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BOOK BLITZ: Coop by Giulia Lagomarsino #GIVEAWAY

Coop
Giulia Lagomarsino
(Reed Security, #22)
Publication date: April 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

CoopBecky is life. She’s the sunshine that lights up my world. But for some reason, I just can’t seem to fully commit. Everything in my head is screwing with me, and if I don’t figure it out soon, I’ll lose her. And to make matters worse, my sweet angel of a daughter has turned into a rebellious seventeen year old that is doing everything in her power to kill me. Something’s gotta give or I’m going to lose everything I’ve fought for in my life.

BeckyCoop has always been a mystery, but he was my mystery. Now, though, I can’t take any more. I want him, but I want all of him. If he can’t let me in, I can’t stick around. I need the whole man, not just the pieces he’s willing to give me. But even if I get him, can I hold onto him? He’s the one thing I want most in this world, but I have a feeling that things aren’t going to go my way.

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—EXCERPT:“You want to do what?” Storm asked.“We’re going to scare the shit out of Kayla.”“And why would we do that?” Tacoman asked.“Because she’s breaking the fucking rules, and one of these times, it’s not going to turn out so well for her.”Storm shoved his gun in his holster and then strapped on his knife. Tacocheese was putting on his vest. “I’m still not seeing what you hope to accomplish,” Storm grumbled.“Hey, Thunders, when you have kids, you’ll understand.”“Kids? Ha, never gonna happen. Troublemakers, all of them.”“Exactly. The plan is, we’ll surround the house and then storm in, scaring the shit out of Kayla and whoever she’s with.”“You want us to storm someone’s house?” Tacoman shook his head. “Not happening. You’re gonna get us all arrested.”“We have Sean on speed dial. It’ll be fine.”“No, I’m pretty sure we’re all gonna end up in jail.”I glared at Tachocheese. “Are you a man or a pussy?”“A man?”“If this was your kid, sneaking out of the house at all hours, showing up at someone else’s house, someone you have no fucking clue about, wouldn’t you do anything you could to make sure that she thought twice about ever doing something so stupid again?”“I don’t know. I think I’d let it play out and see what she’s up to.”“And that’s the difference between us. I’m not leaving my kid in a potentially dangerous situation that could get her killed. What if she’s with a rapist right now and doesn’t even know it? They hide in plain sight, hunting the weak.”“But Kayla’s not weak,” Storm pointed out.“Doesn’t matter. She’s inexperienced. Anyone can see that and they will use it against her.”“I still think this is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbled as he strapped on the last of his gear.“Rob, come in,” I said over coms.“I read you loud and clear.”“Send me the address. We’re heading out.”“Copy that.”We headed for the SUV and climbed in. I was driving because I was pissed and needed control over something right now. It was a short drive into town. I parked a block away from the address and hurried down the street, sticking to the shadows. “Alright, Storm, you head for the back door. Tacocheese, you’ve got the garage door. I’ll take the front. I want all the information we can before we enter. If you see the target in trouble, we move in right away.”“Just for the record, I don’t think Kayla would like being called a target,” Storm said. I slapped him upside the head, ignoring his scowl. “Let’s move out.”I made my way through the bushes to the front door, peeking inside the windows as I went. I was just about to get in position when I saw her move through the house, laughing at some asshole that was trying to grab at her. I saw red.“Target acquired. Everyone in position.”I tested the front door, checking to see if it was locked. It was. At least I knew she was trying to remain safe indoors.“Copy that,” Storm said. “Ready to storm this nice suburban house.”“Yeah,” Tacocheese grumbled. “I’m ready for jail.”“Move out.”I kicked at the door twice and then gave a final boot to the door and watched it swing wide open, banging against the wall. I saw the look of shock on Kayla’s face as I moved into the living room and cleared the area. The asshole moved in front of her, trying to protect her. Wrong fucking move.“Down on your knees,” I shouted, pointing my gun at him. I knew that Tony Tacos and Storm were clearing the rest of the house, so I kept my gun trained on this asshole. He slowly moved to his knees, but my girl stood tall, refusing to get down. Obviously, she knew who I was. She would recognize the gear anywhere. “Kayla, baby, get down. Just do as he says.”“No,” she said defiantly. I walked forward slowly and placed my boot right over the fucker’s fingers, slowly lowering the weight of my body on top of his hand. He screamed in agony, but I remained staring at Kayla. “Still want to stay standing?” I asked her.“You’re being an asshole,” she shouted.“An asshole,” I repeated, lifting my boot just enough to kick the fucker in the side. He tipped over, holding his side and gasping for air. Kayla stared at me incredulously.“What are you doing? You’re gonna get thrown in jail!”“Kayla,” the fucker whimpered. “Just do as he says.”I waited for her to listen, but my defiant little girl just wouldn’t do it. I quickly snatched him off the floor and held him against my body, my arm wrapped around his throat. Tony Tacos and Storm entered the room, both with wide eyes. “Oh shit,” Tacos grumbled. “We’re so going to jail.”“Should I call Cap?” Storm asked.“He would do the same fucking thing if it was Caitlin,” Tony answered.“Just…don’t kill him,” Storm said, narrowing his eyes at me. I grinned maniacally. “I’ll take that into consideration.” I turned to the kid, whispering in his ear. “Have you ever felt the sting of a really sharp blade against your neck?” He shook his head wildly. “That’s a shame. It’s really a very…exciting feeling. Let me show you.”I pulled out my knife and slid it ever so slowly against his neck, not actually putting him in any danger. I was quite good with a knife and there was no chance that I would accidentally nick him. “Doesn’t it make you feel alive?”He shook his head slightly.“Dad, would you stop fucking with him?” Kayla said in exasperation.“Dad? This is your dad?” the fucker shouted.“Nice to meet you. You can call me Mr. Cooper.”

