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RELEASE BLITZ – Claiming Her by Alexis Noelle

 


Title: Claiming Her

Author: Alexis Noelle

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

 Release Date: October 22, 2015


Blurb

 

Jake is so egotistical and arrogant. I can’t stand him. My life has been going great and the last thing I need is someone coming in and complicating it. He can try all he wants but I’ll never give into him. I’m toxic, I destroy everything I touch. If he gets too close to me he’ll regret it. I don’t need anyone in my life especially not him.

I haven’t stopped thinking about Angelina since the first time I met her. Something about her is pulling me in and I’m determined to get to know her better. My luck with girls has been horrible for months, but I think it is about to change. She keeps pushing me away, and fighting me at every turn but it isn’t deterring me. I won’t stop pursuing her until I have her.

Can two people with nothing in common make it work?

 

Can love conquer all the demons hiding in the dark?

 

 

 


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Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.

She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.

 
 

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PRE-ORDER BLITZ – Brando by J.D. Hawkins

 

 

 
Title: Brando
Author: J.D. Hawkins

Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
 Release Date: October 26, 2015
 

 


Blurb

I know what you want, and I know exactly how to give it to you…
It’s why I’ve got a row of platinum records on my wall and girls lining up for a shot at fame. I’m the best. Now I just need to prove it.The bet is simple: take a nobody and make her a star. I just didn’t bet on HER.

She’s not some wannabe, she’s the real deal.

But fuck it, I want her. And I always come out on top.

 
 
 
 

 


 

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I’m a new erotic author from LA. I grew up in Southern California and now live with my wife in Venice. I’ve also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people’s asses for a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the thing I love – writing. I enjoy surfing and I’m also a martial artist, my other main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.
 
 
 
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COVER REVEAL ~ Licked by Brooke Blaine

Licked by Brooke Blaine

Date of Publication: November 11, 2015


 

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As the owner of Licked, an eclectic ice creamery and bar, Ryleigh Phillips doesn’t have time for that love stuff. Serving up Nibble My Nuts sundaes and Drunken Sailor boozy shakes are as close to an orgasmic affair as she’s had in months thanks to her expanding empire—until the night of her ten-year high school reunion.

When Ryleigh’s crush, gorgeous ex-football god Cameron Mathis, comes streaking into her life (literally—streaking), she begins to wonder if she really can have it all.

Wouldn’t it just figure that the moment you think life is perfect is when it falls spectacularly apart?

Enter Hunter Morgan, the contractor in charge of Licked’s renovations. Devastatingly handsome, and a smartass to boot, he’s got his eyes on Ryleigh from the moment he finds her passed out on his couch (yeah, that’s a long story). There’s just one tiny complication—he happens to be Cameron’s best friend.

When the lines between relationships and friendships blur, and it’s impossible to choose between two delicious flavors, what’s a girl to do? Taste a sample of each? Or go out and get LICKED?

 

About Brooke Blaine

You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

Flash Point is Brooke’s debut solo novel, and she is the co-author of the erotic serial, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released on November 11th, 2015.

If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.

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RELEASE TOUR ~ Grass and Blue Skies (Copper River Romances) by Cherime MacFarlane

 
 
GRASS AND BLUE SKIES
SERIES: Book 6 of the Copper River Romances (stand alone book)
AUTHOR: Cherime MacFarlane
GENRE: Contemporary Romance with a hint of Thriller
 

 


 
 
On crutches and no longer able to fly jets, Brett is grateful to have come home alive instead of in a box. Though he’s still got his leg, there’s a lot of pain, too so a relative sends him to see the pretty herbalist who helps people with pain and nerve problems. One look at her and Brett wants more than pain relief.
 
Nikee has a secret room beneath her greenhouse full of pot plants. The woman began growing medical marijuana several years ago to help her father after a bad accident, and she has no plans to quit. Hopefully telling Brett about the grow operation won’t cost her a relationship with the man.
 
If the tender balance of her relationship with Brett isn’t enough, someone else has discovered her secret. He wants her crop and will do anything to cash in on her work, but Nikee can’t go to the Troopers for help.
 
Can a woman, an old man, and an ex-jet jock keep the nefarious character out of her medicinal pot?
 

 


 
 
The memory of the fear slammed into her as fresh as it had been all those years ago. She and Tore only had one parent left and didn’t want to lose their father. Watching him deal with the pain daily turned her into a terrified, withdrawn wreck. 
 
All thoughts of normal teenage things had gone out of her head. She and Tore dashed home from school as soon as dismissed. At least Tore had a driver’s license. He drove over to her middle school as soon as possible. Nikee waited bouncing from foot to foot, ready to run home.
 
The necessity to get home as quickly as possible wasn’t just to reassure themselves of their father’s health, they had chores to do on the farm. It was up to them to keep the place afloat. The summer she turned fifteen they began discussing the mechanics necessary to change the farm over to a u-pick operation. That was the summer Einar discovered pot had its uses. 
 
That winter she and Tore dug out the old root cellar. They used the earth they excavated to smooth out the holes and level the area where the greenhouse now stood. 
 
“Nikee?” Brett’s voice cut into the memories. 
 
