Welcome to the book blitz for ROOSTER, the eighth book in the adult contemporary romance series, Devil’s Boneyard MC, by Harley Wylde. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
ROOSTER (Devil’s Boneyard MC Series #8) by Harley Wylde
Alora I’ve prided myself on being a strong, independent woman and not needing anyone. I didn’t become a bestselling author by the age of twenty out of pure dumb luck. I worked my tail off to get as far as I have. But there are few perks to having a man in my life. Laughter, romance, and companionship. Battery operated boyfriends can only do so much. Too bad the guy who sets me on fire is a bossy biker who wants to claim me. No way I’m letting him label me as property. Nope. Not happening. Doesn’t matter if he does make my knees weak and my heart race. I’m not giving in!
Rooster Of all the women to capture my interest, it had to be the most stubborn, sexy, adorable woman on the planet. I love her mind, her sense of humor, and the way she fills out a pair of shorts. I don’t even mind that she’s an exhibitionist, as long as no one touches. Doesn’t matter to me her uncles were both rotten to the core. The Devil’s Fury may think she belongs to them, but I have other plans. Alora will be mine — no matter the cost.
WARNING: Rooster is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series. There are adult situations and bad language. No cliffhanger. Happily-ever-after and laughter guaranteed!
Excerpt #1: The front door nearly rattled off the hinges when someone started pounding on it. If I hadn’t known King Kong was a fictional character, I’d think he was on my porch. What the hell?
I narrowed my eyes in the direction of the front entry and went to answer it. It wasn’t like I knew anyone in town. I’d only been here a month, which made it doubtful I’d pissed anyone off — yet. I yanked it open, ready to tear into whoever was on the other side, but stopped and stared.
The man arched his eyebrows and tipped his sunglasses down enough to peer over the top of them. God, why did I find that so sexy? He’d braced an arm against the doorframe and his muscles bulged. I licked my lips and tried to remember how to speak. As my gaze skimmed over him, it snagged on the black leather over his shoulders. Fuck. It was one of the bikers.
Rooster – Devil’s Boneyard MC.
“You going to let me in, a ghrá?”
His voice sent chills down my spine and my nipples hardened against my thin tank. He smirked, clearly knowing the effect he had on me. Asshole.
“I don’t let strangers into my home,” I said. I peered over his shoulder and saw another man on a motorcycle at the curb. It seemed only one of them wanted to come into the house. Thank goodness for small favors.
He leaned in, the scent of cinnamon and cloves making me want to breathe in deep. “But we’re not strangers. You’re Twister’s niece, which makes you Devil’s Fury property. Since we consider them family, that makes you mine.”
Author Harley Wylde
About the Author Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!
Welcome to the book blitz for PRIDE AND PARANORMAL, the first book in the adult paranormal romance series, Souls and Shadows, by USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Blake. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
PRIDE AND PARANORMAL (Souls and Shadows Series #1) by Adrienne Blake
Synopsis What do love potions and banshee karaoke have to do with one of the greatest enemies-to-lovers’ tales of all time? Everything.
Izzy is the only responsible witch in her poor family of misfits and as such, she has duties to uphold. But a hot, mysterious, and infuriating warlock is determined to get in the way.
When the rich and handsome Fitz Darcy blows into town, sparks fly.
The wrong kind…
He has earned her ire as much as her eye with his constant harsh words and acts, but what will happen when a bit of magic goes awry, and Izzy needs the help of this powerful man she claims to hate?
Will Izzy’s pride get in the way of saving her family’s welfare and reputation? Find out in this witty, funny, fantasy retelling of Pride & Prejudice.
Pride and Paranormal by Adrienne Blake. A magical enemies-to-lovers story filled with witches, warlocks, and vampires on the road to their happy-ever-after. This book is the first in the series of Souls and Shadows but reads as a standalone romance.
Excerpt #4 The temperature dropped even more, and I shivered. Then, to the coven’s astonishment, a faint figure appeared under the apex of the wand lights, shrouded in a kind of gray vapor. The person was tiny, and at first, I thought it was a child, but then the mists cleared, and I saw it was a young woman. She was possibly in her twenties, but it was hard to say because her face…
I wanted to cry, not just because the skin on her cheeks bore the marks of fire, but also because I could feel her pain; we all could—we were one in the circle, joined in spirit by a common chi.
Timidly she turned, almost as surprised to find herself where she was as we were to see her among us. I wondered, was she a ghost or a demon? I had little experience with either, so it was hard to say, but I could sense no malevolence in her, only a deep yearning. I wished I could read her mind as clearly as her emotions.
She mouthed something, but had no voice, and I found myself aching to hear what she had to say to us. She reached out her hands, beseeching, but we dared not break the circle and reach back—there was no way to know who or what she was, and like it or not, some spirits were evil. And even if someone did happen to extend a hand, the ethereal-looking spirit might disappear at the slightest touch.
Frustrated, the small woman turned in the circle, her black-eyed, lifeless gaze falling on each and every one of us—until at last, she faced me. I felt a sudden sense of joy as she smiled, and her hands rose again, imploring, asking for Gaia knew what. The collective curiosity of the coven overwhelmed me, and I gasped, taking a step back to the wall and inadvertently breaking the circle.
The woman disappeared, and the candles flickered out, leaving us all in utter darkness.
Author Adrienne Blake
About The Author Adrienne Blake is a USA Today bestselling author of mystery and paranormal romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Her stories blend plot, humor, and love, all in one sizzling cauldron. Coming soon: Souls and Shadows series.
Welcome to the book blitz for NO GENTLE GIANT, a standalone adult contemporary romance, by Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Snow. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a steamy and electrifying standalone romance thriller where one ginormous protector goes all-in to win Miss Unlucky.
You know the drill. Big hands, big feet, humongous— Yikes. We’re not going there for the thousandth time. I’ve got small-town problems aplenty and zero time for Paxton “Alaska” Charter. Crushing on smokeshow men with caveman vibes can’t end well.
Sure, he saved my little coffee shop from total ruin once. Yes, my ovaries melt watching single dad of the century with his little boy. Of course, I’d sleep like a baby if I let him work his former SEAL hero magic on my mess. That’s not why I’m freaking out.
Nobody told me how devastatingly kind Alaska can be. Or the fact that his stubborn heart’s even more guarded than mine. If he comes barreling into my life, it’s certain doom. And it’s all thrown to the wind the day his kiss claims me.
We have to say goodbye. Right now. Before it’s too late. He can’t keep sheltering my body, stealing my heart, and igniting my soul. I won’t drag this gentle giant down my abyss of ugly secrets. But Alaska has other plans—and they scare me. Because they all involve impossible happily ever afters, no matter the cost.
Full-length small-town standalone romance heaven. The butterflies come in force when one large and in-charge single dad steps in to rescue the girl who abandoned all hope and forgot how to love.
Excerpt Look, I’ve had a stressful few months. Years. Life.
I’m a little on edge, and a little emotionally raw.
But he saves me from having to fumble for words by turning a roguish smile on me, mock-squinting. “You, though. I’ve got my eye on you. I think you could be trouble.”
My laugh this time comes out weaker. “I wish that wasn’t true. I’m kind of a bad luck trap, Alaska.”
“Like an avalanche of coffee mugs?”
“Yep. Just like a mug storm.”
Another smile that makes my heart wobble.
Another long look from him, one that makes me wonder how he went from “coffee girl I vaguely recognize” to a sort of confidante in a matter of minutes. All over some smashed mugs and a cut on his knee.
But, hey, at least I’m not going to break down crying in front of a total stranger because he has mercy on me and changes the subject.
“So what’s the damage, lady? Give me all of it. Don’t forget the table, too.”
“We’ll forget the table. And the floor. Call it pain and injury compensation.” I smile wryly. “We’re at a cool eight hundred for the mugs, though. Manufacturer cost. I’m not charging you full retail.”
“You got it. I’d pay up now, but I’m not carrying eight hundred in cash around with me.” He cocks his head. “I’ll bring it by in the morning unless you want a check? Ladies’ choice.”
“No rush, but cash is fine.”
Too easy. Even if I’m already doubting the wisdom of keeping that much cash around here for more than a day or two, but that’s another problem I don’t want to think about right now.
So I stand, bracing my hands to my knees and levering up.
Of course, I forget not just how small my office is, but how much space Alaska occupies.
As I straighten and lift my head, I find myself practically eye to eye with him, and only because sitting on my desk knocked off like a foot from his titanic height.
I lock up, my heart crawling up my throat as I stare, barely an inch away from our noses touching.
This jittery little fantasy.
It’s not quite insta-love, but it’s bad.
