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BOOK BLITZ: Roughing the Kicker by Eden Butler #GIVEAWAY

Roughing the Kicker
Eden Butler
(Saints and Sinners #2)
Publication date: July 31st 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense

Reese Noble chased this dream for a decade.Now it was here.The NFL.A pro career.All eyes on the league’s new kicker.Millions of people expecting her to fail.But Reese wasn’t a novelty and the spot she landed on the New Orleans Steamers was one she planned to keep.With her teammates giving her hell and the world doubting her every move, Reese will have to fight harder than anyone else to make her dream a reality.Even if that means following the lead of Quarterback Ryder Glenn —the only man who brought her to the edge of ecstasy and the depths of heartbreak. The same man who broke her heart ten years before.In this city, there is a thin line between sin and sainthood and only the strongest can walk it.The Sinners and Saints series is a spin off from the Thin Love series and in the same universe.

SAINTS AND SINNERS READING ORDERLast Love of Luka HaleRoughing the KickerOffsides

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo—Only 99 cents for a limited time!—EXCERPT:Reese wasn’t restless—she was euphoric.She was also a little hurt.Ryder had stood next to her during most of the game, passing along details about Carolina’s defense, things he thought she should know when she got her shot at a field goal. Their quick exchange about being friends had stood, something that surprised Reese, but Ryder had seemed a little uncomfortable around her. He wouldn’t stand too close, would lean away from her when she asked him a question or two.Maybe he was distracted by the game. Maybe some part of him still regretted the kiss in the gym. Whatever his reason, Ryder had only looked her way when she came off the field after her last kick, not checking to see if she was okay or getting the rundown on what the blocker had said to her. He hadn’t even joined in with the rest of the team after the game to celebrate their win.It was Ryder and his weird behavior that distracted Reese as she sat behind the piano, staring down at the keys. She was debating another song, maybe something a little faster than Morrison’s melancholy ballad, when the bench she was sitting on slid against the floor and Ryder dropped down next to her, his back against the keys. Several notes crashed together as he leaned back, and Reese caught the distinct smell of hard liquor coming off him like gasoline from a pump.“Evening, Noble,” he said, that crooked smile lazy.“Captain,” she replied moving over to give him room. He watched her shift her position, gaze on her legs when she pulled her skirt down, but otherwise Ryder didn’t speak. The silence went on for so long that Reese tried ignoring it, resting her fingers against the keys as a distraction. “Any requests?”“How about, ‘Thinking Bout You?’”“Talking about anyone in particular?” She banged out the first chords of Pearl Jam’s “Come Back” and ignored the low snorting laugh he released. Her back straight, Reese leaned over the keys, playing the chord lower. “I did hear that your girlfriend was at the game. She still around?”“Is Baker?”Reese stopped playing, taking her fingers from the keys to turn toward Ryder. “You trying to imply something?”
“Big guy like that saving the day? Lot of women would be flattered.”Reese tightened the muscles at her jaws, trying hard to control her mounting temper. “I wonder if you’d say that to Wilkens or any other kicker that was new to your team. You know…if they had a dick.”“Careful, Noble. We’re just having a friendly chat about your potential plans with one of our teammates.”She ignored him, returning her focus to the keyboard beneath her fingers, not caring that Ryder watched her, that he leaned closer as she played. He smelled of bourbon—and nothing like the good stuff Reese had brought for her new teammates that first night at Decadence.“You were good,” he said, and Reese’s playing slowed, but she didn’t ask him to explain the compliment. After a few more chords, she didn’t have to ask him a thing. “The kicks were golden, and you handled the bullshit like a pro.”“Careful, Glenn, you might be paying me a compliment on accident.”“Accidently on purpose,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, not looking her. “I always thought Coach should have let you and Witherspoon run that fake back in school.”Reese frowned, surprised that Ryder remembered the play. She and Witherspoon, the punter, had devised something sneaky that would have landed Duke an easy score because no one would expect Reese to do more than kick the ball. The first time they’d practiced it, Ryder had clapped, laughing like a fool at how quickly the play worked. Her father, on the other hand, hadn’t been impressed.“Papa thought it was cheap.” Next to her she felt the bench move as Ryder looked up at her, still resting against his knees. She didn’t like his cool quietness or how the man kept staring at her like he expected something remarkable to happen. “He didn’t like fakes.”“Yeah,” Ryder said, sitting up. He leaned so close to Reese now that she couldn’t play anything. “Like how you fake me out all the time?”She jerked her attention to him, that dimming temper beginning to rise again. “The hell is that supposed to mean, cabrón?”Ryder tilted his head, his breath hot, bourbon-soaked when he whispered against her mouth. “Kiss me and walk away. Tempt me and ignore everything between us.”Reese leaned back, needing space. “You said there was no everything between us anymore. Remember that?”“Maybe,” he continued, moving a hand to her face, pressing his palm against her cheek. “Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I don’t like seeing you without me. Maybe I’m drunk and being an asshole.”“Maybe,” she said, insides lit with something that liquefied her patience. “You should stop being such a selfish prick and remember that you left me. I owe you nothing, Ryder.” She pulled his hand from her face and stood up, grabbing her bag before she glared down at him. “Not one damn thing.”There was relief as she walked away, that no one was there to witness one of America’s favorite quarterbacks acting like an ass. Reese knew Ryder was a good guy. Other than how things had ended with them, Ryder had always been a decent person who’d never intentionally hurt anyone.He was just drunk, she told herself, hearing the click of her own heels as she walked toward the elevator. Drunk and stupid, for some reason, about shit that died a long time ago.“No,” she said to no one in particular. “Damn that.”Her temper now a blistering inferno, Reese weighed the wisdom of turning back to find Ryder and scream at him. She didn’t care if he was drunk. She didn’t care if had trouble dealing with her being on his team and the memories of all the sins they’d committed together in the past.“Grown ass man supposed to be…”“Supposed to be what?” he said, coming up behind her just as the bell for the elevator chimed.“Leave me alone,” she told him, intending to walk away, but Ryder took her arm, moving her against him and shuffling them both into the empty elevator.“I can’t seem to do that, now can I, Noble?”He rested them against the wall, the dim light overhead flickering as the elevator moved. Reese didn’t know what to think of Ryder like this. She didn’t appreciate him blaming her for things that weren’t her fault. She didn’t like the jealous ex-boyfriend attitude from him because it made him look petty.But God did it feel good to see him making a move right toward her. It was good to feel wanted—desired—after such a long time of nothing special at all.“You’re confused,” she told him, making a vain attempt to push him back. Ryder didn’t budge, and if she was honest with herself, she was glad he didn’t. He smelled like cheap bourbon and expensive cologne. Both scents worked some kind of seduction on her senses that had her heart hammering and a wicked, sweet tingle thrilling between her legs. “You never dealt with…everything, and now I’m here, a daily reminder. That’s all this is.” He moved closer, hand against her face again, thumb under her bottom lip as he watched her.Ryder was tempting, even if he was blitzed out of his head. He never lost control. He never let his composure slip, and just then, while he moved closer, right hand slipping to Reese’s thigh, fingertips against the bare skin he brushed along the back of her leg, Reese understood that this was him doing exactly what he wanted.“This isn’t real…” she tried, going quiet when he curled his fingers higher up her leg and pressed her right against his hard dick.“That feel real enough for you?” It did. It felt like perfection. It felt real and ready and everything Reese had been missing for the past ten years. When she didn’t speak, was able only to make stupid, small noises of protests she didn’t mean to leave her mouth, Ryder took advantage and angled her head up, putting her waiting mouth close enough for him to take. “Thought so,” he said, closing the small space between them to kiss her.

