The Beauty of Us by Kristen Proby- Review & Excerpt Tour with Giveaway

8/20/2017

From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes a sexy, new standalone contemporary romance in her Fusion Series, THE BEAUTY OF US, releasing August 22, 2017! Order your copy today and get to know Trevor and Riley!

New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby delivers another sizzling novel in her delectable and sexy Fusion series.

Riley Gibson is over the moon at the prospect of having her restaurant, Seduction, on the Best Bites TV network. This could be the big break she's been waiting for. But the idea of having an in-house show on a regular basis is a whole other matter. Their lives would be turned upside down, and convincing Mia, her best friend and head chef of Seduction, that having cameras in her kitchen every day is a good idea is daunting. Still, Riley knows it's an opportunity she can't afford to pass on. And when she meets Trevor Cooper, the show's executive producer, she's stunned by their intense chemistry.

Trevor's sole intention is to persuade Riley to allow Best Bites TV to do a show on her restaurant. But when he walks into Riley's office, he stops dead in his tracks. The professional, aloof woman on the phone is incredibly beautiful and funny. But can he convince her that he's interested in Riley for himself? Or is he using the undeniable pull between them to persuade her to agree to his offer?

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4 Star Review by Ashley

While I'm no stranger to Kristen Proby's work, the Fusion series is still relatively new to me, this being the second book I've read from it. I was swept away in the sincerity and light heartedness of The Beauty of Us.

Riley was a bit of a silent assassin. Quiet, sticking to the background, not so much the in your face presence of Seduction, but for sure the glue that held it together. She's also a hopeless romantic who happens to be sick of the game. She wants something more. She wants love. Enter Trevor Cooper (and sigh). This guy's first run-in with Riley and the rest of the crew wasn't ideal but it was comical. To say Riley wasn't at her best would be a wild understatement.

While there was no denying the attraction, the kicker was, Trevor is at Riley's place of work for his job. He's not one to mix business with pleasure. Determined to prove to Riley that there are still good and decent men out there, Trevor hatches a plan to woo her socks off. And it worked, a little too well. It was flirty, sexy, fun and most of all easy. Neither one was trying too hard to impress the other, they were just themselves. And in turn, it became more than a little something to pass the time. But there was an expiration date on their fun from the start...

Told in Kristen Proby's fantastic dual POV, The Beauty in Us was a sweet and sexy journey. Riley and Trevor's romance proved that if you want anything bad enough, you do whatever it takes to make it happen. Full of laughter, steam and love I was totally captivated. I am so ready for more of the amazing group of women who make up the core of Seduction, especially the fiery Mia!

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Kristen Proby’s THE BEAUTY OF US – Review & Excerpt Tour Schedule:

August 14^th

A Fortress of Books – Excerpt

Books and Boys Book Blog – Excerpt

East Coast Book Chicks – Review & Excerpt

Melissa's Book Obsession – Review

Romance as a first language – Review & Excerpt

Shayna Renee's Spicy Reads – Review & Excerpt

August 15^th

Booked All Night – Review & Excerpt

Logan's sports book section – Review & Excerpt

Movies, Shows, & Books – Excerpt

Once upon a romance – Review

Shannon Loves Books – Review & Excerpt

August 16^th

Book Angel Booktopia – Review & Excerpt

Lisa Loves Literature – Excerpt

Naughty and Nice Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Ripe For Reader – Review & Excerpt

She Hearts Books – Review & Excerpt

The Butterfly Reads – Review & Excerpt

August 17^th

Aaly and The Books – Review & Excerpt

Book Loving Fairy – Review & Excerpt

Friends Till The End Book Blog – Excerpt

Krista's Dust Jacket – Review & Excerpt

What Is That Book About – Excerpt

August 18^th

2OCC Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Bookgasms Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Gi's Spot Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Obsessive Reading Disorder – Review

TrashyBibloBlog – Review & Excerpt

August 19^th

Bad boys and bedtime stories book blog – Review

My Girlfriend's Couch – Review & Excerpt

Nose Stuck in a Book – Review & Excerpt

Rainy Days and Pajamas – Excerpt

Reading Between the Wines Book Club – Excerpt

August 20^th

Brittany's Book Blog – Review

Nightbird Novels – Excerpt

Smutty Book Friends – Review & Excerpt

We stole your book boyfriend – Review & Excerpt

Wickedcoolflight – Review & Excerpt

August 21^st

All Things Dark & Dirty – Excerpt

Bridget's Book Bungalow – Review & Excerpt

Nice Ladies, Naughty Books – Review

Oh My Growing TBR – Review & Excerpt

Shannon's Book Blog – Review& Excerpt

The SmutBrarians – Review

August 22^nd

Collector of book boyfriends – Review

Feel The Book – Excerpt

Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Reading and funny – Review & Excerpt

Wicked Reads – Review & Excerpt

August 23^rd

Book Bitches Blog – Review

Four Chicks Flipping Pages – Review

Marieke's Books – Review & Excerpt

Once Upon a Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Renee Entress's Blog – Review & Excerpt

The Book Avenue – Review

August 24^th

a small girl, her man and her books – Review

Beneath The Covers Blog – Excerpt

Musings of the Modern Belle – Review & Excerpt

Ramblings From This Chick – Review

The bookworms obsession – Review

August 25^th

BFF Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog – Excerpt

Pervy Ladies Books – Review & Excerpt

Queenzany – Review & Excerpt

Read Love Blog – Review & Excerpt

Two Book Pushers – Review & Excerpt

August 26^th

Blushing babes are up all night – Review

Love Drug Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

G& T's Indie Café – Excerpt

Naughty Girls and Their Books – Review & Excerpt

Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews – Review & Excerpt

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Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.

During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.

Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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Plus One by Mae Wood- Release Blitz with Bonus Scene

8/20/2017

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IF YOU CAN STAND THE HEAT, THERE’S A HOT SINGLE DAD IN THE KITCHEN.

TITLE: Plus One

AUTHOR: Mae Wood

COVER DESIGN: Alyssa Garcia | Uplifting Designs

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If you can stand the heat, there's a hot single dad in the kitchen.

At not-quite forty and with his son in his last year of high school, Bert's going to be dining alone.

His restaurant's wine rep has a few ideas on how he might sate all of his appetites.

He hasn't been buying what she's been selling, but she’s only in Memphis for a few months before moving back home to California.

Besides, it's not like he's going to fall in love for the first time in his life or anything crazy like that, right?

Plus One is a steamy standalone novel.

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“I can go on and on about this book. The writing was so witty and all the food and wine references just made me want to hop on a plane and go taste some good southern food.” — After Dark Book Lovers

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“…if you like Single Dads, good food, all the wine, and fitness coupled with stellar writing and extremely well-developed characters, then PLUS ONE IS THE BOOK FOR YOU. So, go ahead, one click it and enjoy.” — Y’all This Book

BONUS SCENE

“Angostura bitters,” he said over his shoulder. “There was a shortage a few years a back, so I started making my own bitters.” I trailed him around the restaurant’s kitchen, a puppy in pursuit of a treat.

