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RELEASE BLITZ – With This Ring (To Have and To Hold Duet #1) by Natasha Knight

Title: With This Ring
Series: To Have and To Hold Duet #1
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: February 2, 2021
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When I rescued Scarlett De La Cruz from her tower it’s not like her prospects were looking so great. 
You’d think she’d show a little gratitude. Thank me for putting my ring on her finger and marking her as mafia property. 
My property. 
I’ll keep her safe. And the trade-off isn’t so bad. Most women would jump at the chance to sleep in my bed. 
Not Scarlett, though. 
My Cartel Princess has a big mouth and an even bigger attitude. But it’s her furious caramel eyes that keep me coming back for more. That and the way her body bends to mine like it already knows it belongs to me. 
Scarlett is my enemy. She’s also the one woman I can’t keep my hands off. 
But if I don’t keep my head on straight, everything I’ve worked for all these years will have been for nothing.

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EXCERPT
Lace falls across my face. It’s yellowed over the years and the smell that clings to it is musty. Old. But it’s my mother’s. The one she wore on her wedding day.
Baby’s breath and discarded lilies litter the stone floor as the woman grumbles behind me. She’s annoyed at having to work with the old veil when a brand new, prettier one sits unused in its box. I move my foot, crush the delicate baby’s breath, impaling the fallen petal of a pale pink lily with my heel.
Funeral flowers for a wedding. An omen.
Not that I need one.
The stink of them turns my stomach. This isn’t how I imagined my wedding day.
“Finished,” the woman announces.
I stand, the petal sticking to my heel. I don’t care. I look up to meet my reflection in the mirror.
“He won’t like the veil,” she says. She’s a blur beside me.
I shift my gaze, letting my eyes focus on her. She’s plump and short and has a wart on the side of her face with a thick black hair growing out of it. Don’t judge a book by its cover has nothing on this one. She is as much a bitch inside as she looks on the outside.
“I guess he’ll have to get over it.”
“You should wear the one he sent.”
I don’t bother to answer her, although I agree. The veil was a gift from my brothers.
Gift.
No, not a gift.
Just another cruelty to make me wear my mother’s veil for this sham wedding.
She snorts, turns to gather up the dress, the keys jangling on her belt. I could take them. Overpower her. That part would be easy. It’s the men with the guns outside the door who’d be the problem.
Noisy footsteps on the hundred stairs announce the approach of soldiers to my tower room.
A tower. They locked me in a fucking tower. My own fucking brothers.
From the sound of things, they’re expecting me to put up a fight. They’ll take me kicking and screaming if I do. Besides, I know better than to waste my energy on them. I’ll need it after. For the wedding night.
A man says something, another one laughs, just before I hear a loud crash, like something smashing hard against the wall.
It’s then that it happens. Gunfire explodes just beyond my room. A bullet splinters its way through the thick wooden door and shatters the mirror, breaking my reflection into a thousand pieces, sending me backward into the stone wall.
The woman with the wart screams.
I right myself. Touching the back of my head with one hand, I somehow still manage to keep hold of the lilies. Suddenly, the door is kicked in, banging against the wall as heavily armed men in military fatigues raid my room. A cloud of smoke follows behind them, seeping into my circular tower.
They fan out, a dozen of them and I don’t recognize a single one. These aren’t my brothers’ men.
The woman is on the floor blubbering something, sobbing.
I just stare at the door as another set of footsteps approach, quieter now. This one isn’t in a hurry. And I know the instant he steps into my line of vision that he’s in charge.
He’s the one to worry about. The only one who’s masked.
He stops just inside the room, surveys it, eyeing every soldier, every stone, every cobweb. And when deep blue eyes land on me, a weight drops in my belly, a hundred-pound cement block.
The woman with the keys stands, tripping over her words as she walks toward him. He looks down at her like he’s irritated, and she doesn’t get far. An echo of bullets shuts her down, splattering blood like paint on my neck, my face. The shots put her back on the floor.
Fuck.
I don’t spare her a glance. I don’t need to, to know she’s dead.
The man’s eyes return to mine. They narrow. And when he takes a step toward me, I take one back, knocking the chair behind me to the floor, panicking then. Animated then.
I turn to run but see a dozen sets of eyes staring back at me. The masked intruder, the biggest of them all, blocks the only exit. I can’t even jump from the window. They’re barred. Suicide was never an option, not for my brothers. They needed me.
But something’s gone wrong.
And before I can decide what to do, before I can make up my mind to try to charge him, to risk bullets putting me down like they did the woman on the floor, he’s got my wrist in his right hand and he’s squeezing it.
My hand opens. Flowers scatter to the floor. I watch them, then watch him lift my hand to his face. His thumb comes to my ring finger where the hideous diamond catches the waning sun. For a moment I think he’s going to break my finger. But he twists and forces it off. It’s tight but he manages. He pockets the ring then shifts his gaze to mine again.
I swallow hard.
He cocks his head to the side, one hand still locked around my wrist. He spins me around.
I scream as he jerks me to him, his body a solid wall at my back.
He releases my wrist and bands his arm beneath my breasts. With the other, he pushes the veil off my neck, his hand rough against my skin, fingers digging, bruising. I think he’s going to snap my neck. One quick twist is all it would take. He’s a fucking giant.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, the moment I turn my face up to his, he squeezes and instantly, my knees give out. My arms drop uselessly to my sides. He shifts his grip and as I slip, he lifts me up, hauling me over his shoulder, turning the room upside down before it goes black.


