Release Day : Above Protection

He's bearded, angry, highly trained, and has a job to do.
She's the damsel in distress who's smarter than she looks, and doesn't want anyone's help.
Could it be they both need something neither will admit to? Fate fueled by the laws of attraction may
just decide for them.

DUKE

I didn’t ask for this. I was just doing my job, and they have the nerve to put me on a Witness Protection detail? This is crap. I’ll do my assignment, then go back to my job and what I love – kicking ass and taking names. I hadn’t spent 6 years in the Marine Corps to be put on babysitting duty once I’d joined the FBI. The witness they assigned me to, Rayanne, is an annoying, brainless blonde with a sassy mouth and a body that belongs on a website you have to pay to access. Not that I noticed or anything.

RAYANNE

I can look after myself. I don’t need anyone’s help, and the government is being ridiculous for putting me in the Witness Protection Program. I'll testify against my former bosses and then go back to my life as a single girl in the big city. I love my career as a paralegal, and once this Neanderthal they’d assigned to babysit me is out of my life, I'll go back to it. I just wish he wasn’t so easy on the eyes. The beard, hard body, and that voice. Why couldn’t they have sent me someone ugly – and nice? Because Duke is neither of those things.

ABOVE PROTECTION is book 1 in the Imperfect Heroes Series.  For readers 18+.

Title : Above Protection (Imperfect Heroes #1)
Release Date : 30 March 2016
Genre : Romance
Author :C.J. Pinard
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From the corner of my eye, I watched Duke leave the kitchen. After I’d put the meat and sauce into a
skillet and stirred it, I added the spices. The water began to boil, so I opened the box and pulled out a
handful of stiff spaghetti. I broke it over the sink into thirds, then dumped it into the boiling water,
adding a few shakes of salt.

I glanced once again at the doorway to the kitchen and saw Duke was long gone. Biting my lip, I reached up into the cabinet and moved the remaining spices aside. I grinned as my fingers wrapped around the bottle of Jim Beam. Chancing a glance once again at the kitchen entryway, I looked back down at the bottle. I slowly twisted off the metal lid and carefully brought the bottle up to my nose and inhaled – which was quickly followed up by a cough.

Whew, that’s potent stuff! Shouldn’t take more than a shot or two to relax me. This guy, this cabin, this whole entire bizarre situation had me on edge. I just needed a little something to take that edge off.

I searched the cabinets but did not find any shot glasses. I poured a small measure into a beveled green glass that looked like it belonged in the 70s. I stared at the amber liquid for a long time before working up the nerve to take a sip.

A sip! my subconscious teased me. Just shoot it, you wuss.

Lifting my shoulder in a shrug, I tossed back the glass, wincing as the bourbon burned its way down my throat, warming my belly. I slammed the glass on the counter and had to ball up my fist to keep from letting out a whoop at the wonderful burn.

The sizzle of the skillet captured my attention, and I stirred the sauce mixture again, turning down the heat as it was beginning to splatter on the outdated yellow gas cooktop – and me.

The whole damn kitchen was outdated. It looked like my grandmother’s growing up. Yellow and brown linoleum floors, sparkly yellow and silver countertops, mustard-colored appliances. I giggled at the absurdity of this kitchen, hell, this whole cabin, and then hiccupped. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I shook my head at my silliness. Yet, I really wanted another shot of that bourbon.

Just one more.

“Just one more,” I said out loud.

Glancing again toward the kitchen entryway and seeing no Duke, I poured another small amount and
quickly shot it back, enjoying the burn.

Smiling, I looked at the boiling noodles, realizing I hadn’t set a timer and now had no idea how long
they’d been in the water for. The sauce was most certainly done.

Hiccup.

Cheese! I need cheese. I always make cheesy spaghetti. I get compliments on my cheesy spaghetti!
Opening the fridge door, I stared for a good, long minute, trying to remember why I’d opened the fridge.

Then I spotted the bag of already-grated cheese.

“Well, thank the lawrd for pre-grated cheese,” I said, okay I think I slurred, in the most exaggerated

Southern accent ever. I already had a slight one, or so I’d been told, but now I just flat-out sounded like my grand-mama from Mobile, Alabama. Bless her heart.

