Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL (Flynn Nightsider) by Mary Fan

FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL, the fist book in the young adult fantasy romance series, Flynn Nightsider, by Mary Fan. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL (Flynn Nightsider #1) by Mary Fan

FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL (Flynn Nightsider #1) by Mary Fan

About the Book
Title:
FLYNN NIGHTSIDER AND THE EDGE OF EVIL
Series: Flynn Nightsider #1
Author: Mary Fan
Publisher: Crazy 8 Press
Release Date: May 15, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
Break the enchantments. Find the truth. Ignite the revolution.

A century ago, the Enchanters defeated the evil Lord of the Underworld, but not before he’d unleashed his monsters and ravaged the earth. The Enchanters built the Triumvirate out of what remained of the United States, demanding absolute obedience in exchange for protection from the lingering supernatural beasts.

Sixteen-year-old Flynn Nightsider, doomed to second-class life for being born without magic, knows the history as well as anyone. Fed up with the Triumvirate’s lies and secrecy, he longs for change. And when he stumbles across a clue that hints at something more – secrets in the dark, the undead, and buried histories – he takes matters into his own hands.

Before long, Flynn finds himself hunted not only by the government, but also by nightmarish monsters and a mysterious man with supernatural powers … all seeking him for reasons he cannot understand. Rescued by underground rebels, he’s soon swept up in their vision of a better world, guided by a girl as ferocious as the monsters she fights. But as the nation teeters on the brink of revolution, Flynn realizes three things.

The rebellion is not what it seems.

Flynn himself might be more than he seems.

And the fate of the world now rests in his hands..

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Excerpt
Flynn looked up in time to see one of the library’s floating lanterns crash down. Shocked, he jumped out of the way. It smashed onto the table in front of him, spilling shards across the marble surface. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as more lights fell, until shadows swallowed the library. “What the hell?”

A hideous, otherworldly cackle echoed through the dark library, reverberating against the bookshelves. Flynn swallowed hard. It had to be another specter. Only specters had those creepy, unearthly voices. Worse, it seemed to have undone the magic keeping the lanterns suspended. But was it an escaped classroom spirit this time? Or another anarchist attack?

Either way, he had to get out before the specter found him. He glanced at Brax, who was vaguely visible in the pale moonlight shining through the window. Before he could say anything, the table flew up from the ground. It crashed through the window, but the shards remained suspended in the air. Flynn stared, cold sweat breaking out on his brow. The glass’s knife-sharp points floated toward him and hovered dangerously close to his face.

Now he was certain this wasn’t one of the mild-mannered specters Williams usually summoned for demos. This was a full-blown malevolent spirit, the kind that fed on terror, craved human screams, and delighted in the warmth of fresh blood. This meant that either the anarchists were attacking again, or the specter—like the wraiths from the previous night—had grown more powerful than the perimeter.

Whatever the case, he was done for. The specter would send those shards tearing through his body, and that hideous cackle would be the last thing he’d hear before falling into the Netherworld. Flynn clenched his jaw, doing his best to shove down his fear. Fear only made specters stronger, and he wasn’t about to give it one more advantage. There had to be a way out of this. He wished he could run, but the specter was near, invisible but watching, and a single movement could cause it to strike.

The shards vibrated as they drew back like a hundred glass arrows poised to fly from taut strings. Flynn stared back at them, and a powerful sense of defiance outshone his fear. Come get me, then.

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book #0.1: THE FIREDRAGON
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Book #0.2: FIREDRAGON RISING
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Author Mary Fan

Author Mary Fan

About the Author
Mary Fan lives in New Jersey, where she is currently working in financial marketing. She has also resided in North Carolina, Hong Kong, and Beijing, China. She has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember and especially enjoys the infinite possibilities and out-of-this-world experiences of science fiction and fantasy.

Mary has a B.A. in Music, specializing in composition, from Princeton University and enjoys writing songs as much as writing stories. She also enjoys kickboxing, opera singing, and exploring new things–she’ll try almost anything once.

 

 

Where to Find Mary Fan
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum) by Christina Bauer

SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS Blog Tour

Welcome to the Blog Tour for SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS, the second 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.

SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #2) by Christina Bauer

SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #2) by Christina Bauer

About the Book
Title:
SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS
Series: Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #2
Author: Christina Bauer
Publisher: Monster House Books
Release Date: October 31, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
“A fun romp for Twilight Fans” – School Library Journal 

After being raised by the meanest fairies in the history of ever, Bryar Rose is now free to live her own life. For the first time, she’s attending West Lake Prep, a regular high school. Well, mostly regular. Some students are actually hidden members of the Magicorum. In other words, they’re really wizards, fairies, or shifters. Bry doesn’t mind, though. She’s thrilled to enjoy all the new experiences of being around normal kids her age, from locker pranks to lunchtime mystery meat. Everything is going along great, except for one thing.

Bry’s dreams about the pyramids of Egypt have gotten darker and more sinister. Every night, she sees her new man Knox and her best friend Elle in danger.

“Exciting and well-conceived” – Kirkus

With no other choice, Bry plans to leave school to explore the pyramids on her own. But her new man Knox discovers the scheme and is having none of it. He wants to stay by her side, no matter what. It’s a good thing too, because Bry must solve the mystery of her attraction to the pyramids and soon. Otherwise, it could cost the lives of those she loves most.

And that means not only Knox, but also her best friend Elle.

“Must-read YA paranormal romance!” – USA Today

Perfect for readers who love young adult books, contemporary fantasy, fairy tales, satire/comedy, paranormal romance, fairies, magic users, shapeshifters, and coming of age stories.

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Chapter 1
In my dream, I stand in a snug room that seems carved out from layers of shale.  A child’s bed sits in one corner, a small sandbox in the other. The walls are decorated with a child’s drawings. The tops of the paper have crammed between the stones to stay put. Someone didn’t want to throw a single thing away. The thought makes me smile.

There’s something safe and comforting about this place.

I’ve been here before, I know it.

White mist rolls across the floor covering me up to my knees. Looking down, I notice that I’m wearing a gray hooded cloak, which is strange. I went to sleep wearing boy shorts and a t-shirt, like always.

What a strange dream.

All of a sudden, a child’s laughter echoes behind me. Turning about, I try to see who’s here, but I only see the flash of a small body racing around.

A girl. Perhaps six years old.

I cup my hand by my mouth. “Who’s there?”

“You.” She giggles. “Me. We’re the same thing, silly.”

My breath catches. This has never happened before.

I’m dreaming, but not about ancient Egypt. This is about me as a child.

Shock and excitement zing through my nervous system. This is huge. I don’t remember anything from when I was under six years old. All my memories are of my aunties, and I came to live with them at age six. I steel my shoulders and ask another question.

“Are you saying that you’re a version of me at six years old?”

“Yes, and we’re in a dream.” She’s so young that last word sounds more like dweam.

I spin around, searching for her in the mist. “Where are you?”

“Come and find me!”

I stumble about, searching for the child version of me. Small glimpses of her appear in the haze, and I chase after them with gusto. Still, I can’t get a clear view. And no matter which direction I run, the tiny room seems to stretch on and on.

Stupid dreams.

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Fairy Tales of the Magicorum Series

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 1.5: MOONLIGHT AND MIDTOWN
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Book 2: SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS – Available for Preorder
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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
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – CRUSHING ON THE COP (Blue Collar Brothers) by Piper Rayne

CRUSHING ON THE COP Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for CRUSHING ON THE COP, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Blue Collar Brothers, by USA Today bestselling authors, Piper Rayne. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

CRUSHING ON THE COP (Blue Collar Brothers #2) by Piper Rayne

CRUSHING ON THE COP (Blue Collar Brothers #2) by Piper Rayne

About Book 2
Title: CRUSHING ON THE COP
Series: Blue Collar Brothers #2
Author: Piper Rayne
Release Date: October 25, 2018
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Cristian Bianco has two things against him—he’s a police officer and he’s a police officer in the 18th District…meaning my dad is his boss.

Growing up as the Commander’s daughter and having his magnifying glass focused on everything I did was more than I could handle.

Now, I’m out on my own, living by my own rules. Well, mostly. The ‘job’ I created for myself has me in some hot water and my exit strategy isn’t exactly working out how I’d hoped.

Which is why when my best friend bids on Cristian for me at a charity bachelor auction, I’m not having it. A man in blue is only going to be one thing for me—a problem.

Except after his brother starts dating my best friend he becomes harder to ignore. The eight-pack abs. The sense of style only a girl like me can appreciate. The way he puts his family first. It all adds up to make him one irresistible prospect and has me wondering if he knows how to use those handcuffs the right way—by locking my wrists to his headboard.

 

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Excerpt
“Not on duty tonight, officer?” I insert sarcasm into my tone because being a bitch will make it easier for him to keep his distance.

“Well, Miss Flanagan, I’m off for two days if you’re wondering.”

I step away from the keg allowing the lingering guys who are talking about hockey a chance to fill their cups.

“That leaves me open for that date.” He cocks an eyebrow.

My head falls back in defeat. “There is no date. You have a pass. Most guys would love the chance to get out of a date with the person who wins them at an auction.”

He sips his beer. “I’m not most guys.”

I sip my beer and don’t respond. He’s right. He’s not most guys. Most guys don’t look like he does. That or I’ve been hanging around the wrong places.

“Some might say that most women would love to go on a date with a police officer.”

“I’m not most women.”

He laughs. One that heats my insides and makes him even more attractive. I know I’m going to be visualizing him the next time I pull out my Unicorn Cock vibrator, but I’ll deal like I always do.

“I agree,” he says when he finishes laughing.

“Perfect. Then it’s a deal. No date.” I smile and turn on my heel heading toward the bonfire.

“Whoa.” His hand gently grabs my arm.

I spin back around.

“You know that’s not what I was saying. Come on, Vanessa. I need your dad off my back. One date. It’s not going to kill anyone.”

I purse my lips, trying to figure out how I’m going to get him to let this topic go. I’ve had one police officer dictating my entire life already, I don’t need another.

“Just lie,” I say with a shrug.

His strong shoulders sag a bit and he shoots me a look like ‘give me a break.’ His eyes are those of an innocent man who probably always does the right thing. I’m doing him a favor keeping him at arm’s length.

“Fine,” I say when the silence stretches out.

He smiles.

I hold a finger up into the air. “You do one thing tonight that you’d never normally do and I’ll go out with you.” I smirk. Let’s see Mr. Squeaky Clean take me up on that offer. I’m picturing my victory already.

“What?” He screws his face up then sips his beer.

I cross my arms around my middle, waiting for him to say no way so that I can move on. “You heard me. One spontaneous thing. Here. Tonight.”

“Like what?” he asks, his eyes scanning the area around us that I now realize is quickly emptying out. Half these people probably have babysitters to get home to.

I shrug. “That’s for you to decide.”

His forehead bunches. “What do you want me to do? Jump over the fire or some shit like that?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t end up in the emergency room, so no, I don’t expect you to jump over a roaring fire. That would ruin Maddie and Mauro’s night.”

A pissed off look crosses his face and he downs most of his beer.

“That’s it, let’s go, Cris. It’s two against two and I need a guy.” Luca, Cristian’s little brother, twirls a soccer ball on his finger as he steps up to us. Lauren follows behind with a girl I don’t recognize.

“What?” Cristian glares over at his brother. “I’m not playing soccer tonight in the pitch dark.”

He has a point.

“Come on Cris. Lauren says she can score five goals on me.” Luca glances over to Lauren who has a shit-eating grin on her face, and he rolls his eyes.

Cristian blows out a breath. Lauren saddles up to my side, kicking the soccer ball from Luca’s hands. She does some fancy footwork then kicks the ball in the air before catching it. That girl has coordination I do not.

“The answer is no. Find Bentley, he’s over there.” He points toward the bonfire.

Luca must know his brother never does something he doesn’t want to do because he barrels away from us without a word.

“What’s going on over here?” Lauren asks, walking backward, twirling the soccer ball on one finger like Luca was moments ago.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Lauren, what’s the craziest thing I can do tonight?” Cristian hollers out and Lauren’s feet stop, staring at me over his shoulder.

She knows this game. We play it often. Well, not since college when guys tend to think they can say hello and you’ll be falling all over them. There’s nothing wrong with making them work to impress you a little. It builds character. LOL.

Lauren being Lauren pretends to think about it. In the past, we’ve had guys shave their heads or their eyebrows, dress in girl’s clothing, striptease with a pair of girl’s panties on. God knows what Lauren’s going to recommend.

“You’re a smart boy, Bianco. Turn the tables,” she says. “What’s the worst thing you could do to Vanessa tonight?”

I flip her off. Nice friend I got there. Who wants her?

A devilish smile creeps onto Cristian’s lips. “Anyone tell you, you’re a fucking genius, Lauren?”

She laughs. “All the time. Tell your brother for me though.”

Luca comes over, stealing the soccer ball from her hands, while a guy tripping over his own feet follows behind. The girl and guy standing on the sidelines watching Lauren and Luca argue about who goes first.

“So, Officer Bianco, what will it be?” I cock a hip and a brow.