If he didn’t still look so calm and unfazed, I’d probably dissolve into a stammering mess. But it’s like his inner chill stabilizes me, and I’m able to skitter back without tripping, clearing my throat and finding another smile in me.
“Should we check on Eli?” I tilt my head toward the door. “Either he’s cleaned the whole shop by now or bailed.”
Alaska snorts. “He knows better, but yeah. He’s probably getting a little anxious out there.”
I sweep a mock-bow, pulling the door open for him. “Polar bears first.”
He throws back an evil eye over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna regret telling you that,” he grumbles.
Author Nicole Snow
About The Author Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.
Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.
Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.
Synopsis Poppy Fynn gets bored easily, never staying with a job or relationship for long. After a year of cancer treatments, she’s in remission and ready for a change. Her new position as manager on an Idaho sheep ranch excites her as much as the neighboring, sexy, attitude-riddled rancher. Her encounters with Dakota Smith amuse her until he takes over her tour of his private club. Then, all she wants is more of him, any way she can get him.
Searching for the man Dakota Smith knows is responsible for his mother’s murder is his top priority, and he doesn’t have the time or patience for a relationship. So, why does he find himself concerned over one irritating redhead’s underweight appearance and the fatigue he sees on Poppy’s face when she pushes herself? Unable to resist getting involved, he vows nothing will keep him from avenging his mother, no matter how close he and Poppy become.
Thwarting an attempt on Poppy’s life shakes Dakota, but not as much as finally locating the man who killed his mother. Soon he’s forced to choose between honoring his vow of revenge or go to the only woman he’s ever loved when she needs him the most.
He was the only man who made her heart pound and her pulse jump, but would his quest for vengeance destroy their chance for anything more?
Her brazen personality and signs of poor health demanded his attention and threatened his vow to avenge his mother.
She never considered forever until him. He refused to get involved until her.
Excerpt #1 With a startled cry, Poppy toppled to the ground, getting the wind knocked out of her as she landed on her back. The approach of pounding horse hooves shook the earth under her, then a pair of broad shoulders and a glowering, drop-dead gorgeous face blocked the blue sky above her. Even while struggling to get her breath back, she couldn’t help smiling in giddy pleasure.
Hard hands helped her up as he rumbled in a deep voice, “Your sheep are trespassing.”
Since she caught a hint of concern in that annoyed statement, she dismissed his complaint with an equally inane comment. “Your cattle are mingling with my sheep.”
He seemed to get a good look at her as she stood, one hand keeping hold of her arm while he swept the other across her ribs and around to her back. “You,” he growled, his acknowledgement of their prior meeting sounding like an accusation.
“Yep, me. Oh.” Her breath caught as he brushed off her butt, then she leaned forward, widening her grin. “I think you missed a spot.” His huff of exasperation amused her, and she patted his rock-hard chest. “Lighten up. Life’s too short to go around wound up so tightly.”
“I wouldn’t be wound up so tightly if you didn’t keep showing up like a thorn in my side,” he bit out. “If you’re not hurt, I’ll help you gather your livestock. I’m Dakota Smith, in case old man Sanders hasn’t told you. And you are?”
“Poppy Finnegan,” she answered, stepping back and reaching for Hank’s reins when Dakota released her arm. “And, no, Jerry hasn’t mentioned you.”
“What the hell kind of name is Poppy?” he asked in derision.
Okay, that disparagement irked Poppy. His continued discourtesy chipped away at her good humor, and she snapped, “What the hell kind of name is Dakota?”
He thumbed the brim of his hat up enough for her to get a good look into his coal black eyes. “An honored family name, passed down through generations.”
So, she touched a raw nerve. At this point, she didn’t care. “Well, I’m a colorful flower.”
“You’re colorful, I’ll give you that. Come on, let’s get to work.”
He sighed, and her annoyance dropped away. “If we leave them long enough, we could start a livestock breed of doodles.”
“Don’t even think it.”
Poppy gave up trying to get a smile out of Dakota. Instead, she mounted Hank, making sure she kept a good grip on the reins, and rode toward the herd without another word or looking at him again.
Author B.J. Wane
About the Author Author of sizzling hot romance with a touch of suspense. Long and Short Reviews erotic romance of the month winner for Hannah and the Dom Next Door and gold star recipient for Amy’s Redemption. I live in the Midwest with my husband, love dogs and enjoy reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
Welcome to the book blitz for IN YOUR DREAMS, a prequel in the adult comedy romance series, Her Billionaires, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Julia Kent. See below for, information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
IN YOUR DREAMS (Her Billionaires Series #0.5) by Julia Kent
Synopsis Sometimes your wildest dreams really do come true…
Laura Michaels sat up in her dark, lonely bedroom, heart slamming in her heated chest, the dream so real she could still taste his mouth against hers, feel hands pressed into her soft curves, sense fingers exploring where she wanted them most in the lush territory of her abandoned body. Yet her bed was empty, as always.
Except for the three cats who thought they owned it.
And the empty ice cream pint, spoon jutting out like it was identifying her in a line-up.
Heart racing, she tried. She really did. She should have calmed down. She should have been able to shake the reverie. She should have let it all fade.
What kept her heart beating so fast, though, was one undeniable fact.
There had been four hands on her in that dream…
This prequel takes Laura, Mike and Dylan from the New York Times bestselling series Her Billionaires and offers a glimpse into their yearning for what was meant to be…
The book you are about to read, In Your Dreams, is a newly-revised and expanded prequel to the New York Times bestselling series, Her Billionaires. It was originally published in 2014 under the title Before Her Billionaires, but now has more than double the words, is fully re-edited, and has more of the men 😉 .
Excerpt #3 “Where in the hell will we find another woman like Jill?” he mused out of the blue, making the couch shake slightly from Mike’s physical reaction.
Mike’s mouth tightened. “Don’t want a woman like Jill. I want a woman who is unique and her own person.”
“Duh, dude. I mean a woman who’ll want two guys at once.”
“Plenty of those.” He waggled his phone. “Sixty-seven messages.”
“Eight-one,” Dylan corrected. Mike’s brow turned down in confusion.
“How would you know?”
“You’ve been monitoring my account?” Mike said, voice going quiet and tense, which was worse than being chewed out.
“Of course I have, You needed a kick in the ass.”
Mike’s eyebrow quirked up. “You realize three women said they were into that.”
“I don’t want to date anyone.”
“I know you don’t. But Jill’s never coming back.”
“Why would you even say something like that?”
“Because you act like Jill’s the only person for us.”
“Because she is!”
“Was, Mike. Was. Jill died.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“A part of you hasn’t let it sink in.”
“Fuck you, Dylan. Every goddamned part of me knows full well Jill died. I was in that room with you, holding her as she took her last breath.”
Dylan touched Mike’s shoulder. It was hard as a rock. “I know. We were a team. The three of us. And now we’re two-thirds of a team.”
“Like a three-legged stool missing a piece. Everything’s so… tilted.”
Dylan held his breath. It was the first glimpse into Mike’s feelings. Whatever he did, he had to be careful. Getting Mike to open up was key. If he said the wrong thing, though, the guy would shut down.
“Yeah. It is.”
Author Julia Kent
About the Author New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 5 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in the future in those languages, and in Italian as well.
From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children in a household where she is the only person with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
Welcome to the book blitz for IT’S NOT PMS, IT’S YOU, a stand-alone adult contemporary romantic comedy, by Rich Amooi. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.
“Romantic Comedy of the Year!” “This novel is a Netflix movie waiting to happen.” “I loved every second of this book!” “Warning: This author causes book hangovers.” “Oh my. Be still my heart.” “Laugh out loud of epic proportions.” “Loved it. Still laughing.”
Ruth “Ruthless” Harper is on the verge of becoming managing partner at her all-male consulting firm and she won’t let anything stand in her way. That includes men, relationships, and that dreaded F word, FEELINGS—distractions she eliminated long ago.
After the worst day ever (a near-death experience and a public wedgie, for starters), Ruth realizes she doesn’t want to live and die alone. She puts together a business plan to find the perfect man and dives head first into the murky online dating pool. All she wants is a high-powered executive who understands how important her career is. If only it were that easy.
Problem is most men are intimidated by Ruth’s confidence and shocked by her bluntness. The exception being her landscape designer, Nick, whose cool demeanor and unsolicited dating advice are driving her nuts. He’s the antithesis of the business-oriented man Ruth envisions for herself, so why do all signs keep pointing back to him?
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I have orchestrated multi-million dollar business deals and have butted heads with Fortune 500 CEOs and some of the biggest corporate lawyers in the country, but my biggest challenge by far was trying to remove a monster wedgie during my spinning class without the gorgeous guy behind me noticing.
