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Excerpt Reveal: Lie To Me by Natasha Preston

LIE TO ME
Author: Natasha Preston
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2018
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Synopsis: At nineteen, Savannah Dean escaped her family, leaving behind a note and the people who caused her so much pain. Now, she lives on her own and keeps to herself.

At nineteen, Kent Lawson’s girlfriend betrayed him, leaving him behind with a broken heart and a whole lot of mistrust in women.

Now, he lives on his own and shares himself with nearly every pretty thing that walks by but only for one night.

When Savannah and Kent meet, they can’t stand each other.
Kent knows she’s hiding something, and he despises liars.

And Savannah has nothing but secrets.
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Excerpt:  Wednesday rolls around way too fast. I have a whole evening with Savannah. It’s been really nice these past four days that she’s been out of my life. Yet, the whole time, I’ve been craving the way we snip at each other.

I need help.

I cut my engine outside her building and look up. Apparently, she lives up on the first floor and faces out toward the road.

Is she looking at me right now?

Why I feel the need to get out and buzz her apartment, I don’t know, but somehow, I find myself getting out of the car and walking toward the building. I stop at the front door, realising that Heidi told me what floor Savannah is on but not the number. Or she might have told me, and I just didn’t listen.

This is a great start.

I’m about to call my sister when I see Savannah through the glass, walking down the stairs to ground level.

Fuck me. Has she always looked like that?

She’s wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a grey off-the-shoulder shirt, but she looks sexier than any other woman I’ve ever seen in a little dress.

Why don’t I like her again?

Her steely eyes, looking even more prominent with the colour of her top, warily eye me. Our last encounter wasn’t exactly pleasant.

She opens the door and smiles. “Hi, Kent.”

My back stiffens. “Savannah.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind taking me tonight? I can Uber.”

And there it is. This is why she fucking bothers me so much. I feel like telling her to call a fucking Uber then. She always sounds so unsure of herself, like every tiny thing a person does for her is some massive inconvenience. Why?

“It’s fine,” I spit.

She folds her arms, carefully because her fractured arm hasn’t healed. It does take away a little of the dramatic flair she was going for. “Do you need to take a nap before we go?”

“What?”

“You’re cranky.”

“You’re too polite.”

“Being polite is a bad thing?”

I flex my jaw. “Yes.”

“Fine. Get in the car, and take me.”

The intent behind her words is clear; however, I hear it completely different and laugh.

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be a knobhead, Kent. Take me to your parents’ house, I mean.”

“Knobhead. I’ve not heard that one in a while.”

Savannah takes another long breath. “I really don’t know why I thought accepting a lift from you would be a good idea. In fact, I didn’t. I stillthink it’s a bad idea.”

“You always follow through with bad ideas?”

“Tonight, I am.”

Fuck yeah. I love this fighting side of her. It’s like, when I rile her up enough, the cover slips, revealing the real Savannah. I’m not sure if she’s hiding something the way Freya was.

“You should work on that. I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”

She tilts her head to the side, fire and determination in her eyes. “Oh, you wanted me to come tonight? And you wanted to be the one to pick me up?”

“You’re hot when you’re angry, Savannah.”

Actually, she’s hot all the time. It’s just, right now, she’s the whole package.

“You always use bullshit like that to deflect from someone calling you out?”

“You’re the first woman to call me out.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she mutters.

“Do you want to argue on your doorstep all night or get to my parents’ for dinner? I’m cool with either, just checking to see which way you’re leaning.”

She drops her arms, one still bound tightly in a splint. “I’m hungry.”

“Excellent, let’s go then.”
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About the Author: UK native Natasha Preston grew up in small villages and towns. She discovered her love of writing when she stumbled across an amateur writing site and uploaded her first story and hasn’t looked back since. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, gritty Young Adult thrillers and, of course, the occasional serial killer.

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: This Time Around by Stacey Lynn

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Blurb: Cooper Hawke was everything I didn’t need. Rich and famous, and a high-profile actor, he lived a life of luxury while my life had always been much more simple.

Yet when he showed up at my cattle ranch in Kansas, he gave me everything I didn’t think I wanted again.

His marriage was over and he was lost.
I was still barely surviving in my grief after my husband’s sudden death.

As hard as I tried to keep him out, he slipped past my defenses, and slowly, a connection grew between us I could no longer deny.