Hiccup.

I set the cheese on the counter and poured more bourbon into the ugly-ass green glass. Was this glass
or plastic? I tapped my fingernail against it. Glass. I think. Cool. I grinned.

I slammed the liquid back and quickly placed the glass in the sink. No more. I need to stop.

The water continued to boil. Since I was already practically in her kitchen, I remembered Granny’s advice about spaghetti. So with a shrug, I used the spoon to carefully remove a noodle. I inspected it close up, then, with all my might, I chucked it against the wall behind the stove. It did stick, and I smiled in victory. My pasta was good and cooked.

I turned off the burners to both. As I was about to begin to look for a colander to drain the pasta, a voice made me jump.

“What are you doing?”

Blinking in surprise, I cocked my head to the side and smiled. “Cooking.”

“Why are you throwing pasta?” Duke asked, standing at the entryway to the kitchen looking way too
delicious.

“Um?” What was I gonna say? Wait, what was the question?

Fuuuuck it. I’ll just ignore him. I picked up the wooden spoon and stirred the sauce. Wait, what was I
doing? I need to drain the pasta. Did this kitchen even have a colander?

I didn’t know, so I just stirred the sauce some more. Suddenly, a warm hand gripped my arm, then spun me around. I was met with stormy blue eyes.

I giggled. “Hi, Cowboy.”

He narrowed those beautiful eyes at me. The dark lashes framing them were just too much. “I asked you a question.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I said, “What was the question?”

I noticed the wooden spoon was still in my hand and was dripping sauce all over the floor. As if in slow motion, I looked at the drips, then the spoon, and without thinking, I brought it up to my mouth. My tongue snaked out and licked the sauce, from the base to the tip of the spoon while I stared unblinking at Duke, waiting for him to tell me what his question had been.

“Holy fuck,” I heard him whisper, his eyes now fixated on my mouth.

I was suddenly acutely aware of how his hard chest was almost pressed against mine. While one hand still held the spoon, the other reached up. My fingertips grazed his rock-hard pec under his T-shirt. My eyes flicked back up to his.

Before I could register what was happening, his mouth crashed down onto mine, his right arm snaking around my waist and then down to my ass, grabbing it with his strong hands, pushing my body into his.

Wait.

Duke was kissing me. What the hell? He’s not supposed to kiss me! He’s a jerk. I don’t like him. I bit his lip – hard. He pulled himself away from me, his thumb grazing his bottom lip.

“You bit me!” he said, incredulous.

“You kissed me!” I replied, as if I had to remind him.

He stared at me dumbfounded for a few seconds, then said, “You were licking… you were ignoring me when I asked… you were giggling… oh, my God. What the hell is that?”

He reached around me and picked up my bottle of bourbon, holding it up. “Where did you get this,
Blondie?”

I shrugged and giggled.

Hiccup.

“My spaghetti’s burning,” was all I said.

Turning my back on him once again I began to rummage through the cabinets for something to drain the pasta in. I grinned as I located a colander and placed it in the sink. Before I could pick up the heavy pot of water and noodles, Duke spun me around and pinned me against the countertop. This time, he pressed his hard body into mine, while shoving the booze bottle into my face.

“Where. Did. You. Get. This?” he asked.

Jerking a thumb behind me at the cabinet in which I was now pressed against, I said with a grin, “In
there. You want some?”

It didn’t go unnoticed by me that he was pressing a very hard member of his body against my belly. I
kinda liked it though, and began to wonder what he was working with under those jeans.

He sighed and pushed off of me, scrubbing a hand over his beard and storming out of the kitchen with my bottle of contraband in his hand.

About The Author

I'm a California girl living in land-locked Colorado. Lover of red wine, wearer of fabulous shoes, and a die-hard Niner fan, I'm also an editor at heart. I've written over a dozen books and short stories that 

contain both contemporary/new adult and paranormal romance that are a little bit badass, a little heart-wrenching, and sorta funny (to me, anyway). Almost all my books usually contain law enforcement or military undertones, since strong, brave, alpha men and women are my weaknesses. When I'm not writing, I can be found working at a very strange day job, which may or may not have some mild influences on my gripping stories - so strange, in fact, I think I'll write a book about it one day. 

