio personality and wedding DJ, Rich now writes romantic comedies full-time in San Diego, California, and is happily married to a kiss monster imported from Spain. Rich believes in public displays of affection, silliness, infinite possibilities, donuts, gratitude, laughter, and happily ever after.\

 

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Where to find Rich Amooi
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | BookBub

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – WYATT (Twilight Falls Series) by A.M. Salinger

 

Welcome to the book blitz for WYATT, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Twilight Falls, by A.M. Salinger

Welcome to the book blitz for WYATT, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Twilight Falls, by A.M. Salinger. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

WYATT, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Twilight Falls, by A.M. Salinger

WYATT (Twilight Falls Series #4) by A.M. Salinger

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Title: ONE DAY
Series: Nights #9
Author: A.M. Salinger
Release Date: December 28, 2018
Genre:
 Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Wyatt Batista has sworn off love. Can his new friend and business partner make him believe in happily ever after once more?

Having spent most of his adult life lusting after a man who could never be his, Wyatt Batista resolves to steer clear of love. That’s all fine and dandy, until he meets Nathan.

After an accident sends his carefully planned future off course, Nathan Hardy leaves Seattle in search of new horizons and adventures. When his path crosses that of Wyatt, he enters into a business partnership with a man he comes to admire and respect deeply.

But what starts out as friendship soon turns into something neither of them expected. Wyatt finds himself falling hard for someone who he believes could never return his love once more, while Nathan becomes aware of feelings he never imagined he would harbor toward another man.

Can Nathan convince Wyatt that he is serious about giving their relationship a try? Or will Wyatt run again, too fearful to trust and accept a man who wasn’t gay in the first place?

Join Wyatt and Nathan in this delightful fourth installment in Twilight Falls, the new series by the author of the bestselling, contemporary romance series Nights.

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WYATT, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Twilight Falls, by A.M. Salinger

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Excerpt #2
Eighteen Months Ago.

I’m never going to fall in love again.

Wyatt Batista twisted his champagne flute between his fingers and looked out over the beautiful gardens stretching out beyond the stone terrace. Gathered under a sumptuous rose pergola a short distance away, the bride and groom’s families were having their pictures taken with the happy couple.

Wyatt’s heart twisted with an age-old ache as he stared at the face of the man he had secretly been in love with for more years than he’d care to admit.

Brandon Taylor’s eyes shone with adoration as he gazed at his bride. It was obvious to everyone that the pair were completely besotted with each another.

Although Wyatt would have liked nothing more than to think badly of the woman who had won the heart of the man he desired, he couldn’t find a single negative thing to say about Claire. They’d only spoken briefly at the start of the reception, but he was good enough a judge of character to know she was perfect for Brandon.

He sighed, swirled his champagne around, and downed the drink in one go.

“Whoa there.” Izzy appeared beside him, a wine glass and a plate of canapés in hand. “I think you should slow down on the alcohol.”

“I haven’t had that much to drink,” Wyatt protested.

“That was your third champagne in the last hour,” his sister said acerbically. “You know how grouchy you get when you have a hangover.”

An uncommon wave of rebellion flared inside Wyatt.

“You’re not my keeper, Izzy.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Should you really be saying that to the woman who you begged to be your guest this weekend?”

Wyatt’s ire faded as rapidly as it had appeared. “No. And I’m sorry.” He stole a canapé from her plate and munched on it moodily.

Izzy followed his gaze to where the newlyweds and their families were laughing at something the photographer had said.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have come.”

“I couldn’t refuse his invitation.” Wyatt frowned faintly. “He’s been a good friend to me ever since college. And he helped me when I set up my business.”

Izzy pursed her lips. “But this is torture for you.” She sighed and dropped her head on his shoulder. “I don’t like to see you get hurt, Wyatt. You deserve to be happy.”

Wyatt lowered his cheek against his sister’s hair and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Thanks. But I kinda get the feeling love isn’t gonna feature in my future anytime soon.”

“You never know,” Izzy muttered.

They stood in companionable silence, laughter and music from the ballroom washing over them in gentle waves. The sun was starting to set and the fairy lights strung around the gardens had started to come on, adding to the magic of the venue Brandon and his new wife had chosen for their special day.

Even though Wyatt’s heart was breaking, he couldn’t have wished for a better setting for Brandon’s wedding. It had been a perfect weekend.

“What about you?” he said.

“What about me?” Izzy murmured.

“Is there anyone you’re interested in?”

“No.” A sad and oddly resigned tone underscored Izzy’s voice. “I’m not really over my first love either.”

Wyatt stiffened and stared at her. “What?”

Izzy rose on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek before dragging him toward the ballroom behind them, her expression telling him she was far from ready to talk about her confession.

“Come on, let’s show these folks how the Batistas dance.”

Wyatt groaned as he allowed himself to be escorted inside. “Badly. We dance badly, Izzy.”

