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Blog Tour, Giveaway, and Review: Wolves and Roses

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Wolves and Roses (Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #1)Wolves and Roses
Fairy Tales of the Magicorum #1
by Christina Bauer
Monster House Books, LLC
292 Pages
Publication Date: October 31st, 2017
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Seventeen-year-old Bryar Rose has a problem. She’s descended from one of the three magical races—shifters, fairies, or witches. That makes her one of the Magicorum, and Magicorum always follow a fairy tale life template. In Bryar’s case, that template should be Sleeping Beauty.

“Should” being the key word.

Trouble is, Bryar is nowhere near the sleeping beauty life template. Not even close. She doesn’t like birds or woodland creatures. She can’t sing. And she certainly can’t stand Prince Philpot, the so-called “His Highness of Hedge Funds” that her aunties want her to marry. Even worse, Bryar’s having recurring dreams of a bad boy hottie and is obsessed with finding papyri from ancient Egypt. What’s up with that?

All Bryar wants is to attend a regular high school with normal humans and forget all about shifters, fairies, witches, and the curse that Colonel Mallory the Magnificent placed on her. And she might be able to do just that–if only she can just keep her head down until her eighteenth birthday when the spell that’s ruined her life goes buh-bye.

But that plan gets turned upside down when Bryar Rose meets Knox, the bad boy who’s literally from her dreams. Knox is a powerful werewolf, and his presence in her life changes everything, and not just because he makes her knees turn into Jell-O. If Bryar can’t figure out who—or what—she really is, it might cost both her and Knox their lives… as well as jeopardize the very nature of magic itself.

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About the Author:

christina bauerChristina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. Across the lifetime of her series, Christina has driven more than 500,000 ebook orders and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers.

Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

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Quick Reasons: quirky, unique twists on some old fairytale tropes; complex, vibrantly imagined characters; entertaining, surprising plot; listening to this audiobook was exactly like being told a story, and I loved that

Huge thanks to Christina Bauer, Monster House Books, and YA Bound Book Tours for sending a free audiobook of this title my way in exchange for an honest review! This in no way altered my read of or opinions on this book.

AND I JUST SO ADORED THIS BOOK! So let’s start with the obvious things first. Obviously, this is a fairy tale retelling–and it’s such a unique, fresh take on some of the oldest fairy tale tropes! I cannot explain to you how much I absolutely adored that there are “remedial fairy tale” classes of sorts, that each character has a template for their fairy tale personality that they’re meant to follow–and that sometimes, characters find they don’t or can’t follow those guidelines as easily. This was such a fascinating moral statement on human nature–and how things, no matter how well planned, don’t always work out the way they’re expected to. I just absolutely adored that Christina Bauer took this route–and did it in such a refreshing, entertaining way!

Listening to the audiobook was like settling in for a story. The personalities of the characters–particularly those whose POV we’re treated to–really seeped through my headphones, drawing me in further. This story fell like curtains from each page, enlightening and reshaping me along with the characters. I feel like Christina Bauer really hit all the high notes with this one, pulling the smallest, most intricate details of story telling from her pockets and lining them with her words. This felt exactly like being told a story, which I feel is a huge plus for an audiobook–to be so completely captured and enthralled, you never want the journey to end.

This was just so fantastically done, Penguins. The characters are vibrantly written and BEG readers to get to know every side of them. The story telling is entertaining and unique, putting some new twists on old fairy tale tropes. I just so adored everything about this read, and I think you will, too! I definitely recommend you pick this book up, if it sounds like something you’d enjoy! Are you ready to follow your template, Penguins…or are you going to forge your own path through the world?

 

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: Anguish

 

AnguiSH
Lila Felix
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: November 6th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

The help-wanted ad on the bulletin board at Ashland’s college was simple enough: mother seeks live-in maid for son. But it turns out Breaker James is a mess in more ways than one. He’s confined to a prison of his own making, crippled by his fear of people and any social interaction whatsoever. Every vibe he’s giving off is begging Ashland to stay away, yet she finds herself strangely drawn to him. Can she coax him out of his darkness and help him overcome the deep trauma of his past to reclaim a normal life?

A contemporary romance perfect for fans of Lauren Oliver’s Before I Fall and JoJo Moyes’ Me Before You, AnguiSH delves deep into complex human emotions and the struggle to move forward from devastating past events.

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EXCERPT:

She moved over on the bed, giving me room to get in next to her. I got in. “I’m afraid I’m… God, this is hard to admit.”

Her hand glided down my jaw. “Tell me.”

