Friday, March 23, 2018

13 by Rhonda James #CoverReveal

Today we have the cover reveal of 13 by Rhonda James! We are so excited to share this sexy new romance with you! Check it out and pre-order your copy today!


Title: 13

Author: Rhonda James

Gennre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: May 11th


About 13:

“Fake it till you make it.”   A notion I once considered utterly ridiculous. Until one crazy night with a mysterious man resulted in a social media frenzy that had the entire entertainment industry talking.   Seems a fake marriage was just what my career needed to make Hollywood come knocking.   Convincing him to continue the charade was almost too easy. The chemistry between us made it impossible to keep my hands to myself. But it was all just pretend, right? Love was never in the script.   That is, until he re-wrote it.   13 Reasons You Should Stay:
  1. I’m crazy about you
  2. I make you laugh
  3. You totally dig me

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  Later that evening, I was in bed watching television when I heard a knock on my door. Two short raps before the door eased open and Sophie entered. Once inside, she leaned back against the wood and offered a small smile. Wearing only a long cotton shirt and fuzzy thigh high socks, she looked as though she was already dressed for bed. Why she came to my room at one in the morning—dressed this way—was anybody’s guess. Though, I had my suspicions. Now that she was inside she fidgeted as if she was nervous. Like she might be having second thoughts. It wouldn’t surprise me if she turned tail and ran. If I’d learned anything in my short time of knowing her, Sophie was a runner. I wasn’t worried, though. Something about the way she looked at me told me that—no matter how scared—her desire to be near me far outweighed those fears. Hands behind my head. Confident and totally relaxed. I allowed my gaze to travel the length of her petite frame, lingering a little longer on her naked thighs. The same thighs I’d had my hands on only a week ago. Fucking. Beautiful. I tried playing it cool. “You lost?” “Hardly,” she scoffed. Fussing with the hem of her shirt, “I just…I was hoping maybe we could talk.” I studied her once more. Face scrubbed free of makeup. Blonde hair piled on top of her head. Smooth, kissable skin. She caught me checking her out and tipped her head coyly and smiled. In that moment I knew that, if given the chance, this girl could destroy me. Then again, they say every man had his kryptonite. In a few short days it seemed as though Sophie Banks had become mine. “Sure. I guess. What did you want to talk about?” Sophie nibbled on her lip. Gaze darting between me and the door. Waiting. Reading her cues, I shifted over on the bed and patted the space beside me. Inviting her to join me. She wasted no time crawling up the mattress and snuggling under the crook of my arm. Making herself at home. Two words: Perfect. Fit. I buried my nose in her hair and took a deep breath. God, she smelled amazing. Like lavender and honey. “What’s up?” I pressed. “I had a nice time tonight,” she admitted quietly. “Dinner was yummy, too. Then, the walk on the beach was…nice.” I got the impression she was stalling. While I was all for laying next to her and shooting the shit, I also wanted her to feel comfortable asking me anything because it was obvious she had something specific on her mind. “I had a nice time too, Tiny, but why do I get the feeling that isn’t the only thing on your mind?” She raised herself up on one elbow and studied my face. For a few moments we sat in silence. It was hard to not be distracted by all the tanned skin on display. My eyes were immediately drawn to the way the collar of her shirt draped over one shoulder, revealing the column of her neck and the smooth line of her collarbone. I wanted to dip my head and kiss a path from the tip of her shoulder to the lobe of her right ear. As if that wasn’t enough to test me, her creamy thighs rested mere inches from my hand. A hand itching to stroke them. Tease the soft skin of her inner thigh with one finger tip until her legs parted. Granting access to the heated area nestled between them. Deep breaths, dude. Don’t let her see how turned on you are. She didn’t come here for sex. “I need a favor.” Please let it be sexual. “Remember the whole wedding thing?” She asked innocently. I gave her a look and she squirmed beside me. “Well, the next day my agent called. Apparently he’s been getting a lot of calls. Casting directors are taking notice.” “I don’t understand. What does that post have to do with any of this?” “It seems they like the idea of me being married. I guess it makes me seem more stable in their eyes.” “Stable?” I asked, still not making the connection. Sophie sighed a heavy sigh and pushed herself up to