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BLOG TOUR – Attracting Aubrey by Avery Flynn

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I never dreamed I’d meet my celebrity crush while stealing every single pair of my best friend’s pants.

Trust me, my life is not that wild. In fact, the most excitement I usually get is running my fan-favorite Insta thirst account featuring butt-tastic pics of Hollywood superhero Carter Hayes. So, imagine my shock when, in the middle of the cruise ship hallway, I realize the guy whose shirt I’m stuffing slacks inside of is Carter disguised as a tourist. How I manage not to faint dead away, I’ve got no clue.

When word leaks that Carter might be on board, he asks me to help him maintain his cover. There’s no way I’m gonna say no to that. I just don’t share that I’m the anonymous woman behind the fan account that reported sighting him onboard. No biggie. Right?

However, when things between us go from friendly to hot to OMG-I-can’t-keep-my-clothes-on-around-him, all I can do is hope he never discovers my secret. You see, somewhere along the way, Carter went from an untouchable movie star to the man I’m falling for.


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Excerpt:

This was beyond a doubt the weirdest experience Carter Hayes had ever had and he’d once spent six hours on a green screen sound stage wearing a CGI suit and pretending to fight a one-eyed zombie giant with poisonous farts.

When he’d turned the corner and found the cute blonde giggling to herself as she pulled one pair of pants after another out of a suitcase, he thought she might be a little touched, as his grandmother used to say. When she held one pair up in the air and declared she was freeing Grace’s sexy thighs, he figured she was drunk already. And just when he thought it couldn’t get more bizarre, she managed to pull him in as an accessory to pants theft and now she wanted him to shove four pairs of pants down his shirt?

This was a mistake. It would only draw attention to himself when he was supposed to be observing others, not be observed. The last thing he needed was for anyone to realize that he wasn’t mild mannered dental laboratory technician Carter Van Stettle from Iowa. This cruise was his opportunity to prove to indie-darling director Kennedy Howard that he could disappear into a part, that movie goers could look up at the big screen and see him as anyone other than The Admiral.

He was all ready to return the pants to their rightful owner and be on his way. It was the smart thing to do. Then, the thief beside him said please and, well, one could only play the most debonair superhero to ever top the box office for so long before some of the character stuck to them. He stuffed the stupid pants up his shirt and tucked the hem of it into his shorts to keep them from falling out. The special effects team on his last movie would have laughed their asses off, but the pants’ paunch effect was actually pretty good.


About Avery Flynn

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USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staff knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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RELEASE BLITZ – Sexy Love (a Sexy series novella) by Carly Phillips

We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Carly Phillips with you today!

SEXY LOVE is part of the Sexy series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. It just went live today!

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About SEXY LOVE:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carly Phillips comes a new story in her Sexy series…

Learning curves have never been so off-limits.

Professor Shane Warden is on the verge of getting tenure. He never thought he’d see the day, after a false accusation from a student years ago that nearly destroyed his career, and decimated his ability to trust. But the moment he walks into class and lays eyes on the seductive blonde with legs that go on forever and lips he immediately wants to kiss, he knows he’s in trouble.

This time for real.

Single mom Amber Davis is finally living her dream of going back to college. In the ten years since she dropped out to have a baby–and recover from his father’s death–it’s been the goal that always felt just out of reach. Until now. But one look at her hot, sexy professor, and Amber is head over heels in lust. It doesn’t take long before their attraction blazes out of control.

Neither of them can afford a forbidden affair.
Yet it’s the one thing they are powerless to stop.

It will only take one hint of a rumor to destroy everything they’ve worked so hard to achieve… and in this case the rumors are true.

**For fans of Carly’s Sexy Series, Sexy Love is book four in that series.**

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

 


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EXCERPT:

She glanced at Shane. “I need to get going. My son is going to FaceTime with me soon, and I don’t want to miss the call.”

“I get it. You’re a good mom.” He smiled at her, the beauty in his expression taking her breath away.

“Thank you. I try to be.”

Because they’d ordered and brought their trays outside, she started to gather things together.

“I’ve got it,” he insisted.

“Okay … well, thank you for getting me to the right place. And for dinner.” He’d paid despite her protests.

“You’re welcome.”

A pause ensued, the first truly awkward silent moment since they’d met. She didn’t know what to say, and he seemed equally uncertain. Would he ask to see her again? Take her number? She realized they hadn’t even exchanged last names.

And she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get involved with a man now. Although her best friend from Tampa, Layla, insisted it was time Amber tried dating again, she wasn’t ready. Consideirng she’d just moved to a new state, a new guy was the last thing she thought she needed.

And since Shane, despite the occasional intense and lingering looks her way, didn’t seem inclined to make a move, she decided to wrap things up. “Well, thanks again and it was nice meeting you.”

Feeling like a dork, she waved a hand in the air, turned, and walked away, hoping she was headed in the right direction this time. And doing her best not to turn around and look back to see if he was watching her.


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“Love Carly Phillips and a curvy woman as our main gal? Um, sign ME UP! There aren’t enough books out there like this, and I love the Dare brothers.” —Rachel Van Dyken, # 1 New York TimesBestselling Author

“Carly Phillips brings on the swoon. A must read.” —Natasha Madison, USA Today Bestselling Author

“Carly sure knows how to write intense and real stories that make you fall in love with the characters and want the best for them.” – Karen, Goodreads Reviewer

“Woah. Once again Carly Phillips has delivered another emotional rollercoaster plot that had me complete spellbound from page one, all the way through till the last page of the book.” – The Sassy Nerd Blog


About CARLY PHILLIPS:

Carly Phillips is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels, including the Indie published, Dare to Love Series. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.