But this time around, we were on borrowed time. Because Cooper still had his real life waiting for him back in Hollywood.
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Excerpt: “What are you doing here?” I wrapped the robe around my waist, tightened the knot.

Goddamn it! He wasn’t supposed to see this.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

That was what he asked. The urge to scream at him, to unleash holy terror for putting the idea into my head and making me feel, clawed at my throat. “No. Why are you in my room?”

“Because I couldn’t sleep on the couch thinking of you and then I started hearing all this racket like the ceiling was going to cave in on my head and thought I should come check on you.”

My brain must have malfunctioned. I must have skipped some words, rearranged them in the wrong order. He didn’t say what it sounded like.

“What?”

He pinned me with a look. It stole the breath from my lungs. “You heard me.”

Shit.

“Yeah, shit.”

I slammed my mouth closed. If words were slipping out, when I didn’t mean them to, it was best to be quiet.

“Come out of the closet, Rebecca.”

He held out his hand. I ignored it.

I couldn’t breathe or move or focus.

He was standing outside my closet, and he was naked.

Not naked, naked. Mostly naked. He’d taken off the pants and shirt I’d given him and all he had on was a pair of black boxer briefs.

Skin-tight boxer briefs.

That showed every outline of him. And there was a lot of him to see.

My eyes darted to the side of the closet I’d swiped clean. Tomorrow, I’d bleach my eyes to erase that visual.

“Rebecca.”

“I’m fine here.”

He laughed low and slow, beautiful and over too quickly. I was not moving.

“You don’t come out, I’m coming in there to get you.”

No way in hell was he touching me. Not dressed like that.

I stepped over the bucket of shoes at my feet and stepped into the room. He moved back, giving me space and crossed his arms over his chest.

It hid nothing. I couldn’t find a place to focus on.

I was losing my mind. It had to be sleep deprivation. I looked to my bed and ruffled covers which made me think of…

Nope. Not going there. I stared at the wall. It was cream and void of any decorations or photos. It was safe.

Finally, I breathed. He stood there, watching me, I felt it like I felt my skin crawling from his inspection.

“Want to talk about this?” he asked.

Nope. I didn’t. I didn’t want to say a single word to Cooper Hawke. The man in underwear in my bedroom.

I crossed my arms over my stomach. Uncrossed them. “No.” My hands went to my hair and I untangled my hair tie, shoving my hands back into my hair and re-fixing the messy knot. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I might be able to help, you know. It’s not like I haven’t stood in a closet, wanting to do the exact same thing you’ve just done.”

“You can’t help me.”

He stepped closer. I shuffled back. He moved again. I retreated. He was getting closer when he needed to move back.

“Cooper,” I said, “Please. I need to be alone.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“What?” My gaze jumped to him, fell. Tight, tanned skin and black boxer briefs. A trail of hair from his bellybutton that disappeared beneath those briefs burned into my retinas. I squeezed my eyes closed. A futile attempt to erase that pretty, pretty sight.

“I thought we were friends,” he repeated.

I forced my eyes open and choked out, “We are.”

His full lips quirked into a grin. I knew that look. He had it downstairs. I did not like that look. Not one little bit. “Friends help each other, don’t they?”

“Friends respect what the other person wants and needs.”

I scooted away from him again and bumped into the wall next to my closet.

He took one more step toward me. Slowly. Like he’d done downstairs, allowing me time to move away, allowing me time to see his intention. My head screamed to move out of the way while my body shouted stay right where you are.

My body sucked.

He was in front of me, not touching me. Far enough away where he was in no danger of touching me.

I still wanted him to touch me.

His hand raised and he settled it on the wall above my shoulder. And I could smell him.

“Cooper. Why are you here?”

He didn’t even blink. “Because I want to help you.”

“You can’t.”

“I can try.”
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Release Blitz & Excerpt: Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield

Blackstone1.jpgSynopsis: I am meticulous. Structured. A single father.
I obsess over things and crave control.
And when a hot, feisty little woman throws a wrench in my carefully laid out plans, I lose my mind.  
My every thought revolves around making her bend to my will—until they become less about her doing things my way and more about just her. 

