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The Charmer by Avery Flynn Release Date: September 25th, ...
The Charmer by Avery Flynn Release Date: September 25th, 2017Genre: Contemporary RomanceThe Charmer, an all-new sexy standalone from Avery Flynn is coming LIVE!
Don’t miss the hot new romantic comedy follow-up to the smash hit The Negotiator…Hot, filthy rich, and usually irresistible, Hudson Carlyle just met the one woman in Harbor City who’s immune to his legendary charm. Nerdy ant researcher Felicia Hartigan is the unsexiest dresser ever. She trips over air. And she’s in love with the wrong man. Hudson can’t stop thinking about her.His regular moves won’t work here. He’s going to need a new plan, starting with helping her win over the man she thinks she wants. And if in the process she ends up falling for Hudson instead? Even better. Step one, charm her panties off. Step two, repeat step one as frequently as possible.But what if the famous Carlyle charm finally fails him when he needs it most? Or worse, what if she figures out the one secret he’s kept from everyone, including his family, and walks away for good?
This book reminded me sooo much of My Fair Lady!! It was uncanny. Seriously, I could just see Audrey Hepburn in this book. She could of been the female lead with the insecurity and the sassiness. I actually loved the main characters and were rooting for them right at the very beginning. There wasn't a moment that I was like "hmmm, there's something wrong with him" or "there's something wrong with her." I always felt that they were well-suited and fit together. I would definitely recommend this author to others and would read her again!
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Enter the Giveaway! a Rafflecopter giveawayAbout the Author: Avery Flynn is an award winning, USA Today bestselling romance author. She has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.Connect with Avery: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AveryFlynnAuthor/Twitter: @averyflynnStay up to date with Avery by signing up for her newsletter here:http://averyflynn.com/newsletter/http://averyflynn.com
"Still is a masterpiece of love, lust and human feeling. ...
"Still is a masterpiece of love, lust and human feeling. Poetic and sexy beyond compare, Still will have you turning everything you know upside down and laughing, crying and panting through Grip and Bristol's journey. Five 'bruising' stars!" -- Sierra Simone, USA Today Bestselling author
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I'll be there.Through thick and thin.Ride or die.You can count on me.The promises people make. The vows we take. Assumptions of the heart.Emotion tells us how we feel, but life...life has a way of plunging us in boiling water, burning away our illusions, testing our faith, trying our convictions. Love floating is a butterfly, but love tested is an anchor.For Grip and Bristol,Love started at the top of the worldOn a Ferris wheel under the starsBut when that love is tested, will they fly or fall?Read STILL Today!Special Release Sale: $2.99(Free in Kindle Unlimited) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2fDxdQmAmazon UK: http://amzn.to/2feQ5EFAdd to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2vBiUWNStart the Series FREE Today! FLOW, the FREE prequel, MUST BE READ before GRIP!Amazon ➜ http://amzn.to/2lAhSSCAmazon UK➜ http://amzn.to/2xSpMMSAudio Book ➜ http://bit.ly/FLOWAudiobookWATTPAD ➜ http://w.tt/2kUo8YkRead GRIP Today for only 99¢!(Free in Kindle Unlimited)Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/2gsx1mBAmazon UK ➜ http://amzn.to/2gz387WAmazon CA ➜ http://amzn.to/2vADPJnAmazon AU ➜ http://amzn.to/2gsH3EmAudio Book ➜ http://bit.ly/GRIPAudiobookAdd to GoodReads ➜ http://bit.ly/2k1T1rL
This book gave me a different perspective on biracial relationships and what they face everyday. It also gave me all the feels in the world❤❤The author is eloquent at expressing herself through the written word that translates into beautiful imagery and an involved storyline of colorful characters. The story is full of prose and romance that is uncommon nowadays. If you haven't a read the first 2 books in the series, then you should pick them up and start those before reading these. This isn't a standalone book.
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About Kennedy: Kennedy Ryan is a Southern girl gone Southern California. A Top 100 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy writes romance about remarkable women who find a way to thrive even in tough times, the love they find, and the men who cherish them. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Georgia families living with Autism, Kennedy has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other outlets as a voice for families living with autism.
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Title: Whiskey BurningSeries: Iron Fury MCAuthor: Bella J...
Title: Whiskey BurningSeries: Iron Fury MCAuthor: Bella JewelGenre: RomanceRelease Date: September 25, 2017
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In the darkness is where I first met him.Alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks.Ready to give up.From the shadows, his voice came to me.Soothing. Comforting. Rough as the blackest night.I didn’t see him.I didn’t even know his name.All I knew was he saved me that night.He put my back on my feet.And he kept me on them.Every single time I needed him, he found a way to come to me.My stranger of the night.My dark warrior.My name is Scarlett. You probably know me.I’m America’s number one country music star.I’m also the loneliest girl you’ll ever meet.He’s as free as a bird. A nomad. Travelling alone.Nobody to hold him back.He holds the freedom I pray for every single day.He shows me that life can be so much more than what I’m living.When danger comes knocking, he’ll also show me a different world.A world I never knew existed.A world that both terrifies and fascinates me.A world that goes against everything I’ve ever known.A world of Iron Fury.
