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Release Blitz ~ Blame It On The Shame ~ by ~ Ashley Jade

Title: Blame It On the Shame: The Complete Series
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date:  March 21, 2017
On Sale: Limited Time $1.99

 

Shame. It wounds us. It damages us.

 

Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
I’m the son of the devil himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.
I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath.
I hate him…and I never wanted to become him.
And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his.

Until her.

My name is Ricardo DeLuca. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I’m in love with the girl who belongs to my father. The second—is that it turns out I am my father’s son after all.


My name is Lou-Lou, and you probably think I’m a bitch.
You would be right—because I am.
You think you know all there is to know about me because of the man I belong to.
What you don’t know—is my past, because I’ll never tell you. 
What you don’t know is my shame.
Because if you did—you’d be worse off than dead.
You’d be broken.

There are two sides to every story…this is ours. 


Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Trigger Warning: This series contains elements of emotional, sexual, and physical cruelty. Any readers with sensitivity to the above topics should proceed with caution, and at their own risk.
The series is a spin-off of the full-length, standalone novel Blame It on the Pain.

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Blame It On the Shame: Part 1

He backs me into the wall. “I’m giving you one chance, Lou-Lou. One chance to tell me what the hell is going on and why you’re really here.”
My heart thumps against my chest. “Fuck you.”
His eyes darken. “Is that your final answer?”
“No.” I give him a sugary sweet smile. “My final answer is—fuck you, asshole.”
I try and get out from under him but he leans into me causing every cell in my body to ignite. “Leave me alone.”
“Not a chance. Tell me why you’re going on a date with Tyrone tonight.”
I’m so thrown off by the change of subject I’m not sure how to respond. I decide to be blunt. “I don’t owe you any explanations.”
His jaw tics and he positions his hand beside my head. “You might not owe me any explanations but if you think I’m not telling my father about this you’ve got another thing coming, sweetie.”
I laugh because he thinks he’s got one up on me but he couldn’t be more wrong. “Go right ahead.” I stare at the bruise forming on his cheek. “Knock yourself out.”
The hand beside my head rattles so hard against the wall I jump. “I fucking knew it,” he says gruffly.
I crinkle my nose. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know he’s enlisting you to seduce Tyrone and Jackson as a way of getting close to them.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
“Cut the shit. You already showed your cards the second I threatened to call him regarding your infidelity and you didn’t piss yourself. That’s how I knew you were in on it. Just like I know he’s using you to spy on me. The only thing I can’t figure out is why.”
Shit. Now I really do want to piss myself because if DeLuca finds out that Ricardo knows all this because of me…I’m screwed.
I have no choice but to resort to plan b. I stick out my chest and press myself flush against him.
My breathing hitches when his eyes lock with mine, daring me to make my next move.
I slowly trace my finger along his jaw before running it over his lips. He plants a soft kiss on my finger and I’m transfixed when he parts his mouth and licks the pad of my thumb, inviting me to continue.
The electricity between us kicks up another notch and I slip my thumb past his lips.
That’s when he bites me.
It’s not hard enough to draw blood but it definitely doesn’t tickle.
I pull my hand back and flap it around to take the sting out. “That hurt.”
His lips hover over my ear. “Consider that your warning. Stay away from my friends. Just go back home to the Hamptons where you can be a little mob princess and live off your sugar daddy.”
The sound of my hand slapping his cheek takes both of us by surprise.
“I’m not leaving,” I say.
He rubs his cheek and his jaw works. “You don’t have to because once I tell Tyrone that you belong to DeLuca he won’t touch you with a 10-foot pole.” He smirks. “And once I tell DeLuca that you fucked up and let me in on the real reason you’re here—I’m sure you’ll be long gone.”
I smile when the thought hits me. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
“What’s that?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my teeth along the shell of his ear before whispering, “You won’t have any friends once I tell them you’re DeLuca’s son and you’ve done nothing but lie straight to their faces for the past three years.”
The look he gives me could kill me right where I stand.
I lift my chin and push him off me. “Talk to you later, Ricky.”
The look on his face is priceless when I blow him a kiss and slam the door.