“Maybe a date with you isn’t worth the embarrassment?” He steps closer and I back up an inch, unease setting in as his demeanor grows more confident and sure.

I shrug. “That’s fine. I’m happy to split ways now.”

He takes another giant step forward and sips the remaining beer from his cup, tossing it down to the grass, his gaze intense and set on whatever he’s about to do.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice weaker than I’d prefer.

We’re chest to chest now because he’s taken me by surprise and I forgot to flee with his approach. Okay and maybe his eyes mesmerized me. A little. Not much.

“I’m going to do the one thing I didn’t think I’d do tonight.” His voice has dropped an octave and we’re alone in the darkness of the forest now where the warmth of the bonfire has disappeared. A cold chill runs across my cheeks until Cristian’s hands land on either side of my face. “I’m going to kiss you.”

His lips fall to mine. Did I say it was cold? It’s not. It’s warm. Cristian’s mouth on mine steals the chill from my body. I should knee him in the balls or at least push him away, but I don’t. Instead, my lips betray me and move in time with his. I wrap my arms around his neck and I rise to my tiptoes, kissing him back.

His arms cradle me flush against his body, his tongue exploring mine and under the canopy of the forest, away from any prying eyes, Cristian Bianco sets my body on fire.

I love breaking other people’s rules, but I’m not sure about breaking my own.

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Blue Collar Brothers Series

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Book 1: FLIRTING WITH FIRE
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Author Piper Rayne

Author Piper Rayne

About the Author
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have “Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle” (okay…you caught us, that’s our tagline). A little about us… We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.

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Where to Find Piper Rayne
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – SUIT (44 Chapters) by BB Easton

SUIT Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for SUIT, the fourth and final book in the new adult contemporary romance series, 44 Chapters, by BB Easton. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

SUIT (44 Chapters #4) by BB Easton

SUIT (44 Chapters #4) by BB Easton

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
SUIT
Series: 44 Chapters #4
Author:
BB Easton
Release Date: October 18, 2018
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her bestselling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy standalone. SUIT is Ken’s book—the hilarious, heartwarming tale of how BB finally got over her bad boy phase and found happily ever after with…gasp…a guy in a tie.

“Since when are you into guys in ties? You only like guys who look like they rob guys in ties. At gunpoint.” It was true. By 2003, my type had been well-established. There might as well have been a giant sign on my heart that said, “Good Guys Need Not Apply.”

Which is exactly why I had to friendzone Ken Easton. The man was a former football star, smelled like fresh laundry instead of stale cigarettes, and had more ties in his closet than tattoos on his knuckles. Pssh. BOR-ING.

But the more I got to know my hunky study buddy, the more questions I came away with. Questions like, why doesn’t he date? Why does he avoid human touch? Why does he hate all things fun and wonderful? The psychology student in me became obsessed with getting inside Ken’s head, while the spoiled brat in me became obsessed with getting inside his heart.

In 2003, I found the one thing I love more than bad boys…

A good challenge.

*SUIT is Book 4 in the 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN spin-off series, but it can be read as a complete standalone.

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Excerpt #2
Ten minutes later, we were sitting on my favorite bench outside the mall, both holding giant smoothies, as I lit my first cigarette.

“So, you hate being cold, yet you spend your entire break outside, in February, drinking a frozen beverage?” Ken took a sip of his smoothie.

“That’s why I sit here.” I smiled, gesturing toward the sun overhead with my lit cigarette. “It’s like ten degrees warmer on this side of the mall. But we can walk around if you want. That’s what I do when I get really cold.”

Ken smiled and shook his head. “I’m just giving you shit.”

That was good, because the way we were sitting, angled toward each other, my foot was touching his shin and it was the highlight of my day.

“How’s that papaya-mango treating you?” I asked, flicking my eyes down to his giant Styrofoam cup.

“It’s pretty fucking amazing,” he deadpanned.

“Lemme try it,” I said, sticking my cigarette between my teeth so that I could hold out my empty palm.

Ken held my stare as he took another sip, shaking his head.

“No? Why not?” I snapped.

“You didn’t say the magic word.”

“What? Like, please? That magic word?”

Ken nodded, straw still in his mouth. He was so fucking cute and so fucking infuriating all at the same time. I had to fight the urge to slap his drink to the ground and then kiss the shit out of him.

With a dramatic eye roll, I said, in my best British orphan accent, “Please, Mr. Easton? May I please have a sip of your smoothie, sir?”

Ken’s lips curled around the straw in triumph.

Asshole.

I jerked the cup out of his hand and replaced it with mine. Giving him what I hoped looked like a fuck you death glare, I took a sip, and my eyes instantly rolled up into the back of my head.

“Holy shit, that’s good.” I took another sip. “I’m keeping this one. You can have mine. There’s more of it left, anyway. That’s like, a better ounce-per-dollar ratio or something. You can’t argue with that.”

Ken smiled and tapped the side of his new cup against mine. “Only because of the ounce-per-dollar ratio.”

I watched as he put the straw that had been in my mouth into his mouth. There was no sense of ickiness. No traces of germaphobia at all.

Weird about touching. Not weird about swapping spit. Interesting.

As we sat and talked, I realized that I could not keep my hands out of my hair. I had a ton of nervous ticks. My hands and mouth were pretty much always busy: smoking, talking, chewing pen caps, gesticulating, laughing inappropriately, picking threads from my clothing, chewing my fingernails, twirling my hair. But trying to make small talk with Kenneth Easton made it worse than ever.

“Oh my God, if I don’t stop playing with my hair I’m gonna go bald,” I laughed, sitting on my hand. “I’m not used to it being straight. I normally can’t even get my hands through it.”

Ken watched me in amusement but said nothing.

Weird.

“Did you notice?” I turned my head from side to side, my burgundy bob twisting and falling back into place. “I just got it done a few days ago.”

“I noticed.”

That was all he said. No smile. No innuendo. Just I noticed.

My face fell. “You don’t like it.”“It doesn’t matter whether or not I like it.” Ken’s features were serious. As in, he was seriously not going to tell me that my new fucking hair cut looked pretty.

What the fuck?

“Why not?” I snapped, heat rising to the surface of my ice-cold cheeks.

“Because you’re Brooke Bradley.” Ken set down his cup and faced me head on. “The first time I ever saw you, you had a shaved head. You didn’t give a shit what people thought then, and you shouldn’t start now. Do you like it?”

I blinked. Then, I blinked again. “Uh, yeah…I love it.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” Ken relaxed against the back of the bench and took another sip from his almost-empty smoothie, the slurrrrrp sound adding some much-needed levity.

No one had ever flat out refused to compliment me before. Hans had told me I was beautiful every day of our two-year relationship. Every day that he had bothered to call or come home, that is. My parents had been showering me with praise since I was born. My friends and I were constantly feeding each other’s egos. But somehow, by not telling me what I wanted to hear, Ken made me feel even more special than if he had.

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Book 1: SKIN
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Book 2: SPEED
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Book 3: STAR
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Author BB Easton

Author BB Easton

About the Author
BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.

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Where to find BB Easton
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – THE SOCIETY (Ascension) by K.A. Linde

THE SOCIETY Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for THE SOCIETY, book four in the young adult fantasy series, Ascension, by USA Today bestselling author, K.A. Linde. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

THE SOCIETY (Ascension #4) by K.A. Linde

THE SOCIETY (Ascension #4) by K.A. Linde

About The Book
Title:
THE SOCIETY
Series: Ascension #4
Author: K.A. Linde
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Release Date: October 23, 2018
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Synopsis
The fourth book in the fantasy Ascension series that NYT bestselling author Susan Dennard called “perfect for fans of Sarah J Maas.”

War is on the horizon.

All while a new power grows strong, threatening the very balance of good and evil.

Desperate to save her homeland, Cyrene goes in search of the dragons that may be the key to ending this battle—and heal her dying friend.

Can Cyrene master her magic to save the world?

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt
There is a power brewing in Emporia, Cyrene. And I can’t shake the feeling, and I cannot pinpoint it. But it is there, and it is growing.”

Cyrene felt the same words that Serafina had echoed in one of her spirit dreams. A dark power had threatened to take Cyrene out of the dream. She had even succeeded in pulling Cyrene to her where she was cloaked in shadow. She’d told Cyrene to come to her and given her a portaling coin to do so. Cyrene still kept the coin with her at all times…even though she’d sworn to Vera and Matilde and Serafina that she would never use it.

“Like what Serafina said.”

“She was what made me test that energy. Her warning prompted me to check into the matter.”

“And?”

Vera shook her head. “It is worrisome, but it is not here. Not yet.” Her face was still pale though, and she looked nervous.

“What does it mean?”

“You know the story of the Creator, yes?”

“Of course,” Cyrene said. “She created all life and brought about the first people. She was the one who blessed the very first Doma with her powers.”

Vera nodded. “That is only half of the story.”

“As with all light, there is always darkness. A push and a pull. A yin and a yang,” Vera explained. She looked sideways, as if expecting Matilde to be there to finish her sentences. “As the story goes, the Creator had a sibling—the Destroyer. Two goddesses who brought life and death, good and evil, creation and destruction.”

“Okay. But it’s just a story.”

“Is it?” Vera whispered. “Aren’t all of your stories true? You believed them all to be myths. Dragons, Braj, Leifs. Just myths. How is this any different?”

“And you believe the energy you are feeling, that Serafina fears, and that found me in my dream was the goddess of destruction?” Cyrene’s eyes widened in abject horror. “Are you saying a god walked into my dream?”

Vera shook her head. “I don’t know. Yes. Maybe.”

“Well, that seems reasonable.”

Vera laughed unabashedly. “Oh, Cyrene, you always surprise me.”

“I mean, I tend to believe that the thing I least expect is probably most likely.”

“There’s no guarantee that this is the case,” Vera said. “I could be imagining it.”

“But you don’t think so.”

“No, I should have seen the signs long ago. Who else could be controlling the Braj, the Indres, and the Nokkin? They are her children after all. Created out of darkness and used as weapons. The Nokkin were the first descendants of the Doma. A family that magic corrupted and turned into horrible creatures that could suck the magic out of people, bent on destruction. There were signs. Just like there were signs the last time. And we did not see them.”

“The last time?” Cyrene asked. “Do you mean…these same things were happening during the War of the Light when Viktor killed Serafina?”

Vera nodded once.

“And did you see this goddess then?”

“No. Just her influence.”

“So, I might be about to fly into a panic for no reason.”

Vera smiled. “Perhaps. We have the gift of foresight, as we know both the prophecy and how this ended in the past. We can stop this, Cyrene. You can stop this. I believe in you. The past does not dictate the future, and you choose your destiny. Nothing is set in stone until it happens.”

“And here I thought, the worst part of my night was letting the man with the red feather slip through my fingers.”

“Let me worry for you. Creator knows I already do it enough,” Vera said. “Focus on the task at hand. We cannot fight an enemy we cannot see…and if we are unprepared, we will lose.”

Cyrene sighed heavily and flopped back on her bed. No pressure.

The Ascension Series

Get caught up on the series:

Book 1: THE AFFILIATE
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Book 2: THE BOUND
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Book 3: THE CONSORT
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Author K.A. Linde

Author K.A. Linde

About the Author
K.A. Linde grew up as a military brat and created fantastical stories based off of her love for Disney movies, fairy tales, and Star Wars. In her spare time, she is an avid traveler, loves reading young adult novels, and dancing. Additionally, K.A. has written more than a dozen adult novels and is a USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Lubbock, TX with her husband and two super adorable puppies.

K.A. Linde loves to hear from her readers! You can contact her at kalinde45@gmail.com or visit her online..

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – BETTING ON HIM (Wilde Love) by Kelly Collins

BETTING ON HIM Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for BETTING ON HIM, the first book in the adult contemporary romance/romantic suspense series, Wilde Love, by Kelly Collins. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

BETTING ON HIM (Wilde Love #1) by Kelly Collins

BETTING ON HIM (Wilde Love #1) by Kelly Collins

About the Book
Title:
BETTING ON HIM
Series: Wilde Love #1
Author: Kelly Collins
Release Date: October 15, 2018
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
He’s a gangster going straight. She’s a waitress going bankrupt. Will their gamble on a marriage of convenience pay off in true love?  

Alex Wilde desperately wants to be free of the family’s mob business. But when his infamous father is murdered, the family attorney makes a suggestion he can’t ignore: find a bride before the funeral or they’ll force a wedding with a nice Russian gangster girl. When he meets a feisty cocktail waitress, he thinks he’s found his way out.  

Faye Tandy is desperately in debt and hard-pressed to find help. Alex’s offer of a phony marriage for a ton of cash couldn’t come at a better time and she’s happy to help him exit the criminal world. The fact that he’s tall, dark, and handsome is an attractive bonus. But when she discovers the Russians have a contract out on her head, she wonders if divorced and bankrupt would be a better choice than rich and dead…  

As Faye’s fake feelings for Alex turn real, she’s terrified her trip to the altar might be her last. Will Alex and Faye’s throw of the dice succeed or will they lose the lawless game of love?  

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Excerpt
“Is there anything else I can get you ladies right now?”

“A stripper,” said the tall blonde in the corner. I knew she was tall because even seated, her head was six inches above everyone else.

