Blog Tour : Strong Hate

LUNDYN

I tried to do everything in my power to distance myself from Maverick Strong; Even putting some miles between us by moving across country. Yet, here I find myself back where I started from - in my

hometown and too close to Maverick. This time there will be no running away. This time I am finally

putting an end to this vendetta.

MAVERICK

Trying to forget her was like trying to avoid a head-on collision with a semi truck - it just wasn’t

happenin’. My little sister’s best friend and my enemy since sophomore year. Our hate is mutual and a must - it’s also fun. When Lundyn moves back home after leaving town the day after … Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Either way, the hate is still strong and if hating isn’t right, I don’t want to be wrong.

Title : Strong Hate
Release Date : 20 October 2016
Genre : Romance, Contemporary, New Adult
Author : R.D. Berg & Ashley Christin
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

Needing a break from the vocabulary volcano erupting from Eric’s mouth, I excuse myself and go to the restroom.

Once there, I spend one minute lightly banging my head against the stall door and then exit to spend
another two staring at myself absentmindedly in the dirty mirror as I blow my cheeks out like a blowfish.

I dare not text Harlow about how bad this date is going because she would just tell me I am a Ridiculous Rhonda or some shit. Before I exit, I grab a paper towel and use it to open the door. I thrust my foot out when it swings open to hold it there while I discard the paper towel. The boisterous restaurant grows louder as I emerge down the dimly lit narrow hallway until I am halted by a wall of steel. A wall of steel that smells of vanilla with just a hint of pine.

“Well, if you wanted a hug Lundy, all you had to do was ask,” Maverick says as he smiles down at me with his perfect teeth, and equally perfect twinkling set of hazel eyes. He blows out a small breath, and I catch a whiff of the beer he’s been drinking.

“Ugggh Maverick, don’t you have someone to arrest or something?” My eyes shift attempting not to get sucked into his orbit. It’s like he’s a male Medusa, if I look I might turn to stone.

“My day off, and why would I want to leave the show you’re putting on for us?” His brows bounce twice.

My eyes roll to the ceiling as I cross my arms over my chest. “What show Maverick?” I breathe out
unamused by his banter.

He jerks his head back and to the left. “That disastrous date you’re on with that pussy sitting out there.” Apparently, this statement tickles his small mind, and he chuckles to himself. He has a point, but I would never agree with him.

“He’s not a pussy, Maverick. You might actually learn some manners from him.”

“HA! Lundy, now I’m no gynecologist, but I know a pussy when I see one.” His nose wrinkles causing his mouth resembles a bunny as he begins to sniff the air.

“What are you doing?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“Yep, I smell his pussy-ness from here.” A shit eating grin gradually appears on his face.

I tuck my lips tuck between my teeth as my head shakes with disappointment at Maverick. Seriously,
this dude isn’t right in the head, and I if I stay around his crazy much longer I might become equally
insane. “I’m done with this conversation.” I take one step to the right, and Maverick moves to block me.

“What the fuck, Maverick? Move.” I step to the left, and he blocks me again. This time stretching his
hands out to grab the door frame, displaying his solid mass of human perfection. The t-shirt he is
wearing hugs every tensed, perfectly sculpted muscle for dear life.

He waggles his brows and his mouth pulled into an amused smile. “Nope, as an officer of the law I
cannot allow you to subject yourself to any more of that guy’s pussy-ness today.”

“You’re incorrigible you know that?”

He shrugs, his face falling unreadable as he contemplates his answer. “I’ve been called worse.”

An unspoken dual initiates in this dimly lit hallway as our gazes challenge each other. Each of us carefully calculating our next move. I get on my tip toes to where my nose is leveled with his jaw line and lean in toward his ear. I hear the slow inhale as he takes in the scent of my coconut shampoo.

“Careful Maverick, we vampires like to bite in the dark.” I open my mouth to make a chomping noise
with my teeth to drive my threat home. I guess I misjudged the close proximity of my mouth to his ear, because when I bite down, I have a mouth full of Maverick’s earlobe between my teeth. The salty taste of his blood oozes through my teeth and then invades my mouth. My eyes go wide as Maverick’s scream fills the empty hallway, luckily they are muffled by the rowdy patrons.