Blame It On the Shame: Part 2

I don’t know where he is…but I know he’s close. I open my eyes and blink rapidly due to the rain coming down much harder now.
Tingles erupt on my skin and the air thickens when I look ahead and see the outline of him walking. Only he’s not walking toward me, he’s walking away from me. He must have just left.
When he takes another step, I realize he’s not actually walking at all…he’s stumbling.
He holds his arm out, bracing himself against the alley wall briefly and I continue to watch him. He waits a beat and attempts to walk again, but stumbles…even worse this time.
I’ve never seen Ricardo so out of sorts before. Panic jams in my chest with my next thought. Oh, god. What if he’s hurt? What if someone attacked him?
And just like that, I’m running as fast as I can to get to him. Since he’s less than a block away, I catch up quickly.
His back is turned to me but I reach for his arm as he begins to sway.
His arm twitches and I can feel the chords of his muscles begin to tighten.
Shit, he’s going to take a swing. He hates being touched.
“It’s just me,” I say quickly. “Only me.”
“I know it’s you.” His voice comes out slurred and gruff.
“Are you okay?”
He yanks his arm away. “I’m fine. Leave me the fuck alone. I don’t need your help.”
I force myself to ignore the sharp sting of his words before slowly backing away from him.
He falls against the alley wall and hangs his head. “Christ, I hate it when Tyrone’s right. I’m never drinking again.”
“Famous last words,” I say before I can stop myself.
Memories of the day we first met and when he said those very same words to me begin to play through my head like a slideshow…
That is until his head snaps up and he shoots me a look so threatening the entire world stops. “Fuck you,” he spews.



Blame It On the Shame: Part 3

I take another step forward and peer down at her. “You think I would hurt you?”
She glares at me, pure venom in her eyes. “Yes.”
I won’t let her know how much it kills me that she would think that. How much I hate that she has every right to think that…because it’s the truth.
Her mouth parts in surprise when I reach down and skim my thumb along her cheek. Before she can protest, I cup her jaw firmly with one hand and trace the delicate line of her neck with my other, pulling her closer.
Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as I continue tugging her until she’s pressed against me and can’t escape my hold.
My cock twitches so hard against her tight little body—straining to be inside her again, it’s almost painful. She looks up at me with hooded eyes when I shift against her, giving her no choice but to feel me, and I can practically taste both her desire and her surrender right fucking then.
I lean down until my lips are ghosting over hers. When her tongue darts out and she licks that lower lip—it takes everything in me not to suck it into my mouth, throw her up against the wall, rip off that trashy outfit she still has on, and take her over and over again in front of everyone…right here, right now.
Instead, I tighten my grip on the back of her neck and look into her eyes. “You’re right…I would.”
I let go of her abruptly and she stumbles back, her expression a combination of shocked and pissed the hell off.

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I’ve always read books growing up and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.

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Release Blitz ~ Hitched ~ by ~ Christine Manzari


Title: Hitched
Series: Hearts of Stone #2
(can be read as standalone)
Author: Christine Manzari
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2017

For aspiring journalist Harlow Ransom, life is just a well-oiled machine, and if she plans well, all things will go accordingly. And that is exactly why Harlow lives her life by perfectly polished to-do lists that she refuses to stray from—even when she’s celebrating her 21st birthday in Sin City.


1. Visit the Boom Boom Blues Lounge
2. See the water show at the Bellagio

Things can’t possibly go askew if she crosses things off her list one by one. But after a night of celebrating leads to waking up in bed with a sexy stranger and a ring on her finger, Harlow realizes that in no point in time did she ever have “Get Married” on her trusty to-do list. Yet that’s exactly what she did. 

Professional snowboarder Trace Stone loves a good challenge—he’s all about the win. And this time, he’s going to find a way to win over the feisty, meticulous Harlow. The wedding may have been spontaneous and impulsive, but when he said “forever,” he meant it. Now, the only thing he wants on Harlow’s to-do list is him—from this day forward.



 

“This book has everything I need in a romance novel. Steamy hot scenes (hello!) and humor (Couch Cat! Buzz!) are some of what Manzari does best, but what always strikes me are the depth of her characters.” – Author Laura Ward
“I loved this book! The hero is amazing! He’s charming, witty, sexy and made me laugh!” – justlovemybooks.com blog
“This book was an epic love story that starts out with both the reader and the characters having absolutely no clue that their lives are about to be flipped around and turned inside out.” – Nerd Girl Official
Dancing. Alcohol. Heat. Lips. Laughter. Flirtatious touches. 

Harlow naked in my bed.

I had no idea what time it was, but it was late. She said just one drink. She said there would be no bed in our future. She said she was immune to my charm. 

All lies. 