Izzy laughed, the crystal clear sound drawing the gazes of several men.

Wyatt swallowed a wry smile at their expressions.

I don’t think she realizes the effect she’s having on these guys.

Even though she was his little sister, Wyatt was objective enough to know that Izzy was a stunning woman, both inside and out.

I wonder who she’s in love with.

They danced, ate, and danced some more before Wyatt cried off and headed for the hotel bar. He was still on edge about attending Brandon’s wedding and wanted something stronger than champagne to soothe his nerves tonight.

He was on his second whiskey when a man took the barstool next to him.

Wyatt glanced at the attractive blue-eyed blond. From his tuxedo, he was also a guest at the wedding. The guy ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

“Are you friend or family?” he said in a relaxed voice while he waited for his drink.

Wyatt looked at him, surprised.

The man was studying him with a faint smile.

Wyatt’s belly tightened when he registered the interest in his eyes.

“I’m a friend of the groom,” he said lightly. “And you?”

The man’s smile widened. “I’m a second cousin of the bride.” He offered Wyatt his hand. “I’m Fraser.”

Wyatt hesitated before shaking his hand. “Wyatt.”

They chatted lightly over their drinks. To Wyatt’s surprise, it wasn’t until Izzy tapped on his shoulder that he realized how late it had gotten.

“I’m pooped.” She dangled her shoes from her fingers and burped gently behind one hand. “And possibly a bit drunk. I’m going to bed.”

“Sure.” Wyatt straightened on his stool. “You need a hand to get to your room?”

“I’ll manage.” Izzy flashed a shrewd look at Fraser. “Besides, you look busy.”

“Don’t mind me,” Fraser murmured diplomatically.

Izzy chewed her lower lip before tugging Wyatt’s arm and rising on her tiptoes.

“You got condoms, right?” she whispered loudly in his ear.

Fraser made a strangled sound and turned away slightly, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Wyatt flushed. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Izzy furrowed her brow. “Safe sex is important, Wyatt.”

Wyatt rubbed a hand down his face. “Yes, I have condoms,” he groaned. “Now, go to bed before you embarrass me further.”

“Well, at least one of us is gonna get some tonight,” Izzy declared brazenly before turning and heading off toward the lobby.

To Wyatt’s surprise, she managed to do this in a straight line.

“It’s getting late.” Fraser laid a hand on Wyatt’s knee. “Want to take this upstairs?” He raised an eyebrow. “No strings attached?”

A bout of nervousness danced through Wyatt as he stared at the man opposite him. Though he’d had one-night stands before, it wasn’t something he’d made a habit of doing on a regular basis. He hesitated before dipping his chin.

“Let’s go to my room.”

To Wyatt’s surprise, sex with Fraser was hot and carnal. The man was an experienced bottom and knew how to pleasure his partner in bed. As they touched and kissed and fucked and blew each other to mind-blowing orgasms, Wyatt knew this was exactly what he’d needed tonight. The physical act of lovemaking without the emotional angst that came with it. Sexual gratification without ties. The pure and simple motion of melding his body with another man’s so as to fill the empty void inside him.

It was dawn by the time Wyatt collapsed on the bed, his cock pleasantly spent and Fraser’s harsh pants ringing in his ears where he lay beside him, his face and chest still flushed from his latest orgasm.

As Wyatt fell into the first deep sleep he’d had in ages, he knew that he would get over his broken heart one day. And he was determined never fall in love again.

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WYATT, the fourth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Twilight Falls, by A.M. Salinger

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Author A.M. Salinger

Author A.M. Salinger

About the Author
Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.

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Welcome to the book blitz for OUTFOXED, the first book in the adult paranormal romance/urban fantasy series, The Fox Witch, by USA Today bestselling author, R.J. Blain, releasing November 3, 2020

Welcome to the blog tour for OUTFOXED, the first book in the adult paranormal romance/urban fantasy series, The Fox Witch, by USA Today bestselling author, R.J. Blain. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

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OUTFOXED (The Fox Witch Series #1) by R.J. Blain

About the Book
Title:
OUTFOXED
Series: The Fox Witch Series #1
Author: R.J. Blain
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Release Date: November 3, 2020
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
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Synopsis
Death is a way of life outside of the safety of Inner Tulsa, and Jade means to keep flipping Mother Nature off until old age claims her. With one eye always on the sky, the last thing she needs is a pack of bounty hunters out for her living head. With no idea of why anyone would want her, her wits might keep her free, assuming she can resist the charming lures of Sandro, one of the men out to claim her as his own.

Left with the choice of being the evening snack of a tornado or taking shelter with the bounty hunter, she does what she does best: she lives on the edge.

Striking a bargain with the handsome bounty hunter buys her another day of life, but it also dumps her into the heart of a sinister plot, one meant to enslave the residents of the storm-tossed city—and the others brave and foolish enough to call the Alley home.

