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NEW RELEASE!! –> Fools Rush In by Lilliana Anderson

Title: Fools Rush In
Series: A Cartwright Brother Romance
Author: Lilliana Anderson
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 30, 2018
I was a good girl. But I wanted him, knowing he was a thief. Did that make me bad?
Before Sam, I was the most boring, awkward and level-headed person you’d ever met. I was my best friend’s side-kick, the supporting actress to another person’s life. 

And I was OK like that. 
I was lonely. 
But I was OK. 

Then he came along. Our eyes locked and BANG my heart started beating. As my blood warmed and pumped around my body, everything changed. Before that moment, I had been as dead inside as my mortuary ‘clients’. 

Now I was alive, experiencing things for the first time, enamoured with a man I knew to be a criminal. 
Instead of running and remaining the good Christian girl I was, I married him. 
Now, I had to live with the consequences of that decision.

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BOOK TOUR!! ~ Unravel by Aashna K.

Title: Unravel
Series: The Love Undone Series #1
Author: Aashna K.
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

One Moment

 

That’s all it took for her life to spiral out of her carefully crafted control.
One Encounter
That’s all it took for her to fall. Fall into the chasms of her dreams and Unravel.
~~~
With life betraying her plans and a future unyielding to her ambitions, Vienna Roy is at the most crucial crossroads of her life. Not wanting to look back and dishearten her already defeated heart, she accepts a challenge and starts afresh.
A new job, a new city and a new lease on life seems perfect, but it’s far from that. It’s a prismatic trap set by fate to lure her back to a time she has unwillingly left behind. Right back to him, the man in her dreams.
Kingston Sharp.
He’s a man of many talents. Fearless, formidable, and charismatic, he blazes through every challenge that comes his way. He is a hard man to beat, and a harder one to forget. But behind the rock-solid persona, lays the heart of a man who has been scarred, who has lost a lot in a very little time.
Putting in his all, he’s finally dealt with his past, shoving it in a dark corner of his heart. Forging forward, he forgets, only to find himself face to face with the one person who started it all. Her.
As the ghost of their past ignites its fury of passion, the best-laid plans crumble and burn out. The inferno of their yesterday leaves nothing for them to control, ripping their hearts out. Fate makes its play, destiny intervenes, and a love they never seized starts to Unravel!

 



 


 

Vienna- Billy Joel
Lie in the Sound – Tresspassers William
Counting Stars- OneRepublic
Butterfly- Christina Perry
Let me go- Avril Lavigne ft Chad Kroeger
Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis
Insatiable- Darren Hayes
I shall Believe- Sheryl Crow
Stupid in Love- Rihana
Set fire to the Rain- Adele
Before it’s too late- Goo Goo Dolls
Roundhe- Alisha Chinai
Preet- Jasleen Kaur Royal
Mehfuz- Euphoria
Saiyara-Mohit Chauhan
Awari- Soch- The Band
Evanescene- Bring me to life
Wrecking Ball – Miley Cyrus

 

I wanted to kiss him.

 

Sitting in the midst of the entire team, discussing very crucial procedures for the launch next week, all I could think of was him.

 


 

My lips hungered to taste his, my breath caught from the desperation to amalgamate its existence with his.

 


 

It was unfathomable, the surge of emotions coursing through my blood.

 


 

The conversation with Cassie had somehow managed to unleash a wave of lust I’d never experienced before.

 


 

With every thought of him, I was disintegrating.

 


 

I was resurrecting.

 


 

I was ripping apart.

 


 

With every tick of the clock, the distance between us was eating at my soul.

 


 

I felt torturously trapped in this unwilling body of mine, unable to reach out to him.

 


 

Nothing but him mattered at this moment, like he was the very crux of my existence.

 


 

Without him, his touch, his scent, his aura around me, I was suffocating.

 


 

My clothes were strangling me.

 


 

I wanted to rip all my barricades and lunge toward him, to breathe him in and feel all right again, to feel like myself again.

 


 

I needed him.

 


 

“This is what needs to be done once we get to New York. I don’t want any glitches. Are we clear, Mr. Perry?”

 


 

His voice ripped through every barricade protecting my heart and kidnapped my heartbeats without the slightest resistance. My eyes refocused and found him.

 


 

He looked magnificent. His arms moved with animated ease as he conversed with the group.

 


 

Long, muscular arms filled up the soft gray shirt with toned perfection, guiding my eyes down to his sculpted and shapely torso, adorned by his charcoal vest.

 


 

I wanted to run my hands over his body, feel every contour, every ridge, and every muscle.

 


 

I wanted to surrender in his embrace and feel those arms possessing me, and his hands clawing me out of my self-inflicted barriers.

 

A pen in my hand…a blank paper waiting in anticipation…

 

The stars…lighting up the deep dark sky…And the magic happens…I lay down and look up..

 

Musing through my soul..My thoughts..take form..And the words knock at my door..
I sigh…I smile…and I let myself go..Allowing my thoughts to take me somewhere new..
I feel I am home…Its new..but its love..And as the star…streaks through the sky..
I know its time..Love beckons…And I pick up my pen and write…Filling in the blank of the paper..

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Aashna K is an up and coming author, who loves writing about love. Ever since she was a teenager, love stories have fueled her imagination, so finally, after over a decade of daydreaming and brainstorming, she took the plunge and grabbed the metaphorical pen and started writing. She enjoys writing stories about first love and second chances, and always gravitates towards characters that are strong, stubborn, and know who they are. Conflict and passion drives her stories and a strong pair of protagonists, makes the book.