Casually turning my head to the right, I checked my periphery, confident I looked like some halfwit who was thinking of changing lanes on a stationary bike.
I couldn’t tell if the man had his eyes focused on me or on the instructor in front of the class, but it didn’t matter at this point. I had real-world issues here and needed to solve the dilemma before my butt sucked all my clothes inside my body and turned me inside out.
With every revolution of my bike’s spinning wheel, the wedgie seemed determined to go deeper, like a burrowing squirrel who hadn’t found a suitable place for habitation.
I got up at five in the morning for this torture?
To make matters worse, the instructor—Manson, Mussolini, or whatever his name was—appeared to be on a mission to send us all into cardiac arrest. And don’t even get me started on the chafing from a bike seat that was obviously manufactured with materials excavated from the surface of Mars.
I needed a distraction for the extraction.
Glancing down at my water bottle in the drink holder, I came up with the perfect plan. I would wait for the instructor to get us up off our seats again for the next sprint, then drop my water bottle on the floor to create a ruckus.
If the man behind me was a gentleman—no wagers, please—he would get off his bike and get the water bottle for me, thus taking any attention away from my derrière long enough for me to perform the embarrassing and delicate wedgie-removing procedure without him seeing.
Ironically, the song changed to “Shake Your Booty” by KC and the Sunshine Band.
“Off your butts!” the instructor barked out like a psychotic sea lion with Tourette’s. “Take it up to level five for a sprint. Thirty seconds. Go! Go! Go!”
I slammed my water bottle to the floor behind me for the distraction.
It crashed against the back wall with a loud BOOM.
Never let it be said I did anything half-assed.
No pun intended.
I checked my periphery again to see if the guy fell for the trap.
He slowed his pedaling and glanced behind him at my bottle on the floor.
After he made a move to get off his bike, I lifted my butt off the seat, leaned forward on the handlebars, shifted all my body weight over to my left hand, and used my right hand to reach behind me and remove the mother of all wedgies.
Completing the task was proving to be difficult since it was almost impossible to pedal while standing up on the bike with only one hand gripping the handlebars.
I used one finger, then two, then three, but still couldn’t dig out the wedgie that must have been halfway to China by now.
Losing confidence with every second that passed, I wobbled back and forth like the Elvis bobblehead doll on the dashboard of my dad’s 1977 Cadillac Coupe deVille.Things were heading south in a hurry.
There was a sharp pain in my left wrist.
My elbow buckled.
The fall to the floor was not graceful.
I banged my shoulder on the handlebars on the way down, slid off the bike sideways, and hooked my foot on top of the pedal. My other leg flew over my head and got wedged in between the bike seat and the drink holder.
Now, I had two wedgies.
Before I had a chance to untangle and upright myself, two hands gripped me from under my armpits and lifted me to my feet in one swift motion.
I looked up, dazed, confused, blinking a few times.
It was the guy who had been on the bike behind me. “Are you okay?”
There was genuine concern in his voice, but I was a big girl and could take care of myself.
Flustered, I said the first thing I could think of. “I do that all the time.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Of course.”
Author Rich Amooi
About the Author RichAmooi is a Taleflick Discovery Winner, Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Recipient, Holt Medallion Finalist, and the Amazon Bestselling author of 15 romantic comedies, including It’s Not PMS, It’s You, Dying to Meet You, There’s Something About a Cowboy, and Madam Love, Actually. Over 500,000 downloads from readers around the world.
A former radio personality and wedding DJ, Rich now writes romantic comedies full-time in San Diego, California, and is happily married to a kiss monster imported from Spain. Rich believes in public displays of affection, silliness, infinite possibilities, donuts, gratitude, laughter, and happily ever after.
Get a FREE romantic comedy by visiting his website at richamooi.com.
Welcome to the book blitz for BROKEN COWBOY, the first book in the adult western romance series, The Montana Men, by Jamie Schulz. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
BROKEN COWBOY (The Montana Men Series #1) by Jamie Schulz
Two lives cross in a fateful roadside encounter. When ranch life turns deadly, will their unexpected love survive?
Addie Malory is struggling to improve the rundown farm she bought. And though she knows she can’t do it alone, she won’t tolerate men who think they can just take advantage of a single woman. Worried all her hard work will amount to nothing, both her hopes and her heart lift when she hires a hunky capable ranch hand.
Cade Brody’s past has left him broken. Drifting between rodeos after a shocking betrayal, he’s grateful to the pretty farm girl and her offer of a job. But after thugs vandalize the property and harass his gorgeous new boss, he puts aside his wounded heart as his protective instincts ignite.
With Addie’s dream in danger under a barrage of financially damaging attacks, she wrestles with the risk of her red-hot feelings for her rugged employee. And when his own past returns to haunt him, Cade may have to choose between protecting the woman he loves and the healing reconciliation he’s wanted for years.
Teaser Excerpt Nervously, she licked her lips.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, his face softened, and he leaned in a bit.
Oh God, is he going to kiss me?
Her heart rate went crazy, pounding in her ears so loudly, she was sure he would hear it. The air suddenly seemed too thin—she couldn’t get her breath as she stared up at him, completely mesmerized, wondering if his lips were as firm and warm as they looked.
Author Jamie Schulz
About the Author Jamie Schulz lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her family, her husband, and their fur babies. Writing has always been a big a part of her life, and she hopes to one day reach the best sellers lists.
Cowboys, ice cream, and reading almost any kind of romance are among her (not so) secret loves. To her, every one of her stories, no matter how dark, must have a happy ending, and she strives to make them impossible to put down until you get there.
She balances her free time between reading her favorite romance authors–in genres ranging from erotica and dark romance to sweet historicals and contemporary romance–and spending time with her family.
Welcome to the book blitz for A SHIFTER’S SIN, the first book in the adult urban fantasy romance series, Wolves of Hawthorne Cove, by USA Today bestselling author, Debbie Cassidy. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive teaser excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
A SHIFTER’S SIN (Wolves of Hawthorne Cove Series #1) by Debbie Cassidy
Synopsis A Lycan that can’t shift is no use to anyone.
I’ve made it my mission to be useful to my pack. As pack enforcer, I’m fast and strong, but when the time comes to bond with my mate, it isn’t enough.
Rejection means lone wolf status and isolation from the pack. But when a package arrives with an unexpected inheritance, the pack that wants to shun me, suddenly has a new use for me.
Turns out, I’m the proud owner of a house in mysterious territory, rumoured to be home to a pack of beautifully twisted shifters. Hawthorne Cove is Impregnable to Lycans, but not to a half human like me.
Now I have a second chance to be accepted by my pack.
All I have to do is infiltrate the Hawthorne pack, find the source of their power and steal it.
Easier said than done.
Because once I pass the mystical boundaries surrounding the town, I’ll be absolutely, and totally at the mercy of the wolves of Hawthorne Cove.
Author Debbie Cassidy
About the Author Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.
Welcome to the book blitz for IN A MIRROR, the first book in the young adult contemporary romance series, In It Together, by Emily Bourne. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive teaser excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
IN A MIRROR (In It Together Series #1) by Emily Bourne
Can a social outcast prove to her cheerleader sister she’s not the enemy and save her family?
Anxiety riddled Brittany is setting her sights on popularity. She doesn’t give a crap about her sister’s desire to bond, because landing a boyfriend will fill the void in her heart. When a chance encounter with her gorgeous crush sends her sweating, the jittery voice inside her head threatens to derail whatever he found attractive about her. When soaring up the social ladder, insecurities force her blabbermouth into action. Will Brittany reveal her greatest fear to the people she needs to impress the most? That she is a total freakin loser!
Emotional mess Charli can’t deal with her parents’ divorce. If it wasn’t for the support of her loving boyfriend, she would drown in loneliness. When a party launches her sister into popularity, Charli is desperate to pull her down to earth. But her sister still deems the past pain she caused as unforgivable and shoves her away. With the return of their wayward father, Charli is hell-bent on saving her family, starting with reuniting her parents. Can she mend her tortured relationship with her sister and regain her trust before the emotional damage is irreversible?
If you love heartwarming and emotionally gripping books, you’ll love this coming of age, contemporary teen drama and ultimate beach read that is IN A MIRROR by Emily Bourne.
