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31 October 2017

Release Blitz ~ The Christmas Cowboy Hero, Heart of Texas Series, by Donna Grant


Get in the spirit of Christmas with this brand new, stand-alone romance from Donna Grant!


'Tis the season for ex-Navy SEAL Clayton East to come home for the holidays-even if the mood at home is anything but festive. His father is ill. The East Ranch is in financial trouble. And now it's on Clayton, the prodigal son, to make sure his family doesn't lose everything.

Headstrong Abby Harper is like a mother to her younger brothers, who she's helped raise since she was a teenager. Keeping them in line is no small task while she's also working toward her college degree. And now that one of her brothers has been arrested for stealing cattle at the East Ranch, Abby is at her wits' end. But there is a silver lining: Clayton East. He believes in second chances, and is willing to give one to her brother this Christmas. Letting beautiful Abby-and the inescapable longing in his heart-off the hook, however, is a whole 'nother story. Could it be that the woman of this local hero's dreams has been back at home all along?

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Excerpt

As soon as Abby saw the mare, the smile that pulled at her lips displayed her joy. She oohed and ahhed over the horse.

“Her name is Diamond.”

“Diamond,” Abby repeated as she stroked the horse’s neck. “It fits you.”

The mare had fallen for Abby almost immediately, and Clayton could understand why. There was something about the woman that drew people and animals. She was quiet and unassuming. He suspected that might be because so many people overlooked her. That was their loss because there was so much about Abby that was intriguing.

“You’re staring,” she said as she cut her eyes to him.

She paused in her caress of the mare. Then she took a step back, and then another and another before she turned and walked away.

He frowned as anger spiked through him. He’d moved too fast. Abby was like a spooked mare. He should’ve trodden slowly. Earned her trust first.

When Abby reached the back of the barn, she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. It was the seductive curve of her lips that halted his thoughts. As soon as she turned the corner, he started after her.

His blood rushed through him in a frenzy before pooling in his cock. With his heart beating furiously, he found her leaning back against the barn.

Clayton stood before her. His palms ached to feel her skin, to hold her glorious curves against him. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, and as he took a step closer to her, he realized that it had been years since he’d hungered to kiss anyone as he did Abby.

Her lips parted, drawing his attention to her mouth. The longing he’d suppressed for days consumed him. He took the final step that brought their bodies close. The soft light from over the barn couldn’t reach them in the shadows.

He held her gaze and put a hand on her waist before slowly pulling her against him. Her palms landed on his upper arms. Then she lifted her face to him. That’s all it took to push him over the edge.

Clayton lowered his head, her eyes drifting shut right before their lips met. He softly plied her mouth with light kisses until her hands moved up his arms and twined around his neck. When she sighed, he slid his tongue against her lips.

As her mouth opened, and their tongues met, need coursed through him. The desire, the yearning to have her seized him, overwhelmed him as the kiss deepened. He wound one hand into her long hair while his other splayed over her back. With each lick, each sigh, each moan, the hunger grew. Without a doubt, he had to have her. Not because he was in need, but because he ached for her.

But now wasn’t the time. He wouldn’t have their first time together be against the back of the barn in the shadows so no one saw them. He wasn’t ashamed of Abby, and he wanted her to know that. He cared about her.

That in and of itself shocked him, but he accepted it. What choice did he have, really?

Clayton knew he had to end the kiss now before he was past the point of no return. Already he was circling down that drain. He forced himself to pull back. Then he saw her heavy-lidded eyes and the way her chest heaved.

He ran his thumb over her swollen lips and briefly thought of picking her up and riding somewhere where no one could find them. Luckily, there was enough sanity left in him that he was able to keep dominion over his desire.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

He was glad she didn’t know how easily she could’ve broken through his restraint by simply pulling his head down for another kiss. That’s all it would’ve taken. He wanted her so badly he shook with it.