Apart from writing she enjoys travelling, cooking and being silly with her husband and rambunctious Brittany spaniel.

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RELEASE DAY!! ~ In the Gray by AD McCammon

Title: In The Gray
Series: In This Moment
Author: A.D. McCammon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 19, 2018

“There isn’t always a clean beginning and ending to every story. Instead of something being black or white, it’s a mixture of both, forming a nice shade of gray.”

Writer Lori Stevens was eighteen when she was assaulted by her mentor, learning people aren’t always what they seem the hard way. She’s found solace living in the gray, keeping everyone at arm’s length with her secrets safely tucked away.

When the biggest story of her career hits too close to home, Lori is forced to face her demons and question everything—like her feelings for Steven Duncan. 

Steven was meant to be nothing more than a failed one-night stand, but when a cruel twist of fate brings him back into her life, she begins falling for him. 

There’s one slight problem: he’s dating her best friend.

Officer Steven Duncan is no stranger to tragedy, but that never stopped him from searching for his fairytale. Now, he’s dating the perfect girl, only it’s the wrong girl who feels right.

Steven is willing to fight for Lori—to step outside the boundaries of his black and white world—but can they find happiness living in the gray?



“McCammon did a fantastic job of writing a book that deals with issues that are rather dark but she does it so well.” – Stephanie (Goodreads)


“Such a powerful, honest and pertinent story -” – Stacy Wray (Goodreads)


“This book was amazing and beautifully told. It hits subjects that may make you shutter in disgust and want to punch someone but it is done so well.” – I Don’t Get Sundays Blog

 

 

Amber McCammon is a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and avid reader who also happens to write contemporary romance/women’s fiction. She currently has two self-published novels, In This Moment and Crushed. In the Gray, releasing April 19th, is the third book in her standalone series. The fourth is expected to release in late 2018. 

 


Amber lives in Tennessee, born and raised, though she recently left her heart in the PNW. She’s a Ravenclaw, fall is her favorite season, and she believes that music is food for the soul.
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RELEASE DAY! ~ Black and White by Cynthia Rayne

Title: Black and White
Series: Black Star Security Series
Author: Cynthia Rayne
Genre: Romance
Publication Date: April 16, 2018 

 

Singing the Blues

Former Navy SEAL, Thomas King, lost his wife in the most painful way imaginable. Now, he’s a member of the Black Star Security team, and when King’s favorite singer, Savannah Summers, is nearly killed, he steps up to be her bodyguard. It’s a dream come true for King. He’s been her biggest fan for years, and her music helped him through the darkest time in his life.

There’s only one problem. She’s even prettier in person and King doubts he’ll be able to keep this professional.

A Brush with Death

Savannah Summers is afraid for her life. Someone is trying to kill her, and they got pretty damn close to taking her out. Savvy doesn’t have a clue who wants her dead or why. And she doesn’t know what to make of her large and in charge bodyguard whose hellbent on protecting her.

Will this be her swan song? Or can King neutralize the threat? And will they be able to keep their hands off one another?

Black and White Chapter 1 | Cynthia Rayne

Author’s Note: Apologies, but this hasn’t been proofread yet. Chapter One “How’ve you been, honey?” Magnus Butterfield asked. “Just fine, sugar, thanks for askin’.” Savannah Summers pasted on a smile, even though she inwardly seethed. Magnus treated her like a stripper at a bachelor party. Thankfully, she’d practiced slathering honey all over her words…

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Cynthia Rayne is the USA TODAY bestselling author of the Black Star Security Series, the Lone Star Mobster Series and the Four Horsemen MC Series. While Cynthia was born and raised a damn Yankee in Ohio, her parents hail from Dixie, and she grew up on homemade buttermilk biscuits and southern wisdom. In her spare time, she enjoys shopping, reading way too many romance novels, and drinking a truly obscene amount of coffee.

 

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BOOK REVIEW –> Mr. Insatiable by Serenity Woods

Get your copy HERE!!!

 

ABOUT:

Has Mr. Insatiable finally met his match?

Kit Fawkes is Enya’s most favorite person in the whole world. She’s known him forever, and as her brother’s best mate and business partner, she would trust him with her life.

But ever since his ex told Enya that he was ‘insatiable’ in the bedroom, she’s harbored a secret curiosity for what that means. And on the night of her brother’s wedding, when she admits to Kit that she has a problem in the bedroom, she finally gets the chance to find out. Kit’s determination to prove to her that she’s not ‘broken’ leads to a lovemaking session that leaves them both wanting more. So Enya suggests an arrangement—a brief fling while they’re on a trip away in China.

What she doesn’t know is that Kit’s already half in love with her, and there’s no way he will turn down an opportunity to get her into bed again. “If I agree to this, it won’t be as your friend,” he tells her. “I’m not going to hold back. I’ll want you every which way, as often as I can manage it. I’ll want to show you everything I know, and explore a few more things together, if we have time. Do you think you can cope with that?”

Does he know that’s what she wants? So badly, it’s making her burn? But what will happen in the cold light of day, when Kit learns the whole truth about her past?

 

 

I really enjoyed Mr. Insatiable. Kit and Enya were amazing, from their lifelong friendship, the secret crushes and oh my god the hotness!

I always enjoy Serenity Woods’ books and this one was no different. What I really enjoyed was that Enya wasn’t just some happy-go-lucky girl bouncing around and flitting about life, she had substance to her. A horrible event in her past that would have a huge impact on her future, but Enya didn’t let it get to her. Much. I mean she has some issues related to it, but so many that it prevented her from living. She dealt with it the best way she could, and I appreciated that.

