Title: His Beauty
Author: Sofia Tate
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 8, 2018
BOOK TOUR! ~ His Beauty by Sofia Tate
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BOOK TOUR!! –> One by KG McGillick
Title: One: Rage, Vengeance, Murder
Series: A Path of Deception and Betrayal #3
Author: K.J. McGillick
Genre: Mystery Suspense Thriller
Publication Date: April 25, 2018 (LIVE EARLY)
BOOK TOUR! –> Decide to Hope by June A. Converse
Title: Decide to Hope
Author: June A. Converse
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 11, 2018
“Powerful, Gut-wrenching, Heart-achingly Beautiful. This is the kind of book that stays deep within your heart long after the book has closed.” ~ A Book Lover’s Emporium Book Blog
“Wow! Decide to Hope is a story of survival, moving forward and so much more.” ~ A Book Nerd, A Bookseller, and A Bibliophile Blog
An unimaginable trauma. A future that seems impossible. When your world shatters, how do you put it back together?For 950 days, Kathleen Conners has struggled with that choice. Behind a scarf and sunglasses, she hides from the world, from herself, from The Event, from any future with anyone.
After receiving a box of letters from his deceased mother, Matt Nelson is shoved from his predictable, controlled life to a secluded beach in North Carolina. While trying to understand his mother’s intent, he discovers Kathleen.
Matt must choose whether to follow the path his mother orchestrated or rescue the woman who has captured his heart. When the only person Kathleen blames more than herself reappears, can Matt be the strength Kathleen needs to create a new life, or will he be forced to walk away if she decides the climb is too great?
An Excerpt from Decide To Hope by June A. Converse
“Kathleen, I swear to you that if you are ever in my bed, it won’t be fucking.” He punctuated the final words and wiped away the single tear that moved down her cheek. He leaned across the table, nuzzled her face, and said into her damaged ear, “What I want is for you to be safe. What I want is for you to never push me away, for you to let me make you safe again.” Relaxing back into the bench, he added, “What is it you want, my Kathleen, what do you want? I’ll move heaven and earth to be what you need.”
Her eyes widened and her face jerked out of his hand. Tears streamed down her face. Staring at him, showing him her weariness and her abject terror, her blue irises turned a stormy gray.
“They’re gone, Matt.” She spoke with an eerily calm voice. “All of them. Everyone I’ve ever loved. Gone. I’m so tired, Matt. Do you understand?” She pushed away from the table. Her gray eyes blazed inches from his own. “I want to be gone, too.”
Matt’s arms thwomped onto the table. He sat immobile as Kathleen raced out the door into the pouring rain. The restaurant door thwacked behind her. Shaking himself, he realized she’d left her sunglasses, her bag, and even her shoes. The impact of the last few seconds held him in his seat. Time seemed to stop. Sound dropped away. The shadow of her danced behind his closed eyes.
June happily resides in Sandy Springs, Georgia, with her husband, Dave, and their dog, Sodapop. They have two wonderful adult children and two grandchildren. She is an enthusiastic exerciser and an accomplished cook. She and her husband enjoy hiking with Sodapop, traveling, scuba diving, trying new restaurants, concerts, and whatever other adventures they can find. Reading and a constant desire to learn keeps her busy too.
A trauma survivor who struggles with mental illness, June is continuously reaching for hope like the characters in her books. She openly discusses her personal struggles on her blog, JuneConverse.com
Decide to Hope is her first novel and relies a great deal on her own experience with trauma, choices, recovery and hope. If you’d like to discuss trauma, coping and recovery, contact her at JuneConverse.com or DecideToHope.com
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BOOK TOUR!! –> Gold Digger by RB Hilliard
Title: Gold Digger
Author: RB Hilliard
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 30, 2018
Gold Digger is one of those stories where you think you’re going to hate it, because let’s face it Blake Moreno is a jerk and a half. He’s arrogant and rude because he’s hot, he’s rich and he knows he’s a hot commodity. He’s also a big ol’ man hoe, which I’m not holding against him but I’m also not pregnant after a drunken night of sex with him. So yeah, let’s say it took me a while to warm up to Blake and I was full on Team Hadley even though I didn’t always agree with her.
What I enjoyed about this story was the fact that there were times I was shouting at my Kindle for Hadley to put Blake in his place. To tell him he wasn’t all that—even though he totally was—and bring him to his knees.
But it turns out patience was all that was required when reading Gold Digger, watching a guy like Blake fall.
Sat-is-fying!
Parts of this story were funny and parts were hot, other parts were super annoying but overall it was a pretty enjoyable read.
“Funny Funny Funny…with an extra dose of sexy. This story has awesome one liners that kept me chuckling throughout.” – Cali Gal’s
“This book is the entire package! It’s laugh out loud funny, sweet with just the right amount of sour, and a good amount of drama to keep you reading.” – Nerdy Dirty & Flirty
“This hilariously funny story had me laughing until I cried. As per RB Hilliard’s normal story telling, it was full of steam, heat, and relatable characters.” – Book Club Gone Wrong
Blake Moreno doesn’t do relationships, ever.With more money than he knows what to do with and his pick of beautiful women, he has no plans of becoming tied down.
Hadley Jacobs doesn’t have time for dating.
With plans to finish culinary school and to own her own bakery, she has her life all mapped out.