He pulls back, eyes full of shock, his hand cupping his left ear which is dripping blood. “Holy shit, you Mike Tyson’d me!”

My hands cover my face as I stare on in horror. Not at Maverick having a hissy fit, but of Eric as I catch him watching on with a look of disgust tinged with a hint of horror before he turns and quickly exits the restaurant.

About The Author

RD Berg lives in the great state of Texas with her three boys who drive her to the brink of insanity most days. She loves to read, write and watch her two favorite shows, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. When she isn’t enthralled with a novel or a gory show, you can find her in the stands loudly cheering on her boys at their basketball and football games. She has three strong beliefs in life; Vanilla cake and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream should be a major food group, Halloween should be celebrated every month, and Harry Potter’s birthday should be a national holiday.

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I'm Texas proud with the accent to prove it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer. I seem to get my days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas seem to come around midnight, so I'm a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my life, I'm just tryin' to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and fun adventures!

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Cover Reveal : Sifted

Sifted is book #2 in the A Recipe for Love series, and is the conclusion of Emily and Declan's story. It is told from Declan's point of view

I asked her to have hope, faith, and trust in us, and then I did the unthinkable: I left.

Now, it's time for me to return and to sift through the pieces that I left behind. I guess my nickname of the Irish Car Bomb is fitting because I went off and left bits of shrapnel behind. I just hope it's not too late to clean up the mess I made.

We only regret the chances we don't take, and honestly, my leaving had nothing to do with Emily—my lovely Lemon Drop.

When I left, I thought I no longer knew who I was. What I know now is that I'm nothing without her by my side. She is the biggest piece of me.

She loved me when I was unlovable. No, she never said the words out loud, either, but her love for me is something I've never doubted. I felt it, I know I did. I promised to be worthy of that love when I returned to her. I'm still not sure that I am, but I need it, and if she'll have me, I'll have her until death do us part.

I meant every word when I told her that my heart would always bring me back to her. She is my home. She is my everything. My yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.

Title : Sifted (A Recipe For Love #2)

Release Date : 27 September 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Lane Martin

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I never thought that I would write a novel, although my English teacher my freshman year in college told me that he would hunt me down if I wasn’t published by the time I was thirty. Thirty came and went. I was busy being a wife and working mother of two and nobody came looking for me.

I doubt my sister thought she was about to change my life forever when she got me a book of “Mommy porn” for my birthday in 2012, but that’s exactly what she did. After reading the first book in the trilogy,

I rushed out and got the other two books. I became obsessed and read the series several times before

learning about Fanficiton. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get enough. The idea

fascinated me and I thought, “I can do that.” I was a nervous wreck when I posted my first story, a one shot about my new favorite couple. One story lead to another and then another. My readers

encouraged me to write something original, so that‘s what I did. Thank you to everyone who

encouraged me. I couldn’t have done it without you.

I love reading, writing, traveling, and spending time with my family. 

Thank you for going on this journey with me.

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Blog Tour : Challenged By You

Paige Abram never faces a problem she can’t solve until her high school sweetheart comes back into her life, and she’s bombarded with memories of their relationship. His presence is almost suffocating, but he’s still just as beautiful as she remembers.

His heart beat differently after its first love.

The moment Drake Wilkins sees her again, the numbness he’s felt since he walked away disappears. But she’s not the same girl he fell in love with back then. She’s colder, not as easy going; she’s a complete stranger now.

Her heart nearly quit after its first loss.

When a funeral has them returning to their hometown, a secret she’s kept from him all these years is

revealed. She expects him to push her away but he doesn’t; he tests her just like when they were kids.

Their hearts resuscitate, but in the city, their love will face its biggest challenge of all: survival.

Title : Challenged By You (Love in the City #5)
Release Date : 1 September 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Steph Nuss
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EXCERPT & TEASER

The next day after work, I walked into Jones Jym in complete awe of the place. It was an athlete’s dream workout facility—even better than the one I frequented during college ball. It had multiple floors of equipment and machines, and several trainers on staff. The place buzzed with people who were eager to sweat away their workday. Since moving to the city, I’d yet to find a gym to join, and a guy at work named Owen had given me the name of the gym he and several of his athletic clients used.