a seated position. “Last year I was a contestant on a reality show. While I was in the contestant house I did some things. Things I’m not entirely proud of. I guess my actions left a bad taste in many people’s mouths. The kind of people who make decisions for struggling actors such as myself. They considered me a loose cannon and my career has suffered from that lack in judgement. So, the fact they’re calling now is a pretty big deal.” “That’s great news. Right?” “I suppose.” She picked aimlessly at her socks and avoided looking me directly in the eye. “My agent thinks it would be best if I continued the charade. He believes that by posting more photos, and appearing in public together—as a couple—people will see that we are really in love.” My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. “We?” “Of course, ‘we,’” she smacked at my arm, “you’re the guy in the photo. It’s not as if I can go out and find another guy who looks like you and would be willing to play the part of my fake husband. I mean, I could, but that would take too much time. Time I don’t have.” “But we’re not actually ’in love.’” I held up my fingers and made air quotes. “Something about this doesn’t feel right. How will our pretending convince these people of anything? I’m not so sure I like the idea of you being someone’s pet project,” I grumbled. “I appreciate you trying to protect me, but I think you’re forgetting that I’m an actress. I’ve spent years portraying someone I’m not. Besides, in this case love is just an illusion. All we have to do is stage the photos properly and people will read into it what they want.” My hand brushed across her thigh and she shivered at my touch. Scooting closer, she leaned forward. bracing her palms on the mattress. From this angle I could see down her shirt. See the valley between her breasts. Breasts that weren’t too big or too small. Just the right size for my palm. Dark nipples, erect and begging to be licked and sucked. “What do you say? Are you up for playing the part of my husband a little longer? I’d be willing to pay you, if that would help sway your decision.” “Fuck that,” I growled. Tore my gaze away. “No way in hell I’m letting you pay me to pretend to be in love with you.” “You have to let me offer you something. Please, Jared. I can’t do this without you.” When she peered up at me with those magnificent blue eyes, how could I say no? Hollywood was the dream of every aspiring actress. If all it took to make her happy was continuing the charade, consider me a married man. “Aw, shucks. What the hell. I mean, it’ll be a burden but I think I can tough it out. Unless a better offer comes along,” I leaned back on my arm and dropped her a wink. “Oh, you are so smug.” She swatted at my chest, laughing. “Thank you. This means everything to me.” I bopped the tip of her nose with my finger, “No problem, Tiny.” And it really wouldn’t be a hardship. In reality it was a win-win. She would get her ‘husband.’ I’d walk away with an endless supply of one on one time and an excuse to kiss her whenever I wanted. But I drew the line at her paying me. What the fuck was that about anyhow? It was as if she was oblivious to my attraction to her. Either that or she wasn’t interested—a notion I found hard to believe. She’d looked so cute when she asked. Nervous. Stumbling over her words as if she was actually afraid I would turn her down. As if I could. Based on the reason for her request, I could understand why it had been hard for her to ask. What she failed to understand was I had been on board with this crazy scheme from the beginning. Seriously, how hard could it be? Pose for a few pictures. When we were together in public we needed to pretend we were crazy hot for each other. Pfft. Like that was going to be a challenge. One look at her and I had a raging boner. Pretending to want her would not be a stretch. “Question,” she announced out of the blue. “Since you’re my ‘husband’ and all, what should I call you? What I mean is, I met you as Jared but your friends call you Hawk. I’ll admit I feel a little left out. If we’re going to do this I want to be part of your world. I really want us to be friends.” Friends. I reached up, threading my fingers with hers. “Friends? Is that all? I only ask because that first night I felt a connection between us. If we’re going to be spending all this time together I think it’d be a shame not to act on that attraction at some point in time. Don’t you?” I’m going to pause right here and make it known that in no way did I mean I wanted to bang her right then and there. Something inside told me right now she was far too vulnerable. If we fucked now it’d be like me taking advantage of her. But my sassy, southern sweetheart seemed to have other plans. Plans that included a lot of kissing. And a helluva lot of body parts