“There are a lot of all male reviews on the strip,” I offered the women sitting around the half-moon booth. They were all pretty in a silicone, filler kind of way. I wondered how many days they’d gone without food to prepare for this outing. “The Rio has Chippendales, and there’s the Magic Mike Live show.”

One woman’s eyes focused past me. “I’ll take him, on this table, in nothing but a G-string.”

I turned around to see the most magnificent specimen of male sexuality. He’d be my type if I hadn’t sworn off men. I’d reconsider my position if I had a chance with someone like him. Not that I played for the other team. I’d leave that pool of eligibles for my roommate, Trish.

She wasn’t particular about gender; she was particular about orgasms. She liked them with regularity and preferred a variety of flavors, shapes, sizes, and colors. One thing about Trish was, she was never lonely or left unsatisfied. Of that, I was envious.

I tossed the extra napkins from my tray onto the table to catch their drool. “Can’t help you there, but I can help him.” I turned and walked toward Mr. Tall, Dark and Desirable. He seemed to debate between the corner booth opposite Cinderella and her seven stepsisters and a table in the center of the room.

He looked at his watch and frowned before he decided on the booth in the far corner.

“Hello,” I called out as he took a seat. His eyes flashed to me. They were nothing short of stunning. Most people would say they were brown, but I had a thing for eyes the color of a good scotch, and his were a Glenfiddich 18. “Can I get you something?” I leaned over the table, letting the fringe of my dress skate across the gray granite surface.

His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room. “I’m waiting for a man.”

The good ones were taken. “Figures.” I looked over my shoulder. “So are they. Well, at least seven of them. The one in the center is walking down the aisle of doom in a few days.”

He let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Not a fan of marriage?”

I shrugged. “I can’t say. I’ve never been married, but with a fifty percent failure rate, it doesn’t sound like a smart bet. Until marriage can deliver a good return on investment and quality benefits, I’m not applying for the job.”

The truth was, I’d seen enough men and bad marriages to last me a lifetime. Mom was on number seven. Gail Tandy was much like my roommate, Trish. She liked variety, but she was old-fashioned and practical. She marched each of her husbands to the one-hour chapel to make it legal, but she never changed her last name. No sense in changing it to something not likely to last.

I’d been to every one of those seven weddings, and not one of them was to my father. He was the one who got away, or rather ran away and stayed away. Michael Holt didn’t have time for wives or children. He couldn’t marry a woman when he was married to his job. Though my father’s last name was Holt, I was legally a Tandy.

“Anything to drink while you’re waiting for Mr. Right?”

His head went on full tilt. “I’m not waiting for Mr. Right. I’m waiting for my attorney. We’re meeting here.” He glanced at his watch, then back at me.

A blush of embarrassment heated my cheeks. I’d never been good at reading people or situations. Always a day late and a dollar short. It’s why I wore a flapper costume and peddled watered down drinks in a speakeasy bar.

Over my shoulder, the bridal party stared this way. “The tall one in the corner said she’d like to meet you.”

“Did she?” He raised a brow of interest and peeked around me. He shook his head. “No, thanks. Not my type.”

Something about that made me smile. “What’s your type?” I knew most men had one, but I wondered what his type would be like. Tall? Rail thin? Cheap to feed?

He licked his lips and grinned a Hollywood-worthy smile. “They have to be female.” He looked at the group once more. “I don’t do high maintenance. I don’t do forever. I don’t do soon-to-be brides. My women are here tonight and gone tomorrow.”

Figures. Then again, I couldn’t fault him. Relationships were easier if the expectations were low or nonexistent. At least with a man like him, a girl knew what she was getting—most likely a night to remember. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time, but it was on my to-do list just after a hundred more imperative things, like paying rent.

“It’s important to know what you like. Anything to drink while you’re waiting on your man?” I gave him a sly smile and a wink.

“How about a coffee?”

“I’ll make you a fresh pot. If you’re waiting for an attorney, do you want a shot of something added? Attorneys are worse than husbands and wives. Or so I hear.”

He looked at my name tag. “I like you, Faye. You’re funny.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it on the table. “No whiskey. Just coffee.”

“Suit yourself.” A shrug lifted my shoulders. “You got a name?”

He looked down at his chest like his name was written there. “My name is Alessio, but everyone calls me Alex.”

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Author Kelly Collins

Author Kelly Collins

About the Author
Kelly Collins writes with the intention of keeping the love alive. Always a romantic, she is inspired by real-time events mixed with a dose of fiction. She encourages her readers to reach the happily ever after but bask in the afterglow of the perfectly imperfect love.

Kelly lives in Colorado at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her husband of twenty-five years, their two dogs, and a bird that hates her.

In her spare time, she enjoys walking the trails and visiting the mining towns like Cripple Creek. She likes to think it’s the ambience that brings her there and not the amazing slot machine in the back of the casino.

In the winter, you’ll find her tucked into her seat at The World Arena cheering her beloved Colorado College Tigers Hockey Team. After several losing seasons she knows there’s a win coming soon. Kelly is no fair weather fan.

She has three amazing children, and she wonders how they all turned out to be engineers when only the creative side of her brain seems to work. She just chalks it up to the engineering genes her husband contributed to the mix.

Creative minds need an outlet and writing books is where she focuses her excess energy..

Where to Find Kelly Collins
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA by Kira Weston

THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA, a stand-alone young adult fantasy by Kira Weston. See below for information the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA by Kira Weston

THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA by Kira Weston

About the Book
Title: THE FIGHTER OF ALDEA
Author: Kira Weston
Release Date: October 15, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon

Synopsis
t’s the year 2216, and ever since Lydia Humsworth was little, she’s heard stories about electricity that used to light up skylines and planes that soared through the sky like birds. There were also stories about The Shift, which plunged the world into darkness nearly two hundred years ago and gave some people magical abilities. These people came to call themselves sorcerers.

Now, in the small village of Aldea, sixteen-year-old Lydia is training to be a Fighter in hopes of one day protecting her village. Her best friend, Daniel, spends his days working long hard hours on the farm. Humans and sorcerers have always seemed to coincide peacefully, but when Leonardo Kinch–a deranged sorcerer who blames humans for the death of his family–starts a war against humans, nothing is as they believed.

When war rages across the country, Lydia and Daniel must do everything they can to stop the war and stay alive, or risk the human race falling into extinction.

 

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Lydia
I jump up and before I’m even back on the ground, I swing out at his face. I nearly get a tap, but Joshua manages to duck away. He groans angrily and jabs at my stomach. I suck it in and jump backward, but I’m closer to the edge than I’d thought and my back slams into the rope.

Joshua smirks. He knows he’s got the upper-hand.

He goes for my stomach again, but I slip out of the way, dive into a roll that takes me behind him, and spin around to face him.

He whirls around and slices his stick down toward the top of my head. I grab my stick with both hands and hold it above me. Block.

I realize he’s holding his vertically like a sword, as opposed to holding it horizontally above his head. Bad form. I push my stick against his, forcing it toward his body. A look of confusion crosses Joshua’s face. Then I give his stick a good shove with my own, thrusting him backward enough that he loses his balance and falls down onto the mat, flat on his back.

While he’s down, I jab my stick toward his neck and tap his throat. The fight is over.

Joshua looks up at me with wide eyes, probably realizing what the result of a full force hit like that would be, and I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I’m glaring down at him. Had I wanted to fight again for revenge? What if I had lost my cool? Then I wouldn’t have been any better than he was.

Except, I didn’t hit him, whether a part of me wanted to or not. And I certainly didn’t cheat. That’s not who I am, or ever want to be.

Finally, the blood from my scratches runs all the way down my face, and just as a single drop of blood falls onto the mat, I hear the whistle.

“Winner! Lydia Humsworth!”

The crowd cheers. I’m brought back to reality. During the fight, it was as if everything and everyone had melted away and become silent. Nothing existed but me, my opponent, and the ring. I look up at the crowd who’s roaring for me. Daniel, Lucas, and my mom are cheering louder than anyone else. It hits me: I won.

I put my stick down and look up at the audience, letting my victory sink in before turning back to help Joshua up. I hold out my hand, but he shoves it away and gets up on his own.

We bow. He looks mad again. So many remarks run through my head. I told you so. Sorry to burst your bubble.

Apologies for deflating your ego… But I leave it alone. He’s probably punishing himself enough.

Instead, I bow my head and say, “Good fight, Joshua.”

He seems a little surprised at my humility, but he doesn’t return it. All he does is sneer and bow his head in return. Then we separate to have quick words with our instructors before the final winners are announced.

“Well done, Lydia,” Mr. Neil tells me, handing me a towel to wipe my face with. “You had the upper hand for most of the fight and you did some quick thinking with that final move. It was different, unexpected, and intelligent.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say politely. I’m surprised by his kind words, but I can also tell that he’s holding something back. I sigh. “What is it?”

He shifts his eyes to the side, then looks back at me. “You’re still too slow.” I purse my lips. Of course…

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Author Kira Weston

Author Kira Weston

About the Author
Kira Weston writes Young Adult fiction, often day-dreaming the what-ifs of magic and science fiction, and how they might affect the world. Her debut novel, The Fighter of Aldea, comes out October 15th, 2018. Kira grew up in Las Vegas, NV under the hot sun and the distant lights of the famous Las Vegas Strip, and now resides in Colorado, which is much cooler—most of the time.

Kira currently works in retail, but hopes to put her main focus on storytelling in the near future, whether it be through books, movies, or something in between. When she’s not writing, she spends her time befriending cats, hoping for rain, drinking mochas, and listening to music.

 

 

 

 

Where to find Kira Weston
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA (The Guild Codex – Spellbound) by Annette Marie

THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA, the first book in the new adult urban fantasy series, The Guild Codex: Spellbound, by Annette Marie. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA (The Guild Codex - Spellbound #1) by Annette Marie

THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA (The Guild Codex – Spellbound #1) by Annette Marie

About Book 1
Title:
THREE MAGES AND A MARGARITA
Series: The Guild Codex – Spellbound #1
Author:
Annette Marie
Publisher: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.
Release Date: September 14, 2018
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy
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Synopsis
Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig.

It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview—to see if I’d mesh with their “special” clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That’s the definition of fitting in, right?

I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they…offered me the job?

It turns out this place isn’t a bar. It’s a guild. And the three cocky guys I drenched with a margarita during my trial? Yeah, they were mages. Either I’m exactly the kind of takes-no-shit bartender this guild needs, or there’s a good reason no one else wants to work here.

So what’s a broke girl to do? Take the job, of course—with a pay raise

Note: The three mages are definitely sexy, but this series isn’t a reverse harem. It’s 100% fun, sassy, fast- paced urban fantasy.

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Excerpt
When I’d left Kai a few hours ago, the study nook had been empty. Now it was full of women. Two had crammed themselves onto the sofa with him, and five more were arranged across the remaining seats.

My eyebrows climbed toward my hairline. Ah. Kai’s playboy status had baffled me—he wasn’t outgoing or even flirtatious—but now I got it. He attracted women with the oldest trick in the book: disinterest. He was hot, and he was ignoring them. That combination seemed to trigger some bizarre mate-hunting instinct in women, driving them to throw themselves at the man until he acknowledged them as worthy.

At least, that was my working theory as I stopped by the table and received no less than three icy warning glares.

“Hey,” I said. “Ready to go?”

He snapped his laptop shut and rose, grabbing his black motorcycle helmet. As he joined me, passing over the helmet, I counted the disappointed sighs. We walked away side by side, and feeling the belligerent stares on my back, I gave in to my evil urges and slid an arm around his waist.

His arm wrapped around me in response, but his look was questioning. I nodded at his fan club. “I couldn’t resist crushing their souls.”

Amusement flashed in his dark eyes and he pulled me closer. I could almost hear the dismayed growls echoing from the study nook. Swinging the helmet in my free hand, I grinned the whole way through the building.

“How many phone numbers did those girls offer you while you waited?” I asked teasingly as we exited the building, an unpleasantly muggy breeze greeting us. A solid blanket of gray clouds loomed above the skyscrapers.

“Five,” he replied seriously.
I almost missed a step. I’d been kidding … “Planning to call any?”

“Maybe one. She was cute.”

“What about the others?”

“Not my type.”

“What’s your type?” I asked as we stopped beside his motorcycle.

“Well.” He pondered the question as he stashed his laptop in the saddlebag and unhooked his helmet. “I don’t know.”

I caught his arm before he could put on his helmet. “You were going to say something there. What was it?”

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Author Annette Marie

Author Annette Marie

About the Author
Annette Marie is the author of the Amazon best-selling Steel & Stone series, which includes Goodreads Choice Award nominee Yield the Night, and fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast- paced urban fantasy and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it’s not quite that bad) with her comparatively sensible husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight) by Jennifer Rebecca

KISS ME GOODNIGHT Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for KISS ME GOODNIGHT, the fourth book in the adult romantic suspense/mystery series, Claire Goodnight, by Jennifer Rebecca. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight #4) by Jennifer Rebecca

KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight #4) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Title: KISS ME GOODNIGHT
Series:  Claire Goodnight #4
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: October 8, 2018
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense/Mystery
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Synopsis
Detective Claire Goodnite is finally marrying her sexy SAIC, Wesley O’Connell in this suspenseful conclusion to the series.

