Monday, November 20, 2017

        Juliana O’Neil’s promising future was burned away in the heat of battle. She had been an officer with a bright future in the military, but now she is struggling to survive. Her husband gone and her career in shambles, she finds a job at Top as a hostess and tries to put together the pieces of her life. The last thing she needs is any kind of male attention, but she can’t help but be amused at her neighbor and coworker’s lothario antics. Not that she would have anything to do with him, at least not for more than one night. Javier Leones doesn’t understand monogamy. No woman could ever be enough for his endless libido, but he has to admit Juliana has his attention. For reasons he doesn’t fully understand, he can’t seem to get the gorgeous redhead with the sad eyes out of his head. After one scorching night together, he realizes he’ll never be able to get her out of his system. But with his reputation, he fears she’ll never see him as more than a one-night stand. When their passions collide, these new lovers will be forced to confront Juliana’s past and come to terms with Javier’s present. Will they find their way or will this reservation be canceled at the last minute?  

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    All alone with the storm. Maybe she should call Kai. And ask him to get out in the middle of this? That seemed pretty selfish especially since she knew exactly how poorly driving in storms could go. A hard flash of white light made her jump back. Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to stay in the here and now, and that meant finding a flashlight and trying to get some candles lit. Someone was out there working on getting the power back on, and then she would ride out the storm watching rom coms and falling asleep on the couch. It was going to be okay. Deep breath. It was going to be okay. A few moments later she’d found her one flashlight and had a nice set of candles out, and she was faced with the problem of lighting the suckers. Oh, she had a big box of matches, but she’d never struck a match without her left hand. A lighter would be easier. She could figure out a lighter maybe. Jules tried holding the box against the table with her stump while she struck the match with her right hand. She fumbled, the action so unnatural it made her slip up and break the match. And the second one. And the third one. Tears pierced her eyes, but she wasn’t going to shed them. She was going to figure this out or she would make due with the flashlight. It was all about adapting. That was what she had to do. Adapt. She wasn’t going to let this beat her. Normally she was tough. It had happened and she dealt with it, but between the storm and the conversation with Suzanne the day before about her mother and the sweetness of flirting with a handsome man she couldn’t have, she was feeling awfully vulnerable. She wasn’t going to sit here in the dark and cry. A knock on the door made her gasp and jump. Fuck. She wasn’t like this. She hated this…this anxiety she got when it rained. It was weakness and she couldn’t abide it. If you walk away from this you’ll ruin your life, Juliana. Don’t think I’ll watch you do it. You go through with this and you do it on your own. Am I understood? Sometimes she felt like she was still seven years old, and if she could just get her mom’s attention everything would be okay. Jules gripped the flashlight and walked across her apartment to the door. It was likely one of the neighbors coming to check on her. Actually, that was an excellent idea. She could go down and see if Mrs. Gleeson needed some company. There were some elderly residents she could check on and a single mom she’d met at the end of the hall. She could see if she could be of any assistance and that would get her through the night. She opened the door expecting to see anyone but the man she saw standing there. Javier Leones. He had a flashlight in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He was wearing jeans and a button down that he’d left undone enough she could see a nice swath of golden brown skin. His hair was deliciously mussed, as though he’d taken a shower and simply rubbed a towel over it to get it dry. He was big and male and so sexy it hurt to look at him, and Jules realized she could do something else to take her mind off things. Those plump, sensual lips of his broke into a bright smile. “I thought you might like some company. I know I would. I actually don’t have any candles, so I was sitting in my living room with this sad one flashlight. You look like a woman who likes some candles.” But she couldn’t light them. She hadn’t figured that part out. His face fell and he walked into her place, closing and locking the door behind him. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any candles. It’s cool. Two flashlights are better than one.” He set the flashlight and wine bottle down and moved into her space, his hands coming up to cup her shoulders. “Jules, what’s wrong?” She had to be stronger than this. She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.” His jaw tightened. “Don’t. Please don’t. I live with a stubborn asshole who won’t let me help him in any way. I get that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I thought we were friends. You help me out all the time. You’re kind to me. Fucking let me be kind to you. I spend every day trying to help someone who won’t let me. Please let me feel like I’m worth something.” If he’d said anything else, joked about the weather or told her to suck it up, she could have, but he’d opened a door. He’d been vulnerable and honest, and she found she couldn’t pay that back with stubbornness. “I have candles and I can’t figure out how to light them.” Tears rolled down her face. She was vulnerable. All the time. Even when she pretended like she wasn’t. “You can’t…” he began and then he looked down. Instead of stepping back and giving her space, he drew his hand down her arm, warming her skin where he touched her. It was dark but the moon was full and gave enough light to see the outline of his face. There was no look of horror there. He caressed her arm until he got to the place where she’d been split apart and sewn back together unwhole. He brought it up and wrapped it against his palm, his fingers closing around it until the whole thing was surrounded with his warmth. “You haven’t figured out how to do it yet. Probably hasn’t come up or you would know what to do. How long since you lost your hand?” “A year and a half,” she said. He was touching her there. No one had touched her there except her doctors and therapists. Come to think of it, no one had touched her at all since before the accident. Had it really been so long since she’d felt warm flesh against her own? He was so close, close enough that all she would have to do was go up on her toes to brush her lips against his. Would that be wrong? As long as she remembered who she was dealing with, why couldn’t she take a few moments of respite for herself? If he wanted her.          
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Sunday, November 19, 2017