touching. “You have no idea how happy I am you said that first,” she declared breathlessly. With Ninja-like moves, Sophie stripped the blanket from my body and I couldn’t help smiling at the look on her face when she discovered I was only wearing boxers. She took her time in her appraisal. Taking in the definition of my chest and abs. By no means was I a bulky guy, but I worked out regularly. Running helped me relax. Well, that and sex. Most people wouldn’t realize, but being up on stage was an intense workout and there were nights when I played for a solid three hours, and my guitar wasn’t light—especially when I switched to playing the double neck. My muscles were long and lean, like rest of me, and her gaze paused on the bulge in my briefs. The one that grew with every second she kept staring. I thought about my sweet Mamaw. My sisters. Baseball stats. Anything to tame the beast awakening between my legs. Sophie licked her lips hungrily, looking as though she wanted to eat me alive. Her eyes darted from my crotch to my eyes and back to my erection. I said a silent prayer to my dick. Pleading with it to play dead, just this once. Not because I didn’t want her. God, I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. But not tonight. Not this soon, and not like this. I opened my mouth to tell her this was a bad idea. Tell her we should say goodnight and try this again in a week or two when she wasn’t feeling so vulnerable. Seriously? Who the fuck are you right now, dude? She swept one leg over mine and straddled my thighs, nestling her ass just above my knees. Leaning forward, she finger walked up and down my chest. My nipples were rock hard from her touch. The pad of one finger circled the darkened areola before brushing ever so softly across my nipple. I swallowed, noting the dark blue hue of her irises. That same finger traveled higher to trace my bottom lip and on the third pass I caught it between my teeth and held on, loving the surprise in her eyes. I rose to meet her. Hands on her back, drawing her body flush with mine. Eyes closed, our mouths crashed together in a kiss of utter desperation. Wanton need coursed through my veins as the tip of her tongue languidly stroked my lips, seeking entry. They parted on pure instinct, making room for her welcomed intrusion. She tasted so damn good. Like something I had never tasted but would crave for the rest of my days. Her greedy tongue felt like silk in my mouth. Soft and slick. Eager as fuck. I couldn’t help thinking how amazing it would feel to have that tongue wrapped around my erect cock, milking me until I had nothing left to offer. My hand went to the back of her head. Fingers buried in her disheveled hair. I could see her nipples through her shirt. The little pebbles rubbed against the cotton fabric that confined them. Begging to be set free. I fell back against the pillows, pulling her along with me. As we kissed she moved her hips in slow torturous circles, grinding her pussy over my rock hard and all too eager cock. Since all I had on was underwear, I could feel how wet she was beneath that silky scrap of material she called panties. Her soft moans kept me in a trancelike state. That’s it, Tiny. A little to the left. Yes! Right there. Roll. Flex. Grind. Repeat. My hands fell to her waist, fully intent on putting an end to the seduction. But goddammit if what she was doing didn’t feel like fucking Heaven. My mind was at war with itself.                Slip your hand inside her panties. You know she wants you to.                Don’t do it, asshole.                She’d look so hot riding your cock.                Don’t be that guy. If it’s this good now think how much better it will be if you wait. “Fuuuck!” I opened my eyes, saw the desire in hers, and knew I was in trouble. It took every ounce of strength I possessed, but I pressed my thumbs into her flesh and got her attention. “Whoa, slow down, baby.” It pained me to utter those words but I knew it was the right thing to do. For now, at least. She came back to my mouth, claiming it before I could get another word in. I ripped my mouth away, panting hard. “Sophie, we need to stop.” Her hands dropped to my chest as she pushed herself up, still straddling my hips, and stared down at me. Mouth open and out of breath. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me.” The vulnerability in her voice told me this was the right decision but I had a hard time tearing my gaze from her heaving chest. The way her nipples puckered against the cotton made my mouth water. I’d been picturing her naked since the moment we met. That night her dress had been so short it left little to the imagination. Tonight, with my hands on her bare thighs, pussy mere inches away, I could see the prize but I wasn’t so sure I deserved it. I wasn’t sure I ever would. I wanted her but I refused to take advantage of her. Mark my words. There would be fucking in our future but my dick was going to have to earn the right to be inside her. “I do want you. But not this way. I don’t want to rush into anything. I told you on the beach that I wanted to get to know you first. Right now it feels like the only reason you’re doing this is because you think you owe me something for coming to your rescue—which feels an awful lot like what you did on that TV show.” That made her mad. “This is nothing like that and what right do you have to judge me or my actions? Living in that house was emotionally taxing and Gavin was nice to me. He was the only friend I had at the time.” Something inside me snapped. “Is that why you fucked him on national television? Because he was nice?” Yeah, I know it was a low blow but I’d watched the video. Saw the look in her eyes. It was the same look she’d given me when I said yes. I didn’t like the idea of her thinking she owed me, or anyone for that matter, for showing kindness. I wasn’t being kind to get in her pants. I was that way because that’s the way my Mama raised me. Hurt shadowed her pretty face and I felt instant remorse. “How dare you judge me. I don’t have to explain myself to you. In fact, I refuse to keep talking about it.” She pushed off the bed and headed for the door. “You know what? I thought you were different but I guess I was wrong. And you can forget about the whole marriage thing. I’ll figure something else out.” She’d barely reached the door when I slammed it shut, caging her with my arms. Things had gone haywire way too quickly. “Please stay.” My heart beat wildly inside my chest when she turned around and peered up at me through tear soaked lashes. “Aww, fuck, Tiny. I’m sorry for what I said. I never meant to make you cry.” I cupped her face in my hands and took the fact that she let me touch her as a good sign. “I’ve already paid a penance for my actions on that show. If we’re going to do this, Jared, I don’t need you throwing my mistakes up in my face.” I brushed a thumb under each eye, wiping away the moisture. Feeling like the world’s biggest asshole. “Noted,” I answered with a nod and mischievous smile. “For the record, you can call me any name you want, just so long as you keep calling.” “Hmm.” The tip of her tongue poked through her lips and her eyes went up and to the left as she pondered her options. The sight of her tongue had my dick jerking with eager anticipation. With her bottom lip between her teeth, she looked up at me and giggled. “Can I call you Sparky?” I responded with a firm, “Fuck no,” and then couldn’t help chuckling at the pouty face she made. She looked fucking cute as hell. Damn. There was something about this girl I just couldn’t get enough of. “Now that we’ve been properly introduced,” she announced, eyes shifting down to the semi I was sporting. “I think maybe I’ll call you Hawk.” “Hawk.” She repeated my name. Testing it on her lips. I found myself leaning toward her, eyes zeroing in on those luscious pink lips that tasted of peaches and cream. “Does this mean we’re still married?” She arched a brow and rested her hands on my hips, thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of my boxers. “That depends.” My arched brow rivaled hers. “That so? Depends on what?” “On whether or not I’m ever going to get that honeymoon you promised me.” My hearty chuckle echoed throughout the room. “Woman, you sure are intent on getting in my pants. I don’t know how I feel about being looked at as a sex object.” “What?” she asked innocently, reminding me of the flirtatious woman I’d seen the night we met. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you first spoke to me. Now that I have firsthand knowledge of what you’re hiding behind those boxers you can bet your sweet ass it’s all I’m going to be thinking about.” “You…” I lowered my lips to hers and stole another taste. “What am I going to do with you?” “I can think of a few things.” She switched off the light and then screamed when I bent at the knees and tossed her over my shoulder. I grunted and carried her down the hall. “Girl, you need to learn a thing or two about being wooed. Off to bed with you, young lady.” The sides of her fists beat out a rhythm on my ass the entire walk to her bedroom where I tossed her in the middle of the bed and kissed her goodnight. “Just so we’re clear, Tiny, I promise you will be sore after I’ve been inside you. But I also promise to kiss and make it better.” The last sound I heard was that of her frustrated huff when I turned out the light and shut the door behind me on my way out. The walk back to my room felt like the longest walk of my life. Then again, it was hard to walk with a raging boner. Sorry, buddy, not happening. Man, it was going to be a long night.      