Author Bio:
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. When she's not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.Please send help.

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BOOK BLITZ: A Baby for the Bratva by Chloe Kent #GIVEAWAY

A Baby for the Bratva
Chloe Kent
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: October 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance

They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions.They planned to use her until she was pregnant…Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson.When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast…With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition.Her body for a fee…Except…No one says no to the Bratva.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks—EXCERPT:“Turn around,” he said pronouncing every word in Russian.Starla had run out of things to say and think and so she did the only thing she was capable of doing. She stuck her tongue out at him. Like really hard.“Do that one more time.” He dared.And so she did.And he, this massive hulking form of a man, maybe twice and half her size, moved with the lightning speed of a cheetah and clamped his teeth down on her tongue stuck out between her lips.He stunned her into utter silence, shocked her to her core, and destroyed her mind. If she was lost for thought before, now every cognitive facility she had curled up and died.

Author Bio:
Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn't wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two... sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that's exactly how Chloe writes them. Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.

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BOOK BLITZ: Million Miles Away by Alice Bane #GIVEAWAY

Million Miles Away
Alice Bane
(Million Miles, #1)
Publication date: October 5th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

For the past year, sleep paralysis has been little more than a thorn in Natalia’s side. That is, until she meets Korin, a strange but beautiful alien being who makes her question everything she knows about the universe.Life-changing love almost feels like an invasion.I won’t bore you with details about the mysterious medical issues I’ve had over the last year;the sudden severe allergies to food and medication, the sleep paralysis. All I’ll tell you is that they turned my life upside down.But I’m a rational person.Naturally, I assumed that my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw the strange figures standing over me.But it felt so freakishly real;especially one face in particular that always stayed with me long after I woke up.Something about him always drew me in and I knew he was different. He made me feel different.All my life, romance has felt like something that was reserved for everyone but me. I’d accepted that the only love in my life would be experienced through my artwork.Now I’m questioning everything I know about myself, about reality, and especially about love.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:The girls would always tease me about how put together my life was. Sure, it looked good on paper; top-rated artist in my department, an amazing house which I always kept immaculate, and when I wasn’t working, I was at the gym. They seemed to think that I had a perfect life. They had no idea how much I envied them. They both had incredible relationships with gorgeous men who doted on them endlessly. They were always commenting on how jealous they were of my body, but they also never missed a chance to eat delicious foods that I couldn’t so much as smell without getting sick. They didn’t realize that my house was always clean because it was empty and sterile; just like the rest of my life.I didn’t even have a pet. Ever since little Ivan died, I accepted that I wasn’t pet owner material. If I couldn’t keep a goldfish alive, what chance did I have with a more complex and emotionally dependent animal? Besides, with my work schedule, it would be cruel to even try.“Before we get started with what we’ve got on today, I need to ask you guys a really important favor,” Abiola said, circling the desk to take both mine and Laura’s hands in hers. “The two of you have been such a huge part of my life. You’ve been there for me through all my family drama and I couldn’t love you more if you were my flesh and blood sisters.”“Abi,” Laura pushed out her bottom lip. “That’s the sweetest thing you could possibly say.”“Well, I would be so honored if the two of you would be my bridesmaids this spring. Please say yes!”The three of us all wrapped our arms around each other in a sickeningly sweet display of female solidarity. I forced a smile and swallowed the lump in my throat as I imagined walking down the aisle on the arm of some random groomsman who had a wife or girlfriend somewhere in the church. This would be the second time I was a bridesmaid at someone’s wedding. The old saying ‘three times a bridesmaid, never a bride’ rang out in my mind.“I would love to be a bridesmaid at your wedding,” Laura crooned.I mustered the minimal amount of excitement I could get away with for the situation and said, “Me too. I love you, woman,” then patted Abiola on the back.Abiola nodded and wiped at eyeliner from beneath her watering eyes. She was an old soul with a soft heart. She spent her weekends volunteering at a children’s group home. That was where she met her fiancé Trevor, and they bonded over their dysfunctional family situations. They would probably adopt a bunch of foster kids right after their wedding and live happily ever after. She deserved that; it was all she ever wanted.“Okay ladies,” Abiola clapped her hands. “Today we’re looking for something we can use for the promotion of the OSA campus, which will be opening next year in Portland, Oregon. Boss says our primary focus is to attract engineering and architectural students for the Lunar-retreat that’s in the works.”“So, where do we start?” Laura said, looking right at me.“I am going to need to work up some concept drawings for the Lunar Resort. Also, if you could give me the clearest photos of the most beautiful views the Lunar Surface has to offer, that would be cool to show exactly what the students should be aspiring to be a part of. I want to see some dramatic landscapes with visible craters, maybe some rock formations. Anything to pull people in.”“I’m on it,” Laura nodded and sat down at her touch responsive computer.“I’ll go to engineering to get permission to use blueprints of the resort that you can use to make the concept drawings,” Abiola said, then turned and headed towards the elevator.It was an exciting project. I used to fantasize that by the time I was ready to retire, I would be able to cash in on all the vacation time I had accrued and maybe even spend a few of my golden years at that resort. The thought of waking up in the morning and looking out the window to see the Earth just as we see the moon from down here always gave me a sense of calm.Four hours later, all final decisions had been made on what I wanted to use on the project. Right on cue, my trusty assistants started complaining that they were starving to death.