New Release + Release Blitz + Excerpt: Never Got Over You by S.L. Scott

Release Date: January 14

 

 

The universe shifts, and our stars realign.

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen.

Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila?

Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples.

Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself.

I still regret walking away the next day.
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I can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. But then I run right into Natalie St. James.

She’s still unwittingly gorgeous, if not more so, and as wildly quirky as I remember.

Sidebar: She’s on a date.

What do I expect? For her to still be thinking about me?

I still regret what happens next.

We didn’t get the love story we deserved the first time, then I screwed up our second chance. When the universe shifts and our stars realign, is the third time a charm? 
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He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “About that date? The offer still stands if you’re up for it.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

Checking my watch, I purse my lips in thought. “I don’t know. I’m coming off a bad date, so that puts a lot of pressure on you to redeem my night. If you don’t, that will be two bad dates in one night. Might be a record.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” I knew he was, but I love that he takes the bait . . . I mean, up to the task. When he looks at me, it’s as if he sees my thoughts, and my cheeks heat in response. Taking a few steps closer, so close that my eyes dip closed as if I’m about to be kissed, he says, “As I see it, we have several options.” 

Playing off how bad I just misread that situation—again, I might add, recalling the last rejection from him that I barely survived—I tap my eye as if dust invaded the corner. “Sorry,” I reply, blinking like a crazy person. Lowering my arm, I latch my good eye onto him. “Several options, you say? Do tell.”

He gives me a second full once-over and then rubs the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip as if he’s devising a plan. The intensity of his eyes lands back on me. “We can get a drink at a nearby bar. Or maybe you’re up to hang out at my hotel suite . . . or your place. Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours.”

“Are you?”

A smirk splits his lips. “Since Catalina, but that’s old news, and I want to hear about the new you.”

“Like?”

“Natalie in New York versus you in California.”

Undecided on what I want to do, I look down the street one way and then the other, but with him standing so close, his scent has our past trickling back into my memories. I turn back to face him. “I know a place not too far from here. It’s low-key at this hour, but then turns into an after-hours dance club.”

“I prefer low key.” 

“Then we have ourselves a date.”

We make it to the corner before he says, “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks. You aren’t so shabby yourself.” The sound of his laughter is addicting, and don’t get me started on that cute smile. I’d almost forgotten about those dimples. 

He playfully knocks his elbow into mine. “Looking on the bright side paid off.”

“How so?”

“You told me that if we look on the bright side, we won’t be strangers the next time we meet. And here we are—not strangers.”

“At the time, it was one of my wiser pieces of free advice.” 

“What about now?”

“I’d tell you to get my phone number. Much wiser, but you know, we could reintroduce ourselves and share our numbers just in case one of us goes MIA.” Hint. Hint. Hint.

 

 

 

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Meet S.L. Scott
New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and wiling her days away lost in a good book and the movies.
With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. 
 
She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the worlds those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. 
 
This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories.
 
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. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. 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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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt: Forsaken Trail by Devney Perry

Forsaken Trail by Devney Perry is now live!

Aria Saint-James has planned the perfect getaway: sweatpants, takeout and two weeks alone with her sister and nephew. Nowhere on that list is wearing a low-cut dress and uncomfortable heels to attend a wedding where she knows neither the bride nor the groom. Toss in her nemesis, Brody Carmichael, and her road trip to Arizona is officially a bust.
But at least there is champagne.
She blames the bubbly for falling into bed with Brody that night. Enemy or no, the billionaire is irresistible in a tux. But after their one-night tryst, Aria has no choice but to cut her vacation short, returning home to escape his devilish smile, vowing never to see Brody again.
Except Aria gets a surprise a few weeks later–she’s pregnant. When he learns that she’s carrying his child, Brody offers Aria the chance of a lifetime. The catch? She has to live under his roof until the baby is born.
Either they’ll kill each other in nine months. Or discover love buried beneath their hate.

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The whirl of tires and the hum of an engine filled the air before she could answer. A shiny black Jaguar came down the driveway and my heart dropped.

No. That son of a bitch Brody Carmichael was going to ruin my vacation.

“He’s supposed to be gone.” If he dared encroach on my time with Clara, I’d sneak poison ivy into his bed.

“It’s not his fault.” Clara sighed, quick to defend her boss.

“Did his private plane not have enough spiced cashews for his liking? Surely he can afford jet fuel.”

The second-best part of this week, besides Clara and Gus, was Brody’s scheduled absence. Clara knew there was no love lost between me and her boss, so she’d suggested travel dates that coincided with his vacation.

Yet here he was, parking a car that likely cost more than all of my worldly possessions combined.

Brody parked behind the Cadillac and stepped out of his car, sliding the sunglasses off his face. He wore a navy suit tailored to perfection around his broad shoulders and long legs. In the years I’d known him, I’d never seen him in anything but a suit. Did he not own jeans?

