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New Release ~ Magnetic Medic ~ by ~ Alexa Padgett

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A sexy, new brother’s best friend romance from USA Today bestselling author Alexa Padgett. He’s my brother’s childhood friend. I’m pregnant with another man’s baby. What a time to fall in love… Coming home seemed like a good idea at the time. My ex-fiancé split, I was almost done with my master’s degree, and I was already working at the family architecture firm. When I move in next door to pediatrician Ryder Mackay, I’m not expecting the connection—or the passion in his eyes that I feel deep in my soul. He’s the best doctor for my baby, but he’s not the guy I need. Still, the way Ryder looks snuggling my puppy—and my infant daughter—to his rock-hard chest makes me wish this sexy, smart, compassionate man was mine. Maybe, it’s pregnancy hormones. Or…maybe this magnetic pull is forever.

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I glanced at the clock. It was five-thirty in the morning. I was too hungry to worry about niceties. I grabbed my keys and walked across the hall, knocking on his door. Rosie at my heels.

I tapped my foot, irritated with the wait. He finally opened it, hair in disarray, sprouting in all directions from his head, eyes bleary.

“Aidy. Are you okay?”

“I’m not in labor. I’m hungry.” I bypassed him and beelined to his kitchen, which was the same clean granite-and-white appliances as mine.

Once again, Rosie followed. I gasped in delight as I grabbed a loaf of bread. I pulled out a slice and shoved it in my mouth, chewing furiously.

“Want an omelet?” he asked.

I glanced back to see him kneeling on the floor, his large hand stroking my puppy’s shiny fur. My heart melted and my vagina tried to take notice. But I refused to acknowledge all his bare skin and sleek muscle next to puppy preciousness. I was on a mission.

“You know, some protein to go with those carbs?” he asked.

“Make it quick,” I said. “Or I might eat your arm instead.”

He chuckled even as he stood. “Give me a sec.”

Oh, my. My cheeks flamed as I took in the broad expanse of his nude back. Ryder’s broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips, and all the way down, my gaze caught on interesting ridges and swells that slid into the valley of his spine. He worked out. Often. No other way he’d have that body. I stood by my original assessment that he looked like the Men’s Health model. Only even more defined and sexier.

My gaze dropped further.

“Um, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” I asked, my eyes still on his fabulous ass encased in the thin cotton barrier of his boxer briefs. Oh, hell, they were Calvin Kleins. I would forever have a deep-seated love for the brand thanks to their perfect framing of Ryder Mackay’s ass.

“Yes.”

Oh my…he’d brought her here.

My stomach tried to turn itself inside out, but then it grumbled. Fuck it. If he were getting action, I definitely deserved this loaf of bread and a good ogling for my fantasies.

He started to turn toward me, and I barely managed to drag my eyes up before he caught me ogling.

“I’m sorry,” I said. I shoved part of the slice of bread in my mouth and snagged a banana and an apple from his counter, which I piled atop the loaf of bread. I headed toward the door, saying, “Apologies for interrupting…ah…yeah, well. Bye.”

He cocked his head to the side, clearly unable to understand me through my slice of bread and my mumbled shame. Rosie whined. I glared at her.

No, traitor, we could not stay for more petting.

“I was sleeping.”

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USA TODAY Bestseller Alexa Padgett’s books have garnered accolades from Kirkus Reviews, National Indie Excellence Awards, The Romance Reviews, and Readers’ Favorites. Her last few novels have been added to several Goodreads Best lists. Alexa spent a good part of her youth traveling. From Budapest to Belize, Calgary to Coober Pedy, she soaked in the myriad smells, sounds, and feels of these gorgeous places, wishing she could live in them all–at least for a while. And she does in her books. She lives in New Mexico with her husband, children, and Great Pyrenees pup, Ash. When not writing, schlepping, or volunteering, she can be found in her tiny kitchen, channeling her inner Barefoot Contessa.

