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RELEASE DAY! —> Staying in Vegas by Sam Mariano

Title: Staying in Vegas
Series: Vegas Morelli Trilogy Book 1
Author: Sam Mariano
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 4, 2018
Cover Designer: Covers by Combs
When I met Rafe Morelli, he didn’t look like the biggest mistake I’d ever make; he seemed closer to the crime family version of Prince Charming. Charismatic, beautiful, and attentive—with an intoxicating air of power—Rafe was the stuff of my darkest fantasies.
It should have been a simple fling, no-strings-attached. My hot weekend with the sexy, dominant Vegas boss—a harmless memory to replay once I returned to my quiet, predictable life.

One tiny hitch in that plan: a panty-melting memory isn’t all he left behind. Now the stakes have changed, and I’m faced with a potentially life-altering decision. Do I stay away and enjoy my status as the only woman in known history who has played in the Morelli flames without getting burned, or do I risk stepping back into the fire?
BOOK 1 OF 3 IN THE VEGAS MORELLI TRILOGY

Sam Mariano loves to write edgy, twisty romantic reads with complicated characters you’re left thinking about long after you turn the last page. Her favorite thing about indie publishing is the ability to play by your own rules! If she isn’t reading one of the thousands of books on her to-read list, writing her next book, or playing with her adorable daughter… actually, that’s about all she has time for these days.

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COVER REVEAL ~ To Fall for Winter by Kelsey Kingsley

Title: To Fall for Winter
Series: Kinney Brothers #2
Author: Kelsey Kingsley
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance

Release Date: March 19, 2018

 

“You think I’m ready to ruin you forever?”
“Oh, Ireland… You’ve already ruined me forever.” 

I’ve been called the Black Sheep. Troublemaker. And probably a dozen other words that are nowhere near that nice. My past is checkered. Full of questionable choices and even worse outcomes. But I’ve put it behind me. I’m on the straight and narrow now.

For two years, I’ve towed the line. Stayed out of trouble. Kept my head above water. And have not made even one reckless decision.

But then Snow came to River Canyon on the first day of winter.

Inked, pierced, and unafraid of speaking her mind, and going after what she wants, she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Together, I knew we would make a mess. 

I just couldn’t keep myself from getting dirty.

When I was seventeen, my older brother Patrick had a momentary lapse of judgment with a girl he couldn’t stand, and as luck would have it, he had gotten the chick pregnant. 

The night he was told about the pregnancy, he came home and with his head in his hands, he gave our parents the wonderful news. I walked in on that cheerful little conversation, coming in from a night of partying with my friends. I had looked at him, ghost-white and panicked. Then, I looked at my parents, fuming, and also panicked. The three of them had acted for a time as though they were the only ones being affected by it all, but in truth, it was a defining moment in all of our lives.

For our parents, it was the shock of being handed their Grandparent Card before they felt they were ready. It was the reality that their oldest son, their first baby, was having a baby of his own and embarking on a journey of life that would take him places they weren’t permitted. 

For Patrick, it was the rusty—albeit temporary—nail in the coffin that held his relationship with his childhood sweetheart. It was the consequence to trump all others. And, well, I also like to think it was one of the best things to ever happen to him, because I know now that he sees his daughter as anything but a mistake. 

For my twin brother Sean, it was the encouragement he needed to continue being the perfect son. It was the pressure to get good grades, keep his head above water, and although he never said it, it stressed the shite out of him. I could see it in the lines that had formed between his brows. 

For me? Well … 

On that night, after sneaking up to the bedroom I still shared with Sean, all I can remember thinking was, “Well, nothing I do can ever be as disappointing as this. That guy has set the bar, and I will never see myself over it.” And that would have been fine, except that, for me, it wasn’t a warning—it became a dare, and I tested it a little too much. I managed to pass over that bar by the time I was twenty, and I just kept on climbing. 

And it wasn’t that I was a bad guy, keep in mind. I just couldn’t seem to help myself. I just found trouble, or maybe it found me. Who the hell knows. 

Still, by some miracle, I had never knocked a girl up. 

Maybe things would have been better if I had. 

And this was what I thought about while we did the cliché bullshite of having a smoke after sex.


 

Kelsey Kingsley lives in New York with her family and a cat named Ethel.

