Title: Moments in Time
Series: Camp Bexley #2
Author: K.K. Allen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 24, 2022
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Jamison Bexley was the one who got away.
If only I hadn’t pushed him.
Seven years ago, he was my everything.
My confidant.
My safe haven.
My best friend.
However, dating was never an option.
Not when his eyes gravitated toward every girl in town but me.
That is, until the curse of bad timing found us both… and struck.
All it took was one night.
One big mistake.
Altering everything we could ever be.
I’m still paying for my sins all these years later.
Life has been downright cruel.
I’m working countless hours trying to hold onto the pieces of my shattered dreams.
Determined that nothing will keep me from my end-goal.
Until Jamison struts back into our small town and gets a first-hand glimpse of my life.
Suddenly, he wants to be my knight in shining armor.
But I don’t need a savior.
Those moments in time are long gone.
And he’s about to realize why.
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3.5 Heart Review by AshleyI am a sucker for a good second-chance romance and Moments in Time was just that. K.K. Allen got me square in the chest right from the start and the emotional ride didn't stop the whole way through. I admired Violet for her resiliency and sacrifice. In doing whatever it took to take back her life on her own terms and be able to provide for her son. Too bad her past, in the form of her ex best friend, Jamison, kept showing up. I liked how he gave her the space to come to him and open up about what actually happened to tear them apart in the past. And let me tell you, those two 'friends' were always so much more than they would admit to the other. I will say that I wanted a little bit more of Jamison and Violet and Brayden bonding together. Other than that I'm looking forward to seeing these two enjoy their love as this series moves forward. 
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I lean back against his chest while I grind against him. “Tell me how it feels for you.” His lips fall to my ear, and he whispers, “Familiar.” The instant the word is out of his mouth, my heart thumps chaotically against my ribcage because I know exactly why he would say that. “Tell me you remember that night after senior prom.” His words are so soft and airy, they tickle my neck and linger there for a long beat before he speaks again. “We were all camping out in the woods, and you and I had decided to share our own tent.” Heat billows through my body at the memory. “Everyone was having the loudest sex. We were trying not to laugh,” I add. “You were trying not to laugh,” he says. “That’s right.” My cheeks heat. “Because I was muffling you.” “So I started tickling you.” “And we started wrestling.” My skin is scorching, thanks to the very vivid memory. I remember that night well, not because of what happened between us in that tent but because Jami was the only one who had asked me to our senior prom. Heartbroken, I told Jami I wasn’t going, and that was when he asked me. It ended up being one of the best nights of my life. “You were wearing that sexy little red tube dress.” His tone becomes raspy with his words. “You had stripped down to your boxer briefs.” His nose grazes my cheek. “And you had a— what’d you call it again?” “A wardrobe malfunction.” He chuckles with his next groan. “Yeah, that’s it. Your tits came bouncing out, and I couldn’t stop staring.” There’s a whirring in my chest as I sneak a look at him. “And I let you.” He sighs as his eyes flutter closed then back open. “I wanted you to look. I wanted you to do more than look.” My mind fogs as I continue to move for Jami while imagining myself right back in that tent with him. Back when there was still the possibility of something more. I still remember the shock that lit up his face when my tube top slipped down. He had my hands pinned behind my head and his knees between my thighs when it happened. Just like that, my bare breasts and hard nipples were the focus of his attention. He looked so hungry sitting there, his tongue sliding around his lips so slowly I thought I might die if he didn’t kiss me. But it wasn’t my lips he leaned down to kiss. When he lowered his head, the movement was so still that I knew it was on purpose. He was asking for permission without actually saying the words. I had plenty of time to push him away, to tell him no, to pull my top back up before we laughed it off like it never happened. I swear, a chorus erupted in a rendition of Hallelujah when his mouth finally touched down. A warm breeze from his heavy breathing hit my nipple first, creating an ache between my thighs. His lips grazed me next, causing my entire body to shiver beneath him. But when he took my nipple into his mouth, sucked, and started flicking it with his tongue, my need for relief was so intense that all I could do was work my hips to rub against him. Coming back to the present, I still feel like I’m floating somewhere in between. “You’re so big for me,” I croak out to him. “Just like you were in that tent.” He lets out a desperate breath in my ear. “You didn’t believe me when I told you to keep grinding on my cock until you came.” “So I told you I wanted to test your theory. You gripped my waist and moved with me.” “I was hitting you as deep as I could, but our underwear was in the way.” He’s right. Neither of us had dared remove another layer. We were both virgins, and still just friends despite all the time we spent together and the number of intimate moments we had shared in the past. It had been an unspoken agreement that we didn’t cross that line even though we were steadily approaching the point of no return. “You flipped us so I could ride you. Remember that?” I use that opportunity to flip myself around so we’re face to face. I continue my rocking, the friction sparking my core. “It felt so good when I finally came. Like fireworks were shooting off in my body.” His mouth parts slightly. “I wanted to be inside of you so fucking bad that night.” “I wanted that too.” I’m so lost in him, in us, in the past, that I almost forgot my mission. I was going to tease him until he was close to climax and then abandon him to teach him never to come back to my place of work again. But I don’t know if I can do that anymore. Not when these feelings I’ve kept buried for so long keep rising to the surface. “Still do.” Pain lances across his face, my words striking him deeply. “Let me touch you, Vi. Where can I touch you?” His words—an ice-cold bath of reality—hit me hard. This moment we’re sharing isn’t special like the one we once had together. This one is muddled with present-day confusion, painful secrets, and dark desires. I’m wearing a mask, for fuck’s sake. And we’re on camera. This isn’t real. With my heart beating triple its normal speed, I seize all movement and slide off his lap. “Time’s up.” 