My name is Trevor Blackstone.  I am an obsessive, complicated, demanding man. People may not understand me, but it doesn’t stop them from wanting me.
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Excerpt: “You shouldn’t use those stairs,” I yell, startling her. She wobbles, grabbing for the banister, giving me another scare. The thing looks ready to fall off.

“Jesus, Numbers, you scared the piss outta me,” she yelps, glaring at me like she wants to rip my head off. And I don’t care, so long as she gets down those bunk stairs. That’s when she starts bouncing on each step.

“Don’t fucking do that. Those aren’t safe,” I snap back.

“Don’t do what, this?” She jumps again, slamming her feet back down on another step. My anger spikes. Is she out of her fucking mind? Can’t she see the stairs wobbling under her? She repeats the same gesture to the next two steps, giving me palpitations. The reoccurring effect has her falling through in less than seven more jumps. I glance over, noticing she’s only using one hand to hold onto the railing and has a bottle in her other.

“Are you drunk?” I ask, now worried about her state of mind. She won’t be able to catch herself if she falls.

“Super drunk actually. Thanks for asking. Now, mind your own business.” She makes it to the bottom of the stairs. Relief washes over me as I watch her walk onto the sand and dig her toes into the cool peddles of the sea. Then, she stumbles and trips. “Whoa! I’m okay!” she squeals, catching herself before she falls face-first into the sand.

I’m curious what she’s up to. Until my mind figures it out. “You can’t go in the water. It’s not safe at night.” I’m frozen, waiting for her to listen to me and turn back around. But she doesn’t.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen you in it all week at night. Nice try.” She keeps walking. The tide has picked up the last couple days due to it being hurricane season. If I weren’t trained to handle the choppiness of the waves, I wouldn’t have been out there either.

“Yeah, and I know the water. You don’t. Stay out of there,” I demand. Why the fuck is she still walking? Christ, she’s wobbling down to the water. The farther she gets, the harder it is to see her. The half-crescent moon glows against the water, but it’s still so dark, I struggle to see anything but her silhouette. “Hey!” I yell, but this time, she doesn’t respond.

I drop the bar of soap and run through the sand on high alert, listening for any signs of struggle. What the hell is wrong with this girl? Unsynchronized splashing. I go to call her name, but realize I don’t even know it. Numbers, letters, and equations blast though my head at the chances I guess it right. It’s undefinable, due to the various coed names—

“Hey!” I yell toward where I last spotted her. My feet slam into the sand, hitting the lining of the ocean shore and—

“BOO!”

I jump, losing my balance, and fall back into the cool ocean water.

“Holy shit! You should see your face!” She laughs. I wipe the water off my face as she stands above me, laughing, holding her chest. “Oh, man. For such a big guy, you sure do scare easily. I wish I record—”

Pushing to my feet, I tackle her, taking the last words right out of her mouth. She squeals as I bear hug her body to my chest and walk furiously with her in my tight hold into the cold water.

“Oh my God! Stop! It’s freezing!” She kicks back and forth, trying to fight her way out of my grip. “Ahhh! Stop, please stop! It’s fucking cold!” I don’t stop until we’re almost shoulder deep under. “Hold your breath.” Her eyes shine in the moonlight, a battle warring behind them. She realizes my next move and doesn’t know whether to yell or obey. My face remains stoic, serious, and she takes a deep breath as I sink us both beneath the water’s surface.

When I pop back up, she has her arms and legs wrapped around me, the struggle forgotten. Her hair is soaked, covering her face. I lift my hand to brush it off, giving me the pleasure of her eyes. Green. Wide. She knows I’m lost in the sight of her. She seems to be doing the same. Her firm tits press nicely against my chest, and she has to be dumb not to feel my hard cock, even in the cold temperature.

It’s then I remember I don’t have any shorts on. A few seconds pass before she comes to the same realization. “Are you naked?” she asks, her voice hoarse. I can’t help the urge I allow to happen. Using my hand straddling around her taut ass, I press her into me. Fuck, that felt good. “Yep, naked,” she whispers, her lids half closed. Her actions tease me, and I press into her again, gaining another reward. This time, her eyes shut and mouth parts. Hell knows what’s changed between earlier today and now, but my dick tells me I should keep going until she tells me to fuck off.

“You okay with this?” I bend, putting my lips on her bare shoulder, and suck on her skin, which is softer than I expected.