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Natasha Knight is the USA Today Bestselling author of Romantic Suspense and Dark Romance Novels. She has sold over half a million books and is translated into six languages. She currently lives in The Netherlands with her husband and two daughters and when she’s not writing, she’s walking in the woods listening to a book, sitting in a corner reading or off exploring the world as often as she can get away.

RELEASE BLITZ – Winter Jasmine by Lyra Winters

Title: Winter Jasmine
Author: Lyra Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2021
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Taking a trip to the Colorado mountains with my best friend was not what I expected.
I didn’t expect to get snowed-in and tack on a few more days of our trip.
I didn’t expect to start seeing him as more than the boy I grew up with.
More importantly, I didn’t expect to ask him to take my virginity.
And thus, an arrangement was made.
The problem was, at the end of our arrangement, my virginity wasn’t the only thing I wanted to give him.
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EXCERPT
“What took you so long?”
“Who was that guy?” His voice was stone-cold, sending shivers down my spine.
“Why?” My throat was tight, making my voice sound raspy. “Are you jealous?”
He pushed away from the door and closed the distance between us, one hand pressing my lower back into him as the other fisted in my hair and pulled my head back enough for me to look up at his blazing eyes. “Who was the guy, Jazz?”
“Sam,” I croaked as my vision became foggy with lust.
“And who the fuck is Sam?” He inched his lips closer to mine.
“A coworker.”
He clicked his tongue. “And?”
“A friend.”
“That’s all?” He brushed his lips lightly against mine before pulling away and waiting for an answer.
“Yes.”
“What about me? Am I just a friend?”


AUTHOR BIO
Lyra Winters is a twenty-something Kentucky woman who adores the book world. When she’s not typing away on her laptop or daydreaming book ideas, Lyra is occupying her time taking care of her two spunky daughters and dreamy husband. She’s addicted to Coca-Cola, 2000s rap music, and bubble baths. Her dream is to write love stories that touch the reader’s hearts.
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BLOG TOUR – Captured in Ink by Carrie Ann Ryan

“Count on Carrie Ann Ryan for emotional, sexy, character driven stories that capture your heart!” –Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author

Captured in Ink, an all-new smoking hot Montgomery Ink: Boulder Novella from New York Times bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan and 1,001 Dark Nights is available now!

New York Times bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan returns to the Montgomery Ink world with three souls bruised yet forever connected in this sexy and intoxicating ménage romance.

Julia and Ronin know their relationship is solid. They’ve been through hell and back, but their love has stayed true through it all. When Ronin’s ex, Kincaid, comes back to town, however, the two realize what they might be missing.

Kincaid didn’t mean to leave Ronin behind all those years ago. When tragedy struck not once, but twice, bringing with it the heat of horror, he couldn’t face the past he’d left behind. Now, he’s back and doesn’t know how he fits in with the seemingly perfect couple—especially not when their families will apparently stop at nothing to keep them apart.

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Excerpt

I had spent too long trying to dig myself out of the darkness, attempting to claw my way out of horror, and I had missed my chance at something more. My fault, I repeated to myself—all my fault.

“Kincaid?” the woman in front of me asked, her voice soft. “It’s good to finally meet you,” she said, although her voice was devoid of emotion. I didn’t know if she was lying or not.

I rolled my shoulders back. “I’m sorry for disturbing you so late. I just got into town. I’ll let you be. Sorry about this.” I turned to walk away, to let the pain ease ever so slightly even though I knew it never would, but a small hand grabbed my arm—the strength of the grip surprising me. I looked down at that diamond ring that had been put on her finger by the man I once loved. The man I still loved? I wasn’t sure.