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Rhonda is an Amazon bestselling romance author who strives to create a book boyfriend for all her readers. She’s married and lives in Michigan with her family. In her spare time you can find her talking to readers, getting lost in a new book, or just spending time with her family.  

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Sever by Mary Elizabeth #CoverReveal

Today we have the Surprise Cover Reveal for the much anticipated second book in the Closer Duet, SEVER, by Mary Elizabeth! Check it out and preorder you copy at 99¢ before the price goes up to $2.99!

Title: SEVER Author: Mary Elizabeth Series: Closer Duet Genre: Contemporary Romance Release: April 5th Cover Designer: Sofie at Hart and Bailey Design


Misery overstayed its welcome. But fate will not be so easily swayed. Gabriella Mason and Teller Reddy have walked a thin line between affection and hostility for years. The intensity that once set them on fire has ended their engagement and separated them by more than just miles. Forced together by circumstances they never saw coming, Gabriella and Teller have no choice but to face the past that brought them together and ultimately severed them apart. Wrecked and Damaged have collided. This is what happens when they try to pick up the pieces.

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About Mary Elizabeth

Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She’s a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it’s perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she’s not letting go until every story is told.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Needing Him By Kennedy Fox

We are thrilled to bring you the sexy new cover from the bestselling duo Kennedy Fox for their upcoming release NEEDING HIM releasing on APRIL 17th!

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Model: Drew Leighty Designer: RBA Designs Release Date: April 17, 2018 *Each Bishop Brothers novel is an interconnected standalone*

Evan Bishop is your typical hotshot doctor. Hardass, brooding, and all business. Instead of working on the family ranch, Evan broke the mold and became an ER doctor. He’s good with his hands—in more ways than one—smart as a whip and is the definition of God’s gift to women. Being a gentleman is in his Southern roots, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t flawed. Exclusive dating has never been a top priority and his tragic past makes him stay at arm’s length. Deciding to let loose for a wild night, he takes a page from the Bishop brother’s relationship book and hooks up with a mysterious girl he’ll never have to see again, which is perfect for this self-proclaimed bachelor. Emily Bell is a city girl through and through but is determined to get away from her family and past. All she wants is a fresh start and to make a name for herself in the medical field. No random hookups and no dating coworkers—that’s her new motto after being burned time and again. When she agrees to attend a wedding as a plus-one, she’s soon ditched and left to drink solo—but not for long. Mr. Suit is the ultimate temptation with his Southern charm, messy blond hair, and irresistible sex appeal. Everything about him screams bad news, but he makes her reconsider her rules just for one night. After all, some rules are made to be broken. They want the same thing—one night of passion then they’ll go their separate ways. No cuddling afterward. No next day phone calls. No awkward goodbyes. Too bad the universe has other plans—one that’ll be obvious when they report to work on Monday morning.
*A contemporary romance with a little Southern drama. This is book 2 in the Bishop Brothers series. Each book features a different brother and can be read as a complete standalone. HEA guaranteed!* Not suitable for readers under 18 due to adult language and sexual content.    

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Brooke Cumberland & Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox. They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you! Keep up with all their social media platforms for updates & info!


THE BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN by Riley Love #CoverReveal

Today we are celebrating the cover reveal for THE BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN by Riley Love. This is an erotic romance title and it will release on March 28th.

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Coming on March 28th

Blurb: A MMF Billionaire Virgin Romance


When Caitriona Patrick shows up at the sex club I own to auction off her virginity, she's my darkest fantasy wrapped up in a beautiful, innocent package.

I’m ready to offer more than what I’ve bought and paid for, except something is holding me back … and his name is Chase Danforth. Chase is the only other person who’s made me feel this way. And now I want them both.

I never thought I’d find a woman who could accept our complicated relationship, but every day the sexy student surprises me with her wanton desires and voracious appetite.

Caitriona never bargained on taking two men to her bed, but I’m determined to prove that double the pleasure is double her fun. And that happily ever after means two for the price of one.


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Riley Love writes books about the men your mama always warned you about. Sometimes dark, often twisted, and always sexy, her heroes will leave you begging for more. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a stiff drink, and let your fantasies fly.
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Withholding Nothing by Victoria Bright #ExcerptReveal

Today we have the excerpt reveal of WITHHOLDING NOTHING by Victoria Bright! Check it out and grab your copy March 29th!



Author: Victoria Bright

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  March 29th


About Withholding Nothing:

The girl code “Chicks before d*cks” should include that no friend can steal another friend’s boyfriend—or marry them. When Ashton Carter's "good idea at the time" revenge plan lands her in hot water, she never expected to see her ex again—especially in court. A few thousand dollars in damages later, she snags a job as a phone sex operator and seeks out a roommate to help fund her "stay out of jail" expenses. Having a roommate should’ve been helpful—except when they turn out to be the hot, yet douchebag mechanic working on her car. When Ashton learns that her new roommate has been the sexy phone sex caller, lines begin to blur between real life and fantasy. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation; neither of them were ready for love again. When a surprise visit from an ex shakes their forming foundation with an ultimatum, Ashton is forced to face the truth of her feelings and make a choice. With her budding relationship and livelihood at stake, Ashton has to untangle the lines of reality and fantasy in a last ditch effort to protect her heart.