“Okay. Well, friends of Tore’s kept us supplied through the winter with pot for Dad. Tore, and I excavated the root cellar out on our own. Come spring we got seeds from his friend and I began the grow operation. Tore, and I built the greenhouse with help from his buddies. I learned how to grow pot and we turned the farm into a u-pick place.”
 
“This set up was designed to help your father then?”
 
With a deep sigh, Nikee shook her head. “You’re asking if that’s all we ever did, and the answer is no. Tore never wanted to be a farmer. It’s not what he was meant to do for the rest of his life. I, we grew enough to get the down payment for the boat for him. Then we shut down that part of the operation. Yes, I grew weed for people who only wanted to smoke to get high.”
 
Afraid to see his expression, she slouched down against the wall behind her. Tears distorted her vision and pooled in her eyes. Nikee brushed them away with her right hand. 
 
“Are you angry with me?” she finally got the courage to ask.
 
His thumb still caressed her hand. For a long space of time Brett remained silent. Finally, his whisper slid across the top of her head. 
 
“I have no right to judge what you did. You kept your father alive, kept the farm and got your brother a boat. You did what you had to. For two kids, you did good. I’ve got one question for you, are you growing pot for stoners now?”
 
 

 


 
 
 
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Although born in New Orleans, I am proud to call myself an Alaskan. I have lived here since 1977. I have seen -40 degrees, hauled water, made bear bacon and I live in a cabin. I have used a fishwheel to catch salmon coming up the Copper River. I was my second husband’s chief mechanic’s helper and roadie. I have cut firewood on shares. I worked as a cocktail waitress during pipeline days in a small lodge on the Richardson Highway.
 
My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I personally experienced hearing it from my in laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland, after 5 seconds I could barely understand a word.
 
We moved to Wasilla to get warm. It barely drops past -25 degrees here in the winter. I became a paralegal and worked for over 26 years for the same firm.
 
Alaska is my home. I never thought I would love it so much, I never want to leave. The beauty of Alaska is a draw I cannot resist. I love the people and the history. I have been captured by a place I came to under duress. Life does play some interesting tricks on one. My love and I were not apart more than 24 hours for 20 plus years. I never wanted to be anywhere but with him. He was a man to run the river with and was my biggest fan.
 
         


BLOG TOUR ~ Vivid by Jessica Wilde

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Title: Vivid
Author: Jessica Wilde

Release Date: Oct 11, 2015
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Merrick Thatcher went through a hell that no one could possibly imagine. He fought to protect his country, his family, and the men standing at his side, but it wasn’t just being a soldier overseas that changed him. He watched his friends die in front of him, felt indescribable pain, and lost his sight in the very same moment.

Badly injured, blind, and angry, he’s done with war, but now he’s fighting his own battle. So, he’s waiting for it to end, spending his days and nights in a thick darkness no light can penetrate. Until Grace walks into his life and his broken eyes open to a woman that changes everything for him.

A story about two flawed souls finding love amidst the grief. A love that shines vividly, even in the dark, and discovering that sometimes being broken is how the light gets in.

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Like many other foundations, the Special Operations Warrior Foundation provides assistance to injured soldiers as well as their families. SOWF also focuses on one of the most important challenges those families face; ‘getting to their hospitalized loved ones as quickly as possible’. With grants immediately provided to the family, they can travel to be bedside with their loved one, especially for those crucial first days. SOWF also provides a scholarship program, family services (including clinical social workers, scholarship counselors, and family services counselors). With on-going support and helpful counseling to all families of fallen members in every branch of the military, they are able to help in all the ways that count. The SOWF was highly recommended to me by a recent veteran who served in Iraq. Therefore, I am thrilled to be able to help them in any way possible. Every little bit counts.

 


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Grace moved closer, shifting her body so she could reach my face more easily. She ended up practically standing between my legs, brushing up against my injured one whenever she rinsed off the razor.

“Take a breath, Merrick. I haven’t cut you. Not yet,” she chuckled.

I breathed in her sweet scent, my head swimming with arousal. She had no idea what she was doing to me. All those months shaving with a tiny mirror stuck to the wall in my CHU had been frustrating as hell. I couldn’t see shit in that thing. Now I very literally couldn’t see shit and she was in front of me smelling like she did, being as gentle as she was, and all those memories didn’t seem like such a horrible thing.

Because now I was experiencing something even more torturous.

She positioned the razor under my nose and expertly removed the coarse hair above my lip. What would she do if I just leaned in and devoured her mouth? Would I miss her lips completely or would she meet me halfway?

She gently turned my face and started on the other side. I didn’t think having her shave my face would be this intimate. In fact, I was planning on it being annoying as hell since I thought she wouldn’t really know what she was doing. Asking my mother had been an option, but I didn’t want her leaving Mitch either.

“Almost there. You need a haircut, too.” Her voice was rough and sexy, and I had to hold back a groan when it sent blood rushing straight to my groin. “I can style it for you so it stays out of your face, but I’m no good with cutting hair.”

“That sounds good,” I replied. God, if she didn’t finish soon, I was going to do something stupid.

She raised my chin and carefully shaved my neck. When her fingers stroked my skin to check for any areas she missed, I swallowed thickly and lost the battle completely.

