Tuesday, April 30, 2019
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Getting dumped sucks. Getting dumped by your boyfriend days before your best friend’s wedding? It doesn’t get much worse.
Did I mention that the guy who cut me loose was country music’s number one rising star?
And my client.
I thought I was walking into a proposal. Instead, I crashed right into humiliation—dumped and fired.
The silver lining? In a restaurant, there’s plenty of wine to drown my feelings.
In strolls Tyler Nichols, the restaurant owner. He’s charming, handsome and does a good job of trying to make me feel better.
A really good job. Sharing my heartbreak with a beautiful stranger is the last thing that I expected.
Turns out, Tyler Nichols is my ex’s best friend. And according to the local gossips—mainly my cousin—he’s got a mysterious past.
No worries, I’m the gal with everything going for her—great job, fabulous apartment and a glamorous life half way across the country in sunny Los Angeles—far away from my hometown and my family’s bourbon empire. I’ll be leaving after the weekend wedding festivities.
That is until my best friend, Sage, finds herself in a jam and needs my help before jetting off on her honeymoon.
So, I’m staying in Mayfield a little longer than anticipated. In just a few short weeks, I’ll march my happy ass back to the West Coast, far away from Tyler’s smoldering gaze and his panty-melting smile. And the chemistry between us that burns hotter than a hickory stump.
But the longer I’m in town, the harder it is to stay away from him. And maybe I don’t want to.
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The next thrilling installment in Megan Frampton’s scintillating A Duke’s Daughters series.
She’s a deliciously scandalous woman who is no man’s bride…
He’s a black sheep, forced to return home.
Together, they enter a make-believe betrothal that shocks London society…
After twelve years in Her Majesty’s Navy, Griffith Davies must leave his sea-going life of outrageous freedom behind, forced to rejoin London society as the heir to the Duke of Northam. But though he is now shackled to the land, he has no desire to wed some innocently dull young thing. Who best to shield him from the matchmakers than a woman as notorious as he?
Lady Della Howlett’s reputation was tattered years ago, so entering into a false engagement with Griffith is hardly going to make matters worse. What’s one more shock to the ton to set their tongues wagging? And this pact certainly has its pleasures; the passion Griffith commands in her goes well beyond their agreement. Could her feelings might be more honorable than she’d first imagined?
Soon, Griffith and Della are arousing more than scandal, they’re courting heartbreak. And more than their reputations could still be at risk.
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Irresistible desire and thrilling suspense combine in this electrifying new Argeneau novel from New York Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands.
For close to three thousand years the imposing, impossibly handsome Santo Notte has fought in armies across the world and battled his own, more personal enemies. Of all the places he might expect to encounter his life mate, a quiet corner of upstate New York doesn’t seem likely. But as soon as he makes contact with history professor Petronella Stone while hunting down a suspected rogue immortal, he knows that she will be the greatest adventure of his eternal life.
He expects her to be surprised, confused, even overwhelmed. What he doesn’t expect is that Pet has a secret history of her own. There’s no mistaking the mind-blowing, mutual pleasure they share. But as Pet struggles to protect her nephew from a danger lurking too close to home, Santo realizes there’s another threat to her safety—him. And claiming their passionate future will be impossible until he leaves his past behind, forever…
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Monday, April 29, 2019
Title: Letting Love Change Me
Series: Damaged Heart Series: Book Four
Author: Katharina LeBoeuf
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2019 Cover Model: Andrew Leighty Cover Photographer: Furious Fotog Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling Interior Design/Formatting: Champagne Book Design
More than half of Brody’s life has been filled with abuse and torment. He ran away from home at a young age, deciding that life on the streets would be safer. With no one to hold him back, he spent the summers in California and winters in Colorado, seeking the adrenaline rush he got from shredding waves and fresh powder.
He never expected to fall for a woman who had everything he didn’t know he needed or wanted.
Paige had everything she ever wanted. With the perfect family and a loving boyfriend, life couldn’t be better. When her life is unexpectedly turned upside down, she suddenly finds herself immersed in death and deceit.
In an attempt to make some sense of her now disheveled life, Paige escapes to Aspen where she reconnects with Brody, the surfer with a bad boy persona that she’s been secretly attracted to for years.
When tragedy strikes, Brody’s past collides with his present, ultimately threatening the plans he has for his future. Turning his frustrations on Paige, he allows his self-deprecating past to consume him, and he pushes her away.
Can Paige break through Brody’s walls and convince him that the love they have is enough to conquer the past? Or will the diversity of their lives prove to be too much for even love to break through?