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BLOG TOUR – The Anti-Honeymoon by Bethany Michaels

THE ANTI-HONEYMOON

by Bethany Michaels

Publication Date: March 16, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Lovestruck, Contemporary, Romance, Romantic Comedy

SYNOPSIS

No groom? No Problem.

When her fiancé tries to turn their wedding into a publicity stunt, Jenna ditches the nuptials—and the groom she shouldn’t have been with in the first place—and skips straight to the honeymoon. The getaway driver, her ex-fiancé’s former business partner, Zach, is the perfect guy to help reshape her romantic newlywed itinerary into an anti-couple, anti-romance, anti-honeymoon adventure for two.

They trade couples yoga for kickboxing lessons. Five-star dining on the beach for pizza and beer at a dive bar. Forget couples massage—Jenna’s getting that tattoo she’s always wanted, and dares Zach to get one, too. And those naughty boudoir pics she took in place of romantic sunset snaps? Those aren’t going in anyone’s wedding album. Not that Zach will forget them anytime soon.

As each item on Jenna’s anti-couples list is checked off, the anti-honeymoon with Zach feels more and more like the real thing, and she wishes the list was just a little bit longer…and even steamier.

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EXCERPT

“This ain’t your mama’s bingo,” Jenna said. “Unless she works in the adult film industry.”

Zach took the card from her. “On the beach,” he read. “In a boat. In the shower.” At that, he got a grin on his face and looked at Jenna. She knew exactly what he was remembering.

“I think these are sex locations,” she said. “But, on a washing machine?”

Zach looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah I could see that.”

There were some squares with silhouettes of people enjoying themselves in different positions, too.

“Hmmm. That one looks familiar,” Zach said, pointing to one.

“Five more minutes, lovers, and then we start. Get your bingo chips ready,” an overly animated woman said over a portable PA system from the front of the room. Some tables had been pushed aside to make room for a bingo board and a two bingo ball cages.

Jenna rolled her eyes and set the card aside. “No thanks,” she said under her breath.

“Chicken,” he asked, a naughty glint in his eye.

“Not a chance,” Jenna said. “I just don’t want to play.” She studied the menu intently trying to ignore the sexy man across the table from her, who was at that very moment imaging doing her on a washing machine. How would that even be possible?

“It’s okay.” He set down the card and picked up the menu. “I get it.”

“What do you get?”

“That. You. Are. A. Chicken.”

“Is this some sort of dare?”

“Maybe.”

“I just don’t care to share my sexual history with a roomful of strangers,” she said. “But, fine. If you want to play, I’ll play.” She didn’t even know the rules, but she was not going to let him win. “Prepare to lose.”

“We’re on the same team,” he pointed out.

“Still…”

They ordered sandwiches and drinks with an extra large order of fries to share and then the activity leader got everyone’s attention and explained the rules.

“What you have in front of you is a typical bingo board with the letters B, I, N, G and O along the top. But you’ll notice along the left side there are numbers one through five. I’ll pull a number and a letter out of the two cages. You find the corresponding spot on the board and if you have gotten lucky in that location or that position, you put a small chip on it. If you’ve accomplished the feat while here on your honeymoon, put a big chip on it. To win, you need ten chips of any size, or five large ones.”

“Does it have to be with your current partner?” someone shouted out.

“No,” the leader replied. “it can be current or past relationships.”

“Awkward,” Jenna said. “But I suppose most of the couple here have known each other longer than you and I have. They probably already know each others’ secrets and have had a lot more, uh, opportunity for the larger chips.”  

“We’ll have to rely on individual contributions, then,” he said. “I hope your college years were…educational.”

“I’ll never tell,” she said, throwing him a saucy grin. But the truth was, her college years had been pretty dull compared to what the makers of the bingo cards had come up with. Some of those positions looked anatomically improbable, if not impossible.

“Here we go,” the leader chirped. “Honor system, everybody!”

Zach moved his chair so that he was sitting next to Jenna instead of across from her and put an arm around the back of her chair, resting it on her shoulders.

He smelled good. Like shower gel and hot, sexy man.

“B-3,” the woman called out.

“Shower,” Zach said. “Off to an excellent start.” He placed a big chip on that square.

“We didn’t actually have sex in the shower,” Jenna pointed out.

“But we would have. If the showers had been bigger. Foreplay definitely happened in there.”

“True.”

“I-2” the leader called.

It was one of the silhouettes. “There is not enough Yoga in the universe to make me that limber,” Jenna said.

“I’d be willing to give it a shot,” Zach said. “I can stand on one foot for quite a while if properly motivated.”

“O-1.”

“At the office,” Jenna read. “Negative for me. You?”

“Nope.”

Jenna smiled, relieved to know that Zach wasn’t the chase-the-secretary-around-the-desk type. But she already knew that.

The game went on, and eventually a couple near the front yelled “Bingo”.

Jenna and Zach’s card only had four chips total.

“That’s just sad,” Jenna said.

