Friday, March 31, 2017

Cover Reveal for REAL DIRTY DUET by Meghan March!



The Real Dirty Duet is coming in May!

TWO new books for you in May! Country music's bad boy, Boone Thrasher, takes center stage in a brand new Real Dirty Duet. This duet is a spin-off from the Dirty series, but can be read completely as a standalone. 
Here are the details: 
Real Dirty
Releasing May 9
I have everything a guy could want—a new single burning up the charts, more money than a simple country boy could spend, and a woman I’m planning to marry. 
Until she doesn’t show up for my proposal. 
The life I thought was so perfect, isn’t. 
The guy who thought he had everything, doesn’t. 
I’ve got my heart on lockdown, but life sends me straight into the path of a mouthy bartender who puts me in my place. 
Now the only place I want to put her is under me.
I thought I was done with love, but maybe I’m just getting started.
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Real Sexy
Releasing May 23
In Nashville, country stars are a dime a dozen. 
I swore I’d never get caught up with one, but Boone Thrasher made a liar out of me. 
I said I’d never put my heart on the line, but he didn’t ask before he stole it. 
Now we’re facing my worst fears, and we'll see if this country boy is tough enough to see it through.
Girls like me don’t get happily ever afters… but maybe he’ll prove that wrong too.
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Cover Reveal for HOW WE FALL by Melissa Toppen!



It’s not always about how we fall- it’s about where we end up once we land.
I remember the very first time I laid eyes on Cole Lincoln. It still feels like yesterday when he stumbled into my life with his messy brown hair and dark eyes. Even though I was only ten years old at the time, I knew right then and there that he was going to change everything.
From that point on Cole and I were always together—inseparable—and I naively believed we’d be best friends forever. But forever didn’t last nearly as long as I expected.
We grew up and grew apart, life driving the distance between us, but my love for Cole never faltered. Even long after he moved away, leaving me and our little town behind, I still carried a piece of him with me every single day. Because Cole wasn’t just my childhood best friend- the boy who knew me better than anyone else in the whole world. He was also my first love- a part of my very core.
When a tragic death brings us face to face again after six years, every single memory comes rushing to the surface. Only this is not the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. The man before me is hardened, intimidating, and so damn sexy I practically melt when those dark eyes meet mine for the first time in six years.
And like the first time he walked into my life, I know with complete certainty that everything is about to change.
How We Fall is a STANDALONE Contemporary Romance.

Releasing on April 21st!

Ardent Prose Hosted Blog Tour of HIS ALONE by Alexa Riley!


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Ryan Justice may be her boss, but nothing will stop him from making her his. USA TODAY and #1 ebook bestselling author Alexa Riley entices with a brand-new, full-length novel.

She thinks I'm perfect. A good boss, a good man. She thinks that I play by the rules.

She has no idea who I truly am. Why I'm really here.

Paige Turner is trying to outrun her past, but there it is, tossed back in her face anytime she manages to get two steps ahead.

She has no idea what a man like me will do to get what he wants.

Her need for Ryan got in the way of revenge, took her off course. Redirected her focus. Before she knew it, he'd made his way into her life. Into her heart.

I'm dirtier than she knows. She thinks I'm good to the core, but she doesn't know the things I've done. The things I would do for her.

True love doesn't let secrets as big as these stay buried. And when the truth about Paige's father is finally exposed, Ryan will do anything to fix everything. Paige has always been his and his alone.



He takes his lips away from my neck, and I see a flash of his deep green eyes filled with desire before he claims my mouth with his. His tongue pushes past my lips in a searing kiss. His normally controlled body shakes slightly and I can feel him fighting to control himself, wanting to pull back from me. Wanting to pull back from where we are going.

“Don’t fight it,” I whisper against his lips as he starts to do so. “I like it when you let go. Let the perfect gentleman you always try to be slip away for me. I like this dirty, deeper part of you that comes out to play with me. I like that I make it come out.”

“I promise he only comes out for you, kitten.”

“Show me. I need this,” I plead, looking up at him. I want him to snap, make the world melt away for me.

He captures my wrists in one strong hand. His mouth comes back down on mine, and I moan into his mouth, letting him take me and push me further into the soft bed. Something about him makes me want to let go, to not think about anything but getting lost in him. So I do. I drop my legs from around him and let them fall open farther, giving him the invitation to do whatever he wants with me.