Blake thinks Hadley is infuriating…
Hadley thinks Blake is controlling…
Both couldn’t be more wrong.
When life throws them a curve ball, they have no choice but to catch it and to prove that in the end, love wins. Every. Time.
The minute I stepped into the bar, I spotted them. Hadley’s back was to me and, from where I was standing, it looked as if Belinda and Patrice were blocking her exit. Fucking hell. Since when were Belinda and Patrice friends? And where was Wayne? I started toward them. Bits and pieces of their conversation filtered in as I got closer.
“I’m sorry I took your friend’s job. I wasn’t aware the position had been offered to her,” Hadley told Belinda. “And I’m sorry that my piano playing skills were subpar, however, being that I’m a chef, this shouldn’t surprise you,” she directed at Patrice.
“I know why you’re here. I overheard Zane talking to Cathryn about it. You might be carrying Blake’s brat in your belly but take it from me when I say he isn’t going to take well to being trapped,” Patrice declared, right as I stepped up behind Hadley. Both Patrice and Belinda’s eyes jerked to me and bulged in surprise, but being that Hadley’s back was to me, she wasn’t aware of my presence.
“You’ve got me!” Hadley said, her tone laced with contempt and sarcasm. “Wow, you two are a regular Cagney and Lacey. Tell me, how did you figure it out? Because, really, I planned it so carefully.” Neither woman said a word. They just stood there staring at me. I, however, was highly entertained. Folding my arms over my chest, I waited to see what Hadley would say next. She didn’t disappoint.
“You know what this is about don’t you?” she whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “Blake thinks it’s about the baby, but it’s really about the money. I hear he’s loaded.” I silently chuckled when she expelled a wistful sounding sigh and followed it with, “I’ve always dreamed of being rich.” Both women jumped when she threw up her hands, and shouted, “Yep! Just call me gold digger!” On that note, she then turned to leave. A strangled shriek escaped when she smacked right into me. As she pressed her hands to my chest in order to keep from toppling over, the warmth of her touch seared through me.
“Blake!” she gasped, clearly shocked to find me standing there.
Before Hadley did something else, such as call Patrice Patsy again or refer to Belinda as Boobzilla—something I’d heard both she and Wayne do on more than one occasion—I reached for her hand. Ignoring Patrice and Belinda, who were still busy gawking at us, I said, “Come on, Gold Digger, we’re going to be late for our appointment,” and pulled her in the direction of the door. Right as we breached the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder and gave the two vipers a look of warning, letting them know that we would be discussing this incident later.
“I didn’t see you standing there,” Hadley muttered, as we made our way toward the front of the hotel.
“Clearly,” I mused, while trying not to laugh at the scene I’d just witnessed. When she let out a disgusted sounding huff, I lost the battle and let the laughter roll. She responded with another huff and a face scrunch, and I thought, this woman is something else.
“I’m sorry I took your friend’s job. I wasn’t aware the position had been offered to her,” Hadley told Belinda. “And I’m sorry that my piano playing skills were subpar, however, being that I’m a chef, this shouldn’t surprise you,” she directed at Patrice.
“I know why you’re here. I overheard Zane talking to Cathryn about it. You might be carrying Blake’s brat in your belly but take it from me when I say he isn’t going to take well to being trapped,” Patrice declared, right as I stepped up behind Hadley. Both Patrice and Belinda’s eyes jerked to me and bulged in surprise, but being that Hadley’s back was to me, she wasn’t aware of my presence.
“You’ve got me!” Hadley said, her tone laced with contempt and sarcasm. “Wow, you two are a regular Cagney and Lacey. Tell me, how did you figure it out? Because, really, I planned it so carefully.” Neither woman said a word. They just stood there staring at me. I, however, was highly entertained. Folding my arms over my chest, I waited to see what Hadley would say next. She didn’t disappoint.
“You know what this is about don’t you?” she whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “Blake thinks it’s about the baby, but it’s really about the money. I hear he’s loaded.” I silently chuckled when she expelled a wistful sounding sigh and followed it with, “I’ve always dreamed of being rich.” Both women jumped when she threw up her hands, and shouted, “Yep! Just call me gold digger!” On that note, she then turned to leave. A strangled shriek escaped when she smacked right into me. As she pressed her hands to my chest in order to keep from toppling over, the warmth of her touch seared through me.
“Blake!” she gasped, clearly shocked to find me standing there.
Before Hadley did something else, such as call Patrice Patsy again or refer to Belinda as Boobzilla—something I’d heard both she and Wayne do on more than one occasion—I reached for her hand. Ignoring Patrice and Belinda, who were still busy gawking at us, I said, “Come on, Gold Digger, we’re going to be late for our appointment,” and pulled her in the direction of the door. Right as we breached the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder and gave the two vipers a look of warning, letting them know that we would be discussing this incident later.
“I didn’t see you standing there,” Hadley muttered, as we made our way toward the front of the hotel.
“Clearly,” I mused, while trying not to laugh at the scene I’d just witnessed. When she let out a disgusted sounding huff, I lost the battle and let the laughter roll. She responded with another huff and a face scrunch, and I thought, this woman is something else.
RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. In 2012 she began writing His End Game, the first book in her MMG Series. Hilliard has not only published six books in this series, but has gone on to publish Utterly Forgettable, a hilariously funny Romantic Comedy, as well as her Rock Star Romance Series, Meltdown.