“Come inside. Please.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I said.

Ronin didn’t say anything. And, somehow, that hurt worse than him yelling at me and throwing me out. But I would deserve it if he did. I deserved all of it.

“I’m Julia. Please, come inside. It’s late and getting a bit chilly. You don’t even have a coat on.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Please. You don’t want me to get mean.” Her eyes twinkled as I peered at her face.

This was the woman Ronin had married, and I liked her. She was firm, smiled, and looked like she would take no shit—the perfect partner for Ronin. She was so different from Alexis. I could already tell that, and maybe that was a good thing. She likely wouldn’t run away when things got tough.

Though I had no idea how I could tell that from a single touch, a momentary glance.

“Come on. Ronin and I were just cleaning up after dinner.”

That’s when I finally noticed the swollen lips—the tousled hair.

Oh, they had definitely been doing something after dinner, but it wasn’t cleaning up.

Jealousy slashed at me, but I pushed it away.

I deserved this, and so much more.

Finally, I looked at Ronin again, saw the longing mixed with anger in his gaze, and knew I couldn’t just leave. I would after, but I couldn’t hurt this woman, not when I knew if I walked away, I would only leave ashes in my wake for her to deal with. And neither of them deserved that.

“Okay, just for a moment.”


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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Talon Pack, Promise Me, and Elements of Five series, which have sold millions of books worldwide. She’s the winner of a RT Book of the Year and a Prism Award in her genres. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.

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COVER & EXCERPT TEVEAL – My Only Regret by Leigh Lennon 

Leigh Lennon is joining us to reveal the cover for her new romance, My Only Regret! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

 

Title: My Only Regret

Author: Leigh Lennon 

Genre: Male/Male Romance 

Release Date: February 11th 

 

About My Only Regret: 

Dallas:

He’s the one that got away. But, Banks Weston is more than just the man who got away. I let him go. He’d been ready to share with the world his true self, living life openly. He’s loud and proud. It’s all the many things I’m not. It took me a while, but I did it—everyone knows I’m gay. I want him back. My betrayal broke his heart. No—I obliterated it. But somehow, our paths cross again, and we have a reason to come together and pretend we’re something we’re not. Though in my heart, I’ll always hope for the second chance I don’t deserve.

Banks:

I both hate him and love him all at the same time. His arrogant smirk, the way he rakes his hands through his hair when he’s nervous, and how he lightens any situation with his humor—are just a few things I miss about Dallas Phillips. I won’t let him suck me in again by his charming nature. My guard is up. I’m standing firm. That is until we find a reason to be together. We’ll have to fake it, showing the whole world that we’re a couple. Then again, it won’t be hard because my heart has never stopped loving him.

 

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Banks storms out to the living room and pulls my arm back to the kitchen entrance where no one can see us—but we can see my close friends. I watch as Crush surrounds Ryder’s waist, and Ry pulls out a spoon, dipping it into the chili, cooling it off. Then he spoon feeds it to Crush. “Fuck, pretty boy. You did it again. This rocks.”

My heart falls, watching their easiness. And the love they share, all with Brooklyn in the mix. 

“Do you see them, Dallas Phillips?” Banks is behind me, his breath on my ear. “That could have been us. We could have had what they share, but you went and fucked it all up.” 

I think he’s going to almost kiss me, though this makes no sense, not with how vicious his tone is in the moment. But his face moves around to my face. I’m waiting for it, but no, he wants me to see the hurt in his profile. I can’t miss it—the pain I’ve caused.

I’m silent. There’s not much to say, and Bank’s breath fans my left shoulder. He used to love my shoulders. I’m waiting for a simple kiss, anything, but then his teeth sink into my flesh, deep and hard. Pain radiates down my spine.

“I can’t imagine that hurt even a fraction of what you’ve done to me, Dallas Phillips. I hope it leaves a fucking scar like you have done to my heart.”

I stand at the kitchen entrance, one that is full of life because two people love one another. I watch Banks as he transforms from whatever that was with us to someone who leans over and picks up Brooklyn. 

His love bite aside, looking at Ry and Crush—it’s what I want, but just like before, when my eyes meet with the yellow in Banks’s normal emerald eyes, I realize I better step up my game because I won’t fucking lose him, again. 



About Leigh Lennon: 

I am a woman who loves to share all my imaginary friends with the world.

My characters become as real to me as those I call family.

