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B@@K REVEAL: Wire by Harley Wylde

Wire
Harley Wylde
(Dixie Reapers MC)
Published by: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: September 17th 2019
Genres: Romance, Science Fiction, Young Adult

When my past came knocking, I wasn’t expecting it to arrive in such a tempting package.Lavender – My parents weren’t the type to win any awards, but I did learn a few things. Like how to read lines of code and get through the backdoor of pretty much any site or program. I also learned about the man my mother had dated when she’d met my dad, someone who has intrigued me for years. I never thought I’d get the chance to meet him, until my parents end up dead and I can’t think of anyone else who might be able to help. I know too much, know my parents’ death wasn’t an accident, and now I’ve been targeted. If the infamous Voodoo Tracer can’t help me, then I’m screwed.Reality is so much better than fantasy, and with one look, I know the reason I haven’t dated is because I was waiting. For him.Wire – I never really expected my past to come knocking at the front gates, nor did I expect it to be in such a sexy package. Lavender isn’t what I’d call a siren, but with her glasses perched on her nose, her messy hair, curvy figure, and adorable tees, she’s exactly what I want and don’t need. A nerdy, geeky, super intelligent woman who craves me as much as I crave her. So I did what any man would do… I claimed her. Now she’s mine, and if an enemy from my past thinks he can hurt her, I’d like to see him try. He might have killed her parents, but I will destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.

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Author Bio:
Harley is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers and Devil's Boneyard series.When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right place.Harley Wylde is the "wilder" side of award-winning science fiction/paranormal romance author Jessica Coulter Smith. For fans of Gay Erotic Fantasy Romance, Harley/Jessica also writes as Dulce Dennison.Check out Harley's other books, and read some random facts about the author, at harleywylde.com.Follow Harley on Amazon to be notified of new releases, or sign up for her newsletter.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter

BOOK BLITZ: Good Grief by Vera Elle Unita #GIVEAWAY

Good Grief
Vera Elle Unita
Publication date: September 15th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

He wanted nothing more than to forget his past.Until she came along, bringing color back into his world.Now he’ll do everything to make her his.

Jasmine Frost had imagined the first day at her new job quite differently. How on earth could she have known the arrogant billionaire Cole Ward would insist on her leading the renovations of his mansion?To oversee the project, Jasmine moves in with Cole. Turns out, the mansion needs more than a little makeover, and she is stuck with that growly bear of a man for weeks. He doesn’t even like her French bulldog—who the hell doesn’t like puppies?Still, they can’t withstand the strong attraction between them. The dark look in his eyes is intriguing and Jasmine can’t keep herself from digging into his past. But what if she doesn’t like what she finds?
Fast, steamy, insta-love romance novel. Standalone, no cheating, HEA guaranteed.

