Friday, September 20, 2019

Unforgettable (Indulgence Series) by Aleatha Romig - COVER REVEAL

 Cover Reveal for Unforgettable,
Indulgence Series
Releasing 10/22
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Unconventional & Unexpected,
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Aleatha Romig


Marji
Working for a therapist who specializes in exploring hidden desires may sound like a dream job. It is if hearing other people’s fantasies come to life is your cup of tea.

The truth is that I’m tired of hearing about other people. I want to experience what

I’ve only imagined. 

That’s where Lace and Leather comes in.

A falsified referral and I’m in the door. One visit is all I want.

Lucas
Sometimes plans change and life throws curveballs. It’s at times like that when we must force ourselves to move forward and take life a day at a time. 

I did that.

Now I believe I’m ready for more.

To find out if the desires I once possessed still exist, I make the decision to return to a place where anything is possible, Lace and Leather. One visit is all I want.

What happens when one visit turns unforgettable?

From New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes another of her steamy novellas exploring hidden desires. UNFORGETTABLE is a stand-alone story in the INDULGENCE series. Stories may be read in any order.

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Erika Ellis is available to everyone, each night, on their TV—news at five-thirty and again at six o’clock. Viewers think they know her. 


They don’t, not like I do.

I’ve watched her—closer than the others—not only on the news, but at all hours of the day and night. I’ve taken my time and learned her routines and her secrets. I know what she needs.

I’ll bring her fantasies to life, even the ones she’s yet to realize. I’ll be the one to teach her that in submission there is power. She’ll understand that she doesn’t need accolades from her viewers or the world. She doesn’t need to be primped and primed. My praise is what she’ll live for. Bound and helpless is where her freedom will be found. 

The truth behind the stage makeup and faux laugh is that she’s mine—nothing she can do or say will change that. 

She doesn’t know my unconventional plans.
That’s okay.
She will.
It’s time to make my move.
I’m Victor Cross, the only man for the job. 

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A second chance at happiness sounds promising. 

What happens when faced with the unexpected?

With their marriage on the line, Paul and Jenn must choose to face their past and move on to a future together forever or forever apart. 

If you enjoy a fast and furious, heart-thundering ride that leaves you breathless and perhaps a bit hot and bothered, UNEXPECTED is what you’re seeking. This novella is a suspenseful and steamy stand-alone story following Paul and Jenn Masters, characters previously introduced in the novella UNCONVENTIONAL

UNEXPECTED is a stand-alone story in the INDULGENCE series. Stories may be read in any order.
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Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of over thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams and bring your imagination to life!
Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha's twisted style with an increase in heat.
In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.
In the spring of 2017, Aleatha released her first stand-alone, fun, and sexy romantic comedy with PLUS ONE, followed by the sweet stand-alone, ONE NIGHT.
Aleatha is a "Published Author's Network" member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America.  She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.


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Thursday, August 22, 2019

Review - On The Corner of Love and Hate by Nina Bocci



ON THE CORNER OF LOVE AND HATE
By Nina Bocci

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For fans of Christina Lauren and Lauren Layne comes a delightfully sassy and sexy romance about a campaign manager who reluctantly works with the local Lothario to help revamp his image for the upcoming mayoral elections, only to discover that he’s hiding something that can turn both their lives upside down.
What’s a campaign manager’s worst nightmare? A smooth-talking charmer who’s never met a scandal that he didn’t like.
When Emmanuelle Peroni’s father—and mayor of her town—asks her to help rehab Cooper Endicott’s image, she’s horrified. Cooper drives her crazy in every way possible. But he’s also her father’s protégé, and she can’t say no to him without him finding out the reason why: Cooper and her have a messy past. So Emmanuelle reluctantly launches her father’s grand plan to get this Casanova someone to settle down with and help him lose his lothario reputation.
Cooper Endicott wanted to run for Mayor, but he never wanted the drama that went with it. Now that he’s on the political hamster wheel, the other candidates are digging up everything from his past. Even though he’s doing all the right things, his colorful love life is the sticking point for many of the conservative voters. He wants to win, badly, and he knows that if he wants any chance of getting a vote from the female population, he needs to change his image. The only problem? He might just be falling in love with the one person he promised not to pursue: the Mayor’s off-limits daughter.
A perfect blend of humor and heart, On the Corner of Love and Hate is the first in a new series from USA TODAYbestselling author Nina Bocci.


