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Title: He Lived Next DoorAuthor: Portia MooreGenre: Conte...

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Title: He Lived Next DoorAuthor: Portia MooreGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: May 31, 2017


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There are ugly truths and pretty lies.When I lost them, I chose neither. I wrapped myself in silence.My husband, my best friend, became a stranger who gave up.
Then…he moved in next door, and everything changed.You think you know this story,but you don’t. Be careful what you ask for because the answer may not come the way you think.

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I'm obsessed with blowing kisses. I guess that makes me a romantic. I love books and cute boys and reading about cute boys in books. I'm infatuated with the glamour girls of the past: Audrey, Dorothy, Marilyn, Elizabeth. 

I'm a self-confessed girly girl, book nerd, food enthusiast, and comic book fan. Odd combination huh, you have no idea...

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Title: Tied DownAuthor: Vanessa WaltzGenre: RomanceRelease Date: July 19, 2017 Marrying her was part of the plan. Falling for her wasn’t.Before Eva was my wife, she was nothing but a pawn. A piece to be played, my move against theirs. But that was then. Now she’s the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, and the mother of my unborn baby.I'm tied down to the perfect woman. Eva, the mouthy brunette who trapped me with her tempting curves and smoky eyes. I wasn’t supposed to touch her. Now she’s mine and I’ll never let her go. It’s a fake marriage, but I'm keeping her. We're forever until she finds out what I am. And if she does, everything will fall apart. HEAD OVER TO VANESSA'S FACEBOOK PAGETO ENTER THE $25 AMAZON GIFT CARD GIVEAWAY >>CLICK HERE<< My name is Vanessa and steamy, bad boy romances with headstrong alpha males are my trade. I'm represented by Jill Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. Feel free to drop me a line at waltzbooks@gmail.com. HOSTED BY:

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Title: Hard LoveAuthor: Joanne SchwehmGenre: Contemporary Romance StandaloneRelease Date: July 18, 2017 Noah Winston’s life was perfect. He had it all: striking looks, more money than he could ever spend, good friends, and any woman he wanted. Margo Perry’s life wasn’t perfect, but it was her own. She didn’t need a man to make her happy or feel better about herself. Then he saw her – a gorgeous, rain-soaked stranger – but she wasn’t a stranger at all. They’d known each other a lifetime ago, when she was just a girl. Now, she was all woman.Then it happened. The man she had spent her teenage years lusting over rescued her on a bleak yet fateful day. There he was, straight out of her dreams, looking better now than he had years ago.The more time he spent with her, the more he questioned everything he knew.The more time she spent with him, the more those old feelings resurfaced and grew stronger.Too bad it only took one night, a few words, and a terrible decision, to ruin it all.Too bad it was too good to be true. Joanne is a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She’s an avid sports watcher and enjoys the occasional round of golf.She loves to write and read romance. Joanne believes everyone should have romance in their lives and hopes her books bring joy and happiness to readers who enjoy modern day fairy tales and breathless moments.She is an independent romance author and has written several contemporary romance novels, including The Prescott Series, Ryker, A Heart’s Forgiveness, The Critic and The Chance Series. Joanne is a published author with EverAfter Romance and is represented by Brower Literary Agency.  HOSTED BY:

Title: HavocSeries: Deathstalkers MC #7Author: Alexis Noe...

Title: HavocSeries: Deathstalkers MC #7Author: Alexis NoelleGenre: MC RomanceRelease Date: August 21, 2017 CHRISSYAs a social worker, I've seen my fair share of broken families, bad relationships, and worlds of regret.Because of that the last thing, I'll ever do is let down my guard, or open up my heart.As for men, bring 'em on.I love a good man in my bed, but I’m not looking for forever or happily ever after. That's not my style.Please me, and leave. These are my rules. There’s no bending or breaking them. Even when he pulls out all the stops,I'm not budging.They’re set in stone.Or should I say, “Rock?”ROCKI'm chiseling away at that hard exterior, one pebble at a time.I don’t negotiate, I don't share, and I sure as hell don’t wait my turn.Despite her smart mouth and fiery ways,I still want her. But this "friends with benefits" deal of hers is bullshit.I don't play that way.At least, I don't plan to anymore.I will own every ounce of her.That body.That mind.That heart.It will all be mine.

Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping. She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.
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Title: Forbidden BondsSeries: An Immortal Curse Novel #2Author: Lexi C. FossGenre: Dark Paranormal RomanceRelease Date: August 1, 2017
Exile never felt so good. . . Tom’s a trained sniper, not a babysitter. He kills rogue immortals for a living, but after releasing classified information to a friend, he’s banished to a remote location with the CRF’s most prized asset. Can two tortured souls find solace and love in one another? Secrets unfold as Tom forms a forbidden relationship with his new charge. The immortal woman evokes memories and feelings long forgotten, and forces him to question everything he’s ever known. Sacrifices must be made. A rash decision sends them both running for their lives as enemies vie for their heads. Some bonds are meant to be broken. . .

Amelia touched the metal choker around her neck and grumbled, “This bloody thing follows me even into my dreams.” If she ever got it off, she’d make Jonathan Fitzgerald eat it. “Amelia,” Tom’s deep voice rumbled, “this isn’t a dream.”
“What?”“You’re not dreaming.”She smiled and shook her head. Of course she was dreaming. What else could this be? There was water, sunshine, and trees. “I wish for you to go now.” No need for the handsome Sentinel to spoil her temporary reprieve from reality.“I wish I could, but I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.” Tom rose to his full height beside her and held out a hand. “Let’s get back to the cabin. You need a shower, and I need to get some sleep.”She frowned at his long, masculine fingers. He wiggled them once in an impatient gesture that matched the tick in his square jaw. She stood up and found the top of her head barely met his chin. The heat radiating from his broad chest felt very real, so real that she pinched her thigh to test his theory. A slight pain radiated up her side, making her eyes widen. “I’m not dreaming?”He gave her a small smile. “No, Amelia. You’re very much awake.”

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Title: Sawyer & FinSeries: Adventurous Hearts SeriesA...

Title: Sawyer & FinSeries: Adventurous Hearts SeriesAuthor: Zeia JamesonGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: May 31, 2017 To live without adventure defeats the purpose of living.Fin knows all about living life to the fullest. She had everything - freedom, excitement, and a promising athletic career. But it was all torn from her when a night of risky behavior ended in tragedy. Now she's doing everything she can to protect her sister from following in her tarnished footsteps.Sawyer has never had boundaries of any sort. He asks for forgiveness rather than permission. Until one bad decision has him running from someone who doesn't forgive easily - or ever. In order to stay alive, and out of prison, Sawyer has no choice left but to rely on boundaries.When the two cross paths, mixed feelings of hesitation and curiosity taunt their emotions and convictions. Chances are taken. Rules are broken. And they both know it all could lead to the lives they want - lives too perilous to live. Can they grow a relationship in their current safe and ordinary lives? Or will the temptation for adventure lead down a path from which they can't return?Sawyer & Fin is Book One of the Adventurous Hearts seriesLive and love your life, one adventure at a time.
“What are we doing?” he questions, as he pulls hastily from our kiss. He shakes his head. “We can't do this. I can't do this with you.” He backs away a step, taking the heat of our passionate moment with him.I step forward, not wanting to let it go. “We can do this. It's okay. What are you so afraid of? We need this. And you are lying to yourself if you say or think otherwise.”We stand silent for a moment. Then, I make a decision for us both. I lean in and curl my fingers around the back of his neck. I brush my lips against his and he takes them forcefully while wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me tight to his body. He gently tugs at my braided ponytail.“You have no idea how much this braid drives me wild,” he speaks into my lips with a wicked grin.“You could show me just how much,” I speak back, attempting to match his expression.He lets out a low growl and my insides burn. I want all of him to consume all of me. We kiss more, hard and fast, and our hands roam and explore each other. I move my hand under his shirt and rake my fingers up his taut abs. As I make my way up his chest, I feel a raised line of skin.The scar.My mind races over what could have caused such a sizable mark. I've had my fingers on it for no longer than a second when Sawyer flinches and pulls away again. He removes my hand from his shirt and then runs his fingers brashly through his hair.“I can't do this, Fin. I can't. I want to. Believe me. But you deserve better.”I look down at my feet while my hands wring within one another. “You have no idea what I deserve,” I say, ashamed at thinking for even a second I had a chance at being happy again.“You know why I'm here, Fin. And you know I'm no good for you. I have so many secrets. Secrets that if you knew, you'd run away faster than the wind.”“So tell me!” I exclaim in frustration. “Make me run. That's the only way you're getting rid of me.”He shakes his head again while gripping the back of his neck. “I can’t.”I sigh.I step toward him again, my inner daredevil taking control of me. I lean in close to his ear and whisper.“If you tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine.” a Rafflecopter giveaway Zeia Jameson's passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning.
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Title: Detour Series: Off Track Records #1Author: Ka...

