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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: FIXING HER by Miranda Elaine

FIXING HER

Series: Standalone

Author: Miranda Elaine

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: JM Walker, Just Write Creation

Release Date: June 28th, 2018

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Fixing Her, an all new friends to lovers romance

from debut author Miranda Elaine is LIVE!

Synopsis
 

When we were younger, Temperance Price was the quiet girl with dreamy eyes who hung on my every word. She was always beautiful, but I had plans to get out of Red Oak and make a life of my own.

Ten years later, a crushing tragedy has brought me home again—right back to her.

The innocent girl I left is gone, and in her place is a sassy single mom I can’t get out of my head. She’s hired me to fix her house, but I have other things in mind.

She thinks I’m just a handyman.

She thinks we’re only friends.

She thinks I’ve never noticed her.

I think what really needs to be fixed is her whole perspective.

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4 ‘Made to be mine’ Stars

 

What a DEBUT for Miranda Elaine!!! Fixing Her is an amazingly beautiful and emotional love story!

Temperance and Asher were captivated for one another in high school. He was well aware of her crush, and was just and intrigued by her, but different life goals – and a very driven man, lol – took him out of their small town for ten years. Now back after being distant for so long, when he first gets a glimpse of Temperance he’s under her shy and sweet spell. But Temperance is not the same she was once…

Refusing his friendly gesture is hard but letting him in here for anything more than his job would just be teasing my heart. And that’s a dangerous game I’m not ready to lose.

Everything in me wants this woman. Maybe I need to show her exactly how I feel. The visceral need I have for her. Every inch of my body is hard and eager to find out what her skin feels like beneath my hands.

Life has not been easy for Temperance, a single mom working three jobs to make ends meet, fully devoted to her little girl, Ellie, she has now scars of her past, and ghost that haunt her, coming to surface even more by the return of her high school crush, her dream man, Asher – who is even more deliciously handsome in his maturity. 

He’s a remarkable man. A man that in a different life, at a different time, I would fight tooth and nail to make mine.

 

This might not be your dream scenario, but he is your dream guy. You can have the life you want. You can have it all, even if it’s messy.”

So Asher has a battle on his hands, which he’s fully aware and embraces from the start, he knows that Temperance – and Ellie – are worth all the resistance that she is going to throw his way. I adore how he was so in tune with his feeling and how much he wanted and craved her from the get go. He was such a man’s man that fought for what he wanted and I LOVED that.

Temperance was a complex and intricate character, her very few relations, showed us just how loyal and devoted she was, and we could see her early-on enforced maturity, as well as her dreams and wishes. Her fears were palpable, and when the plot twist – that I have to say I guessed beforehand, lol – was revealed, I truly wish Asher had reacted in a different manner. His more than once hurtful words and actions to her, the longevity of his ‘tantrum’ (not listening) and lack of apology and grovel for this attitudes after it was all cleared out, kind of stole from my enjoyment of the story, and therefore not the five stars I would have given had he shown a bit more maturity in their issues. Nonetheless, Asher has countless moments of swoon-worthiness – specially his Asher/Ellie times, that little girl was adorable – and some amazing words and thoughts.

That woman was made to be mine, and I was made to be hers.

Fixing Her truly was a brilliant debut novel for Miranda Elaine, and with such enticing characters, and interesting secondary ones, I honestly wish Ms. Elaine will give us all of their stories in the future! A beautiful, emotional and endearing friends to lovers romance that shows just how great Miranda Elaine writing talent is. I’ll definitely be following her every step of the way, and can’t wait to see what she brings us next! <3 <3 <3 <3

I promise you this life we have will be the kind of life dreams are made of.” 
“Asher.” Her voice is soft with a slight tremble to it. “I couldn’t dream up a better life than the one you’re giving me. I love you.” 
“I love you, too. We’re going to be so happy. I promise you.”

 

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About the Author


Miranda is a loving wife and barely surviving mother of three occasionally good kids. Her hobbies include lying to herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running out of excuses when procrastinating. She’s been an avid reader since she was a young girl. Whether she’s by the pool, curled up in bed, or hiding in the closet, as long as she has a book in her hands she’s happy.

 
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RELEASE BLITZ & EXCERPT: WHISKEY GIRL by Adriane Leigh

WHISKEY GIRL

Series: Standalone 

Author: Adriane Leigh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 26th, 2018

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Synopsis

She was the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone. 

And then there was whiskey. 

Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are spent playing music in Southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the only way he knows how—at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. 

A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood couldn’t bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar well after dark, he’s forced to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night…and a few things he didn’t.

He’s her contradiction. She’s his salvation. 

A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating than the last. Until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make with himself. But this time, fate may have left an afterburn too bitter to swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.

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Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

Fallon

The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’ on killin’ herself.

Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.

Certain death for sure.

I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.

Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven, ploppin’ her in my path.

And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.

That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’, dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since.

I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of sheer muscle memory.

Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled from my fingers.

Every chord, another dagger.

Every whispered lyric, my undoing.

I still ’didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night I’d written this song in a fevered rush.

Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.

I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.

And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.

Whiskey Girl.

My poisoned lullaby.

The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.

The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.

I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.

Chasing something.

Not finding the one thing I needed.

Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I could have made.

But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find my happy.

A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood, pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she could be out there, that I was singing to her.

That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.

After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.

Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog, and a fucking minivan by now.

I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my truck and hitting the road.

I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up into me.

My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.

“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the first time.

Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet of bricks.

I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar angles of her porcelain face.

She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all right. I’d know this woman anywhere.

“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.

My whiskey girl.

My damnation and my salvation.

“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.

Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling seeing her again had left.

“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out.