“I’m already walking a tightrope, Abby,” he confessed. “If I keep kissing you, I won’t stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He groaned at her husky words. If he wanted to stay in control, he had to reason with her, and he knew just the thing to say.

“You don’t want your brothers finding us, do you?”

Just as he expected, it was as if she were doused with cold water. “Or your parents.”

He forced a smile even as he missed the sexy woman who had been begging for more kisses a moment before. But he’d find her again soon enough. “Exactly.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed anyone.”

“Their loss. My gain.” And damn if he didn’t feel male pride at having her in his arms.

She glanced at the ground as she smiled. Then her gaze met his as she pulled her hands down to rest on his chest. “Be careful, Clayton East, I might realize you’re a good guy.”

“I can promise you that I’m not.”

Her grin widened. “You’re wrong.”


About Donna Grant

Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.


Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Ride Wild, Raven Riders #3, by Laura Kaye


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laura Kaye brings you the third novel in her Raven Riders Series, Ride Wild. A sexy contemporary romance series, and a spin-off from Laura’s Hard Ink world, about a different kind of motorcycle club with a protective mission. The Raven Riders Series takes you on an adventure and kicks it into overdrive! Ride Wild is the hot and emotional story of a sexy single father wild with grief over the death of his wife several years before and the strong survivor he hires to be his nanny.

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About Ride Wild

Brotherhood. Club. Family.
They live and ride by their own rules.
These are the Raven Riders…


Wild with grief over the death of his wife, Sam “Slider” Evans merely lives for his two sons. Nothing holds his interest anymore—not even riding his bike or his membership in the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club. But that all changes when he hires a new babysitter.

Recently freed from a bad situation by the Ravens, Cora Campbell is determined to bury the past. When Slider offers her a nanny position, she accepts, needing the security and time to figure out what she wants from life. Cora adores his sweet boys, but never expected the red-hot attraction to their brooding, sexy father. If only he would notice her…

Slider does see the beautiful, fun-loving woman he invited into his home. She makes him feel too much, and he both hates it and yearns for it. But when Cora witnesses something she shouldn’t have, the new lives they’ve only just discovered are threatened. Now Slider must claim—and protect—what’s his before it’s too late.

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Excerpt

“Hey, Cora,” he said, his gravelly morning voice so damn sexy.

“Hey,” she said, tilting her head back to look him in the eye. She wondered if she should get off him, but didn’t really want to.

Not making any move to get up, Slider just looked down at her. “How you feeling?”

“A lot better,” she said, hyperaware that her hand was lying on his chest. His heartbeat faintly registered against her palm. “Still achy and a little off, but better.”

“Good. You should probably take it easy today, though. Whatever that was isn’t likely out of your system yet.”

She nodded. “I will.”

Talking like this, their faces so close, felt so damn intimate that Cora could almost imagine that nothing existed outside of Slider’s bed. She almost didn’t want it to. Especially when his arm squeezed a little tighter around her shoulders and brought them just a little closer. Cora shifted into his embrace, pressing her chest totally flush against his die, and sliding her thigh up until—

Oh, hell. Until she felt the part of him she’d accidentally seen. And it was hard.

He sucked in a breath, and his hand clamped around his thigh. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

She placed her fingers loosely over his mouth. She didn’t want him to apologize. Or explain it away. Or push her away.

Cora knew she shouldn’t wan the things she did, but that didn’t make her desires go away. It felt good to want Slider, it made her feel normal, even if she was a little nervous. After what her father had done, that seemed like a victory she didn’t want to relinquish.

And, oh, now that she was touching his face, she really didn’t want to stop. His lips were full and soft under her fingers, his stubble was more ticklish than prickly, and his cheekbone was prominent under his skin.

He licked his lips, and her gaze latched on to the movement.

“Cora,” he rasped, his cock getting even harder against her thigh.

His arousal fueled her own, her hips tilting with the need for friction. The movement had her grinding herself against the firm muscle of his thigh and made both of them suck in a breath. His grip tightened on her everywhere. His arm holding her tighter yet to him, his hand pulling her thigh wider across him.

