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Cover Reveal ~ Dating the Billionaire ~ by ~ Poppy Dunne

 

Title: Dating the Billionaire
Author: Poppy Dunne
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Gemma Sherlock

Release Date: July 12, 2017
Blurb
I’m Dahlia Rossi, dating coach extraordinaire. I know how to land you
the man of your dreams. Follow my rules, you’ll meet the love of your life and
have a gorgeous destination wedding in French Polynesia. Okay, that last one
happened just the one time. But my rules work every time. I
guarantee it.

1. The man makes the first move. Seems unfair? Life’s unfair.

2. Never have sex on the first date. No, not even oral. And hands above the
table, please.

3. Play hard to get, but don’t make it too hard. 

Solid rules, right? I thought they were. But then I met Jack Carraway,
an impossibly sexy, frustratingly unpredictable billionaire, and broke them
all. Everywhere. In an elevator. On a balcony. Beneath a
gazebo, of all places.  

Whether I like it or not (spoiler alert: I like it!), Jack is taking me on wild
adventure and we’re writing a whole new set of rules. Like, always reserve your
matching Harry Potter costumes a week in advance; wrestling swans is not as
easy as it looks; and sometimes, the man of your dreams pops up in the most
unlikely of places and has a really big…boat.

After years of watching couples find love, it may be my turn. But is
this spontaneous playboy the real thing, or just a fun detour around my
predictable life? All this time I’ve been following my own rules and going to
sleep alone, with nothing but my second slice of princess cake to keep me
company.
But the more time I spend with Jack, the more I learn that
rules…they’re meant to be broken.
In love there’s only one rule: there are no rules.

 

Author Bio

Poppy Dunne
writes books with relatable heroines who speak their minds and whose riotous
inner dialogue reflects their complex characters. Her goal is to deliver a
story that has equal parts heart, romance and humor. Her heroes are swoon
worthy, yet hold on to your suspension of disbelief, because they pick up their
own socks and cook.In her free time, she looks for hobbies other than Netflix and procrastinating
to fill out this author bio. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two
children.

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Blog Tour & Review ~ Phantom Heartstrings ~ by ~ Felicia Lynn

 

Today we are sharing the re-release of the third, and final, book in the HEARTSTRINGS Series by Felicia Lynn. Phantom Heartstrings is now live. The previous titles in the series, Tied Up in Heartstrings and Mending Heartstrings are available now too and you can get each book for .99 cents each! Bonus materials have been added to each title!

 

Phantom Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #3)

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Blurb:

Love comes easy to some. It came easy to me. Loving him was never an issue. Appreciating him was as easy as breathing. Years of living a life of what others viewed as perfection gave me the security I thought was most valuable.

My marriage to Drake is symbolic of what others fight for, yet living in the glass house of perfection is the biggest challenge of my life. Life isn’t always what it seems. People change. Everyone has demons they fight and fighting them in secret to avoid letting others down takes its toll.

Love came easy, but maintaining it is a whole different game. I thought the happily ever after would be the end of the story. That wasn’t the case. There’s so much more. It’s only so long before the glass house of perfection is clouded with buried secrets.

Can we overcome this and get back to a place of true happiness, or will I always feel like I’m perfecting my acting skills to save face? Can I ever find the ending to this fairy tale life I wanted so desperately?

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Tied Up in Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #1)

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Blurb:

I thought my life would forever be defined by tragedy.

The happily ever after I thought I had, ended prematurely and painfully.

My daughter and I were stuck in a fog of self-preservation, afraid to believe that there wasn’t more pain waiting for us in the ‘real world’.

Just the thought of allowing myself to embrace happiness and take a risk in order to feel that all-consuming love again is terrifying.

And I’m not sure I would be able to survive if it all went away again.

But… what choice do I have when I’m tied up in these heartstrings?

I could cut the ties and run.

Or I could take a chance on someone that my heart once yearned for and hope that he knows how to untangle the fear that holds my heart hostage.

 

Mending Heartstrings (Heartstrings, #2)

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Blurb:

Just when my life seemed manageable, I’m thrown radically off course by “the one”.

“The one” I wasn’t expecting.

“The one” I never knew I wanted.

“The one” who single handedly holds the key to the tattered lock safeguarding my heart.

Letting someone into my protected sanctuary will only serve one purpose – intentional infliction of pain and heartache… and I’m positive I’m not capable of handling that.

New Rules:
1. Avoid LOVE at all costs.
2. No complications.
3. I will not become ‘dick’matized by the hotshot guitarist. It was only a no-strings attached weekend.
4. The lyrics he writes may seem magical, but it’s a façade. Lyrics can’t mend broken heartstrings – no matter how strong my heart swells with his words.