“If I don’t get some corned beef nachos in me in the next ten minutes, I might actually die,” Laura said and stood up dramatically from her desk.“I want waffles and bacon,” Abiola rubbed her belly.I sighed at the memory of bacon; I would probably just have some raw vegetables and berries. I was still looking at my screen and inspecting one of the photos, trying to decide on how I would alter the image to bring it to life. My eyes burned. I clenched them shut and rubbed them, forcing them to rest. Eye strain was the enemy and this day was proving to be particularly difficult since I had hardly slept the night before. I couldn’t shake my anxiety about today’s social gathering after work. Stress and lack of sleep usually meant a big fat migraine, which was the last thing I needed at Laura’s party.“I’m going to head to the chill room. I need a nap more than anything.”“You better be rested for tonight’s festivities,” Laura wagged her finger at me.“I’ll bring my party face, I promise,” I said. I stood up but couldn’t stop the oncoming yawn. “The fatigue is killing me.”“Yeah, no coffee or sugar in your morning will do that to you,” Abiola said with a shake of her head. “I don’t know how you do it.”“Well, it’s easy since a cup of coffee could put me in the hospital again, I guess.”“Jesus,” Abiola pressed her fist to her mouth. “I didn’t mean to…”“It’s fine, Abi,” I assured her. “I just need to get a little rest.”The two girls headed down to the food court while I made my way to the sleeping pods. White, plush, and stacked like a honeycomb, they were an inviting image that screamed comfort. I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief to find my favorite lower level pod was unoccupied. Turning on the sound system, I selected a playlist I knew I could sleep through. Sometimes I would choose guided meditation tracks or audiobooks. Today’s selection was soft cello. Something about the deep tones helped me unwind no matter what was on my mind. I settled in, turning on the heated cushions and closing my eyes.I practiced the deep breathing exercises the doctor had taught me as I pictured myself floating through a dark endless sky toward the moon’s surface. The pictures I had looked at for over four hours served to be the subject of my meditation. I inhaled deeply, focusing on relaxing my arms and legs. Exhaling, I imagined moving further out into space. In… and out…As soon as sleep found me, I was swept up in a flurry of blinding light. My stomach turned as the light began strobing violently, causing me to feel disoriented. My body tensed as I realized it had been several weeks since I’d had an episode. Right on schedule, it hit me like a ton of bricks.Oh no, no, no, no… I can’t deal with this right now, not at work!I struggled to wake myself, I couldn’t move. The cold sensation of a smooth metallic surface beneath me was confusing. I felt my fingertips twitch as I tried desperately to flail any and all limbs that might respond to my will, but my body remained where it was. I strained to sit up or scream, but I couldn’t even open my mouth. I was trapped, overwhelmed by the weight of my chest collapsing in on itself. If I didn’t put every ounce of will I possessed into sucking air through my nostrils, I had a very real fear that my body would simply shut down, leaving my body as a cold stiff corpse which might be found hours later in my cozy little pod. Filling my lungs with intention, I gasped for air, breath after panicked breath, hoping someone would notice and wake me.The strobing intensified for what felt like several minutes and when it finally stopped, there remained a constant blinding light that made my eyes water. Tears streamed from the outer corners of my eyes into my ears.“Help… me…” I managed to whisper to no one in particular.From the edge of my vision, a blurry figure leaned over me.“Please,” I sobbed, trying to turn my head to get a better look at who it was, but I couldn’t.My chest burned as my heart pounded out of control. I tried to calm myself by reciting the scientific facts about what I knew was happening.During REM sleep, your muscles are essentially turned off to keep you from sleepwalking. When a person wakes up during REM, they are fully conscious but completely paralyzed. Usually, physical stimulation from someone rubbing or shaking them will pull the victim out of the purgatorial state. Unfortunately, living alone means I have no one to rescue me during these episodes, which can sometimes last for hours.“Just close your eyes. Everything will be okay,” a distorted voice spoke through the fog of my half-conscious state.Maybe my brain is morphing the cello music into a voice. Sleep paralysis is often accompanied by waking dreams or hallucinations, after all. I thought I could force myself to come out of it but, instead, I moved even deeper into unconsciousness. It wasn’t like falling, but more like being underwater and sinking slowly. I struggled against what felt like a chemically induced calm. I tried again to force myself awake but couldn’t. The darkness swallowed me up and I finally surrendered to it.To my surprise, I suddenly found myself vividly aware of two things; one, the fact that I was breathing without much effort, and two, I was no longer in my cushioned sleeping pod, but rather stretched out flat on my back on a cold metal surface. All efforts to move just made me realize that what I was experiencing was very different from the sleep paralysis I was familiar with. I could move my fingers and flex my wrists and feet. There were actual physical restraints fastened around my wrists, neck, forehead, and ankles that were preventing me from moving.Blinking hard, I strained to look around at my surroundings. The entire room was reflective as if every surface and object was made from surgical steel. It was shockingly cold, almost like the inside of a walk-in refrigerator. I grunted, twisting my wrists in hopes that I could slip out the straps.There was a continuous hum that was so low I didn’t hear it so much as felt it vibrating through my entire body. There was a spherical light that seemed to be floating in the air a few feet over me. The ceiling was high above that and almost too dark for me to make out anything but the vague shape of what might have been a reflection of myself and the rest of the room around me. I strained to see past the light so I could study what else I could make out in the reflective ceiling. My heart pounded in my ears as my attention was drawn to a distorted human shape in the darkness at my side.A chill spread through my body as I realized that someone, or something, was quietly watching me struggle but I couldn’t for the life of me work out who, as the silhouette disappeared from my view the moment I noticed it. Even when I turned my eyes as far as I could, the dark corners of the room remained completely obscured. Regardless of the deafening silence and the fact that I couldn’t see anyone, I knew someone was there.

