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Cover Reveal ~ What’s It Gonna Take ~ by ~ Lacey Black

 

Title: What’s It Gonna Take
Series: Burgers and Brew Crüe #5
Author: Lacey Black
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Melissa Gill Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: James Clippinger
Release Date: August 9, 2022

 

BLURB

 

Garreth

 

From the first moment I saw Reagan Turner at the bar and restaurant I help manage, I was drawn like never before. She was dating someone at the time, which meant she was off-limits, until the jerk broke up with her. I can’t get her out of my head, can’t stop wanting to kiss those perfectly lush lips. Fighting this attraction has been my kryptonite.
So, I give in to temptation.
Now, all bets are off. One touch, one kiss, one night will never be enough. Of course, I wasn’t factoring in us working together, which means I have to keep my desire—and my hands—to myself.
Should be easy enough.

 

Reagan

 

There’s something about the charismatic, flirty bar manager that pulls me in. When my boyfriend breaks up with me via text message, I suddenly see Garreth Taylor in a whole new light. He’s gorgeous, fun, caring, and everything a single woman could ever want. And for some reason, he seems to have his sights set on me, even if he doesn’t say it outright.
So, I make the first move.
The result is both explosive and dynamic, and before I know it, one night turns to two. He has a hang-up, however, about being professional while at work, and draws a line in the sand.
Looks like I’ll have to show him how fun it can be to cross it.

 

 

 

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My blood is boiling.

 

What kind of douche canoe sends a text to break up with a woman, and then shows up at the same place said woman you just broke up with is eating dinner?
Justin fucking Morales, that’s who.
I want to punch him in his smug, dirtbag face, but I won’t because my employers frown upon it. Well, maybe not Jameson as much as the others, especially when he hears what happened to his wife’s cousin. He’d probably jump to the head of the line to knock out a few teeth.
I remember growing up with Jameson and Walker. They definitely weren’t afraid to get into parking lot scuffles. We didn’t hang in the same circles, but I never had any issues with them. I was just more focused on getting good grades, playing baseball, and getting into college.
Reagan approaches where I stand, eavesdropping on her confrontation and not ashamed in the least. Her eyes are cast down at first, and when they finally meet mine, I can see her embarrassment and anger swirling together like a tornado. Part of me wants to reach out and pull her against my chest, vowing to kick his ass for hurting her, but I know she won’t appreciate that right now.
Instead, I go to the one place I know will get a reaction out of her. “I’m so turned on right now,” I mutter, throwing her a wink and a smile.
And just like that, the shock and rage reflecting in her stunning eyes falls away and is replaced by laughter. “Oh my God,” she sputters through her giggle fit. “What is wrong with you?”
See? This right here. I’d rather see her happy and laughing instead of what that asshole made her feel like. When she smiles, there’s this light that surrounds her. It’s vibrant and makes me feel like I won a million dollars or something equally as badass.
“You wound me, love.” I place a hand over my heart and sigh dramatically.
Reagan rolls her eyes, much as I’d expect her to. “You’re nuts.”
I sober and step closer, greedily breathing in her sweet scent. “Do you want me to drop a drink in his lap? Or maybe step on his patty before I serve it? I’d do it in a heartbeat, for you,” I tell her, only half-joking.
Reagan gives me a sad smile, and Jesus, I don’t like it. “I do appreciate the offer, but I don’t think that’s necessary. Please don’t make any health code violations on my behalf,” she replies with the faintest grin on her pretty lips.
“If you change your mind, send me a signal, okay? Maybe blow me a kiss from across the room or twerk. Twerking’s always good.”
Her face completely relaxes as she laughs and shakes her head. “You’re terrible. I’m going to head back to my friends,” she says, reaching out and squeezing my arm. Little bolts of lightning streak through my veins and land firmly in my balls. It’s hard to just stand here and watch her walk away. “Oh, Garreth?”
Glancing up, I meet her gaze. “Yes?”
“Thank you. For making me smile.” She rewards me with another small smile.
My throat is tight with emotion. “Anytime.”
Reagan rejoins her party, immediately jumping into an animated telling of what happened over with Justin. As much as I’d love to go over there, I can’t. I have a job to do, which right now, is serving the ex. Even if I’d rather kick his ass out or just flat out refuse to serve him, that’s not my job, and I always strive to do the best job I can.
Dammit.