“Brody!” August raced over, holding up a hand for a high five. “Aunt Aria is here. We’re gonna open my presents.”

“I see that.” Brody’s lips turned up in a smile. Barely.

If the man ever learned how to deliver one properly, actually show some teeth, he’d be devastating. Especially with the dark, trimmed beard he’d grown a few years ago. It gave him a sexy edge. Or it would have, if his perpetually sour mood wasn’t such a major turnoff.

He definitely, definitely didn’t turn me on. Oh no.

Broderick Carmichael was enemy number one.

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New Release + Release Blitz + Excerpt + Pinterest Board: The Ahern Brothers Collection by Claudia Burgoa

The Ahern Brothers Collection by Claudia Burgoa

Contemporary Romance | Anthology | Billionaire Romance

Two hot & sexy billionaire brothers. Two different stories. Two unexpected happily ever afters.

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Stories included:

Begin with Me

Back to You

Once Upon A Holiday

PLUS bonus content.

The Ahern Brothers Collection contains one duet and one full-length, standalone romance holiday.

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“If you two will excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room,” I say, and point at my empty glass. “Can you ask for another martini for the road?”

“High altitude,” Jeannette warns me. “Two more and you’ll be showing your favorite pair of panties to the entire restaurant—and this time you won’t be able to claim it was an accident.”

She cackles and I think she’s the drunk one of the two of us.

“Bitch,” I growl and march to the bathroom thinking about how I’m going to get back at her.

I swear she’s so loud, a few tables around us hear her and give me the look. Maybe I should tell her wife some embarrassing stories from when we were young. There’re plenty of those. That might keep them around for a couple of hours—at least one more hour. It’s too early to go back to the hotel.

On my way to the restroom, I try to come up with the best one. Then pull out my phone to see if I have any old pictures. I don’t pay much attention when I enter the restroom, put away my phone, and enter the stall. After I’m done and while I’m washing my hands, I know exactly how Jeannette is going to pay for what she just did.

“Well, this is either a treat or the worst invasion of my privacy.”

I jump and shriek. My heart beats fast but I spin around toward the unexpected male voice. I’m not sure where I should concentrate my attention, his handsome face or the thick and meaty treat he’s holding in his hand.

Yummy, talk about girth and length.

“Wait, what are you doing in the ladies’ room?”

He laughs while putting away his well-endowed package. “I didn’t know they had urinals in the ladies’ room.”

“In the what?” I shriek and look around the bathroom.

And fuck if this isn’t worse than the airport. It’s Jeannette’s fault. She distracted me.

“Oh well,” I say, smiling. “I leave you with your …”

“You should show me something to make up for what just happened,” he says, with a hinting tone. “You know a tit for tat.”

“What?” I cover my boobs. “No.”

“Come on, at least show me those lacy panties everyone saw at the airport.”

“How do you know about my panties?”

“You and your sister don’t know the definition of inside voice,” he says and my cheeks heat up. Well, I gave a show to the entire restaurant. “At least, I think she’s your sister. You two could be twins, you know.”

“We are twins,” I clarify. “And no, I won’t be showing you anything.”

He winks at me. “You liked what you saw, we could have a party with him as long as you’re willing to share.”

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New Release + Review Tour + Excerpt + 5 Star Review: Break Me by Meagan Brandy

 

 

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Meagan Brandy comes an opposites attract romance about facing your fears, discovering your worth, and fighting for love at all costs.


 

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I had a plan, and it was solid.

 

Track down what was hidden away and take pleasure in toying with it. 

Toying with her. 

 

That plan, it worked like a charm.

Until it didn’t. 

 

Turned out, the feisty little thing I found was far from what I hoped for. 

She was different from all I knew and more than I expected.

 

She was light, and I’m the bastard who led her into darkness.

But this girl… she followed with a smile.

 

I told her I break pretty things.

She asked me to promise. 



Excerpt

 

“What do you know about being a BrayGirl?”

I open my mouth to respond, but he speaks again before I’m able.

“Be straight-up with me, little Bishop,” he warns. “No bullshit.”

Okay, fine.

I lay out what I’ve learned. “I know it’s what people call the girls who spend their nights with you or your brothers, or anyone who has earned the Brayshaw name.”

“Morning, afternoons, we ain’t picky on time of day, baby girl.” He’s angry and hard focused. “Keep going.”

“It’s a girl who is on lockdown. Untouchable to everyone, watched by all to keep her from doing things a Bray wouldn’t like or things she shouldn’t. Basically, she’s bound in bubble wrap, only to be undone by her man.”

“Temporary man,” he fires off.

“Right.” I shake my head in disdain. “Because she’s good enough for his bed, but not his heart.”

His jaw clenches. “You the type?”