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BOOK TOUR ~ Keeping 6 by Freya Barker
Title: Keeping 6
Series: Rock Point Series #1
Author: Freya Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 2, 2018
Bookstore owner Kerry Emerson finally seems to be back in control of her life. Her failure of a marriage firmly in her rearview mirror and her recent business expansion a success, she is in charge of her own future. One that is looking better than ever.
The sight of the tall man, with the familiar salt and pepper goatee pushing open the door of her store, sets her hair on end. He doesn’t exactly bring good memories.
FBI Special Agent in Charge, Damian Gomez, is just looking for a decent cup of coffee when he walks into the small store offering books and brew. The pretty, feisty woman behind the counter is an unexpected surprise. Not at all unpleasant, especially since her finger that used to hold a wedding ring is now bare.
Her wild hair, boho style and silvery grey eyes suddenly hold a lot of promise. But when his office is pulled into an international investigation into the trafficking of rare books and manuscripts, the straight-laced SAC realizes he has to keep his distance from the woman who might well be involved.
Easier said than done, since fate seems determined to throw them together.
Freya Barker loves writing about ordinary people with extraordinary stories.
Driven to make her books about ‘real’ people; with characters who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, thrills and chills, and some hot, sizzling sex in their lives.
A recipient of the RomCon “Reader’s Choice” Award for best first book, “Slim To None”, and Finalist for the Kindle Book Award with “From Dust”, Freya has not slowed down.
She continues to add to her rapidly growing collection of published novels as she spins story after story with an endless supply of bruised and dented characters, vying for attention!
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BOOK TOUR!! ~ Jigsaw by Jessie Cooke
Title: Jigsaw
Series: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Publication Date: April 22, 2018
Two Books in One: Jigsaw and Rusty
Jigsaw:
When you’re fighting for your life, with your Harley lying on your broken body, on an embankment twenty feet below the road, there is no time to think… “What the hell happened” and “Who was responsible?”
Someone, somewhere, must hold the missing pieces of the puzzle.
Jigsaw had one thing on his mind… survival, until he looked up into the eyes of an angel, minutes before another woman aimed a shotgun at his head.
He was alive at least… what else could go wrong?
Rusty:
When Rusty Daniels dumped his Harley in front of a group of boys who thought he was a hero, the former football superstar couldn’t walk away from them.
They gave him no option.
It was their way, or trouble would soon be headed his way… in a BIG way.
Reluctantly he headed in a new direction in his life… a direction that would lead him to a dying man called Saint, who would teach him more about living than he could have ever hoped for.
This is the 10th book in the Southside Skulls MC Series. It is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from the previous novels, DAX, CODY, GUNNER, ZACK, LEVI, KAT, HUNTER, GARRETT & WHEELIE are included in this story too.
HEA and No cliffhanger.
Intended for Mature Readers.
* * *
The Southside Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, and their friends and associates.
Each story, while focused around one or more main characters, is not necessarily about a Southside Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.
He was freezing, and his clothes were wet. He could feel his hair sticking to his face, frozen to it. He shivered, and a ripple of pain tore through his body. It took a crazy amount of effort, but he was finally able to open his eyes. When he finally got them open, he was frustrated to realize that hadn’t done him much good. He was surrounded by darkness, and quiet. The only sound he could hear was the stridor of his own breathing inside his head. He had the eerie feeling that he was trapped in some kind of void…but where? Where the fuck was he?
He could feel that he was lying on his back and whatever was underneath him was wet and spongy and colder than hell. There was something heavy laying on top of his right leg. He reached down to push it off, but his hand slapped against something cold and hard, like metal. He managed to get a weak grip on it with his aching hand and he used it to help himself struggle upright. As soon as he did, a wave of dizziness and nausea assaulted him. Everything was spinning, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He closed his eyes and fought it, and when he opened them again the dizziness had receded, slightly. He sat very still, listening for sounds and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The shape of what was laying on his leg began to emerge at last. It was a motorcycle, the back end of a Harley. At least he thought it was the back end. The metal and chrome were so mangled that it was hard to tell. He’d been in an accident, that much was apparent. Maybe someone was looking for him, or someone had called an ambulance?
Just as he entertained that thought, a flash of light in the sky caught his eye. He looked up toward it and when he did, the quiet and stillness of the night was broken by the sound of a car approaching. There was a road above him and as the car came around a sharp bend, the guardrail alongside it came into view. It was split wide open like something had barreled through it. That something must have been him. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was even still alive. As the sound of the car disappeared and the eerie quiet returned he felt even more discouraged. There was no way that someone in a car could see him from up there, even if it were daylight, and the road was at least twenty feet above him. A steep, rocky embankment and at least an acre of trees stood between him and it. Even without a crushed leg and in the daylight, that would be one hell of a climb.
He looked around and tried to see through the trees on the other side wondering if there was anything beyond the them. The icy wind felt like tiny needles piercing his face and arms and his ears and head were throbbing. He could feel soft tufts of snow fluttering around his head and now that his eyes were used to the dark, he could see it sticking to the trees around him. He might not have known much at that point, but he did know he’d never survive a night in the woods in below freezing temperatures, a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Where the hell was his coat, anyways? Who rides a motorcycle, at night, in the snow, without a coat? And, why wasn’t he wearing gloves? Had he left wherever he came from so quickly that he hadn’t had time to grab them? He wished that he could remember, but he didn’t have time for all that right then. He had to get this damned motorcycle off his leg and go find help. The rest, he could figure out later, if he survived.