 

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Chapter One
Friday, May 1, 2043.
Tulsa, Oklahoma.
The Alley.

I’d been in the Alley long enough to understand only one thing mattered when faced with yet another twister: survival. The swarm of them headed for Tulsa roared, warning all of their impending arrival. The incessant crash of thunder accompanied the lightning, which struck with such frequency the dark clouds glowed white. I decided to stop counting after five funnels; one, five, ten—it didn’t matter how many of them snaked down from the sky. If one of them got a hold of me, I’d just be another corpse strewn over the Alley. A day didn’t go by when I didn’t cross a new skeleton in the outskirts.

Death was a way of life outside of the safety of Inner Tulsa.

Another twister joined the party, bringing a cascade of hail with it.

Great. Just great. What was one more? Hadn’t Mother Nature figured out she didn’t need to fling everything she had at Tulsa? A single tornado would’ve done the job just fine.

A few minutes too late to do me any good, the lightning-lit clouds turned a putrid shade of green, a promise that Mother Nature wasn’t screwing around this time. Green meant go, and if I’d had any sense in my head at all, I wouldn’t have left shelter at sunrise; I would’ve stayed in hiding until right before work. Everything would’ve been different if I’d just slept in rather than explore the ruins of Tulsa’s outskirts for salvage.

If I hadn’t been looking for salvage, I wouldn’t have been spotted by the tall, dark, and handsome hot on my heels and determined to ruin my day if he caught up with me.

The swarm would cause me enough problems, but if the bounty hunter caught me, I’d be in worse shape.

Some choices in life were tough, and I hated myself for even contemplating taking my chances with the bounty hunter. Losing my freedom for profit could be reversed.

Nothing could reverse death.

I flattened my ears, and I lashed my tail back and forth, the rain whipping off it. While I was part fox, I’d adopted more feline tendencies than canine ones. And according to the tail and ears I couldn’t banish with any amount of magic, I was definitely a cat trapped in a partly canine body.

I could shift into a full fox, a secret I held close to my chest. The instant anyone learned the truth, I’d go from a common annoyance to a desirable. Nobody cared about powerless hybrids.

Everybody wanted full shapeshifters in their bloodlines, and I had enough trouble without every wealthy single man on the planet wanting to claim me as his wife.

Since six twisters wasn’t enough, the churning clouds spawned two more, and with unerring accuracy, they surged towards the city in a wall of churning wind, rain, and hail.

Tornado season had come, and it looked like it was going to open with a bang.

I skidded around a corner of a destroyed home, a victim of a twister a few months back, before the sky had opted to give us a break for a change. Shacks had sprouted like persistent little weeds, but I expected none of them would survive the storm. I worried for their inhabitants, but if they had half a brain, they’d take shelter in a cellar.

If they didn’t, they’d add to the bodies littering the dying suburban streets.

While I had the advantage of knowledge, the bounty hunter had me beat everywhere else, and he snagged the back of my shirt, yanked hard enough to cut off my breath, and slammed me into the broken brick of the trashed house. “Are you insane?” he screamed over the wind. “You’re not supposed to run towards tornadoes, you little idiot!”

I blinked, checked where I’d been running, and sure enough, Mother Nature had truly tired of my shit, opting to dump another handful of twisters directly into my path. When the twisters converged, probably where we were standing, it’d puree the neighborhood and leave matchsticks in their wake.

Stuck between a rock, a hard place, and a bounty hunter, I had few options if I wanted to keep my head long enough to figure out if death beat being picked up by some fortune seeker. Fortunately, the sensible had left the area anticipating the weather to sour, leaving their storm cellars open for my use—our use, as I wouldn’t leave him behind despite wishing I could ditch him.

Sometimes, I really questioned why I tried to meet society’s standards of being a good person. Being a good person was a pain in the ass.

As Mother Nature was a bitch on a mission of destruction, the twisters barreled our way. I cursed myself, cursed the hunk of a bounty hunter making a mess of my morning, and cursed my choice of moving to the Alley in the first place. “There’s a cellar nearby.” I pointed down the street in the general direction of my favorite bolt hole, which I’d have to abandon once I shared it with the man out to profit from my head—my living head, at least.

The bounty hunters wanting my living head in their possession was looking to be the bright part of my morning.

“Go,” he ordered, giving me a shove to make it clear he was the boss.

Any other day, I would’ve fought him on principle, but the hail came down harder, hammering the broken streets as though determined to flatten the neighborhood without needing the help of a tornado to do it.

I ran for it, my worn shoes slipping on the ice-slicked road. Once again, the bounty hunter snatched my arm, holding me upright until I regained my balance.

Fortunately for us, the cellar wasn’t far. While I wanted to sprint for the opening, I shuffled along so I wouldn’t fall on my ass and need even more help from the man determined to make a profit off me.