I’d lost count of how many times we’d fucked. All I knew was each time we reached the end, our lips and fingers greedily held on until it started all over again. I knew every inch of her. I’d had my mouth on each spot at least once. I wouldn’t be happy until I’d conquered every fucking inch of her.

I was sore and tired and spent, but in the best goddamn way.

The bed was still in one piece, and that was more surprising than the fact that Harlow was in it. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind if we fucked it into a pile of rubble if it meant that morning never came. I had a feeling when the sun rose, it would all end. She would fade away just like the dancing water at the fountain where I first saw her.

I growled at the thought and worked my fingers into her long curls, for some way to hold on.

Her body was slick underneath me as I pushed up onto my knees, sliding in and out of her. Her limbs were wrapped around mine, holding me close. I could smell the sweet scent of alcohol and sex as I dipped my head to taste her neck. I devoured the tender skin along her throat, my teeth and tongue making her breath catch. Her slim body bucked up against me, and my fingers dug in, trying to tame the wild roll of her hips before she pushed me over the edge too soon. I kissed across her jaw until my mouth found hers and when she kissed me back, it became punishing. She teased her lips against mine, accepting the wild plunge of my tongue, and then pulled away until I was begging for more. 

“Faster,” she demanded against my mouth. She dug her fingers into my skin and pulled me flush against her, pushing up into me recklessly. Soon my body was grinding and pounding against hers. Hard into soft. Over and over again. She was under me, but she was riding me, urging me with every tilt of her hips, daring me to go harder. Deeper. 

And I was so lost in the sensation. My touch was frantic trying to sear everything about her into my memory.

When I thrust into her, my knees dug into the mattress and the headboard knocked against the wall. She moaned into my mouth with every rock of our bodies and it just made me want to do it again. To hear her beg my name. To feel her grab onto me. To feel her come around me.

I pulled my lips away from hers so I could look down at her. Thick lashes lifted and all I could see was green—the deep emerald of shiny bottle glass, gazing back at me. Burning for me. Her hair was spread in copper tangles across the mattress, the pillows and blankets shoved to the floor hours ago by her wild hands. Her pale skin was flushed pink and shiny with sweat. The fingers of one hand were still fisted in the sheet beneath her, yanking so hard she was pulling it free from the corner of the bed. The other hand was pressed against my ass, both of her legs wrapped around mine to keep me close.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “It’s so good.”’

“I told you I’d make it good for you.”

 

Thrust. 

 

 


The thump of the headboard spurred me on.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she panted. “You’re a stranger. I’m never reckless. I’m always in control. I never break rules.”

“Rules are no fun unless they’re broken.”

 

Thrust. Thrust.

 

 


Her eyes closed. She made a sexy sound in the back of her throat as she ripped the sheet free from the edge of the bed. I ran my hand up her side, cupping her breast before leaning down to take her nipple in my mouth.

“Maybe I should marry you,” she moaned across the top of my head as her hand clutched my hair, holding me to her chest. “Then we could do this every night.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled around the smooth skin of her breast.

 

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

 

 


I let go of her hair and reached between us, stroking her. Making her body tremble. She clenched her teeth as if to hold her moans inside, like she could keep the pleasure all to herself. 

 

Fuck that. Those moans belonged to me. 

 

 


My fingers explored, sliding along the sweet spot where I sunk deep inside her. On the next stroke in, my finger followed, stretching her, filling her more.

Her eyes flew wide open. The wordless shape of her mouth and stuttered gasps were all I needed. She held my gaze as she arched up into me, chasing her release, racing me to the end. Again.

They say you can’t become an addict after just one hit.

 

They lie. 
One night. One girl. And I could feel it deep in my bones. I was addicted.
The first thing Christine does when she’s getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She’s addicted to buying books, reading books, and writing books. She even turned her dining room into a library—reading is more important than eating. She also has a weakness for adventure and inappropriate humor. Christine is from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. 

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Release Blitz ~ Cocky Senator’s Daughter ~ by ~ Faleena Hopkins

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COCKY SENATOR’S DAUGHTER: HANNAH COCKER
(Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book #8)
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HANNAH COCKER

We descendants of six notorious brothers are a close knit group, because we have to protect each other. People want to be our friends, our lovers, for the wrong reasons… for what we can do for them. What they can take from us. And sometimes snakes wear masks. 

Every man I’ve dated in this city has either bored me or hurt me. 