He wrapped his cold hands around an icy steel piece of the motorcycle, flinching when he felt it press down harder against his leg. His jeans were soaked with blood and his leg lay at an odd angle from the knee down. He tried to block that out while he pushed, pulled and tried to lift the heavy steel up so that he could pull his leg out. It was taking so long, and he was working so hard that he was covered with sweat and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold or if he was choking on his own frustration. At one point he yelled out angrily into the trees, howling almost like a wounded animal. All that did was make the throbbing in his head worse.
He almost gave up more than once, but at last he felt the excruciating pain shoot all the way up into his groin as he was able to move his leg enough to get it out from under the bike. The pain brought back the nausea and he felt like he was going to black out. He reached up and slapped at his own face, he’d be damned if he was going to pass out now that he was finally free. Now came the nasty business of trying to stand up on a leg that was twisted sideways. He had to roll onto his stomach and the cold penetrated his shirt and gripped his chest tightly as he pushed up on his sore arms, He almost collapsed, laughing like a lunatic what seemed like hours later when he was still doing push-ups and hadn’t made any fucking headway. He finally crawled to the nearest tree, dragging that worthless leg behind him. The bark scratched and tore at his flesh as he held on tightly and shimmied himself up until he was standing on his one good leg. He was so proud of himself for being upright that he almost forgot about his injury. He took a step and his leg gave out…right after a bolt of pain threatened to knock him out and then he went down on his face. He lay there and felt like he might cry. The process of getting back up just seemed just too daunting to face, so he began to crawl.
He crawled until his palms bled and then he’d find a tree, get up on his one good leg and he’d hop and hobble for a while. The pain was excruciating and the cold even worse, but his only other option was to lay down and die and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He pushed on and when the faint little light came into view, he wondered if he was imagining it. He stood still, gripping onto a tree and staring at it for a long time, waiting for it to disappear. When it didn’t, he pushed forward again, this time with something to focus on and a tickle of hope.
He couldn’t have said how much time passed, but finally a house began to take shape in front of him. He had to duck through a barbed-wire fence to get to it and the wire left deep scratches on the exposed parts of his body that weren’t already open and bleeding. Still, he kept going. He could see the light up close now. It was a lamp in a small window on the bottom story, and it seemed to be the only light on in the house. There were six windows, and a balcony on the side of the house facing him and in the center of the bottom windows was a narrow door, painted bright red.
He hobbled up to the cement steps and standing at the bottom, he leaned his head into the door and slowly raised his fist. He let it drop into the door a few times…and it barely made a sound. His muscles were so sore and tired and cold that they all wanted to refuse to work. He couldn’t give up now though and freeze to death on someone’s back porch. He raised up his head and raised his fist again, this time giving it everything he had as he slammed it into the wood. After four or five knocks the door was pulled open. At first glance he wondered if he had died along the way and this was heaven. The woman that stood at the door had on a nightshirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. Her long, thick brown hair hung disheveled around her face and her lips and cheeks were flushed like she’d been sleeping…or having sex. He almost laughed at himself. He was all fucked up, but still happy that part of his anatomy seemed to be working.
“Who are you?” she said, as another woman appeared behind her in the doorway. That one was hot too…but, she had a gun. He opened his mouth to try to say something when the one with the gun yelled over her shoulder,
“Kimber. Call Dax.” He was still trying to form words with his cold lips when a gray curtain seemed to descend all at once and the last thing he heard as he fell forward was the sound of a woman’s screams.
* * *
When he woke up again, his first thought was that at least he was a hell of a lot more comfortable…and warm. He was still in pain, but his leg was wrapped tightly in something and the pressure helped. It was also propped up on something soft and his aching head was laying against a pillow. He pulled open his eyes and found himself looking up into the most intense blue ones that he’d ever seen.
The eyes were looking out at him from the face of a man that didn’t look happy about being pulled out of bed at whatever the fuck time it was. There was a deep crease between his brows and the man in the bed had to wonder if they would have cleaned him up and made him so comfortable if they planned on killing him.
“You awake?” The man with the blue eyes asked. He opened his mouth to talk again, this time nothing came out because it was just so damned dry. The big, blond man nodded at the angel who had answered the door. She had on a robe now, but she still looked just as hot. She held a cup near his lips with a straw sticking out of it and the big, blue-eyed man slipped a hand under his neck and lifted him up off the pillow. The woman put the straw to his lips and he sucked the cool, refreshing water into his mouth. It soothed his tongue and throat and he was disappointed when she pulled it away. The blue-eyed man seemed to still be waiting for an answer to his question and although it was obvious, the man in the bed said,
“Yeah.”
“Where did you come from?”
“I-I walked…”
“From?”
“I think—I was in an accident, I think…”
“You think?”
“I was—there was—a lot of trees, and a road way up over my head…the guardrail was broken…”
The man with the blue eyes suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face. “I-95?” he asked. He may as well have been speaking a different language as far as the man in the bed was concerned. He didn’t know what, or where I-95 was.
“I-I don’t know. There were…a lot of trees.”
“You walked, here?”
“Yeah, sometimes I crawled,” he said, miraculously cracking a smile. So his dick and his smile still both worked. His mental checklist put that down as good news.