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I loved reading this series! You get to grow and evolve with these ladies and their men. Each book focuses on a different couple but you still “see” all the couples.

Cami and Drake have the perfect marriage/relationship. They have the white picket house, the kids, love each other, everything is right in their world. Right? Until you learn that not everything is as it seems and you cry and feel along with them both and triumph when obstacles are overcome.

This book deals with a very tough topic (I’m not saying what) but it is done beautifully and with real, raw emotion and feeling. A great, emotive read!

4 stars!

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Felicia Lynn, author of The Learning Curve series and Heartstrings series, is a transplanted Florida girl, born and raised, who lives just north of Atlanta, GA. She spends most of her days holed up in a cozy chair with her laptop, writing about the characters that live in her head. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her hanging out with her family and friends or interacting with her readers and fellow book lovers on social media! She loves traveling, reading, live music, baseball, good food and great company.

Felicia writes contemporary romance and co-wrote The List, a mystery/suspense book she collaborated on with professional poker player, Chris Bell.

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Blog Tour & Review ~ The Way You Bite ~ by ~ Zoe Forward

Today we have the blog tour for The Way You Bite by Zoe Forward! Check it out and grab your copy today!

About The Way You Bite:

Falling for the enemy has never been so deadly.

When King Werewolf shows up in veterinarian Vee Scarpa’s ER, she’s livid.

Her father, North American head honcho vampire, has threatened a chilling or else if she “accidentally” helped a wolf again, especially since they’re at war. But she’s tempted by the sexy wolf. And his deadly blood calls to her in a way that should set off warning bells…

A promise to his brother in arms obliges Lexan Dimitrov to rescue the aristocrat vampire before her family discovers her secret—a secret Vee herself isn’t even aware of. What he didn’t expect was to find her sexy-as-hell. He’s not into vamps, yet the inescapable heat building between them is a delicious temptation guaranteed to end in total disaster.

“Unique and fresh…Forward’s world of wolves and vamps is captivating, sexy, and absolutely addictive.” —New York Times bestselling author Kristin Miller

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I’m not one for paranormal books, if you’ve read enough of my reviews, you know that. Anyway, when I read the synopsis of this one, I had to give it a try. This is the exact type of PRN I like.

Vee is the daughter of the head of the North American vampires. She’s a Veterinarian in town who was told by her father not to help treat any more werewolves. Unfortunately for Vee, Lexan – King of the Werewolves – comes to get treated.

Lexan was sent to Vee for a reason, one that Vee isn’t even aware of yet. But Lexan will be there to guide her. The only hitch? Apparently Vee is his mate and he can’t keep denying it.

I hope this is the start of a new series!

4.5 stars!

About Zoe Forward:

Award winning author, Zoe Forward is a hopeless romantic who can’t decide between paranormal and contemporary romance. So, she writes both. Her novels have won numerous awards including the Readers’ Choice Heart of Excellence, Golden Quill, Carolyn Readers Choice Award, and the Booksellers’ Best Award.

When she’s not typing at her laptop, she’s tying on a karate belt for her son or cleaning up the newest pet mess from the menagerie that occupies her house. She’s a small animal veterinarian caring for a wide range of furry creatures, although there has been the occasional hermit crab.

She’s madly in love with her globe trotting conservation ecologist husband who plans to save all the big cats on the planet, and she’s happiest when he returns to their home

Connect with Zoe:

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July 7th

Nichole Severn Excerpt

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All Things Dark & Dirty Review

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July 8th

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July 9th

Book Magic – Under a spell with every page Review

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July 10th

Pardon My Blurb Review

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Release Tour ~ Haven’s War ~ by ~ Parker Williams

Title: Haven’s War
Series: Safe Haven #2
Author: Parker Williams
Genre: M/M Dark Romantic Elements
Release Date: June 26, 2017
Buy Now: Universal Link 


With Haven on an extended honeymoon with Sammy, bad guys around the world are breathing a lot easier. No one is better at permanently removing these lowlifes who target children—and the brutal murder of two teenage girls makes clear it’s past time to return to work. Haven’s first assignment back results in a new family member and a renewed sense of urgency to protect and avenge the innocent.

There is nothing ‘usual’ about the business of hunting predators, but when several of Haven’s fellow agents are killed, a pattern emerges. The hunters have become the prey, tools in a bitter vendetta for a perceived wrong.

Despite years of working alone, when the target shifts to someone unexpected, Haven calls in reinforcements—a friend to stand between the family he loves and a ruthless killer. Teamwork may be the only way to win this fight—unless it’s already too little, too late.

