Friday, August 18, 2017

Release Blitz & Giveaway : Cockloft by K.C. Lynn


Cockloft
by K.C. Lynn

Release Date:
August 18th, 2017

Genres:
Contemporary
Romance

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Synopsis:

Cockloft: A firefighter term used as a structural space above ceiling and below rafters, often connecting adjacent occupancies and permitting fire to spread laterally, often unseen. 

Gabriel Martinez is the most arrogant and infuriating man I’ve ever met. He has a knee-weakening smirk that makes me want to kiss—no—slap it off his rude, sexy face. Judging by his ego, you’d think the hose in his pants is as big as the one on his fire truck. Not that I know anything about that nor do I want to. Nope, not at all. He’s already been forgotten like last season’s Michael Kors. 

CeCe Kensington is as pretentious and spoiled as they come. The ridiculous purses she shoulders around are as big as her attitude. And don’t get me started on her mile-long legs or full, glossy lips that are meant to be wrapped around a guy’s… If she only knew the dirty things I think about doing to that sassy mouth of hers, she'd be hightailing it back to her side of town. 


✿¸.•´¸✿*´¨) ¸.•*¨✿ 

When the beautiful boutique owner and sexy firefighter meet in the most unlikely situation, their two worlds collide, creating an explosion of misperceptions and combustible heat, trapping them in a fire they never saw coming. 


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About the Author:

K.C. Lynn is a small town girl living in Western Canada. She married her high school sweetheart and they have four amazing children: two lovely girls and a set of handsome twin boys. It was her love for romance books that gave K.C. the courage to sit down and write her own novel. When she is not in her writing cave, pounding out new characters and stories, she can be found living between the pages of a book, meeting new tattooed, hot alpha males with very big…Hearts.





Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Sneak Peek : Drunk Dial by Penelope Ward


Drunk Dial
(A Standalone)
by Penelope Ward

Release Date:
August 21st, 2017

Genres:
Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis:

From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel. 

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him. 

Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions. 

I didn’t think he’d call me back. 

I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become. 

Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets. 

Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake. 

A complete STANDALONE.


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Excerpt:

After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days. Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me. 

I looked down to find he’d sent a photo. 

I gasped. 

It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie. 

Fuck. Me. He was beautiful. 

I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone. I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body. 

Was this a cruel joke? 

This was not Landon! 

But, it was. 

With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo. 

Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him. 

“Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me. 

This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see. 

God. 

A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession. 

A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant. 

The message that went along with the photo simply read: 

Now show me you.


About the Author:

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a sixteen-time New York Times bestseller. Her novels are published in over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world. Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 11-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.




Monday, August 14, 2017

Review Blitz: Royally Endowed (Royally, #3) by Emma Chase


Royally Endowed
Royally, #3
by Emma Chase

Release Date:
August 14th, 2017

Publisher:
Emma Chase, LLC

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Synopsis:

Logan St. James is a smoldering, sexy beast. Sure, he can be a little broody at times—but Ellie Hammond’s willing to overlook that. Because, have you seen him?? 

Sexy. As. Hell. 

And Ellie’s perky enough for both of them. For years, she’s had a crush on the intense, protective royal security guard—but she doesn’t think he ever saw her, not really. 

To Logan, Ellie was just part of the job—a relative of the royal family he’d sworn to protect. Now, at 22 years old and fresh out of college, she’s determined to put aside her X-rated dreams of pat-downs and pillow talk, and find a real life happily ever after. 

The Queen of Wessco encourages Ellie to follow in her sister’s footsteps and settle down with a prince of her own. Or a duke, a marquis…a viscount would also do nicely. 

But in the pursuit of a fairy tale ending, Ellie learns that the sweetest crushes can be the hardest to let go. 


*** 

Logan St. James grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, in a family on the wrong side of the law. But these days, he covers his tattoos and scars with a respectable suit. He’s handsome, loyal, brave, skilled with his hands and…other body parts. 

Any woman would be proud to bring him home to her family.   

But there’s only one woman he wants. 

For years he’s watched over her, protected her, held her hair back when she was sick, taught her how to throw a punch, and spot a liar. 

He dreams of her. Would lay down his life for her. 

But beautiful Ellie Hammond’s off-limits. 

Everybody knows the bodyguard rules: Never lose focus, never let them out of your sight, and never, ever fall in love. 