Author Bio:
Alice Bane holds a BSc and a voracious interest in all things extra-terrestrial. Self-identifying as a citizen of the universe, she has opted to travel the cosmos through her words. Million Miles Away is her debut Sci-Fi Romance novel.Website / Goodreads / Instagram

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BOOK BLITZ: When Love Simply Is by Tracey L. Dragon #GIVEAWAY

When Love Simply Is
Tracey L. Dragon
(Return to the Home Front Series, #3)
Published by: Soul Mate Publishing
Publication date: October 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance

Laurel Richards, freelance journalist and photographer, on assignment to write about old inns in Western New York couldn’t have been more surprised or stunned when Sergeant Clay Randall, the six-two, blue-eyed hunk she’d had the poor judgment to succumb to on one witless night during a layover in Israel answered the door to the Lily Pad Inn. The last image she had of him was his cute, khaki-clad behind scrambling to leave her hotel room at the break of dawn, never to be seen or heard from again–not that she tried very hard to find him. Now three years later she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing there–wearing a cocky grin and a white-flowered, kitchen apron no less.When Ellie and Travis Johnson, the owners of the inn and Clay’s aunt and uncle, tell Laurel the history of the inn she becomes engrossed in the elderly couple’s love story that began during World War II at a U.S.-Based Military Hospital in Australia. As the story unfolds, Laurel learns that sometimes in the messy sea of humanity, love simply is.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:Fall 1949Travis Johnson pushed back the dusty-blond strands of hair that had fallen forward onto his forehead then pulled open the glass door to the local hardware store in Albion, New York. Thank goodness the recession that had started after President Truman’s Fair Deal had finally ended after eleven months, and his workload had begun to pick up. Maybe he’d be able to purchase a new television soon. His old one was giving him fits, but he’d heard that RCA had perfected a new system for broadcasting color television, and he wanted to wait for one of the new models to come out. What he wouldn’t give to watch his favorite sports in color? As he hummed a Bing Crosby song, he quickly scanned the cram-packed aisles full of various tools and gadgets. After picking up the items he needed for his current remodeling job, he made his way to the checkout counter where he tapped the shiny metal bell.“Be there in a second,” a cheery female voice called from behind the curtained-off doorway to the backroom office.Every muscle in his body twitched then tightened, as memories of laughter and heartache bombarded him and froze his scuffed boots in their tracks. Five years or a lifetime ago, he’d recognize the voice that still haunted his nights and echoed in his dreams. He was on the verge of leaving the much-needed supplies on the counter and high-tailing it out of there when the burlap curtain drew back and out stepped Ellie Bennett, though he guessed her last name was different now. He’d heard she’d gotten married a few years back.The strawberry-blond hair she once wore long was now cut shorter around her delicate shoulders, and when she turned toward him he noticed her once reed-thin figure had developed more curves since the last time he’d seen her. The vague smile she gave him made him frown.“May I help you?” Ellie said, reaching up and combing strands of her hair down over her cheek.His eyes strafed her from head-to-toe noticing every fine detail both large and small that had changed over the last five years. He’d often wondered what he would say to her if he ever had the chance to see her again.“Excuse me.” She tilted her head at him, wearing a puzzled expression as if pondering his presence. “I know you, don’t I?”Trav’s heart began to pound in his chest then skidded to a halt at her following remarks.“You’re Mike and Laura’s boy. Oh, I guess I shouldn’t call you a boy anymore, should I? You were in the Marines, weren’t you? Gosh, it’s been ages. I don’t think I’ve seen you since high school. You probably don’t remember me, but I’m Ellie Bennett or Ellie Matheson now.” She stuck her slender hand out over the scarred wooden counter.He stared down at her well-manicured, tapered fingers as if they were vipers ready to strike and inject him with venom. He wiped his calloused hand against his faded denim jeans and tensed as he slipped his hand in hers. The electrical energy that ran from her palm to his shook him in his boots. “Travis Johnson. Pleased to see you again,” he managed to offer through his tightly clenched jaw.Ellie snatched her hand back and picked up one of his items from the counter. She studiously ignored him as she rang up the supplies and bagged them, her composure obviously shaken.He picked up the sack of materials and with a slight nod in her direction turned and walked from the store. Dazed, he clamored into his battered vehicle, shifted into gear, and made it all the way to his worksite before realizing he’d left his wallet lying on the counter. Damn. With any luck, Mr. Bennett would be back at the cash register when he returned to pick it up. He didn’t think he could face seeing Ellie twice in one day. The next time he just might strangle her. She had a lot of gall pretending she didn’t recognize him. It may have been four years, eleven months, and a week since he’d seen her, not that he was counting, but he remembered every single, minute detail of the last night they spent together. The fact that she didn’t, cut to the bone.Aw shit. He sure hoped they didn’t look inside his wallet.