About the Author Emily Bourne is an author from central west NSW, meaning she’s an Aussie Country girl at heart. Emily writes books about self-discovery and finding love. Believing, you can’t have a romantic relationship that works until you truly love yourself. She specialises in teen and young adult novels about social issues, layered with romantic suspense. Emily’s books can have you laughing-out-loud, reaching for the tissues, cramping with anxiety, and your heart swelling double-size. She spends her days diligently writing, procrastinating on Instagram (@iemilybourne), and distractedly playing with her cat Norman.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE BUSINESS ENGAGEMENT, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Boss of Seduction, by Kasi Blake. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THE BUSINESS ENGAGEMENT (Boss of Seduction Series #1) by Kasi Blake
One engagement can save two reputations… if they can keep their hands off each other.
When claustrophobic Anna gets trapped in an elevator with hunky Skylar, the last thing she expects is to exit an engaged woman. But Skylar insists tongues will stop wagging when people realize she is marrying him and not sleeping with her boss.
Skylar’s father (her boss) invites her to spend Thanksgiving weekend with his entire family in Vermont, and he won’t take no for an answer. She has no clue how she will get through four days under the same roof with the sexy, arrogant Skylar. Then she discovers they expect her to share a room with her fiancé. Now what?
With her job on the line, will she also be willing to risk her heart?
This book is a little STEAMY. if you don’t like that, you can skip those scenes and still enjoy the book. It isn’t erotica, so there isn’t much to skim over. But if you enjoy the love scenes, have at it. 🙂
Excerpt #2 Another problem with the proposed charade hit her. “Wait a second.” They both stopped pacing and faced each other. “No one is going to believe we’re in love. Lack of chemistry. You can’t fake attraction.”
His eyes slowly narrowed. “How do you know we don’t have chemistry? We haven’t given it a shot.”
“What do you mean?”
“In three years we’ve barely looked at each other and haven’t exchanged more than ten words. Before we abort the mission, perhaps we should test it out.”
The butterflies in her stomach grew into vultures. “T-test it how?”
He lightly pinched her chin between his thumb and finger, lifting her face until their eyes met and held. His intent became obvious. Skylar Griffin was about to kiss her. Although she had fantasized about being in his arms at least a dozen times, she didn’t want to go through with it. Reality was never as good as the fantasy. What if he was a bad kisser? Maybe he used too much tongue or opened his mouth too wide or slobbered.
Silently, she began to count all the reasons not to fake an engagement.
They didn’t know each other well enough to make it convincing; she didn’t want to spend time with him; he was the son of a senior partner; she’d lose her job if they got caught in the lie.
He stared deep into her eyes, forcing her to do the same, and she was instantly lost in his beautiful baby blues. Her mind went blank. What had she been thinking about? She was sure it had been important, but she couldn’t remember a thing.
Her eyes drifted shut as he lowered his head.
His lips brushed over hers briefly, just enough to make her want more. A taste of sunshine and a warm ocean breeze swept through her. She could practically feel the sand between her toes. His hands slid beneath her hair to cup her head before kissing her again. The second kiss lasted longer. She melted against him as he grew bolder.
With her arms flat beside her on the first kiss, each one following urged her to touch him. Her hands moved up to rest on his solid chest of their own accord. Passion ignited and she lost control. His lips teased hers without mercy. He deepened the kiss, taking her to new heights. His arms wrapped around her waist as she wound hers around his neck.
The elevator moved.
It took a moment for them to realize what was happening. The truth dawned on them at the same time, and they simultaneously moved apart, both gasping for breath. Any second the door would slide open, revealing what appeared to be two lovers caught in a passionate clinch at work. Another button on her blouse had come undone. She fixed it while gesturing to his shirt. Her cheeks flamed hot as he tucked the shirt back into his pants. During their kissing frenzy, she had pulled the hem free, tugging on his clothes without giving it a thought.
The elevator shuddered to a stop on their floor.
He grinned at her. “Don’t worry about them believing us. You should see yourself. Lips puffy and smudged, hair messy, wrinkled clothing, they’d have to be blind to miss the signs. You look like a woman who has been in her lover’s arms.”
Blushing furiously, she knew he was right. Her hand went to her hair to fix it, but he caught her fingers in his. The door slid open. He refused to release her hand. Instead, he lifted it to his mouth and placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist.
She looked at the hallway nervously, sure there would be witnesses. No one was there. He had wasted the affectionate gesture. Her heart fluttered, and the reasons for not going along with his plan returned. Before she could voice her objections he was pulling her in the direction of the conference room.
Author Kasi Blake
About the Author Kasi Blake learned that writing was her superpower when she was in the third grade. The teacher asked the students to write a short (one-page) story about a pet monster for Halloween. She heard the other kids all saying they were doing vampires and werewolves, so she chose to write about a pet mummy. Her story made the entire classroom erupt with laughter. That’s when she realized words had power. Then when she was in high school she had to write a short story for a class and put it off until the last minute. While talking to friends that morning, she scribbled it out and handed it in. The teacher thought she’d plagiarized it. That’s how good he thought it was, but her friends backed her up. Later in college, her writing ability saved her from a bad grade in history. It was a writing-intensive course.
What’s your superpower?
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Welcome to the blog tour for THE PEDIATRICIAN’S TWIN BOMBSHELL, the latest book in the adult contemporary romance series, Harlequin Medical Romances, by Juliette Hyland. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THE PEDIATRICIAN’S TWIN BOMBSHELL (Harlequin Medical Romance Series) by Juliette Hyland
Why is pediatrician Tessa all work and no play? Well, she’s far too used to people not believing in her. Still, Tessa can’t resist one—incredible!—night in nurse Gabe’s arms…and the chance to feel wanted. But it’s not just Tessa who is battling her past. Widower Gabe has his own scars to heal. So when Tessa discovers she’s pregnant, he’s determined to look after her! But is Tess ready to trust Gabe?
Excerpt #2 “The snow is not that bad.” Gabe didn’t directly answer her question, but the response was safer.
At least he thought it was, until Tessa playfully shivered and drew a millimeter closer to him. Her full lips were tinged with red wine, and the urge to dip his head to hers made it hard to breathe. Gabe lifted his glass, never taking his eyes from Tessa. “What is it with Texans and hating snow?”
“It’s cold.” Tessa held up a finger as she continued to tick off her reasons. “It’s slushy. It makes driving difficult. It’s cold.”
“You already said that one.”
“It bears repeating!”
Tessa’s hand tapped his knee, and Gabe pinched his wineglass to keep from laying his hand over hers. What was wrong with him? He yearned to make her laugh, to see the hint of a dimple when her lips tipped up. To pull her close.
A small voice in the back of his brain wondered if he should take his leave—chalk the evening up to nostalgia and move on. But it was easy to ignore when Tessa smiled.
He leaned closer. “What Texans don’t understand is that snowy weather just means you have to cuddle closer.” The flirtation escaped his lips. Gabe watched an emotion he wanted to believe was desire flash in Tessa’s eyes.
“I guess that could be true.” Her tongue ran along the edge of her lip as she closed a bit more of the distance between them. “But the heat can be—” her gaze darted behind him before she pulled back “—sensual, too.”
“True… Gabe’s tongue refused to form any more words as he stared at the woman across from him. This wasn’t catching up, and discussing Maine’s snow versus Texas’s heat shouldn’t make him want to kiss her. Shouldn’t make him want to run his hand along her waist…shouldn’t make him want so many things.
“I missed you when you left the theater. After we…” Her cheeks bloomed as she tilted her wineglass back. “You were my first kiss.”
The words were so soft that Gabe wondered if Tessa had meant to say them out loud. “You were mine, too. I even went to the Trinity versus Bell football game senior year, hoping you’d be there. I wanted to apologize for vanishing. To explain that the job I got paid better and started immediately. To ask for your number.” Gabe grinned. “If only every teen had had a cell then.”
“If only…” Tessa took another sip of her wine, then set it on the table.
“If only…” Gabe repeated, setting his wineglass next to hers. Without the glass in his fingers, his palms itched to reach out to Tessa.
Author Juliette Hyland
About the Author Juliette Hyland believes in caffeine, hot drinks and happily ever afters! She lives in Ohio, USA, with her prince charming, who has patiently listened to many rants regarding characters failing to follow the outline. When not working on fun and flirty happily ever afters, Juliette can be found spending time with her beautiful daughters, giant dogs or sewing uneven stitches with her sewing machine.
Welcome to the book blitz for ENDLESS, the first book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, Less Than Zero, by Kaylene Winter. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
ENDLESS (Less Than Zero Series #1) by Kaylene Winter
Ty: It’s my only chance to make it. To escape my abusive childhood. A new album and tour with my band family are weeks away. Success and stardom are all but guaranteed.
Then I saw Zoey at our biggest show, and everything changed in an instant. She’s my soulmate. My lover. My best friend.
Zoey: Ty is my one and only true love. I never imagined feeling so loved, cherished and adored. Then he said he’d give it all up and I couldn’t stand in his way. So I ghosted him, only so he’d be free to follow his dream. Now the world sings along to his anthems about me.