His hand moves under my T-shirt and up my thigh. It trails up slower than I’d like, the torture bittersweet as I rock against him, wanting more. Wanting his hand between my legs. He growls into my mouth, deepening the kiss as his tongue makes love to mine. There’s still a restrained need in his body, and I want him to unleash all of it on me.

He pulls away abruptly, and I try to sit up, needing his mouth. I have to have it back on mine. I don’t care if I need oxygen. I want to keep kissing him forever. I want to stay in this moment forever.

“I want to feel all of you.” I yank at my hands, and he reluctantly frees me. I wrap them around his neck, pulling him back to me and taking another kiss. He claims my mouth, and I’ve never been so taken. After we’re both breathless, he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine.


“Kitten.” He says my name like a prayer, with so many emotions in his voice. I can see him fighting himself, and I want to make him snap. Why do I love pushing him so much?

I drop my hand from around his neck and go to the buckle of his pants. I fumble with his belt, pulling it free. I go to fling it across the room, but he snatches it from me.

“Hands on the headboard,” he growls, his tone catching me off guard. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll do as I tell you.”

His words send a thrill through me, all the way down to my toes, and I swear I can feel them tingle. My dirty Captain is coming back out to play. I slowly raise my hands to the headboard. I wrap my fingers around the metal bar and do as he says.

He flashes a predatory smile as he wraps the belt around my wrists and through the bars. My heart pounds in my chest and my body clenches with want. I have to bite back a moan as I watch him do it. Don’t get me wrong, I always thought sex with Captain would be good, but I didn’t think it would go like this. He didn’t strike me as kinky, but maybe I’m so vanilla myself that I think this is a kink.

I lick my lips, wondering what he’ll do next…


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Final Score - 4.5 Stars!

This book had some similarities with the 1st book, but it was also different as well than the first in the series and all other AR stories for that matter. And while the pacing of this book was slowed in some ways, I was satisfied overall with HEA - which the writing duo of Alexa Riley has always provided in the past. 

We still get the wildly obsessed alpha hero in Ryan, but he felt somewhat dialed back compared to Miles. Although he WAS really obsessed with Paige, as uncovered later on in the story, he was hiding his kind of crazy ... a little too well. 

Paige was by far my favorite character in this book. She had a playfulness to her, but she could be serious at times as well. Her most favorite form of entertain was driving her "Captain" loco with pent up frustration & desire. She expertly knew how to rile him up but also knew when to tone it down. She also had a vulnerability and keen sense of justice to write a wrong done to her when she was a child. 

I enjoyed getting my fix of my strong alpha male. This story has definitely hit the spot - if you know what mean *wink*
 



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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!



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Thursday, March 30, 2017

InkSlinger PR Hosted Cover Reveal for ANOTHER POSTCARD by Elle Christensen!




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Brooklyn Hawk is an enigma. Highly sought after for her incredible voice, her talent shines bright in the studio. But a dark past and a secret she holds close to her heart keep her from permanently stepping into the limelight.


Until her favorite band offers her the chance to chase her dreams.


As the lead singer for rock sensation Stone Butterfly, Levi Matthews is wary of bringing in new talent. But he has heard just how amazing Brooklyn is and when the need for another singer arises, he’s confident that she is the perfect addition.


However, he doesn’t count on laying his heart at her feet.


But the world of music can be as dangerous as it is thrilling. Joining Stone Butterfly on tour was hard enough for Brooklyn, but when she finally succumbs to Levi’s charms, the rock ‘n’ roll life turns deadly.


Will Levi and Brooklyn keep their voices and their hearts entwined? Or will the music prove too hard to survive?





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I’m a love of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.


I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.


I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter, and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for attention.


I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!


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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Review: The Bride

The Bride The Bride by S. Doyle
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Final Score - 5 How Will This End Stars!

I knew I was going to enjoy this and boy was I was right!  I just didn't expect to love it so much ...

Ellie's dad has just passed and she is now left with no one since her mom passed a few years ago.

Issue #1 - she is not quite 17 years old.
Issue #2 - she has three (3) options--an aunt in Florida which is really not an option, a foster home 3 hours away, or ... *gasp* marriage.

Jake has worked for the Mason family for years.  His dad was best friends with Ellie's dad, was a father figure to Jake as well.  Jake has decided to step up and be there for Ellie.