Chapter 1
Thud. Whoosh. Slap. 
     Thud. Whoosh. Slap.
     The trio of irksome sounds repeated another half-dozen times. My eyes darted upward, a silent prayer falling from my lips.
     Dear God, please give me the strength not to shove that tennis ball somewhere that would require surgery. Amen.
     My coworker casually leaned back in his chair, his long legs out- stretched and crossed at the ankles on the shiny surface of the con- ference room table. Beneath his brown leather loafers sat a report.
    His unfnished-yet-due-tomorrow report.
    I marveled at his ability to multitask. It would have been more appropriate if he had been, say, working. Instead, he was tossing a ball against the conference room wall with one hand while texting with the other. Even though he didn’t take his eyes off his phone screen, he caught the ball every single time. If I hadn’t been so annoyed, I would have actually been impressed.
    The clock ticked against the pale yellow wall above his head. With each passing tick, the ball struck with a thwack to its right.
    “Cooper, could you please stop?” I fnally said, rubbing my temples to ease the headache that was forming.
    Thud. Whoosh. Slap.
    “Cooper,” I repeated, glancing up from my laptop. “Hello?”
    Thud, whoosh, slap was the only response I got.
    Sliding back my chair, I stood up and walked around the long maple conference table. It was only when I got close enough to see the scantily clad woman in his text window that I noticed the wireless earbuds that were blasting music into his ears. As the ball left his hand, I touched his shoulder.
    Startled, he lost his grip on the ball, sending it sailing behind him. “What’s up?” he sputtered, quickly pulling his earbuds out. I didn’t miss his hand sliding his phone into his pocket. He looked every bit like a teenager caught red-handed by the principal.
    “Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed. “You’ve had music on this entire time? I read nearly two pages of the brewery expansion proposal out loud to you twenty minutes ago!”
    At least he had the decency to look remorseful. “I thought you were talking to yourself, so I”—he motioned to the black Beats— “figured I’d give you your privacy while I caught up on work.”
    My eyebrows must have reached my hairline, because with a mildly guilty expression he pulled his legs down from the table.
    I snorted. “Yes, I start all sentences with, ‘Cooper, what do you think about’ when I’m talking to myself. Were you just smiling and nodding for my health?” Shifting in his seat, he straightened. I huffed.
    The small laugh lines around his mouth became more pronounced, an indication that he was fighting back a smile. “Emmanuelle,” he purred smoothly.
    “Don’t Emmanuelle me,” I clapped back. “That tone may work on your fan club, but not me.”
    He held his arms up in a defensive position. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What did I miss?” He grabbed for the papers in my hand.
    Holding them back against my chest, I scowled. “Hope Lake Brewing Company. Expansion. Asking for input before it goes to the town council for approval.”
    He whistled and rocked back in his chair. “Council is going to reject anything that comes across their desk from them. They hate the ‘vibe’ the brew house brings, and the addition would make the council’s heads explode.”
    I nodded. “Yep, which is why the guys asked us for help. To try and edit the proposal to appeal to them. It’s also why I booked us the conference room for this meeting that you just Tindered your way through.”
    “That’s not a word, and I wasn’t—” he began, patting his pocket absently. Probably making sure the evidence was tucked away safely.
    I held up my hand. “Save it. I don’t care what or who you’re doing. Just that you’re not paying attention. Again.”
    When the owners of HLBC, Drew and Luke Griffin, first came to our department, Cooper and I had championed their proposal to build a brewing company, tasting room, and outdoor entertainment space just along the lakefront. It was one of the first projects Cooper and I had worked on together, and it was just what we’d needed in town back then—a fun, innovative business that catered to every age. Now, six years later, HLBC was one of Hope Lake’s most popular spots, and the brothers were looking to expand their space to include rooms for private events and a small restaurant. Cooper and I were supposed to be discussing how to approach the town council about it.