The girl who never wanted the spotlight.
Their reunion is explosive. On so many levels. Ty’s not proud of the man he became. Zoey has to live with her own bad decisions.
With so many forces keeping them apart… Will they find redemption? Will they ever be able to forgive each other and move on?
ENDLESS is a steamy, sexy, rock-and-roll full-length Romance with a HEA
ENDLESS is book 1 in the Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance Series.
Get ready for the gorgeous, sexy rockers of Less than Zero and the strong, feisty women who bring them to their knees.
Excerpt #3 “You’ve come a long way from that run-down apartment, Tyson Rainier.” I beamed, proud of him as we walked through the grand entryway into the open-plan living/dining/kitchen revealing a wall of glass overlooking the entire city skyline including the landmark we had spent the evening in. “Wow, just wow!”
“I guess so.” Ty seemed a little reserved about the house. “Are you thirsty? I don’t drink anymore, but I probably have some wine somewhere.”
“No, I’d rather have some tea if you have it.” I sat at a stool at the expansive granite island in his pristine chef’s kitchen, and my stomach growled embarrassingly loud.
“What’s a singer without tea?” He laughed and put the kettle on. “You’re hungry. I’ll cook something for us.”
“No, I’m fine.” My stomach protested with another growl and Ty arched a brow.
“Let me put my line cook skills to the test, I can make us grilled cheese sandwiches.” Ty opened the double-sized fridge and took out some cheese and pulled a loaf of bread out of a drawer.
“I guess my belly can’t say no to a hot guy cooking.” I nervously tried to cover up my anxiousness with sass.
“I’ll just be a minute. Please go sit down and make yourself comfortable, that couch is fucking amazing and the view is something I never get tired of.” Ty busied himself with the sandwiches as he waved me over to the living area.
I crossed over to the living room, taking in the dark hardwood floors, plush, oversized gray couch, and the gold and platinum records decorating the walls. Sinking into the cushions, I looked out at the city, my mouth watering at the smell of melting cheese. God, was I really here alone with Ty at his house? My heart had been beating fast all night with adrenaline, and now it was in overdrive. Despite how incredibly comfortable the couch was, I couldn’t stop fidgeting and ended up sitting on the edge of the cushion watching Ty cook.
“Here you go.” Ty walked over and handed me my tea and grilled cheese, then went back to the kitchen to retrieve his and plopped down next to me, blowing on his own cup. “So, you’re here.”
“I am.” I blew on my tea too, looking up at him over the cup.
“I’m so fucking nervous.” His cheeks reddened adorably.
“Me too.” I blew out a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
“Should we talk?” he asked.
“I guess we should.”
“Eat first?” He motioned to the sandwich.
“Yum.” I took the plate and nibbled at the sandwich, licking the dripping cheese from my lips.
Ty stared at my tongue flicking against my lips, his mouth curved into a grin and then expanded into a bigger smile. I couldn’t help but let out a burst of anxious laughter. He let out a guffaw, and we just laughed for a few minutes, which broke the tension completely.
When our chuckling subsided, Ty’s expression changed, like he was hungry for something more than a sandwich. I swallowed and licked my lips again; his eyes followed my tongue, almost enraptured. The sexual tension was crackling between us and I put down the sandwich on the coffee table.
Ty set his empty plate down and sank back into the cushions. His arm skimmed the top of the couch. Resting his head on one hand, he reached over to trace my lips with his finger then caressed my cheek with his whole palm.
“You’re still the sweetest and most beautiful woman in the world, Zoey. I’m not proud of how I behaved over the years, I haven’t been a good man. An honorable man. I’m not sure what to say to you, other than you were right to leave me back then,” Ty said solemnly. “I would’ve been such a disappointment.”
“Oh, Ty, that’s not true. You made it against all of the odds. But, as I’ve said before, how I handled things will always be the biggest regret of my life.” I looked down at the cushion, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Zoey.” Ty had other ideas and tipped his finger under my chin to make me look at him.
“Don’t you think we could have made it?” I asked the question I’d asked myself every day for eight years.
About the Author When she was only 15, Kaylene Winter wrote her first rocker romance novel starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990’s, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to be a published author. She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and dog. She loves to travel, throw lavish dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.
Welcome to the book blitz for GULF OF DECEPTION, the first book in the young adult mystery series, Gulf Shores Mysteries, by Kelly Ann Hopkins. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
GULF OF DECEPTION (Gulf Shores Mysteries #1) by Kelly Ann Hopkins
On the cusp of her high school graduation, Lily Harmony needs to figure out how to break it to her lawyer parents that she doesn’t want to follow in the family footsteps–especially with her band in high demand on the Fort Myers beach scene.
But when her father is killed inside his office and their mother accused of his murder, Lily and her estranged sister Annabelle are convinced the police have the wrong person. Clues are hard to come by until a mysterious man hands Lily a flash drive and warns her the information contained on it might get her killed. As Lily works to unravel what the files and pictures mean, a stunning discovery reveals the murderer might be closer than she thought.
With the help of her gamer BFF and maybe something more, Lily and her sister scour the Everglades for connections to her father’s killer. But what they find hidden in the canopy of cypress tress is more dangerous than they ever imagined—a long-lost secret worth millions—and worth killing for.
Excerpt #1 Sunlight streamed through the windows, and pang thudded deep in my chest. Hard to believe I was leaving this stunning scene in a few short months for college. A thousand miles north in Boston, away from the sun, the sand, and the balmy breeze. At least the ocean was nearby—except it would be the lumbering, lead-colored, frigid Atlantic, and I’d be wearing an unflattering parka with boots up to my knees. Maybe when the snow melted in June, I could trick myself into believing I was standing on the Gulf.
All so I could one day add my name to the Harmony Law letterhead. Except that was the last thing I wanted.
My feet stopped short as a shock reverberated through the walls, like something heavy crashed down in another part of the building. But there were no other offices on the top floor. I pulled my headphones from my ears and turned off the music.
At the office door, I peered into the hall. A gust of humid air rushed down the narrow passage and ruffled my hair. Now where had the breeze come from?
Delicate music came from the speaker system—some unnamed melody that sounded familiar and should have vocals. Another blast of breeze hit me as if someone had forgotten to shut a window.
“Mom?” I called. The law office answered me with soft strains of piano wafting down the hall.
“Dad?” My father’s door stood ajar at the far end of the building. Next to it, my mother’s office door was shut. Maybe they were both in Dad’s office. His was the only one with a balcony. They could have gone outside and left the door open.
Another violent crash came from the direction of his office. A gunshot rang out. Then another. Followed by a blood-curdling scream.
Terrified, I crept down the hallway, my back pressed against the wall, my cellphone pulled from my pocket and clutched in my shaking hand. My heart pounded, making me faint. I blinked away the sensation. Sharp blasts of unintelligible conversation drew me toward the office as wind whipped down the corridor.
I hesitated at the door and gasped.
Mom knelt beside Dad, a gun in her hand. Blood colored the front of his polo shirt—a crimson stain spreading from his chest and down his left side on a backdrop of stormy blue fabric. Strangled sobs ripped from my lips. I rushed in, dropped to the floor beside my father, and took his limp hand.
Glass shards bit into my knees as a terrible gurgle erupted from his throat. Bloody froth colored his chin and lips. The room spun around me.
“Dad? Please, Dad. Can you hear me?” Spots popped in my brain, and another wave of vertigo hit as my abdomen heaved. I forgot how to inhale.
His bewildered eyes were wide, his mouth moving soundlessly, his fingers splayed against the floor. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his face as I laced his fingers in mine and squeezed. “Dad! What should I do?”
“William?” Mom whispered. She pressed a wad of orange fabric—the scarf she’d worn this morning—over the wound on his chest. Fresh terror gripped me as blood dripped down her cheek, and I couldn’t tell if it belonged to him or her.
Dad struggled to lift his other arm, but it fell back to the floor.
“He’s gone, William,” she said. “You’re going to be fine.”
Somehow, I unlocked my words. “Who’s gone?”
She ignored my question, or maybe she didn’t hear me. Tears and blood trickled off her chin, making pink spots on her white shirt. “Call for an ambulance. Oh God.” The gun slipped from her hand and landed on the carpet with a thud. “William.” Her voice broke on his name.
My heart tore from its moorings on a crash of agony. “Dad? Dad.” For a split second, his gaze fixed on mine, then he was gone as if a candle extinguished in a sudden, sharp wind.