“I tried—I tried to go out the other day, just for a walk or something. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make it past the damned threshold of the door.”

Her face was pure disappointment, and I knew mine mirrored it. Admitting it to her, I felt like a shadow of a man.

“But you tried, right? That has to count. I mean, you go out with me all the time.” Her voice faltered at the end of the sentence.

“I did try. But I couldn’t go through with it.”

She scooted closer to me and put one hand on my face while she buried her own in the hollow of my neck. “Can you just hold me and forget that there’s something we can’t do? I’d like to hang on to the notion that you can do anything—just for the night.”

 

Author Bio:

Lila Felix is full of antics and stories. She refused to go to Kindergarten after the teacher made her take a nap on the first day of school. She staged her first protest in middle school. She almost flunked out of her first semester at Pepperdine University because she was enthralled with their library and frequently was locked in. Now her husband and three children have to put up with her rebel nature in Louisiana where her days are filled with cypress trees, crawfish, and of course her books and writing. She writes about the ordinary people who fall extraordinarily in wild, true love.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: Heir of the Hamptons

 

Heir of the Hamptons
Erika Rhys
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A playboy heir. A near-bankrupt floral designer. A fake marriage gone awry.

RONAN

I was born into money, but I can’t touch my trust fund until I turn 35. Unless I get married. But I’m not a one-woman man, and marriage isn’t a trade-off worth even considering.

Until now. With my business on the line, I need to tap my trust. And to do that, I need a wife.

Ava’s beautiful, classy, and smart. She’s also a hell of an actress, and more than capable of fitting into Hamptons society.

In every way, she’s the perfect fake wife for me. Except that I want to tap her, too.

AVA

I never imagined I would consider a fake marriage. All I wanted was to get my floral design business off the ground, and someday—eventually—to meet Mr. Right.

But with my dreams about to end in bankruptcy, Ronan’s offer is my only way out. Unfortunately, there’s a catch. When he looks at me, my knees turn to rubber, and when he touches me, my body lights up like a g*ddamned disco ball.

He’s anything but Mr. Right. He’s domineering, stubborn, and hot-tempered, and while he also knows how to turn on the charm, I can’t let myself fall for it—or for him.

He’s my financial salvation. But if I don’t protect myself, he could also break my heart.

Heir of the Hamptons is a steamy, standalone romance with an HEA. If you like sizzling romance, razor-sharp wit, and characters who you’ll laugh and cry with, then you’ll love Ronan and Ava’s story!

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Chapter One

RONAN

New York City

“Why don’t you just get married?” my sister Cara said.

“You can’t be serious,” I picked up my water glass and downed half of it, hoping that its icy contents would stimulate my brain into sparking a fresh idea. In the aftermath of my latest loan rejection from Bank of America, I needed a new plan to save my company, Kingsley Technologies, and I needed it fast. Either that, or I’d be forced to lay off most of my employees, which was a betrayal I wasn’t ready to contemplate.

Not that I expected Cara to solve my problems over lunch at Bar Six, a mellow West Village bistro that I hit up regularly for its savory Croque Monsieur sandwiches. I adored my outspoken younger sister, but her art degree and career as an aspiring painter hadn’t given her a lick of business sense. Still, she was the only one in my family who was always on my side, which was why I had just told her about my financial dilemma. Cara’s unwavering support gave me strength, which was exactly what I needed right now.

Cara flicked a strand of her long, straight blonde hair away from her face and fixed me with her bright blue gaze. “Your share of Grandfather’s trust is around fifty million,” she said. “Isn’t that enough to solve your problems?”

“It’s more than enough,” I said. “But there’s no way to tap that money until I’m thirty-five.”

“Think creatively,” she said. “Under the terms of the trust, we get unrestricted access to our money when we turn thirty-five, when our father dies, or when we marry—whichever happens first.”

“I’m two years away from thirty-five, our father is in perfect health, and marriage is out of the question,” I said. “When it comes to monogamy, I’m my father’s son. You know that about me.”

“You’re nothing like our father,” she said, dipping her fork into her arugula-and-parmesan salad. “He’s a chronic liar and cheater—you’re neither.”

“I know who I am,” I said. “Like our father, I’m not a one-woman man. Unlike him, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“You wouldn’t have to,” Cara said. “Not if your marriage was purely a business arrangement.”

I stared at her. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Ronan. I can’t believe you haven’t thought of this yourself. You’ve only dated half the women in New York—there must be one of them who would be willing to take a big fat check to marry you.”

“It would never work,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Lots of reasons.”

“Such as?”