I am a girl, who loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings.

Coffee and wine call to me daily, depending on the time of the day.

I am a mom first and foremost and my kids are the breath of my life.

I met my husband while serving in the military and I am proud to say he’s kicked cancer’s ass!

I write real life issues that reflect a little of my own little world.

My family tolerates the seventh member of our family, my computer, as I lug this vital piece everywhere I go.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ – The Sweet Talker by Gina Azzi

Title: The Sweet Talker

Series: Boston Hawks Hockey #1
Author: Gina Azzi
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2021
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I’ve sworn off hockey players. Until the pregnancy test turns pink. 
Noah Scotch is revered in Boston, a veritable god on the ice. I’m a nerdy, newly minted college professor who would rather color code my planner than hit the club scene. Noah shouldn’t look at me twice but when he does, I falter. 
Who can blame me? 
The sweet talker with the deliciously chiseled abs and sinful chocolate eyes is a force. On and off the ice. One hot and intense night with Noah has me second guessing my lack of a dating life. 
Friends with benefits? He offers, I dive in headfirst. Growing up in a hockey family, I know better than to get serious with a player. 
But the more time I spend getting to know Noah, the more my intention to keep things casual rings false. 
Now, I’ve got a hopeful heart and a baby on the way. 
I just need to tell Noah. But when I do, will I end up with everything I never knew I wanted? Or on my own?

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EXCERPT
Do I tell her? Just lay it all out? Why the hell not? I’ve never been known to mince words before. “I lied to you.” 
She rears back like I startled her and I curse myself for being such an idiot. “About what?” 
“I don’t want to be just friends, Indiana. I may be crazy presumptuous right now but the other night…” I trail off, gaging her reaction. 
“The other night what?” she whispers, her eyes searching mine. 
“The other night was better than great. It was… I can’t stop thinking about it. About you, in my bed, and I want you there again.”


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Gina Azzi writes emotional and captivating contemporary romance novels with heart-warming happily-ever-afters. She is the author of Second Chance Chicago Series, The Kane Brothers Series, Finding Love in Scotland Series, The College Pact Series, and Corner of Ocean and Bay. All of her books can be read as stand-alones. 
A Jersey girl at heart, Gina has spent her twenties traveling the world, living and working abroad, before settling down in Ontario, Canada with her husband and three children. She’s a voracious reader, daydreamer, and coffee enthusiast who loves meeting new people. Say hey to her on social media or through www.ginaazzi.com.


BLOG TOUR – Bloody Vows (Lilah Love #5) by Lisa Renee Jones

Title: Bloody Vows
Series: Lilah Love #5
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: January 26, 2021
ABOUT BLOODY VOWS
The fifth book in the Lilah Love series…
FBI agent Lilah Love leads a complicated life. She’s engaged to Kane Mendez, a man most call dangerous, but hey birds of a feather, do flock together. She’s dangerous, too, and in ways only Kane understands. As for their happily ever after, well that might have to wait. Right now, an old enemy who should be dead is still living, Junior, her mystery letter writer, is stirring up trouble, and her family is trying to prove they’re crazier than her. On top of that she has a new case: a dead woman in a bloody wedding dress. And since Lilah knows all too well there is no such thing as coincidence, clearly someone is sending her yet another message.