Katharina LeBoeuf grew up in New Orleans water skiing on the bayous and getting her fill of Cajun food. She graduated from LSU School of Nursing and currently works as a Registered Nurse.She loves sitting in her hammock and reading a good book. On the rare occasion there’s not a book in her hand, she’s watching her favorite shows like Friends, Seinfeld, The Walking Dead, and Criminal Minds on Netflix. She loves cheering on her boys during their baseball games and attending plays her daughter performs in. Oh yeah, and she loves writing! Katharina lives in Orlando with her high school sweetheart, three children, a smelly cat named Chester (it’s not his fault) and a dog named Rhett.
Author: J.S. Scott
Release Date: April 30, 2019
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Aiden Sinclair was a commercial fisherman before he suddenly came into his billionaire inheritance—not that he’s complaining. Being a Sinclair does have its perks. But things were simpler before the money. He may have been dirt poor, but he loved his job and fully intended to always come back from the sea to his girlfriend, Skye Weston, so they could move toward something more permanent. Or at least that had been the plan . . . until he returned from a two-month fishing trip to discover she had moved away and was marrying somebody else. It tore his world apart.
Now Skye’s back in town after nearly a decade. She’s a single mother and just as beautiful as ever. However, for some odd reason, she appears to hate him, when it should be Aiden who wants nothing to do with the woman who dumped him. Unfortunately, more than nine years of separation have done nothing to put a damper on their white-hot chemistry. But even if those feelings are real, Skye has been keeping secrets. The truth of the past is about to come to light, and there is so much more at stake than just Aiden’s heart.
Excerpt: Entangled by J.S. Scott
My heart sank as I realized there was only one seat available at the dinner table.
That’s what I get for running late.
Every chair was taken except the one next to him.
The man I’d been trying to avoid ever since I’d come back to Citrus Beach, California, permanently with my daughter, Maya.
He was the thorn in my side.
He was the only part of moving home after almost a decade away that I hated.
He was dangerous.
And I never let myself forget that for even a moment.
I sighed in resignation as I looked around the enormous table—like I was suddenly going to see another vacant place.
Not going to happen. My timing and my luck had never been all that good, so why should that change now?
“Come sit next to Aiden, Skye,” my best friend, Jade Sinclair, requested from her spot next to her billionaire fiancé, Eli Stone.
Jade and Eli were the reason I was here. The only reason. We were two weeks away from their wedding ceremony, and this was an impromptu get-together for everyone involved in planning the festivities or included in the wedding party. Eli’s home in Citrus Beach had been the logical place to meet up since his house was bigger than Jade’s.
Honestly, almost everyone here had the last name of Sinclair except for Jade’s fiancé, Eli’s mother, and Jade’s twin sister, Brooke, since she was wedded to Liam Sullivan now, and … me.
I was still Skye Weston, even though I’d been married and divorced. I’d changed my name back to my maiden name soon after my ex-husband had been put in prison for life.
I looked around the table again, amazed that one family could take up so much space. I was the only child of a mother who had been a single parent, so the Sinclair family was so different from my own.
I’d been an only child, a lonely kid.
Even now, my daughter was really all I had.
How could a family this size not take up a lot of room? Jade had four brothers, and a twin sister. Her half-siblings, cousins, and a bunch of other family hadn’t even shown up yet from the East Coast, and the large dining room was full.
I started making my way slowly down the table reluctantly after I shot a fake smile at Jade. I didn’t want her to know that sitting next to Aiden would be torture for me.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said in a voice loud enough to carry to my best friend. “I got hung up at the restaurant.”
When wasn’t I delayed by work at the Weston Café? I’d put every available moment and penny I had into getting the little diner I’d inherited from my deceased mother to turn a profit.
The only thing more important than work was my daughter, Maya.
I finally sat my ass down, and smiled at Seth, another one of Jade’s older brothers, who was sitting on my left.
I completely avoided looking to my right since I was determined to ignore Aiden.
“How are you doing, Skye?” Seth queried politely.
“I’m good,” I lied.
I’d be doing a lot better if I wasn’t forced into sitting next to Aiden.
J.S. “Jan” Scott is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of numerous contemporary and paranormal romances, including the Sinclairs and the Accidental Billionaires series. She’s an avid reader of all types of books and literature, but romance has always been her genre of choice—so she writes what she loves to read: stories that are almost always steamy, generally feature an alpha male, and have a happily ever after, because she just can’t seem to write them any other way! Jan loves to connect with readers. Visit her website at www.authorjsscott.com.
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Saturday, April 27, 2019
I have four books in Donna Grant's Dark Kings series to give away.