“There’s no point in even discussing it,” I said.

“Then consider this a theoretical discussion,” Cara said. “I’m curious. Why are you so sure my idea couldn’t work?”

“Two words,” I said. “Job qualifications. No woman in her right mind would sign on to be my fake wife. Any woman crazy enough to take it on would lack the brains to carry off the amount of acting involved.”

“I get that your fake wife couldn’t be just anyone,” Cara said. “She’d have to look convincing to Dad and Veronica. She’d have to be trustworthy and intelligent.”

“Convincing our father and stepmother would only be scene one of the farce you’re proposing,” I said. “This imaginary fake wife would have to live with me for two years, pose as my wife in public, and not fall in love with me.”

Cara screwed up her face at me. “Ewww. I can’t believe you just said that.”

I shrugged. “Women like me—they always have.”

It was no less than the truth. The genetic lottery had gifted me a handsome face and a muscular six-foot-two body, which I kept toned with regular workouts. And while no woman had ever tempted me to consider a long-term relationship, I had the short-term thing down. Be a nice guy, make the woman I was with feel beautiful, and attend to her pleasure as much as my own. I didn’t do commitments, I didn’t make promises, and three nights was my self-imposed limit—although in practice, I rarely took it beyond one. Manhattan was filled with gorgeous, single women, which made it the perfect playground for a guy like me.

Cara sighed. “I love you, Ronan—but you’re a pig.”

I flashed her a grin. “Maybe I am—but at least I know who I am. Not every man is cut out for marriage, and those of us who aren’t should be honest about it. That’s my philosophy.”

“Philosophy won’t save your business.”

“Neither will a fake wife. Veronica’s a bitch, but she’s not stupid. She’d spot a fake in a minute, and when she did, she’d convince Dad to block my access to the trust.”

“Can he still control your trust?” Cara said. “Even if you get married?”

I leaned back in my chair, looked at my sister, and a wave of affection for her swept through me. While her fake marriage idea was crazy, her desire to help meant everything to me. Life hadn’t been easy for Cara, but she had the biggest heart of anyone I knew.

At twenty-seven, my little sister had grown into a beautiful woman with a strong resemblance to our mother, who had died when Cara was born. At least I’d had our mother for the first six years of my life. All Cara got was her name—Caroline—and a photo album.

“Dad’s the primary trustee,” I said. “If he filed a lawsuit claiming that I’d faked a marriage to gain access to the trust, the money would be frozen until the lawsuit was resolved. And if I’d already put some of the trust money into Kingsley Tech, my company could be dragged into court as well.”

“To recoup the money?” Cara asked.

“Exactly.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she said. “And lawsuits can go on forever.”

“Now you’re seeing the big picture,” I said. “Until we turn thirty-five, our father controls the trust. Neither of us can touch it or borrow against it without his approval,

which thanks to Veronica, we’ll never get. Remember when I wanted to borrow against my share of the trust to start Kingsley Tech?”

“How could I forget?” Cara said. “Veronica shut that down in a heartbeat.”

“She’s got Dad under her thumb—in every area but one.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cara said with a shudder. “I’m almost certain he’s screwing his new secretary, who’s totally younger than I am. If Veronica wasn’t such a bitch, I might actually feel bad for her.”

“Don’t,” I said. “She married our father for his money and lifestyle. The estate in the Hamptons. The house in Aspen. The townhouse on Sutton Place.”

Cara leveled me with a look. “True—but enough about Veronica. Aside from getting married, do you have any other ideas that could save you from laying off your employees?”

“Not yet,” I said. “But I’ll think of something. I always do.”

 

Author Bio:

Erika Rhys is the international best-selling author of Heir of the Hamptons and the Gentlemen’s Club, Over the Edge, and On the Brink series. A romantic at heart–and a lifelong fan of reading romance novels–she decided to start writing them herself in 2013. Nine books later, she hasn’t looked back.

Due to spending much of her life in Boston and NYC, she’ll always be a city girl at heart, but she now lives in coastal Maine, where she enjoys fresh ocean air, poop-free sidewalks, and the novelty of cooking in a real, human-sized kitchen–something that eluded her for years when she lived in the city.

If she’s not working on her latest book, you can find her reading, watching nature programs on Netflix, or indulging in a double espresso at a nearby café. She can also usually be found at http://www.facebook.com/ErikaRhys.Author, and you can learn more about her upcoming projects at http://www.erikarhys.com.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: The Right Kind of Reckless

 

The Right Kind of Reckless
Heather Van Fleet
(Reckless Hearts #2)
Published by: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

“You’ll fall in love with these rugged Marines and their Reckless Hearts!” —Kelly Gendron, USA Today bestselling author of the Breaking the Declan Brothers series

I’m in love with a woman I can’t have, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop myself from falling.