K.K. Allen is a USA Today bestselling and award-winning author who writes heartfelt and inspirational contemporary romance stories. K.K. graduated from the University of Washington with an Interdisciplinary Arts and Sciences degree and currently resides in central Florida with her ridiculously handsome little dude who owns her heart. K.K. published her first contemporary romance, Up in the Treehouse, in 2016 which went on to win the Romantic Times 2016 Reviewers' Choice Award for Best New Adult Book of the Year. With K.K.'s love for inspirational and coming of age stories involving heartfelt narratives and honest emotions, you can be assured to always be surprised by what K.K. releases next.
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Title: Blackjack
Series: Manchester Chapter
Untamed Sons MC #2
Author: Jessica Ames
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 24, 2022
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Blackjack
As Vice President of the Manchester chapter of the Untamed Sons, I have one job—to stand at my president’s side. That’s what I’ve done since we came here to expand our territory. I’m always on the lookout for trouble, but I never expected to find her in a casino in my home patch. She looked sweet, innocent, then she took me for everything I had. I’m a gambling man but that night I played my cards wrong and lost. I never expected to see her again, but when she turns up at the clubhouse telling me her life is in danger I have to put our past behind to save her.
Elyse
Robbing a member of an MC isn’t my smartest plan, but I’m desperate. The man I owe money to is escalating. He’s forcing me to do things I would never have thought possible before this happened to keep me and my brother safe. Now I’m staring at a positive pregnancy test, wondering if the only person who can fix all of this is the man whose baby I’m carrying—the man I robbed.
*Warning : Contains graphic violence and dark emotional scenes that may trigger some readers. To find out more visit https://www.jessicaamesauthor.com/jessicaamestwcw
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Jessica Ames lives in a small market town in the Midlands, England. She lives with her dog and when she’s not writing, she’s playing with crochet hooks.
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 SECRET SERVICE by Tal Bauer Blog Tour Release Date: June 18, 2022 Cover Design: Angela Haddon Book Cover Design Genre: M/M Romance Trope: Bi-awakening, romantic suspense, forbidden love, secret relationship Synopsis A passionate, thrilling, and addictive standalone MM romance. President Brennan Walker captivated me from the moment I walked into his Oval Office. He’s a mystery I’m determined to unlock. I don't know what's hiding inside Brennan's gaze when he looks my way, or why black lightning keeps crashing between us. He’s a storm at midnight, a dark moon rising, trouble on the horizon. I’m on the verge of sliding into discoveries and truths that maybe I’m not ready for. I've never been with a man, but now? I'm dreaming about his bleu clair eyes and wondering what it would feel like if his lips touched mine. There’s something here, something between us, like the oxygen we’re breathing is igniting before each inhale. But he’s the president. I'm his Secret Service agent. He’s the job. He's forbidden. If we cross this line, Brennan could lose everything. I know I have to walk away. But I can't. How much are we willing to risk? And how badly will this go up in flames? ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ Secret Service is a standalone MM romance, full to the brim with passion, suspense, and forbidden pleasures. Fall in love with Special Agent Reese Theriot and President Brennan Walker... and hold on tight for the ride of your life.  Excerpt Brennan Walker had my heart in his hands from the moment I first walked into his Oval Office. There is a key to a part of my soul I never knew existed, and he holds that key inside himself. Didn’t matter that I’d never been with a man. Didn’t matter that I had never craved a man. Had never once thought about muscles moving beneath sweat-slick skin, about the scrape of stubble against my inner thigh, about the taste of a furred chest against my lips. A lit match scorched each of my nerve endings when I shook hands with President Walker a year ago. His acetylene-blue eyes locked onto mine, and I was undone. What I remember most from the day we met is the buzz in my brain, like neon lights short-circuiting when you step into a dive bar. The way time stood still, like film catching and quivering on the reel, unable to move forward. How something ripped open inside me. There are people who should not come together in this world. Reality quakes too strongly beneath the force of their love. I am no one. I am no titan, no giant walking this planet, but if my love for this man was ever tested—if ever the world tried to take him from me—I would rip the sky from the edges of this earth. This love I feel terrifies me, and it’s