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Book Blurb:
Looking for the ultimate summer treat? Try this recipe for A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE!First layer!
1. In one bowl, pour one dark, devilish billionaire and one smirking, ex-SEAL charmer.
2. Stir in one curvy, innocent blonde with student loans and a crazy idea of how to pay them off.
3. Mix all three until combined. Beat at medium speed until frothy.
4. Pour into a prepared marriage of convenience. Set the oven to “secret baby.”
5. When half-baked, remove from heat and poke holes in it.
Second layer!
6. Whip together a sexy single dad and a sassy waitress until smooth and creamy.
7. Add a pinch of little girl cuteness and a dash of creepy stalker.
8. Pour batter over first layer in pan. Don’t worry if the pan seems too small—the contents are supposed to be over the top.
9. Season liberally with spicy situations, salty language, and sweet moments.
10. Finish baking at a high heat until the happy ending buzzes.
Enjoy while hot and fresh but be careful not to burn your fingers and mouth.
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Now this was the craziest thing I’d ever done.
No, the stupidest, I thought to myself as I walked through the lobby of the gleaming skyscraper.
I was here to meet with Dominic Stone—Mister Whole-Lotta-Zeros.
We’d emailed back and forth to discuss the terms of my “deflowering.” He’d encouraged me to do an Internet search on him, which provided me with a visual of my potential, uh, “gardener”—a smoking hot one.
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark look.
There were pictures of him at charity events, in business magazine profiles, and the odd paparazzi shot of him coming out of the gym. Dominic Stone looked good in gym clothes. And suits. And tuxedos.
There weren’t a lot of pictures of him with dates, though. Maybe he was gay? I thought that might have been the case when I saw another ridiculously attractive specimen beside him in a lot of the pictures, but that turned out to be his brother Jacob.
I didn’t get it. Neither of these men needed to buy a virgin online. They were, quite literally, panty-droppers. If their square jaws and bedroom eyes didn’t do it for the ladies, then their suggestive grins certainly would.
It did for me, anyhow.
I’d spent a long time looking at the pictures. Even in thumbnail size, Dominic Stone’s power and magnetism practically radiated off the screen. Would he be the one? The idea made my body heat up and my nipples tighten. My breath shortened and a curling, pulsing sensation built low in my belly.
Okay, I wished he had sent a dick pic.
After a lot of back and forth, I’d agreed to meet him at his office. It was actually his building, I realized as I saw the signs in the lobby.
Dominic and Jacob Stone ran one of the biggest retail conglomerates in the country. It owned a boutique department store, a chain of high-end media stores, a ubiquitous box store, and god only knew what else. The zeros he’d offered in his email were totally legit.
I once promised myself that I’d never work in retail. That could change.
As instructed, I told the man at the security desk that I was there to see Mister Stone.
He didn’t even take his eyes off his magazine. “You can go up to the twelfth floor, ma’am. They’ll help you there.”
“He said he’d come down to meet me.” Ma’am? Really? I was twenty-two, not twice that!
Mister Stone—Dominic—had insisted we meet first in the lobby, as a kind of show of good faith and safety. Meeting in a public place, he’d written, was a good idea for all parties concerned in this potential transaction. With dozens of people floating in and out of the elevators of the thirty-story building, it couldn’t be much more public.
With a sigh, the guard reached for the phone. “Have a seat.” He gestured towards a leather bench.
No, thank you. I needed to move.
My nerves were getting the better of me, my hands shaky and cold despite the summer heat. If I stood, my sleeveless red sheath dress wouldn’t wrinkle.
When I got up that morning, I had to decide what one wore to an interview as a… what? Mistress? No—that sounded too committed. Hymen vendor? Ugh. In the end, I decided to dress as though going to work, which was kind of true.
My heels clicked on the polished stone floor as I walked over to an abstract metal sculpture on display. It stretched nearly twenty feet in the air, shining in the morning sun bending through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“What do you think?” a man asked from behind me.
“It’s beautiful.” I held up my hands. “I promise, I won’t go any closer.”
“Hmm.” His voice was nearer. “
What was the first word that came to mind when you walked in?” I frowned at the odd question. “It looks delicate.” Like it could fall over any minute, like metal pick-up sticks stacked dangerously high.
“There’s over a thousand wire coat hangers there.”
“Huh.” So there were.
“You are Evie, correct?”
Swallowing hard, I turned to the voice. And looked up.
