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BOOK BLITZ: Feed 4 by Nicole Grotepas #GIVEAWAY

Feed 4: The Corporation
Nicole Grotepas
Publication date: June 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Dystopian

Sometimes a hero has to lose everything to discover what matters most.Still trapped in the dangerous heart of the Kirkwood Broadcasting empire, Ramone works to meet his captor’s demands: create a device to block the feeds.
But . . . aren’t they in control of the feeds? And how will they use such a tool?Though it’s against everything he believes in, Ramone is prepared to give Kirkwood the tool they want in exchange for what he wants—a guarantee that his family will be safe.
But the way forward isn’t easy.Allegiances will be questioned. Traitors will continue to rise and fall. Maybe there’s a way out without compromising the ideals he sacrificed once, years ago. He only has to trust the turncoat who offers him an alternative.
But as the corporation prepares to covertly unleash its massive army of surveillance cameras upon the rest of the world, Ramone can see that there really is only one option: do not give them what they want.
He only has everything to lose if he screws up.For fans of surveillance dystopian works such as 1984, We, and revolutionary TV series like The Prisoner and Black Mirror. Can you survive the feeds?

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—EXCERPT:IsaacTasha pulled away, a grin spreading across her face. “You kiss like a devil.”Isaac stayed in his role. “The only way I know how.”“Well, your mama didn’t teach you to kiss like that.”“No, obviously,” Isaac said, lapsing into his casual, real nature. Tasha walked to where she’d been standing in the gazebo, and gazed out at the valley.“It’s beautiful up here,” she said with a sigh. “I could get used to this.”“It wouldn’t be hard, though. Would it?” Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow. Having amazing things—the shit you wanted, beauty, wealth, posh possessions—of course that was easy. Being stuck in the gutter for the duration of what some might call ‘a life,’ now that was hard.She looked at him, half her face in shadows, the other half looking at him intently beneath the soft light of the strand bulbs. “You’re right. I can see why you’re here.”“Especially considering,” he said, still leaning on one arm balanced against the top of the banister.“Considering what?”He shrugged.She looked thoughtful before asking, “Where would you be if you could be anywhere, no boundaries, no exclusions, money is not an issue?”“Paris. Or the west coast like San Francisco or Santa Monica.” He looked away from her and thought about what he’d said. That was the goal. Getting to the top of Sweet Life. Being showered with gifts, treated like a celebrity, offered advertising deals, recognized as a creative genius whose presence brought in viewers. He thought of his fans and wondered what they’d be saying right now about what he was doing. “Isaac! You’re selling out!” “Isaac, stay true to yourself!” “Isaac, no!” Of course, there’d be some who’d say, “You got this!”“Paris is nice. There’s a vibrancy in the air and a sense of timelessness. The past and present colliding in this indescribable connection like all things are one. You know?”He nodded, wondering if she sincerely believed that he had been to Paris. Or anywhere like that. Did she know him? Know of his limited background and what he was trying to achieve? Or was he nameless for her? A placeholder? An object to be exploited?He was obviously that, something to exploit. Otherwise how could she . . . how would anyone be OK with that?Dwelling on it was pointless. He knew what he had to do and he was doing it. And if she thought she’d pull him deeper into some kind of weird relationship, she was wrong.

Author Bio:
Nicole writes stories about surveillance and how it affects human behavior, colonization, AI, robots, and a bunch of other impossible but cool scenarios. She studied folklore in college and believes that the best parts of any story touch on these living, changing elements of culture. Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

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BOOK BLITZ: Dating by the Book by Mary Ann Marlowe #GIVEAWAY

Dating by the Book
Mary Ann Marlowe
Published by: Kensington
Publication date: June 25th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Is love just something you find in books?Six months ago, writer and bookstore owner Maddie Hanson was left at the altar. Since then, she’s had zero interest in romance—despite the fact that she runs a book club full of sexy eligible bachelors. But when her latest novel is panned by an anonymous blogger who goes by the name Silver Fox—and who accuses her of knowing nothing about passion—she decides to prove her nemesis wrong by seeking a romance hero in real life . . .There’s the smoldering rock musician, the bookish college professor, and her competitive childhood friend who may want to steal her bookstore more than her heart. Even Silver Fox is getting in on the action, sending Maddie alarmingly—and intoxicatingly—flirtatious emails. And that’s not all. Her ex wants her back.Now Maddie is about to discover that like any good story, life has twists and turns, and love can happen when you least expect it—with the person you least expect . . .