Haven tries to approach this as he would any other assignment. Find your enemy and make sure they suffer before you eliminate them. But when a member of his team goes off-book and ends up dead, everything changes. It’s no longer a battle.

Now it’s war.



PROLOGUE

He glanced up at the evening sky. A haze enveloped the quarter moon, giving everything an ethereal glow. Though the night would be considered sultry, it lent itself to romance, walking hand in hand with someone you cared for, sharing whispered words, promises that might last an evening or be the foundation for a lifetime commitment. These people had no idea how quickly something like love could be ripped away, how those things said to one another would be worth less than the air you spent on saying them.

He shook his head. Now he needed to focus, not lose himself in memories of what might have been if things had been different. God, how he wished things could have been different.

The street could only be described as quaint. Small houses, each nearly identical to the next, but with a few tweaks that marked them as individual. The place he focused on had a small flowerbed, bursting with a variety of a flower he knew, but couldn’t recall the name. Tulips, maybe?

The slate gray siding, the maroon shutters on the windows, and the solar-powered pathway to the door that lit up in beautiful colors at night. The overall effect could only be described as charming. A lot of love went into making the house something special. It reminded him of what he’d lost.

He’d taken refuge in a house across from the home for six days, getting the lay of the land, taking note of the occupants’ arrival and departure schedule. Then every night, he drifted off, thinking about the place. It had been a dream of theirs, to own a little farm of their own, where no one would send them off to the corners of the world to handle problems. And for one very brief instant, they’d achieved it. But that dream had died in more ways than one. One day it was there, the next it was gone, as ephemeral as if it had never existed.

He tugged the collar of his black jacket and wished for a cool breeze. The earlier rain had sent the humidity soaring, and sweat was building up under his bulletproof vest, matting the sparse hairs. What he wouldn’t give for a tall glass of iced tea about now. He tried again, lifting the bottom of the vest up, hoping to let a little air in to cool him down, but nothing helped. He glanced at his watch. He’d need to make his move tonight. No way could he stand to be in this place any longer. The memories and wistful dreams alone threatened to drown him, but this heat had him sweating to the point where even he could smell himself. When he grabbed a coffee at the convenience store down the street while his target was out, the man behind the counter had a hand on the phone. Probably thought he was a vagrant. He sure as hell looked like one. He hadn’t showered in days, and his dark blond hair felt greasy to the touch. The beard he’d grown over the last year hadn’t seen a razor either. He looked like shit.

When he heard the hum of an engine on the quiet street, he crouched down. Though his patience had long ago come to an end, he needed to see this through. He would wait as he’d been trained, even if every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea. Still, he was an assassin, and he had a job to do.

The woman—Sarah, according facts he’d assembled—slid from the driver’s seat, her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. She laughed at something the other occupant shouted, then opened the rear door of the van. It took several minutes for her to get set, then she stepped away as a ramp slid down to allow the man in the back to wheel out and be lowered to the ground. She bent over and kissed him, then walked to the passenger side where she took a baby from the car seat. She held the child up, and then blew a raspberry on his belly, which caused the kid to laugh and wiggle. Regret tore through him. He wished there could be another way, but two months ago he’d approached the man—Daniel Tollifson—there had been angry words exchanged, as well as the threat of police involvement. He couldn’t allow that, because there would be no one else to take down his ultimate target.

He forced himself to focus on the here and now. He needed to remain detached. Better to not let facts like these intrude on his mission—a few weeks ago, he’d gone to Daniel, begging for information. He’d been rebuffed. That wouldn’t be the case today.

If the man wouldn’t help him when he asked, then he’d have to find another way to get his message across. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo of a man whose smile had never wavered. Terry had been his whole world, and then had been ripped away from him in a matter of moments. All he wanted had been the name of the person responsible. Why couldn’t Daniel see he wasn’t asking for much? How would he feel if it had been his wife? Or his child?

Daniel disengaged himself from the ramp, and Sarah started to come around to the other side. It had to be now.

He’d run out of tears a lifetime ago, but again he wished he had another alternative. He didn’t. He raised the rifle and peered through the sights. The woman and baby had gotten too near the man, and he refused to hurt the innocent. Not like Terry had been. He lowered his weapon.

He waited while the two were engaged in conversation. She touched her husband’s face, then bent down to blow a raspberry on his cheek, which had them both laughing. She held out the baby to him and gestured to the chair. He frowned, shook his head, and waved her off. She laughed and stuck out her tongue, dodging the swat he attempted to lay on her ass, then strode to the house, singing something loud and only slightly off-key. Her husband yelled something about the neighbors, and she merely laughed. He could see the obvious love the two of them shared, and that made what he had to do even more difficult.