“I don’t like you, but I’m really horny and you’re hot, so yep, let’s do this.”
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J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey 
Four genres. 
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Four different stories. 
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Release Date: April 9th
Kingston: Erotic Romance

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Pearson by K Webster
Release Date: April 16th
Genre: Taboo Romance

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Wheeler by Ker Dukey
Release Date: April 23rd
Genre: Dark Supsense

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About the Author: J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.

J.D. Hollyfield dapples in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: Escort by Skye Warren

Escort, a sexy new contemporary romance standalone from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren is now LIVE!
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Blurb: There is no shame in pleasure. And no love in business.

I have a blind date tonight, and I know with 100% certainty that I’m getting lucky. There shouldn’t be any surprises, not for one as jaded as me, but when I walk into the penthouse suite of L’Etoile, everything changes.

1) For one thing, Bea is heartstoppingly gorgeous. Pale green eyes and endless freckles. Curves I want to spend all night exploring, as if her body was made for me.

2) Her innocence makes me want to use my entire inventory of bedroom tricks on her and then invent a few more.

3) Except that . . . she’s a virgin.

I can initiate her into the world of desire without letting her get attached, can’t I? A few hours of tutoring, and at the end of the night a small fortune will be deposited into my bank account.

Yes, you read that right. There are many words for what I do. After all, mine is the oldest profession. I’m an escort, which means this date is nothing more than a mutually enjoyable transaction. But once I realize one night with her won’t be enough, I’m the one who’s screwed.

Excerpt: The word seems to take her aback. “Pleasure?”

“That’s the nature of my business, yes.” My body tightens, because it would be pleasure indeed to touch this woman. To kiss her. To make her moan for me.

Although I might have to rethink that plan, because the word pleasure might as well have been medieval torture based on the way Bea looks at me. “I thought we were going to have sex.”

She sounds so forlorn it could break my heart.

Instead I laugh, a small huff of breath, because I can’t afford to have a heart.

“Sex,” I say, standing to full height, circling the scuffed oriental coffee table, standing behind her chair. “And pleasure. Pleasure and sex. They’re interchangeable.”

I brush my knuckles over the side of her neck, a demonstration. Her wild curls tickle my skin.

It’s provocative, this. If she had agreed to dinner I would have started with small touches, a glance of my palm against the small of her back as I pulled out her chair, holding her hand while we talked over a glass of wine. Perhaps being so bold as to run a finger along the inside of hers, where it’s more sensitive. She would shiver; her gaze would meet mine.

There’s an order to these things. You can move fast or slow, but there’s still an order.

“We can skip the pleasure part,” she says, her voice high, her breathing faster. Her chest rises and falls in the black dress, made all the more alluring by how much it covers. She’s a mystery. The black sky in the city. I have to work to see her secrets.

“No,” I chide gently. “We focus on the pleasure. That’s the point.”

“What if—” Her breath catches as I drop the back of my hand over her collarbone, a reverse caress. That’s what one does for a skittish creature like her. “What if I have a different point?”

“And what point would that be, my sweet Bea?”

“I want to lose my virginity,” she says, so fast it comes out as a single word.

IWANTTOLOSEMYVIRGINITY. It takes my lust-warmed brain a full minute to comprehend. She’s not only nervous, this woman. She’s a virgin.

My hand freezes. I yank it away. “Pardon me?”

I can’t have heard her correctly. There is no chance in hell that this beautiful young woman, as strange and interesting as she is, is a virgin. No chance in hell that I was the one tasked to be her first. I could not possibly spread her legs and thrust inside her, knowing that no one’s ever been there. It would be a physical impossibility. Never. No possible way.

“It doesn’t have to take long,” she says, suddenly earnest. Almost begging me. “I don’t need…you know…whatever you do for other women. I only want the sex.”

My God. “You are insane.”

A scrunch of her nose. “Well, you don’t have to sound too surprised. It is what I requested when I called. The woman said that’s what you do.”

“I’m not taking your virginity.” On some level I might have guessed this about her. If I had considered it even possible, I might have. Virgins don’t hire me. They stammer and giggle and turn away from me, their protective instincts strong enough to send them in the opposite direction. So perhaps I can be forgiven for not recognizing this one, so forthright.

Bea frowns. “Is that a different department or something?”