Her fingers returned to his mouth again, and traced across his lower lip. His tongue flicked out and swiped at her pointer finger, and Cora was instantly wet. Trembling with need and adrenaline and the fear that at any second, he would cut this off, Cora shifted ever so slowly, ever so slightly, bringing her face closer to his. He watched her like she was a tigress about to strike, but just as her mouth almost reached his, he flipped them and pinned her to the bed.

And Cora realized she had it all wrong. He’d been the feral animal about to attack all along.





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Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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Review Tour & Giveaway ~ Las Vegas Tales Box Set by Amber Malloy


Las Vegas Tales
by Amber Malloy
Genre: Interracial Erotic Romance


Even love takes a vacation in Sin City every once in a while.

Four brown beauties tumble head first in love in the last place on earth anyone would look for it... Las Vegas!

The Guardian: Jack Stone has inherited his family's casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he doesn't play his cards right, he'll end up dead. When his high school sweetheart drops back into his life, Jake's got an even tougher decision -- should he trust the beauty with his life and heart -- again?

High Art: A brilliant painter, Bebe Noel has the goods to make it to the top... just not the social skills. With her financial situation in limbo, she must turn to her deceased benefactor's husband for help. Will this new arrangement become lucrative for the both of them or fizzle out before it can even get started?

Beauty and the Boxer: Middleweight boxer Cristiano Díaz is in trouble. Unless he can score a quickie marriage he will be deported. He has his eye on a sexy baker, and she's the only one he wants. Can the boxer convince the curvy vixen to marry him, or will he get knocked out before the first round?

Run, Pussycat, Run: Sullivan McNeill comes to Vegas to snatch lounge singer Kitty Carmichael, the love of his life, away from the bright lights of Sin City. When he finds out she's trapped in a contract with the devil, he has to figure out a way to save her or lose the woman who holds his heart forever.



Excerpt

Lena Mercier walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places, she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.

"Thanks for the drinks!" The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of giggles.

"You've got something of mine, Jack," Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair fell in a swoop in front of her right eye -- a sophisticated cut that showcased her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still aggravated him.

He wiped down the deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in front of him. "Just put your lips together and blow."

She gave him a cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction. Lena's Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.

Since he never tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. "Nightcap?" Happy to see his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention with the dog.

"Sorry, Jack, I'm beat."

"You want to talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners." He nudged to get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they'd spent more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn't believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up in his life.

"If only that were true." Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.

"We're not good listeners?" He wished she would stay and keep him company.

"No," she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night, "the part where you're just the bartender."


Review

If you are looking for a little something quick and sexy, then the Las Vegas Tales is just what you need.

This collection of short stories are sensual, fast paced, and intense. Each couple features an alluring woman with curves for days and the men that love them. The story all take place in Sin City but they are not connected. The passion that each story contain sizzle off the pages.

While each story is wild and erotic, they lack depth and leave you wondering what happens next.

This box set is quick and provocative and I enjoyed it. My favorite is Beauty and the Boxer, I really loved Cristiano and Goldie and their incredible dynamic.

I would recommend Las Vegas Tales is you love curvy women, alpha men, and a whole lot of sexiness. The tales are sultry, exciting, speedy read that will get your heart pumping and panties melting.


About The Author

Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn't pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn't legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she's not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he's faking his French accent.


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Release Blitz ~ Miss Fix-It by Emma Hart


Miss Fix It
by Emma Hart
Release Day – Oct 31, 2017
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One handywoman.
One single dad.
One set of twins.
And the wall isn’t the only thing being drilled…

I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn’t easy. The questions, the stares—the assumption I’m the proud owner of a cock and balls. Not that it matters. I’ve proven over and over that I’m ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me.

Except the hot, single dad of twins who just moved to town.

Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids’ new rooms. His son is confused why ‘the pretty lady has a drill,’ and his daughter has a new obsession—me.

On paper, my job is easy. Go in, do their bedrooms, and leave.

In theory, I’m spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I’m staying for dinner more often than I’m eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs.

I shouldn’t be staying for dinner. I shouldn’t be helping him out with the twins. I shouldn’t be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks.

And I most definitely should not be kissing my client.

Oops…


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Excerpt

“I swear, messing with me is your new favorite hobby.”

“It is,” he admitted, eyes sparkling. “You’re so easy to mess with, I don’t even have to try.”

I rolled my eyes. “And to think—I let myself be guilt-tripped into this.”

“More fool you. I warned you about her, and you obviously didn’t listen.”

“That’s so not fair. I did listen, I just don’t have freaky skills to avoid the guilt like you do.”

“I don’t avoid the guilt. I pretend.”

“Would you have pretended if you were me, knowing you’d leave a poor guy to be lonely?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t have been lonely. I’d have watched TV with my pants off.”

“You don’t get to use my plans as an excuse,” I scoffed. “And unless your daughter is a master manipulator, you would have been lonely.”

“She’s four. All four-year-olds are master manipulators. If kids came with manuals, that would be the title of the chapter that talks about age four,” he said.

“There are technically manuals. They’re these wonderful, futuristic things called books.”

“None of which are geared toward a single dad,” he pointed out. “The last time I Googled something, I diagnosed Eli with a rare, deadly disease, learned that there are way too many styles of braid for any human being to master, and also found out how to get the kids out of the door by eight and have time to do my make-up.”

I paused. “I can see how that last one would be of use to you. Your mascara looks wonderful today.”



About The Author

emmaBy day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Christmas Alabama, Alabama #4, by Susan Sands


Christmas, Alabama
Alabama Series
by Susan Sands
Publication Date: October 26, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Holiday


Photographer Rachel Prudhomme has finally settled in Ministry, Alabama. Sure, the pace is slower, and she’s had her heart blessed more times than she can count, but putting down her roots where her family is feels right, if only the town’s new doctor, and now neighbor, weren’t so hot and constantly igniting her dreams. How can she keep her vow to steer clear of men when he keeps sauntering across her path?

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Excerpt

“Dr. Sullivan, thanks for coming to town so quickly. We weren’t sure what to do when Dr. Dawson announced he was taking the job in Birmingham. Left us in a real pickle—he did.” Nick shook the hand of the chief of staff at Ministry General, who was dressed in camouflage from head-to-toe. Did Nick really want to speculate if there was a dead animal slung over the hood of his 4x4 out in the parking lot?

Nick steeled himself against noticeably hesitating to shake the man’s hand, in case he’d not scrubbed down after he left the woods. “Deer season?” Nick asked.

“He he. Son, we take our time in the woods when we can get it around here. Just came off my stand at the lease. They said you were coming today, so I didn’t want to miss you.” Nick appreciated the effort. “Thanks for coming in.” “Suzette’s our department manager; she’s around here someplace. She’ll show you the ropes. When are you wanting to get started?” the older man asked.

“I’m here, so I might as well start now, if you need me,” Nick answered. He was checked into a tiny motel off the highway, and had nothing else to do until he found a larger place to stay.

“Well, son, I like your spirit.” Dr. Granger slapped Nick on the back and said, “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Got to go home and shower. I’ll be back when your shift ends. Just remember, we move at a slower pace here than in the big city. You’ll have to remember to be tolerant with our staff and our patients at first. I’ve seen it before, folks coming from bigger places. There’s a learning curve—not necessarily one that goes upwards, if you know what I mean.” The old doc gave Nick a wink and a nod then moved away, and left him staring, eyes glazed.

Nick hoped his expression didn’t display the abject horror Dr. Granger’s words had just instilled within him. Nick took a breath. And then another. It was only for a month and a half, at most. “Hey there. I’m Suzette.”