EXCERPT
By the time I’m in the garage at the house, Kane is waiting for me at the door. He studies me with intensity, intensely unreadable. He’s assessing, questioning, but not talking. God love him and his understanding of how I operate. 
I’m in my head. 
I need to stay there right now. 
He backs up to allow me to enter the back hallway and I’m quick to do just that. Once we’re both inside the warm house, I strip off my wet boots and he takes my coat before I follow him to the kitchen. I settle onto a barstool in front of the marbled island, while he prepares, and then hands me a hot Bailey’s coffee with whipped cream. Yes, the dark, dangerous Kane Mendez put whipped cream on my coffee. And still, we haven’t spoken a word. 
He joins me, claiming the spot next to me while I sip my coffee, the warm, sweet liquid sliding down my throat and helping me come down about two notches. 
Ready now, for more than my own mental ping-ponging of thoughts, I grab my phone, thumbing through photos until I find the image of the jar of blood. I set it in front of Kane. 
“That was left for me in the refrigerator of the crime scene.” 
He glances at it and then me, arching his dark brow. “The victim’s blood?” 
“Pig’s blood,” I say matter-of-factly. “That’s not confirmed, but it’s going to be pig’s blood. I know it.” 
He doesn’t freak out but then I don’t expect anything but calm, thoughtful contemplation from Kane. He doesn’t even ask why I make that assessment. He simply asks, “Is this Pocher or a Roger protégé?” 
Just that easily he’s already in my headspace. And the question spoken at just the right time grounds me in logic rather than the emotion that had me storming out of Emma’s kitchen ready to kill Pocher. 
“Logically,” I say, “the dress and the jar could point to either. Of course, my first reaction was Pocher. We just found out he came back. And when I saw that dead woman and then saw the jar of blood, I was ready to kill him.” 
“Andrew influenced that. He already believed it was Pocher when he called you to the scene.” 
“True. And it could be Pocher.” 
“But your gut isn’t reading it that way. I can tell.” 
I sip my coffee and add, “With the dress, and without the jar of blood, this would have read like a classic jealousy crime. The groom was already neglecting the bride and she had a side dude. And yet, it wasn’t a crime of rage. We’re not even sure how the woman died.” 
“Meaning what?” 
“She seemed to have a rupture from her throat, but there was no obvious cut.” 
“Poison?” he asks. 
“The new medical examiner doesn’t think so.” My cellphone rings with Lucas’s number where it still lays between me and Kane. His jaw clenches.
“I called him to hack for me, and he’s coming to dinner. And before you scowl, he was going to be alone, Kane.” 
He downs his coffee, every last drop, and stands up, his spine stiff. Fuck. I answer the call on speaker. It’s better that way, with Kane’s ear where my ears are right now. “Lucas,” I say, and I don’t warn him that Kane is in the room. If he’s not smart enough to figure that out, he deserves whatever he gets. “What do you have for me?” 
“I pulled Danica and North’s records. I’m sending them in a secure file by maildrop for you to accept. But there’s nothing exceptional there to see. And before you bitch, I’m digging deeper, but that will take time.” 
“What about the victim and the men in her life?” 
“Both her dead husband and her fiancé have donated to various Pocher-driven campaigns. That was easy to pull. Her fiancé has actually donated to your father’s campaign. But Lilah, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone in this town who hasn’t pandered to Pocher’s power. And that’s all I have now. I’m drunk. I’m still drinking. No more updates tonight.” 
“Yes, but—” 
“No,” he says, “and I’m hanging up.” He disconnects. 
I grimace and I’d call him back, but I decide better. 
Kane at this point has filled a whiskey glass and is leaning on the counter in front of the sink. I stand up and close the space between us. I step directly in front of him and he downs his drink and sets the glass down. His hands are on the counter behind him. He doesn’t even think about touching me and I know it’s about Lucas. Which is exactly why I want him to know that I’m not thinking about Lucas, but rather those donations that connect Emma’s fiancé to my father. And I’m thinking about his words, his declaration that we’re dangerous to the Society. “What if—” 
He grabs me and pulls me to him. “If you say that woman died because we’re together, and turn this into another reason to take off my ring, I swear to God, Lilah, I’m done.” 
I can be hard. I can be cold. I can apparently be a killer. But I love Kane Mendez. He’s hard, too. He’s cold as ice. He’s forever in control. But he’s not those things with me. And it’s in this moment, for the first time ever, I realize how much I hurt him when I left him. Just how much I cut him. 
“I regret every moment we were apart more than you can know. I’m not taking off the ring, Kane.” My hands settle on his chest. “Not ever. I’m not—” 
His mouth closes down on mine, his hand on the back of my head, and just that easily, he reminds me I’m human again, capable of wanting, loving, needing, and forgetting all but the moment. But more so, he reminds me that he’s human. He isn’t always in control. He has emotions, torment I can taste on his tongue, even desperation he’d allow no other human to know he’s capable of feeling. I’ve pushed him away. I’ve hurt him. But I’ve always loved him and he doesn’t yet know that I’m done fighting against this, against us. 
He just doesn’t know that. 
And that’s a problem. 
Kane picks me up and I don’t fight him. He has this thing about taking me to his bed, now our bed, as if that establishes some sort of ownership of me and us. Not that I could ever be owned, but deep down, I know we own each other. We always have. We always will. And if that’s what he needs, to feel that ownership, I’m not at war with him. I’m at war with Pocher and the Society. But he doesn’t take me upstairs and to the bedroom. He walks to the living room, neutral territory, and I understand his message. The tide has shifted. The demands have changed. Either I’m in this as his equal or I’m not in this at all. And neither is he.