Goodreads / Amazon—Only 99¢ for a limited time!—EXCERPT:Where did he know her from? Cole still hadn’t figured it out. It bugged him since he was certain he’d seen that angelic face some time in his life before. And the colors on her! Only, he remembered her as even more colorful? Unsure, he kept pacing up and down in front of the window in his study.The past few years, he’d lived solely for his tech firm, had buried himself in work after…no, he refused to think about it. He never ever wanted to think about that again. Back then he’d given himself one week. God, those seven days he’d drunk so much, he only remembered little shreds of it. That was good, though, because it had been the darkest time in his life. Never would there be a darker hour.First, he’d drunk away his sorrow, then he’d lost himself in work. Over the years, he’d met many, many people. He had never really looked at their faces, though, because they just didn’t matter to him. Since that one night so many years ago, he didn’t care anymore—not for anything or anyone. His life was divided into two parts: before and after.‘Before’ measured thirty-three years, ‘after’ only five. ‘Before’ had been a bright, happy time, full of laughter and sunshine, but the memories were too painful to let them cross his mind. ‘After’ didn’t contain anything important to him. Yes, his corporation meant a billion-dollar income, but for Cole it was only something to do, something to take his mind off what had happened years ago. He would throw everything away if only he could go back in time and change the past. Anything. For that, he would do anything at all!Only, the past could never be changed. In one simple night, he’d become hard and cold. During the ‘after’ time he hadn’t really lived, only gone through the motions. No wonder he couldn’t pinpoint Jasmine Frost’s face. Probably she’d worked for one of his many associates and they’d met in a hallway or something. Cole couldn’t remember; it was all distorted in his mind. The last five years he hadn’t really lived, just existed.When he had first seen her, he’d felt like he’d awakened after an endless sleep. Jasmine Frost had brought color back into his gray world. In fact, she’d done the impossible. Cole hadn’t thought that anything or anyone could ever make a difference in his life again. But she had. Everything had changed; his feelings had been and still were all over the place. After feeling nothing for so long, he wasn’t quite able to control himself. Yeah, that had been pretty obvious, seeing his behavior, or more so lack of behavior, in that elevator.The only problem? Jasmine didn’t only bring color, no, she’d made every fucking memory come crashing back down on him. Not thinking about the past didn’t work anymore. The door, which he’d closed on his memories, had been ripped open. Now he couldn’t shut it anymore. She needed to fix that…him.Still pacing, Cole raked a hand through his hair. All night he’d hardly gotten any sleep, had been way too unsettled to close his eyes. There was guilt and want, grief and hope, sadness and happiness all mixed together, rattling and shaking him to his core. For the thousandth time, he glanced through the window onto the long driveway to his home. Still no car, still no Jasmine. Where was she? He was a mess, couldn’t wait to see her face again. How would it feel this time? Would the gray come back into his world and eat everything away until there was nothing left, or would Jasmine awaken him once more with all her bright colors?Cole wasn’t sure if he should wish for or fear the latter.When he looked out of the window again, his heart stopped for a second. A car was driving up to his house. Of course, it was a bright yellow Mini Cooper. The sun was coming back to him.

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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BOOK BLITZ: Rites of Spring by J.V. Speyer #GIVEAWAY

Rites of Spring
J.V. Speyer
(Rites #1)
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense

Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years – if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play—EXCERPT:Okay, if Cameron ignored his personality, Jason was everything Cameron usually went for. He was tall, he was strong (or at least looked strong), and the black leather jacket did things to Cameron that he’d never been able to explain.He didn’t like the attitude. He didn’t like the contempt that he’d seen in Jason. Jason had clearly assumed that he and Reid could just walk up to him and say, “Boo! We’re ghost hunters, here to rescue you!” and Cameron would roll over and obey. Jason had a lot to learn about people if he thought they worked like that. Cameron had never been very good at taking orders, and the idea that someone was just going to come up to him and say “Do what I say because I said so” filled him with an irrational anger.He wanted to wipe the arrogance off that smug, self-satisfied face.Jason might be hot, but he was arrogant. He was also volatile, which Cameron did not need in his life. He’d had plenty of that already. What he needed now was stability, and he could afford to wait until he found it. He didn’t mind going without, even if it had been almost a year since he and Dustin had broken up.He shook his head and laughed at himself. Putting the cart before the horse, don’t you think? Jason was hot, arrogant, volatile, whatever. Jason was also a con man trying to get into Cameron’s house for unknown reasons, not some guy messaging him on the dating app Grindr. Jason wasn’t attracted to Cameron. Jason wasn’t even pretending to be attracted to Cameron. Jason was probably straight.Reid came off as the more stable of the pair, but the way that he spoke in measured tones made Cameron uneasy. He sounded like the guidance counselors and “advocates” that kept showing up in school and throughout the system; the ones they used to try to break you down and get you to tell them things you didn’t want to. Reid was probably the least trustworthy of the pair.

