Friday, January 19, 2018

ROCK KING ~ TARA LEIGH --> EXCERPT REVEAL & GIVEAWAY

Today we have an excerpt from ROCK KING by Tara Leigh! I’m so excited to share this with you—be sure to grab your copy on Feb 20th!

Title: ROCK KING

Author: Tara Leigh

Genre: Rockstar Romance

Release Day: Feb 20th

About Rock King:

Fans of Kristen Callihan and Kylie Scott will scream for this sizzling bad boy rock star romance!

 

I'm not who you think I am.

 

Shane Hawthorne has it all. At least, that's what the headlines say about me. I have millions of fans, awards, more money - and women - than I know what to do with. But what you don't see is the wreckage I've caused. The memories and pain I can't escape, even when I pour them into music and spin them into gold.

 

I tried to forget. To lose myself in booze and groupies. It didn't work. It hurt me and - worse - it hurt my band. That's the last thing I want to do, so I'm cleaning up my act... starting with Delaney Fraser.

 

Gorgeous, smart, drama-free, and even nice - Delaney is the perfect "girlfriend." When I'm with her I don't have to pretend. It's like she sees the real me. And I can see a future with her. But that's dangerous. Because the truth is, Shane Hawthorne doesn't actually exist. He's a shield to hide who I really am. Fraud. Runaway. Addict. Murderer.

 

And it's impossible to love a lie, right?

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Shane Hawthorne.

 

Seriously, I could get lost in his face and enjoy every minute of my journey. Glide across the high plane of his forehead, cartwheel down the sharp angles of his cheekbones, slide along his jaw to land at his mouth. Full lips, slightly crooked at one corner, smiled down at me.

 

Up close, Shane’s longish hair was a river of brown, from dusky caramel to burnished mahogany, threaded through with shades of henna, chocolate, and deepest umber. He wore a snug black button-down shirt, setting off his tall, buff physique perfectly, the sleeves rolled up just enough to catch traces of ink on his tanned forearms, leaving me fighting an urge to push aside the fabric and expose everything that remained hidden. I longed for a pocket to stuff my hands into, settling instead for awkwardly wrapping both around my sweating glass.

 

Shane eyed me curiously, as if he knew I didn’t belong. As if he knew the direction of my wholly inappropriate thoughts. “I guess you’re here for me, then.” A grin spread across his face, punctuated by a sexy-as-hell dimple in his left cheek.

 

“Me?” I choked. What on earth would Shane Hawthorne want with me? I swallowed thickly, my eyes darting around for Piper. I am so out of my league.

 

With a hand in the back pocket of his ragged jeans, Shane followed the path of my anxious stare. “Expecting someone?”

 

My focus snapped back to Shane’s face. “No.” I shook my head. “Sorry. This is just so not me. I don’t wind up at Beverly Hills parties talking to rock stars. I mean, this is crazy.” My fingers twitched. There was no part of him I could look at without wanting to touch—especially the two-day growth of scruff covering his strong jaw, which practically guaranteed goose bumps if it brushed along any part of my anatomy.

 

“Imagine how I feel.”

 

I tilted my head. “You?”

 

“Yeah. I’m usually stuck in a tour bus or chartered plane flying to some city I won’t actually see. But tonight I’m at a Beverly Hills party where I don’t really know anyone, besides my agent and a few industry suits, talking to the most gorgeous girl in the place. Pretty lucky, huh?”

 

Feeling like a complete idiot, I looked around again. And then I pointed at my collarbone with my index finger. “Me?” I repeated.

 

Shane threw back his head and laughed. Instantly I wished I could record the sound on my phone so I could play it on repeat. Forever. It was the most delicious noise I’d ever heard. “Yeah, you. Where did you come from, anyway?”

 

“Bronxville,” I squeaked.

 

Shane laughed even harder. When he finally got control of himself, he brushed at his eyes. “And do you have a name, or should I just call you Bronx all night?”

 

All night. “Delaney. Delaney Fraser.” I extended my hand.

 

“I’m Shane.” Offering his last name would have been redundant. Shane’s fingers closed around mine, the pad of his thumb pressing into the center of my palm.

 

I nearly groaned. Please don’t let go, ever. “Would I sound like a groupie if I said I already knew that?”

 

He quirked a rich, sable brow. “Are you a groupie?”