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play—EXCERPT:The cry of You’ve got mail! broke the silence, and I made the mistake of checking my phone. The preview showed me an incoming email from Silver Fox. I steeled my nerves for the inevitable sting and clicked the link with one eye closed, bracing for a deadly attack. Here he was a total stranger, and the prospect alone of what he might say had my heart racing worse than a Stephen King novel.I bounced my foot on the spindle of the stool and dove headfirst into what I was sure would be a flogging.Ms. Kincaid,I don’t know why I’m responding to you, but I confess that I keep arguing with you in my head, so I’ve finally decided to tell you a thing or two. First, you’re wrong if you think reviewers don’t hear from authors. We hear plenty, and trust me when I tell you that responses can be pretty vicious. I sometimes ignore them, but believe it or not, I do realize that authors are people, too, which is why I find myself wanting to mentor you to a better mental place. My main argument is that you shouldn’t respond to reviewers because your opinion is no longer valid. Or let me rephrase it—your opinion is no more valid than mine.Second, I find myself once again in the position of defending my own personal situation. While I do enjoy video games as much as anyone of my generation, it’s not my primary occupation. In fact, writing reviews is my hobby. I may do this in my underwear, but not simultaneously at my mother’s house.Third, I do have a healthy imagination, and I can read between the lines. You may have romantic experience, but I suspect you’ve forgotten what it feels like to truly be in love. Unfortunately for me, love is a feeling I’m all too familiar with, and I recognize when someone is faking it. If I could offer you some free advice, I’d urge you to get out and get more experience—romance, sex, heartache. Live a little. If you haven’t felt your stomach flip when your hand brushes someone else’s, if your spine doesn’t tingle when you think back on your first kiss, you can’t bring those feelings to your readers.Or ignore me. I’m sure there will be plenty of readers who don’t care about the romance anyway. You can write for them.SFHeartache? He wanted me to intentionally fly into that turbulence again? It had taken me six months to nurse myself from the depths of the abyss before I could sink my fingernails into the ledge and heave myself up and out. Silver Fox expected me to just do it again? Sure.But what if he was right? What if the cocoon I’d wrapped myself in was preventing me from writing a genuine relationship? Worse, what if it was preventing me from moving on with my life?I poked at my bruised heart and didn’t recoil in agony. Had it dried up and died?“Live a little.” Like that was so easy.I made a fresh latte and walked over to sit with fellow romance-phobe Charlie.“What are you working on, Charlie?”“Reading.” He closed his laptop and stretched. “Why do you think so much of literature is about waiting? Why can’t it all just be the good parts? Why do I have to wade through hundreds of pages lost in the mines of Moria before getting to some real action?”“Are we talking about Tolkien?”“It’s just a metaphor. So much wandering around. My patience grows short.”“Sounds like my life. I strayed from the path in Mirkwood forest and can’t find my way back.”“Have you considered flipping pages?”“Of my life?” I laughed, trying to imagine how that would work.“Why not? Choose your own adventure.” He pointed his index finger toward an invisible lightbulb. “Stuck in the mines? Go over the mountain.”“Madness.”“Maybe, but it’s still a choice. Or just go to the next chapter. It can’t be that hard.”I considered his premise. “But what if you skipped over all the boring or hard parts of life? You’d go straight to your death bed!”“Hmm. I think you can always choose to stray from the path.” He stirred his coffee. “And with that in mind, I’m going to make a monumental decision to start a new book.” His eyes sharpened with sincerity. “You could, too.”Charlie the Chronicler had struck again.“Choose your own adventure . . .”Peter wasn’t even in this chapter of my life. How long was I expected to wait for the return of the king? Did I have to return to the original path? Did I have to wait for Peter to come back around?Or could I consider other avenues?What if, instead of sitting in my own self-pity, I took a chance on a perilous quest fraught with messy complications, whose successful completion seemed impossible? It wasn’t like there was safety hiding in the mines anyway. I’d already spent six months in the dark, chased by a cave troll of emotional destruction. I might not die of heartbreak, but loneliness rose up like a flaming Balrog from the depths of hell, and only I could choose to fly to higher ground.I wanted to emerge as the heroine of my own adventure. A badass heroine controlling her own destiny.