I signed up and paid the membership fee. The lady at the front desk gave me a keycard and all the
necessary information that came with becoming a member, and then she had a young guy give me a
tour of the place. It wasn’t until we got to the floor with the pool that I recognized the body swimming toward the other end.

Paige was doing laps in a one-piece black swimsuit. Seeing her in the water reminded me of the times
we spent swimming and the bikinis she used to wear, especially the ones I enjoyed taking off of her.

“Dude,” the kid said, shaking his head. “Don’t even bother. That lady is like the ice queen around here. She specifically requests the pool to herself, and the only reason she gets it is because she’s friends with the boss.”

“I see,” I commented, never taking my eyes off her. Ice queen, huh? That was a new nickname for her I hadn’t heard around work yet. “If you don’t mind, I think I can take it from here. I appreciate you
showing me around.”

“Just doing my job.” He shrugged and picked up a few towels that had been tossed to the side before
heading toward the door. “Have a good day.”

“You too.”

I was alone with her. It was like one of my teenage wet dreams come to life all over again: Paige all wet in a swimsuit. Except this time, she was in a one-piece that covered way too much of her, but I really didn’t mind. The suit molded to her, showing off her excellently toned body and how much she still cared for it.

As she swam toward the end of the pool nearest me, I walked to the edge and squatted down to watch
her. She pushed harder and harder through the water, kicking her legs and pumping her arms fast
toward me. When she got closer, instead of somersaulting against the wall and pushing back to the
other end, she reached for the edge and accidentally grabbed my shoe.

“What the hell?” she sputtered as she removed her goggles and moved into a standing position. She
brushed her hair out of her face and peered back at me with a pissed off gleam in her eye. “What are you doing in here, Drake? I requested time in the pool to myself.”

“I know,” I said, smiling. “But I was getting the Jones Jym tour since I’m a new member and when I saw you swimming, I thought I’d say hi.”

She rolled her eyes and ticked a brow up at me. “You joined my gym?”

“I didn’t realize it was your gym. I thought it was open to everybody.”

She sighed. “You know what I mean. How did you know I worked out here?”

“Well, if you must know, I asked Owen his opinion on the gyms around the city, and he suggested this one. Your name was never even brought up.”

“Goddammit, Owen,” she muttered under her breath loud enough for me to hear.

Amused, I stepped back as she lifted herself out of the pool. I admired the body that I missed in an
unhealthy manner, feeling suffocated in my three-piece suit as my eyes roamed. She grabbed a towel
and started to dry off, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Her suit dipped low in the front, exposing the contours of her breasts, and it was cut high on the thighs to show off her legs and the
cheeks of her taut ass peeking out the backside. It wasn’t like the one-piece suits with the ugly floral
prints. No, this black beauty was one I imagined myself stripping off of her in a slow, seductive manner until I had her begging me to get her out of it.

“Don’t,” she stated harshly, knocking me back to the present.

“What?” I asked, confused as I refocused my attention to her face, where her eyes were narrowed on me, brows furrowed in annoyance.

She used to love it when I watched her like this.

She wrapped one towel around herself and knotted it, and then proceeded to wring her hair out with
another towel. “You don’t get to look at me like that anymore.”

I cocked my head to the side and shot her a mischievous smile. “Do you realize what you’re wearing?
How am I supposed to not look at you in a swimsuit? Do you remember all the good times we had with you in—and out—of a bikini? Because I do.”

“I can tell.” She nodded toward the slight bulge in my pants and tossed the towel in the used barrel.
Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals, she threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way over to
me. She tugged on my loosened tie and pulled me forward with a playful smile lingering on her lips as she ran her fingers over the silky material. “I remember that one night we decided to go skinny dipping,” she stated, her voice taking on a sensual tone that hypnotized me. “You helped me out of my suit, taking your sweet time untying the strings and sliding my bottoms down my legs, and then you took off your shorts.” She laughed softly and then shoved me away from her. “But the water was so cold that your genitals shriveled up to unnoticeable proportions.”

“Hey, it was really fucking cold!” I exclaimed defensively.

Reaching for the door, her laugh turned devious. “Don’t ever interrupt my swim session again, Wilkins.”

“Don’t act like that’s the only swimming memory you have, Abram!” I called back.