 

 

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USA Today Bestselling Author Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and three rowdy chickens.
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Cover Reveal ~ Mail Order Bride ~ by ~ Britney King

Title: Mail Order Bride
Author: Britney King
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Release Date: July 22, 2022
The bestselling author of the “clever spine-tingler” The Secretary returns with a vicious and suspenseful tale of love-gone-wrong.
When Joel answers an ad in the back of the Farmers’ Almanac that promises to deliver the perfect wife, he isn’t sure what to expect.
For sure, it isn’t Gina.
Gina was aware she possessed secret powers—that’s what her father called them—from a very young age. He always told her she would make a perfect bride. So that’s exactly what she became.
She knows she’s not supposed to use her “powers” for evil and destruction, but Pine Lake is a small place, and Gina has big dreams—plans, in fact. She also has charm, beauty, sex appeal, and intelligence.
Only two things stand in her way: the social norms of 1953, and her new husband, Joel.
The solution may call for desperate measures. But, then, if anyone can get away with murder, it’s Gina.
However, there’s something Gina has yet to realize. That handsome groom of hers? He’s a serial loner for a reason.

 

Britney King lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, children, a dog named Gatsby, one ridiculous cat, and a partridge in a peach tree.
 
When she’s not wrangling the things mentioned above, she writes psychological, domestic and romantic thrillers set in suburbia.
 
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Excerpt Reveal ~ What Drives Us Home ~ by ~ K.B. Barrett

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If you like… Sexy Sheriff Mountain Men Small Town Romance A Spicy Age Gap Sexy Growly Hero Sassy Heroine And more than a few spicy scenes …then you will love the What Drives Us Home!

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All she has ever dreamed about was their life together.

All he has ever wanted was to be enough for her.

She comes from money.

He’s had to work for everything.

She’s running to save him.

His life is stalled without her.

Her future is uncertain.

He can’t see a future without her.

She’s in trouble.

He’s the only one that can help.

Can two people from different sides of the tracks and with so many years between them ever find their way back to each other?

And if they do, can they learn to fight together for their happily ever after?

“Would you like one, Addison?” Carl asked, holding out a thin-stemmed glass of champagne, breaking her out of her daydream. She tried not to roll her eyes as she reached for it, but it wasn’t like he would see it. His gaze had been stuck on her cleavage for the last five minutes anyways.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

“Carl, dear, Addison would love a walk through the garden. Wouldn’t you, dear?” Trixie said, her nails biting into her arm, and she winced.

Her stomach dropped as she fought her brain to work through her panic and come up with a good excuse, because she was not going anywhere with him.

Could she just run out the door? 

If she took off her heels, she wondered if she might be fast enough. Then she glanced sideways at her guard and knew it wouldn’t work.

“Of course she would,” Trixie answered for her, giving her big eyes, and she must have missed part of what they were saying because everyone in their circle was giving her smiling looks as bile started to crawl up her throat.

Vomiting would give her an out. 

Before she could actually follow through, the doors behind them burst open, the crowd falling silent as they all turned to look at the intruder.

Her stomach instantly started twirling for a different reason as she looked at a man that she’d thought she would never see again.

Connor.

God. 

She knew that she had missed him.

But seeing him, actually seeing him in the flesh, standing there in front of her.

She knew that she missed him.

Trixie’s hand was squeezing her arm in a painful grip, but she hardly felt anything. She was too intent on his dark gaze as Connor’s eyes scanned the room before they locked on her.

Her heart twisted as she took him in and felt her breath seize in her lungs as he started to move forward. His long legs ate up the distance between them as he reached behind him and pulled out his cuffs.

“Addison Warner, you are under arrest for theft. You have the right to remain silent…” Connor’s voice drowned out as Trixie started screeching, and the crowd gasped.

What the heck was going on!

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Excerpt Reveal ~ The Boss Project ~ by ~ Vi Keeland

 

Title: The Boss Project
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 11, 2022
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Merrick

 

“Mr. Crawford?” My assistant, Andrea, poked her head into my office while I was eating lunch with Will. “Sorry to interrupt, but HR asked me to find out if you might have time to talk with one of the candidates for the in-house therapist position?”
 
I shook my head. “I don’t need to talk to the applicants. I already gave my input to Joan. HR is holding second-round interviews and will let me know what they think when they’re done.”
 
“Apparently one of the candidates asked if she could have a minute with you after her appointment with HR. But her meeting is starting now, and I know you don’t like anything on your schedule during trading hours.”
 
