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Jami Davenport - Bottom of the Ninth

Bottom of the Ninth: Seattle Skookums Baseball (Game On in Seattle 6)This long-awaited story of the third Wolfe brother introduces the Seattle Skookums baseball team.Zeke Wolfe, the man who’s written off his entire family, rescues a young woman and three children on a stormy Seattle night. Before he knows it, he has an instant family and a fake fiancé he’s certain he doesn’t want.Paisley Madison dreams of having a real home for herself and her sister's children. When a handsome baseball player drops into her life, she knows a gift when she sees one and hires herself as his assistant.As their business arrangement turns into something much more personal, Paisley and Zeke's pasts threaten to destroy their precarious hold on a future together. Can they conquer their demons and find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?



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DC Renee - the Beauty beneath

IT'S LIVE!!!


Ugly. Freak. Fatty.  I had been called those things and more for as long as I could remember.  I didn’t mind it, though, because to the outside world, those words described me perfectly.  But it was all a charade, a façade to keep people away.  Never let anyone get too close.  It had worked for twelve years of my life, ever since I caused my father’s death.
And then Carter Anderson pushed his way into my world.  Gorgeous, of course, charming, naturally, and cocky, a given—he called himself my friend and broke through every one of my carefully constructed walls.
Cue the “happily ever after,” right?  Wrong.
This isn’t some fairy tale where the ugly duckling turns into a beautiful swan, and once the beauty beneath is revealed, all is right in the world.  This is real life.  When things seem too good to be true, it’s because they usually are.  And when people say your past will come back to bite you, they mean it.  And trust me, it does.
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DC Renee has been writing all her life, from cheesy poems in elementary school (i'll share an example just so you know how cheesy: Flowers are my favorite thing; they usually bloom during spring. Pink, blue, yellow and green, so many colors that I have seen...etc.) to short stories and monologues, and eventually fan fictions for Days of Our Lives.

It was thanks to that superbly encouraging fan fiction community that DC found the courage to publish her first book - Let Me Go. It held fast in the top 100 Best Selling Contemporary Romance Fiction Novels on Amazon for over a month, going as low as the top 20's. Naturally, she loves to read, but she also likes watching hockey, dancing for fun, and loves her family.
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Michelle Hughes - Early Release Day for 1/2 Cocked

Title: ½ Cocked 
Author: Michelle Hughes
Release Date: August 8, 2016Word Count:  45,334
Synopsis
Twenty-One-Year-Old College Student Becca Stewart has lived her life by the rules and never stepped over any lines.  For once in her life she wants to be the bad girl and enjoy what she’s missing out on.  She’s had a crush on the star quarterback at her university and decides to tell him how she feels.  He’s all in for a night of wild sex until she confesses to being a virgin.  Telling her he’d love to give her what she wants if she wasn’t innocent, she decides to fight for him.
Hiring a gigolo isn’t something Becca ever thought she’d do, but having Bryce is worth it.  Taking the small nest egg her grandmother left her she hires Colton Dillard and flies out to Las Vegas to get the experience she needs.  Colton owns a company that pleasures women for profit, but he’s not exactly who he claims to be!  Six foot four inches of pure sensuality, he’s every woman’s dream and just the man to teach her the ways of unadulterated sex.

One trip to Sin City will change Becca’s life forever.  Being seduced by a stranger paid to give her all the pleasure she’s ever craved might do more than wake up her hidden passion.  It’s one whirlwind ride of ecstasy, temptation, and discovering that sometimes you don’t know what you really want until it sweeps you off your feet!









Thanks so much for joining me in the 1/2 Cocked Debut!  I'm the mom of five incredible kids, and grandmother to one!  1/2 Cocked is my 28th book release, and it still feels like the first time every time I send a new book baby out into the world.  I started in writing in 2008 after being laid off from my job as a Respiratory Therapist.  Prior to that, I was a singer/songwriter, touring the USA with my own satellite talent showcase.  Entertainment has always in my blood, and after having kids I wanted to share my love of performing, but remain home to raise my family.  Becoming an author gave me the opportunity to do both.  I hope you enjoy 1/2 Cocked and I'd love to have you join me on social media!    













This book was originally scheduled to release on September 1,2016, but I was so impatient for you to read it that I couldn't wait!  There will still be a blitz tour going on for that date, but the book is available on Amazon today, and will release on all other sites August 10th!  I know it's impulsive, but I'm a writer!




