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Sunday, November 17, 2019

Devious Resolutions Anthology Cover Reveal - Various Authors


Devious Resolutions Anthology

by K Webster, Ker Dukey, Yolanda Olson, Ashleigh Giannoccaro, Zoe Blake, Jennifer Bene, Jason Hes, Abigail Davies, Stevie J Cole, Lp Lovell, Dani Rene, and Emery LeeAnn Publication Date: January 1, 2020 Genres: Dark Romance / Gay Romance
GLAM yourself up and get ready for Dinner at Midnight as twelve of your favorite dark authors take you on a wild ride for New Year's. When a Good Boy shows his Aberrant Desires for Delicious Deviance, and being a Chew Toy can fulfill a wild fantasy. Step into the role of being a Muse that comes from decadent Champagne Dreams. Get enticed into being Bait as you enjoy the show of the Hung. And when all is said and done, prepare to end your night with a tempting Bang, Bang. Devious Resolutions: A Dark M/M Anthology.

Perfect Obsession Cover Reveal & Giveaway with Sophia Karlson

Title: Perfect Obsession
Author: Sophia Karlson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Diana Carlile
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Editor: Ally Robertson
Publication Date: December 13th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Chris Summers needs purpose to come to grips with his new disability and save his own sanity. A friend's offer to get involved in an architectural photobook as the professional photographer is the only solution. The project allows him to work with his friend's sister, Julia Carlevaro, a luxury hotel heiress, who has sworn off men, love, and some other things she prefers to keep to herself.
Once on location in East Africa, Chris and Julia work long hours together to meet their looming deadline. The attraction between them is palpable but Julia sticks to her no-men resolve and to her secrets.
After a shooting accident that leaves Chris unhinged, he is forced to reveal the true nature of the incident that led to his disability. His cards are on the table, and Julia will need to show hers, or let go of their one chance for love.
Sophia Karlson has lived in France, Germany, Tanzania, Madagascar (not the movie, the country) and now finds herself in Toronto, Canada. As a teenager, she devoured romances with far-flung settings, loving to travel through books. After school, her itchy feet took her around the world, but now she doesn't get much further than the school run and the daily walk with her two demanding beagles. She writes contemporary and erotic romance with the aim of taking readers on a journey of their own.
 