And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t notwant her to either.

The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout unbearable.

“I said I needa fucking minute.” The sentence came out as more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.

I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.

I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to clear my head and process what her being here even meant.

My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.

I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys hanging from one finger.

“Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for the keys.

My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show?I shook the thought from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.

“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time, but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”

My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating every cell of me.

I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t have been surprised it was no different now.

“As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.

Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the state of Tennessee to help me deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.

Raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in her hand and won her first Young Authors award by the age of ten. She finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn’t stopped playing with words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles. 

Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She’s a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, strives to be a part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. 

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: BLACKBURN (Special Forces: Operation Alpha) by Brynne Asher

BLACKBURN

Series: Standalone (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

Author: Brynne Asher

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 26th, 2018

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Synopsis

She’s my employee.

I’m her boss’s boss. Hell, I own the company.

Pursuing Lillian Burkette was a line I shouldn’t cross.

Until a work trip from hell changed everything.

I didn’t just step over the line.  I annihilated the damn thing.  

When it comes to her, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.  I’d even kill for her.

When they say the corporate world is a jungle … they have no idea.

Warning:  This book is not appropriate for readers under the age of eighteen.

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5 ‘Adventurous Love’ Stars

WOW… Talk about finding love in the most unexpected of places… And Situations!

Brynne Asher is knocking these novellas out of park. From an amazing love story to an added suspense and plenty of steamy moments, they have it all!

Blackburn is an unconventional office romance story, that gets you hooked from the very first page to the last!

Lillian finds herself in the middle of Central America with her boss – or better, her boss’s boss – Gabriel Black Burn, who she thinks can’t stand her.

Oh, shoot. I think I just felt-up my boss. Well, my boss’s boss.

What she has no idea is that his behavior is result of months fighting his immediate attraction to her.
He’s been struggling with it for so long, and in such manner it just makes their interactions more delicious to see through is eyes, and Ms. Ashers gave us a spectacular view of his inner battle through his POV. I loved being inside his head, and witnessing his inner battle.

What’s not to love? She’s perfect.
Which is why I’m in utter, fucking, hell.

A night with Lillian Burkette.
I had no idea I could fall deeper into hell, but here I am.

Their chemistry is impossible to deny, as his both their struggle with it, but they find themselves alone and in an unforeseen and dangerous situation, those barriers they so carefully built stand no chance. All the perfect elements for a ‘forbidden’ office romance.

So, I listen but focus on Gabriel Blackburn. My boss’s boss, the person who I pray can get us out of this mess, and the man I’m seeing in a whole new light.

I just ADORED both these characters, Lillian’s snaky humor, her fire but also fragility that were a perfect match to Gabe’s sarcastic lines and protective nature. We could just feel that amazing built up blossoming and I enjoyed every second of it!

“If listening to you snore means I get to sleep next to you, baby, my ears are open and willing for as long as you’ll have me.”

Not only the physical attraction played a role, but you could feel their feeling growing and their relationship developing. The difficult circumstances just gave them the little pushed they needed.
For all of Gabe’s initial (self imposed and pretended) standoffish attitude towards Lillian, I never doubted how much he wanted her from the get go. He proved to be the definition of swoon worthy Hero, and every way!

“I’ll make you see what I know. Swear it. I’ll do anything for you,”

If she’s my prey, then she’s running straight into the lion’s den.

“Lillian.” He gives my hair a little pull and I open my eyes to look at him. “I’ll be the one holding your hand.”

The love story really was the core of it all, the romance the forefront of all the fast paced storyline.
I truly adored this story from beginning to end. The humor, the adventure, the steam and the LOVE were all present in this enticing story with a superb writing. Ms. Asher sure knows how to give us all, no matter if novella or novel length and after this PERFECT little story, I’m already counting down the days until we get more Brynne Asher’s delicious and memorable words.

“I’m a strong man, but you could break me, Lillian. Only you could bring a man like me to my knees.”
I put my lips to his neck where my face is pressed and where I never want to leave. “I’d never break you, Gabe. Never.”
“But you could,” he murmurs in my ear and presses his cock into me one more time. Fisting my hair, he holds me steady and looks straight into my eyes. “And that makes you the most powerful woman in the world.

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About the Author

 

8842946Brynne Asher grew up in the Midwest and now lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, three children and her perfect dog. When she isn’t creating pretend people and relationships in her head, she is running her kids around and doing laundry. She enjoys cooking, decorating, shopping at outlet malls as well as online and is always seeking the best deal. A perfect day in “Brynne World” ends in front of an outdoor fire with family, friends, s’mores and a delicious cocktail.

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COVER REVEAL: MIXED UP LOVE by Natasha Madison

MIXED UP LOVE

Series: Standalone

Author: Natasha Madison

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 7th, 2018

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Hunter

When my business partner asked me to do him a favor, I had no idea he was sending me on a blind date his mother arranged for him. I walked in the bar, saw the woman drinking her third martini, and knew I was in for an eventful night.

After the unexpected second date, she didn’t know my real name or who I really was. By that time, the lie was too far gone, and I wanted her too much to admit the truth.

Laney

It’s not every day you find out your ex-boyfriend is engaged.

I shouldn’t have agreed to the blind date. My mother insisted, and I wasn’t in any position to turn down a night out.

I will admit, I definitely shouldn’t have ordered that fourth martini before said blind date even arrived.

The man turned out to be swoon worthy, handsome, condescending—a perfect distraction. Then I found out he was a liar.

I’ve never been in over my head to this degree.

Then again, I’ve never been in love.