Ostensibly, I was here on a sales call, making my rounds at the downtown Memphis restaurants. Selling wine, taking orders, and moving on to the next restaurant or bar. But when Pig and Barley popped up on my iPad for today’s call list, I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t help but dig around in my closet. No company-logo’ed polo shirt today.

Boobs.

And leg.

A hint of lace.

I knew what he’d order.

And knew I’d take it.

Curving his tall frame over a chopping board, another vintage concert T-shirt thin with age stretched across his powerful shoulders, he crushed a star anise with the flat blade of a knife. The meat of his left palm quickly smacking the heavy blade he held still with his right hand. And I jumped. He’d never spanked me, and I’d never wanted it. Never wanted to play that way until now.

“Do you like Absinthe? Or Sambuca?” he asked, the smell of soft black licorice wafting from the crushed pod. “Because I’m going for a stripped-down version with this infusion and will then play around with it to make a bitter I can use in cocktails.”

Flipping the knife over in his palm, he used the back to scrape the crushed pod into a glass jar filled with a clear liquid.

“Vodka? Everclear?” I guessed.

“No. Good ol’ Tennessee moonshine. Don’t ask where I got it.”

“So many, many good things in Tennessee.”

He wiped his hands and knife on a neatly folded white towel and placed the knife to the side of the cutting board, parallel and just so. His deliberate moves were instinctual when he sought out pleasure, whether from his food, his cocktails, or from me.

“So this is a sales call?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Drennan,” he said with a smile while he folded his arms across his chest, drawing out my name like I was a naughty child. The three birds on his forearm fluttered from the muscle movement, and my hand ached to touch his inked flesh. “Who else are you calling on today?”

“Flight and a few other places.”

“Tight schedule?” he asked.

“I could work you in,” I replied, taking a step toward him and walking my fingertips along the top of the shiny steel work surface, trying to be cool while the heat built inside of me. Fighting to keep my itchy fingers to myself.

“Oh, you’ll make room.”

“Here?” I whispered, looking into his chocolate and caramel eyes. Even though it was the two of us in the kitchen, the restaurant’s general manager was working in the broom closet of an office just a few feet away.

“Uhm, did I not hear you say hi to Patti on your way back here? And she’s interviewing a couple potential new servers,” he said, quickly flicking his wrist to glance at his heavy silver dive watch, “about now, I think.”

I ran through options, scenarios, my brain fizzing from the thought of sliding my skin against his. “Just how big is the back seat in your monster of an SUV?”

“It’s still got my bike in in from yesterday. But hold on,” he said.

He pulled the phone out of his back pocket and tapped on the screen. I stepped closer to him, sliding my hands to my waist and then up, pressing my breasts together. His eyes fell on my cleavage, and his Adam’s apple worked in appreciation, his lips softening with want while his jaw tightened with need.

“Man, don’t ask any questions. Just say that I can borrow a conference room. I’ll be there in three minutes.” One hand shoved the phone back into his jeans and the other grabbed one of mine, lacing our fingers together, and he pulled me through the kitchen and the restaurant and onto the street.

“Conference room?” I asked, my legs spinning to match his long stride and quick pace as he tugged me down the bustling sidewalk.

“Yeah, be cool, okay?”

A few blocks later he blew through a glass door into a simple lobby. The Brannon Company shone in bold brass letters behind the receptionist desk.

“Mr. Forsythe?” asked a thin brunette from behind her big bangs.

“Jenny, right? Trip said—“

“Yes, sir. We’ve got a conference room ready. Will anyone else be joining you?”

He’s taking me to his friend’s office to fuck? At ten a.m. on a Monday?

“Just us,” he said, not loosening his grip on my hand.

Jenny’s eyes moved to me. Taking me in from head to the tips of my nude heels and I felt my boldness begin to slip. I turned to Bert, to gauge his reaction. Yeah. No shame. His eyes fixed on the elevator bank ahead of us. The temperature of our frantic walk over pressed beneath this cool facade.

With a nod at me, Jenny led the way to the conference room. Keeping up the charade that we were here on some sort of business, I sank into an overstuffed chair at the large oak table, my back to the wall of windows. I grabbed a notepad and pen from the table and began doodling.

“If you need anything, Mr. Forsythe, please call reception and ask for me.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” he said.

“Of course. Have a good meeting,” she replied. When the heavy door to the conference room clicked shut behind her, my laughter burst to the surface.

“You cool with this?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in amusement, as he tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his lean body with Ganesh inked in black wrapping around his right side.

“Depends,” I answered, not looking up from my notes. “What did you have in mind?”

“What did you have in mind when you decided to wear that to my restaurant?”

“Wear what?” I said, tilting my head and slowly blinking my big blue eyes at him.

“Come on, Dren,” he begged, the exasperation at my little game eating away at his patience.

“That,” I said, using the pen to point to the hard ridge in his jeans. “I was planning on coming on that.”

“Were you now?” he said, the irritation vanished.

“Yes, in fact, here’s the agenda,” I said, tossing the notepad toward him where it landed on the table.

“Are you serious?” He blinked at me and I again looked away, enjoying playing coy for once.

“We’ve got like ten minutes tops before Trip breaks this up.”

“Well, I suggest we move right to the action items, then,” I said, pointing at the paper.

His eyes rolled to the ceiling before he snatched up the notepad. “This is a drawing of a dick.”

“Yeah, I know. The agenda’s really meaty,” I said, examining the pen I twirled between my fingers.

“Ten. Minutes,” he repeated, a solid tap on the notepad punctuating each word.

“Do I hear a motion from the floor? I bet they says things like that in here, don’t they?” I said, finally turning my attention to him.

“The only motion I want from you is your ass out of that chair.”

“All in favor?” I asked, scanning the empty room for a response.

“Christ,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face and rounding the table toward me. “I’m in favor. Let’s get down to business.”

The chair spun and he leaned down in front of me, his hands dipping into my hair to bracket my head. “You want my dick?” he whispered in my ear, the scruff on his face abrading my cheek.

I nodded as best I could in response, my teeth tugging on my lip as I let loose a soft whimper of need.

My hands explored the muscles of his shoulders. My fingernails dug in, biting flesh, and my answer to his question escaping me in a slow hiss of desire. His belt and fly open, I leaned forward to shove his jeans and boxers over his hips, so I could get my hands on his bare ass. I loved the way the heels of my hands fit into the indentations at his hips while my fingers grasped firm muscle.

His hands shoved up my skirt, running his hands along the tops of my thighs with a friction that made me melt. Thumbs stroked in tandem at the hinge of my hips and I went to open for him, but was bound by the chair’s arms.

He pressed my hips into the chair. “Patience, patience.”

“Ten minutes,” I bit out.

“He’s not going to open the door,” he replied, his warm hands sliding between my exposed ass and the chair to scoop me up and place me on the cool tabletop. “No one is. We could have this room all day. But I want you now.”

His hands returned to reach underneath my skirt, and my panties were yanked down. I could feel soft pops as his impatient fingers shredded the lace. “Sorry,” he muttered into my neck.