Nick turned to see who’d spoken. The rather husky voice did not match the face. She was stunning. “Hello. Nicholas Sullivan.” He stuck out his hand to shake.

Sands, Susan. Christmas, Alabama (Alabama series Book 4) (Kindle Locations 182-183). Tule Publishing. Kindle Edition.



About Susan Sands

I grew up in Northwest Louisiana, but have strong Cajun roots (Southern Louisiana) on both sides of my family. I live in the Atlanta suburbs with my dentist husband and near-adult children, plus a few furry creatures.

I love to cook and I adore food. I play tennis, but don’t exercise nearly enough. I write Southern romantic women’s fiction. It’s a rare day when I run short of words. I’m a member of the Atlanta Writer’s Club, Georgia Romance Writers, and Romance Writers of America. I’m represented by Erin Niumata at Folio Literary Management.

I visit book clubs, bookstores, libraries, and literary festivals whenever I’m invited! I love to connect with readers!






30 October 2017

Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Mister McHottie by Pippa Grant


Mister McHottie
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 30, 2017


Blurb

Chase

I’ve just bought the woman of my nightmares.
Technically, I bought the company she works for. Point is, she cost me my two best friends ten years ago. It’s payback time, and I’m going to make her life hell.
When I’m not banging her silly and myself stupid.
I need to get my head back in business, because getting off is great, but He was a man who had sex, and lots of it, and in the worst locations, with the woman of his nightmares isn’t the inscription I want on my tombstone.
Even if it’s true.

Ambrosia

There are three things I hate:
Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking loudly like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett.
Mostly I hate Chase Jett. It’s been ten years since he took my virginity—I’d make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth is that it would have to be a bratbest joke, which also pisses me off—and now he’s not only a billionaire, he’s also my new boss.
Turns out our hate is mutual. And this kind of hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and banging hot.
I just might have to hate him forever.

Mister McHottie is 45,000 gloriously hilarious, hot, sexy words that your mother warned you about, complete with an organic happy-ever-after (or seven), a Bratwurst Wagon, ill-advised office pranks, and no cheating or cliffhangers.



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Excerpt

Ambrosia May Berger is standing in the elevator bank, peering up at the numbers. She hiccups again. I stop beside her and watch her eyes go wide, then narrow, then cross. Mirrored elevator doors are possibly the second greatest invention known to man.

First, of course, is the internet.

I stare at Bro in the door mirror.

She stares back.

For all the shit she gave me growing up, I always respected her spine. As much as one can respect something that infuriating. She got away with everything. Even when she was reckless.

I can honestly say no woman I’ve been with since her has ever tried to make a break for it in the Bratwurst Wagon.

As long as I block out the month that followed, I can think of the Bratwurst Wagon with a smile.

“Working late or coming in early?” I ask.

“The hogs are mating again,” she replies.

The world believes this woman to be a sane, competent adult. Mind-boggling.

“Do you always wait in elevator banks for women you want to harass?” she asks.

“Only when I’ve gotten bored staking out the bathrooms.” I reach over and hit the up button, because she hasn’t. “Do you always assume the elevators can read your mind?”

“They were doing better than you. I didn’t want to go up.”

“And you’re standing here because…?”

“It’s my thinking spot.”

“It’s 3 AM on a Wednesday morning.”

“Do you see me judging you on wanting to use an elevator at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning? No, you don’t. So why do you have to judge me for wanting to think in an elevator bank at 3 AM? Hmmmmmm?” The hum trills up on the end, right in time with her swiveling to face me. She squints one eye, then the other, before scrunching her face, pointing her index finger at my nose, and making pew, pew noises.

If this is what the security guards were worried I’d find, I’m rather disappointed.

“Drinking on the job again?” I ask.

Again implies I’ve done it before. Which I have not, unless you count that time the guava kale juice fermented, which I don’t, because it only counts as drinking if I enjoy the alcohol. Also, all whiskey was consumed off-premise.”