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I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Instagram / Twitter / Newsletter / Bookbub

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B@@K REVEAL: Wild Thing by Michelle Hercules

Wild Thing
Michelle Hercules
(Blueblood Vampires, #2)
Publication date: May 29th 2020
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Savage. Reckless. Wild. These are only some of the words used to describe me. I’m all of those things, and I never wished to be anything else in almost 500 years of existence.Then she came along. Aurora Leal, the daughter of the High Witch and destined for that role. She’s practically royalty in the magical world, but most importantly, she’s forbidden fruit.I was taught never to mess with witches, and I had no intention of breaking that rule until the night she crashed into my life. I couldn’t resist the pull, and like an idiot, I succumbed to her charms.Now I’m screwed. What was supposed to be only a hookup left a permanent mark. I ended up mated to the sassy witch. An eternal commitment wasn’t something I ever wished for, but when your destined mate is promised to someone else, that’s a much bigger problem.I only have two choices. Either I find a way to break the mating bond or Aurora will become a widow before she says I do. That will definitely start a war between vampires and mages. But the more time I spend with her, the less inclined I am to give her up.Damn, I guess I’m killing some mages, then.

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USA Today bestselling author Michelle Hercules always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would write a novel. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first book, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.Michelle Hercules resides in The Netherlands with her husband and daughter. She is currently working on the Legends of Gattica series.Facebook Page / Facebook Group / Instagram / Amazon / Bookbub

B@@K REVEAL: Beauty is the Beast by D. James McGee

Beauty is the Beast
D. James McGee
(Caligula, #1)
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: July 15th 2020
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

It’s 1985. Lady Laura Lacy of Britewood is beautiful and graceful, a celebrity in her own right. She is cousin to Her Majesty The Queen, and her father is the well-respected Earl of Britewood, honorary commander of the Army’s elite reserve special forces unit. Laura seemingly has it all. She should be happy.However, due to unspeakable acts committed against her as a child, she’s developed a blood lust for revenge. Secretly trained by her father’s regiment in the arts of war, Laura begins to target men who prey on the innocent and helpless. As her skills sharpen, Laura becomes a formidable force against evil.That’s when she uncovers a transatlantic child trafficking ring led by an elite group within British society. With the help of commanding officer and police inspector Billy Smythe, her mysterious family attorney Arthur Mosely, and an unorthodox group of American allies, Laura sets out on a vengeance-fueled quest to stop them. She is determined to save as many innocents as she can.It’s a mission that will put her very life and sanity at stake, making her question everything she’s ever believed in. But to make things right, Beauty must become the Beast.