“You’ll never know…”

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I hate goodbyes!!!
This series started my love for Meagan Brandy. While scrolling through Facebook the cover of Boys of Brayshaw caught my eye and I was hooked. I’ve never looked back and have devoured each book since!
Royce was always destined for the final book, I just knew it would take a special lady to wrangle this boy and I’m so glad he met his match!!
True to her craft, Meagan has delivered another amazing binge-worthy story. Detailed perfection, memorable characters and an addicting storyline, Break Me should be on every readers TBR!
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New Release + Release Blitz + Excerpt: Head Over Heels For the Holidays by Jennifer Bernard

Today we have the release day blitz of Jennifer Bernard’s Head Over Heels for the Holidays! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!

Title: Head Over Heels for the Holidays

Author: Jennifer Bernard

Genre: Holiday Romance

About Head Over Heels for the Holidays:

Is he the cure for her holiday heartbreak?

Ever since her ex-boyfriend dumped her on Christmas Eve, the holiday season has been tough for Maya Badger—especially since Lost Harbor, Alaska, pulls out all the stops for the holidays. Sure, she could focus on her police work and her father’s recovery from heart surgery. But when her dad’s home healthcare nurse turns out to be her childhood buddy—all grown up and the stuff of her naughtiest fantasies—she may have a solution to her holiday blues. After all, Jay-Jay always was the perfect playmate!

Rune Larsen hasn’t been skinny little Jay-Jay in a long time…not since he and his teen sister were forced to change their names to avoid Cara’s stalker. Taking a job in tiny, remote Lost Harbor seems like the perfect way to stay one step ahead of danger. The fact that his childhood friend is the town police chief is a bonus. Not to mention the fact that Maya has grown into a beautiful bronze goddess. Hell, even her serious cop side is a turn-on…though he’s up for the challenge of bringing some fun back into her life.

In fact, if they can navigate a stalker, a runaway yak, eleventy-billion holiday parties and a criminal investigation into the dark side of Lost Souls Wilderness, Rune just may convince Maya to fall head over heels for the holidays…and beyond.

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Without thinking too hard about it, Maya rose to her feet and grabbed Rune by the collar of his jacket, pulling him close. “How about a fake kiss?” she asked quickly. “Just make it look good from a distance.”

He flashed her a pirate grin and cupped her face with his free hand. “My pleasure. I’m an excellent fake kisser.”

“Come on, hurry.”

He bent his head over hers, but he still didn’t go for the kiss. “You can’t hurry a fake kiss, or it will look fake. We’re flirting, we’re completely caught up in each other, we don’t even care that we’re drifting on the open ocean. Keep looking at me, just like that except without the ‘what the hell are you talking about’ expression.”

She smothered a laugh and relaxed her face into a dazzled smile. As if Rune was the most wonderful thing in the world, better than chocolate and bubble baths combined.

He blinked, as if she’d momentarily thrown him off his game with her smile. A personal triumph, she figured.

“That’s…good,” he said, a little more strained than before.

For a fake kiss, he sure was overthinking it. They needed to get this thing done.

She took command and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. Tugging him down, she offered him her mouth. “Let’s do this,” she hissed. “Tick-tock.”

Honestly, why did she always have to be the one with any common sense? If those men onshore had binoculars, they were already watching. To throw them off, she only had a few moments. If the men thought they’d been busted, they might rework their entire comms system. The lead would be worthless. The source would be burned. The case back to square one.

And then all thoughts of logic flew from her mind as Rune claimed her lips with a kiss that sent shock waves through her system. Warmth…sizzle…sunshine…all of it swirled together in a rush of brilliant pleasure. His lips were firm and generous at the same time, as if they were inviting her into his world. A world where she would be queen and he would be whatever she needed.

A kind of exhilaration swept through her and she parted her lips for more. He gave it to her, sweeping his tongue inside the cave of her mouth, where every surface tingled and warmed at his touch.

Fake kiss, my ass.

This was the real thing and she couldn’t get enough of it. She drank him in as if she’d been starving for this, pining for it. Her mind—always working, always on guard—let go like an anchor releasing her to drift on the current. She lost herself in the flood of pure physical joy.

She staggered as the boat got slammed with a supersized wave. Rune held her tight so she didn’t lose her balance. “I need to steer this thing,” he murmured against her lips before turning back to the helm.

“Yes. Yeah. Of course.” She ran her tongue across her lips, tasting salt from the spray and sweet from Rune. She plopped down onto the bench as he wrestled with the wheel. Picking up her binoculars, she focused on the spot where the two men had been.

They were gone—or maybe her angle had changed and she couldn’t see them anymore.

She dropped her glasses and sighed. Hopefully she hadn’t messed anything up by making them suspicious. “Go ahead and pick up speed. Let’s keep going toward Mount Sage for a bit.”

“Roger that.”

Was his voice a little gruffer than usual? Was it the effect of the salt in the air?

He put the boat in gear and they cruised farther into the bay. She watched the little cove as it receded into the distance, swallowed up by the greater landscape of forests and rugged outcroppings.

What now? How to handle this? She and Rune had kissed, and there was no way she could forget about it the way she had when she was a kid.

