#BlogTour | #ExcerptReveal | WAVES BREAK (ON UNKNOWN SHORES) by Barry Litherland @BWLitherland (August 16th 2019) @Lovebookstours

Blurb:

Past events cast shadows you can’t outrun. Wayne and Phil knew that better than anyone, after Stevie died, way back when they were children. A pebble dropped in a pool. Ripples spreading outwards. Who knew where they would end? 

Extract Reveal:

If I’d seen Tyrone before he saw me, I’d have cut down a side street, turned and fled. I’d have barged into a store selling women’s lingerie or slipped into a sex shop – anything to avoid passing close enough for him to recognise me. But I don’t see him. He sees me, and having seen me, he walks straight over.

It’s late afternoon and I’m in the concourse in the town centre, a street away from the promenade. There are hundreds of tourists milling about, many of them freshly arrived. A few gulls wheel overhead, waiting for scraps. There’ll be plenty of those. Even from here, I can smell the burger joints and the fish and chip shops which line the seafront.

It’s Sunday afternoon. I’m on my way to a football match with a couple of friends. Tyrone doesn’t stand on ceremony. He takes me by the elbow and pulls me away. My friends turn, at first surprised, then ready to wade in to help me. Tyrone turns towards them.

‘You really want to?’ he snarls.

‘It’s okay,’ I say quickly, before things get out of hand. No point in littering the neat herringbone paving with blood and bodies. ‘I’ll catch you up.’

Only I don’t catch them up, and I don’t see the match. I’m on a chair in a dull, dimly lit cellar bar opposite Tyrone and two other men who don’t look like they’re here for social chit chat. One of them sits impassively with his arms folded like an eighteen stone, muscle bound, malignant Buddha, and, having fixed me with his eyes, he leaves me wriggling there like a butterfly on a pin.

The other is so smooth he could slide under a door; he’s in his mid-fifties, has dark hair, dark eyes, a dark suit, dark shoes, and a dark mood. It’s the mood that scares me most. That and the knife.

The knife lies on the table between us. The blade is long and only about five centimetres wide at the hilt. The grip is unadorned steel. There’s nothing fancy about it, but there doesn’t need to be. It has a cold, functional look about it that isn’t at all reminiscent a kitchen implement. No, this is completely different.

Author Bio:

Barry Litherland is an author living and working in the far north of Scotland, not far from John O’Groats. He writes in a variety of genres but has achieved greatest success with his recent crime and paranormal crime thrillers, Waves Break on Unknown Shores, The Hand of Ronan Hawke and Turbulence. He is an avid reader and loves classical novels, modern literary fiction and self-published books. When he’s not writing or reading, he likes photography, at an amateur level, cycling, and walking the mountains and coastlines of the Northern Highlands. Some of his photographs are shared on his website bleaknorth.net.

After a successful and rewarding career in primary education, he now considers writing his new vocation, and writes a new book each year. He has two new novels awaiting proofreading prior to publication and – a new venture – two Middle Grade children’s novels (for 8-12 year olds.)

He is married to Susie, has three children, a grandson, Harry, and two springer spaniels, Ziggy and Daisy. 

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#CoverReveal | #ExcerptReveal | WE ARE US by Tara Leigh @TaraLeighBooks (February 27th 2020) @jennw23

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We Are Us, an all-new, angst-filled, second chance standalone romance from Tara Leigh is releasing February 27th, and we have the gorgeous cover along with the very first sneak peek!

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I fell in love with a beautiful, broken boy.

His whispered words of love were the sweetest of lies.

He gave me his heart and destroyed mine.

I am his.

I fell in love with the beautiful man who broke me.

His boldly spoken vow was the cruelest of cages.

He gave me his name and destroyed my soul.

He is mine.

The boy I once loved is now a man.

The man I once loved is now gone.

We are us.

I have been called many things.

Victim. Survivor. Daughter. Sister. Wife.

Now I am called something else.

Murderer.

Believe it or not, this is our love story.

