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Release Date: December 15, 2019 Cover Designer: Vanilla Lily SynopsisWhen Emma Grant caught her boyfriend cheating just days before Christmas, she hatched a plan with her best friend to escape for the holidays. But her getaway wasn’t quite what she’d thought it would be as a record-breaking blizzard chased her up into the mountains of Tennessee where she found herself stranded in a one-bedroom cabin with a man she’d never met. That gorgeous guy just might bring her a magical Christmas—and a happily ever after—beyond her wildest dreams.GoodreadsExcerptThe sun had gone down, and the huge snowflakes I’d seen in the parking lot were nothing compared to what appeared to be a whiteout. It wasn’t quite that bad—I could still see thirty or forty feet in front of my SUV but not well. A four-hour drive had turned into six, and I had no idea when I’d reach the town limits. My cell phone had chirped more times than I could count, but I was too afraid to take my eyes off the road or my hands off the wheel to see who it was. I could only imagine it was Cole, or worse, his cousin. It was late, and the guy didn’t even know me. I hoped to God he was a night owl; otherwise, he was likely pretty angry. When I thought I’d just pull over and take my chances on the side of the road until the sun came up, I came around a curve and the lights of civilization burned through the white blanket in the sky, a haze making them almost ethereal. I’d never been so excited to see a Chevron and McDonald’s in my life. I made my way to the golden arches and pulled into a space right outside their door to call JD. I’d missed forty- seven text messages from Cole and had six voicemails. There were two calls from a number I didn’t recognize until I looked at the text Cole had sent me with his cousin’s contact information. It took longer than I hoped to read through all of the messages my best friend had sent, starting from silly to angry and then downright paranoid—all with weather warnings that would have been helpful an hour earlier than they’d come. I decided to deal with Cole after I returned his cousin’s calls since JD was the one waiting for me. But his number went straight to voicemail. If I’d just listened to the messages he’d left, I wouldn’t still be sitting here. I would have realized that he was at the cabin, waiting for my arrival to let me in and give me the keys. I wouldn’t say that he sounded angry, but I doubted I was one of his favorite people right about now; however, that could just be my being overly optimistic. Before I got back on the road, I sent Cole a message, telling him I had another five miles to go, and then I tossed my cell phone back into the seat. If I thought the trek I’d just made was bad, it was nothing compared to the last few miles of my journey. The road hung off the side of a mountain, and it was paved in ice. For a girl who’d never driven in snow, this was the worst adventure of my life. All I wanted to do was get inside where it was warm and down a bottle of wine to calm my frazzled nerves. But when GPS indicated I’d arrived at my destination, there was no destination to be found—just a winter wonderland that stretched on as far as the eye could see, which admittedly wasn’t all that far at the moment. I assumed the driveway was on one side of the mailbox, I just wasn’t sure which side. As I sat there, pressing the brakes, I started to slide and realized the time for debating had come to an abrupt halt. I turned the wheel to the right and prayed I’d taken the driveway toward—something. Indeed, I had. Just as the SUV went perpendicular to the main road, the driveway dipped into a steep incline that ended at a quaint little chalet. Smoke came from the chimney, and one or two of the lights glowed from the front windows. And as lovely as that scene was, it was trumped by the fact that my car was sliding straight down the hill and into what looked like a very expensive GMC truck. There was nowhere to go. The house barely clung to the side of a mountain, and on the other side was nothing but a cliff leading to a valley. In a split second, I had to decide—the truck’s death or my own. I prayed the owner of that black machine would forgive me as I slammed into the tailgate. The seatbelt pulled tight against my chest as my body lurched forward in opposition. That muted sound of metal crunching metal pierced the night air, and by the time I’d finally stopped moving, I had an audience of one, and “Jingle Bells” played on my car horn that my arm rested against. I’d bet money the giant looming off to my right with his hands planted firmly on his hips was none other than JD. And it was just my luck, JD was nothing like Cole and every bit a man who’d tease my dreams. Dark hair, broad shoulders, and a tic in his strong jaw that I could see from here. For the second time in less than eight hours, I tried to hold on to my wounded pride and lifted my arm from the horn so the music wouldn’t keep ringing into the night.