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When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

 
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COVER REVEAL: HIS TRUE QUEEN (Smoke and Mirrors Duet #2) by Jodie Ellen Malpas

HIS TRUE QUEEN

Series: Smoke and Mirrors Duology #2

Author: Jodi Ellen Malpas

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 7th, 2018

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A beautiful, defiant princess.

A renowned, sinfully gorgeous Hollywood actor.

A love affair that is sure to rock the British Monarchy…and the world.

Their love affair began intensely and passionately. Princess Adeline and Josh Jameson knew any future together was impossible—her status as a princess and his standing as a Hollywood heartthrob dictated that. But the heights of pleasure they could take each other to were wildly unanticipated by them both.

Josh’s absolute disregard for Adeline’s status quickly drew her into his hedonistic world. And her perfectly worn mask and false façade captivated Josh to the point of obsession.

The boundaries became blurred. The physical became emotional. Their hearts became entwined.

But a cruel turn of events rips their worlds apart and Adeline is more bound than ever by the protocol and expectations her title commands. The army of royal advisors who guard the secrets and scandals of the Monarchy will go to unthinkable lengths to keep the smoke and mirrors in place…and Josh away from Adeline. She knows the power she possesses comes with agonizing sacrifices. Walking away from Josh devastates her…but it keeps him safe from the corrupt institution that has ruled her life.

Yet Josh refuses to lose the woman who has consumed him so completely, distorted his boundaries, and stripped him of all sensibility.

Will the power of the British Monarchy triumph? Or will Adeline and Josh’s fierce love for each other change the course of history?

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THE CONTROVERSIAL PRINCESS (Smoke and Mirrors Duet #1)

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Jodi-7_Jodi Ellen Malpas wrote her debut series, The This Man Trilogy, in secret, worried about what people might think if they knew what her imagination was capable of. She was shocked herself. But she finally found the courage to unleash her creative streak and self-published THIS MAN – the first book of the This Man Trilogy – in October 2012. She took a chance on the story with a hero who soon became one of modern day fictions most prolific alpha male characters. Jesse Ward – also affectionately known as The Lord of The Manor, sparked incredible reactions from women across the globe and catapulted Jodi into the world of women’s fiction.

Jodi went on to self-publish the second book in the trilogy, Beneath This Man in Jan 2013, just before Grand Central Publishing, part of the Hachette Book Group, picked up the popular trilogy and the unknown Jodi. The third book of the trilogy, This Man Confessed, took Jodi to the top of the bestsellers lists, earning her the proud title of #1 New York Times Bestselling Author. This Man has since been voted one of the top romance novels of all time.

With so much love, enthusiasm and a thirst for her words from her readers, Jodi suddenly wasn’t afraid of her imagination anymore. She went on to write The One Night Trilogy with the delectable and mysterious Miller Hart, and stole the hearts of her readers once again. Her first stand-alone novel, THE PROTECTOR,  released in September 2016 and has since been nominated for a Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. Jodi’s next stand-alone novel. THE FORBIDDEN, is set for release in August 2017.

All seven of her published novels have hit the New York Times best sellers list – as well as the Sunday Times list and various international best seller lists. Her work is now published in over 24 languages across the world.

Jodi was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her two boys and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a mojito addict, is famous for her obsession with Converse, and has a terrible weak spot for Alpha Males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion – a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.

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COVER REVEAL: FIXING HER by Miranda Elaine

FIXING HER

Series: Standalone

Author: Miranda Elaine

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: JM Walker, Just Write Creation

Release Date: June 28th, 2018

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Synopsis
 

When we were younger, Temperance Price was the quiet girl with dreamy eyes who hung on my every word. She was always beautiful, but I had plans to get out of Red Oak and make a life of my own.

Ten years later, a crushing tragedy has brought me home again—right back to her.

The innocent girl I left is gone, and in her place is a sassy single mom I can’t get out of my head. She’s hired me to fix her house, but I have other things in mind.

She thinks I’m just a handyman.

She thinks we’re only friends.

She thinks I’ve never noticed her.

I think what really needs to be fixed is her whole perspective.

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Miranda is a loving wife and barely surviving mother of three occasionally good kids. Her hobbies include lying to herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running out of excuses when procrastinating. She’s been an avid reader since she was a young girl. Whether she’s by the pool, curled up in bed, or hiding in the closet, as long as she has a book in her hands she’s happy.

 
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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: UNCONSCIOUS HEARTS (Hearts of Vegas #1) by Harper Sloan

UNCONSCIOUS HEARTS

Series: Hearts of Vegas #1

Author: Harper Sloan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 12th, 2018

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Synopsis

Ari Daniels didn’t count on her whole world tumbling down around her in a mess of shredded promises, broken love, and unbelievable heartbreak. Alone and stricken with grief, she shouldered the blame and eventually closed her heart off, refusing to open it for another.  After all, anytime she tried, guilt and regret were waiting in the wings to remind her how painful it was.

A bet and one steamy night with a stranger force Ari to confront all she’s been hiding behind.  She tries to move on, but he refuses to stand down, wanting what she is terrified to give—herself.  This man may very well destroy her in the end, especially when it’s clear he has his own demons. 

What happens when two broken souls come together, finally allowing themselves to believe in the beauty of love … only to have to fight harder than ever to keep it.   

 

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His eyes get hard for a beat before his features smooth back out.  “Yeah, beyond sure.  No one to pass this shit down to, and even if there was, I wouldn’t be givin’ someone ideas of materialistic bullshit if I did.  More to life than all this shit.”

“Okay, well, in that case …” I cough, not wanting to fight with him about our views when it comes to expensive wants versus needs.  Last time I tried to argue the benefits of learning to care for and value something you work hard to buy, I had a black eye for almost two weeks.   “In that case, I’m prepared to offer you a lump sum as a buyout for the whole collection, but I also want to mention, again, that consignment would be a more lucrative approach.  Our buyout is just a standard percent of resale value, but consignment would allow us to mark up each to give you a larger profit.”