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Domnic “DJames” McGee was born in Leeds, West Yorkshire. A sickly child, he was raised in a council estate to a single mother. At school, he was a poor student and failed dismally. He developed a passion for martial arts, so in his teens, he moved to Ireland where he trained full-time while working in menial jobs to survive.A chance encounter then gave him the opportunity to work as an Executive Protection Agent for some of the most influential figures in European society.He came to the US in 2001 to further his studies of martial arts. He decided to stay and earned his citizenship by serving in an Army infantry unit and later with a reserve Military Police unit.He currently lives in Huntington Beach, where he works as an Executive Protection Agent and trains and writes as much as he can.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

BOOK BLITZ: I Would Never... But If I Did by Maria Ann Green #GIVEAWAY

I Would Never…But If I Did
Maria Ann Green
Publication date: April 10th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Taryn Sams doesn’t believe in love. Period. Every time she’s gotten close, her happiness has been ripped from her, proving once again the only thing worth believing in is the inevitability of her own – and others – screw ups.For Austin Wright, Taryn is the one who got away. But really, if he’s honest with himself, he pushed her away, with one hard shove. He did the one thing he told her he never would do, and shattered both of their hearts. But it’s been years since then, and somehow Austin and Taryn found a way to be friends, albeit dysfunctional ones.Theo Evans is the other man in Taryn’s life. He’s also Austin’s best friend. But, to be fair, he’s been in love with Taryn longer. He accepts Taryn as she is, broken, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to be the one she chooses in the end.Taryn isn’t the only one with someone else in her life. Austin has a girlfriend he’s trying to see a future with even though she can’t live up to those that came before. Yet they keep coming back together like magnets, unable to resist the pull to each other. Taryn continues her relationship with Theo while starting up again with Austin, willing to give him one more shot though not willing to let go of Theo just yet. While juggling the two men, she’s hoping that her once-bitter heart will eventually open up and tell her who to choose, hoping that she isn’t deluding herself yet again about what’s real and what’s possible.Can love win Taryn over, or will she screw up her own life yet again, and the lives of at least three others in the process?

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:“I would never cheat on her, but if I did, it would only be with you.”His stupid, insensitive words, from who-the-fuck-knows how long ago, a lifetime—from a couple girlfriends ago—feel more and more like I imagined them. And still, I can’t let go; they rattle and clank but just won’t leave. So I tip the bottle of booze back, taking another long pull. And I shouldn’t be surprised when I have to bite back both the gag and mouthful of saliva that follow way too quickly. At this point, it’s almost instant. But I am. Though, after some quick swallowing and a violent shudder, I’m pretty sure it’s not coming back up.Yet.I don’t even know why I’m thinking about him, about that, I forget what brought it up this time. But something always does, and, every time, those memories lead to nights like this.Whatever.Looking between the bottle in my hand and Maicy eyeing me like I’m a glass on the edge of a shelf, too close to falling, to shattering, I can’t take it. I just can’t. No thank you.So I take another drink, intending to get drunk.