Author Links:
Perfect Mistake – https://books2read.com/u/bxvx7e
Perfect Obsession – https://books2read.com/u/bO6DMo
Chapter 1
Chris Summers shifted in the taxi’s leather seat and bumped his knee against his cane. The elegant bit of wood slipped down to the floor, and he cursed the thing for the umpteenth time that day. It had been months now, and he still hadn’t quite gotten used to having it as his constant companion. He bent to pick up the cane and settled it next to him on the seat.
He’d arrived in Italy forty minutes ago, and he could tell that it was at least six degrees warmer in Rome than in London. The warmer temperature soothed his leg—maybe moving to a warmer climate would save his sanity.
Had bloody Heathrow always been so big? Traipsing from London to Rome had been more taxing than he’d expected. His leg pulsed a consistent beat of pain, reminding him that his doctors hadn’t exactly approved this trip. But he’d no longer cared. His fleet of doctors, therapists and family were competing to see who could drive him up the wall first. The best cure for him was to get out and away, as it had always been.
What he really needed was to get back on the job, in whichever form it was going to take. He gazed out of the taxi’s window, catching glimpses of Rome’s antiquities. The drive to the Carlevaro estate on the Appia Antica was riddled with photo opportunities, yet the familiar need to get out his camera and take photos was glaringly absent. What was the point?
His lack of enthusiasm was his biggest worry and one of the reasons he’d considered his friend Carlo Carlevaro’s offer. It wasn’t quite an offer yet, but after the weekend something might be on the cards. Carlo had spoken about a hotel book, and the Carlevaros didn’t own just any hotels. It sounded like a prestigious project and would put his name back in print. But it was really the complete change of subject matter, environment, and function as photographer that he was after. He needed a burst of sunlight on his clouded soul. Something to revive the passion that had bled out of him that godforsaken day he got shot in Syria.
As they turned into the driveway to the estate, he swallowed the two painkillers he took three times a day ever since he’d gotten off the stronger injections. Today of all days they didn’t seem enough, but it was because he’d overexerted himself. Or was it?
He shrugged off the thought as the taxi pulled up under the portico. A tall blonde in jeans and a gray cashmere jersey came out of the double doors of the house; a little girl with spiral curls skipped in her wake.
He couldn’t help grinning on seeing Carlo’s wife, Simone, and four-year-old daughter, Sarah, for the first time.
“Chris?” Simone smiled as he got out of the taxi. “I’ll have you know that I’m starved for English conversation!”
They shook hands. “The lovely Simone, lost in Rome?” Carlo’s description of Simone fitted her perfectly...a Venus who didn’t suffer from goddess syndrome.
“That can only be Carlo’s one-liner.” Simone laughed as she swung his laptop bag over her shoulder and took his carry-on cabin bag. “Say hello to Chris, Sarah.”
Sarah gave him a cheeky stare before hiding behind her mother’s legs. He winked at her, feeling lighter. Here, at least, life had allowed everything to fall perfectly into place.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said, wanting to take his bags from her, but she shook her head.
“Likewise.” She gave his shoulder a soft squeeze. “Come on, there’s a fire going inside, and I’ve made hot chocolate.”
“With marshmallows,” Sarah chirped.
“Hot chocolate sounds great. And I love marshmallows.” Chris smiled and followed them into the house.
“Carlo should have been here already, but something came up at the office.” Simone walked toward the elegant staircase that curved to the second floor. Sarah was halfway up the stairs already. “Let me show you your room, and you can get comfortable. It’s up here.”
Looking at the stairs, he stifled a disheartened groan. It was a two-story building but of old-fashioned proportions. The staircase followed suit. Simone stopped short of the first step, turning to him.
He hesitated. “This might take time.”
Her eyes dropped to his cane, and she raised a hand to her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“No problem. I can do them slowly.”
She worried her bottom lip. “Carlo didn’t say anything.”
“He...I—” Chris looked away. Making a fuss was the last thing he wanted. He hadn’t seen Carlo since the incident and the operations which followed. Carlo knew what had happened but had no idea of the exact state of his leg. There was no way Simone could have a clue.
“Julia’s cottage in the garden will work better. It’s mostly level, and there’s ample space.” Simone nodded, seeming pleased with this idea. “Carlo’s sister won’t mind.”
His gut tightened. The last thing he wanted to do was to impose on someone he didn’t know, even if she was Carlo’s sister. At this rate, he’d prefer a hotel with a lift. “Don’t worry about it, please, Simone. I’ll manage.”
She shook her head as she pulled her mobile from her jeans pocket. “You’ll be going up and down these stairs the whole weekend and wish you’d never visited. Come down, Sarah!”
Simone stepped away as she made a call. He politely turned his back to give her privacy and studied an old Italian painting on the wall closest to him, trying to suppress the budding frustration at the situation he had no control over.
Simone spoke quietly for a minute then returned to him. “Yes, yes...See you soon. Love you too.” As she wrapped up the call she smiled at him, her embarrassment gone. “It’s all arranged. Carlo will talk to Julia, and he’ll be home soon.”
This time he got hold of his cabin bag before she could reach for it again.
“Come on, out to the cold again, I’m afraid.” She led them out of the front door. The pavement of the driveway continued on a path which disappeared into a sculpted garden. The path was wide enough for them to walk abreast, and Simone slowed her long strides to his pace, with Sarah twirling ahead of them. Statues hid in topiary alcoves of evergreen shrubs, and even in February, the garden was vibrant. About a hundred meters from the main house, the pathway opened to a modern building, which could hardly be described as a cottage.
The stark architectural design was in such contrast to his expectations that Chris laughed. “When you said cottage, I expected something different.”
“I know. They got me the first time around as well.” Simone chuckled as she took her daughter’s hand. “Carlo’s brother designed it. It’s Angelo’s dream house, but he’s in Tanzania managing the business there.”
Chris stopped for a moment to take it in. It was a single-story building, with the exception of a room which protruded over an outside sitting area, supported by nothing, floating in space. A glass-fenced swimming pool stretched the length of the house, catching the last
of the afternoon light. Outside lighting illuminated the house’s exterior, casting a warm glow over the concrete walls and veranda. “It’s impressive. Julia lives here alone?”
“Yes.” Pausing, Simone took a deep breath and sighed out a cloud of warm fog into the winter air. “She used to live with Carlo in the main house, but when we got married, she moved here.”
“Sounds fair enough.”
“She said she’ll look after Angelo’s place for him, but she could’ve stayed on with us. It’s not as if there is a lack of space around here.”
He sensed her hesitation, as if she wanted to tell him more, but at the last moment she swallowed her thoughts before they could slip off her tongue. The cold crept into his bones, and his muscles protested. Chris shifted all his weight to his good leg, a subtle movement which caught Simone’s attention.
“I’m sorry, here I ramble on and it’s so cold today. The main entrance is on the other side, but this is quicker.”
They navigated the enclosed swimming pool and Simone pulled open a sliding door to let him in.
The interior of the house was equally stark and rigid. A staircase was suspended off the wall, leading to the room which hung over the outside veranda.
“The stairs go to the master bedroom where Julia sleeps,” Simone said. “Angelo designed the house with the views in mind, and from up there they’re truly spectacular.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Chris eyed the stairs, which had no railing. He’d never suffered from vertigo, but the possibility of stumbling was a new reality he didn’t want to toy with.