“Told you, babe, want it gone.  I don’t give a shit about making it more lucrative.  Look around you, hardly hurting.”

“Still, it’s my obligation to make sure you’re informed.”

“Consider me informed.”

“Okay … so I can offer a tentative amount of three million.  I would need more time to inspect each item in depth for any defects that could affect the value and also to research a few pieces I feel may be limited editions so that could also affect the value.  Meaning that amount could go up or down, but I wouldn’t expect it to be less than two point five or more than four point seven-ish.  I wouldn’t need but maybe five days tops, and I can come during the day if that works better for your schedule.”

“You get this gone in two days, and I’ll take one mil.”

My whole body jerks back as if I had been slapped, staring at him like he was absolutely insane. 

“That’s absolutely insane,” I tell him, voicing my thoughts.

“No, that’s me not giving a shit and wanting it gone so I can get out of this place and sell it and all this shit some hand with care placed around each room.  Woulda left this shit in and sold it with the house, but for some reason I’ll never understand, you’re here, and I still just want it gone.  You don’t need five days when I’m taking a two mil hit, babe.  That would waste your time and mine, and I’m not a huge fan of wasting my time.  Way I see it, you win, and I get a cold mil for some shit I didn’t buy nor care about.  So you get this shit outta here, and all I need is that.”

“Thorn, I can’t in good conscience accept that.”

“Then dirty that conscience up and laugh your tight little ass all the way to the bank.  Don’t give a shit as long as it’s gone, and I don’t have to do anything to make it that way.”

“This is insanity.”

“Insanity would be tossing it all at the Goodwill drop-off.  I’m making money.  You’re making money.  Only thing sweeter than making money is doing it while I’m getting my cock wet, and babe, that only happens when my stock rises at the same time my cock does.”  He steps closer, and I back into the island, my chest burning as I hold my breath.  “Course, never had four mil worth of shit to sell to a woman who makes my cock rise without even trying.”

“Thorn,” I whisper, placing my hand against his hard chest with the intention of pushing him back.  Only, the second his warmth burns through his shirt and hits my skin, I can’t move an inch.

“Ari,” he mocks, his eyes bright.

“I, uh, the paperwork …” I close my eyes and focus on my breaths and the words my mouth can’t seem to form.  When my heart slows enough that I won’t die of a heart attack right here in heaven, I look back up at him.  “You’re breaking my brain, Thorn.  Please step back so I can think clearly without my body trying to die on me.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he continues to gaze down at me, but he does step back.  My arm falling down to my side.

“As much as I wish I could have this room cleared out for you tomorrow, it will take at least until late Monday.  I’ll need to meet with you beforehand to have some legal paperwork signed for the sale due to its size.  But my lawyer is an old family friend, so I can have that by tomorrow around dinnertime, if you wouldn’t mind meeting me to take care of that.  I won’t be able to get the cashier’s check until after those are signed, so late Monday is the best I can offer you.”

“Want this shit gone, but it’s hardly a hardship to wait a few more days if that means I’ve got a few more opportunities to try to make you want me as much as you want this shit around you,” he says, his deep voice thick with desire.

“Good heavens, you don’t stop, do you?”

“Not unless you beg, babe.”

“I think it’s best we went back to keeping things professional, Mr. Evans.”

This time, it isn’t a ghost of a smile on his lips.  Oh, no.  Not this time.  If I thought he was handsome before this moment, I was a fool.  Because Thorn Evans giving you his full, unhindered smile and a gaze so thick with unspoken promise as it washes over you and creates a fire of the desire you already felt … well, that expression on him turns him from sinfully hot to heart-stopping and irresistible instantly.

“It would take me five minutes to get you to beg me for it, Ms. Daniels.  Admit it.”

Offended at the thought that I’m easy, I narrow my eyes.  Finally.  At least anger is an emotion I’ve had plenty of practice dealing with.  “I’m not sure what kind of women you’re used to, but I promise you, I am not that type of woman.”

“Maybe three,” he oddly says, ignoring me.

“Three, what?” I snap.

“Minutes, sweetness.  Three minutes and you’d be begging me for all this shit and my cock.”

My mouth flounders, and I gasp.

“Though, pretty sure I could get that in less than a minute and get you doin’ all the work while I watch from my back.”

My arm is up, palm cracking against his cheek before I have the ability to do anything to stop it.  “I think we’re done here.”

I walk around him, ready to find my way out and let him find someone else to take all of this off his hands even if it kills a little part of my lux loving soul.  When his hand curls around my bicep—not painfully, but firm enough to make me stop—I look over my shoulder with a frown.  For a man who was just slapped, he looks almost gleeful.

“One minute, Ari.  Give me a minute and if you aren’t ready to beg me for it, when those sixty seconds are up, you can take this shit and not give me a penny for it.”

Walk away, Ari.  Walk.  Away.  No amount of money is worth being some man’s whore.

Spinning away from his hold, I jerk my arm free and step toward him with a roll up to my toes, getting my face as close to his as I can.  His scent overwhelms me. The subtle notes of his cologne fog my rational thought, making me drunk with need, and I sway slightly before correcting myself.

“Thirty seconds,”  I retort, my jaw tight with stubbornness.  

I’m not sure who I shocked more—him or me.  I have my answer, though, when I see victory flash in his eyes.  Oh, my God … what have I done?

“You’re on,” he agrees, his eyes alight with the promise backed up by his devilish grin.