 

I shook my head. “No. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a fan.” Since high school, when lusting after rock stars I’d never meet was safer than talking to boys I encountered in my real life, who eyed my chubby body and frizzy hair with barely disguised revulsion.

 

“I do love my fans.” Shane’s throaty growl pulsed in my ears, and for a moment I let myself believe he might be flirting with me. But then I looked down, a blush staining my cheeks as a sea of uncomfortable memories rushed in. Get a grip, Delaney. Why would Shane Hawthorne ever be interested you? All those years of awkwardness, of feeling so uncomfortable I almost couldn’t bear it, were still trapped inside me even though my reflection in the mirror had changed.

 

Shane lifted his other hand to my jaw, pulling my gaze back to him. “Don’t do that.”

 

His fingertips were hot, controlling my blood flow like some kind of stylus. I could feel it rushing to the surface of my skin, surging to meet Shane’s touch. “Do what?” I asked, my voice a ragged whisper.

 

“Look away from me. I like feeling your eyes on my face.” He balled his hand into a fist against my cheek, stroking my flesh with his knuckles, each touch erasing a tiny piece of the self-conscious teen living inside me.

 

Knowing this was probably the last time I would be so close, I studied Shane. Memorized his face. His lips, I decided, were almost too full to belong on a man’s face. Tried to imagine how they would feel on mine.

 

“If you keep looking at my mouth like that, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.” Shane’s comment interrupted my perusal.

 

Color me gullible, but I couldn’t help myself. “What would happen?” I breathed. There was a moment before Shane answered, a moment when I lost myself in his eyes. His pupils were black flies caught within a whorl of amber. My heart thudded inside my chest, trapped by the darkness I saw within the depths of his gaze. Shane Hawthorne wasn’t just some vapid one-dimensional celebrity. He bristled with intensity. And even in the center of a Beverly Hills party, punctuated by popping corks and trying-too-hard laughs, waves of danger rolled off Shane’s broad shoulders, swirling around me like the chilly waters of the Pacific.

 

I should have been scared. I was, actually. But not scared off. I wanted to meld my body against Shane’s taut length, potential groupie status be damned. Desire filled my lungs, every breath a heady cocktail, and I swayed toward him, catching myself just before crashing into the perfectly carved statue wrapped in tight jeans and a shirt that did nothing to hide his rippling abs.

 

Shane stood still, watching the flicker of emotions on my face with interest. “Maybe we should go somewhere else. Somewhere with a lot less people. Somewhere we could both be wearing a lot less clothes.”

 

Pulling my eyes away from Shane’s blistering gaze, I looked down at the trail of feverish skin exposed by the plunging neckline of my borrowed dress. “I don’t think I could wear anything less and still be considered dressed.” I didn’t even recognize myself right now. Was I flirting?

 

His laugh was a caress, the rich timbre soothing nerves rubbed raw by his overwhelming presence. “That’s my point. Exactly.”

 

Breath punched from my lungs and I staggered back a step. Shane didn’t mince words, did he? I raised my face back to his, just as he reclaimed the distance I’d put between us.

 

“Let’s go,” he added, one of his hands reaching out to cup my elbow.

 

A shiver tore through me at Shane’s blunt command, reality hitting hard from the shock of his palm sliding against my skin. Instinct made me step back, out of reach. I didn’t have room in my life for Shane Hawthorne. He was a distraction I couldn’t afford. There was only one man I should be focused on right now, and he was sitting in a jail cell. Because of me. I was the only one who knew he was innocent, except he’d made me promise not to say anything. I was free because of him, but feeling alive—smiling and laughing and having fun. It had been three years since any of those things felt appropriate, or even possible.

 

Tonight, I did feel alive. And I was smiling and laughing and having fun. God, it felt so good. And so wrong.

 

There was a woman lying in a cold grave tonight whose laugh I would never hear again.

 

What Shane was offering—more of this, of him, of feeling this way—terrified me. Spending the night with Shane Hawthorne, or even just a few hours, would either be knock-my-socks-off amazing, or a bitter disappointment. Either way, when he walked away from me without a second glance, I’d be crushed.

 

I had reached my quota of broken dreams already. One more might break me.