“I’ll put your things in the first bedroom,” Simone said as she took his bag. “Don’t touch anything on the tables, Sarah. Julia is busy with a project which has taken over the lounge.”
He followed Sarah’s patter to the lounge. It was incongruous with the rest of the architectural splendor of the house. A shocking pink plastic doll’s house stood in one corner, next to a box overflowing with toys. Makeshift tables lined the walls, and cartons were stacked in alphabetical order on them. The lounge set was crammed into the window corner and the coffee table was piled high with glossy books.
He crossed to the tables where photos were laid out. The photos were older, taken in the seventies, early eighties. He idly fingered one of the photos; it was of a bull elephant with the longest tusks he’d ever seen.
“Don’t touch nothing,” a little voice peeped.
It came from under the table and he suppressed a chuckle. “I’m not touching anything, Sarah.” He kept his tone serious but wanted to laugh. “Promise.”
He cruised along the tables and paused at a photo layout of two men. They looked like brothers, smiling in several photos—in one leaning against a Land Rover, in another one of the men stood by a small aircraft with a bottle of champagne in his hand. A pile of typed notes was stacked next to it. He picked it up and started to read, when a sudden cold draft swept through the room, sending photos and notes aflutter.
“Good grief, where did that come from?” Simone came rushing from the corridor. “Don’t get anything mixed up, Julia has been working on this for months.”
He covered the quivering photos which threatened to take flight again with his hands and glanced to where Simone was closing the sliding door.
For the first time, he noticed the life-size black and white framed photograph of a dancer on the double volume wall in his peripheral. His breath caught as he took in the image. The dancer was dressed only in a heavy, long and voluminous black skirt, holding a pose with her back to the photographer, arms and hands poised in ballerina grace above her head, her left leg raised to shoulder height, balancing en pointe on the right. Her dark hair was curled into a loose bun, leaving her back naked. She was topless, the muscles of her arms and back flexed in equal grace and strength.
The visual was strikingly beautiful and utterly erotic, making his heart beat in double pace. The idea that she could turn and reveal the fullness of her breasts stirred him to his core, and his groin responded. His body pulsed with desire. God, he wished he had taken that photo. It had been ages since he’d experienced such an intense reaction to an image.
This was what every photographer wanted to create—emotions—whether the emotion was desire or something else. In an instant, all inspiration flooded back to him, and his hands itched empty without a camera.
He wanted to photograph that dancer, every inch of her. And keep the photos to himself.
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Julia stared at the brochure of their picture-perfect tropical island resort and suppressed the nausea churning in her stomach. It was a lovely brochure, but the photos were dated. Refurbishments had changed many things at their lodges in the past year. She was responsible for the new marketing campaign, which included an updated website and
coffee table photo book. Capturing the beauty of Carlevaro’s East Africa lodges on paper wouldn’t be easy, and the thought of the task ahead twisted her stomach in a knot of stress.
The photo shoots were due to begin in two weeks, and she still hadn’t signed up a photographer. The contract for Matthias Schmidt had been burning a hole in her desk the past week. Schmidt was the perfect fit for Carlevaro International, but Carlo still hadn’t approved the contract.
Carlo was half the problem.
In frustration, she tossed the Carlevaro Private Island brochure to the corner of her desk, where it missed a line of empty espresso cups by an inch and slid to the floor. Her older brother ruled Carlevaro and had vetoed every photographer she’d proposed.
Yes, no ordinary photographer would do for their book—they needed a name, preferably a famous one. But if they kept on banging heads over who the photographer should be her project wouldn’t take off, never mind meet the deadline. As if that was an option—they’d paid a ludicrous deposit for the book’s launch event: a gala dinner at the annual International Travel Market in London. Invitations had left the building a month ago. Five hundred of their top safari agents and the who’s who of the tourism industry would be there. They would present the new website, and the photo book had to be there, tangible, beautiful, and doing justice to the Carlevaro founders, her father and her uncle, and the
heritage they’d left them.
Her stomach settled in a nauseating twist; the sensation had become a permanent fixture because it was more than that. This book would make or break her, not only her fragile standing in the family business but the very essence of her being, which balanced precariously on a narrow, trembling surface.
For a moment she closed her eyes. Beyond this project, there was nothing if she didn’t prove herself. She cupped her hands to her mouth, taking in deep, slow breaths. On each exhale she let her inner voice calm her, counting, conscious of the number of days,
then repeating that she’d be fine.
A knock on her open office door made her jerk up her head.
Carlo stood in the door, pulling on his coat. “Come on, Julia. Call it a day.”
“What?” She glanced at the time on her computer screen. It was only three in the afternoon, and it might be Friday, but she still hadn’t sent Schmidt’s contract to him. Her to-do list was longer than her arm, and she added more things to it daily, while hardly ticking anything off.
“Chris Summers arrived from London and is at the house.”
The name rang a bell, but she couldn’t place it.
“Who?”
“An old schoolmate of mine from the UK. He’s visiting for the weekend.”
“And?” She had no idea how this impacted her. She liked her weekends clean and simple. Firstly, a good few hours of dancing each morning, and for the rest, she pottered around with Sarah, or worked on the bane of her existence: The Book Project.
“Come on.” Carlo had finished pulling on his coat and was playing with his car keys.
She hadn’t stirred. “I still have so much to do—the contract for Matthias Schmidt, which you still haven’t signed, by the way, must be sent off today.” Julia rummaged through some papers on her desk to look for the contract. “Now that you’re here, can we deal with
it?”
 “I’m not signing it now. Let’s go.”
Why did she sense he was never going to sign Schmidt’s contract? And why did her car need to be in for a service right now? Since Carlo got married to Simone and she’d moved out of his space, any dependence on him grated on her. Recalling how she’d leaned on him in the past made her want to bury her head in shame.
“You need a break, Julia. Burning out is not going to get this project done.” Carlo walked into her office and hovered. He probably wanted to pull her physically from her desk by the hand, but he would never touch her. Since that horrible night five years ago, any physical contact with Carlo had become the ultimate no-go zone.
“In any case, you need to come and meet Chris. He’s staying with you.”
What? This was news. “With me? Whatever for?”
The old family house where Carlo lived in Rome’s Appia Antica had room aplenty. She was in no mental space to share her house with a male, never mind an unknown one.
“Simone phoned me. Chris can’t do the stairs so I promised her I’d speak to you about him staying with you instead.” Carlo sighed. “Now that I’ve spoken to you, can we go?”
She frowned, piqued at both Carlo’s overbearing attitude and the fact that this Chris “can’t do the stairs.” Why ever not? But...if Chris couldn’t do the stairs in Carlo’s house, there was no way he’d be able to take the stairs in her house. He’d be on the ground floor
only. She could live with that. It was only for the weekend.
Huffing out a sigh, she put the contract for Schmidt to the side, stood and gathered her handbag and coat. “Is he one of your Eton cronies?”
“Yes. He didn’t finish school at Eton, but we’ve always kept in touch.”
Well then.
At least Chris Summers would be acting the gentleman, if nothing else.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Twisted Surprise by Emery Jacobs blitz with Xpresso Book Tours.