I nod, incapable of anything more.  I stand there in shocked silence as he takes my phone, his thick fingers moving quickly over the screen.  I vaguely hear a chime from his pocket and before I can so much as blink, he’s handing me my things.

“Tomorrow, I’ll text you.  Paperwork first, then you beg.”

I gulp, jerk my head in what I hope resembles a nod of agreement, and then … I flee.

 

4.5 ‘Beating for each other’ Stars

OH MY HEART…. This book is pure romance GOLD!!!

Unconscious Hearts may very well be Harper Sloan’s best work to date. The heart pounding emotional charge, the unmeasurably SCORCHING sexy times, an ALPHA to the max hero and, a sassy and sweet as can be heroine that thinks herself broken, proved to be the winning formula in every way, because from the very first line, I couldn’t. PUT. IT. DOWN!!!

I may be broken, but I’m not shattered.

You saw him. He practically has ‘I can make you forget everything you ever knew and love it’ seeping from his skin. A man that lethal can do a lot of damage.

Lets just say that the circumstances where Thorn and Ari saw each other for the first time were very particular, and maybe the reason it took me a while to warm up to him and his bit on the crass side way of mentioning women, besides Ari and her friends/family. 

After it is revealed how Thorn was ALL about Ari from that very first look, and how obsessed he was with just that brief eye connection from across the room, make me swoon and fall in love with him on the spot. 

Something so simple as seeing a beautiful stranger across the room had hit me right in the chest and changed my life … starting the wheels in motion to heal hers and, fuck, probably mine too. 

Ari has been (not) living so many years now with guilt, fear and pain of loss that she considers herself meant to be forever alone. For more than seven years, Piper, her best friend has been her only supporting rock, and she refuses to let anyone near her.

That is, until Fate brings Thorn, the man she shared that heated connection on the bar some weeks prior, right to her doorstep, or should I say store?! 😉

Mind and body. 
All-consuming. 
Overwhelming. 
Full-bodied.

Their chemistry is OFF THE CHARTS! So much so that none of them is able to deny it when in close proximity, they are just that drawn and affected by the other. Even never having experienced this level of attraction to another person in his life, Thorn immediately knows their connection is unique and will do ANYTHING to show Ari just that. 

With the taste of her skin still on my tongue, teasing me, I promise myself that she will be mine. Even if I lose, I’m winning Ari Daniels. 
No matter the cost.

I just wish he hadn’t resorted to that particular method – or better yet, public exposure level – to make Ari admit her desire for him. Excluding his approach her and the setting of their first meeting, Ms. Sloan gave us a true Alpha diamond in this man, he was just THAT good!

“You woke something up inside me that had been unconscious for a long time, Ari. I’m not even sure there was a time it wasn’t just beating through life, completely worthless aside from the job it did to keep me breathing. God, baby.”

Thorn Evans had a terrible past of his own, so if someone can understand Ari’s broken soul is his, and that just proves how perfect match their are to one another. Only Thorn could heal Ari, and Ari was the only possible person to heal him. Both are ashamed and feel guilt for their past, in different ways, but their growing love and hope, just show how beautiful their future can be. 

Everyone has a past, just like everyone has a future. You got both now, and something tells me you’ve earned that just as much as Ari has.”

I absolutely adored the maturity and realism of all characters. Harper Sloan truly did a masterful work when creating Thorn and Ari. Complex but yet so relatable, bringing up in us all the emotions they go through as couple and as individual, it’s fantastic to feel. 

Not only the emotional heavy moments are the ones giving us all the feelings. The sexiness and sizzling hot scenes between this two, were award worthy! This man and his deliciously dirty mouth in all in Alpha gloriousness were a true thing of beauty…

“Ari. I come over there, you’re going to find out there are still a few spots I can make sore that you haven’t discovered or even dreamed of. ”

And like I mentioned before, not only his smoking hotness and utter DEVOTION to Ari stole my heart, but his loving words and actions will stay branded in my mind and transported him to Best Book Boyfriend list! Every single word we could FEEL it came from his very core, from his HEART! And they were oh so swoon worthy!

She owns me. Completely. Just like I own her.

My heart wasn’t unconscious anymore. 
No. 
Now it was beating for everything.

There were so many brilliant things about this book: from the unparalleled main characters, to all those rich and enticeful secondary characters whose stories I’m already dying to read (I need Piper and Wilder story STAT!!), the enrapturing and well constructed world and subplot Harper Sloan gave us, and most of all the BEAUTIFUL and EPIC love story that is Thorn and Ari’s, impeccably wrapped up in that Epilogue and that PERFECT little bonus. Unconscious Hearts is the very essence and example of why I adore reading Romance so much: a true HEA perfection! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“You love me?” 
“You woke me up and gave me my dreams. Of course, I love you.” 
“You know I love you?” 
“Your heart beats for me.”

“You’re my everything, babe.” 
“I beat for you, Thorn.” 
“And I beat right back, baby. I’ll never stop.”

Beating for each other. 
The two unconscious hearts that woke up to their everything.

 

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Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

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RELEASE BLITZ & EXCERPT: UNCONSCIOUS HEARTS (Hearts of Vegas #1) by Harper Sloan

UNCONSCIOUS HEARTS

Series: Hearts of Vegas #1

Author: Harper Sloan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 12th, 2018

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Synopsis

Ari Daniels didn’t count on her whole world tumbling down around her in a mess of shredded promises, broken love, and unbelievable heartbreak. Alone and stricken with grief, she shouldered the blame and eventually closed her heart off, refusing to open it for another.  After all, anytime she tried, guilt and regret were waiting in the wings to remind her how painful it was.