The hall has been booked, the flowers have been ordered, and the invitations have been sent. Everything is finally falling into place for the happy couple, or so it seems.

That is until a hunter the likes of the old DC Sniper has his sights set on New Jersey Law Enforcement and suddenly the thin blue line has a big, old target painted on their backs. It’s open season on police officers and federal agents alike. She might be the best damn detective in the state of New Jersey but even this case has Claire running for her life.

Not to mention the loss of one of her inner circle seems to have shook something loose in her mind. Claire’s memories of that long ago day when she was taken from her home as a child are surfacing one after another. But will she remember before it’s too late?

It’s like they always say, every story has its ending.

Are you ready for this one?

It’s gonna sting.

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“What’s on your mind, baby?” Wes asks me as I towel off my body. My skin is still bright pink from the hot water of my shower.

“It was just a long day.”

“I thought it was a good day?” he asks me as he wraps his arms around me pulling me in close as he rests his chin on top of my head. I love when he does this. I’m fairly tall for a woman so the fact that he is tall enough to make me feel small and delicate is kind of nice.

“It was,” I begin to explain. “We found out Anna prepaid for all of the dresses right before she died. That was tough on us both.”

“Did you pick out a dress?”

“Yeah,” I say softly knowing that there is a wistful quality to my voice.

“Is it pretty?” he asks me. His voice is quiet in the still evening of our bathroom.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “And kind of sexy too.”

“Sexy?” Wes asks me. “Tell me about it.”

“Unh uh,” I decline.

“No?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“No. I want you to be surprised.”

“Okay, honey,” he says toying with a lock of my wet hair. “I’ll be surprised.”

“Okay.”

“Anything else bothering you?” he asks me.

“I can’t stop thinking about Rodriguez,” I admit.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Me too.”

“Any new information?” I ask grasping at anything Wes might be willing to give me. I have to know what happened. I have this driving need inside of me to find the answer and solve the puzzle.

Wes studies me for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. I know in that instant that he is about to give me the truth, whatever that might be.

“We have nothing,” he says and the vein at his temple pulses. I can tell how angry that makes him. It makes me angry too. “There are no tapes, no notes, no faces. We have nothing.”

“I hate this,” I whisper.

“Me too, honey.”

Wes pulls the towel from around my body and places it on the bathroom counter before rolling up one of his t-shirts and dropping it over my head. I push my arms through the armholes as he lets the faded fabric drop around my thighs.

“Let’s go to bed,” he tells me holding out his hand for me to take it and I do without hesitation.

Wes walks me towards our bed and drops my hand only to pull the bedding back so that we can climb in. Wes pulls me into the safety of his arms after pulling the blankets back over us. I feel warm, and safe, and sleepy so I let myself drift off.

It wouldn’t be until days later that I would realize that I was never safe.

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Get Caught Up on the Series

Book 1: TELL ME A STORY
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Book 2: TUCK ME IN TIGHT
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Book 3: SAY A SWEET PRAYER
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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

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

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

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

Where to Find Jennifer Rebecca
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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – RAVEN DOCK (Dark Coven) by Sara Caldwell

RAVEN DOCK Book Blitz
Welcome to the book blitz for RAVEN DOCK, the first book in the young adult paranormal romance series, Dark Coven, by Sara Caldwell. See below for information the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RAVEN DOCK (Dark Coven #1) by Sara Caldwell

RAVEN DOCK (Dark Coven #1) by Sara Caldwell

About the Book
Title: RAVEN DOCK
Series: Dark Coven #1
Author: Sara Caldwell
Release Date: October 2, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
Seventeen-year-old Harper Duncan never fit in anywhere her family moved…and they moved a lot. But after her parents and brother die in a tragic accident, she finds out she’s adopted, and her birth mother lives in a remote retreat called Raven Dock. Harper ventures north and discovers a dark family secret: her birth mother is a witch. And she’s one too. As Harper Learns about her own hidden powers, will she choose to embrace her chilling heritage, or return to the safety of the ordinary world?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When we finally entered the house, Olive began worrying I wouldn’t come back from my trip to visit Aunt Mary. I reminded her that I was only going for two weeks, and the retreat was in the middle of nowhere. I was a city girl at heart. I needed stuff to do, like going to movies, dancing to live music, and eating greasy hotdogs or gyro sandwiches. The thought of being stuck in some remote woodland frankly horrified me. I also wondered why Dad and his sister hadn’t spoken in so long. It must have been pretty bad to avoid each other all these years. Olive asked if I’d heard from Mary. I said not by phone, though I’d received a letter. Who knew people still wrote those?

I was surprised when Jeff had handed me the letter. You could tell that Mary handwrote it with a fountain pen, in neat cursive letters. Jeff was impressed. He loved old school stuff, like his prized LP collection. The letter was quite short. Mary wrote how sorry she was for my loss, how much she looked forward to seeing me, and that she was planning a big party in my honor. Olive made a bet that she’d serve herbal tea and quinoa. This made me laugh, but suddenly I felt dizzy.

“Are you okay?” asked Olive. Her voice seemed to come from far away. Everything was blurry. I blinked and suddenly found myself somewhere else. I wasn’t physically in this other place, just seeing it in a disembodied way, like in a virtual reality game. I was inside a school bus full of Mexican children, who were jumping between the seats as kids do. One little girl wore a white ribbon in her hair. She turned to look at me, with big brown eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something.

“Harper?” I blinked again, and Olive was in front of me, looking at me quizzically. I didn’t want to freak her out about what I had just seen, even though I was shaking inside. I chalked it up to a hallucination. After all, I was a nervous, depressed wreck. My mind was undoubtedly on a slippery psychological slope. But it sure was a strange and vivid one. I made a mental note to ask Janet about it.

The strangeness persisted as we wandered through the empty house. It felt bigger without our stuff, and our bodies zigzagging through it with the business of each day. A thin layer of dust had built up on the wooden floors, which squeaked underfoot. I looked out the front window, to where the accident had happened. All the flowers and candles were finally gone, a painful reminder that life goes on. Jeff had taken me to the spot a few days after the accident, so I could appreciate the kindness of our neighbors and strangers, many of whom had left personalized notes.

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Author Sara Caldwell

Author Sara Caldwell

About the Author
Sara Caldwell teaches screenwriting and digital media courses at College of the Canyons in Santa Clarita and the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandizing (FIDIM) in Los Angeles. She has won many awards for her writing, including Best Original Screenplay at the Burbank International Film Festival. Sara has always been drawn to the supernatural and has produced a number of award-winning short horror films through House of Gorey Productions, along with her husband Walter Gorey. She is also a member of the Writers Guild of America (WGA).

Like Harper in Raven Dock, Sara spent her childhood as a tumbleweed, moving around the United States and even to Guatemala, Spain and England. She’s run three marathons, authored three nonfiction books, and has three cats that enjoy perching on her shoulder while she writes at her kitchen table. It goes without saying that three is her lucky number. She’s also working on the remaining novels for the Dark Coven series, the next of which is titled Darkest Hour.

Where to find Sara Caldwell
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – DESTINY FULFILLED by Laire McKinney

DESTINY FULFILLED Blog Tour

Welcome to the Blog Tour for DESTINY FULFILLED, a stand-alone adult fantasy romance, by Laire McKinney. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DESTINY FULFILLED by Laire McKinney

DESTINY FULFILLED by Laire McKinney

About the Book
Title: DESTINY FULFILLED
Author: Laire McKinney
Release Date: August 7, 2016
Genre:
Adult Fantasy Romance
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Synopsis
Only love can save them…

Wren O’Hara is waiting for the day she succumbs to mental illness like her mother. When she is attacked by a psychotic client at work, and saved by what must be an angel, she fears the time for insanity has come.

Little does she know, her savior is an immortal warrior druid named Riagan Tenman, and that he will challenge everything she ever thought she knew about reality.

Now Wren must decide if the fantasy unfolding before her is true, or if she has finally lost her mind.

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Riagan shook off the effects of the battle much the same way Duke shook off water. He rose to his full height, erect and proud, his long body somehow more grand and powerful than she remembered. The mortal clothes tugged where the seams were not already ripped as his muscles seemed to expand and his height grow.

Riagan was changing, there was no denying that. He flexed and unflexed his hands; his face hardened into a line of will and determination. It was at once terrifying and awesome to behold.

Wren stumbled as she tried to gather her wits and close her mouth, which she knew was dangling open like an unhinged window screen after a hurricane.

His skin was beautiful, like carved white marble. She reached out a hand to caress it, for surely he was a mirage.

Just as she leaned into him, someone grabbed her wrist and yanked. It was Drake, staring hard into her face. She tried again to shut her mouth but wasn’t certain of success.

“We must hurry,” Drake urged.

“What?” she sputtered. Riagan’s scent wove around her like silk ribbon—a heady mixture of musk, vanilla, and some undefined masculine notes that made her head feel as if it were a balloon about to float away to Heaven.

As soon as Drake lessened his grasp, she moved forward again. Riagan stood before her as a powerful warrior druid, an immortal druid. Her safe place in the middle of his chest was far above her head now. She reached up to caress it, wanted to make sure it was still there, but Drake grabbed her chin and turned her face toward his.

“There will be time for that later, lass.”

She felt like she was drowning in a vat of warm, sweet olive oil. The world in front of her became hazy, and Drake’s voice came from somewhere far away. She was lusciously sandwiched between two of the most masculine bodies ever created, grateful they were taking over this situation because for some reason, she couldn’t even remember her name. Tingling shot through her body, and every cell she was made of burst alive.

Somewhere far away, in the very distant place where her brain could still think, she sensed tension in the air, urgency pulsing through the two men at her sides. When she put her hands on each of their arms, she couldn’t help but move them up and down, relishing the severe undulations of their magnificent muscles, the sheer power held beneath the skin.

One of the men growled, and she lifted her chin to find Riagan glaring at his brother, whose face was set in a smirk. Her hands stopped mid-rub, and Riagan grabbed her wrist, yanking her far away from his brother. He put his arm around her waist, hugging her against him, then propelled her forward, keeping her several feet from Drake.

For someone who didn’t love her, he surely was jealous.

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Author Laire McKinney

Author Laire McKinney

About the Author
Laire McKinney is the author of contemporary and fantasy women’s fiction. She believes in a hard-earned happily-ever-after, with nothing more satisfying than passionate kisses and sexy love scenes, endearing characters and complex conflict. When not writing, she can be found traipsing among the wildflowers, reading under a willow tree, or gazing at the moon while pondering the meaning of it all. She lives in Virginia with her family and beloved rescue pup, Lila da Bean.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – THIS LOVE (Cowboys and Angels) by Kelly Elliott

THIS LOVE Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for THIS LOVE, the sixth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Cowboys & Angels, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Kelly Elliott. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

THIS LOVE (Cowboys and Angels #6) by Kelly Elliott

THIS LOVE (Cowboys and Angels #6) by Kelly Elliott

About the Book
Title: THIS LOVE
Series: Cowboys & Angels #6
Author: Kelly Elliott
Release Date: October 9, 2018
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
I was a self-appointed bachelor and happy to have the title. Everyone thought it was time for me to settle down and find a nice girl. Well, no thank you. This cowboy wanted to stay clear of relationships. I wanted the freedom that came with no strings. 

But what did I know? Nothing apparently. 

Everything changed when I looked into her green eyes; my world tilted when she smiled at me. 

What was this feeling? 

Whatever was happening had me losing my damn mind. I fumbled with my words. My body wasn’t my own. I wanted her … desperately. 

Was I ready to give up my bachelor days, or was this Irish girl simply an itch I needed scratched? 

This Love is book 6 in the Cowboys and Angels series

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Excerpt
“Do you like kissing women and getting them all hot and bothered and then walking away? Does that get you off?”

Cord walked around his desk and headed toward the door of his office. Where in the hell did he think he was going?

He shut the door and turned back to face me. When he walked toward me, I stepped back until me legs hit his desk.

“You were hot and bothered by our kiss?”

The way his blue eyes searched me face had me panting. It was getting harder to breathe, especially with him nearly pressed against me body…again.

“No,” I lied.

“That’s not what you just said, Maebh.”

I stood up straighter and squared me shoulders. “By your own admission, and on more than one occasion, Mr. Parker, you don’t always understand what I say.”

He laughed, and I moaned internally. God, I loved his laugh. And his smile. And the way he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why are you so interested in if I’ve fucked someone in here?”

“I’m not,” I stated, me hands going to me hips.

He leaned closer, a whisper away. “You’re lying. I can tell because your cheeks are turning a beautiful shade of pink. I wonder how vibrant that pink gets when you come?”

Me mouth opened in utter shock, and I stared at him.

“I bet they turn vibrant.”

Cord stepped closer.

“I’ve never found the right woman to bring into my private space and make love to, but there’s always a first time…”

Me tongue bathed me dry lips. Cord’s eyes followed, and he let out a soft growl from the back of his throat.

“You… You…”

Christ, what are you trying to say?