Like hell I was going to let her have the last word. One glance at my groin, and I knew the skinny dipping story still had the same damn effect that it had back when we were kids.

Fuck. Getting her back was going to be more of a challenge than I thought, but I’d endure every
embarrassing story she recalled about me if it meant hearing her laugh like that again.

About the Author

Steph Nuss was born and raised in rural Kansas, where she currently resides with her black Labrador son named Gunner. She grew up with a passion for reading and writing. When she’s not immersed into the land of fiction, she enjoys listening to music that came before her time, watching movies and reruns of her favorite shows, and hanging out with her family and friends. She also has a bachelor’s degree in psychology that she’ll never use…unless she’s profiling her characters of course.

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Blog Tour : Joint Venture

Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-
security prison.

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

Title : Joint Venture ( Venture #4)
Release Date : 29 August 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Kristen Luciani
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EXCERPT & TEASER

Lisa inched closer, swathed in an oversized fleece hoodie. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, though they held the question hanging between them, one he had yet to answer for himself: why the hell am I here right now?

Somehow, “you’re hot and I’m horny” didn’t cut it. It might have been his canned internal response, but not for her. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a sex addict. Women were a means to an end… that end temporarily releasing him from the emotional burdens he carried day after day. Sex helped mask the wounds, but it never really healed him. How ironic he’d been sliced open protecting the one who made him want to feel something again. Talk about poetic justice.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Pain shot up his forearm and his head throbbed. Christ, he needed those drugs to kick in fast. Everything hurt, but dammit,he wasn’t about to whine like some pansy ass.

“I’m fine. Much better than you, from the looks of it.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you could say I’ve done my civic duty.”

She smiled, exposing a row of perfectly straight, bright white teeth. They practically glowed. Or maybe that was the oxycontin finally taking effect. “I feel so privileged.”

A wave of nausea crashed over him. No, no, no… fuck, no. He squeezed his eyes shut until the feeling dissipated. An icy coldness snaked through his extremities, right down to his fingers. No longer were they itching to run through the waves cascading over her shoulders. Flexing them was futile. What the hell? The overhead light danced atop her golden hair. He squinted. It almost looked like a halo. And were those doves floating around her head? Somewhere in his increasingly foggy mind, he registered some kind of faint whistling. Was it the doves? Or was he just fucking insane? Numbness slowly crept over the stitched area and his mind grew cloudier. Christ, how much did Evan give him? No way was this a normal dose.

A warm hand grazed his arm. “Do you want me to call the doctor? You look a little, um, off.” Her brow furrowed. “How about some water?”

Four eyes stared back. Did she have a twin? Where had she come from? Mmm, that kind of threesome was right up his alley. “You two are so beautiful, you know that?”

“Who two?” She gnawed at her fingernail. “Maybe I should get someone. I don’t think—”

“No, don’t leave. Please. I feel great. I just want to keep looking at you guys, okay?” Voices echoed around him. How many more sisters did she have? And how did they all get into his room? So much for hospital security.

“Um, sure. You know we’re alone, right? Just you and me?”

“Yes, and your sisters. Stop biting your nails and hold my hand. The one that’s not sliced up.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“I took a knife for you. So yeah, I think I earned the right.” He let out a deep sigh as their fingers entwined. Soft and warm. His eyelids were so heavy; forcing them to stay open was a near-impossible feat. “You like tattoos, huh?”

“Tattoos?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a smirk lifting her lips. “I’m not so sure we’re still on the same wavelength. What kind of painkillers did they give you?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“I’m kind of surprised your mouth still works.”

“Happy to say it’s not the only thing.”

“And here I was, thinking you weren’t as big a womanizer as the tabloids claim.”

“They don’t know me.”

“Does anybody?”

“No.” He could barely even hear his own voice. It sounded so far away, like he was speaking from deep within a cave. A snicker escaped his mouth. Where did all thecotton come from? “I feel drunk and massively hung over right now.”