“That’s almost four miles from here, through the woods.”
“Seemed—it seemed like ten,” he said with another smile that hurt his face.
“I’ll bet. Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“You’re on the Southside Skulls ranch.” Again, Chinese…it meant nothing to him, but the man seemed to think it should.
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t know who…” His voice was cracking and the pretty girl gave him another drink of water.
“What’s your name?”
It was the question the man had been dreading the most. On his long trek there he’d mulled that one over. Of course he had a name, and it was probably on an ID in his back pocket. But it had been too cold and he’d hurt too bad to try to find a wallet, or anything. Sadly though, he was going to need it, because he had no idea who he was. “I don’t know,” he said, at last. When the blue-eyed man looked at him like he was nuts he said, “I think I hit my head.”
The other man smiled. “Considering the drop from that guardrail to the ground below is about thirty feet, I’d say you hit it more than once.”
“Dax? Should I call the ambulance now?”
The sound of the woman’s voice was pretty but it struck a fear through him that cut like a knife. He wasn’t sure if it was her voice, or the idea of an ambulance that terrified him. “No,” he said, quickly. He couldn’t see the woman but the man she’d called Dax looked down at him thoughtfully and said,
“Let’s wait a bit.” Looking back at the man he said, “Call Doc instead.” Dax looked down at the man and said, “We’ll have our doctor check you out, see what he has to say and go from there. Maybe the pieces will start coming back after you’ve gotten some rest.”
“My wallet?”
“You didn’t have anything on you. I’ll send someone out to the crash site and see what we can find.”
“Thank you.”
“Doc says he’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” That voice again. He still couldn’t see her but that tremble of fear accosted him once more. He knew the voice, and for some reason it frightened him. But why? Maybe she knew him, and she would have the answer to that.
“Okay Kimber, thanks.” Kimber…He heard that name before, recently. He closed his eyes and the memory of the two pretty girls in the doorway came back. The one with the gun had called out to Kimber to call Dax. Opening his eyes again, he fought back the remnants of fear that still surrounded him and said,
“That girl, does she know me?”
Dax raised an eyebrow and said, “Kimber?”
“Yeah, the one that was just talking to you.”
“Kimber!” Dax called out.
“Yes Dax?” Her voice was beautiful, soft, gentle, and it sent goosebumps racing down both of his arms and around back to his spine.
“Come here a minute, darlin’.”
The man in the bed actually shuddered when she approached. It was crazy, because there was nothing threatening about her at all. She was tiny, maybe five two at most, blonde hair that framed her face and touched her shoulders, and big, beautiful dark eyes. She had on a nightshirt that fell down to her knees and hid her figure but she couldn’t have weighed more than one hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet. Still, something about her caused his anxiety level to shoot through the roof. He could feel his pulse begin to pound and his breathing became more rapid. The woman was looking down at him with a blank look on her face and Dax was once again watching him like he might be a crazy.
“Do you know me?” he finally asked the woman.
“No…should I?” She looked and sounded so sincere, but she was so familiar. Why would she lie? Dax let them stare at each other for what seemed like several long minutes and then he finally told Kimber,
“You can go back to bed darlin’, thanks.” The man in the bed watched her go and while he did, he had the strange feeling that his past was leaving with her. He struggled to sit up, compelled to go after this tiny little nymph that seemed to scare him to death and beg her to tell him the truth. “Hey there Jigsaw…take it easy now, okay?”
* * *
He opened his eyes and he knew before he looked over at the clock that it was going to be exactly midnight. It always was. He had the dream at least once a week for the past six months. It wasn’t really a dream, but a memory and at first it pissed him off that he couldn’t remember anything else but he had to re-live that memory over and over again. But eventually it had just become a part of his life, like the ranch, the club, and the gorgeous woman laying next to him in the bed. He supposed his mind wanted to cling to that memory because it was the night that his life started over. Six months later he’d done a lot of moving forward, and a little bit of recovering his past, but that part was slow going and you could drive a train through the holes in his memory.
He was grateful that Dax let him stay on the ranch. He’d even done everything he could to help him find out who he was. Angel’s brother had run his fingerprints, but they were nowhere in the system, not even in the motor vehicle department. He checked with missing persons and no one matching his description had been reported missing. No one had reported an accident that night. It was almost as if he had never existed before. But, he had kept moving forward and it was almost eight months later now, and he was as happy as a guy without a past could be. Dax let him become a prospect a few months in and later that very night there was going to be a big patching in ceremony where he would be one of the guests of honor.
“You okay baby?” He smiled as she cuddled deeper into his side. The sound of Kimber’s sweet voice didn’t frighten him any longer. It had the opposite effect on him now. It made him feel like he was home. He’d fallen for her hard and fast and if he had to roll thirty feet down an embankment and forget his entire life to end up right here in her arms, he’d probably agree to do it all over again.
“I’m okay,” he whispered. “Horny though,”
She giggled. “What else is new?”
Jigsaw smiled again, but he was thinking, Pretty much everything, I guess.
Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.
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BOOK TOUR!! –> Perfect Love Story by Natasha Madison
Title: Perfect Love Story
Series: Love #1
Author: Natasha Madison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: May 1, 2018
Cover Design: Melissa Gill at MGBookCovers
Cover Design: Melissa Gill at MGBookCovers
When one man’s death exposes a complex web of lies, three couples discover the true meaning of love, loss and redemption. Hailey
What do you do when you find out your whole life was a lie?