“May I ask you something, Maebh?”

The way he said my name made me knees knock together. The room was spinning.

“Y-yes.”

“Did you like the kiss we shared? Did you like my hands under your dress? My cock pressed against you?”

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t forget how he’d made me feel when he walked away and then pretended it had never happened.

“I might have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t walked away from me like an arse.”

His smile instantly disappeared.

“Maebh, I didn’t mean to…”

My hands went to his chest to push him back, but I jerked them away when I felt the zap of energy rushing between us.

What in the world did this man do to me? He was dangerous. Very dangerous.

“I need to get back to Aisling. Have a nice one, Cord.”

He stepped out of my way, and I was relieved I wouldn’t have to argue with him.

Me eyes burned, and I couldn’t figure out why I let this man get me so worked up. I headed for the door, but before I could open it, Cord took me arm and spun me around. He pushed me against the office door. I was having a déjà vu moment.

“You didn’t enjoy any of that night, Maebh?”

A sexy smile moved over Cord’s face. “Answer me.”

Me eyes bounced all over his face as I fought to remember how in the hell to speak.

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered.

His forehead leaned against mine, and I noticed his chest heaving.

“I could say the same thing to you, agra.”

Everything stopped, and I inhaled a sharp breath.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked.

Cord moved away and pushed his hands into his pockets.

“Answer me,” I demanded. “Where did you hear that name?”

He shrugged. “You better get going, the restaurant opens in a few hours, and you’ll need to be ready.”

My mouth hung open. He was going to call me sweetheart and not even tell me how he knew that word.

“You confuse me, Cord Parker. One minute you make me think you want me, the next I’m like a bug you have to squash.”

He stood there, not saying a word.

“Do you?”

His eyes jerked up to meet mine. “Do I what?”

“Want me?”

It was the boldest question I’d ever asked a man, and me neck and cheeks felt like they were on fire. But I had to know. I needed to know how he felt.

When he didn’t reply and dropped his gaze, I had me answer.

“I didn’t think so,” I said, with a nervous laugh. “Stupid fool am I.”

“Maebh—”

“It’s okay. I see the women who throw themselves at you. I won’t compete with the likes of that.”

A look of horror moved over his face.

“I know I’m not as pretty or as…experienced…” I needed to leave before I kept spewing words.

“What are you talking about? Maebh, you’re…”

Cutting him off, I tried to act peppy as I plastered on a fake smile. “Have a good one.”

And like that, I was rushing down the hallway from Cord Parker. I’d just humiliated meself, and I would never forgive meself for being so damn weak.

It was a silly crush on a handsome boy who would never be happy with a girl like me.

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Cowboys and Angels Series

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Book 1: LOST LOVE
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Book 2: LOVE PROFOUND
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Book 3: TEMPTING LOVE
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Book 4: LOVE AGAIN
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Book 5: BLIND LOVE
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Author Kelly Elliott

Author Kelly Elliott

About the Author
Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings.

Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few.

Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012.

Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings.

To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website.

Where to Find Kelly Elliott
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force

FIVE YEARS GONE Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for FIVE YEARS GONE, a stand-alone adult contemporary military romance, by New York Times bestselling author, Marie Force. See below for information on the book, buy inks, and an exclusive excerpt.

FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force

FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force

About the Book
Title: FIVE YEARS GONE
Author: Marie Force
Publisher: HTJB, Inc.
Genre: Adult Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: October 9, 2018
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Synopsis
The most brazen terrorist attack in history. A country bent on revenge. A love affair cut short. A heart that never truly heals.

I knew on the day of the attack that our lives were changed forever. What I didn’t know then was that I’d never see John again after he deployed. One day he was living with me, sleeping next to me, making plans with me. The next day he was gone.

That was five years ago. The world has moved on from that awful day, but I’m stuck in my own personal hell, waiting for a man who may be dead for all I know. At my sister’s wedding, I meet Eric, the brother of the groom, and my heart comes alive once again.

The world is riveted by the capture of the terrorist mastermind, brought down by U.S. Special Forces in a daring raid. Now I am trapped between hoping I’ll hear from John and fearing what’ll become of my new life with Eric if I do.

From a New York Times bestselling author, Five Years Gone, a standalone contemporary, is an epic story of love, honor, duty, unbearable choices and impossible dilemmas..

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Prologue
Ava

We met in a bar, of all places, a dingy hole-in-the-wall favored by military members from the nearby Navy base in San Diego. I went with a friend from school who was interested in one of the military guys. Before that night, Id never been there, and Ive never been back. John was celebrating the promotion of one of his buddies. He crashed into me as I left the ladiesroom and kept me from falling by grabbing my arms to steady me.

Just like in the movies, our eyes met, and my spine tingled with the kind of instantaneous awareness Id only read about but never experienced personally.

Im so sorry,he said, gorgeous and fierce in his fatigues.

I noticed gold on his collar, a hint of late-day scruff on his jaw and the name WEST in bold black letters on his chest. Intense electric-blue eyes made it impossible for me to look away, even when I was safely back on my feet.

Are you all right?he asked.

Realizing Id been staring at him, I blinked and reluctantly broke the connection. IYes, Im fine. Thank you for the save.

And then he smiled, and the tingling began anew.

Im John.

I shook his outstretched hand. Ava.

Keeping his hold on my hand, he tipped his head. You come here often?

Never,I said, laughing. Im a first-timer.

What do you think so far?

I wasnt impressed until about thirty seconds ago.

As if he had all the time in the world to give me, he leaned against the wall. Is that right? What happened thirty seconds ago?

I thought about taking back my hand but didnt. I was saved from certain disaster by a man in uniform.

The guy in the uniform is the reason you needed saving in the first place, because he wasnt watching where he was going. Least he can do is buy you a drink.

I wouldnt say no to that.I was proud of my witty responses and got the feeling he could more than hold his own in the wittiness department. Across the crowded room, I noticed my friend talking to the guy shed come to see, and her brows lifted in interest when she saw me with John. He guided me to the bar, placing a proprietary hand on my lower back, and told one of the guys to give me his stool.

Yes, sir.The younger man bowed gallantly to me as he took his beer and moved along.

Do people always do what you say?

If they know whats good for them.His teasing grin kept the comment from being overly cocky. What can I get you?

Deciding to live dangerously for once, I asked for a cosmopolitan.

Go big or go home,he said with admiration.

Thats my motto.I was so full of shit. I wondered if he could tell I was all talk or what hed think of me if he knew I usually err much closer to the side of caution than the wild side. I wondered if he could tell I was just barely old enough to drink. Id turned twenty-one only six months earlier.

When my cosmo and his Budweiser had been delivered, he offered a toast. To new friends.

I touched my glass to his bottle. To new friends.

So, wherere you from, Ava?

New York.

I thought I heard New Yawk in your voice.

I batted my eyelashes at him. So four years at the University of California San Diego didnt scrub the New York out of me?

Laughing, he said, Hardly. I know some guys from New York. One of them is from Staten Island, which is about as New York as it gets. I know New York when I hear it.

Im from Purchase, upstate from the city. What about you?

Im from all over. My old man is a retired general. You name it, Ive lived there.

Wheres home?

Right here.He turned that intense gaze on me, and I went stupid in the head. I couldnt see anything but him. We might as well have been alone in the crowded bar for all I knew. Unlike my friend, who loved men in uniform, I was never turned on by the uniform. Until then. Until John. You want to get out of here?

I swallowed hard. It wasnt like me to leave a bar with a man Id just met. And go where?

Somewhere we can talk.

What do you want to talk about?

He leaned in so his lips were close to my ear. Everything. I want to know every single thing there is to know about you.

Thats how we started. We were intense from the first second we met until the last time I saw him five years ago today. I cant believe its been five years since I looked into those incredible blue eyes or woke to him on the pillow next to me or heard his voice in my ear, whispering words thatre permanently carved into my heart as he made love to me.

The worst part is I have no idea where he is. I dont know if hes alive or dead, being held captive or if hes living his life somewhere else with someone else. I dont know, and the not knowing is the hardest thing Ive ever dealt with.

I love him as much today as I ever did. No amount of time could ever change that simple fact of my life. We had two beautiful, magnificent years together, caught up in our own little bubble. He never met my family. I never met his. We didnt make couple friends. We didnt talk about the future. We didnt need to. Our future was decided that first night, and it would take care of itself in due time. I honestly and naïvely believed that.

Now, with hindsight, I realize the bubble was strategic on his part. He gave me everything he had to give, including no promise of tomorrow.

Five years ago today, we watched the horror unfold on live television. A US-based cruise ship blown up by suicide bombers. Four thousand lives extinguished in a heartbeat. Our world permanently changed once again, our country declaring yet another war on terrorists. After 9/11 we thought wed seen everything. We were wrong.

I have to go,he said, grabbing the duffel that stood ready in the front hall closet. He called it his go bag.Id thought nothing of it.

Wherere you going?

I dont know.

When will you be back?

I dont know that either.He held my face in his hands and gazed at me, seemingly trying to memorize my every feature. I love you. Ill always love you.Then he kissed me as passionately as he ever had and was gone, out the door in a flash of camouflage.

I never saw him again.

Im not his wife or even his fiancée, so no one notified me of his whereabouts. And three months after he left, when I found a way onto the base in a desperate quest for information, no one there could tell me anything either. I tried to locate his parents and other people he mentioned, but it was like they didnt exist. I could find no record of a retired general named West in the Marine Corps, Army or Air Force.

Furthermore, an exhaustive search for information on the John West I had known led nowhere. No high school, no college, no military service, no nothing.

Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed the two years we spent together, doing mundane things like grocery shopping, cooking, watching TV and sleeping together after long days at work. But then Id remember the blissful passion, the scorching pleasure, the desire that ruled us from the beginning, and Id know I didnt dream him. I didnt dream us. We were real, and he was everything to me.

Sitting on the floor in our apartment, surrounded by boxes, I take a few minutes before the movers arrive to memorize every detail of the place where we lived together. Ive packed his things along with mine, and Im moving home to New York. Today was my deadline. I gave it five years, and I simply cant do it anymore. I cant sit in our home among our things, waiting for something thats never going to happen.

Its over. Its time for me to move on. Its probably long past time, if Im being honest with myself. And though I know its the right move at the right time, that doesnt mean my heart isnt shattering all over again as I dismantle the place where we were us.

My sister is getting married next month. I promised her Id be home in time to hold her hand through the festivities. Other than occasional trips home for holidays and other occasions, Ive been gone more than ten years. I bear no resemblance whatsoever to the girl who left home at eighteen seeking independence from her overbearing family at a faraway college out West.

I accomplished all my goals, finishing college, landing a decent job and falling in love with the man of my dreams. I found out what happens when dreams come true and how painful it is when they blow up in your face.

Its time now to set new goals, to start over, to begin a life that doesnt have John at the center of it the way it did here. Itll be nice to be back with people who love me and care about me, even if they tend toward smothering at times. Thats looking rather good to me after years of loneliness and grief.

The intercom sounds to let me know the movers are here. I pick myself up off the floor and steel my heart for the day ahead. I can do this. Ive been through worse, and Ill survive this the same way Ive survived everything else. Despite my resolve, my eyes fill with tears as I press the button that opens the door downstairs to the movers.

It doesnt take them long to pack my belongings into their truck. I keep with me the things that cant be replacedprecious photos, gifts he gave me, the clothing he left behind. After taking a final look around the apartment, I pack those boxes into my car, turn my apartment keys into the leasing office and head east, feeling as if Im leaving behind everything that ever mattered to me.

Its like Im losing him all over again. I cry all the way through the desert of Southern California and well into Arizona. I relive every minute I can remember, every conversation, every special moment. I think about what it was like to make love with him and wonder how Ill ever to do that with anyone but him. Maybe I wont. Maybe that part of my life ended with him, and even though Im only twenty-eight now, Im okay with that possibility. Once youve experienced perfection, its hard to imagine settling for anything less.

The tears finally dry up somewhere in northern Arizona, but the ache insideI take that with me all the way to New York, where I will try my very best to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and put them back together into some new version of myself.

After all, what choice do I have?

Chapter 1
Ava

My sister, Camille, doesnt do anything halfway, including get married. Shes one of those girls Id love to hate if she werent my beloved sister. Three years behind me in high school, she was class president, captain of the cheerleading squad, valedictorian and homecoming queen. Im sure the teachers who had me first wondered how the same genes couldve produced two such different sisters. Why do you think I moved so far from home to go to college and stayed there afterward? At least in San Diego, no one ever compared me to my rock star little sister.

A few weeks ago, she graduated from Yale Law School, at the top of her class, of course, and made Law Review, had offers from every big firm in the country and sported a three-carat diamond on her finger from the son of the New York governor.

Like I said, she doesnt do anything halfway. So here I am at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City, standing beside my sister as she marries Robert James Tilden III in a lavish ceremony. Did I mention shes also freaking gorgeous? Well, she is, and never more so than today. Shes glowing with happiness and excitement and unfettered joy that serves as a bitter reminder of everything Ive lost.

Pass the champagne.