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Maria lives in Minnesota despite the frozen winters. Actually, she prefers snow drifts and icicles over summer and all that sweat running everywhere. She lives with her husband and little family, which includes a couple lazy cats who make great lap warmers. You can usually find her wishing that she lived in a secret cabin in the woods where she could be a hermit reading and writing all of the time. Instead she lives the suburban life where she pretends to her neighbors and the other moms around that she doesn't swear like a sailor, have hidden tattoos, and love a good glass bottle of wine. She absolutely believes in unicorns and ghosts and hopes vampires and monsters are real too. She's a coffee-in-the-morning and wine-in-the-evening kind of person, preferably with a nap in between. Maria prefers cats over dogs, books over people, and late nights over early mornings. She probably shouldn't talk to anyone until she's had her first cup of coffee. And if you ever want to hang out with her, you'll have to be game for a horror movie or just a quick run to target for two (hundred) little things. Also, you couldn't pay her to be in her twenties again; Thirties is where it's at. She's a creative, mouthy, introverted, proud bisexual, highly-sensitive INFJ, Slytherpuff, dork with a sweet-tooth.Maria devours books, reading mostly in bed or listening to audio books in the car. Writing has been one of her passions for pretty much her whole life. So creativity is a necessity for her, always. After working in the mental health field for almost a decade, she's now living her dream as a stay-at-home writer, kiddo wrangler, professional snuggler, and constantly-tired-person. When it comes to her writing, she specializes in dark and twisted thrillers or gritty, angsty contemporary romances. But no matter the genre, she always prefers writing deeply flawed characters with dysfunctional relationships. She's pretty sure the whole "unlikable character" thing is a conspiracy because every character she loves have been labeled this way. Ridiculous. And because of this, she's pretty much found it impossible to write anything without at least a little mayhem.Maria was once told she painted with her words, and that phrase stuck with her - because writing really is an art, and good stories are true masterpieces. She's always trying to grow and improve in her craft, shooting for a masterpiece of her own someday. And she plans to write forever because writing gives Maria the ability to disappear into new worlds and create people within twisting plots, all from the comfort of her couch. She will always believe that though not every story is for her, and her stories aren't for everyone, every story has a reader.Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter

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BOOK BLITZ: Fluffy by Julia Kent #GIVEAWAY

Fluffy
Julia Kent
Publication date: April 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.Until it was too late.The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.The perfect job!Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.Oh, man…And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?Having all my dreams come true.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Audible / Amazon Audio / iTunes—EXCERPT:“I can’t tonight. I have a date,” I blurt out, remembering David. The dating app. The asshole who isn’t an asshole.Yet. I haven’t met him, so that judgment remains withheld.“A date?” Will asks, intrigued.“Yes. A date. You know, that thing where you go out with someone who has no intention of really getting to know you and you spend the entire time eating bread that doesn’t taste as good as your date claims and trying to decide whether to initiate rescue-text sequences with your mom.”“That’s your idea of a date?”“That is my actual experience of every date I’ve had since college.”“You’re dating the wrong guys.” He holds my gaze for just a little too long. I look away.“I have to keep fishing in the pond if I ever want to catch a different one.”“If that’s the way you talk to your dates, I am beginning to understand why they all turn out so badly.”“Hey!”“What?”“Don’t accuse me of being a bad date. I’m a great date! I Google the guy in advance and read his LinkedIn profile. I make sure I don’t wear super-tall heels in case he lied about his height on his dating profile. I pretend to care about all his hobbies and don’t reveal that I’m secretly tallying all the micro-aggressions he’s sending my way during appetizers and wine. And if he makes it to dessert, well–” I falter.“You never make it to dessert, do you?” Will asks, eyebrows up. He drops them quickly, wincing.“I–well–it’s not that I don’t. He doesn’t!”“He ditches you?”“No! No! It’s just that he always has a thing.”“A thing?”“A work emergency. Or a dog with a twisted bowel. Or a grandma in the ER.”“How many guys used the twisted-canine-intestine thing?”“Three.” I sit down and sag against his teenage desk, elbows sliding forward, fingers deep in my hair. “I looked it up. There’s an entire subreddit devoted to inventive ways to get out of a bad date.”“And yet here you are.” He leans against the edge of his desk. “Trying again.”“I’m a masochist.”His eyes gleam. “Maybe you should start your dates with that line. ‘Hi. I’m Mallory Monahan. I’m a masochist.’ You’d definitely make it to dessert.”

Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. 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). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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BOOK BLITZ: Death's Widow by Lori Aisling #GIVEAWAY

Death’s Widow
Lori Aisling
Publication date: April 10th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