 

“Sorry. That’s not who I am.” I forced the words out through gritted teeth, the quivering kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach launching a winged protest. I’d already started to walk away when Shane grabbed my arm, pulling me so close I could feel the washboard of muscles ridging his abdomen. His touch seared my skin, melting my willpower.

 

“Who are you?” he whispered in my ear. Shane’s breath was hot along my neck, sending ripples of need racing in all directions before making their way to one spot in particular. Throbbing en masse.

 

My resolve wavered, desperate to claim the promise shining from Shane’s eyes. The promise that he’d outshine everything in my world for just a few minutes. That he’d make me forget about the wrecking ball that had slammed into my life and shattered everything I’d ever believed in. But this kind of reaction, just from a touch…No. Any more and I’d go into toxic shock.

 

I glanced around, not wanting to make a scene, wrenching my arm from Shane’s grasp with a small grunt and forcing words past my lips that left a bitter taste in my mouth. “No one you want to know.”



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Tara Leigh attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie.




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SAVING GRACE ~ GIGI ACEVES --> COVER REVEAL

Today we have the cover reveal for SAVING GRACE by Gigi Aceves! I am so excited to share this new romance with you—check it out and grab your copy Feb 20th!



Title: SAVING GRACE

Author: Gigi Aceves

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: Feb 20th



About Saving Grace:

Grace Carmichael’s world was turned upside down when she was fifteen. The convent became her home. The Grotto her safe haven. She lived, breathed, and learned a life she never chose. Ten years later, freedom came knocking and she took a chance she never thought she would.

 

Phoenix Hayes experienced a double dose of heartache when death tragically altered his life at seventeen. Being the ultimate warrior he has never doubted a mission. Except for one — saving Grace.

 

Sometimes to find yourself you have to risk everything including your heart — even your life.



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Why did I talk Grace out of going back to the convent? I should drive back and drop her off. But I don’t because I can’t.

You can’t because it is not the right thing to do.

“Look, the plan is already in motion. To deviate now would open us to more danger, okay? I know this is too much for you, but we…you need to stay focused, okay? You with me?”

“I just want them safe. I want your family to be safe. I want you safe.”

I rub my forehead instead of screaming in annoyance. “That’s a noble thought, but you can’t have everything you want. There are just people who need saving, and there are others who do the saving; that’s all.”

Grace scoots closer to the door and away from me. “You have a way of making someone feel so terrible.”

I force out a laugh. “I’m not making you feel terrible, sweetheart. I’m just stating facts. And, sometimes, it’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna piss you off, but know that I will always tell you the truth. I’m not here to dish you a platter of bullshit.”

She unzips her purse, takes her rosary out from a brown pouch, and starts to pray. With her fingers moving along the beads and mouth in sync in prayer, I make use of the time to bury my annoyance.

Thirty minutes later, she puts her rosary back and looks straight ahead, completely ignoring me.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, but thanks for asking.”

“You must be. We’re getting food.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

The thirty-minute radio silence does nothing for my patience.

I abruptly park on the side of the road, ready to drop the mother of all bombs. “Will you drop the attitude?”

She twines her fingers, rests them on her lap, and then slowly turns to face me. “I don’t have one. I am simply agreeing with you.”

I narrow my eyes into slits. “You’re reeking of sarcasm, Grace.”

“And you’re bathed in condescension, Mr. Hayes.”

I am seconds from blowing my top when the red dot on the dashboard gets my attention. I look back, and the same SUV is about two limos away from my ass. Whoever this fucker is, he is making himself known.

It’s noted, motherfucker.



About Gigi:



I grew up in the Philippines but now live in California with my husband, two girls, and Loki, the house cat. If my husband is the yin to my yang, Andrea is the Marlin to my Dory while Allysa is the Buzz Lightyear to my Woody.

I love the beach, but I hate the sand. I love to travel, but I hate to fly. I love to eat, but I hate gaining weight—all women can relate to this. These are a few of my little quirks in life.

In addition to writing, I enjoy reading, binge-watching a new series on Netflix, watching action-packed movies, listening to my youngest sing, and observing my oldest cook. I’m an avid fan of The Walking Dead, The Brave, The Good Doctor, Scandal, and Stranger Things. I love watching reality shows, too. I love Survivor, The Amazing Race, and Big Brother to name a few.