I'm also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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Release Day : Soldier's Heart

Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he's positive he'll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier's worst nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into the blackness that plagues him.

Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she's set up her own
business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her own life back together.

Circumstance brings Isaiah into her life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them. It's immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it's also... terrifying.

His soldier's heart is surrounded by walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so desperately needs.

Title : Soldier's Heart (Wounded Love #2)
Release Date : 29 March 2016
Genre : Romance, Military
Author : Megan Green
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“Just through here,” I say confidently.

“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Trust me. We’ve been watching this area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of this wall.”

My men line up, preparing to enter the room.

I lift my hand.

On my count.

One.

Two.

I kick open the door, falling back as I let my men charge into the room.

Everything happens so fast.

A shout in Arabic.

A gunshot.

A clamor of English.

An explosion.

***

I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes. My dresser.

I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.

I repeat the words over and over to myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart
races, my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked brow.

I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every other time this has happened,
cowering and deep breathing does jack shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine
cabinet in the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that shit works for anyone.

I swallow two of the pills, not bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and
swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face, rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.

My thoughts return to my dream. The same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade exploding.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of
water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some fucking oblivion.

I stagger out to the couch, feeling the rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take over.

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Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!

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Cover Reveal : Finding Me

Elise Riley is the average girl that has never been treated like she was worthy, 

always second best even by her own mother.

She becomes a victim of a crime committed by one of her closest friends and is 

shipped off to Humble, Texas to live with her aunt and uncle on the family farm.

She swears that she will never trust another guy that is until she meets Ford.

Ford Kelly is the star running back at Humble High, always treated like he was 

number one.

Ford lives a life of eat, sleep, and football. He hates it and is starting to struggle from 

the effects of playing hard his entire life.

The one girl Ford likes seems to reject him at every turn. But when he starts to 

break down her walls, there are more things standing in their way than he 

suspected.

Is love worth the risk? Even if it means breaking a promise you made to your best 

friend? And if it is worth the risk, will you let it happen? Can you get past all the bad 

things that have happened in your life?

Title : Finding Me
Release Date : 11 April 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Brooklyn Taylor
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

I walked toward the barn to a voice that was humming, and admittedly, my curiosity got the better of me.

In the barn, I found an unfamiliar girl attempting to milk a cow and struggling pathetically. The girl couldn’t carry a tune but not from lack of trying. She looked extremely out of her element trying to do her best but failing miserably.

I stood back and observed her frustrations. I knew very little about how to run a farm, but she seemed to be downright confused.

I leaned up against the barn door and listened to her trying to make heads or tails of what she was humming until it suddenly came to me.

I joined in and began whistling along with her, and she jumped. She kicked over the bucket, and I watched the milk spill on the hay. “Damn it! For all that is holy!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” But not really. I laughed.

She stood up to brush herself off, along with wipe the remainder of the milk and hay that were on her clothes and face.

She stomped over to me but stopped before getting too close. “What do you want?” she snapped at me. She put her hand on her hip.

“Nothing!” I stuck my hand out to shake hers. “I’m Ford.”

She looked down at my hand and smirked leaving my hand hanging.

“What can I help you with?” she demanded.

“Well, since you are clearly not from around here, we like to introduce ourselves first. It’s polite.” I smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes unimpressed.

Terry came walking around the corner huffing like he was already losing his breath.

“Oh, Ford! I see you found Elise.” He looked at me and then back at her. “What in all of Hades happened to you?” He laughed a beat then realized she wasn’t happy and cleared his throat.

“So it’s Elise. Nice to meet you.”

About The Author

I currently reside outside of Austin, Texas. I'm a mother of 2 amazing kiddos and

married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the 

medical field but would rather be spending my time writing! I love to spend my free 

time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to 

write at the instinct of "hey maybe I can do that!" and haven't stopped since. I have 

enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and 

family that make my life worth living!