The problem? Her brother’s my best friend.

I shouldn’t want her this much. Not when it goes against the bro code. Not when I’ve never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a night.

But one look into her eyes and I’m a mess for her. She’s my everything. And I have to walk away with nothing.

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EXCERPT:

Addie and I watched the guys play round after round of Skee-B all, while Chloe jumped and cheered and stole the occasional ball from each of their rows. No matter what my state in life was, I was happy the three of them had found one another.

“Here, let’s get our picture drawn.” Knocking me out of my woolgathering, Addie guided me toward one of the caricature sketchers who sat just outside the carnival gates. The man had a unibrow the size of Lake Michigan’s shoreline, and his mustache was curled at the end, handlebar style. But his work was amazing. Charcoal sketches with colored eyes, balloon- shaped heads with movie-s tar hair.

“How much for both of us?” Addie asked, fishing through her purse. We sat on the stools, as directed, our shoulders touching.

“Thirty- five,” the guy said, his fake French accent too thick to be believable.

I groaned and looked at my friend. “Seriously? That’s too much.”

“Seriously. We have to do this.” Addie mocked me. “Look at how cute those are.” She pointed to a couple with a heart surrounding their heads. Little doves swooped in the air around them, carrying heart balloons in their beaks. Had to hand it to the guy. He was talented.

“I’ve got this, ladies.” I looked up at the sound of Max’s deep voice, finding him searching through his wallet. He pulled out the money, handed it to the artist, then lifted his gaze to meet mine. A soft smile covered his bow-shaped lips, and everything inside me stirred to life at the view.

Addie faked a cough, then pressed a hand over her stomach. “Oh…oh no. I don’t feel very good, guys.”

I faced her and narrowed my eyes as she stood. Don’t, I mouthed, already knowing her game.

Ignoring me, she looked at Max and said, “You’ll take my place, won’t you, Max?” She batted those brown eyes and twirled a lock of her dark hair. No doubt her way of getting anyone and everyone to say yes to her. “Lia here was dying to get her picture drawn.”

Oh, the little liar…

Max nodded, immediately taking her empty seat to my right. With an extra hop in her step, Addie walked away, her ponytail swinging back and forth more the closer she got to Collin and Gavin and Chloe. I wanted to pull it out of her head.

“All right, look this way.” I blinked at the sound of the artist’s voice, my body far too aware of Max’s heady scent.

God, why did he have to smell so good? Fit so perfectly against me?

“You’re much too stiff.” The artist tsked from behind his easel. “Here, wrap your arm around zee pretty lady’s waist, like so.”

I sucked in a breath as Max’s hand was guided along my back, ending at my side with his fingers tucked just under the edge of my T- shirt. I swallowed, shifting in my seat and instantly remembering our kiss— the way he’d moved his mouth over mine.

Warmth pooled low in my stomach, drifting in between my thighs. His touch was like adrenaline, kick- starting my orgasm-starved body to life.

“Chin on her shoulder, lips close to her ear…” I shuddered as Max followed the artist’s directions to a T, the stubble on his chin igniting a stormy thunder inside me. Max seemed unaffected, his chest rising and falling at an even rate, while mine was suddenly in asthmatic mode.

“Relax,” Max whispered in my ear, his warm breath grazing my neck. “I’m not gonna bite ya.”

I shut my eyes and shifted once again, the ache between my thighs becoming unbearable. “I didn’t want to do this,” I finally murmured, refocusing on the artist.

Max laughed softly, his chest vibrating against my back and shoulder. “I know you didn’t.”

My eyebrows pushed together in annoyance. “Then why did you agree to sit here?”

“Because Addie wouldn’t give up until I did.” He sighed, far too relaxed compared to me.

I was jumping, itching, crawling with…something, yet he was unaffected. Which only further emphasized that he didn’t want me the way I did him.

“Plus, she folds my underwear, remember? Gotta make sure she doesn’t stick ants in them or something.”

“Yeah, like Addie would ever stoop to your level.” I couldn’t help but grin, my nerves easing slightly.

He squeezed my ribs. “You would.”

I turned to face him, our noses inches apart. “Damn right I would.”