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Blog Tour ~ Swimming in Sparkles ~ by ~ Debra Anastasia

“Debra Anastasia’s writing is imaginary, dark, comedic, and the perfect sexy.” — Tijan, New York Times Bestselling Author

Swimming in Sparkles, an all-new not-to-be-missed, New Adult romance that brings you a modern day Robin Hood tale filled with emotion from Debra Anastasia is available now!

My name is Ruffian. To remember my mom, I want to change the world.

I’m going to do things wrong to make things right. That’s okay, because I’m going to jail. I know it. I’ve planned for it. I was always going to end up there.

For now, I need a cover story. A cover family. A way to hide from the suspicion that always finds me.

Teddi Burathon is the perfect shield. Popular, friendly, sassy. Good. She’s everything I’m not. And I’ll use her as a pretty distraction so no one sees me coming.

My heart is dead and I’m a bomb waiting to detonate. Most people want to build a future.

Me?

I’m going to rob a bank.

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I flopped around until I really, really wanted a glass of water. Or a bottle. Just anything to get me hydrated. I stood and went to my door, squeaking it open slowly. No one told me I had to stay in my room, but that was a sense I was getting. I should be settled for the evening. Rocket the dog was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was with one of the family members. The young cat that Gaze and Pixie had claimed was theirs was on the couch and covered his eyes with his paws when I walked past him. In the kitchen I had to open three different cabinets until I found some glasses. They were all special liquor glasses. Wine, rocks, beer glasses—they would suffice, but their normal cups weren’t in an obvious spot. I went to the fridge and skipped the ice so I wouldn’ make a racket. When my glass was halfway full, a person lurking in the doorway caught my eye. I started and my hand jumped, the glass shooting up out of my hand. Teddi lurched forward and put out her hand. I did the same. I managed to get a grip on the glass as Teddi’s arm swung wildly and she poked me in the eye with her pinkie. “Oh shit.” I slapped my left hand over my throbbing eye while catching the glass with my other hand. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Are you okay? It felt like I stuck my finger in Jell-O right then.” She shivered and closed her eyes. I opened my other eye while squeezing the injured one tightly. “It’s okay. I have two. And I like a challenge.” “Seriously? Like, I can drive you to Urgent Care or wherever. You might have a scratched cornea and that blows. I hated when it happened to me.” “Someone poked you in the eye in the middle of the night?” “No. I had an accident in cheer. Our bottom was a little off her game and I wound up knowing what four inches of her finger felt like in my brain.” “Man, that’s not the sentence I want to hear wrapped around the words of four inches of finger in.” I staggered over to the counter and set down my glass. “What did you want to hear?” She was smokin’. Forcing me to tell her about my dirty mind. “Nothing. No worries. Why are you up in the middle of the night?” I slumped against the counter. “It’s time for my two a.m. fudge bar.” She moved to the freezer part of the fridge and yanked it open. She had the ice cream she sought set up like a dispenser. She plucked out a cold one and had the paper off of it in a practiced motion. Here I was feeling spoiled for having water from the dispenser. Girlfriend had her own private ice cream truck in her kitchen. “You set an alarm for that or something?” I lifted my chin in her direction. “It’s a built-in notification” She tapped her temple with her phone. “How’s your room downstairs?” Stupid luxurious. Spacious. Private. Alone. Sad. “Great. Bed’s a little soft.” I attempted to open my poked eye. Couldn’t do it. I watched as concern zipped her smile into a straight line. “You really might have some damage there.” She took a step toward me. If she only knew. The damage I had and the damage I intended to do. “Let me see.” She popped the whole ice cream into her mouth and clamped her lips around it. Then she was in my space on her tiptoes. She put her hands on my face like we’d known each other our whole lives. I flinched a little and she settled a hand behind my neck. She pried my closed eye open with her fingers. In the meantime, she made sucking noises around the ice cream. It seemed like she might actually be in distress, so I grabbed the Fudgsicle out of her mouth. She licked around her lips and squinted some more. “I can’t tell crap. It’s too dark.” She stepped back and took her ice cream from my hands. She did some very thorough licking of the melting parts as she made her way to the light switch. She turned it on and returned to me. “I need to set this down.” She opened the cabinet next to my head and took out a bowl, setting the fudge bar in it. Then she resumed her position and clamped onto my neck and eye again. “Sorry, I am so used to being in people’s personal space between makeup and cheer.” She seemed to be apologizing for putting her chest against me and blowing her sweet breath onto my face. It was all making things happen in my pants. Too much. As she looked intently at my eye, interrogation-style, I had to stare at her. She had to be the prettiest human I’d ever seen in person. Her eyes were set up like blue starbursts and her skin was beautifully smooth. I wanted to lick it like she was my ice cream treat. She let go of my eyelid and it snapped shut. “It’s red and bloodshot.” She pointed to the kitchen chair. I lumbered over and sat down, grateful for a place to hunch over my growing problem. Teddi went back to the freezer and came back with a cold pack. “Tilt your head back a little.” I did as she asked again, and she straddled my leg, again holding my neck. Sure, my eye felt like it still had her finger in it, but all this closeness was really having me and my pants hoping she was going to kiss everything and make it better. She gently pressed the ice on my closed eye. “Keep it closed. The eye really does heal itself a lot. You just need to give it time.” I grunted in acknowledgment. As I peered at her through my working eye, she rooted around in the kitchen. Her tiny sleep shorts and tank top were my own personal cable channel. She used the water from my glass—whatever was left—and then refilled a water bottle with a straw in it. “Here, now you can drink easier while your eye does what it has to do.” She held the bottle near my face. I took it out of her hand. “Thanks. You send mixed messages to weirdos in your kitchen. Attack, first aid, apply water.” I took a deep suck and realized I was super thirsty. She went back to her ice cream and opened a drawer until she came up with a spoon. Her snack had become a cold soup and she ate it as such. I hit the bottom of the bottle with a loud slurp. Teddi grimaced. “Damn, son. You were parched.” She grabbed my bottle and filled it again. The little kindnesses she was showing me were getting embedded into my skin. Where I was from, how I was raised, kindness was hard to find. I could go whole days without getting treated like a person by anyone besides my mom. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry I turned you into a pirate. The good news is, I have an eye patch from last Halloween for you.” She pointed at my eye with her spoon. “Then I’m all set.” I was able to get half the second water bottle down before I was truly done with feeling thirsty.