Author Bio:
Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe's first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at

www.maryannmarlowe.com 

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BOOK BLITZ: Kasey by Jennifer Hanks #GIVEAWAY

Kasey
Jennifer Hanks
(The Dimarco Series Novella)
Publication date: February 27th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Introducing an exciting new series filled with suspense, sacrifice, family, and most of all, the healing power of love. Welcome to the Family…One. Defining. Moment.Kasey Moore is happy to be home. Moving to New Hope as a teenager hadn’t been easy, but once she settled in, she couldn’t imagine herself living anywhere else. After four years in College, she’s finally back to living in the town she loves and working her dream job as a teacher at the Elementary School.For Kasey, her life couldn’t be more perfect.Until a school assembly, an arrogant man, and a hot encounter in a closet shakes up everything Kasey thinks she wants.Ten years as a Navy SEAL and Jackson Dimarco is coming home.Ten years of rigid schedules, almost unreachable expectations, and being a part of something bigger than himself has changed him. Coming home, trying to find himself, the last thing Jax wants to do is talk to an auditorium full of school kids about his time in the military, but when his brother signs him up that’s exactly what he ends up doing.And he meets someone who challenges him in a way nobody has in a very long time. He meets someone who inspires him to become more than who he’s settled for. He meets someone who makes him feel alive again.It’s just a shame she doesn’t feel the same way.But Jackson Dimarco has always loved a challenge and Kasey Moore is the biggest incentive he’s ever had to win.This is a novella in The Dimarco Series. Can be read as a standalone and at any point in the series. However, if new to the series, I’d recommend reading this novella before the first book in the series, Lucy.

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Jennifer Hanks is the author of The Dimarco Series as well as The Elite Securities Series. Her stories are contemporary romance and romantic suspense, all with the underlying message of the power and strength in love. She's also a sucker for a Happily-Ever-After. Her love of reading and books in general started at a very young age and has steadily grown into a love of writing as well. She admits to being addicted to all things romance and has no plans of quitting her habit. Jennifer lives in Pennsylvania with her two children. When she's not reading or writing, she can be found with her kids at their various activities. Her house is frequently filled with any combination of her children's friends, nieces, nephews and a variety of pets. Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

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BOOK BLITZ: Coveting Love & Revenge by Haven Cage #GIVEAWAY

Coveting Love & Revenge
Haven Cage
(A Perilously Pretty Novel)
Publication date: June 12th 2019
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance, Suspense

Synthia will do anything for her daughter – even murder.1871, high-society Savannah, Georgia.Penniless and jaded governess, Synthia James, is trapped with her employer, a man she once loved but now despises. His obsession with money and stature has corrupted them both. When he bids their young housemaid to kill a man who threatens his business, Synthia’s maternal instincts take over, and she commits the heinous deed herself.Now there’s another business enemy… and her former beau wants him dead. But the new cotton farmer has revived Synthia’s long-forgotten passions.With blood on her hands already, Synthia is prepared to kill again. But who? The new business partner for her daughter’s sake, or her greedy lover for morality and freedom?