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Excerpt

“Close your eyes.” I slant a curious look at Gavin, taking in his kiss-swollen lips and flushed skin, his untamable mop of hair and the blaze of excitement lighting up the blue of his corneas. Gavin squeezes my hand reassuringly as I do what he’s asked, then slowly walks me the remaining few steps toward our cave. Without vision, my other senses are heightened. The cry of birds sounds closer, like they are perched just overhead instead of on branches thirty or forty feet above. The bite of the breeze on my skin is sharper, each gust sending a chill racing along already sensitive nerve endings. The smell of ripe earth and rich evergreen and the clean, bracing scent of Gavin himself is downright intoxicating, my head swimming as I pull breaths deep into my lungs. Most of all, the moonstone pendant laying against my collarbone is making my chest tingle, my heart fluttering against my ribcage. “Okay, open them.” I do, immediately gasping in surprise at what Gavin’s done to our little cave. There are candles burning and scattered rose petals—no, poppy petals—and a basket filled with drinks and snacks. A pile of blankets and pillows. “You did all this for me?” I ask, my voice sounding whispery and weird. I feel whispery and weird. I’ve never had a birthday like this. I’ve never even imagined a birthday like this. First the necklace and now, seeing the lengths Gavin has gone for me… Beneath the surface of my skin, I’m a chaotic mess of emotions. I don’t know what to say, how to act. This is unchartered territory for me. “Of course,” he says, as if it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing. It’s everything. Before I dissolve into a teary puddle, Gavin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. “You taught me how to play gin rummy—how about I teach you to play poker?” A strangled laugh leaves my throat. “I think that’s fair.” We sit down and Gavin spends a few minutes going over the basics of the game before dealing out the cards. It’s not as easy as gin rummy, but I get the hang of it after a few rounds. And when Gavin lifts a mischievous brow and asks, “Want to make things interesting?” I know exactly what he’s doing. Not just poker. Strip poker. And that’s when I realize just how much planning went into tonight. Beyond buying me an expensive present. Beyond pimping out our cave. Gavin found a way to make my first time—our first time—a mix of old and new. An experience evoking our past and celebrating our future. I’ve imagined the night Gavin and I would finally go all the way a million times. But I’d only focused on the physical aspects. Would it hurt? Will there be blood? What if I do it wrong? It never crossed my mind that he would take such care with… everything. But, of course, it should have. Gavin Cross is one of a kind. And he’s mine.

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#ExcerptReveal | WILD CARD by Renee Rose @RENEEROSEAUTHOR (DECEMBER 12TH 2019) @ARDENTPROSE

















































“YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE, DOLL”

The little hacker stole from the Family–hundred fifty grand. 

We Tacones don’t take kindly to thieves.

Not even when they come in a package as cute as hers.

Not even after she shows me how high her freak flag flies.

Now there will be hell to pay for my sexy geek.

And I’m the one coming to collect.

But when she ends up in jail for the transaction I ordered her to make

I decide to bail her out. Because she’s a wildfire.

A force of nature too bright to be put out.

And I don’t need the money. 

I’d rather have her.

























Why I write Mafia

If you’re reading my newsletter, I guarantee you already know I’m kinked. I love a dominant hero who gets bossy, spanky and dirty. I like non-consent, at least at first. Abduction-seduction is my favorite trope. So writing mafia romance fits perfectly with that. And even as sweet as I can write an alpha male, I also freaking love dub-con.






“What if I cheat?”

His brows slam down. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Clearly the wrong thing to ask.

But I want to know. He says he won’t hurt me but he’s a dangerous man. What happens if I cross a line? What are those lines?

“I won’t—I don’t either,” I assure him quickly. I grab his arm. “I promise. It’s just—”

“What?” He’s still pissed. That shouldn’t excite me. I am wired so wrong.

Because I’m tipsy, I lightly slap his chest. “You kidnapped me and threatened my brother’s life! I just need to know what happens if I piss you off.”

Anger ripples over Paolo’s expression and he steps back and scrubs a hand over this face. Then he shakes his head. “No more of this,” he says.

I shake my head. I’m already getting queasy. “You can’t tell me no more.”

Of course he can. He just did. And that’s exactly the point I’m testing here. I’m with a dangerous, controlling man.

He throws his hands in the air in that distinctly Italian way. “What do you want from me?”

“What if I ran away?”

“You gonna run?”

“No, but what if I did? What’s the line?”