Kit was…everything. He was fun and funny, sweet and he knew exactly what Enya needed and did his best to give it to her. He was the quintessential book boyfriend and absolutely insatiable! Don’t get me wrong, he’s a guy, so of course he screws up at some point, but he deals with it head on and by head on I mean he drowned his sorrows in booze (fine by me) and then he got off his butt and went after his woman.

There was no real villain and if I’m honest, no real angst in Mr. Insatiable, and that just made the story even better as far as I was concerned. The only part that had me clenching my teeth was Kit’s dad. Yeah of course he’s looking out for his son, but kit is a GROWN MAN, and really it wasn’t his business. With a group as close as this group is, these things are bound to happen but I thought he was totally out of bounds and dead wrong.

Other than John, I truly loved the story and it reminded me why Serenity Woods is a one-click author.

HAPPY RELEASE DAY! ~ Enticed By You by Meghana Sarathy

Title: Enticed By You
Series: Miraculous Love Book 1
Author: Meghana Sarathy
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 13, 2018



I’m Sara Waters. I had a perfect life – an almost perfect boyfriend- a career plan laid out. BUT….
One surprising encounter with my BOSS-Nathan Bankers and I see an all new face of his
One conversation with Nathan – my heart takes the fall and I come unhinged.
I fall for the WRONG guy, letting go of my right boyfriend.
I fall for the GUY twenty years elder to me – His age a mere number, his attraction for me, my vice.
I fall for the Married man, father of two – Tucking away my own virtue
Nothing is black and white, right or wrong in love.
Our love might me dirty for the world, but it is pure in the bubble that we have created and live in.
I love Nathan Bankers with all my heart and I make the best of my limited time with him.
I also know that nothing can come out of it – EVER
No expectations and no hopes of a HEA for me
An undying love for a man who was never meant to be MINE
And yet I have him ENTICED

Enticed by you is the first book in the duet. This book contains graphical sex and certain ‘triggers’ that are suitable for readers above the age of 18.





My hands tremble as I slide my thumb across the screen to receive the call. My heart is thumping so hard, he can probably hear it through the phone. This kind of high and excitement is new for me. Never even in bed with Bryce have I felt this raw need and anxiety. I’m a mess and the person responsible for it is on the other end of the line. 


“Hey.” My voice is a breathy whisper. 


“Sara.” His voice has the earlier huskiness to it but it’s breathy at the same time. The underlying sexy timbre resonates with my vocal chords. 


“Nathan,” I reply. There are so many thoughts running in my mind. It’s a complete chaos and that’s also why I’m drawing a blank. I’ve no idea how to take it further.


“I don’t have much time. But I couldn’t stop myself from calling you.”


“To be honest, I was waiting for your call.” At least I have found my words. 


He chuckles. The sound is so hearty and blissful, it snakes around my heart. I want to hear him laugh. If a mere chuckle of his can please me so much, his laughter will do wonders.


“When have you not been honest? You’ve always been blatantly frank. In fact, your harsh comments have evoked smart responses from me, but I never said them out loud. You see, I don’t want the others to realize just how much you affect me.”


I swallow hard, trying to grasp his every single word. He is overloading me with too much of raw and thought evoking remarks. What am I even supposed to say? Sorry? Thank you? Or ask him why and how I actually affect him?


“My first and foremost important task is to keep my cool,” He adds as an afterthought. 


Keep his cool? Well, I can’t let this chance pass without taking a jab at him.


“Sorry, but if you’re already used to my honest comments, let me start by correcting you. You don’t always maintain your cool. I can give you credits for trying, but you fail most of the times and that’s exactly why I used to engage in such petty arguments with you.”


“Really, now?” he asks with a hint of laughter. “Why exactly did you stop those petty arguments?” His voice is deeper now like he’s actually trying to restrain himself. From what? Speaking something inappropriate? Highly possible but that’s exactly what I want to hear now.


“I realized you were way too thick headed to be worthy of my efforts.”


Now I’m the one pushing him. Will he play along with my whims and fancies? I’ll find out soon.


He cracks up again and this time his voice penetrates all the way to my marrows and sinks deep. The excitement and innocence of his laughter brings a wide smile on my face. This laughter isn’t that of a man’s. There is no constraint, no shackles restraining it and neither is the sound weighed down by the experiences of life. This laughter is of a kid who is perhaps laughing at a silly joke cracked by his friend. So carefree and light-hearted. I can get attuned to this sound. 


“Sorry to be such a failure in your eyes, baby. Next time, I shall try harder.”


There is that word again. Baby. Why is he using it? And is there an innuendo even to this?


“What do you want, Nathan?” I ask in a hushed tone.


I need to know. I have to understand his motives. I can’t remain confused like this.


“What can I possibly offer you, baby? Just say it.”


“Answers,” I reply boldly.


“Shoot the questions.”


“Is it because of my book? Is that what got you so interested in me?”


There is a small pause. “Interested?” He scoffs. “An inappropriate word. An understatement actually. Intrigued seems more apt.”


“Really now? And what do you expect? You’ll spin out such lines and I’ll be smitten by you?”


Is that what he’s going for? Does he wish to gain my attention? He wants me to show interest in him? This is the best way of learning answers from him.


“Is that how you want to take things? You want it to be mutual attraction?”


“Attraction?” I question. “You’re attracted to me? I was going for a much simpler and safer words like interested. I’m truly honored now.”


I hear his labored breaths. Is he trying to withhold from speaking his mind? I don’t want him to hold himself back. I want to learn the thoughts swirling in his head. The raw, naked, honest thoughts. If he opens up, so will I. Nothing will hold be back this time. No second thoughts. No hesitation.


“Keep using that snarky mouth of yours and I will kiss the fuck out of you.”


My throat clogs up. Not even a single word comes out. It’s like time has actually come to a halt. My heart skips a beat as I try again and again to grasp his words.