She believes there is nothing better than a good doughnut and a cup of tea, and that there is a song for everything.


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Dixie Covington is a redheaded spitfire with a sultry southern drawl. She loves her family, her small piece of the world and her art. But what Dixie desires more than anything is the freedom to fall in love with a man of her own choosing. So when her parents announce her engagement to a man she’s not even dating, Dixie and her closest friends pack their bags and head to The Big Easy for summer of fun and who knows what else.

Taz Nicorescu is another born and bred in New Orleans artist. With his exotic good looks and skills with a tattoo gun, he has no trouble finding female companionship when he wants it. Taz loves his life just the way it is, living with his best friend and running his well known Ink by Taz tattoo shop. He couldn’t have known a simple neighborly request would change everything he thought he knew about love and attraction.

What starts out as summer romance just might be true love!

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“I’m spendin’ the summer in New Orleans.” Dixie sat at one of her delicate wooden chairs with the yellow, pink and green striped cushions and smiled at her one of her best friends and cousin Pepper.

“What? You can’t go away for the summer, Mama’s countin’ on you,” Pepper pouted. She was a beautiful woman, with dark brown skin and eyes so light brown they were almost golden. Her mama had married one of Dixie’s uncles and ran the only art gallery in Rock Hill.

Dixie waved a dismissive hand at Pepper. “I’ve already talked to Aunt Sarah about it and she urged me to go. Her only condition was that I send her one painting each week to make sure I’m still focused.” She smiled and lifted her bare shoulders in a shrug. “So, who wants to go with me?”

Marilyn chose that moment to breeze through the front door, arms full with two cloth sacks and her giant designer handbag. “Alright, I’ve got bourbon and mint, water, ice and tequila.” She kicked the door shut with one killer red stiletto and rushed to set the bags down. “I also brought butter pecan ice cream, shortbread cookies and a rib dinner from Dante’s.”

“Jeez girl, did you leave anything for the rest of Rock Hill?” Pepper teased her and plucked the tequila bottle from the bag. “But I approve and that’s why you’re my favorite cousin.”

Marilyn ignored Pepper’s phony smile and dropped into the seat in front of her. “You’re full of it, Pepper but I’ll take it. I could use it.”

Dixie sat on her cousin’s lap and wrapped her arms around Marilyn’s shoulders. “What’s wrong sugar?”

“I’m just tired and frustrated.” It was more than that but she didn’t want to get into it.

Dixie’s blue eyes widened and she stood, walking around the table until she faced her best friends. “I’ve got it! You should come with me to New Orleans, both of you! We can have a fun summer away from our stuffy, controlling parents, no offense Pepper, and enjoy being ourselves!” Before either woman could answer, Dixie turned and took advantage of the open floor plan, grabbing her cocktail shaker, muddler and ice. She didn’t notice the wide eyed stares until she began to muddle the mint and sugar. “What?”

“Are you out of your mind, Dixie Mae Covington?” Marilyn removed her blond locks from the loose bun at the base of her neck. “I can’t just pick up and leave for three months.”

Her auburn brows crinkled in confusion. “Why not? You can write anywhere there’s a power outlet and Wi-Fi.”

“Well I’m in,” Pepper said, grabbing the cocktail shaker and adding a few glugs of tequila. “Texas style,” she grinned and filled three tall glasses.

“Not that I’m not happy you’re comin’ sugar, but why?”

She shrugged and took a long, satisfying sip. “Duvall is a lying, cheating, no good son of a bitch?” Her harsh words were contradicted by her casual tone.

Dixie wrapped an arm around Pepper, “I always thought you were too good for him, doll. Good riddance.”

Marilyn glared, green eyes glittering outrage. “And what about your plans to find a job?”

“I’ve decided I’m going to do it. I’m going to design my own video game.”

Both women squealed and swallowed her up in a heap of enthusiastic hugs and kisses. “That’s so fantastic, Pepper! I’m so happy for you.”

Two pleading gazes turn on Marilyn. “Dang, don’t put it all on me.” They said nothing, just looked at her with stares that grew more pitiful by the second. “Oh fine, looks like we’re all going to the Big Easy this summer.”