Regret tore through him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, no longer sure who the sympathy was for.

She opened the front door, and her husband began to roll toward the house. Now would be his chance. Despite his misgivings, he had to take it. He again raised the rifle, closed one eye, and locked in on his target. The wheelchair stopped at the curb, and the man tried unsuccessfully to move it. He called out to Sarah, an edge of frustration in his voice. She laughed and took eight steps toward him when the trigger of the M24 he held in slightly trembling hands depressed, and a loud bang split the quiet suburban street. Less than a second passed before Daniel’s head exploded, blood and other materials spattering his wife and child. For a moment, she stood there, eyes wide. She gripped the baby close to her chest, and then screamed.

Before the echo died away, he had already scurried off into the night.

It wasn’t a perfect shot. He could hear Terry cursing at him, making him do it again and again until he got it right. But Terry had died, and though two years had passed, he would finally be avenged.

Daniel Tollifson had been the first, but there was no doubt he wouldn’t be the last. Though he didn’t want to kill anyone, there had to be a penalty for those who refused to help him get justice for Terry. He needed to track down and eliminate the person who’d been responsible.

No matter who had to die in the process.

 


(Warning: This may be considered a trigger for some people. The images used in the video are stock photos and not real pictures of violence against children.)

 


Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come with melding lives together.

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Blog Tour ~ Fluff ~ by ~ Kailee Reese Samuels

Title: Fluff
Author: Kailee Reese Samuels
Genre: NA Romance/Suspense/Dark
Published: June 11, 2017

 


 

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“My Gawd this book was incredible!!!” – Two Darlin’ Dolls and a Book Review


“Fluff is Hot, Hot, Hot!! A Must Read!” – Joy, Amazon Reviewer

She needs to escape.

 

AMBER

His assistant hired me on a whim, thinking I would be just what he needed. Boy, was she right. I bounced into his dressing room and discovered the famous actor held dual personalities – a nasty player and the naughty gentleman. 

I won’t say which one I fell in love with but when I least expected it, the bastard broke my heart. Now, fifteen years later, the last man to break me is the only one who can save me. 

His heart takes her captive.

DALE

After an intense twelve-week love affair, I lost the only girl I ever loved—all to save her—to keep her safe. What she doesn’t know is I’ve been watching her every move, guarding her from a dangerous world she knows nothing about.

Keeping secrets for so long with only a promise, the wall I built around her crumbles to the ground. In the ruins, the only question that remains is… Will she still answer to me?
Ride or die in the love affair of Mae East & Cyclone Blonde.

 