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A Moment of Truth - Q.T. Ruby

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She's out of her rut, out of her sweatpants, and out on the town.Claire Parelli has been liberated!Back to living it up in the Big Apple with her best friends, Claire embarks upon her dream career during the day, and steams up her nights with Daniel Chase, a.k.a. Mr. Beautiful, Hollywood's hottest leading man. Life is simply perfect.But for how long?Claire knows all too well that fairy tales just don't exist, even if she does have Fairy Slutmothers on her side. Real-life comes with real problems that don't simply vanish with a quick flick of the wand. So this time around Claire discovers that it isn't just a matter of trust—it'll be a moment of truth.













Before we leave for my parents’ house in Dan’s rental car, a tumbleweed rolls by . . . actually, no, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one did. Seems rather fitting. Instead, Dan insists we stop at a flower stand a few blocks from my apartment. I can only hope my mother appreciates his thoughtfulness.An hour or so later, Dan and I pull up to my parents’ lovely home—a large, white colonial style house, on a quiet street in a quiet New England town. For many, this would be a dream home, and it was that for me as a child . . . until I realized I was attached by strings—long, intrusive strings that have been painful to cut. “Everyone’s already here,” I say, groaning on the inside at the sight of my brothers’ cars as we get out of the car.Dan grabs my hand and kisses it. “Deep breath.” He breathes with me. “It’s going to be fine.”I grimace. “Hope so.” We walk to the door. I’m holding the birthday gift for my niece, and Dan’s got the stunning bouquet of pink and purple flowers he bought. I’m just about to turn the knob when the door swings open.“Hi, Claire! Happy birthday!” Lindsay says, looking right past me at Dan. Lindsay, my tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, sister-in-law holds her hand out to Dan. Her eyes widen measurably. “Oh my God, you’re Daniel Chase.” She pauses and blinks. “Um, I’m Lindsay, Claire’s sister-in-law. Your mom said ‘Dan’ was coming, but did not clarify that with ‘Daniel Chase.’ Oh Jesus.”


































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Xavier Neal - free form

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For June Bailey, life is all about meeting outlandish requests for her billionaire boss which includes keeping an eye on the woman's artsy, nomad nephew, Tucker Frost. June highly underestimates how difficult spending time with Tucker will be. Between his good looks, irresistible charm, and a way of helping her see the beauty beyond her check-list life style, she begins to lose herself in more than just his artwork. However, when the time comes for the wanderer to drift away once more, will their love be forced to comply with traditional goodbyes or will it be allowed to exist in freeform?




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Xavier Neal is an up and coming Author and Blogger. She lives in Texas where she spends her time getting lost in writing and reading. She loves Tex-mex, fandoms, and laughing. Feel free to spend her a message any time!

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Romanian Mob Chronicles - Kaye Blue

 




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ROMANIAN MOB CHRONICLES BOX SET BOOKS 1-3When a mobster decides he wants you, you’d better be ready…For his rough demands.His dark passion.And possessiveness that accepts no compromise…

KEEPHER:I thought the only thing I feared was living another day in the hell my life had become. But when I looked at his hulking, tattooed body, the icy brutality in his eyes, I realized I was wrong.HIM:Familie. My clan.I’d fight for it, kill for it, die for it. It’s all that matters to me. But her innocence, only barely hidden by thick layers of makeup, the curves that her tight dress can’t hide, calls to me.So I’ve decided to keep her.No matter how deadly the consequences.



FALLHER:When my best friend fell in love with a mobster, I thought she’d lost her mind. Until I met his brother…HIM:Love is a lie, a fairy tale.In my world, all that matters is staying alive, protecting my clan. There’s no room for normal people. No room for people like her. Especially people like her. She’s pushy, nosy, talks way too much, but I can’t make myself stay away.But I have to. Because if I don’t, it might kill both of us.



AVENGEHER:I’ve infiltrated the Romanian mob.It’s dangerous, insane, but it’s the only way to get the justice I deserve, the vengeance I’ve dedicated my life to. So I’ve wormed my way in, gotten close enough to strike. Everything is going according to plan.Except him…HIM:I don’t trust her.She puts on a good face, playing the sweet, kindly nurse.I’m not convinced.But not trusting her hasn’t stopped me from wanting her.Because I do want her.Badly.Badly enough to ignore the voice in my head that screams at me to stay away.Badly enough that I’ll put my honor, my clan, and her life at risk.