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“You must be the deer killer,” I stated with a smirk. The stress that once filled her face quickly morphed into irritation. “Excuse me?” she spat. So sexy when she’s mad. I nodded toward her car. “This is your car, isn’t it? The one you hit the deer with last night?” She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowing at me. “Were you there to see me hit it?” she asked. And she was a smart ass. How cute. “Well, with the blood on your car, the alien egg on your forehead there, and the fact that you’re not in jail for hitting a person…I think it’s safe to assume you’re the deer killer,” I stated, the smirk never leaving my face. Her tanned skin turned a light shade of red as she placed the baseball cap back on her head, trying to rearrange her bangs to hide the knot. I glanced over to her two friends, both of them watching us with grins plastered to their faces. “Hey, space cadet, want to come back to Earth to tell me the damage or are you just going to stare at my friends?” she snapped. “You’re funny, you know that?” I mused, wagging my finger at her. She rolled her eyes. “First, I’ll properly introduce myself. I’m—” “An asshole,” she interrupted. I chuckled. “Sadly, that isn’t it, though I’ve been called that plenty of times.” “Yeah, I don’t doubt that,” she muttered under her breath. “Look, I don’t care what your name is. Just tell me what’s going on with my car.” “The deer killer is impatient, I see,” I said, ignoring the glare she gave me. “In order to get an idea, I need to know the details of what happened.” She looked at me with wide eyes and exaggerated shock as she placed her hand on her chest. “Details, you say?” she asked. “But I thought you had it all figured out ‘considering that I’m not in jail, that there’s blood over my car, and I have an alien egg on my forehead,’ remember? Now Inspector Gadget wants details!” I stare at her for a moment, my smirk never wavering. “Are you done? I mean I have all day, pretty lady. Keep going if that’s what excites you.” She scowled. “Whatever. I hit a deer and ran into a ditch. The end.” “I see. Did you see how big it was?” “Hell if I know. It was dark,” she muttered. I took a few steps away from her and re-examined the front of the car once more, stroking the stubble on my chin. “Well, you’ll need a windshield, hood, a few parts to reconstruct the front, like a grill and headlights. You’re also leaking antifreeze, so you’ll have to get that fixed. I wouldn’t be surprised if you need a new radiator either. This deer did a number on your car,” I said. She looked at the car warily, nibbling on her bottom lip again. Wonder if they’re as soft as they look. “How far in the hole am I then?” she asked, wringing her hands together. “It’s still too early to know officially since I haven’t looked under the hood yet, but just by looking at it…probably $2,500 if I don’t find anything else.” “Fuck!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and blew out a breath. “I’m so fucked.” She stumbled forward slightly, her hand catching against the window. “Whoa, you all right?” I asked, securing her other arm. She snatched away from me. “Don’t touch me,” she said, her voice a bit breathless. I held my hands up stepped back. That was probably well-deserved considering I’d been acting like an ass. “Okay then. I’ll be sure to look away when you’re ready to faceplant into the ground and crack your head open.” “Stop talking while you’re ahead, asshole,” she snapped. “I’m fine. I just need a minute.”  

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Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Wanderlust by Lauren Blakely #ReleaseDayLaunch

One fiery American woman and one hot British guy? The language of love knows no boundaries…

From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes the hot, new romance guaranteed to sweep you away while scorching the sheets, WANDERLUST! A brand new, sinfully sexy romance, WANDERLUST is now available on all retailers! Get your copy delivered now!


✮✮✮WANDERLUST is here! Grab your copy today! ✮✮✮

From #1 NYT bestselling author Lauren Blakely comes a sexy new standalone romance!

The first time I met him, his sexy British accent almost talked me into giving him my number on the spot. The second time, he nearly charmed the panties off me with his wit. Then I learned he's the key to success in my new job in Paris. The man who tempts me into fling-worthy dirty daydreams has turned out to be my personal translator, and his accent is the hottest thing I've ever heard.