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VERONA BLOOD ~ LILI ST. GERMAIN --> EXCERPT REVEAL

 

 

 

San Francisco is going to burn if the coveted princess of California’s criminal underworld isn’t returned to her family in one piece …

Avery Capulet is missing.

Taken by a madman. Kept in the dark.

She might not survive.

He’ll use her body. Destroy her mind. All before he ever lays a hand on her.

Rome Montague is a drug dealer. A criminal. A thief.

And he needs the secrets Avery and her family are keeping – even if it means cutting them out of her pretty Capulet flesh.

Rome Montague is missing – but nobody will miss him.

Not that it matters; After the things he’s done to this girl, he doesn’t deserve to be found.

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Prepare to step into the dark and bloody underworld of California, as Lili St. Germain brings you a modern retelling of Romeo and Juliet, in the same vein as her bestselling Gypsy brothers series.

The CALIFORNIA BLOOD series, set in the criminal underbelly of San Francisco, follows two warring families who are ruled by blood, power and twisted desire.

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AVERY

 

I need somewhere to wipe my palms; but the puffy skirt of my designer gown doesn’t seem appropriate.

“Avery Capulet, everyone!”

Five hundred pairs of eyes look my way as I sashay down the middle of the glass-ceilinged ballroom my father has decked out with nauseating arrays of flowers, of twinkling fairy lights and enough champagne to fill the San Francisco Bay that shimmers beyond the heights of our palatial hotel.

Really, that’s what it’s called: The Palatial Hotel. Because it’s like a damn palace built on the edge of the financial district, full of Austrian crystal chandeliers and Calacatta marble floors.

It’s unseasonably hot in San Francisco this year, especially since we’re in the middle of a heat wave. People in Southern California would probably laugh at us as they roast through their regular hundred-plus summer days, but in the North we’re a little more used to clouds and fog.

I could blame my sweaty palms on the heat wave, but it’s crisp and cold inside the hotel’s grand glass enclosure. Cold like a refrigerator. Like a morgue.

You’re daydreaming again, Avery.

I take a deep breath and focus on my father’s booming voice, forgetting about the crowd of family and my father’s friends. I feel like a head of cattle being marched through a market to fetch the highest bidder. Because although this is merely my twenty-fifth birthday and not an auction, almost everybody is here for one reason.

Money.

My money.

The money that, according to the antiquated rules of our family’s trust, cannot be accessed by women heirs until they marry.

Which is complete fucking bullshit. We’re living in the age of equality, yet, according to the Capulet decree, all women born bearing the Capulet name would be penniless unless they marry a man of their father’s choosing.

Arranged marriage in the twenty-first century? In America?

I almost wish somebody in the crowd would shoot me, put me out of my misery.

“Think of all that money,” I hear somebody whisper as I walk through the middle of a parted crowd. I look in the direction of the voice, finding a guilty face staring straight back at me. Jacob Goldstein. Preppy guy, Ivy League, all that crap that people spend their lives and their fortunes making sure they’ve got. I went to high school with Jacob, the most exclusive prep school on the West Coast of the United States. He’s been trying to get into my pants since his voice broke and I grew out of my sports bra. Sorry, buddy, you were never on my shortlist.

Yes, I am the only child of the most powerful man in California. Daddy has enough collective money and assets to rival anyone on the Forbes rich list, but he prefers to be discreet with his fortune. If for no other reason than the fact that his wealth isn’t entirely honest. The Capulet family is the Rothschild family of the criminal underworld. Instead of owning and controlling banks, we own and control other things. Diamonds. Guns. Drugs. People. The crisp Benjamins in our vaults might be legal tender, but they likely weren’t obtained through legal channels.

And yes, we own hotels. Lots and lots of hotels. After all, you have to launder the money somewhere, right?

My family has so much money, you could never spend it all. It’s not in any one account, or controlled by any one person, but we have enough money to burn piles of the stuff as tall as this building, and not miss it at all.

Many of the men eyeing me off in the crowd find that staggering wealth extremely attractive.

Me, I learned a long time ago that money doesn’t mean much. Beyond granting you food, and shelter, and warmth, money doesn’t do much at all. It doesn’t hold you at night when your father is still working, always working. It doesn’t help you trust anybody who might be a romantic possibility.