HEAT book #12
TORCHED book #13
DRAGONFIRE book #14
IGNITE book #15 (just released)
The whole series can be found at (link) Amazon
Blurb for IGNITE:
Every inch of him was molded as if from granite…and her blood ran like fire...
For centuries, V has waited to awaken from his doomed sleep and reclaim his destiny. But this Dragon King―one among a legion of legendary warriors sworn to protect the human race from darkness―must first find a way to win back his sword. Wield its power. And try not to fall prey to his own illicit desires.
Claire may possess the beauty and soul of a goddess but V knows better than to mess with a mere mortal. Still, he instinctively knows that Claire is The One who can help him regain the use of his sword and restore his place at Dreagan. But if she learns the truth about who―and what―he really is, her memories of him would be erased forever. How can V love Claire truly, madly, deeply…and protect her from the forces of fire and darkness that could destroy them both?
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The Dragon Kings’ story, threading through and uniting all the volumes, builds the tension within this novel as war looms. It involves the Light Fae Rhi, the Dragon King she still loves, and the approaching battle between the Light and Dark forces that continue to threaten the Dragon Kings.
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Friday, April 26, 2019
Meet the Author:
Winner of the National Readers' Choice Award and Holt Medallion for Best First Book and Best Historical, Lori Ann Bailey writes hunky highland heroes and strong-willed independent lasses finding their perfect matches in the Highlands of 17th century Scotland. Writing about the people and places playing in her head helps her live out her dreams and delve into her love of history and romance. When not writing, Lori enjoys time with her real-life hero and four kids or spending time walking or drinking wine with her friends.
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Finlay Cameron, the bastard son of an English earl and a Scottish mother, weds stunning, outgoing Blair Macnab to ensure her clan’s loyalty to King Charles. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a wife, but he suspects she may be plotting his murder.
Always considered to be nothing more than a pretty face, Blair Macnab yearns to prove her worth. She refuses to be used as a pawn for political gain, but when confronted by a blackmailer, her only option is to marry the brawny Finlay Cameron.
In Finlay’s arms, she feels safe for the first time ever. Until she learns that her blackmailer is hot on her trail and her secrets could soon be exposed…
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After the door clicked into place, Finlay bolted it then pivoted to see his wife contemplating the bath. Blair’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink to rival the prettiest roses in England.
“I hoped ye would enjoy it after our journey.”
“It looks lovely.”
“We will arrive at my estate tomorrow, and I thought it might make ye more comfortable to bathe before we arrive.”
“Aye.” She blushed.
“Dinnae be ashamed.” Approaching her, his hand fell onto her small waist. Circling behind her, he felt her shiver beneath his palm, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into his touch.
He pulled the strap binding the tip of her locks free. “I ken why ye’ve been pleating yer hair for the journey, but I prefer it down.”
“I can do that,” she said, but she made no move to pull away as he deftly unbraided the plaits.
“Nae. I’ve wanted to feel these silky strands run through my fingers.” Once the waves fell free to her waist, his fingertips roamed upward as the smooth tresses slid through his hands. He massaged the tender flesh of her scalp. Her head tilted into the movements.
He drew her hair to the side and let his hands trail down her back, savoring the feel of her fevered skin beneath her shift. The material was already loose. He reached up, pulling the gown from her shoulders and placing gentle kisses on the newly exposed skin up the curvature, along her neck.
She leaned into him for support. He continued to caress her skin, and she moaned.
“If I dinnae stop, ye will not make it into that water while ’tis still warm.” He nibbled at her ear, and she arched into him.
Tonight, he would do more than just sleep with Blair, but he was determined to do this right after the mishandled opportunities and resentments.
“Hmmm,” was her only response, as if he’d set her at ease and she was looking forward to him ravishing her. It didn’t help his self-control.
Pulling away, he instructed, “Bathe. We will have all night for me to teach ye how a woman should be cherished.”
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By: Linda Broday
Publication Date: 4/30/2019
"Beautifully written, enduring stories of love."—JODI THOMAS, New York Times bestselling author
When the West was wild
And man's law favored the few
These extraordinary women could be found...
...in the heart of an outlaw.
He may be a wanted man, but all outlaw Jack Bowdre ever desired was a second chance. Now he's on his way to jail, completely unaware that his unexpected—and unexpectedly beautiful—traveling companion is none other than Nora Kane...his mail order bride.