Author Bio:
Tracey L. Dragon is a relocated New Yorker, former Navy Wife, and retired educator who lives in Yulee, Florida with her husband Bill and Mickey, their black and white Miniature Goldendoodle.Tracey's first publication came at the age of twelve when the short poem she wrote about the Apollo moon landing was published in her hometown newspaper. After seven military moves, raising two Navy brats, and twenty years teaching troubled youth and incarcerated adults, she is now able to put her full attention to publishing the children's stories and historic romance novels she's written over the years as a hobby. Tracey's Adult Fiction Series, "Return to the Home Front" is a collection of dual-time military themed romance novels: The first three books "Cherished Wings", "When the Geese Fly North" are available in print and Kindle editions now. The third, "When Love Simply Is" will be released in October 2019 by Soul Mate Publishing.Her "Military Brat Series" for children is also available with 3 stories available now and additional titles coming soon.
Tracey enjoys running, crocheting, and spending time with her grandchildren.She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Florida Author & Publishers Association.
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B@@K REVEAL: Bohannon by Marteeka Karland

Bohannon
Marteeka Karland
(Bones MC, #2)
Published by: Changeling Press
Publication date: October 18th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Luna: Never in a million years did I think I’d meet up with my childhood hero like this. Beaten down and scared out of my mind, my heart dropped when I realized who had me. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life, but Gage Bohannon the man was even harder to resist than the ridiculous fantasy I’d held in my mind.Bohannon: I’ve never kept a woman who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve made more than one good girl turn rogue. If I had any decency in me at all, I’d have locked her in my room and left her alone. Instead, I’ll take whatever she wants to give me and coax a few things she doesn’t.

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Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

BOOK BLITZ: Sugar by Mila Hart #GIVEAWAY

Sugar
Mila Hart
Publication date: October 2nd 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance

You’d think that working at a cafe I’d understand the definition of the word sweet, as it turned out, I did not.At least, not until I got a taste of the man sweeter than the sugar mixed in your afternoon tea.All it took was a wad of cash, a fancy dress, and thirty minutes of passion.I, Peyton Sanders, am not—and never will be—a whore. I was stupid to agree to date some random dude from the Sugar Daddy app, even with the promise of ludicrous amounts of money.But that dating app changed my life. After meeting my first client, my bitter mornings filled with caffeine and stale treats, were about to become a little sweeter…

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:I grinned like the Cheshire cat. My hips still moved as our breaths became more labored. Something stirred inside me, lighting a flame that had never burned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight I can’t think straight.”“You’re so thick.” The light in her eyes was animalistic and feral, and then she growled.I couldn’t say for sure that it was the hitch in my grind or the patch of gravel we’d hit on the road, but whatever the fuck it was, this was the best feeling of my life. It was more than closing a multi-million-dollar deal or the pleasure I got from seeing profits triple in a quarter—Peyton had gotten inside me.She lifted her hips fast. It was so sudden that it jarred me from my thoughts, and I slipped so deep inside of her that we became one, and the sudden rush of release overwhelmed me. Desperate for oxygen, I panted, allowing the precious air to enter my lungs, and with each gasp, euphoria washed over me. My face flamed with the burn of ecstasy.“That was—”“Surreal,” she finished.I pulled out, and we used the tissues in the built-in dispenser between the seats to clean up. We were in the middle of tugging on our clothes when my pocket buzzed. I checked the text on my phone. My sister, Jessica, was blowing me up with alerts about our departure. I had five minutes left to get on the plane, and I currently still sat in the limo on the tarmac.I cursed mentally as I buttoned the last few holes on my shirt. We had been at the airport—I didn’t know how long—and I had to sprint out of the vehicle to make my flight. I kissed Peyton’s cheek like she hadn’t just been the best lay of my life and flung open the door.“Jake?” It was the last thing Peyton said as I dashed toward the waiting plane without so much as a goodbye.I couldn’t slow down to tell her how amazing she was or how much I wanted to get to know her. I felt like shit leaving like I did, but if I missed this flight not only would my dad have my head but I’d likely be out of a job and my inheritance. Jessica waited at the bottom of the stairs onto the plane, holding our bags as she sent a glare my way, urging me to run faster.“Hurry the hell up, Jake!” she shouted, and I sped up, making it last minute.It was times like this that I wondered what the point was in having a private jet if we didn’t get to operate on our own schedule. When we finally got settled next to each other, I noticed the strange way my twin stared at me.“What?” I asked, and she sneered.“Why the hell do you smell like sex?”I blushed, ignoring her question as I quickly turned my head toward the window, watching the ground as the plane began to take off.My mind didn’t once stray from the young woman I met on the app and had just taken in my limo…

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The Twelfth Knight
Victoria Sue
(Guardians of Camelot, #1)
Publication date: October 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, LGBTQ+, Romance, Urban Fantasy