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Debra creates pretend people in her head and paints them on the giant, beautiful canvas of your imagination. She has a Bachelor of Science degree in political science and writes new adult angst and romantic comedies. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two amazing children.

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Pre-Order Blitz ~ Meet Cute ~ by ~ Elise Faber

Meet Cute by Elise Faber releases on April 5th! https://geni.us/MeetCute Preorder Now On All Platforms

He’s a movie star. I’m just a girl from a small town.

He lives in L.A when he’s not traveling the world. I live in Utah, and the furthest I’ve been is a few states away. He’s beautiful. I’m . . . just me. Talbot Green is the man who has everything—fame, money, adoring fans—and I’m just a girl from a small town, childhood friends with his publicist, and looking forward to spending a few days in warm and sunny California. Then I saved his life. In front of the paparazzi. And suddenly, my face is everywhere—on social media, on TV, on magazine covers. Suddenly, I’m not just a girl from a small town, who’s living a small life. Suddenly . . . I belong to Talbot Green, at least in the eyes of the media. And also . . . perhaps in the eyes of Talbot himself. But maybe, just maybe, he belonged to me right back.

About the Author: USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at elisefaberauthor@gmail.com. Connect with Elise! Website: https://www.elisefaber.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elisefaberauthor/ Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/fabinators Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/elisefaber Twitter: https://twitter.com/faberelise Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bdnmEj Bookbub: http://bit.ly/2Ilspyd

New Release ~ Palm Beach Bodyguard ~ by ~ Michelle Donn

Title: Palm Beach Bodyguard

Series: The Protecting Love Series

Author: Michelle Donn

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 29, 2021

Cover Design: T E Black Designs

‘Palm trees, a sexy bodyguard, flying bullets, and an adorable dog! This book has it all covered. Perfect way to forget about real life. Ava and Jackson are an opposites attract bodyguard romance couple I won’t soon forget. Five stars for this fun and steamy romantic suspense set in the ritzy town of Palm Beach, Florida.’ — Goodreads Review

‘This was another fabulous romantic suspense novel! … I look forward to reading the next book in this exciting and endearing series.’ –Floraljoy on BookSprout

He’s the security expert her overprotective father hired.