She’s mocking me. She’s mocking me for being, well, prudish, and I feel strangely buoyant. I could float away with the absurdity of it. “Yes, it’s a different department. The department of a frat boy who fumbles around in the dark.”

“Are you seriously not going to do it?”

The irony is enough to flatten me, that this is a woman I might have pursued outside this job. She would have been too young for me, even if I weren’t an escort and she wasn’t my client. That wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting her.

But in another incarnation, if I had been one of those fumbling frat boys, I would have followed this woman to the ends of the earth. That’s a hypothetical scenario on multiple levels, but I’m good at hypotheticals, which is another reason I’m good at my job.

So good that I please every single client I’ve ever had.
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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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Teaser: Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan

LONG SHOT, a sexy and emotional new standalone from Kennedy Ryan, is only ONE DAY away!LS_CD_1day.jpgSynopsis: A FORBIDDEN LOVE SET IN THE EXPLOSIVE WORLD OF THE NBA…

Think you know what it’s like being a baller’s girl? You don’t.
My fairy tale is upside down. A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud. I was a fool, and his love – fool’s gold.
Now there’s a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA’s brightest stars. Fine. Forbidden. He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won’t let me go

Sneak Peek: “Iris?” August’s frown, the concern on his face, in his voice, remind me where I am. “Baby, you okay?”

I blink down at him dumbly, swallowing my tears, eating my memories whole and digesting a nightmare from long ago. I nod, my lips a cold, wobbly curve.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, his eyes so tender, so intent.

I remember a magical night under the stars, under a streetlight on the eve of greatness. A night filled with laughter and confidences, pregnant with promise. And I see him so clearly, my prince, asking for a kiss.

And I do.

I kiss him like the world might end tonight because I’ll never take this for granted. Not his kindness, when I’ve known cruelty all too well. Not his tenderness, when I’ve been handled roughly in the past. Not his love, when I’ve been possessed and owned and mistreated.

He thaws me with his kiss, my prince, and I melt into him. We’re chest to chest, with August’s number crushed between us. I take his cock in my hand, aligning our bodies, and two become one in a carnal slide of flesh. I anchor myself by my elbows hooked around his neck, and we kiss until I’m dizzy and our breaths tangle in a cloud of bliss. Under the jersey, his palm spans my back, digging into the naked flesh as our hips lock and roll and grind. My body clenches around him, and we pray, we curse, we moan, we mate like our bodies were made for this moment.

Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.

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ARC Review & Excerpt: Sinner by Sierra Simone

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The Cover: This is cover is amazing, it’s intimate, beyond sexual and so forbidden. Like we shouldn’t be looking at the model, right? Pardon the pun but looking at the cover makes me feel like I’m sinning. 

Basics: Sinner was released on March 15th 2018 and is 366 pages long. Genre wise Sinner belongs to contemporary romance, age gap romance and forbidden romance. 

Description: I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be.  I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.

What do I believe in?  Money. Sex. Macallan 18.
They have words for men like me—playboy.  Womanizer. Skirt chaser.

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
Sinner.
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Excerpt:  “Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up.  Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.

Fuck, I want to see it.  I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.

“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.

“My…cunt?”  She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.

“Yeah.”  My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before.  Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar.  I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.

Her forbidden body.  That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear.  Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad.  Bad even for Sean Bell.

Bad, bad, bad.
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Overall thoughts: Sinner is another gift that Sierra Simone has given us! This book was much lighter in comparison to Simone’s other works (I’m still reeling from The New Camelot trilogy to be honest!) but I really loved it. Sean is the classical older bad boy that every romance reader wants and dreams about but I really enjoyed him because one he is absolutely hilarious and two, very relatable. Faith is a very tricky thing and I think everyone tends to struggle with their own faith at some point in their lives. So what would happen if you brought someone who didn’t believe in a God with someone who does believe in God and wants to devote their life to that God? The Nun and the Sinner. 

Zenny is a college study who is solely focused on her goals: becoming a nun and helping others, whereas Sean is an older playboy billionaire dealing with his mother dying of cancer and this insane attraction for someone much, MUCH younger than him. But of course there are complications: Sean shares a small past with her, Zenny is his best friend’s little sister, the age difference and most of all…Zenny is about to become a nun. 