That your husband really wasn’t your husband but someone else’s.
That the vows you made to each other were simply empty promises.
You pick up and move to the country to start fresh.
When life hands you limes, you make sure you have tequila because your life is about to get stirred up.
Jensen
Married to my high school sweetheart, the best thing she gave me was my baby girl.
But we weren’t enough for her. I wasn’t enough for her.
The last thing I expected on my birthday was a Dear John letter, but that’s what I got when she upped and left.
Now, it’s just me and my girl against the world till the new girl moves in next door.
Is there such a thing as a perfect love story?
PERFECT LOVE STORY was just that…the PERFECT LOVE STORY! Beautiful, touching, charming, devastating, magical, and hella’ sexy, once I started, I couldn’t put it down for the life of me, nor did I ever want to. – Shayna Renee
Perfect Love Story is a step away from Natasha Madison’s typical romantic comedy, and she does an incredible job of delivering a poignant, emotional and sigh-worthy romance – Mary Dube USA Today HEA
Natasha Madison does it again! Perfect Love Story as so many feels. The title of the book is perfect bc this was the perfect love story. – Tara Sexy Book Diva
Perfect Love Story is exactly that. Beautifully, unbelievably perfect. This is one of those books that digs deep right into your heart. – Britt Red Hatter Book Blog
Chapter One
Hailey“Hello.” Turning down “Glorious” by Macklemore blasting in the background while I washed the kitchen floor with Pine Sol and water, I answer the phone after the first ring.
“It’s me.” I hear my best friend and cousin, Crystal, say from the other end. “Where are you?” I can’t see her face, but I know something is wrong. Even though she’s asked me that question a million times before, this time it’s different. There is no carefree tone. This time, it’s curt and to the point with no laughter in her voice.
“I’m home,” I say, almost whispering as my hand shakes against my ear. My mouth suddenly goes dry, my neck starting to get hot. Something inside my stomach suddenly drops when a slow burn sets in.
“You need to come to the hospital.” Crystal is an emergency room nurse at St. Mary’s, so whatever feeling I was having before has now doubled. “Blake is on his way to get you.” When she mentions my brother, I now know something is gravely wrong. The honk outside doesn’t allow me to question her any further. “You need to get in the car, okay?” she says softly but firmly. “Listen to me, Hailey. Go outside and get here.” My head nods as the hand holding my phone to my ear falls away.
The front door opens, and Blake comes in, looking at me with sorrow and sadness. His brown eyes meet mine briefly, and then he looks down. He doesn’t say anything to me; he simply holds out his hand to me. I put my hand in his, and he leads me out to his truck. He opens the door for me, helping me take that step in.
As I’m looking at him, he pulls the seat belt over my chest and buckles me in. My mind’s still playing the phone call, trying to dissect the conversation. Trying to find one little word that can be the clue. “It’s going to be okay.” His voice breaks through the haze.
I nod my head at him, then he steps back and shuts the door, jogging over to his side. He gets in and puts the truck in drive. I’m on the outside looking in, watching my life fall apart without knowing it.
The only thing I’m certain of is that the sun is shining without a cloud in the sky. As I watch a bird soar through the sky almost in the same direction we are going, I think to myself, Bad things don’t happen when it’s sunny outside, right?
I watch the bird, not even realizing we’ve made it to the hospital. I don’t have a chance to open my door because Blake has it opened before I even think to reach for the handle. “You’re going to be okay,” he assures me as he raises his baseball cap to run his hands through his short dark hair.
“What’s going on?” I have a feeling my entire life is about to change, so I beg him to tell me before we walk through those doors. Blake doesn’t answer. He just reaches down to grab my hand and lead me through the revolving doors.
The harsh smell of antiseptic immediately fills my nose. Voices bombard me, though, none of them are familiar. Glancing around, I take in the hustle and bustle of the emergency room. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I try in vain to locate a familiar face. I just need to know who we’re here for.
As we silently walk down the corridor, my mind never stops thinking about why we are here. I look up at Blake, asking the one question that makes my heart squeeze with such intense pain, it feels like it might explode.
“Is it Mom? Dad?” I can hear the pleading in my tone. He gives me nothing, continuing to look straight ahead. My eyes go back to the floor, following the tile pattern as we make our way beyond the entrance to the emergency room. The first thing I see is both of my parents, alive and healthy. My mother has tears running down her cheeks, and my father has his arm around her shoulders. They are standing next to the nurses’ station. I look back at Blake in horror. “Is it Nanny?”
He doesn’t have time to answer because Crystal comes out from behind the nurses’ station in her everyday uniform of blue scrubs and Crocs, wearing a stethoscope around her neck.
With one glance at her face, I stop my feet in their tracks. My feet are stuck to the floor as if someone crazy glued them to that spot. I can see the hurt and tears in her eyes. She looks at me with her head tilted sideways, her bottom lip trembling. My body blocks any movements I try to make. I try to advance to Crystal, but I can’t. My knees start to give out, and a horrible shrieking sound comes from somewhere.