It's too bad Nora doesn't know Jack is her groom-to-be. All she sees is a scoundrel. But when their stagecoach crashes and the truth comes spilling out, they're suddenly left to fend for themselves—and each other. The longer they're together, the stronger their feelings grow. Hounded by desperate men bent on doing them harm, Nora and Jack will do whatever it takes to find their happily ever after...but first, they'll have to shake the devil from their trail.
Outlaw Mail Order Brides series:
The Outlaw's Mail Order Bride (Book 1)
Saving the Mail Order Bride (Book 2)
What People Are Saying About Linda Broday:
"Fans of classic Western tales will delight in the rough-and-tumble world Broday creates..." —RT Book Reviews for To Love a Texas Ranger
"A shining example of the talent of one of the best historical western authors."—Fresh Fiction for Forever His Texas Bride
"Broday's Westerns always captivate with realistic settings, rugged cowboys and feisty heroines."—RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars for Forever His Texas Bride
Author Website: https://www.lindabroday.com/
EXCERPT #1 – SAVING THE MAIL ORDER BRIDE by Linda Broday
“When will we reach Saint’s Roost?” Refinement echoed in his fellow passenger’s voice.
Definitely not Jack Bowdre’s type. He preferred women a little rough around the edges. To him the fun was smoothing those over a little. Not too much though so they wouldn’t get the notion they were better than him.
With his free hand, Marshal Dollard reached for his watch that hung on a gold chain and flipped it open. “Another hour or so, ma’am. Frankly, I can’t wait to get this stinkin’ outlaw behind bars. Every marshal, sheriff, and bounty hunter in the state has been hunting him for years. Last count he’s killed over fifteen men. He’s one dangerous hombre.”
Jack rolled his eyes and bit back a curse. It depended on who you asked. The men he’d killed would agree most heartily that he was dangerous, but he never shot without a reason and once he pulled his gun, he meant to send them to hell. He’d never been sorry, except for once. His breath grew ragged with the recollection. He pushed the pain aside and inhaled.
The lady didn’t appear one bit afraid—not in her manner and not in that firm voice.
The coach jolted and shifted, jarring Jack more. The driver shouldn’t be going at such an unsafe speed. Stagecoaches were notoriously top heavy. But that was beyond Jack’s control. In fact, quite a lot was at the moment.
A sigh of regret escaped. Tomorrow would be his wedding day. His mail order bride would arrive in Hope’s Crossing about sundown today and he wouldn’t be there to greet her. Unless he got to the Colt, he’d be sitting in cell, sleeping on a thin mattress stretched on a cement slab.
The pretty lady fiddled with her light blond hair which was near perfect. The curve of her jaw and elegant neck drew him. Very kissable. His lazy gaze slid over her body—what little he could see that is. What he saw definitely intrigued him. He nudged his knee ever so slightly until it touched hers. The light connection sent unexpected pleasure coursing through him.
Anger flashed from her eyes and she shifted in the seat, breaking the contact.
In an effort to stifle the boredom and to ruffle the lady’s cool gaze, Jack caught her looking again and winked.
She gasped and if her stare was a sharp knife, it would’ve impaled him.
The stagecoach careened around a corner. Then slid sideways. Jack waited for the slide to stop only it kept going, throwing him against the marshal. He grabbed for something to hold to, which ended up being the lady. She screamed. In the bedlam outside, the team of horses screeched in terror and the driver yelled curses, trying to right the stage. The wooden coach cracked and groaned as it fell, tumbling, cartwheeling down an embankment. The sides caved in, the whole wall breaking apart.
All Jack could do was hold on and pray to reach the bottom in one piece. Pain pierced his leg that still carried a posse’s bullet from a few years back. He let out a yell. His head cracked against something solid and, for a minute, stars twinkled in his vision.
When what was left of the coach finally settled, he slowly moved his legs then arms but the lady passenger lay on one side of him and he was trapped on the other by the marshal’s thick body, half on and half off the seat. Jack yanked on the manacles which didn’t give. Pain shot up his arm.
Dollard’s sightless eyes were open and his mouth hung slack. A piece of wood protruding from his chest said there was no need trying to save him.
Jack lowered the man’s eyelids with his free hand and turned his attention to the woman’s low moans. “You all right, ma’am?”
“What happened?” She pulled to a sitting position, holding her forehead from which blood trickled. Her hat that tied under her chin with a pretty green ribbon sat askew, the bird’s nest hanging over one eye. She shoved it back.
“An accident. We rolled down an embankment would be my guess. The marshal’s dead.” He tugged at Dollard’s large girth again but couldn’t free himself. The six-inch chain was twisted around the man’s arm and pinned beneath his body. “I need your help. Do you think you can?”
“Can what?” She appeared dazed. Maybe she also struck her head.