“So you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m barely buzzed enough to be able to tolerate you.”

I eye her, and decide she’s telling the truth. Her eyes are too focused and her tongue’s too sharp for her to be drunk. I can’t even smell anything on her. Tired, maybe, but not drunk.

“Was it organic?” I ask dryly.

“It’s whiskey, dickhead.”

Christ, that mouth. I want to lick it and tape it shut all at the same time. “You shouldn’t call your superiors names.”

She blows a raspberry. The sight of her ripe pink tongue makes my cock leap to attention.

“Looking for disciplinary action?” I murmur.

“Oh, don’t you wish.” The elevator dings, and she lists inside. I’d try to catch her, but frankly, I wouldn’t mind seeing her crash to the ground.

She comes to a solid stop at the railing along the back paneled wall. “And you’re not my superior,” she says.

“I write your paycheck.”

“Not yet you haven’t.” Spittle shouldn’t be sexy, but her second raspberry gives me a longer look at her tongue. I remember that tongue. Long as a lizard’s, hot as a volcano, talented as a porn star.

That’s as complimentary as I get where Bro Berger is concerned.

“So Mr. Liver-bellied Bratwurst-runner-away-er,” she says, “wouldn’t you be happier owning a grocery store that I don’t work for? Because I’m sure we can find another zagillionaire to take your place.”

I punch the button to the eighteenth floor—where the fresh greens for tomorrow are being picked and packed right now, if all’s on schedule—and give her my worst smile. “Aw, Bro, your inflated opinion of my bank account is touching.”

“You could be a mega-ka-billion-trillionaire, and you still wouldn’t have enough money to buy a soul.”

I’m relatively new to the ranks of the ten-figure club, but it’s still been years since anyone has insulted me to my face.

Her blatant hatred is oddly erotic. “Who needs a soul when I have the power to sack tempestuous employees?”

“Go ahead. I dare you.” She bangs the button for the fourth floor. Then the third, fifth, seventh, ninth, and every odd number to the top. With a frown, she draws her hand down the row of even numbers until every single floor is lit, and if I’d still thought this was alcohol motivating her, the sharp, devious intention in her cold eyes removes any doubt.

She’s fully in control and she’s intentionally trying to bait me.

Heat creeps over my scalp. It’s working.

She’s making this elevator stop on Every. Single. Fucking. Floor.

I whip out my cell phone—security can override her little prank—but as the doors close, my signal dies.

She does the MC Hammer dance, and her breasts jiggle under her swishy spring dress in a way even a celibate Tibetan monk couldn’t resist. There’s no fucking way she’s wearing a bra.

My cock twitches harder.

How did a woman so insanely evil land the world’s most perfect tits?

“Go on, rich boy.” She switches to the Lawnmower, and now her hips are rocking it too. “Buy your way out of that.”

Good Chase, the businessman, the gaming tech genius, the face I show the world, the smarter part of my brain, hops off when the doors open on the second floor, because he appreciates stairs and getting the hell away from this deranged woman.

Bad Chase, though, has possessed my body, and keeps me in the elevator.

I wave goodbye to rational thought and better judgment—who needs those bitches anyway?—and turn to Bro with a growl.

She’s wiggling her sweet curvy ass at me now, arms circling, stirring the batter. “It’s my birthday, happy birthday, it’s my birth—oomph!”

Huh. Emergency stop button works, but it’s a little choppy on the execution. Better have maintenance look at that tomorrow.

I take one large, purposeful step toward Bro.

She fists her hands on her hips and calls me an asshole with her dark, heavy-lidded, fuck-me bedroom eyes.

Yeah.

She’s feeling it too.

That pull. That hate. That inexplicable force of rage that can only be satiated with a hard, hot fuck.


Review

Chase Jett has worked his butt off to get where he is today and his latest acquisition turns his life upside down.

Ambrosia Berger's life hasn't gone exactly as planned but after all that, she's happy where her life has ended up.