Exasperation dances over his face and he narrows his eyes, but I can tell he’s thinking about his answer. “Okay, where’s the line?” He catches my chin and lifts it to bring our faces close. “If it’s business, I’m gonna deal with you in a business-like fashion. You steal from the casino, you threaten my family, talk to the Feds, we’re done and the gloves come off. If it’s personal, I’m not a douche. You break my heart, there’s no retribution. That plain enough for you?”













USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.












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“YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE, DOLL”

The little hacker stole from the Family–hundred fifty grand. 

We Tacones don’t take kindly to thieves.

Not even when they come in a package as cute as hers.

Not even after she shows me how high her freak flag flies.

Now there will be hell to pay for my sexy geek.

And I’m the one coming to collect.

But when she ends up in jail for the transaction I ordered her to make

I decide to bail her out. Because she’s a wildfire.

A force of nature too bright to be put out.

And I don’t need the money. 

I’d rather have her.
























Sometimes it’s hard for me to distinguish fear from excitement. I have an intelligent, rational mind, but as soon as it lands on something that scares me, I leave my body. And the way I come back is through sex and pain.

So getting bound, whipped and face-fucked by the mafia kingpin who showed up to kill me? Didn’t scare me.

Talking about my dad’s death shut me down, though.

And when my hitman packs up my electronic equipment, throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the apartment, real fear sets in.

“Mr. Tacone?” I mumble, swinging over his wide shoulder. I have a close-up view of his ass, and it’s quite impressive, I have to say. He’s definitely an Italian Stallion, this one.

Who knew?

I might have played my cards differently if I’d known skimming over a hundred thousand dollars would trigger retribution in such a handsome, dominant package.

He slaps my ass. “Not a sound, little hacker. Do you want me to gag you?”

Ugh. Why does that turn me on? He scrambles my brain when he says things like that. I need to figure out how to escape instead of getting wet every time he says something bossy.

“No sir,” I mutter.













USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.












#ReleaseBlitz | #ExcerptReveal | WARM ME SOFTLY by D M Davis @dmdavisauthor (December 11th 2019) @GiveMeBooksPR




Title: Warm Me Softly
A Holiday Novella
Author: D.M. Davis
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 11, 2019



Blurb

I thought he wanted my inheritance. Turns out, he wanted me.

Maggie is a lonely shop keeper who loves her memories, living her life for the ones she’s lost. She’s torn between holding on to the past or selling off her inheritance for a chance to discover her passion.

Marcus is a real estate developer who’s been after Maggie’s properties for years. Somewhere along the way his desire to buy her out morphed into the need to win her heart.

This Christmas novella of loss, remembrance, and transformation will warm your heart for the holidays and all year through.


Note to Reader: The Warm Me Softly novella originally appeared in the Winter’s Edge Anthology (Nov 2017). This version is intended for mature audiences as it’s been revamped with new and updated scenes, making it a Steamy Romance.







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Closing my eyes, I take a bite and savor the crisp crust and warm, soft center. There’s nothing better than fresh-baked bread. It reminds me of home and being in the kitchen with my grandmomma.
I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze intense with newfound heat. “Good?” His brows arch and amusement curves his lips.
Ignoring the throb between my legs, I take another bite, not stopping until I’ve finished.
Harry returns with our drinks, advising our food will be out momentarily. I guess Marcus is joining me for dinner. I didn’t necessarily agree, but it seems too late to turn him away now.
Marcus butters more bread for himself and then for me. “I never meant to make an enemy of you, or your grandmother.” His voice is gentle, soothing my frayed nerves. “On the contrary, I’ve always hoped we could be more.”
“More? You’re trying to buy my building, take my grandparents’ antique store from me. That’s my home, my job. It’s… everything. What more could you possibly want, a kidney?” My voice having reached a volume I don’t care for, I ease back, taking a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
Composed, I continue. “Can we not do this today?”
I’m interrupted by Harry with our meal. He sets down two steaming bowls of Thai noodle soup and another basket of fresh bread.
“Enjoy.” He bows as he backs away.
“Thanks, Harry,” we say simultaneously.
My gaze flies to Marcus. He knows Harry’s name? I pegged Marcus as being too self-important to bother learning his name—or anyone else who serves him. Maybe I’m the one who doesn’t know who Marcus is.
Marcus smiles and points to my soup. “Shrimp bowl?”
“It’s my favorite.” I note he’s having the same.
“Me too.” He cocks his head. “See, we have something in common. I bet if you got to know me, you’d see we share more than just a love of Thai shrimp noodle soup.”
More? Somehow, I doubt that. I have nothing in common with this man. I can’t deny I’m attracted to him, but his rugged good looks, finger-tousled dark hair, and tall, muscular build cannot compensate for the truth of what he wants.
“Why not today?” Reading my perplexed expression, he clarifies. “I said I’d hoped we could be more, and you said I was taking everything from you, then you asked if we could not do this today.”
“Oh, yes. That.” I stir my soup and take a tentative sip. It’s good and hot, liquid gold. I fish around, playing with the noodles. “I’d just rather not fight today. That’s all.”
He leans closer. “I’d rather not fight with you any day. But, why not today in particular?” He’s a determined SOB.
I study my bowl like it’s the most interesting thing in the room—which would be a lie. The man across from me clearly holds that title. The heat of his gaze burrows into my brain.
I can’t say it out loud. I can’t bear the pity I might see on his face if I were to look up. I shake my head, taking another sip of soup and then a long drink of water, blinking back my tears.
“It’s a year today,” he says with reverence.
Smart man. I guess he is paying attention.