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks—EXCERPT:Crack.The iron’s edge sunk into his head like an ax striking a ripe cantaloupe on a warm summer afternoon.I gripped the icy metallic handle tighter, preparing to deliver another blow. Frozen in place, I watched anxiously for the man to accept what I did and keel over.He spun on his heels drunkenly. The poor man’s mouth dropped open, his brows angling up in stark confusion. His left pupil ballooned to the size of a nickel, black engulfing the toffee brown of his iris.I covered my mouth with a shaky hand.Mr. Kingly staggered backward. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he collapsed to the floor like a sack of grain.Oh my God. What have I done?He didn’t warn me. Edison didn’t tell me it would be so…messy. So…bloody.Why did I do this? Something warm and goopy trickled down my left index finger.I wiped my hand on my skirt.Instantly realizing my carelessness, I gaped down at the layers of silk covering my thigh. Fine cerulean threads absorbed the red handprint I smeared along the folds of fabric.There it was, a single blemish of indisputable evidence forever marking my clothes. A scarlet testament to my wrongdoings.The room set into a dizzying spin around me. I threw my hand against the wall, steadying myself. My breath quickened. The bones of my corset dug into my ribs.I can’t breathe. I’m going to faint right here…next to Mr. Kingly. They’ll find me beside his dead body and know, without a doubt, it was me. Slumping over, I tugged at the edge of my bodice, struggling to gulp down air.Why didn’t I just tell him no?“You know why, Syn,” I whispered between jagged breaths.A soft gasp behind me broke the chaos of my shamed thoughts.I twirled around, the hem of my bell-shaped dress dragging in the pool of blood collecting around my feet. The added weight of Mr. Kingly’s life-force soaking into the lofty fabric weighted me down like fifty-pound shackles fastened to my ankles.Tula stood at the foot of the cellar stairs quiet as a mouse, her glossy eyes fixed on me and her lips pressed into a thin line. She, somehow, sneaked up behind me.A rock settled in my stomach. Had she seen me?I wound my shoulder in a small circle, the clothing iron heavy in my right hand. Chilling and cumbersome like Mr. Kingly’s blood, it taunted me with the crime I committed minutes before and pulled at my strained joint.“I thought I told you to remain on the first floor during the party.” I glanced down at her feet, and her bare toes curled sheepishly.The clever girl removed her shoes so I wouldn’t hear her coming.She was always looking out for me, worrying Edison’s demands would break me one day. I should have known she wouldn’t keep her distance from me tonight. Tula was never far from me, ready to pick me up and give me strength whenever she suspected I was falling too deep into despair.She picked at an ivory button on her sleeve, her emerald eyes glossy. She was particularly concerned about how I’d handle tonight.The fifteen-year-old girl with mellow beige skin and a spray of dark-brown freckles bridging her cheeks and nose stared at me. Ignoring my remark about her tending to the gathering, she remained quiet and clung to her own inner strength. Most people would shriek and run if they walked in on a tableau such as this. Aside from a slight tremble in her shoulder, Tula maintained more self-control than I was capable of mustering at the moment.

Author Bio:
Haven Cage lives in the Carolinas with her husband and son. After many years of dabbling with drawing, painting, and working night shift in the medical field, she decided to try her hand at writing. Unfortunately, her love for books came later in life and proved to add a healthy challenge during her writing journey. Determined to hone her craft though, she soaks up as much information as she can, spends her free time tapping away in her favorite local coffee shop, and keeps a good book in hand whenever possible.What began as a hobby has grown into a way of escape and the yearning to take her journey farther, her love for writing and reading deepening along the way.

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B@@K REVEAL: Chance by Giulia Lagomarsino #PreORDER

Chance: Book 3 of a 3 book arc
Giulia Lagomarsino
(Reed Security, #15)
Publication date: July 8th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Chance is book 15 in the Reed Security Series and should be read in order. It is also part of a 3 book arc. Sniper and Jackson need to be read first.

Chance was taken when Reed Security was attacked, but he has no idea who has taken him or why. Over the course of a year, he plans his escape, knowing there is one person on the island he won’t leave without. But torture breaks every man eventually and he doesn’t know if he can make it until the end.Morgan made a deal with the devil to get her daughter back and finds out too late that it was the wrong choice. Held captive with a man that is obsessed with her, she has to find a way to convince him that she loves him. But will she actually fall for him? And if she does, where does that leave her with Chance?The men and women of Reed Security won’t stop until one of their own is back home. They’ll never give up, and this time, they’re out for blood.

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

BOOK BLITZ: Love At The Shore by Teri Wilson #GIVEAWAY

Love At The Shore
Teri Wilson
Published by: Hallmark Publishing
Publication date: June 11th 2019
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

