Thursday, December 5, 2019

Cover Reveal - A Mad Reed Security Christmas by Giulia Lagomarsino

A Mad Reed Security Christmas
Giulia Lagomarsino
(Reed Security, #20)
Publication date: December 18th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
Because Daddy set out traps to catch those f^@kers
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that grenades would soon be in there
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of weapons danced in their heads
And Mama in her nightie and I in my boxers
Had just settled down for a fun night together
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to grab my Sig Sauer
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Covered my junk and threw Mama her pants…

Author Bio:
I'm a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, "No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book." I didn't think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn't already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven't been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.


Release Day Blitz - The LineUp - Meghan Quinn


THE LINEUP by Meghan Quinn

Release Date: December 5th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Want to know a secret? It's about that girl over there. Don’t look, but she’s the one in the power suit—with the long, black hair and the serious expression, the one I’m about to go on a date with . . . Yeah, according to her, she “accidentally” donated an obscene amount of money to my charity — The Lineup — to win said date but I found out the truth. Miss. Button Up Blouse has a secret, passionate crush on me. I didn’t know her name until two days ago, despite the friends we have in common. Was I oblivious? Probably. Was I blind to it? Definitely. But I’m no fool, I see it now. The High Heel Harlot wants more than just a date with Jason Orson, she wants to be able to claim the best butt in baseball as hers. Here's another secret . . . she has no idea I know. 


It isn’t in my nature to cry over burnt ham, but here I am, tearing up like a jackass, because the meal I’ve been reluctantly slaving over for the past four hours is two shades away from charred dust. I had it all planned out. The timing was right, the recipes perfected, the table decorated with impeccably folded napkins that impersonated angelic swans, and polished silver that I scrubbed for an hour until I could see my balls in the reflection. Nothing says polished silverware like a spoon that gives you a clear upside-down view of your gonads. But even with countless hours of preparing this feast, naked as the day I was born with only an apron to cover my man-loins, I still ended up with a scorched ham doused in fire extinguisher agent because somehow, the damn thing caught on fire. Imagine this, a grown-ass man—no, not just a grown-ass man, but a man at the fresh age of twenty-eight, built like a linebacker with buttocks you can bounce rocks off . . . thanks to squatting for a living—dancing around the kitchen on his twinkle toes, arms flailing with pink and white potholders attached to his hands, screaming like a banshee, as flames light up the Jenn-Air double oven where the brown sugar and pineapple ham resided. Are you seeing it? Add the imagery of said man naked, dick and balls harmoniously bouncing in panic while the apron his “girlfriend” got him that says Eat my food, Lick my dick, unravels in the fit to unleash the fire extinguisher. That was me . . . a minute ago. Frantic, screaming, and all in all losing any last shred of my man card I had left. It’s why I’m currently weeping like a nitwit into the flaps of my apron, wondering where I went wrong. If we’re going to be honest with each other—and I would like to establish honesty with you—I’ll admit, I’ve always leaned toward the sensitive side. You know, the cuddly grizzly bear. Big and intimidating but a fucking gooey butterball heart on the inside. Tell me a love story. I’ll listen the crap out of it. The Bachelor? Why yes, that’s one of my favorite shows. Do I smile when sharing a candlelit dinner with myself, followed by a nice long soak in a bubble bath while Enya—the fucking goddess of all voices—plays in the background? I sure as shit do. But if some ignorant asswipe gets in my face on the ball field, stirring up trouble, I’m the first to lay a fist across his jaw and the first to be thrown out of a game. And I’m not even sorry about it. People are arriving in an hour. I’m vulnerable as fuck with my bare ass resting against the cold white-oak floor of my girl’s apartment, while a lonely tear streams down my freshly shaven cheek. I have no main dish, and the apartment smells like burnt rabbit turd. Why am I in this hopeless predicament? Because of one person. One single person who flipped my life upside down. A bombshell in a suit, a ravenous sex-fiend in the sheets, a classy and sophisticated tight-ass in the boardroom. She’s a knockout who’s always on my mind. She’s the girl you do things for, that you never thought you’d ever do . . . Like cook a fancy-as-fuck four-course meal for her and her business associates while practicing interesting conversational starters to ensure the night flows smoothly. Back in college, I might have been referred to as the mother hen of the boys. I might have cooked at least two meals a week for the guys in the loft, and yeah, I was the ironing wizard, the one everyone turned to, to get out the most stubborn wrinkles. The title has carried on over the years, but my creativity in the kitchen has dwindled with the lack of time, my ironing is now done by my apartment keeper once a week, and the fresh flowers scattered around my place? They’re more dead now than alive. My point—I’m not the lady of the house I used to be. But I’ve been getting back into the swing of it. So when my girl asked me to perform the impossible feat of an intimate dinner for four, I should have ordered in, tossed everything in serving dishes, and called it a night. But nooooooooo, I had to attempt to be a goddamn hero and try to cook everything myself. And all for what? For one girl? No. Not just one girl. The girl who owns my balls, who has a grip so tight on them that if she asked me to bellow out my ABCs in soprano while swirling my finger around my belly button . . . I would. Who is this girl that has brought me to the brink of boo-boo smush bear insanity and caused me to weep like a schoolgirl in the corner of the apartment? There’s only one lady with more than enough ovaries to buckle the knees of the mighty Jason Orson. The one and only Dorothy “Dottie” Domico.