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Landon & Shay: Part Two, the not to be missed conclusion of the Landon and Shay duet by Brittainy C. Cherry, is available now! Get your binge on with this must-read enemies to lovers, second chance romance! Landon & Shay: Part Two, the not to be missed conclusion of the Landon and Shay duet by Brittainy C. Cherry, is available now! Get your binge on with this must-read enemies to lovers, second chance romance!
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a boy.
A beautiful, broken boy who had his own world of struggles.
People warned me against our love, but I didn't listen.
We looked weak.
Young, foolish.
Dangerously in love.
We didn't care.
In order to keep our hearts protected from the opinions of others, we became each other’s secret.
We shared stolen moments. Tender touches. Secretive embraces. It was our twisted love story, and it worked for us up until our lives changed forever.
The boy I loved became Hollywood’s newest golden boy.
His career blossomed as mine stalled.
He found massive success as I discovered multiple failures.
He made something of himself, while my dreams never came true.
We moved into different realms where our pieces no longer fit together.
In the fairy tales, love conquered all.
In reality, love was the main reason empires began to fall.
I always knew Landon belonged in my story.
He was my beginning, middle, and end.
The only problem? I wasn’t certain I still belonged in his.
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4.5 Heart Review by Ashley
My heart is so full after finishing Landon & Shay's story. However, in true Brittainy C. Cherry fashion, my heart took a beating before it could heal. This book was such an emotional roller coaster that I found myself physically rubbing at my chest to ease the ache. I loved how much both Shay and Landon grew in this book. How they chased their dreams even when it lead them further and further apart. How they yearned for the love that was missing. How they tried to move on. How they couldn't. But most of all, and stay with me because this is going to sound weird, I liked how they failed. That they were human. That they stumbled. That they got back up and healed. This book touches on some hard topics with compassion and grace. While my heart bled for Shay and Landon and their pain it was a necessary evil. They had to work through all of their issues, their pasts, their pain. Once again, and I shouldn't be surprised at this point, Brittainy C. Cherry blew me away. Landon & Shay was emotional. The journey these characters took to finding and embracing and accepting love with each other was touching on another level. And that ending...be still my heart. It was pure perfection.
Excerpt: Shay“Oh my gosh, tell us everything.” Raine beamed as she sat across from Landon at the dining room table with her chin on her hands in amazement. “Tell me everything about being famous.” That privacy I thought Landon and I would get? Not going to happen with Raine living in the same place as me. She was so giddy seeing her best friend, and I couldn’t blame her. I was just as excited—even more so than her. Landon looked so good, so grown-up. He had facial hair that was groomed to perfection, and he smelled like sex appeal and honey. Since he’d arrived, I hadn’t allowed myself to be far from his side. I sat in the chair next to him, and he hadn’t removed his hand from my thigh, massaging it up and down. “I’m not famous.” Landon chuckled, giving Raine a smile. “I honestly don’t know what’s been happening to me, or why it’s been happening to me, but I feel like I’ll one day wake up and it will all be a dream.” “You know what I hate?” Raine asked, crinkling her nose up. “What’s that?” Landon replied. “When really famous people claim they aren’t famous. That’s like when rich kids are like ‘Oh, I’m not rich, my parents are.’ Like, shut up, Susan. You can’t say you’re not rich while driving your Mercedes Benz wearing your Gucci shoes. That’s not how that works.” I chuckled at my dramatic friend. “She is right, though. You are famous, Landon. The world has seen your tushy in boxer briefs. That’s the top layer of fame.” “And what a cute little tushy-wushy it is,” Raine mocked, leaning over to pinch his cheeks. “I’m a proud big sister.” “For the millionth time, I’m older than you, Raine,” Landon remarked. “By age, not by maturity.” She darted her eyes back and forth between the two of us. Then her stare moved to Landon’s hand caressing my upper thigh. “Is this about to get a little PG-13? Should I leave?” “You should probably leave,” I joked. She nodded in agreement. “Okay, well, don’t make plans tomorrow night, Landon. We’re going to have everyone over for a reunion. Now, go do whatever it is you’re planning to do, you two lovebirds—but remember, these walls are thin, and my bedroom is right next door to Shay’s.” I laughed. “I know, and I’m reminded of how thin the walls are every time Hank stays the night.” She gave me a smile and a wink. “We broke the headboard the other night.” Landon jumped in. “And I think that falls into the realm of too much information. I don’t want to think about Hank and you banging and breaking headboards. You are like a big sister to me, after all.” Raine walked around and patted him on the back. “You’re old enough to know that your sister gets laid, Landon—at least four times a week in many different positions.” “Raine,” Landon groaned, slapping his hand to his face. “Too much information.” “I bet you won’t think it’s too much information when Shay breaks out some of the moves from the Kama Sutra book I gave her. Good night, kiddos.” She hurried off, and Landon was staring at me with a highly arched eyebrow. “What?” I asked. “What’s this about a Kama Sutra book?” His lips curved up into a wicked grin. I rolled my eyes. “It’s nothing. Raine is just a sex-driven girl. She said she and Hank needed to spice things up after being together so long.” “I like spice. Spice is my favorite thing. What are some of the names of the moves in the book? What are we trying tonight?” I felt my face heating up from the idea of it all. “None.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh crap. You’ve really read this book, haven’t you?” “What? No. Not at all.” He smirked and pointed a finger. “You have one on the tip of your tongue. I can tell. Do share.” “Well…” I pulled the collar of my shirt between my lips and shrugged. “There is this thing called the butterfly.” The way his eyes smiled along with his lips made my cheeks heat even more. He rose to his feet. “Come on, let’s go. I’m going to butterfly the hell out of you.”
About Brittainy Author Brittainy C. Cherry is an Amazon #1 bestselling author. She has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelor Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing. Her novels have been published in 18+ countries around the world. Brittainy lives in Brookfield, Wisconsin with her fur babies. Connect with Brittainy Facebook: http://bit.ly/2Fc8izo Twitter: http://bit.ly/2Oe1m8V Instagram: http://bit.ly/2Fltnc1 Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Fk2jKg GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2ThAciJ Join Brittainy’s Golden Girls (And Boys) Reader Group: http://bit.ly/2Y4WEir Stay up to date with Brittainy by joining her mailing list: http://bit.ly/2oK1voU https://bcherrybooks.com
SHANE MILLER SLEEP DIARY:
Went to bed at: Late.
How long it took to fall asleep: Forever. I have insomnia. Duh.
Number of caffeinated beverages you had consumed: Zero. Thanks for advising me to quit!
My stress level is off the charts.
I can’t sleep right on a normal day, and lately my days are filled with the best kind of chaos.
My ex-wife and husband number two are filming in Poland for three months,
so I’m turning down movie parts to focus on the most important role of my life—
impossibly charming and somewhat capable young single dad.
My son won’t stop asking questions.
My daughter won’t brush her teeth unless I sing her showtunes.
Our regular nanny quit.
The only person I could trust to hire as a temp nanny is my best friend’s sister.
If Mary Poppins and Bill Murray had a baby it would be Willa.
Fresh out of grad school and beautifully weird.
She hates my movies, and my kids adore her.
I couldn’t sleep last night because she wasn’t here.
Turns out I can’t sleep unless she’s in my house now.
Turns out she’s what’s been missing from my life all along.
If my friend had any idea what I want to do to his gorgeous troublemaker of a sister,
he would smother me with a pillow.