Money doesn’t bring your mother back from the dead after she dies giving birth to your stillborn brother when you’re twelve years old. It doesn’t help you understand why your older sister drowned in your backyard when she was about to be married off, leaving you to inherit the burden of everything she was better equipped to handle than you will ever be.

Money: I’m about to have more of it than any of these greedy fucks could imagine.

And I don’t want it.

Not a nickel. Not a penny. Not a dirty dollar bill.

But for my father, I will take it. I will assume the throne of the Capulet family. It’s my destiny, whether I want it or not.

 

 



 

Lili writes books about vengeful girls and villainous men. Her USA Today bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the club, to be released worldwide in print and ebook in 2015 by HarperCollins.

Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write

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AN UPHILL BATTLE ~ L.K. FARLOW --> RELEASE BLITZ, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY

AN UPHILL BATTLE by LK Farlow is joining us for a release blitz today! Check it out and grab your copy now!

Title: An Uphill Battle

Author: LK Farlow

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About An Uphill Battle:

Azalea Barnes has hated Drake Collins since the day he broke her teenaged heart.

Fast forward almost seven years later and her libido still hasn't gotten the memo.

Now they're frenemies... with benefits.

Which suits Azalea just fine. She gets what her body craves while keeping her heart safe.

Kind of.

Mostly.

Drake has loved Azalea since the day they met. He knows that she's his forever. Too bad she only sees him as a good time. He wants more. Needs more.

If only he could convince her that it's real this time. He's more determined than ever to prove to Azalea that chemistry like theirs doesn't exist only in the bedroom.

 

The odds may be against Drake, but he's prepared for an uphill battle.


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After two miles of running in silence, void of all our usual small talk and bullshit, Simon slows us to a slow jog. “Azalea?”

He never was one to beat around the bush, and he’s certainly never hesitated on calling me on my shit. “Yeah, Azalea.”

“Y’all ever gonna get together?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “Us getting together ain’t the problem. It’s staying together. She’s got it stuck in her pretty little head that I don’t want strings.” He shows no reaction to the fact that I just shared that Azalea and I have been sleeping together. Odd. Shaking my head, I grunt in annoyance. “Girl’s got it wrong. I want more than strings. I want chains.”

“Hmm.”

Here we go. “Hmm what, Simon?”

“Well, and this is just a thought, but have you ever actually told her you want more?”

“I mean, I guess?”

“You don’t sound so sure. You either have or you haven’t.”

“I’ve told her we were a long time coming and that I’ve always wanted her, and just today, I told her how good we are together. So, yeah, I’ve told her.” My voice comes out strong and confident. Too bad Simon’s about to crush that confidence like a tin can.

“You’re an idiot. That’s not telling her how you feel. That’s telling her you like the way she makes you feel, if you catch my drift.” Judging from the confused look on my face, Simon can see, clearly, that I’m not catching his drift. “Dude, you basically made it sound like you enjoy fucking her.”

Is he right? I mean, I do, but . . . “Aw, hell.” Yeah, he’s totally right. “I’m such an asshole.”

 


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LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever After’s.

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Thursday, January 18, 2018

MUSINGS OF A GOSSIP QUEEN ~ VICTORIA BRIGHT --> BLOG TOUR



Today we have the blog tour for MUSINGS OF A GOSSIP QUEEN by Victoria Bright! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!



Title: Musings of a Gossip Queen

Author: Victoria Bright

Genre: Romantic Comedy



About Musings of a Gossip Queen:

Thoughts of the day:

 
  1. Silas is a sex bomb
  2. Madison is determined to ruin my life
  3. Nothing online is EVER private, no matter how insane your “strong” password is.
#FML

 

Gossip queen Blake Spencer thought she received the opportunity of a lifetime when she was offered a writing position as a gossip columnist at Hot Topic magazine. By day, she’s a model columnist that quickly earns the respect of her team and boss but by night, she writes all the secrets of those around her in a password-protected blog.

 

When the office mean girl has Blake's not-so-private blog hacked and uploaded to the magazine's home page, the secrets are out and Blake's "awesome life" starts to crumble around her. With her friendships, budding relationship, and job on the line, Blake will have to decide whether being a gossip queen is worth losing everything she's worked to rebuild.