My injured and stiff hand found her wrist, slowly pulling the razor away from my skin. Her gasp sent my semi-erection shooting straight up to painfully hard. The skin of her wrist was like silk under my fingers, the tiny bones so fragile. I worried that if I was too insistent, I would hurt her with just a touch.

“Merrick?” she breathed, her sweet breath caressing my chin.

“Grace …”

I felt her racing pulse under my fingers and pulled her forward until I could feel the heat of her face so close to mine. I raised my other hand to her waist and made a cautious path up, until I gripped the back of her neck. She didn’t struggle or protest, and I hoped her accelerated breaths were telling me that she was feeling the same intense pull I was.

My dry throat finally found the strength to speak, even if it was just a whisper. “I would give anything to be able to see you right now.” I pulled her face closer, until the tip of her nose touched mine. The sound of the razor falling to the floor, briefly registered in my mind.


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Author Jessica Wilde

I live in Morgan, Utah with my husband, beautiful daughter, and a couple of spoiled pups. If I’m not deeply involved in writing my next book, then I’m probably reading in the safety and quiet of my closet. I love yoga – which I now practice regularly – playing hide and seek with my daughter (only to have my hiding spots revealed by one of the pups), and I love Fruit by the Foot, Twizzlers and Peace Tea. These are great ways to bribe me into revealing secrets about what’s to come.

I have an unhealthy obsession with Supernatural, The Walking Dead, and The Big Bang Theory. I also enjoy talking about them, so if you like them, too, come find me.

Writing has become an enormous part of my life and every book I write holds a special place in my heart. If you read one of my books, I hope you have the same experience.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Wayward Son by K. Renee

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Wayward Son

Book 4 in the Wayward Saints MC Series

By K. Renee

 

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Collette Kindrick is running. On her anniversary, she caught her boyfriend sleeping with someone else. Heartbroken, she packs just enough to get by and runs to the city that never sleeps.

A chance encounter brings her into Dominic’s path and she falls head over heels for the biker. Dominic Davoli has had his life planned out since her was born. He is destined to be the next Wayward Saints president. Meeting Coley was never part of his plan, but, once he’s had her, he can’t let go.

One wrong move lands Dom in jail, threatening everything he is trying to hold on to.

Will their differences tear them apart, or will Dom claim Coley as his ole’ lady and keep her in Vegas with him?

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Walking inside the restaurant, the hostess just stares at us like a fish out of water. “Two please,” Coley says giving her a dirty look.

Pulling her to me, I kiss the side of her mouth. “Down babe,” I whisper against her hair. She pinches my side and I can’t help but laugh. She’s feisty when she wants to be.

The hostess finally registers that Coley said something and asks how many. I can’t help but chuckle. “Two,” I state with a hint of laughter. Coley elbows me and I pull her closer to me.

“Right this way,” the hostess says leading us towards the back of the restaurant. “Are you celebrating anything special?” she asks eyeing me some more.

Before Coley can say anything, I reply. “Just taking my ole’ lady out to dinner. Every day with her is special,” I wink at her and she tightens her grip on my hand. I hear the hostess huff out as she shows us our table.

“Your server will be right with you,” she turns and walks away with one more glance in our direction.

Letting Coley slide in first, I slide in next to her and wrap my arm around her. “I like when your feisty side comes out.”

She gives me a dirty look and opens her menu, ignoring me.

Once she’s decided on what she’s going to order, she finally says something. “Is that how it always is with you and the female population?” Grinning, I tuck my face in her neck.

“Yeah, but the only difference from before is that I would have taken her to the bathroom and fucked her before I left.” I feel her tense. She elbows me and catches me right in the rib.

“Fuck,” I groan. She turns and gives me a dirty look.

“Babe, I said before. Now the only one I want to fuck in the bathroom is you.” She narrows her eyes at me and then turns her attention to the server.

“Hi, what can I get started for you?” he asks, staring directly at Coley.

Shooting the server a dirty look, he stops staring at my girl, and finally just takes our order. “Not so great, huh?” she says with a smile. She thinks she’s clever.

By the end of dinner, I’m pretty sure we talked about a million different things and I’m ready to get this girl naked and under me again. I run my hand down her thigh and slip my fingers inside of her shorts.

Brushing my fingers over her clit, I can feel the wetness on her panties. I love that she is always wet and ready for me.

When the server comes by again, I tell him we’re ready for our check.

While waiting for the server, I continue to run my fingers up and down her panty covered slit, occasionally dipping my fingers inside them. Her quiet moans tell me how much she wants it and she buries her face into my shoulder when I slip my finger inside of her.

When the server comes back, I pinch her clit and her moan gets louder. His head snaps to her and I can’t help but chuckle. I can see the bulge grow in his pants as he figures out what I’m doing to her.

I give him a look and he goes away just as quickly as he arrived, but now with a problem he needs to take care of. Serves him right for staring at my girl.

She turns her face towards me and her eyes are full of lust. I pull my hand from her panties and put my fingers into my mouth sucking her juices off of them. Her breathy moan gets my dick hard.

Pulling out a few twenties from my wallet, I toss them on top of the bill and pull her out of the booth with me. Adjusting myself, I grab her hand and lead her back to my truck. Once we are inside, I make my way to her hotel as fast as I can.