“Only apologize if you stop,” I replied.

“Quick pause okay? Not a stop.” He backed up, fished a condom out of his wallet and returned to me suited up. Strong and hard and proud. I pulled my feet to rest on the table and dropped my knees open for him. Opened for all of the city of Memphis beyond the wall of windows that was behind him.

Shameless for him.

Ready for him.

Needy for him.

I reached for him and, with a push, he found me. His hands once again gripping my ass and lifting me, holding me close, as he continued to thrust from below. “Drennan, Drennan, Drennan.” I knew this chant, mumbled against my lips and neck. The simple incantation of my name so filled with need and promise. The words that reduced the world to me and him. To this moment.

Coolness the length of my back snapped me out of the trance. “The window?”

“You want that?” he asked, nuzzling his scruff along my jaw. “I’ll put it on the agenda for our next meeting. But I don’t trust any glass for how hard I’m going to pound into you.”

Then I heard it—a door, banging on its hinges. “You’re not going to get invited back,” I said.

“Like I give a fuck. Come back to me. Here. Now.” My fingers tugged at his hair, fusing his mouth with mine.

A deep dive and rock against my clit and I was gone again. So gone for this man.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mae Wood is a mommy, bookworm, and lawyer (in that order).

A while ago Mae decided that she needed to give up the fear that she couldn't write "great literature" and write what she wants to read.

And she wants romance. And laughter.

She wants heroines who are brave. Brave enough to be themselves and brave enough to fall in love.

She wants men who are strong and kind.

Mae lives in the Southeastern United States.

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The Lucky Heart by Devney Perry- Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway

8/19/2017

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**Today we have the blog tour for The Lucky Heart by Devney Perry! Be sure to grab your copy now!**

Title: The Lucky Heart

Author: Devney Perry

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About The Lucky Heart:

Life on his ranch could be their future. If they can overcome their past.

Felicity’s life story reads like the script to a bad soap opera. Girl’s high-school boyfriend becomes a drug addict. Girl falls for boyfriend’s best friend. Girl leaves them both behind only to return home years later for murdered ex-boyfriend’s funeral. Now she’s back home in Montana, ready to start fresh. She’s got a long list of amends to make and relationships to rebuild, including one with the man who has owned her heart for sixteen years.

Silas doesn’t need much. He’s got a great horse, close friends and the Lucky Heart ranch, but something has always been missing. He’s not an idiot. He knows the missing piece is Felicity. And now that she’s returned to Prescott, he’s got a second chance to win her heart. This time, the only thing standing in his way is history. Drudging up the past is going to be about as painful as playing tug of war with barbed wire. But if they can heal old wounds, he’ll get the girl he should have had all along.

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“Seems like all we’ve done these last two years is fuck and fight. We’ve got to figure out a way to be around each other now that you’re back. I don’t want to bump into you on the street and watch you run in the other direction.”

I couldn’t agree more. “We used to be friends once. Maybe we could get back to that.”

“Friends would be good.”

Silas pulled off his faded brown baseball hat and combed his fingers through his hair. It was getting a bit long and could probably use a trim, not that I’d advocate for one. When he was on top of me, my hands loved to wander through those soft strands and grip them tight. That and his sculpted ass.

Oh, lordy. Control yourself, Felicity! We had just agreed to be friends. I had made a rule. No sex with Silas. What was wrong with me?

“Are you okay?” Silas asked.

My cheeks were flushed and I was starting to sweat. “Great. This shrimp is just really spicy,” I lied.

He dug back into his food as the awkward silence descended again. While I chewed, my eyes wandered around the room so I wouldn’t stare at the man in my guest chair.

The Fan Mountain Inn had impeccably clean and stylish rooms. I had plenty of space for my abundant luggage, and the wide desk provided a more than adequate workspace. But right now, this room was much, much too small.

Silas sat by the door while I swiveled nervously at my desk chair. Between us was the bed. The same bed where we’d had sex just a week ago. Seeing him next to it wasn’t helping me push thoughts of sex aside.

“You were jealous, weren’t you? The other day when you saw me talking to Maisy in the office.”

“What?” I said, pretending to be surprised. “I wasn’t jealous.” My declaration came out in a high-pitched squeak.

Silas smirked, trying to fight back a smile, but it was pointless. He burst out laughing, filling the room with sound as his head tipped back and he let loose.

Even though I was embarrassed he’d busted me on the jealousy thing, I couldn’t keep the corners of my mouth down. Silas’s laughter was a deep rumble, a hearty sound that could warm the coldest of souls. I hadn’t heard it nearly enough lately.

The last time I remembered hearing him laugh had been at Jess and Gigi’s wedding. We’d both had too much to drink and had found ourselves in the backseat of his truck. He’d discovered the Spanx that my satin dress required and had laughed his ass off as he tried to yank them off. That seemed like eons ago.

Silas got control of his laughter and bent forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. He shook his head a few times and then lifted his eyes to mine as he smiled.

Breathtaking. He was breathtaking.

Silas’s smile transformed his face. Dimples broke across his cheeks. His eyes warmed and crinkled. Those soft lips parted, revealing his flawless white teeth.

I was a sucker for that smile and smolder. All he had to do was snap his fingers and I’d leap over the bed and crawl into his lap.

“You’re blushing, Felicity. Are you going to lie and blame it on the shrimp again?”

About the Author:

Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.

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Slam by Andee Michelle- Release Blitz

8/19/2017

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Title: Slam: A Colorado Smoke Novel

Author: Andee Michelle

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: August 18, 2017

Bryant “Slam” Nash is known for three things…

His intensity on the field,

His drive to win the World Series,

And scoring on the first date.

Gearing up for the biggest season of his career, Slam is determined to focus on his game, calling a time out on anything considered a distraction. Including Layne Scott.

Layne Scott doesn’t do complicated.

Independent and focused on raising her daughter, Layne is a woman running a business dominated by men. Managing the sports bar her father left her, she has no time for the arrogant ball player who keeps strutting through her door. With chiseled good looks in baseball pants, Slam Nash is a temptation she can’t afford.

Game on…

**Content Notice: This book contains adult themes, strong language and sexual situations. Recommended for readers eighteen (18) years of age and older.**

5 Stars from I Don’t Get Sundays Book Blog - “This sports romance will keep you hooked until the end. The writing and the characters are so likeable that you will love the flow of the story. You will fall in love with dysfunction that is real life.”

5 Stars from Shawn on Goodreads - “ I couldn't put it down. It was refreshing. It was a fun and light story that had just enough drama.”

5 Stars from SBR Reviews - “Slam is the first novel of Andee’s that I have read and I am happy to tell you I enjoyed it.”

Although Andee grew up a military brat and traveled the world with her family, she has made her home in southwest Idaho with her husband and two sons. Working in the legal field, shuttling her boys around, chasing her two crazy dogs and reigning in her adrenaline junky husband keeps her busy. She has always had a passion for reading and writing, even as a child. Andee loves a great glass of wine, reading late into the night, and spending time in the mountains with her family and friends.