 

 

Two

“Come on ladies, move your booties!” Dixie was up at the crack of dawn to pack up her giant SUV and had to wait for Marilyn and Pepper to get their acts together. She felt at ease now that she had a few suitcases worth of clothes, her paints, canvases and easel packed. She was determined that this summer would be transformative for her. She would sleep late if she felt like it, paint all day and maybe even try to sell a few while she was at it. Maybe after a few weeks she would look for a job.

Dixie punched her horn several times to motivate her cousins. When Pepper finally emerged from her family home, she signed. “Finally! Did you pack up your worldly possessions or what?” She watched her cousins lug several suitcases, computers and all manner of must-haves to the car.

Pepper frowned and blew a stray curl out of her face. “It’s a good thing Uncle Clive bought you this gas guzzler or one of us would have to ride on the roof.” She struggled to shove her high powered gaming computer in place.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, girl! Move aside.” Dixie climbed into the back and let the seat down. “There we go, now hand it all in.” Fifteen minutes later Pepper was all packed and slumped in the passenger seat, not bothering with the sweat on her brow. Dixie laughed at her cousin. “How are you tired when I did all the hard work?”

“You’ve got strong arms from hours of painting. I only have strong hands,” she held up her slender brown hands with pink nails. “Thank you for helping Dixie.”

“No problem, sugar. Now tell me about this game of yours.”

Pepper sighed. “I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Ask me again in a month.” She pasted on a smile that Dixie saw right through.

“I’ll let that go for now Pepper, but we’re responsible for each other this summer. You make sure I’m painting and I’ll make sure you are developing or whatever.”

“Deal. Now let’s get going because you know it’ll be like pulling teeth to get Marilyn away from her parents.”

“Don’t worry. We’re going either way. She’s either coming or she’s not, we’re not debating with Aunt Sula about this.” Marilyn’s parents were entirely too protective and they were insistent that she marry Kyle Swanson even though they’d broken up last year. “I’m thinkin’ of doing a series of paintings on each of us and our journey this summer.” She’d spent all night thinking about it. “I’m seeing lots of intense reds and oranges for Marilyn so that has to mean something.” They pulled into the grand old mansion Marilyn’s daddy bought her mama for their wedding.

Dixie laid on the horn. “I refuse to get out of this car and get sucked into their drama. By dinner we’ll be eating gumbo at some restaurant in the French Quarter.”

“That sounds divine! We have to go to that place famous for the beignets!” Pepper squealed and a smile lit up her beautiful face.

“Oh, most definitely! I swear I had powdered sugar on my lips when I woke up this morning!” They began talking over each other about all the food they would try in New Orleans. “Here comes Mar.”

She pulled two large suitcases behind her, a laptop bag draped across her body and a bright red purse hooked through her elbow. She yanked open the door behind Pepper. “Help out ladies so we can get the hell outta here!”


  

BLOG TOUR ~ Midnight Rain by Kathleen Maree

Title: Midnight Rain
Series: Lake Shore University #2
Author: Kathleen Mareé
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: February 8, 2018
They say it’s as easy as following your heart. Just listen to it, and let it guide you…

 

It’s so simple isn’t it?
Even if half belongs to one best friend, and the other half literally beats for the other…
It doesn’t matter how much time passes or how angry I am at the world, because I know without a doubt that I needed both of them.
More than I needed to breathe.

 

From the earliest age I was a born storyteller.

 

Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy… it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish.
Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, ‘Cut’ had been completed.
When I am not busy writing my next story, I am a working mum, housewife and sometimes hockey wag 🙂 In other words, probably some kind of circus act who specialises in juggling 😉
I hope you enjoy my blog, where I will be posting thoughts, other books I am currently reading and even sneak peeks of my novels. I encourage any feedback, comments or direct messages via my contact page should anyone wish to get in touch.
I am so thrilled to be sharing my journey and hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
Dream often. Believe always.

 

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COVER REVEAL!!! ~ Watch and See by Jiffy Kate

Title: Watch and See
Author: Jiffy Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance w/ Erotic Elements

Release Date: March 9, 2018

Cover Design/Formatting: Jersey Girl Designs
Cover Model/Photographer: Franggy Yanez

Life hasn’t been kind to Harper Evans.

The small-town gossip about her dead dad and drug-addicted mother has taken its toll. But when her mother is admitted to a long-term rehab facility a few hours away, Harper sees her chance for a fresh start. 