Dominic Stone stood before me, his tall, dark and handsome figure like a shadow in the sunlit lobby.
He was even hotter in person.
Even if his charcoal suit came from a discount store—which it clearly didn’t—his attitude would be enough to command my attention. All those fanciful words, like charismatic, magnetic, and imposing, were all very appropriate when describing Dominic Stone.
My three-inch heels barely took me to his shoulders, and I wobbled a little as his gaze ran over me. Just when I was about to turn my ankle, his hand shot out. The feel of his muscular forearm under my fingers had the exact opposite effect of steadying me.
“Thanks.” My face burned, but I forced myself to look him in the eye.
They were rich, dark brown, as heady as strong coffee and gave me a similar jolt. When he tilted his head and his lips curved at the edges, I couldn’t tell if I amused him or he was just being polite.
A furrow appeared between his dark eyebrows. “You are Evie, right?”
“Yes!” I squeezed his arm, as though I subconsciously expected him to run away.
Instead of shrugging me off, he used his other hand to tug my fingers down his wrist to end in a warm, tingling handshake. Both his hands were around mine, and he didn’t let go.
I didn’t mind.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. “Shall we?”
Shall we what? I blinked at him.
“Go up to my office?” He nodded toward the elevator bank. “Unless you’d feel better staying here? Or we could go get a coffee or something.”
I stared at him, the absurdity of this situation dawning on me. And then my big smart mouth got ahead of my brain.
“Coffee? Does my virginity come with an espresso and a muffin?”
His laugh sounded like a sharp bark, echoing off the stone floor. My face probably matched the crimson of my dress as I looked down. With his hands still wrapped around mine, he pulled me closer. I shivered as his warm breath caressed my bare shoulders.
“No, Evie, I’ll pay extra for the coffee. But I like it sweet and milky, not dark and bitter.”
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Nikky Kaye likes to read and write feverish, fearless books for your funny boner, such as A Model Fiancé and the Billionaire Book Club series. A former college professor, she has worked with movie stars and the United Nations—but prefers happy endings. She has young twin boys, loves living where there are four distinct seasons but loathes getting out of bed, has a terrible addiction to diet cola, and hates talking about herself in the third person.
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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: Adam scrubbed both hands over his face and stifled a groan. He glanced at Bo, who sat on the floor opposite him at the stone coffee table, frowning at the workbooks spread before him. His pencil tapped in an irritated rhythm against the pages. Everything about Bo’s concentration and drive to succeed during this grueling cram session drove Adam to the brink of insanity. Not out of jealousy, even though his own abilities paled in comparison to Bo’s, but because his passion, resilience, and dedication were so goddamn sexy. Over the past month, Bo had blossomed under the stress that weighed Adam down. His excitement was palpable. It lit up the room and lifted Adam’s spirits unlike anything else. Anytime he wanted to give up, one look at Bo would ease his frustrations and remind him why he’d committed to this in the first place. Because it meant the world to Bo. “You feeling as fried as I am?” Bo’s frown deepened into a scowl. He dropped his pencil and met Adam’s stare. “Who cares how much Jack spent on his new car? And why does it matter that it was $2,400 less than five times the $5,000 selling price of his old one? What benefit does the ability to figure this out provide for my future?” Chuckling, Adam tucked his thumb under the cover of his book and flipped it closed. Getting his GED might be a dream come true for Bo, but that didn’t mean he was immune to the stress. He just handled it better than Adam because it came with a prize at the end. One that meant much more to Bo. “I’m sure they’d say all this ‘knowledge’ adds to our critical thinking skills or some shit like that.” “I don’t think my critical thinking skills have any more room to grow. I’m at capacity.” Bo moaned and let his forehead drop to the table. “I’m too old to learn high school math. My brain doesn’t work that way anymore.” The mutual teasing about the gap in their age hadn’t let up with time. In fact, as they grew more comfortable together, the razzing only increased. There was no doubt Bo’s remark had been meant as a proverbial jab to his elderly ribs. Adam stretched his leg under the table and gave Bo’s bent knee a shove with his foot. “Watch it with the ‘too old’ comments, pipsqueak. How do you think I feel? At least you’ve been helping Lulu with her homework all these years. Keeping your exposure level up. The last time I gave any of this shit a second thought, you were still in diapers.” “I was not.” Bo’s