 


 

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SERIES BLOG TOUR ~ The End of All Things by Lissa Bryan

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The End of All Things by Lissa Bryan

Series: The End Of All Things #1

Genre: Dystopian
Publication Date: January 24, 2013

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After a terrible virus ravages the planet, Carly Daniels, one of the few survivors, hides in her apartment in Juneau trying to survive the best she can with only occasional forays to gather food. With her is Sam, a wolf puppy she found starving on the streets. He becomes her companion and a reason to continue when giving up sometimes seems like the more attractive option. Still dazed with shock and grief, she hopes for the world to go back to normal soon.
She is discovered by Justin, an ex-soldier who is intent on making his way to Florida before the winter sets in. Justin coaxes her out of her hiding place and convinces her to join him on his journey, because a warmer climate will be their best chance against the extremes of Mother Nature.
Together, they begin a perilous journey through a nation laid to waste by the disaster. Challenges abound along the way. The weather, injury, and shortage of supplies all help to slow them down. In time, they discover that they aren’t the only survivors. Some are friendly but some have had their minds destroyed by the high fever. Then there are those who simply take what they want, leaving Carly and Justin with no choice but to defend what is theirs.
But their journey is not without joy and love. Together, they face every struggle, including an unplanned pregnancy. Despite the perils of bringing a child into a world of chaos, their baby is a new beginning for themselves and a symbol of hope for the other survivors they find along the way.
This is the story of their journey to find a place to begin a new life, and a home in each other.
 

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Two days later, they were out of food again, and Carly was faced with the prospect of trying to make it out to the store.

Sam swatted his metal bowl with his paw, and then stared down at it with a hint of expectation, as if rattling it would make food appear. Perhaps, in his little doggy head it did, because Carly had always filled it whenever she heard the bowl clatter on the floor.

Carly went over to the window to peek out at Biker Guy. Still there. Yesterday, she had gathered all of her courage and gone down to the lobby door again, but he had met her there with another Hello, and she’d panicked and darted back upstairs.

He was looking up at her window. He waved and reached down beside his bucket to pick up something that looked like a large white sheet of poster board. He held it up, and she could see the words he’d painted on it in black: PLEASE DON’T BE AFRAID. I WON’T HURT YOU.

He dropped the top poster to reveal another beneath it: I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

Carly thought that was highly unlikely. Whatever this guy wants, it isn’t just a scintillating conversation.

He held up another sign: I’M REALLY A NICE GUY. HONEST.

Yeah, like he’d tell me if he wasn’t.

He grinned as he held up the last board: SURRENDER, DOROTHY.

Carly had to giggle, but it faded as she realized it was the first time she’d laughed since the Crisis. She retreated and let the curtain drop. Indecision gnawed at her. She had to get food, and that meant confronting Biker Guy, whether she liked it or not.


Tales from the End by Lissa Bryan

(4 Short Stories / Companion Pieces)

Series: The End Of All Things #1.5

Genre: Dystopian
Publication Date: February 4, 2014

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From the author of The End of All Things comes a collection of short stories about the Infection that swept around the globe, decimating the population, and leaving behind a small number of survivors, unprepared to deal with the brutal new world which had replaced the one they’d known.

The Horsemen
L.A.’s mayor has declared quarantine to try to halt the spread of the Infection. Pearl sets off across the city to buy supplies, but already the world is changing. Something strange is in the air. The Horsemen are coming …

Veronica
When Veronica’s mother doesn’t come home from work and no one answers the phone when she calls for help, a nine-year-old girl is thrown into the chaos of a world coming to an end. Veronica decides it’s up to her to find her family. “Veronica” is the story of a little girl’s courage in the face of the end of all things.

“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”
They called her Shadowfax– the mare Carly and Justin found on their travels. But before she was found by Carly, the retired dressage horse was known as Cloud. An unusual tale of the end, told through the eyes of a confused and lonely horse, left in her pasture.

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A previously-published bonus story. Carly knows Justin has never celebrated his birthday, and after society crumbled, no one knows what date it is, anyway. But she wants to do something special for him. Celebrating the little things helps them keep hope alive, and as a blizzard rages outside, a small gesture of love warms their home.

 

 

The Land of the Shadow by Lissa Bryan

Series: The End Of All Things #2
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Publication Date: August 21, 2014

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After surviving the Infection and a perilous journey through the wasteland that was once the United States, Carly and Justin have found a safe home in the isolated town of Colby.
Even so, balancing the duties of survival and a growing family isn’t easy. As they emerge as leaders, they face difficult questions about justice in a lawless land, basic human rights, and freedom in a world where strength defines worth. More than ever, they have to rely on one another for strength and support during the darkest of times.
The Crisis is far from over. Their fences won’t keep the world out forever, and a new threat is emerging—a gang of predators who see the town as easy pickings. When danger looms over Colby, Carly must decide how far she’ll go to protect those she loves.
It’s a journey down the long and broken road through The Land of the Shadow.