Author Bio


D.M. Davis is a Contemporary and New Adult Romance Author.

She is a Texas native, wife, and mother. Her background is Project Management, technical writing, and application development. D.M. has been a lifelong reader, and wrote poetry in her early life, but has found her true passion in writing about love and the intricate relationships between men and women.

She writes of broken hearts and second chances, of dreamers looking for more than they have and daring to reach for it.

D.M. believes it is never too late to make a change in your own life, to become the person you always wanted to be, but were afraid you were not worth the effort. You are worth it. Take a chance on you. You never know what’s possible if you don’t try. Believe in yourself as you believe in others, and see what life has to offer.

She is currently working on two series of romance novels: Until You and Finding Grace.


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#ExcerptReveal | SLEEPER by Kayley Loring (DECEMBER 12TH 2019) @ARDENTPROSE





















































SHANE MILLER SLEEP DIARY:



Went to bed at: Late.

How long it took to fall asleep: Forever. I have insomnia. Duh.

Number of caffeinated beverages you had consumed: Zero. Thanks for advising me to quit!





My stress level is off the charts.

I can’t sleep right on a normal day, and lately my days are filled with the best kind of chaos.

My ex-wife and husband number two are filming in Poland for three months,

so I’m turning down movie parts to focus on the most important role of my life—

impossibly charming and somewhat capable young single dad.

My son won’t stop asking questions.​

My daughter won’t brush her teeth unless I sing her showtunes.

Our regular nanny quit.

The only person I could trust to hire as a temp nanny is my best friend’s sister.



If Mary Poppins and Bill Murray had a baby it would be Willa.

Fresh out of grad school and beautifully weird.

She hates my movies, and my kids adore her.

I couldn’t sleep last night because she wasn’t here.

Turns out I can’t sleep unless she’s in my house now.

Turns out she’s what’s been missing from my life all along.

If my friend had any idea what I want to do to his gorgeous troublemaker of a sister,

he would smother me with a pillow.



The chances of us succeeding as a couple are about as good as that little indie movie

that I made being a huge hit.

But it’s a chance I’m going to take.


























Shane and I just stare at each other for a few seconds and then laugh.

“You wanna go ‘get a green juice or something’ too? I can sit here and drink coffee by myself. It’s fine.”

“I don’t think green juice is what I need right now.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need?”

“A three-day nap.”

“Have you always had insomnia?”

He shrugs. “Off and on since…since right before I got married, actually.” He says it as if he’s just realizing this now.

Interesting.

“And you need a nanny now because…”

“Because the regular nanny quit on Friday, so I have the kids while Margo and her husband are shooting a movie in Poland for a few months. I’m taking time off from work so I can be with the kids, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I can barely function. The weekend was okay, but I almost didn’t get them to school on time today.”

Poor guy. This is a man who’s led a charmed life. He’s not used to feeling overwhelmed and out of sorts. I look down at his hands, both of them holding on to his cup of decaf coffee.

He needs so much more than caffeine to wake him up right now.