Issue #3 - Jake & Ellie get married!

They both agree to the arrangement with the agreement they would divorce when she turned 18. Sixteen months does not seem like a long time unless you are in the same house and living together and getting closer ... right?

Issue #4 - Did I mention that Jake has a girlfriend?

This story worked through the varying stages of grief one as young as Ellie goes thru with real honesty.  It also shows the hormones of teenager and how the every day stress of living in the same house and working together can either draw people together or tear them apart.

I am really looking forward to finding out what happens next, because Ellie & Jake's story has all the makings of an epic Love Story.

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Cover Reveal for PAPER FOOLS by Staci Hart!



PAPER FOOLS
April 17
Aphrodite knows love — just don’t ask her to figure out her own mess.
Rather than deal with her sticky love life, she toys with the hearts of unwitting humans. It’s a little game she plays, and the stakes are high. Lucky for her, she’s just found the perfect match.
Lex is everything Dean needs, but he can’t have her.
It doesn’t matter that her eyes speak to a long forgotten part of him, or that her art and poetry touch his shredded heart. She’s off limits — crossing that line would implode his band and everything he’s ever cared about. There’s only one option: stay away from her, no matter the cost. Even if the price is his heart.
Dean is everything Lex wants, but she can’t take the risk.
The second she meets him, she knows her heart is in danger. She’s convinced it’s only attraction that has her hung up on the dark, quiet lead singer, but with every day that passes, she knows it’s more. It’s just that she can’t put her heart on the line. She won’t — love has never been worth the sacrifice.
If only they knew they were just pawns in a much bigger game. And in the game of love, Aphrodite never loses.
*Formerly titled Deer in Headlights, Paper Fools has been rewritten and reedited for your enjoyment.*

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Book Summary


"I believe everything and everyone has a price."

Meet Blaire White and the two men who claim her as their own.

Ronan--he's summertime and his kisses warm sunlight.

Lawrence--he's the dark smoke that clouds her senses, whispers against her skin, and fills up her lungs, polluting her with his intoxicating beauty.

One has nothing to offer her but his heart, the other the world and everything money can buy.

One will own her soul, the other her body.

One asks for forever, the other for nights full of uninhibited, licentious pleasure.

Who will Blaire choose?

Merge into Blaire's world full of deceit, sex, lies, heartache, and money to find out the answer.


A delicious and sinful collection that includes two full-length books: Easy Virtue and Sweetest Venom.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Teaser Tuesday - Chapter Reveal for JUST LIKE THAT by Nicola Rendell!