The chances of us succeeding as a couple are about as good as that little indie movie
that I made being a huge hit.
But it’s a chance I’m going to take.
Shane and I just stare at each other for a few seconds and then laugh. “You wanna go ‘get a green juice or something’ too? I can sit here and drink coffee by myself. It’s fine.” “I don’t think green juice is what I need right now.” “Oh yeah? What do you need?” “A three-day nap.” “Have you always had insomnia?” He shrugs. “Off and on since…since right before I got married, actually.” He says it as if he’s just realizing this now. Interesting. “And you need a nanny now because…” “Because the regular nanny quit on Friday, so I have the kids while Margo and her husband are shooting a movie in Poland for a few months. I’m taking time off from work so I can be with the kids, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I can barely function. The weekend was okay, but I almost didn’t get them to school on time today.” Poor guy. This is a man who’s led a charmed life. He’s not used to feeling overwhelmed and out of sorts. I look down at his hands, both of them holding on to his cup of decaf coffee. He needs so much more than caffeine to wake him up right now. “Have you ever had your palm read before?” He quirks a brow at me. “No. Have you?” “Yes. By a woman in Versailles.” She told me that I met the love of my life before I was in high school. “I’m pretty sure everything she said was a crock of shit, but she was very charming and convincing.” I can’t tell from his expression if he’s a cynic or not. “Let me see your right hand.” I hold out both of my hands, palms up. “Wait a minute,” he says, smirking and cocking his head to one side. “Are you the charming and convincing crock-of-shit palm reader from Versailles?” “The grandmother of the family I boarded with taught me a few tricks.” I beckon him with the fingers of my outstretched hands. He pushes his coffee aside and stretches his hand across the table without hesitation. Surprising. I take his hand in mine and examine the shape of it. I am fully aware that this would play out very differently if we were at a bar instead of a supermarket and if my brother were half a world away instead of at some counter inside the store, chatting up a hot chick. I am also aware that the last thing I should be doing is pulling out the party trick I’ve employed to flirt with guys who are either too pretty or too shy to make the first move. But I guess this is what’s happening. His hand. Oh Lord, his hand. The texture of his skin is not quite rough and not exactly smooth. It feels good. “You’re down-to-earth, but you’re also sensitive.” “Am I?” I turn his hand over to press my thumbs into his palm. It’s firm and resilient. “You’re very practical and hard-working.” “And you’re still kinda weird, huh?” “Am I?” His skin has a pinkish hue. I bet his penis is really pretty. “Well, the lack of sleep isn’t affecting your overall health. That’s good.” He’s loving and supportive. Margo Quincey is a fucking idiot for letting this guy go. “Oh, you have a square palm.” “What does that mean? I’m good at opening square jars?” “It confirms that you have good energy and you’re a hard-worker. You don’t mind a challenge.” His long fingers are capable and sexy, and I want them on my body. Shit. “You’re responsible and you finish what you start.” I want these fingers inside me. Fuck. “This is your heart line,” I say, tracing the major line across the top of his palm with my fingertip. It’s long and strong. I want to see him wrap this hand around his cock, and I want him to ram that cock into me. He could really give it to me good. Goddammit, what is wrong with me? “This tells me something about your emotional life.” “Oh yeah? What’s it telling you?” His heart line is curved. Shit, it’s really curved. Sex is very important to this man. “I, uhhh…That’s about the extent of my palm-reading abilities. Sorry.” He pulls his beautiful hand away to rake it through his amazing hair. “Well, I learned a lot about myself, thanks.” I place my hands at the edge of the table in front of me and push myself against the back of my chair. This is a passionate man who will stop at nothing to make a woman come, and I can’t be that woman and I need to shift gears. “So, are you doing an ad for hair products later today or what?” “No, I’m not.” “Then why do you look like that?” “Like this?” He points to his perfectly tousled hair. “I literally wake up with awesome hair every day. I couldn’t make it look bad if I tried.” “That’s kind of annoying.” “I know, but to be fair, it’s my only annoying quality.” “Unless one considers the inability to select a decent movie to star in a quality.” Shit. Too far. I’m going too far in the other direction. And yet, he seems totally unoffended. “Once again, to be fair, that’s just my inability to fire my agents for encouraging me to do those mainstream movies that pay me millions of dollars so I can feed my children.” “And you couldn’t possibly feed your children with money earned from films that don’t star former wrestlers? I’m curious—do you even read the scripts before you agree to make these movies?” Oh my God, Willa, he’s a nice dad who is exhausted and he really needs your help. Don’t be a dick. Where’s my idiot brother? I need to shift gears again. And Shane Miller needs to stop staring at my mouth or I’m going to fling myself across this table and never stop kissing him.
Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring had a fifteen-year career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn't allowed to write about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.
BOHEMIAN GIRL (Southern Girl Series #1) by Georgia Cates
Release Date: December 5th
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Blurb:
A faceless name.
That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her.
And then the unexpected happened. We met.
I yearn for her skin against mine.
I crave her scent on my body.
I want to make her laugh and then moan.
And I do… in secret.
I promised my business partner I wouldn’t touch his sister.
But I broke that promise.
Our little dirty weekends together are no longer enough.
I want my bohemian girl in my bed every night.
She wants a ring, marriage vows, and babies
… all things that I can’t give her.
Our romance is explosive.
Our love, epic.
Our ending, miserable… unless I bend. If I don’t bend, I’ll break. 
About the Author:
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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Beautifully Broken Control, an all new emotional small-town romance with a dash of suspense, in the Sutter Lake Series from Catherine Cowles, is coming February 18th and we have the gorgeous cover!
A woman trying to rebuild her life. Kennedy is doing all she can to escape, to prove that she’s not the monster her father was. A simple life of peace and service is all she needs. A man haunted by a past he can’t forget. Cain has buried his demons under layers of control and success. The only thing he needs is his company and his solitude. Certainly not a woman with captivating green eyes filled with ghosts so similar to his own. He’s a reminder of the life she’s left behind. And she’s a threat to his tightly guarded control. As sparks fly between them, they discover that what they might need most is each other. But with pasts like theirs . . . you never know when darkness might descend.
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Title: Play Me
Authors: Ker Dukey & K Webster
Genre: Steamy Kinky Romance Novella
Release Date: December 3, 2019
    
  From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, dark, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection!
I meet many women in my line of work.
Play many roles and create elaborate scenes specific to satisfying their darkest desires.
Making fantasy a reality is what I do.
And I do it well.
But nothing could have prepared me for her.
Timid, beautiful, broken Quinn Washington.
She came to me with a specific fantasy.
One that needed extreme caution.
Dangerous and forbidden.
Indulging in fantasies can heal you from the darkness of reality.
As I stripped back her layers, I found more than either of us bargained for.
She wants something only I can give.
And there’s no way in hell I’ll deny her of it.
This is a steamy, but dark, kinky romance! A perfect combination of dark and sexy you can devour in one sitting! You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon!
 Play Me by Ker DukeyMy rating: 4 of 5 stars These two authors alone are phenomenal and together they are explosive. I loved how this short book hooked me from beginning to end. It was one of those books that had everything packed in really good in such a short book but it didn't miss a beat or beat around the bush. It got down to the nitty gritty. The characters were a strong combination, even after everything that Quinn has gone through, she has some major triggers and she thinks the only way to go about getting over them is by going to the sex club Hush where anything and everything goes and she thinks this is the place that can get her to overcome hear fears. I loved Quinn, even though she has issues and demons she needs to fight she still feels strongly about the kinky world. She wants to play rough with someone and who better than Joshua to help her overcome all these fears she has. One short steamy book that will have you hooked. 4.5 Stars 
 
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