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Acceptance by Trish Beninato- Release Tour with Giveaway

8/19/2017

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Title: Acceptance

Series: The Jewel Trilogy #1

Author: Trish Beninato

Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

Release Date: August 15, 2017

When destiny and desire collide...

In a community full of supernatural powers, eighteen-year-old Jewel longs for a life of normalcy. But nothing in her life is ordinary. And suddenly she discover she's more abnormal than she ever realized--complete with a past she never knew existed. Once a goddess from ancient Greece, Jewel is the main reason everyone has their special abilities.

As she struggles with her newfound knowledge, Jewel encounters the mysterious god of Egypt, Anubis. With a past she has no recollection of, she tries to deny the pull she has for the sexy god. But, destiny has other plans. As she uncovers more secrets about who she really is, Jewel is pulled into a dangerous world surrounded by a prophecy--a prophecy that both terrifies and intrigues her. Will Jewel accept who she once was for a chance to become who she's meant to be?

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Trish Beninato is a young adult fantasy/scifi indie author, who has an unhealthy love for Marvel comics and Star Wars. She is desperately trying to make thirty the new twenty and lives in Colorado with her husband, three children and her adorable rescue pup. She was born in Indiana and raised around the world, spending most of her youth in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. She has a love for traveling and moving to new places thanks to being a child of the military and now spouse to a military soldier. In her spare time she works with young children, paints and hikes around the Rocky Mountains.

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When We Swing by Kyla Ross- Release Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway

8/19/2017

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Title: When We Swing

Author: Kyla Ross

Genre: Erotic Thriller

Release Date: August 15, 2017

Friends have a way of breaking a person out of their comfort zone . . .

Mark has always felt like an outsider. Growing up, being bullied and teased, he doubted his life would ever get better. Then he meets his new college roommate, Blain Prazzel.

Blain is the opposite of Mark, popular and oozing a sex appeal women can’t resist. Mark would kill to live in Blain’s world and gets his chance when Blain invites him and their roommate, John Motley, to a party.

After college, they go into business together and quickly become an overnight success. But when they each find their mates; their friendship is put to the test.

Will these women interfere with their bond or will they find a new adventure awaits each of them? Where darkness and light sing their own forbidden melody of taboo? Where words, when spoken, have the power to change their lives forever?

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Chapter 1- Mark

The after-work sun crept between the mountain peaks coating the road in a golden glaze. Aching for a stretch, Mark shifted his shoulders. The hour-and-a-half drive sure needed to end soon.

Casey leaned forward, dabbing her lips in fire-red lipstick with the help of the sun visor's mirror. With steady hands and a still face, she was like an artist sculpting a masterpiece on an airplane experiencing life-threatening turbulence. Mark didn't even have to look at her to know. He'd spent most of the last ten years staring.

Mark, or Mr. Introvert as they called him in college, preferred staying in the background. Growing up, he seldom had friends, but his parents were never around much to notice. Mrs. Lane was a pediatric nurse and Mr. Lane was a traveling photographer. With no siblings, very few acquaintances, and more bullies than he could count, Mark was a loner and preferred it that way. But when he hung out with Blain Prazzel and John Motley, his perception of sociality twisted.

It was Fall 2004, Mark faltered over his suitcases through the door of the dorm room. Oak framed twin beds lined three walls. Next to each was a personal walk-in closet. Oak desks stood in the center, propped against each other, back to back with two on either side. Wooden seats were pushed up against each desk and a bulky TV sat atop one of the desks.

Mark's brow drooped at the whooshing of running water booming behind a closed door to the right. He sighed. The bed propped against the window had a leather duffel bag stretched across it and an open laptop propped on a plump pillow. Royal blue sports sandals sat beneath the footboard.

Mark inched over to the bed diagonal of the taken one and dumped his backpack, laptop case, and a suitcase. Pressing his palm against the mattress, he frowned. Even a mattress pad wouldn't grant him a good night's sleep. Cutting his eyes away, a ball of frustration clogged his throat. Sharing his space, an uncomfortable one at that, demolished the worth of the full ride provided by his scholarship.

The bathroom door slung open and out came a tall, olive toned, gray-eyed preppy dude. His collared polo and khaki shorts reminded Mark of the things he'd brought along.

Great, and this asshole may take my clothes. He’d been sure he was done with bullies as he strolled across the stage, kissing grade school and its sour memories goodbye.

"Hi, I'm Blain." Blain's husky tone shook as he patted his hands dry on the front of his shorts and extended one to Mark.

Mark dropped a brow and stared.

"Shy, huh?" Blain chuckled and flopped down on his bed, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. "So, where you from?"

"Here," Mark replied.

"Me too!" Blain said. His baritone timbre and flashy smile took Mark back to the jocks and pretty boys: the ones he wished he could be. But he was too shy to give it a go and always found himself doing their homework or eating their fists when they were in a bad mood. God. And I have to share a room with this guy?

With the faintest smile, Mark said, "Cool."

"Hey." Blain dug his elbows into his knees as he moved up to the edge of his bed. "There's a party going on tonight at one of the frat houses. I heard there was gonna be some nice ass there. Coming with?"

Mark sat tongue-tied for a few seconds. Was this guy inviting him to a party? To hang out with fraternity guys? And girls? Pretty college girls? Mark shook his head.

"Oh, come on. Why not?"

"Because I have to study." It was bogus rolling off his tongue. Mark was more than prepared for classes that didn't start for another day or so. Some courses he could pass with his eyes closed.

"What's your major?"

"Accounting."

Slapping his chest, Blain spread a toothy grin and said, "Me too! Wow. I didn't take you for the nerdy type. A baseball player, but not a nerd."

Mark smirked. "Yeah? Me either." A baseball player? Though he'd hiked and jogged religiously, no one had ever taken Mark for a baseball player.

"Yeah, well, my dad owns an accounting firm, so I don't have a choice but to prepare to take over when he retires. He's been preaching about networking and building a team. Ya' know, bull shit."

Mark raised a brow and cocked his head at the guy. "Really?"

"Yeah, man. If you want or if you're still around this summer, I can get you in there for an internship."

Mark's eyes went wide. "Um, sure."

"But only if you come to this party with me."

Shit. Mark frowned. He hated being cornered or manipulated. But if this kook was telling the truth, he'd benefit. And if Blain was lying, Mark knew where to find him. Huffing and clearing his throat, he said, "Fine."

After several hours of unpacking and listening to Blain chatter on about the different races and smells of women he'd had or wanted, Mark was relieved when it was time to head out. But another guy, this one tanned with a brawny chest and tall with sky blue eyes, barged in with a sack across his back while they were checking for wallets and phones. Though his luggage reminded Mark of someone homeless, his baseball cap, jeans and t- shirt were fresh and crispy.

"Hey man, I'm Blain." Blain extended a hand.

The tall guy groped it with his open palm and nodded. Gravelly, he said, "John."

"Me and Mark, over here, are going to a party. Wanna come? Supposed to be more than enough to look at."

"I'll come, sure. As long as there are drinks." His deep voice cracked a little. "What time you guys leaving?"