Title: Detour Series: Off Track Records #1Author: Kacey SheaCover Design & Photography: Marisa Shor, Cover Me DarlingCover Model: Haley LoanRelease Date: June 1, 2017 Trent Donavan is the golden boy of the rock world. As lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, he’s every fangirl’s dream, and with his newfound fame the women flow as readily as alcohol and drugs. There’s no doubt women are Trent’s preferred indulgence after a successful show.That is, until the feisty little blonde joins the tour.Lexi Marx loves music. It runs in her blood and flows through her soul. As the illegitimate daughter of a rock legend, she’s determined to make it in the music industry on talent alone. So when her agent scores her the opening act gig for the next 3UG tour it seems her hard work, hopes, and dreams have finally come to fruition.Until she spends time with the band. More accurately, Trent Donovan. She’d feel better if that arrogant manwhore of a lead singer would stop hitting on her with his dreamy eyes, witty comebacks, and voice that melts the most jagged of hearts.But Trent is determined to prove to Lexi he’s not such a bad guy, and as music binds their friendship, Lexi’s left with the most confusing of emotions. Could this be love or an uninvited distraction? She can still have it all, if only her heart doesn’t lead her off track. Enjoy this excerpt from lead singer of Three Ugly Guys, Trent Donavan from Kacey Shea’s rock star romance, Detour: The dive is actually charming inside, with its retro fifties décor and twenty-four-seven breakfast menu. The crowd is popping for a weekday lunch, and with its location in the heart of downtown I take that as a sign the food will be good.A no-nonsense waitress leads us to an empty booth near the back.“This okay?” Her tone dares us to suggest it’s not . . . and end up with spit in our meal.“Perfect. Thanks.” Lexi slides into the seat across from me. The waitress points to where the menus are nestled between the table and a dish of creamer, sugar packs, and other condiments.“What can I get you to drink?”“I’ll have a glass of orange juice,” Lexi says and then glances at me. “And I don’t need to see the menu. I’m ready to order. If you are?”“Yeah.” I’m surprised, since most people scan the menu before deciding on their meal.“A stack of plain pancakes. Please,” she says.“You want the half or the full?” our server asks without looking up from her notepad.“Full, please.” Lexi smiles.The waitress pauses to glance at Lexi and raise her brows. “Mmm’kay. And for you?” She nods my direction more than asks.“Same. Except coffee for me.”“’Kay.” She turns and leaves without a backward glance.“I don’t know how you do that,” I say.“What? I can eat a lot of food. Especially pancakes. Don’t judge me by my size.”I grin. “Not that. I’m talking about ordering orange juice.”“You don’t like OJ?” she asks as if I’m the crazy one.“I do. But you have no idea the pulp situation. Does it have none, or extra? How can you order a glass without knowing the level of pulp?”She laughs and at that moment our server comes back to set down our drinks. “Pancakes’ll be up shortly.”“I take it you’re not a fan of pulp.” Lexi observes and takes a sip from her drink.I eye her from over the brim of my mug. “That obvious?”She laughs and sets down her glass. “You’ll be happy to know there’s a low pulp situation going on. We’re safe here.”“Thank God!” I bug my eyes and delight in the way her lips lift in a comfortable smile. Not forced or guarded. I like this Lexi. “Hey, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you since we met.”Her shoulders straighten just the slightest and I can’t help but kick myself for chasing away some of her ease. “You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want. Just call me curious.”“Fine.” She rolls her eyes but her lips twitch up with the trace of a smile. “Shoot.”“Why Marx?” The words leave my mouth and I instantly regret the question.Her eyes drop and her jaw hardens with her frown. She studies the patterned Formica table and traces her fingertips along the silver plated fork and spoon atop her paper napkin. Fuck. She was just starting to open up. Talk to me. Now she’s like ice. I should apologize. Or make a joke. An inappropriate one about her luscious breasts. Yes, then she’ll get angry. Angry I can do.“Don’t laugh,” she warns.My gaze snaps up to watch her still playing with the silverware. “Okay.”“Swear it.”I reach my hand across the table and set my fingers next to the napkin. “Pinky promise.” I wiggle my finger and her lips soften as though she wants to smile. “I won’t tell a soul.”Her pinky slides along mine, and the soft brush of her tiny finger against my much bigger one kicks up my pulse. Her hands are so delicate and skilled, and fuck if my dick isn’t already making my tight jeans irritably uncomfortable. She squeezes her finger and I barely lock mine with hers before she pulls her hands back into her lap.“I was a child. I can’t be held responsible.” She glances around the room before her gaze settles back to me. “But I had a major crush on Richard Marx.”