Author Kelly Ann Hopkins
About the Author Kelly Ann Hopkins is the author of Misled (coming 2021) and Buried Beneath (coming 2022). She spends her days as a high school librarian and creative writing teacher, where she challenges her students to read with abandon. When she’s not creating perilous adventures for her characters, she is dreaming of her next trip to the Florida Gulf Coast. Kelly lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two children, and too many books.
Welcome to the book blitz for ALPHA, the first book in the adult contemporary romance/romantic suspense series, Alpha Elite, by USA Today bestselling author Sybil Bartel . See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
The Teams trained me to be a killer. War taught me to be ruthless. Then an ill-fated mission proved I was human. Combat wounded, The Navy cut me loose. I had a choice. Fade into obscurity or use the skills I had.
Alpha Elite Security was born and three years later, my company was the most sought after security contractor in the world. Five global locations, ten company jets, every one of my employees military trained—we were the best of the best. Overseeing operations, I didn’t have time for women, or anything other than growing my company. My success rate unmatched, I’d never lost a client.
Then I got a call, the only call that would get me back in the field. She was missing. The woman I’d left behind seven years ago. Now I had one objective.
Code name: Alpha. Mission: Extraction.
Excerpt #2 I didn’t give a damn about the guard in the hall.
I wasn’t even thinking about the cameras.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her throat vibrated with a moan. I was taking what was mine. What should’ve been mine seven years ago.
Slanting my mouth over hers, I sank my tongue into utter madness.
But before I could claim her with a single stroke, the cold steel of a barrel hit my temple. “The sheikh wants a word.”
Releasing her mouth but not her, I ground out a response instead of wiping the fucking floor with the asshole’s face. “Tell Mr. Al Ka’abi the next time one of his guards pulls a gun on me, it’ll be the last.”
“How about you tell him yourself.” The guard pressed the barrel harder into my temple. “Now.”
About the Author
Author Sybil Bartel
Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…
Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.
She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.
To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.
Welcome to the book blitz for MAGICIAN RISING, a stand-alone new adult urban fantasy, by Renée des Lauriers. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Dark powers she can’t control. Deadly hunters tracking her down. Can she rip the target off her back before it turns fatal?
Jun Bear has lived with bad luck all her life. And when a professor threatens to give her a failing grade, the college senior sees her hopes for graduating in two months going down another ill-fated drain. But her fortunes plunge further when an unnatural earthquake shakes the campus and unleashes cold-blooded assassins after her head…
Unsure what’s happening, Jun finds herself facing a trained killer intent on exposing the wielder of the dangerous magic. And when she’s provoked into revealing her unexpected new abilities, she’s determined to prove her innocence before she’s permanently eliminated.
Can she win over an ally and survive a bloodthirsty secret society fixated on wiping her out?
Excerpt #2 Then Nikolai felt it: the air pulling tight, like the bowstring of an arrow drawn back, about to be let loose. Nikolai clenched the wooden arms of his chair. This was magic capable of much worse than a 6.5 earthquake and one injury. He braced himself in the case of a quake, scanning down the rows in front of him for any sign of a magician at work.
There were too many people, and all of them could be crushed to death if the building collapsed. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. If he stopped the magician before the magic spiraled out of control, he could limit the amount of casualties.
Then the lights went out. Everyone was plunged into a deep darkness. There was a pause for a beat before a worried murmur took over the class. Cell phone lights flashed around the room. Nikolai knew this was the moment he could strike; his aim with the knife would be deadly. If only he had a target.
Almost as soon as the pressure in the air started, it faded away. Nikolai felt the charged air around the room recoil and disappear, vanishing like mist. The lights flickered back on. Immediately he tried to identify the source, but it was impossible with everyone looking around, talking in hushed voices while their spineless professor tried to calm the students. The class began to settle once more, though a lot of students quickly packed their belongings to leave. Maybe they could feel it, the unsettling shift in the air. Or smell the burnt ozone.
It was strange, though. He never experienced anything quite like this. When magic was built up to that strength and caliber, it typically rampaged into mass destruction. This was something else. This magician was nothing like the others he’d taken down in the past.
Author Renée des Lauriers
About the Author Renée was raised by a folk singer and an accountant to be analytically creative. From thirteen, she played guitar and sang on stage at coffee shops. She also oil painted and wrote poetry on odd paper scraps. Besides writing, Renee has worked as an emergency medical technician and a high school English teacher. Now she lives in California with her family.
Welcome to the book blitz for BECOMING BROOKLYN, a stand-alone young adult contemporary scifi, by Amanda Deich. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
Synopsis Eighteen-year-old Brooklyn never knew her father. Rex Blackburn died in the 9/11 attacks four months before she was born.
And even though she never met him, she always dreamed about what he must have been like before he died. In her mind, he was a hero.
Little did she know.
After an attack at a 9/11 memorial gala, Brooklyn learns her father had been a member of an elite, anti-terrorism, military task force, made up of a very select group of people who had superhuman abilities. On the day the towers fell, he died using his power to save people.
The Army believes she inherited his gift, and Brooklyn is invited to train at West Point in order to hone her skills. Knowing deep down she is different than anyone else her age and wanting to learn more about a father she never knew, she readily agrees to become a cadet at the prestigious military academy.
She and five other 9/11 babies strengthen their superhuman abilities and spend weeks preparing themselves for their future in the army, fighting terrorists at home and abroad. And in the process of training, they identify with their deceased parents in a way they never knew they could.
Brooklyn knows she’ll go to war someday, but when terrorists find out about the group’s gifts, they don’t bother to wait.
They bring the war to West Point.
Excerpt #3 I was still shaking when Liam crawled off of the ground and clung to me in an embrace. He was wheezing, but other than that, he seemed okay.
Different, but okay.
And I felt different, too. Altered, somehow. Like I was an actor cast in a part I never wanted to play.
I studied him, exploring those eyes that had grabbed hold of me from day one and refused to let go.
And I saw something new.
I saw hate.
His jaw clenched. He left my side and walked purposefully toward the body of the man trapped under the bench. He grabbed the knife that was resting on the ground next to the body and without hesitating, he strode toward the man who had choked him and had threatened to hurt me.
“Stop, Liam,” I commanded.
He wasn’t listening.
I ran to him now. He was still intent on reaching the monster.
Finally, I caught his elbow.
“You’re a healer, Liam. Not a killer.”
That role had been filled by me.
“You are a healer,” I repeated, making him look me in the eye.
And just like that, Liam stopped. His look softened, as if he was seeing what he was doing for the first time.
“Christ,” he mumbled, first dropping the knife, then dropping to his knees.
And instead of trying to reach the body of either man, he reached for me, instead.
We stayed like that for a moment, lost in a place we’d never visited before: one where we’d done the worst kind of things.
Jacob shuffled out from the shadows and walked briskly to the first man I’d attacked, who was trapped under the bench.
I’d almost forgotten he was there.
Jacob kneeled, pressing his neck for a pulse. “He’s gone,” he declared.
I didn’t know if I was relieved or upset.
“I- I’ll go find someone to come help,” Jacob offered. He seemed thankful when I nodded my assent.
“I’m sorry,” Liam said as Jacob left. He’d turned his back to me, and his voice was a quieted whisper. His shoulders fell forward as he spoke. “I’m sorry I was going to – to do that to him– in front of you. What I was feeling – what I was thinking when he threatened to hurt you – I-I’d never felt or thought those things before.
When he said that about how he was going to show you how pretty you were…” He spun toward me, his face masked in pain.
“That image was worse than anything I could ever imagine.”
“I don’t know what’s happening to either one of us – who we’re turning into,” Liam continued. His eyes looked more silver than green, as if he’d been shocked into becoming someone – or something – else. “But I do know that I don’t want to ever see you in danger again.”
I closed my eyes for a moment and considered how nice that sounded – a danger-free life.
He grabbed my hand. “But Brooklyn, if we have to be in danger, if we are going to be part of this world, then I need you by my side.”
In that moment, I wanted more than anything to kiss him, to reassure him I felt the same way.
But I never got the chance.
Jacob returned. And just as he entered the room – before he could warn Liam, and before I could even utter a word, a knife flew into Liam’s back.
“Sorry I break up this… this romance,” the man whom I’d thrown into the wall snarled, tearing the knife out of Liam’s flesh, catching his body and holding it hostage. “But I’ve got job to finish.”
Author Amanda Deich
About the Author Amanda Deich is an author out of Littleton, CO. In her non-writer life, she is a teacher and coach to hundreds of kids, and she is a mama to two. If you meet her, she’ll talk Jesus and identity like no one’s business.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE HIDDEN PRINCESS, the first book in the young adult fantasy series, Princess League, by Mira Crest. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THE HIDDEN PRINCESS (Princess League Series #1) by Mira Crest
Synopsis Penny is an ugly princess born to a family known for its beautiful offspring. To protect the royal bloodline’s reputation, the king proclaims her dead since birth and locks her away in the castle cellar.