 


Shadows Have Gone by Lissa Bryan

Series: The End Of All Things #3

Genre: Dystopian
Publication Date: March 26, 2015

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Carly Daniels knows what it is to suffer loss. She knows what it is to sacrifice. In the two years since a pandemic virus—known only as the Infection—decimated humanity, she’s made choices she never could have imagined. She’s condoned violence in the name of peace and done the unthinkable in the name of mercy. But with Justin at her side, she’s also learned there’s nothing she can’t face and nothing she wouldn’t do to protect those she loves.
But now another threat has arrived in the form of a uniformed man driving an army truck, claiming to represent the remnant of the United States military. Someone has set their sights on their community . . . and on Justin. The struggle to defend their little homeland is far from over, and the visitors may have brought more danger with them than just their weapons.
The shadows are closing in. Carly has to find out whether she has the strength to stand on her own when all of her support has fallen away. What remains when the shadows have gone?

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Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…. though only in her head.
Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Played by Clare James

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In PLAYED, the newest book in Clare James’s Elite PR series, it’s play or be played as sexy country singer Aaron Major engages in a game of give and take with PR pro Melody Sharp in this steamy, must read fall title releasing October 19th from Entangled Brazen.

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Title: Played
Series: Elite PR #2
Author: Clare James

Publisher: Entangled Brazen
Release Date: October 19, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781633754515


Play. Or be played.

The music should be enough. End of story. But Aaron Major is finding out it’s not, and now his agent has hired a firm of suits to help launch his debut album, turning his life into a goddamn circus. Smile here. Play there. Be nice. Well, screw that. If Aaron wanted to spend his time shaking hands and kissing babies, he would’ve gone into politics.

Helping launch the career of country singer Aaron Major should be a cakewalk for PR pro Melody Sharp. Aaron is charming, sexy, and oh-so-appealing when he’s on stage. Off stage, though, he’s her worst nightmare. A stubborn, ornery, reclusive nightmare without a lick of business-or fashion-sense. The only way he’s going to make it in music is with a serious makeover-and quite possibly a personality transplant.

Soon, they’re engaged in a game of give and take, and though it’s Melody calling the shots, it’s Aaron who holds all control…

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“This is not something you can just blurt out, Aaron.”
She sat up but didn’t leave the bed.
Good girl.
She had let him know earlier that one of the reasons she left Sweetwater was to gain experience in all things—work and play. What he hadn’t known is that she hadn’t really made much progress on the play side. It surprised him, considering how responsive and enthusiastic she’d been with him. It also was an enormous relief, which it shouldn’t have been. She was not his, and he had no reason to feel one way or another about her sex life.
But when she mentioned that she had come up with a list of particulars that she wanted to check off before she headed home, he wanted to be the guy to help her.
“Let me at least hold on to some shred of my pride,” she said. “This is embarrassing stuff.”
How could he deny her request after what she did for him tonight? She said so much with that gesture. The memories and feelings and emotions had hit him hard. He couldn’t believe she would plan that for him. He remembered mentioning his love for the rodeo one night in passing. He had no idea she’d been paying such close attention.
So yes, he should’ve given her a break regarding her little secret. But he wasn’t going to. Not when the subject matter was this juicy. And there were other reasons, too. He wasn’t a completely selfish bastard.
Mel wasn’t going to be his roommate forever, and she’d already done so much for him. She definitely drew the short end of the stick in this arrangement, and he wanted to pay her back. In a big way.
“I will get it out of you, Melody Sharp.” He joined her on the bed, tugging at her pigtails.
She cleared her throat and turned the most incredible shade of scarlet. Oh hell, this had to be good. He fixed his eyes on those plump lips, ready to hang on her every word.
“Okay,” she said in a raspy voice that made him ache.
Shit was getting serious. She looked at him from under her lashes. “So one of the things on my list is oral sex.”
He interrupted her. “Hell, that shouldn’t be anything new. It’s the mainstay of every healthy relationship and even the unhealthy ones. Don’t tell me you’ve been with guys who had an issue with it?
“You didn’t let me finish,” she said impatiently. “I mean doing it at the same time.”
“You mean sixty-nine?” he asked.


About the Author:ClareJames_HeadShot

Clare James writes contemporary romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and sexier-than-sin heroes. Her books have made several best-selling lists including the tender love stories in the Impossible Love series; the steamy romantic comedy Dirty Little Lies; and the touching family drama Wednesday. She’s also the author of a new series with Entangled’s Brazen line about the women of Elite PR and their very naughty clients. The first two books in the series are out now!

A former dancer, Clare still loves to get her groove on – mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and young son, and is always on social media chatting with readers.

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TRIPLE RELEASE TOUR ~ Men of Mercy Series (Books 1-3) by Lindsay Cross

Triple Release of the MEN OF MERCY Series
AUTHOR: Lindsay Cross

COVER DESIGNER: Kim Killion

OFFICIAL GENRE: Romantic Suspense (hot heat level)
PUBLICATION DATE: Oct 21, 2015

 

REDEMPTION RIVER
BOOK 1

 


 

Hunter James didn’t want or need redemption. 
 
Until one mission turns his world upside down. 
 
He left Mercy to fight for his country and escape a broken heart. Years later, he is hard. Cold. A man without mercy. Part of an elite Task Force, he tracks a brutal terrorist to his home town. And runs into the woman who betrayed him…
 
Evangeline Videl was destroyed when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she finds another man, but discovers too late the monster hidden beneath his smooth smile. Struggling to find the conviction to live, Evie finds her life spinning out of control. 
 