And my gaze clashed with a brooding blue one, one I recognized instantly as Sorin’s teasing anger.My fear turned to rage in an instant, and I pushed at him, pushed again when he lifted a corner of his mouth and laughed.“Did I scare you, Esther?” he said, his rich, deep voice rolling through the room.I pushed him again, halfway considered slugging him, but I half worried that hitting the solid wall of his chest would just hurt my hand.He leaned against the door, smirking, his hand against my waist hot and heavy and the other still holding my wrist. “So quiet,” he said.I exhaled, swallowed and then swallowed again, trying to calm my pounding heart before I finally was able to speak. “Dammit, Sorin! What the hell is wrong with you?”“Vasile said you’d just left. I thought I’d make sure you got home,” he said, still smiling, something I’d seen more of in these last thirty seconds than I had during the months I’d known him. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if seeing me was the reason why, but I quickly pushed that aside. I glared at him, tried to pull my hand away, but he didn’t release me.“Come on, Esther, don’t be a bad sport,” he said, his voice dropping lower.“Ugh!” I said. I clenched my fists and stomped, unable to form words, which only made him laugh harder.I stomped again, not quite sure what to say, and not quite sure that I had the ability to say it.As I did, he watched me, and I was suddenly aware of his hand tightening against my waist, the scant inches that separated our bodies, noticed the way his gaze dropped to my breasts before lifting to my eyes.That heated look was just the spur I needed.“Why are you here, Sorin?” I whispered.Instead of responding he pushed away from the door, moving fast until I was pressed against the wall, Sorin looming over me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, the dark obscuring his features. It was unnerving, Sorin’s hands on me, his body nearly touching mine but his face unseen. I’d been this close to him before, that first day when he had tried to keep me out, but this felt different, more intimate, especially the way he stared down at me, imposing body over mine, face in shadow.“What are we going to do?” he asked.I scoffed. “What are you talking about? And why are you here?” I repeated.Even though I could hardly see his eyes, I turned away, unable to withstand the intensity that I felt in his gaze.“Look at me, Esther,” he said as he leaned forward, his voice soft and demanding. Undeniable.I lifted my gaze to his again, saw the heat in it.“I asked you a question. What are we going to do?”“D-do?” I stopped, swallowed hard. “Do about what?”“That’s disappointing,” he said, narrowing his eyes.“What?”“You’re playing coy. You didn’t strike me as the type.”“Sorin, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, impressed when I managed to sound believable because it was a big fat lie. Even before my mind had processed that it was Sorin who’d held me, my body had responded, the gathering dampness between my thighs testament to the fact.“So you don’t feel it, Esther?”“Feel what?” I asked, but in reality I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I most certainly felt it.Felt it in every inch of my body, which practically strained toward him, begging for his touch, felt in it in the butterflies that flitted around my stomach, in the pulse that beat in my chest. But what I didn’t feel was fear. Not anymore.“You’re a big part of my niece’s life, very important to my sister…”“She’s not your sister,” I said, voice soft, almost timid.“Close enough. We’re going to be spending time together, so we need to handle this,” he whispered as he leaned even closer, his breath fanning against my face, his lips centimeters from mine.“How would you suggest we do that?” I said.“I think I have an idea.”Again moving with lightning speed, he turned me so my face was pressed against the wall, his body against mine. Even through the layers of our clothes, I felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest, his solid, heavy thighs curved against mine, his hardness against my ass. I almost purred with pleasure, and just barely kept myself from pressing against him harder.He released his hold on my wrist, and without thought, I lifted my hand to the wall, my fingers curving as I tried to seek purchase. With the hand still on my hip, he pulled me back toward him, his cock grinding against me, his breath on my neck, raising goose bumps across my skin.“Is this your idea?” I choked out.“Part of it,” he said.Then he trailed his fingers across my hip and up to my waistband, the first touch of his rough fingertips against my skin making me exhale sharply. He stayed there for a moment, his thumb teasing my skin, and then he put his other hand on my waist, fingers meeting in the middle of my stomach, hot hands against me making me shiver.“This will help,” he said as he casually popped open my pants and slid down the zipper.






