    Looked like I’d just been talking to myself instead. “I’m going back to my office, where I can work in peace,” I said. Exasperated, I started gathering up my stuff.
    After a few seconds of awkward silence, he cleared his throat. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s go over it. Again.”
    I stacked my files, feeling my blood starting to boil. Having to repeat myself irked me, but I needed his input whether I liked it or not.
    Glancing up, I noticed Cooper readying to say something else when our shared assistant, Nancy, hurried in with the main office calendar and a fistful of Sharpies clutched in her hand.
    “I’ve been searching for you two everywhere,” she said, looking wide-eyed at each of us in turn. The conference table, at least on my side, was covered in charts, graphs, and photos of the lakefront. On Cooper’s side—well, there was a lot of polished maple visible.
    “Did you discuss the project?” she asked hopefully, her face falling when I shook my head. “Okay, well, I guess you’ll handle that, uh, later. I’m sure.” She gave me a look. “I hope,” she mouthed, then cleared her throat and pulled out the head chair of the conference table and sat down with the main office calendar in front of her. “It’s time for the afternoon rundown—are you ready?”
    Cooper groaned. Not at Nancy but at the calendar she had opened. It had been on my desk this morning when I’d filled it with upcoming appointments and meetings. By the looks of it, Nancy had managed to fill almost every empty space that remained.
    We kept it old school at our office. Instead of using Google calendar or iCal, we used a large paper desk calendar with a color-coded legend, labels, and tabs to keep our government office running like clockwork. It’s not as though we hadn’t tried to modernize, but some of the, ahem, older department staff were frosty toward change.
    Nancy, Cooper, and I worked at the Hope Lake Community Development Office on the top floor of Borough Building. In a small town like Hope Lake, my department was sort of the home base for everything. From simple things such as parade permits to more detailed ventures—for example, helping to secure funding for business owners like HLBC—the CDO, as we tended to call it, had its hand in pretty much everything. It wasn’t big, but what we lacked in size and staff we made up for in energy and results.
    “The upcoming week is brutal,” Nancy apologized, looking at Cooper, who, not surprisingly, was on his phone again. “Emma, I’m afraid you’re a bit overscheduled.” She tapped a Sharpie on the table.
    I waved a dismissive hand. “It can’t be any worse than that week the staff came down with the flu.” I had practically run the office that week even though I was heavily medicated myself.
    “It’s close.” She held up two fingers barely an inch apart. “You’re back-to-back Monday. There is a pocket of time during the event this weekend with the future Mr. Mayor here and his opponent.”
    Cooper perked up then. He knocked twice on the wooden table. “Don’t jinx me.”
    Oh, sure, you’re paying attention now.
    “You’re a shoo-in. People love you, Cooper. And with the mayor already behind you, how can you not be?” Nancy assured him.
    Nancy wasn’t blowing smoke. Cooper had decided to run for office this year, and his magnetic personality made him the perfect political candidate. He was brilliant, liked by the majority of the town, and had confidence to spare because he knew he was the best choice for the job. Even I could admit that, and we were often at odds.
    “Emma, I know you wanted to have a sit-down with Drew and Luke from the brewing company about the proposed expansion before they go to the council, but I don’t see how it’s going to happen.”
    Nancy jotted a note onto the calendar. Over the years, we’d gotten our system down to a science: orange for me, blue for Cooper, hot pink for our department administrative assistant, green for Nancy, and red for the mayor, because red was my dad’s favorite color. Blue, not surprisingly, was the color least visible on the entire calendar. It was sporadically used, even from my vantage point, which meant that Cooper had a light schedule this week.
    Shocking.
    I chewed the pen cap, irritated. Nancy continued reading off meeting after meeting throughout the week.