“Which candidate?”
 
“Evie Vaughn.”
 
I leaned back in my chair with a chuckle. “Sure. Why not?”
 
She nodded. “I’ll let her know.”
 
Will lifted his chin after Andrea shut the door. “What was that little grin about?”
 
“One of the candidates for the stress therapist job is interesting, to say the least.”
 
“In what way?”
 
“Her first-interview appointment wasn’t until five one day last week, so when the market closed, I ran downstairs to Paloma to pick up a suit I’d bought and had tailored. After I left the store, I thought I’d forgotten my cell phone in the fitting room, so I went back to check. When I opened the door, I walked in on a woman.”
 
“I hate those places that have one fitting room for both men and women.”
 
“Actually, this place has separate ones. The woman was just in the men’s room. But that’s not the best part. When I walked in, she was half undressed…and smelling her armpit.”
 
Will’s brows shot up. “Come again?”
 
“You heard me right. Anyway, a few minutes later, my five o’clock appointment walks in, and it’s her. The woman from the fitting room.”
 
“The pit sniffer? Get the hell out of here. What did you do?”
 
“Nothing. I played it off like I didn’t recognize her, though she definitely recognized me. I could see her squirming.”
 
“Shit like this only happens to you, my friend. So what went down? How did the interview go?”
 
“She was the least-qualified candidate. I don’t even know how her resumé made it into the group that got called for interviews.”
 
“Yet she’s back here today for a second interview?”
 
“She is, indeed.”
 
Will shook his head. “What am I missing?”
 
“When I got home that night, I started thinking about how the board is shoving this position down my throat. They mandated that I hire someone, not that the person be competent.”
 
Will smiled. “Genius.”
 
I shook my head. “I need my people to be focused and ruthless while they’re here—not getting in touch with their emotions.”
 
“I hear you.”
 
As we finished lunch, Andrea returned and knocked. Evie Vaughn stood right behind her. Her wavy blond hair was up today, and she wore a simple black skirt and jacket with a red blouse underneath, giving her the sexy-librarian look every male fantasizes about at least once in his life. I tried to ignore the stir seeing her caused in me and forced my gaze down.
 
Andrea peeked her head in the door. “Do you need more time?”
 
I looked at Will. “We need to discuss anything else?”
 
He shook his head. “Not that I can think of. I’ll get the Endicott buy order placed as soon as it hits forty a share.”
 
“Good.” I turned my attention to Andrea. “Please show Ms. Vaughn in.”
 
Will left, tossing me a smirk over his shoulder as he passed Evie.
 
When the door shut, she took a few steps forward, then hesitated. “Thank you for seeing me.”
 
I nodded and gestured to the guest chairs on the other side of my desk. “Have a seat.”
 
“Your assistant mentioned you don’t usually take appointments while the market is open.”
 
“I don’t.” Leaning back, I tented my fingers. “What can I do for you, Ms. Vaughn?”
 
“It’s Evie, please. And…well, I was hoping you could clear something up for me.”
 
“What would that be?”
 
“Why am I here? For a second interview, I mean. You made it pretty clear during the first one that you didn’t think I had the right experience for the position, and I didn’t exactly make a winning first impression in that fitting room. So…why am I here again?”
 
I folded my arms across my chest and deliberated how to answer. The politically correct and professional response would’ve been to say I’d reconsidered based on how she’d handled herself during the interview. But I’d never been accused of being politically correct or professional.
 
“Are you sure you want the real answer? Sometimes it’s better not to know and just accept the outcome.”
 
She folded her arms across her chest, mimicking my posture. “Maybe, but I’d like to know anyway.”
 
I liked her spunk. It was a challenge to keep myself from smiling. “You were invited back because you are the least qualified of all of the people we interviewed.”
 
Her face fell, and I felt a tinge of guilt, even though she’d said she wanted the truth.
 
“Why would you do that?”
 
“Because hiring an in-house stress coach wasn’t my idea. My board of directors is forcing my hand.”
 
“Is it a problem because it wasn’t your idea?”
 
“I employ a hundred-and-twenty-five people whose jobs are to give me ideas.” I shook my head. “No, I don’t have an authority issue, Ms. Vaughn.”
 
She pursed her lips. “Doctor—it’s Doctor Vaughn. I prefer to be called Evie, but if you insist on using formal etiquette, you might as well use my proper title. I hold a PhD in clinical psychology.”
 