She’s the headstrong former prosecutor tempting him to break all his rules.

Together they have chemistry hotter than the Florida sun.

It was the worst day of Ava Barton’s life. She’d been fired from the US Attorney’s office in Miami and learned there might be a contract on her life. The police and the FBI can’t protect her from “might,” so she begrudgingly takes refuge behind the walls of her parents’ oceanfront estate in Palm Beach.

Jackson King protects the rich and famous while they play in the Florida sunshine. When the powerful Barton family needs a bodyguard for their daughter, he steps up to take the job. But the platonic working relationship Jackson expects goes off the rails. And, against his better judgment, he wants Ava as more than a client.

When Ava’s life is at risk, Jackson’s need to claim her as his own threatens to boil over. Can he ignore his desires until the authorities catch the person behind the dangerous attacks? Or will her family send him packing?

This book has a sun-kissed ex-military bodyguard with an adorable dog and a workaholic heroine with an unpredictable temper. Action. Danger. Humor. Steam. And a storybook-worthy happily ever after.

Palm Beach Bodyguard can be enjoyed as a standalone but it is book three of the Protecting Love series.

“Zombies or bullseyes?” Jackson asked while poking the flags into the barrels of the two weapons on the table.

“I don’t understand?”

He held up two paper targets. One was a typical bullseye with rings and crosshairs. The other was a picture of a killer zombie with targets over its head and chest.

Laughing, Ava pointed at the zombie, of course. If she was doing this, she might as well get ready for the apocalypse. The high pitch of her laughter made her realize how tense she was. The strange environment had her so far outside her comfort zone she couldn’t even see it anymore. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans and let out a big exhale.

“Most important,” Jackson said. “One, never put your finger on the trigger unless you’re ready to shoot. And two, never point the gun anywhere but downrange. Got it?”

Whatever else he told her today might get jumbled in her head, but she would never forget those two rules.

He looked the smaller gun over and offered it to her. He held it down and away from them, handling it as if it were loaded. “It’s empty. This is a .22-caliber revolver. Smaller gun, easy to handle, good place to start.”

Again, she dried her palms on her jeans before she wrapped her right hand around the grip on the revolver, mimicking Jackson’s careful handling. When he let go, she almost dropped the gun. It was heavy, really heavy. She was careful to keep it pointed downrange as she got accustomed to the feel of it in her hand. Her heart was beating faster, and she had to bite her lips to contain a nervous giggle.

Jackson had strung up one of the ridiculous zombie paper targets and sent it downrange about ten yards.

Next thing she knew, he’d stepped up behind her. His chest grazed her back. “Lift your arms. Two hands on the gun.” He cupped her hands in his, tightening her grip on the gun. His warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. An image from last night’s fantasy popped unbidden into her mind: his hands spreading her thighs.

One of his hands skimmed down her arm to turn her hips square to the target. “Feet just less than shoulders width apart.”

Her nipples hardened against the smooth satin of her bra. She took a calming breath, and her lungs filled with Jackson’s unique smell. The scent of a day spent on the ocean. Tangy salt air, sunscreen, and cool breezes. The scent matched his golden tan and sun-streaked hair.

His hand stayed on her hip, searing through the lightweight sweater she wore.

“Good,” he said. His freshly shaven cheek brushed against her temple. She had the overwhelming urge to lean back and rub against the gorgeous chest she’d admired all morning in the gym.

She’d lost her mind. This wasn’t the time to think sexy thoughts about her hunky bodyguard.

“Now curve your index finger around the trigger. You’re going to try a dry fire to get a feel for the trigger.” His other hand fell to her hip.

She refocused on the gun, trying to keep it steady. And she pulled the surprisingly stiff trigger back. A click sounded, and she removed her finger from the trigger. “Like that?”

“Yep, try it a few more times.”