But forget my mind- it’s still blank. It’s my body that’s thrumming with excitement. If the pulsating organ between my legs is any indication, then his words had an impact alright and they definitely hit their target. 


“Have nothing to say?” He bickers. “That means you clearly don’t mind being kissed by me. Baby, all you have to do is ask and I’d happily oblige.”


Really? Well, I won’t be the one giving in so easily. I can play along. But is this even a game? I’ll push that thought to the back of my head for now.


“I actually believed using my snarky mouth would be enough to unleash the beast within you. If I have to request, then I might as well as go for the craigslist. Even paid services are better than requesting.”


“Baby, the beast is already unleashed. You just have to see it to believe it.” 


This time my throat actually goes dry. The only comeback I can think of lies frozen on the tip of my tongue. I can’t possibly ask him to show. That’s just outrageously wrong when I clearly know what he’s going for.


“Did I cross my limits now? I tend to be doing that a lot around you.” He sighs and lets out a short laugh.


“Do you even have any limits?” I cross-question him.


“In this regard maybe no, but I can accommodate a few for you.”


What the hell is happening? No matter what I throw his way, he’s just not backing down.






Meghana Sarathy is from Bangalore, India. She is an avid reader and also a writer. She mainly reads and writes Adult and New Adult romance, as well as dark and psychological thrillers. She has a special affinity towards love triangles and angst filled stories. Her all time favorite characters are her very own characters- Jennifer, Brandon and Linden. She tends to fall hard for boys who are either cocky, good flirts and total charmers.


She spends most of her free time reading, writing or watching anime. Depending on her mood, she tends to write two to three books at a time. She is a crazy fan of Dragonball Z and can be seen watching the episodes in repeat. Vegeta is her all time favorite anime character.


BOOK TOUR ~ The Happy Endings Collection by L. Wilder

Collection Title: The Happy Endings Collection
Titles: My Temptation ~ Bring The Heat ~ His Promise
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: RomCom

Release Date: February 20, 2018




Grace-


After one too many disappointments in and out of the bedroom, I’d all but given up on men. While I was doubtful that therapy would change anything, I had to try something.


As soon as I walked into Dr. Seth Michaels’ office, temptation set in. With his piercing green eyes and devilish smile, the handsome doctor was every woman’s fantasy, including mine.


He tempted me in ways that I never dreamed possible, but some lines just can’t be crossed. With a newfound libido, I left his office thinking I would never see him again, but fate and a meddling mother had other plans.






Kaci-


Tucker Michaels could bring the heat, striking out anyone who stepped up to the plate, and he was burning up the big leagues.


At least, that’s what I was told.


I had no idea who Tucker Michaels was, and I honestly didn’t care. From the moment I met him, I thought he was an arrogant, smart-mouthed jerk.

I’ll admit he was hot—if you’re into those gorgeous, athletic types, but there was no mistaking the way he looked at me, like I was about to be his next grand slam. 


Unfortunately for him, he was about to be the one to strike out. I had no interest in playing games, especially when he was helping my little brother’s baseball team. 


… But after a week from hell and one too many drinks, I was starting to see another side of the sexy, charismatic player.

 



After the devastating loss of my wife and daughter, I did everything in my power to guard my heart, making everyone, including myself, believe I no longer had one. I focused on my work and kept everyone at a distance. It was the only way I could face the day. 

I had no time for distractions, but the day Langley, my legal assistant, asked for help with her custody battle there was no way I could refuse. When I was at my worst, she was there to pick up the pieces, making sure I didn’t lose the only thing I had left—my career.

Now, it was my turn to ensure she didn’t lose the one thing she cared about most—her children. 

I promised to help, but I had no way of knowing that one promise would turn my entire world upside down. With the help of her two kids, she chiseled away at the walls I’d worked so hard to build, and I found myself wanting the one thing I thought was out of my reach—another chance at love.
EXCERPT FROM HIS PROMISE

I sat in my car and took several deep breaths, trying to collect myself before I headed inside. When I finally walked into the house, I found Beatrice sitting at the kitchen counter. She was still in her little, red flannel pajamas, and her curly hair was down around her face. She had a crayon in one hand and an oatmeal cookie in the other, and as soon as she saw me heading in her direction, she sat up in her chair and smiled. “Hi, Mr. Colton. I’m making you a picture for your refrigerator.”
And just like that, my bad mood started to falter. I walked over to the counter, and when I looked over her shoulder, I saw that she was drawing a picture of man wearing a suit. When I noticed the dark hair, I realized it was a picture of me.
“Looking good, kid.” “It’s you.”
“I see that, but you’re missing my beard.”
“That’s because I don’t like your beard,” she replied innocently.
“You don’t?”
She shook her head as she bit her bottom lip. “It makes you look a little scary. I like you better without it.”
“Scary?” I ran my hand over my chin, tugging at the bristles of my beard. “You really think so?”
“Umm-hmmm. And it makes you look kind of old.”
“Old? Really?” I asked with surprise.
“Yes, sir, but just a little. Not like Santa Claus kind of old.”
Damn. The kid knew how to hit a guy where it hurts. She looked up at me with those dark eyes of hers, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Gee … thanks, kid.”
She studied me for a moment before she asked, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?”
“No, Beatrice,” I told her as I opened the refrigerator. “You can’t hurt my feelings, because I don’t have any feelings to hurt.”
Just as I reached for the jug of tea, she laughed. “That’s funny.”
“Why’s that?”
“Everybody has feelings, Mr. Colton.” She stood up and handed me the picture she’d been working on. “Even you.”