Author Bio:
J. V. Speyer has lived in upstate New York and rural Catalonia before settling in the greater Boston area. She has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management. She currently lives just south of Boston in a house old enough to remember when her town was a tavern community with a farming problem. (No, really. John Adams complained about it. A lot.) When not writing, J. V. enjoys watching baseball and seeking out all of New England’s creepiest spots. Her Spawn has turned her into a hockey enthusiast. She can be bribed with gin, tequila, and cats.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Bookbub

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BOOK BLITZ: Submitting to Two Doms by BJ Wane #GIVEAWAY

Submitting to Two Doms
BJ Wane
(Cowboy Doms, #5)
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: September 9th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance

It was meant to be an affair…After Kelsey is assaulted, her FBI foster parents plead with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigate the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agrees, wondering how she will pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she catches sight of her two hosts, Greg and Devin, she figures: what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them?Ex-FBI agents Greg and Devin vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asks for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer him. But what with the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations, and discovering her submissive side, both men find themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.While Kelsey basks in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continues to insist she can’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It isn’t until the threat against her is verified, the truth comes out about her past, and a few disturbing mishaps occur that Greg and Devin step into full protection mode, vowing to keep the woman they’d both grown to care for safe. And not until after the guys save her life, freeing her to return home, does Kelsey realize home really is where the heart is, and hers is in Montana with her two cowboys.This is book five in the Cowboy Doms series, but reads as a standalone.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo—EXCERPT:If possible, Devin would slam the sliding back door shut as he followed his soon-to-be ex-friend and partner outside. He was so annoyed with Greg for answering Jordan McAllister’s call he didn’t even spare an appreciative glance toward the two young women enjoying the bubbling hot tub. The nip in the air, a hint fall was sneaking up on them fast, did nothing to cool down his hot temper.“I’ll have to discuss it with…”“No,” he interrupted Greg, refusing to hear what favor their ex-government boss wanted from them.Greg glared at him but his annoyance didn’t come through his smooth reply. “Yeah, you heard right, but if I agree, he can just ignore her. I need to think about it. I’ll call you back in the morning.” He ended the call, leaned against the rail and crossed his arms. Looking toward the hot tub, he stated with polite firmness, “Give us a few minutes, please.”“Sure, Master Greg.” Mindy, a regular at the club, and her friend, an attractive redhead Devin didn’t know, both stood and stepped out of the heated water.Devin snatched two towels off the bench and tossed them over to them, the water sluicing down their naked bodies distracting him for a moment. He might be pissed, but he wasn’t brain dead. He waited until the door closed behind their towel-wrapped forms before rounding on Greg again, who still lounged against the rail, giving him that look, the calm under the surface but annoyed mien Devin knew only too well.“We retired early for a reason,” he reminded Greg, moving to stand next to him, facing the night-shrouded trees several feet from the deck as he leaned his forearms on the post. “We swore we were done, and agreed to start over without looking back, without regrets.”“And yet the regrets are still there.” Greg sighed and ran one hand through his wavy reddish/brown hair. “You recall the foster kid Jordan and Theresa took in, the young girl they talked about?”“No.” But of course, he did. He remembered way too much of his years as an agent. Jordan had once shown him a school picture of the cute blonde whose large blue eyes dominated a small face.“Stubborn ass. Anyway, she’s in need of a safe place to hang for a while after an attack at a job site. They’re asking us to take her in until they know what’s going on, if she was the target or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”Devin shook his head. “No. They can find someone else.”“It’ll only be for a few weeks,” Greg persisted. “And we’re about as far off the grid from Philadelphia as you can get.”Pushing off the rail, he leveled an angry glare toward his best friend. “No, and God damn it, you know why.” He turned and took two steps toward the doors, intending that to be the end of it since he refused to go down that road again.Greg’s next words halted him with his hand on the knob. “I’m thinking of saying yes.”Devin looked back and replied coolly, “You do that, but leave me out of it.”

Author Bio:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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BOOK BLITZ: Georgie's Secret by Elsa Kurt #GIVEAWAY

Georgie’s Secret
Elsa Kurt
(Welcome To Chance, #3)
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Secrets in a small town never stay secret for long.Charles and Georgie Brightsider have been the image of the perfect marriage for as long as anyone can remember.After fifty years together, no one could imagine them having secrets from each other. Until Georgie’s secret comes back to haunt her, that is.Now she has no choice but to go back in time and relive the past… and face the consequences in the present.Find out what happens next to the Brightsider’s and the rest of the residents of Chance in book three, Georgie’s Secret.