She focused on the trigger and tried to ignore the feeling of Jackson leaning closer. She shifted her hips, frustrated there was no way to rub her thighs together while standing in proper firing position. Her ass grazed his crotch, and he inhaled sharply.

Behind her, he cleared his throat and stepped back. “Ah, put it on the table, and I’ll show you how to load it next.” His voice was deep and extra husky. She wasn’t the only one feeling something. She set the gun down and reminded herself again this was a working relationship—not a first date.

Loading was pretty simple. She got comfortable with that quickly, and Jackson reminded her of the rules and etiquette for the range while he had her load and unload the gun a few times. Now that it was time to shoot, he told her to remove the little flag from the end of the barrel.

“Ready for the real thing?” He waved her to the front of their station and pulled on his earmuffs.

The silly zombie waved in the breeze, ten yards in front of her. No problem. Eyes stay open, look at the target, squeeze trigger. She pulled down her earmuffs, adjusted her eye protection, and got in firing position.

Bang!

“Holy shit!” She’d done it.

That was a lot more everything. Louder, more kick, and way more exhilarating than she’d have ever guessed. Her fast breathing and racing pulse echoed in her head thanks to the earmuffs.

Jackson’s hand curved around her shoulder, and he lifted one side of her earmuffs. “Nice shooting.”

She scanned the target; her bullet had nipped the zombie’s left hand. Hmm, she wasn’t going to survive the apocalypse if that was the best she could do. Five shots later she finally managed to tag the ghoul mid-chest. Unfortunately, she’d been aiming for his brain.

“Okay, reload, and let’s try again.”

Jackson ran through pointers on aiming and breathing. He was as excited to teach her as she was to learn. That zombie was going down!

She took up her stance and waited for the range officer to announce the range was hot again. The first shot went wide, but number two, bullseye! Dead center in her zombie’s gooey green brain. Empowered? Hell yeah, she felt empowered. Her dad was a genius.

Jackson’s whoop of triumph was loud enough for her to hear through the earmuffs. Smiling, she squeezed off the rest of her rounds. Her hands shook a little when she set the gun down. She’d done it. Ava 1 – Zombies 0.

Jackson pulled in the target and unclipped it from the cardboard backer. “Souvenir?”

She eagerly took the tattered paper target and carefully folded it before sliding it into her back pocket.

A few more rounds and a few more dead zombies and her trembling arms were ready to let Jackson take a turn firing his larger 9mm semi-automatic. She stood back, admiring the scene. And what a scene it was. He handled the weapon with confidence. Sexy man doing sexy things. And the visual of his hands wrapped around the cold black steel… She shook her head to clear out the inappropriate thoughts.

Afterward, Jackson put away their equipment while she swept up their spent shell casings.

“You did good,” he said.

“Yeah, I did. When are we coming back?”

Laughing, Jackson directed her to head for the Bronco. “Come on, Lady Rambo, let’s go find some lunch.”

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Michelle introduced herself to romance novels by stealing them off her mother’s bookshelf. She got caught red-handed when she destroyed a new book by dropping in the bathtub before her mom could read it. From stolen paperbacks to an overloaded iPad, Michelle’s passion for reading grew into her debut contemporary romance novel: Savannah Run.

She lives in South Florida with her real-life prince charming, two dogs, two horses, a cat, and Daisy the donkey. Most evenings, you will find her floating in the pool, enjoying a cocktail, and working out the plot of her next book with her husband.

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Book Tour ~ Widow’s Undoing ~ by ~ L. Wilder

Title: Widow’s Undoing

Series: Ruthless Sinners MC

Author: L. Wilder

Genre: MC Romance (standalone)

Release Date: March 25, 2021

Frankie Sullivan was everything I wasn’t.

She was good, beautiful and strong.

She hadn’t let her past break her.

She’d held on to the hope for a better tomorrow, not only for herself but for her two boys.

She was a woman who wanted…who deserved more.

I wasn’t a man who could give more.

I was cold, broken and full of rage.

My past had broken me.

I never allowed anyone get too close.

I’d tried to fight the pull I felt towards her.

