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The Stubborn Billionaire by Lexxie Couper…Blog Tour with Excerpt and Review

The Stubborn Billionaire

by Lexxie Couper
The Muse, #1
Publication Date: January 23, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: He had a plan for her. Her getting under his skin wasn’t it.I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want. It’s the Dyson way.
Ruthless? Maybe. But it’s what’s put me on top. And it’s what’s going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my family through hell.I’m going to ruin Sienna Roberts.My plan has been in play for months. She has no idea I’m the mysterious benefactor commissioning her artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career.But there’s something I didn’t plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I blame her for…

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Excerpt

Someone knocked on her studio door. She shot a quick glance at her watch.

Since when had Carrie ever been early? Especially for an afternoon of chocolate-biscuits therapy? She wasn’t due for another half an hour.

Another more-insistent knock came. “Okay, okay.” She glared at the empty canvas one more time before crossing the room, grabbing the doorknob, and pulling the door open. “Keep your pants…”

Icy shock froze Sienna. Her words died in her throat. Her mouth turned to dust.

Oh God.

The tall man with impossibly broad shoulders and thick black hair on her doorstep smiled, eyes sharp. “On?”

“What are you doing here?”

James Dyson, ruthless billionaire, media mogul, Time Australia’s Businessman of the Year, and the last man Sienna ever wanted to see again, slid his hands into his hip pockets. The firm muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed under his tailored designer suit, and Sienna’s pulse leaped away on a little excited masochistic trip at the sight. Stupid pulse. “I’m here to see you, Ms. Roberts.”

She raised her eyebrows, ignoring her gallivanting pulse. Getting excited over James Dyson was foolish. Getting excited over him again was just plain idiocy. “Is that right?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, staring him down. “If I remember correctly, only six months ago you told me never to come near or speak to a member of the Dyson family again. You seem to be breaking your own commandment.”

Dark, dark brown eyes studied her, and then James shrugged. “A man can change his mind.”

“The Dyson men don’t change their minds.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re famous for it.”

An evil dimple appeared in his left cheek. “There are other…things…we’re famous for, Sienna. Don’t you want to find out what they are?”

His voice played with her senses, smooth and tantalizing like whiskey and honey. Swallowing a sudden flush of hot excitement, she met his dark stare.

The first time they’d been this close, he’d offered to buy her a drink. They’d flirted—her with an unschooled hesitancy, him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Only when he’d found out who she was—twenty minutes into their playful and very mutual romantic advances—did their flirtation end.

The last time they’d been this close, he’d refused her entry to his brother’s funeral, his eyes unreadable, his jaw clenched, his words cutting and cruel.

He was the embodiment of everything she despised—money, power, greed. Getting excited in his presence was not only insane, it was admitting to the Devil her soul was up for grabs. “What I want, Mr. Dyson, is for you to leave. I’m expecting someone.”

A thick black eyebrow cocked. “Is he running late?”

“No. She isn’t.”

He ran his gaze over her body from head to toe in a languid inspection, taking in her old cropped tank top, paint-splattered boy-leg panties, and bare feet. Heat flushed through her cheeks at the realization she’d answered the door in her underwear, thinking the person on the other side was Carrie. It didn’t help that she remembered without any problem the compliment he’d paid her about her free-spirited nature to clothing during that first meeting. “I see,” he said. “Kinky.”

Oh I do like a revenge story! Mr. James Dyson is doing just that to Sienna Roberts. Lexxie Couper really captivated my attention in the beginning of the book. I just wanted to know why James wanted such revenge on Sienna so I kept reading and reading! My heart just went out to Sienna because she is working so hard to stay a float. Recently having to raise her fifteen old brother and pay for more bills for her imprisoned father, Sienna is taking on a huge art project that James is part of. This forces the two to become closer and soon James finds himself falling for Sienna. Now this is where is it gets good because he has revenge plans that are scheduled to be played out. Lexxie Couper certainly knows how to keep a reader invested in her book because I really wanted to see what happened.

One of my favorite story lines was Sienna and her brother Kyle. I found myself smiling at the banter between the two. James and Sienna are hot and passionate together which always makes a great read. I could really see them falling for each other.

I thought it got a bit rushed toward the end of the book with the story lines. However, some really enjoy reading books that have a fast ending. I would prefer if the stories where not so rushed to work themselves out. I did keep picking it up to see what would happen so it was overall a good read.

ABOUT LEXXIE COUPER

Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.

When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.

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For Finlay by J. Nathan…Blog Tour with Excerpt

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Title: For Finlay

Author: J. Nathan

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

 

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Finlay Thatcher is a lost soul, guilt-ridden after the death of her twin brother. When Alabama’s football coach gives her the opportunity to work for him, she knows it’s her chance to move on, even if it means living her brother’s dream.

 

Caden Brooks is Alabama’s star quarterback. He’s got it all. The attention of adoring fans. A girlfriend who’d do anything to hold on to him. And a future in the pros. He’s getting along just fine until Finlay steps into his life, despising him at first sight and pushing his buttons like no other.

 

Unfortunately for Finlay, and her attempt to keep Caden at arm’s length, there’s nothing Caden loves more than a challenge. The problem with this challenge is she comes with a secret that has the power to destroy everything.

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“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Brooks said, breaking the silence—and my counting streak.