head whipped up and his eyes flashed with mock indignation. “Are you trying to say I was still wetting my pants at six years old?” A bark of laughter rose up Adam’s throat. “Your addition’s a little off there, Einstein. By your calculations, I was taking freshman math at nineteen.” “Nuh-uh. You would’ve been fourteen or fifteen. Which means I would’ve been….” Bo tapped his pencil against the thick black upper frame of his browline glasses. His head tilted as his clearly overmathed brain struggled to work out the simple equation. “If I was fifteen, you would’ve been at the terrible-two stage. As stubborn as you are, I bet your folks knew better than to try and potty train you early. So, yes, my guess is you were definitely still pissing your pants the last time I did high school algebra.” Bo’s jaw sagged. His mouth opened and closed a few times as his brows drew together. “Jeez. You really are old.” Before Adam could retort with an exaggerated show of offense, Bo shot him one of his patented belly-twisting, heart-stopping grins. Adam huffed out a calming breath to get himself under control before returning the smile. “Whataya say we call it quits a bit early tonight? We’re a month into this miserable shit. Halfway done. I’d say that calls for a celebration.” “A celebration?” Bo squinted his eyes. “I need more information before I agree to anything. You’re a man who can’t be trusted with surprises.” Adam let his wrist go limp before pointing to his chest. He popped his brows and drew back his chin in faux shock. “Who, me?” “Yes, you.” Bo glowered. “If you aren’t ruining my beautiful new clothes with sticky fake blood, you’re assaulting my ears with crappy music, or landing me on the wrong side of a grumpy bouncer. My tailbone is still bruised from that behemoth throwing me out on my backside.” Guilt pinched Adam’s stomach. He hadn’t meant for Bo to get tossed out of his favorite club the previous weekend. He was so used to waltzing through the entrance of 1 OAK at the Mirage unchecked—the velvet rope lifted and his path cleared without question—that he hadn’t considered his tagalong would warrant different treatment. “Okay, okay, fine.” Adam harrumphed. “No surprises. How about plain old dinner? We could hit up Giada for old time’s sake.” Bo slammed his workbook shut and smirked. “I’m game, but only if there’s no fake blood in my immediate future.” Adam held up his trusty three-finger Boy Scout salute. “On my honor.” “I should get my head examined for trusting a curmudgeon like you not to tell a lie.” Rolling his eyes, Bo rose to his feet. “Come on, old man. Let’s get some food.”
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Title: TAKE IT OFF THE MENUAuthor: Christina HovlandGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout TAKE IT OFF THE MENU:Saying "I Do" has never been such a mess. Marlee Medford just got dumped. Yes, things have become ho-hum in her longtime relationship, but she was two days away from walking down the aisle with the man she thought was her forever when he called it off. Convincing herself that they'd be able to reignite their spark once the wedding craziness settled? That was easy. Suddenly finding herself without a fiancé? Not so much. Marlee needs to regain control of her life, and a weekend away with her friends is a solid first step. One of Denver's best up-and-coming chefs, perpetual bachelor Eli Howard, isn't into serious relationships--especially the kind that ends in marriage. As if to prove his point that they aren't worth the trouble, the wedding he was supposed to be catering just fell apart. Feeling oddly protective of the jilted bride--his little sister's best friend--his weekend plans now involve a trip to Sin City with her group of friends. But it looks like he had a bit too much fun in Vegas when he wakes up married...wedding night included. Marlee's attempts at getting her life back together are failing miserably. Her ex-fiancé is taking the house, her chihuahua is intent on a love affair with Eli's sneakers, and she's now accidentally hitched to the guy who can't even say the word marriage. With their quickie annulment denied, Eli and Marlee just have to hang tight until the divorce goes through. It's just a little divorce amongst friends, what's the worst that could happen?
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“Mar?” Eli asked.
She glanced toward him and raised her eyebrows. “Yeah?”
He pointedly moved his gaze to the skillet in front of her. The bubbles on the pancake burst through the batter, starting at the edge and moving toward the center.
“On it.” She focused. Waiting.
Eli’s instructions were to wait until the batter bubbled in the center and then she should flip it. That was way easier said than done. So far, she’d burned two batches by not flipping quickly enough and she’d flopped batter everywhere once. He’d said she flipped too soon. Clearly, by the batter splatters all over the stovetop. Meanwhile, he cracked eggs into a pan and fried up bacon like it was the easiest thing in the world.