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Release Day : Desperately Seeking Epic

Paul James loved Clara Bateman.
Hating her would have been easier.
She was the past, and he was hell-bent on keeping her there.
Or so he thought...

Craigslist Ad: DESPERATELY SEEKING EPIC
You’re my father.
I don’t know much about you. I know your name is Paul James, you’re a thrill seeker, and once upon a time you did stunts and people called you ‘Epic.’
I’ve been told you don’t know about me. That it’s complicated.
But for me it’s simple.
Here’s the thing: I’m twelve years old…and I’m dying.
And as much as this could crush my mother, I have to meet you before I go.
In time, I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s still in love with you.
So, Epic, if you read this, please come back. You don’t have to be my dad. You don’t even have to tell me you love me or you’re sorry. Just come see me.
Patiently waiting, but running out of time,
Neena

Title : Desperately Seeking Epic
Release Date : 23 March 2016
Author : BN Toler
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B N Toler lives in Virginia. When she's not reading and writing, she's thinking about reading and writing. Before she became a self-proclaimed writer, she worked as a real estate agent and as an orthodontic technician. **She will notice your teeth before your eyes or hair or anything.**

She enjoys shopping (way too much) and is on a first name basis with several employees at the local Target in her town.

She loves music,(bluegrass, country, 80's, actually she loves most music ~her favorite song is American Pie by Don McLean and she worships anything that is Elvis and Johnny Cash and Eric Church) dancing, (even though she sucks at it)reading, writing, eating (too much) sleeping late, (which she rarely gets to do) and laughing. If you can make her laugh, she will love you forever.
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Release Day : Sometimes, Forever

One job ad,
One lavender delivery,
One out of the blue laugh…
Would change his life forever.

Cooper Hepburn is tired of the suburbs. Tired of his mother’s constant nagging
for him to settle down, tired of his sisters and tired of his boring career. The last
thing Cooper wants is to get married and have children. He needs an escape
from suburbs living, and coming across a job ad at a lavender farm in the middle
of country Victoria is his answer. Deciding to let fate take control, Cooper applies,
hoping the small tourist town of Daylesford is the change he seeks.

Little does Cooper know that one delivery to The Spencer-Reid will change his
life in a single moment.

The very moment he meets the beautiful hotel owner.

Peyton Spencer.

The woman that would become so much more than just his sometimes.

Title : Sometimes, Forever (Sometimes Moments #2)
Release Date : 22 March 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Len Webster
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

“Are you insane?” Margot shouted, her voice echoing in his car’s speakers.

It was too late.

He had quit his job without a second thought. Cooper’s house was up for rent,
and he was twenty minutes from Daylesford, country Victoria. He was terrible at
goodbyes. Only because he never had to say them often enough. But when he
got the call that he got the job as operations manager at Scott Family Lavender
Farm, he decided to leave Warren Meadows and follow where life took him.

“I’m a very rational person,” he said, knowing that it would piss her off.

“A rational person doesn’t move three hours away to take a job that is a lot more
work than his last and a pay cut. Cooper, you are working for less money!”

He laughed. “It’s not about the money, Margie. It’s about trying something new. I
looked and Daylesford is really nice.”

“So is an Audi but you don’t see me blowing mine and Phil’s savings on one on a
whim,” she scolded.

“This feels right,” he said, eyes still on the highway.

“That’s it. You’re insane. Mum is going to go insane. And then she’s going to
make me go insane. What kind of heartless brother are you?”

“You’re being dramatic.”


“You’re being careless.”


“Daylesford could change my life,” he said.


She let out a short laugh. “Unlikely. But hey, it’s your life. Get ready to be bored
with it. Small town? Seriously, Coop?”

To his left, a sign caught his eye. He wasn’t sure why, but he indicated to the left.
He pulled over and put his car in park.

“Seriously. I gotta go. I’ll call you later. I love you, Margot.”


“I love you, too, Coop. I love your insanity sometimes. Not sure how I feel about
this particular time, though. I’ll call you later.”


Cooper hung up by pressing the ‘end call’ button on his steering wheel. He
looked into the side mirrors to see no car coming, and he slipped out of his silver
Range Rover. He rounded the car and stood in front of the sign with a smile.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

This.