If ever there was a time to get rip-roaring drunk, this is it. Rob arranged for hotel rooms for every member of the wedding party, so no one has to drive or even function after the reception. I plan to take full advantage of my new brother-in-laws generosity up to and including room service breakfast.

Camille grasps my arm as we make our way from the rooftop where the happy couple exchanged vows to the ballroom where the reception will be held. Help me pee,she whispers.

I follow her to the restroom, where an attendant greets us and congratulates the bride.

Thank you so much,Camille says with a gracious smile for the woman.

Use the handicapped stall,the attendant says. Theres more room.

Good call,I say as we enter the roomy stall where Camille teaches me how to bustle her dress. I get it pinned up as best I can and then hold it out of harms way while she hovers over the toilet to take care of business.

This wasnt in my maid-of-honor job description.

She laughs. Sorry, but this is what sisters are for. And Im so glad youre here.

Me, too.And I mean that sincerely. I love seeing you so happy.

I am happy, but Ill be even happier tomorrow. Im so ready for a vacation after planning a wedding during the last year of law school. If that doesnt kill me, nothing will. Two weeks of sand, sun, sex and booze. Bring it on.

My heart aches with envy, making me feel small and petty. What I wouldnt give for two weeks in the tropics with John. What I wouldnt give to simply know hes alive. I shake off those thoughts. This isnt the time to wallow in the past. Today is about Camille and Rob, and Im determined to keep my focus on her.

She stands and hurls herself into my arms. I love you so much, Ava. Im so glad youre back home where you belong.

Blinking back tears, I return her embrace. Love you, too.Its good to be home. Whether Im back where I belong is questionable. I have no idea anymore where I belong, but Im going to figure that out. I wouldnt want to be anywhere else but with you today.That much is certainly true.

After she washes her hands at the sink inside the stall, she hooks her arm through mine to lead me out of the restroom as the attendant looks on with amusement. Lets get this party started.

We line up outside the ballroom, and Im paired with the best man, Robs brother, Eric. My sister has married into a rather fantastic gene pool. Not only are the Tildens wealthy and successful, theyre incredibly good-looking, too. Rob is a triplet, having shared the womb with Eric and their sister Amelia, whom they call Amy. They make a striking trioRob and Amy resemble their father, with dark hair and eyes, while Eric favors their blonde, hazel-eyed mother. Despite their different coloring, theres a definite resemblance among the three of them as well as their younger sister, Julianne, a blonde spitfire whos kept us laughing all weekend.

I instantly love the Tildens and can see why my sister is gone over Rob, who dotes on her to the point of nausea for the rest of us. Ill give them a pass since its their wedding weekend, but the words get a room have frequently come to mind during the festivities.

For Christs sake,Eric mutters while we wait to be introduced. Save it for the honeymoon.

I glance over my shoulder to see Rob and Camille engaged in yet another passionate lip-lock and laugh at the look of disgust on Erics handsome face. They cant help themselves.

I need a drink. The wedding party is allowed to drink, right?

God, I hope so.

Youre up,the wedding coordinator, a peppy woman named Mimi, says after Julianne and Robs cousin Nate are introduced.

Ready?Eric asks, extending his arm to me.

I tuck my hand into the crook of his elbow. Ready.

Please join me in welcoming our best man, the brother of the groom, Eric Tilden, and our maid of honor, the sister of the bride, Ava Lucas.The DJ draws out every syllable of my name, making me Avaaaaaa Luuuuucasssss.

We walk in to thunderous applause from the nearly five hundred guests in the ballroom. Ill admit to being intimidated by the crowd and the noise, both of which have me hanging on to Eric a little more tightly.

As if he can feel my tension, Eric covers my hand on his arm with his free hand, and the gesture comforts me.

We stand on the side of the huge dance floor with the rest of the wedding party.

And now, please welcome our bride and groom, Rob and Camille Tilden!

The applause is deafening as the happy couple makes their way into the room, stopping for hugs and kisses from friends and family. Theyve been deliriously happy for two years now, ever since they met at a fundraiser for Robs dad when Camille was finishing her first year of law school. Rob managed his fathers campaign and runs his New York City office.

Can we drink yet?Eric speaks close to my ear so only I will hear him.

Counting the minutes.I glance up at him and realize hes focused on me, not the bride and groom. The subtle, rich scent of his cologne surrounds me, making me want to lean in closer to him. This is, I realize in a moment of despair, the closest Ive been to any man since the day John kissed me goodbye and disappeared from my life.

I shiver even though the room isnt cold. If anything, its overly warm.

Are you okay?Eric asks.

I nod, but my heart aches. What I wouldnt give to have the man I love with me today, to celebrate my sisters marriage, to meet my family, to dance the night away. Even in the midst of so much happiness and joy, grief overwhelms me.

Its kind of disgusting, isnt it?Eric asks as he twirls me around on the dance floor after the wedding party is invited to join the bride and groom as they dance to The Best Is Yet to Comeby Frank Sinatra.

What is?

How perfect they are.He points his chin toward Rob and Camille, who are so caught up in each other, the hundreds of other people in the room might not exist for all they care.

Its not disgusting. Theyre perfect for each other.

He pulls back ever so slightly to look down at me with an impish twinkle in his eyes. You dont think its the tiniest bit disgusting that any two people can be that gorgeous and that successful?

Ill never admit to having had a few of those thoughts myself. No, of course not. Shes my sister. Im very proud of herand happy for her.

Uh-huh. Okay. If you say so.

Why is he trying to bait me? I say so.

You dont think its the tiniest bit unfair that they got it alllooks, smarts, true love, great jobs and a fab apartment? How much you want to bet theyre going to have ugly kids?

Its such an outrageous statement that I cant contain the gurgle of nervous laughter that erupts from my chest.

Ah-ha! I knew it! You totally think their kids will be ugly.

I do not! Dont say that. Hes your brother. Youre supposed to love him.

I do love him, but sometimes I want to punch his lights out. Everything comes so easily to him. Hes never had to really work for anything in his life.

And you have?

Ive worked hard for everything I have. Still do.

What do you do?

I spend years researching a single company for the fund I work for, only to be shot down when I bring it to the acquisitions team. Then I have to find another company, spend years working on that proposal and hope it doesnt get shot down, too. Im one-for-four over three years.

That sounds rather…”

Depressing?

Is it?

It can be. Its a major bummer to invest all that time and effort only to be shot down at committee.He leans in a little closer, again closer than any man has been to me since John left. Ill let you in on a little secret. Those companies I spend all that time researching?

I nod, intrigued by his secret.

Ive invested personally in every one of them, and theyve yielded spectacular results.

Then the time wasnt wasted.

Not at all.He gazes down at me, seeming to take a visual inventory of my features in a way that reminds me of John doing the same thing the night we metand again on the day he walked out of my life. The memory hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. Youre very pretty, but of course you know that.

The most beautiful girl I ever met. Johns husky, sexy voice pops into my head, and Im transported right back to the bedroom we painted a light gray, the bed we chose together, the sheets tangled around our bodies as he made fierce love to me, whispering sweet words Ive never forgotten.

Ava? Are you okay?

Erics voice startles me, sucking me out of memories I wish I could wallow in. They come less frequently than they used to, and I live in fear of losing them forever at some point.

Ava?

I glance up at him, embarrassed to realize hes stopped moving and is looking at me with concern.

IIm sorry.

I didnt mean to upset you.

You didnt.

The rest of the wedding party, including the bride and groom, are looking at us, wondering why we arent dancing the way were supposed to.

Lets get a drink,Eric says.

But the dance…”

Screw the dance.He takes me by the hand and leads me to one of five bars strategically positioned around the massive ballroom. Whats your pleasure?

Just ice water, please.

He orders my water along with bourbon for himself. Lets get some air.

We take our drinks to a balcony where the warm June breeze is a welcome relief after the stifling ballroom.

Did I screw up by saying youre pretty?

No, of course not.Im mortified by the episode. Right when I think Im regaining my footing, a memory of John appears to show me otherwise. Sometimes I think Im no further along on this journey than I was the day he left.

Well, just for the record, you are very pretty. More than that, really. Gorgeous is a far better word. That was my first thought when I met you at the rehearsal.

Thank you.Hes flirting with me, and Im so out of practice, I have no idea how to respond.

Youre sure youre okay?

Im better now. It was hot in there.

Yes, it was. Camille said you just moved back to New York from San Diego. Whatd you do out there?

Fell in love with the most extraordinary man who disappeared from my life five years ago. II worked in PR.

Is that right? Julianne is in PR. She knows everyone. I bet she can help you find a new job. If youre looking, that is.

I am, and thatd be great. I have feelers out all over the city, but I have a feeling its more about who you know than what you know here.My goal is to live and work in the city so I can get out of my parentshouse in Purchase as soon as possible. After one month at home, I already know Ive been gone too long to go back to living at home long-term. My parents are lovely, and they mean well, but they dote on me like Im twelve rather than twenty-eight, and Im wounded enough that it would be easy to let them take care of me indefinitely.

Well set you up.

He says that with the easy confidence of a man with connections. As the son of the governor, hes probably fat with connections, and Im not above taking advantage of who his family knows to jumpstart my life in New York City.

After a few minutes outside, we rejoin the party. Were seated together at the head table, where we enjoy a delicious meal of tenderloin and shrimp. Eric entertains me with hilarious stories about growing up Tilden and how their parents had to ban practical jokes between the siblings out of fear of them burning the house down.

Despite the crowded room and the revelry all around us, in some ways I feel like were on a date by ourselves. He gives me his full attention, except when someone comes up to say hello to him. Then he introduces me as Camilles sister, Ava, and includes me in the conversation. Hes charming and fun and funny and handsome, and Im not sure if its him or the champagne that has me slightly dazzled, but whatever it is, Im having more fun than Ive had in years.

Mimi, the wedding planner, shows up after dinner with a cordless microphone that she hands to Eric. Youre on.

Oh crap,he says to me. I forgot I have to make a speech. What should I say?

Seriously?

Nah,he says, chuckling at my horrified expression. I got this.

He stands and loudly clears his throat into the microphone. If I could have your attention, please.When the room goes quiet, he says, This is the part of the program where the best man is supposed to humiliate the groom with embarrassing stories that make the bride wonder what the hell she was thinking marrying such a jerk.

Laughter ripples through the big room as Rob glares at him.

Sadly for me and the rest of you, Rob doesnt do embarrassing things. I knowIts not fair and sort of wrong that someone could live to be thirty-two without a truly embarrassing story to his name. But thats our Rob. Focused, brilliant and, despite a startling lack of flaws, fun to be around. And from all accounts, hes found in Camille someone whos just like him.Sobering, he says, Rob, weve been together a long time.

More laughter follows that statement.

And even though youre only five minutes older than me, youve been an awesome big brother and best friend. I love you, and on behalf of everyone here, I wish you and Camille the best of everything. Congratulations.

Rob stands to hug his brother while everyone else applauds.

Watching them together makes me feel emotional, which is odd because Id never met either of them before two days ago. Still, their obvious affection for each otherand the multiple glasses of champagne Ive consumedmade it a sweet moment to witness.

Your turn,Eric says, handing me the mic.

Taking the mic from him, I stand and wobble ever so slightly, cursing the champagne.

Erics hand on my back steadies me. I give him a grateful smile. Unlike Rob,I say into the mic, Camille had an awkward stage.

My sister groans, laughs and drops her face into her hands as her husband puts his arm around her.

She got a big idea to cut her hair super short right before middle school started. That was an unfortunate decision. She was also the girl whod come out of the restroom in a restaurant with a trail of toilet paper attached to her foot.

No!Camille cried. You did not just mention the toilet paper on my wedding day!

Thats all Ive got,I reply. Like your husband, youre too freaking perfect and obviously perfectly matched to each other. We can only hope that the six children youre sure to have will be high achievers like their parents.

Aint nobody having six kids,Camille says, cracking everyone up.

I just want to say that youre a wonderful little sister and friend. I love you, and I wish you and Rob a lifetime of the kind of joy and happiness youre feeling today.

Hear, hear.Eric raises his glass to the bride and groom, whore indulging in yet another passionate kiss.

And,I say, before surrendering the mic, on behalf of the entire wedding party, Id like to add one more thingGet a room. Please, get a room.

The comment, fueled by champagne, is met with wild applause from the rest of the wedding party.

Got one,Rob says with a dirty grin when the ruckus dies down. Gonna use the hell out of it later.

Shut up, Rob!Camille cries, punching his chest.

That leads to more kissing.

Booze,Eric says, standing. We need more booze.

Take me with you. Please, take me with you.

You got it.

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Author Marie Force

Author Marie Force

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

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

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

Where to find Marie Force
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Release Day + Giveaway – KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight) by Jennifer Rebecca

KISS ME GOODNIGHT Release Day

Today is release day for KISS ME GOODNIGHT, the fourth book in the adult romantic suspense/mystery series, Claire Goodnight, by Jennifer Rebecca. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight #4) by Jennifer Rebecca

KISS ME GOODNIGHT (Claire Goodnight #4) by Jennifer Rebecca

About the Book
Title: KISS ME GOODNIGHT
Series:  Claire Goodnight #4
Author: Jennifer Rebecca
Release Date: October 8, 2018
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense/Mystery
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Synopsis
Detective Claire Goodnite is finally marrying her sexy SAIC, Wesley O’Connell in this suspenseful conclusion to the series.