Maybe never mention it again?

Or maybe do it again?

The tempting thought hovered out there like the promise of an ice cream sundae after a long week. Treat yo-self, she could imagine her cousin Reecie in Anchorage saying. Go for it, Kate would urge. I knew it, Jessica would say.

“Tell me when you’re ready to head back,” Rune said. “It’s your call.” His voice had returned to normal. She wondered what he was thinking about this situation. Then again, he didn’t overthink things like she did. He probably wasn’t worried about it at all. He probably kissed people all the time—all those non-girlfriend “girls” he’d talked about.

“I will,” she told him. “Give it a few more minutes.”

“The other thing is your call too,” Rune said softly, his attention still on the choppy water ahead.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you’re trying to decide what to do about that kiss. I can see your wheels spinning from here.”

“I’m not—okay, I am. I didn’t intend for it to be like that.”

“It’s my fault.” His voice shifted to a jaunty cheerfulness. “My pride was hurt that you forgot the first kiss. I was aiming for ‘best kiss.’ One that you wouldn’t forget. That’s all.”

It wasn’t all. She could hear it in his voice. It was so much more complicated than that. Friendship, attraction, sizzle…all that, lined up against her better judgment. But even so, it touched her that he was trying to make the whole thing easier for her.

Best kiss? Isn’t that a little arrogant?” She adopted a teasing tone to match his.

“Second best? Third? Just tell me it wasn’t the worst. Gotta start somewhere.”

“It wasn’t the worst.”

That was as far as she could go right now.

And maybe it was the best. Because right at this moment, she couldn’t think of any other specific kiss that might compete with it.

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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt: Little Lies by H. Hunting

“H. Hunting pens a heartbreaking tale that leaves readers absolutely breathless from beginning to end. One of her best books yet!”
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Little Lies, an all-new, angsty and emotional new adult romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting writing as H. Hunting is out now!

I don’t want you.
You mean nothing to me.
I never loved you.
I turned my words into swords.
And I cut her down.
Shoved the blade in and watched her fall.
I said I’d never hurt her, and I did.
Years later, I’m faced with all the little lies, the untruths, the false realities, the damage I inflicted, when all I wanted was to indulge my obsession.
Lavender Waters is the princess in the tower. Even her name is the thing fairy tales are made of.
I used to be the one who saved her.
Over and over again.
But I don’t want to save her anymore.
I just want to pretend the lies are still the truth.

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The front door swings open, and the never-ending nightmare that is this day smacks me in the face like a long-expired sausage. Kodiak stands in the doorway wearing only a pair of swim shorts, wet hair sticking out all over the place, water dripping on the damn floor. But God, is he ever glorious. Muscle layered over muscle, thick biceps flexing as he holds the doorjamb, a mischievous grin popping the dimple in his left cheek.
My heart seizes and gallops. I miss this version of him: the one that smiles and doesn’t hate me.
He ruins everything a moment later by bellowing, “Who’s fucking in the driveway?”
His gaze moves to Dylan, who looks as horrified as I feel, but as it shifts to me, his smile drops and my stomach tightens.
“You should really go,” I tell Dylan.
“I’ll see you around.” He disappears into his car and barely has the door closed before he’s backing out of the driveway and screeching down the street.
I adjust my backpack on my shoulder and head for the house, steeling my spine and my nerves because Kodiak is still standing in the middle of the doorway, his face a mask of indifference. I try to brush by him, but he stays where he is, making it impossible.
I sigh, exhausted beyond belief. I just want to go upstairs and have a good, cathartic cry. I try to mirror his apathy. “Can you move so I can get into my house?”
His brow furrows as his eyes move over my face. He lifts his hand, like maybe he’s thinking about touching me. There’s no way I can handle that. I jerk back and swat his hand away. “What are you doing?”
“Your lip is bleeding.”
“Don’t act like you actually give a shit, Kodiak.”
“Tell me what happened.” His voice is low and soft, and for whatever reason, that makes me even angrier, so I lash out, wanting to wound him the way he keeps wounding me.
“You, Kodiak. You happened, and you ruined my goddamn life. Now get the hell out of my way.” I elbow past him, almost tripping over several sets of running shoes.
I head straight for my bedroom and lock the door behind me. I slide down the wall until my butt hits the floor and close my eyes, taking deep breaths.
I imagined the concern in his voice.
I imagined the pain that sat heavy behind his eyes.
We see what we want to, not the truth, especially when it hurts.

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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt + 4.5 Star Review: Shine With Me by Kristen Proby

“No one does swoony alphas, strong women, and sexy love stories like Kristen Proby.”
—Laurelin Paige, New York Times bestselling author

Shine with Me, a new 1001 Dark Nights novella in the With Me In Seattle series filled with sizzling chemistry by New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby is available now!