But all the little things—her smile, her light, the feel of her skin on mine—drew me in.

It was all the little things that would become my undoing.

L. Wilder has knocked it out of the park with this one. Strap in and hold on tight. This angsty, gritty, love story will break your heart and then mend it. ~Book Club Gone Wrong

Widow’s Undoing hit the pages at full speed for another not to be missed L.Wilder amazing ride! ~Jenerated Reviews

This book had me mad as hell one minute, laughing my fool head off the next and on the edge of my seat with the threat that came for the club. Thank you Ms. Wilder for another amazing book! ~A Book Lover

Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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New Release ~ Again With You ~ by ~ E.H. Lyon

Title: Again With You

Series: The Matchbox Series #4

Author: E.H. Lyon

Genre: Second Chance/Small Town Romance

Release Date: April 1, 2021

This sexy attorney may just have his second chance at a future with her…

Jake Sutton doesn’t have time for romance. He tends to skip dinner and head straight to dessert. It’s not like he’s a complete jerk, he knows how to be romantic —it happened once. His friends have been trying to set him up on a blind date for months with the new bakery owner in town, to no avail. But when they end up at the same party and their eyes meet, it all comes back. Turns out Avery is no stranger.

Jake and Avery had a summer together a few years back in a different city. They were so many things… then one day they were not. Yet seeing each other again, well, it’s a struggle—the not jumping into bed or lying her down on the kitchen counter kind of struggle.

But closure and a second chance are not the same thing, and they’ll need both if they want to try again. And this bakery owner and hotshot attorney are about to realize that finding their way back to one another could just be bittersweet.

Again with You is the fourth sweet and sexy standalone novel from the “Matchbox” series, where you can revisit your favorite characters throughout.

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E.H. Lyon hates folding laundry and decided one day to avoid it by writing witty and a little steamy stories. Her stories take you on a light and bantering ride until the very end, when your couple finds their happily ever after. Along the way, there may be the occasional emotional twist thrown in and the essential appearance of a bottle of whiskey. E.H. has a thing for witty women, determined well-dressed men who fall in love, and the steamy scenes that bring them together.

An American from the Midwest, she now lives in Northern Europe with her small pack of humans. She believes the essence of balance is sitting on a yoga mat listening to music whilst eating a donut. And she absolutely loves finding a new book boyfriend to swoon-over, hearing from other authors, and connecting with people who read her books.

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New Release ~ Kill Me Tomorrow ~ by ~ Britney King

Title: Kill Me Tomorrow

Author: Britney King

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Release Date: April 1, 2021

From the bestselling author of The Social Affair and HER comes a mind-bending thriller that’s soaked with raw sensuality, as an investigator’s search takes a wicked turn when he meets a beautiful and provocative woman.

Ali is a sex therapist-slash-guru, famous for the work she does helping others find pleasure.

The problem: Ali can never quite find it for herself.

Her life’s work makes nothing taboo, nothing off limits. And she’s tried everything short of murder. Although, with the way things are going, it’s not off the table.

When Ethan Lane is hired to investigate the death of a wealthy bachelor, he isn’t expecting to stumble into a string of murders. The victims are men, and all members of a popular dating app. Operating undercover with a profile of his own, he meets the woman of his dreams—who also happens to be his best suspect.

The question: Can Lane stay alive long enough to prove his theory? And does he want to?

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Hello. I’m Britney.

I live in Austin, Texas with my husband, children, a dog named Gatsby, one ridiculous cat, and a partridge in a pear tree.

When I’m not wrangling the things mentioned above, I write psychological, domestic, and romantic thrillers set in suburbia.

Currently, I’m writing three series and several standalone novels.

The Bedrock Series features an unlikely heroine who should have known better. Turns out, she didn’t. Thus she finds herself tangled in a messy, dangerous, forbidden love story and face-to-face with a madman hell-bent on revenge. The series has been compared to Fatal Attraction, Single White Female, and Basic Instinct.

The Water Series follows the shady love story of an unconventional married couple—he’s an assassin—she kills for fun. It has been compared to a crazier book version of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Also, Dexter.