I try turning my head to see where the yelling is coming from, but I can’t. I’m on my hands and knees in the hospital corridor. It isn’t until the coldness seeps through my hands that I realize I’m the one screaming. That wretched sound is coming from me. Me. My throat raw, my eyes burning, and my heart irrevocably broken. No words need to be said. No confirmation given. I don’t need them to bring me to a place where we can “talk quietly.” It’s at that moment I finally know what everyone else knows.
My husband is dead.
Hailey“Hello.” Turning down “Glorious” by Macklemore blasting in the background while I washed the kitchen floor with Pine Sol and water, I answer the phone after the first ring.
“It’s me.” I hear my best friend and cousin, Crystal, say from the other end. “Where are you?” I can’t see her face, but I know something is wrong. Even though she’s asked me that question a million times before, this time it’s different. There is no carefree tone. This time, it’s curt and to the point with no laughter in her voice.
“I’m home,” I say, almost whispering as my hand shakes against my ear. My mouth suddenly goes dry, my neck starting to get hot. Something inside my stomach suddenly drops when a slow burn sets in.
“You need to come to the hospital.” Crystal is an emergency room nurse at St. Mary’s, so whatever feeling I was having before has now doubled. “Blake is on his way to get you.” When she mentions my brother, I now know something is gravely wrong. The honk outside doesn’t allow me to question her any further. “You need to get in the car, okay?” she says softly but firmly. “Listen to me, Hailey. Go outside and get here.” My head nods as the hand holding my phone to my ear falls away.
The front door opens, and Blake comes in, looking at me with sorrow and sadness. His brown eyes meet mine briefly, and then he looks down. He doesn’t say anything to me; he simply holds out his hand to me. I put my hand in his, and he leads me out to his truck. He opens the door for me, helping me take that step in.
As I’m looking at him, he pulls the seat belt over my chest and buckles me in. My mind’s still playing the phone call, trying to dissect the conversation. Trying to find one little word that can be the clue. “It’s going to be okay.” His voice breaks through the haze.
I nod my head at him, then he steps back and shuts the door, jogging over to his side. He gets in and puts the truck in drive. I’m on the outside looking in, watching my life fall apart without knowing it.
The only thing I’m certain of is that the sun is shining without a cloud in the sky. As I watch a bird soar through the sky almost in the same direction we are going, I think to myself, Bad things don’t happen when it’s sunny outside, right?
I watch the bird, not even realizing we’ve made it to the hospital. I don’t have a chance to open my door because Blake has it opened before I even think to reach for the handle. “You’re going to be okay,” he assures me as he raises his baseball cap to run his hands through his short dark hair.
“What’s going on?” I have a feeling my entire life is about to change, so I beg him to tell me before we walk through those doors. Blake doesn’t answer. He just reaches down to grab my hand and lead me through the revolving doors.
The harsh smell of antiseptic immediately fills my nose. Voices bombard me, though, none of them are familiar. Glancing around, I take in the hustle and bustle of the emergency room. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I try in vain to locate a familiar face. I just need to know who we’re here for.
As we silently walk down the corridor, my mind never stops thinking about why we are here. I look up at Blake, asking the one question that makes my heart squeeze with such intense pain, it feels like it might explode.
“Is it Mom? Dad?” I can hear the pleading in my tone. He gives me nothing, continuing to look straight ahead. My eyes go back to the floor, following the tile pattern as we make our way beyond the entrance to the emergency room. The first thing I see is both of my parents, alive and healthy. My mother has tears running down her cheeks, and my father has his arm around her shoulders. They are standing next to the nurses’ station. I look back at Blake in horror. “Is it Nanny?”
He doesn’t have time to answer because Crystal comes out from behind the nurses’ station in her everyday uniform of blue scrubs and Crocs, wearing a stethoscope around her neck.
With one glance at her face, I stop my feet in their tracks. My feet are stuck to the floor as if someone crazy glued them to that spot. I can see the hurt and tears in her eyes. She looks at me with her head tilted sideways, her bottom lip trembling. My body blocks any movements I try to make. I try to advance to Crystal, but I can’t. My knees start to give out, and a horrible shrieking sound comes from somewhere.
I try turning my head to see where the yelling is coming from, but I can’t. I’m on my hands and knees in the hospital corridor. It isn’t until the coldness seeps through my hands that I realize I’m the one screaming. That wretched sound is coming from me. Me. My throat raw, my eyes burning, and my heart irrevocably broken. No words need to be said. No confirmation given. I don’t need them to bring me to a place where we can “talk quietly.” It’s at that moment I finally know what everyone else knows.
My husband is dead.
The Love Series is coming
When one man’s death exposes a complex web of lies, three couples discover the true meaning of love, loss and redemption.
Three couples, three different stories!
Unexpected Love Story June 5th (PreOrder)
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When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
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BOOK TOUR! –> Defy by Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniel
Title: Defy
Series: The Kings of Retribution MC Novella
Author: Crystal Daniels and Sandy Alvarez
Genre: MC Romance
Publication Date: May 1, 2018
“It just really doesn’t get any better than this series.” – Goodreads Review
“Excellent writing. Beautiful storyline.” – Goodreads Review
“The Kings never stop amazing me… A must read for sure.” – Goodreads Review
THE SMALLEST OF MIRACLES CAN HAVE THE BIGGEST IMPACTDefying everything life has thrown at them Logan and Bella’s love is unwavering and stronger than ever.
They have everything…almost.
Both long for more; Dream of creating a family of their own.