So when my cousin, Sofia Sol, offers me a ride on the back of her Harley with no destination in mind besides out-of-Atlanta, can you blame me for saying yes?

TOBIAS KYRKOS

Life doesn’t always give you what you want. You have to take it. Two years ago I lost a fight that cost me my Champion title. Now’s my chance to turn the tide.

I don’t know who the Cocker family is. Florida doesn’t give a damn what happens in any other state. So when I spot Hannah Cocker for the first time, I don’t know she’s semi-famous, and I don’t care. All I’m thinking is, how can I make that beautiful woman’s sadness disappear? I’m not good enough to be her forever, but I sure can give her one hell of a ride tonight.

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Hannah presses closer into me, her fingertips tracing my skin. “My mom read to me every night, and taught me how before Kindergarten. She was really patient, you know? I don’t remember her ever losing her temper, at least not with me.”
“You see her lose it with someone else?”  
“She got mad at a plumber once, called him a robber. And when he left she kneeled in front of me and said, ‘Don’t ever let them take advantage of you because you’re a girl, Hannah.’ I think it’s my strongest memory of her. But I have photos, and my grandma recorded stories with my dad before she died.” 
I whisper, “How many?” 
“Tons.” Hannah’s chest caves in as she rubs her nose then wraps her arms around me again. She feels so good. “I haven’t listened to them in years. They’d make me miss her too much, and I miss her so badly already. I want my mom. I need her! Why’d that have to happen to her?” Her shoulders start shaking while I rock her. 
“I know, gorgeous, it sucks.” 
“So bad! It sucks so bad,” she whispers. “I hate it. I have a stepmother, and I love her. She’s great, and I know I’m lucky. I shouldn’t feel this badly, but Tobias, I want my real mom to meet my children. I want her to see who I marry. I want her to be able to slap my dad, like really hard! Maybe two times.” 
Quietly laughing at that last one, I ask, “You can’t do it?” 
“No,” she sighs, chuckling through the tears. “He’s too good a guy. But I kind of want to.” My chest rumbles with hers and then we go quiet together. “Thank you, Tobias.” 
“For?” 
“I think I needed to talk about her. I never do. All my cousins have both their parents. It’s only me who doesn’t, so they can’t ever understand. But then it’s like she was never here, and that’s not good.” Hannah meets my eyes. “And I’m sorry about what happened to you. I know they’re not the same stories…” 
“…but they’re the same feelings.” 
“Same loss.” Her stomach growls and she glances to it, making a face at the timing. 
I laugh and trace her cheek. “You hungry, babe?”
“Yeah, a little.” 
“Let’s get room service.” 
Her hand slides down my stomach and under my towel, which unlatches the haphazard knot. The damp cotton drifts to the ground. She takes hold of my sleeping length and smiles up at me, looking so beautiful my heart shudders. “I know what we can do while we wait for food to get here.” 
One of my eyebrows cocks up and I murmur against her waiting lips, “Let’s make the pain go away.”
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I write the kind of books I want to read, page turning, exciting escapes that lift the heart, melt it, and set it back down better than it was. 😉 



Strong family ties are always in my stories – they would take a bullet for anyone in their family if needed. Loyalty is number one. Though some fall at times, they forgive and help each other get back up.



I’m also an actress and filmmaker, and will be directing my first feature film in 2017, acting in it and yes, I wrote it. The book will come out when the movie does, and I’m so excited to share it with you. The MEN have been acting in and directing their own projects for a long time (Woody Allen, Ben Stiller, Ed Burns, Ben Affleck, etc…), why can’t I? I hope you’ll be by my side. You can see some of my showbiz resume here: http://imdb.me/faleenahopkins

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Blog Tour & Review ~ Thank You For Holding ~ by ~ Julia Kent & Elisa Reed

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About THANK YOU FOR HOLDING

Having it all is a fantasy, right?

Carrie Shelton thought her boyfriend was too good to be true. Her best friend’s brother? A guy who loved antiquing? Who cuddled on the couch while watching foodie YouTube clips and talking about artisanal spices? Who helped her accessorize her outfits?

Right.

Fantasy.

So when he ran off with Kevin, the owner of an antique shop, right before his sister’s wedding, Carrie’s life went from fantasy to nightmare.

As maid of honor, she can’t back out of the wedding. And her ex is the best man – but now he has his own best man.

She needs a date. Stat.

Enter Ryan. Sure, he’s a hot male stripper at the O Spa where she works as junior designer, but he’s a few years younger and just, you know — a friend.