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Proby comes a new story in her With Me In Seattle series…

Sabrina Harrison hates being famous. She walked away from show business, from the flashing bulbs and prying eyes years ago, and is happy in her rural Oregon home, dedicating her life to her non-profit.

Until Hollywood calls, offering her the role of a lifetime. In more than ten years, she’s never felt the pull to return to the business that shunned her, but this role is everything Sabrina’s ever longed for.

Now she has to get in shape for it.

Benjamin Demarco’s gym, Sound Fitness, continues making a name for itself in Seattle. And now, he finds himself with the task of training Sabrina, getting her in shape for the role of her life. He’s trained hundreds of women. This is his job. So why does he suddenly see Sabrina as more than just another client? His hands linger on her skin, his breath catches when she’s near.

He knows better. Soon, she’ll be gone, living her life. A life that doesn’t include him.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

 

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“There will be no more kissing.”
I’m staring at myself in the mirror. I have sleepy eyes, my face is clean of makeup, and my hair is up in a bun with a headband in place to keep the flyaways off my face while we ride.
I’m giving myself a stern talking-to.
“No kissing.” I point my finger at my mirror image. “Yes, he’s hot, and his hands are crazy amazing, and it would probably be the best sex of your life.”
I frown.
“No one said anything about sex. Now you’re taking it too far, Rina. Keep your hands and lips to yourself and just work on getting ready for this role. That’s the job. Doing Ben is not the job here.”
I narrow my eyes at myself and then nod once in satisfaction.
That’s been decided.
Ben suggested I wear layers, and I followed orders. I’m in workout pants and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt over that. I have a scarf to put around my neck if I need it. It’s winter in Seattle, which means it could be seventy or thirty.
You never know.
But I do know that it’s cooler by the water. Though the fresh air will feel good.
I’ve just finished eating a bowl of cantaloupe when the doorbell rings.
It’s six on the dot. He’s right on time.
“Always punctual,” I murmur as I unlock and open the front door. “Good mor—”
He sweeps in, pulls me against him, and plants those lips on mine. I loop my arms around his neck and let him have his way with me.
Because I’m a red-blooded woman, and Ben is hot as hell.
Hot. As. Hell.
My stern bathroom conversation goes right down the toilet as he pushes the door closed with his foot and spins me around to pin me against it.
His hands skim down my sides, then move back up again to frame my face as he thoroughly explores my mouth.
I was still half-asleep when he arrived. I’m fully alert now.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls away, and his blue eyes are on fire as he stares down at me.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Hi.”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
“Not complaining.” I feel the smile slowly spreading over my face. “I gave myself a pep talk earlier, explaining that we weren’t going to do that again.”
“Sorry, I didn’t get the memo.”
I swallow hard as he backs away.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Is it hot in here?”
He laughs and points at my sweatshirt. “You’re dressed for cold weather.”
“Right. Yeah. Okay, so we’re going on a bike ride?”

 

Tracey’s Review

I discovered Kristen Proby when I read COME AWAY WITH ME, the very first book in her With Me In Seattle series, back when the romance craze was new. Fifteen books later and I’m still in love with the world that she’s created with these books, the characters both belovedly familiar, and each addition that comes along.

SHINE WITH ME is a novella, so a snack-sized portion of the Seattle goodness, but is fulfilling in every way. Ben and Sabrina are perfect for each other, and I was delighted to see that faces that I’ve loved for so long were along for the ride as their relationship unfolded (Extra extra points for this story, because Luke Williams, my most favorite of all Proby men, makes an appearance, along with some of my faves from the early days.).

There’s plenty of passion and a misunderstanding or two, all of which make SHINE WITH ME another bright point in my reading year, and a great addition to this beloved series. Fans of the Seattle Montgomerys will love this book, and those that are new to Kristen’s books will enjoy it just the same…plus have some incentive to start from the very beginning. Either way, this book is too good to miss, so grab your copy and enjoy. ❤️

 

Meet Kristen


Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.
During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before the dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.
Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.
Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two pugs and two cats.

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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt + 4 Star Review: Wild Child by Audrey Carlan

Wild Child, an all-new must-read romance that with off the walls chemistry and heart from #1 New York Times bestselling author Audrey Carlan is available now!

Twice my life changed in a single day.

The first was when I lost my parents. Hand in hand I walked with my big sister up the steps of Kerrighan House, a foster home for girls. We were lucky to be met with open arms and a house filled with children just like us. Children who’d lost everything. From that day forward, we were raised as one big family. Our bonds of sisterhood were strengthened through shared experience, pain, sacrifice, and love. Sisters not by blood, but by choice.

Soul sisters.

The second day my life changed was on the worst day of my adult life. My boyfriend broke up with me via text. My sleazy boss hit on me, forcing me to quit a job I desperately needed. And the cherry on top, was getting pulled over by an FBI Agent. Little did I know, he’d also save my life that night.

From the moment we met, Agent Fontaine wouldn’t dare let me out of his sight. And between his alpha ways, kind brown eyes, and heroism, I was lost to the man who hid behind his job. But this agent had a rule: never fall for a woman you’ve saved.