She came to the beach to write…But she’s getting distracted by the surfer next door.
Jenna, a single mom and successful author, has five weeks to deliver her next young adult novel to the publisher. This year’s summer getaway with her kids will be a working vacation.The only problem? Lucas, the devil-may-care surfer in the beach rental next to hers. He cranks up his music at night, hosts loud volleyball matches, and allows his dog to run around at will.Jenna often blames him for her writer’s block. But before long, she begins to see a new side of her neighbor at the shore. Maybe opposites do attract…but will that attraction fade like a sunset once summer is gone?This funny, emotional romance includes a free Hallmark original recipe for Shrimp Scampi.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo—EXCERPT:Lucas McKinnon unzipped his wet suit, peeled it down to his waist, and let the spray of the outdoor shower beat the salt and sand off his torso. If there was one thing he liked almost as much as a morning surf, it was a nice, hot shower afterward. The fact that the shower on the lower deck of the beach house offered him a clear, unobstructed view of the shore made it even sweeter.The sea was unusually still today, as smooth and glassy as a mirror. Not so great for surfing, but undeniably pretty to look at it. Without the usual spray coming off the breakers, he could see the lighthouse looming in the distance. Just off the shore, a pair of dolphins crested the flat surface of the water, their silver forms glistening in the morning sunlight.The calm before the storm.Or so it seemed. In reality, the forecast was mild. Lucas checked the surf report every day like clockwork, and according to the TybeeWaves web site, there wouldn’t be a raindrop in sight. Still, he couldn’t remember the last time his little slice of the beach had been so serene. It was nearly as unsettling as it was beautiful.Then, just as he was about to flick the shower faucet to the off position, the stillness of the moment came to a colorful, bewildering close as a woman came bounding down the stairs.“What the heck?” She gaped at him, wide-eyed and frozen in place.For a minute, Lucas thought she might turn around and bolt back up the stairs.“Whoa. Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect a shower.” Cheeks ablaze, she swallowed and averted her gaze. “Right in the middle of our place.”“Sorry about that.” He gave the faucet a crank to the left and the shower’s stream came to a dripping halt. “You must be the new neighbor.”The trickle of water slowed to a stop.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
Three slow drops, and she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.“Um, yeah. We just checked in,” she said to a nearby hibiscus bush, then nodded at the bin in her hands. “I just wanted to find somewhere to put this.”Wow, this was one jumpy woman. Lucas wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a person who vibrated with such nervous energy. It rolled off of her in waves.The forecast had been wrong. A storm had most definitely come to town. From the looks of things, a Category Four. Maybe even a Five.

Author Bio:
Teri Wilson is the author/creator of the Hallmark Channel Original Movies UNLEASHING MR. DARCY, MARRYING MR. DARCY, THE ART OF US and NORTHERN LIGHTS OF CHRISTMAS, based on her book SLEIGH BELL SWEETHEARTS. She is a three-time finalist for the prestigious RITA Award for excellence in romantic fiction. Teri has a major weakness for cute animals, pretty dresses and Audrey Hepburn films, and she loves following the British royal family. Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

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BOOK BLITZ: Big Dicker by J.A. Huss, K.C. Cross #GIVEAWAY

Big Dicker
J.A. Huss, K.C. Cross
(Harem Station, #2)
Publication date: June 10th 2019
Genres: Sci-Fi Alien Romance

Big Dicker is a full-length, romp-y, Sci-Fi Romance that features hot, soul-mate sex on a family-friendly resort, a sentient ship with a strip poker problem, three drunk-outlaw sexbots on vacay, a crazy, but misunderstood, dragonbee bot, and an evil villainess who has big plans for Jimmy’s sperm.

Welcome to Mighty Minions Resort.Jimmy’s personal hell.
All Jimmy wants is a booster shot of DNA scrambler so he never has to find his one-true soul mate. But life rarely goes the way you plan it.After dropping Xyla off on Blue Sand Beach for a little vacay with her sexbot girlfriends the Big Dicker has to make an emergency landing on the demon-themed Mighty Minions Resort. Picture hordes of exasperated parents, sticky, crying kids, and a park AI that seems determined to suck every credit out of his Harem Station bank account.The only good thing about Mighty Minions from Jimmy’s perspective—it’s not the place you meet your soul mate.Until outlaw Cygnian princess, Delphi, shows up and shatters all his best-laid plans.But Delphi isn’t there to fall in love with Jimmy.She’s there to kidnap him and take him back to her boss, the Loathsome One.