Once upon a time, a wooden door had covered the entry into the storm cellar, but the last twister to pass through had torn it off. The sensible never checked it as an option, but I’d learned to leave no stone—or hole—unturned since moving into the Alley. I jumped into the hole, grunted as I splashed into the mud below, and waded through the standing water to the slight rise that led to the second door. I shoved that open, gesturing for the bounty hunter to hurry his hot ass up.

He joined me in the mud, looking less than impressed with my choice of cellars. “Aren’t storm cellars supposed to have doors?”

I pointed deeper into the cellar. “There are two more ahead.”

“I stand corrected. Lead on, Miss Tamrin.”

Yep, the bounty hunter knew exactly who I was, although I would’ve preferred if he’d addressed me as Jade. What sort of bounty hunter addressed their victim so formally, anyway? If I had to share a cellar with someone out for my head, living or otherwise, I was of the opinion we needed to be on a first-name basis. “Got a name, or am I going to have to give you one?”

“More leading, less talking,” he ordered. He cast a glance over his shoulder up at the entry for the cellar, which would be a bitch to escape from after we rode out the storm. “They’re coming.”

I could tell; the ground shook, the wind screamed, and the hail graduated to chunks of ice capable of slamming through someone’s skull with terrifying ease. I shouldered open the door, grimacing at the creaking wood. I gave it another storm or two before it gave up the ghost, too.

Fortunately for me, the slope on the other side made it hard for water to penetrate the cellar, and the third door was crafted of good steel. I scrambled up the incline, waiting long enough for the bounty hunter to follow me through. “Close it,” I ordered.

He did as told, and the tunnel fell into darkness. The wood did little to buffer us from the sounds of the storm tearing through the neighborhood above. I made my way to the crest of the incline by feel, patting until I located the top concrete step. “There’s a set of concrete steps at the top. If you’re not careful, you’ll crack your forehead in the ceiling and fall. It’s a long way down.”

I already regretted my decision to be a good person, as it would lose me access to the best storm cellar I’d found in Tulsa. I’d have to search for a new hiding place and hope it was half as secure and safe from the weather.

Then again, I had to get away from my new unwanted friend first, which would be a challenge considering we’d have to share space until the storm ended.

It could take minutes, hours, or days.

I’d only stashed enough food and water for one person for one week, so if it took days, we’d be in trouble.\The bounty hunter joined me, and I eased down the steps once certain he wouldn’t take a lethal tumble to the steel door below. At the bottom, I felt around for the hatch wheel, grabbed hold, and turned until the door popped open.

Light spilled into the staircase from the luminescent moss I’d cultivated on the walls, barely bright enough to guide my way to the crank-powered lamp. I sat on the concrete floor and went to work charging the device. It’d only last for a few hours before I’d have to charge it again, but it would give me a chance to set up my home away from home.

The bounty hunter entered, closed the steel door, and whistled at my shelter. “I definitely stand corrected. Your file didn’t mention you have a good cellar. You’re listed as a vagrant.”

I scowled. Unless rich, wealthy, or a hell of a lot braver than I was, everyone in the Alley counted as a vagrant. We went where the storms were least likely to strike, although there were few places left safe from the weather’s fury.

If I’d been thinking, I would’ve taken him an extra block down the road to a shallower cellar, although I had no idea if it would survive through an entire swarm of twisters. Sighing, I kept cranking on the lamp. “Who isn’t a vagrant here?” I finally asked, aware of him waiting for an answer.

“Those who live in Asylum.”

Asylum. The rich, the famous, and the powerful received invitations from its lord and master, Benedict Mansfield. He’d bought the land rights beneath Tulsa’s city center, digging deep and converting the sandstone and the underlying limestone into habitable space. I’d given up figuring out how people could live underground long ago. They did, and everyone with a grain of sense and a desire to survive wanted to live in Asylum.

Hell would freeze over before average folks like me were welcomed down there.

I figured Mansfield had the right idea—as long as I ignored how many people would die without access to the underground sanctuary. But when I thought about it, I loathed the man for choosing who got to live and who got to die.

One day, I, along with everyone else uninvited to Asylum, would die to the swarms that grew in number and intensity each passing year.

“They can kiss my ass,” I announced, flipping the switch to turn on the lamp and properly illuminate the cellar. A mess of storage boxes and plastic water bottles littered the floor, and I regretted showing him my disorganized tendencies. “So, are you going to give me your name, or am I going to have to give you one?”

“I’m tempted to find out what sort of name a smart-assed woman like you would give me,” he replied. The lamp offered enough light for me to get a good look at his face.

His mouth curved into a grin.

It’d been so long since I’d gotten any action that a hot ass bounty hunter out for my head was giving me bad ideas. Damn it. I should’ve taken my chances with the swarm. At least I would’ve emerged from the storm either dead or with my sanity intact. There was nothing sane about what I desired to do with the man who wanted to turn me in for some quick cash. It involved a complete removal of our clothes and a good time.