I glanced down at the picture and was surprised to see that she’d added my beard. When I looked back over to her, she was walking towards the stairs. “Thanks for the picture, Beatrice.”
She turned back just long enough to say, “Don’t forget to put it on the fridge, so everyone can see it.”
“You got it.”
I walked over to the refrigerator door and as I reached for a magnet, I took a moment to look at my portrait. There was something familiar about the man in the drawing, something that gave me a strange feeling when I looked at it. As I stood there staring at it, I suddenly felt overcome with emotion. After several moments, I realized that the man with big, dark eyes, a thick, bushy beard, and a goofy grin used to be me. It had been so long since I’d seen that side of me that I’d almost forgotten he even existed. I missed it. I missed having a reason to smile, a reason to be truly happy, and I wondered if I would ever have it again. I was lost in my thoughts, when Langley walked up behind me. “It turned out pretty good, don’t you think?”
Trying to collect myself, I cleared my throat before I replied, “The kid’s got talent. She made me look good, and that’s saying something.”
“I think she did a great job with your beard.” She snickered.
“What is it with you two and my beard?”
“I like your beard. It makes you look … distinguished.”
“Um-hmm,” I scoffed.

 

“Seriously. I like the beard.” As I watched the corners of her mouth curl into a smile, I found myself thinking of the kiss we’d shared the night before. There was this moment, just before our lips touched, where I felt the world stop spinning, and for an ever-so-brief moment, anticipation hung in the air. It was just a moment, a mere blink, but it was so intense I could feel it pulling me towards her. When our lips finally touched, that feeling didn’t dissipate. Instead, it grew stronger as I felt her warm, soft mouth pressed against mine, and when I finally released her from our embrace, I had to fight the urge to reach for her and kiss her all over again. I felt an unexpected connection between us, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d felt it, too.
  
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.

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RELEASE DAY!!! ~ Straight Up Irish by Magan Vernon

Title: Straight Up Irish
Series: Murphy’s Pub #1
Author: Magan Vernon
Genre: NA Contemporary
Publisher: Entangled Embrace
Release Date: February 19, 2018 
I need a wife if I want to help save my family’s billion-dollar pub empire. There’s just one problem: I never plan on marrying. So, I need someone who understands that this is just another business deal. I don’t do commitments. And my brother’s executive assistant, Fallon Smith, fits that bill.

Fallon needs help with her grandmother’s expenses, and her pretending to be my fake wife is a way we can make that happen. She’s not my biggest fan, but we can help each other and then go our separate ways. That she’s beautiful and I enjoy spending time with her–doesn’t matter. When all of this is done, she’s heading home to America, and I’ve got a company to run.

A fake wedding and a whole lot of whiskey. What could go wrong?

I really liked Fallon and I even liked Conor, but for me Straight Up Irish was just an okay read. It wasn’t so much that it was in first person, it was just that I felt it took a really long time before things really started to happen in the story. It’s clear they like each other from the start, but all the back and forth is annoying and when a book is written in first person it is doubly annoying because there’s no reprieve!

But Conor is cheeky and Fallon is sassy, and they both have good reasons for committing to a fake marriage. I liked that they both knew what the deal was going in and had to fight what was clearly happening between them. But I just wish this had been…more.

Chapter One
Connor

 

The harsh morning light streamed in through the windows as if it were a switch that made the pounding in my head even worse.

 

The Irish sun I swore was worse than the American one, and so was the alcohol. Nothing in the world compared to Irish whiskey and it had been a while since I’d been back to my hometown of Dublin.

 

My phone vibrated against the nightstand and stared at the screen until my eyes adjusted to the light I saw not only the time but that Jack’s assistant was calling me.

 

“Shit,” I muttered, unlocking my phone and sliding it to my ear.

 

“Fallon, Mo Gra, tell me your calling with some good news.”I jumped up, searching for something to cover my naked arse and found my clothes from the night before strewn across a hardwood floor.

 

“Using cutesy Irish pet names for me has never worked in your favor, and it especially isn’t when your brothers are wondering where you are.” Her American accent flowed through the speakers with the clicking of a keyboard loud and clear in the background.

 

“What’s the fun in that? C’mon, now. We’ve been emailing and having this lovely phone calls for months now. We’re practically best mates,” I said, grabbing my boxers.

 

“Is everything okay, Connor?” A soft voice with a thicker accent than mine murmured.

 

I whirled around, covering up my junk and my lucky shamrock tattoos that graced each hip bone. On the bed was a pale redhead with a devious smirk and hair more messed up than a 1980s American metal band. I’d say I shagged that one pretty good, wish I remembered it. Been a while since I’d gotten that knackered and wound up in the bed of a hometown girl.

 

“Is there someone in the background? Are you seriously hooking up when you have a meeting in ten minutes?”

 

The girl on the bed’s eyes widened, Fallon’s words booming through the phone.

 

“Yeah. I thought I set the alarm on my phone and would be on time. But the alarm didn’t go off and now I can’t find my pants. Think I can just walk in wearing my boxers?” My blue eyes searched the floor until I found my crumpled jeans.

 

“Yeah, it went off twice, and you mumbled for me to snooze it. Is that your wife on the phone? Should I be worried? ” the bed girl said in a scratchy voice, raising her eyebrows.

 

I shook my head as much as I could and slid on my pants.

 

If I didn’t get my shit together, the meeting was going to start without me. Why did I need to drink that much last night? While my brothers went home early, I just had to see what I was missing in Dublin by studying and working in America. Better than facing the fact why I was back in the country, I guess.

 

Funerals are as good of an excuse as any to get knackered.

 

“It’s my brother’s assistant. Fallon, wanna say hello to this girl who is asking if you’re my wife?” I asked with a smile that caused the girl on the bed’s eyebrows to raise even higher on her head.