“I take it as a personal challenge,” Zach said, dumping the chips back onto the table. He folded the paper. “I’m keeping this for further review,” he said with a grin.



ABOUT BETHANY MICHAELS

Bethany Michaels is the author of over a dozen contemporary novels and novellas as well as a handful of Regency-set historicals and light paranormal romances. The first book in her Nashville country music series, Nashville Heat, was an RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee.

When not working on her next book, Bethany enjoys movies, traveling, camping, hiking, and volunteering with her kids’ scout troops. She lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and four teens.

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BLOG TOUR – The Trophy Wife by Sunday Tomassetti

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“I’ve done something terrible.” 
On a foggy Palm Beach morning, Cate Cabot waits at a local cafe to meet her best friend for coffee—and a confession. At least that’s what Cate assumes based on the frantic voicemail Odessa left her earlier that morning. 
Only Odessa never shows. 
And when Cate drives to her home she finds no trace of her. In fact, Odessa isn’t just missing—it’s suddenly as if she never existed in the first place. Even the staff who run her palatial home in the gated Paradise Cove community are claiming Cate must be mistaken, confused. 
As Cate searches high and low for her friend who vanished into thin air on the cusp of a mysterious admission, the only thing she finds … is that the truth might be more terrible than she ever could have imagined. 
Liking Odessa was easy. Admiring her perfect life, easier so. But finding her? It’s going to be downright impossible without untangling the cryptic web of lies the missing trophy wife left in her wake.

It’s late, and Mrs. DuVernay is in a mood again.

She steps out of her heels as if they disgust her, kicking them askew as she makes her way to her dressing room on the other side of her bedroom. I scramble to grab her shoes, waiting for her to peel out of the day’s clothes and emerge in her favorite silk robe with her initials monogrammed over the right breast.

She’s taking longer than usual to undress today, nothing but huffs and sighs coming from the other side of the doorway. If I had to guess, she’s gained a few pounds. That always seems to send her into a quiet fit when she’s changing. I imagine her examining her tall, thin body from the three angles of her mirror, hugging the shoes against my chest as I wait to go in.

Mrs. DuVernay sighs when she finally comes out a minute later, bare feet covered in red markings from the day spent out and about in killer heels. Markings, I’m convinced, she no longer feels. I tried them on once, when she wasn’t looking—her favorite pair of shoes, the black ones with the teal bottoms. In less than ten steps, I swear I had a blister forming on the back of one of my heels.

“My drink, Zsofia,” she says, hands on her hips as she peers around her bedroom with raised eyebrows and flattened lips.

I nod toward her vanity, where her usual—a dry white wine with a splash of organic pineapple juice—rests on a vintage coaster made of rhinoceros ivory.

Mrs. DuVernay swipes her drink off the table, taking it with her into the master en suite. I carry her shoes into the closet, praying I can locate the correct place for them before she yells for me to fetch her a heated facial towel from the warmer in the spa.

This past Friday, she had two professionals come and sort through her closet—a stylist and an organizer. One helped her create toss/sell/donate piles and the other reconfigured the rest of her things to the point where I can’t find half of what she sends me to retrieve now.

An empty red shoebox with its top misaligned is situated in the middle of the closet. Dropping to my knees, I place the heels neatly inside, fasten the lid, and find the proper spot for it amongst the others along her expansive wall of designer shoes.

“Zsofia,” she calls from the next room, her tone flat and void of emotion.

I leave the closet to find her at the vanity, the day washed off of her face and a thick mask of rosehip stem cells and sea kelp on her face, sinking into her pore-less, ageless, glass-like complexion.

“I’ll be right back with a towel.” I head to the spa room at the end of the hall.

Mrs. DuVernay prefers to have her facialists, masseuses, and manicurists come to the house so she can beautify in private, though I believe it has more to do with the falling-out she had with her group of friends a few years back. They always used to schedule their pampering appointments together. After the squabble, Mrs. DuVernay couldn’t bear to be seen alone and friendless in her favorite beauty haunts, so she persuaded Charles to turn one of the spare bedrooms into a home spa. Not that it took much convincing—Mrs. DuVernay controls the purse strings around here, as much as she prefers to flit around like a Palm Shores trophy wife.

It’s just another act of hers.

Like everything else.

I tiptoe down the hall to the spa room, retrieving a couple of damp wash cloths from the towel warmer on the back counter, and I bring them to her, stepping a few feet back as she breathes in the soft, lavender-scented steam and wipes away the exotic remains of her skincare routine.

When she’s finished, she hands them off, reaches for her wine, and shuffles to her bed, her snow-colored silk robe billowing behind her with every leggy step.

“That’s all for tonight, Zsofia.” She waves me off as she climbs beneath a mountain of high-thread count bed coverings. “Oh. One more thing. Tell Charles it’s time to come to bed on your way out.”

“Yes, Mrs. DuVernay.” I shut the door behind me without making a sound so as not to wake Aviana down the hall. Lord knows teenagers need their rest, and she can be a bit of a bear to deal with in the morning. As her human alarm clock, I prefer that she not be overly tired come six AM. It certainly makes my job a lot easier.

I run my palm along the polished banister on my way down, careful not to make a sound this time of night, when the house has quieted and settled and every footstep or cleared throat reverberates. Once I arrive on the main floor, I head for Mr. DuVernay’s study—a room placed in the farthest reaches of the house, so Charles can play his jazz music and strum on his prized collection of rare guitars without disturbing his headache-prone wife.