“Have you ever had your palm read before?”

He quirks a brow at me. “No. Have you?”

“Yes. By a woman in Versailles.” She told me that I met the love of my life before I was in high school. “I’m pretty sure everything she said was a crock of shit, but she was very charming and convincing.”

I can’t tell from his expression if he’s a cynic or not.

“Let me see your right hand.” I hold out both of my hands, palms up.

“Wait a minute,” he says, smirking and cocking his head to one side. “Are you the charming and convincing crock-of-shit palm reader from Versailles?”

“The grandmother of the family I boarded with taught me a few tricks.” I beckon him with the fingers of my outstretched hands.

He pushes his coffee aside and stretches his hand across the table without hesitation. Surprising. I take his hand in mine and examine the shape of it. I am fully aware that this would play out very differently if we were at a bar instead of a supermarket and if my brother were half a world away instead of at some counter inside the store, chatting up a hot chick. I am also aware that the last thing I should be doing is pulling out the party trick I’ve employed to flirt with guys who are either too pretty or too shy to make the first move. But I guess this is what’s happening.

His hand.

Oh Lord, his hand.

The texture of his skin is not quite rough and not exactly smooth. It feels good. “You’re down-to-earth, but you’re also sensitive.”

“Am I?”

I turn his hand over to press my thumbs into his palm. It’s firm and resilient. “You’re very practical and hard-working.”

“And you’re still kinda weird, huh?”

“Am I?”

His skin has a pinkish hue. I bet his penis is really pretty. “Well, the lack of sleep isn’t affecting your overall health. That’s good.” He’s loving and supportive. Margo Quincey is a fucking idiot for letting this guy go. “Oh, you have a square palm.”

“What does that mean? I’m good at opening square jars?”

“It confirms that you have good energy and you’re a hard-worker. You don’t mind a challenge.” His long fingers are capable and sexy, and I want them on my body. Shit. “You’re responsible and you finish what you start.” I want these fingers inside me. Fuck. “This is your heart line,” I say, tracing the major line across the top of his palm with my fingertip. It’s long and strong. I want to see him wrap this hand around his cock, and I want him to ram that cock into me. He could really give it to me good. Goddammit, what is wrong with me? “This tells me something about your emotional life.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it telling you?”

His heart line is curved. Shit, it’s really curved. Sex is very important to this man. “I, uhhh…That’s about the extent of my palm-reading abilities. Sorry.”

He pulls his beautiful hand away to rake it through his amazing hair. “Well, I learned a lot about myself, thanks.”

I place my hands at the edge of the table in front of me and push myself against the back of my chair. This is a passionate man who will stop at nothing to make a woman come, and I can’t be that woman and I need to shift gears. “So, are you doing an ad for hair products later today or what?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

“Like this?” He points to his perfectly tousled hair. “I literally wake up with awesome hair every day. I couldn’t make it look bad if I tried.”

“That’s kind of annoying.”

“I know, but to be fair, it’s my only annoying quality.”

“Unless one considers the inability to select a decent movie to star in a quality.” Shit. Too far. I’m going too far in the other direction.

And yet, he seems totally unoffended.

“Once again, to be fair, that’s just my inability to fire my agents for encouraging me to do those mainstream movies that pay me millions of dollars so I can feed my children.”

“And you couldn’t possibly feed your children with money earned from films that don’t star former wrestlers? I’m curious—do you even read the scripts before you agree to make these movies?” Oh my God, Willa, he’s a nice dad who is exhausted and he really needs your help. Don’t be a dick.

Where’s my idiot brother?

I need to shift gears again.

And Shane Miller needs to stop staring at my mouth or I’m going to fling myself across this table and never stop kissing him.



















Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring had a fifteen-year career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn’t allowed to write about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.


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#ExcerptReveal | CURSE OF NIGHT BY T C Galinari @TERESAGCRUMPTON (November 25th 2019) @LWoodsPR

HERE’S A SNEAK PEEK AT CURSE OF NIGHT BY T.C. GALINARI! It’s releasing November 25th…

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Having slept for centuries, Giselle awakes to a boy from a different time. A boy she begins to dream about. A boy who, through the dreams she shares with him, she grows up with from a distance. But as the boy becomes a man, a threat is lurking for them all. A threat that wants nothing more than to take out Giselle, her foster father, and the dream-walking Sebastian. Will Giselle be able to keep Sebastian safe, or will she have to use her long-dormant training to teach him how to survive after he’s been changed?