Yet I wasn’t just any woman. I was known among my sisters for taking risks and dreaming big. I was the wild child of the group. We were raised to appreciate every day as the gift it was, and not let anything stand in our way. The more I got to know the brooding, serious FBI man, the more I realized maybe it was my duty to save him.

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“Are you arresting me?” A deluge of tears fell down my cheeks as my chest constricted and my stomach plummeted.

“Ma’am just follow me. Closer.” He waved his non-gun-toting hand as he walked backward.

“I don’t understand. This is so crazy. I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear! It’s my car and I don’t have drugs. You can check it.”

“And I will, when you’re safely sitting in my car.”

“Oh my God! You’re arresting me!”

That’s when I lost it.

I punched my hands into my hair, tugging on the long, beachy golden waves until they were hanging off my now heated neck.

“This is unbelievable! The absolute worst day of my entire life. And my parents died in a fire! At the same time! And I had to go to foster care with my sister. And this day, oh my God. Sonia! My sister…no, Officer, you cannot arrest me. You do not understand what this will do to my sister. She’s the…”

“Ma’am! Get over here now!”  The officer grated through a super scary rumble pushing me into immediate action.

When I got closer, he latched onto my wrist and tugged me close to his body. My chest slammed against his and I placed my hands to his muscular biceps. I stared up into the darkest set of eyes I’d ever seen. Like a black cup of coffee, yet with little golden-brown flecks at the center. His skin was an olive tone, his jaw cut square, framed by cheekbones that were sharp slashes as though chiseled into fine marble. He had dark brown hair that was longer on top and shorter at the sides. If I had to guess, I’d put him in the dark Italian stallion category or Greek god.

He was beautiful.

One of his hands moved to my waist where he squeezed, and he dipped his head so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. “We received a report that someone crawled into the back of a blonde woman’s red old-model four-door Honda Civic at a gas station. First two letters of the license plate are A2.”

“W-what?”

“I need to check your car. Fast. If it’s not you, another woman could get hurt.”

“Oh my god! I did get gas.” I held onto his biceps so hard I may have left nail imprints.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he murmured, and I closed my eyes, taking in his woodsy and fresh linens scent. It helped calm me instantly.

Until we both heard the familiar metal creaking sound against the quiet of the cool night.

I whirled around and saw a thin, tall man standing next to my car, a full ski mask covering most of his face aside from cutouts around the eyes and mouth.

Before I could do or say anything, I was grabbed around the waist and spun behind the cop as the guy in a mask lifted his arm, pointed a gun, and fired off two shots.

 

Tracey’s Review

I’m not typically a cover person in that I hardly ever choose my reads based on what’s on the front of a book. Something, though, about the cover for WILD CHILD by Audrey Carlan just called to me, and I found myself signing up to read a book that I thought might not actually resonate with me. I’m happy to say that this is not the case.

From the cover and the description of the book, I thought that Simone might be too young, too flighty, too, well, too flaky, frankly, to keep my interest. As a woman of a certain age, the New Adult sub-genre doesn’t always work for me. But what I found was a smart, quirky, wide open young woman, one that is pretty near impossible to dislike. What you see is what you get with Simone, which is true of the whole gaggle of sisters that Mama Kerri raised. She speaks her mind, she goes after what she wants, she just generally embraces life, with all of its ups and downs, with arms wide open. I am convinced that FBI Agent Jonah Fontaine had absolutely no clue what he was in for when he and Simone met. And, try as he might, there’s just no resisting her, because the chemistry here is blazing.

Laughter, heartbreak, suspense, passion, and an abundance of love make up the landscape of WILD CHILD. These characters have by no means had an easy time of things, and there is plenty of action keeping things bumping right along, and all of this together make this one book that I’m really glad that I took a chance on. Audrey Carlan has done such a great job with this book that I can’t wait for the rest of the sisters (did I mention that there are lots of them?) to get their stories, too. Grab this one and enjoy. ❤️

 

Meet Audrey Carlan
Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times and International bestselling author. Her titles have appeared on USA Today and the Wall Street Journal. Audrey writes wicked hot love stories that have been translated in over thirty different languages across the globe. She is best known for the world-wide bestselling series Calendar Girl and Trinity.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters,” or with her nose stuck in a steamy romance novel.

 

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New Release + Blog Tour + Excerpt + 4 Star Review: Love Song by Kylie Scott

“Nobody writes inked-up, sexy-as-sin rockers like Kylie Scott!!”
–Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author

Love Song, an all-new 1001 Dark Nights novella from the sexy as sin Stage Dive series by New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott is available now!

 

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…

There’s always the one that got away. Or kicked you out…

The new darling of rock n’ roll, Adam Dillon, is ready to show his ex-girlfriend, Jill Schwartz, what a mistake she made kicking him to the curb. So maybe he wasn’t the best of boyfriends. Writing great songs and climbing to the top of the charts isn’t easy. Only problem is, he’s fast finding out that success isn’t everything.