A bet and one steamy night with a stranger force Ari to confront all she’s been hiding behind.  She tries to move on, but he refuses to stand down, wanting what she is terrified to give—herself.  This man may very well destroy her in the end, especially when it’s clear he has his own demons. 

What happens when two broken souls come together, finally allowing themselves to believe in the beauty of love … only to have to fight harder than ever to keep it.   

 

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Excerpt

His eyes get hard for a beat before his features smooth back out.  “Yeah, beyond sure.  No one to pass this shit down to, and even if there was, I wouldn’t be givin’ someone ideas of materialistic bullshit if I did.  More to life than all this shit.”

“Okay, well, in that case …” I cough, not wanting to fight with him about our views when it comes to expensive wants versus needs.  Last time I tried to argue the benefits of learning to care for and value something you work hard to buy, I had a black eye for almost two weeks.   “In that case, I’m prepared to offer you a lump sum as a buyout for the whole collection, but I also want to mention, again, that consignment would be a more lucrative approach.  Our buyout is just a standard percent of resale value, but consignment would allow us to mark up each to give you a larger profit.”

“Told you, babe, want it gone.  I don’t give a shit about making it more lucrative.  Look around you, hardly hurting.”

“Still, it’s my obligation to make sure you’re informed.”

“Consider me informed.”

“Okay … so I can offer a tentative amount of three million.  I would need more time to inspect each item in depth for any defects that could affect the value and also to research a few pieces I feel may be limited editions so that could also affect the value.  Meaning that amount could go up or down, but I wouldn’t expect it to be less than two point five or more than four point seven-ish.  I wouldn’t need but maybe five days tops, and I can come during the day if that works better for your schedule.”

“You get this gone in two days, and I’ll take one mil.”

My whole body jerks back as if I had been slapped, staring at him like he was absolutely insane. 

“That’s absolutely insane,” I tell him, voicing my thoughts.

“No, that’s me not giving a shit and wanting it gone so I can get out of this place and sell it and all this shit some hand with care placed around each room.  Woulda left this shit in and sold it with the house, but for some reason I’ll never understand, you’re here, and I still just want it gone.  You don’t need five days when I’m taking a two mil hit, babe.  That would waste your time and mine, and I’m not a huge fan of wasting my time.  Way I see it, you win, and I get a cold mil for some shit I didn’t buy nor care about.  So you get this shit outta here, and all I need is that.”

“Thorn, I can’t in good conscience accept that.”

“Then dirty that conscience up and laugh your tight little ass all the way to the bank.  Don’t give a shit as long as it’s gone, and I don’t have to do anything to make it that way.”

“This is insanity.”

“Insanity would be tossing it all at the Goodwill drop-off.  I’m making money.  You’re making money.  Only thing sweeter than making money is doing it while I’m getting my cock wet, and babe, that only happens when my stock rises at the same time my cock does.”  He steps closer, and I back into the island, my chest burning as I hold my breath.  “Course, never had four mil worth of shit to sell to a woman who makes my cock rise without even trying.”

“Thorn,” I whisper, placing my hand against his hard chest with the intention of pushing him back.  Only, the second his warmth burns through his shirt and hits my skin, I can’t move an inch.

“Ari,” he mocks, his eyes bright.

“I, uh, the paperwork …” I close my eyes and focus on my breaths and the words my mouth can’t seem to form.  When my heart slows enough that I won’t die of a heart attack right here in heaven, I look back up at him.  “You’re breaking my brain, Thorn.  Please step back so I can think clearly without my body trying to die on me.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he continues to gaze down at me, but he does step back.  My arm falling down to my side.

“As much as I wish I could have this room cleared out for you tomorrow, it will take at least until late Monday.  I’ll need to meet with you beforehand to have some legal paperwork signed for the sale due to its size.  But my lawyer is an old family friend, so I can have that by tomorrow around dinnertime, if you wouldn’t mind meeting me to take care of that.  I won’t be able to get the cashier’s check until after those are signed, so late Monday is the best I can offer you.”

“Want this shit gone, but it’s hardly a hardship to wait a few more days if that means I’ve got a few more opportunities to try to make you want me as much as you want this shit around you,” he says, his deep voice thick with desire.

“Good heavens, you don’t stop, do you?”

“Not unless you beg, babe.”

“I think it’s best we went back to keeping things professional, Mr. Evans.”

This time, it isn’t a ghost of a smile on his lips.  Oh, no.  Not this time.  If I thought he was handsome before this moment, I was a fool.  Because Thorn Evans giving you his full, unhindered smile and a gaze so thick with unspoken promise as it washes over you and creates a fire of the desire you already felt … well, that expression on him turns him from sinfully hot to heart-stopping and irresistible instantly.

“It would take me five minutes to get you to beg me for it, Ms. Daniels.  Admit it.”

Offended at the thought that I’m easy, I narrow my eyes.  Finally.  At least anger is an emotion I’ve had plenty of practice dealing with.  “I’m not sure what kind of women you’re used to, but I promise you, I am not that type of woman.”

“Maybe three,” he oddly says, ignoring me.

“Three, what?” I snap.

“Minutes, sweetness.  Three minutes and you’d be begging me for all this shit and my cock.”

My mouth flounders, and I gasp.

“Though, pretty sure I could get that in less than a minute and get you doin’ all the work while I watch from my back.”

My arm is up, palm cracking against his cheek before I have the ability to do anything to stop it.  “I think we’re done here.”

I walk around him, ready to find my way out and let him find someone else to take all of this off his hands even if it kills a little part of my lux loving soul.  When his hand curls around my bicep—not painfully, but firm enough to make me stop—I look over my shoulder with a frown.  For a man who was just slapped, he looks almost gleeful.