"Whenever you're ready." Blain flopped down on his bed and Mark did the same.

After tossing his sack on the bare mattress across from Mark's, John peered in the body mirror, turned his face cheek to cheek, then said, "Alright, let's go."

Bits and pieces of that night still made Mark blush. Flashes of bong smoke, bare tits, and the stench of alcoholic vomit stuck with him. Bulbous street lights flashed from either side of the stony pathway. Evergreen canopies and morning dew clung to the air. The bitterness of vodka and pale ale swirled around Mark's tongue. Stomping on, with the help of his new-found buddies, Mark was overwhelmed with joy, a rolling gut, and slurred words.

"We got you," Blain grunted, hoisting one of Mark's arms up as it tried sliding off his shoulder.

"No. Ugh. I love you guys. I never―" Snatching his arms from Blain and John's shoulders, Mark bent at the waist and fell to his knees. Heaving, liquid spewed up his throat, dousing the ground and coating the backs of his hands.

"Are you sure you're a drinker, dude?" John asked through breaks of his explosive laughter.

"Come on, we gotcha," Blain said, grasping Mark's shoulder. John did the same. They dragged Mark to his bed, caring enough to flip his sandals off, and pull a sheet over his limp body.

Though he'd sworn off alcohol and parties after that night, Mark continually found himself a part of Blain's escapades. He and John dragged Mark to parties and clubs on and off campus. One party just so happened to be a rush they'd tricked him into, leading to the trio's pledging. They'd study names, mottos, and missions. They were bruised and battered with holey, wooden paddles, tossed around like rag dolls, and caught open-handed slaps and thumping fists to the chest. Aches, bruises and sleepless nights were the norm for a few months. Mark had never cried so much in his life. But Blain and John pulled him through, forcing him into the clutches of the big brothers night after night, with them at his side. Of the ten guys they started with, only four, the trio and Kyle, made it through. But things only got wilder from there.

Especially when they went up to the cabin.

Blain had always had the keys, leading Mark, and everyone else on campus, to believe he had owned it before he officially inherited it. There were many parties and hazing events that took place in that private piece of wilderness. Back then, it offered the typical fraternity guys a chance to live the social dream. They'd party all day, winning praise from their peers and, in some cases, professors.

As they'd gotten older, cabin visits adopted a twist in agenda. It was more about just going fishing and spending time with your closest friends and, in Blain's case especially, kids. Still, Mark didn't mind driving up. There was something about the wilderness that relaxed his muscles and banished day to day migraines. He loved the sound of the birds playing around in the tree canopies as his boots crushed the gravel and greenery on his lone hiking ventures. Taking in the view of the surrounding mountain ranges and sucking in the breeze that lingered along Lake Tahoe was refreshing. But mostly, he loved the solidarity.

After Mr. Prazzel’s fatal heart attack, the certified public accounting firm and cabin was left to Blain. This came as no surprise. Mark, Blain, and John interned there every summer during college, as promised. After the massive restructuring, Blain became managing partner, John became partner, and Mark was financial comptroller.

Mark couldn't be happier with the arrangement. He was comfortable with silently laughing in the background, egging the guys on and tolerating their antics. He was much better at calming John's explosive temper or covering for Blain when whoever he was dating became curious about his infidelity. They made Mark into the man he was, and he owed them everything, with loyalty being at the top of the list.

"I'm so excited we're doing this," Casey said, continuing with her eyeliner.

Mark cringed as he glared at the alpine curvature that played with the horizon, protecting them from the sun. His heart thumped at his chest as the night he'd met her played over in his mind, burning his heart for the fiftieth time.

That night, the frat house was crawling with wannabes and drunken girls. Alternative rock blasted, vibrating the walls, threatening to bring the colonial down on its foundation. Mark turned a beer can up, barreling through it and crushing it on the pale wall. Straightening his back and puffing his chest out, he smiled. The dim living room was crowded. They'd moved the furniture so there was nothing but the waist high stereo and the creaky oak floor. And praise from peers. Lots and lots of praise.

"Ah! Mark, Mark, Mark! We made it!" Blain screamed over the jeers of Kyle and John. His bald head glimmered in the dim lights.

John cuffed Mark's peach-fuzzed crown, reminding him of what they'd lost for social acceptance. "Mark, we fucking did it!" Teary eyed, he cuffed Mark's neck and shook him. "We fucking did it!"

"God damn right!" Kyle agreed. Though he had shed about fifty pounds over the last two months, his cheeks still jiggled as much as his gut. His tinted head shone from the laser lights that bounced off table-dancing girls. Mark smirked. Screaming old heads cheered the girls on as they hoped to get lucky while they were back in town. It must've taken a lot to convince their wives to let them come back to town to beat the shit out of their new little brothers.

Mark shook himself loose of the huddle. He shuddered. The fresh welts from the beating were raw on his rump. But pride and elation made the bruises a minor hindrance. Feeling the cool beer trickle through him, he said, "I gotta hit the head."

"Hurry back, dude," John slurred. "We gotta do more shots and Lilian brought us a cake."

Mark nodded and squeezed through the crowd and a freshman tripped over his shoe. "Shit, dude! I'm so sorry!" the guy said, his eyes wide and tone shaken.

Mark smiled, clasped the guy's shoulder and yelled, "Blain, John, Kyle, this asshole scoffed my shoe! What should I do?"

The brothers at once replied, "Upside down kegger!" Girls screamed and laughed as John and Blain pushed through the crowd, took the freshman by his legs and arms, and carried him over to the corner. Mark laughed and headed for the only bathroom, but he was stopped by a line that swallowed the staircase.

Scoffing, he pushed through a group of stumbling girls, making his way to the whining screen door. Outside, he burrowed through smokers. Some were preaching about a government conspiracy and how college was a rip-off. Others were whistling and yelling at a group of girls coming up the walkway. The old Mark would've waited for them to the clear the stairs before proceeding. But his knees were starting to shake and his stomach felt tight. So, he pushed forward.

Most of the girls cleared his way, but one grazed his side with her shoulder.

"Oh!" She chuckled while catching her footing, "I'm sorry."

"God, Casey! Come on. We're already late," a blonde whined, before slamming the screen shut.

"You're fine," Mark said. He stared, trapped in her sapphire gaze. For a second, he thought he'd pissed himself as his belly loosen and knees seized. His cheeks burned.

"Wait, this is your party, right? Congratulations." She smiled, flicking her shoulder-length, dark curls, and batting long eyelashes that just barely shielded her glimmering baby blues.

He'd never been so stuck on someone's beauty and sultry voice. He didn't want this to pass. He couldn't let her pass. Of the many girls Blain and John tried setting Mark up with to lose his virginity, this was it. She was it. He wanted to suck her plump lips and kiss the mole on her left cheek. How would Blain handle this? he thought.

"I'm Mark," he said, wanting to kick himself for having a tremoring throat. He'd just endured the ass whipping of a lifetime. His dark, egg-yolk-stained, sweaty, long sleeved shirt, holey jeans, and raw rump were proof of a job well done. The celebration that went on behind him solidified it, too. But he couldn't bring himself to be smooth enough to get a girl. Have you learned nothing? He yelled to himself.