I couldn’t hold back the smile that time. I nodded. “Fine. No, I don’t have authority issues, Doctor Vaughn.”
 
“So you’re against the position, in general, and you wanted to hire the worst person to prove a point?”
 
I nodded once. “You could say that.”
 
“Are you against therapy?”
 
“I believe some people can benefit from therapy.”
 
“Some people? But not your employees? Do you believe your employees don’t have any stress in the workplace?”
 
“This is Wall Street, Ms.—Doctor Vaughn. If it weren’t a stressful job, my average trader wouldn’t earn seven figures. I just prefer my people to be focused while they’re here in the office.”
 
“Did you ever consider that you might be looking at things backward? Taking an hour out of the day to speak to someone isn’t what’s interrupting a stressed-out person’s focus. They’re already not focused because of their stress level. Therapy could help center someone so they can concentrate better.”
 
“Noted that there’s more than one way to look at things.” I studied her for a moment. “Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Or have we reached the point in the discussion where you tell me you hope we never see each other again?”
 
She smiled shyly. “I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t an appropriate thing to say.”
 
I shrugged. “It’s fine. Believe it or not, I’ve been accused of being inappropriate a time or two myself.”
She laughed as she stood. “Gee, I never would have guessed that from the man who sniffed me during my interview.” Evie held out her hand. “Thank you for your time. And your honesty.”

 

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles are currently translated in twenty-seven languages and have appeared on bestseller lists in the US, Germany, Brazil, Bulgaria and Hungary. Three of her short stories have been turned into films by Passionflix, and two of her books are currently optioned for movies. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

 

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New Release ~ Win My Heart ~ by ~ Lauren Helms

For Bernadette Ross, there are two things she knows for sure, she loves being a kick-ass gamer girl and she’s been in love with her teammate’s older brother for years. Wade Roberts was forced to put her in the friend zone, but when his feelings can’t be ignored any longer, the only option is to keep their relationship a secret. Fans of nerdy romance, Carrie Aarons, and Kaylee Ryan will adore WIN MY HEART by Lauren Helms, a secret relationship, gamer girl romance.

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Bernie

 

When it comes to gaming,

I’m a pro.

When it comes to my love life?

That’s a different story.

 

I’ve been crushing on my best friend’s older brother forever.

In return, he’s kept me in the friend zone for way too long.

Then things change between us.

And I get to see a whole new,

And incredibly sexy side to him.

 

But, he wants to keep things between us a secret.

 

Wade

 

I made a promise to my brother.

One I refused to break.

Until now.

 

I’ve ignored my feelings for the girl for way too long.

And the more time we spend together,

The harder I find myself falling.

 

There’s just one problem,

I can’t let anyone know that I’ve made her mine.

 

Can I win her heart before its game-over for us both?

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I want so badly to intertwine my fingers with hers, but I can’t, and she drops my hand before reaching for pretzels.

“O.M.G. It just hit me how hungry I am.” She shoves food into her mouth, and I can’t help but chuckle at her.

“Did you not eat dinner?” Leaning into the bar, I watch her with fascination.

“I did, but I was wearing a dress.” She offers this up as if it’s common sense.

I snort. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

She giggles and rolls her eyes. “Let me school you in some basic female knowledge.” She shoves more food into her mouth. If she wasn’t drunk, she’d be embarrassed at the way she’s acting. I find it endearing.

“Mkay. By all means, Bernie, educate me.”

She makes a face, and I’m not sure what I said that threw her off, but then she tells me. “If you’re gonna use a nickname, it’s Benny now.” She scoffs.

Confused, I just shake my head. I’ll admit, I don’t use her shortened name often. Way back in the day, she introduced herself to me as Bernadette, so it just stuck. I’ve always kinda liked that I’m the only one to use her full name, but I’m not on my game tonight. Between her being drunk and overly flirting with me, the new knowledge I possess about her, and the douche-waffle thinking he has a chance with her, I slip and use her nickname.

“Anyway, what do you have to teach me, oh wise one?” I smirk, getting her back on track.

“Ohh, I like that. But I think you’re making fun. I digress. When a woman is wearing a fancy dress, there are two rules. One, don’t make a mess. And two, don’t stuff yourself silly or your food baby will show.”

A deep belly laugh erupts from me. Between breaths, I ask, “Food baby?”