Then Hunter returns…
 
Forced to band together to find the terrorist before its too late, Hunter and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and their lives…
 
 

 

“Hey.” His Southern drawl put Matthew McConaughey to shame. Slow. Sexy. And familiar.
 
Her gaze traveled up the muscled torso to a pair of dark chocolate-brown eyes. 
 
Holy crap.
 
“Hunter James.” His name breathed past her lips on a whisper. 
 
For the second time that night her heart stuttered and her stomach clenched tight. 
 
Hunter blocked her path, his towering six-foot-four frame packaged in a tight-fitting black T-shirt and jeans that showcased his muscles. His arms had to be twice the size they were the last time he’d been here. His gaze twice as intense. Her reaction twenty times that.
 
According to the town gossips, he’d been back in Mercy for a couple of weeks, but so far he’d avoided her. And she’d prayed daily he would stay away. Every time he came home on leave, he seemed to make it a point to show up here. At her bar. With another woman on his arm. Making sure she saw he’d moved on. And each time her heart broke a little more.
 
“Need some help?” he asked.
 
Her brain took a full minute to kick into gear, then another minute to reconnect to her mouth. “What?” 
 
“You look like you could use some help. Can I do anything?” His serious voice passed through lips that were way too tempting. 
 
She couldn’t think. The man standing before her had gone AWOL with her heart over five years ago, like the tail end of a twister after a storm. Part of her had been happy he’d left. The other part had been devastated. Their love had been wild and crazy, but ultimately destructive. 
 
She noticed the knotted wood cane leaning against the table beside him. “What’s with the cane?” 
 
Hunter grinned and shifted his weight to the side. “What’s with the wet clothes?” He extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the doorway leading to the upstairs apartment, his limp noticeable. 
 
Evie crossed her arms over her chest, the action squeezing more beer out of her bra. Her lips pressed into a tight line and she forced herself to answer, “Wet T-shirt contest. It’s a new thing we’re trying.”
 
Evie straightened her arms, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides in time with the ticking in his jaw. A couple day’s stubble graced the hard planes of his face, only a little shorter than the black hair buzzed close to his scalp. He looked as if he’d been chiseled from steel.
 
Hunter leaned in close and Evie’s stomach knotted. Lust built inside her, pushing against her dam of resistance. “I bet you won.”
 
He wasn’t staring at her chest, she had to give him that. No, his target appeared to be her mouth. His head lowered to hers and her mind went blank. If she had been thinking like a full-grown woman, she would have jerked back before his lips made contact. But tonight her brain had pointed and aimed but failed to fire.
 
 

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RESURRECTION RIVER
BOOK 2

 




 
Ranger James accepted his best friend’s death like a good soldier. With guilt. Regret. Vengeance. But a forbidden desire keeps pulling him from his mission…
 
Desire for his best friend’s widow.
 
Killed in Action. That’s why Rachel Carter’s husband wasn’t coming home. 
 
A war widow, alone and broke, Rachel struggles to revive her family’s crop dusting service to survive. Now she takes to the skies to find escape. Escape from the pain. From the guilt. From the earth-shattering desire for her husband’s best friend. 
 
Rachel and Ranger can’t fight the attraction between them any longer. But one fateful night cleaves their new found love in two…
 
Can they find the will to fight for true love? Or will an evil so shocking destroy their lives for good?
 
 
 
Rachel spun around, the yellow airplane a perfect backdrop to her beautiful face. “What are you doing here?”
 
Ranger let his gaze travel from her scruffy boots, torn jeans and gloriously figure hugging tank, to the top of her dark red head. Her pink cheeks flushed. 
 
“Like what you see?” 
 
Ranger approached, her green gaze turned wary. Good. She should be worried. She’d doused him in chemicals. His skin still itched. He reached forward, plucked an oil stick from her ponytail and sent her hair spilling to her shoulders. He caught the brief scent of flowers and oil. 
 
Rachel grabbed her hair, lips parted. Angry. Stubborn. Sexy.
 
He held up the stick right in front of her face. “Oil stick.” 
 
Rachel snatched it from his fingers and tossed it across the room. “I told you to stay away from me.”
Ranger shrugged, his brain still caught on the image of her jean-clad ass hanging out of that airplane. Forget Sports Illustrated. He had farm fucking fantastic right here. 
 
“Don’t you think dropping that all-natural excuse for chemicals on me is a bit dramatic? If you want to get me naked all you had to do is ask.” Ranger gestured to himself, sweeping his hand from his head down to his torso, Rachel’s eyes followed. 
 
That definitely wasn’t desperation or anger in her gaze.
 
The desire he’d been trying to hold in check for months reared up inside him.
 
“You think I want to see you naked?” Rachel snorted, lifted her chin. “Besides, I figured anything would be an improvement to your normal smell.” So much for her vulnerability.
 
The wind picked up, blew into the hangar. Ranger shifted, praying the wind wouldn’t open the fly on his boxers, and almost covered himself. Almost. Until he remembered she was the reason for his stench. Instead, he stood tall. “You’ve never had a problem with the way I smelled before.” 
 