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK Release Week Blitz ABOUT THE ...
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ABOUT THE BOOK Title: TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAKAuthor: Tessa BaileySeries: Romancing The Clarksons, #4On Sale: September 26, 2017Publisher: ForeverMass Market: $7.99 USDeBook: $5.99 USDAdd to GoodreadsA love of a lifetime . . .
Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family's epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there's no way she can go there---not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.
Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont's heart is hers, has always been hers. He knows she's hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy---saving her from her past could cost him everything.
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“You don’t have to leave right away,” Sage said when Belmont turned, watching her from beneath his eyebrows. “Can you wait here while I take a quick shower?”Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. His big back heaved and the touch of his tongue in her mouth came crashing in like a behemoth wave. They had crossed an unspoken boundary on the train platform. There was no going back to before, to when they stopped at rough, crushing embraces. As if that hadn’t been…more than sexual somehow.“Yes, I’ll wait,” he said, his voice sounding like serrated metal. “I can light the fire for you.”I’ll say. God, why did everything sound like an innuendo now? If her body weren’t flush and sweating beneath the jumpsuit, she would have laughed about it. But there was nothing funny about having Belmont looming mere yards away, looking like one word of encouragement would snap his chain and send him barreling toward her. “That would be perfect. I’ll just be…a few minutes.”Sage all but dove into the itty-bitty bathroom, pressing her back up against the door and willing her racing heart to calm down. Why had she asked him to stay? Her resolve would weaken with every passing second. Biting down on her lower lip, she began the excruciating task of lowering the zipper of her jumpsuit, which kicked up a protest in her triceps and shoulder muscles. When she finally got it down, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and attempted to lift it over her head.Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. They flat out wouldn’t rise any higher than her ribs, leaving the T-shirt suspended in midair. Her muscles burned like someone had doused them in lighter fluid and held them above a flame. Sage’s agony must have escaped in the form of a whimper, because Belmont’s boots scraped just outside the door. And her stomach hollowed with awareness, lightning racing all over her skin.“Sage.” His voice was deep, urgent. “Do you need help?”No. Say no. She’d only gotten finished reminding him she didn’t need him. But in this case, it would be a lie and she’d done so much of that lately. With Belmont. The most truthful person she knew. “I can’t get my shirt off.” Her nose started to ache, the tip probably turning red. “My arms hurt.”His growl was short and broken. A beat passed before the door opened and she felt Belmont filling the doorway behind her. She flicked a glance up to the ancient mirror and confirmed what she’d seen in her mind’s eyes. Belmont towering over her like an avenging angel, outlined by candlelight. He’d taken off his coat, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt, which he’d rolled up to the elbows. Every inch of visible skin was shot through with strained cords of muscle, as if his frustration were written on him like a road map.Sage still had the shirt halfway lifted, so her lower back was visible. Not a big deal to most people. But Belmont had never seen anything below her neck. Or above her knees. With the jumpsuit peeled halfway down, the band of her underwear might even be peeking out.Breathing grew difficult as Belmont took one step closer and took hold of the T-shirt, his knuckles grazing the small of her back. “You’re wearing”—his breath ghosted down her neck—“my shirt.”Sage only realized she’d closed her eyes when they popped open. Oh God. In the shock of Belmont arriving, she’d forgotten. “I am?” Her mouth was parched. “L-look at that.”“I am looking.” She jumped when Belmont reached over her shoulder with his left hand and turned on the shower, the sound of spray filling the room. Then the roughness of his knuckles returned, sliding up her spine along with the shirt. “I like knowing there was a layer of me standing between you and the earth.”Her legs took on the consistency of Jell-O. His touch was a drug, making her languid, although it was different than the way he usually touched her. There was sex this time. So much of it. And it was that major difference that allowed Sage to accept the skimming of his fingers. Accept the part of herself that lusted. They were in a dark room and time had surely suspended anywhere outside this little plot of square footage. Words ached to leave her mouth, words that wouldn’t be suitable in the sunlight. This man, so warm and brave and large at her back, knew things about her no one else did. What was one more secret? “I stole it out of your suitcase. I broke a commandment and everything.”