I was bound eternally to my soulmate – the one person who truly completed me. He was taken from me and assumed dead, his massive duties inherited by his only beneficiary. I was bonded to Callon as his forever companion – and soon became his widow.Something is wrong; I can feel it as I conduct my duties to the souls. The war between Heaven and Hell is escalating and, try as I may, I’m unable to counterbalance the feuding parties. A sinister plan was set into motion by a mutinous allegiance, and I have to stop it.I have no one I can trust, and time is running out to uncover the Timeless beings involved in this heinous plot. I will save Callon’s legacy and the innocent mortal souls that are being used as currency in this age-old strife. I will do this for my love. They will pay for taking him from me. But for myself – I do it for revenge.An eternity in the fiery pits of Hell’s prison? Oh, they’ll pray for such a luxury.
My name is Amara.I am Death.And this is my story.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:Swinging my bag over his shoulder, he once again grasped my hand and we began to walk towards the exit. He pulled a cell phone out of his jacket pocket and in just a few moments was speaking to the person on the other end in what sounded like fluent Arabic. I was surprised but then I realized I shouldn’t be. Of course, he would be able to speak to all the people he helped. It’s not like everyone spoke English. Listening to him converse, I tried to make out the unusual words, wishing I could understand. Something about a car…I think. Wait. How would I even know that?He hung up the phone and I hammered him with a barrage of questions. “Was that Arabic? Were you talking about a car? When did you get a phone?”“I am Death, not a caveman, doll. I need a phone to conduct mortal business and do things like getting us a car. Yes, I was speaking Arabic. We are in Egypt, remember?”“So you speak all languages, I assume. Will that be a gift I will learn to master?”“You already have all your power, we only need to awaken your ability to use it,” he explained. “It’s intent, Amara. Once you believe that- I mean fully believe it, the skill will come to you.”“Say something else, then. I want to try.”We continued to walk down the aisle of the bustling airport and after thinking for a moment he said “Kan jag kyssa dig?”The words made no sense. I could tell it was a question, simply due to his inflection, but it was not a Latin-based language I could begin to dissect. “Say it again.”Callon repeated himself and I rolled the words around on my tongue, attempting to repeat them in the same accent, trying to interpret their meaning. “I don’t know how to understand a language I have never heard spoken. How do I make myself believe I can speak it if I don’t know what you are saying?”“You have to believe, Amara. You do know what I am saying, your mortal brain is blocking you from comprehending. I’m asking you to let go of your preconceived notions and answer my question.”“Repeat it.”My back was suddenly pressed up against the wall and Callon pushed his entire body into mine. Looking up into his molten silver eyes, I felt my soft curves pressed against the hard planes of his frame and my blood temperature spiked. “Answer me, Amara.” His voice dipped, gravelly and low, sounding like sex and fine whiskey when he repeated, “Kan jag kyssa dig?” His face was mere inches from mine and I felt my hands running up his sides to pull him closer.“Yes, please do,” I whispered, my breath leaving me in little pants.“I knew you could do it,” he said as his lips crashed into mine. I was unconcerned about the fact we were surrounded by people in an international airport and I was ready to have a full-on make-out session with my mate.“Wait!” I said as I broke the kiss. “Do what? You asked me if you could kiss me.”He smiled, taking my hand and proceeding to walk towards the exit. “Yes, I did. In Swedish.”

Author Bio:
Lori Aisling lives her life wrapped up in the fantasy worlds that dance around in her brain. Blessed with the gift of gab, Lori started her obsession with storytelling by working in the radio industry. Her desire to delve deeper into other worlds has led her down a path overflowing with magic, survival, love, and honor.Lori lives in Colorado with her lovable brute of a BF on a little farm. When she's not writing, she's probably playing with goats, chasing chickens or sinking her fingers into the dirt of her garden.

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BOOK BLITZ: Edge of Darkness by Freya Barker #GIVEAWAY

Edge Of Darkness
Freya Barker
(Arrow’s Edge MC #2)
Publication date: April 9th 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Road rash and Jack meets handcuffs and street smarts.
I am a wandering disaster.A hedonist, a lover, a son, and a rebel.

My name is Yuma.I’m sober enough to see the need for redemption, but too blind to realize I already found it.

I am an independent seeker.An overachiever, a friend, a misfit, and a cop.

My name is Lissie.I’m determined enough to find acceptance, but too stubborn to see all I need is my own.
We shouldn’t get involved—all the odds are against us—but when bodies turn up on common ground and lines between duty and purpose get blurred, our future becomes clear.