I glanced over. “I didn’t think we were on any foot.”

He smiled, not easily put-off by my distaste for him. “I’m Caden.”

I tilted my head.

He smirked, well aware I knew who he was. “And you are?”

“Despite what most of your teammates think, I’m not Hey You, Sweetheart, or Water Girl. I’m Finlay.”

He pursed his lips as if considering if my name fit. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Finlay.” He didn’t say my name with a southern drawl, the way the local boys said it. It rolled off his tongue smoother. The way a west coaster would say it. “Finlay what?”

My heart drummed faster, and it had nothing to do with the run. It had to do with him being the last person I’d open up to about who I was—who my brother was. “Grace.” My middle name shot out, technically making it a half-truth and not a total lie. I pressed the button on my machine to slow my pace, needing to cool down before stopping completely.

“I like you,” Caden said.

My eyes cut back to his.

“Without the chip on your shoulder.”

“I don’t have a chip,” I growled.

He leveled me with unconvinced eyes, my tone speaking for itself.

“Ever think you just bring out the worst in me?”

He smiled. “Nope. But so you know, we’re not all Grady. I, for one, am a pretty decent guy.”

“So, the rumors should be ignored?”

“At all costs.”

 

 

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The Do-Over by Julie Richman….Blog Tour & Review

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The Do-Over, an all-new emotional, second chance STANDALONE romance by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!

~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with. ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs… attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.

But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

Now, over a decade later, newly divorced, I’m the proverbial fish out of water. Dating has totally changed. Apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. Catfishing. Men my age want two things: twenty-five-year-olds—like my ex’s new child bride of a wife—or just a quick hook-up.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my

luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.

Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.

And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

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His hand slowly stroking up and down the outside of my thigh is what roused me from my dream state. It was so soft and tender that I was getting more and more turned on with every movement. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t until his lips started brushing my shoulder, that I was unable to stifle a moan, revealing that I was awake.

“Good morning,” his whisper was hoarse.

“Mmm, good morning.” I stretched my body against his and turned my head to see his face hovering over mine, before our lips met.

“Sleep good?”

“Surprisingly, I did. I was so exhausted. Sorry for passing out on you last night,” I apologized.

“I think we both passed out the moment our heads hit the pillows.” Wes’ hand had migrated from my thigh to my stomach, where he softly drew circles with his fingertips.

Rolling over to face him, I pushed my hair out of the way, silently praying my humidity enhanced curls didn’t make me look like a deranged housewife, scaring the erection right out of the man. Slinging a leg over his thigh, I instantly got my answer. The crazy morning coif was not a cock killer. Thank God!

“You’re a morning person, I see.” Hiding my smile was not a possibility.

“Yeah, I am,” Wes laughed, moving closer to me, his eyes filled with the unmistakable desire to become lovers, something I’d dreamed about on the deck of a windjammer long ago.

“You can wake me up like this anytime.” I needed to let him know it was okay. He’d said he’d take it as slow as I wanted it and what I wanted right now was a slow rhythm of him plowing into me. Hard.

“Are you hard to wake up?” He was pressed up against me.

“I think you’ll figure out the secrets to rousing me.”

“You’ve already figured out the secrets to arousing me.” His voice still had that sexy edge of morning roughness to it, making me want to skip all foreplay and have him inside me.

“I’ll bet you have a few more secrets I can discover,” I said against his lips, as I shifted the leg I had slung over him, pressing my heat and wetness against his already throbbing cock.

Wes groaned and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You know you’re going to make it impossible to make slow, sweet love to you.”

“Good, because I don’t want it slow and sweet.”

Wes flipped me onto my back, “I can easily accommodate your wishes. Are you on anything or do I need to…”

“We’re good,” I assured him.

“Yes, we are.” He kissed my neck, then swiftly pulled my tank top over my head tossing it to the floor. “We’re going to be really good together. Of that, I have no doubt.”

And I knew he was right. Being with this man had been so perfect from the night we met. We meshed with ease and the result was pure joy.

The warmth in his eyes and smile made my breath catch, and in that moment, I was flooded with overwhelming emotion at how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wanted him. It was more than lust, beyond the heat of the moment. Wes Bergman was the man I had always wanted, from the night we met. That was clear to me now.

“I vote we skip the foreplay.” I wriggled out of my underwear.

“You’re on.” His smile told me he was taking on the challenge.

“You’re in,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, surprised at the swiftness with which he filled my request.

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JULIE! JULIE! JULIE!  You never cease to amaze me with your stories!!!  The Do-Over is another one to add to your list of awesomeness!!  I couldn’t put this book down once I started.

I have loved Julie since I started her Moore series (love that we see thpseudonym character in this book!) and I have loved every single book since then.  And The Do-Over is just another book to add to that shelf.  Julie always write these relatable characters (30’s and 40’s age group) and they are just so realistic.  Add that to her amazing plot and BAM – FABULOUS READING TIME!!!

Wes and Tara have been “involved” in each others lives in one or another but never truly met.  Until the meet on a cruise, but it’s just bad timing for them.  They feel that instant connection but could not act on it.  They go about their lives and when they meet again, you sometimes just can’t ignore what fate is trying to slam into  you.