“One minute, Ari.  Give me a minute and if you aren’t ready to beg me for it, when those sixty seconds are up, you can take this shit and not give me a penny for it.”

Walk away, Ari.  Walk.  Away.  No amount of money is worth being some man’s whore.

Spinning away from his hold, I jerk my arm free and step toward him with a roll up to my toes, getting my face as close to his as I can.  His scent overwhelms me. The subtle notes of his cologne fog my rational thought, making me drunk with need, and I sway slightly before correcting myself.

“Thirty seconds,”  I retort, my jaw tight with stubbornness.  

I’m not sure who I shocked more—him or me.  I have my answer, though, when I see victory flash in his eyes.  Oh, my God … what have I done?

“You’re on,” he agrees, his eyes alight with the promise backed up by his devilish grin.

I nod, incapable of anything more.  I stand there in shocked silence as he takes my phone, his thick fingers moving quickly over the screen.  I vaguely hear a chime from his pocket and before I can so much as blink, he’s handing me my things.

“Tomorrow, I’ll text you.  Paperwork first, then you beg.”

I gulp, jerk my head in what I hope resembles a nod of agreement, and then … I flee.

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

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Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn’t writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: CAPTIVATED by Tessa Bailey and Eve Dangerfield

CAPTIVATED

Series: Standalone

Author: Tessa Bailey and Eve Dangerfield

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 11th, 2018

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Synopsis

Secret aspiring comedian Autumn Reynolds is a girl gone…not wild exactly. More like lazy. Since her boyfriend abandoned her in New York City for a bunch of improv groupies she’s had two priorities; sucking the nitrous out of whipped cream cans and making sex comics about her mysterious landlord.

Blake hates people—and sunlight—with good reason. Imagine his surprise when he finds himself lusting after his upstairs tenant, a sunny, Australian people pleaser down on her luck. Turns out his ability to terrify with a single scowl comes with an advantage. Autumn seems to like it. A lot. As evidenced by the prisoner-captive comic Blake was never meant to see. 

As they embark on a three-date arrangement the rules are clear; filthy, ground breaking sex, no feelings or commitment required. When chemistry is this strong, though, attachment follows. As Blake and Autumn attempt to negotiate their New York romance, their prior histories and secret dreams come to the foreground. How long can these polar opposites remain Captivated, when all signs point to disaster?

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Excerpt

“Ms. Reynolds, you were telling me why you chose to draw me into your sex-picture.”

Several beats passed as her gaze dipped to his bare chest and traveled the length of him, top to bottom, side to side. “I really hope you won’t be offended, but you’re rather large and spectacularly intimidating and I’ve always had a-a…wish.” Her chest rose and plummeted, her words puffing out like little gusts. “A fantasy, really. To be jailed. Kept prisoner. Your likeness is sort of reminiscent of someone who could—not would, just could—do that to me.”

The blood running through his body rose a thousand degrees in temperature. “It turns you on. The idea of me holding you captive.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, but not before he caught sight of her stiff nipples poking through her t-shirt. “I guess you could say that. But—”

“Do we fuck, Ms. Reynolds? In that little head of yours?”

A squeak left Autumn and he watched as her thighs pressed together. “Um, maybe? I mean yes. Regularly, I’m afraid.”

Unbelievable. They’d barely exchanged a word since she moved in, yet they’d been mentally screwing each other’s brains out from two floors away. “Do you still want to know the face I made when I saw the drawing?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean…it was a good face, right?”

Blake advanced on her, cataloguing everything. The way she backed up, then steeled her spine and attempted to hold her ground. The way she shivered and glanced at the door. Her very real apprehension forced him to make a decision. “Go home.”

Her expression was the physical embodiment of a record scratch. “Wait. What?”

“Go home, Fun-Size.” He took the drawing out of his pocket and offered it to her. “I don’t hold scared little girls prisoner, even if I look like I do.”

4.5 ‘Underwear Incinerating’ Stars 

 

BOOOMMMM… I’m completely and utterly blown away by this pair: Blake and Autumn were the PERFECT match, and the same can be said by the duo Tessa Bailey and Eve Dangerfield: PERFECT COMBO!!! 

Captivated is a sweet, hilarious, emotional and ULTRA SEXY – aka not for the faint of heart or public consumption ;P – love story with such charismatic and complex characters that no doubt will pull you in from the very first scene to the very end, just like they did to me. Totally hooked on Blake and Autumn at first sight! <3

Scary and growly as The Landlord was, he was the perfect man to slot into her dark fantasies. Grizzled like a bear, big and mean.

He’d never been drawn to a woman to the point of suffering, but somehow this tiny girl managed to pack a wallop. One that left him dazed whenever they crossed paths.

I honestly love an odd pairing, so it’s no wonder I fell in adoration with these two. Blake, the broody and giant landlord, with his ‘stay-away’ vibe, was completely captivated by the Australian little sweet and bubbly vet, and aspiring comedian, Autumn, from the very first  time he set eyes on her, when he showed her and her asshole of a boyfriend their apartment six months prior. 

Now, two weeks after Autumn breaks up after finding out her cheating ex’s escapes with comedian groupies, she’s been letting her depressive state allow herself to fantasize with her big and dark recluse landlord. He has no idea that he’s been starring her dark fantasies, so when chance show him just how reciprocated that attraction that he never though possible is -in one of the most hilarious scenes of the book! – he take that opportunity with both hands (and other appendages, lol) and they start one hell of a scorching HOT ride!

Because for all his and Autumn’s differences—sunny versus dark, chatty versus voluntarily mute—they had something in common now.