Twisted Surprise
Emery Jacobs
(A Twisted Fate Christmas Novella)
Publication date: November 15th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
Or at least it’s supposed to be. With the holidays quickly approaching, Jovie is looking forward to spending some quality time with her boyfriend Jack.
First a family Thanksgiving in Brownsboro, Georgia with her parents, followed by a magical Christmas with their friends back in Houston.
But Jack’s disappearing act leaves Jovie wondering if their relationship will even survive the holidays.
Ready for a Twisted Surprise? Unwrap this romantic Christmas tale to find out what Jack’s been hiding!
EXCERPT:
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Jack whispers, his warm breath dancing across the skin below my ear.
I rub my eyes, turn my head to face him, and smile. “Merry Christmas.”
His fingers skim across my bare arm then slide in between mine, squeezing my hand gently.
“Did you sleep good?”
I nod. “Yeah, actually I did.” I don’t remember much after drifting off to sleep last night, which I usually equate to a good night’s sleep.
“How about you? Was the couch good to you?” I motion toward the small sofa beside the bed and cringe. There is no way anyone could sleep well on that tiny thing, but knowing Jack, he’ll lie and say he did just so I won’t feel bad that he stayed the night.
He barks out a laugh before rubbing his neck. “I slept better than I have in years.”
“I doubt that.” I hesitate for a second. “But thank you… for staying.”
“You couldn’t have made me leave even if you wanted to.”