“Why?” He breathed into her hair, sinking heat like an anchor in her belly. The shirt came off, her arms dropped to her sides, and she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up. Inches from Belmont. “Why, sweetest girl?”A light steam had begun curling in the air like beckoning fingers. Maybe this is a dream. It felt like one of the fevered fantasies she woke from on occasion, sweat slicking her breasts and neck. “Because I like the way you smell and it hadn’t been washed.”His exhale was gravelly. “Sage.”“Yes.”She thought he might not respond, but finally he asked a question that made her nipples turn to hard points. “Can you manage”—a long, windy inhale—“the bra?”Sage tried. She really, truly did. Her arms felt as though they might break off and hit the floor, but she reached back until her muscles locked up, refusing to move farther. But Belmont was already there, pushing them back down, holding them at her hips.“Jesus. Please, stop. I can’t watch it.” His touch disappeared only for a second and then the cotton material of the bra tightened over her breasts. She could feel him working the back clasp with fingers she knew so well. They’d tunneled through her hair so many times, twisted in her clothing, but had never, ever, touched her with any kind of…intent. Intent to seduce. And that’s what he was doing, intentional or not. The inhibitions she’d held close forever, circled the drain, along with the shower water. “Your back is so beautiful.” A ghost of a fingertip traced down her spine. “But I need to leave before I—”“What?”“Before I turn you around.” They weren’t touching, but she could sense the shudder that ran through him. “Or look in that mirror.”Right or wrong, the mine, their codependency aside, Sage knew if she let him leave just then, she would regret it for all time. Her body had been woken up. By one man. He’d kept her on the razor’s edge for thousands of miles, surrounding her with his power and taking it away. Over and over. And this fever wrapping around them in the tiny bathroom was completely different from easing his anxiety. Finally, she felt like a woman standing in front of him, instead of a calming device. This was mutual and alive and she couldn’t stand it to end. Tomorrow might be a different story, but this moment was the culmination of a thousand dreams and she could no more deny herself than she could forget his face.“Belmont, do you think of the kiss?”“I never stop,” he groaned into her hair. “Never.”
She took a deep breath for courage. “Will you shower with me?”
Everything about this series has been worth the read!! If you have read the first 3 books...pick them up. I've been a fan of this series since it began and was waiting on this one. I've always wanted this story and I had to wait til the fourth book but it was worth it. Sage is a complex female character and I liked it. She wasn't simpering or whining about things, but she was flawed and strong. It takes a strong guy to rope that in. I think the author wrote Belmont really well with that. Overall, it gelled with the rest of the series and it wasn't out of place. If you're a fan and have kept up with the series - you'll want to read this book.
THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES TOO HOT TO HANDLE, #1TOO WILD TO TAME, #2TOO HARD TO FORGET, #3TOO CLOSE TO CALL, #3.5TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK, #4Series Page on Goodreads
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGoodreads FOLLOW FOREVER ONLINE WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramPinterest GIVEAWAY
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ABOUT THE BOOK Title: TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAKAuthor: Tessa BaileySeries: Romancing The Clarksons, #4On Sale: September 26, 2017Publisher: ForeverMass Market: $7.99 USDeBook: $5.99 USDAdd to GoodreadsA love of a lifetime . . .
Leaving Belmont Clarkson is the hardest thing Sage Alexander has ever done. From the moment they met, she knew Belmont was the one, and getting up close and personal with him on his family's epic road trip has taken her desire to a new, even hotter level. But there's no way she can go there---not without revealing secrets that could devastate them both.
Losing Sage is not an option. Belmont's heart is hers, has always been hers. He knows she's hiding something from him, but nothing will stand in his way of telling her just how much she means to him. Finding her is easy---saving her from her past could cost him everything.