Around The Bend is a heart-pounding standalone, which traces the journey of a well-to-do suburban housewife, and her life as it unravels, thanks to the secrets she keeps. If she were the only one with things she wanted to keep hidden, then maybe it wouldn’t have turned out so bad. But she wasn’t.

The With You Series at its core is a deep love story about unlikely friends who travel the world; trying to find themselves, together and apart. Packed with drama and adventure along with a heavy dose of suspense, it has been compared to The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and Love, Rosie.

The Social Affair is an intense standalone about a timeless couple who find themselves with a secret admirer they hadn’t bargained for. For fans of the anti-heroine and stories told in unorthodox ways, the novel explores what can happen when privacy is traded for convenience.

It is reminiscent of films such as One Hour Photo and Play Misty For Me. Classics. Without a doubt, connecting with readers is the best part of this gig. If you’d like to connect, shoot me an email. You can also find me on Facebook, Instagram, and occasionally on Twitter.

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New Release ~ Mustang Belle ~ by ~ Eva Haining

Title: Mustang Belle

Series: Mustang Ranch

Author: Eva Haining

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 30, 2021

Thomas Knox is a hometown boy.

Ever since a high school football injury took his chance at a college scholarship, Knox has been learning the family business in Kingsbury Falls. After having his heart broken by his lifelong friend and the town’s newest movie star, Knox has taken on the mantle of the town bad boy, until singer Mirabelle catches his eye.

Mirabelle has been touring the country with her band, and is about to ride the highs of stardom. When tragedy strikes and fate brings her to Kingsbury Falls once more, she can’t help but find herself falling for hometown heartthrob, Knox. The strong silent type, he’s a tough guy to get to know.

Can Mirabelle crack Knox’s shell, or will he push her away in an attempt to guard his heart?

Mustang Belle is a small town, rock star, cowboy romance.

I’m happiest when wandering through the uncharted territory of my imagination. You’ll find me curled up with my laptop, browsing the books at the local library, or enjoying the smell of a new book, taking great delight in cracking the spine and writing in the margins!

Eva is a native Scot but lives in Texas with her husband, two kids, and a whizzy little fur baby with the most ridiculous ears. She first fell in love with British literature while majoring in Linguistics, 17th Century Poetry, and Shakespeare at University. She is an avid reader and lifelong notebook hoarder. In 2014, she finally put her extensive collection to good use and started writing her first novel. Now writing in three sub-genres of romance, Eva is currently working on some exciting new projects for 2021.

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Mason Creek, Montana is my home. It always has been and truth is, there is no place like it.

I can hide away in a big city, pretend as if I’m not drowning. I can ignore the sadness inside my heart that is begging for a change. But if I’m being honest, my sense of belonging has disappeared. I thought I wanted the big city life, the fast track and all the glamorous things. Turns out, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than home.

Coming back to help run my mom’s business gave me the perfect escape.

But there is one problem.

An unresolved past has a way of haunting anyone. Things can sure get complicated when the man that broke your heart all those years ago is now your new landlord.

It may get a little messy, I may regret my decision to stay… But then again, this might just be the Perfect Risk.

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New Release ~ The Design of Dukes ~ by ~ Kathleen Ayers

Andromeda is the most frustrating creature Granby has ever encountered. When their insults turn to flirtation and the heated discussions between them lead to passionate kisses, will Andromeda succumb to their mutual attraction? Fans of steamy historical and enemies to lovers romances will devour The Design of Dukes by Kathleen Ayers, the next book in her Beautiful Barringtons Series.

Praise for Kathleen Ayers

“Kathleen Ayers has become a favorite for me. I loved the “Wicked Series” but the “The Theory Of Earls” (don’t you just love this title) is my favorite so far.” – MiaBurke54, Bookbub Reviewer “I am absolutely enamored with this book! It has a breathtaking romance, characters with sizzling chemistry, and a dialogue that is so clever and witty…” – Catherine, Goodreads Reviewer

Blurb

Lady Andromeda Barrington is the most unsuitable young lady in London.