THE SERIES
MURDER NOTES (book one) – FREE 
MURDER GIRL (book two) – Available Now 
LOVE ME DEAD (book three) – Available Now 
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LOVE KILLS (book four) – Available Now 
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BLOODY VOWS (book five) – NEW RELEASE 
BLOODY LOVE (book six) – Coming June 29, 2021 

ABOUT LISA
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones writes dark, edgy fiction including the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series and the upcoming, crime thriller The Poet. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland and Bad Moms) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. 
Prior to publishing Lisa owned a 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. She lives in Colorado with her husband, a cat that talks too much, and a Golden Retriever who is afraid of trash bags.
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SALE BLITZ – Feisty (Do-Over #3) by Julia Kent

Title: Feisty
Series: Do-Over #3
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Audiobook Narrator: Erin Mallon
Release Date: January 28, 2020
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I’m not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland.
Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends.
So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a real person he’s never met before?
Oh.
Oh, no.
The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.
That’s right.
Feisty.
More from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance at love – drop-kick included.

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“Why are you suddenly meddling in my life like you know me? Because you don’t,” I inform him, moving closer, one hand rising up, my index finger pointing as I assume a power stance that seems otherworldly. Some self inside me is coming to the forefront. 
And she has something to say. 
Two of the people at his table turn and look at us, then start whispering. Fletch’s eyes cut over. 
“Can we talk in private?” he asks. 
“Why? Afraid of being called out in public?” 
“No, but you’re about to get a bunch of cellphones pulled out. You really want more recordings of you floating around on the internet?” 
I spin on my heel and move to the hallway in what I think is the direction of the bathrooms. Paleo2Clean is new to me, but before this incarnation, it was a soup restaurant, and before that, a froyo place. 
Yep. Guessed right. High chairs and bathrooms. 
“Look, Fletch,” I say, grabbing his arm hard. “Until our reunion last year, I hadn’t seen you in forever. And when Mal and Will chose us both to be in their wedding, I wasn’t happy, but I plastered on a fake smile because that’s what you do when your friends are getting married and you used to hate one of the groomsmen.” 
“Hate?” A smile tickles his lips, his amusement infuriating me more than any other response he could possibly have. “You,” he says, looking at my hand on his skin, taking a step closer into my space, “hate me?” 
“No. I said I used to hate you. Before I worked on evolving and being a better human being.” 
“How, exactly, have you done that?” 
“By increasing my vibration.” 
“You are a better person because you use vibrators?” 
“Who said anything about sex toys?” 
“You did. Just now.” 
“No, I didn’t! I said vibrations!” 
“What’s the difference?” 
“Enlightenment!” 
“Pretty sure enlightenment comes from enough orgasms, too, Fiona.” 
An espresso machine hisses in the distance, cutting through the sound of our matched breath. He’s inches from me, heat pulsing off his rock-hard body, the close-fitting black cloth of his shirt rippling only because of curved muscle. My hand on his arm feels like heat itself, our bodies some sort of element that conducts energy on a wavelength science hasn’t discovered yet. 
And I’m wet, wanting, and so, so confused. 
“Why are you turning this conversation into a sex talk?” I finally choke out, pulling back as he leans in. 
“You started it,” he replies, the smile fading, replaced by something intensely seductive. He bites his lower lip for a moment, looking at me. Then, in a whisper that makes me lean in to hear, he adds, “Maybe you wouldn’t hate me so much if I helped you with those vibrations.”


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She’s sick of waiting.

Denya.

The bond blazed through him, white hot and surer than anything he had ever known. It was like a hook yanked deep within his chest, right under his heart and connected to a scorching silver cord between him and his mate.

Manda

Her eyes were wide and her mouth set in an angry line. She was human. He didn’t know if she could feel the bond as fully as he did. She looked ready to kill. It was a look he recognized well.

She was all grown up. She had to be twenty now, not the girl he had left behind.

Her curves had filled out, breasts swelling to fill out the shapeless outfit she was wearing, her dark hair held back and her face pale with cheekbones sharp enough to cut. There was no mistaking her for a child any longer; she’d left that behind and stepped fully into womanhood.

His body ached in ways he had forgotten. It had been four years since he’d laid down with anyone, four years since he’d even thought about it. But now all those wants and lusts flared back to life. His cock twitched in his pants and Deke had to clench his jaw to keep from letting a ragged noise escape his throat.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to carry her to his bed and have his way with her. Every muscle strained to step forward and sweep her up into his arms. It hurt to not be touching her.