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TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK excerpt:
“You don’t have to leave right away,” Sage said when Belmont turned, watching her from beneath his eyebrows. “Can you wait here while I take a quick shower?”Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. His big back heaved and the touch of his tongue in her mouth came crashing in like a behemoth wave. They had crossed an unspoken boundary on the train platform. There was no going back to before, to when they stopped at rough, crushing embraces. As if that hadn’t been…more than sexual somehow.“Yes, I’ll wait,” he said, his voice sounding like serrated metal. “I can light the fire for you.”I’ll say. God, why did everything sound like an innuendo now? If her body weren’t flush and sweating beneath the jumpsuit, she would have laughed about it. But there was nothing funny about having Belmont looming mere yards away, looking like one word of encouragement would snap his chain and send him barreling toward her. “That would be perfect. I’ll just be…a few minutes.”Sage all but dove into the itty-bitty bathroom, pressing her back up against the door and willing her racing heart to calm down. Why had she asked him to stay? Her resolve would weaken with every passing second. Biting down on her lower lip, she began the excruciating task of lowering the zipper of her jumpsuit, which kicked up a protest in her triceps and shoulder muscles. When she finally got it down, she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and attempted to lift it over her head.Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. They flat out wouldn’t rise any higher than her ribs, leaving the T-shirt suspended in midair. Her muscles burned like someone had doused them in lighter fluid and held them above a flame. Sage’s agony must have escaped in the form of a whimper, because Belmont’s boots scraped just outside the door. And her stomach hollowed with awareness, lightning racing all over her skin.“Sage.” His voice was deep, urgent. “Do you need help?”No. Say no. She’d only gotten finished reminding him she didn’t need him. But in this case, it would be a lie and she’d done so much of that lately. With Belmont. The most truthful person she knew. “I can’t get my shirt off.” Her nose started to ache, the tip probably turning red. “My arms hurt.”His growl was short and broken. A beat passed before the door opened and she felt Belmont filling the doorway behind her. She flicked a glance up to the ancient mirror and confirmed what she’d seen in her mind’s eyes. Belmont towering over her like an avenging angel, outlined by candlelight. He’d taken off his coat, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt, which he’d rolled up to the elbows. Every inch of visible skin was shot through with strained cords of muscle, as if his frustration were written on him like a road map.Sage still had the shirt halfway lifted, so her lower back was visible. Not a big deal to most people. But Belmont had never seen anything below her neck. Or above her knees. With the jumpsuit peeled halfway down, the band of her underwear might even be peeking out.Breathing grew difficult as Belmont took one step closer and took hold of the T-shirt, his knuckles grazing the small of her back. “You’re wearing”—his breath ghosted down her neck—“my shirt.”Sage only realized she’d closed her eyes when they popped open. Oh God. In the shock of Belmont arriving, she’d forgotten. “I am?” Her mouth was parched. “L-look at that.”“I am looking.” She jumped when Belmont reached over her shoulder with his left hand and turned on the shower, the sound of spray filling the room. Then the roughness of his knuckles returned, sliding up her spine along with the shirt. “I like knowing there was a layer of me standing between you and the earth.”Her legs took on the consistency of Jell-O. His touch was a drug, making her languid, although it was different than the way he usually touched her. There was sex this time. So much of it. And it was that major difference that allowed Sage to accept the skimming of his fingers. Accept the part of herself that lusted. They were in a dark room and time had surely suspended anywhere outside this little plot of square footage. Words ached to leave her mouth, words that wouldn’t be suitable in the sunlight. This man, so warm and brave and large at her back, knew things about her no one else did. What was one more secret? “I stole it out of your suitcase. I broke a commandment and everything.”“Why?” He breathed into her hair, sinking heat like an anchor in her belly. The shirt came off, her arms dropped to her sides, and she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up. Inches from Belmont. “Why, sweetest girl?”A light steam had begun curling in the air like beckoning fingers. Maybe this is a dream. It felt like one of the fevered fantasies she woke from on occasion, sweat slicking her breasts and neck. “Because I like the way you smell and it hadn’t been washed.”His exhale was gravelly. “Sage.”“Yes.”She thought he might not respond, but finally he asked a question that made her nipples turn to hard points. “Can you manage”—a long, windy inhale—“the bra?”Sage tried. She really, truly did. Her arms felt as though they might break off and hit the floor, but she reached back until her muscles locked up, refusing to move farther. But Belmont was already there, pushing them back down, holding them at her hips.“Jesus. Please, stop. I can’t watch it.” His touch disappeared only for a second and then the cotton material of the bra tightened over her breasts. She could feel him working the back clasp with fingers she knew so well. They’d tunneled through her hair so many times, twisted in her clothing, but had never, ever, touched her with any kind of…intent. Intent to seduce. And that’s what he was doing, intentional or not. The inhibitions she’d held close forever, circled the drain, along with the shower water. “Your back is so beautiful.” A ghost of a fingertip traced down her spine. “But I need to leave before I—”“What?”“Before I turn you around.” They weren’t touching, but she could sense the shudder that ran through him. “Or look in that mirror.”Right or wrong, the mine, their codependency aside, Sage knew if she let him leave just then, she would regret it for all time. Her body had been woken up. By one man. He’d kept her on the razor’s edge for thousands of miles, surrounding her with his power and taking it away. Over and over. And this fever wrapping around them in the tiny bathroom was completely different from easing his anxiety. Finally, she felt like a woman standing in front of him, instead of a calming device. This was mutual and alive and she couldn’t stand it to end. Tomorrow might be a different story, but this moment was the culmination of a thousand dreams and she could no more deny herself than she could forget his face.“Belmont, do you think of the kiss?”“I never stop,” he groaned into her hair. “Never.”
She took a deep breath for courage. “Will you shower with me?”
Everything about this series has been worth the read!! If you have read the first 3 books...pick them up. I've been a fan of this series since it began and was waiting on this one. I've always wanted this story and I had to wait til the fourth book but it was worth it. Sage is a complex female character and I liked it. She wasn't simpering or whining about things, but she was flawed and strong. It takes a strong guy to rope that in. I think the author wrote Belmont really well with that. Overall, it gelled with the rest of the series and it wasn't out of place. If you're a fan and have kept up with the series - you'll want to read this book.
THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES TOO HOT TO HANDLE, #1TOO WILD TO TAME, #2TOO HARD TO FORGET, #3TOO CLOSE TO CALL, #3.5TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BREAK, #4Series Page on Goodreads
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGoodreads FOLLOW FOREVER ONLINE WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramPinterest GIVEAWAY
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Title: Noble's SongAuthor: Vicki GreenGenre: Contemporary...
Title: Noble's SongAuthor: Vicki GreenGenre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: September 25, 2017
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A song can tell a thousand stories
And break a million hearts
When you have next to nothing, it’s easier to be appreciative of what little you do have.
Noble Lewis grew up with meager means yet her heart couldn’t be purer. The day she lost her mama was the day she set out on her own, leaving behind the only place she’d ever known to find her place in the vast world.
Her mama always told her to follow her heart, let it guide her. Her gentle and selfless nature is the one thing that her mama gave her but is she really prepared for what lies ahead?
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“You see, Noble – I’m bad news around here. You deserve to be with someone who’s in better regard in town. Someone you can be proud to be with.”Reaching up, I cup his handsome face. “Don’t you see you’re better than what you think you are? No one’s perfect, Merrick. Lots of people have hard lives. You’ve been nothing but kind and caring to me. And your mama? You’ve just told me you’ll do anything for her and you have.” I smile and rub my thumb across his cheek. “I am proud of you, Merrick.” His eyes stare into mine and my breath hitches at the intensity. Slowly, he moves toward me, his hand taking my arm. “I’m gonna kiss you now if that’s okay.” I swallow hard and barely nod when his lips press against mine. I’ve never had a boy – or a man – kiss me before. It’s not like kissing Mama at all. It lingers. Makes shivers run through me. My lips tingle. It’s…. beautiful. It’s not as long as I’d like, left me wanting more, but he pulls back slightly and presses his forehead against mine. My eyes remain closed, and I still feel those tingles on my lips. “That was the most perfect kiss,” I whisper.
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Best selling Author of Romance and Romance Suspense, Vicki lives in Kansas with her husband and two boys as well as their 3 dogs that rule their house. She loves spending time with her family and furbabies as well as reading.
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Today we have the blog tour for Macon by Marie James! Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: MaconAuthor: Marie JamesGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout Macon: Tossing a middle finger to Macon, Georgia as I made my way to Nashville was always the dream. Sing country music, go on tour, top the charts—with my popularity growing every day, I was on my way. But then a gust of wind blew up your skirt, and those white cotton panties had me hooked. I didn’t know your name, and you turned down every attempt I tried to throw your way. But I knew you were different, even though you told me I was the same. “Friends” is what you offered, and I played by your rules, but, Adelaide Hatfield, you have to know, from that day, it was only you. I just hope I can make you see how much you mean to me before we both drown in the sorrow of what heartbreak can truly be. Get Your Copy Today!
This was a hard review to write. I liked this book...I might have even liked it a lot - the writing was done probably better than most. So, what's the problem? The characters drove me crazy!! I like some drama in my books and I like some running in them too, but when that's all you're doing is pushing each other away through 65 percent of the book or more...I'm getting serious motion sickness. I didn't know if they were staying or going. Now, that's not to say it wasn't a good book because it was, but if you're a little ADD...after awhile you'll skim through. I admit I speed read and sometimes I did that in this book because I was like "quit pushing each other away already!!" If you love the angst, drama and romance, then you'll love this.
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?
In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, seventeen-year-old Jennifer Thomas disappears without a trace.
The second girl in nine years.
Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, stuffed in a well beside the creek that feeds the town's water supply.
The killer was never found.
As the small town mobilizes and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?
For Jennifer's friend Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer's disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.