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Royally Series on Goodreads:

Review of Royally Screwed HERE
Review of Royally Matched HERE



Excerpt:


Ellie

But then the mood shifts, as if the air becomes thicker, weighted, more . . . sultry. 

Because slowly, Logan sinks down to one knee in front of me—looking in my eyes the whole time. In this position, I could touch his shoulders, comb my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He’s the perfect height for me to bend down and kiss his mouth—the perfect height for him to kiss me back . . . in a lot of places. 

My breath hitches. And I wonder he feels it too. 

There’s a sound of tearing Velcro, and Logan takes something off his ankle—a holster, with a small silver knife, about three inches long. 

“Keep this on you all the time,” he says seriously. “Just in case. If you wear a skirt, the strap will fit around your thigh.” 

And I almost laugh. Most girls get a ring from a guy on his knees. I get a murder weapon. But still, it makes me feel safe . . . watched over. Like I’m something precious that deserves to be protected. 

I take the knife from him, testing the surprisingly solid, heavy weight of it in my hand. I press my index finger to the tip. 

Logan grabs my wrist tightly. “Careful. It’s sharp.” 

There’s a small, painless nick, a tiny bead of blood, so I put my finger in my mouth, sucking.  

And Logan’s watching me again. 

Watching my mouth. 

His chest seems to rise just a little faster, and his throat ripples when he swallows. He bends his head, curves his strong back, and then I feel his hands on my ankle, securing the strap. His touch is warm and self-assured. It’s the way he always moves—confident and experienced. Logan knows his body and he knows how to use it, in every way possible. 

I almost moan. The sound is in the back of my throat, but I keep it trapped. I never knew the ankle was an erogenous zone, but it sure as hell is now. A hot pulse of pleasure streaks from Logan’s fingers on my bare skin, up my thigh, between my legs. 

And I throb there, growing swollen and heavy as he keeps his hands on me. 

Can he tell? Does he know? He’s so aware of everything, always so attuned, I wonder if he can sense my arousal . . . feel it in the air that clings between us.


Review:


Emma Chase is an author that always delivers when it comes to a captivating, romantic, sexy, fun and unforgettable reading journey! Emma Chase is back with the third installment of her Royally Series and it is fabulous!! Ellie and Logan are two characters that will melt your hearts and their love story will make you swoon non-stop. This slow burn romance will captivate you from beginning to end! 

Logan St-James is not a nanny. Protecting the royal family is his job. Not watching and protecting an American teenage girl that drives him crazy. Ellie Hammond is a temptation he’s not ready to deal with. He knows that falling for her is going against all the rules, but he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if that means breaking his own rules. 

Emma Chase exceeded all of my expectations with Royally Endowed. I was really excited when I found out Ellie was getting her own story. I love her funny ways and how she lights up any room she walks into. She’s the kind of heroine I love to cheer for. I wanted her to find a real and intense love just like her sister did. Logan was a stubborn hero that melted my heart. He fell hard for Ellie and he realized that when it comes to love, you listen to your heart. There is no way around it. Love comes unexpectedly and it the most intriguing ways. The banter between Ellie and Logan is GOLD!! Each scene that they shared made me fall in love with them even more. I loved the way they supported each other in their difficult moments and how their love grew stronger through it all. 

It was fantastic to see the previous characters in Royally Endowed. The supporting cast of characters for this story brought a smile to my face. I wanted to pack my bags and go on this memorable journey with all these characters. The bond that they share is precious and heart warming. I read this book in one sitting because it was an unputdownable story that made me feel many emotions. Emma Chase’s writing style never fails to captivate me from beginning to end. If you have not read any books by Emma Chase, you’re seriously missing out on some amazing love stories that will linger with you. I highly recommend everything she has published. 

Rating:

I give, Royally Endowed, by Emma Chase, 5 intense, passionate, romantic, falling for your bodyguard stars!






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About the Author:

Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.





Thursday, August 10, 2017

Cover Reveal & Excerpt : The Learning Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #3) by Sara Ney


The Learning Hours
How to Date a Douchebag, #3
by Sara Ney

Release Date:
September 26th, 2017

Genres:
New Adult Romance

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Synopsis:

He’s not a douchebag; 
but that doesn’t stop his friends from 
turning him into one. 

MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID. 

So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters: 

Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry? Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have pulse. Text him at: 555-254-5551 

The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one. 

THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT. 

One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white. 

However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don't get it. Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME. 

Especially her.


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How to Date a Douchebag Series on Goodreads:

Review of The Stydying Hours HERE
Review of The Failing Hours HERE



Excerpt:

He’s seated at a table in the far corner when I spot him from the door. He’s not hard to miss—not with his purple t-shirt in a sea of black and yellow, and wavy mussed hair. 

He’s slouching, hunched over his table. 

Defeated. Tired. 

My stomach rolls with nerves, nerves that have me rooted to the spot in the doorway, watching him. 


Just watching. 

For the entire four minutes I stand here, he sits immobile, studying his laptop, eyes moving along the screen, completely transfixed by whatever he’s reading. 

Learning. 

“Just go over there,” I whisper to myself, blowing out a puff of pent-up air. 

I put one foot in front of the other and begin toward him, spine ramrod straight, steeling myself, prepared for another argument. 

Twenty feet. 

Fifteen. 

Eight. 

Two. 

“Hi.” 

No reply. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” I lay my hand on the back of the wooden chair across from him, intending to pull it out. 

He stiffens but doesn’t lift his head. “Yes I mind.” 

“Would you mind if I sat at the table next to you?” I’m pushing his buttons, looking for a reaction, but he only spares me a brief glance. 

Shrugs. “Free country.” 

I bite my lip to hide a smile, glad he didn’t tell me to take a hike...


About the Author:


Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. 

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.




Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Blog Tour : Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn


Twisted Twosome
by Meghan Quinn

Release Date:
August 3rd, 2017

Genres:
Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis:

Racer McKay is a broody bastard. 

From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. 

A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder. 

Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time. 

We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help. 

But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true. 

Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.


Photographer:  DesLaurier Media 
Cover Model: Jess Kasser 
Cover Designer: Meghan Quinn



Excerpt:


Why is it so goddamn drafty in here? I grip my hammer in my hand, my tool belt riding low on my hips, and my stereotypical construction hat rests on my head as I finish up the project I was hired to do. Taking a quick look around, I search the bedroom looking for an open window or AC vent that’s blowing a cold breeze right against my dick and sac, making it almost impossible to look semi-decent in this scrap of fabric. “Mmm, I think you forgot a nail on the ground over there,” says the throaty, smoke-filled voice of Mrs. Sage, who is lying across her chase lounge wearing a silky pink robe that is barely tied around her waist. She makes it her mission to show me as much skin as possible, and as we’re talking about skin showing . . . I bend down to pick up the nail she’s pointing at as the thin strip of man thong material rides higher up my ass crack than I care to admit. Let’s pause for a second. Are you wondering to yourself, is Racer really wearing a man-thong as he finishes building a solid oak shelf? The answer is yes. Yes, I am. I’m Racer McKay and I wear man thongs for older, rich women while I work on simple projects around their houses. Excuse me, I mean mansions. Don’t worry. Yes, I’m also very much ashamed to admit the level I’ve stooped to in order to make some cash. I have my pride, but right now, when I’m offered three hundred dollars more to build a shelf in a man thong, I’m choosing to seize the opportunity. Self-respect was thrown out the window two years ago when a pile of bills and responsibilities were thrust in my direction without any preparation or warning. Making money is as vital as breathing to me, so I will take it any way I can get it. Cue the man thong. “Oh, you’re right. Here it is,” I say, holding up the nail. “Thanks for the help, Mrs. Sage. I would hate to see you hurt yourself from my lack of attention to detail.” She waves me off and puffs her chest toward me, her robe slipping farther apart, showing the cleavage of a very saggy pair of breasts. I’ve seen my fair share of boobs and even though I don’t mingle sex with work, I can’t help but want Mrs. Sage to remove the robe just so I can see what she has hidden under the silky fabric. How saggy are we talking here? I’m interested for exploratory reasons, for knowledge of every kind of breast out there. Because right now, Mrs. Sage looks like she’s rocking a pair of pancakes that have been flattened by a steamroller. “You would just have to nurse me back to health if that happened.” Her finger trails up her varicose vein-covered leg to her geriatric hip. I hold back the shiver that wants to spin up my spine. All I can say is . . . can’t unsee that. I nervously laugh and tuck my hammer into its holster. “Not much of a nurse, Mrs. Sage. I might hurt you even more.” “I don’t mind getting hurt.” She starts to spread her legs and that’s when I call it a day. I turn around quickly, snag my jeans and slip them up and over my legs, struggling with my tool belt getting in the way. Once things are in place, I remove my hat, put on my shirt, and then cover my hair with a backwards baseball cap. The peep show is over. Once dressed, I gather my tools, tuck my construction hat under my arm, and turn to Mrs. Sage. This is my least favorite part, getting the old bird to pay up. “Leaving already?” She pouts, lipstick on her teeth. “Unfortunately, I have another engagement I’m running late for.” A lie, but it’s the only way I know to get out of here. “That’s a shame. I really should book you for a whole day. That way you can’t skirt out of here earlier than I’m ready for.” She walks out of the den and into the entryway where she opens her purse and pulls out a wad of one-hundred-dollar bills. My brain explodes from the amount of cash in her purse, as if it’s chump change she’s ready to throw around at a parade dedicated to her and her riches. “What do I owe you? Six hundred?” Fuck, it’s five hundred and if I wasn’t a nice guy, I wouldn’t correct her, but I believe in good karma. Especially considering where my bad luck has gotten me—trying to climb my way out of a large debt. I try to put as many good vibes out in the world as possible. “We actually agreed upon five hundred, Mrs. Sage.” “Such a bargain.” She flips through her cash, pulls out five bills—damn—and hands them over to me. “Shall I call for my next project?” I pocket the cash. “Email is best, Mrs. Sage. I always feel awkward taking phone calls at work.” “Such a hard worker.” She pats my face and leans forward, lips puckered, but I step to the side avoiding an attack from her old-lady lips. As I depart, I wave my hand in the air and say, “Thanks, Mrs. Sage. I look forward to your next email.” Out of her reach, I toss my tools in the back of my truck, enter the cab, and place my hands on the steering wheel as I exhale a long pent-up breath.