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Award-winning author Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.Driven to make her books about 'real' people; she creates characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills in their lives.
Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We've Read All Year Award for "Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

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BOOK BLITZ: Capturing the Bride by Samantha Holt #GIVEAWAY

Capturing the Bride
Samantha Holt
Publication date: April 7th 2020
Genres: Adult, Historical Romance

If one is very, extremely desperate, then one may call on the services of a clandestine group of men.The Kidnap Club—known to few—specialize in helping women out of difficult situations.
Arranged marriages to awful men, for example.Miss Grace Beaumont is at her mercy of her uncle who is determined she marry the depraved Mr. Worthington. Desperate times call for…well, the Kidnap Club.It seems insane. Perhaps it is. But anything is better than being married to that man.Lord Nash Fitzroy has looked after many a kidnapee over the past few years, but none make him want to break the cardinal rules as much as Grace. Her determined spirit, quick wit, and, let’s be honest, her pretty looks have him struggling to remember his role in this.Protector, defender, and occasional shoulder to cry on.His way with women and the almost derelict offerings of his ancestral home as a hideaway make him a perfect pretend kidnapper. He doesn’t much mind the money involved either, seeing as his father cut him off.Which means, he cannot afford to get this wrong. No matter how tempted he is to show Grace that Worthington is not a prime example of how a man should be and burn the damned rule book.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:She huffed and unfolded her arms. “I cannot help that I am boring, Nash. I am sorry I do not have a crumbling mansion and a mysterious past.” She lifted her hands. “This is me. I have little ambition and I like animals. That is it. I am boring.”Nash rose to his feet before he had quite fathomed what he was doing. He strode over and took her elbows in his hands, drawing her up to meet him. Her lips parted and her eyes widened.“What are you—?”“Do not ever say that again,” he said firmly.“But—”“You are far, far, far from boring.”He curled a hand around her neck and kissed her. Hard. It took all of two seconds. Two mere seconds and they were pressed together, her lips beneath his. Two seconds to break all of his silent promises to himself, to Grace, and all those very real promises he had made to Guy.She tasted so damned good, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.After a little squeak of surprise, she settled against him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her closer. Her fingers dug into his upper arms while he explored her lips with his—only briefly, long enough to gain entrance.She made another sound, one that tugged deep inside him and made him harder than a stone statue. Her body softened further, and he gripped her to him tight, pushing the kiss hard and deep, sweeping his tongue into her mouth with a groan.It was no good. He was lost to her.

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USA Today Bestselling author Samantha Holt lives in a small village in England with her twin girls and a dachshund called Duke. If you’re not sure where to start why not try…Amelia and the Viscount (Bluestocking Brides #1) for a fun, slightly hot shorter length read. Meet the Chadwick sisters and follow their adventures in each of their standalone stories.You’re the Rogue That I Want (Rogues of Redmere #1) is a longer read with heat, witty dialogue, a feisty heroine and adventure. All books in the series are standalone.Sinful Confessions is the first in the Cynfell Brothers Series. These are all novella length and standalone–ideal for a quick dip into the world of the sexy Cynfell brothers.Wake Me With a Kiss is a sweet, fairytale romance. Twists on Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella are also available if you love a clean, fun read.To Steal a Highlander’s Heart is a full length dive into the world of sexy highlanders. For those who love braw Scots, some steamy scenes, and medieval romance, this series is a perfect escape.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter

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B@@K REVEAL: Counts of Eight by Brynn Ford

Counts of Eight
Brynn Ford
(The Four Families, #1)
Publication date: May 31st 2020
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Romance

All of my choices had been stripped from me except for one.Dance or die.Three years ago, I was taken, stolen away, far from the world I knew, far from civilization. I became a slave, forced to serve one of the four families with my talent.I’d been abused, battered, tortured in isolation. My Master brought me men, partners for performance, but they failed to live up to the high standard of dance my Master required.Until one day, he brought me a new man. A blonde-haired, green-eyed, dreamy new man who had no idea what was coming.The men before him had disappeared. I presumed they were dead. I couldn’t afford myself the luxury of hoping they’d made it out alive because that would give me hope that I might someday do the same.Hope was a dangerous thing and this new man’s spirit still thrummed with that electric spark of lightness. I would be the woman to strip that hope from him piece by tiny piece until he had none left. Only then could I control him, use him. Only then could I even consider the possibility of a predictable, complacent survival in this nightmare life.And until that time came, I would make the only choice I was given the liberty of making.Dance or die.