Neither the clothing removal or the good time were on the agenda. Unfortunately for me, the cellar, for all it was deep and safe from even the angriest of twisters, didn’t come with a cold shower.

I really needed a cold shower and a stiff drink.

I blamed my unreasonable interest in the man on adrenaline, the aftermath of pure terror, and his sun-kissed skin, too dark to be American Caucasian but light enough I pegged him as an Italian, Greek, or some other flavor of Mediterranean European. “I’ll just call you Idiot for testing your luck with a swarm on the way, Idiot.”

“Sandro is preferable to Idiot, but I’ll give you that. It’s pretty idiotic to be outside during a swarm. Should I call you Queen Idiot? I wouldn’t have been out at all if you didn’t insist on taking morning strolls through the hot zone. Did you not pay attention to the forecast?”

His question pegged him as someone from Inner Tulsa or Asylum; nowhere else still had electricity enough to watch tv, use the internet, or otherwise pay attention to the forecast. I hadn’t touched a computer since I’d left the East and run to the Alley to avoid an arranged marriage. Had I known the Alley was just as bad as the rumors claimed, I might’ve thought twice about whatever asshole my parents wanted me to marry to meet their standards rather than mine.

With my luck, Sandro had been paid off by my parental assholes to drag me back to Buffalo, New York to do their bidding through marrying some twerp with better genes than personality.

“You think someone like me is welcome in Inner Tulsa?” I laughed at him, hung the lamp from the chain dangling from the ceiling, and went to work checking over the supplies. Everything was as I’d left it a few weeks prior when I’d prepared for the start of the tornado season.

The steel door and thick concrete walls dulled the storm’s fury to an unsettling rumble. Within an hour, if the swarm persisted, I’d feel the sound in my teeth and be headed straight for madness.

If it continued on for longer than that, I’d be tempted to smack my skull into the wall to make the sounds filtering down from above go away.

“Your work history is good and you’re reliable. You could find work in Inner Tulsa easily.” He looked me over, raising a brow. “All you’d have to do to be hired at a strip club is show up.”

“I’ll tell you what. You keep your bounty to yourself until the storm clears, and I won’t bust your balls for implying I’d make a good stripper.”

“I’m not implying. I’m telling you. You’d make one hell of a good stripper. A natural auburn vixen with a good complexion doesn’t come around every day. Hell, now that I’ve gotten my first real look at you, it’s no wonder you’re worth so much. You’re enough to tempt a man to forgo the cash to keep you.”

Had we been in the South, we’d both be at risk of spontaneous combustion. Then again, I wasn’t an elementalist.

I’d be a lot better off if I could convince metal to bend to my will. In a city in constant need of repair, everyone wanted a metal elementalist.

Then again, I didn’t want anyone knowing just what I could do, especially the hot ass bounty hunter ready to take me into his custody.

If he found out I was a witch on top of being a fully fledged shapeshifter, he’d be drooling all over me like I was a fresh bone up for grabs. I’d also crank his profits through the roof, as being a fully fledged shapeshifter would easily triple my bounty value, whatever it was. Being a witch on top of that?

I’d make him rich in a hurry.

“How about we just keep our hands to ourselves,” I suggested, doing my best to scowl without admiring the man’s lean, muscular body through his rain-soaked clothes. Any other day, I would’ve suggested he wear a coat to keep from getting cold when the storms kicked Tulsa in the face, but his shirt, when wet, did him a lot of justice.

“I’ll do you one better. Let’s call a truce. Once the storm blows over and it doesn’t look like another swarm will hit, I’ll give you a five minute head start. You escape me, you win this round. If I catch you today, you’ll come along quietly. I’d rather not have to hurt you to catch you.”

I could work with a five minute head start. I’d disappear so fast his head would spin, and he’d go home frustrated, alone, and without his quick profits. “Deal.”

The rumble escalated, and the lamp swayed on its chain, a warning one of the twisters passed directly overhead. Sandro frowned, his gaze locking on the light. “I wonder how much damage that swarm’s doing.”

People from all over the United States came to the Alley, and I’d joined everyone else in no longer caring where someone came from. He had an accent compared to the locals, but I couldn’t tell if he was deliberately hiding where he came from or if he always sounded like he could have lived anywhere in the world and magically fit in.

His question, however, told me a simple truth: Sandro hadn’t been in the Alley long. Those who’d survived through their first tornado season no longer cared about the damage ratings of a twister or a swarm.
It didn’t matter.

No matter how bad it got, like a weed in the cracks of a sidewalk, Tulsa endured.

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Friday, May 1, 2043.
Tulsa, Oklahoma.
The Alley.

The twisters danced around Tulsa for over an hour before Mother Nature decided she’d toyed with us enough and moved on. As always, I’d wait at least thirty minutes, keeping an eye on my watch to make sure I didn’t emerge early, before I left the safety of the shelter. Mother Nature was a tricky bitch, and she liked adding lulls to her storms to lure out the unwitting.