 

Fallon groaned. “Why do I even bother calling you? This feels like Deja Vu from when you almost missed your flight out of Boston.”

 

“Ah, but that one didn’t involve a girl. Just whiskey. And I made that flight, thank you very much.” I held the phone between my ear and shoulder, sliding on my shirt.

 

“Only because I saved you with pre-boarding.”

 

“ Maybe when you’re done with work; you can come back. Or we can meet up tonight,” girl on the bed murmured.I combed my fingers through my hair, hoping it didn’t look as bad as hers did.

 

“Did she seriously ask you to come back? While you’re on the phone with me even?” Fallon’s laughter carried through the phone.

 

“Not now, Erin,” I said, brushing her hand off my shoulder while I tried to shimmy on my socks, not looking to see the girl’s reaction. If I hurried, I could still make the meeting on time and maybe even find a breath mint or two on someone’s desk on the way there.

 

“Don’t worry; I’m on my way, so you don’t need to get jealous. You’re the only girl who can bother me at all hours of the night.” I stood up and stepped into my shoes.

 

“Erin?” the bed girl asked with a huff.

 

I turned and looked at her steely glare and arms crossed over her bare chest.

 

“Not Erin?”

 

“Not even close,” she growled.

 

Fallon’s laugh carried through the speaker. “Oh, this is classic.”

 

I frowned even though Fallon couldn’t see it.

 

“Well, sorry Not Erin, but thanks for the sex I can’t remember. Hope it was better than mediocre for you,” I said with my hand on the door.

 

Never said I wasn’t an arsehole.

 

This caused a gasp from both Fallon and the bed girl. I quickly ran out the door, closing it before the thud of something hard hit the wall behind me. Could have been worse, I could have been cold-clocked by a shoe.

 

“Did you make it out of there alive after that comment?” Fallon asked.

 

When I stepped outside, I looked around, realizing I was only a few blocks from the office and the pubs I probably stumbled to this girl’s place from. “Ah, and the luck of the Irish is on my side, Mo Gra because I’m not far from the office.”

 

This wasn’t the first time I’d run to the office after a less than savory encounter with a bird. It’s how my life had been since I started Uni in America and then graduated three years ago.

 

“You do know this is a will reading, right? Not just you and Jack in a phone conference talking numbers?” she questioned.

 

“I’m very aware of what this meeting is for,” I grumbled.

 

I still had at least a few minutes before I was considered past fashionably late and onto acting the maggot. Running down the brick-paved streets of my childhood, I dodged the flower sellers and the older gentlemen who liked to walk for no reason at all.I wanted to come back to Ireland on better terms and not for my Da’s funeral.

 

Lung disease was one of the top killers in Dublin, and it hit him hard and fast. I didn’t know how bad it was until Fallon called and told me Da was in the hospital. She booked me a flight back home for the next day, but he was already gone before I even crossed the Atlantic.

 

“Sorry. That came out wrong.” Voices echoed in the background, and I wondered where she was in the building.

 

I’d seen the girl’s work photo icon in emails and breezed past her desk a few times, but never really saw her. Funny that she was someone I’d talked to almost as much as my brothers these past six months and I hadn’t formally met her.

 

“Where are you right now? Are you waiting for me outside the meeting room door? Hoping since Not Erin didn’t get a round two that maybe we can officially meet and hit it off?” I joked and breezed through the wrought iron gates of the Murphy Family Pub headquarters, past the secretary and front lobby, covered in photos of generations of Murphy’s who had run the company.

 

My family owned a distillery for years and used to brew the whiskey in downtown Dublin. The brand expanded, and my father went into the pub franchise business. Now we had hundreds of pubs all over the world, and the original distillery was currently used for a museum and pub on the first floor with corporate offices on the second.

 

Mam passed away soon after my youngest brother, Sean, was born. Da raised us all while building his empire and now with his sudden passing, my brothers Jack, Sean, and I were set to inherit the company. This meeting was just a formality to settle the estate, giving us our shares in the business. I figured Jack would take Da’s position as CEO with me as CFO and Sean as president or something if he wanted it.

 

“Your flirting isn’t cute, Mr. Murphy.”

 

I stopped at a mirror in one of the hallways, noticing my hair stuck up every which way and I tried to lay it down flat with one hand, holding my phone with the other. “What’s this Mr. Murphy nonsense? We’re practically family, Fal.”

 

She huffed. “Are you almost here? I’m almost to the conference room, and I don’t want to have to tell your brother you’re still not available.”. I started jogging, and just as I turned the corner, instead of breezing into the conference room, I ran chest first into a petite blonde who was holding a tray of coffees that had now spilled all down the front of her dress.

 

“Aw, I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to do a number on ya,” I said, staring at her wide blue eyes, circled by red framed glasses. She looked between me and her dress.

 

I expected to hear a laugh or some quip from Fallon on my phone, but instead I listened to my voice echoing through the pink dressed girl’s phone.

 

Recognition dawned on me as my eyes roamed over her from the top of her blonde ponytail down the soaked through dress and cardigan, showing off the curvy frame she hid under the nerdy little ensemble. Her photos and glances at her did not do her justice. She was beautiful in a natural way which made her not need the fancy clothes or too much makeup.

 

“Fallon. We finally get to meet. I feel like I should hug you. Or maybe undress you. You know get you out of that pink number and into something not stained.” I stepped closer, putting my arms out. I may have said the words jokingly, but the thought of her dropping the dress and taking her against the paneled wall was on the forefront of my mind.

 

“Are you serious right now? You need to go. You’re going to be late,” she hissed

 

I glanced at my watch again. Shit, the meeting probably already started. I didn’t have time to sweet talk or other things. Pulling out my wallet from my back pocket, I grabbed a few notes. “Let me at least buy you a new dress and replace the coffees.”

