Sunday, April 10, 2016

99 pennies Sale: Scoring Wilder by R.S. Grey






Scoring Wilder will be on sale for 99¢ for one weekend only! April 8th-April10th!

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#1 Bestselling Sports Romance

What started out as a joke-- seduce Coach Wilder--soon became a goal she had to score.

With Olympic tryouts on the horizon, the last thing nineteen-year-old Kinsley Bryant needs to add to her plate is Liam Wilder. He's a professional soccer player, America's favorite bad-boy, and has all the qualities of a skilled panty-dropper.

* A face that makes girls weep - check.
* Abs that can shred Parmesan cheese (the expensive kind) - check.
* Enough confidence to shift the earth's gravitational pull - double check.

Not to mention Liam is strictly off limits. Forbidden. Her coaches have made that perfectly clear. (i.e. "Score with Coach Wilder anywhere other than the field and you'll be cut from the team faster than you can count his tattoos.") But that just makes him all the more enticing...Besides, Kinsley's already counted the visible ones, and she is not one to leave a project unfinished.

Kinsley tries to play the game her way as they navigate through forbidden territory, but Liam is determined to teach her a whole new definition for the term "team bonding."

A fun & sexy New Adult Romance (age 17+)


"Scoring Wilder is a fun, sexy forbidden romance with a bad boy hero who will melt your heart. Be prepared to swoon over Liam Wilder!"
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"We're officially obsessed with Liam Wilder and are GIDDY about this book! Incredibly sexy, fun, & hilarious. Kinsley is exactly the heroine we love, strong and sassy. Her monologue had us cracking up & doing virtual high-fives. Liam *sigh* is a panty melter!"
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"I loved every word...I will admit that what made this book stand out for me was Kinsley. She was such a great heroine - funny, strong, confident and a little bit quirky. I loved her! All in all, Scoring Wilder was an absolutely fantastic read about finding the courage to go after what your heart desires. "
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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Perception by Kaithlin Shepherd

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Title:  Perception
Author:  Kaithlin Shepherd
Release Date:  March 25, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Series:  Brass Series, Book 2
Cover Designer:  Claire Smith 
Publisher:  Hot Tree Publishing
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One look at Annabelle Stevens and no one would ever know she’s a top Assistant US Attorney. When a new boss assigns her to an elite DEA-led task force, she’s put in close proximity to the one man she can’t shake: Connor Evans. For years, she’s been in love with him, and for years, he’s played yo-yo with her heart.

Abandoned by his parents, tossed around from one foster home to the next until his best friend’s family took him in, Connor Evans is the proverbial bad boy with a badge. For more than ten years, he’s kept Annabelle at a distance, convinced that his kind of screwed-up doesn’t belong anywhere near her.

When one case muddles the line between personal and professional, mistakes are made. Connor has no choice but to step up if he wants to win her trust and her heart back.
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Kaithlin Shepherd is the author of The Callaway Series, The Brass Series and The Saints and Sinners series. 

Born and raised in Canada by a working single mom and a loving grandmother, Kaithlin surrounded herself with novels by Danielle Steele and Nora Roberts provided by her grandmother. Kaithlin quickly fell in love with reading. It was in high school, thanks to an English teacher, that Kaithlin wrote her first story (although if you ask for it, she will deny ever writing it) about a popular boy band. Inspired by constructive criticism, Kaithlin spent some time developing her love affair with words through more reading than someone would think possible.

After pursuing a higher education, Kaithlin, sat down with a pen and paper and decided to give writing a shot. With no false hope in mind, her first novel, Make Me Whole, slowly came to life. Putting fear and doubt aside, Kaithlin has published five books to date, and has eleven more set to be published in the next two years.
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Release Blitz w/Giveaway: Geomancist by Charmaine Pauls

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Book Title: Geomancist 
Author: Charmaine Pauls 
Genre:Paranormal Erotic Romance 
Release Date: April 12, 2016 
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All is fair in love and war, especially when the loot is HIS woman.