terrified me from the moment our gazes first locked, when the distance between our souls seemed like an impossible, unknowable divide. Human beings are not meant to carry nuclear reactors within their hearts. We didn’t meet that day so much as collide. Crashed. Set our futures and our presents and every muscle fiber of our hearts on fire. Here we are, colliding again. He backs me down the hallway from the Oval to his private study. We’re kissing like nothing in the world can stop us. My ass hits the desk edge, and he swipes the surface clean of his folders and binders. Policy briefs and the Top Secret pouch tumble to the floor. He guides me down, moaning into my mouth as my hands sink into his hair, our lips locked. Only our clothes separate us, and if I could, I’d rip them away. Feel his chest against mine, bare skin to bare skin. He’s the first man who ever kissed me. The first who buried his face in the back of my neck and sighed my name like a prayer. He’s the first man who dropped to his knees in front of me. Brennan cups my face as our kiss deepens. My hands dig into the solidity of his shoulders, hard enough to bruise. I’ve clung to them, sunk my teeth into them, buried my shouts in their broad expanse. The weight of the world rests on those shoulders, yet he’s made room for me, too. My thighs grip his hips, dragging him to me, until we’re pressed so close it’s nearly painful. His hands sweep down my sides, but he runs into my holster. His touch skirts my pistol and lands at my waist, and if we had ten more seconds, we’d be undoing each other’s belts. But we don’t have ten seconds. What we both want, we can’t have—not now. That weapon and everything it represents is in the way. My internal clock fires, a talent I’ve cultivated through years of standing watches in this White House. “Four minutes are up,” I breathe. “Time to go, mon cher.” Brennan rests his forehead against mine, our lips still touching. This is a caress now instead of a kiss, a connection we need like we need to breathe. He steps back, but I blink up at the overhead lights as I count down my pulse. We need these seconds to pack this away, come back to our cold, hard reality. We should never have met, because there’s nothing I won’t do for Brennan, and that kind of love--burn the world down, fly the black flag, you are my forever for always—is too dangerous. We are dangerous together. If I stop to really think about what I’m doing, my carefully constructed justifications and excuses and rationalizations will collapse. I’ve bargained and compromised and made deals with the devil, all so I can taste this man’s kiss and feel his skin against my own. Our stolen minutes are up. On the ground, thrown down when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, is the classified pouch, the Top-Secret, Presidential-Eyes-Only one. It’s the reason we’re here, burning these four minutes as my most trusted team of agents puts the final pieces together for one of the greatest presidential subterfuges of all time. Brennan and I have broken every rule, but not once—not once—have I let a sliver of risk through my shield that surrounds the president. He’s not just the job. He’s everything. Which is why I hate tonight’s mission more than I’ve hated any other. It claws at me, chews through my thoughts until I want to scrape my flesh from my bones. But more than that, I hate that whatever is happening, it has Brennan running raw. He’s ragged. Fracturing. His kiss tastes like desperation, and his hands are trembling as they cling to me. Why the hell does CIA Director Liu need to talk to President Walker off-site, in the middle of the night? Away from everybody, and so far off the books we’re operating in illegal margins? Whatever the reason, this meeting is so classified that no one in Brennan’s administration can know it’s happening. I’m the closest person on the planet to Brennan, and he hasn’t even told me what’s going on. Brennan is going to Langley in an SUV that will run dark. I don’t want him going anywhere without my impenetrable layers of security, but that kind of protection draws attention, and right now, he needs to go as unnoticed as possible. Usually, presidential motorcades are half a mile long, flanked on each end with motorcycle patrols blocking traffic. There are pacer cars, dummy limos, the Counter Assault Team, an ambulance, the comms wagon, electronic countermeasures sweeping the airwaves, a helicopter overwatch, and, of course, my army of agents. Tonight, there will be none of that.  About the Author Tal Bauer writes breathtaking, heartfelt, and often action-packed gay romance novels. His characters are head over heels for each other, and fight against all odds for their happy ending.Nothing stands in the way of love. Tal is best known for his romantic suspense novels, including The Murder Between Us and The Grave Between Us. He has also written You & Me, The Jock and The Quarterback, along with the Big Bend Texas Rangers series. 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