But unbeknown to most, including herself, Penny has a gift: she can see the darkness within one’s mind through touch.
Everett is a dragon prince whose land is plagued by a deadly sickness in the form of black mist, capable of turning any fairy being it touches into stone. He comes to Penny’s kingdom seeking the one princess foretold to end the darkness.
The choice is clear, it’s either Penny’s cynical eldest sister, Tatiana, or her kind elder sister, Sarah, because Penny does not exist, not officially. But a twist of fate and Penny’s gift bring her to Everett’s attention, and she takes on a secret identity to aid him to trace the origin of the black mist.
What follows is a journey into a dark magical world within the minds of the corrupt, ruled by demons that plague on the dark aspects of the human psyche.
With the clock fast ticking, the prince must discover who the chosen one is in order to defeat the black mist before it turns him to stone and spreads to the rest of the world. But there are those who will do anything to keep Penny’s identity hidden.
Excerpt #2 The noises of the tavern drained away, and a gloom fell over the place. It reminded her of what happened at Marvin’s store. She was back in the Eternal, though, this time, she was at the tavern. All the people around her had frozen. She walked across the still crowd and saw Everett protecting Sarah from several Brutes. The other dragon warriors were busy keeping any hostiles from getting near Tatiana, who was lying on the ground. She had one eye slightly open to peek at her surroundings. It was pretty obvious she was faking unconsciousness.
When all seemed still and quiet, she caught sight of something stirring in the darkness of the tavern’s interior. Black mist! It was dripping from the ceiling, rising from the floor. Mist from different spots rushed to the center of the tavern and merged. Something grotesque was forming from it. Penny quickly hid behind the tavern counter and observed the transformation. A wolf took shape, only this time it was nearly thrice as large as the previous one.
Was this new mist form a manifestation of the head Brute’s anger? If it was, it was a clear indication of how much it had grown. Could this huge wolf be the cause of the mist, and defeating it would destroy the mist altogether? There was only one way to find out.
Penny readied herself. She checked her feet and saw the shiny red shoes were back. She peered out from the side of the counter, but the wolf was no longer at where it had stood. Carefully, she emerged and took cover under a table. Bit by bit, she advanced closer and closer. She needed to be close enough to open the portal and bring it to reality.
“Penny, you can do this!” As she moved to the next table, the wolf turned wildly with its eyes fixed on Penny.
She put out her hand and a fireball shot out, hitting the back of the wolf. Its bellow shook the tavern. More fireballs hit the body of the wolf, but they only made the demon angrier. It leaped and crashed down on the tables before Penny.
It sank its terrifying misty black fangs into the table, concealing Penny and crushing it into debris. Penny ducked away in time. She was then lying on the floor as the wolf turned toward its attacker. Penny willed her mind and conjured as much power as she could, igniting blast after blast. The wolf roared as the fiery magic engulfed its front body.
She got back on her feet and backed away, but the wolf clawed at her, slashing her shoulder. Penny suddenly felt drained, wincing at the searing pain in her shoulder. That voice, she heard it before. It was the most familiar voice; it was hers. Immense rage came flooding through her all of a sudden. Thoughts of her staring into the mirror at her ugly reflection and trapped inside a cell rushed into her mind.
The wolf closed in as she crawled away and hid beneath another table. The wolf clawed under the table, barely missing her as she moved out of range. She tried to conjure magic, but every blow she delivered hit the wrong places and missed its target.
“What’s going on?” It was like her magic was malfunctioning. It must have something to do with her getting slashed by the wolf’s claw. She was going to die if she didn’t find a way out.
The wolf smashed the table to pieces. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The wolf’s snout was before her. Anytime now it’s going to devour her.
She struggled and gathered her thoughts, focusing instead on the happiest memory buried within her. She closed her eyes. The wolf’s mouth closed in, ready to consume its helpless prey.
About the Author Since young, Mira loves fantasy romance with strong female protagonists and perilous adventures to magical realms and parallel universes to visit dragons, witches, shifters, and fairy tale creatures, bringing heroes and heroines together and aiding their epic fantasy battles against dark enemies so they can have the happily-ever-afters they deserve.
When she grew up, she takes a liking to young adult stories, which explains her passion writing in the young adult fantasy romance genre. Her books are clean romance with character development as the prime focus. Even now, she still journeys to fantasy realms whenever she’s not writing.
Welcome to the book blitz for OPPOSITES ATTRACT, the first book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, The Nerd/Jock Connection, by Jacqueline Lee. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
OPPOSITES ATTRACT (The Nerd-Jock Connection Series #1) by Jacqueline Lee
Synopsis Megan is nerdier than all of the characters on The Big Bang Theory combined. But it’s a fabulous form of revenge that the same traits she was tormented for in high school have helped her land her dream job as a science journalist in New York and her dream apartment with fellow nerd, Josh, who is potentially her dream guy. The only problem is Josh’s brother, Brandon, is constantly around blocking any attempts to create a romantic atmosphere. Megan nurses an oversized grudge against jocks due to a past traumatic experience. The fact that Brandon’s a professional football player whose new favorite sport is mocking her only increases her fantasies of feeding him to a giant carnivorous plant.
Brandon’s life might look perfect, but he’s got a massive hang-up about his intelligence, a hang-up which is aggravated by all the verbal sparring with Josh’s new roommate. Even worse, it appears Science Barbie is falling for his deeply closeted brother. Why does he care so much about preventing the impending disaster? But the more time he spends with Megan, the more he realizes the sparks between them have the potential to ignite into something amazing.
Excerpt #2 “Come on.” I get to my feet and reach down, offering her my hand.
She looks suspiciously at it, like it’s a viper about to make a quick dinner of her flesh. “Where do you want to go?” she asks.
“Come dance with me.”
“I suck at dancing.”
“So what? I’m good enough for both of us.”
She rolls her eyes.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to see an eye roll in my life. “And you don’t know anyone here. Who cares if you look stupid?” I continue.
“I kind of care,” she says quietly. But she takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. Her hand is soft in mine. She withdraws it quickly, but obediently follows me across the lawn and up the porch steps.
Inside, I find us an empty space on the edge of the dance floor. The band is playing a decent version of Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, so I find my groove quickly.
Megan finds her groove too, but it’s not a smoothly worn one—more a rough stutter. She was right. She’s a terrible dancer. She shuffles her feet from side to side in what is a spot-on imitation of awkward middle-school boys.
“You need to loosen up,” I say.
Megan starts flopping her arms and legs around like they have no bones. “Is this loose enough?”
“I never know what to do with my arms,” she confesses as she pulls them rigidly by her side.
“When in doubt, go for a set move.”
She eyes me skeptically. “Like what?”\
“Like the swimmer.” I start doing breaststroke actions.
Megan’s face folds into a smile.
Spurred on, I continue, “If you need to vary it up a bit you can always go for the snorkel move.”
I put my hand on my nose and shimmy down in a perfect snorkel.
“So that’s what I’ve been doing wrong all these years. I haven’t been getting my dance tips from The Little Mermaid,” she says, straight-faced.
“It’s a serious mistake. The Little Mermaid musical numbers rock,” I deadpan back.
Which leads us to a whole new game of trying to come up with under-the-sea dance moves.
Megan invents the Octopus, which involves wildly flailing limbs. I almost double over, I’m laughing so hard.
I reply with the shark, holding my palms pressed together on top of my head, humming the theme song to Jaws. Dum-dum. Dum-dum.
Megan shakes her head at me. “How do you still manage to look coordinated when you’re doing something so stupid? You just can’t do uncoordinated, can you?”
“It’s a curse I have to bear,” I say.
A slow song comes on. Ed Sheeran’s singing about loving someone until they’re seventy. Megan stops dancing and looks suspiciously at me.
“Come here.” I grab her hand and pull her toward me.
“What’s this move called?” She takes a reluctant step, putting one hand tentatively on my shoulder and the other on my waist.
“This is called the limpet,” I say as I tug her closer.
I feel her laugh vibrating against my chest.
We shuffle around the dance floor as Ed croons about how people fall in love in mysterious ways. And I discover having Megan’s feet so close to mine is actually hazardous.
“Sorry,” she mutters when she treads on my toes.
“That’s okay, I didn’t need that foot. I have a spare one.”
She pulls back to look at me, her lips quirking in a smile. “Um, you’re a professional athlete. I’m pretty sure you need both your feet.”
“Let’s not start arguing about the merits of professional sport right now, okay?”