Sean Rivers lives with a dangerous secret. He possesses a forbidden art. As geomancist, it is in his power to destroy landscapes with earthquakes and volcanoes. Knowing his kind is hunted by forces of both good and evil, Sean’s job as mixologist in Cartagena, Colombia is the perfect cover. Until Asia, a zesty beautician walks into his life and wrecks the very laws of physics.

When Sean and Asia compete for the premises where Sean intends to open his cocktail bar, he pulls out all the stops to win the challenge … to Asia’s detriment. Together they end up catering for the guests of a drug baron who rented Isla del Pirata for a week-long birthday celebration, and the kingpin has no intention of letting Asia leave. Ever. If Sean is to rescue her, he’ll have to use his art, blow his cover, and maybe even his life.

* Geomancist is Book 5 in the paranormal erotic romance series, Seven Forbidden Arts, but also reads as a standalone. The story contains adult content with explicit language and consummated loves scenes, including kink and sexual punishment. Reader discretion is advised.
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On the landing, Sean stopped in the door. From over his shoulder she saw a small group of people in a big lounge and dining area who were either dancing or lazing on the sofas with drinks in their hands. Her heart started beating even faster than before. She tried to calm herself with logical thoughts. Surely Jeanne wouldn’t hurt them in a room full of witnesses.

“Get inside.” With the gun pointed at their back, Jeanne moved them to the middle of the floor and kicked the door shut. “Kill the music,” she said into the small crowd. “Our entertainment is here.”

The eyes of the men locked on Asia. They were filled with excited anticipation that she didn’t like one bit. A woman dressed in a skirt so short her ass cheeks showed under the hem pressed a command on an iPod. The loud beat turned to silence. Whoever wasn’t already slouched on the sofas, made their way over there, forming a tight circle around her and Sean.

“Whatever you’re planning,” Sean said, “you’re making a mistake.”

Jeanne pointed at the suitcase Sean still carried in his hand. “Drop the bag. She won’t need it for a while.”

Sean lowered the case to the floor without removing his eyes from Jeanne. Asia tried to be brave, but it was hard when Jeanne’s warped friends looked at her like she was the main attraction. One of the guys on the sofa rubbed his crotch.

“What do you want from us?” she asked.

If she knew what Jeanne’s plan was for them, she could work out some kind of defense. Her body had gone from trembling to shaking. As if sensing her mounting distress, Sean gripped her fingers.

Jeanne came closer and pushed the pistol against Sean’s temple. Anger and helplessness washed over his features, telling her the truth. He was as powerless as she was. He looked at Asia with amazing calmness, but it failed to soothe her. The gun was pressed against his temple, but she could almost feel the barrel against her own.

The man who palmed himself spoke. “Do it, Jeanne.” His eyes were wide and his face coated with perspiration.

Sean was so still, not even his chest moved. It seemed as if he’d stopped breathing. The atmosphere was thick with expectation. The woman on the single chair moved to the edge of her seat. A younger man sitting on the armrest of the sofa looked away when Asia caught his eye.

A bald man with a girl on his lap and his hand buried underneath her dress said, “Why are we waiting?”

“Oh, I just want the moment to last.” Jeanne almost sounded breathless.

“I don’t think I’ll last,” another man said. When he pointed at the erection straining his pants, a loud round of laughter followed.

“What do you want, Jeanne?” Sean said again.

Jeanne chuckled. “We want a show.” She turned in a slow circle, facing the mindless men and women who participated in her evil sport. “Don’t we?”

“Please.” Asia’s voice shook as much as her hands. “Don’t do this.”

Whatever Jeanne had in mind, it wasn’t going to be good.

“Take off your clothes, darling.” Jeanne’s gaze flickered to Sean. “You too, stud muffin.” She checked her watch and cocked the safety on the gun. “You have ten seconds.”