She killed a lot of people that way, and I had no intentions of becoming the next victim in her little black book of corpses.

I spent the time checking the storage boxes and doing an inventory so I wouldn’t indulge in staring at the bounty hunter’s hot ass. He liked to pace, and every time something crashed overhead and made the cellar shake, his hand either went for the hilt of the sword hanging at his hip or reached for something over his shoulder. The shoulder habit baffled me.

What kind of weapon did he use that he strapped it to his back?

I wanted to know.

I blamed my second nature for my unhealthy interest in the man. Like cats, foxes were curious beasts, and I shifted often enough my animalistic nature brushed off at times. Winter was the worst; natural foxes had aggressive breeding instincts, and I’d learned early I needed to avoid shifting during peak mating season, as men became far too interesting for my sanity.

Some fox shifters went mad during the winter unless married—and married fox shifters were happy, insatiable fox shifters during the coldest months of the year.

“You’re well stocked for a vagrant.”

I flattened my ears. “Well, no thanks to you, I’ll have to ditch this cellar.”

“I’ll cut you another deal, then. I’ll stay hushed about your cellar, but if we happen to be in these parts during another blow, you share. If you’re in here, you won’t be a fair target, and I’ll always give you five minutes after the storm ends. That fair?”

My brows rose. “What sort of bounty hunter are you?”

“An ethical one.”

I pinched myself. It hurt. I dug out the temperature monitor from one of the crates, which also had a carbon dioxide monitor. After checking the battery, I turned it on. According to the device, the carbon dioxide levels were higher than I liked, an indication the ventilation tubes above had gotten blocked off. I could fix it, given time and the snake drill I’d scored as salvage last storm season.

Eliminating a dream or hallucination, I turned off the detector, put it away, and considered the bounty hunter. “Since when have there been ethical bounty hunters?”

“Since I decided to become a bounty hunter.”

Why did hot men always have overly robust egos? I’d have my chance to pop his bubble soon enough. I just had to play along until it was time for me to make my break. “All right. This is neutral ground, and I get a head start. Five minutes. And you can count those minutes with a watch.”

“Don’t trust me to count?” he asked, his tone amused.

“Only if you count Mississippis and confirm the five minutes with a watch. That’s a lot of Mississippis you’d have to count.”

“What is the going rate for a Mississippi nowadays?

“Approximately a second each, if you say it right and don’t cheat.” I’d checked against a stopwatch once, startled to discover the method was fairly close to an actual second. “That would be three hundred Mississippis you’d have to go through. You’ll probably go mad trying to count them after a hundred.”

“That would help your cause a little, if I were to go mad counting to three hundred. Fortunately for you, I can count that high, and I’m a patient man. Usually. I’ll enjoy catching you. It’s so rare bounty hunting work is fun. You’re worth a pretty penny.”

“If you’re trying to convince me you’ll keep your word about the five minutes, you’re not doing a good job of it.”

“Run, and I’ll prove it to you.”

I listened again to make certain the storm wasn’t gearing up to take another swipe at Tulsa. When it seemed quiet, I nodded. “Close the door behind you.”

“Always. While a bounty hunter, I am a gentleman.”

With his ego, which might be bigger than the Mississippi during the spring thaw, I believed he thought he was a gentleman. “And why is a gentleman working as a bounty hunter?”

Sandro looked me over. “To test my ethics, apparently. I’ll have to decide if I keep you after I catch you.”

“I’m not up for sale.”

“Your bounty says otherwise, and vixens are always in high demand. Tell yourself otherwise if it makes you feel better about the situation, but I give it a week before you go to the highest bidder—two weeks at most. That could work out. I could claim your bounty but spend that windfall to buy you. You might just be worth your price tag. For some reason, I expect you’ll give me the slip a time or two before I get you to where I can claim your bounty. Keep on your toes, Miss Tamrin. You’re as good as bought and sold as it is, and if you’re smart, you’ll figure out you’re safer with me than the others after you.”
I liked to think of myself as smart, and I had contacts in high places; it would take a trip into Asylum, but I’d get down to the bottom of the bounty on me. While I was at it, I’d ask around and figure out exactly when the United States had gone back to its roots and traded in human lives. I figured my ears and tail played a part.

What didn’t look quite human no longer counted as human. What no longer counted as human could be bought and sold without remorse. Worse, the numbers of those who no longer counted as human grew a little each day. I gave it a few years before most women, outside of the wealthy and influential, joined the club of those up for sale.

Some days, I really questioned why I didn’t just shift into a fox and stay that way. Foxes led simple lives.

They also lived short lives.

That likely had something to do with my unwillingness to live as an animal exclusively.

Shaking my head, I restored everything in the shelter and headed for the door, pointing at the light. “Turn that off and set it near the hatch before you leave. Turn the wheel one full revolution to close it; you’ll feel it click.”

“Understood. I’ll see you very soon.”