A shoebox apartment above a Chinese restaurant isn’t exactly the escape she dreamed of, but she makes it work. With limited funds and no social life, she views her new city through a dusty old pair of binoculars.

There’s no harm in looking.

Just a peek and I’ll stop.

Harper finds her new pastime quickly turning into a full-fledged obsession. She begins falling for a man she doesn’t know—has never met—as she watches him have sex through the window of his apartment. Daydreaming about what it would be like if she were one of his conquests.

We all reach a point when watching isn’t enough—when we can no longer just be a spectator in our own life. That’s when it’s supposed to get good, right? When we take control and go after what we want. But what happens when it all blows up in our face and we’re left with less than nothing?

What then?

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His large palms and long fingers press firmly against the glass, while her pale back slides vigorously up and down, a mess of red hair in tangles around her.

 

Everything I observe on the other side of that window hits somewhere deep within me, igniting a fire I didn’t know was possible.

I watch.

I see.

I feel.

Her legs unravel from his waist, and he spins her around. She braces her hands against the glass and her mouth drops open as he enters her from behind. This is the first glimpse I’ve got of her face, and she’s beautiful. Her features are soft and delicate. But she’s no different than the rest—they’re all beautiful. 

This is his favorite position. He takes almost every woman like this. And since it’s a favorite of his, it’s also become a favorite of mine. Well, a favorite to watch. I’ve only ever had sex in the missionary position, but I have a good imagination.

I continue to watch. He pushes; she pushes. He pulls; she surrenders. Sometimes, it’s slow and sensual. Other times, it’s fast and hard. It’s up to him. He sets the pace. The women are at his mercy, but I never see them leave without a sated expression. So, I can only guess it’s as good for them as it is for him… and for me.

The woman’s beautiful face contorts as she throws her head back. Judging by the way her mouth is hanging open and her throat is moving, I imagine she’s screaming, probably his name.

He bends her over even farther, his strong hands gripping her torso as his hips collide with hers, and he continues to thrust in and out forcefully. The sweat coating his chest accentuates the definition of his muscles. Gritted teeth and a tight jaw tell me he’s getting close, which disappoints me because I could watch him for hours.

I let out a breath I’ve been holding, licking my dry lips as I watch him push in even harder, his movements becoming erratic.

I probably shouldn’t watch. I’m sure some would think it’s perverse.

I don’t have a fetish, per se, but I do have to admit I get off.

I’d have to be dead not to.

Eventually, his body relaxes, and he pulls out, quickly walking to a nearby trashcan and disposing of the condom. His firm backside is almost as good as the front. I bite my lip, watching the muscles in his back. I want that. I want him.

She disappears, probably going to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He continues to walk around the living room naked. He’s still somewhat erect, and even in this state, it’s something that makes my mouth water and my imagination run wild.

I’m definitely going to have to take a bath before the ice cream tonight. There’s no way I can stand the throbbing between my legs any longer.

Regretfully, I place the binoculars down on the window sill and head for the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I let the scene from the last few minutes play on loop as I check the temperature water until it’s just right. 

When the tub is full, I step in and sink down, resting my head back and allowing the warmth to envelop me—my mind immediately going to him. Closing my eyes, I imagine him. I think about what it would be like to be in the window… to be his prey… to be consumed by him.

His hands. 

His mouth. 

His tongue. 

Slipping my hand between my legs, I press my middle finger firmly against my clit and make slow circles before dipping down and collecting the wetness that has nothing to do with my bath. It doesn’t take long for me to coax an orgasm to the surface. The familiar tightness in my stomach has me increasing the friction and chasing my release. 

Exhaling my appreciation, I sink further into the tub. I’m not completely sated, like the women when they leave his apartment, but I’ve taken the edge off enough to relieve the ache.

 

When I’m out of the bath and dried off, I walk to the freezer, making my selection for the night.

 

Red Velvet Cake.

Returning to the window sill with my carton of ice cream, I curl my legs under me and pick the binoculars back up.

He’s alone, and he’s no longer naked, but this look is a close second. The gray sweatpants he’s wearing hang loosely on his hips, displaying the V of his muscles that lead down below. His hair is wet. I don’t know why, but thinking of him being in the shower at the same time I was in the bath makes me feel connected to him in some weird way. I like it. Sometimes, I like watching what he does after the women leave almost as much as I enjoy watching what he does while they’re there.