DALE
My sister’s cabin is isolated in the woods. Everything is quiet. I insure this with a glance at the cams Sal installed a few years back. Boy wired this place to be a freaking militia bunker. He always goes into overkill mode. He says he’s prepared, and I ask what for, but the only response he ever gives is, “Rain.”
I have no worries if someone gets past the gate, they will be met with his maniacal arsenal of extreme tortures. It’s not pretty. Kid’s got game, I’ll give him that. Even if he is a sick, twisted fuck.
Standing between the kitchen and living space, Amber lowers her head, waiting. I can’t believe she didn’t resist me at all. I am surprised and flattered by her willingness to bend, and I am completely aware that if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t have. Let it never be said that Amber Rosen cannot be difficult at times. She can. She is just choosing not to be right now.
Grabbing a rope from the storage closet, I weave her wrists together in an elaborate shibari loop. Her breathing is heavy, but she doesn’t dare look up at me. She knows better. I desperately want to know how wet she is, but I restrain my selfish needs a little longer, better to make her hold out.
I escort her naked body over to the table where she sits down. From her bag, I grab a clip and twist her hair, securing it firmly in place. She is a gorgeous woman, and damn near perfect submissive. Her posture is elongated and elegant with her shoulders high and back, exposing her breasts and nipples just right. My dick twitches, but I ignore it as I go grab dinner and the wine.
Careful and slow, I feed her small bites of the steak. I wash it down with copious amounts of the merlot. Her expression is unchanged and hard to read. I won’t know until I tell her to speak how she truly feels. She is rare that way. Never letting anyone have an upper hand with her emotions. It’s a huge turn on and a skill I know she’s honed with Raniero. I can spot his work a mile away. It’s easy to see where I left off fifteen years ago versus the more recently acquired skill set. She embodies a polish and finesse now. It’s a nice touch.
Kicking back in my chair, I light a smoke, assessing her will. I don’t need to break her, which is sweet. I can just take her for a ride anytime I want. A properly trained girl is a special cut, one I will savor. The shit you get at The Holding Room isn’t this. She is opening a fine bottle of wine or going bareback on a mare that trusts you as much as herself. It’s refreshing and endearing, making me want her all that much more.
“So, ask me,” I growl.
Her eyes cast a glance up to me. “I am not sure I have any questions. You flipped on me. If I had known…”
Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my knees as my eyes flicker with intrigue. I won’t take no for an answer. Maybe she already knows this. Arguing with me will get her nowhere fast. “If you had known…”
“If I had known I was coming to be your house pet, I might have never agreed to get on the back of your bike.”
“You think you had a choice?” Chuckling a little too loud, I boast, “That’s funny.”
“I understand you don’t give a shit about my consent. You are going to do to me what you are going to do,” she says as her blue eyes lure me in to her waters. “You are one sick motherfucker that way. Always have been.”
Ouch.
Standing up, I move closer and lower my face to her shoulder. “You know how hard I get when you curse at me.”
Her jaw flinches, and there is the signal I have been waiting on—I’ve got her, regardless of what her pretty mind believes. What I don’t expect is the fight to come flying from her lips. “I am not a fool. Don’t you think I knew exactly what we were doing? For heaven’s sake, you buried your dick in me in that bathroom! Let me tell you something, Dale Archer… I got your message—loud and clear—and fucking hard. And I fully understand, I am your hostage.”
Turning back to her, I say, “Hostage?”
“You won’t let me go,” she sasses off.
“Well, no. I won’t,” I agree, pacing. “But hostage seems a bit severe.”
“I am just calling it like I see it. You trapped me like an animal.”
“Now, now…”
“No, I have one hour. I am taking the rest of my minutes,” she advises. “You brought me here to try and make a play for my heart again.”
“Wrong. I brought you here to keep you safe.”
“Oh, and it’s just convenient to use my fetish to keep me?”
“I don’t see you actually objecting, darlin.”
She presses her lips together with an angry resolve. Her temper is flaring because I played her right. I knew she would never agree to this with me. So, I did the only thing I could—take what I want—by any means necessary.
“You are a monster.”
“Again, not an objection,” I say, clearing away the dishes. “Keep talking dirty to me, I love that shit.”
I hear her sigh loudly. “I fucking hate you.”
Getting in her face, I smile wide, showing her my shiny, white teeth. “Your hate is matched by the wetness between your thighs. Duly noted.”
She pushes forward, trying to attack me physically. Grabbing her tiny frame, I pick her up and lay her across the table as she squirms, kicking and serpentining. I yank her to the end of the table, securing one ankle to the leg and then the other. Lifting her tethered wrists, I secure her arms with an additional piece of rope looped into the web. With her strapped to the table, she is unable to move.
“What the fuck…” she moans.
“Not yet, but soon,” I assure with a slight smirk.
Pulling up against the ropes, she screams straining wail of moans. “You are fucking sick!” She spits as her spray shot of saliva ends up dousing my face.
Tilting my head, I cock a brow at her curiously. “Amber, tell me which one of us is sick—me for doing this or – you – for allowing it?”
“I am not allowing it!” she argues, flailing against her bindings. “I didn’t agree to this. I needed your help in getting away from psychopathic gunmen, I never realized I would end up in the hands of a crazy fucking bastard.”
Walking away, I accuse, “You aren’t fighting, pretty girl.”
I open the door and head outside for a smoke as I hear her voice cry, “Fuck you!”

 




Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.

Storyteller.

KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her character’s ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.

Creativity is the way to change.

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Blog Tour ~ Playing Irish ~ by ~ Brooke Harris

Title: Playing Irish
Author: Brooke Harris
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: July 1, 2017


Evangeline Andrews is quiet and unassuming, or at least she hopes that’s how people see her. Fleeing her life in New Jersey to hide in Dublin the last thing she needs are her secrets following her across the Atlantic. And what’s the best way to keep a secret? Keep your mouth shut.

Life is one big game for online-gaming genius Julian Harte, and he plays to win every time. Becoming a self-made millionaire before his 30th birthday, Julian’s office is his playground, and he sets the rules. Julian hasn’t lost a round yet and he’s used to getting everything he wants. He wants Evangeline. But she doesn’t want to play.

Meet the Irish Alpha with a rulebook as thick as his accent.