About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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Volatile Love by Dani René blitz with Xpresso Book Tours.

Volatile Love
Dani René
(The Gilded Sovereign #2)
Publication date: December 5th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

From USA Today Bestselling Author Dani René comes the second book in the bestselling Gilded Sovereign Series. A new adult romance filled with violence, blood, and a lot of steam!
I want to be Rukaiya’s hero, but she’s made it clear she can take care of herself. Her fire burns me. Her fierce nature lures me in. She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I want her to devour me. She enjoys defying me and I love to taunt her.
I always get the girl.
Every. Single. Time.
And this time is no different.
He’s trying to be my knight in shining armor, but I don’t need him to be. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. Etienne doesn’t give up easily. He’s adamant to change my mind. Only, he doesn’t realize that being with me could get him killed.
As I push, he pulls, and one of us is about to get wounded.
Secrets. Desire. Violence.
Our love is volatile.
When secrets are spilled, nobody is safe.

Author Bio:
Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.


Hung Up on You by Marie Landry Cover Reveal

Hung Up on You
Marie Landry
Publication date: January 14th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Julia is single and happy, thank you very much. Try telling that to her happily-coupled bestie, though. She’s so determined to pair Julia off, she brings an extra guy friend along on a weekend getaway, in what’s clearly a set-up attempt. Julia’s interest is immediately piqued by sweet, sexy, nerdy Zack. There’s just one problem: he’s still hung up on his ex. Big time.
Despite knowing that – and despite her attraction to him – it doesn’t stop her friends from throwing them together every other second, insisting they’d make the perfect couple. But Julia is determined to friend zone him. At least until he suggests they pretend to date to get their respective friends off their backs.
At first, their fake “dating” is more friendship than fireworks. But as they get closer, the lines begin to blur between them, and Julia realizes she has to either shut down her developing feelings for Zack or let him in. The question is: can she fully trust him with her heart? Or does his heart still belong to his ex?

Author Bio:
Marie Landry's life revolves around books; when she's not writing them, she's reading them, taking pictures of them for bookstagram, or blogging about them. An avid reader from a young age, she loves getting lost in characters' worlds, whether they're of her own making or someone else's. She particularly loves coming-of-age stories with as much of an emphasis on self-discovery as on romance...but don't leave out the romance!
When not doing bookish things, Marie can be found daydreaming (in general, but often about traveling through Europe), marathon-watching shows on Netflix, and taking photographs. She lives in a cozy apartment in Ontario, Canada with the best roommate ever, and only sometimes imagines it's actually a flat in London.


Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Jackson by Tracie Podger: Promo Blitz.