Before he could turn around and run off, she said, "I'm Casey. Well, some of the people here call me Marilyn but I resent that." She giggled. "I've seen you around. You're a tutor, right? And on the dean's list? You're pretty smart." It tickled him inside, making him ache the way he did when Blain made he and John watch lesbian porn. Casey was the first girl to compliment his brains, not his newfound status or his friendship with the guys.

"Thanks." He cursed himself for lacking the cleverness to woo her back.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Uh, no. I'm going for a walk. This is a little overwhelming," he said, trying his best to smile through a lie.

"Can I come?"

He winced at her. What? With me? No way this is real, he thought. "Isn't your friend―"

"She'll be OK. Honestly, I didn't want to stay here long. She wanted me to come with her so she wouldn't feel like a Blain groupie. Whoever that is." She rolled her eyes.

Mark snickered. Blain had probably fucked half the freshman class by now. "He's my buddy and brother. This is our party." She smiled and shrugged. Which was strange. Mark hadn't met a girl on, or off, campus who resisted Blain's charm. So, he went on. "Sure, you can come with me," he said. But his bladder was ready to burst, along with other things. Quickly, he decided to use his perks of belonging to a house now by pushing through to the front of the line to pee. "Do you want me to grab you a drink and meet here in about five minutes?"

"Sure. I'll go tell Shelly that I'm leaving."

"OK." He smiled as his heart thudded.

All the noise around him fell on empty ears. He was deafened by her glow, her sweet perfume, and her smiling eyes. And she wanted to walk with him. She wanted to talk to him. And soon after, he found out she wanted to be with him. And he wanted nothing more than to have her.

Day in and day out, they'd spent every night together. Between classes, they discussed number theory and conspiracies, law, and sports. Casey was an intelligent, outgoing soul, and as charismatic as Blain. Well, she had to be. Being a pre-law then law school graduate granted such an attitude. But most of all, she allowed Mark to be himself. Not the sarcastic frat boy who tortured freshman, but the dorky, shy kid that grew up as a loner.

"Mark?" Casey asked, returning the makeup back to her purse and him back to their current reality.

Though her eyes burned the side of his face, Mark didn't answer. Instead, he concentrated on the asphalt that disappeared underneath the SUV. Oak trees along the foot of the range provided a persistent evergreen stain in his left peripheral.

Casey's stare, voice, and presence were too much for him--still. His chest got tight and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Every day for the last couple months, he'd wake on the couch alone with tears in his eyes, rage in heart, and that evening replaying in his mind.

That evening, he'd found her sobbing in their dim bedroom. After comforting her (sort of), she revealed the thing that weighed on her shoulders.

"I slept with Sean," she blubbered. Time froze and Mark's heart skipped a few beats as his body went numb. He couldn't speak or cry. Not even faint. He only stared as she begged for forgiveness through glassy red eyes.

Mark knew Sean from the corporate Christmas parties Casey had been dragging him to for years. They'd talk about professional football before Mark excused himself and disappeared at the open bar. Sean wasn't a half-bad looking guy either. Taut, tan, with dark hair and eyes. Opposite of Mark's pale, lanky figure, short, platinum-blond hair, and blue eyes.

Sean. What a fucking douche bag.

Though Casey claimed it happened once, Mark couldn't shake that nagging feeling that she was lying. She worked with Sean. He was her paralegal for God's sake.

Since her confession, Casey had been more attentive than ever. The way her eyes shimmered with hope and optimism made Mark grimace. He wasn't sure if it was her attempt at getting sex from him or if she genuinely felt sorry for what she'd done.

But it didn't matter. He'd been too repulsed to touch or even look her in the eye. There was no telling what they'd say about him--or worse, her.

"Mark, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to." Her voice became stern.

Instead of replying, he read the jade sign off to the right: Carnelian Bay, California. Their destination.

"Mark?" When he didn't respond, she slapped her thighs. Huffing, she said, "I thought we agreed we would at least pretend to be in a good place with our marriage while we try this."

Casey was frowning. He didn't have to look at her to know.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" He began, cracking a half, cynical smile. "The way I see it, if we are in a good place, we wouldn't have to come up here for such a disgusting, ugh, thing."

"People who are in healthy relationships do this. We agreed we were going to at least try it." She smiled, now rubbing the back of Mark's neck.

Once again, those lasers peered through his flesh down into his soul, but he bit his tongue, gulping down an insult that would've sent her over the edge.

"Look, Mark," she went on, "I thought we were trying to get past that by doing new things. We both agreed that swinging may help our sex life. I mean you rarely―" She stopped. Casey hated complaints. She only liked solutions; a motto that she preached daily to Mark who, himself, was a realist. "You know what? No. This'll be fun and you'll enjoy yourself. Besides, you brought it up to me so. . ."

She was right. One night, a few weeks ago, she'd invited him out to dinner. After four bottles of red, he'd brought it up to her as a joke he shared with Blain and John. Then the swing, spearheaded by Blain, was being planned.

I'm making a two-hour drive into the mountains with you. Obviously, we're doing this.

"Mark, let's just stick to our plan--do this for the month and go from there. OK?" She ran her fingertips over his shoulder and down his polo sleeve.

The tautness of her glare made Mark want to flinch. How could something so sexy nauseate him? Finally, he flashed Casey a smile, a weak attempt at being reassuring.

Casey was so sure their perverted misadventures would tame the heap of garbage known as their marriage. He chuckled inside, anticipating it all blowing up in her face.

To keep the peace at home, Mark often pretended to be kind when he couldn't avoid her or when they weren't fighting. He did have his moments of doubt, when a piece of him wanted to leave the couch and cuddle in bed. But a bigger piece wanted to be a million miles away from her. He resented his bleeding heart as much as the sleepless nights.

But his buddies were so sure this would work, so sure that this would save him from despair and anger. That things would go back to the way they were, only better. So, he stretched his half-smile full and said, "I know."

Casey planted her lips on Mark's cheek, stealing a kiss. The warmth from her aura sent chills up his spine.

Mark slowed to turn left onto a single lane road as they continued up the mountainside. They passed several vacation homes in a variety of styles before approaching a hidden driveway off to the right side of the road.

He pulled into the narrow asphalt driveway that was paved with bull pine, buckwheat, and large shrubs for a mile on either side. Blain's father was keen on privacy, so it didn't surprise Mark that he bought a massive piece of mountainside land only for a mile of it to be woodlands and a tar driveway.

There were beds of pink and purple Musk flowers and purple columbine along the last few feet of the driveway, breaking the dreary brown and green foliage that made up the scenery from the road. The end of the asphalt wrapped around the cabin and merged back into itself, leading back to the road. It was a nightmare getting out whenever there were parties going on. But it birthed a love of 4X4 off-road antics for the guys.

The two-story Bavarian chalet sat ahead, nuzzled up against a wall of oak trees that broke around the back, offering a serene view of the crystal blue lake and the mountain range that towered over it in the distance. Thick chunks of gray stone made up the outer walls and each window was hidden under honey wood awnings that matched the door and porch. It looked like it belonged in an eighteenth-century English town.