The hall has been booked, the flowers have been ordered, and the invitations have been sent. Everything is finally falling into place for the happy couple, or so it seems.

That is until a hunter the likes of the old DC Sniper has his sights set on New Jersey Law Enforcement and suddenly the thin blue line has a big, old target painted on their backs. It’s open season on police officers and federal agents alike. She might be the best damn detective in the state of New Jersey but even this case has Claire running for her life.

Not to mention the loss of one of her inner circle seems to have shook something loose in her mind. Claire’s memories of that long ago day when she was taken from her home as a child are surfacing one after another. But will she remember before it’s too late?

It’s like they always say, every story has its ending.

Are you ready for this one?

It’s gonna sting.

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Excerpt
There is a marching band pounding away in my brain.

I must have had too much to drink at the rehearsal dinner last night. I think. I have to get my ass ready for today—my wedding day—because if I don’t, my bestie, Emma, will have my ass.

I pry my eyes open, only then do I realize that I am not in our hotel room on the coast. I’m not in the luxury king sized bed full of fluffy euro pillows and down comforters near a window looking out at the Atlantic Ocean. I’m not where I should be. It takes my brain a minute, still feeling as fuzzy as it is, to realize that I’m not . . . safe.

The light shines through the wooden slats of the closet doors just the way that it is in my dreams.

I’m here. Right back where I started. Where I thought I would die when I was so small. Just a baby really. Where I once escaped and had naively thought I would never be back. I scoot back on the worn, torn carpet floor of the closet that I was locked in once before, until my back hits the wall. I try to make myself as small as possible hoping against all hope that he won’t see me. But as I hear the footsteps growing louder and louder, I know that there is no hope to be found. No hope at all.

The closet door swings open and I realize how stupid I have been. All this time that I struggled, that I suffered from those terrible nightmares and prayed that they would either end or I would finally remember who had tried to harm me when I was just six years old. All those times I thought I was safe, that I was free, were really nothing but lies because looking down at me with a sinister smile on his face in this little house of horrors from my haunted past is the last person I ever would have thought would be capable of this kind of thing.

I was never free, I was living under the watchful eye of a monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing just waiting for their chance to pounce. His smile broadens and his eyes glimmer with excitement in the knowledge that he’s won. It’s finally over. This game of cat and mouse that we have been silently engaged in for twenty-four years is ending.

He pulls his leather belt free from his pants and loops it around my neck. I look up into his warm eyes, ones that I had always trusted as he tightens the leather around my neck.

“It’s you. It was always you,” I say as suddenly every memory finally clicks into place. Anna would be so proud.

I gasp as the air is squeezed out of my lungs. I struggle to pull more in even though in my brain I know that it isn’t possible. Maybe this is how it was always supposed to be. Maybe this is how my story was always supposed to end. My name is Detective Claire Goodnite and I’m about to die.

You know what they say, every story has its ending, I just wish I was prepared for this one.

I can already tell that this one’s gonna sting . . .

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Book 1: TELL ME A STORY
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Book 2: TUCK ME IN TIGHT
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Book 3: SAY A SWEET PRAYER
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Author Jennifer Rebecca

Author Jennifer Rebecca

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

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

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

Where to Find Jennifer Rebecca
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Release Day – Excerpt + Giveaway – WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE Release Day

Welcome to the blog tour for WHEN YOU BECAME MINE, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by A.S. Teague. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

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Title: WHEN YOU BECAME MINE
Author: by A.S. Teague
Release Date: October 4, 2018
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: GoodreadsAmazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
I was twelve years old when I fell in love with Piper Kelley. Even at the age of eight, she was everything I wasn’t: brave, bold, and beautiful.

The night of my college graduation party, I finally made my move, but Piper only had eyes for one man—my younger brother.

With a battered heart, I left for Vegas, determined to put her behind me. But eight years later, fate proved once again that it had never cared about my plans.

Now, I’m back home, and determined not to fall into the same trap I spent the majority of my adolescence trying to escape.

But when Piper finds herself at the risk of losing her medical license, I realize just how far I’m willing to go to protect her.

I was twelve when Piper Kelley became mine.

It’s time I let her know.

 

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Excerpt #2
The knock on the door startled me, and I jumped up from where I’d been sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Piper, are you crying?” Hampton’s voice was muffled through the doorway.

Sniffing, I swiped the tears away from under my eyes and pulled in a deep breath through my nose before opening the door.

Worry filled his face as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m fine.”

His eyes narrowed and he peered around me into my room, his gaze landing on my television. “Oh my God, are you watching those stupid infomercials again?”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I huffed, “They aren’t stupid. Those damn kids get me every time.”

I pulled the door open wider and he sauntered in.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked, my eyes going around him to Smith. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming to dinner.”

Smith grinned. “Had a rare night off.”

Hampton’s eyes scanned me. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

I rolled my eyes and shuffled away. “I was taking a quick nap. That last shift was brutal. And then I had this dream about Channing Tatum that was rather disturbing. I turned the TV on to clear my head and got sucked in.”

He pulled at the end of my hair and then walked back into the hallway. “Funny, I just had a dream about him too. He was naked in mine. Was he naked in yours?”

“Channing is always naked in my dreams,” Smith quipped, winking at me behind Hampton’s back.

“I wish,” I told him over my shoulder, pulling a pair of jeans over my ass. “No, his foot was falling off. And I didn’t have the equipment to sew it back on.” I shuddered at the memory. “I cannot wait until I’m out of the ER. I was not made for gaping wounds.”

Hampton chuckled. “You’re going to be a pediatrician and you can’t stand wounds? You do realize that kids get hurt more than any other group of people, right?”

I rolled my eyes again, but this time at the floor. “I’m hoping to deal more with the flu. Injuries are your thing, remember?”

Hampton had just finished his residency. His test scores had blown everyone else in his class out of the water. He was on his way to being the top trauma surgeon in the state. I couldn’t have been prouder of him.

Checking his watch, he muttered, “Think I’ve got time for a shower?”

I pulled a shirt over my head, my response muffled. “Nope.” Pulling my long blond hair out of the neck of my shirt, I finished. “But have we ever been on time?”

“Good point.” Hampton turned on his heel and made a bee line for his bedroom. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Don’t let Smith in with you. We’ll never get there,” I shouted at them as they retreated down the narrow hall to Hampton’s bedroom.

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Author A.S. Teague

Author A.S. Teague

About the Author
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn’t have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.

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Where to Find A.S. Teague
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Cover Reveal – FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr

FINDING MY FIGHT Cover Reveal

Author R.G. Corr is revealing the cover to FINDING MY FIGHT, a stand-alone adult romantic suspense, releasing October 25, 2018. See below for the cover, information on the book, pre-order links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr

FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr

About the Book
Title:
FINDING MY FIGHT
Author:  R.G. Corr
Release Date: October 23, 2018
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
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Synopsis
A perfect marriage? A beautiful home? Things are not always as they seem.

To everyone they knew, Ginny’s life with Blake Daniels was perfect. When Blake’s job takes them away from home and the friends Ginny has known since childhood, things start to change. On their own, in an isolated house, the man who held Ginny up through her mother’s passing is no longer the kind, supportive man she thought she’d married. In his place now resides a cruel beast whose only desire is to control her. Ginny’s life as she knows it, becomes indelibly marked with every bruise he leaves on her, and every callous word he sends her way.

When the unthinkable happens, Ginny is forced to find the strength she needs to leave and rebuild her life without Blake. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what was still to come. Ginny believed the nightmare was over, but it was only just beginning. Her husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here.

For her.

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FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr (Full Cover)

FINDING MY FIGHT by R.G. Corr (Full Cover)

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Excerpt
He can’t be back. It’s impossible.

My breaths come thick and fast as I run frantically down the road. Peering around the edge of my hood, I check over my shoulder. I can’t see him. But just because I don’t see him, doesn’t mean he isn’t there… biding his time.

Hopelessness shrouds me as reminders of him continue to attack my mind. Blake… he can’t be here. He can’t be back. It’s impossible.  The rushed pounding of my boots landing on the concrete causes my panic to surge. I want to cry out but what if he hears me?

Stumbling the last step to the house, I drop my keys and shopping bag to the ground below, the contents spilling over the path around my feet. A sob catches in my throat as I desperately pick up the key. I have to get inside, away from him. Raising my right hand, I try to steady the trembling with my left. When the key slides into the lock and the click sounds, I push on the door with all my weight, almost falling inside.

Leaving the shopping splayed outside, I spin around and slam the door closed. The echo reverberates around the small hallway, but I don’t pause for a second. I twist the lock and jerk the chain across. Only then, as I lean back against the door, do I fight to take control of my breaths.

How can this be happening? How can he be here?

My head judders from side to side in a state of shock and disbelief. The first tear forms before more follow, falling to my cheek.

The freedom I’ve had a taste of is now at an end. He warned me it would always be us, no matter what. He won’t let me go twice, and I know I won’t be able to survive. Not again.

Hesitantly, I tread into the kitchen. The room appears uncharacteristically dark, but I don’t put on a light. I don’t want to be seen. My focus flitters from corner to corner, door to door, searching for anything that is out of place—but everything appears to be how I left it.

I move towards the window, standing back as far out of sight as I can. Gently, my fingers slide in between the blinds so I can peer outside.

Dark clouds make their way across the sky, droplets of rain are starting to fall again, and the trees sway with the impending storm that’s been predicted. I scan over the few people that are walking down the path on the opposite side of the road.

When I don’t see him, I look beyond, to the open fields.

“Where are you?” I say out loud. “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead!”

Withdrawing my fingers from the blinds, I move quickly to the cutlery drawer and take out a sharp knife.

“Dead!” I whisper in desperation. The fear encroaches as I think of the unimaginable and the possibility that somehow my husband is still alive.

I retreat until my back hits the wall. Like I did months ago when I knew he was near. When I knew it was time.

I tighten my grip on the cold metal of the knife knowing that this time, I have no choice but to be ready for him.

My mouth feels dry, and I lick my lips reliving what fear feels like. The hairs on the back of my neck now stand on end and my heart thumps louder, taking over the silence.

My legs slowly start to give way, and I slide down the wall as a broken sob rips from my chest.

I thought the nightmare had ended, but as I sit, gulping back my cries in an attempt to remain quiet, I fear it’s only just beginning.

My husband is back, and there’s only one reason he’s here. For me.

When a voice calls out, my body jolts against the wall. The letterbox rattles as he calls my name through the opening.

My fingers tighten around the knife in my palm. He won’t hurt me. Not again.

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Author R.G. Corr

Author R.G. Corr

About the Author
R.G. Corr is a mum of three who has had an overactive imagination for many years. A discussion with a friend at a soft play area, amidst the noise and mayhem of toddlers, finally convinced her to put pen to paper and create her first novel.

R.G. lives in Nottinghamshire, England and although Sherwood Forest is just down the road, she prefers the sight and sounds of Holywell Bay in Cornwall to provide the inspiration she desires. It has become one of her most loved places.

When R.G. is not working or writing, you’ll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book boyfriend.

 

 

 

 

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – ASCENSION (Avalon) by E.A. Weston

ASCENSION Book Blitz
Welcome to the book blitz for AVALON, the third book in the new adult fantasy/paranormal romance series, Avalon, by USA Today bestselling author, E.A. Weston. See below for information the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ASCENSION (Avalon #3) by E.A. Weston

ASCENSION (Avalon #3) by E.A. Weston

About the Book
Title: ASCENSION
Series: Avalon #3
Author: E.A. Weston
Release Date: October 2, 2018
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | iBooks

Synopsis
From USA Today bestselling author E.A. Weston comes the final book in the award winning Avalon series.

After encountering a fairy in the human world Reagan Lunasa learned to love again. Following her heart and the prince of fairies she crossed into another realm, where her life was put at risk time after time.

Escaping the torment of Connor’s wrath, Reagan returns to her home in Faircrest with the beloved princess of Avalon, someone who was long thought dead. Learning to co-exist and help each other through hard times Reagan is soon eager to get moving with her life. Soon, Reagan, Aurelia, Brokk, and Claudia are crossing back into Avalon with determination.

Intent on finding her prince, Reagan sets out on a path to her true love. Nothing will stop her or come between them again not even an all out battle between good and evil. With plans to follow Killian into battle, Reagan soon learns that the best laid plans don’t always go the way they were intended. Ghosts from her past resurface forcing Reagan to make a choice that could tear her world apart forever.

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Prologue
250 years ago in Avalon

I watch the new arrivals as they march through the gate behind me. Some of us fairies arrived early as a sign of respect, but some are just now showing up, disgusting. Each of them smiles as they are assigned their room, and I wonder who I will be stuck with. I am not here to make friends or please anyone, no, I’m here to become a fierce warrior so that one day I can protect what is mine.

“Hello,” a deep voice says.

“Hello,” I reply. My eyes take in the fairy standing before me, his tall, lean body, with his black hair just like the rest of the warrior born fairies, but this one, there’s something different about him.