Almost.

 

Jiffy Kate is the joint pen name for Jiff Simpson and Jenny Kate Altman. They’re co-writing besties who share a brain and a love of cute boys, good coffee, and a fun time. 

Together, they’ve written over twenty stories. Their first published book, Finding Focus, was released in November 2015. Since then, they’ve continued to write what they know, which is southern settings full of swoony heroes and strong heroines. 

You can find them on most social media outlets at @jiffykate, @jiffykatewrites, or @jiffsimpson and @jennykate77.

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BLOG TOUR!! ~ Madman by WS Greer

Title: Madman
Series: Love & Chaos #1
Author: WS Greer
Genre:  Dark Romance/Thriller
Release Date: February 5, 2018 

 


Eyecandy Bookstore – “WS is a natural story teller in a raw, in your face kind of way.”


Natalie Weston – “THIS BOOK!!!!!! Madman was my introduction to W.S. Greer and I have to say what an introduction it was.”


#Minxes Love Books – “A beautifully dark, twisted and well written story that takes you hostage and will hold your attention right to the very end…”

People fear what they don’t understand. Maybe that’s why they all fear me. I’m sure they have their reasons, I just couldn’t possibly care what any of them are. As long as they’re afraid. 

Born to a drug dealer father and a drug addict mother, I’ve been through enough to make a normal person lose their mind five times over. I’m not normal. Normal is for weak people, and I’m anything but weak.

My childhood was made of nightmares, but there was one light in all my darkness. Her name was Reina Wilde, and when my mother would hit me or pass out in the middle of the living room on her high, I would confide in her. We were from completely different worlds, but she meant something to me, though I never figured out what, because she left. In the years that followed, I built a reputation for myself, and let go of any and all deluded notions of love. 

I’ll never go straight now. It’s just too much fun taking things from people who are powerless to stop me. And make no mistake about it, I take what I want, from who I want, when I want. 

I’m infamous in this city. But everything changes when, after years apart, I finally see Reina again, and she’s standing next to my enemy–the underboss of the Philadelphia mob. 

It’s not just about power anymore. It’s not about respect. No, this is personal now. 

Gasoline has been thrown on the flame, and for Reina, I’m about to burn the whole world to the ground.



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WS Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the US Air Force. He’s been serving his country since 2004, and has been an author since his debut novel, Frozen Secrets, was released in 2013. 
WS was born to military parents in San Antonio, Texas, and bounced around the world as a child before settling in New Mexico in 1994, where he met his high school sweetheart, who’d become his wife in 2003. 

 

WS has landed on multiple bestseller’s lists in the US, UK, and Australia (Claiming Carter, Becoming Carter, Destroying Carter, Defending Her, Kingpin, Long Live the King) to become an international bestselling author. 

 

WS loves connecting with his fans and readers, and does so whenever he gets the chance, and he would love to hear from you. You can find him on his personal blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

 

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HAPPY RELEASE DAY!! ~ Mystical Mortality by Diana Marie DuBois

Title: Mystical Mortality
Series: Mystical Mansion #1
Author: Diana Marie DuBois
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 6, 2018 
Maxim Rafferty lived under a curse his whole life. One that he longed to be released from. The yoke of being Alpha, weighed heavy and Maxim only wanted his freedom. When an opportunity to win his mortality arose, Maxim jumped at the chance. The Mystical Mansion held the key to his mortality, but it also held secrets and death. 

 


 

A chance encounter with the beautiful Mariwen Hawking has Maxim reevaluating why he’s in the contest in the first place. Could there be more in life for someone like him? A chance with a beautiful fairy?
In a house full of mystique and intrigue, Maxim must navigate his way through potential enemies and find out who he can trust. Will he win the heart of Mariwen, or die trying to win his freedom from his curse?
Do you have what it takes to enter The Mystical Mansion? Enter if you dare…

 

As a young girl, Diana Marie Dubois was an avid reader and was often found in the local public library. Now you find her working in her local library. Hailing from the culture filled state of Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans; her biggest inspiration has always been the infamous Anne Rice and her tales of Vampires. It was those very stories that inspired Diana to take hold of her dreams and begin writing. She lives in the country with her Great Dane Elysia.


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