Asia’s breath caught on a hitch. Jeanne was going to make them strip in front on her friends. Oh, she was a sick woman. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that Jeanne wasn’t going to let her off the hook. This was the kingpin’s wife’s way of taking revenge for the interest her husband had shown in Asia. She realized that Sean’s rejection of the woman hadn’t helped. Jeanne was as high as a kite, that much was clear. Who knew what she was capable of in the state she was in? This couldn’t be happening.

“Now,” Jeanne said. “If I have to repeat myself, one of you gets a bullet in the knee.”

There was no doubt in Asia’s mind that she’d follow through with her threat and pull the trigger. With only one thing left to do, Asia turned away from Jeanne to face Sean. She straightened her back and lifted her chin. She wasn’t going to do this cowering.

A muscle ticked in Sean’s jaw. His eyes were narrowed on Jeanne, but when he moved them to Asia, they softened, no doubt for her benefit. God knew, she needed any moral support she could get.

Keeping her eyes focused on him, she unbuttoned her tunic, pulled it from her arms and let it drop to the floor. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. She felt sick. She swallowed the feeling down and kicked off her shoes. Without breaking eye contact, Sean did the same, removing his T-shirt and casting it aside with a reckless flick of his wrist. It didn’t help that Sean had never seen her naked before.

“Faster,” Jeanne said. “This is not a slow striptease.”

Asia’s hands went to the button of her white pants. Her fingers fumbled with the zip. It took two tries before the pants gave way and she could pull them over her hips. Tears burned at the back of her eyes, but she refused to shed them. There was no way in hell she was going to give Jeanne the satisfaction. She closed her eyes briefly and prayed that Jeanne wasn’t going to draw out the embarrassing torture.

The bald man’s gaze traveled over Asia before it settled on her white thong. The asshole didn’t even try to hide his ogling, or the bulge in his pants. She tried her best to ignore the stares that burned on her back.

Jeanne tapped her watch. “Three seconds.”

By now, Sean was out of his jeans too. He stood proud and tall in his black boxers. His chiseled chest flexed as he clenched his fists and his eyes flashed with unspoken defiance.

Jeanne caressed his cheek with the barrel of the gun, stepping around him so her chest pressed to his back. Her hand snaked around his waist, down his abdomen and into the elastic of his underwear. He flinched.

“That’s better,” Jeanne said, her eyes cutting a path over Asia. “Underwear too, Snow White.”

Asia bit her lip in an effort to stop it from trembling. When she searched for the clasp of her bra at her back with fingers dumb from fear, Sean reached for her.

“Come here,” he said softly, as if no one else in the room existed, as if Jeanne weren’t standing there with a pistol pressed against his head, her hand in his shorts and ten of her fucked-up friends watching the spectacle.

Asia took two steps until she stood almost against him. Her heart beat with an erratic rhythm.

Sean smoothed his hands over her shoulders and down her back, his fingers going to the clip. “Let me.”

His touch soothed her. Asia focused on the feeling of his fingers. She blocked out everything else, trying not to think but only to survive. There was a soft click. The lace loosened around her breasts. He pushed the straps from her shoulders and let the underwear fall to the floor.

His breath brushed over her face. “You know you’re beautiful.”

It wasn’t a compliment; it was meant to encourage.

Asia managed a watery smile. “So are you.”

A grin spread over his face, but quickly disappeared when Jeanne wrapped her hand around his cock.

The evil woman went on tiptoes and said in his neck, “Let me warm you up, my dear, because now you’re going to make our sweet little Asia come, or she dies.”

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Charmaine Pauls was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. She obtained a degree in Communication at the University of Potchefstroom and followed a diverse career path in journalism, public relations, advertising, communications, photography, graphic design, and brand marketing. Her writing has always been an integral part of her professions.

After relocating to Chile with her French husband, she fulfilled her passion to write creatively full-time. Charmaine has published ten novels since 2011, as well as several short stories and articles. Two of her short stories were selected for publication in an African anthology from across the continent by the International Society of Literary Fellows in conjunction with the International Research Council on African Literature and Culture.