Jackson by Tracie Podger
Available Free with Kindle Unlimited!
Jackson “It’s time to get my shit together. Time to tell her that I love her. Time to right wrongs and put the past behind me. But I have an addiction, one that haunts me, that takes over my body and mind. One that leaves scars.” Summer “It’s time to get my shit together. Time to tell him that I love him. Time to move on from my past. But he has an addiction, one that scares me, one that I don’t feel capable of dealing with.” Jackson - Son of a wealthy, abusive man finds peace in art. Whether that art is on his body or walls, it gives him an outlet. Summer – A woman in mourning, finds peace in the arms of her friend. Together they can fight their demons, they can put the past behind them – or can they? Can two broken people have the love they both desire? Or will dangerous, harmful outlets and loss forever consume them? Angsty romance for over 18’s. This novel contains scenes that could be a trigger for some. Please feel free to contact the author or refer to the Trigger Warning section on the author’s website – www.TraciePodger.com
Jackson – Excerpt 
Her sobs had quietened as the room darkened. We were lying on her bed, and although it had been six months, her grief and anger still overwhelmed her. With every sob I’d listened to, my heart had broken just a little more. I had her wrapped in my arms; her head was resting on my shoulder and my t-shirt was sodden with her tears. Her breathing had deepened and I knew she had finally dropped off to sleep. Each night I’d lain with her, each day I’d sat with her. She was my best friend, but one I was in love with.
I breathed in deep the scent of her hair, the saltiness of her tears, and the pain she was going through. I wanted to turn back the clock; I wanted to absorb all her hurt but I couldn’t. Each day, it was getting harder and harder to conceal my feelings from her. As she turned in my arms to place her back against my chest, I curled into her. I wouldn’t sleep, I couldn’t. The feelings coursing through my body, hatred for her situation, love for her, and an overwhelming desire to fuck her, had my nerves on edge and my skin itch. For months, I’d been able to control my needs, but it was becoming more difficult. I had to make a choice, a very difficult one. I had to leave her, and that decision would destroy me.
I’d never loved a woman before; I thought I was incapable of that. The emotion needed to love had been taken away from me at a very early age. But the feelings she produced, feelings she was completely unaware of, were fucking with my brain, and I was getting dangerously close to revealing who I really was: one fucked up individual. One fucked up individual, who was about to get worse after receiving a text from someone I’d been hiding from.
I gently slid my arm from under her neck and rolled to the edge of the bed. Her alarm clock showed it to be early morning already. As I stood and looked down at her, I heard her murmur my name and a tear rolled down my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
No matter that my brain was telling my legs to move, for a moment my heart was keeping them still. Was I doing the right thing? I crept to the bedroom door and hesitated, taking one last look at her before I left. In my mind it wasn’t forever, I just needed to get my shit together. I needed to be honest with her and tell her how I felt, but I was scared it was too soon. I was terrified of her rejection and of tarnishing our friendship. If I couldn’t have her, the way I wanted, I’d take whatever she offered, but right at that moment, I was about to combust.
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Meet the Author
Tracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. Shes a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.
Tracie likes to write in different genres. Her Fallen Angel series and its accompanying books are mafia romance and full of suspense. A Virtual Affair, Letters to Lincoln and Jackson are angsty, contemporary romance, and Gabriel, A Deadly Sin and Harlot are thriller/suspense. The Facilitator is erotic romance.
Books by Tracie Podger
Fallen Angel, Part 1
Fallen Angel, Part 2
Fallen Angel, Part 3
Fallen Angel, Part 4
Fallen Angel, Part 5
Fallen Angel, Part 6
The Fallen Angel Box Set
Evelyn - A novella to accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Rocco  A novella to accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Robert  To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Travis  To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Taylor & Mack  To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
Angelica  To accompany the Fallen Angel Series
A Virtual Affair  A standalone
Gabriel  A standalone
The Facilitator  A standalone
A Deadly Sin  A standalone
Harlot  A standalone
Letters to Lincoln  A standalone
Jackson  A standalone
The Freedom Diamond  A novella
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COVER REVEAL - Capturing Her by Jessika Klide

Title: Capturing Her
Series: Siri's Heart #13
Author: Jessika Klide
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Jessika Klide
 Release Date: TBA


International entertainer, Siri Wright walks away from her dancing gig as the headlining stripper “Seary” at Been Jammin’s Gentleman’s Club in Vegas. Although, she isn’t walking away from the spotlight entirely. Having signed a contract to be the star in a new Cirque du Soleil show, the now Mrs. Maximus Aurelius Moore knows she is living a life other people only dream of. 