She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume wafting into the air. Recalling his own name was a struggle, but even with his weakened senses, he was acutely aware of her nearness. The sensation of slender fingers smoothing back his hair lulled him to sleep. Her touch was so gentle, like a soft breeze fluttering over his skin. His mind begged him to stay focused but the eyelids drooped in utter betrayal. Even her hands smelled amazing, like flowers and… jelly beans. Warm lips grazed his forehead. He squeezed her hand with the last of his rapidly depleting energy store, struggling to open his eyes one final time. A sea of smiling faces gazed back.
“Promise you’ll visit tomorrow, okay? Bring all your sisters, too.”

About The Author

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and

romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging

necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy

drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a

world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.

No pun intended…

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Cover Reveal : Joint Venture

Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-
security prison.

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

Title : Joint Venture (Venture #4)

Release Date : 29 August 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Kristen Luciani

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About The Author

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and

romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging

necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy

drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a

world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.

No pun intended…

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Cover Reveal : Why Lie?

Why Lie?

People here think they know me.
They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos.
I am so much more.

I thought you saw that.

So, I let you in.
You made it easy to fall for you.
Turns out I was the only one falling.
I hope you're happy.
No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.

Title : Why Lie? (Love Riddles #2)

Release Date : 12 September 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Carey Heywood

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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 : The Gun Runner

The first book in a seductive new series from Scott Hildreth, the #1 Amazon bestselling author of BRAWLER and HARD CORPS. 

Tripp

Once, I took down terrorists on the front lines as a marine.

Now I'm in the business of bad.

I've sold guns to people others might not approve of.

I've eliminated the criminals, the lowlifes and the thugs who've tread on my turf.

And I looked the Sicilian Mafia boss in the eye and told him to f*** off.

No one tells me no, unless it's their last word.

I didn't just act the part of bad—I lived it. Then she stumbled into my life.

I tried to stay away from her. Tried focusing on moving my merchandise. But one smile from Terra was like a shot to the heart.

She's mine now. And no one threatens what's mine.

Terra 

I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.

I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.

Until I met him.

I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.

I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my need for him, overrode my logic.

Now I love him.

If he finds out who I am, we're done and I'll be nothing.

I never wanted to be the Mafia princess they tried to make me, but mia familia had other plans. And what mia familia wants…it gets.

Only Michael Tripp can save me.

Tripp and Terra's story continues in Book Two of Mafia Made,The Game Changer.

Title : The Gun Runner (Mafia Made #1)
Release Date : 8 August 2016
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Mafia
Author : Scott Hildreth
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About The Author

Born In San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in

Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and six children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day

to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen

romance and erotica novels, his three book series through Harlequin is due to start

release with the first book in summer 2016.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception.

Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can

generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not

writing.

Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time

career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He

encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.

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Blog Tour : Chasing Destiny

Everything happens for a reason.

Kristin…

College, a breakup, and a friendship.

Doesn’t sound bad at all until you put all three of those together and you come out with the most life

changing news of my life.

If what started off as an innocent, fun night caused me to lose the one person I wanted more than

anything, I didn't know how I would ever get past it.

Carson…

I’d had my heart torn out and stomped on once before, and I vowed to never let it happen again.

But…

Enter Kristin. Fun, beautiful, full of life Kristin. I never expected a friendship with her, and I definitely didn’t expect her to completely change my life.

If I couldn't get past her mistake and learn to live with its outcome, then I would lose everything, and I didn't know if I could live with that.

Title : Chasing Destiny (Chasing #3)
Release Date : 11 July 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : J.D. Rivera
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J.D. Rivera lives in Oklahoma with her husband and two boys. Her life consists of school projects,

homework, cartoon shows, and little league sports. She loves Diet Mountain Dew, the OKC Thunder,

costume jewelry, the beach, and reading.

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Blog Tour : Surviving You

"Thou shalt take the boy out of Manchester, but you cannot take Manchester out of the boy."

Lee –

I’m a killer, a hardened criminal born into the underbelly of an unlawful world that my father crafted,
and I am to be crowned the next King. I used to covet the dark; it has forever been my friend and
forgives me my sins. A slither of light has dared me to hope, it has my house of cards tumbling all around me. From the moment I saw her I knew she would be my downfall, for how can something that shines so bright not burn? Yet, she is my salvation and I gladly walk the path that I have chosen….