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This girl.Delphi.Who the hell is she?And she’s pink, which means she’s important. Which means she probably explodes like Lyra and Corla. Which means… why the fuck is she here?Sun gods, Jimmy. Get a grip. She already told you in not so many words, she’s here for you!Oh, yeah. How did that slip my mind? Like… it’s kind of an important fact, right? She’s here for me.There’s definitely something wrong with me. Maybe she drugged me? Maybe this DNA signature scramble is wearing off?It shouldn’t be. I’m months early for my booster. This whole trip was just about extra precautions.But everything has gone wrong since I dropped Xyla off. When was the last time I was in danger and Xyla wasn’t around to have my back?Never, I decide. This is the first and only time that I’ve been out in space without her.I wonder if I could reach her from here?I tap my wristband and find her contact, so wishing we were on Harem and I could just open an air screen or command Baby ALCOR to send a neutrino wave to her comms. I ping her, hoping that Blue Sand Beach is close enough for me to get through.But a Mighty Minion message appears stating that while I’m not authorized for inter-station calls I could purchase an add-on communication package for the low, low price of twenty-five thousand credits.Figures. This place is such a scam.I decide this is worth it, so I tap the ‘Purchase’ tab. I need to get in touch with her and let her know what’s happening. My Mighty Pass chimes and says, “You can now make inter-station calls in the Vacation Sector.”“Great.” I tab Xyla again, then wait as a little animation of Mighty Boss making a call to Mighty Hime plays on my little screen.Xyla’s face appears. She’s in the middle of sipping a frothy exotic drink with half a dozen swizzle sticks poking out the top, and her sexybot girlfriends are all crowding into the frame. “Jim-meeeeeee!” She laughs, almost spitting out her drink.“So hey, sorry to bother you but—”“Jim-meeeeeeee,” all the girlfriends echo.“Uh, hey… ladies. Nice to see you again. Xyla, can I have a moment?”“Jimmmmmm-meeeeeeeeeeee!” they all say again.For sun’s fucking sake. Has everyone on my team lost their fucking mind?“I got a new swimsuit,” Xyla says. “Wanna check it out?” She fumbles with her wristband, taking it off, I guess, then hands it to her friend and says, “Get all of me in the frame,” as she steps back and starts modeling her new purple bikini, yellow ocean and blue sand beach in the background.“Looks great,” I say. “So can I talk to you for—”“Don’t you love it? Cha-Cha got one too. Here, Chach. Gimme that back and you model next!”“Xyla,” I say, rubbing my temple with two fingers. Because I’m starting to get annoyed.But Cha-Cha is already twirling unsteadily in a circle. Her suit is lime green and comes with holsters hanging off her hip strings for holding knives.“Now you, Ladybug!”Ladybug’s suit is black with red polka dots and she’s sporting a plasma pistol on her hip.“And look!” Xyla exclaims. “They sell SEAR swords here!” The frame rotates, goes upside down, then rotates again and then Xyla is standing backlit by a fake Blue Sand Beach sun, spinning, and kicking as she demonstrates her sword skills.I just watch her until she’s done because Chach and Ladybug are screaming and whistling in the background.She comes back to the wristband, takes it in her hand and shoves it up to her face, then pans it around the beach hut. “This place,” she slurs, “is a goddamned assassin’s paradise!”“Are we assassins now?” I ask.“We’ve decided we are,” Cha-Cha says, as she whips out her own sword, stands, erect, closes her eyes, breathes deep, and then starts doing a slow-motion kata routine complete with slow-motion talking.Ladybug and Xyla erupt in giggles, practically falling over.So calling Xyla was probably a bad idea.“Oh,” Xyla says, still laughing. “Did you need something, Jimmy?”“No,” I say. “No… just we’re stuck here.”Xyla frowns. “Stuck? Where?”“On Mighty Minions.”All three girls erupt in laughter.“Yup,” I say. “It’s pretty funny. We got a virus and had to stop to get a new water generator. And now Dicker seems to have a strip poker problem and I met this girl. She’s supposed to be an engineer but she’s really—”A siren sounds over on Blue Sand Beach and all three girls swivel their heads to the left.“That’s the last call for the wet package contest,” Xyla says, out of breath. “Gotta go.”And then the call drops.What the fuck is happening?I call her back but Mighty Boss informs me that I’ve used up all my comm credits.Because of course I have.Just then the bedroom door opens and Delphi walks out wearing tight leggings that hug her hips, a tight sweater that hugs her tits, and some furry booties.Immediately I become distracted. Like… I can’t take my eyes off this cute little pink nightmare. My cocks begin to swell. Both of them. And if I was in my right mind I’d be worried about that, because my junk just doesn’t work that way. But I’m not in my right mind. My mind is consumed with thoughts of kissing her, and fondling her, and yes, fucking her brains out.