Perfect. She needs a friend more than she needs a boyfriend.

A weekend of playing her boyfriend so she can save face is a lot to ask, but for some reason Carrie doesn’t understand, Ryan’s all in. Enthusiastic, even.

Especially when it comes to physical displays of affection.

Public kisses turn to private confessions, and pretty soon, Carrie can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

Because if Ryan’s just pretending he’s in love with her, then why does the chemistry between them — and between the sheets — feel so real?

Carrie can’t settle for almost, though. She’s already done that. She’s not putting her life on hold anymore.

Turns out Ryan won’t, either.

He’s holding out for more.

Thank You For Holding is a STANDALONE in the On Hold series. You do not need to have read book 1 in the series, Our Options Have Changed, but after reading about Carrie and Ryan’s friends-to-lovers adventure, you’ll want to. 😉

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Carrie has the perfect boyfriend, he likes to antique with her, he’s so sensitive, he’s more fashionable than her and he loves to come to her work and see men in g-strings. Anyone else’s gaydar blaring??? Yeah, you almost feel so sorry for Carrie when he runs away with a man. Except for the fact the signs are there and she is just blissfully ignorant. But now she needs a date to her ex’s sister’s wedding. Enter Ryan, her good buddy from O who has the biggest crush on her but again, she’s blissfully ignorant again.  

Ryan has waited for his chance to be with Carrie since they first met 2 years ago. They are perfect together if only she didn’t have that “boyfriend” who he knows is gay. Well now is her boyfriend is gone and Ryan is more than willing to step in and act as her boyfriend/date to the wedding.  

You will go from shaking your head, to laughing and to almost crying wanting Carrie & Ryan to have their HEA.  

I can’t wait for the next in the On Hold series – I hope it’s Zeke.

5 stars!

 

About Julia Kent

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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Elisa Reed is a journalist-turned-fiction-writer whose snappy, irreverent prose combines with an irrepressible zest for the simpler, and often intimate, pleasures of life to produce fun(ny) contemporary romance with a focus on second chances. New England born and bred, Elisa Reed now lives, writes, and plays in New Orleans and along the sugar sands of the Gulf Coast.

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Release Blitz ~ Take Me Back ~ by ~ Meghan March

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TakeMeBack_FrontCoverWe fell in love on a beach, got married in paradise, and I carried her off into the sunset. It should have been perfect, but saying “I do” doesn’t guarantee a happily-ever-after.

Two years later, I barely recognize either of us behind the walls we’ve built.

It’s time to bring it full circle. Back to a tropical paradise. Back to find out if we can still make this work.

I’m not willing to give her up, but to save us, I have to risk everything.

Two damaged people.

Countless secrets.

The fight of our lives.

We might be broken, but we’re not done.

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Tempting Tanya ~ by ~ C.C. Wood

Title:Tempting Tanya (NSFW, #3)
Release Date: March 20, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Jordan Hawke is the one temptation that Tanya
Blake can’t resist.
Two years ago, the cynical attorney wasn’t interested in
relationships. Tanya only wanted a fling with the sexy British lawyer. Then she
made the mistake of falling in love with him. She was shattered when he left
for a job in New York and decided she learned her lesson. Never again would she
allow herself to be vulnerable.
She moved on and built an impenetrable wall around her wounded heart.
When Jordan returns to Dallas to take a position at the law firm
where she works, he makes it clear that he wants to pick up where they left
off. Tanya refuses, determined to protect herself from more pain.

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But Jordan won’t give up so easily. In fact, he plans to use
whatever means necessary to draw Tanya back into his life and his bed. She’s
not the only one who made a mistake two years ago and he will do whatever it
takes to make it right.

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One by one, my friends arrived and I got busy serving wine

and putting out the cheese tray I’d purchased earlier that day.

When Jordan joined us in the living room, my friends fell
silent, everyone but Lucy staring at him. Quickly I introduced everyone.

“Jordan, these are my friends Yancy Stevens, Grier
Carter, and Chelsea Archer. Girls, this is Jordan Hawke.”

They came forward to shake his hand.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing,” Yancy
stated.

Grier was next. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re really hot,” Chelsea announced as she
shook his hand.

This time I couldn’t contain my eye roll. Jordan just
laughed. “Thank you, Chelsea.”

I shot her a dark look as she walked back to her seat on the
sofa.

“What?” she asked defensively.

“You know what you did,” I answered.