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Elsa Kurt is a multi-genre, indie & traditionally published author to eight contemporary women's fiction novels, and several romance novellas. She has also penned several children's books (written as Melanie Cherniack), and a book of empowerment & inspirations based on her life experiences. She is a lifelong New England resident and married mother of two grown children. Visit her website, elsakurt.com, and join her in 'Finding Beauty in the Imperfections of Life'. Follow Elsa on social media: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram: @authorelsakurt. Elsa is also on Goodreads, AllAuthor, and YouTube as well.

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BOOK BLITZ: Reluctant Heiress by Jessica Jones #GIVEAWAY

Reluctant Heiress
Jessica Jones
(The Brisand Family Saga, #1)
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

She loves her small-town life: a great job, a nice home, close friends, and a loving family. She is about to lose them all…Torn from her comfortable life by unspeakable events, Dulcie Brisand is caught in a decades-old family secret and her life hangs in the balance. She reluctantly accepts the protection of a notorious and dangerous criminal, who happens to be the father she has never known. Tangled in a deadly game where her past and her present collide, she finds that some people don’t want to play by the rules. But will she survive to see her future?Orphaned as a small child, Deacon Hawkins was raised in luxury by a family friend. Grateful and fiercely loyal to his formidable surrogate father, he becomes a valuable and trusted member of the family’s inner circle. When the family business sends him on a mission out of town, he crosses paths with a beautiful and alluring woman who just might be the death of him. If he doesn’t kill her first.Is the new smoking hot guy in town interested in a steamy romance or is he a hitman sent to kill her? Find out in the debut contemporary romantic suspense novel by Jessica Jones… Reluctant Heiress – the first book of The Brisand Family Saga.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play—EXCERPT:In the corner of the tiny room was a desk, not unlike the one her mother used. Dulcie couldn’t imagine anyone doing much work or reading in that windowless room, with its one lamp and overhead light being the only sources of illumination. Despite this, there were papers neatly stacked on the desk and a quick search of the drawers produced newspaper clippings of her school accomplishments, files containing pictures of her throughout the years, and some letters still in envelopes.Grabbing all the papers she could carry to the bed, she sat carefully so as not to disturb the bedclothes too much. She gently spread the papers in front of her and began to uncover the truth. Her parents were, in fact, not her parents after all. Her real father was one of the mysterious Nashville relatives that they never visited or discussed.She recognized the man’s name, though, as he had recently been on the news. He was under investigation for racketeering and money laundering. She then also discovered the existence of her two older brothers: one apparently also a criminal, and the other a college student.She spent all afternoon there, reading and re-reading the documents she found. Sometime before she expected her “parents” to be home, she gathered up all the papers to return them. She wasn’t sure how or when she wanted to confront them with this information, so she wanted to cover her tracks well.Before she placed the documents back in the desk, she thought the drawer looked very strange to her. She ran her fingers along the sides and bottom of the drawer and discovered a section which was not completely lined up with the rest.She gently pressed down on one corner, and the whole foundation of the drawer rose up as if on a spring. A false bottom! Carefully removing the dislodged piece of wood she could see another file folder underneath. Easing the folder from its hiding spot she wondered what could possibly warrant so much secrecy in light of all the rest she had discovered that day.Her hands shook as she thumbed through the faded newspaper clippings inside. The woman in the photos looked just like her. The hair was styled differently and she was obviously an adult, but the resemblance was remarkable. The same red hair, the same arch of the eyebrows and bend of the nose. The article reported on the death of the woman in a car accident which was under investigation.The next article gave an update on the investigation, stating police suspected foul play caused the accident that killed her. The third article explained the police had determined it was definitely not an accident at all, and that it was now being examined as a murder scene. There were no other clippings to explain anything else.Her eyes focused on the date on the top of the clipping and she shook her head in disbelief. The woman had died just a few months after Dulcie was born. Underneath the clippings were a few full-color pictures of the woman. The woman looked alive, joyful, and content. The last picture was of the woman’s warm and smiling face as she looked lovingly at the tiny, sleeping, red-headed baby girl in her arms. She flipped the picture over to find someone had written “Ellie and Dulcie” on the back.Dulcie sank to the floor with the realization she was the baby in the picture and the woman had been her mother.And her mother had been murdered.