Author Bio:
KC Cross is the sexy sci-fi romance pen name for New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss.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 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 book 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.Bookbub / Amazon / Facebook / Website / Instagram / Twitter / Newsletter

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BOOK BLITZ: Ian by A.S. Kelly #GIVEAWAY

Ian
A.S. Kelly
(O’Connor Brothers, #1)
Publication date: February 15th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

A year ago, she begged me to stay.A year later, it’s my turn to beg her not to go.My obsession. My downfall.I tried to resist, to keep her at a distance.I tried to save myself.But no one will be saved here, not even a selfish bastard like me. My life has always been about sport and family, including my stupid brothers. Until that night, the night I made the worst decision of my life. And I’m still paying the price for it.We both are.But the time has come to take back control of the situation, to risk it all, to convince her to let me in, because she can’t be anything other than mine. 
I am Ian O’Connor, and I’m about to accept this challenge: to try and hold on to the only woman I’ll ever be able to love.And even if I already know how this badly written romance is going to end, I won’t back away. This time, I’m going all the way. Because I only want her.And I have no intention of losing her.
I’m an O’Connor, and the O’Connors never lose.

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Ryan
A.S. Kelly
(O’Connor Brothers, #2)
Publication date: May 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

I’ve gone back: back to the place where it all started, where somebody else had the final say.I did it out of love for my family.I’m trying to rebuild my life, to stay standing, even though my legs hurt like hell. I’m concentrating on myself, on my career.I’m ready to tear everything apart to try and keep it all together. To hate without feeling guilty for it, because hating others is the only way I know how to keep myself - the person I am - going; and I was doing it. I was strong. I was untouchable. I was invincible.Actually, I was deluded.I didn’t consider everything. I didn’t consider her: the only woman I really want to hate, but who gives me hope. A woman who turns your world upside-down, who entwines herself into your life even if she can only stay until tomorrow.I’m not looking for tomorrow: I want a future. But I don’t believe in that anymore.And I can’t turn back, not even for her.
My name is Ryan O’Connor, and I’m about to make a huge mistake. I’m about to let her believe in me, to take a chance. But she’d be betting on the wrong man. I’ve never been the right one. And she’ll be left accepting her bitter defeat.

Goodreads / Amazon—IAN EXCERPT:“Tell me that everything’s okay,” he says seriously. “Tell me that this time no one’s going to run away or regret this or lose their mind over it.”I look at him and smile. “None of those things are going to happen.”He exhales and caresses my face with his hand.“Riley Murray, you’re breathtaking, you know that?”My heart swells in my chest.“You’re not so bad yourself.”He laughs, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him. I lie down and stretch out alongside him, resting my head on his chest. I caress his pecs, his shoulders and his arms. I hear him sigh every time I change the movement.“Do you want to know what I really like?”He turns his head to look at me better. I raise my gaze and let myself be taken in by the warmth in his eyes.“This. You and me.”He exhales deeply as if he had been holding his breath this whole time.“I’m begging you, please don’t leave me in the middle of the night.”And in this moment, with his eyes as sweet and melancholy as I’ve ever seen, Ian O’Connor takes my heart and I know he’ll never give it back.

Author Bio:

A.S. Kelly was born in Italy but lives in Ireland with her husband, their two children and a cat named Oscar.Bookworm, English Literature lover, music passionate, coffee drinker, she lives in a small village in the North of Dublin, where she looks for inspiration for her new stories.
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BOOK BLITZ: HEARTS by Klarissa King #GIVEAWAY

HEARTS: A Twisted Wonderland Retelling
Klarissa King
(The Glass Queendom, #1)
Publication date: May 26th 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

In Spades, there is a game as terrifying as the Sisters of Fate. The Hatterthon.A game so cruel that its brick-roads run red with blood and in every shadow there are players killing to survive. The mysterious Ringmaster seized the Hatter’s once-delightful game long ago, and branded it with his mark.The stain of death…

All I ever wanted was a peaceful life. Most other blacksmiths have no trouble holding onto small dreams like mine, and I’ll envy them for it for all my days.Not only is my village attacked by the Heart-Breakers, in the battle I’m thrown down the Forbidden Well.I land in the most unimaginable place, a place of true terror and wonder. A deadly game called the Hatterthon.If I’m ever going to get back home, I have to win this dangerous game, where the brick roads run red with blood and allies are just waiting to plunge a blade into the nearest heart.I can’t trust anyone here—especially not Night, the definitely wicked ally I picked up along the way.I’m not sure which is more dangerous: Night, who wears deceit behind the veil of his captivating eyes, or the greatest threat in the game—the Ringmaster. All I know is, I have to strike down my ally before he turns on me and breaks much more than my bones.Because only one can win the Hatterthon.Before I lose myself to the madness…
In Spades, kisses taste like sweets and wine, and only when they end do you taste the poison on your lips.Hearts is a Wonderland retelling (Hold the Alice!) and is the first in the Glass Queendom Duology. The sequel, Spades, The Glass Queendom, will be released later this year.HEARTS is no longer a part of the Feared Fables series.