But celebrity status comes with a target on your back, and Sin City is a dangerous place to live. Nearly losing Siri once, Aurei decides they will reside in Alabama and commute back and forth to Vegas when she performs.

Living at home in Alabama, the newlyweds are lulled into a false sense of security. Unbeknownst to them, Aurei’s stalker has suffered a psychotic break and turns her delusional obsession to have Aurei, onto Siri.

Find out what happens as the insanity unfolds in this fast-paced, action-packed, romantic suspense, standalone thriller by Amazon Bestselling Author, Jessika Klide.

The twist and turns will shock you! The love and devotion will humble you! The ending will have you gasping for breath!

Capturing Her is a MUST READ! A guaranteed binge book you won’t be able to put down. Preorder now! When it hits retailers, you don’t want to be avoiding spoilers, because EVERYONE will be talking about Capturing Her!


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My phone goes off as Siri and I enter the parking garage. It is Brutus, her bodyguard. I pause letting her go ahead as I lift it and answer. “Moore here.”
“Good morning. Are you on the move yet?” He asks.
“Affirmative.” I answer as Siri walks to the car with her perfect ass twitching from side to side.
“You haven’t told her, have you?”
He chuckles. “She’s with you?”
“Affirmative.” I tell him as I watch Siri stop at the car and look back at me. I give her a head nod, and she waits, knowing I want to open her door for her.
“She’s going to flip out, you know.”
I chuckle at that. “That’s affirmative.”
“I hate I can’t be there to see her reaction. Video it if you can.”
"I will."
“Billy is expecting you.”
“Thanks, man.”
“No problem. Have a safe trip back to Alabama.”
“I’ll give you a heads up when her rehearsal schedule is confirmed and we will return.”
“Sounds good. In the meantime, I’ll make sure her security detail is trained and ready to go when her show starts.”
“Perfect. Call if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
“Moore, out here." I smile at my girl, my wife, my Wild Thang as I end the call and walk to the car. She’s one of a kind that’s for damn sure. To think that just a few days ago, she was fighting for her life at the hands of a drug addict…. I shake the thoughts of what could have happened out of my mind. They didn’t and that’s all that matters now. It was just a fluke thing. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She kept her cool, came out of it unharmed, and bounced back. Last night’s farewell performance as Seary proved that. She brought the house down! The out pouring of love and respect from her fans was proof that what I knew the first time I laid eyes on her was true. I recognized a gifted and talented dancer before me who moved with the elegance and poise of someone who should be dancing on a larger, grander scale. She was perfection in motion and now she’s about to step into the role of a lifetime. She’s going to be the star of Whitney Houston’s, I Will Always Love You, Cirque du Soleil show and she’s going to kill it!
Watching me approach her, she smiles so sweetly at me. To be such a tough girl, she’s so utterly sweet to her core. She loves everyone and doesn’t judge anyone. I’m so thankful I found her. She’s the light of my life. Until her, I lived in a state of hopelessness. Never believing I could love like others. My military bros nailed my call name Hard-Core. I was hard. Hard to my core. But this sweet Alabama girl changed all that. Siri Wright rescued me and I love her more than life itself. I don’t know what I would have done if anything would have happened to her.
Patiently waiting for me to open her door because I insist she let me, she flirts, devouring me with her twinkling eyes. Sex is always on her mind, and her hunger for me is insatiable. Fuck, I love that about her too. I can give her everything I have and she takes it all. She’s one hell of a woman.
I slide my arms around her and pull her curves against me. She tips her face to mine, puckering her lips wanting my kiss.    I place my lips on hers, knowing she’s going to be ecstatic with the security solution Brutus and I agreed was idea for her. She will be protected 24/7. No matter if we are in Vegas, Alabama, or Italy.
She’s smacks my lips and I let her go. I just have to keep her safe for the next year. When I open her door, she slides silently in, and I wait as she straps her seatbelt on. Then I walk around the front of the car and she hits the horn, making me jump. I roll my eyes. I should have expected that.