Rapping on the outside of the door, I wait for him to answer.

The other side is quiet tonight. No jazz records. No clumsy, six-string chords.

I knock once more, holding my breath as I wait in silence.

Perhaps he isn’t in there?

Twisting the door knob, I crack the door a few inches to check. “Mr. DuVernay?”

With no response, I push the door wider, peeking my entire head in to look around. The room is dark save for the floor lamp in the corner, and the curtains are open, showcasing a view of the water from the floor-to-ceiling windows on his east-facing wall. Boat lights sparkle, their reflections swaying in the distance on the buoying Atlantic. I’ve always thought it seemed dangerous to boat late at night. Then again, I’ve never boated in my life. What would I know?

Peering around the room one last time, I draw in a sharp breath when my gaze comes to him lying on the sofa, still as a statue, fast asleep. Peaceful because he’s anywhere but here.

Padding across the room without a sound, I make my way to him, a slow smile bending my mouth as I watch him sleep.

Charles is an impossibly handsome man; generous brown hair with salt-and-peppered temples, chiseled chin, sun-kissed complexion, runner’s body much younger than his physical age. When he isn’t having an ‘off’ day, he’s a force to be reckoned with, a personality much larger than the room Mrs. DuVernay keeps him confined to most of the time. Charles’ smile alone has turned some of my worst days into some of my brightest, and I live for his eyes—ocean blue on the outside with a ring of hazel in the middle—like they can’t decide what they want to be.

A man like this is wasted on Mrs. DuVernay.

He deserves better.

She deserves worse.

“Mr. DuVernay,” I say his name on the breath of a whisper before placing my fingertips on his shoulder, giving him three light taps. “Mrs. DuVernay would like you to come to bed.”

His dark lashes flutter as his eyes open, and then he squints, focusing on me.

“Ah. It’s you,” he says, placing his hand over mine, gentle and unrushed. “Is my wife asleep yet?”

I swallow the rigid protuberance that has suddenly found a home in my throat. “No, sir.”

Charles pulls himself to a standing position, his gaze never abandoning mine, not for one second. “Well, that’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Our eyes hold for a moment, and I stifle the knowing smile that threatens to curl my lips. He and I both know that the DuVernay household is a serene place when the missus is sleeping—or better yet: off on one of her solo vacations. There are more smiles when she’s away. More laughter. Less tension. More living. Less silent suffering.

We’re both prisoners of circumstance.

Prisoners with very different privileges.

Prisoners of Mrs. DuVernay.

“Goodnight, Zsofia,” he says before striding to the door. “Get some rest.”

I wait alone in his study for a beat, and then I shut off his lamp and close the door on my way out. He’s gone by the time I reach the hall, leaving nothing but the faintest trail of his posh Italian cologne.

Tiptoeing through the darkened DuVernay residence, I make my way to the apartment above the garage—the only home I’ve ever known.

Home sweet prison cell.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sunday Tomassetti is the pseudonym of a Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, Amazon Charts, and #1 Amazon bestselling author who wanted an outlet for her passion projects. A thirty-something married mother of three, Sunday resides in the midwest where you can always find her hard at work on her next novel.
Sunday is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.



RELEASE BLITZ – Changing Roles by Melanie Moreland

Title: Changing Roles
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary/Romantic Comedy
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Photographer: Eric D. Battershell
Model: Corey Mortensen
Design: Monark Design Services

Lights! Camera! Clueless! 

Liam Wright is Hollywood’s golden boy and at the top of the A-list.
But what he doesn’t know about life…
Well, it could fill his very large Hollywood mansion. Thankfully, he’s got Shelby Carter in his world to keep him—and his house—camera-ready.
Part confidante, part master chef, Shelby is his best friend and the only one who knows the real Liam.
Pampered, pretty, and often puzzled,
Liam and his antics keep her on her toes, and there is never a dull moment living with him.
Until one day, Liam sees her as more…and he wants her to see him for the man he can be.The man he wants to be.
For her.
Is Liam up for the part?
Brand new standalone Contemporary Romantic Comedy from New York Times Bestselling author Melanie Moreland



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BLP REVIEW – Tracy

Melanie Moreland never disappoints…..

Changing Roles was a fab friends-to-lovers story that was packed with humour, heat, heart and just a little angst.

I adored Liam and his realisation about how he felt about Shelby had him changing steadily but quietly. The character is British and I thought for a Canadian author Melanie did a great job on his language and humour, it’s not often that a non-Brit captures the essence and peculiarities of such a character!

Shelby was awesome. After the end of a marriage gone wrong she ends up in LA with the help of her family. From the minute she meets Liam they hit it off and they soon become great friends who have a wonderful relationship… until things start to change for both of them.

I got Shelby’s apprehension about her age and what people would say about her but I loved how Liam thought about her and his lack of concern for others opinions. They were a perfect pair and balanced each other so well.

A great supporting cast of characters, fantastic banter and nicknames between the MCs and some incidents, that sadly are not fiction in real life for some, all added up to a 5* read for me and one that I would happily recommend.