Goodreads / Amazon—EXCERPT:In a time that I felt nothing, Night made me feel something.When he drew back, I let myself look into his eyes. Hunger burned back at me in those flickering purple hues.I could have asked him again why he was here. But scraping through the inner workings of my mind didn’t seem worth it in the face of him—a face so striking that the flutter of my stomach reached up to my chest.In all the horror and destruction around me, I only saw him. I stood with him, his fingertips dancing down to the waist of my skirt, and I felt every nerve in my body strike back against the numbness.I didn’t care how, but he made me feel, and that was something I had a desperate urge to cling to.Setting my skin alight, Night pushed up the hem of my blouse, fingertips grazing my pebbled skin.My breath caught as he yanked me against him, a sudden ferocity in his dark eyes. All hesitation was snuffed out of me with that one, starved look, and my entire resolve came crashing down around me.My hand found a fistful of his hair. I slammed my lips against his. A shudder set me alight as he tore down the front of my blouse with a single tug.The agony in my heart threatened to drown me, drag me down into the abyss. I found air in him. And I consumed it.

Author Bio:
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: Klarissa King

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BOOK BLITZ: Under the Skin by Zara West #GIVEAWAY

Under the Skin
Zara West
Publication date: June 6th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller

A billionaire bridge builder.A gifted thief.A ruthless criminal.Can he save her before it’s too late?

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks—EXCERPT:Sal bounced into the kitchen and put the model bridge on the table and then dumped the plastic bag of toy soldiers on the tabletop.Her mother gave Lena a hard look. “We will talk later. Right now, I have to get off my feet.” She headed toward her bedroom and then stopped. “Where did you get the pretty bridge, Sal?”“From sis’s magic pack.”“Cielos.” She picked it up, rotated in her hands. “Got an inscription on the bottom. Looks like it was an award of some kind.” She handed it to Lena. “See if you can read it.”Lena tipped the metal plate toward the light. “International Association of Architects, Best Bridge Design. Mircea Vargas.” Her stomach tightened. She hadn’t wanted to know the name of the man who’d saved her on the bridge and seen that her injuries were treated. Now she did.It made her regret stealing from him even more. She handed it back to Sal.Her mother tapped the tabletop. “What was that name?”Lena put the dishes in the sink. “Mircea—I think that’s how you would say it—Vargas.”“Yes. I remember. Such a weird first name. He was on the news.”She smiled at her mother. “You watching television on the job, Mama?” It was one of things they razzed each other about.“It’s one of the few perks I get. But that man. He was attacked this morning. He’s building a bridge across the Hudson and a mob pushed him down and trampled him. Took him away in an ambulance.”Lena bit her lip. Must have been someone else. She’d left the townhouse mere hours ago. Her rich guy hadn’t looked injured.Her mama shook her head. “Poor man. You should give it back. Imagine winning a big award like that. And now he’s hurt. It’s bad enough what you do. You shouldn’t take people’s treasures.”A twinge of guilt ran through her. She clenched her fists and drove her fingernails into her palms until it hurt. That was exactly what she did. Stole people’s treasures.And she would keep stealing them as long as she had to keep her family safe.

Author Bio:
Zara West loves all things adventurous and heart-stopping as long as they lead to true love. Born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, Zara spends winters in New York where the streets hum with life, summers in the Maritimes where the sea can be cruel, and the rest of the year anywhere inspiration for tales of suspense, mystery, and romance are plentiful.An accomplished artist by training and passion, she brings a love of art to every book she writes. When not marooned on an island or chasing after Greek shepherds, Zara tends her organic herb garden, collects hats and cats, and whips up ethnic dishes for friends and family. Learn more at http://www.zarawestsuspense.comWebsite / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

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