“The singer?” I press my lips together because I’m certain there’s a smile stretching across my face.Lexi’s glare confirms my suspicion. “Not a word. You promised.”“I won’t. It’s cute. What were you, like five?”“More like twelve.”“But you’re only twenty-three, right? Wasn’t Marx big in the late eighties, early nineties?”“Yeah, well, my mom loved his music so we listened to it a lot.”“You’re telling me your stage name is a shout out to the guy who romanced millions of women with his piano and soft rock ballads, all from a little childhood crush?”“Don’t judge, okay. I was a kid.” Even she can’t hold back a laugh.“Not judging, just finding the connection rather shallow for a woman who does everything with great meaning.”Her eyes narrow. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to compliment or insult me.”I wink. “Compliment. Go with the positive.”“You’re delusional.” She throws up her hands.“Says the Marx diehard fan!”“Look. It’s more than that,” she grumbles and when I tilt my head she shakes hers, her next words leaving her lips in a rush. “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this . . . When I was a young girl I had this ridiculously famous rock star dad. One who was a horrible father. One who never remembered to call or visit, and who made my mom cry herself to sleep. One who made her waste her entire youth devoted to a man who didn’t give two shits about us.When I listened to “Right Here Waiting,” I used to pretend that my dad wasn’t Richie Sands. That my mom had gotten it all wrong. I imagined my father was Richard Marx and he was singing that song to us—my mom and me. That he loved us.” She gave a short pause. “So as soon as I turned eighteen, I legally changed my last name to Marx.”“Two big stacks.” Our server interrupts by setting down our plates with a clatter. “Refills?”“Yes, please,” Lexi answers. However, I can’t seem to move my gaze from her eyes. The green shines a little too brightly under the florescent lights while she pours way too much syrup on her pancakes. She continues with her meal as if she hadn’t just shared something completely intimate and personal.“Syrup?” Lexi holds the jug over my stack and I quickly grab it from her hands.“I’ve got it, Sugar Tits! You’ll give me diabetes if I let you pour.”“What? I like syrup with my pancakes!”“I can see that.” I grin and douse my stack with a conservative amount before cutting a few bites with the side of my fork. “So, when you’re not basking in pancake griddle heaven, what other food do you enjoy this much?”“Chinese, Thai, Sushi. I love them all. But there’s nothing like a stack of pancakes.” Lexi shovels in another mouthful. A groan of pleasure escapes from where her lips lock around the fork. Fork me. What I wouldn’t give to be a piece of cutlery.“And don’t think I didn’t notice the sugar tits comment, either. That nickname ends here.” She points the fork in my direction before taking another bite.My lips pull up with a big ass grin. “I don’t know . . . ’Cause that I didn’t promise.” I pop in a mouthful of pancakes.She shakes her head, rolls those eyes, and takes a sip of juice. “Hey, Trent.” She glances down at her plate, using her fork to push around the sopping mess she’s made of a perfectly delicious breakfast.“Yeah?”“I never said thank you.” She lifts her gaze and those eyes pierce me with their sincerity. “Thank you.”I lick my lips and take a big gulp of coffee. “You’re welcome. For what exactly?”She smiles and taps her fork against the plate. “Why did you bring me on your bus in Oklahoma?”That night fills me with sadness and I rub my hands through my hair. “To keep you safe.”“That’s it? No ulterior motives?”“Lexi, that night, I . . . There was no way I was letting you sleep in Big Betty. Not after what happened. What could have happened. No. I just needed to keep you safe. The best way to do that was in our bus. Simple.”She scoops up her drenched pancake and brings it to her lips. Oh, those damn lips. “Well, then, thank you,” she whispers before the food goes inside her mouth and she does the groan again.It’s all I can do to not pounce over the table, claim those lips, and join her in the sound.“And thanks for not trying to get in my pants.” She grins, wider now, and I feel as though she’s playing some kind of mindfuck game. She’s gotta be on to me, inside my head, knowing I’ve been thinking unprofessional thoughts throughout this entire breakfast.“Who says I’m not trying to do that?” I go with humor, always my best defense, and it works when she laughs aloud.“You’re such a manwhore.”“You got me.” I join in her laugher and pray my little obsession with her mouth dissipates the further into this tour we go. Lexi is a cool chick, more down to earth than I ever imagined, and she deserves the best. More than I could ever give, that much is true.Pick up your copy to find out what happens next! Detour is available now from Amazon Kindle or read free with your Kindle Unlimited subscription.
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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.