Today we have the blog tour for Acting on Impulse by Thea Dawson! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Acting on Impulse

Author: Thea Dawson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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She's camera shy. He's a big star. Is love worth the limelight?   Thirteen years ago, Chris McPherson drunkenly declared his love for Joy Albright... right in front of her husband. Though her angry rejection still stings, Chris, now a successful Hollywood actor, has never forgotten his feelings for her. When he returns to Silverweed Falls to direct a summer Shakespeare play, he is thrilled--and a little nervous--to learn that Joy will be managing the play.   Joy Albright's marriage imploded in a public scandal a year ago when her husband was caught by the press with another woman. All she wants now is to avoid the limelight, but she can't refuse the request of a dying friend to help save the local theater group.   Reunited, sparks fly. Joy is desperate to avoid more gossip. Chris comes trailed by the tabloids. But neither of them can deny the temptation to act on their impulses.

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Chris stood at the door. He blinked in surprise, then swept her up and down with appreciative eyes. Self-conscious, she fought the urge to clutch the collar of her robe more tightly around her neck; she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
“Why, Joy,” Chris gave her his biggest smile. “I see you were expecting me.”
 “I thought you were the UPS guy,” she growled.
“Lucky UPS guy. I never seriously considered a career as a delivery man, but it’s starting to look pretty good.” He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “Don’t tell me all those porn movies are based in reality?”
“What porn movies? And what are you doing here?”
“Ruining some poor UPS guy’s evening, from the looks of it. And you know, those porn movies with the lonely housewife and the delivery man.” He scratched his beard. “Come to think of it, maybe it’s usually a pizza guy.”
She sighed. “Why don’t you come in before my gossipy neighbors call the tabloids. How did you know where I live?”
“Your friend Eva pointed out your house. I’m renting a place just a few streets over,” he explained as he stepped in, catching the subtlest scent of perfume as he brushed past her.
His appreciation of the sight of her had not been faked; the silky robe slid over her curves and slipped open at the neckline to reveal a touch more cleavage than was probably intentional. Still, the sight of her in her robe unnerved him in more ways than one.
“I’m not actually interrupting anything, am I?” he asked, trying to hide the fear that he was.
“Would it matter if you were?” she asked drily.
He gave her a look of surprised innocence. “Hey, if you’ve got a delivery man stashed away somewhere, just tell me and I’ll get out of your hair. But if you don’t, I actually came by to see if you wanted to go out for dinner and talk over the production.” His heart was pounding but he tried to keep his tone casual. Just two old friends getting together for dinner. No biggie.
“I don’t think so, Chris. I’m ... pretty wiped out.”
He nodded knowingly. “On account of that emotionally draining encounter with your ex-husband?”
She gave an exasperated sigh. “For crying out loud, is there no privacy in this town? How on earth did you know about that?”
“Sorry,” Chris said sincerely. “I didn’t mean to spy on you, but I got into town this afternoon and met up with Simon at that cafĂ©. We were on the patio, and I saw the two of you through the glass. You didn’t look happy, so I also came by to see how you were doing.”