    “These two on Thursday—I can probably sit in on them to give you a break, Emma,” she offered.
    Looking over Nancy’s shoulder, I marveled at the Technicolor scheduling system. It might have been old-fashioned, but at least it looked good.
    Shaking my head, I pointed at the partially torn yellow Post-it stuck on the edge of the frame. That was how my father added mayoral meetings to the calendar. Stickies. He was nothing if not professional. “No can do, my friend. You’re going to be at a ribbon cutting with Mayor Dad.”
    She looked up, her lips a thin, flat line. “I am? He didn’t tell me.”
    Sighing, she jotted the information down. “I wish he’d told me I was supposed to go, too!”
    She took her calendar duties very seriously. I for one appreciated it, and I knew my father did, too, even if he did use his own odd system to add to it. It kept all of us in line.
    Together, Nancy and I figured out the rest of the week, Cooper staying silent and, surprise surprise, on his phone. We looked over the days, pointing and crossing out, trying in vain to find somewhere to squeeze in a last sit-down. “It’s not going to work,” I lamented, sinking into the chair beside her.
    “Well, someone from the department needs to at least show their face at the city events meeting,” she urged, looking pointedly at Cooper. A notebook was now on his lap, his hand moving swiftly over the page. He didn’t look up when she said his name or when she repeated it a few seconds later. He was too deeply invested in whatever he was doing.
    At least he’s off the phone.
    Tearing the Post-it off the calendar and balling it up in her fist, Nancy lobbed it at him. “Cooper!” she shouted, snapping her fingers as if she were telling a dog to sit.
    Fitting.
    He smiled at her. “I’m listening.”
    “Uh-huh, we need you to take a meeting or two on Thursday so Emma can head down to the lake to meet Drew and Luke. Unless you’d rather take the HLBC meeting.”
    “Thursday?” he repeated, sliding his phone out from behind the notebook.
    When did he take that out? He was stealthy like a teen texting in class.
    With a shrug, he shook his head. “Sorry, I’m booked all day and I’ve got a campaign publicity debrief at noon. That’s taking up most of the afternoon.”
    “Doesn’t that just mean you and Henry are meeting at the diner to play on Facebook and Twitter together?” I scoffed, feeling the blood rushing to my face.
    Henry was one of my and Cooper’s oldest friends. As a teacher, he had limited time to meet up with Cooper, so I understood Cooper’s reticence to reschedule, but—
    Then it hit me. “Wait . . . why are you having mayoral meetings during work and school? How’s Henry getting out of class to meet you?”
    Setting his phone down, he stood and straightened his tie. “I’ll have you know, I’m meeting him at the high school. I wish I could help, but alas—”
    “You can’t,” I finished, sliding out of my chair to stand myself.
    With Cooper running for mayor of Hope Lake, the brunt of his work at the CDO was taking a backseat. I noticed, the staff noticed, and the mayor noticed. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have been fired, but Cooper was Hope Lake’s golden boy. Once he was elected, we could hire someone new to replace him. But until that happened, it fell to us to pick up his slack.
    Cooper walked toward the door, leaving his phone—aka his most prized possession—on the conference table. Surely he would be back in for it the second he realized it wasn’t attached to his hand.
    “Wait, you can’t leave!” Nancy called after him. “I need the theater proposal paperwork. You guys have that meeting with the council on Monday and the mayor wants the weekend to review the specs. Cooper, it has to be before end of day since you have the debate tomorrow! Everything is done, right? Please tell me it’s done.”
    “It’s handled,” Cooper said smoothly over his shoulder, tapping his temple. “And it’s not a debate. It’s a photo op, remember? Pose, smile, shake hands. You know, the usual.”
    “Thank God. I don’t have time today to do it if you didn’t,” she said, pretend wiping her brow.
    Smiling broadly, he clapped his hands together. “Oh, come on, Nance. Have I ever left you hanging?”
    Her silence spoke volumes. If she’d had the time, and the inclination, she could have created a depressing list of how often that had happened.