But he was pretty sure she would stab him if he got any closer. The last time someone had looked at him that way, he had gotten stabbed. And he had deserved it a lot less than he did now.

He should probably hand Manda a knife and have it done with.

“Manda.” The word came out on a breath, almost a prayer.

Her eyes flicked up and down, taking him in with a practiced air of indifference. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asked.


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Kate Rudolph is a paranormal and science fiction romance author who lives in Indiana. She loves writing about kick butt heroines and the steamy heroes who love them. She’s been devouring romance novels since she was too young to be reading them and had to hide her books so no one would take them away. She couldn’t imagine a better job in this world than writing romances and sharing them with her fellow readers.

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BLOG TOUR – Fighting Dirty (Ice Kings) by Stacey Lynn

On or off the ice, I have no problems fighting dirty to get what I want.
But this is one fight I might just lose.

Fighting Dirty, an all-new irresistible, fake relationship standalone romance in the smoking hot Ice Kings Series from Stacey Lynn is available now!

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my best friend.

Like, hide the fact I’ve been in love with her for years.

Or agree to be her fake boyfriend when we have to return to her hometown for her exes wedding.

Little does Jillian know this is what I’ve been waiting for.

It’s a dream come true. I finally get to touch her and love her in all the ways I’ve been dying to show her.

For one weekend only, she’s mine, even if she thinks it’s fake.

Pretending to love her is easy.
I want her to be mine forever.

Getting Jillian to admit it’s what she wants too, is another thing.

On or off the ice, I have no problems fighting dirty to get what I want.

But this is one fight I might just lose.


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“I’ll do it.”
“What?” I mean, that was Becca’s plan, but I still hadn’t decided if I was going to ask Klaus.
He’ll have to pretend to be my boyfriend. Someone who loves me enough to prove I’ve totally moved on from Roman and Julianna. I’m not sure my mental health can handle spending a weekend with Klaus pretending we’re dating and then coming back home after and going back to being friends.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I do it?”
“Are you sure?” I take a small sip. Too much wine will go straight to my head. My appetite still hasn’t returned since Saturday, mostly because I’ve been dreading this moment. “Because it’s not just a date, I mean, it is, but we’d have to act in love and all that stuff.”
Klaus laughs and pushes off his stool. “I do understand the general idea of being a boyfriend and what that entails.”
A warm, calloused, and gorgeous hand covers mine, forcing both my hand and the avocado oil glass bottle to the counter.
“Look at me.”
When I do, he steals my breath. I’ve been able to hide my reaction to him for years. First I pushed it aside because I was stupidly in love with Roman, and then we were friends.
Are friends.
Right. Friends shouldn’t feel this way or have their body heat just because they’re in close, touching proximity to each other.
Someone should tell that to my vagina.
“What about Bailey?” Bailey’s his on-again, off-again cheerleader girlfriend with the local NBA team. She’s also a pre-med student and sweet as hell. It’s difficult to hate her even when I tried. And before Bailey, there was Barbie and Brianna and Bianca. Klaus has such a fascination with women whose names start with the letter B I hesitated to ever introduce him to Becca. Fortunately, Becca’s immune to his charm.
“I haven’t seen Bailey in months.”
“What?” I ask again. “I thought…”
“We weren’t serious. And she wanted something I couldn’t give her.”
“What’s that?”
“Commitment. My heart.” His steel-blue eyes are perfectly framed with long, golden-brown lashes that blink slowly. “I didn’t feel that way about her, so we ended things, firmly, months ago, and I don’t want to talk about her anymore. I’d love to take you to the wedding. In fact, I want to take you.”
A tiny little bubble of hope lifts my voice. “Really? You’ll pretend with me?”
His eyes bounce from mine, to my nose, to my lips before meeting my gaze. I swear that steely blue deepens into another emotion before he smiles. “Sure. I’ll pretend with you.”
A flutter of warmth skips across my shoulder, to my neck, down my spine.
Pretend to be in love with Klaus Newman?
I can totally pull that off.
But can I do it while hiding the fact I think I’m already halfway in love with the guy?
I guess we’ll see how good of an actress I am.


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Stacey Lynn likes her coffee with a dash of sugar, her heroes with a side of bossy, and her wine a deep shade of red.

The author of over thirty romance novels, many of which have been best-selling titles on Amazon, AppleBooks, and Barnes & Noble, she loves being able to turn her vivid imagination into a career that brings entertainment and joy to her readers. Focused on sports romance and emotional, small-town romance, she also loves stretching herself in different genres.