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It was just two simple words. Julian had heard them before from lots of different women. But there was something different about this time. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. This wasn’t the first time he’d bought a beautiful woman a beautiful dress. Of course, every woman was excited when he took them shopping. Their faces usually lit up when they saw the price tag, and they could barely contain their excitement when Julian took out his credit card. Eva hadn’t even checked how much the dress was. Julian knew it wasn’t the price that mattered, just the gift itself. It was refreshing, and it made him more curious than ever about this amazing woman.

‘Do you like it?’ Eva said, stepping out from behind a curtain. She caught the side of the flowing skirt and swished it from side to side as she spun around. Julian could see a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there before. He would buy her every dress in the shop if it kept that sparkle there. 

‘Beautiful,’ he said. ‘But your body is way too delicious to hide.’

Eva look worried.

‘Here, try this one.’ Julian had spotted a little violet number early that afternoon. Eva in that dress was the first thought that came into his head. Or ripping that dress off Eva, to be truthful. Either way, he wanted to buy it for her.

‘It’s a little more…’ 

‘…revealing,’ Eva interrupted, taking the dress from him.

‘I was going to say flattering. Just try it on, please?’

Eva nodded and skipped back to the changing room. This time she emerged silent and obviously nervous. 

Julian exhaled sharply. His cock bulged in his trousers. ‘Fuck. You look amazing.’

Eva lowered her head and fixed a strand of stray hair back behind her ear with shaking fingers. Julian knew she had no idea how stunning she was. He was going to change that.

‘I can’t reach…’ Eva spun around to show Julian the open zip that exposed her whole spine. 

Julian sighed hard. It took all his self-control not to rip the dress from her body and make love to her right there on the shop floor.

‘Come here, beautiful.’


USA Today bestselling author Brooke Harris is a self diagnosed romance addict. Realising at the age of seven that being a real person and not a cartoon character may prove a hindrance when applying for a role as a Disney Princess, she decided to create her own stories. As a grown up Brooke tried swapping the heels and tiaras in her stories for sex and revenge and published her first book, in 2014.

 


Brooke lives in Ireland with her young family. She daydreams about a climate where it doesn’t rain every day, but secretly she loves the green fields and heritage of Ireland. Brooke also writes Psych-thriller under the pseudonym Janelle Harris.


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Release Tour ~ Frayed Silk ~ by ~ Ella Fields

Title: Frayed Silk 
Author: Ella Fields
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2017
Our marriage wasn’t just in trouble—mere threads were all that held it together.
What was once my perfect happily ever after had dissolved right before my eyes.
I can tell you when it started to happen.
What I can’t tell you is why. 
And after seven months of watching my husband turn into someone I didn’t recognize, I’d given up hope in finding answers. 
So I decided to break his heart
… and he did nothing to stop me.
Warning: Contains cheating and other sensitive subject matter.


Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in the land Down Under. While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters and books to her two cats. She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.
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Release Blitz & Review ~ Steal ~ by ~ Rachel Van Dyken

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Steal, an all-new sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is LIVE!!

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Steal by Rachel Van Dyken
Release Date: July 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1 NYT Bestseller Keep…

It’s easy to lose yourself in someone you love.

Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…

I didn’t think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set — keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day.

Seaside, Oregon isn’t big enough for the both of us.

She hates me.

I loathe her.

The plan was simple — stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.

What I didn’t expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face it again.

It’s torture.

The way she looks at me.

The way I try to look through her.

Words left unsaid.

The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever.

I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she’ll make me feel again — and steal the last shred of heart I have left.

We have everything but each other.

It’s not enough.

Not when you’ve lost love.

And replaced it with the only thing left — hate.

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Will and Angelica both can’t stand each other. They have a past and it’s quite painful. And it’s so necessary. Will and Ang needed to both go through everything they have because it makes their story that much better.

Will is Ang’s last chance. He is the only agent willing to work with her. This job is the only one that Ang can get and needs it badly. Even enough to work with her ex that she had a tumultuous relationship with.

And just like every Rachel Van Dyken book I’ve read, it’s left me with one hell of a book hangover.

5 stars!

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Release Blitz ~ Untamed ~ by ~ Lauren Hawkeye

The first part in Lauren Hawkeye’s super sexy UNINHIBITED! serial is available today – and you don’t have long to wait, with the next part releasing next week! Find out more about UNTAMED below and pick up your copy today!

 

 

About UNTAMED (Uninhibited! #1)

Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn is so over the Georgia heat, the red tape at her dig site, and the threatening messages left on her motel door. She just wants to dig, and the network just wants to keep her safe—with a bodyguard. She can’t complain. Jasper Benjamin radiates raw masculinity that penetrates her to the core and ignites passion she’s never felt. Too bad for him, she’s not going to be easy to handle.