“I am Rowan,” he says holding out his hand.

“Connor,” I reply, gripping his hand in return.

I watch as he places some small items on the footrest and scowl, trinkets. What good will they do him here? We are here to become warriors not miss the female fairies. He smiles when he places a small stone onto the surface.

“You have a female,” I ask.

“Indeed, my true mate,” he smiles at me lighting up his whole face.

“Congratulations,” I reply then leave the small confined space. I pace the stone walkway until my anger simmers. How can he have his true mate so soon, he is not but my age. A horn sounds, snapping me from my thoughts and I march into the field to wait my orders. Rowan stops next to me still smiling, but I plan to wipe it from his face. We hold our heads high while we are instructed on what to do.

“Swordplay,” I hiss.

“You do not like swordplay?” he questions.

“No, I prefer the real thing,” I snap.

He answers with a chuckle, and I feel my anger rise again. He is too cavalier, too…smiley to be a warrior.

“Ah, you made it,” our instructor says to him.

“Indeed I did,” Rowan says, in return. They share a secret smile, which has my hands clenching into fists.

“You may take your leave,” we are told before the instructor walks away.

“Have fun sword playing,” Rowan grins as he walks away from me.

I watch him while I cut down my warrior brother with my wooden sword. Rowan has the eyes of most of our instructors and many of our warrior brothers. I can’t seem to stop the snarl that curls my lip.

“You do not like the prince,” my partner asks.

“What?”

“The crown prince,” he nods to where Rowan is now laughing with his sparring partner.

“You must be mistaken,” I reply.

“I am not. That is Prince Rowan, I have been to many revelries to know who he is,” my partner replies. “Just last summer he bonded with the princess of the summer court,” he tells me.

“Of course, I did hear that,” I reply. His true mate, a princess, of course it would be, for who else would the Goddess create for the beloved Prince of Avalon but an equally beloved Princess.

“You do not look pleased,” my partner says with watching eyes.

“I am indeed,” I reply forcing a smile to my lips. “The prince, here with us,” I sigh. Just the fairy I have always wanted to meet.

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Author E.A. Weston

Author E.A. Weston

About the Author
E.A. Weston  is a USA Today bestselling author of New Adult contemporary, paranormal, and Fantasy romance novels. By day she stays at home with her daughter but each night she slips away to spin her tales and gets lost in her fantasy worlds.

As an avid reader, E.A. Weston enjoys anything with a bit of romance and a paranormal twist. When she’s not writing or devouring her latest read, she can be found spending time with her family or watching movies.

E.A. Weston was born and raised in Dublin Ireland, She now resides in southern California/

 

 

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Release Day + Giveaway – WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE Release Day

Today is release day for WHEN YOU BECAME MINE, a stand-alone new adult contemporary romance, by A.S. Teague. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

WHEN YOU BECAME MINE by A.S. Teague

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: WHEN YOU BECAME MINE
Author: by A.S. Teague
Release Date: October 4, 2018
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: GoodreadsAmazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU

Synopsis
I was twelve years old when I fell in love with Piper Kelley. Even at the age of eight, she was everything I wasn’t: brave, bold, and beautiful.

The night of my college graduation party, I finally made my move, but Piper only had eyes for one man—my younger brother.

With a battered heart, I left for Vegas, determined to put her behind me. But eight years later, fate proved once again that it had never cared about my plans.

Now, I’m back home, and determined not to fall into the same trap I spent the majority of my adolescence trying to escape.

But when Piper finds herself at the risk of losing her medical license, I realize just how far I’m willing to go to protect her.

I was twelve when Piper Kelley became mine.

It’s time I let her know.

 

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Excerpt
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering as his thumb swiped the last bit of moisture from my face. “I love this song.”

My brows wrinkled and I strained my ears to hear what song was playing. “Yeah.” I forced a small smile and let my eyes flutter shut. My body began to sway with the music, and I let the artist’s soulful voice wash over me. “Maybe one day I’ll get to dance at their concert.”

Lawson moved and I opened my eyes to see him stand. Jumping from the last two steps, he turned back to me, his hand outstretched. “Why wait?”

With a soft smile on his face, his eyes sparkled as he asked, “Dance with me?”

I shook my head. “No, uh, I’m not really good.”

He laughed, the sound warming me. “Me neither. Come on.”

What the hell?

I stood and brushed off the back of my pants, hesitating. Who was this guy? His smile widened, and he winked—Lawson Reed, the nerdiest man I knew actually winked at me, before giving his outstretched hand a little shake. With a lift of my shoulders, I sucked in a breath before stepping into his open arms.

It was strange at first, but when he pulled me in close I rested my head on his chest, desperate for any morsel of comfort I could get. His heart beat strong, steady, in rhythm with my own. I allowed my lids to flutter shut again and I inched myself closer, holding Lawson impossibly tighter while he slowly rocked me back and forth.

The music played, and I got lost in the words.

The way they felt.

The way Lawson felt.

The way I felt in Lawson’s arms.

All too soon, the song ended, and a more upbeat one took its place.

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Author A.S. Teague

Author A.S. Teague

About the Author
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn’t have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.

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Book Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – WHO (Stalker) by Megan Mitcham

WHO Book Blitz

Welcome to the book blitz for WHO, the first book in the adult psychological romantic thriller series, Stalker, by USA Today bestselling author, Megan Mitcham. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

WHO (Stalker #1) by Megan Mitcham

WHO (Stalker #1) by Megan Mitcham

About the Book
Title: WHO
Series: Stalker #1
Author: Megan Mitcham
Release Date: October 2, 2018
Genre: Adult Psychological Romantic Thriller
Links: Goodreads | AmazonAmazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay | Stalker Series | Who Page

Synopsis
A billionaire in high heels. A relentless stalker. A chance rooftop meeting. Her choices could send everything crashing down.

Billionaire Larkin Ashford is fiercely independent, but even she has to admit her fashion empire was built on the backs of brides. When her company has the opportunity to go public, her board of directors won’t pull the trigger unless she settles down. A series of threatening messages aren’t making her decision any easier. As she retreats to her rooftop hideaway to clear her head, she finds herself imprisoned in the strong arms of a mysterious man who thinks she was about to jump.

Despite her friends’ warnings that her wannabe savior could be her stalker, she can’t get his body off her mind. Determined to find the truth, she searches the city for her mystery man and discovers a dark secret that could bring everything she’s worked for crashing down. With her empire in danger, she’ll have to uncover the truth before her fortune and her life zero out.

Who is the first standalone novel in a pulse-pounding psychological thriller series. If you like headstrong women, steamy chemistry, and twists you won’t see coming, then you’ll love Megan Mitcham’s high-rise romantic thriller.

Buy Who to live the high life with a sleek, sexy billionaire psychological thriller soon!

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Larkin wrestled out of her red jacket, hating that it was tailored so snugly. Though that’s exactly how she’d wanted it when the world wasn’t falling down around her. The fabric slipped from her fingers as she pushed toward the raised ledge. A chill kissed her bare arms and neck. She yanked the blouse from the prim tuck at her waist and pulled the pins from her conservative chignon. Wind carried her hair away from her face. Why not her troubles too?

The low wall stopped her momentum with the unforgivingness of a thousand-foot concrete barrier. Her hands trembled so, and she dared not look over the ledge. Instead, she stared at the soldered bands of gold and diamonds on her right ring finger. It called her a fool. Bile and panic churned her insides.

Why?

She ripped her mother’s wedding set from her hand and clutched it in the center of her fist. A scream, long and brutal, ripped from her throat. It cursed the sky and the stars, the land and the water, and the blood flowing through her veins.

With rage came not only tears but also sure hands. Larkin slapped the streams from her cheek, hiked the pencil skirt as high as it would go, and hopped her almost exposed ass onto the ledge. The concrete threatened to freeze her to the spot. Carefully, she turned and faced the city. In her palm, the rings burned a hole.

Time to release the past, but first, she had to confront it.

Larkin lifted her fist into the air, reared back, and—

Imposing arms banded Larkin’s waist and yanked her from the wall. Skin and patent leather scraped across the gritty surface. The torso her back slammed into was as unrelenting as the concrete. Her replenished supply of oxygen exited her lungs in a whoosh … without so much as a goodbye.

A fresh form of panic took hold. Larkin screamed, but no sound left her gaping mouth. She put the fancy shoes to work, kicking indestructible shins. Her fists met with muscle-hardened brawn. His free hand pinned her right arm to his side.

“Lady, you picked the wrong rooftop.” The stranger shook her.

If only she’d brought her purse, she’d have her gun. But no. Maybe she could play cooperative until an opportunity to escape presented itself. Christ knew screaming wouldn’t do any good, even if she had the breath for it. That was why she came up here when the world got too rough—so they couldn’t hear her release.

She could see inside a thousand windows—and if someone in any one of them looked, they would see her—but they wouldn’t hear her. Her office and apartment had spectacular views, but she never took the time to study or truly appreciate them. Not until she came up here. And look where that had gotten her.

“Stop fighting,” the man’s low voice demanded.

The cold suddenly imposed a threat to her life. Who the hell could survive a frozen spine? It must have frozen because, as he commanded, she stilled. Her mind continued to run rampant, calculating angles and dismissing them in rapid fire.

“I have money.” Larkin’s throat hardly allowed the words to pass.

“Well, thank you.” He stepped away from the edge of the building, carrying her along with him.

Hope bloomed.

“You reaffirmed my lifestyle choices.”

Then the madman laughed, and her hope died.

“Let me go.” Larkin poured as much demand into her voice as she could muster.

“So you can splat your brains on the pavement and the cops can pin it on me? No thanks.”

“What are you talking about?” Larkin tried to turn her head, to get a better read on the crazy person who held her in the unbreakable grip of his arms, but shadows shrouded his features. “Who are you?”

“Your guardian angel, sweetheart.”

His deep baritone rumbled in her ear. He didn’t feel like a guardian angel. And then a far-off bulb lit. Larkin’s hair smacked her cheeks with every vehement shake.

“I’m not trying to kill myself.”

“Right.”

“Are you going to rape me?”

He scoffed, and the heat of his breath coursed down her neck. “Lady, I just saved your life. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then let me go.”

The stranger turned away from the view. His heavy boots took another step in the direction of the manhole. He lowered her what seemed like three feet, and her quaking shoes hit the ground. The cuff of his arm slid from her waist.

Larkin held perfectly still, afraid it was a trick. Her knees conspired against her, shaking and rattling her bones together.

“I hope your night gets better,” the stranger said from just behind her.

On wobbly heels, she turned her head to look up at the man who scared the shit out of her and could have done her real harm. Her gaze lifted higher and higher, shot wider and wider still to encompass the mountain behind her. The collar of a leather jacket flipped up points to a stubble-covered jaw. Dark, almost black eyes studied her from under the brim of shaggy onyx hair. A jaw made for crushing bone flexed.

His head tilted, and light caught the edge of his face. Bubbles and recesses lined the other side of his face from the point of his dark eye to the hinge of his jaw. The red scar was the stuff of horror movies. But the intensity of his gaze forced her heart into her throat, blocking her screams yet again.

Larkin eyed the manhole, twelve feet away, and ran for her life.

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Author Megan Mitcham

Author Megan Mitcham

About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest & Goodreads. For news, giveaways, and exclusive offers sign up for her newsletter at www.meganmitcham.com!
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Blog Tour + Giveaway – AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE by Patricia B. Tighe

AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE Blog Tour

Welcome to the blog tour for AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE, a stand-alone young adult contemporary romance, by Patricia B. Tighe. See below for information on the book, buy links, and details on her giveaway.

AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE by Patricia B. Tighe

AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE by Patricia B. Tighe

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: AMANDA VS. THE UNIVERSE
Author: Patricia B. Tighe
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2018
Genre:
 Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon A

Synopsis
Even after a couple of months, sixteen-year-old Amanda Bryson is still nursing a broken heart. And now her parents are forcing her to attend the traditional summer family vacation in New Mexico. She’d much rather be home taking care of her sick great-grandmother than doing chores and dealing with her brother and his friends.

But when they arrive, Amanda learns that the studio of local potter and friend Cady Sanders has been hit by taggers. Not only that, but the older woman broke her foot chasing them off. Now Amanda has the chance to give back by helping out—with the added perk of no thoughts of her ex, or family chores, or obnoxious brothers.

There’s only one problem. Cady’s nephew, Kyle Young, is staying with her for the summer. He’s surly, ridiculously cute, and clearly doesn’t want her around. That makes two of them. But as Amanda and Kyle compete for Cady’s attention, they find they have a lot in common, including a growing attraction. But is Amanda ready to date again? Or will Kyle, despite his intense gazes, turn out to be just as jerky as her ex?

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Author Patricia B. Tighe

Author Patricia B. Tighe

About the Author
The mother of two grown sons, Patricia B. Tighe lives in West Texas with her husband and two dogs. Her love of the written word caused her to get a journalism degree from Texas A&M University in 1980 and an MA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in 2008. When not writing or reading, she can be found walking the dogs or yelling at the TV during an NFL game. She’s also a fan of British TV shows. Downton Abbey, anyone?

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