She shrugged. “He is hot and he’s probably looked in
the mirror enough to know it.”

“Stop saying he’s hot!”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

Lucy interrupted our juvenile argument before it could get
out of hand. “Jordan, I’m putting together a series of portraits for
my next show and I would love it if you would sit for me.”

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“See, even Lucy wants to paint him like one of her French girls,” Chelsea pointed out.

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I was DYING for Tanya’s story! Both in Lucy and Yancy’s stories, we get a taste of Tanya but not nearly enough. And in this story, the ladies are just as rowdy and crazy as normal but still so dang loveable. Lucy’s story is still my favorite of the 3 but Tanya’s is second. Sorry Yancy.

Tanya had a great months-long booty call (at least how they both defined it) 2 years ago. And she fell for Jordan then. But it was a temporary thing and he moved away to NYC, so she bucked up and moved on. Except she hasn’t found a replacement because she was still twisted up about Jordan. Imagine her surprise when Jordan is the newest partner in the law firm she works at.

And that’s where this review ends. If you’ve read the other 2 stories, you know Tanya is sassy and isn’t going to take Jordan’s reappearance lying down, or is she? 😉

5 stars!

Born and raised in Texas, C.C. Wood writes saucy paranormal
and contemporary romances featuring strong, sassy women and the men that love
them. If you ever meet C.C. in person, keep in mind that many of her characters
are based on people she knows, so anything you say or do is likely to end up in
a book one day.
A self-professed hermit, C.C. loves to stay home, where she
reads, writes, cooks, and watches TV. She can usually be
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Review Blitz & Review ~ Missing Grace ~ by ~ S.L. Scott

 

 

Title: Missing Grace
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Romance Suspense/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2017

 

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Move on with your life, they said.
Forget her, they said.
But how could Ben Edwards forget the woman who was supposed to be his forever? When Grace Stevens disappeared—without a word, without a trace—she took half his soul with her.
Despite the heartbreak, Ben tried. He tried to take their advice by pursuing his career. He tried to find fulfillment in his work. He tried to find peace.
Grace had been the love of his life. Her fingerprints were on every surface of his existence. He had success and wealth. He had everything, except her.
Then fate stepped in one serendipitous night. The hope he’d held on to for three long, agonizing years appeared before him in the form of a picturesque beauty.
Was she real, or an apparition returning to haunt him? He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t stop until he found his missing love. Every minute mattered, and he wouldn’t waste a second chance.

 

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Ben & Grace’s story is amazing! Ben’s love is so deep and lasting. You just want to hope you find a love like it. It’s just so deep and palpable. You can feel it as you’re reading their story. And the writing conveyed how devastated and heartbroken Ben truly was, was on point! I was close to tears as I read it and almost cheered in my cubicle when Ben thinks he’s found her.

I haven’t had to lose a love like Ben & Grace’s (thankfully) so I can’t imagine the pain, sheer agony Ben (or anyone) in that situation can feel but this story made me feel it. Ben and Grace’s story is so amazing and I couldn’t imagine having to go through all they had. But it definitely proves that love can conquer all.

5 stars!

 

 

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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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Release Blitz ~ Manipulating The Assassin ~ by ~ Lauren Reign

Title: Manipulating the Assassin 
Series: A Twisted Tales Short Story
Author: Lauren Reign
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 17, 2017

She’s running for her life.
He’s the assassin hired to hunt her down.
A dangerous game of manipulation will twist their lives together.

Kimber Wellington skipped town with a USB drive that could collapse her family’s empire. After her sadistic step-brother, Marco, hostilely takes over the business from her father, he makes it his only priority to find Kimber and the information that could ruin him. Kimber has strategized how to stay out of Marco’s clutches, but she didn’t plan on the monster that finds her.

Rye Anderson is ruthless. He kills without regret, collects the paycheck and enjoys a solitary life. The last hassle he wants to deal with is tracking a socialite across the country, a job he accepts as a favor. Rye assumes that delivering the twenty-three-year-old college student will be a quick, easy payday. He soon realizes that his underestimation of Kimber could be a game changer.

WARNING: This is a sexually explicit, foul language filled non-traditional dark romantic suspense. It is not intended for sensitive readers or anyone under the age of 18.

 


Lauren Reign is a graduate of The University of Tampa. She currently resides in Tampa, Florida, with her fiancé and their two rambunctious dogs. She is an avid reader, suffering from an obsession with all things romance. When she’s not engrossed in getting the characters in her head down on paper, she’s busy saving the world, one spray tan at a time.