Author Bio:
Emery grew up in Southern Arkansas and has lived most of her adult life in Northern Louisiana.
She spends her days working as a Nurse Practitioner in rural health and her nights reading, writing, and occasionally sleeping.
She loves real life romance…lots of angst and heartbreak, but always a happy ending.

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Just Alex by Angela Flowers blitz with Xpresso Book Tours.


Just Alex
Angela Flowers
Publication date: November 15th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Xander Stone is one of the hottest popstars in the world. His songs are on every radio station. His face graces the cover of every top magazine, especially the tabloids.
Everyone adores him.
Except me.
I hate him.
Xander Stone took away the one person I care about more than anything. My best friend.
Oh, and the real kicker? Xander Stone is my best friend. At least he was at one time. Back when he was just Alex.
EXCERPT:
silhouetted figure stepped on stage. The lights snapped on and there he was. For a split second, I saw my Alex, then his lips curved into his trademark Xander smile, the music started, and he began to sing. My eyes followed him as memories of the boy he used to be saturated my mind, drowning me in a sea of grief all over again.
“He’s brilliant, isn’t he?” Lena asked.
Unable to drag my eyes from the stage, I nodded. He really was. I should be happy for him, and I wanted to be, but I couldn’t stop the sadness from overshadowing it all.
I missed my friend.
Don’t get me wrong, I was proud of his success. I’d always known he was meant to be more — famous even. Hell, I’d been his number one supporter, yet I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some resentment. I missed my friend and hated that Xander Stone had taken him away from me.
All around me people cheered, danced, and screamed Xander’s name, driving home the painful truth. Our lives were dramatically different now. He was a famous singer living on the road, visiting a different city or country each night, and I was a simple college student sharing an apartment with my roommate. He went to elaborate parties where people sipped expensive champagne from crystal flutes, while I attended the occasional campus party where people drank cheap beer and vodka from plastic cups.
Choking back a sob, I excused myself before blindly making my way out onto the main concourse, where I leaned back against the cement wall. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. When I opened them again, I spotted a merchandise kiosk and found myself taunted by Xander Stone’s face on tee shirts, hats, and hoodies.
“Sade?”
I turned to Drew, who was now standing beside me.
“Hey,” I croaked.
“You okay?” he asked as his sea-green eyes searched my face.
“Not really.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Then how about a drink?” He took my hand and led me to the nearest vendor.
I took the soda he held out to me and took a long sip, letting the cool liquid soothe my aching throat.
“So,” he said casually, “what do you think of our boy? He’s come a long way, hasn’t he?”
Forcing a smile, I said, “He was born for this but we always knew that.”
“It’s still surreal isn’t it?” He glanced at me as we stopped in front of the black curtain separating us from the rest of the arena. “Lena will get a kick out of partying with the guys after the show, you know. Talk about a dream birthday celebration.”
Nodding, I shuffled my feet as the need to move became too much.
He was right; Lena would have a blast. Plus, I knew he was excited about spending time with Alex even though the two of them still talked on a regular basis.
When I’d first found out that I was the only one Alex seemed to have forgotten about I’d been hurt, but I’d gotten over it when it became clear that a ‘regular basis’ meant something completely different to guys. Apparently, a short text every couple of months was enough for them to keep their friendship intact.
“Hey, it’s going to be fine,” Drew said. “You can do this. Even though he’s famous now, he’ll always be just Alex to us.”
That was where he was wrong. Alex was never going to be ‘just Alex’ again.