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Today we have the release day blitz for Love in Transit, a sexy new project from Jana Aston, Ainsley Booth, Kitty French, BJ Harvey, Raine Miller, and Liv Morris!Title: Love in TransitGenre:  Contemporary RomanceAbout Love In Transit: You know those people that have a house full of motivational slogans? Embrace Every Moment, stamped on their coffee mugs. Always Kiss Me Goodnight painted above their perfectly made beds. I’m not one of those people. This morning I overslept, then slipped on a stray sock and banged my toe into the nightstand. The elevator in my building broke and I had to run down six flights of stairs. And then my local coffee shop was closed. For health code violations. What’s that? Not the end of the world? You want me to suck it up? Did I mention I’m wearing a wedding dress… on the subway? It’s a Good Day for a Hot Mess. Someone embroider that on a pillow.
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Title: I'm Only Here For The BeardSeries: The Dixie Warde...

Title: I'm Only Here For The BeardSeries: The Dixie Warden Rejects #4Author: Lani Lynn ValeGenre: MC RomanceRelease Date: May 31, 2017Photographer: Furious FotogModel: Hankins Fitness
Sean is a man with needs—needs that a lot of women were ready and willing to fulfill. Yet, the only woman that he wants to fulfill them dumped him for another man. A man who’s a member of his MC and is someone he has to see every single day and twice on Sundays.He’s bitter and angry. He’s definitely not in the right frame of mind when it comes to dealing with women. Which is unfortunate for his new partner, Naomi, a fresh-out-of-school and totally green paramedic. ---Naomi’s got enough problems on her plate. A brother who’s self-destructive and doesn’t care who he takes down with him. A man who she’s in love with but who doesn’t love her. A job that she hates because it is a constant reminder of what she can’t have.Desperate to distance herself from her problems, she runs, taking the first job in her field that she finds willing to take on someone with so little experience.The last thing she needs is a perpetually pissed off partner, especially when he sets her blood on fire.But life doesn’t ask how much you can handle when it dishes out challenges. It just keeps piling them on until you’ve bested them or you’ve buckled under them.---Sean really doesn’t want to like his new partner, Naomi. He just wants to be left alone to live his life however he damn well pleases and without complications.Naomi doesn’t care what he wants, she can’t be anything but herself. It isn’t long before she’s breaking down his walls and making him feel again. She’s trying to pull him closer and he’s pushing her away.It’s not long before Sean sees the error of his ways.It’s too bad, though, that by the time he realizes she’s the one, Naomi’s already gone.
 
 

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Title: RecluseSeries: Spider #1Author: Jaycee Ford Genre:...

Title: RecluseSeries: Spider #1Author: Jaycee Ford Genre: Romantic Suspense  Release Date: June 26, 2017


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You were my brother in the line of duty.My partner.My best friend.You were the man who had it all.Your thoroughness and precision made you a great cop.It’s what got you killed.And now I live with the darkening shadows of your memory.You weren’t here when I needed you to save me.You weren’t here when I needed help solving the most gruesome murder this town had ever seen.But most of all, you weren’t here to keep me from falling in love with your wife.

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Bestselling author Jaycee Ford grew up chasing street cars around the city of New Orleans. After doing a four year stint at Louisiana State University, she earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in History and fled for the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. New Orleans beckoned her home again where she put her love of the foothills into a series of romance novels. In between writing, she’s found behind her desk at a top rated law firm … or still chasing street cars.

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