According to his amused tone, he expected to catch me right away.

He had a lot to learn about me, and I’d enjoy taunting him the next time we crossed paths. I scrambled out of the shelter and up the concrete steps, grimacing when I reached the top and discovered the second level had completely flooded. If I wanted to use the cellar again, I’d have to salvage a pump and drain the entire damned thing.

Life needed to give me a break—and not the type that resulted in a cast and a long recovery time.

The water level made climbing out of the cellar entrance interesting, but I managed after digging a few hand and foot holds for myself. It cost me valuable time, but I didn’t need a lot of time once I got on the move. I sprinted a block away, climbed onto some of the new rubble, most of it from the shacks the twisters had tossed around during their temper tantrum. The rain fell in sheets, which would do a good job of hiding my tracks.

As always, shifting hurt, especially when I didn’t have time to ease into my new form.

My fur grew in first, stabbing through my skin. I bled, another unfortunate reality of being a full shifter; someone who changed forms too often could bleed out. I guessed I could shift six times in a day before I faced certain death, but I tried to avoid shifting more than three times.

I liked living too much to risk it.

My clothes and everything I carried shifted with me, a phenomena I didn’t understand but refused to question. Most left their clothes torn and bloodied on the ground around them. Once I made distance, I’d stop, shift again, and focus on compressing my body; when in a hurry, the laws of equivalent exchange applied, and a fox weighing in at well over a hundred pounds drew attention.

If anyone spotted me, they’d remember me, a mastiff-sized fox.

With luck, no one would notice me, and I’d find a safe place to finish shifting properly. Unwilling to find out if Sandro counted all of his Mississippis, I kept one eye on the sky and headed towards Inner Tulsa, one of the few places in the area the storms usually bypassed. The rise in elevation likely had something to do with that. When Benedict Mansfield had begun construction of Asylum, he’d picked the highest ground as the heart of his underground city. Each year, the storms drew closer, but I figured Inner Tulsa had a few years of life left in it before Mother Nature wiped it off the map, too.

In addition to more wreckage strewn over the streets, I found four fresh bodies in the time it took me to reach the trashed neighborhood skirting Inner Tulsa, where debris often rained down but tornadoes rarely ventured.

Chunks of wood littered the streets along with hail, so thick it resembled snow.

For a rare change, no one had been lobbed into Inner Tulsa as a gruesome reminder Mother Nature didn’t give a shit about humanity. The lack of curious spectators eyeballing the passing storm worried me—and warned me the storm was likely revving up for another show.

Someone needed to set Mother Nature straight and tell her to give the Alley a break already.

Deep in the heart of Inner Tulsa, a tornado siren wailed, and I halted long enough to listen while regarding the dark sky warily. I supposed the swarm had moved north to visit another neighborhood—one closer to the city’s heart, which people still cared about.

While the clouds remained an ominous green and the wind howled, I couldn’t spot a single funnel reaching for the ground.

Shaking my head, I went in search of one of the elusive sewer covers that hid something other than the city’s sanitation system: an illegal entrance into Asylum, one of the few safe places left in the Alley.

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Author by R.J. Blain

About the Author
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.

In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET (A Somerville Downs Sweet Romance) by Birdie Song

 

Welcome to the book blitz for THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Somerville Downs Sweet Romance series, by Birdie Song

Welcome to the book blitz for THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Somerville Downs Sweet Romance series, by Birdie Song. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Somerville Downs Sweet Romance series, by Birdie Song

THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET (A Somerville Downs Sweet Romance) by Birdie Song

About the Book
Title: THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET
Series: Somerville Downs Sweet Romances
Author: Birdie Song
Release Date: November 2, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
A sweet romance with a touch of family drama.

Holly Chee does not have her life together. She’s flip-flopped on uni courses and career choices, and somehow scared off her long-term fiancée-to-be, much to the chagrin of her immigrant parents.

But she does have her channel, where she livestreams her art from her one-bedroom Mount Lawley apartment. And she has that guy from France… assuming he’s even who he says he is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Somerville Downs Sweet Romance series, by Birdie Song

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Excerpt #2
Afterwards, when Jed asks to see my phone, I know exactly what she’s looking for. I mangle my quiche while pulling up the latest photo from Florian saved in my gallery.

I’ve looked at that photo at least seventy-four times since he sent it, and it still makes my heart flutter. His steely eyes, soft features, light brown skin and a splash of freckles across his nose—my boyfriend is crush material.

His hair’s shorter than usual in this photo. It’s a recent change, one of many he says he’s ready to make. A fresh look and a fresh start away from Paris is only the beginning. Jedda gives a long hum of approval.

“My girl, he is a looker. Is he mixed?”

“Both his parents are. On his dad’s side, his granddad is Scottish, and his grandma’s from Mali. His mum’s dad’s from South America, and her mum is from the same place in China as my mum’s family. Not that it’d make much difference to my folks.”