CASSIEThe center of town is teeming with reporters when we arrive. The mood is somber, self-conscious, even. Can an entire town be collectively self-conscious? They’re shy, that’s for sure. We don’t get a whole lot of visitors in Gun Creek. Certainly not ones who stick microphones in your face and blast you with questions while you’re still half-asleep.Damon parks the patrol car right across the front doors of the police station, his face drawn and tense. It must be a fucking nightmare, being in charge of an entire town like this. Especially when something like this happens.I can only imagine how bad things are going to get at home if they don’t find this girl soon.“These people are fu**ing vultures,” he mutters, and I make a noise signaling my agreement. He gets out, opening my door for me.I muster up a plastic smile as Damon holds out my purse, the strap dangling on his outstretched finger.“Thanks,” I say, taking the bag and slinging it over my shoulder. I put my oversized dollar-store sunglasses on my face, the day already too bright for me to bear.“You okay?” Damon asks.“Always,” I reply, walking away from him before he can say anything else. I should ask him if he’s okay, but that would mean pretending that I care.I have something important that I need, something immediate.I’m an asshole because I know I should care about the fact that a girl I’ve grown up with is missing, but I have more pressing personal matters.I need to take care of myself, first. I head for the diner, fifty feet away, already late for my shift. I push past reporters, hanging eagerly at the doors they’re forbidden to cross. They have to hover outside in the snow for their pound of flesh, their soundbites, their newsworthy quotes from Jennifer’s distraught friends and family. I see Casey Mulligan, a girl I went to school with, twirling a strand of long blonde hair around her finger as she musters up a couple of fat tears for a news camera, and it strikes me, just like last time, that the people who get the most attention in this world are the ones who least deserve it.Still, I’m glad it’s not me. Last thing I want is a camera in my face. I slip by, unassisted, unseen, an invisible girl with a hollow spot inside me. I notice the crates of milk that get delivered to Dana’s every morning are still stacked out front and I grab one as I approach, throwing my purse on top and bracing my stomach muscles to carry the thirty-odd pounds worth of liquid weight. One of our regulars holds the door open for me and I smile in thanks, lugging the milk crate through the diner and toward the cold storage out back.I’m making my way down the main entrance, past rows of tables and customers talking feverishly about Jennifer, my arms full of milk bottles when it happens.I see him. Him.I stop.My arms stop functioning. I drop everything; the milk crate, my purse, my practiced neutral expression. The purse wafts to the floor, the milk bottles hurtle down with an unceremonious crash, and blue plastic lids burst off and go skittering in every direction.I sink to my knees, in shock. People are looking at me, but I don’t pay attention to them. I’m too busy fixated on the green-eyed ghost standing in front of me. The splinters in my knees sting like fire-ant bites, and I curl my legs to the side, coming to a sitting position.“Shit!” Leo says, dropping his backpack to the ground and crouching in front of me. “Cass. Cassie. Are you okay?”My entire body is alight, little pinpricks along my skin that make me dizzy. The feeling spreads like wildfire, across my chest and through my limbs until I’m overwhelmed and frozen on the spot, sitting on my ass in the middle of the diner, voices and whispers all around.I watch in fascination as milk spreads in a puddle in front of me, like spilled blood. It rushes at me like a miniature tsunami as a painful buzz begins in my head.“You’re gonna pass out,” Leo says, his words sounding far away as he reaches out a hand to help me up. “Jesus, Cassie, you’re white as a sheet.”I hold my hand out, the conviction in my reach laughable, and it’s like that moment of electricity that people talk about. I can feel it build in my fingertips, that arc of some invisible thing that wants to join with his invisible thing, but then a hand wraps around my wrist and yanks my arm away before I can make contact with the boy — no, with the man — I thought was still in prison.“Did he hurt you?” Damon’s voice in my ear breaks my dream-like state. I open my mouth to say something and decide against it, swallowing air instead. I shake my head.“How’d you get on the ground?” Damon asks, shaking me a little.“She fell down,” Leo says, his arm no longer outstretched. He takes a step away from me, and Jesus, it hurts. He looks anguished. “She dropped the milk and she fell down.” I can’t stop looking at him. I can’t bear to look at him.The milk has reached me. It seeps across my right knee, curled underneath me; the backs of my thighs, my palms. It’s ice cold, and I can feel myself shaking.Damon is crouched next to me, his hand on my cheek, diverting my attention to him. “Are you all right, Cassie?” he asks, helping me to my feet, his tone gathering more urgency with each question I don’t answer. Amanda is picking up the milk bottles beside us, piling them high in her arms as I continue to stare at Leo. He’s… different. He has tattoos now. He looks exactly the same but entirely reconstructed. He’s eight years older, I realize. A third of his life, gone. A third of mine. It feels like it’s been forever. It feels like it’s been no time at all.Deputy Chris appears, looking between me and Leo with uncertainty. Why didn’t anyone tell me? How the hell did Leo just materialize from thin air in the Grill?