Sometimes their smiles and laughter are a mask-hiding struggle, heartbreak, and pain.
Logan and Bella’s story comes full circle when family and friends unite.
Giving them hope, and proving the true meaning of undaunted.
We are sisters who both share a passion for books. Our obsession for bad boys, alpha males, angst, romance, hot, sexy, and happily ever after has lead us on a journey, a dream to not only read all the incredible stories we love so much, but to write one of our own.
Both born in Illinois, then moved to Wyoming, were we spent part of our childhood before moving to Mississippi.
Crystal lives in Pearl Mississippi with her husband of twenty-one years, two sons and their two dogs.
Sandy lives in Brandon Mississippi with her husband of eleven years, and four kids.
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BOOK TOUR!!! –> ISAN by Mary Ting
Title: ISAN
Series: International Sensory Assassin Network #1
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: YA Dystopian/Science Fiction
Release Date: May 1, 2018
THE WORLD HAS CHANGED.
SCIENTISTS WARNED IT WOULD HAPPEN.
Meteors devastated the Earth. World Governments developed plans to help surviving citizens. The United States disbanded and salvageable land was divided into our quadrants—North, South, East, and West—governed by The Remnant Council.
Struggling to survive, seventeen-year-old Ava ends up in juvenile detention, until she is selected for a new life—with a catch. She must be injected with an experimental serum. The results will be life changing. The serum will make her better. To receive the serum, Ava agrees to join a program controlled by ISAN, the International Sensory Assassin Network.
While on a mission, she is abducted by a rebel group led by Rhett and told that not only does she have a history with him, but her entire past is a lie perpetuated by ISAN to ensure her compliance. Unsure of who to trust, Ava must decide if her strangely familiar and handsome captor is her enemy or her savior—and time is running out.
“Would you like my assistance? Or you can just stand there so I can stare at you a bit longer.”
Startled, I whirled toward the sound of a familiar, seductive voice. Sniper stood by the walk-in closet in a cool, relaxed manner with his hand braced on the door. His hair was slicked back, looking polished and debonair. My heart pummeled, but not in fear.
Was I crazy to be attracted to him? Mesmerized by the black tuxedo forming to his perfect body, I stared at him and wondered if I’d dreamed him up. His presence confirmed I hadn’t imagined him above the stairs earlier. Then I wondered if he’d come alone.
“How’d you know I was here?”
Unnerved, I gritted my teeth. He hadn’t heeded my warning to stay away. I should scream or plan an escape out of the bathroom, but I couldn’t move or think. His presence stirred my curiosity and I wanted answers, especially when the lunatic thought he knew me.
“It doesn’t concern you,” he said.
His nonchalant tone caused me to raise my voice. “The hell it doesn’t.”
“I’ll explain later.”
I scoffed. “Are you here to try to kidnap me again?”
I might not have Helix, but I had my heels and months of training backing me up. If there was one thing I was good at, it was bringing a person to their knees. Courage grew inside me and I dropped my dress.
Startled, I whirled toward the sound of a familiar, seductive voice. Sniper stood by the walk-in closet in a cool, relaxed manner with his hand braced on the door. His hair was slicked back, looking polished and debonair. My heart pummeled, but not in fear.
Was I crazy to be attracted to him? Mesmerized by the black tuxedo forming to his perfect body, I stared at him and wondered if I’d dreamed him up. His presence confirmed I hadn’t imagined him above the stairs earlier. Then I wondered if he’d come alone.
“How’d you know I was here?”
Unnerved, I gritted my teeth. He hadn’t heeded my warning to stay away. I should scream or plan an escape out of the bathroom, but I couldn’t move or think. His presence stirred my curiosity and I wanted answers, especially when the lunatic thought he knew me.
“It doesn’t concern you,” he said.
His nonchalant tone caused me to raise my voice. “The hell it doesn’t.”
“I’ll explain later.”
I scoffed. “Are you here to try to kidnap me again?”
I might not have Helix, but I had my heels and months of training backing me up. If there was one thing I was good at, it was bringing a person to their knees. Courage grew inside me and I dropped my dress.
International Bestselling/Award Winning Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. She also toured with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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BOOK TOUR! ~ I Dare You by Ilsa Madden-Mills
Title: I Dare You
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2018
Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills brings you a brand-new heartfelt, sexy contemporary romance with I DARE YOU.Bad Ass Athlete: I dare you to…
Delaney Shaw: Who is this?
The late night text is random, but “Bad Ass Athlete” sure seems to know who she is…
Delaney Shaw.
Good girl.
Lover of fluffy kitties and Star Wars.
Curious.
His dare? Spend one night in his bed—a night he promises will be unforgettable—and she can solve the mystery of who he is.
She knows she shouldn’t, but what else is she going to do with her boring Valentine’s Day?
One sexy hook-up later, her mind is blown and the secret’s out.
Maverick Monroe.
Bad boy.
The most talented football player in the country.
Just ask him.
Too bad for him Delaney’s sworn off dating athletes forever after her last heartbreak.
But Maverick wants more than one night and refuses to give up on winning Delaney’s heart. She isn’t one to be fazed by a set of broad shoulders.
After the semester ends, will the bad boy land the nerd girl or will the secrets they keep from each other separate them forever?
Wall Street Journal, New York Times, and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. She’s best known for her angsty, heartfelt new adult college romances. A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
She’s also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Dairies, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females.
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