When I open the drivers door, she’s giggling at me. I get in, lean over, and get another peck from her playful lips. That’s my girl. Always happy. Enjoying life to the fullest. “I’m glad you’re in such a good mood.”
She grins wickedly back at me and says, “I’m feeling feisty.”
“Oh, snap.” I grin as I crank the car and back out.
When I pull onto the highway and head to the address Brutus sent, she asks. “What’s on the schedule today?”
“First, we have an appointment to pick out your new security system. A gun was a good idea, but obviously, it isn’t practical for you. Brutus and I agree you need something that is visibly a deterrent and you need to take it everywhere you go.”
She nods, knowing we have her back. Then her phone rings. She looks at it, then at me. Her eyes are big as saucers. “It’s Mama.”
I laugh as it keeps ringing and she simply stares at it. “Better answer it, Baby Thang.”
She raises it and says, “Hey Mama.”
For the next few minutes, I hear Siri give her mother and father the live version of the video we recorded and sent them announcing we were married. She tells them again who I am, how we met, that we love each other, and that yes, we are officially married. She grins at the dashboard and says, “Yes ma’am. I can’t breathe without him. You were right.” Then she grins at me and says, “Yes, he’s Zita and Bob’s boy.” She laughs, “Yes, ma’am. We will be home when you get there. We’ll talk about the celebration then. Okay. Love you too. Give each other a big hug from me. See ya soon.”
When she lowers the phone, she says, “They’ll be home at the end of next week.”
“Perfect,” I grin and know without any doubt she is totally okay with making our home in Alabama.
“So, this new security system … is it a taser or what?"
"Or what."
She smirks. “Oh, that’s how you’re going to play this?”
I laugh. “Affirmative. I want you going in completely open minded without any preconceived ideas.”
She puckers her lips. “You enjoy making me wait, don’t you?”
I laugh, “Yes.”
She pretends to growl at me. “You rascal. How far away are we?”
“About fifteen minutes. You can wait that long.”
She waits about two before she asks, “Can I assume it’s new technology then?”
“This particular model has only been on the market about 8 weeks."
“Wow. That’s not very long.” I hit the right turn signal, and she looks in that direction. “Does it come in different colors?”
“James will be upset if I have to wear something that doesn’t match perfectly with his costume designs.” She cuts her eyes at me. “James is very picky.”
“Trust me,” I smile. “James will be fine with whatever you choose.”
She sits in silence for another few minutes, looking around at  all the houses in the residential neighborhoods we are driving though, then asks, “Are you lost?”
“No, I know exactly where I am.” I grin. “As a matter of fact, I own about twenty houses in this subdivision.”
“Oh.” She perks up and starts to pay more attention now. “Does Kip manage them for you?”
“Yes, he and Bianca.”
“They are an interesting couple.”
“They’ve been with me for years.”
When I turn into the driveway, I tell her, “This is it.”
“Hmm.” She ponders out loud. “Are you sure Brutus gave you the right address?”
“Only one way to find out.” I open my door and get out. She sits patiently inside and waits for me to open her door, but her eyes are taking in every detail.
The front yard is small, and the house looks to have been built in the eighties. When I knock on the front door, a teenager girl opens it. She greets us and invites us inside. “You must be Mr. Moore?”
“Yes,” I answer and she steps back.
“Come in.”
When we walk inside, Siri is all eyes. She is scanning everything, curious as hell, and I smirk.
The girl takes us into the living room and says, “You can wait here. Dad will be just a minute.”
We sit on the couch, but before Siri can question the girl, a car pulls up and hits the horn. “Nice to meet you. Hope you find one you like.” Then she’s gone and Siri looks up at me.
“Well, looks like we are in the right place.”
“Yep.” I grin. 
While we wait, my Curious Thang points to the pictures and states the obvious. "He’s a police officer." She smirks. "Your kinda guy."
“Imagine that?“ I teaser her and she playfully shoves me.
Just then, Billy walks in and we both stand to meet him. He crosses the room with his hand outstretched and we each shake his, introducing ourselves. Without making any small talk, he steps back and says, "Right this way, folks."