Rose –

I cringe at my own shadow; dark corners of my mind forever torment me. I have yet to escape from my demons; they beseech me with every turn of my head. Yet lurking is a promise, a promise of things to come. It has my heart in a vice; squeezing the last dregs of a love I never thought I could feel again. From the moment I saw him I knew he would be my downfall, for how can something that smoulders so dark not singe? Yet, he is my redemption and I gladly walk the path that I have chosen….

“Thou shalt always protect the family.”

******

Loyalty doesn’t come much richer than family so when Lee Young decides to hang up his gun and head north he sets in motion a chain of events that cause murder and mayhem with every step closer he takes to walking.

When two worlds collide, it forces Rose to meet her demons head on and has Lee frantically trying to keep both Rose and her daughter safe. The road they travel together will be their greatest challenge and their most dangerous yet.

With so much to lose but everything to gain, Lee and Rose become embroiled in a game of cat and
mouse as they try to confront the threats surrounding them. Running to keep one step ahead of
everyone else, can these lovers climb out of the dark that they find themselves in and bathe in the light their love promises before the fire burns to embers and their world is snuffed to smoke?

Can be read as a standalone

Title : Surviving You (Shameless #2)
Release Date : 5 December 2015
Genre : Dark, Contemporary, Romance
Author : Dawn A Keane
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About The Author

I was brought up in Manchester and I am now living in the beautiful Scottish borders with my three

children.

I have enjoyed writing my story as I had a pretty hard upbringing and have suffered like everyone does over the years in different situations, but everyone has a story to tell.

I just hope my story can help someone out there who is, or has been through the same sorts of

situations as myself.

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Blog Tour : Every Pane of Glass

Several miles south of Devil’s Lake, Michigan, lies a town whose charm is trumped by its name. Devil Town may be beautiful and unique, but it offers no remorse for locals who have left the city limits. Val Stevens is a local born and raised, and after an eight year hiatus, she’s come back to town to stir up some old flames. Cracked like glass from life’s quirky twists of fate, Val keeps to herself and wards offthe local “Devilers”, like a bad disease. But even someone as fiery as Val, can’t deny the appeal of a friendship with an intriguing stranger, or the ghosts of her past.

With the help of Anderson Pane, Devil Town’s newest resident, Val unearths pieces of herself she has

lost along the way, while chipping away at the edges of those who caused her to shatter. She quickly

learns that in order to face her future, she needs to forget everything she thought she knew about her

past. A task which proves to be equal parts shocking and healing.

Can Val walk among the shards of who she was in order to find out she is? In a place where secrets run deeper than the depth of Devil’s Lake itself, the answer bubbles to the surface, in a twisted turn of

events, history, love, and even death.

Title : Every Pane of Glass
Release Date : 1 June 2016
Genre : Romance, Contemporary
Author : H.B. Stumbo
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Have you ever had the feeling that your life is slowly falling apart? I was having that feeling as I left Devil Town, but it wasn’t slowly happening. It was rapid like gunfire.

Pop, pop, pop.

I heard it then, and I felt it, too. The cracking. It was spreading. It was running up and down my arms and legs, creating deep crevices in its wake. I let the pieces of myself fall off and scatter onto the floor. When I left Jay’s house the night before, I left pieces of myself there, too. I was crumbling like a cement statue that sat out in the rain and sun for too many years.  

I drove down Main Street and watched shards of myself scatter. The breaking started when I was

twelve, it was finally settling in now, though. Jordan wasn’t the sole reason I was shattering, but he was the pebble that caused the final crack in me. The one with the powerful thrust that hit me with the force of a wrecking ball. The final blow.

Piece by piece, I crumbled and fell to the floor of my car. There was hardly anything left of me. I was all blood and guts, and my shell was gone. My safeguard was down. I was vulnerable. Crumbling stone and broken bits of who I was were left in the dust as I drove out of Devil Town. Except, I wasn’t as strong as cement or stone. I was fragile and thin. I was glass, and I was shattering, piece by piece. I became those tiny little fragments that cut you unknowingly. Those pieces that become lodged in your feet or fingers.

Painful little pieces that you can hardly see at all. That’s what was left of me.

I left myself in pieces in Devil Town, and I never looked back.