A slow nod later, he moved even closer, our bodies in sync…

My smile fell away. “Maxwell,” I whispered, so lost in his dark eyes that I couldn’t concentrate. The apology was there on my tongue like earlier, but the need weighing me down was even heavier. How could I ever be just friends with a guy who was likely to break my heart, no matter what we were to each other?

“Tell me why you kissed me that night.” He looked at my lips, a serious glint in his eyes.

Blood rushed to my face at his out-o f- the- blue question. My composure slipped as confusion took its place. Why was he asking me this?

“Because I…” I gulped. “I owed you, remember? For bailing me out and for keeping me safe from those guys.”

Something shifted in his eyes. Disappointment? I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. When I looked back at him, I knew I was imagining things, because flirty, fun Max was back, winking at me. “Well then.” He cleared his throat. “That’s good to know.”

“What’s good to know?” I frowned.

“That you still owe me.”

 

Author Bio:

Heather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur. She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.

Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate degree and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years. She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Revealing Bella

 

Revealing Bella
Alexis James
(The Moran Family, #4)
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Choices define you.

Choices dictate your future, your happiness.

Choices can forever change the person you thought you were.

A college party gone horribly amiss will forever change the life of Isabella “Bella” Moran. She hides her secrets from everyone, especially her overprotective family. She confides in no one. She does whatever she has to do to portray herself as the happy eldest sister of the five Moran siblings.

Jace Austin is instantly intrigued by the dark haired beauty. Even though she is icy and mistrustful, he somehow manages to earn her friendship. The passion between them comes easy, but Bella is content keeping her life completely separate. She’s happy with the status quo. She’s comfortable in a world where trust doesn’t come easy and guarding her heart is the norm.

Not Jace.

He wants more. He wants it all.

Other books in The Moran Family series:

-Book 1, “Saving Cruz”

-Book 2, ‘Taming Marco”

-Book 3, “Breaking Roman”

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My eyes slowly drift open to gaze around the room.

I don’t feel so good.

My heart thumps frantically in my chest when I realize I have no idea where I am. A few things look familiar, but I’m definitely not in my own dorm room. On the wall I recognize a pennant sporting the school colors of the college I attend. There’s a football

jersey like the many that traipse around campus day after day. The ball cap that sits half on half off the dresser looks oddly familiar too. But the room itself? Try as I might, I can’t recall ever being here before.

Noises come from outside the closed bedroom door. Lots of male laughter and some over-enthusiastic shouting. Some giggling too, though that is decidedly female. With all the loud techno music, it sounds like a party. Whatever the case may be, this is not my usual scene. I’m much too shy and naïve to ever be a part of this raucous crowd.

My stomach rolls violently when I sit up. I slam my hand over my mouth, as if the gesture will halt the surge of vomit waiting at the back of my throat. The sheet slides down my body and cool air hits my bare skin. A cursory look down and I simultaneously cringe and groan. I’m completely naked.

Another wave of nausea. Forcing myself to stand, I look around for my clothes. I stumble around the unfamiliar room trying to shake off the dizziness. My shorts are tossed onto the floor, panties nowhere in sight. I locate my T-shirt over the arm of a chair, my bra on the opposite side of the bed. Whatever happened in this room—and I have a fairly good idea what that was—I sure as hell don’t remember much of it.

 

Author Bio:

Alexis James lives on the beautiful Central California coast. When she’s not spending time with her hubby of almost 30 years or her amazing kids, you can find her tapping away on the computer. She loves reading, spending time with family, reading, camping, reading….and writing too! She enjoys a good date night, an inexpensive glass of wine, and any story that can make her smile and/or cry.

Alexis’s first novel, “Losing Faith”, was released in September 2014. Her second novel, “Loving Emma”, is a standalone, though it does feature some characters from “Losing Faith”.

She invites you to visit her author pages on Facebook and Goodreads, and her website: alexisjamesauthor.com. You can also follow her on Twitter (@alexisjames27) or you can email her at: alexisjamesauthor@gmail.com.

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Book Blitz, Teasers, and Giveaway: Untouchable

 

Untouchable
Emily Bishop & Kira Blakely
Publication date: November 6th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

They’re willing to kill me for my billion-dollar inheritance.

This farm is the best hideout I’ve found.

There’s only one rule:

Don’t touch the farmer’s daughter.

I try not to… at first.

Until I catch her in the kitchen one night in nothing but a T-shirt.

Tight little ass cheeks peeking out.

Perky breasts just begging to be touched.

Getting thrown out is not an option.

But the way she watches me is getting hard to resist.

Her innocence is begging to be taken.

Fuck it.

Some things are worth dying for.