My mantra is simple -- Don't mix business with pleasure.

I do my best to resist him as he teaches me how to converse with my co-workers, navigate the metro and order the perfect bottle of wine at dinner. But I also figure out how to tell the charming and clever man what I most want to say -- that I want him to take me back to his flat -- tonight.

Except there's a catch...


One more assignment before I take off on my big adventure...

And it involves the toughest work ever -- resisting the fetching American woman I spend all my days with. But you know what they say about best intentions. Soon, we're spending our nights tangled together, and I don't want to let her go. The trouble is, my wanderlust is calling to me, and before we know it I'll be traveling the globe to fulfill a promise I made long ago.

What could possibly go wrong with falling in love in Paris? Nothing...unless one of you is leaving.


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There’s one word a woman can utter that gets a man’s blood flowing south instantly.
Okay. That’s not true.
There are about twenty thousand that produce that effect, because when you fancy a woman, nearly anything remotely sexy can drive you crazy with desire for her.
Imagine if she says, I’m going to take off a sock.
Boom. Implied nudity. Hard as a rock.
Perhaps she asks, Do you like strawberries?
Obviously that means she wants me to eat them off her breasts. Flagpole raised.
But then there are some that are so direct, so spot on, she might as well be saying, I’d like you to fuck me hard all night long.
Which, for the record, might possibly be my favorite thing a woman could ever say to me. In fact, I might need to make that my own personal addendum to the bucket list.
At the moment, though, the word is proposition.
As I walk to the restaurant Joy has chosen on Rue de Bac, I keep replaying that deliciously inviting message.
I have a proposition for you.
What could it possibly be but some fantastic arrangement where we shag all night and still get along for work? No strings, no pain, no heartbreak. Sign me up right-the-hell now. That would be fantastic. A promise of orgasm-drenched nights, capped off by an uncomplicated good-bye when I take off for Indonesia in a few more months, finally visiting the places around the world Ethan and I marked on a map when we were younger.
As I round the corner, Christian’s words have the temerity to appear in the forefront of my brain.
Don’t you make the same mistake. You can’t mix business and pleasure. We’re lucky to have the jobs we have.
We are lucky to have our jobs. I don’t disagree with his basic premise, but I doubt Joy’s proposition will jeopardize mine. Besides, I really only need to keep my job for the next two and a half months. That’s all she needs me for at her company, and then I’m gone. Who knows where I’ll end up after I take off on my great adventure? We made so many marks on that map. If I found it, it’d be full of pinholes, I’m sure.
Travel everywhere, Ethan wrote.
He can’t. So I must.
There’s simply no way that Joy’s have hot sex with me every single night starting now will interfere with my bigger plans. I can juggle business and pleasure. I can enjoy the woman, the gig, and the checking off of each item on the bucket list.
When I reach the door of Gabriel’s, a restaurant started by a French-Brazilian cook who’s now become a rock star chef in New York City, I’m more certain than ever that I can have my cake and eat it, too. Preferably off Joy’s soft supple belly.

With that enticing image front and center, I smooth a hand down my black shirt, push open the door, and head inside. 

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“Wanderlust is the love story to end all! I laughed, cried, dreamed, and hoped. To say I was transfixed by this story is to underrate its power. I am a romantic at heart and this book spoke to me like no other.” -Gloria Herrera for As You Wish Reviews


“Packed with flirty banter, a slow-building, yet scorching hot romance, and characters that are enchanting, voracious, and delightfully unreserved, Wanderlust is a hopelessly romantic, heart-meltingly sweet love story from Lauren Blakely.” -Yvette for Nose Stuck in a Book

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Saturday, March 17, 2018

The Vintner's Vixen By Rebecca Norinne And Jamaila Brinkley #Review

*I Received a eARC of this book for my honest review*

Welcome to River Hill, where the only thing more intoxicating than the wine is the man who makes it. 

With movie roles for "curvy best friend" drying up fast, actress Angelica Travis is happy to be leaving Hollywood behind for a project she's truly passionate about: renovating an historic bed and breakfast in peaceful wine country. She's got plans and power tools ready, but an inconvenient attraction to her obnoxious new neighbor is NOT on the agenda. 