“Oh yeah? Are they a bit…” She gesticulates with a grimace. “You know?”

“Maybe. I don’t know; we’ve never really talked about it. But they loved Nick so much and kept going on about how he’s such a good Chinese boy. I think they’d definitely have a problem with me bringing home anyone who wasn’t exactly like him—looks and all.”

We’re interrupted by a ruckus starting in the middle of the dance floor.

“Great. There’s a nope.” Jed hands back my phone. “Sounds like it’s all kicking off over there.”

“What do you mean? They’re just dancing.”

“No, not there. Over there.”

She points my chin at the other end of the room. Not far from the Christmas tree, a small group of new call centre recruits are reluctantly entertaining a familiar, unwelcome face. Their polite smiles, nervous sipping and uncomfortable glances around the room say plenty.

I feel sick.

“You coming, Hol? Actually…” She puts a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I got this.”

My heart pounds as I watch Jeds walk their way. My stomach does a huge flip. I try telling myself it’s the champagne and canapés, but I know deep down it’s not.

Once she disappears into the crowd, I slip my shoes back on and get out of there as fast as I can.

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THE GUY FROM THE INTERNET, a stand-alone adult contemporary romance in the Somerville Downs Sweet Romance series, by Birdie Song

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Author Birdie Song

Author Birdie Song

About the Author
I write sweet stories about people falling in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Release Day – HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE (Seasons of Change Series) by Jennie Goutet

 

Today is release day for HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE, the seventh book in the adult historical regency romance series, Seasons of Change, by Jennie Goutet

Today is release day for HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE, the seventh book in the adult historical regency romance series, Seasons of Change, by Jennie Goutet. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE, the seventh book in the adult historical regency romance series, Seasons of Change, by Jennie Goutet

HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE (Seasons of Change Series #7) by Jennie Goutet

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Title:
HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE
Series: Seasons of Change Series #7
Author:
Jennie Goutet
Release Date: October 28, 2020
Genre: Adult Historical Regency Romance
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Synopsis
Theirs is not a love match. She’ll make sure of it.

Kitty Stokes never imagined she’d be so weak as to sacrifice herself on the altar of family obligations, but when the only alternative to marriage with Lord Hayworth is to play nursemaid to her brother’s children, Kitty reluctantly agrees. On her wedding day, she’s certain she has made a grave error, but it’s too late to back out.

Phineas Hayworth refrained from setting eyes on his new bride before their wedding day—the price he forced himself to pay for being so mercenary as to wed the sister of a wealthy merchant in a bid to save his estate from ruins. Her beauty, therefore, comes as a shock, as does her icy treatment, which he feels he deserves. He swears an oath he will not approach her for an heir unless the invitation comes from her.

As Phineas sets out to put his estate in order and present his new wife to Society, he finds her more enchanting than he could have hoped for, even in a love match. Kitty continues to hold him at arm’s length, although he suspects her feelings for him run just as deep. As Phineas’s love and desire for his wife grows, the oath he swore her begins to suffocate. It soon becomes clear that while he’d once been prepared to settle for a loveless marriage, he will not abide an unrequited love.

His Disinclined Bride is a sweet/clean regency romance stand-alone novel, book seven in the Seasons of Change series. ♥

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Phineas saw his soon-to-be wife for the first time when Stokes stepped to the side, and one look was enough to strike him straight through the gut. He swallowed convulsively as if that could clear the heartbeat he could suddenly hear in his ears. His palms started to sweat in his gloves as his eyes followed her to the pew. She had looked regal enough when she walked in, shrouded in a brown cloak—her coloring harmonious with the wood pews and pulpit of the vast church, and her hair catching the light that shone through the stained glass windows and left pretty-colored patterns on the stone floor. But when she removed her cloak and faced him arrayed in an ivory and green dress, her skin radiant, her brown eyes warm, and her hair a mix of red and gold, Phineas’s breath left him. He had expected to make do with whatever wife this agreement brought him. He had not expected to contract an alliance with a woman who would be the envy of every man in the ton. She was incomparable. Miss Stokes met his gaze, her look shrouding any feelings, and her eyes flitted away. She did not smile.

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HIS DISINCLINED BRIDE, the seventh book in the adult historical regency romance series, Seasons of Change, by Jennie Goutet

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Author Jennie Goutet

Author Jennie Goutet

About the Author
Jennie Goutet is an American-born Anglophile, who lives with her French husband and their three children in a small town outside Paris. Her imagination resides in Regency England, where her historical romances are set. Jennie is also author of the award-winning memoir, Stars Upside Down, and the modern romances, A Sweetheart in Paris and A Noble Affair. A Christian, a cook, and an inveterate klutz, Jennie writes about faith, food, and lifeeven the clumsy momentson her blog, aladyinfrance.com. You can learn more about Jennie and her books on her author website, jenniegoutet.com.

 

 

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