I’m expecting her to argue, but instead she just shrugs. “Okay.”
She rests her head back against my chest, and I catch a whiff of her perfume. I’m right, it’s vanilla, but there is something else floral in there as well, along with a sharply sweet smell of hairspray. Suddenly I’m concerned about what she’s hearing in my chest, because I’m fairly sure my heart is thudding like I’ve got a killer whale bearing down on me.
Shit. As long as the action doesn’t spread to my groin we’re all good.
But I’m quickly aware there are no guarantees. Because there’s something about holding Megan this close that is stirring stuff throughout my body. My fingers are lightly touching her at the curve of her waist, and I can feel the heat of her skin through her dress.
Having her in my arms like this, something clicks perfectly into place. The closest I’ve ever felt to this has come on the football field, when I’ve thrown the perfect pass, the type that cuts through the air like a blade and lands with a satisfying thud in the hands of the receiver.
I look down at her. My gaze snags on the little patch of bare skin behind her ear. I have a sudden urge to press my lips to it.
My breath catches in my throat.
She pulls back and raises her eyes to mine, a half smile on her face. Whatever she sees on my face causes her smile to fade.
She stares at me, her blue eyes impossibly wide, her lips partially open. Her bottom lip is pink and full and inviting.
It would be so easy to lower my mouth to hers, to kiss her.
I take a deep breath. She’s vulnerable. She’s just had whatever hopes she had about my little brother dashed tonight. I can’t kiss her now. It would potentially be taking advantage of her emotional state and I never, ever want to be that guy.
But damn, there’s no denying I want to kiss her.
I release her and step back, running my hands through my hair. I immediately feel the absence of her body pressed up against me. It’s like stepping from a warm room into a cold freezer.
“Uh, I should call it a night.”
Megan stands there blinking like she’s woken up from a dream.
“Um…yeah. You do need your beauty sleep,” she says finally.
For a moment we stare at each other. Her brow is furrowed, like she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.
“Goodnight.” I do a pivot my coach would be proud of, stalking away through the table and chairs. I need to get as far away as possible, so I’m not tempted to go back.
Author Jacqueline Lee
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Jacqueline Lee is an award-winning romance author who writes stories with heart and humor. She loves writing characters who have fun with each other while building a deeper connection. Formerly a high school biology teacher, Jackie is living her own version of happily-ever-after with her husband and three children in New Zealand.
Welcome to the book blitz for THE DEVIL I DON’T KNOW, the first book in the adult mafia romance series, Brooklyn Kings, by L.K. Shaw. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
THE DEVIL I DON’T KNOW (Brooklyn Kings Series #1) by L.K. Shaw
My father is dying, and I’ve been called back to Brooklyn to take my place as the head of the Italian syndicate. After a seven year absence, my first test of loyalty is to marry the granddaughter of the Irish mob’s leader. I may not want a wife, but I’ll kill anyone who tries to harm her.
I only hope she doesn’t expect love in our marriage. I can’t–won’t–love her. Not ever. I don’t have it in me.
That’s all my life has been. Then, my grandfather signs a marriage contract, and I become a pawn in an alliance between the Irish and the Italians. Once again I’m bound by duty.
I’ve always been invisible–the person who fades into the background–except soon my new husband begins to see me.
He’s a Brooklyn king, but will our enemies destroy my chance to become his queen?
Excerpt #3 “You’re a dangerous woman, Brenna Ricci.”
“How so?” I ask, a little too breathless.
“Because you make it difficult to maintain control.”
A rush of pleasure surges through me at his words. I’m not the type of woman that makes men lose control.
I’m too bookish.
Except Jacob seems to see me.
“I wouldn’t mind, you know,” I whisper.
“Wouldn’t mind what?”
I bite my lip before answering and his gaze drops to my mouth before meeting my eyes again. “I wouldn’t mind you losing control.”
Author L.K. Shaw
About the Author LK Shaw is the bestselling author of the sexy, sinful suspense. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with dark romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.
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Welcome to the book blitz for ROYAL TROUBLE, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Royally Engaged, by Jennifer Bonds. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
ROYAL TROUBLE (Royally Engaged Series #2) by Jennifer Bonds
Synopsis It’s time for everyone’s favorite bad boy, Prince Alexander Stanley, to clean up his act. Given the rare opportunity to lead a new royal program that aids veterans and their families, Xander can’t afford to be making scandalous headlines anymore. He has only two months until the program launches. No more overindulging. And definitely no more women.
Then halfway into it, his good behavior streak is threatened by a devil in a fuchsia dress.
Everly Wilson has kept a secret for years. She was the mastermind behind the celebrity dirt website Royals Gone Wild, which exposed some of her home country of Valeria’s juiciest secrets. But once she was out of school, she left the website and her past behind, moved to New York, and became a serious writer.
A seriously broke writer. If she doesn’t find a fresh story to earn her top dollar, she’ll be out on the street, with nothing but her laptop and a stack of unpaid medical bills to keep her warm at night.
But when a friend’s wedding brings her back home, it seems like the fates have aligned to deliver her the scoop of the year. Prince Alexander is suddenly on a mission to clean up his act, avoiding the escapades he once embraced—and she’s determined to be the one to catch his inevitable screwup. So when things between them start to heat up, and Xander’s walls start coming down, Everly might be the one royally in trouble this time…
Excerpt #2 He flashed a grin. “Turns out I’m a fine athletic specimen, and believe it or not, some people actually find me charming.”
“Because charm is so high on the list of requirements for serving in the military.” She rolled her eyes. This fucking guy. “Honestly, it’s like you can’t go five minutes without complimenting yourself.”
And still, he was melting her defenses with self-deprecating humor and naked vulnerability.
Xander winked as the barkeep delivered fresh pints and scooped up their empty glasses. “Just trying to point out some of my finer qualities, since you seem impervious to said charm.”
Everly laughed in spite of herself. “Alright, hot shot. You want to show off your athletic prowess? We’ll make a game of it.”
“What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice taking on a seductive edge that had her considering other games they might play.
“Grab a bottle of vodka from the bar and meet me at the dartboard.”
She hopped to her feet and swaggered toward the back of the bar, swaying her hips more than was strictly necessary. She considered herself a feminist, but with the stakes this high, she wasn’t above deploying every weapon in her arsenal. She hadn’t thrown a dart since her college days, so this was pretty much going to be the best idea ever or a colossal disaster.
Focus on the goal.
Right. Get Xander drunk. Get the story. Get the hell out of town.
She was so busy formulating a game plan and gathering darts that she didn’t notice Xander’s return until he spoke.
“What are we playing?” he asked, slipping behind her to place the bottle and glasses on the table. His breath was a warm caress against her cheek, and he was so close she could smell his crisp outdoorsy scent mixed with a hint of sweat from the polo match. The muscles of his back rippled under the thin white polo shirt as he opened the bottle and poured two shots.
He was fully clothed, but damn if it didn’t feel like a thirst trap.
Everly cleared her throat. Lord, she needed a drink. “Cricket. We’ll throw to see who goes first. Loser takes a shot. Anytime a number is closed out, loser takes two shots.”
Xander looked her over from head to toe and lifted a brow. “You sure you can handle this?”
“Can you?” she fired back, planting a hand on her hip.
“There’s nothing I can’t handle, love.”
She didn’t doubt it. Despite all the shit Xander had weathered in the media, he somehow managed to roll with it, remaining light and jovial. She could probably stand to take a page from his book.
He gestured to the board. “Ladies first.”
Everly moved to the throwing line and relaxed her breathing.
It’s all in the wrist.
She gripped the dart firmly but gently between three fingers as she drew her arm up to aim, putting most of her weight on her right foot. She needed the advantage of going first, but she wasn’t quite ready to tip her hand yet. Not a bullseye, then. She’d aim for the outer bull and hope Xander went for the bullseye and missed. Given his enormous ego, it was likely, but if he went for a double or triple ring, she’d be screwed.
About the Author Jennifer Bonds writes sizzling contemporary romance with sassy heroines, sexy alphas, and a whole lot of mischief. She’s a sucker for enemies-to-lovers stories, laugh-out-loud banter, and over-the-top grand gestures. Jennifer lives in Pennsylvania, where her overactive imagination and weakness for reality TV keep life interesting. She’s lucky enough to live with her own real-life hero, two adorable (and sometimes crazy) children, and one rambunctious K9. Loves Buffy, Mexican food, a solid Netflix binge, the Winchester brothers, cupcakes, and all things zombie. Sings off-key.
To connect with Jen online, visit http://www.jenniferbonds.com or find her on Facebook and Instagram @jbondswrites.