This moment.

This decision.

Felt right.

Welcome to Daylesford, Victoria.

About The Author

Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of ‘The
One.’ But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just graduated with her
BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about
how a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love.
She is also not a certified explorer, but she’s working on it.

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Release Day : Why Now?

He was my everything.

I loved him.

For over twenty years.

And everyone knew, including him.

But he never loved me back.

Not once.

Not ever.

So I moved on.

Until now.

Now he's back, and wants to make me his. 

He's everything I've ever wanted.

I should be happy.

But there's one problem.

My fiancé.

Title : Why Now?
Release Date : 22 March 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Carey Heywood
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About The Author

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with 13 books out and many more
to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-manner
citizen, Carey spend her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she
retreats into the lives of her fictional characters.

Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children,
their nine-pound attack Yorkie and their needy Ninja cat.

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Blog Tour : Soulless

Our love is imperfect in the most perfect way. It is love done our way. Raw. 

Unconventional. Sexy as hell. Most importantly, it is honest to the core, or so I think. 

One little, white lie shouldn't do so much damage. Yet, it changes me forever.

The worst part is that Declan whispered that sweet nothing out of protection. My 

safety is on the forefront of his mind, especially since there are others who’d hurt 

me simply to get at him. I never think that he would be the one to cut me so deeply. 

And it all starts with that first prick—the night he saved my life.

Title : Soulless (Once Wicked #1)
Release Date : 23 February 2016
Genre : New Adult, Romance
Author : Sarah J. Pepper
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About The Author

Sarah J. Pepper specializes in dark, paranormal romance - think "happy ever after" 

but with a twisted, dark chocolate center. Real-life romance isn't only filled with 

hugs, kisses, bunnies, and rainbows. True-love can be more thoroughly described in 

times of darkness and tribulation. It's in those harsh moments where you see what a 

person is truly capable of - both the good and bad. Sometimes prince-charming isn't 

always on time, and the glass slipper is a little snug. However, it doesn't mean 

Charming is not Mr. Right, and who says every shoe is the perfect fit? Get a glimpse 

inside her head at www.sarahjpepper.com

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Release Day : Sugar

Danielle Reed has always been the responsible one in her family. Work hard, follow the rules, and arrive on time—these are the traits she thought would bring her life meaning and purpose.

She was wrong.

On the eve of her thirtieth birthday, Danielle finds herself alone—well, as long as you don’t count the two bottles of wine by her side—and rethinking the path she has chosen for herself.

She wants more: passion, whimsy, excitement.

How does a self-professed uptight businesswoman learn to let go and finally find her bliss? 

She drinks more wine.

And she meets Connor Davis.

Title : Sugar (A Love Lane Short #2)
Release Date : 20 March 2016
Genre : Contemporary, Romance
Author : Olivia L.Thomas
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THE FIRST BOOK FROM THE SERIES

#1 A Love Lane Short - Lucky 
Kate Winters is down on her luck. Dumped by her boyfriend and alone, she is faced with the daunting task of moving into a new apartment. With no money to hire a moving company, Kate turns to the one man she knows will never turn her away.

Hiding behind black glasses and a computer, Henry has spent each day at Klein Associates silently pining over his very beautiful co-worker. Now that Kate is available, Henry is ready to shed his quiet persona and go after what he wants.

What starts off as a hard day of moving furniture turns into a night full of surprises and pas-sion when Kate and Henry get Lucky.

Lucky is book one in the Love Lane romantic short story series. Each book can be read as a standalone but are best enjoyed in order.

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About The Author

With a vivid imagination Olivia has been writing short stories ever since she could hold pen to paper.

Now a busy working mother of two rambunctious little girls she squeezes in time to write whenever she can. You will often find scraps of paper filled with story notes in every nook and cranny of her home.

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Blog Tour : Abruption

Everyone has a plan.

Dr. Guy Hunter secures his dream fellowship with a beautiful free spirit by his side. Two unexpected blue lines don't even shake his resolve—he is on his way to having it all. Until he isn’t.