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Emily Bishop is a breakthrough romance writer from Seattle, Washington. She originally attended University of Washington as a history student but soon found a passion for words and stories. Upon graduating with a degree in creative writing, Emily fell in love and moved away from the hustle and bustle of the city to a quiet little town in Oregon. She is now a full time writer who loves her job. She enjoys bad horror flicks, hair pulling, lemon pound cake, and spending time with her husband, Charlie, and her dog, Roscoe.

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If you like bad boys with good hearts who love their women, then you will love Kira Blakely.

Kira is the author of 6 top 30 best-selling contemporary romances in 2017.

Her best novel reached #6 on the Amazon Charts and made the 17th most sold list.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Tempting their Best Friend

 

Tempting Their Best Friend
Madison Blake & Sienna Matthews
(No Holds Barred #1)
Publication date: August 22nd 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Things to do on a Saturday night:

Watch National Geographic on TV? Check.

Sexy times with lover and best friend Ethan Hunter? Check.

Going to a party with other best friend Shelli Madison?

Not if he can help it.

But Adrian Greene doesn’t have a choice, as he’s not the kind of man to bail on his best friend when she needs him. Having Ethan at the same party is his only consolation until a mistletoe-induced kiss with Shelli heats his blood, sends his fantasies rioting and hardens his…body.

And when Ethan expresses the same interest in Shelli? Things get a helluva lot more interesting.

Wicked shenanigans, seduction maneuvers and naked times ensue as the men think up creative ways to tempt their best friend into something more…all without destroying their friendship.

Tempting their best friend has never been so sweet…or delicious.

Tempting Their Best Friend is a sexy and hot bisexual ménage romance with explicitMM, MFM and MMF scenes among best friends. There’s also a guaranteed HEA ending! Though it’s the first in the series, it can be read as a standalone.

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EXCERPT:

“Would you guys like some coffee?”

They exchanged a glance before Adrian answered, “No. We thought we’d go ahead with the game.”

She had forgotten about it. “Okay, what is it?” She wiped her hands on a towel. “I think I prefer some mindless game right now. My brain needs a rest from work.”

“Well, it is mindless,” Ethan answered dryly. “Though there may be some physical activity involved.” At her questioning look, he said, “Chutes and Ladders.”

“Great, nothing more strenuous than rolling the die and moving my token. You’re on.”

“Wait.” Adrian caught her arm just as she was about to leave the kitchen.

She looked at him questioningly.

“It’s…um…a heavily revised Chutes and Ladders—”

“Revised?” She frowned and looked at him skeptically. “I wasn’t aware there was a revised edition.”

“Would you know more than Ethan?” Collecting board games was Ethan’s crazy hobby, or crazy Ethan’s hobby. Whatever. The man was nuts about them. He had every one that came out on the market.

“No,” she had to admit reluctantly.

“Now, where was I?” Curioser and curioser. It was not like Adrian to lose a thought and he was more nervous than he appeared. In fact, the hand holding her own was trembling. She frowned and looked closer at him. His green eyes, so direct, skittered away. “We’re, uh, we’re giving you the option of looking at the game board first before you decide whether you want to play it or not. But once you’re in the game, you have to play it to the finish. That’s the rule. Okay?”

She nodded. “Let’s go to the living room now, shall we?”

Ethan spoke from beside them. “I, uh, placed the board game in your room when you were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Why don’t we just go there to, uh, save time?”

Save time? What are they talking about?

She opened her mouth but before she could speak, Adrian ushered her up the stairs and overrode her protests. “Good idea.”

They entered her bedroom, with Ethan on their heels. “Okay, where’s the board game?” she asked irritably.

Ethan went to the right side where her wardrobe was located, where she now saw a plastic bag leaning against it. He reached down and withdrew a thin, rectangular box.

He took away the top and removed the board from the box. He held it in his hands for awhile, then glanced at Adrian, as if to gather strength and encouragement.

Shelli had never seen such trepidation and breathless anticipation in a man as Ethan handed over the precious game board. It made her own heart beat in triple rhythm as she received it from his hands.

Taking a deep breath, she started to open it, when Adrian shut it with a loud bang. She jumped. “I forgot to say something. Whatever you’ll see in there, Shell, whatever your decision, please promise you won’t let it affect our friendship.”

Disappointment and a certain bittersweet finality weighed like a huge stone in her stomach. She was so right to choose their friendship over lust. Adrian’s words practically confirmed it.

She nodded blindly. Whatever she found on the game board, surely it wouldn’t be worse than the painful certainty that her lust for them was never going to be requited.