    Looking uncomfortable at Nancy’s lack of response, Cooper disappeared through the door, only to reappear two seconds later. “That would have been bad!” he said with a tight smile, jogging in to grab the iPhone.
    “Cooper, are you sure you can’t reschedule your Thursday plans with Henry until after work so Emma isn’t pulled in nineteen directions?” Nancy said quickly. “It’s just about the local sports participation in the Thanksgiving parade. They’re looking for guidance with the floats and theming—it won’t exactly take up all your brain space. The other is an initial meeting to see if the CDO can finally purchase the old bank.” Nancy already had a blue Sharpie at the ready, clutched between her fingers. “Or if you wanted to switch with Emma, you could meet with Drew and Luke and Emma could handle the parade instead. You’d probably get some free beer out of it.”
    For a moment, he looked like he was going to agree. His jawline ticked anxiously, a habit he’d had since we were kids. It appeared whenever he struggled with a decision. Reluctantly, I admitted to myself that it was happening more often than not.
    “I’m really sorry, I can’t,” he finally said. “You know how important these meetings are for the core of my campaign. I’ve got to run. I’m late.”
    I glanced at the clock. “It’s barely four.”
    “I have a thing.”
    “You came in at ten because of a ‘thing.’ ” I air-quoted it because although he said those things were for the mayoral campaign, I didn’t believe him. Call it years of experience or just a gut feeling. “Cooper, I need you to focus. You’re all over the place, and things are going to start falling through the cracks here. We can’t afford any missteps. Not when we’re under a microscope. The council is looking for any reason to put the screws in this department.”
    Cooper’s opponent, Kirby Rogers, had been on the town council for the past few years. He had made it his mission to strip the CDO—funding, staff, all of it gone.
    With nothing but a grimace, Cooper left, leaving no opening for discussion. I shook my head at his retreating form.
    “Forget him, I’ll figure it out,” I said, glancing between the calendar with the work appointments and my nearly empty personal calendar. “I can pop over to the brewery and see Drew and Luke on my way home Tuesday or Friday night. They owe me dinner, anyway,” I said with a weak laugh, an attempt at loosening the anxiety-ridden ball in my stomach. How am I going to accomplish all of this? “Just see when they’re free.” I tapped away on my phone. Making a note, I double-checked my iPhone’s calendar as Nancy read off the rest of the upcoming schedule.
    “Emma,” she said with a heavy sigh, “I don’t want you to overwork yourself.”
    “I’m fine. It’s an adjustment we’re going to have to get used to since we’re going to be picking up all the Cooper slack,” I insisted, knowing that she was always worried about me in a big-sisterly sort of way. “Promise,” I said after seeing her frown.
    Months ago, before he had decided to run for mayor and before he had become so distracted by the election, Cooper had been an asset. I longed for those days. He had a gift, an ability to coax the very best of ideas out of you, and he transformed them into solid plans that we then presented to Mayor Dad and the town council. His undivided input would have been valuable here.
    That part of Cooper I respected and enjoyed working with. Pre-candidate Cooper. Except lately, so much had changed. I missed the focused Cooper. The guy who would pull together a presentation in just a few hours. The guy I could count on to bring the best ideas out of me when I thought I had hit a wall. Or even the guy who got his work done on time. I hated myself a little bit because I was missing that coworking partnership. We did make a good team when we weren’t arguing.
    “Not for anything, but you’d think he’d want to head over to Hope Lake Brewing Company to see the guys.”
    “His head was so buried in his phone, he probably didn’t hear you mention them.”
    Nancy nodded. “What do you think? Is this going to get better or worse as the campaign progresses?” She packed up her Sharpies and hoisted the large calendar off the table, mindful not to drop any of the Post-its and papers tacked to it.
    I slung my arm over her shoulder. “Worse. So much worse.”