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“No,” said the bodyguard.
“But—”
“Miss, do you have any idea how many people try to get backstage by claiming they have some sort of relationship with Mr. Dillon?” Face a careful blank, the man in the slick black suit stared down at me. He had a point. I’d pushed through a crush of fans, getting my toes stomped on several times, along with taking an elbow to the kidney, just to talk to this guy. God only knew what it took to get near the star of the show.
“I’d imagine a lot,” I yelled back at him. Necessary given the volume of the music filling the space. “The difference here is I’m not lying.”
“But since everyone says that, you can see from my perspective how that’s not actually a point of difference.”
Adam Dillon, rock star extraordinaire, gyrated his slim denim-clad hips like an Alt-Rock Elvis on the nearby stage. He pouted and crooned about the woman who’d done him wrong. Me. That’s right, I was the big bad ex who’d broken him and woke him to the dangers of love. Or so the song said.
The song lied and then some.
According to the lyrics he was currently wailing, I’d ground his heart beneath my five-inch heels before blowing him a kiss goodbye. From memory, there’d been a lot of shouting, but no blowing of kisses. And having just kicked off the flats I wore for work, I’d been barefoot, my legs and back aching. No way had I been strutting around in stilettos. Home from a hard day at the hair salon, I’d returned to find Adam on the couch. The same place he’d been when I’d left for work approximately eleven hours earlier. The same place he’d been for what felt like months as I worked my ass off to pay the rent. That’s when all hell broke loose. However, it wasn’t the only issue that had caused our relationship to bomb. Nothing’s ever simple.
But back to the here and now. I grabbed the slip of paper out of my front pocket, holding it up for his perusal. “My name is Jill Schwartz. How many of those people claiming to know him have one of these?”
His eyes widened as he scanned the name on the check, before widening again at the amount. And fair enough too. I’d had a mild panic attack myself when it had first arrived. When Adam decided to make a statement, he didn’t bother with subtle. If only I could figure out what it all meant. If it meant anything at all, of course. And that question was what had brought me here tonight.

 

 

Tracey’s Review

Nothing says ‘I love you’ like writing an entire album dedicated to what a heartbreaker your ex is, and romance is most definitely not on Jill Schwartz’s mind once she decides to confront her former boyfriend and current superstar, Adam Dillon. Jill has plenty to say to Adam, and it’s not a rave review of the music that has made him famous while painting a less than stellar picture of her and their relationship. But when Jill finally gets face time with Adam, he’s not the same guy that she so famously kicked out her life.

There’s something to be said for the whole ‘he said, she said,’ Mars/Venus thing, at least to Adam’s way of thinking. The life that he’s living is drastically different than the one he shared with Jill, and so is he. How does he show her that he’s a different guy now, and that the miscommunication and immaturity are a thing of the past? Some super-steamy sexy time and one love song later, and Jill can finally see Adam in a new light, which is just what the Love Doctor ordered.

Believe it or not, although I’ve long heard about the awesome books in the Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott, I am a newbie to the guys and the women who love them. Why would I pick up LOVE SONG, with that being the case? First, it’s from 1001 Dark Nights, and, two, it just sounded like something that was right up my alley. I’m happy to say that it does not disappoint, and now that I’ve entered the world of Stage Dive, I have a lot of catching up to do. LOVE SONG itself is humorous, sweet, sexy, and the perfect tidbit for fans of this series, I would expect. Dive in and enjoy. ❤️

 

 

About Kylie Scott


Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013, 2014 & 2018, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

 

 

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New Release + Blog Tour: Runaway Fate by Elizabeth Hunter

Runaway Fate, the all first in the new highly entertaining and not-to-be-missed women’s fiction paranormal series, Moonstone Cove from USA Today bestselling author Elizabeth Hunter is available now!

Katherine wasn’t looking for anything extraordinary in her life. She had a job she loved, a husband she adored, and a home in the beautiful seaside town of Moonstone Cove.

Okay yes, she worked too much and had fallen out of touch with all her friends, but that happened to everyone, right? And sure, she was feeling a little creaky in the mornings and couldn’t drink coffee after noon, but that was just life in middle age.

Four minutes was all it took for fate to run away with anything that resembled normal.

Now Katherine is trying to place mysterious psychic visions into her previously ordered life. She’s playing referee between a displaced Southern mama and a sarcastic mechanic with a chip on her shoulder. And her quiet life has been upended by a mysterious rash of violent acts by students at her school.

Thankfully, her new friends have powers of their own, and together they just might discover who or what has it in for the quiet citizens of Moonstone Cove.

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“You’re smarter than about ninety-nine percent of the population, aren’t you?” 

Katherine nodded. “That would be fairly accurate. I also went to college early, so normal socialization was stunted. Most of the girls in my college classes didn’t want to spend time with a fifteen-year-old, and I can’t really blame them.” 