Lusting after the bodyguard shouldn’t be so tempting, especially when her life is on the line.

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“You know what Krav Maga is, and you let me spar with my imaginary friend for the last hour?” I let myself go limp, become dead weight, expecting the move to surprise him enough to drop me.

It did not. Instead he rolled with me until his back was against the parched grass, and I was seated astride him. I should have been able to get free since I was on top, but I couldn’t rid myself of his steely grip on my arms, and I knew he’d chosen that position deliberately, to prove his point.

Damn it. This was not the result I wanted—proof that I did, in fact, need him.

“I get it. You’re stronger than me. Now let me up.” Temper-tears stung the back of my throat. Convincing my stepfather that I was going to go to university, convincing my colleagues that I wouldn’t have a nervous breakdown just because some idiot spray painted my door—why did I always have to fight just to live my life the way I wanted?

Instead of gloating and letting me up, my newly vindicated bodyguard tugged me down so that I lay at on top of him. I surprised myself by wanting, suddenly, to bury my face in his T-shirt and just let go for a moment, rather than fight this new reality—that I might actually be in danger.

“I’m not trying to prove that I’m stronger than you. I don’t have to. It’s obvious.” The urge to snuggle passed as I cranked my head around with a glare.

Way to make me feel worse, asshole.

“Krav maga is a discipline, and the first rule is to avoid confrontation. You know this. So why the hell are you out here, alone, after dusk?” His words were tinted with frustration, the first hint of emotion he’d shown, and I was surprised enough to stop tugging at his grip. When I did, he let go, and I pushed myself up on his massive chest but didn’t roll off.

“You’re serious.” I waited for the punchline, but it didn’t come. Instead, he fixed me with a stare from those pale eyes, and a shiver skittered down my spine. “You don’t actually think someone is out to get me, do you? It’s a prank, right?”

“Let’s look at it this way.” Propping himself up on an elbow brought that rock-solid stomach of his in contact with my hip. I thought he would push me away, but he didn’t, seeming completely unaffected by the closeness of our bodies.

That stung, because I sure as hell wasn’t. This close, I could feel the warmth of his skin, smell a hint of soap, and it invaded my senses slowly, lazily, like honey melting on a summer day.

“You’re an archaeologist. You search for physical proof of things before you build theories on top of that evidence. Would that be an accurate explanation?”

“Yes.” Narrowing my eyes, I tried to drag my attention from the scent of his skin to what he was saying. My mouth was dry, and the space between my legs that pressed into the cradle between his hip was warm and starting to ache.

He gave no indication that our position was getting him all hot and bothered, too. None. How was I the only one feeling this?

“You have your physical proof. Harassment in the form of vandalism, and the more direct threat with the poster mailed to Margot.” With the sort of ab crunch I couldn’t do even on my best day, he hauled himself into a sitting position, still without pushing me off his lap. “Sure, it could be that

someone just wants to mess with your head. But what if it’s more? Wouldn’t you rather be prepared?”

“I like being prepared.” I ran my tongue over my lips and swallowed. Holy mixed messages. His words, his demeanor—he was still fully in G.I. Joe mode, but still, he hadn’t pushed me away.

“So how is this going to work? You just follow me around all the time?” A thought occurred to me. “You’re not expecting to stay in the same room, are you?”

Looking at him, though, I felt that same strange pull that I had in Margot’s suite. I might not actually mind having him that close.

What was wrong with me?

Margot and the network had been right—I was absolutely in danger. But the threat?

It was him.

About Lauren Hawkeye

Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she’d wind up telling stories for a living… though when she looks back, it’s easy to see that she’s the only one who is surprised. Always “the kid who read all the time”, Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she’d finished a book… and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.

Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers!

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Release Blitz ~ Famous Love ~ by ~ Lelly Hughes

Title: Famous Love
Author: Lelly Hughes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 3, 2017

Under the bright lights of Nashville, Levi Austin is a country music superstar whose life is rocked by the tragic death of his former wife, leaving him to raise their two daughters. Now faced with having to tell his girls, and making the hard decision about where they’ll live, Levi packs his bags and rushes off to Los Angeles—the last place he wants to be, but the one place where no one will recognize him.

Zara Phillips loves two things: her husband Van, and the band she created with her brother, Reverend Sister. To her, her life is perfect until she discovers that her high school sweetheart husband is cheating on her. The paparazzi are relentless, forcing a devastated and heartbroken Zara to stay hidden until the record label demands she shoot a video for the band’s new single, driving her out of seclusion.