Review -

On the Corner of Love and Hate was my Most Anticipated Read for 2019, and it did not disappoint!

Emma and Cooper were friends-to-enemies, and then enemies-to-lovers. Emma was written as a smart and sassy woman, who was more focused on work, than her love life.

I loved that this character was on top of her game, and had the close relationships with her friends and family that she did.

Cooper was a man's man. When you're young and good looking, it was not a far stretch for him to be the way he was with women, or that he was a "player." He was entering the political world, (actually he and Emma had grown up in it, with her having a Mayor Dad, and he having a Governor Mom,) and was needing to be scandal-free. It was fun to see him *try* to keep his image clean and show how much he loved his town, and wanted it to prosper.

As any young woman who has conflicting feelings about an old friend, Emma really does believe her feelings towards Cooper were valid. I enjoyed how she had to work through her feelings to get to where she ended up, and the epilogue was THE. BEST.

Bocci's debut was a perfect way to start off her solo writing career, and I cannot wait to see what she has in store for us in the future!

I really loved this book, and I give On the Corner of Love and Hate, 4-Stars!


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About Nina Bocci


Nina Bocci is a novelist, publicist, eternal optimist, unabashed lipgloss enthusiast, constant apologist, and a hopeless romanticist. She has too many college degrees that she’s not using, and a Lego addiction that she blames on her son.

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Beautifully Damaged by Laura Pavlov - Release Blitz

Today we have an exciting blog tour from BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED by Laura Pavlov! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Beautifully Damaged

Author: Laura Pavlov

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Beautifully Damaged:

Peyton Kroft was his forever, until the unthinkable happened. Walking away all those years ago had been the right thing to do. But, a decade later, he was ready to put the past behind him. Moving to San Francisco and hiring his first love, the city’s top designer, was a good place to start. Seeing her again stirred up feelings he thought he’d long buried. He wanted her. Just one taste of those sweet lips. The girl like a light leading him home. She’d found a way back in somewhere she could never stay. And, the worst part—he liked her there. ~~~ Jackson Vance broke her heart. He took half of it with him on his way out of town. Picking up the pieces hadn’t been easy, but more than nine years later, Peyton is living her best life. Coming face to face with her first love is not on the agenda. Emerald green eyes that see straight to her soul. Jackson Vance is beautiful, broken, and everything she’s ever wanted. He’s not a forever guy—but when their lips touch, it feels like forever. History has a way of repeating itself. The past still hovers like a dark cloud. But every dark cloud has a silver-lining.

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I'm loving this story! The connectio (and tension) between Peyton and Jackson is off-the-charts HOT!  

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About Laura Pavlov:

Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after.  

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Friday, July 12, 2019

Beautifully Damaged by Laura Pavlov - Excerpt Reveal

Today we have an exciting excerpt reveal from BEAUTIFULLY DAMAGED by Laura Pavlov! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: Beautifully Damaged

Author: Laura Pavlov

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Blitz: July 24th

About Beautifully Damaged:

Peyton Kroft was his forever, until the unthinkable happened. Walking away all those years ago had been the right thing to do. But, a decade later, he was ready to put the past behind him. Moving to San Francisco and hiring his first love, the city’s top designer, was a good place to start. Seeing her again stirred up feelings he thought he’d long buried. He wanted her. Just one taste of those sweet lips. The girl like a light leading him home. She’d found a way back in somewhere she could never stay. And, the worst part—he liked her there. ~~~ Jackson Vance broke her heart. He took half of it with him on his way out of town. Picking up the pieces hadn’t been easy, but more than nine years later, Peyton is living her best life. Coming face to face with her first love is not on the agenda. Emerald green eyes that see straight to her soul. Jackson Vance is beautiful, broken, and everything she’s ever wanted. He’s not a forever guy—but when their lips touch, it feels like forever. History has a way of repeating itself. The past still hovers like a dark cloud. But every dark cloud has a silver-lining.