 
 

 

 

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Friday, November 17, 2017




Title: Veiled
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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Blurb:  Political propaganda would have us believe vampires are our friends. Fanged teddy bears misunderstood thanks to archaic lore. Activists picket for them to be welcomed into our society.
They claim vamps don't kill.
They preach we are safe.
They ... are dead wrong.
One year ago a hive slaughtered my family and left me for dead. Found by a team of scientists with their own agenda, I was forged into an unstoppable weapon.
I possess their strength, with none of their weaknesses.
I can move among them free from their crippling hunger.
I am their greatest threat.
Armed with this arsenal, vengeance will feed my desire to penetrate the seedy underbelly of their fetishized lifestyle and expose them for the monsters they truly are.



RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. 
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“Comparing us to aberrant criminals? How do you justify making such a bold leap?”
“With centuries of murders, torture, and feedings!” he exploded, hopping in his seat as if suppressing the urge to leap onto the tabletop and douse me with holy water. “All of these vile acts have been committed under the teachings of your demonic demi-god, Vlad Draculesti. Your immortal Lord Impaler.”
One corner of my mouth tugged back in a knowing smirk. “And no one has ever killed, maimed, or committed genocide in the name of Christ?”
“It’s a sorry argument to use our history against us!”
“Yes, it is!” I vehemently agreed. “And yet that is exactly what humans subject us to. You fault us for the mistakes our kind has made in the past, mocking our deity without truly understanding his teachings. Meanwhile, you fetishize our culture and use it in your foreplay. Statistically speaking, human on human deaths outweigh vampire-on-human deaths twenty-three hundred to one. And why is that? Because humans take their passions too far, while when we pair with a human we focus on building a lasting relationship built on trust, safety, and security.”
“Humans you keep around for feeding and screwing!” my opponent hollered, spittle bubbling in the corners of his mouth. “You’re vicious killers!”
“My apologies to our viewers for that use of inappropriate language,” the prim and poised moderator stated into the camera before fixing her critical gaze on the frothing conservative. “Mayor Donaldson, I again ask you to control these outbursts or we will have no choice but to conclude our debate.”

Before his mouth could open to protest further, I leaned in and caught him with my narrowed gaze. “Show me proof. Where is the recorded documentation of these crimes you’re accusing us of? I tell you what, while you hunt to find that, I will wander into any costume shop or Halloween store and snag a set of fangs and a gothic cape that misrepresent us as night prowling fiends. The so-called facts you are basing your viewpoint on are myths formulated by your own kind to make us these legendary creatures that go bump in the night. Thank you, for granting me more power than I can fathom. That said, you should know I can’t turn into a bat, I spend as much time in front of the mirror as the next gal, and I enjoy a few extra shakes of garlic on my pasta. I’m not a monster, Mayor Donaldson. I am a vampire citizen who wants the same rights you take for granted.”






Series: The Blackwood Series
Author: Melissa Ellen
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance 
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Who needs a man? They're nothing but a distraction. 
A disappointment. 
They sweep you off your feet, 
promise you forever, and then as soon as another 
beautiful woman shows them interest, they leave you 
crying alone on the sidewalk with your dreams of a life 
together crushed.
And the sexy playboy that keeps showing up everywhere I go, 
is the definition of distraction and inevitable disappointment. 
And frankly, I can live without that heartbreak. 
I have everything I need to make me
happy - a job, school, friends, and family that I love.
Yep. Mind made up... it's just a shame my body and 
heart didn't get the memo.
I've moved on with my life - Rhett Blackwood, who?
I've started over in a new city, with a promising career 
ahead of me. I have the independence I've always 
wanted. Needed. I've even started dating again. Kinda. Sorta. 
The point is, I'm happy. Right?
Then why when he unexpectedly shows back up in my life, 
am I still affected by his presence?
Why does just the sight of him leave me breathless?
And why in the hell is my traitorous body begging for him 
to touch me again? 
I have know idea why he's here, especially now. 
But I'll be damned if I let him back into my heart.