To battle an ancient evil the only weapon each hero will have is each other.Hundreds of years ago, facing defeat, Morgana sent monsters into the future to vanquish a humanity King Arthur wouldn’t be able to save. The King might have won the battle, but now, centuries later, a few chosen men will have to fight the war.Merlin always hated being named after some mythological wizard. His dad had been obsessed with the magic man of King Arthur’s Court before his untimely death – a loss that had sent Merlin reeling in a downward spiral. Now 23, and going simply by ‘Mel’ (thank-you-very-much), Merlin is ill-prepared (to say the least) for the outrageous claims of a proper English knight bent on overcoming evil.Born a commoner, Lancelot was never supposed to be a knight in his own time, never mind now, in a modern world he is so woefully untrained to protect. Thrown into a battle centuries in the making, this flawed hero, and a young man too-used to battling monsters of the present day, will have to come together to save humanity.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:Mel leaned his back on the door as it clicked shut with finality. Okay, so if he’d just let a serial rapist or murderer into his apartment, he’d be really annoyed. The being dead part would take care of that though, he supposed, and he tried not to roll his eyes. The fact that the guy was insanely hot hadn’t escaped his notice either, although with Mel’s track record that probably meant he was best buds with Ted Bundy.Liar. Although the shitty record with men was right but not, he thought, the question over Lance’s integrity. There had been something inherently right about the man which drew Mel in like a moth to a flame. Unresolved hero issues. As in he was still dreaming some crusader—caped or otherwise—was going to rescue him. All it probably went to prove was that he was a bad judge of character. Mel rubbed his eyes with resignation. It had been a crappy day on top of a crappy week. The funeral where he had been one of only three people there, and the pathetic small bag which was what all the home had given him belonging to his gran. And then tonight it had nearly been his own.The small window Lance wandered over to gave a clear view of the street and his SUV, so he would know Mel had been watching him. Lance turned and studied him, equally silent. Mel flushed a little at his calm, unhurried gaze. His eyes traveled from his cheap sneakers up his too-skinny, too-short legs.Mel wanted to fidget. He really should move, say something—say anything—but the gray eyes that had studied him so closely had now arrived at his face. Pinned him still. He’d always wondered where the stupid saying about deer and headlights came from. Now he knew, because he felt like he was about to get run over by a truck.In the alley he’d felt the same, although maybe that had been simply relief at being saved. Because obviously “not dying” was a big thing. Whatever hero complex Lance had going on, it seemed to be working for him anyway. He supposed offering a cup of tea was the least he could do, and for a second he regretted Lance turning down the blow job.“Don’t like tea?” Lance had put the cup untouched on the kitchen counter. Mel wanted to kick himself at the random question and followed Lance’s gaze. Mel looked critically around the small space and not for the first time acknowledged it was crap. He didn’t see any cockroaches though. There’d been three when he woke up this afternoon. So, there was that. Mel studied Lance for a brief moment as he stood at the window near the kitchenette. Although kitchenette was a very optimistic word for the white piece of laminated something he’d found outside by the dumpsters that he currently had balanced on a few pallets. It had nearly killed him to get up the four flights of stairs, but the sink worked okay, so he couldn’t complain. The electricity did too whenever he had cash for the meter. The plumbing was often questionable, but not a health hazard.Lance was looking around the small space as well. Maybe that was why he wasn’t drinking the tea. Maybe he was frightened he’d catch something.“So why are you here?” Mel asked after another ten seconds’ scrutiny.Lance stared at him. “We need to talk.”If it had been remotely funny, Mel would have laughed. Five minutes in his apartment and he was breaking up with him already? “Tell me why you go around fighting monsters in alleyways?”Lance tilted his lips upward in a small smile. “I don’t just fight them in alleyways.”Mel sighed and rubbed his forehead. He could feel the headache starting behind his eyes. “I mean—”“I know what you mean.”“Can we just get this over with? I’m sure no explanation could be worse than me thinking I’m actually certifiable.”“It’s a long story.”“One you don’t want to tell or one you’re about to invent?”Lance scowled. “I do not tell untruths.”Mel lifted his brows like sure. “Thief?” And what was with the weird speech? Untruths?Mel clicked his fingers. Of course. “You’re a Brit, huh?” Made sense. He spoke like that royal. Although he preferred the younger one, and it was a damn shame he’d gotten married. Every fantasy he had ever needed to keep him warm generally involved a prince.

Author Bio:
Victoria Sue fell in love with love stories as a child when she would hide away with her mom’s library books and dream of the dashing hero coming to rescue her from math homework. She never mastered math but never stopped loving her heroes and decided to give them the happy ever afters they fight so hard for. She loves reading and writing about gorgeous boys loving each other the best—and creating a family for them to adore. Thrilled to hear from her readers, she can be found most days lurking on Facebook where she doesn’t need factor 1000 sun-cream to hide her freckles.

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Alien Love: Ella & Krian
Vera E. Unita
Publication date: October 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction

Mischief and lies brought us together but as soon as I learn the truth, I promise to help her.She is mine now and everyone, who ever hurt her, will feel my wrath.

KrianMy people are dying. We won the war against the Rakes but they poisoned our water and one after another our females died.We searched the solar system for a compatible species, humans piqued our interest. As King of Krotan it is my duty to test our scientist’s theory. Thanks to the matchmaking agency Alien Kinka tiny human called Ella Bellini comes to Krotan. Something feels off, though…

EllaI was kidnapped, f*cking kidnapped.When I realize that I have been sold to planet Krotan, home to an infamous warrior people, I didn’t expect to be put into a luxurious suite. And I really didn’t expect my tall, overly muscled captor to look confused, when he comes for me in the night and I fight him with everything I’ve got. What did he expect? That I wanted to be here with him?Problem is, we don’t understand each other. But he stopped, that’s everything that counts. Perhaps the sexy as hell alien will even help me, once we find a way to communicate?
Every book in the series can be read as a standalone, HEA guaranteed! This fast and steamy romance is intended for adult readers—have fun!