At least in the Duke of Granby’s opinion. Granby doesn’t care for bastard relatives or tainted pedigrees and Andromeda possesses both. Nor does he like opinionated young ladies who enjoy hurling insults in his direction. Andromeda is, in short, the most annoying creature he’s ever met. When she arrives, uninvited, to a house party given at his estate, Granby can’t decide whether to kiss Andromeda senseless or send her packing. Andromeda is the victim of infatuation and bad luck. The infatuation is that of her sister for the Earl of Blythe, but the misfortune belongs solely to Andromeda after she is forced to attend a house party hosted by the Duke of Granby. She and the duke are previously, unpleasantly, acquainted. The entire party is bound to be awkward, and their mutual dislike difficult to hide. Her only recourse is to avoid the giant block of ice masquerading as a duke. Thankfully, Granby’s estate is enormous. But instead of mutual hostility upon arriving, Romy is greeted with unexpected attraction. Insults turn into flirtation. Heated discussions become lingering kisses. Her heart is ruined. Granby may not even have one. And the duke has already chosen another young lady to be his duchess. The Design of Dukes is a steamy historical romance with a guaranteed happily ever after and next in the series The Beautiful Barringtons.

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Excerpt

“Were you sketching Granby’s backside?” Blythe laughed out from between his gloved fingers, clearly finding the situation amusing. “I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

Heat stung her cheeks at Blythe’s scandalous statement. “I was absolutely not, my lord.” “Could you find nothing else more worthy of your talent?” Blythe’s tone turned flirtatious. “Mine, perhaps?” Blythe turned sideways and wiggled his hips. Blythe was a shameless rogue. Though Romy had to admit upon inspection, Blythe’s backside, like the rest of him, was rather magnificent. Granby’s eyes fluttered shut, head shaking as if Blythe continuously tried his limited patience, before once again fixing Romy with a frosty glare. “I was sketching Miss Cummings’s costume,” Romy waved in the direction of the young lady who was now wandering off, oblivious to the fact her gown had been the cause of Romy’s current situation. “And eavesdropping.” Granby’s snarl met her ears. “Who knows what else you were sketching,” Blythe said mischievously. “I’d like to take a look.” She immediately hid her notebook within the folds of her skirts. “I’m not certain,” Romy snapped back, embarrassed to having been caught looking at Granby and having Blythe take notice, “there was anything of merit for me to overhear. If you must know—” “Oh, I must.” Granby drawled. “If you must know,” she imitated in a mockery of Granby, “I was struck dumb at the sight of the duke’s coat.” “My coat?” The dark eyes narrowed blasting her with dislike. “Yes, Your Grace.” She nodded as if truly at odds with what she was about to relay to him. “I noticed the length is incorrect. Two inches longer would be much more in line with what is deemed fashionable.” Granby’s massive shoulders stiffened. One gloved hand tugged at his collar though she hadn’t said a word about his cravat. Yet. “She may have a point, Gran,” Blythe added helpfully looking between his coat and Granby’s. “I think I mentioned—” “I do not,” Granby interrupted Blythe, all his attention firmly on Romy, “take fashion advice from a woman who has the poor sense to come to a party dressed as a shrub.” Romy sucked in her breath. Her costume was lovely. She was a dryad. A tree nymph. It was true that very few saw the vision of her costume today, guessing somewhat correctly she was a tree of some sort but she certainly, emphatically, did not look like a shrub. Granby himself was a mountain masquerading as a duke. “I am a tree nymph, Your Grace.” Romy stated with determination. “I beg to differ.” The dark eyes ran down her body. “You look like a shrub. All you need is a bit of red and I’d mistake you for a holly.”

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About Kathleen Ayers

Kathleen Ayers has been a hopeful romantic since the tender age of fourteen when she first purchased a copy of Sweet Savage Love at a garage sale while her mother was looking at antique animal planters. Since then she’s read hundreds of historical romances and fallen in love dozens of times. In particular, she adores handsome, slightly damaged men with a wicked sense of humor. On paper, of course. Kathleen lives in Houston and is married with one college-aged son and two very spoiled dogs.

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