“Fifteen? That’s brutal.” 

Katherine shrugged. “I didn’t get along with anyone in my high school either. At least they mostly left me alone in college.” High school? Not as much. 

“I guess,” Toni said. “Megan has you figured out. She doesn’t think you’re patronizing.” 

Katherine felt an immediate warmth. “I don’t know why the two of you didn’t get along, but she’s very nice. She’s an honest person. I appreciate that.” 

“She has like, zero filter.” 

“Yes. I find it to be a huge relief.” 

“You can’t just say everything that comes to your mind.” 

Katherine frowned and examined Toni’s assertion more closely. “But you can. You might offend people, but you can actually say everything that comes to mind.” 

Toni shook her head. “Not if you want to remain living in my family.” 

“Good to know.” Katherine made a mental note to avoid Toni’s family. “Megan has an excellent mind and she sees things in interesting ways. I like her perspective, and she’s decided that she and I are going to be friends. We’re having wine on Wednesday.” 

“Wine Wednesday? Is this like Taco Tuesday?” 

“Maybe? It happens on my deck and we just started so I don’t really know all the rules. Just that there’s wine on Wednesday and we’re having it at my house because I have a great deck and an ocean view.” 

Toni made a face. “Careful, you have her over for too much Wednesday wine, you might not be able to get rid of her.” 

It bothered Katherine that Toni had such a negative reaction to Megan. She didn’t understand the root of it, but she would find out. 

“You probably have lots of friends,” Katherine said. “You grew up here. You have a big family. Megan and I don’t.” 

“Her? She’s like Malibu Barbie with a Southern accent. The chicks who drive their Mercedes SUVs into my garage probably fell all over her when she moved here.” 

Katherine enjoyed the way that Toni painted mental pictures. It made understanding her intentions much easier. “You might think that, but I don’t think it’s true. She said she finds people here very cold. I think she’s had a hard time making friends.” 

“Huh.” Toni’s eyebrows rose. “Well, maybe I’ll join you for Wine Wednesday then.” 

“So you’re admitting that the three of us are all exhibiting para-psychological phenomena and we have something in common?” 

“Para-psychological—?” 

“Psychic stuff.” Better to stick with layman’s terms. “We’re all doing psychic stuff now.” 

“Yes. Fine.” She rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. We’re doing psychic stuff and I don’t understand it, but I’d like to figure out what to do with it. Can I come on Wednesday or what?” 

Katherine smiled. “Of course.”  

* * * 

Katherine didn’t warn Megan that Toni was coming, so two days later when the silver-grey vintage Mustang convertible parked in front of Katherine’s house on North Beach Drive, Megan’s eyes went wide. 

Toni stepped out of the car holding a bottle of wine and wearing a grim expression, dark blue jeans, and a mustard yellow t-shirt with “Shift Happens” written on the front. 

Megan stood and pointed at her. “I knew it!” She set down her wine glass. “I knew you knew it wasn’t just in our heads!” 

Toni looked around and waved her hand in a ‘sit down’ motion. “Just chill, okay? I went in to see the professor—see Katherine—yesterday.” She glared at Katherine. “I thought she was going to tell you.” 

Katherine sipped her wine. “Oh no, I was far too interested in observing this interaction.” 

Megan was all smiles, her previous irritation with Toni seeming to melt away at the woman’s willing appearance on Katherine’s deck. “See? Three of us now. There’s something special about three.” 

“Don’t get excited, Atlanta.” Toni set down the bottle of red. “This is from my cousin’s winery, but I didn’t just bring it because I got it for free. It’s actually good.” 

“Your cousin has a winery?” Megan’s eyes lit up. “That’s so cool.” 

“If you can think of a job on the Central Coast, from wine maker to electrician to marine biologist, I can almost promise I have a cousin doing it.” 

“Big family?” 

“I have forty-two first cousins,” Toni said. “And almost all of them have reproduced, so you can imagine.” 

“So now that we’re all speaking to each other,” Katherine said, “what do you think happened two weeks ago? And what do you think we should do about all this… psychic stuff?” 

“I don’t have an answers for the first question,” Megan said. “But check this out.” She reached out her hand and her wine glass scooted an inch to the left. “It’s getting stronger.” 

“Oh yeah.” Toni reached into her pocket and brought out a corkscrew. “I’m definitely going to need alcohol for this conversation.” 

About Elizabeth


ELIZABETH HUNTER is a USA Today and international best-selling author of romance, contemporary fantasy, and paranormal mystery. Based in Central California, she travels extensively to write fantasy fiction exploring world mythologies, history, and the universal bonds of love, friendship, and family. She has published over thirty works of fiction and sold over a million books worldwide. She is the author of Love Stories on 7th and Main, the Elemental Legacy series, the Irin Chronicles, the Cambio Springs Mysteries, and other works of fiction.

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