She’s soaking up my laughter, and she nods vigorously. “Yes, you know when you eat too much and it just sits there in your gut, and it looks like you’re about fifteen weeks preggo? Ergo, food baby. You don’t do that in a fancy tight-fitting dress.”

My laughter under control now, I tell her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before, Bernadette.” I chuckle, taking in her carefree, easy demeanor. Her eyes flash with something.

“Like what?” She hiccups.

“Drunk,” I deadpan.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, then I’ve done my job.”

I quirk my brow, “Do you get drunk often and hide it?” She giggles. “Well, shit, do I need to stage an intervention?”

Her pure happiness sets my blood on fire, and it takes everything in me to not reach out to touch her.

“Stop, I’m not a closet drunk. I mean, you don’t see me drunk because I don’t get drunk. In public or alone.” She tries her damnedest to make a serious face, but the attempt ends up just amusing her, and her eyes sparkle.

My own grin grows. “You’re fun like this. Carefree.”

She’s being hilarious right now. I know she doesn’t need alcohol to make her funny. She’s always fun to be around. But I realize now that I don’t have a lot of one-on-one conversations with her. I’m going to start craving this connection.

“I’m not normally fun?” She pops out her bottom lip, leaning forward slightly. Her scent fills my lungs. I take in a deep breath and lean in closer to her.

“No, you’re fun, Benny.” My voice is deep. Her eyes glitter at the use of her new nickname.

She attempts to be serious, but fails. “Just more fun when I’m wasted, yeah?”

“Nah. But normally, you don’t let me get close enough to have fun.” I don’t know why I said that, but it’s out there now.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a little o. I let the silence envelop us. The ball is in her court now.

“Well…” She closes her mouth, opens it again, and then closes it.

I offer a soft laugh. She seems to gather her thoughts and says, “Well, you know where I live. So if you want fun, you know where to find me.”

Well. Fuck. Me.

I gulp, taking in her words, and before I can reply, she’s walking—no, running—away. Gia drapes her arm over her as the girls pull her into the conversation. I’m looking at her, still processing the gauntlet she threw down, and she peeks at me over her shoulder, gives me a little smile, then turns back to the group.

Damn, she launched that fucking ball right back into my court, didn’t she?

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Lauren Helms is a romance author her nerdy and flirty contemporary words. Lauren has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best–video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and write her first novel, Level Me Up. Several published novels later, Lauren created PR company, Indie Pen PR, to help other authors promote their books.

Lauren lives in Indianapolis, Indiana sharing her love of books and video games with her own Gamer Boy husband and three young kid nerds who will hopefully grow up to share the love of things that united Lauren and her husband on their own happily ever after.

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New Release ~ Fall From Grace ~ by ~ Tori Fox

FALL FROM GRACE by Tori Fox is out now! Check out the gorgeous new contemporary romance and get your copy today!

Title: Fall From Grace

Author: Tori Fox

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Fall From Grace:

I risked everything to write the story that could change my life. And it did, just not in the way I hoped. I was fired.

I went to my brother with my tail between my legs begging him for a job.

He came through and managed to get me one… working for his best friend.

But the most embarrassing thing, he happened to be my one night stand from a week ago and now enemy number one in my eyes.

We push each other’s buttons every day in every way.

Except, the more time I spend with him, the more I let my walls down.

I’ve always known, some things are too good to be true.

And Carson Taylor is one of them.

—

She’s my best friend’s little sister, Grace Prescott.

She is beyond off limits. And now, she works for me.

She’s a constant tease to me with those sexy outfits and bee stung lips.

But her teasing ends up turning into late night rendezvous and dirty secrets.

She’s hiding things from me. And it just might be my downfall.

I could lose everything again.

My pride, my job, my best friend.

Is this my not so eloquent fall from grace?

 

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I smile at her. “Let me guess, you have an ex who was a lawyer or a politician, maybe both.” She goes to cut me off but I continue talking. “And acted like some big shot. Was an asshole. Made you promises all the time but was too focused on his own career he forgot about you. And you thought you could put up with it but then the sex was lackluster, boring, you needed to get yourself off too many times to count while he lay snoring next to you after he got himself off inside you.”

She bites her lip hard then takes a large sip of her vodka and soda.

“And let me guess, his dick was small too.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if his dick was big or small. He didn’t know how to use it.”

I smile as I watch her crack.

“Motherfucker.”

I run my finger along the edge of my glass as I hear Mason snickering next to me. “Sounds like it’s not really a lawyer or a politician problem. Sounds more like an asshole problem. Like someone who couldn’t read you, couldn’t understand what you wanted, what you needed.”