“Cassie,” Damon snaps, and I know he means business.I nod. “I’m fine. I’m okay.” I think of where I was going before I saw fu**ing Leo. Pills. Purge. “I need a minute.”“I’ll take you home,” Damon says, his hand on the small of my back as he starts to guide me toward the front doors. I panic, pushing him away.“You have a missing girl to find,” I say quickly. “I’m fine, really. I just need some aspirin.” And a fu**ing gun, so I can put myself out of my misery.“I’ll walk you there,” Damon says, ever the hero. If they only knew, I think to myself, as Amanda opens the staff room door and ushers us inside.“Give us a minute,” Damon says, giving Amanda a concerned look. She nods, closing the door and waiting out in the hallway as Damon closes the blinds and twists the lock on the door.“Didn’t think he’d have the balls to show his face in public,” Damon says, and that’s when I understand.I feel the blood drain from my cheeks as I realize. He knew. He knew Leo would be here today. I ask him with my eyes, searching, imploring. His expression tells me everything.“You could have warned me,” I whisper.His eyes narrow. “I considered it. Figured it was better you didn’t know in advance.” He pauses. “Didn’t expect you to fall to your knees in front of him.”“Fu** you,” I seethe.Damon’s jaw twitches. “I’m sorry,” he offers, almost as if he’s suggesting an apology rather than delivering one.I reach for the lock, twisting it and cracking the door open. The temporary quiet we’ve had is pierced by the excited noise of a diner who’s just witnessed the tragic reunion of two star-crossed lovers, or maybe they’re all just gossiping about the missing girl.“Jennifer,” I hiss at Damon. One word. It works. He shakes his head, his blue eyes fu**ing burning with anger, but he leaves.Holy shit. As soon as he’s gone, I close the door again. I don’t bother locking it — who’s going to find me in here? Leo’s long gone if he’s got any sense, and as much as I don’t care about anything, the thought of Amanda having to mop up the milk I spilled makes me so fu**ing guilty I can barely breathe.Pills. Purge. Yes.I go into the staff bathroom, a small tiled square off the main staff room, and start to throw up as soon as the door is closed. I don’t even need to stick my finger down my throat — I’m so full of adrenaline from seeing Leo, I just open my mouth and everything comes out. It’s the kind of vomit that gets in your nose and burns behind your eyes and makes you cry with the way it chokes you.When I’ve emptied my stomach and I stop gagging, I clean myself up, my head feeling like it might split in two. I’m so hot I think I might burst into flames. I take off my cardigan, my fingers clumsy and damp, and use it to wipe my face.Pills. Yes. I go back out to the staff room, seeking whatever pharmaceutical bliss I can rummage up from my staff locker. I didn’t switch the overhead lights on when I first came in, and the windowless cave is dim, the only illumination coming from the slightly ajar bathroom door and the fluorescent strips that line its ceiling.The staff room is empty. Except… it’s not.Leo. He’s here. Somehow, the only person here with me is the one person I shouldn’t be anywhere near.He looks at me with eyes that have seen violence since I last gazed into them. I know because I recognize the hardness inside his soul; it matches mine.My face is a blank canvas, but inside I’m screaming.Not with fear. With longing. And shame. I want the boy who destroyed everything to pick me up and take me into the bathroom and put his hands all over me. I want him to erase every trace of the last decade. Under my shirt, my nipples stiffen, and shame pools in my belly.I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near this boy after what he did, but I do.“I’m sorry,” Leo says. His voice. Oh, God. I don’t remember his voice being that fu**ing beautiful. It’s deep and full and if it were a food, it’d be honey. He’s not a boy anymore. He’s a man now. A stranger.His face falls as he gestures to my stomach, concerned. “You have blood on your shirt,” he says, pointing from a safe distance. “Did you cut yourself when you fell?” He looks remorseful. Like he thinks the blood on my shirt is his fault.My heart sinks. I shake my head tightly, tears springing to my eyes.“Not my blood,” I say, my voice coming out like a squeak. Leo looks confused.“The dog,” I stammer. “Rox. She — she—”“I saw her yesterday,” Leo says, his eyes wide as he looks from my eyes to the blood on my shirt. I didn’t even realize it was there. I’d been wearing my sweater until I took it off just now.“She’s dead,” I say. “I’m sorry.”Leo takes a step back. Something passes over his face, a darkness, a fleeting suspicion. “How?” he asks.I don’t know how to answer that. So I don’t. I push past him and start walking to the kitchen, as fast as I can, because I don’t have an answer for him. My shoulder burns from where I grazed his arm on the way out of the staff room. He might have ruined my life, destroyed my family, taken my future in one careless night — but Leo Bentley still makes me burn like hellfire.
Lili writes dark, delicious romance full of love, lust and revenge. Her USA Today Bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the young woman who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a trilogy that explores the beginnings of the club, published through HarperCollins.
Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, excellent coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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September 24, 2017
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From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes the next sexy, standalone novel in the Heartbreaker Bay series... Don’t miss the amazing excerpt and giveaway below, and order your copy today!