Winemaker Noah Bradstone wants nothing more than to cultivate his grapes and win awards for his wine. But when construction on the B&B next door threatens his vines, Noah goes on a rampage - and comes up hard against the sexiest starlet he's ever seen. Exactly the sort of woman he's vowed never to get involved with again. 

Angelica and Noah might be able to resolve their differences over a glass of some very fine wine, but when her opportunity at breakout stardom comes calling, all bets are off.

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I did enjoy this book. 

This book is a sweet contemporary book that kept me reading.  I just couldn't stop reading this book because it was so good.  
I know I will be reading the next book. 

I am giving this 5 out of 5 stars. 

Friday, March 16, 2018

Sound of Silence by Ali Winters #ReleaseBlitz

Title: Sound of Silence
Author: Ali Winters
Genre: YA Sci-Fi Romance
Publication Date: Mar. 12th, 2018
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Publisher: Rising Flame Press
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

One dance, one touch, one kiss... That’s all it took to change the fate of the world.
Aliens land looking for their new home and offering world peace in exchange, there are some who question their motives, but seventeen year old Raylinn Marrow refuses to hide. She jumps at the chance to make first contact.
Jace’el is nothing like she expected. One touch is all it took to turn Raylinn’s world upside down. He captures her heart and draws her into a forbidden love affair. But the secrets and mysteries that surround Jace’el could be their undoing.
As the unspoken cost of peace takes its toll, Raylinn and Jace’el search for the truth that threatens to destroy the world, risking everything for survival and love.
Romeo & Juliet meets Star Crossed and The Walking Dead in this heart pounding, must read YA, dystopian, romance.
Ali Winters is the USA Today bestselling author of The Hunted series, as well as an amazon and international bestselling author. She was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest where she developed her love of nature, animals, and all things green.
For as long as she can remember, she’s been mesmerized by the extraordinary world of books and fantasy. There has never been a time when stories were not begging to be told, either by drawing, photography, or writing.
With encouragement from one of her favorite authors, she jumped in, head first, to pursue the career that had been calling to her since the day she opened her first book.
She has a deep love for coffee, tea, warm blankets, dogs, creating art in any medium she can get her hands on, and family.
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“I saw you —” I paused to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. “I saw you watching me earlier.”
“You were there yesterday.” It wasn’t a question. His voice was soft and mesmerizing. With each word, the space between us seemed to dissolve.
I nodded.
He reached into a pocket and a soft, familiar charm drew my attention to the closed fist he held between us. His long fingers unfurled to reveal a delicate silver chain with a single star charm pooled in his palm. The broken link now fixed. I reached for it, my fingers hovering just above the bracelet.
“You … you found it.” My gaze shot to his. I had thought it had been lost forever, maybe picked up before I’d noticed it was gone.
“I found it after you left.” When I didn’t take it he unclasped it and wrapped it around my outstretched wrist, the pads of his fingers brushing my skin. The familiar weight of the bracelet was comforting.
I didn’t ask how he knew it was mine. Perhaps he had seen me long before I realized he had.
“Thank you.” My voice was barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer … or maybe I’d been the one to close that distance. “What are you doing?” I asked.
There was something about him that, even as he lowered his face and rested his forehead against mine, made the world tilt around me. I closed my eyes and inhaled his warm scent. I felt a pull in my core, as if someone had woven a thread through me and was drawing me to him. My chest pressed against his as his lips brushed against my cheek. My mouth parted, releasing a small gasp. The warmth of his breath sent chills over my body.
“I don’t even know who you are,” I managed to say weakly, hardly recognizing my own voice as the words came out airy.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Switch Hitter by Sara Ney #ReleaseBlitz #Review


I knew something was wrong the second she walked in the door tonight; I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Same hair color. Same legs. Same face.  Except…I look harder. At the small dimple beneath her lip that wasn’t there the last time we went out. And her laugh—that laugh isn’t as loud. This isn’t the girl I’ve gone out with the past few weeks. It’s her twin sister, and they’ve switched places on me. Only I’m not quite ready to let them switch back.      


This is a novella so it didn't take me long to read. I actually read this one evening and I am so glad I did read this novella because I freaking loved it. 

I loved the story and the characters. It had funny parts and it was a sweet story.

I highly recommend this novella.

I am giving this 5 out of 5.

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Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog. Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Newsletter | Website