I love that this story spans over a good chunk of their lives before things are finally falling into place.  But it’s not an easy journey for them.  Julie does a great job of building the tension and passion.  Without their past, this book just wouldn’t be the same.  Wes and Tara had to build their trust, faith and hope in another over the passing years to get the courage to take this further when the opportunity arises.

I can’t say enough about this book. The characters will yank at your heart strings.  You will find yourself captivated by these characters, including the secondary characters; they all added to this story.  The whole story flows beautifully.

Julie is an amazing writer.  If you have never read anything by her, I urge you to read this book.  She will win you over.

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The Knight by Skye Warren…Review Tour

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“Positively sinful, and outrageously sexy! Emotions run high and readers will be left gasping.”
– New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones

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Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I
have left is the determination to get back what’s mine.
He thinks he’s beaten me. He thinks he’s won. What he doesn’t realize is that every pawn has
the chance to become a queen.
And the game has only just begun.
THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times bestselling author Skye
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“Still  giving orders, little virgin? Is that something you’re born with in the St. James family, or did they teach you that along with your ABCs?”
Rage tightens a knot in my stomach. “I’m not a virgin.” “No?” he asks, lifting a hand to my face.
I stand very still as he captures my chin between his thumb and forefinger, torn between wanting to wrench away and wanting him to kiss me. How can he make me feel alive when I’ve been sleepwalking for months, years? What sick twist of fate let the hands of this man bring me pleasure?
“You made sure of that.” I mean the words to come out cold, unhurt. Instead I sound breathless and somehow inviting. The white carpet may as well be streaked with red. We’re both back in his bedroom, both flushed and sated and ripped to shreds from what he’s just done.
He lifts my face, almost tender. “I put my cock into your warm little hole. Pushed right through that thin hymen to do it. It felt like fucking heaven to break you open.”
I’m a tuning fork in his hands, and the sound I make is pure arousal. “I despise you.”
“You were so wet,” he says, almost thoughtful. “But some of it was blood, wasn’t it?”
“I’m going to find a way to get my house back.”
He bends his head slightly, enough that our lips are an inch away, the words a tickle of breath against my lips. “I got off on the slide of your blood on my cock. I came that way, spilling salt into the fresh open wound.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to him, no line I wouldn’t cross in this moment. My anger takes an unholy shape, rearing back with all the fury and fear of a wild horse ready to trample his enemy. “And God help me, I’m going to ruin you. The way you did my father. I’m going to break you.”
He nudges my chin higher, exposing the vulnerable line of my throat. His mouth drops to the tender skin, a whisper of a kiss. “Do you want to make me bleed, little virgin?”
The violence takes me by surprise. My swing is wild, aimed straight for his face with all my strength. He catches my wrist midmotion, the abrupt stop shooting pain down my arm. We’re frozen that way, him holding me, breathing each other’s air. “Don’t call me that,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Little virgin.”
“I’m not. You saw the proof of it. You paid a million dollars for
it.”
“Actually,” he says, voice deceptively mild. “I paid a million dollars to use you for a month. And as that month isn’t over yet, I think I’d like to collect.”
Shock courses through me, singeing every angry intention.
“No.”
“And as for your virginity, there are a hundred ways you haven’t been taken. A thousand ways you haven’t been fucked. A million dollars left to earn.”
“That money’s mine. You sent me away.”
“And yet,” he says, echoing his earlier words, “here you fucking are. This is what you wanted. This is what you came for. Did you really think you’d see me and walk away without my come inside you?”
My gasp sounds virginal even to myself. “Of course I did.”
He uses the hold on my wrist to drag me closer, off balance, almost falling into him. His warmth surrounds me, along with a musk my body remembers.
Alarm bells ring more than they did this morning. A strange man could hurt me, but Gabriel—he’s worse. My own kryptonite.
“Here’s the thing about fucking a virgin,” he whispers, breath a caress on my temple. “You gave me your pretty little hymen, the small spill of blood. The first feel of those walls squeezing my cock. And there’s no way to get it back, not ever. No matter who else you fuck. Even if you settle down with some prep-school fucker and let him climb on top of you every single night, I’ll always be your first. You will always be my little
virgin.”
The show of possession does something strange to me. It should be offensive. It’s meant to be offensive, but the humiliation turns liquid and hot inside my body. And the worst part is, I can’t even deny the truth. He left an imprint inside me. I can still remember the stretch of him, the burn. The very shape of that heavy thickness I can feel against
my stomach now. And anyone who comes after him, they’ll never quite fill the space he carved inside of me.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, soothing now that I’ve acquiesced.
“I’ve got you.”
“No, we can’t—”
He releases my wrist only to run a finger along my cheek. “So young. You look so young like this.”
“It’s the makeup,” I say with difficulty. And the hair. And the clothes. In a thousand ways I was different before, the society princess. What am I now? Almost homeless. Definitely scared.
His eyes gentle, more brown than they’ve been before. “You didn’t think you were getting fucked today. You got dressed and took the bus and came up the elevator having no idea.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me.”
A slight smile. “Not enough to stop. Take off those clothes.
Let’s see what you look like when you’re just a sweet, innocent college girl and not the toy I bought at auction.”