Finally! Freedom! Freedom to live my life the way I want!
No parents. No security guard. Nobody to tell me 
what to do and when to do it. Well, almost nobody. 
My overprotective brother is still around to rain on my parade.
But I can handle him. 
After making the move from New York City to Los Angeles, 
I’m determined to succeed at making a name for myself -
without using the wealth and connections of my family.
And nothing is getting in my way... except, maybe the most
infuriating and sexiest man I’ve ever met. 
He’s everything my brother has always warned me against.
But I can’t help being drawn to him. Something about
the brooding bad boy has me keep going back for more.

He shattered my heart. Rejected me. Rejected my love. Walked away so easily, tossing the three words I told him aside as if they meant nothing. But they meant everything. At least, to me. 
Fine. I'm done. He's pushed me away and turned his back on me one too many times. I've accepted it. Accepted that it's over, despite how I feel. But then why is he acting like it's anything but over?











Melissa is the author of The Blackwood Series. She grew up as a book worm, reading anything from John Grisham to Nicholas Sparks. She has always had an active imagination and been naturally creative. She began writing when a story in her head was begging to be told. When she is not writing, you can find Melissa working on architecture projects, buried in a book with a good glass of wine, playing with her son, laughing with her husband, or tackling her latest DIY project. 






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Title: Max's Redemption
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: November 7, 2017





He has his second chance, and this time he's not letting her go.
From the New York Times and USA Today Best Seller, L. Wilder, comes a second chance romance that will hold your heart until the very last page. 
Max:
Harper Campbell was beautiful, smart, and innocent. I wanted her to be mine.
There was just one problem. She was my best friend's sister.
She was off-limits in ways I couldn't begin to explain, but I couldn't help myself.
We were just kids when we fell in love--young and carefree. Then tragedy struck, and I felt I was to blame.
I did the only thing I thought I could--I left, leaving everything I cared about behind.
Harper:
I'd loved him for as long as I could remember, and losing him almost broke me.
I tried to move on.
I tried to forget.
But I could never forget Max, the boy I loved with all my heart and soul.
I never thought I'd see him again, but with one unexpected encounter, he was back. He wasn't the same boy I'd fallen in love with all those years ago. He was that, and so much more. As much as I wanted him, I had to wonder... could my heart survive another break?
Max's Redemption is a standalone, second chance romance that will pull at your heart strings, and while it isn't an MC, it will still take you on a wild ride. So, hold ladies, here comes Max.


Readers World Book Haven- This was a beautiful story, told sometimes with such heart breaking, gut wrenching emotion, tears are inevitable and then there's tears of joy as everything falls into its rightful place. Tissues are a must.
Author Chiah Wilder- L. Wilder wrote a beautiful story about second chances, understanding, and forgiveness. She's given the reader a seamless story with well developed characters who will stay with you well after the last page.




“Do you really think we can do that?” “I think what we have is worth fighting for. We’ve both made our mistakes, and over time, we’ll make more. But we’ve got to learn from them and find a way to move on. It won’t always be easy, but together I believe we can do anything.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Besides, you’re my goose. I don’t want to live my life without you.” Max reached for me, pulling me towards him and pressed his lips against mine; then he kissed me with all the love he’d kept bottled up inside of him for the past ten years. It was soft and tender and filled with promise. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer until there was no space left between us. Being with him felt like home, and my entire body melted into his. I’d imagined this moment so many times, but I never dreamed it would feel this wonderful. The boy I’d once known was now a strong, self-assured man, and I couldn’t get enough of him. A low moan escaped through my parted lips as he kissed me deeper, and suddenly everything changed, becoming frantic and full of need. We were about to get carried away, when Max suddenly broke the kiss. Our breaths were short and strained as he rested his forehead against mine. “Are you sure about this?”








Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.



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