New York Times/Wall Street Journal/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. 
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip. 
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her atflavia@bookcaseagency.com



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BOOK RELEASE & GIVEAWAY – Akra’s Demons (Ravens of War #5) by Elle Boon

Akra’s Demons

Ravens of War #5

Elle Boon

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Blurbs

When the ones who are supposed to love and protect are the ones who—kill you, you tend to be a little jaded. Akra won’t let a little thing like death keep her down, much, except Hell is a long way down.


AKRA—A rare creature of myth and power…
The only thing worse than dying is being killed by those who are supposed to love and protect you, not once but twice. Thousands of years couldn’t dull the pain but it definitely sharpened Akra’s battle skills. Until she’s betrayed once again and given a new life, void of the strength she once possessed a demoness. But when fate grants her the revenge she’s been waiting an eternity to achieve, is it simply a darker destiny set in motion from the past?


BALKY—Half brother to Zeus…
Cursed from the moment he’d been created, his true origins hidden behind a hideous veneer, he did what he had to survive. Balthazar knows all about evil, inside and out as he’s forced to do his master’s bidding, controlling the beast within himself lest he becomes the monster he loathes. Until he sees a being worthy of saving, sacrificing a part of himself, knowing it would likely cost his very soul.


ICHIROU—A former demon-possessed Grim Reaper…
Locked inside his own mind, Ichirou spent his entire life possessed by a demon who only allowed him slivers of clarity. The moment a being who willing gave a piece of himself to save him, Ichirou was freed from the demon, bonding with the man who thought he was irredeemable. Together they form a blood brother bond that’s shaken to their core by one crazy female—Akra.
Viscerally, Akra is the perfect female… Except she’s a demoness. A being they both loathe. However, neither man can deny she awakens something deep within them, a primal part that had been dormant and shows no sign of going away. Akra is unlike anyone they’ve ever encountered and soon they realize she is their Fated.


Can Balky with the blood of Zeus running through him, and Ichirou with the knowledge of his demon, save Akra from an old enemy and find happiness, or will history repeat itself?


The Ravens of War Series continues in the thrilling fifth installment of Elle Boon’s world of larger than life heroes and powerful heroines…Get ready for a fast-paced, innovative play on mythology that will have you spellbound from beginning to end. Ps. You’ll probably wonder if a sane person wrote these, and the answer is…” Eh, what is sane?”


Content Warning: Crazy demonesses rule in this book (We’ve already decided that is a word… ‘cause I made it up), Zeus Zeus Zeus. Um, did I say Zeus?
Yeah he is so unlike any you’ve heard of, and piles of smexy demi-gods and a mix of other beasts to spice up your life. Ps. You’re welcome “wink”.


Excerpt

She fisted herhands, feeling her nails turning to claws. “I will go alone to seemy sister,” she announced.

Bakra stepped infront of her, making her growl. “Don’t take that tone with me,Akra. I don’t care who you were in this lifetime.” She gesturedto the space around them. “You are Akra now. We go with you. Wedidn’t protect you before, but now, we will, even if it’s fromyourself.” She pounded her fist against her own chest.

Several gruntsfollowed Bakra’s statement. Akra looked behind her to see herwarriors with their fists over their hearts. She bared her teethknowing they weren’t as impressive when they weren’t fangs.“Fine, but if you get in my way when I go to kill the little whore,I will gut you.”

“Pfft, likethat’s scary. Not,” Menka joked.

They’d hadtheir guts ripped out a time or two by different demons. Alwaysthey’d healed…it just took time and some painfilled effort to putthem back to rights. However, being on the surface of the Earth, noneof them knew what would happen should they suffer a death blow. Sheshook her head and moved around Bakra. “Don’t get dead,” shesnarled.

“Same to you,”Bakra said loud enough Akra heard her even though she’d alreadytaken several steps away. The demoness never had to yell in order forthe others to hear, her tone always seemed to carry.

By the time shemade it to where the royal family lived, she was fighting the urge tothrow up. Full night had fallen, no longer needing to keep to theshadows, although they all still worked to hide their presence tokeep from setting off alarms. She wondered if anyone had found thedead guards or not. When no shouts had been made, she wondered whyher father hadn’t made a better system, but if Turi was in charge,maybe he was too sure of himself. It was something the young Sultanwould be foolish to continue.

“Here we are,”she announced.

“You lead. Wefollow,” Bakra said unnecessarily.

Several guardswere placed around the perimeter of the structure. Akra watched theirmovements before deciding the best way to go in. She inched slowly upbehind a larger guard, wrapping her arm around his neck. “Sssh, goto sleep,” she whispered even though he had no choice as she cutoff his air supply and sent him into a slumber. With ease, she pulledhis unconscious body into a dark alcove, then she and the otherswalked into the palace she’d called home. Not much had changed inthe time she’d been gone whether it had been a year or fifty. Itall looked eerily familiar. Instead of giving her mind time towander, she marched down the hallway that led to what she assumedwould be Turi and Kumiko’s rooms, her stomach churning the closershe got.

“I said do notdisturb me,” a deep voice growled.

“You do nothave the right to tell me what I can and cannot do in my home.”

Akra paused atthe familiar voice, yet the whining tone held a note she hadn’theard. She held up her hand, stopping the others.

“Ah, that iswhere you are wrong, baishunpu,” he snarled.

Hearing Turi callher sister a whore made her smile.