 

Skye Warren has done it again. She is incredibly talented and can take me to new heights with her storytelling.
She ripped my heart out with the first book in the Endgame Series, The Pawn. With The Knight, she not only stitched it back together, but warmed it up from the inside out (That’s not all that got warm! The girl can write some amazingly HOT scenes!)
The story opens just a few days after The Pawn ended. Avery is, once again, doing everything she can to survive on her own and Gabriel is determined to stand in her way. As the story unfolds, Avery finds herself being drawn back into Gabriel’s hands but she can’t decide whether or not that that’s where she needs, or wants, to be.
“I could fight him, but what’s the point? He holds my future in his large, capable hands—the escrow account, my family’s home. And impossibly he holds my sexual desire, a sudden fire that he lit with his words.”
She needs to figure out if there is an underlying cause to his behavior. As always, she wants to believe the best in people but Gabriel plays by his own set of rules. It’s his game and he is always the winner. But it’s different this time around. She doesn’t know what it is, but she can feel a shift in his behavior. She can sense that, at times, he is trying to help her, whether she wants it or not. Other times, he says or does something that completely pushes her over the edge. Something to make her believe that he is only in this game to continue to carry out the complete ruin of her father, with no regard to her heart and her dreams.
“And still I don’t walk away. Something draws me inside. The force of Gabriel himself, maybe, the magnetic attraction of him. My opposite. My downfall…
…I kneel, the floor hard and painful beneath my knees. He moves to stand in front of me, nothing but solidity and shadow, his white shirt open at the neck, revealing a dusting of hair. His hand clasps my neck loosely, a gentle threat. I swallow against his palm, nerves overcoming my desire to submit. Then he curves his palm around so he’s cupping me, fingers gently stroking the sensitive skin at my nape. He could hurt me like this. He could use me. He pulls me close until my cheek rests against his thigh. It’s like he’s blessing me, absolving me, but how could that be possible when he’s the worst sinner of all? He can’t save me.”
One thing I know,  is that Skye Warren knows how to leave her readers on the edge, wanting, begging for more. This book is no different so prepare yourselves! I can’t wait to read how Avery’s and Gabriel’s story continues.

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“Sinfully sexy and darkly beautiful, The Pawn will play games with your heart and leave you
craving more!” – Laura Kaye, New York Times bestselling author
The price of survival…
Gabriel Miller swept into my life like a storm. He tore down my father with cold retribution,
leaving him penniless in a hospital bed. I quit my private all-girl’s college to take care of the only
family I have left.
There’s one way to save our house, one thing I have left of value.
My virginity.
A forbidden auction…
Gabriel appears at every turn. He seems to take pleasure in watching me fall. Other times he’s
the only kindness in a brutal underworld.
Except he’s playing a deeper game than I know. Every move brings us together, every secret
rips us apart. And when the final piece is played, only one of us can be left standing.
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THE PAWN is a full-length contemporary novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love. It’s the first book in the brand new
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I’m safe in the ivory tower Gabriel Miller made for me. That’s what he says. Enemies lurk
outside, waiting to strike. An army of enemies held back by these walls.
Except some animal instinct warns me the danger is much closer. It’s already here. Is Gabriel
Miller my protector or my enemy? Is this house a castle or a cage?
There’s nowhere for me to go, no one left for me to trust.
No escape from a past determined to capture its prize.

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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the
Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today
Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving
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Fifteen Nights by Zoe Lee…Blog Tour with Excerpt

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Fifteen Nights by Zoe Lee

Publication Date: January 26th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

An all new STANDALONE novel from Zoe Lee is now LIVE!!

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The deeper they look, the harder they fall.

Jamie Houston was supposed to just be Leda Riveau’s Thursday night (and maybe Friday morning) fun.

Leda has awesome brothers, friends who are as allergic to emotions as she is, and a great job. She’s back in her hometown, Maybelle County, after a romantic and professional disaster three years ago in Nashville. It might not be what she planned when she was a teenager, but it’s perfect.

Or, well, it’s almost perfect. Because Leda is still angry and bitter about Nashville, and everyone knows it. She hates romance and doesn’t do relationships, and her younger brother’s trying to get her to be nicer. But she’s not nice. She even has her own hashtag: #ledagoesnuclear.

Then she sees Jamie again, when he’s between serious girlfriends, and discovers that the chemistry she’s always suspected is right there, ready to explode if she lets it.

Jamie is a serial monogamist who’s always liked Leda, but the timing’s never been right. After he sees her while they’re both single for the first time since high school, he knows he wants to be with her. Everybody knows she doesn’t date and doesn’t get serious, but he’s always serious, especially because he has a three-year-old son and a three-hour commute to get from work to Leda.

What starts out as a casual Thursday night arrangement gets messy when Leda and Jamie also have interfering friends, sad brothers, a pushy mom, an amazing son, and chemistry so intense it’s scary.

How does a man who needs forever win a woman who hates romance?

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Excerpt:

I stalk-strolled towards her, my patience stretched paper-thin by desire.

I crowded close, so tall and wide that she couldn’t see anything else but me, and my hand cupped her waist. She stumbled against the wall, her feet wide apart to keep her balanced.

“You’re so damn tall,”I murmured. Still a few inches shorter than I was in her heels, she angled her head back, her hair scraping the textured wallpaper, to meet my eyes again. My thumb stroked in arcs over her hips and I saw her try to suppress a shiver. “You must be six-three in those heels. Usually I can’t look a woman in the eye unless we’re lying down.