Born in Texas and raised in the Midwest, she now makes her home in North Carolina and loves all things Southern. Together with her ultimate tall, dark, and handsome hero, she has four children. Her life is a chaotic mess that fights with her Type-A, list-making, neurotically organized preferences and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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BLOG TOUR – The Virgin Hunt Games by Mel Teshco

THE VIRGIN HUNT GAMES

by Mel Teshco


Publication Date: January 18, 2021

Tropes: Forbidden Love, Off Limits, Overcoming Odds

Genres: Adult, Entangled: One Handed Reads, Erotic, Paranormal, Sci-fi, Aliens, Romance

EARTH, YEAR 2324

Melody Simmons desperately needs to fill her bank accounts with credits that could help her family climb out of near poverty. And in the Virgin Hunt Games, that means enticing as many hunters as possible to bed her. The downside? Billions of viewers from all parts of the galaxy would be watching her fall from virtue with avid interest.

Alien Damon Banscott despises everything about the Virgin Hunt Games. Except the fact he can now legally destroy his enemy in the games. He is in this only for revenge. Then Damon sees one of the beautiful hunted and, for a moment, his heart stops beating. He’ll fight to the death before allowing another hunter to touch and deflower Melody.

But while the hunters get more credits by pleasing their captive mate sexually, the hunted women received more by finding their pleasure with any of the hunters who weren’t their assigned mate.

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“Oh no, you don’t,” Bastion said with a snarl, lunging for her.

She didn’t cry out when his huge hand engulfed her ankle and hauled her all too easily toward him. Instead, she drew on all her training and relaxed her muscles. She only wished she had a knife to throw. She’d practiced that skill relentlessly in her law enforcement training.

She hid a grim smile. Let the bastard imagine she was a weakling. It was only after he’d dragged her free that she bent her other leg and struck out hard with her boot.

The spiked heel slashed Bastion’s face, carving across his jaw right to the top of his bristled cheek. Blood gushed and he released her with a roar, his dark queue swinging.

She hoped the pain would distract him long enough for her to get away.

It didn’t.

She scrabbled back under the machinery, but before she’d gotten even halfway, he reached for her again, grabbing her upper arm. Her breath hissed at his brutal grip, and it took all her willpower not to claw at his hand but instead clutch at the pencil tucked in her hair.

He yanked her toward him, too enraged to realize she’d lifted the pencil until she punched down and stabbed it into his hand, piercing the sharp point all the way through to his palm. He bared his teeth at her, and her throat closed up at his cold, hard eyes with their promised glitter of retribution.

He let her go to jerk the pencil free. More blood sprayed as he fisted his hands.

Shit. She pushed to her feet and as he swung at her she dove through the air. Too late. His fist connected with her cheek, snapping back her head before she hit the ground hard.

Air whooshed from her lungs. Her ears rang, and sticky warmth trickled from her nose. She fought to stay conscious and bring her blurred vision back into focus. Damn it all to hell! She should have anticipated the violent backhand, should have tried to block it instead of avoiding it.

But though dizziness pressed on her skull, she became aware she was no longer alone with the sadistic alien. Damon had arrived. Every cell within her tingled at his presence, even before the thump of fists on flesh reverberated in the air.

She rolled over, blinking back another round of dizziness. Pain bloomed from her cheek outward, where Bastion’s backhand had almost taken her head from her shoulders.

The two huge hunters fought with a rage that was palpable, Damon attacking Bastion with a strength and skill that was incredible to behold. Neither of the men were holding back.

Damon spun and lashed out, kicking the other hunter high in the throat—Bastion’s one vulnerable point. But though Bastion staggered back, he quickly recovered and flew at Damon with a snarl of rage, throwing his huge fists relentlessly at the other hunter. She winced when more than a couple of punches made contact with Damon’s torso. Holy shit. Just one of those hits would knock an ordinary mortal to the ground.

But Damon fought back, giving as good as he got. Though Bastion was taller and heavier, Damon was faster, more skilled. Hard to believe he was the underdog.


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Mel Teshco loves to write scorching paranormal, sci-fi and contemporary stories. Not easy with five cats, two dogs and a fat black thoroughbred vying for attention, especially when Mel’s also busily stuffing around on Facebook. With only one daughter now living at home to feed two minute noodles, she still shakes her head at how she managed to write with three daughters and three stepchildren living under the same roof. Not to mention Mr. Semi-Patient (the one and same husband hoping for early retirement…he’s been waiting a few years now…) Clearly anything is possible, even in the real world.

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