ENJOY THIS EXCERPT: Sebastian

“Sebastian, I’m coming. I’ll find you.” The alluring voice floats through my mind.

That voice – so soft and soothing – I’ll never get tired of hearing it.

A figure with long hair steps out from the crop of trees, heading toward town with urgency. As she nears Main Street and the stores come into view, her pace slows. It’s very early in the morning in this sleepy town, but a few of the shops are starting to show signs of life. Strolling down the center of the road, the young woman stops at every shop that’s open.

“Excuse me,” she says stepping into the first shop. “Can you tell me where to find Sebastian Lake?”

Why is this beautiful woman asking for me now? I’ve seen her time and time again in my dreams, but she’s never been searching for me.

The woman straightening the store turns to look at her and shakes her head no in response. In the next handful of businesses she walks into, the young woman receives a variety of the same response.

I’m not surprised that the female shop owners don’t tell the stranger where I life. Most of them were friends with my mom, and since her passing, they’ve taken me under their wings, so to speak, and are quite protective of me. The girl passes the last retail shop and heads toward the local hangouts. As the young woman gets closer, her features sharpen into focus, and the recognition slams into me.

She’s the girl I saw today sitting under the tree on campus. What was the girl from my dreams doing there?

Crossing over Second Street, the woman heads for the first group of people she sees, two men standing in the middle of the road looking as if they’re lost.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sebastian Lake?” she asks once again, glancing between the men.

They both shake their heads, and she moves on. As she goes, those men watch her every move, and even though I watch from afar, there’s a niggling sensation in the back of my mind telling me these men are up to no good.

Further down the street, delivery trucks start to open, and men begin unloading supplies for the restaurants and bars scattered in this part of town. Even though I can clearly make out the men’s faces on the street as she approaches them – many of whom were friends of my dad – something keeps blocking my view of the woman. I watch as she reaches them and asks the same question she’s asked everyone else she’s come in contact with. Those same men, chefs and barkeeps accepting their early deliveries, point her down the road.

“The Lake house is a few miles down the road. It’s the last reddish-gray brick house on the right.” “Thank you,” she responds politely in her soft, musical voice. As she walks away from the last establishment, three strange men follow her, as do the first to men she came in contact with. The further away from the main road she wanders, the more talkative the men behind her become.

“Maybe we should take her with us. Isn’t she the one everyone talks about? The hunter?” one of the men murmurs.

They’re coming for you! Be careful. Protect yourself, I whisper as I watch the men corner her.

Startled by a ghastly scream, I wake from my slumber tangled in my sheets.

Was this just another dream, or was it real? Will it ever end?

About T.C. Galinari

An aspiring writer from the time she was a child, T.C. Galinari pens young adult romance and fantasy with a thrilling twist. She also writes dark supernatural fiction and contemporary romance (all for adults!) as Teresa Crumpton.

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#ReleaseBlitz | #ExcerptReveal | DARE TO EMBRACE by S B Alexander @SBALEX_AUTHOR (November 18th 2019) @ArdentPRose






































I have a decision to make—family or my career. The problem is I want both, and I don’t know how to choose.



Lacey



I promised Kade we would start a family when my baseball contract is up. But now a Triple-A ball club is interested in me. If I sign with them, getting pregnant is not an option.



The last thing I want to do is disappoint my husband, but moving up in the major leagues is vital to me.



I can’t give up what I worked so hard to achieve. But I can’t live without the man who is my everything, and if I do this, I know I risk losing him forever.



Kade



I hardly see Lacey during baseball season, but with the All-Star break in full swing, I have four blissful days to spend with my beautiful wife.



I have plans that will keep us locked away with no distractions. It will be her and me, our king size bed, and a chance to make up for lost time.



But when her agent calls, the four days turn into a shit storm.



Now, our future plans are in jeopardy.



And our marriage is on the line.



This is book 4 in Kade and Lacey’s story and is a novella (35k words). Reading order for Kade and Lacey is Dare to Kiss, Dare to Dream, Dare to Breathe, and Dare to Embrace.