“And you do?”

I lean in a brush a piece of loose hair that was framing her face behind her ear. “I saw the way you were talking to that guy at the bar earlier. He wasn’t forceful enough for you. Your body was lax, your stance bored. You want someone to dominate you. You look like the type of woman who will fight back with every demand made. Yet with each second that passes your pussy grows wetter. Your thighs clenching, your body craving my touch. Yet I keep my distance. Each time I lean to grab my drink you hope I brush your arm. Feel the caress of my breath across your cheek. The need grows in you as I keep my distance. Your eyes are dilated anticipating the slightest touch. You want nothing more than for me to touch you. Drag my fingers gently down the side of your cheek. Then grab you, pulling you close, devouring that mouth. Pulling on your hair, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.” I pull away and see the flush on her chest, the increased rate of her breathing. “But you’ll never admit that. You’re too strong to admit you would submit to me every damn time.”

About the Author:

Tori Fox is the author of romantic suspense and contemporary romance with a little bit of angst and a whole lot of sexy. When she isn’t writing, you can find her listening to true crime podcasts as she tends to her plants or singing along to Taylor Swift as she drinks champagne. Tori lives above the clouds with her husband and dog in the Rocky Mountains.

 

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New Release ~ Escape Girl ~ by ~ Michelle Dayton

Emily Saturn’s world is spinning out of control. When she isn’t working on an impossible lawsuit, she’s trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March. But Bobby is determined to prove to Emily that he can be the man she deserves and has a very creative plan to win her back. Fans of Christina Lauren and Sally Thorne will love Escape Girl, a spicy second chance romance.

“The love story itself is stirring and emotional, and Emily and Bobby’s second chance feels well-earned.”—Publishers Weekly review for Escape Girl

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Emily Saturn’s world is spinning out of control. An intellectual property lawyer, she’s gone rogue from her firm, dealing with a major lawsuit against a predatory software company’s CEO pro bono. When she isn’t looking for elusive evidence she can use—legally, of course—she’s trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March.

After their whirlwind courtship and wedding, Bobby can’t pinpoint what went wrong between them. He’s been working for months on his new career and personal growth, determined to be the man his wife deserves. Desperate to get her attention, Bobby invites Emily to a series of individually designed virtual escape rooms, each one a moment from their love story. Hopefully, the sexy, romantic trip down memory lane will rekindle their intense connection—and clue him in on how to fix this.

Emily has never been able to resist a puzzle. Or, frankly, Bobby. The more she interacts with her husband online, the more she wants to see him again in person. Which is beyond stupid because Emily knows he’s wrong for her. Right?

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The sun was low in the sky by the time he drove me back to my father’s house in Pacific Heights. He pulled his Jeep to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. I reached for the door handle. “Hold up!” Bobby said. “I’m a gentleman. I’ll walk you to the door.”
Grinning like an idiot, I dropped my hands in my lap and watched him jump out of the car and scramble to the passenger side. Anticipation rose like a cloud in my throat. We’d spent the entire day inches from each other without touching. I’d been able to feel his body heat near my skin for hours, but I still didn’t know how his hands felt. Or how he smelled. Or much at all about his lips. I mean, I’d memorized their exact shape and the many expressions they made when he laughed or spoke. But I was very interested in how they might move against mine.
I glanced around my father’s street and up the sidewalk to the door. If I accepted the job offer I had in San Francisco and moved back here permanently, I’d choose a place in a lively neighborhood instead of this rarified, ultrawealthy corridor. I preferred sidewalk seating at nearby cafés, people walking dogs, apartments with tiny, oft-used patios. But here, on my father’s street, it was quiet. The only sounds were that of landscaping and an occasional walkie-talkie blast from a neighbor congresswoman’s Secret Service patrol.
My father’s next-door neighbor was watering her plants on a spacious second-floor outdoor patio. She had a perfect view of my father’s front door, which absolutely sucked.
I wanted a kiss.
Not a peck on the cheek or forehead. Not a lingering handshake. I wanted a kiss to match the singeing heat I felt every time I looked in Bobby’s general direction. A kiss that would steal the breath from his lungs. A kiss where I could show him just how wound up he made me today.
Bobby opened my car door, and I resigned myself to a short walk up the sidewalk and a quick goodbye. But to my surprise, he didn’t open the car door wide and offer a hand to help me out. Rather, he opened it and then stepped inward, bracing himself with both arms and blocking anyone on the street from seeing into the car. “If I walk you to the door,” he said in a low voice, “there’s going to be an audience.”
My skin started to burn under my cashmere sweater. I wished I was wearing…less. My lips curved up at him as my gaze greedily roamed over his shoulders, neck, and lips. “An audience for what?”
“Our goodbye,” he whispered.