The story of the Nun and the Sinner just got a bit more complicated. Zenny and Sean are a wonderful couple and their intimacy and chemistry leaps off the pages as you read. Simone has a such a way of words that I’m either blushing scarlet or re-reading the sentence several times because it was that beautiful and powerful. Sinner is a standalone (part of The Priest series) but I honestly wish there were several more books about Sean and Zenny. One of my favorite reads of 2018 so far! 

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Favorite Quotes: “Oh my God, I’m going to hell. I don’t even believe in hell and I’m going there.” -Sean

“It’s too soon, but I love her. She’s Elijah’s little sister and much too young for me, and she only wants me for sex, but I love her. And she’s going to leave me for her God, but I love her.” -Sean

My Rating: 5/5 Shells
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About the Author: Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.

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ARC Review, Excerpt & Blog Tour: White Knight by CD Reiss

White Knight an all-new romantic standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available NOW!
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The Cover: I love the cover of White Knight! But I wished it invoked more of Chris’ ‘white knight’ spirit to be honest. But the suited model does look nice. B+

Basics: White Knight was released on March 6th 2018, published by Flip City Media Inc and is 234 pages long. Genre wise White Knight belongs to contemporary romance. 

Description: Catherine’s long-lost love is found.
Catherine Barrington is a rich girl. Chris Cartwright is a poor boy.

He left her to make something of himself. A man she could be proud of. A man she could bring home to her parents. A man she could marry.
On the trading floor he became the man he knew he could be. Now, it’s time to return.
Rich girl. Poor boy.
She didn’t care about his money, but he didn’t believe her. Soon after he left, all the money was gone.

Her life is hell.
Now he’s back, and he’s different. Pristine. Gorgeous. Rich.
Rich boy. Poor girl.
Money was never the barrier, until now.

Excerpt: I crossed the train tracks, looking both ways as if the freight ran on a thoroughfare. It was a few steps to the rows of mobile homes that defined that side of Barrington.

The playground was in a little clearing just west of the center of the trailers. My fingertips were cold, but the rest of my body thrummed and pulsed so hard that I made my own heat. I told myself I didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but if I didn’t know what to expect, I knew what to hope, and they were pretty much the same thing.

“Catherine!” Chris wasn’t loud, but the excitement in his voice made him sound as if he were shouting.

“Chris?” I spun around, looking for him in the darkness.

And on a three-quarter turn, he crashed into me, all lips and hands, digging his fingertips into the muscles of my back as he pulled me close. I tasted the minty toothpaste in his mouth and thought he brushed his teeth for me. He kissed me as if he would never kiss me again. He kissed me as if this was the last kiss he would ever have in his life. As if he wanted to eat me alive. I’d given over my freedom and my choice to this thing with him, to this moment, to this stupid set of choices that would ruin me forever. As surely as the sun would rise, I was the designer of my own destruction.

I wanted to be destroyed by that kiss.

When Chris took my hand, I imagined I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins, the cells in his skin. I imagined that when my nerve endings vibrated at his touch, they connected to his somehow.

Everything felt new. I was discovering that my body had routes between one place and another that I never knew existed. I never knew that when a man touched my hand or kissed my nipples, I could feel it between my legs.

There was a click behind the tree line, and he stopped kissing me with a jerk. We froze long enough for him to smile.
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Overall thoughts: White Knight was the perfect combination of childhood romance and second chance romance. Chris and Catherine aren’t exactly the modern day Romeo and Juliet but they come pretty close. Catherine is from a wealthy family and Chris is so immediately their families don’t mesh well. But when it comes to loving someone everything else becomes white noise really and Chris and Catherine couldn’t care about their status or how much money their families make. 

Life sadly doesn’t always work out the way we want it and that is especially the case for Catherine and Chris when not only do they separate from each other for a long time, but their roles become reversed. I adore second chance romance because when it comes to love, I believe everyone deserves a second chance if that love is sincere and true. Catherine and Chris have that kind of love and I really enjoyed reading their story from falling in love with one another as kids, the angst and hurt of their separation and the joy and pure heart when they reunite again. White Knight in my opinion is one of CD Reiss’ best books and it will take me awhile to get over Catherine and Chris’ epic romance. 

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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My Overall Rating: 5/5 Shells
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White Knight is a standalone in the same world as King of Code, with its own beginning, middle, and end. You don’t need to read anything else to read White Knight.