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Release Day Blitz ~ The Billion Heir ~ by ~ Nikky Kaye

 

 

 

LUCAS
I might be a brand new billionaire, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take charm lessons from former socialite “Sexy Lexi Kink-ade.” She’s getting under my skin, but now I’m stripping away her veneer to find the woman underneath.

ALEXIS
I might be living hand to mouth these days, but Luke’s mouth on my hand isn’t helping. Redeeming his bad boy image is my job, but there’s something seductive about a man who can fight in a tuxedo and scare away paparazzi…

 

“Car’s not here yet.” She checked her phone, then looked up and me and blinked, as though seeing me for the first time. “Uh, you look good.” Her gaze slipped down to my chest and bright spots burned high on her cheekbones.
I shrugged my shoulders. With the jacket open and the top few buttons of the starched shirt undone, it wasn’t so bad dressing like a douchebag penguin. At least the loose pants hid the erection that always threatened me around her.
“Well, if you gotta junk punch somebody do it with class, right?”
Her eyes rolled up. “Yeah, real classy.”
“That’s me.”
She slipped the bow tie from my pocket and looped it around my neck, barely suppressing a giggle. I wished she’d do it again, so I could lock the sound in my memory bank.
“They took your tie?” Her eyes were focused on my neck. If I put my arms out we would be embracing.
“Yeah, guess they were afraid I’d hang myself in the holding cell or something.” I snorted. “I can’t even tie the damn thing.”
Fiddling with my collar, she whisked the tie back and forth with an audible swish. Her fingertips raised goosebumps on my neck as she tried to adjust me into something resembling an upstanding citizen. Her closeness was intoxicating.
Every day I noticed something different about her, something unexpected. Like the fact that the designer scarves she wore were probably older than her, or that the diamond studs in her ears were barely specks. Or that she took her cream and sugar with a little coffee.
Every day I edged closer to her, wanting to unravel all her secrets. At the moment she was unraveling me.
It wasn’t until she started buttoning my shirt back up that I grabbed her wrist.
“Stop it.”
Her eyes widened as she looked up at me. “I’m just trying to—”
“Yeah, honey, I know. But you’re going in the wrong direction.” I wished she were undoing my buttons—all of them.
Flirting with her had become second nature. The first time I leaned over her while she opened accounts for me on her laptop, the tips of her ears turned pink and her shoulders stiffened.
The second time was at the tailor. All I got were fucking suits and nooses in the form of pinstriped ties. I managed to convince her that I was uncomfortable with a dude taking my inseam measurement and only she could do it. I didn’t really think she’d do it, but she called my blush. I think her whole body blushed as she dropped to her knees in front of me and ran her hands up my thigh.
There was no escaping that I was very, very attracted to Alexis Kincaid. Scratch that. I wanted to fuck her against every vertical—and horizontal—surface in Manhattan, maybe even all five boroughs. But what had begun as just lust was shifting into genuine curiosity and admiration.
She was a tough nut to crack, but I’d let her crack my nuts any time she damn well pleased.
Ignoring the chaos of the precinct around us, Lexi crossed the ends of the bow tie around my neck and pretended to strangle me. “You’re impossible.”
“No, I’m very, very possible. Try me.” I flashed her a grin.
Her lips quirked as she stared at my chest, her fingers still on my buttons. “I’m not getting paid enough for this,” she muttered as her phone chirped. “That must be the car.”
Cool air and unspoken promises swirled between us as she stepped away from me to usher me out the door into the rain. I gallantly held the car door open for her. She jumped in and twisted around, her trench coat trapped underneath her.
“Get in, get in,” she urged from the back seat. “This is no time to be a gentleman!”
“Well, if you say so.” I hopped in the back seat beside her, already damp from the spring shower. She didn’t scoot back that much, leaving us close together. In the darkness of the car, her knees touched mine. We both paused, a fragile bubble of anticipation around us in the quiet of the car. I heard, rather than saw her lick her lips, and her breath was short and shaky. It was about damn time.
“Luke—”
“You said it was no time to be a gentleman,” I reminded her, before covering her mouth with mine.
Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.

 

 

Release Blitz ~ The Beginning of Us ~ by ~ Christina Emery

 

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MwB_2_TBoU_Amz_FinalThe people we love are often those who could cost us everything.