When she is not writing, she likes to travel, read, and rescue cats. Charmaine currently lives in Montpellier with her husband and children. Their household is a linguistic mélange of Afrikaans, English, French and Spanish.
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Book Blitz w/Giveaway: Burnout by Sarah Castille


Burnout
Sarah Castille
(Legal Heat #2.5)
Publication date: April 3rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
She vowed to uphold the law.
He’s determined to break it.
Together, they just might bend the rules.
Rookie cop, Sophie Nichols, knows the dangers of a one-night stand with a sexy stranger. Unable to resist the pull of cocky, badass biker, Ace Logan, she indulges in one steamy night of raw, unbridled passion.
At least, that was the plan…
As the new sergeant-at-arms for the Rogue Riders MC, Ace doesn’t need complications in his life—especially a curvy, captivating cop with a kick-ass attitude who has the power to wreak havoc on his club. So why can’t he stay away?
When Sophie’s brother is kidnapped by a ruthless criminal gang, Ace might be her only hope to find him. But once he has the rookie in his arms, he’ll never let her go. Now, Sophie must make a choice: break the law or break her heart?
Burnout is a standalone novella in the full-length Legal Heat series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille.
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“You are small.” Ace reached out to brush a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Even in those fucking sexy boots. And you’re curvy. But those curves would be wasted on a man like Bones. You got a body made for sex, not violence, and you need a man up for the challenge.”
She should have felt insulted, miffed, even outraged by his presumption. But he didn’t leer the way Bones had, and his tone was more appreciative than dirty. She had no doubt if she turned him down now, he would just walk away.
A real man. Confident and commanding without even a hint of the insecurity that had driven Ryan to return to their house the night after he’d been served with divorce papers.
“And that would be you?” Her voice lifted in a teasing tone. Although she couldn’t spend a night sexing it up with a criminal, she might as well have a bit of fun.
“Me.” His traced a thick finger along her jaw, his skin calloused and rough. The thought of his warm hands on her body sent a sizzle of heat straight to her core.
Her tongue darted out, slid over her bottom lip. She tasted the tang of lipstick, the faint hint of the whiskey she’d drunk to fortify herself before coming to the party, and the sweetness of desire.
Ace sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze locking on her tongue. “You got a name, babe?”
“Sophie.”
“Sophie.” He repeated her name with a sensual rumble that vibrated through her body, spreading out to her fingers and toes.
She liked the way he said her name, soft, almost like a prayer. She liked that he thought she was beautiful, although she had nothing on the women she’d seen as she passed through the house: taller, thinner, prettier, younger, wilder…with their piercings and dyed hair, leather crop tops, and minis. She liked it even more when he slid a hand around her waist to rest it in the small of her back, making her tingle from head to toe.
“Beer me, beautiful Sophie.”
“Beer you?”
“I just saved your sweet ass. Rescuing beautiful damsels in distress is thirsty work.” He gestured in the direction of the bar behind them with the slightest lift of his chin. “I’ll keep an eye on your ass for you as you walk away. Make sure no one else touches it.”
Someone needed to learn a lesson.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. She is the author of the Redemption series, the Sinner’s Tribe MC series, and the Legal Heat series. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and travelled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home on Vancouver Island.

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Book Tour w/Giveaway: Dark Memories by Linda Hope Lee


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Dark Memories by Linda Hope Lee Adult Romantic Suspense Paperback & ebook, 210 Pages March 25th 2016 by The Wild Rose Press, Inc Held responsible for a student's tragic death, teacher Deborah Kent was fired from an exclusive girls' school in Fairfield, Vermont and left town in disgrace. Now, she’s back in Fairfield with the intention of operating a bed and breakfast from her guardian's Victorian home. When threatening notes indicate someone isn’t happy with her return, Deborah suspects her student’s death was no accident. The man she turns to is the one least likely to help. Horse breeder Milo Jordan has long harbored anger toward the woman he blames for his younger sister's death. Too many questions have gone unanswered, but now Deborah appears to hold the key to the truth. Can he put aside his anger, and his growing attraction, and work with her to solve the puzzle of the deadly event?
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Chapter One, Part 5