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Or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!—EXCERPT:My legs felt shaky and suddenly being able to understand his language was overwhelming.We could finally talk to each other!The thought was like a lightning strike. I needed to tell him everything that had happened! Hopefully he could really help me find Sia. “We were just walking down the street, when they came at us,” I began. My tongue felt strange, as if talking Krotan needed different motions than I was used to. He had hacked my brain with his translator, right now I didn’t care anymore, after all I was finally able to communicate properly with him.With Krian, I reminded myself. The Krotan warrior had a name.“They drugged us, I only woke up again in the cargo bay of their ship.” The memory of how scared I’d been made me shake even now, months later. Staring at the floor, I didn’t see him coming. Suddenly there were arms pulling me towards a heavy, reliable chest. “You’re safe.” The dark timbre of his voice vibrated throughout my whole body, it made my skin prickle but the frantic rhythm of my heart slowed immediately. I believed him: In his arms I really was safe.Something must be wrong with me, right? How could I trust him so quickly? Exceptional situations brought exceptionally strong feelings, I guess…“They took my sister. They took Sia, too!” I whispered against his chest, my throat was closing in. “And there were other women, one was barely more than a girl!”Around me I felt his arms tighten, as if he didn’t like what he was hearing. My heart was pounding heavily between us but his embrace helped me to calm down. “I need to find her,” I urged. When I looked up, his gaze was dark. By now I was able to discern the tiny differences between his expressions, though. He wasn’t angry at me, he was just determined.“I understand,” he said after a while and I got the feeling that he understood much more than he let on.“Did…did you have a sister?” Suddenly my heart was racing again, meanwhile my hands clutched at his shirt, seemingly of their own accord. A bad feeling was whirling around in my stomach.“A brother.” A sharp nod. “He died in the war against the Rakes.” At first I was shocked how he could say these things as if solely stating facts. Then I saw the gut-wrenching pain hidden beneath the calm mask of his face. He did hurt, apparently Krotans only had fewer facial expressions than humans.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, while tears began to roll down my cheeks. Only the thought of losing Sia made me go into a panic. I was so sorry that he had had to go through this.He nodded solemnly but didn’t say anything more about his brother. Perhaps one day he would tell me about him. One day? How long did I plan to stay here? I wanted to find my sister and then go back home. Right?

Author Bio:
Due to her father’s many business trips, Vera Elle Unita was born in Germany near Stuttgart in 1990. Since then she has traveled a lot, even studied one year abroad, but finally settled down with her husband and two beautiful dogs back home in the US—hello, Boston! She likes new hair colors, chocolate (who doesn’t?), and reading or writing about strong, perfectly imperfect book boyfriends struggling with their past. Everyone just needs a little love, right?

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Prince Poison
Klarissa King
(Gods and Monsters #1)
Publication date: October 1st 2019
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

“I can tear your throat out right here,” he said, his voice a hushed whisper of threats and spilled blood. “I could kill you a thousand different ways where you sit.”The nail cut deeper. Blood beaded, then spilled down my front, over my breasts. I choked on a whimper.“Now tell me everything.”

Few knew Valissa’s secret but it already carried a death toll. One.If the Gods ever discovered what she was, they would capture and flay her alive.

But in the land of Gods and Monsters, no secret stays hidden for long.Lissa—drunk on the high of a midnight party that’s rife with mysterious pirates—gets too close to one of the pirates, who turns out to have secrets of his own.Jasper is no pirate. He is a servent of the Gods. And the moment she touches him, she steals his power.He kidnaps Lissa, and he’s taking her to one of the most brutal Gods in all the lands … He’s taking her to Prince Poison.Prince Poison’s mere touch kills and his cruelty is said to stretch beyond even the darkest pits of Lissa’s soul. But when she’s standing in front of this fearsome God, ready to face her gruesome fate, the Prince might see more in her than she ever thought possible.What could possibly be worse than dying at the hands of an evil God?Becoming his obsession…
Gods and Monsters will be six books that are novella-length

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Or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!—EXCERPT:Ava was kissing him—the pirate I’d spent all night wooing.I saw red.“He’s mine,” I gritted out.She was too slow to hear me, so I stomped forward and snatched both of their arms in a vice-like grip, ready to wrench them apart—It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched them—especially not him.I cried out in surprise.Ava choked on a scream and stumbled back from the pirate.But Jasper was no pirate…His skin was suddenly glowing. Then the glow faltered before it slipped into me.Stunned, I watched his glow wriggle its way up my bare arm, along my collarbone, then rush down the other arm, where it sank into Ava’s skin.I stole Jasper’s glow, his essence—his power. With my touch, I’d dragged his power out from his skin and channelled it through my own body into Ava’s.Mortiz was right. I should have stayed home. Stayed alive.“Aniel,” whispered Ava, her disbelieving eyes fixed on Jasper.He looked just as shocked as we did.But I had no choice other than to snap the hell out of it and get as far away from him as possible.This was what my mother died to protect me from—No one can know what I am. A thief of power. No one can know—especially not an aniel, the child of a God.I snatched Ava’s wrist harder than before. Her bones creaked under my grip.“Run!”