JUST LIKE THAT


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Russ

    I step off the escalator, and there she is. She’s looking down, doing something with her phone. Air conditioning blows on her from above, making the hem of her purple dress flutter against her leg. And fuck, look at those legs. Look at that body. Look at that woman. Underneath the dress, instead of a bra, she’s wearing the top half of a pink bikini, tied at the nape of her neck in a bow.
    Welcome to Florida. God bless the Sunshine State.
    The place is dismal, except for her. On the walls are 1980s tourism posters, rippling with the humidity. All the guys have Magnum, P.I. mustaches, and all the women look like extras from Baywatch. She’s a vision in the middle of all of it, an oasis at the goddamned baggage claim. I circle the clumps of old people running into each other with walkers, like slow-motion bumper cars. As I get closer, I see her face. Her freckles, her slightly shiny pink lips. Her breasts, which are fucking beautiful. But her expression, it isn’t beautiful. It’s seriously pissed. Nostrils flared, teeth set, jaw clenched.
    In her hands is a whole big tangle of earbuds, and maybe a phone charger. A big knot of cords, like a wad of cold pasta.
    I get closer. Not too close, because I don’t want to be that guy, but close enough to see the small starfish necklace dangling from her neck, and close enough to smell something warm, and sweet. Familiar. Vanilla, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s fucking delicious.
    On the wall behind her is a big banner. It’s got a faded old cartoon flamingo, flapping his wings and grinning. Underneath is the caption:
WELCOME TO PORT FLAMINGO! HOME OF THE FIRST AIR CONDITIONER!
    No shit. Because it’s hot, and I don’t mean like ordinary summertime hot. I mean hot like the time the sauna malfunctioned at my gym and turned all the drywall in the locker room into oatmeal. She doesn’t look hot at all, though. She looks cool, and soft, and beautiful. Just the thing I need. Like a vodka soda after a long fucking day.
    I set my briefcase shoulder bag at my feet and take off my suit jacket. Her braid comes down over one shoulder; the curl at the bottom nestles into her cleavage. I roll up my sleeves. “I bet I can untangle you.”
    She looks up at me. Her eyes are deep blue and sparkling. A smile starts to pinch her cheeks. The end of the charger swings between us. “I’m okay. Got myself into this mess, got to get myself out of it.”
    “Sometimes two is better than one.”
    She smacks her lips at the cords. “Sometimes.” She pulls hard on the plug end, making the wires tighten even more. “You’d think I’d learn to keep that little plastic box that comes with these, but oh no, every—” She tugs. “—single.” Tugs again. “—time.”
    Granted, she’s not exactly in need of rescue from a burning building, but no way am I going to stand here and watch her struggle, no fucking way. Without another word, I start undoing the end of the tangle that’s nearest me, and I watch that smile of hers gets bigger. She doesn’t look at me, but I see a dimple, and she bites her lip.
    Still focused on the knot, she says, “Let me guess. You’re not from around here, are you?”  
    Can’t imagine what gave me away. Maybe the fact that I’m the only guy in the building wearing dress pants and actual shoes.     “Here on business.”
    She looks me up and down. “What kind of business? FBI?”
    Fuck. Not the first conversation I want to have, definitely not.         Also, I don’t know a single fed who wears pants this nice.             “Private business.”
    “Hmmm.” She eyes me more mischievously. “Tall, dark, and a military haircut. Something tells me you’re not here to do some competitive bass fishing. “
    Oh, man. Cute. Really cute. “No, I’m not.”
    Slowly, the tangle comes undone, until we’re in the middle together. Reminds me of that scene in Lady and the Tramp.
But before I can say anything more—like, for instance, I’m down for 20 questions, as long as it’s over a drink—the buzzer on the carousel roars to life, as loud as a tornado siren. The crush of people starts to tighten around the conveyor. She winds the three sets of earbuds and the cord around her palm. From the pocket of my bag, I take out the plastic case that came with my earbuds and hand it over. “There.”
    She laughs through her nose. “I’ll be okay.”
    “I insist.” I press it into her hand, and her eyes meet mine.
    “I’ll bet you do.” She looks away as a blush covers her cheeks.
    The bags start to rumble off the conveyor. For one long second, she watches me, smiling. Sizing me up. The little curls around her face tremble in the air conditioning, and I’m about to say you, me, a pitcher of margaritas, tonight when she looks away and hoists her purse up on her shoulder.
    “That’s my bag,” she says. “I should get going. Thanks for…untangling me.”
    She steps away and threads herself between a handful of old ladies in walkers. I know I should help her; I should grab her bag, but holy fuck, look at that body.
    She grabs her suitcase herself and flips up the handle.
 “Give me your number. Let me take you out for dinner.”
    Her smile dissolves into a scowl. “You married?”
I shake my head slowly. “I’m a lot of things, but married definitely isn’t one of them.”
    “Separated?”
    I shake my head again. “Nope.”
    She takes her starfish charm between thumb and forefinger and loops the chain over her lip. “Under any restraining orders? Involved in a complicated love triangle that your Match.com profile describes as an open marriage? Divorced five times and counting? Polyamorous?”
    Whoa. This girl’s got to find a new dating pool, stat. “Promise. I’m Russ, and what you see is what you get.”
    Zip-zip-zip goes her necklace.
    “Just a drink.” I lift my hands out between us, to say C’mon.    
    “Maybe dinner, if I make the cut.”
    She blinks hard a few times, and she drops her necklace charm. “I’m sorry. You’re sweet, but I can’t.”
    Well, fuck it. The first time I try to get back in the saddle in ages, and the goddamn thing slides right down onto the ground again. I respect it, though. I don’t want to overdo this, so I give her a final nod and clear my throat. “Had to try.”
    She swallows hard. “I’m glad you did.”
    Fuck.
    And she’s gone. As she goes, her hips sway with her dress. She works that sashay, as my aunt says, like a fucking pro. She looks back over her shoulder, only once, as she walks through the sliding doors. I give her a wink.
    And she fucking winks back.
    Jesus Christ.
    She takes a left out of the door, which means she isn’t gone yet. Not by a long shot. The architecture does me a favor, and I get to watch her sashay right past the floor-to-ceiling windows. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, not even if I wanted to. She smiles at the sidewalk without looking up, and laughs a little. Like she knows I’m watching her and is feeling pretty good about it.
    God, what a cutie. And what a bummer. She was fucking sexy; she seemed sweet, and there was something about her that was up to no good—something right between the bikini top and I’m glad you did. But the spark wasn’t all we had in common, I realize, as she finally disappears from view. She also has a bag that looks just like mine. Medium-sized black Samsonite. Sensible, dependable. Number One Amazon Bestseller in Luggage.
    That couldn’t be my bag, I think to myself as I turn back toward the conveyor. Couldn’t be.