Deborah studied her coffee cup as she considered what to tell him. She must be careful to not say too much. She feared he wouldn’t be interested in her if he knew about Carla and the accident. “The woman who owned the house was my guardian,” she said. “She passed away a few months ago and left me the house in her will.”
“I see.” He waited, eyebrows raised.
The gesture meant he obviously expected more. But as far as Deborah was concerned, she had already revealed enough. Of course, if they continued their association, he would eventually learn more. But not now. Not when they’d just met. She set her mug and empty plate on the coffee table. “This has been really pleasant, but I should be going.”
“Really? Well, okay. If you must.” Disappointment shadowed his eyes.
Oh, oh, maybe she was being too sensitive, too cautious.
But then he smiled again. “Come out some other time. We’ll go riding.”
“I’d like that.”
Their gazes met and they exchanged smiles. Warmth flowed through Deborah, renewing the hope that they might establish a friendship yet.
Milo put his plate and cup on the coffee table and stood. “Wait here while I get my car keys, and then we’ll be on our way.”
When she was alone, Deborah walked to the picture window and gazed out. Several maple trees shaded an expanse of grass. Lawn chairs, a picnic table, and a portable barbecue were grouped together, offering a place to relax and enjoy an outdoor meal.
She turned back to the room, and her gaze fell on the bookshelves. Curious to know Milo’s taste in reading, she approached the nearest section. Tipping back her head, she studied the titles. His taste ran from western and mystery novels to history and, not surprisingly, the care and training of horses.
On the shelf above, a gold-framed photo caught her eye. At first, she focused on the pretty frame, with its delicate, embossed flowers. Then she moved her gaze to the picture, a portrait of a teenaged girl. Dark, curly hair framed an oval face with large brown eyes and a wide, expressive mouth. Recognition clanged like a bell in Deborah’s mind, and she gasped.
Carla Cassidy.
But no, the girl couldn’t be Carla.
She was mistaken. She had to be mistaken.
With shaking hands, Deborah picked up the picture and gave it closer scrutiny.
No doubt about it, the teen was Carla Cassidy. But why was her picture on Milo’s bookshelf? Were they related? They could be. They had the same thick, black hair, the same brown eyes.
Deborah had met Carla’s mother and stepfather and heard Carla had an older brother. But at the time of the accident, he’d been overseas in the army. For some reason—illness, maybe—he did not come home for the funeral.
Milo said he’d been in the army. He must be the older brother.
Nausea churned in Deborah’s stomach and the room closed in. She must get out of there. Now.
“Okay, I’m ready to go.” Milo’s cheerful voice rang out from the doorway.
Deborah froze, gripping the picture so hard the embossed flowers on the frame dug into her fingers.
“What’s the matter?” Milo crossed the room to her side. “You look as though you’d seen a ghost.”
When she didn’t reply, she watched his gaze leave her face and travel to the picture. She braced herself for what he might say next.
His eyes clouded and his shoulders sagged. “That’s my sister, Carla. She died in an accident while she was attending Wainwright Academy. That’s an exclusive girls’ school nearby. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I have . . . heard of it.”
“She and her classmates were on a fieldtrip to Rainbow Falls,” Milo went on. “Carla fell from a cliff and landed at the bottom of the falls . . .” He looked away to gaze out the window.
A black cloud of despair settled over Deborah. No use hiding the truth any longer. She swallowed hard. “I k-know . . . about the accident.”
“You know?”
Milo’s narrowed eyes pinned her like an insect trapped by a collector’s pin. Trembling, she met his gaze.
Finally, he spoke. “Okay, I just figured it out. You’re Deborah Kent. And you know about Carla’s death because you’re the teacher who is responsible.”




Linda Hope Lee writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and mysteries. She enjoys traveling especially to small towns in search of story ideas. She's also an artist, specializing in watercolor, pen and ink, and colored pencil. Photography provides inspiration for both her writing and her art. She lives in the Pacific Northwest, where many of her stories are set.
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