Author Bio:
Angela Flowers is an Indie Author who lives in Virginia with her husband, two sons, and three dogs. Her love for writing began when she was a child. If she wasn't curled up with a book somewhere, she was crafting her own stories with pen and paper. She followed her passion through college, where she earned a BA in Creative Writing.
When she isn't writing or homeschooling her two boys, she enjoys reading, listening to music, watching TV and spending time with her family.
Angela's first book, Silver Linings, was published in February 2015. The second installment, Catch Perfect was also released in 2015, followed by Masquerade in 2016 and Fool's Paradise in 2019.

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Thursday, November 14, 2019

Blog Tour Spotlight : Crime and Periodicals by Nora Everly

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Crime and Periodicals, an all-new sweet and swoony romance from Nora Everly, is available now!

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In Green Valley, Tennessee everybody knows everybody, but nobody knows Sabrina Logan.
Sabrina has been hiding in plain sight for years. Living her life inside of books, dutifully helping her family, and hoping no one will notice her. So far? Mission accomplished!
Yet when sexy—and distrustful—sheriff, Wyatt Monroe returns to town with his daughters, he definitely notices the quiet librarian everyone else overlooks. The single dad can’t seem to shake thoughts of shy Sabrina. Without quite understanding the impulse, Wyatt makes his mission finding her again, so he can . . . well, he’ll just have to reckon with that later.
What Wyatt discovers is a woman who trusts too easily, but who’s afraid to live. Trust doesn’t come easily to Wyatt. But living? That’s never been a problem.
And he’d sure like to show her how.
'Crime and Periodicals' is a full-length contemporary romantic comedy, can be read as a standalone, and is book#2 in the Green Valley Library series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
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Excerpt
“Wow, he can dance,” I observed. I gasped when Wyatt’s hand on my waist slid up my side then up the underside of my arm to take my hand from his shoulder and link our fingers together. It was just like in Dirty Dancing, except I was facing him instead of away like in the movie. His grin grew a little bit wicked right before he used both of my hands to turn me. His front was now at my back with our arms crossed in front of us. I felt his warm, hard body behind mine and I felt…way too much. Tingles covered every square inch of me. The air felt different against my skin; I was burning up. His chin dipped low to rest on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear. His breath ruffled the hair against my neck, and I shivered. “Yes,” I whispered. Then I nodded in case he didn’t hear me. I felt his stubbled jaw graze the side of my face and I began to experience heretofore unknown feelings. My perception of what was possible for my life shifted. My brain had disengaged, and I floated along on pure sensation. We rocked side to side like that—closer than I’d ever been to anyone in my life. His chest rose and fell against my back as his arms tightened around me and he sighed against my hair. The last of my conscious thoughts dissolved and I succumbed to pure feeling. His body moving against mine became my world. His hands in mine kept me tethered, lest I float away on this cloud of sensation that was gradually becoming overwhelming. I had never felt anything like this. I never even thought feelings like this were possible in real life. In romance novels, sure. But to feel such contentment laced with giddiness right now was something I had not expected. Before I could succumb to the spreading tingles and dwindling brain power and embarrass myself, he raised our arms up high and twirled me around and around underneath them. I giggled and squealed. Apparently, I was that girl—a squealy, laughing, girly girl. But maybe we were all that girl in the right circumstance. He was right. I did not need to know how to slow dance when I was with him. We danced close; so close his knee was between my legs. I delighted at the feel of his soft, warm skin when he placed one of my hands on the back of his neck. He moved his free hand low on my waist, hooking his thumb in my belt loop to guide me in slow, small circles over our spot on the dance floor, then back and forth using his hands to push me out and pull me back into his body. He coaxed me where I needed to go. I felt weightless and graceful. The whole bar and everyone in it disappeared until it was just us dancing together, bathed in the moonlight filtering in through the high windows, and the little lights—so much like stars—illuminating the dance floor with their tiny rays. As the song ended, he spun me out and then back up against his body to dip me low with his arm wrapped tight around my waist. He grinned down at me with those gorgeous lips and beautiful chocolate brown eyes and I—I would never forget this moment—not ever.