About CHASING CHRISTMAS EVE:Meet cute...Run for the hills—temporarily. That’s Colbie Albright’s plan when she flees New York for San Francisco. Wrangling her crazy family by day and writing a bestselling YA fantasy series by night has taken its toll. In short, Colbie’s so over it that she’s under it. She’s also under the waters of a historic San Francisco fountain within an hour of arrival. Fortunately, the guy who fishes Colbie out has her looking forward to Christmas among strangers. But she’s pretty sure Spencer Baldwin won’t be a stranger for long.Make merry...Spence’s commitment to hiding from the Ghosts of Relationships Past means he doesn’t have to worry about the powerful—okay, crazy hot—chemistry he’s got with Colbie. Just because she can laugh at anything, especially herself... just because she’s gorgeous and a great listener…just because she “gets” Spencer immediately doesn’t mean he won’t be able to let Colbie go. Does it?…and hope for a miracle.Now the clock’s ticking for Colbie and Spence: Two weeks to cut loose. Two weeks to fall hard. Two weeks to figure out how to make this Christmas last a lifetime
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The Heartbreaker Bay Series is probably the one click series for me that I don't think about. Every book grows better and better. There's always a storyline and it's never repeated. The stories don't get old, they're fresh, and the language and sex isn't over the top. It probably makes it my top ten favorite of the year.
This book focuses on Colbie and Spence, with each chapter starting you off with a cute hashtag #h-e-doublehockeysticks...which to me, was a great way to start a chapter. Each chapter has a dual POV. I really loved Colbie, she's one of those female lead characters that you empathize with - I totally got her. Spence was the exact same and this is a couple that you're rooting for the entire book. I love seeing couples from the past and I hope to see a couple in the future!! Again, this was another great addition in the series and if you're a fan...worth picking up!
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Add to your Goodreads EXCERPT:Spence drew in a deep, shuddering breath that wasn’t much steadier than hers and pulled off his now crooked glasses. “Hang on a second.” He tossed them aside. “I need to check on something.”
“What?” she asked warily.
Once again he slowly drew her in, his eyes heated and focused on hers, infusing her with some of his calm. “I want to see if this is how it’s going to be.”
“How what’s going to be?” she whispered.
“This.”
His kiss started out just as slow and thoughtful as the first, all careful control. But when his tongue touched hers, control flew straight out the window.
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September 23, 2017
Title: Stupid LoveAuthor: Kirsty DallasGenre: Comedy Roma...
Title: Stupid LoveAuthor: Kirsty DallasGenre: Comedy RomanceRelease Date: September 23, 2017
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Cocktails…tickWing-woman …tickSunny beach and hot cabana boy…tickOne pissed off father who just happens to be the God of Love…ahhh, dang it.Phoibe Cupid (aka Bee aka Hedone) is in the business of love…and she hates it. Stuck in a dead end job with no reprieve in sight, she and her trusty BFF, Mac (aka Mac the blood thirsty aka Mac the formidable), travel the mortal realm leaving a trail of chaos and lusty humans in their wake. Life’s good, right up until that moment her daddy grounds her ass and shoots her with her own damn arrow. Now she’s nothing but a frisky horn-dog who has it bad for her potential soul mate and to make matters worse, he doesn’t feel the same way.
The best way to learn about love is to fall into it, kicking and screaming.
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Kirsty Dallas is the Best Selling and Award Winning Author of the comedy romance novel, Decker's Wood and the highly acclaimed Mercy's Angels Series. She has also written stand alone novels, Breeze Of Life, Violet Addiction and the dystopian fiction, When Nothing Is All You've Got, which has been nominated for an award at Readers Favorite. She is also a screenwriter who most recently embarked on a joint project with Director and screenwriter, Chris Sun. As co-writer and script editor on the film Boar, this highly anticipated horror has been signed to Universal Pictures Australia in 2017. While she adores writing, and cannot imagine a world without words, she also loves passing on the knowledge she has accumulated over the years to those just starting out. So feel free to reach out to her at any time.
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Title: Heart of a CowboySeries: Elk Heights Ranch #1Autho...
Title: Heart of a Cowboy
Series: Elk Heights Ranch #1Author: Kristin Vayden
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp Genre: Western Romance
Cover Design: Cora BignardiRelease Date: December 19, 2017
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A stubborn cowboy has sworn never to forgive or forget—but one special woman may find a way to change his mind . . .
Hospice nurse Laken Garlington helps people face the end with peace and dignity, surrounded by their loved ones. But the son of her new patient didn’t come home to reunite with his dad. So why is Cyler Myer back in horse country? It’s clear the sexy, six-three hunk with the steely eyes has a score to settle, and Laken doesn’t plan on being collateral damage . . . no matter how irresistible she finds the prodigal cowboy.
Dying is too good for the father Cyler will never forgive—not in this lifetime.
Showing up at his family’s Washington State ranch is the first step in his plan. But revenge takes a back seat to desire when Cyler meets a bossy beauty who arouses feelings he isn’t ready to face. As they work together to save an ailing mare, Cyler realizes he must decide where his true destiny lies. With darkness . . . or with the woman who offers the promise of redemption with every kiss.
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Kristin's inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! Life is full—of blessings and adventure! Needless to say she’s a big fan of coffee and wine…and living in Washington she’s within walking distance of both!
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