Intended for audiences 18+







ABOUT THE SERIES:



The Maxwell Series is about a group of brothers who are all about family, duty, honor, and will do anything to protect those they love. Be prepared for all the feels as Kade, Kelton, Kross, and Kody put their hearts on the line.



Dare to Kiss – Kade and Lacey – Book 1

Dare to Dream – Kade and Lacey – Book 2

Dare to Love – Kelton Maxwell – Stand-alone novel

Dare to Dance – Kross Maxwell – Stand-alone novel

Dare to Live – Kody Maxwell – Stand-alone novel

Dare to Breathe – Kade and Lacey – Book 3

Dare to Embrace – Kade and Lacey – Book 4




















I would never forget that day. The bright lights in that high school parking lot had hit his face just perfectly. His copper eyes had sparkled. His long lashes had fluttered, and I remembered wondering how it would feel to have his long lashes skimming over my face or anywhere on my body.

Butterfly kisses.

He traced circles on my bare leg, eliciting a string of goose bumps. “Penny for your thoughts.” His voice was husky and downright panty-melting.

I captured his lips, pushing my tongue through until we were in a heated kiss. All that tension fell away, and before I knew what was happening, I was straddling him while his hands were on the move over my body—my waist, my breasts, my ass, everywhere.

The pounding of the rain became our music as the drops pinged off the glass top of the sunroom.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back before he began kissing my neck.

“Mr. Steel is growing,” I said through a moan.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice was raspy.

He didn’t have to say another word. In a flash, I was naked, standing before him.

He raked his gaze up then down, slow and sure. I felt like he was kissing every part of my body.

He tore off his shirt. “You’re more beautiful than the day we met.”

I licked my lips as I admired my gorgeous husband. The man was all muscle with dips and valleys on his upper torso. But the one area that always got me right where it counted were the hearts tattooed on his chest—five of them. Four of the hearts represented his siblings. The one that sat above them had my name inked inside, and that was the reason happy tears burned my eyes.

“You know we have a problem.”

One of his eyebrows went up. “Oh?”

“I’m naked, and you’re not.”

He remedied that in two seconds flat. As we both stood naked and facing each other with the rain pouring down, all the tension, problems, life, and anything or anyone who could get in our way didn’t matter.

He erased the short distance between us, bowed his head, pinched one of my nipples, and leaned into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up.”

I shivered in delight. “I love when you talk dirty. But first, you have to catch me.” I ran out of the sunroom, giggling like I was a teenager again.

He let out a belly laugh. “You know I’m faster than you.”

It was my turn to laugh as I banked a corner in the hallway that led upstairs. “Maybe. But can you find me?” Of course he could. My dad’s house wasn’t as big as our new home. The game wasn’t about whether Kade could find me or not. It was more about letting go of our problems and having fun for one night.

My bare feet slapped on the steps. I knew he could hear me.

“I always find you,” he said as his voice drew closer.






























I’m Susan Alexander, and you’ll find my books under S.B. Alexander. A little about me. I’ve been writing since 2012 and started with writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I’m always game to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just loved it. So you’ll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.

In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20 years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS. It’s a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life, laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.

But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more. I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life because it’s too darn short.

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#ExcerptReveal | JENNIFERS CHRISTMAS DADDY by Raisa Greywood @RAISA_GREYWOOD (November 15th 2019) @LWoodsPR

HOT holidays? It’s possible! Keep reading for an excerpt from Jennifer’s Christmas Daddy by Raisa Greywood.

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Santa isn’t the only one who knows a good girl when he sees one…

With no two-legged companions to share the holiday, veterinarian Jennifer Dane volunteers to take the Christmas shift at the clinic. She’s got naughty books, a fridge full of treats, and some furry friends to keep her company. Things couldn’t get much merrier. That is, until Kaden McLeod wrecks his car near the hospital, and it’s Jennifer who patches the former military man up. In the process, it quickly becomes obvious that the two have a chemistry hot enough to singe mistletoe.

A daddy with all the best sugar for good girls, Kaden quickly earns Jennifer’s trust and submission, making her purr like a kitten with his demanding but tender affection. But when an unwelcome visitor puts an end to their idyllic holiday, Kaden will be forced to do a little chasing in order to salvage the duo’s New Year.