She happened to know it wasn’t. He had tried to teach her to cook eggs and bacon first, but there had been shells in her scrambled eggs and the whole batch had stuck to the non-stick coating. The bacon wasn’t quite done when she’d pulled it off the burner. Apparently, bacon was not like steak where rare was a good thing.
Eli slipped behind her, close enough that it felt really nice.
She stilled. What was she supposed to do with his proximity? The bridal etiquette books said nothing about jilted brides and the appropriate amount of time before they could find comfort in another man’s presence. Was this one of the stages of a breakup? She had no idea, but two hours likely wasn’t long enough. She was barely single. The ink on her not-a-divorce wasn’t even dry.
This was ridiculous. Eli watching from behind was fine. He wasn’t touching her or anything. She turned her attention to the pancake.
His fingers curled around hers on the spatula.
Well, hell. Her heart beating faster and all the little nerve endings in her skin perking up only happened because Scotty hadn’t really touched her in weeks. Not since he’d moved downstairs.
“Now,” Eli said into the air around her earlobe. It felt intimate and right when it was absolutely wrong.
He used her hand to slip the yellow flinger part of the spatula under the batter. Her shoulders hunched, her chin dipped, and Eli was all about control of the flipping.
“It’s all in the wrist,” he continued on like he wasn’t turning her into a puddle of pancake batter that Lothario would have to lick off the floor. “Relax your wrist.”
She gave relaxing her wrist her best effort. With Eli’s help, they flipped the golden-brown, perfect pancake.
“I did it.” She turned around and froze.
Their hands still held the spatula and the pancake continued to cook behind her, but Eli was right there. Right in her space. And he was cooking for her. And teaching her how to cook. And her stomach was fluttering. And her bottom lip felt full. And he had the smallest splatter of batter on his cheek from when she’d flipped and then flopped before.
She wiped the batter off with the edge of her thumb.
He stepped back, clearly startled.
“Sorry.” She held up her hand. The one with the batter splatter.
He massaged his jaw with his palm and fingertips, apparently testing for additional splatterage.
“I got it all,” Marlee assured him.
“Uh.” Eli handed over the spatula, an odd expression on his face. “Pancake’s done.”
“Yeah.” Marlee moved the pancake to a plate, only creating the tiniest of rips in the process. “I did it.” She waved the flinging part of the spatula, whacking Eli in the nose.
About Christina:Christina Hovland lives her own version of a fairy tale—an artisan chocolatier by day and romance writer by night. Born in Colorado, Christina received a degree in journalism from Colorado State University. Before opening her chocolate company, Christina’s career spanned from the television newsroom to managing an award-winning public relations firm. She’s a recovering overachiever and perfectionist with a love of cupcakes and dinner she doesn’t have to cook herself. A 2017 Golden Heart® finalist, she lives in Colorado with her first-boyfriend-turned-husband, four children, and the sweetest dog around.
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-- EXCERPT: My relationships have all been duds, just packs of seeds I hopefully sprinkle onto freshly tilled soil and nurture for weeks on end, only to watch some runty little weed poke its head up and then wither a few days later. My mother says I have a habit of taking on boyfriends as ‘projects’ and that I like to ‘seek fulfillment by helping others reach their potential instead of working toward my own.’ That’s what you get having a former psychologist for a mother. The man in front of me doesn’t look like he needs any help on the road to Potential Town; everything about him announces he’s already there. “I think I know that guy.” Roxanne’s declaration startles me back into the present. I realize we’ve both moved so close to the door we’ve almost got our noses against the glass. I step back and rip my gaze away from beardie to give her an incredulous look. “You know that guy?” She might as well have just told me she’s real tight with Zeus and that they hang out all the time on Mount Olympus.
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Title: Checked
Series: Boston Terriers Hockey
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: August 23, 2019
Like the rest of the female population, I’ve been crushing on Clancy Wilde, the captain of Boston University’s hockey team, since the first time I saw him. Big, blond, and charming, he ticks all the boxes.
When we find ourselves at a wedding, drunk and flirting, I know I can finally check this tattooed, bad boy, hockey player off my wish list.
One night is all it was meant to be, until I see two pink lines on the pregnancy test.
How did the notch on my belt turn into a ball and chain?
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Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He's a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.
A writer of sports romcoms and romantic suspense, he plans on providing you with many more stories.