“I am yourwife.” Kumiko’s voice was raised to an almost hysterical scream.


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Elle Boon is a reader first and foremost…and of course if you know her she’s the crazy lady with purple hair. She’s also a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay her black lab who also thinks she’s her writing partner (She happens to sit next to her begging for treats and so takes a lot of credit). She has two amazing kids Jazz and Goob and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy or RomyGirl (greatest job EVER) who has totally won over everyone who sees hers (If anyone says a hair bow is too big they’re crazy). She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs (I mean lots of F-BOMBS but who is
keeping track?).


She loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.
She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, HOT as F**K MC heroes, or paranormal alphas. #dontlookdown is a thing you will need to google. “wink” With all her stories you’re guaranteed a happily ever after, no matter what twisted thing her mind has come up with. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love
with her characters as much as she does. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever after and can guarantee you will always get one within the pages of her books.

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REVIEW – Savage (The Savage Trilogy #2) by Lisa Renee Jones

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ABOUT SAVAGE BURN

Title: Savage Burn
Series: The Savage Trilogy #2

Author: Lisa Renee Jones

Release Date: February 18, 2020

The second book in the Savage Trilogy… 
My name is Rick Savage but they call me Savage for a reason. But savage that I am, there is only one woman who can tame the beast in me, one woman who sees the real man. I loved Candace. I lost Candace. Now my enemies have targeted her. For this, they will not survive. I’m back home to save her and win her back, no matter what the cost.
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EXCERPT
“I stayed away for a reason. I knew if I ever touched you again, I’d want all of you. I’d want to own you and I wouldn’t give a shit about the price. So, yes, I’m going to spank you.” 
“You think me submitting during sex means you own me?” she challenges. 
“One night at a time, baby.”
“One night at a time, until you ruin me?”
“And then some,” I assure her. “There’s no saving you now.” Just to be sure she’s clear on that fact, I scoop her up and start walking. 
She doesn’t object. She holds onto me. I want to believe she’ll hold on forever, but I’m not sure we’re there yet. Who am I kidding? I know we’re not fucking there yet, which is why we’re not doing this in the kitchen. This isn’t about sex. It’s about us, it’s about our relationship, our connection, the intimacy we have shared, the past come back to life. That means our bedroom. 
The place we started and ended days together. The place we talked for hours. The place where we did naughty, kinky things to each other. Okay, I did naughty, kinky things to her more than she did to me. But it was here where the most intense moments were shared.
Once there, I find a small lamp by her bedside alight, casting the room in a dim yellow hue, shadows dancing on the walls with our movements. Shadows that taunt me with everything I’ve hidden from Candace and can no longer hide if I want to make this work. And I do. 
I set her down on the floor in front of the mattress, her back to my front. My hand is on her belly, my erection at her hip. My lips at her ear. “Do you think you’re ready to trust me again?”
Her hand goes to my hand as if she’s trying to control where it goes, to hold it there, and yet, she leans into me. “We’ll find out now, won’t we?”

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BLP REVIEW – Tracy

OMGGGGG….. each time I think I have a bead on what’s happening with Savage something happens and I’m lost again!!

Rick & Candace have reconnected but there’s so much going on and so many unknowns that we have to wonder if they’re gonna manage a future together.

Lisa Renee Jones keeps you on the edge of your seat, cursing when the book ends as you’re left with more questions than answers, teetering on the edge of yet another cliff-hanger.

Heat, action, intrigue and suspense all added to make Savage Burn another really great read in this trilogy.

I cannot wait for Savage Love to have the mysteries solved and find out if this couple are gonna have a happy ending or not! 4* recommended read.



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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
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RELEASE BLITZ – Absolving Blue () by Freya Barker

Title: Absolving Blue
Series: On Call #4

Author: Freya Barker


Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 10, 2020
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

For long-time Durango Fire Department EMT, Ava ‘Blue’ Navarro, her teammates at Station 3 represent a family more loyal than her own.
However, when patients start dying on her watch, she draws the attention of local law enforcement. In particular the smooth-talking detective she’s successfully evaded for years, fearing he might stir up her quiet existence.
Detective Tony Ramirez considers himself a likable guy, which is why the perpetual cold shoulder from the athletic blonde first responder is confusing.
Now he finds himself in charge of a murder investigation that threatens to shake his world both personally and professionally. A situation that won’t earn him any brownie points.
When medical examiner, Calder Stonewall, is called in to assist, it only seems to throw more suspicion Blue’s way, and Tony has to pull out all the stops to prove her innocence while securing her heart.

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“I really hate this,” she says when I lift my head.
“I must be losing my touch, then,” I joke, and she slaps my chest.
“Not that, you idiot. I hate being weak.”
“Now who’s being an idiot?” I lightly shake her. “If you sprained your ankle, would you think it weak to see a doctor? Do you think the people you tend to on a daily basis are weak?” When she reluctantly shakes her head, I push my point home. “So how’s this any different? We’re just talking about another part of you that needs some healing. Shit, if you think that makes you weak, you’re calling every cop in Durango a pussy. Wait ‘til I tell the guys.”
“You wouldn’t,” she snaps, her eyes spitting fire.
“If you keep spouting that nonsense, I might.”





BLP REVIEW – Tracy

What can I say about Freya Barker?? She is without doubt one of my favourite authors though she is, IMHO, sadly under-acknowledged when it comes to how good she is at her craft!!