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When not writing, Klarissa can be found in bed poring over a great new release, or reluctantly walking her demanding dogs who pretty much run the house. She is the writer, Isla Jones. Isla uses the pen-name Klarissa for fantasy, while using Isla Jones for her darker, grittier horror works to help separate the styles and genres for her readers.To contact Klarissa King, find her here: https://www.facebook.com/Klarissa-Kin...
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Johnny
J.A. Huss
(Bossy Brothers, #2)
Publication date: September 26th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

She wasn’t supposed to be the princess I wasn’t looking for.When my father ‘died’ five years ago I took over the ‘family business’. But when I say business, I really mean secret society. Or cult. Or militia. Hell, let’s keep it simple and call it the mob.It’s just not that mob.It’s much darker, much dirtier, and much more dangerous than any old everyday mob.And I was perfectly fine with my role in life for a long time. But now my brothers are involved and I need to get them out.Enter Megan Machette.When I found her helpless, nearly-naked, and chained to a wall on an island prison I had no intention of being her Prince Charming. But then I found out she had a dirty, dark, dangerous secret that could solve all my family problems.I was just going to use her. Play her. Tell her everything she wanted to hear.I never planned on baring my secrets to her in a midnight confession and I certainly never expected her to see past the dark filth inside my soul and find the man underneath.But she did.She wasn’t supposed to be the princess I wasn’t looking for.But she is.And now I will do anything—even use her evil secret to take down thousands of people—to save my brothers and get what I want.Her.

Bossy Brothers: Johnny features a prince saving his princess from a life of hell, one or ten romantic gestures from a tattooed bad boy, swimming with glowing dolphins in the Bahamas, and secrets so deep everyone almost drowns.

Bossy Brothers: Johnny is book three in the series and can be read alone, but should be read in order.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:MEGAN“How come you don’t mind when I say ‘cock?’”He leans in, soft mouth nibbling my ear, and whispers, “Because a dirty mouth isn’t the same thing as dirty talking. I really like the dirty talk. And if you’re really sincere about asking me why now, why you? Well, then let me take this opportunity to convince you my offer is well thought out and real.”My mouth is open. My heart is racing. My nipples are tight and the sweet spot between my legs is throbbing. I suck in a breath and hold it.“I want to untie that little string bikini I bought for you this afternoon, throw it out to sea, wrap your legs around my middle, stick my thick, hard cock up inside you, and then fuck you slowly in the light of the moon.”I breathe out. “We might drown.”He bites my earlobe. His feet making underwater waves as he keeps us afloat.“Sometimes the price of victory is high. But I promise you, it won’t end in drowning. All you have to do is say yes.”I want to say yes. I wanted him to make this move last night. I thought he would make this move last night. So why am I hesitating?Maybe it’s because he’s thrown me some curveballs today. Starting with all that chastising about swearing, then the uncharacteristic self-doubt in the restaurant, then he changed the plan and gave me presents… and tied that ribbon around my wrist like he was claiming me as his.Jesus Christ. I’m delusional.But all that does actually add up to something and it could be this… gesture.Or offer. Or whatever it is he’s doing.It doesn’t add up.“Or,” he says, his fingers tugging on one of the strings holding my bottoms on until it comes loose, “you could just tell me no when you want me to stop, if that’s the way you play submit.”“Submit?” I laugh. But his hand is already tugging on the other string. And the next thing I know I’m not wearing bottoms anymore.They’re floating free somewhere down below me. A thing of the sea now.He just keeps going. His hands reach up to the rhinestone clasp between my breasts, opening it in one swift, well-practiced move, and they’re free, his palms squeezing them tight until I let out a small moan.“Tell me no,” he whispers into my ear. “Because unless you tell me no, I’m gonna keep going like it’s a yes.”I bite my lip, but I don’t say no.Then his open mouth is on mine. His lips soft, but somehow still demanding and punishing. Both hands come up to my face to hold me there. Captive in his kiss.We start to sink, and I struggle away, my hands and feet treading water to keep us afloat. But his hands drop down to my thighs, gripping them tight as he opens me up. Immediately, I press my knees around his middle. His fingers tug on his board shorts, and then his cock is between my open legs. Pressing, pushing, insisting on being inside me.“Hold on to me,” he whispers past my lips, our mouths still kissing.And I do. Desperately. My arms circle his neck and my legs circle his hips. Giving him permission to enter me fully.It’s the slowest fuck I’ve ever experienced. There’s barely any friction. There’s no forceful pushing and thrusting. There’s just not enough resistance in the water for a hard fuck like that.But I don’t need any of that right now. My body is hot, and alive, and begging for more. And even though he’s not giving me more, he has no more to give while we’re in the ocean like this, I don’t really need it. Every small movement excites me. Every brush of his lips against mine thrills me. And when his hand on my hip lowers down the curve of my ass and presses between my legs, I’m almost embarrassed at how wonderful that feels.I gasp a little. We’re no longer kissing. But our foreheads are pressed together. Our breathing ragged and matched. His feet kicking underwater to keep us afloat.I let go of him and drop my fingers down between our bodies, pressing against the hard muscles of his stomach, until my fingers flip over so I can play with myself.Johnny leans in and bites my neck. I gasp, and he pulls back, kissing it softly. But then he bites again, and again, and again until some unknown, never-before-experienced feeling of lust and desire fills my body and…“Oh, shit,” I moan softly. “Shit.”I come on my fingers. His hard cock barely inside me.I bury my head into his neck, embarrassed. Not really understanding how that even happened.He leans over on his side. One hand gripping my waist, holding us together, the other dragging us towards the shore.I don’t even know what’s happening and I’m starting to feel uncomfortable and weird about what I just did when I realize he’s standing on the sandy ocean floor, lifting me up. Carrying me through the crashing waves to the beach.He lays me down, half in, half out of the rolling surf. His body covers mine, his hands on both my cheeks once again, his mouth open, tongue inside me.Then he lets go of my face, grabs both knees with both hands, opens me back up, and slips inside.And this time his cock—still rock hard—refuses to fuck me slowly.

Author Bio:
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past five years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.Her new sexy sci-fi romance and paranormal romance pen name is KC Cross and she writes novels and teleplays collaboratively with actor and screenwriter Johnathan McClain.Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book Eighteen was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook Mr. Perfect was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook Taking Turns was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her books were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018. And her book Total Exposure was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.Twitter / Instagram / Facebook Page / Facebook Group / Bookbub / Amazon

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