About Michelle Dayton

There are only three things Michelle Dayton loves more than sexy and suspenseful novels: her family, the city of Chicago, and Mr. Darcy. Michelle dreams of a year of world travel – as long as the trip would include weeks and weeks of beach time. As a bourbon lover and unabashed wine snob, Michelle thinks heaven is discussing a good book over an adult beverage.

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Pre-Order Blitz ~ Perfect Date ~ by ~ Jennifer Miller

Perfect Date, Mason Creek Book #26 (standalone) by Jennifer Miller is releasing on July 29th on Kindle Unlimited! 

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Mason Creek’s newest single resident, Charlotte Knight is looking for love in all the wrong places apparently. Desperate to find “the one” and get her happily ever after, she gives online dating a try. Not wanting to get the small-town gossip wheels turning, she meets all her dates at a bar in the next town over. And sexy bartender, Justin Gray has a front-row seat to the disaster that has become her love life. When he offers to fake date her in order to show her what a perfect date is supposed to be like things get real complicated, real fast.

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Author Jennifer Miller was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois but now calls Arizona home. After winning a school writing contest at the young age of nine, when she wrote a book about a girl and her pet unicorn (her spirit animal), she dreamed of writing a book of her own. The important lesson she learned about dreams is that they don’t simply fall into your lap – you have to chase them yourself. Her greatest role however is that of a wife and mother. When she’s not writing you’ll likely find her loudly cheering on her daughters at their basketball games, spending time with those she loves, or up to shenanigans with her bestie. For more information about Jennifer Miller, please visit www.jennifermillerwrites.com

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Cover Reveal ~ The Joy of Us ~ by ~ Kennedy Fox

 

 

The Joy of Us

Love in Isolation series

 

Cover designer: Outlined with Love Designs

Cover photographer: Lindee Robinson Photography

Special edition cover designer: Lori Jackson

 

 

 

 

 


The Joy of Us

Release Date: November 22nd, 2022

What happens when your getaway rental cabin ends up being a scam and you’re forced to stay with a sexy lumberjack? You try to avoid him and his annoying Christmas spirit because the last thing you have time for is love.

 

 

 

 

The Joy of Us is a reverse grumpy/sunshine, close proximity romance.

 

 

 

 

 

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Meet Kennedy Fox
Brooke Cumberland and Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up under the USA Today pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of Hallmark movies, overpriced coffee, and making TikToks. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day in 2016, they decided to collaborate under a pseudonym and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make you blush and your heart melt. Happily ever afters guaranteed!
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Cover Reveal ~ The Redo ~ by ~ Max Monroe

Title: The Redo
Author: Max Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 17, 2022
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Cover Model: Andrew Biernat
 
 
 
Put a finger down if you’ve ever been a single woman who got stuck in a New York City elevator in the middle of a summer blackout with your former high school sweetheart—whom you haven’t seen in years—while pregnant with a baby that isn’t biologically yours. And you can’t believe how handsome that blast from your past is, so you unwittingly flirt with him a little even though your life is so crazy complicated you’re barely keeping your head above water, but everything about him makes you think you could totally still be in love with him.
 
*puts a finger down*
 
What? Just me?

 

 

 

Needless to say, my current status is thorny. And no, I didn’t miss how close that word is to another one.

 

 

Even though he’s the epitome of tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, Remington Winslow has been a single bachelor for most of his life. It’s clichéd and basic—until you consider the fact that once upon a terrible time, he got left at the altar.
He doesn’t do relationships. He definitely doesn’t fall in love.
And I’m just trying to survive a tangled web of unexpected motherhood and running one of the top real estate firms in the city that never sleeps.
He’s the jaded guy who doesn’t want to settle down, and I’m the career-focused woman with more baggage than a 747 can hold.
We’re just two friends who used to be in love.

 

Now, if someone would tell my hormones I’m not a teenager anymore, I’d be set.

 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 


 
 

Many moons ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history…

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than thirty contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​

 
 
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