“Get the key to these manacles from the marshal’s vest so I can free myself.” When she didn’t budge, he tried again. “Please get the key from his vest pocket. I’d do it but my arm’s trapped.”
Finally, she appeared to slowly comprehend the situation and crawled to the marshal. Though she seemed calmer than most women, her hand trembled as she searched. The first pocket had nothing. She tried the other side and pulled out a small brass key.
“Good. Now give it to me.” He would be loose in a moment. By the time help arrived, which shouldn’t be long since this was a well-traveled road, he’d be gone.
But she shook her head. “No, I’ll unlock it. I can do that much.” She stuck the key into the lock of the marshal’s hand cuff and it swung open.
“Good. Now hand me the key.”
She stared at him a second through wide eyes. In a swift move, she yanked the chain free and, before he could utter a word, snapped the other end on her own wrist.
Hell and be damned! “What are you doing?” He tried to grab the key from her.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you get away. I’m safer with you than those rattlesnakes the marshal mentioned.” Then she did the unthinkable. She drew back her arm and pitched the key out the smashed side before he could blink.a Rafflecopter giveaway ;
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Meet the Author:
I grew up in Scotland, but after I met my Dutch husband in America we decided to move to New Zealand and that's where we've settled. We bought a patch of land that we've filled with other people's unwanted animals - we didn't advertise for them, they found us! So far we have three miniature horses (we took in two and were surprised 11 months later when a third appeared - yep, we know nothing about horses!), three anti-social alpacas, a grumpy cow, one pet sheep who wants to live in the house, a crazy goat who keeps eating my manuscripts and an escape artist chicken who breaks into our house through the cat flap. And that's just the pets who live outside the house - don't even get me started on the demented, farting dog who keeps burying my shoes! On top of this I have two small girls, one DIY obsessed husband (I said "obsessed" not "skilled") and a 92 year old neighbor who thinks she lives with us. In between cuddling animals and herding kids, I write books. If you'd like to sign up for my newsletter, which happens sporadically - usually when books are being released - then you'll find a form on my website. In the meantime, happy reading!
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Now she has all kinds of undesirables after her—some to straight up kill her and others who want to steal what’s locked in her head. So, she’ll need the help of a ruthless mercenary, Striker, if she has any chance at survival. That he’s a jerk, who she wants to punch in the face, well…a dying woman sometimes has to make tough choices.
Striker’s special abilities have kept him in the shadows for a reason. He has no interest in getting mixed up with the smart-mouthed, hard-headed women no matter how his body reacts. But then he discovers what’s in her head and all bets are off.
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He raced down the stairs, dragging her after him. “Yep.”
“The walls, they were camouflage—holo-shields. Was the roof real or another holo-shield?”
“It was real.”
They reached the bottom of the stairs, where he opened a reinforced door—twenty inches of steel. A tunnel lay behind it. It was narrow, barely wide enough to fit Striker’s shoulders, and the ceiling skimmed his head. She silently said a prayer of gratitude that she wasn’t claustrophobic.
Her mind distracted her from the small space by working on other problems. “They’ll detect the energy signature from the holo-shields. They’ll know where to look.”
“Not until they’ve chased the bike for a while.” He still held her hand tight in his. For some strange reason, Friday didn’t want him to let go. “And if they do find the shields, as soon as they open the door in the alley, the staircase will blow. They won’t find the tunnel.”
“You sound awfully confident.” And she wasn’t sure it was merited.
“We set up this escape route when we started using Glen’s dive bar as a meeting point a couple of years ago.” He glanced at her, clearly amused. “This isn’t the first time we’ve had to use it. And, if the assholes don’t blow it up, it won’t be the last. This isn’t my first rodeo, chère.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
He just laughed, which was seriously irritating.
Her life was on the line and the guy was amused.
“You know that’s rude, right? Every time I say something, you laugh.”
“Really? You’re taking issue with my manners? We’re about a hundred feet below ground, running from men with guns, and you’re annoyed with my attitude. Is it any wonder I laugh?”
She scowled at his back but vowed to keep her mouth shut. “Does this tunnel run under the border?” Drat, that vow didn’t last long.
“They monitor the earth under the wall. You can’t tunnel there.”
So where did the tunnel go? Why were they using it? How were they going to get past the wall?
There was more chuckling. “I can hear you thinking. That brain of yours never stops, does it?”
Now he was just trying to irritate her. “Do intelligent women threaten you, Striker?”
The sultry look he cast her way made her stumble. “All the damn time, bébé, but my luck’s held out, and so far, they’ve never carried through with it.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.
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