”Her eyes flashed fire and she asked belligerently, “Are you going to keep me here till midnight?”

I ran my fingertips down her earlobes and chandelier earrings, not bothering to confirm what was obvious. I knew she didn’t want to go anywhere either. If Leda Riveau didn’t want to be somewhere, she sure as hell would’ve told me so and moved.

When the crowd screamed and chorused “Happy New Year,”I half-smiled.

My face dipped until the tips of our noses grazed together, testing the boundaries, and when she only parted her red lips, I laid mine against them for the first time.

Light flickered behind my closed eyelids as her mouth softened a fraction.

But I didn’t want her soft, I wanted her fierce and dynamic, so I caught her around the waist. My voice dropped in volume and register while I demanded, “Kiss me harder, Leda.”

Her arms wound around me and her nails dug into my neck, scratching hard as she swooped in and bit at my bottom lip before her nimble tongue pushed into my mouth.

I couldn’t have stopped the heartfelt moan that escaped into the air between our open lips.

But at the noise, she pulled back sharply and looked at me, brows creasing. I didn’t know what had made Dunk say what he had, but I knew plenty of gossip about everyone in Maybelle, and I’d never heard so much as a word about her sleeping around.

I wanted to reassure her, but I knew that the usual platitudes about how she was beautiful and Dunk was a fucking idiot wouldn’t work because they’d make her feel too vulnerable. My best shot was probably self-deprecation, to shift the attention to my shit and away from her.

So I hooked her hair behind her ears, smoothing the disarray I’d caused.

“Do you know how many women run from this?”I pointed at my eyes. “I always have to hide it. I haven’t been able to do that with you tonight, and all you’ve done is stare right back.”

“I, uh, like it. It makes me feel special,”she practically stammered. “And that’s incredibly…”She swallowed, her eyes dipping down to my mouth again. “…tempting.”

My gaze sharpened with desire. “I would like to make love with you.”

She jabbed a finger in my chest. “You cannot call it that,”she ordered. “No bullshit about how you were moon-eyed over me half our lives ago when we didn’t know shit about shit.”

I grabbed her finger and reeled her in.

“You can stare at me all you want,”she half-babbled, “but this is just good chemistry.”

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Zoe has been writing since she was a little girl, growing up north of Chicago. Since then, she’s lived in Ohio and San Francisco, and now lives near Boulder. She has a job that she loves, but it doesn’t sound exciting to anyone else. She does yoga and takes dance classes when she can. She has a husband, who reads her romances, and an amazing little girl, who is way too young to read what Zoe writes (yet). She’s inspired by her family and friends, books and art, and all of the places she’s traveled.

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Cold Hearted by Winter Renshaw…Excerpt Reveal

 

 

Coming January 31st

 

 

I wish I could say our meeting was happenstance.

I wish I could say we took one look and we just knew.

I wish I could say falling for him was the best thing that ever happened to me.

But none of that would be true.

Rhett Carson was as cold as the ice on which he skated. He was as calloused as the hands that shot the goals that won world titles. He was also damaged. And broken. And he didn’t know it, but I knew all about him.

I knew why he was so bitter and angry.

I knew why he was so coldhearted.

But I didn’t know why I allowed myself fall in love with him, and I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop…even when he told me to.

And that’s when everything changed.

 

“I should probably get your number,” I say.
He wrinkles his nose. “Why?”
“I don’t know. In case I wind up pregnant or something. You came a lot. And condoms aren’t always one hundred percent.”
His expression turns to ash until he realizes I’m kidding.
“Anyway.” I pull my blouse over my head and fluff my hair around my shoulders. “Thanks for that.”
I’m halfway to the door with my purse over my shoulder when he says, “Thanks for that? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s just an expression. What am I supposed to say?” I shrug. If I tell him it was amazing and we should do it again, then it’s going to turn into a thing. A big, ugly, complicated thing that I won’t be able to explain my way out of.
“Nothing,” he says. “Just say nothing. You don’t have to make it all awkward by thanking me for sex. Who does that?”
“I’m sorry. Does that make you feel used?” I hide my chuckle with my hand, and he comes at me with a giant smirk on his face, pressing his hard-as-steel chest against my body until my back’s against the door.
“God, you have a smart mouth.” His hand lifts to my face, and he drags his thumb along my lower lip, his eyes fixated there as if he’s replaying the last thirty minutes in his head.
I’m painfully aware of the fact that our mouths are inches, maybe even mere centimeters apart. If he wanted to kiss me again, I’d let him. I wouldn’t say no. I wouldn’t protest or try to stop him, even though it’d be the right thing to do.
Kissing Rhett feels different from any other man, and I’m not sure if it’s because of his his powerful, complicated aura—or the fact that something so morally, ethically wrong could feel so dangerously good.
I want to ask what he’s doing when our gazes catch. I want to know what this is. And why me? But I know this can never be anything, so asking would be pointless. Besides, more than likely he’s just a horny guy who saw a girl in a bar and decided to go in for the kill.
In my heart of hearts, I know our time together was more about convenience than poetics.
“I should go,” I say, releasing a sheltered breath.
His smirk fades, along with the dimples I’m just now noticing, and his steely gaze darkens.
“Yeah,” he says, as if he’s suddenly drawn the same conclusions but for reasons all his own. “You should.”