Adrian took his hand away and moved to stand beside Ethan. If she wasn’t mistaken, the two of them seemed to be holding their breaths expectantly.

She opened the game board. She stared at the boxes, at the elegantly drawn ladders but she didn’t see anything.

Ethan cleared his throat. “Uh, that’s our version.”

“Your version?” She frowned up at him.

“The messages. We revised the messages in the boxes and for those boxes originally without text, we added one.”

She looked down with effort, knowing now the reason for their anxiety. They must’ve wanted her opinion as a game player on how the revised game would be received in the market. Perhaps Ethan was even thinking of quitting his job and going into designing board games but she was a little bit hurt that he hadn’t seen fit to share the process with her.

Now that he mentioned it, she noticed slivers of paper taped on each of the squares. She read the messages on a few without them penetrating her brain. When some sort of meaning trickled through, she stopped, held her breath and started again from the first square.

French kiss the person to your right.

Do a bellydance while taking off all your clothes.

Go down on the person to your left.

The whole damn board was replete with erotic suggestions and each command was heating her up more and more. She couldn’t stop the pictures from flashing—her going down on Ethan, Adrian going down on her, the three of them locked in a threesome and exploding with the force of their orgasms.

 

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Sienna Matthews writes deliciously erotic romance romance. She goes wherever the muse calls. Check out her stories which are no holds barred sinful and seductive and where anything can happen. Visit her blog at: http://siennamatthews.com/

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: Mountain Man

 

Mountain Man
Sherilee Gray
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Hank Smith saved my life, carrying me through a blizzard to his mountain cabin. He doesn’t like strangers, and he doesn’t like leaving his sanctuary. Now I’m trapped here with him until the snow melts.

I see him looking at me. He tries to hide behind a gruff exterior, but I see the longing and the heat burning in his eyes. I know he wants me, and I can’t resist him. I want to feel those big, rough hands all over my body.

But once he’s unleashed his raw, barely tried desire on me, will I be able to leave my mountain man behind, or will he make me his?

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I glanced around. I was in a basic log cabin, the open fire blazing on the other side of the room, and furs on the floor. There were guns leaning against the wall by the door, which was secured with a long, thick piece of lumber that I didn’t think I’d be able to lift even if I could escape my human manacles.

The arm around me was a dead weight. I couldn’t move it. Tears started filling my eyes as panic set in.

Maybe if I slid out from under his arm?

I started sliding downward…

His eyelids snapped open and vibrant blue eyes locked on me.

I screamed, tried to jerk back, and when those monster arms didn’t let me go, screamed some more.

The huge man’s eyes went wide, then he jolted, released me, and shot out of bed so fast you’d think I was the one who’d stripped him naked and crawled in bed with him.

He stood several feet away, hand up, like he was warding me off, or maybe trying to put me at ease? I wasn’t sure how that was possible since I was naked and moments ago he’d been pressed up against me while I was unconscious.

“Who the hell are you and what am I doing here?” I watched as what I could see of his face turned pink.

“Found you…” he said in a voice that was so deep I was sure the ground quivered beneath us. “Unconscious. I brought you here.”

I scrambled up the bed, taking the covers with me, and thanked God when I realized I still had panties on, even as fear coiled tight in my belly. “Why the hell did you take my clothes off? What did you do to me?”

His brows lowered. “Do?”

I clutched the covers tighter to my chest. “I’m practically naked, and you were all over me.”

He took an abrupt step back, his heavy brows now shooting up, eyes widening, in what I could only describe as alarm. “Woman, you were close to death. Only way to warm you back up quick was body heat.”

I’d heard of people doing that before, hadn’t I?

I took him in.

The yeti.

He was the giant fur-covered beast walking toward me through the snow before I passed out.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them.

Good God, he was huge.

I’d never seen a man like the one in front of me in all my life. He was taller than the door he was standing in front of, massive everywhere—thick, sold thighs dusted with dark hair, long legs, bulging calves. His chest and shoulders were wide, his waist thick, his stomach roped with muscle. One of his biceps was easily as big as one of my thighs, and that was saying something, since I wasn’t at all what you would call petite. My gaze slid back down. One of his enormous hands was covering his groin, or trying to anyway.

He made a low, broken sound, and my eyes shot back up to his. His face wasn’t pink anymore; it was fire-engine red.

“Can you…ah, put some clothes on, please?” My voice came out as a raspy whisper.