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Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Harlow Layne
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense
Release Day: September 20, 2019
Cover Designer: Harlow Layne
♦ ♦ ♦Seeing CoCo Becket for the first time, made my heart start beating again. It changed everything. Before her I had no purpose, no reason to live. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, I couldn't help but fantasize about kissing her plump lips or having those sky blue eyes staring back at mine, seeing beyond what I truly was. Broken and ashamed. My desire for her ran deep, deeper than I expected it too. She was a Goddess and I was simply caught up in her glow, I couldn't say no. Not to her kindness, and not to my need to be near her. CoCo was the good in life where I was the bad. She became the sun to my never ending darkness. When a mysterious situation brings us together, I discover that I'll do anything to keep her safe. Even if it means risking my own life, to save hers.
Because before her, love was just a word I'd heard in passing…and now I'll destroy anyone that tries to take her, or that love away from me.
♦ ♦ ♦Enter the Cover Reveal Giveaway HERE !♦ ♦ ♦Harlow wrote fanfiction for years before she decided to try her hand at a story that had been swimming in her head for years. When Harlow's not writing you'll find her online shopping on Amazon, Facebook, or Instagram, reading, or hanging out with her family and two dogs. ♦ ♦ ♦♦ ♦ ♦
TITLE: The Last Love of Luka Hale
SERIES: Saints and Sinners (prequel)
AUTHOR: Eden Butler
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb
She isnât the girl Luka Hale loved.
Gia Jilani killed the child sheâd been, right along with the memory of his smile and the sting of his sweet kiss.
But sometimes, against her will, Luka comes back to herâ his smile, his laugh, the crooked twist of his lips just before he kissed her. Heâs a phantom that wonât ever fade. Heâs a reminder of what happens if you love too deeply.
Now Gia returns to the place where the past and the present converge. Where pain and pleasure threaten to consume her. Where she is forced to face a past that has never really left her and the memories that still haunt her and likely always will.
This is a Saints and Sinners prequel novel set in the Thin Love timeline
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Last Love of Luka Hale
Roughing the Kicker
Offsides (September 2019)
OFFSIDES, BOOK 2 (September 2019)
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Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When sheâs not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Superbowl win. She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help. Social Media Links:
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LAST LOVE OF LUKA HALE EXCERPT:
âYou got no idea, do you?â He kept his voice soft, low, though his insides were burning with the instinct to touch her, to lick dry the water from her beautiful skin. Luka closed his eyes, inhaling that lilac scent like it would satisfy him. He knew it wouldnât. âYouâre clueless how easy it would be to have any man you want?â
Luka opened his eyes when he felt the wet touch of her fingertips near his cheek. Gia didnât smile. She didnât seem able to do anything but hold every emotion off her face as she watched him. Her control awed him.
Gia opened her mouth, pink lips glistening with moisture as she wet them with her tongue. âI only want one man,â she admitted, her words confident, but there was still a wobble in her tone. Luka tensed, not sure what she wanted or how sheâd go about getting whatever that was.
She meant him, he knew, but that wouldnât make him move. It wouldnât keep the reminder of her age, her probable inexperience from his thoughts. âYouâre young,â he told her, hoping that would keep her from touching him again.
âIâm old enough.â
Luka was starting to realize this Gia was one that might be tired of the sidelines. Maybe she was tired of watching and waiting and never having what she wanted. Maybe, he thought, she was ready to step onto the field and play.
Gia moved, making Luka step back, her wet body closer to him now, her breath heating his skin as she spoke. âI'm old enough for you, Luka.â Her breath was cool, smelled like mint, and there was a low, soft moan in her voice that made him harder. âMyâ¦my uncleâ¦â She cleared her throat, looking down, then quickly up at him as though internally convincing herself to finish this. âMy uncle will leave for Florida after tomorrowâs practice.â Some of her confidence slipped when she brushed her wet hair behind her ear, but she still looked directly at Luka. âMy dorm is empty. We could be alone.â
Fuck me, he thought.
She was off limits, right? She was forbidden. Luka knew that. It was information that ran like a ticker tape scrolling in his mind. Gia wasnât some beautiful woman heâd flirted with at a club or some Blue Devil-proud girl eager to thank Luka for his performance on the field.
She was his coachâs niece. She was his coachâs eighteen-year-old niece.