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About the Author: CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: Eulogy by Rachel Van Dyken

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Blurb:
All is lost. All.
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore.
My thoughts are filled with hatred and dripping with rage.
I’ve lost my soul.
She took it to the depths of Hell with her and haunts me with images of what could have been.
Sixty lives are mine to take.
Sixty lives stand in the way of my vengeance.
Sixty lives plus one more.
Mine. When the last drop of blood falls — mine will be spilled.
Only one person stands in the way. She doesn’t realize I’ll kill her too.
I don’t own a heart. And even if I did — I wouldn’t fall prey to its lies again.
I am Chase Abandonato.
Heir to a legacy of betrayal. And I will kill them all.
Even if it means pointing the gun at myself.
A life for a life. A soul for a soul.Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Blood in. No out.

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Eulogy-Teaser6.jpgExcerpt: BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.
It covered my hands. It surged through my heart.
It dripped from my fingertips onto the concrete floor.
Trapped.  Broken.  Finished. Hungry.
Insanity scratched its way into my psyche as I eyed the door and waited. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three…It opened.
I fired two rounds, and acrid smoke filled the air.
I thought I knew what love was. I was a fucking idiot. Every single bone in my body shuddered with rage, with the need to rip something apart, someone, anyone —all of them. My friends. My brothers. I brought the war to our house, and they would finish me because of it.
I’d thought I loved her.  Our love had been a lie. Her betrayal my only truth.
And now?  Now, I finally knew what love was. I’d seen it, smelled it, tasted it.
And lost it.  I’d fucking lost it. 
They would pay. They would all pay.
For taking her.  For turning her against me.
For making me believe that blood was everything, only after mine was spilled.
Eulogy-Teaser5Meet the Author:  Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.  She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Except: Home Run King by Stella

Home Run King by Stella is an all new standalone sports romance coming February 22nd!!

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Blurb: My life was what country songs are made of: my Granny died, my girlfriend broke up with me, I knocked up her cousin, and I was inducted into the Major League Hall of Fame. Yup…just like every country song I’ve ever heard.

But let me start over…my name is Gage Nix. That’s all you need to know.

Actually, there’s a lot more to Gage than meets the eye. My name’s Katie Crisp, and I had a front row seat and the inside scoop. In a moment of grief and desperation, I allowed the Home Run King to…well, hit a home run on my diamond. He not only knocked it out of the park, but he also knocked me up. 

Raising two babies—the one I was carrying, and Gage—wasn’t what I signed up for. But he gave me no choice. I only wish I hadn’t waited until the end of the season to see that he was my MVP. Oh, and the only hall of fame he’s ever been inducted into is his own. 

 Excerpt: When her eggs were done and the two slices of bread popped up from the toaster, I took both plates to the table and went back for our drinks. Two glasses of orange juice and a handful of pills later, I took my seat in front of her.

“What are these?” she asked while studying the assorted capsules in front of her.

“Vitamins. I read about all the good ones you need and even asked the clerk at the drugstore about which prenatal was the best.”

Her gaze lifted from the table to my face, and the pale-blue color turned so light they were almost see-through. Every now and then she’d look at me like this, almost in awe, yet I couldn’t figure out why. Actually, it made me a little uncomfortable at times, as I wasn’t sure how to react to the brief glimpses of affection in her stare. Although, this time, I was pretty sure it was confusion rather than adoration.

“When did you get these?” A hint of surprise danced in her soft-spoken words.

“This morning.” I shrugged and scooped a spoonful of egg into my mouth. “I went after my run.”

Normally, she’d berate me for talking with my mouth full, but not this time. Instead, she went back to studying the pills on the table. “What’s this?” She held up the black bean and squinted as if she needed glasses to see it. “Is this a coffee bean?” And just like that, the Katie I knew was back.

“Yeah. You won’t shut up about coffee, so I got you some.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

I lifted one shoulder and took another bite. “Eat it. Smell it. Doesn’t matter to me what you do with it. Heck…drag it through a cup of hot water and call it a latte for all I care.”

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 About Stella: When two romance authors, Leddy Harper and Stephie Walls, join forces…you know it’s going to be STELLA

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Cover Reveal & Excerpt: My Kinda Mess Lacey Black

Title: My Kinda Mess
Series: Summer Sisters book 4
Author: Lacey Black
Release Date: January 16, 2018

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BlurbAll her life, Lexi Summer has dreamed of one thing: to become a mother. As the youngest of six, she’s accustomed to the chaos and camaraderie that comes with a big family, which is why she has been anxious to get a jump on this next phase in her life. She thought she had it all: the perfect house, husband, and future. Until one secret rips it all apart.