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Last night he’d caught her off guard. Today—she came prepared and her walls were up. He couldn’t blame her. He’d left her. Been cruel. He'd seen her through good times and bad. She had the etiquette of a royal princess, the perfect manners of a debutante, but the girl could fight like a caged pit bull when she wanted something. “I think it’s best we keep things professional. I take my job very serious, and I don’t want any complications. Let’s start fresh as work associates.” Her voice as distant as her eyes. “Ah. So, this is how we’re going to play it,” he said with a chuckle. “Excuse me? I’m not quite sure how to act around you, Jackson. You show up here out of nowhere, and you’re judging my behavior?” “Since when do you have to act a certain way?” “What? I don’t. You’re taking things out of context. I’ve never had a client who happened to be an ex-boyfriend. This is a first for me.” “I’ve never had a problem being your first.” Yep, it would get a reaction. They needed to get past the awkward bullshit and hash it out. Forcing her to engage would be his best bet. She clenched her jaw. “I see you’re still an asshole.” “Ahhh—There she is.” “Meaning?” “Meaning, you need to stop putting on airs.” Using his index and middle fingers on each hand and bending twice, he fought back a smile. “Are you seriously using air quotes on me? How ridiculous are you?” She jumped up and stormed over to her desk. “I’d say I’m pretty fucking ridiculous.” His fingers intertwined behind his head, he leaned back to enjoy the show. Goddamn, this woman only got sexier when she was pissed. He remembered how feisty she could be, but she appeared more controlled and refined now. He didn’t miss the way she struggled to rein in her emotions, jamming things into her desk drawer now. First, a stapler. A pencil. A couple of files. She picked up her water bottle and tipped her head back, taking a long, slow sip. His heart pounded in his chest. He yearned to taste her soft lips. Maybe it would get him through the next decade. No woman ever made him so greedy for more. But he wasn’t here to take anything from her. He’d taken enough. “Peanut.” “What? And stop calling me that,” she demanded, returning to sit beside him. “I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for leaving you—for hurting you.” She studied him, lips pursed. “Is this really your apology?” “What do you want me to say? I went fucking crazy. I wasn't equipped to handle what happened. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

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Laura Pavlov writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance that will make you both laugh and cry. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, mom to two awesome almost-grown kids, and dog-whisperer to a couple crazy yorkies. Laura resides in Las Vegas where she is living her own happily ever after.

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Friday, June 21, 2019

Illicit Desire by Ryder Moore

🅰🆅🅰🅸🅻🅰🅱🅻🅴 🅽🅾🆆!

𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗶𝘀 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘!

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🅑🅛🅤🅡🅑

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 '𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇' 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌.
𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗒.
𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌' 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗉**𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒.
𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.
𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚.


❾❾🅒 -> 🅚🅘🅝🅓🅛🅔 🅤🅝🅛🅘🅜🅘🅣🅔🅓

Monday, June 10, 2019

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Lauren Blakely - Release Day

 
Satisfaction Guaranteed, the all-new sexy, second chance romance from Lauren Blakely is NOW LIVE on ALL RETAILERS!!! Grab this swoony, red-HOT, male POV romantic comedy TODAY!
✦Audible ➜ https://blkly.pub/AudibleSatisfied Performed by Andi Arndt and Jason Clarke, with Jason performing an album of fully produced classic love songs at the end of the story!
 
Lauren is donating 10% of the proceeds for SATISFACTION GUARANTEED for the first month to animal rescues! (In honor of the hero being a veterinarian and the heroine working in animal rescue). This donation applies both to ALL preorders and to all sales in the first month across all formats!
 
 
 
Review
(by Cindy)

Sloane and Malone. Yep, you read that right, and I had to repeat it to myself several times before it clicked.  Despite their cutsy, rhyming sing-song names, Sloane and Malone have an unbeatable chemistry. I loved their old fashioned, renaissance personalities. We can always count on Lauren Blakely to bring the heat, so Malone is no surprise. This sexy veterinarian has a gift for making his patients purr, but that special talent extends way beyond the clinic (if you get my drift).

Five purr-fectly sexy stars!