OMG, this man!!!! He may be a broody, hermit, and even sometimes mean, but his internal thought regarding Autumn just made me melt and swoon! And their teasing pet naming of beauty and Beast was spot one in more ways than one! Blake practically worshipped this woman, he was so protective and loving, attentive to her every thought and desire it’s no wonder she grew more and more infatuated by this man. I adore a good silent and grumpy hero, specially a PMB (a lot like Tessa Bailey’s Duke, actually) add to it Blake swoon-worthy care and devotion towards her, and he absolutely reveals himself a unquestionable BEST BOOK BOYFRIEND material!

Watching her move among his things, possessions no one touched but him, Blake had the urge to pick things up and rub them on her skin.

He took a mental snapshot of her unimaginable beauty, the vulnerability and strength of her, before dropping to his own knees. Pain? What pain? He could be missing his fucking leg and he would have found a way to kneel in front of her. To join himself with this girl.

 

They were both in this together. Deep. Autumn needed to be a prisoner and his desire to give her everything made him crave the role. 
It’s mine. 
She’s fucking mine.

What made him even more perfect for Autumn was that he was also her perfect match in her secret sexual cravings – her abduction fantasies – and oh boy did he fit those fantasies to a T! This book was one of hottest I have ever read, and that is saying  A LOT, and the role playing aspect added to a trademark Tessa Bailey’s filthy talker in Blake, this was definitely an ‘cold shower required’, well endowed NC-17! 

She would have to take back what she’d thought about Blake being bad at talking. Her insanely monosyllabic date was apparently some kind of filth wizard, taking nothing and spinning it into pure gorgeous filth.

Knowing she’d been angry with him made Blake want to give her orgasms. Loud, scratching, sweaty ones.

Oh yeah. He definitely wanted to give her orgasms. And more apologies. The kind he’d issue inside her, grinding his cock against her G-spot.

“Might have to risk people noticing you’re gone, though, won’t I? Can’t see me getting my fill anytime soon. I’m going to wear my cock out taking you.”

I expected the filthy talking Blake – we are talking about Tessa Bailey, the QUEEN of dirty takers, after all – but the level of panty obliteration this man achieved with his magnetism, words and action was a thing of beauty, and in need of worship itself! Blake is now one of my all time favorite TB Heroes, and a hard one to beat! Sigh…

The connection between their bodies was so fluent, it could have served as a UN interpreter. She’d never felt so utterly wild, yet completely safe.

“I know there’s more to you than just your fantasies, Autumn.”

The chemistry was so palpable that practically jumped of the pages, and Autumn’s sassy but sweet, innocent but absolutely hilarious lines and thoughts, were the perfect contra-balance for the emotionally charged scenes and OTT HOT sexy moments. This was my first time reading Ms. Dangerfield’s work, and I can honestly say it won’t be the last. Autumn was so adorably enrapturing, even though she never realized that herself, she really was the Sunshine and Fun-Sized that Blake to call her. She was just as refreshing as Blake was powerful, and together they really made the perfect couple! 

God, this man. This man and his body and his words, it was more than a girl could take.

But words weren’t enough for this girl he’d fallen in love with. She would get the world from him.

There were so many good lines, special and epic scenes, and feels it’s very hard to be able to put in to words just how much these two made me feel. Captivated truly captivated me at first glimpse and made me crave for even more gems from these two ladies. Tessa Bailey with her filthy taking epic alphas and Eve Dangerfield with her sassy, funny and sweet heroines are most definitely a winning combination! Can’t wait to see what more they bring us!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Unbelievable. His intention might have been to heal Autumn, but she’d been the one to heal him.

“You made me want to be in the sun again. You made me want to be the one who…gave you the sun.”

“You’ve tamed a beast, beauty.”

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About the Author

TESSA BAILEY

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Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days. 

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. 

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eleven years and six-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.

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EVE DANGERFIELD

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Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels ever since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex young women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her sister and a zen-like rabbit named Billy. When she’s not writing she can usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at once. Calling her an author will get you kissed* 

*circumstances are subject to change.

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COVER REVEAL: MESS ME UP (Bear Bottom MC #1) by Lani Lynn Vale

MESS ME UP

Series: Bear Bottom MC #1

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Photographer: Furious Photog

Model: Jeremy Mooney

Release Date: September 6th, 2018

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Today we’re revealing the first book in a new series, Bear Bottom MC

from USA Today BestSelling Author Lani Lynn Vale.

MESS ME UP is releasing September 6th!

Pre-order it now!

Synopsis
 

When Rome Pierce moved to Bear Bottom, Texas, it was his intention to lay low. To not be seen. To find a way to heal his body and soul—as well as his son’s.

Nobody would know by looking at him that he used to play professional football. Not with the Bare Bottom MC cut covering his back, and definitely not with his friendly smile completely obliterated.

No longer is there charm in each smooth word that comes out of his mouth. What’s left is an angry, bitter, scared man that’s terrified one day he’s going to wake up and his entire world is going to be gone.

Nobody knows what drove him to leave the game he loved—nobody but her.

She’s the one person that has helped him make it through the dark days and even darker nights. She’s the bright and shining star in his pitch-black sky.

And he doesn’t even know her name.

He should be afraid that she knows things that not anyone—not even his best friend—knows.

Yet, with each encounter, he gives what little bit of his soul remains, and before he knows it only two people on this earth—one dying, and one too afraid to live—make his life worth living.

Until one day he has to choose—the love of his life, or the life he brought into this world.

Two impossible situations. One decision that would change him forever.

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About the Author


LaniLynnVale

Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over thirty titles.  She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in her favorite chair reading.

Lani is married with three children, and lives in the Great State of Texas.

 
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