Two people collide from opposite worlds. Neither knowing who the other is, yet both intrigued by one another. When Levi spills hot coffee on Zara, everything changes. He’s focused on his daughters, trying to do what’s best for them while Zara is determined to get away from everyone and everything in Los Angeles.

When Levi offers her sanctuary at his home in Nashville, Zara jumps at the opportunity to disappear… with the hopes that Levi comes with her.

What transpires next are the lives of two very different people finding their path along a very bumpy and unforgiving road, who are tested by their loved ones, the media and one ex that doesn’t want to go away quietly.


You’re never prepared for that moment. It could be anything from finding out you’re pregnant or learning that your band, the one you’ve been in since you were seventeen, has just been nominated for a Grammy. I wish my moment were one of those, but unfortunately, mine comes in the form of finding out my husband of ten years, Van Phillips, has been having an affair. 
And how does one find this out? Well, if you’re me, you walk into your publicist’s office to find your husband banging her assistant. I mean I’m happy that it’s not my publicist bent over her desk with my husband pounding into her because that would really ruin my day. 
There is no recovery for something like this. Even as I stand here with my mouth open with tears streaming down my face, nothing fixes this. Not the look of regret that he gives me as he pulls out of her and quickly stuffs himself back into his pants. Not the “oh shit” look she flashes as she hurries to fix her skirt, making me wonder where the fuck her panties are. 
You’re not prepared when your publicist actually walks into her office oblivious that two people were just fucking on her desk and she asks if you’re ready to get to work on your next tour. 
What the fuck does someone do in this situation? There isn’t a handbook on how to handle your husband when he gets caught cheating, let alone when you find out he has been unfaithful, although there should be because it seems to happen more often than not in Los Angeles. It’s clear that I should’ve taken some classes on how to handle my emotions by the death glare he’s given me. It’s as if I’m supposed to “man up” and pretend as if nothing has happened. Like I am somehow at fault here. 
Unfortunately, that is exactly what I do because I’m moving on autopilot, still trying to decipher if what I saw was real or an optical illusion because I can’t fathom why my husband would cheat on me. It’s not like we don’t have a healthy sex life. In fact, he had no qualms taking care of my needs this morning. Apparently, I didn’t take care of his, though. 
I take one of the two seats in front of Laura’s desk, cringing when she sets a pile of folders in the spot where my husband had her assistant bent over, the same one who is now scurrying away to fetch coffee. Not that I would drink anything she hands to me because for all I know she’s trying to kill me so she can have my cheating-ass-bastard of a spouse all to herself. Newsflash, Trina… Trisha… Tanya, whatever the fuck her name is… she can have him. As far as I’m concerned this is unforgivable, and the fact that he’s sitting down next to me as if nothing has happened makes my skin crawl. 
Oh God, he fucking smells like her cheap ass perfume too. I pretend to gag, except I’m really gagging since my stomach is doing its own version of gymnastics and I have a feeling that I’m about to lose my breakfast all over Laura’s desk any second now. I lean away and not so subtly move my chair farther from him. He reaches out to touch me, but I glare at him. I throw so many daggers that I’m imagining each one hitting him square in his chest. He must understand that I don’t want to be fucked with right now because he pulls his hand away.
That is until the tart walks back in with two cups of coffee. Laura doesn’t look up from the paper she’s reading when her mug is set on her desk, but my husband, he fucking perks up like this bitch is his only means to feed his caffeine addiction. And because I am living in some alternative universe, she has no qualms about brushing up against his arm and making sure he can see her tits when she unnecessarily bends over to give him his coffee.
“That’s it, I’m out of here,” I say as I stand up.
Laura looks up quickly, she’s confused and rightly so.
“Sit down, Zara,” Van has the nerve to say. I can’t even be bothered to look at him so I look at Laura and smile as best I can because right now shit hurts inside and all I want to do is break down and cry.
“I walked in a few minutes early for our meeting and found Van and your assistant fucking on your desk. You might want to sterilize it and find a new assistant because if you don’t, I’m walking.”
I don’t need Laura to say anything. The wide eyes and open mouth are enough for me to know that I’ve shocked her. Behind me, I can hear Van yelling my name, but he’s not following me. No, he chose to stay back with the bimbo instead of getting up and chasing after his wife to tell her how sorry he is and that what he did was a mistake. But I know better. I could tell by the look on his face that he was only sorry that he didn’t get to finish before he got caught.

 

Lelly Hughes is named after her grandmothers. She’s a dreamer who writes words to tell stories about falling in love. Ocean fanatic. Loves the feel of warm sand.
FAMOUS LOVE is her first novel.

 





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