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Broken Lion - Devon Hartford

 
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Bestselling author Devon Hartford brings you another scorching hot and scandalous standalone romance.
SOME SECRETS ARE TOO HARD TO KEEP
The night the EMTs rolled Lion Maxwell into my ER turned my life upside down.Although he was bloody and battered from defending his title as the WMAA’s reigning cruiserweight champion, his cocky grin lit up the room.And every cell in my body.Our fiery chemistry was off the charts.The ER staff sensed it.Lion’s entourage and his drooling groupies sensed it too.If the two of us had been alone, I might have done something entirely unprofessional and completely unethical right there in the exam room. But I was his attending physician. A sexual or romantic relationship with him was grounds for my termination or worse, revoking my medical license. I wouldn’t risk my career on a moment of passion. It didn’t stop that arrogant caveman from doing everything he could to get me into his hospital bed.After denying his advances for weeks, the last thing I expected were the wild nights he would be spending in my bed.It was supposed to be nothing more than a secret fling.I knew it couldn’t last.He was still my patient.What we were doing was wrong.If anyone found out, it could ruin my life.But we couldn’t let go.We were bound to each other on some primal level that consumed us.Sometimes love is tragic.Sometimes two people aren’t meant to be together.But sometimes, two people overcome all adversity and build a love that lasts forever.I knew deep in my heart that Lion Maxwell could be my happily ever after.As long as we kept our love a secret.I wish I’d known that some secrets are too hard to keep…










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Writing Virgin and Alpha Male Romance

Let's face it.  In a world where holding on to your virginity past senior year in high school is almost taboo, the virgin/alpha male scenario in or after college is almost obsolete in reality.  Maybe that's why I choose to write books that follow along this format.  That could definitely be it, but I also grew up reading Harlequin Romances.  You know those box sets you used to get four of in the mail every month?  Or am I showing my age?  I remember vividly as a young girl growing up, that excitement when my grandmother got her set in the mail.  I would wait until she was asleep and sneak one into my room, reading through the night.  Yes, I was a sneaky book reading child!

I fell in love with Cowboys, Sheiks, Prince's and Pirates!  They all swept their girl off her feet and rode off into the sunset, and all of those girls were virgins!  The reality of that happening may have been as unusual in the 80's as it is today, but boy did my heart beat a little faster reading about the scenarios.  I'll even admit to playing out sweet romance scenarios with my Barbie's.  I'm telling you that Barbie chick had a heck of a lot of first time experiences!

When I decided to turn to writing as a career, there was no doubt what type of books I planned on writing.  The female HAD to be a virgin, and the male?  No way he was anything other than Alpha!  These are the types of books I love to read (yes I'll review books with a romance topic that has a virgin and alpha male in them) so it made sense that this is what I'd write.  Those years of new adult college age days have long since passed me by, BUT by writing those scenarios I get to live through my young adult days forever.  Kind of hard to argue with that scenario. I like to say it keeps me young at heart.

I've tried to write books that move away from that scenario, but they don't fill my heart with enough passion to make it through to the end.  So what kind of books do you like to read?  I'm always curious what draws readers to their type of book.  I'd love to hear from you!Thanks for joining us at Tears of Crimson. Home to Bestselling Author Michelle Hughes,and all the Friends of Crimson!

Authors! Shoutlines Design is having an Amazing Sale!

I usually don't do promotional posts for businesses on my site, but this was one I felt needed to be shared. My favorite cover artist (and now manuscript formatting) is having a huge summer sale, and I can personally testify to the quality of her work.  To take advantage of this opportunity, or to look at more of her work, visit:  shoutlinesdesign.com

This is a limited time offer like the ad above states, and lasts from July 24th until July 31st.  1/2 Price for the image on your cover that will help sell your book!  Seriously,  it's a deal you don't want to pass up!  Here are the covers Shoutline has done for me!