For Detective Chase Guilliot, coveting a gangster’s girlfriend might just cost him his life. After months of staring at surveillance photos, Chase feels like he knows Shelby Brignac, the breathtaking beauty who’s found herself in his target’s bed. From everything he’s seen, Shelby doesn’t look like a stupid woman, but when she walks into his precinct to sell out a career criminal, Chase has to wonder. She’s either going to be the key to his case or the end of his career. Not that it matters since he’s tasked with keeping her alive.

Whether she wants him to or not.

The Beginning of Us (originally titled The Switch) is the second book in the Men with Badges series about sweet and sexy alphas who know what they want and go after it.

 

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CHASE

Shelby gives me the out I need to end this. I’m not delusional or stupid. It’s not like I think I’m in love with the girl or that I want to marry her. I’m infatuated, sure, but that was bound to happen after spending so much time watching her every move. She’s hot and she keeps throwing out the signals, and normally I’d be all over it. She’s got this smoking bod—I’m talking from her head down to the chipped nail polish on her toes, but she’s also a hot mess who might be facing serious time in a federal prison. Shelby Brignac is exactly the kind girl I’d meet in a bar, hook up with, and maybe even take out on a date. But we didn’t meet in a bar. No, we met when I was undercover and she was committing a fucking felony. And at one point, before I became a cop, that might have sounded exciting.
Now, though, I have bills to pay, and at some point I’d like to even be able to buy a house. Maybe even get a dog or two. Getting kicked off the force and blowing my chances at Quantico because I couldn’t keep it in my pants is going to land me working mall security. And no matter how hot she is, how naked, and how bad I want to yank that blanket off her smooth skin, it’s not bad enough to fuck up the future I just barely got a taste of.
“Why do you want this?” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears—rough and gravelly, with a slight pitch. I practically sound desperate. Maybe I am. Maybe I do want her enough to risk my future for her.
I trust this woman more than I should. I have to remind myself that I don’t know her the way I feel like I do. Watching her the past few months has been some of the best and worst times of my life. She’s beautiful and smart and loving. She gives people the benefit of the doubt and cares more about what people think than she should. How she convinced herself a guy like Victor Abraham was good enough for her, I’ll never know. Still, I don’t really know her. And she was dating a man who’s wanted by literally every federal agency in the US and is slick enough to have a clean record. I’ve been on the force long enough to know that people can be loving and thoughtful and still be ruthless criminals. No matter the face this woman is showing me now, I have to keep my guard up and not let myself confuse the fantasy I’ve built up in my head with the reality of who she might very well be.
I use my free hand to find a place to put my ass on the edge of the couch and I sit down. I keep my face close to Shelby’s, my hand ensuring she doesn’t create a distance between us, and I stroke my thumb just below the line of her jaw. She sucks in a breath, which excites me. I’ve been wanting to do this for months. Ever since she first turned up in the investigation. The thought that my simple touch sends shivers down her spine and sends her heart racing has me at half-mast. Seeing her reaction to my touch weakens my resolve, and for a split second, I let myself get sucked in.
“You’re good,” she whispers after a long pause. She speaks so quietly I can barely hear the words. “I’m not used to good, but I like it. I want more of it.”
I’ve given this woman more of myself than I had intended, and she’s given me practically nothing. Sure, I know things about her, but I don’t want to know them because I was watching her. I want to know them because she wants to share them with me. I need her to trust me enough to share things with me, especially because I suspect she’s in deeper with Abraham’s organization than she’s let on. The feds are looking to make an example out of her, despite the fact that her father’s the one who tipped them off to what she was doing. The only way I can save her and keep her out of jail is if she tells me how deep she’s really in this. Unfortunately, judging by the stubborn set of her jaw, I don’t think she’s just going to offer up what I want to know. All I want to do is save this stupid, beautiful girl and I already know that she’s not going to let me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Christina Emery is the real-life alter-ego of dark contemporary romance author, JC Emery. While JC geeks out researching blood splatter patterns and assault rifles, Christina is a die-heard romantic who gets choked up while watching commercials, but sshhh– that’s a secret. Still searching for her very own hero, Christina spends her time creating men she wishes were real and heroines she envies. A Northern California native, Christina has an impressive collection of flip flops, but shelves them in the winter so she can build as many snowmen as possible from her home in Southwestern Illinois. Christina is the author of the Men with Badges series– standalone contemporary romances about sexy lawmen who know what they want and go after it.

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