“My manners were just too good to say anything.” She strode past him, punishing him with the sexy sway of her hips. 
 
Dammit, he was so hard up for her, even her walk had his mind blanking. He stood there, nearly naked, and drenched in herbicide, and she walked past him like a stranger on a sidewalk.
Running from him. Again. 
 
“Rachel Ann.” He didn’t yell, but she stopped mid-stride. Turned. Lips parted.
 
“You did that on purpose,” Ranger said. She’d been hard headed even in high-school, when he tried to break up with her, explaining that he needed a little space to see if life in Mercy was what he really wanted. Jumping on the marriage and kids bandwagon at eighteen years old had scared the shit out of him. But he’d obliterated any chance for reconnecting with Rachel when she’d seen him making out with Tonya at the football game senior year. 
 
He hadn’t thought that leaving her to sow the wild oats of his youth would be a self-fulfilling prophecy of regret. Or that his best friend would move in on Rachel so fast and fill the void that Ranger had left in her heart. 
 
“You bet your ass I did.”
 
“What the hell for?” He couldn’t get her smell, her taste, her touch out of his head. But she’d dumped shit on him for the last time.
 
Her eyes narrowed and her lips flattened. “I warned you.”
 
Yeah, she’d warned him to stay away from her. He’d stayed with her for weeks, helping her after the funeral. She’d healed physically, but remained an emotional tomb. 
 
“I promised Shane, if anything ever happened to him, I’d look out for you.” He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss that angry expression right off her face. He’d wanted her since high-school, but when she’d married Shane, he’d vowed to put those feelings away. Forever. But the attraction hadn’t disappeared. And he knew it never would. “I know the chemistry between us is weird. Scary. But dammit it’s real and it’s here and now. You’re just flying through the clouds because you don’t want to see what’s on the ground right in front of you.”
 
If he hadn’t been studying every minute expression on her face he would have missed the brief flash of vulnerability in her gaze. Then her anger slid back in place. “The only thing I feel is annoyance. Are you so desperate that you have to chase after what you can’t have? You dumped me first, remember?”
 
Him? Desperate? No. He’d never had a problem getting women. Until Rachel. 
 
If he hadn’t been so young and stupid he would have been the one she’d married. Not Shane.
 
Now all he could think, all he could see, was the small sprinkle of freckles across her pert nose. He could be on a mission in a third world country or down the road. It didn’t matter. She affected him. 
He had an all-consuming need for his best friend’s wife. He hadn’t counted on lust eating him alive. 
 
But he had honor. He had loyalty. Ranger had vowed over Shane’s grave to take care of Rachel.
 
 



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RECKLESS RIVER

BOOK 3

 

 

 

They say you can’t go home again. Jared Crowe never wanted to. 
 
Home meant facing memories of abuse and neglect. Of dark closets and evil nightmares. Of his own relatives intent on killing him. But now his brother’s kidnapping forces him to face those demons. Only this time, Jared isn’t a scared little boy. He’s a full-grown Special Forces operative bent on revenge.
 
As a little girl, Sparrow Pickney risked her life to free two abused boys. As a grown woman Sparrow needs to earn a place in her adopted family’s business or be forced into a life of degradation. The chance to prove her family loyalty comes when she catches Jared spying on the compound and captures him.
 
When Jared sees his captor, he realizes she’s the girl of his dreams and vows to rescue her from a life of poverty. What Jared doesn’t know is Sparrow may not be the savior he remembers…but the one responsible for abducting and torturing his brother.
 
Jared is determined to find the truth. But that truth may be more than his heart can take.

 

 

 

It had been nearly twenty years since he’d seen her, but Jared could never forget those golden eyes. Eyes that had haunted his dreams ever since. Had she joined up with Kay? Or was she simply one of those poor souls struggling to survive? 
 
The thought of Sparrow slowly starving filled him with a sense of guilt. He should have made her leave with them. Even though they’d been children when she’d freed them, Jared had been big enough to drag her out, whether she’d wanted to go or not.
 
She leaned over him, reaching for his hands. Her floppy hat fell down, blinding her, and she ripped it off and tossed it across the room. Long caramel-colored hair, full of sun-kissed highlights, waterfalled down the sides of her face and tickled his nose. Her scent surrounded him now, flooding his senses. Honeysuckle and wildflowers. His cock swelled in an instant. Jared gnashed his teeth together, trying to quell his intense reaction to her nearness.
 
Sparrow leaned down further and her loose tank top gaped open, treating him to a glorious view of surprisingly plump breasts cupped in a plain sports bra. His gaze locked onto her beaded nipples through the cotton. Fuck he wanted to rip that bra down and reveal what was hidden beneath. The loose manly clothes she wore made her look stick thin, but womanly curves were concealed beneath them. 
 
Sparrow sighed and sat up straight, leaving rope dangling uselessly on his wrists. Jared gripped the metal headboard with his hands, waiting for her next move. She stood there for a moment and studied him, trying to decide what to do. Well, he wasn’t going to help her out one little bit.
 
“Keep your hands right there, got it?” Her voice was stern.
 