He could have taken her right then. She was already wet. He was sufficiently hard, but Luka held back, teeth gritted, jaw working as he grabbed the towel hanging from the hook next to the entrance. He moved close, his skin wetting as he grazed her chest and shoulder when he covered her body with the thick towel in his hand. The smallest twist of his head and he could reach her mouth. Their lips were so close already, their breath heated and mixed and did things to Lukaâs head he wasnât sure he liked.
Gia shifted her gaze, moving her chin like she was prepared for whatever he gave her. Like she wanted it all and wouldnât settle for anything less. But Luka reminded himself one last time who she was and why he shouldnât be there with her. He lingered, unable to pull back out of her reach before he inhaled, taking in that lilac scent and the teasing delicious taste of her breath.
He moved his chin, a half an inch away from her lips, then grinned, a half smile gesture that made her release the breath sheâd been holding.
âBe sure to lock up before you head out,â he told her, winking before he turned to grab his clothes and put as much space between that off-limits girl and himself as he could.
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SAINTS AND SINNERS SERIES
Last Love of Luka Hale, Prequel Novella
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?? HOT NEW RELEASE ?? Hitched by Joanne Schwehm is LIVE!! One Click today!! BOOK BLURBAt long last it’s Gretchen Prescott’s turn to walk down the aisle. After Gretchen dreams of a life with Mason McDermott, he finally drops to one knee and pops the question on an unforgettable New Year’s. Have fun with all the Prescotts as the princess of the family marries her “Surfer Boy,” proving fairy tales are real and dreams do come true. HITCHED: A Prescott Wedding Novella, is the final book in the Prescott Series and will contain spoilers. PURCHASE LINKS: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WP8XYLW
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Joanne is a bestselling and award-winning independent romance author and has written several contemporary romance novels. She also cowrites with A. M. Madden, and Finding Mr. Wrong, the first book in the Mr. Wrong series, is a bestseller that won the 2018 Book Excellence Finalist Award. Joanne strives to create relatable characters that readers will laugh and fall in love with… and maybe shed an occasional tear. Above all else, she’s a mother and wife and loves spending time with her family. She enjoys meeting new people, traveling, reading, and relaxing on a beach. When she’s not writing or devouring a great book, Joanne is an avid sports fan, especially when it comes to the New York Yankees and Dallas Cowboys. She also enjoys playing and watching golf. Joanne loves everything about romance—she attributes this to her Italian upbringing. She believes everyone should have romance in their lives and hopes her books bring joy and happiness to readers. Joanne looks forward to sharing more love stories in her future novels. AUTHOR LINKS
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** New Release ** Finding Faye by AJ Anderson Genre: Contemporary Romance **BLURB** Faye Cooper has been in hiding for years. Hiding from a threat she isn't even sure is real. Struggling to survive she has one hope. The boy who grew up and left her behind. Travis Keller. Never able to forget the little girl he left behind he's made his search for Faye his life's work. In spite of a successful business, and what should be a happy life, finding her is the only thing he wants. When their worlds collide the last thing they expect is the mob to get involved. Read an Excerpt: https://bit.ly/2KEWOHt
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#KU #YoursTruly #AJAnderson #readers #authors #bloggers #BookLover ♦ ♦ ♦There are only two things in this world I give a sh*t about.
Until my gaze lands on her.
I don’t know who she is, but the moment I lay eyes on her, a symphony begins to play and the melodies ricochet through my mind.
She’s my inspiration. My muse.
Mine to take. Mine to keep.
Forever.
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A lone woman sits beneath a tree with a book on her knees. A light breeze blows her hair around her face, and she tucks it behind her ears only for it to escape again seconds later. When the wind picks up and the pages of her book flutter, she slams it shut in frustration, and across the water, a bass drum crashes inside my head.
I jerk upright. My gaze locks on her, and a violin begins a haunting melody. It’s joined by the warm pitch of a cello, the tweeting of a flute, and a nasally, piercing sound of an oboe. When the woman rises and begins to walk away, drums join the orchestra now playing a concert only I can hear.My eyes never leave her, and the symphony continues to play while she strides away. I jump from my seat and follow her, weaving in and out of people along the path until, at last, I’ve caught up with her. The strength of the chords grows. Day after day, month after month my world has been silent. Until now. Until her. ♦ ♦ ♦Vote for Love Notes HERE !♦ ♦ ♦JOIN HERE!JOIN HERE!♦ ♦ ♦ENTER HERE !♦ ♦ ♦Enter to win the Release Giveaway HERE !♦ ♦ ♦
LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and author by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.
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