EXCERPT:

4:02pm
Outside of my apartment

I try to give Taylor the benefit of the doubt; I really do. Even though I think she’s the biggest whore alive with her different-partner-a-day lifestyle, I at least thought she had a certain standard these guys had to meet. Considering how much she likes to have sex, I can assume one of those standards would be that her boy toy doesn’t require a Viagra to get it on.

My eyes nearly fall out of my head when I step out of my apartment and meet her and her current beau, who looks old enough to be my grandfather. Taylor has her arm linked with his and is saying something that sounds flirty to him. The balding man blushes and chuckles at whatever she says to him before they realize my presence.

“This is my friend Blake, the one I was telling you about, honey,” she says. “Blake, this is my sugar daddy Grady.” Gag. I don’t even want to think about what kind of sugar she’s giving up to him. I guess that explains how her bills are still getting paid despite her complaining about not booking any gigs. Doesn’t that qualify as prostitution though? Who knows and at this point, who gives a damn. Free dress.

He extends his hand out to me. “Nice to meet you,” he says. I give his hand a firm shake and force a small smile.
“Likewise,” I say, eying Taylor. She turns to Grady and bats her eye lashes.

“Honey, Blake and I would like to go shopping to get dresses for the event tonight, but I’m a little short. It’s her birthday, so I want to treat her to something nice,” she says and pouts her full lips slightly. “May we have your gold card, please?”

“Anything for you, princess,” he coos, kissing her on the forehead. “How about I have my driver take you ladies where you want to go? I have to run a few errands in the city anyhow.”

“You always have the best ideas, honey,” she says and turns to me. “Let’s go then, Carolina,” She pulls her geriatric chaperon alongside her and head for the staircase. I exhale deeply and follow behind them. This is definitely different.




 

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Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

 

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RECOVERED ~ JAY CROWNOVER --> COVER REVEAL



 

 

From New York Times bestselling author Jay Crownover comes RECOVERED, a standalone contemporary romance that will keep you turning the pages long into the night! Check out the amazing cover below, and order your copy today!

 

 


Cover Design by Hang Le

About RECOVERED (Coming 3/27/18):

It was hate at first sight...

Affton

I hated Cable James McCaffrey.

He was entitled, spoiled, a user…and an addict.

He was out of control and didn’t bother trying to hide it.

He had everything anyone could want but still seemed miserable and lost.

Every move he made, every mistake he stumbled his way through, rubbed me the wrong way. However, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to save him from himself when no one else would. In the sweltering heat of the summer, Cable taught me that having it all means nothing if you can’t have the one thing you want more than anything else.

Cable

I was obsessed with Affton Reed.

She was rigid, uptight, and no fun. There was something about her innate goodness that called to me.

She acted like she was above all the normal faults and failures that clung to the rest of us like the scent of smoke after a fire.

I was infatuated with her, but that didn’t stop me from acting like she didn’t exist.

In the scorching heat of summer, Affton taught me that there is always a way back from the brink of despair. She showed me that the trick to having it all was realizing that it was already there, in my hands. All I had to do was hold onto it.

The road to recovery is full of twists and turns no matter who is in the driver’s seat.



 



 

 

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Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

 

 

 

 

 

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THRIVE ~ ALY MARTINEZ --> RELEASE DAY BLITZ


Today we are celebrating the release of THRIVE by Aly Martinez. Thrive is the second book in the Guardian Protection series and it can be read as a complete standalone.

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Thrive by Aly Martinez (Guardian Protection, #2)

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Synopsis:

Technically, you aren’t supposed to fall in love with your best friend’s girl.

When I was nineteen years old, I was faced with a choice that changed my life.

Keep the safety of what I already knew or risk losing everything with the young, hotheaded soldier who stole my heart.

I chose the wrong man, and for seventeen years, I paid in tears, blood, and shattered dreams for that decision.

Now, there’s a man in my house, holding a gun to my head on the order of my ex-husband—given from his prison cell.

That hotheaded soldier I was too afraid to choose? He’s now a six-foot-three wall of muscle who works at the country’s most premier bodyguard agency. I’ve always wanted him, but now, I’ve never needed him more.

It’s the call I’m terrified to make.

I’m sure he still hates me… Even though I’ve never stopped loving him.


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SINGE is the first book in the Guardian Protection Series and is FREE in KindleUnlimited

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:



Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

 

 

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