   
Giveaway A Night on the Town Giveaway, including an adorable Coach Handbag ($300 value), $50 gift card to the restaurant of your choice, and a $50 gift card to the beauty retailer of your choice to go shopping for that perfect make-up or hair care so you can look extra fabulous! https://laurenblakely.com/a-night-on-the-town-giveaway/
   
Blurb: Look, she started it.
She issued me a challenge I couldn’t back down from. Make her purr like no man has done before.
Fine, she’s my business partner’s daughter. All right, I’m also working in the same damn practice with her. Yes, she happens to be my ex-fling. But that was seven years ago, and it was barely a week-long thing.
Except, Sloane is still the one I can’t stop thinking of -- brilliant, sexy, captivating Sloane. Maybe a week of taking her to new heights will get her out of my head.
So what if we spend a few nights on the town too? So what if I romance her across Manhattan? It’s all in the name of scientific pursuit of more magnificent Os.
Until the rules change…
   
Excerpt I meet Sloane’s gaze then go for it. Because this night has only one destination. “We should go to Tahiti.”
“Tonight?”
“Too long a flight?”
She lets go of my hand and holds up her thumb and forefinger. “Maybe a little. Not that I’m turning down a trip to Tahiti. Wait? Are you saying you want to take me to Tahiti? Because I can pack like that.”
Smiling, I slide my hand to her ass, squeezing. I whisper roughly in her ear, “I’m saying I’d like to escape with you. Like we’re getting away for the night. Let’s fuck away all this hot, wild desire.”
She exhales then goes quiet, perhaps lost in thought. “But I thought we were going to resist kissing.”
I brush the backs of my fingers along her jaw. “We already failed that test.”
She pouts. “I was supposed to be an un-vixen.”
“Didn’t work. You’re the opposite, and I want you so fucking much.” I press against her. “You have me so wound up. I’m pretty sure you’re wound up too.”
She pushes back. “You know I am. You know I want you too. That was never the issue.”
I have to get closer to her. I need to have her. “Let’s give in. Just once.” I slide my fingers into her hair, she leans her head against my palm, and I continue making my case. “I can take you places. I can make you feel extraordinary, like I’ve always wanted to.”
She hums. “You’re making it hard to say no.”
“True. I’m very hard to resist.”
A smile spreads across her face. “You are, Malone. You’re terribly, impossibly hard to resist.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “One night. Our secret. What happens in Tahiti stays in Tahiti.”
“Absolutely,” I say as my dick high-fives me.
“And where is this alternate universe?”
I curl my fingers around her hip bone. “My place isn’t far. There’s also a hotel down the block. Either way, I intend to strip you naked, get my lips all over you, and make you feel as fucking good as you looked when you were watching me sing.”
She shudders. “I looked good when I was watching you? How so?”
I run my thumb over her hip, rubbing in slow, sensual circles. “You’re so seductive. You looked so incredibly alluring. You looked exactly as you are—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” My fingers stray to her belly, gliding down the fabric of her dress toward my final destination. “And you and I have unfinished business.”
She leans her head back, and the most delicious moan ever recorded escapes her lips. When she raises her face, she tap-dances her fingers down my chest then runs them over the silk of my tie. “Are you saying we’re going to finish the business tonight?”
“Yes, and then tomorrow . . . we can be friends again.” The thought pains me, but I know this is the only way to deal with our reality.
“Exactly,” she says, nodding her agreement. “We take a trip tonight. We get away to a remote island. And tomorrow we go back to the real world?” She’s seriously considering this. Hell, I’ve already considered it six ways to Sunday in the span of ten seconds, and I say it’s a brilliant plan.
“Let me take care of you tonight. Let me spend the night worshipping your body and driving you wild with pleasure.”
“You say these things . . .”
I grin. “And?”
“And you make it impossible to walk away.” She grabs my tie and tugs my face inches from hers. “But what do you think my voice says?”
I want her to say it. The permission must come from her, and I’m dying for it. “You tell me.”
She brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, hot and sexy, “It says take me to Tahiti. Fuck me hard. Fuck me good. Fuck me senseless.”
That’s the only voice I’m listening to tonight.
   
About the Author: A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that'ssweet, sexy and witty. Her heroines are strong and smart and her heroes have hearts of gold and fantastic funny bones. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she's sold more than 3 million books.
In June she'll release SATISFACTION GUARANTEED and in September INSTANT GRATIFICATION.
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