 

“What? No. Just go. I’ll take care of this.” She narrowed her eyes and slightly shook her head.

 

“Are you sure?” I raised my eyebrows, still holding the money toward her.

 

The clock near the conference room chimed, alerting me it was at the top of the hour.

 

“We can chat more about this later,” I said, putting my money back in my wallet. “Nice officially meeting you, Pinky. Let’s do this again real soon, ” I said with a grin, patting her shoulder before I scooted toward the conference room and shut the door behind me.

 

Three sets of eyes looked up from the conference table they sat around.

 

My brothers were in crisp blue suits with their light brown hair perfectly gelled, making me look even more like a fool than I felt with my wrinkled clothes which smelled like sex and whiskey.This wasn’t the way to honor, Da, but at least I was there and I was going to be there for his company, no matter what it took.

 

“Mornin’,” I said, taking my seat across from the estate solicitor, Thomas O’Malley, who looked like a real-life leprechaun with his short stature, bright red beard, and reading glasses perched on his nose.

 

“Glad you could grace us with your presence, Connor,” Thomas said, shuffling the papers in his hands.

 

“Happy to have made it,” I said, folding my hands on the table and smiling, even though my brothers audibly groaned next to me. If there was one thing I learned from Da, it was that you never showed weakness.

 

“Okay, let’s get started with the reading,” Thomas said, clearing his throat.

 


Then flipped to a new sheet. “Whereupon my death, my three sons, Jack, Connor, and Sean will each inherit their equal share of thirty-three and a half-percent of the family franchise upon the day all three of their marriage certificates are certified by a priest and again by my solicitor Thomas O’Malley, six months after the day of their nuptials. If all three of them are not married within a year of my death, none will be able to get controlling interests, and the board may offer each son’s ownership stake to the highest bidder.”


Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Marriage? Thre three of us? Within a year? All of that to get the company? That couldn’t be right. Da never said anything about that. Sure, he was a loyal family man, who never married or even dated after Mam died, but I didn’t think he would do something like this.Especially when the board was a bunch of crotchety old men who smoked too many cigars and were probably half the reason Da got sick in the first place.


My oldest brother Jack leaned forward in his seat. “Thomas. I could be wrong here, but is this stating that each of us has to be married and not just married, but married for six months? And this all has to happen within the year? That can’t be right. Da never even re-married or had a serious girlfriend. He used to say the pub was his only wife after Mam.”


Thomas sighed, pushing his glasses up. “You young men have done a fine job in your positions in the company, but your father also knew you were still sowing your wild oats. He wanted to make sure you settled down a bit, so the company didn’t suffer. This was his way of seeing to that.”


There has to be a clause that can get us out of this, right? I don’t even have a girlfriend, let alone a girl I’d want to marry by the end of the year.” Sean said.


I wanted to ask Sean what he even had to do with this company since he hadn’t taken an interest in anything but rugby. I know Jack had brought up more than once about eventually buying out his portion and now with us all having to be married, or none of us got the company, which put a damper on that one. Before I could ask any more questions, Thomas cleared his throat.


“Boys, I’d like to say there’s another option, but that’s what it states in the will,” he said, standing up and placing the papers in his briefcase. “You can try and get your own solicitors or a judge to dispute this, but I’ve been doing this for longer than you’ve been alive. Once this will is set and notarized, it’s legally binding.”


“Does the board know about this?” Jack asked.


Thomas nodded solemnly. “Ah, they’re aware of the clause, not all of the details, but some have already made comments about a buyout for a third of the company.”


I clenched my fists without even thinking, my gut twisting at the thought of someone else taking over the business.The one Da had built from the ground up, but Jack and I had worked to keep it a well-oiled machine on both sides of the pond. A bunch of old men with one foot in the grave would just run the franchise into the ground along with all our hard work.


Da put a lot of hard work into the enterprise. What he built. What he wanted our family to have. That wasn’t just going to disappear because of some marriage clause, I couldn’t let it.


“Can’t we just find some girl, see if she wants to get married for a few months, then divorce with a nice little settlement? Isn’t that what they do on those American reality shows for publicity?” Sean asked, staring between all of us.


Thomas shrugged. “I guess there’s nothing in the will that says you can’t, but how do you think the board would take that? Moreover, your Da would probably roll in his grave if he heard you married a girl just to get the company. Your mother was the love of his life and the reason he was able to make this company what it is today. He just wants the same thing for you boys. Not some random fling.”


“I’m sure there are worse things we could do,” Sean muttered, buttoning and unbuttoning his suit jacket.


“If we have nothing else to discuss, then I best be heading back to the office. You’ll call if you need anything and let me know as soon as I get to meet the future Murphy girls,” Thomas said with a tight-lipped smile.


We walked him toward the door, but none of us left the room.


Jack was the first to speak as soon as Thomas rounded the corner and was out of sight. “What the hell are we going to do?”


Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. This wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Hell, I guess I’d better get on a dating app or something.”


“This isn’t a joke,” Jack growled.


I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm the beast a little, but his nostril’s flared. “Calm down, Jack. We’ll figure this out. We always do.”


His dark blue eyes didn’t move from the empty hallway. “This isn’t about deciding where to put a new pub in America or marketing expenditures. This is marriage. This is our company. Our future.”


I nodded solemnly. We all knew what was at stake here and the only way to solve our problems was with a wedding. Something I never even thought I would be thinking about. Now I had no choice. I was going to be a married man by the end of the year, and so were my brothers, no matter what it took.

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Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.