Abruption: a sudden breaking off

Jules Chiappetti loves her boisterous over-involved Italian family but is determined to pave her own way. An MBA and boardroom job is her ticket out. Until it isn’t.

Abruption: an unexpected event

Four years later, Guy is consumed by the challenges of being a single father, still struggling with the aftermath that derailed his life and left his son with special needs. He doesn't realize his world went dark the same day his wife's did, until Jules, his son's new nurse, shows him the light.


Title : Abruption
Release Date : 3 January 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Riley Mackenzie 
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

“I’m not playing games, Dr. Hunter.”

I backed up until I was leaning on the opposite counter, crossed my legs, and folded my arms against my chest. “Then explain to me why I haven’t heard from you all week. I get it was our first date and it turned into a really shitty night, but I thought we ended on a high note.” Jules’ eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip. Yeah, she thinks it ended on a high note too. “I text, I call a few times, and not once did you think to pick up the phone or text back. I’m the first to admit that I’m rusty in the dating department, actually if you want to know the truth, I haven’t dated since my wife died. I’ve hooked up, not going to lie, but I haven’t dated someone with the intention of getting to know them. You’re the exception. So I’m asking, what’s with the games?”

“I needed a minute.” Her voice was low and trailed off. So much so, I thought I misheard. Then she
broke eye contact and scurried away, opening cabinets and drawers for plates and silverware.

“A minute, as in four days?” We apparently had a different definition of a minute, so I needed
clarification. Suddenly, the anger I thought I was over began to resurface. “Look, Jules, I’m sorry I don’t have the luxury of tiptoeing around your feelings here, so I’m going to come straight out and tell you that your minute doesn’t work for me. And it sure as hell doesn’t work for my family. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, but I have kids, kids that already know you. Kids that already like you. This was not news when we hooked up. So if you aren’t into it, into me, or you decided all of a sudden you have an issue with my baggage, I need to know and we’ll end it now.”

Before they get too attached. Liar. Before I get too attached.

Damn, she was making me soft. She froze mid-plate grab and pivoted back around with her eyes
squinted together at a peculiar angle. This expression was a new one and not one of my favorites if I had to compare. “Baggage?” She dragged out the word and cocked her head more to one side. Shit. “You think I consider Maxine and Finn baggage?” The tide changed, and I sensed she wasn’t exactly feeling me right at this moment. “Is that what you’ve been thinking all week? Seriously ... seriously?” The second seriously hit an octave I’d yet to hear from her and probably could do without hearing again, so I opted to use my northern brain and keep my mouth shut. “How could you even think that? Not for one point one second. Do you hear me?”

Nope, still not answering. That was a trick question.

“Have I ever given you any inclination that I had an issue with Finn or Max, ever? No. Never!” She
answered for me, loudly, and she was pissed. “I adore your children, and I’m just as attached to them as they are to me. That’s why we needed a minute. Everything was moving so fast. You don’t even know anything about me and you opened your home to ... to me. You called me a natural, for God’s sake. You have no idea. So I didn’t know what to do with that, and you needed time to think about all that. I’m not sure either of us were ready for what we already let happen, never mind more. That’s why I didn’t call.”

Oh, we needed a minute. What were we, French now? I was tempted to call her on it, especially on the half of what she said that made no sense, but the look in her eyes stopped me. There was a vulnerability there, a softness, so I let her have that play. For now.

“Tell me, are you sure now?” I asked with a bite. She turned her back to me and unwrapped and plated the breakfast sandwiches.

Don’t think so, doll. You got your answer, my turn.

I walked up behind her, pressing my front to her back, pinning her in. She involuntarily shuddered,
sucking in a bit of air when I kissed the spot where her neck met her collarbone. “Are you sure, Jules?”

This time I asked against her skin.

Her entire body stiffened and she whispered, “No.”

Fuck.

About The Authors

Riley Mackenzie~Authors

Yep. That's an “s.” There are two of us!

We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say.  Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married us.  

It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of medicine. Write what you know.

So you can easily find us at 4 o'clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations). 

When we are not working on our book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school.  

Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?

Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely 

overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know). 

So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the list!

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Blog Tour : Eyes Open

​Keep them shut.

Block out the pain.