Author Bio:
Jessica Jones began writing poetry and short stories as a little girl growing up in a small town in Tennessee. She dreamed of becoming a best-selling author and took creative writing classes as a young adult in college. She put this dream on hold, however, to pursue another life-long dream, that of raising a family. Now as an empty-nester, she rediscovered her love of writing & storytelling and is living out her childhood dream. She still lives in a small town in middle Tennessee with her husband of way too many years and their two dogs. In addition to being an avid reader and book lover, she is a crazy and obsessed sports fan. If you come over to watch a game with her, you'll enjoy home-cooked food and she may even crochet a hat for you!
She roots for her beloved Tennessee Titans of the NFL™ and her adored Nashville Predators of the NHL™. She is also the insanely proud aunt of reigning IBF Super Middleweight World Champion Caleb "Sweethands" Plant.​
Reluctant Heiress is her first novel.
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BOOK BLITZ: Shadow Caster by Debbie Cassidy #GIVEAWAY

Shadow Caster
Debbie Cassidy
(The Nightwatch Academy #1)
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Murdering humans is a huge no-no and comes with an off-with-your-head sentence. Doesn’t matter if you don’t remember doing the crime.I killed a human, and no, it wasn’t on purpose, but that shit doesn’t matter to the council. I’m facing death. So, when I’m offered a deal to avoid execution, I’d be a fool not to take it, even if it means leaving the human world and urban life behind to enroll in the Nightwatch Academy – a gothic monstrosity hidden from human eyes, located way too close to the largest tear in the fabric of our reality.It would be fun if I had any inclination of becoming a member of the Watch or supporting the shadow knights at keeping the Formorian threat at bay. But heck, the monsters beyond the mist aren’t my problem. I have personal demons to deal with.Once I’m out, the Watch can shove it.But one sip from the ceremonial goblet and my plans to coast are out of the window as my powers spark to life.I’m an anomaly, one the Watch won’t be letting walk any time soon.My only comfort is a man who prides himself on his ability to harness pain. Battle scarred and formidable, he’s my tutor, my mentor, and the object of some super saucy dreams. He’s completely off limits and my only hope of surviving my first test.I’ll need to harness my powers fast.There can be no distractions.But when my fellow cadets start going missing then returning with no memory of who they used to be and my best friend is taken, turning a blind eye is no longer an option.Allies are limited when you’re a freak. Luckily, I don’t need a cheer squad to get shit done. Whoever is responsible better watch out. I’m coming for them, and I’ll be bringing the pain.The Vampire Academy meets Game of Thrones in this kick-ass, supernatural academy, Urban Fantasy Romance.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:“Wake up, Indie.”A hand landed on my shoulder and had the audacity to give it a shake.Fuck off was the desired response, but the word that came out was harrumph.“Indie, come on. You promised you wouldn’t miss today.”Today? Oh, yeah, the team exercise, as in there is no I in team, as in I didn’t give a shit. But the exam was the last lesson of the evening, and my bio clock told me the sun had only just set.Still, Minnie’s shadow loomed over me, and the heat of her gorgon glare burned holes in the back of my head.“The whole day, Indie. You promised to do a whole day.” She reminded me with that stern edge to her tone, which told me that ten-inch-thick steel would break before she would.Me and my big mouth. Maybe if I faked sickness, she’d piss off and leave me be. Going to shitty classes was the last thing I wanted to do tonight.I coughed and made a gagging sound.“Nah-uh,” she said. “The whole frickin’ day and the exam. You skip the test, and we all get a fail. And you don’t want me to fail, do you?”Urgh. Emotional blackmail, which coming from anyone else I’d be immune to. I rolled onto my back and stared at the pixie-cute woman looking down at me. Her crimson bob grazed her delicate jaw as she leaned over me, and her wide jade eyes were hard with determination.Over the last two months, I’d learned three things about Minnie Faraday. First, that she wasn’t a stuck-up arsehole like the rest of the Faraday family. Second, she had a soft spot for kittens, and anything small and furry, and third—the most important—that she did not take no for an answer.Trust me, I’d tried to keep her at a distance. I mean, sharing a room with her didn’t mean we had to be friends. I didn’t need or want any friends here. But Minnie had decided that’s exactly what we were going to be, and she’d pursued me unrelentingly until she’d worn me down.So, here we were. Two friends in a glare off. One I knew I was about to lose, because yeah, I’d promised not to skip out on the simulation today. Team exercises were graded based on team performance, if one member was a no show, the whole team suffered.I closed my eyes and blew out a breath. “Fine. Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.“Five.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll be back to get you if you don’t show.”I flashed my teeth at her. “Have I ever let you down, pixie -boo?”“Do not call me that.” She crossed her arms. “You know I hate it.” She sniffed.“Riiight. So, you just wrote it in the back of your notebook and decorated it with tiny flowers for no reason then?”She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times and then took a deep breath. “Five minutes.”She grabbed her book bag and headed out of the room.The door didn’t slam behind her.Not too pissed off then.