 

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REVIEW TOUR! ~ Just One Night by Charity Ferrell

Title: Just One Night
Author: Charity Ferrell
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: February 15, 2018
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“What the f*ck have I done?” aren’t the first words you want to hear after a one-night stand.
Yet, that’s what he gave me.

Dallas Barnes is tall, dark, and handsome.
He’s also scarred, rough, and broken down by burdens. 
A single dad. A widower. A lost soul.

We found each other in the back of a dark pub. 
He brought the whiskey.
I brought the bad decisions.
He called it a mistake.
I vowed never to speak to him again.

That vow is broken with one test.
Two pink lines turn my life upside down.

One night changes everything.

Where do I begin with Just One Night? Dallas is a single dad and though a few years have passed, he is still a wreck over the death of his wife. He became a master at single parenthood, perfecting everything from French braids to her favorite snack. But when it comes to his own heart, he has been unwilling to hand it over to anyone else.

I wanted to LOVE this book, but I only liked it. Part of it was the fact that it was written in first person, which you may have noted, is not my favorite. The story was compelling though, Dallas wakes up after a one night stand with Willow, cursing about what a mistake it was. How is Willow supposed to feel other than rejected? Humiliated?

Well she does, and later she has a lot more regret to feel, but I’ll let you read the story to get all those juicy details.

At the beginning of Just One Night, I had a very difficult time with both characters. Willow was kind of a doormat, complaining internally about what a jerk he was and then succumbing to his whims just as quickly. It didn’t endear me to her, and Dallas was a dick so they both had a long way to go warm me up.

But they did. When the story moved away from him being a bossy jerk and her just allowing it, the story got good. Really good. Dealing with moving on after death is a tough subject and Charity Farrell did a good job of straddling the line between making the reader understand his pain and rolling their eyes.

He had a lot to prove, and I was glad to see that Willow forced him to prove it. Mostly. I think she gave in a bit too soon, but that’s another fine line in the romance genre.

Charity Ferrell writes New Adult and Contemporary Romance. She resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding her bicycle to the town’s public library, and reading anything she could get her hands on.

When she’s not writing or plotting her next book, you can find her reading, spending time with her family, or shopping online. 

Just One Night is her ninth book.

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HAPPY RELEASE DAY! ~ Proper Ink by Zeia Jameson

Title: Proper Ink
Series: Jaded Lily Book #2
Author: Zeia Jameson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2018


Luca Cipriani knows art. 

 

Specifically, tattoos. 

 

Patience, focus, and attention to detail are crucial.
He’s consumed with it all.
For the past three years, Luca has been building his reputation as the master of ink in Savannah, Georgia. 
It wasn’t his original plan, but sometimes, lives twist and plans change.

Kerry Frazier knows entertainment. 
Specifically, event planning.
Locations, guest lists, and the hottest trends keep clients begging for more. 
She’s living the dream.
Even though Kerry’s job is exhilarating and rewarding, it’s also never ending. 
So a night on the town for herself is just what she needs.

Luca never expected someone like Kerry to waltz into his shop. And blatantly flirt with him, no less.
He never imagined flirting would lead to more.
One secret night.
That was all it was supposed to be.
Until one night turned into two. Three.

Luca doesn’t do feelings. 
Kerry can’t do complicated. 
What happens when you’re drawn to someone who is bound to break your heart?

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“Proper Ink sweeps you away into a beautiful love story, an amazing love story.” – Red Hatter Book Blog


“Wait,” I say. I lean back and look over my shoulder, surveying the two customers still in the waiting area. I stand from my stool and pull Kerry to Padraig’s space behind the curtain. I’d be scared to go back here, except Stella has been back here and she wasn’t permanently scarred.

 

“What is this?” Kerry asks. 

 

“Padraig’s room. I don’t know what’s back here. Don’t look at anything. Just kiss me, please.” 

 

I grab her face with both hands and kiss her hard. She kisses me back, and our hands roam everywhere over each other. I breathe in the scent of her hair, and I rustle it by running both my hands up her neck and to the back of her head. I pull her to me as close as I can and press her against the wall to get even closer. I brace one hand against the wall to keep us upright, and I search for and grab her hand with the other. I twine our fingers together and raise them up, resting them on the wall above our heads. Her breathing quickens. I can feel her chest heave against mine. I press myself against her, and she groans. 

 

“Hellooo, Luca,” she says, which causes me to laugh against her mouth. 

 

“God, you’re so hot,” she says to me.

 

I have to stop before I have her naked in Padraig’s room. I kiss her twice more and press my forehead against hers. 

 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” I say, nearly out of breath. 

 

“I think I may have a clue,” she says, also breathless.

 

“Go do your thing. I’ll see you back here in a little while.”

 

She nods and looks up into my eyes. “Okay.” 

 

We stand there, motionless, for a moment. Kerry closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She places her hand on my cheek. “I think I kind of like you, Luca.”

 

I smile into her hand. “I kind of like you too. I know.”

 

“I’ll be back soon.”

 

“I can’t wait.” 

 

I use my hand on the wall to push myself away from her. Her hand slides from my face as she continues to look me in the eyes.

 

“See you when I get back,” she says. She slides out from underneath me, her hand gliding the length of my outstretched arm as she slips through the curtained opening. When our hands meet, I grab hers in mine and let her pull me with her until I’m out from behind the curtain too. I let go and watch her walk toward the door. She turns and looks back at me twice before exiting the shop. I continue to watch her, and she gives me one more glance through the window before she disappears from sight. I’m grinning as wide as my face will allow.
Zeia Jameson’s passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning.


Zeia lives in Georgia with her husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes, binging on Netflix, drawing chalk-art on sidewalks, and avoiding pollen at all costs.


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