No one sees the truth.

Until him. 

He wants too much.

He wants it all. 

He wants me to live with my

Eyes Open.

Title : Eyes Open (Finding Home #2) 
Release Date : 1 March 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Rachel Caid
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

“Craig, this is Travis, my date. Travis,” I answer while turning to face my guest, “this is Craig. He’s a friend of my brother’s.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Craig flinch at the description, but he recovers quickly. Looking back and forth between Travis and me, Craig takes a moment before speaking.

“I thought we were friends, too, Christine.” Unable to control my reaction, the sting of Craig’s words
causes me to flinch.

He’s right, we are supposed to be friends, but I’m not in a “friendly” mood. I’m still licking my wounds from his rejection. Months ago we had agreed to stop pursuing anything more than friendship when

Craig kept beating his head against my carefully built wall. The arguing had escalated quickly; after only knowing each other a few weeks we started to spend most of our time together fighting. I had hoped for the fairy-tale beginning to a beautiful romantic movie. Instead, our story seemed more likely to end up on some seedy afternoon talk show.

About The Author

​Hi! I’m Rachel, and I am a lover of all books romance!

While my books are contemporary romances, my favorite genres are paranormal romance and suspense romance. Maybe one day I will have the courage to try those :)

I am a mother to two amazing boys, wife to my best friend, and herder of two dogs and three kitties. We live in rural Missouri and absolutely love being outdoors, tending to the acreage we built our home on.

I am also a complete coffee-addict, with no plans for rehab or any sort. So give me a good book, a pot of coffee and call me a happy girl!

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Release Day : Hemingway's Hope

Hemingway has spent her life trying to earn love she was never going to get. Not capable of earning thelove of her mom, she found what she thought was a lifelong love, until it wasn't. When she meets Max, the new drummer in her brothers' band, she just might find that love she has been searching her whole life for.

No stranger to pain and heartache. Max has learned from his past, that when you find someone worthy of your love, you give it all. Losing his mom at a young age showed him how fragile life is. He lives life with as few regrets as possible, and when he wants something he fights with all he has to get it.

Hemingway doesn't stand a chance against the force that is Max's love and devotion, not that she would want to.

Will Hemingway be able to move on from her past and open her heart up to love? Will Max be the one to show her the way? Or will they give up and move on when Hemingway is forced to confront her past head on?

Title : Hemingway's Hope
Release Date : 7 March 2016
Genre : Romance 
Author : J.C. Thompson
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EXCERPT & TEASER

Streaks of sunshine coming through the partially-closed blinds wakes me. It must be a bit early; my
alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Stretching, I realize I haven’t slept that well in years. In fact, I can’t even
remember the last time I slept that well as all.

Climbing out of bed, I make quick use of the bathroom, washing my face and finding a spare toothbrush. Walking down the hall, I smell bacon and coffee.

“Morning, Max.” I practically sing as I grab for a coffee mug and fill it with liquid heaven.

“Morning, Hemi. Sleep well?” He hands me a plate piled with bacon, eggs, and waffles.

“I did. Think I can bet you out of your bed again tonight?” I ask, before taking a bite of the waffles.
Letting out a soft moan, I chew the waffle slowly. “Oh God, can I just marry you now so you can make me breakfast every day?” When he doesn’t answer, I look up to see him staring at me with that same look of desire he had yesterday.

“Baby, you can marry me right now, but I get to sleep in that bed with you tonight.” I hadn’t realized he was moving closer until I feel the last word whispered across my lips. The sound of a throat clearing behind me has us jumping apart. I turn to see Jayden staring at us with a weird look. It’s almost a combination of discomfort, anger, and confusion.

“You better not let her brothers catch you that close to her, the last guy that got that close got beat
pretty bad.”

About The Author

Author JC Thompson was born in raised in the Pacific Northwest. Where she currently lives with her high school sweetheart, two little girls, and five furry kids (3 cats and 2 dogs). JC loves to read romance, the smuttier the better. She is a self-proclaimed book addict that likes to get last in a false reality anytime possible.

Hemingway’s Hope is JC’s debut novel, and it won’t be the last.

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