 

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Tequila and Tailgates by Andrea Johnston….Release Day Blitz & Review

Title: Tequila & Tailgates
Series: Country Road #2
Author: Andrea Johnston
Release Date: Jan 27, 2017
 
Four years ago, I took the biggest risk
of my life and it blew up in my face. I learned my lesson – love sucks.
Now self-preservation and protecting
my heart have become second nature. But Jameson Strauss… he’s my weakness.
Give me the occasional shot of
tequila, a game of Truth or Dare, and I’ll do almost anything for that man.
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Four years ago, I didn’t follow
my heart. I let the one girl that consumed my soul walk away without a fight.
Now I go through the motions never
truly living. But, the day Ashton Sullivan needed me was the day my world changed for the
better.
Tequila, truths, and the occasional
dare are all I need to show her how good we can be.
Sometimes the truth is in the
dare.
 
  

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Tequila and Tailgates is the second book in Andrea’s Country Road series and it can be read as a standalone.  However, we do have updates on the couple from the first book so if you want to know about their story, go back and read Whiskey and Honey first, then come read this one.

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I enjoyed this sweet and sassy story.  Jameson and Ashton have grown up beside one another.  He’s her brother’s best friend.  Yes, I know this cliché is starting to run its course, but I liked Andrea’s take on it.  Neither have really pined after the other one throughout the years.  It’s just that one night that changed everything between them.

They’ve kept their distance as much as possible and have learned to deal with one another when they’re together since they do have the same circle of friends.  But now due to a freak accident, Ashton finds herself having to live with Jameson until her house is repaired.  And then they add something in their new roommate status…..

” ‘One Rule.’

‘Fine, what?’

‘Monogamy.  No sleeping with others.  If you meet someone and want to hook up, you tell me first and this ends.’

‘Deal. But, I have one too.’

‘Oookkkaayyy,’ I reply.

‘Don’t fall in love with me, Sunshine.’

Planting a quick kiss on my lips, he laughs and turns toward the stove.

Jameson may be joking, but it is also likely a little too late.”

Jameson and Ashton are quite a pair together.  They both are fighting the same battle towards each other but never realizing the other is having the same issues.  They have some work to do in the communications department and they both know it.  They just refuse to truly accept what they are feeling, not only to themselves but to one another.

Andrea writes quite the funny and sassy story between these two.  There are no short of jabs and witty come backs in this book.  It’s funny how two people who are so compatible are completely blind to it themselves.  Andrea brings everything full circle in the end and I feel she pulled it all together in a nice pace.  Nothing was rushed and everything fell into place.

Great follow up to the first book.  I am looking forward to Owen and Landon’s books!!!

 

 

We spent the entire weekend at the
lake eating, drinking, and swimming. It’s a tradition that we maintain to this day. On the
final night of the weekend, Jameson and I were the last two awake by the fire. I think together
we managed to consume an entire bottle of tequila. And, as it often is, the alcohol was a sort of
truth serum for us.
We started a game of Truth or Dare,
which never quite mustered a dare. Until the end. Truths varied from cheating on history tests to
sneaking in after curfew and even first crushes. I admitted to my fear of small children and
Jameson admitted his fear of a woman dressed in head-to-toe leopard. We laughed and we
cried. Tears from laughter, not sadness.
Then he asked me the final truth or
dare as I took my last shot and handed him the bottle.
“Truth or Dare,
Ash?”
 
“Hmmm. Well,
considering we’ve just demolished a bottle of tequila, neither seems like a good idea.
I’m likely to break a leg or make an ass of myself.”
 
“I’d go with the
ass part. I don’t think either of us wants a lecture from Piper if we have to go to the
hospital.” 
 
“Ain’t that the
truth. Okay then. Truth it is. Hit me.”
 
“Do you ever think about
kissing me?”
 
Seconds that feel like minutes
pass between us. Something glimmers in his eyes as he asks me. Screw it, I can always blame
the tequila.
 
“Yes.” 
 
His breath hitches and a sinister
smile takes over my face. Two can play this game.
 
“Your turn, J. Truth or
Dare?”
 
He stands and finishes the
tequila straight from the bottle and takes the three steps necessary to stand in front of me. He
bends so that his hands rest on the arms of my chair and leans in. I can smell the tequila on his
breath mixing with mine. My own breath hitches.
 
“Dare,
Sunshine.” 
 
“I hate that
name.”
 
“I
know.”
 
Our words are
whispers.
 
“I dare you to kiss
me.”
 
 
Andrea Johnston spent her childhood
with her nose in a book and a pen to paper. An avid people watcher, her mind is full of stories
that yearn to be told.  A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending, super sexy erotica
and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her Kindle nearby fully charged.
Andrea lives in Idaho with her family
and two dogs.  When she isn’t spending time with her partner in crime aka her
husband, she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail. Nothing
makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her feet in the water, and
cocktail in hand all at the same time.
   

Ethan Hades (Gods Among Men) by Kat Austen…Blog Tour

 

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Ethan Hades falls into the god category . . . though the myths surrounding Hades are far different than the truth of who he really is. God of the Underworld is just one of his many responsibilities. After spending centuries alone, a scapegoat for anything and everything that goes wrong in the world, he’s given up on life. He gave up on love way before that.