Author Bio:
Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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B@@K REVEAL: Alee by Nicole Loufas

Alee
Nicole Loufas
Published by: November 19th 2019
Publication date: Contemporary, New Adult, Young Adult
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

With just weeks left before her high school graduation, Alee dumps with her sunshine stealing boyfriend in epic fashion – by sleeping with his best friend.Since bad things happen in three, becoming the school slut is just the beginning.A mass shooting steals the life of Alee’s Olympic-bound best friend and a homeless drug addict turns out to be the father who abandoned Alee as a child.With a backpack full of daddy-issues and a bucket list of broken dreams, Alee searches for light at the end of a very dark tunnel.Will the man who broke her, be the one who saves her life?

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Nicole was born and raised in California. She claims to be a San Francisco native, however she's lived in both Northern and Southern California. She credits her creativity to the fact that she attended 12 schools between kindergarten and her senior year in high school. Her nomadic childhood allowed her to reinvent herself often. Some might say she was a liar. While others see the stories she told as a coping mechanism. Twelve schools, in six cities, in twelve years - give her a break. Today she channels her storytelling ability into writing novels. Long story short - kids that lie become writers.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

BOOK BLITZ: Rumba by Melanie Munton #GIVEAWAY

Rumba
Melanie Munton
(Sultry Nights #3)
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Rumba (n): the dance of love, a tale of passion, the ultimate romantic connection between two people

Sophie Fuentes is supposed to be getting her family out of Miami. She is not supposed to be falling head over heels in lust—or is it love?—with LA drug boss, Max Ramirez. Especially not when she can’t tell if he’s an angel sent to save her, or the devil sent to destroy her.Undercover DEA agent Max Romano wants Sophie’s secrets. All of them. And not just for his investigation. The more he knows about her, the better he can protect her from the dangers that threaten her.The only problem is, he’s not ready for her to learn all of his secrets.And when she finally discovers the truth behind all of his lies, his entire world explodes into chaos.