The pine and oak trees that led the way up the driveway riddled most of the land, making it nearly impossible for the sun's rays to make their way in to destroy the shade. Only nearly. Shimmering sunlight danced on the brown shingles and wherever it could sneak through. Small animals scurried about, veering in and out of the flower beds, darting back into the dimness of the woods.

At the front of the house, on the dirt yard, sat a black jeep.

"Oh, it looks like Roxie and uh..." Casey snapped her fingers, as if trying desperately to remember who Mark's best friend was. "Blain," she blurted, "...are already here."

Mark flicked his eyes. He hated when she acted petty over Blain. She always complained about how his arrogance made her want to slap the spit out of his mouth. But Mark thought Blain's pompous attitude was entertaining. Mark tried to get her to see that too. But he gave up when he decided he didn't care about what she thought about anything anymore.

They climbed the wooden steps and the arched Victorian door flung open. Roxie appeared, wielding a bottle of white wine and a big smile.

Kyla Ross is a horror, thriller, and dark fiction writer from Detroit, Michigan. She posts suspense and horror flash fiction on her blog at kyrobooks.com and is the author of a gruesome, suspenseful short story series titled A Trinity of Wicked Tales and an erotic thriller novel titled When We Swing—An Erotic Thriller. Kyla’s extreme horror novel, Hotel Holly, will be released fall 2017.

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A Change in View by Freya Barker- Release Blitz with Excerpt

8/18/2017

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Title: A Change of View

Series: The Northern Lights Collection

Author: Freya Barker

Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone

Release Date: August 16, 2017 Cover Designer: Rebel Edit & Design

What if one morning you look in the mirror and no longer recognize the person looking back?

When Leelo can no longer identify herself by the roles that once defined her, it's both terrifying and liberating. Oh, she feels the loss, the grief, and then the anger, but when she inherits property up north, she jumps at the promise of freedom and independence.

Yet not everyone in her new community is what they seem, starting with the surly mountain man down the road.

As owner of the local fishing lodge, Roar is content with his everyday life. And the older he gets, the less he appreciates change. So when a blue-haired, tattooed ‘city girl’ moves into the old motel, shaking up his daily routine, he’s none too pleased.

Still, something about the woman’s easy smile and almost reckless grit has him step up as her keeper.

I slap my thigh where a mosquito just bit me. I wipe at another one that lands on my arm, and pretty soon the buzzing is loud around my head, and I’m frantically waving my hand around my face. A blood-sucking army is out tonight, and I scramble to my feet, snatch up the now empty bottle, and hustle toward the sanctuary of my house.My heart lodges in my throat when I see a figure detach itself from the shadows of the porch.“Was wondering how long it would fucking take before you came running.”I bend over, gasping to get air in my lungs, when I hear the voice.“I swear, Riordan Doyle…one day you’ll be the death of me.”“Not what I had in mind,” he chuckles easily, as he grabs my arm, drags me inside, and out of the way of the charging mosquitoes.“What are you doing here?” I ask, as he takes the bottle from my hand, sets it on the counter, and pulls me into my living room. There he drops down on the threadbare couch and tugs me down beside him. “I thought you went home?”“I did,” he confirms, throwing his arm over my shoulder and tugging me to his chest. “And I was just putting my feet up on the coffee table when I realized I didn’t want to be there.”“No?”“No,” he repeats. “Couldn’t relax. Started thinking about this…thing…between us. And you know what? Waiting for the right time is for the fucking birds.”“It is?”“It absolutely fucking is,” he says with conviction, curving his free hand along my jaw and turning my face toward him.His hazel eyes are almost black in the scarce light of my living room, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming my features before settling on my lips.“I’m thinking right now sounds like the right time.”I can feel the deep rumble of his voice down to my toes, and my own drops a few octaves lower as well.“You do?” I mutter breathlessly as his head bends down.It’s clear from my distinctly unimaginative responses that my brain cells have signed off for the day. I’m starting to sound like a goddamn parrot, but Roar doesn’t give me time to linger on that thought. His mouth is already on mine and his tongue is demanding entry.One moment I’m tucked beside him on the couch, and the next I’m on my back, Roar’s heavy frame covering me, his lips still firmly fused to mine. Good God the man can kiss.

Freya Barker inspires with her stories about 'real’ people, perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy. She is the author of the Cedar Tree Series and the Portland, ME, novels.

Freya is the recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None,” and is a finalist for the 2016 Kindle Book Awards for “From Dust”. She currently has two complete series and three anthologies published, and is working on two new series; La Plata County FBI—ROCK POINT, and Northern Lights. She continues to spin story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!

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Wild Card by Karina Halle- Blog Tour

8/18/2017

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Wild Card, an all-new contemporary STANDALONE by New York Times Bestselling author Karina Halle is available NOW!!!

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Wild Card is a standalone novel and the first book in the North Ridge Trilogy about rough and rugged Canadian mountain men, the Nelson brothers. Canada’s never felt so hot.

She swore she’d never go back home.

She swore she’d never see the man who broke her all those years ago.

But you don’t always get to choose your path.

And sometimes that path is as wild and rugged as the heart.

Rachel Waters thought she saw the last of the small mountain town of North Ridge, British Columbia, when she left six years ago. But while her advertising career blossomed beneath the skyscrapers of Toronto, her mother’s sudden illness has the 26-year old returning to North Ridge to care for her, putting her career on hold while dealing with family secrets, regrets and unresolved goodbyes.

Shane Nelson has always been a bit of a wild card. The youngest of three brothers, Shane’s spent most of his life being underestimated and misunderstood. With his quiet intensity, classic good looks and thoughtful demeanor, he’s an enigma on horseback, managing his father’s sprawling ranch on the slopes of North Ridge.

But while Shane remains the quintessential brooding cowboy, complete with an arsenal of inner demons, all of that changes when Rachel steps back into his life.

She was the girl he pushed away.

Now she’s the girl who wishes she could leave.

Despite the odds, Shane will do everything to convince Rachel he needs a second chance that he doesn’t deserve but when the two of them head off into the wilderness together in search of lost cattle, more than just their hearts are at stake.

Whether it's love or lives on the line, one thing is for sure: always bet on the wild card.

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Stripping Her Defenses by Amanda Adams- Pre-Order Blitz with Excerpt & Giveaway

8/18/2017

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Today we have the teaser reveal for Stripping Her Defenses by Amanda Adams! Check it out and preorder your copy today!

Title: Stripping Her Defenses

Author: Amanda Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 15^th

About Stripping Her Defenses:

Regret is a strange thing…sometimes it drops a man to his knees. But sometimes it’s more like a slow drip poison. I’ve only ever regretted two things in my life. Walking away from her was one of them...

Duty? Honor? Love? After ten years in the military, they all mean nothing to Daniel, nothing but pain. He's home now, but war—and the secrets that followed him—hold him in an unrelenting grip. It’s dangerous to fall in love, dangerous to believe the past will stay buried where it can’t hurt the people around him, where it can’t hurt her.