 Until one day a woman he can’t ignore walks into his life. They have nothing in common—that she’s mortal being is only one of the many differences between them. Holland Corbin is everything Ethan has been waiting an eternity to find. One problem—she’s hell-bent on keeping him as far away from her as possible and looks at him like he’s the devil himself. Which, okay, she has good instincts.

 He might have to move heaven and hell to get her to accept and admit her feelings for him. He might have to forfeit his own infinite existence to be with her. He might have to stand in contempt of the only set of laws he’s ever followed. But he will. He’d give everything to be with her, and he just might be forced to pay that exact price.

 He’s damned either way. Might as well go out fighting for the woman he loves.
Somewhere between the myth and reality was where you’d find the truth. But you wouldn’t see it if you weren’t looking, and most people weren’t.
   Most people were content to believe what they wanted to believe, as opposed to the alternative—accepting what was actually real.
   Take me for instance. There was the myth of who I was, and there was the truth. My first name was Ethan—a perfectly everyday name—but it’s not the name I was given at birth. No, that name I used as a last name now, as a reminder of who I was. Not that I could forget. My reputation seemed to precede me in every life I lived, not because people knew who I really was or would believe me if I told them, but because they knew something was different about me. Something was to be avoided.
   They were right.
   “Ethan Hades.”
   So yeah. Bet you didn’t need twenty guesses to figure out who I was—who I really was. Yes, gods were real. No, we weren’t anything like the myths you’d grown up reading in school. Names, places, and rough ideas were about the only details the Greeks had gotten right. The rest was a bunch of fabricated rubbish. I
    rose from the tiny canvas stool that lined the outside of the medical tent, my legs not the least bit tired from holding a chair squat for the past twenty minutes while I’d waited for the new camp doc, who was not earning any points from me since he was running late. I had stuff to do. Stuff that didn’t include waiting on a scrap of fabric that would have been lucky to hold a mortal man of my size. That was another fun fact for the god/goddess trivia book—we weighed significantly more than a mortal the same stature. It had something to do with our bodies being solid muscle, and nothing like the kind of muscle humans possessed. Our muscles were heavier, stronger, and impenetrable—fitting since we were immortal beings.
    I didn’t say anything as the nurse lifted the tent curtain for me. Neither did she. She’d been trying to get into my bed since she’d first started her rotation a few months ago. I’d told her I hadn’t signed up with World Corps, and travelled to third world countries on various outreach missions, to get laid. I’d been nice about it. The first dozen times. The last dozen, I’d been curter with my replies, which might have explained the reason she was looking at me like she wanted to drive a scalpel through my eye.
   Good luck with that. Immortal being. Meaning cannot die. By scalpel to the cornea or any other method.
   Believe me, I’d put it to the test.
   The landscape directly below Frenchman’s Cliff would never be the same. It looked like some meteor had fallen there, carving a crater where the ground had been level before my attempt to challenge my immortal state of being.

 

 

 

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One More Kiss by Samantha Chase…Spotlight

MATT REED IS HIDING

…from his fans

…from his past

…from a failure too painful to contemplate

Most of all, Matt is hiding from himself.

VIVIENNE FORRESTER IS A WOMAN WHO GIVES HER ALL

…to her friends and family

…to her online food blog

…to the man she loves

Vivienne will try anything and everything to coax Matt out of his self-imposed exile. But for this to work, Matt is going to have to meet her halfway…

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Matt continued to silently stare at her.
“Please say something,” she prompted nervously, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I…I don’t know if I can do that.”
A nervous chuckle came out before she could stop it. “What – you mean you don’t know if you can say anything?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can start over.”
Vivienne was completely confused. “Why not? I think it would be a good thing. For both of us.”
“I disagree,” he said, resting his elbows on the table so he could lean his cheek in the palm of his hand.
“I don’t understand why…”
“I kind of like where we are right now. I don’t want to pretend the past didn’t happen. I’m enjoying the banter we have and the way I find it so easy to talk to you. I think if we ignore that night – that kiss – then we’re both denying a part of who we are.”
Well damn. That was a pretty powerful declaration, she thought. “But…it wasn’t me that night,” she argued. “I honestly don’t know why I did any of it. This is who I am,” she said, patting herself on the chest. “I’m an introvert who likes things neat and orderly. I hate chaos, and I plan out everything. I hate leaving anything to chance, and I rarely take risks. I like my world to be predictable and organized. I make lists, and I like to check things off. The person you’re remembering, doesn’t really exist.”
“Again, I disagree.”
“Ugh,” she groaned and stood to clear the table. “Do you deliberately go out of your way to make things difficult all the damn time?”
Matt stood and helped her with the dishes. “Viv, I’m not trying to make anything difficult. If anything, I’m simplifying things. You came to see me. We kissed. We didn’t see each other for a while. Now we’re both here and we kissed again.” He placed the dishes in the dishwasher before turning and looking at her again. “And – if we’re completely honest for the sake of keeping things simple – we’re both still attracted to one another.”
Great. She wanted to stamp her foot and tell him to leave, but she would only be proving his point. So now what?
“I…I don’t know what it is you want me to say to that,” she admitted. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked pleased.
“What I want is for you to tell me I’m not wrong. That this isn’t all completely one-sided.” Before she could answer, however, he started speaking again. “But I’ll understand if you’re not ready to yet. I can be patient, Vivienne, and I believe you’re worth waiting for.”
And then, in a move that took her totally by surprise, Matt leaned down and placed a whisper-soft kiss on her cheek before stepping back. “I know you have some shopping to do and errands to run. I’m going to go back over to Aaron’s and relax and maybe watch a little TV. When you’re ready to start working on dinner, let me know, and I’ll come over and help.”
All Vivienne could do was nod and watch him walk out the door.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Samantha Chase released her debut novel, Jordan’s Return, in November 2011. Since then, she has published twenty more titles and has become a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She lives with her husband of twenty-five years and their two sons in Wake Forest, North Carolina.