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    It was. Twenty minutes later, I’m the only guy standing by the carousel, and there’s a single black bag going around and around in front of me. It’s exactly the same as mine, except its overstuffed and has a pink puff of yarn tied to the handle. Same color as her bikini top and literally hanging by a thread.
    It slides to a stop, and the yarn ball swings off the side of the carousel. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
    A rattle from the center of the conveyor sounds promising—I was early connecting through Atlanta, so my bag had to be the first one on—but no dice. What comes off the conveyor isn’t a bag at all, but instead one of the baggage guys in a big set of protective ear muffs and a reflective vest. He crawls up through the flap and pokes his head out. He wipes his forehead on his bare, leathery shoulder and then looks from me to the bag and back again. “Nice pom-pom, man,” he says and vanishes back down the hole.
    I glance around for some airport help on this, but all I see is a handwritten sign at the baggage claim desk. Will Return On Monday!
    It’s Thursday.
    Christ.
    As I take hold of the bag, I notice it’s got not one but three “LIFT WITH CAUTION” tags: the first one new, the second one beat up, and the third one halfway shredded, all together the way people keep lift tickets from ski areas. I give it a hoist. The thing is so heavy it makes me grunt like I’m doing a dead lift. With a two-handed lug, I yank it off the conveyor and set it on the ground, wheels down.
    Squeezing the roller handle, I pull it up…and it snaps right off in my hand. The arms stick up from the suitcase like tines of a fork.
    I clench my eyes shut and think back to “the most helpful critical review” from Amazon. “Looks like every other bag on the planet. Sh**ty handle.”
    Touché. But it is what it is. Which is her bag, hopefully.
    I wheel it along to a bank of benches, by some old, beat-up phone booths lining the far wall. I open up the ID pouch and read:
PENELOPE DARLING
125 E. BEACH POINT DRIVE
PORT FLAMINGO, FL 34102

I bite down on my gum and groan. How cute is that name? Jesus Christ, come on. Penny Darling. What’s more, it’s not a business card or typed up like mine, but written by hand. Her writing is sweet, pretty, and feminine, with big plump letters in bright pink marker that’s bled into the plastic cover, so they’ve got a haze around them like neon lights. And there, at the bottom.
    Her number.
    Jackpot.
    It might not be my smoothest move, but I’ll take it. I pull my phone from my pocket and give her a call. As I wait for the ringtone, I decide to hell with suave and understated. I want her, and I need her to know it.
    But then in my ear I hear, “Mobile Network Temporarily Unavailable.”
    Goddamned Verizon, jamming up my plans. So I try to text her instead.

This is Russ.
From the airport.
I've got your bag, and I think you’ve got mine.
How about that drink?


    I hit send, and I’m answered immediately with a row of red exclamation points and four repetitions of NOT DELIVERED. What. The. Fuck.
    Then I notice my cell service flips over from one bar, to Roaming, to Searching for Service…
     I pull my hot pack of gum from my sweaty pocket and take out a second piece. The gum is weirdly melted even before I put it in my mouth.
    The options now are pretty simple: I could touch base with the guy who hired me to come down here to the land that Verizon forgot or…
    I think about those tan lines, the curve of her hips. That bikini. The glisten on her rosy lips. The way she wrinkled her nose when she smiled.
    Why is this even a goddamned question? It’s four in the afternoon. A beautiful woman is on East Beach Point Drive with all my stuff. And somewhere in this town, I’ll bet there’s a beachside bar with a pitcher of margaritas with our names on it.

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