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Brynn Ford is an independent author of romance in all of its beautiful and sensually taboo forms. She is a lover of the dark, twisted, and playful and strives to bring the unmentionable aspects of passionate romance into her stories.Brynn resides in the Midwest with her husband and sons, whom she expects will someday be embarrassed by their mom's books. When she isn't obsessively writing, you may find her binge watching favorite shows while eating far too much junk food or fanatically reading, always seeking to lose herself in the emotional roller coaster of a damn good story.She is quite the idealist, despite her fascination with the wicked and warped aspects of humanity. Some of her stories may run out of words before a happily ever after, but she's a firm believer that her characters continue to live on outside the pages in the minds of her readers. Stories don't end just because there aren't anymore pages to turn.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Instagram

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Hidden Baggage
K P Knights
(Leftover Baggage ,#1)
Publication date: April 10th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

If you’d been burned by love before, would you be willing to take that risk again?From author, K P Knights, comes a story about heartbreak, second chances, and releasing the baggage from our past.William ‘Liam’ Anderson had given up on love. His father had arranged a marriage for Liam with a woman he didn’t love, who had cheated on him before leaving him for good. With trust issues plaguing him, Liam embraced his bachelor life and became known as a man-whore.Sophia ‘Sophie’ Clark had walked away from a previous relationship with more baggage than most people can handle. She’s determined to never let another man try to control her again.Sparks are ignited as Sophie lands herself as the new advertising executive at Liam’s family’s company. Wary of him at first, Sophie struggles to keep her heart secure from this known bad boy. But, Liam isn’t one to give up. Now, determined more than ever, Liam is set out to win Sophie’s heart and be the man she needs.Will Liam and Sophie be able to hide their own baggage to allow their hearts to heal? Find out now in this steamy and heart wrenching romance novel today.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:He knocked on her door.“Come in.”Sophia was sitting behind her desk going over some paperwork. He closed the door and sat down in the chair opposite hers.“Is there something I can help you with, William?” Sophia asked, arching a brow.“First of all, you can call me Liam. My father is the only person that calls me by full name, and I hate it.”She put her paperwork down giving him her undivided attention. “Okay, Liam. Is there something I can help you with?”“Yes, you owe me an apology.”She burst out laughing at his outrageous demand, but quickly composed herself when she realized that he was serious.“Why do you feel that I owe you an apology?”“Because you insulted me twice yesterday when you don’t know a thing about me, Sophia.”“Okay, how do you feel like I’ve insulted you?”He leaned forward in his chair. “First you commented on how others work for what they have while some haven’t. It was obvious you were referring to me. Then you made the comment about my car.”Sophia shrugged at his words. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I only apologize when I have something to be sorry for. As far as me knowing something about you, you’d be surprised at what I know about your type, William.”Her arrogance was starting to give him on his nerves. “Can you see where you may have crossed the line, Ms. Clark?”She rested her arms on her desk. “I was raised to call a spade a spade. You, sir, are a spoiled entitled rich boy who’s had the world handed to him on a silver platter. You went to USC and majored in Liberal Arts. We both know that’s just a fancy way to say that you got a degree because deep down you knew your daddy would give you this company even though you don’t know the first thing about advertising or marketing. I, however, worked my ass off to graduate at the top of my class in both undergrad and graduate school. I’ve kicked ass at every ad agency I have ever worked and I’m damn good at what I do. If you’re waiting for me to apologize to you, William, then you’re going to be waiting for a long time. Now, if there isn’t anything else, please close the door on your way out. I have important work to finish.”

Author Bio:
Like Bruce Wayne and Batman, I have two identities.By day: I am a wife and mother of three. I am also a full-time teacher trying to save the world one student at a time.By night: I am author K P Knights trying to make the world a better place one book at a time.In my spare time, I love to read, travel and defy the laws of gravity.

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