Teaser:


Purchase Link: Amazon 



Review:


Lovers of fun romance rejoice! You’re next unforgettable reading escape is HERE!!! Twisted Twosome by Meghan Quinn is a standalone romance that will make your hearts burst with happiness. Racer is a character that was introduced in My Best Friend’s Ex. I highly recommend her previous books that have characters that are in some kind of way connected to Twisted Twosome. To follow the journey of these amazing characters add Co-Wrecker and My Best Friend’s Ex to your TBR list. You won’t be disappointed! 

Georgie has never met anybody like Racer McKay. He’s annoyingly sexy and his "Let me give you my two cents" behaviour drives her crazy. From the moment they meet their chemistry is undeniable. He gets under her skin and the last thing she expected was for Racer to become such an important person in her life. He’s been standing by her side on her new life journey and he’s always pushing her to follow her dreams. As days go by, their friendship turns into something more. An unexpected love was born from the intense, passionate, fun and sexy moments that they share together. They fit perfectly together and they would not have it any other way. Their love journey will be a test for both of them with obstacles that can tear them apart. This twisted twosome is ready to conquer it all because together is exactly where they belong. 

This book totally rocked my WORLD!!! Two fascinating characters with an intense and passionate chemistry, irresistible banter and a friendship that is #CoupleGoals Meghan Quinn is one of the authors I turn to when I’m in a book funk. Her books give me all the feels and always leave a smile on my face. I connect to each new character that she creates. Marley and Porter, which are the main characters from The Mother Road, are my absolute favorite couple from this author. Well, that top spot got a little bit crowded because Georgie and Racer won a place in my heart and on that top spot. Can you even imagine the party those four insanely addictive characters are having?? I love them to pieces!!! 

Meghan Quinn always delivers when it comes to the perfect romantic reading escape. Her love stories are always heart-melting and unforgettable. I had a blast falling in love with Georgie and Racer. Georgie is the kind of heroine I love to cheer for. She’s strong, confident and lovable. Racer is a hero that will totally melt your heart. He has a top spot on my ‘’Masters of Swoon’’ list. God!! He makes me melt with his fun personality and sexy charm. This enemies to lovers romance is one you do not want to miss! Fun, sexy and romantic times guaranteed! Another thing I loved about this beautiful and fun romantic reading journey is the supporting cast of characters. New and old characters unite to make this story an unforgettable one! 

Rating:


I give, Twisted Twosome, 5 hilarious, sexy, captivating, romantic, all-consuming stars!




About the Author:


Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. 

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking. 

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!