About Nora Everly
Nora Everly is a lifelong bookworm. She started reading the good stuff once she grew tall enough to sneak the romance novels off the top of her mother’s bookshelf and it has been non-stop ever since.
Once upon a time she was a substitute teacher and an educational assistant. Now she’s a writer and stay at home mom to two small humans and one fat cat.
Nora lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family and her overactive imagination.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2019

★COVER REVEAL★ HAWK By Heidi McLaughlin



Title: Hawk ( The Boys of Summer #4) 
Author: Heidi McLaughlin 
Genre: Sports Romance Release Date: November 19, 2019 





It’s another season of Renegade baseball and, as they say, the boys are back in town. All except for all-star pitcher, Hawk Sinclair, who has returned to his hometown and back to the ranch he grew up on to rehab after shoulder surgery. Real estate agent, Bellamy Patrick, feels like she’s failing at being a single mom. Her son is having a hard time fitting in and she’s hoping that playing baseball will be the answer. When he doesn’t make the team, she’s willing to do anything to help him... except that! And that’s exactly what the little league coach expects.  When Hawk’s asked to coach a team of misfit kids, he balks...until he sees how the program is run and how boys are left out. That’s when he knows he has no choice but to do the right thing and turn these boys into the players he knows they can be.

                          



Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.
When she's isn't writing one of the many stories planned for release, you'll find her sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.
Heidi's first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Roth, in theaters January 19, 2018. 
To stay connected with Heidi visit www.facebook.com/authorheidimclaughlin  or heidimclaughlin.com
 




COVER REVEAL - Beefcakes by Katana Collins




Title: Beefcakes
Author: Katana Collins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Julianne Burke, Heart to Cover
Cover Art: Sean Murphy
Release Date: March 24, 2020



Blurb

I might as well permanently add the label "Ex" to my name. I'm an Ex-Mr. Universe. Ex-Mr. Olympus. An Ex-Hollywood Stuntman. But no one from my small hometown cares anything about that. They only care that I'm the ex-boyfriend to the beloved Mayor's daughter, Elaina Dyker.

And now, ten years later, I'm back, helping my siblings run my mother's bakery while she takes on chemo. What should have been a routine cupcake delivery turns into utter chaos when the bachelorette party thinks I'm a stripper. And what's worse? Elaina is the maid of honor.

But the meme about us sure went viral fast. My small hometown has become positively infested with tipsy bridesmaids looking for my erotic cupcakes.

Now Hollywood's knocking again--and this time they want me and my ex, Mr. Beefcake, and Ms. Prude, to star in a reality show.

It could solve all my problems—except her.







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Author Bio

I love coffee.
As an author and a story-teller, it is the lifeblood to which my ideas take flight. And I believe in giving credit where credit is due. Occasionally someone (ie – my husband) will try to secretly switch out my beloved regular coffee for decaf. I always know the difference. ALWAYS (I’m looking at you, SEAN).
I am incapable of achieving the perfect ponytail. I’m dyslexic. I can never wear white without spilling on myself. And I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice (gasp!).
When I was younger and stole my mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight (seriously, did we ALL do this? I think we did.), I wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… give me the bad boy on a motorcycle.
So, now, I write those romance novels I craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. I spend my days in the throes of my imagination and am loving every minute of it. I can travel anywhere and become anyone I want to be. One day, I’m a mechanic in Boston and the next, I’m a vampire stripping in Las Vegas.
Since penning my first novel back in 2012, I’m now an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres–(Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).
After living for a decade in Brooklyn, NY, I took the plunge and moved to beautiful (although kinda chilly) Portland, Maine. I now live full time in ‘Vacationland’ with a kind of mean cat, a mellow chihuahua, and a very NOT mellow lab-pittie mix. Oh, yeah… there’s a husband who draws comics somewhere in that mix, too.
I can usually be found in a coffee shop with my nose in my laptop wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
I love connecting with readers and fellow sassy storytellers, so feel free to drop me an email at katana.collins@gmail.com or connect with me on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter (@katanacollins). You can find a list of my available books over on my Bookshelf or if you’ve already read a book, it would make my day if you wrote a review!


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