But one look at Chloe and he remembers a time when all he worried about was getting his hands on her. Does he deserve a second chance? Hell no. But he's got a new mission now: Strip every single one of Chloe's defenses and win back her heart. He'll use any means necessary to seduce her. And when the past comes calling, he’ll stop at nothing to protect her. Because when he's on a mission, he always gets his mark.

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Regret is a strange thing. It can be powerful, so crippling it will knock a man to his knees, or so soft and insidious it’s like a slow-drip poison in the mind.

On any given day, I feel both sensations. Not for the decision I made, but for what it cost every single one of the men on the team that day. The truth changed each of us. Not one of us, had we known, would choose to bear this burden. But now that we’ve seen behind the magic curtain, it’s too late to go back. Troy is gone.

And since time travel isn’t an option...

My six years of war have ended, and I don’t feel like I belong in a suburban home, any more than I belong in this strange echo of a previous life I am destined to live. But now I’m home, back in Texas, with my sister making a fuss upstairs and everything I own in a handful of boxes on her basement floor. The house, the town, the sights and the sounds; none of it has changed, but I have. I could never be the same man I’d been when I left. Standing here, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and the smell of the neighbor’s barbecue filling the air of my sister’s immaculate, 100 year old craftsman style home with a porch that seems to stretch for miles, Americana reigns. I half expect a little girl named Betty June to ride up on her Schwinn bicycle, sporting pigtails and bobbysocks, to sell me a ticket to an ice cream social. I am so far removed from what happened in that cave in the mountains of Afghanistan that I should be relieved. Happy. Content.

Not haunted by the ghost of a man the entire world believes to be dead. It’s not his fault, but I resent him, just a little, for the weight of the secret we all now carry. Then again, I can walk down the street, eat at a restaurant and drive a car without constantly looking over my shoulder. It’s hard to hate a guy, a good man who can never go home again, when he has a target on his back.

“Daniel, are all of the boxes out of the truck?” My sister Sara’s voice echoes down the stairway, to the harsh surfaces of the finished basement as I bend over the last box, squinting to read the handwriting on the lid. The words looked something like “Iesh,” which probably meant they were Josh’s things. No one can read his handwriting without a magic de-coder ring.

“Yeah, I got the last of them,” I call out. Everything I own is in this room, and some things I wish I didn’t. The package that arrived yesterday from Italy with no return address? I haven’t opened it yet. I know who it’s from and I know what it will bring to my life. Chaos. Risk. Secrets. More secrets.

Shoving it into the bottom of my duffel bag, I head back up the ancient wood stairs. Painted lime green and scuffed from years of footfalls, they creak with every step.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Sara brushes her hands on her jeans then crosses her arms while she awaits my ascent. “I guess the nice thing about you military guys is that you don’t have a ton of stuff lying around.”

“That’s one way to look at it.” I left everything behind. Most of the stuff on the floor downstairs had been in storage the last few years, since the day I shipped out. I’m not even sure I’ll open the boxes. Everything I need to survive is in my oversized duffel bag next to the bed.

Everything I need to survive, and the one secret that might cost me everything, including the one woman I’ve never been able to forget.

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Today we have the cover reveal for Speed by BB Easton! Check it out and pre-order your copy before release day on September 11th!

Title: SPEED Author: BB Easton Genre: New Adult Romance Release Day: September 11^th

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Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her bestselling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy standalone! SPEED is the second book in the 44 Chapters spin-off series—a gritty, taboo love triangle overflowing with dark humor and tangible teen angst. It is based on a true story. After her possessive, psychopathic, rage-fueled ex, Knight, joins the Marines, sixteen-year-old BB is left trying, and failing, to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. It isn't until she meets Harley James—an easy-going, tattooed mechanic with a face as angelic as his habits are sinful—that she learns how to live again. How to laugh again. But will she learn to love again? Over Knight’s dead body.

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When I woke up on my sixteenth birthday, I didn’t leap out of bed to go get my driver’s license. I wasn’t thinking about the appointment I had to buy my first car that afternoon—a car that I’d been saving for since the day I turned fifteen and was legally able to work. I didn’t give two shits about going to the mall, or opening presents, or eating a fucking piece of fucking cake. All I wanted for my birthday was to sleep through it, because whenever I was awake, so was my gnawing, soul-crushing pain. I could feel it chewing through the lining of my stomach, devouring my once bubbly personality, sucking the energy from my bones like marrow, swallowing my will to live. Being eaten alive hurt. Being awake hurt. Being asleep didn’t. I reluctantly opened my eyes and glanced over at the nightstand. The red numbers on the clock announced that I’d slept past noon again. The blueberry muffin sitting next to it with a candle shoved haphazardly in the top told me that my mom must have come in and tried to wake me up. My wide-open blinds—which were letting in an obscene amount of summer sun—let me know that she’d tried more than once. And that little white pill and glass of water on my nightstand? Well those only pissed me off. I sat up and squinted at the assorted bullshit on the table until I spotted my pack of Camel Lights. Swinging my spindly legs over the edge of the mattress, I reached past the food and water, opting for poison instead. I lit a cigarette and waited for that comforting, calming first inhalation to do its thing, but even smoking had become joyless. Just like everything else, I was going through the motions. Hand to mouth. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. I ashed my cigarette in an empty Altoids tin on the nightstand and stared at the pill my mother had left for me—the tiny white hope that had turned out to be just another disappointment. I picked it up and inspected it. If it hadn't had the word PROZAC stamped on the side of it I would have assumed they’d just been giving me Tic Tacs. That shit did nothing. Nothing but mute the vibrant colors of my world to a dirty, dull gray. Instead of my feelings being a violent riot of bitter, angry crimsons, churning, crashing ceruleans, and blinking, cautionary yellows, my inner world was now as gray as the cloud of smoke that hung four feet above the floor and three feet below the ceiling in my bedroom. As gray as my skin, where it draped between my ribs and puddled in the hollows of my cheeks and eye sockets. As gray as the fading knight tattoo on the inside of my wedding ring finger. I threw the glorified breath mint across the room and listened to the plink, plink, plink sound it made as it bounced off the wall, onto my “desk”—which was just two filing cabinets and an old door that my mom had scrounged up at Goodwill and spray painted black—and landed in a heap of shiny army-green nylon on the floor. My chest felt as if someone had come up behind me and yanked the laces on an invisible corset. Tears stabbed at the corners of my eyes as images began flashing, unbidden, behind them. Images of a skinhead standing behind me at my locker, sliding an army-green flight jacket up my arms and over my shoulders to warm my perma-chilled skin. Images of his smile when he turned me around to admire the fit. I’d never seen him smile before. Not like that. Making him do it again soon became my reason for getting out of bed every morning. Now what reason did I have? Knight was gone. All I had left was his stupid fucking jacket.

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BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.

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From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes a sexy, new standalone contemporary romance in her Fusion Series, THE BEAUTY OF US, releasing August 22, 2017! Order your copy today and get to know Trevor and Riley!

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