Her stories are touching, well written and filled with humour. Her characters are relatable, likeable and believable who, often times, have dealt with or are going through real life issues. Ms B also throws in spade loads of action, suspense, twists and turns and one helluva lot of heat and passion!

I loved Ava/Blue. She’s always come across as a real tough, no nonsense cookie when we’ve met her in previous stories but learning about her past and that she wasn’t just as tough as she’d have other believe gave her a real sense of vulnerability that I could understand. Saying that, she’s still no shrinking violet and I was pretty sure at points that she was gonna stand fast in her determination to close out Tony Ramirez, even when it wouldn’t have been in her own best interest!! Thankfully that wasn’t the case for too long!

So, to Mr Ramirez. If I’m being honest he was one of these characters who previously I couldn’t quite decide if I really liked or not, he seemed at points to hit on any pretty female with a pulse and I couldn’t quite make up my mind if he was a real manwhore or just a bit of a ladies man! Well, I should never doubt Freya ‘cos, as ever, she made him likeable and turns out he was a really great guy who was there for Ava when she really needed him.

Their relationship, when it began, didn’t take too long to develop into something more and I was cool with that, both are a bit older and when you know what you’ve got is right, what’s the point in wasting time waiting?

The action, suspense and surprises all added to my enjoyment of the story, as did catching up with some of our old favourites from earlier books and previous series. I adored Tony’s dad, he was a great character.

Absolving Blue is another surefire hit in the On Call series and I can’t wait to find out what’s coming next from Ms Barker.

5*



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Driven to make her books about ‘real’ people; she creates characters who are perhaps less than perfect, each struggling to find their own slice of happy, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills in their lives.
Recipient of the ReadFREE.ly 2019 Best Book We’ve Read All Year Award for “Covering Ollie, the 2015 RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for Best First Book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the 2017 Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!


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EXCERPT TOUR – WICKED AS SIN by Shayla Black


He’s ruthless. She’s off-limits. But he’s just met his one weakness… Now nothing will stop him from making her his.

Pierce “One-Mile” Walker has always kept his heart under wraps and his head behind his sniper’s scope. Nothing about buttoned-up Brea Bell should appeal to him. But after a single glance at the pretty preacher’s daughter, he doesn’t care that his past is less than shiny, that he gets paid to end lives…or that she’s his teammate’s woman. He’ll do whatever it takes to steal her heart.

Brea has always been a dutiful daughter and a good girl…until she meets the dangerous warrior. He’s everything she shouldn’t want, especially after her best friend introduces her to his fellow operative as his girlfriend—to protect her from Pierce. But he’s a forbidden temptation she’s finding impossible to resist.

Then fate strikes, forcing Brea to beg Pierce to help solve a crisis. But his skills come at a price. When her innocent flirtations run headlong into his obsession, they cross the line into a passion so fiery she can’t say no. Soon, his past rears its head and a vendetta calls his name in a mission gone horribly wrong. Will he survive to fight his way back to the woman who claimed his soul?

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Pierce’s hands dropped to her hips. “Would you rather do something besides play pool?”
Yes, please. “No. This is fine.”
His fingers tightened on her. The heat of his touch penetrated the khaki twill of her shorts. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe.
“Then turn and bend over the table again.” He waited until she complied, and Brea was achingly aware of his body heat bracketing the backs of her thighs, of the sexual stirrings his closeness roused. “You’re right-handed?”
“Um, yes.”
“With that hand, hold the cue about five inches from the bottom. Now place it near your hip. Don’t hold it so tight. You want to be relaxed but controlled. Good. Align your body with the cue ball. This will help your aim. Exactly. With your left hand, make a V with your thumb and index finger, like this.” He demonstrated. “You’ll balance the tip of the cue in that crevice.”
Brea watched, acutely aware of the veins bulging in his forearms, the size of his hands, the length of his fingers, the hair dusting his knuckles.
Then he took hold of her hips again. “Spread your legs, pretty girl.”
Her stomach tightened. “Why?”
“Your feet are too close together. You’ll find it hard to stabilize when you take your shot. Go on. Yeah, just like that. Now lay the rest of the fingers of your left hand on the table and make a bridge for the V to rest on. You got it.”
“Now what?” she asked.
Brea only half listened to his answer. She was excruciatingly aware of his body heat blistering her, of his hips packed against her backside as he leaned over and utterly surrounded her with his big body.
“That means you need to bend over a bit more.”
“Oh,” she breathed as she rushed to comply.
“Good. Now hold the cue steady and eye the ball. Like that.” He sounded hoarse as his fingers gripped her tighter. Then he pressed his entire chest over her back and breathed against her neck. A shiver wracked her. “Hold still. Yeah. Now take your shot.”
How the devil was she supposed to concentrate when he was all over her? When his musky scent swam in her head and she kept closing her eyes to drink him in? It was hard to concentrate on balancing the cue when her body kept urging her to press back into him with a moan.
But Brea did her best.
The tip of her stick barely poked the cue ball. The white orb rolled lazily across the table, made a polite clap with the first of the balls in the triangle, barely jostling them before rolling away.
“Not a bad first effort. Next time, put a little more force into it.” He eased away, seemingly reluctant to put space between them.
“It was horrible.” She straightened, and her hungry stare climbed him again. “Show me what I should have done?”
He hesitated, then set his pool cue aside. “You didn’t come to play pool. Cutter made you promise not to talk to me, so why are you here?”
“To thank you.” She blushed.
“You could have left cookies for me at the office. But you came to my house. On a Friday night. With your hair curled and your makeup done, wearing pretty white lace.” Pierce fingered the scooped neck of her top before he wrapped his hand around her neck and tilted her face up to meet his stare. “Look me in the eye and tell me why you’re here.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You’re afraid to admit it.”
Goodness, Pierce could see right through her.
She swallowed. “Terrified.”
His fingers on the back of her neck tightened. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but you have to look me in the eye and say it out loud.”
Brea dug her nails into his forearms, her heart pounding. “I don’t understand.”
“I won’t settle for less than your enthusiastic consent when I take you to bed.”



Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of nearly than eighty novels. For over twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eleven years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.


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RELEASE BLITZ – Fool Me Once by Nikki Ash

Title: Fool Me Once
Author: Nikki Ash

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: March 5, 2020

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I met Keegan when I was on the beach in Florida.
He literally crashed into my world.
I wasn’t looking for romance, but his two-dimpled charm made my heart go
haywire.

We both had one thing in common: we were here to escape our realities.
One week. Just the two of us. Not a care in the world.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that week would forever change my life.

Four years later, and as fate would have it, Keegan and I are brought together again.
It’s as if the universe is telling us this is our second chance.
The more I get to know him, the harder I fall.

Falling hopelessly in love is inevitable with a man like him.Only the joke’s on me, because the guy I’m falling for isn’t the man I thought he was.

You know how the saying goes: Fool me once…
I’ll be damned if I’m fooled again.


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EXCERPT:

Just as I’m turning the page in my book, someone yells, “Watch out!” Unsure of where the voice is coming from, I look to the left and then to the right, but before I can grasp what’s happening, the circular object hits my hand, and my book flies out of my grasp and into the water.
“Shit! I’m so sorry.” A half-naked guy comes running over, sand kicking up around him as his strong legs pound into the ground. The closer he gets, the more of him I’m able to see, and holy shit, do I like what I see. Messy brown hair I could picture running my fingers through, tanned, smooth skin I would enjoy kissing and licking, and if I’m feeling frisky, biting.
My eyes rake over his tattooed, sculpted chest and down to his abs. Two-four-sex… I mean six. God damn! Look at that six-pack. He must work out, probably several times a day. Damn, I’d love for him to work me out…
As he jogs over, his corded arm muscles flex, making it appear as if the ink on his arms is coming alive, and I briefly imagine holding on to those arms while he fucks me good
and hard. He runs past me, and I follow his every move. When he bends over, I check out his butt that’s hidden under his low-hanging board shorts as I fantasize about my legs wrapped around his waist and my heels digging into that butt…
But then he turns around, and in his hands is the now sopping wet copy of Wuthering
Heights
, and I instantly snap out of my lust-filled thoughts.
“Here you go,” he says sheepishly, the soaking wet book dangling from his fingers. Drops of saltwater fall down and land on my knee. My eyes meet his, and just as I’m about to snap at him, the corner of his mouth lifts into a nervous smile, and a single dimple pops out on his cheek, and once again, I’m momentarily distracted by just how good-looking he is.
“Thanks so much.” My reply drips with sarcasm. Taking the book from him, I examine the saturated, ruined pages, and mumble, “At least it wasn’t my mom’s copy.”
“I’m Keegan.” His half-smile turns into a cocky grin. Oh, hell, no…
“I’m not interested.” 
He throws his head back with the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard. It’s raspy and deep and sexy. My eyes land on his Adam’s apple, and my tongue darts out, wanting to
lick down his throat.
“Fair enough.” He nods. “I really am sorry about the book.” His gorgeous forest green eyes meet mine. “Can I do something to make it up to you?”
“Like sleep with me?” I give him a playful smirk. I haven’t slept with many guys, but I’ve had a couple one-night stands over the last few years. My way of lashing out over my mom’s death.
“No.” He shakes his head. “We’ve already established you’re not interested. Although, I think, based on the way you were eye-fucking me on my way over here, I could probably convince you otherwise.”


BLP REVIEW – Tracy

Without doubt, Nikki Ash is becoming one of my favourite authors.

Her writing is fab, the characters are great and so likeable, and she keeps me turning pages, never wanting the story to end!!

I adored Keegan and Blakely. The time they initially spent together and the eventual reconnection showed just what chemistry and spark this pair had.

Blakely and her sister Sierra grew as siblings and BFFs throughout the read, given their history and how things were going between them at the start of the story I wasn’t sure how they were gonna go but what a great job they made of things together.

Keegan was a great LM and gods, he sure seemed like he wasn’t ever gonna let B go once he found her again.

There were a couple of twists and surprises that all added to the story. I really enjoyed how we saw both POVs in both past and present, Keegan’s family was just what you’d want for yourself and gods, how absolutely adorable was that little person!!!!

Read this, it’s definitely one I’d recommend and will, without doubt, be going on my reread list for when I’m next in a bit of a book slump!!

*****


AUTHOR BIO:

FIGHTING FOR YOUR HAPPILY EVER AFTER…

Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.

Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. – Pam Allyn

While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!

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