About The Author

Hayley, (HB Stumbo) resides on a dairy farm in Ohio, with her husband and four children. She's easily excitable and slightly loud, but she's a Leo so that's just how it is. She loves words, good stories, and often gets sucked into books with ease. When she isn't writing stories, she enjoys cooking, seeing the world, drinking Vodka and Tonics, and live indie-folk music. She wants you to know that Tom Petty is the greatest American musician of all time, and she was likely born in the wrong era. Hayley is the author of two other novels, and has a half dozen more ideas in her head. She loves meeting new people and connecting with strangers, so feel free to look her up!

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Blog Tour : Sweet Sunshine

She’s a romantic at heart.

Chloe Delaney had three very specific wishes, growing up. She wished to stay settled

in the small mountain town of Pembrooke, where she grew up, to one day be her

own boss, and to fall in love with a man who would be willing to go to the ends of

the earth for her. With her roots firmly planted in Pembrooke’s soil and her bakery,

Sinful Sweets, thriving, two of her wishes have already come true. When a

handsome single father moves to town, she’s certain she’s found the man to fill the

role of wish number three. 

The only problem is, you can’t force a frog to turn into a prince. 

He isn’t the Prince Charming type.

When Derrick Anderson moved from Jackson Hole to the small town of Pembrooke,

he did it determined to wipe the slate clean. After eight years spent trapped in a

miserable marriage, he’s made a vow to never take the plunge again. He wants to be

untethered, not tangled up in the strings that come with a committed relationship.

He has his daughter, his career, and an ex-wife hell bent on making his life

unbearable. His plate is already full.

The only problem is, he didn’t have a plan in place to protect his heart from her.

Neither of them were prepared for the course their lives would take. But once a

rollercoaster begins to move, you can’t just climb off, now can you? 

The only thing they can do is strap in, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.

Title : Sweet Sunshine (Pembrooke #1)
Release Date : 29 May 2016
Genre : Romance, Contemporary
Author : Jessica Prince
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I was dreaming. I had to be. There was no other logical explanation for what was happening to me.

And it was the Best. Dream. Ever.

Something pulled me from the deepest recesses of sleep, and as I blinked my eyes open to the sight of the darkened room, my sleep-addled brain was still too drowsy to figure out what had woken me. As I stared out of the French doors, nothing but black blanketing the forest ahead, my whole body tensed at the realization that the tingles I’d been feeling thanks to the erotic dream I had of Derrick weren’t abating.

Then I realized why.

“Derrick?” I asked on a gasp as his large hand spanned against my belly, pushing me further back into him.

“Shh,” he whispered in my ear, just before pulling the lobe between his teeth and biting down.

“What are you d-doing?” My voice broke as a shudder worked its way up my throat.

“What I’ve been dying to do for what feels like forever,” was his bewildering answer.
I didn’t understand what was happening. We were supposed to be friends. Just friends. Yet, for the past few days he’d been acting like he wanted more from me. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on.

When the hell had he started wanting me? Until a few days ago I had no idea he’d even noticed I was a woman.

“I don’t…” I breathed as his tongue left a trail across my tingling flesh. “I don’t think—”

“Don’t think,” he rumbled. “Just feel, baby. Christ, you undo me.” He bit down on the tendon that ran from my neck down to my shoulder.

I moaned as the sting of pain sparked into something that made my blood run hot and my stomach clench. As he rained open-mouth kisses from ear to shoulder and back again, my hips involuntarily rocked back, pressing against the hardness of his erection. He groaned against my skin and I shivered as he continued his toe-curling assault. I’d never had a man pay such attention to that particular spot on my body, and it was driving me mad. It was as though every single nerve ending in my body was located right there. What he was doing to me made it impossible to control the needy sounds that fell from my lips. I was so turned on that rationality had flown out the window. There wasn’t tomorrow or the repercussions it could hold, there was only here… only now.

His voice was gravelly as he said, “So fucking sweet,” against my shoulder before biting down again.

“Mmm, Derrick.” I rolled my hips, pressing harder against his cock, desperate for something, some friction to help ease the pressure building between my thighs.

With a low, rumbling growl, one hand twisted into my hair, pulling my head back so hard my scalp stung, while the other snaked from my stomach to my breast and squeezed. I loved it. All of it. I went mindless with pleasure, nothing mattered but what Derrick was doing and how it made me feel. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe the craving was so intoxicating.