These two used to be friends, of sorts, before that one night many years ago that rips it to shreds. But now that fate has brought them back together, can they work through the bumps of the past and embrace a future? Or will their past be just too much to overcome?

Mister McHottie is a laugh a minute from start to finish. I was captivated right from the start and didn't want to let it go once I reached the end.

I love Ambrosia and her pack of friends, they are one seriously amazing group of friends. They have each other's back through thick and thin.

Bro is a brilliant, sassy, and hilarious. Despite the sit back right after high school, she didn't let that get her down. She dusted herself off and persevered.

Chase is hot, hot, hot. The hottest thing to love about Chase is he's determination to keep Bro in his life. But seriously, he's got a heart of gold that will make you swoon.

The dynamic between Bro and Chase is intense and sizzles right off the pages. Their fighting is sensational, I loved it. Their connection between the two is just as strong despite their prolonged separation.

Mister McHottie is fun, witty, saucy read that is brilliantly written with a remarkable storyline. The chemistry between Bro and Chase will fascinate the reader. The secondary cast of characters will keep you in stitches. As a debut release, this one hits it out of the park and I look forward to what Pippa will bring us next.


Author Bio

Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading, writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.

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Cover Reveal ~ Crank, The Gibson Boys #1, by Adriana Locke


Crank
Series: The Gibson Boys #1
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kari March
Release Date: November 10, 2017


Blurb

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can’t buy her way out of.

As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she’s in trouble. It’s not the busted headlight and dented grill that’s sunk her though. It’s the downright sinful man in front of her that’s the problem.

The small town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline and Sienna isn’t sure why that’s so sexy, but it is. It so is. She’s ready to peel off her panties at the drop of his wrench.

He wants her too. She can feel it when he brushes against her. Experience it as he presses her against the wall of the shop. It’s thinly veiled in his deep, brown eyes when he looks at her like she’s everything he’s ever wanted. So why won’t he give in?

The damage to Walker’s truck is the first of many mistakes between the two of them, ending with truths that rock Sienna’s world. Nothing can fix her broken heart except the love of a man that won’t, maybe even can’t, love her back.

Crank is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.





Author Bio

USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather's nice and there's always a piece of candy in her pocket.

Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.



Blog Tour ~ Absolution, Heaven's Rejects MC #3, by Avelyn Paige


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Ricca

You can’t outrun your past, a mistake I learned the hard way.

Stripped of my innocence in the middle of the Californian desert, I waited for death.
Then he appeared.
My vengeful angel.

He’s everything I’m not.
He’s everything I want.
He’s everything I can never have.

Ratchet

I will not let my past define me.

Abandoned by my mother as a child, I would be dead if it weren’t for Jagger. He took me into the Heaven’s Rejects and saved my life.
Now I want to save hers.

The superficial cuts and bruises on her delicate skin, don’t compare to the pain lurking in her heart.
The pain I want to save her from.
Somehow, I will find a way to get through to her.

Come hell or high water, she will be mine.





“You’re okay. They’re dead and can’t hurt you anymore,” I mumble and repeat in some stupid fucking mantra to keep the memories at bay. Every morning starts like this. Sure, maybe I did need go back to my victim group counseling sessions, but I knew the Kumbaya mentality they used couldn’t help me. The demons in my head were of my own creation, and they were never just going to go away by telling others who thought they were like me about them. I couldn’t forgive the men for the things that they did to my body and even with their deaths, my mind would never be able to see the world the same way. They took the last shred of my innocence out in that desert, and it was something that I was never going to be able to get back, even if I had ruby red slippers, clicked my heels, and said it three times.

Life isn’t a fucking fairy tale. And no matter how hard I hoped he would be, Ratchet was definitely not Prince Charming. The knight in shining armor isn’t real, and he was never going to ride a horse to my tower of terror.



Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. Avelyn loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first. Avelyn also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.

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