He jolted again, like he only just realized he was standing there completely naked. He turned away, flashing a spectacular pair of muscular butt cheeks before snatching up a pair of pants and pulling them on. The fact that I could even contemplate the attractiveness of his butt was insane given the circumstances. I obviously hadn’t fully recovered from my ordeal.

 

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Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway: Dark Wish

 

Dark Wish
Yumoyori Wilson
(The Starlight Gods, #1)
Publication date: September 8th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

What do you get when you add free and dumb?

FREEDOM

My name is Makoto Heart and I’ve always wished for a chance at freedom. Every day, I prayed before the Starlight gods, asking for their divine assistance in accomplishing such a difficult task.

Being an experiment for as long as I can remember, my hopes of obtaining freedom have diminished, drastically. The disappointment haunted me, as myself and my spirits struggled to survive. I had no hope left, believing my final plea fell upon deaf ears, yet again.

But what happens when my prayers are finally answered? I’m thrust into fulfilling a destiny, with the help of six star knights. Suddenly, I am no longer experiment 555, but the stolen princess of Heila.

Freedom, how you have teased my troubled soul. May the Starlight gods guide me and my knights, on this path towards the unknown.

~In Stars We Trust~

Dark Wish is an extraordinary new paranormal reverse harem series.

Recommended for 18+ audience, containing mature sexual content and strong language.

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“Mako…can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, his voice deep and husky, the sound made my stomach flipped; my body ignited to life, craving his touch.

“Okay.” I whispered back, my heart racing with anticipation.

He leaned in slowly. I allowed my eyes to close as his lips pressed lightly against mine. They were smooth and moist, the kiss was soft and inviting, but ended quickly. He pulled back slightly, allowing a second to pass, waiting for me to tell him to stop.

I didn’t want him too, my mind raced with a sudden desire to feel his lips against mine, once more. And again, he pressed his lips against mine, firmer this time. His resting hand moved to cradle my head as he deepened the kiss, our lips interlocking. His taste was sensational, the rich hazelnut flavor of coffee still lingered on his lips.

My arms roved over his torso slowly, venturing over his sculpted chest, causing him to shudder. I silently cursed at the soft fabric of his shirt, as it hindered me from touching his skin. My hands continued their ascent over his chest, reaching his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. We pressed against each other; the hardness of his sculpted body pressed against mine, sending a shockwave of electricity through me.

My lips pressed firmly against his, letting him know I wanted more – I needed more, and he delivered accordingly.

 

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Yumoyori Wilson is from Toronto, Ontario. She loves to sleep and write her days away. She works at night as a registered nurse. She has a little addiction to bubble tea and coffee but loves to workout. She has big plans for the writing world and can’t wait to share them with everyone.

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Book Blitz, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Dead Blue Sea

 

Dead Blue Sea
Erin Hayes
(The Berkano Vampire Collection)
Publication date: November 6th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Post-Apocalyptic

Point Break meets Buffy in post-apocalyptic Cape Town, South Africa.

They say that surfing used to be a way of life.

In Devil’s Bay, it’s the only way to survive.

My name is Carlyle. I’m a water witch who protects the fishermen of my village from the danger beneath the waves. My days are spent on my longboard saving everyone from the fins. My nights are spent dreaming of something more than my small village isolated from the outside contact by cliffs and jagged peaks.

Then a storm strikes out of the blue, and, well, I wipe out. When I wake up, I’m on the other side of the bay surrounded by vampires who want to see me dead. Major bummer.

Only Kopano, an outcast of the fangers, seems to take pity on me. You see, Kopano also spent his nights dreaming of something more, and he thinks I hold the key. The only catch? To find the truth, we’ll have to face the dead blue sea.

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“There’s some sort of irony,” I grumble, “in being sensitive to sunlight but also having to be outside during the day. Every damn day.”

She shrugs. “Do you want me to go tell the sharks to stop being nocturnal and hunt during the day?”

I snicker. “Aw, could you? Because then the fishermen could do their thing at night. And we could all avoid the sun like good, self-respecting, UV-sensitive witches.”

She chuckles darkly. “Ag, if only! But this is what we signed up for.”

I flick some sea water her way, and she squeals in mock-shock. “I signed up for this?”

Her smile falters. “Well, your mother did. But you’re still out here.”

Not that I really have any choice in the matter. It’s what’s best for the village, and there’s no denying that. I’m the best remaining water witch—if I suddenly stopped, we all knew that fishermen would lose their lives, food would become scarce in my village, and my own sense of self-preservation would be to blame.

Stuck between a shark and a wet place, I guess.

 

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Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars. You can also sign up to her newsletter and get her free starter library.

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