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“Did you forget to fuckin’ knock, darlin’?” I asked,
breaking the silence between us. Nodding to the door behind her.
Aubrey grinned. “Well, you see, Detective McGraw. I’m here
with a real, deep, urgency. Only a man of your stature and importance could
understand when a woman, such as myself has needs,” she replied in a sultry
tone, pushing off the door. Provocatively placing one heeled toe in front of
the other, moving to sit in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“Is that
right?” I rasped, arching an eyebrow as she slowly crossed her legs, giving me
a glimpse of what she had in store. Making sure that the hem of her trench coat
fell slightly open to her sides, faintly displaying the top of her lacy black
thigh highs.
When she caught me staring, she quickly closed her trench coat,
not allowing me to see anything, but the heavy-duty cotton material. Much to my
disapproval.
“Detective,” she reprimanded, dramatically placing her hand over
her chest. “Why I’d never…”
“Suga’, you wouldn’t have come all this way wearin’
thigh highs and fuck me heels, if you didn’t want me to at least look.”
“I’m a
lady.”
“I’m a man,” I simply stated.
“Now that, I do know. And what a man,
you are. Which is why I’m here. You see, Detective McGraw, my husband has gone
missing.”
“Missing, you say?”
“Yes, Sir. I haven’t seen him in months.”
I
nodded, playing along. Mostly because I wanted to see where she was going with
this. “And you’re just now filing a report? You can see how that seems rather
suspicious?”
She theatrically sighed, shaking her head. “Do I look like a woman
who could hurt her husband, Detective?” She stood, sweeping her long blonde
hair over her shoulder. Gesturing to herself. “I mean look at me. I’m a tiny
little thing. You think I can overpower my big, huge, muscular husband? I mean,
by all means… search me.”
I stifled a laugh, holding back a smile. “In due
time, Miss…”

“Ivana Fucku,” she answered with a straight face, turning to sit
back down.
Now, I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Leaning back in my leather chair,
I crossed my arms over my chest, stating, “I’m at your fuckin’ service.”

 

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Preppy: Part Two by T.M. Frazier….Release Day Blitz

 

Preppy returns in Preppy Part Two by T.M. Frazier.

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Blurb

Preppy finds himself back in a world he once loved, but no longer recognizes. His dim smile can’t hide his inner turmoil and the people he views as family all suddenly feel like polite strangers.

Except for one person. A girl with dark eyes and even darker hair.

A girl who isn’t even an option.

At least, not anymore.

Dre can’t decide who she’s going to listen to. Her heart, her head, or her body. Because two out of those three things have her heading right back to Logan’s Beach. Closure is what she tells herself she’s seeking, but when she unlocks doors that were never meant to be opened she soon discovers that when it comes to Samuel Clearwater, closure might NEVER be an option.

This is book six in the King Series and the second part of Preppy and Dre’s story.

 

EXCERPT

“Oh yeah?” Preppy asked, taking a step forward, crowding me in, staring deep into my eyes with an intensity that had me biting down hard on my lower lip. “Do YOU like a clean look, Doc? Or do you like it dirty? Beards. Tattoos…scars?”

Yes, I like it dirty. So dirty.

I was stunned into silence. Preppy’s proximity was fucking with my brain, and I was afraid I was going to blurt out something that would dig me a deeper hole than I’d already dug for myself.  I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t get the words out. Not like I needed to. Preppy answered for me. “If I remember correctly, you like it dirty. Real fucking dirty.”

He took another step. “Remember that first time? In the field? By the train tracks? Remember how I pulled your hair while I fucked you from behind and stretched you open? Remember how it felt to have me moving inside of you? How it felt when you came and screamed in my fucking ear? I do. I remember. Thought of that scream every fucking day since. It was deafening.” He chuckled and pressed his teeth against his bottom lip. He groaned, the sound shot straight to my pussy. “I can still fucking hear it now.”

So can I.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to step around him, but he pressed his hands against the wall, caging me in. The warmth of his chest radiated onto mine. I tried to look anywhere but into his eyes, afraid of what I might see, but there wasn’t anywhere else to look. He moved even closer.

Preppy pressed his knee between my thighs, parting my legs. “Me?” he asked, with mock innocence. “I’m just reminiscing with an old friend.”

“This doesn’t feel like just reminiscing.”

He stared intensely into my eyes. “No, not YET it doesn’t.” He grinned. “But it fucking will. Soon.”

 

About the Author:

 

T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.

She’s never looked back.

Visit her at www.tmfrazierbooks.com for news, information, and appearances.

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