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Kaden blinked, his vision fading in and out with the pounding in his head. The woman who had gotten him out of his car looked too small to hold his weight, but despite her diminutive size, managed to support him well enough that he could lean on her as she walked him carefully through a medical office.
Maybe things were looking up for him. Who got lucky enough to wreck right outside a hospital? But instead of taking him to a treatment room, she helped him into a shabby office with a battered brown couch and a metal desk.
When she helped him to the low couch, he sank into it gratefully. His head swam and he thought he might be sick.
“Lie down, sir. Let’s take a look at the cut on your head. I think you also have a concussion, but the only thing I have for pain is some acetaminophen.”
“What kind of hospital is this?” he muttered, lifting his hand to his aching forehead.
“It’s a veterinary clinic. I can try to call for an ambulance, though.” She pressed a button on the multi-line phone on the desk and cursed.
“Problems?” he asked, closing his eyes. Shit, his head felt like it might explode.
“No service, and I know my cell doesn’t work out here.”
Maybe he hadn’t been so lucky, after all. “Awesome,” he growled. “I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with a dog sitter.” He rubbed at his eyes, knowing he’d been unconscionably rude when she’d only been trying to help.
She arched a dark brow and her pink lips twitched up into a smile as he looked at her properly for the first time. Whoever this woman was, she was a knockout. She had big brown eyes fringed with thick lashes. Her dark hair was tied into braids on both sides of her head, making her look like a teenager. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt with a logo stitched over her left breast. He found the utter lack of artifice very attractive, certainly more so than Brittany’s too-heavy makeup and constant trips to the salon.
“Sorry, no offense. What’s your name, honey?”
“Dr. Jennifer Dane,” she replied, still giving him that half smile. “Though I do walk dogs in my free time.”

About Raisa

Author of filthy smut, empty nester, and cat snuggler, Raisa grew up in traveling all over the world with a military family, but finally settled down and married the love of her life. After nearly a quarter century together, she and her husband are still very much in love. They even hold hands in public! They share the house they bought as newlyweds with a pair of irascible cats and a big red rescue horse.

She’s worked as a teacher, an actuary (her husband called her a bookie – which isn’t too far from the truth), mother, scout leader, and is now enjoying semi-retirement.

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#ExcerptReveal | ABSOLUTION (Doms Of Club Eden) by L K Shaw @LKSHAW_AUTHOR (November 7th 2019) @LWOODSPR

Will Gina and Leo finally get their chance at love?
Find out when the next book in LK Shaw’s Doms of Club Eden series, Absolution, comes your way on November 7!!

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“Please, don’t leave me here.”
Those were the last, tearful words Gina Castillo spoke to me thirteen years ago. It killed me to go, but I was getting sucked further and further into a criminal lifestyle. I wanted more for myself. For her. So I left for the Army, knowing she’d be better off without me. Now I’m back: a better, stronger man, and Gina has grown into a beautiful woman. One who despises me. Soon I discover that all the truths I thought I left behind had been lies, and that my leaving caused nothing but heartache and destruction. Now I have to find a way to earn the forgiveness of the woman I’m coming to love.When my boss, and fellow Dominant, assigns me to be the bodyguard to a submissive, every protective instinct inside me rises. Especially when it turns out to be Gina I’m protecting. There’s nothing I won’t do for her, including destroy the enemy who threatens us both. *This book contains sensitive subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.
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EXCERPT

The volume of the music coming from the speakers grew the closer I got, and my steps slowed. The burning in my belly amplified. Right before I entered the public space, I stopped completely, closed my eyes, and counted to ten. Then I steeled my spine and moved forward with the confidence I’d been faking for a year now. It was becoming more taxing every day, and I felt ninety-six rather than twenty-six. I scanned the room looking for my friend, boss, and fellow submissive, Bridget, but stopped short when my eyes landed on him. Leonides Xavier Marshall. A boy I loved, once upon a time, but a man I’ve hated for half my life. He turned his head, as though feeling my gaze, and his eyes collided with mine. I didn’t need to be any closer to know they were gray like the darkening sky right before a storm. As always, his stare held me hypnotized until my brain caught up, and I remembered why I shouldn’t be looking at him. About LK Shaw LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and author by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.