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Carter - Brie Paisley

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Carter by Brie Paisley The Harlow Brothers Book #1


Photograph by Christopher Correia from CJC PhotographyCover model: BT UrruelaCover model: Jessie Reis Cover designer: Rebecca Pau from The Final Wrap


CarterShe was the one for me.The one that I knew would be mine forever until I made the biggest mistake. I pushed her away and I’ve regretted that decision ever since. I’ve tried to move on, tried to put the memory of her behind me, but she’s always consuming my thoughts. Now, she’s back in our hometown, trying to rebuild a new life. I know she’s keeping secrets. She tries to hide them from me, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that I’m the one she needs. Because Shelby Ross is the other part of me that I can’t live without and I refuse to let her go again.
ShelbyHe broke my heart.I never thought I would be able to pick of the pieces he left behind. When he let me go, I ran away from it all, thinking it was the easiest thing to do. But, running has a price and I’ve paid it in full for years. Now, I’m back where it all began, back to putting my life together and starting over. It should’ve been easy, but Carter Harlow is reawakening long buried emotions that I thought were gone. He wants to make me his again. I can’t let that happen. He ruined me, broke me, and I’m afraid I’ll never survive it a second time around.

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I don’t know what to say, so I just stare up at him. He smiles back at me, and slowly takes his hand off my face. I want to cry out at the loss of his warmth, but I know he needed to move away from me. I watch him as he walks back around the kitchen island, and swallow hard as he refuses to take his eyes off me. His gaze is intense, and I can’t stop the warm sensations that form in my stomach. I go to grab my necklace, but stop midway. Carter frowns then asks, “What is it?” I debate on whether, or not to tell him I still have his gift. Then again, maybe if he sees I’ve kept it all this time, he’ll know I never forgot what we had. I reach into my shirt and pull out my keepsake. I hold it in my hand for a moment, and stare at it before letting it drop. Carter sucks in a breath when he sees it. I watch him closely as a variety of emotions cross his face. Shock, disbelief, and when he looks in my eyes again, he looks at me adoringly. As if he’s seeing me again for the very first time, with such love in his eyes. “I know we didn’t end things on a good note, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. Every time I needed strength or a reminder of what I left behind, I would look at it, and just knowing I had a piece of you made things easier.” I’m surprised by my admission, but at the same time, it feels good to open up to someone again. It’s been so long since I felt like I could trust someone with how I really feel.
“I can’t believe you kept it after all this time.” He grins, shakes his head, and his eyes light up. “Do you remember what I said when I gave it to you?” Of course I remember. It’s committed to my memory, and it’s one that I used to think of often. “I do. Instead of me giving you a graduation present, you gave me this.” I glance down at my necklace, thinking back to that day. It was a happy day, and I was so proud of Carter for graduating, and getting accepted into Harvard Law. I wasn’t expecting a gift from him, but I remember being excited when he showed me what he bought. I blink, coming back to the present as I say, “As you put the necklace on me, you said it was to remind me how much you loved me. That no matter how far apart we were, it wouldn’t matter because our love for each other was strong.” I glance away from him, as I repeat his sweet words from a lifetime ago. “I remember you saying, that my necklace was your way of giving me your heart and that we’d always be able to find one another.” I look back at Carter, noticing he’s rubbing his chest. I want to ask him if he’s alright. But I don’t. I know that day meant so much to the both of us. I could see and feel how much he cared about me back then. Which made when he broke my heart that much more painful. He clears his throat before saying, “I’m glad you kept it, and it’s brought you good memories when you needed them.” I suddenly feel shy, and a bit out of place. The emotions running through me scare the shit out of me, and the room feels as though it’s closing in. Reliving the past then the emotions running through me now … it’s too intense. I look away from him and place my necklace back in my shirt. I get off the stool and say, “I think I should head back to Annie and William’s. I’m sure they’re worried where I am.” I don’t look at Carter. I don’t want to see the hurt in his eyes because he’ll know what I’m doing. I hate that I can’t seem to stay around him, but the wave of all the past emotions and the present ones colliding is overwhelming. I have to get away from it. “Yeah, okay. I can drive you there since it’s on my way.” I nod and head back to his room to grab my shoes. I remind myself to breathe and stop over thinking everything. It’s stupid of me to act this way, but going for so long without feeling any of this … it’s frightening.






Brie Paisley is a small town gal from Mississippi. She always wanted to write at a young age and was always filling journals with her thoughts and short stories. Brie started with the idea of Worshipped a year ago and with the encouragement of her husband and sister in law, she was able to write her first book. When she is not writing, you can find her reading a good book, painting, scrapbooking, or watching a good movie with her husband and her boxer.

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