“Yes ma’am.” He had no intention of acting up. Yet.
 
She placed a knee on the mattress, and in one swift movement straddled him, settling on his belly. Jared groaned and closed his eyes thankful she hadn’t sat down lower on his body; otherwise, she would have gotten her own surprise. She leaned over him spreading her knees wider up his chest. His eyes popped open, unable to resist another view of her bare skin. 
 
“You can stop with the theatrics right now, I know I’m not big enough to crush you.”
 
If only that were his problem. Her shirt dipped down even more and he fixated on the pale mounds of her breasts straining against the material of her sports bra. It was a crime to lock those beauties up in serviceable cotton. 
 
She should wear nothing but pure silk and lace, perfect for him to rip off her body.
 
Her hair curtained around him again, and her soft lips parted in concentration as she worked. He was aware of every inch of exposed skin—from the graceful hollow of her neck to her supple forearms peeking out from the rolled up sleeves of her checkered work shirt. Even more aware of the intense heat radiating from her core, pressed so intimately to his chest.
 
“There. All done.” She sat back, a satisfied smile on her lips.
 
Jared tugged on the rope. He’d completely zoned out on anything other than her straddling him. It didn’t give an inch—the knot she’d tied was worthy of a professional. A small ounce of foreboding seeped into him. “Where did you learn to tie knots?” 
 
“Trapping. Working snares. Been doing it since I was a kid.” Her words were so matter-of-fact, he had no doubt she spoke the truth. Holy shit. He yanked on the ropes, but they didn’t move. 
 
“Impressive.” Jared wriggled his fingers and wrists, testing for any weakness. He found none.
 
“Might as well stop struggling. Nobody’s ever been able to get out of one of my knots. And I used my new rope too, so it wouldn’t snap easy.” She made a snapping motion with her fingers, the emphasis driving in just how stupid his plan had been. He should have used that easy opening she’d given him with the gun.
 
His foreboding turned to real worry. He had to get out of here to rescue his brother. Hoyt’s life depended on him. If he couldn’t get free… “Nice, now what?”
 
“Now you tell me who you are and why you’re here.” Sparrow sat back on her heels, the curve of her ass grazing the tip of his cock. He clenched his muscles, fighting to free himself from the pull of lust.
 
Remember, you’re the soldier trained in interrogation techniques. Now he just had to stop thinking with his dick for long enough to find out where Hoyt was being held. “My name is Jake.” 
 
She tapped her chin, staring down at him. Once again he was enthralled by the intense color of her eyes. They were golden, almost like a cat’s, with a darker brown ring around the edges. “Jake. You don’t look like a Jake.” 
 
He enjoyed hearing the name on her lips. Would enjoy hearing his real name even better. Her soft accent and long vowels stretched it out slow. Sensual. “And what do I look like?”
 
“I don’t know. Killer? Tiger?”
 
“That’s what people name their cats.” 
 
“True. Why are you here?”
 
“Why did you take me hostage?” he countered.
 
“You were spying on my family. Only our enemies do that.” She shifted, brushing against his tip again. Fuck he wanted to rip free of these bonds and throw her down beneath him. Where was his detached logic now? Something about her was making him lose control.
 
“I have no interest in you. I was looking for a family member who went missing, know anything about that?” He studied her reaction intently, watching for any flash of awareness, but she didn’t give away anything. 
 
“Haven’t seen anybody new around here in a long time, and I would know. Sorry, but you plopped down on the wrong piece of land.” 
 
“He told me he was coming here.” Not really, but Jared knew without the slightest shred of doubt that Hoyt had been taken by the Crowes. Miss Kay wanted to finish what she had started all those years ago, even if Jared didn’t know why. It was bad enough his parents had died when Jared was only nine, Hoyt six, but to have his aunt try to murder them…. 
 
Jared yanked on the bonds again, testing the bed frame. It screeched but held firm. Shit. 
 
“What does he look like?” Every time Sparrow moved or shifted he felt her. Desire was holding him hostage as much as the damn ropes. Got to get free. Got to find Hoyt.
 
“What do I get if I tell you?” 
 
“What do you get? You get to live.” Her brows shot down as if confused. 
 
“You won’t kill me.”
 
“Try me.” 
 
“How about we make a little trade—you give me something, I give you something.” 
 
“Give? What do you want?” She laid her palms on her thighs, kneeling over his body, the position incredibly erotic. 
 
Blushing aside, maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all. He had a plan and she was part of it. He knew he could get more information out of Sparrow than her giant ass brother. And he’d find it a hell of a lot more enjoyable too. “Kiss me.” 
 
She stopped moving all together and her eyes narrowed in on his mouth. 
 
“Give me a kiss and I’ll sing like a bird.”
 
 

 


 

Lindsay Cross is the award-winning author of the Men of Mercy series. She is the fun loving mom of two beautiful daughters and one precocious Great Dane. Lindsay is happily married to the man of her dreams – a soldier and veteran. During one of her husband’s deployments from home, writing became her escape and motivation. 

 
An avid reader since childhood, reading and writing is in her blood. After years of reading, she discovered her true passion – writing. Her alpha military men are damaged, drop-dead gorgeous and determined to win the heart of the woman of their dreams.
 
 
 

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