“Oh God.” I rocked and rocked and rocked my hips back as he let go of my breast just long enough to reach under my t-shirt and palm it without any barrier.

“Love how you light up for me,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward. “Are you wet, sunshine?”

“Derrick,” I whimpered as his hold on my hair enabled him to twist my head any which way he wanted so he could continue to feast on my skin. “I need…”

“What, baby?” Another bite from him, another groan from me. God, it was like he was ravenous for me. “What do you need?”

“More,” was all I was able to get out.

In a blink, I was on my back, my top whipped over my head as Derrick loomed above me, his hips forcing my thighs apart as he settled himself between them. His mouth claimed mine in a brutal, dominating kiss.

“Mmm, Chloe.” His moan vibrated through his chest and into mine as he trailed kisses along my jaw. “What are you doing to me?”

“I-I don’t know,” I panted, fisting his hair as my back arched beneath him, pressing my breasts into his firm, solid chest.

He slid against me, his rigid length pushing against where I needed it the most. At the pressure of his cock grinding against my core, my head fell back against the pillow, a low, guttural sound coming from deep within my throat.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he murmured as his lips moved lower and lower. “I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.”

His tongue flicked my straining nipple, shooting pulsing waves of pleasure to my center, making me even wetter, more desperate. With each lash of his tongue, my body writhed against his, searching for something to send me over the edge, into the abyss.

“Oh, God. Don’t stop doing that.” I let out a cry when his mouth pulled away.

He moved back up my body, his lips close to my ear when he whispered, “Tell me you want me inside you.” My mouth opened to follow his command only to get stuck in my throat. He let out a pained moan as his hips undulated against me. “Say it.”

About The Author

Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining

about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an

adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being

able to breathe when she stepped outside. That's why God created central air, after

all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy-- she refuses to accept that he inherited

her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says. 

In addition to being a wife and mom, she's also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid

lover of all types of books-- romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes

to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it's a passion...there's a

difference. Not that she'd expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of

drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book.

Because an artist she is not.

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Blog Tour : Seven

DEVASTATION

Moving back home wasn't anything I ever wanted. 

But after enduring the worst,

Going home was the only answer.

Being back is everything I thought it would be...

Awful, isolating, a constant reminder of what I lost. 

And the last thing I need-- or want-- is more reminders of my past,

Especially Bryant Wood. 

GUILT

That's all I feel-- all I can see when I look at Savannah Turner.

I want to hold her, feel her, love her,

And thank her for what's she given me.

But I can't show her the gratitude.

The relief.

The gift she's given me.

I won't.

It'll ruin everything.

A secret I must keep-- a secret that could break her. 

Shatter her.

Destroy her.

All over again.

Title : Seven
Release Date : 22 May 2016
Genre : Romance, Contemporary, New Adult
Author : Susan Renee
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

January 1, 2013

“You are my sunshine…”

Breathe Peyton.

“My only sunshine…”

Fight for mommy.

“You make me happy…”

Breathe baby girl.

“When skies are gray…”

You can do it Peyton.

“You’ll never know dear…”

Please. Please Peyton breathe on your own.

“How much I love you.”

Don’t you die on me baby girl.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Beep. Swoosh…..Beep. Swoosh…..Beep. Swoosh.

I sit here next to her hospital bed holding her little seventeen-month old lifeless fingers, so delicate, so small. I think about her first birthday and how adorable she was with cake all over her face, her tummy and in her hair. Peyton is the happiest little girl and so full of life.

Correction.

She was so full of life.

About The Author

Susan Renee wants to live in a world where paint doesn’t smell, Hogwarts is open twenty-four/seven,

and everything is covered in glitter. An indie romance author, Susan has written about everything from lawn mowers to thick colossal bottles of wine, and has won a Snuggle Buddy award for her nonfiction book, “The Hula Hoop Tester’s Guide to Jumping.” She lives in Ohio with her family and seven tiny donkeys. She’s a Pet Whispering major from OMGU with a Masters in medical care for inanimate objects (a la Doc McStuffins). Susan enjoys crab-walking through the Swiss Alps, drinking Muscle Milk, and doing the Care Bear stare with her closest friends.

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