I take my phone out and turn it on. She sticks her tongue out at me as I film her following him out of the house and across the lawn, heading to the building in the back. When we arrive, he pulls the door open and she steps through. Her face registers the shock, then she squeals and takes off. When she reaches the middle of the floor, she falls to her knees, holds her arms open wide, and sings, “Puppies!” Then she gets mobbed by six of the cuties little German Shepard puppies I’ve ever seen. Siri giggles as she tries to hold them all and it’s infectious, making Billy and I both chuckle along with her. Then she sits down on the floor, gets comfortable, and takes her time, picking them up, talking to their faces, and loving on them, then repeating the process.
I send Brutus the video with … “She’s a happy woman!”
He responds with a row of hearts.
Billy asks me while we watch Siri playing with the puppies, “Do you have a preference? Male or female?”
“No,” I answer, “It doesn’t matter to us. Whichever one she picks.”
“This litter has four males and two bitches.”
After a little while, the puppies lose interest and start to play with each other. All except one. One little black and gold puppy sits down next to Siri and watches them with her. When they come up and play, the puppy plays with them, but  as soon as they move away, the puppy returns to Siri’s side.
Billy leans over and says, “I think the little bitch has picked her.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Excuse me?”
He chuckles and gestures, “That’s one of the bitch puppies, and it looks like she’s picked your girl.”
Siri picks it up and holds it in front of her face, talks to it, and the puppy puts her paw on nose.
He chuckles. “Yup. She’s decided.” I laugh and he adds, “It happens that way more often than you think."
Siri kisses the puppy and tells us, “This one.” Then she stands and brings her over to meet me. I lean over and kiss my girl, then nuzzle the puppy. “Isn’t she sweet?” Siri asks me.
“Yes, she is.”
Billy tells us, “I have some papers for you to sign, and a few things to help her transit to your home, if you’ll follow me.”
We follow him into an office in the kennel. We settle up and he gives us the registration papers, some extra food, and a business card to bring the puppy back when she reaches the right age for obedience training.
When we are walking back to the car, Siri says, "You and your fucking secrets, Aurei Moore."
I chuckle. "I still have a few up my sleeve."
She turns her stunning smile on me and says, “You’re my hero, you know.”
I nod, knowing I would do anything for this woman. Anything! 
At the car, I open the door for my new family, help them in, buckle Siri up, then walk around and get in. When I slide in, Siri looks at me, “I’m ready to go home to Alabama.”
I lean over and give her a kiss. She’s my Every Thang.
When I crank the car, she takes her phone out, holds the puppy up between us and snaps a selfie. "I’m sending a picture to everyone I know of you, me and our little Angel."
"Is that her name?”
"Absofuckinglutely!” She states. “She’s my little Angel Thang."

Author Bio

I am an Amazon Bestselling Author. I've been interviewed by USA Today, Happily Ever After Blog, been on podcasts such as The V3TV Network with Vaughn Joseph, and quoted for relationship advice in Men's Health, Bustle, Prevention Magazine, Parade, YourTango, My Joy Online, StyleCaster, and The Real Daily. I proudly claim fans in 28 countries.

I live in LA ... Lower Alabama. The Deep South. In 1981, I married my high school sweetheart. Yes, it was love at first sight and our chemistry still rocks my world. I know I'm one of the lucky ones and thankful every day to be living happily ever after.

I know first hand that not all relationships have a rough beginning. Some start off with a bang! My goal is to make you laugh out loud and give you more than one happy ending. ;) Therefore, all of my books contain heavy doses of lust, laughter, and love. My heroes are strong alpha males that know what they want and when they find it, make it happen. My heroines, on the other hand, are strong-minded females, but may or may not submit easily. The back and forth banter is always epic.

I absolutely LOVE writing! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my stories, supporting my passion, and allowing me to live my dream. You may reach me at any time for any reason at JessikaKlide-Author@JessikaKlide.com. 

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