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—EXCERPT:Sophie returns to the table with a coy grin but doesn’t take her seat. Instead, she holds out her hand, challenging me with her caramel eyes. “Supongo que sabes rumba, Señor Ramirez?” I assume you know how to rumba, Mr. Ramirez?I inwardly cringe at the use of my false name, especially after the very personal and very true emotional bomb I just dropped. But I sense what she’s doing, and I’m grateful for her insight. She knew the memory had been too much for me to share. Could feel my overwhelming sadness and didn’t push me further. Instead, she’s giving me an out. A way of not talking about it and pushing the reset button.I take her hand and rise.But not before plucking one of the red roses from the vase on the table.She twirls slowly, once, before allowing me to take her in my arms and assume the close embrace position of the dance. The red rose is trapped between our connected hands. Our feet are practically locked together as we glide over the wooden floor. Not smoothly like a waltz, not with purpose like a samba or salsa. But a sensual sway against each other, our bodies moving fluidly to the quick-quick-slow tempo of the rumba rhythm.Her hips swerve slowly.Her hands caress sensuously.Her eyes glaze carnally.Fuck.Then she goes into a dip and wraps her leg around my waist, the slit in her dress rising dangerously high. That’s when I feel her heat…rubbing directly against my hardening dick.Double fuck.“You wearing panties, Sophie?”Her eyes droop. “Barely.”I groan. “I feel you. You’re so hot, baby.”Her brow furrows as she bites her lip. “And you’re hard.” I thrust my hips on her last whispered word, making her gasp. “Ay, so hard.”“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”“Do you even have to ask?”That wanton comment spikes my blood. Sophie is an irresistibly sexual being. Everything she does reminds a man of what she would feel like wrapped around him. I can’t resist her when she’s spewing attitude and sass in my face, spitting Spanish curses with all that Latina fire. But this sexually bold side of her? The side that’s pliant and opening like a spring blossom in my arms?I will never want anything more desperately than this woman.“I think this dress was specifically made for you to torture me with.”“You chose it.”And thank God for that. “I must be a masochist. You’re exquisite in it, but I’ve never hated a dress so much in my fucking life.”I clamp my hand around her waist tighter at the sound of her light chuckle. This heavenly creature in my arms fills me with emotions that are more hedonistic in nature than angelic. The power of her tempting flesh is consuming me to the point of debauchery on a primal, animalistic level. The need to own every part of her, body and soul, is poisoning me down to my core. She’s corrupting my very being.If anything, you’re corrupting her.

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Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.Go visit Melanie’s website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects!
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Fangs and Frenemies: A Blue Moon Bay Cozy Mystery
Cherry Andrews
(Witches with Anxiety, #1)
Publication date: September 4th 2019
Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery, Paranormal

A socially awkward bobcat shifter.An ex-cheerleading vampire.A sweet—but slightly neurotic—cupcake-baking witch.They fight crime? When the case of a missing mean girl throws Hazel back into contact with two old classmates, it’s time for these supernatural frenemies to set aside past grudges and help clear each other’s names.But in the cloudy, romantic beach town of Blue Moon Bay, Oregon, it seems nearly everyone’s guarding a secret.And they all involve magic of one kind of another.Will these three women, who normally can’t stand each other, crack the mystery of what really happened to Hazel’s old bully, Ashlee—or is their effort cursed to fail?

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:I pressed the button to unlock Trixie, but nothing happened. Desperately I tried again, over and over. Couldn’t even hear her voice. “Crud! The remote battery must be dead.”Max jogged back over, looking curious. “Maybe you could just fly to him, or something?”I rolled my eyes at her. “Witches don’t fly, that’s a myth.”“Not even with a broomstick?”“Also a myth.”“Can you stop time?”“I’m a kitchen witch, not freakin’ Dr. Who.”“Teleportation spell?“That is a real thing,” I admitted grudgingly. “I’m just . . . not very good at those kinds of spells yet.” Or Mary Poppins clean up spells. Or reading auras.“Right then.” Max closed her eyes and screwed up her face into a grimace.“Wow, sorry that my witch skills aren’t up to your high standards,” I muttered, miffed.Max’s eyes opened in surprise. “Hazel, I’m not judging you.”“That’s not your judgy face?”“No, it’s my shifting face. I’m getting ready to shift into a bobcat so I can sprint back home and get my car for you.”I stared at her. “Wait, what?”“Yeah, I thought I’d leave it at home today, it was nice and sunny . . . ”“Not that. You didn’t by any chance just say you were turning into a bobcat?”“Guess I did.” Max shrugged and made a lackadaisical “oops” face. “Welp, that was me coming out. You can process the whole ‘shifter’ thing while I get us some wheels.”I didn’t so much see Max shift as I saw her clothes fall to the floor in a soft heap. A graceful, brown-spotted wildcat with black-tufted ears bounded past me. Picking up her still-warm shirt, I caught a whiff of the pleasant, woodsy essential oil blend she liked to mix up and use as perfume. Made sense. A bobcat liked the smell of the woods.There wasn’t really much to process. Except what an idiot I’d been not to have guessed it all ten years ago.This explained so much.

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Cherry Andrews loves a good scone, a good book, and curling up with her cats by the fireplace. You can read FREE CHAPTERS on her website at www.cherryandrews.com

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