Nothing in Linkin Stone’s life has been easy. Raised by a single mom, working two jobs, and helping with his much younger twin brothers which keep him on his toes, and working two jobs. He busts his butt to right the wrong of someone from his past and keep the ones he loves safe. He doesn’t need anyone or anything. But that all changes the moment he meets his sexy, feisty neighbor, Lexi.

When fates collide, two people on separate paths suddenly find themselves traveling the same road. Could an easy friendship turn into something more? Or in the end, will their decision kinda create one big mess?

*Though part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. It is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world’s most inappropriate grandparents.

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Excerpt: When the door is closed, I turn my attention back to her. “So, that was the husband, huh?”

“Ex.”

Stepping forward, I invade her personal space. Her eyes are alive with fire, but not in the way they were moment ago with the douche. No, her eyes dance with a heady mixture of excitement and lust as she glares back at me. “Watching you tear him apart and eat him alive was so fucking hot,” I confess, touching the side of her cheek with the side of my finger.

Her gasp echoes in the hall, invading my soul and filling my mind with dirty images. Ones of her and me, naked, and making little noises just like that. “I hear cold showers work wonders to help cool you down,” she suggests with a smirk.

“Are you joining me in said shower?”

“Not in this lifetime, bucko.”

“Shame. I’m sure you’d really know how to turn up the heat in the shower, firecracker.” Again, I touch her face. I can’t seem to stop touching her. She should probably run in the other direction, fast. Hell, I should run the other way as quickly as possible. The last thing I need is a woman clouding up my brain, distracting my focus from helping my mom.

But I’m just a man.

A man with urges and needs, and those are directed at this little spitfire of a woman who makes me want to turn all caveman on her and throw her over my shoulder. I bet I could extract another of those sexy little gasps if I were to swat her ass.

Plus, throw in the fact that she’s technically married. That point alone is enough to make me want to look away. But I can’t. I’m drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. This desire I felt, even after only a brief meeting several weeks ago, clearly isn’t going away anytime soon. Not when she stands there with fire dancing in her eyes and a sadistically little smile on her lips. Oh, this woman is trouble, and I’m going to get burned.

“Well, whether that’s true or not, I guess you’ll never know,” she quips, my brain picturing exactly what she’s look like naked in the shower. Of course, having my eyes glued to her ass when she turns to walk away helps those images. A lot.

“Maybe,” I reply with a smile.

“No maybe,” she fires back, turning her attention back to me. Or at least I think she turns it back to me. I can’t tell. My eyes are still focused on the same spot her ass was just occupying. When I glance up at her eyes, I swear I’m scolded from the heat.

“Stop looking at my ass,” she chastises.

“It’s a nice ass,” I defend, refusing to look away from those hypnotizing green orbs.

“You’re impossible.”

“You like me.”

“No, no, I don’t. You’re…annoying and impossible and just like rattling my chain.”

Stepping closer yet until I can smell the scent of her lotion and see her throat bob as she swallows hard (a result of my nearness), I say, “You. Like. Me. You just don’t know what to do about it.”

Rolling her eyes, she fires back, “Don’t be so sure of yourself. You’re not that likeable.”

Lexi reaches back and finishes unlocking the door. Before she steps inside, she pauses, making my heart skip a beat and my boner stand up and say hello. “Thank you for helping me get rid of him,” she says softly, without turning and looking my way.

“Anytime he gives you trouble, come get me.”

Before she can slip inside and disappear on me, I reach forward and touch her arms. My gut tightens as my fingers dance along smooth, soft skin. I’ve never had a reaction like this to a woman. Never. So why her? Why this little hellion in heels? She’s already given me sleepless nights and wet dreams and I don’t even know her. I should stay as far away from her as possible, but if I know one thing about myself, it’s that I love a challenge.

And Lexi Summer is that challenge.

About the Author: Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.

Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been an Amazon Bestseller twice for Free e-books, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. All of the Rivers Edge books have been bestsellers in the Romance and Contemporary Romance categories.

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