Friday, August 26, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken

We have your first look at THE BACHELOR AUCTION releasing on October 4 and we can guarantee, you do not want to miss the first book in this brand new series from Rachel Van Dyken!

TheBachelorAuction11_RGB300 (1)     TheBachelorAuction11_RGB300 (1)Cinderella never had to deal with this crap.   Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. That is, until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist. Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. A prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if that is just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while he and Jane may not get a fairy tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . . .

   

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    Thick wavy auburn hair fell in disarray over his forehead. It was lush, shiny, perfect. Were guys born with hair like that? Or was his somehow chemically engineered? His full lips pressed together in a secret smile as the equally handsome man next to him said something, then erupted in laughter. The first man stiffened, then shook his head. His broad shoulders seemed to grow tight as a drum. A slight tic in his jaw was the only clue that he was irritated or maybe outright angry. And then his shoulders slumped as he was handed another drink and then another. Nervous. He must be nervous. But what could a man like that possibly have to be nervous about? He easily towered over most of the men in attendance. Suddenly his posture changed, then he smiled. Jane felt her mouth drop open in shock. Dazzling. He was…like a duke or a lord or a prince from a storybook. Clearly, she read too many romance novels, but his entire presence demanded attention; screamed authority, importance, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. Yes, his virility was a tangible thing, as if she could reach out and grasp it with her fingertips. “What are you doing?” Esmeralda yelled in her right ear, interrupting her blatant sexual fantasy about a complete stranger. Great. That’s what her life had come to. And sadly? It was the most fun she’d had all night. Jane turned to Esmeralda, prayed for patience, and answered. “Sorry, I was just thinking.” “You’re so boring.” Esmeralda rolled her eyes. “No wonder you got dumped.” Another fun fact? Esmeralda was mean when she was drunk. The reminder of the breakup burned like acid. It had been a year ago, not that it mattered. It still hurt that the last guy she’d dated had told her that although she was cute, she wasn’t really doing it for him anymore. Right. Doing it. Maybe that was because she hadn’t done anything for him or with him, and he found that lacking. But they’d only dated for a few weeks. Did normal girls do that? Put out after a few weeks? Apparently. She wasn’t normal. But if that was normal, maybe she was better off being strange. “Jane, are you even listening to me?” Esmeralda whined. “Essence needs you to dance next to her for a bit. I’m tired and tipsy. I want to sit. Plus your dress blends in enough that it won’t take attention away from her.” No way. What? What had she just said? Jane wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’m sorry, what?” Without warning, Esmeralda grabbed Jane’s hand and jerked her toward the dance floor, causing Jane to lose her footing and crash directly into Esmeralda’s back. Then, like a domino, she slammed back into Essence. Jane opened her mouth to shout out an apology, but Esmeralda was already too drunk to listen to reason. With determination in her eyes, she reached for the pearls at Jane’s neck but grabbed the fabric of the dress instead. Her poorly sewn dress ripped instantly, causing the fabric to slink past her strapless bra. A diagonal slit split up her thigh almost all the way to her hip. In an effort to cover herself, she took a step and tripped, thanks to her clunky shoes. And then she fell to the floor. Hard. Her sisters watched in horror—but neither of them offered a hand. They were probably kicking themselves for forcing her to come. Esmeralda leaned over but missed Jane’s shoulder by a mile, grabbing her hair and giving it a tug, which only made Jane wince harder. Both sisters were completely tanked. And she was less than two minutes away from being trampled by the other sweaty bodies around her. She glanced up. And into the eyes of the man she’d just been lusting after. Oh God, the humiliation was complete. That one glance told her he’d seen it all. She swallowed back the thickness building in her throat. Of course the only time he’d notice her would be when she’d ripped her dress and nearly took out a few guests on her way down to the dance floor. The crowd gathered around her. And the sexy man disappeared—probably off in search of a girl with perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect clothes. She really should have stayed home. Tears filled her eyes as a heel pressed into her right hand. With a jerk she tugged her hand free, struggling to get up to stand on her wobbly feet, when suddenly she was pulled to a standing position and then swept up in strong arms. Jane’s eyes were still so blurry from unshed tears she couldn’t make out the man’s face as he carried her out of the crowd. He smelled like heaven. She fought the insane urge to press her face against his chest and just…close her eyes. Because he felt safe. Pathetic, when a stranger’s arms provided more safety than her own family. And yet he felt…right. In a world where things for the past ten years had felt so wrong. He felt right. Maybe she’d had too much champagne.         rachelborderRachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com . FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE / NEWSLETTER    

Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Meant to Be Mine by Lisa Marie Perry

Today we have the blog tour for Lisa Marie Perry’s Meant To Be Mine! Check it out and grab your copy today!! MTBM ban About Meant To Be Mine: MEANT TO BE MINE_front cover_high resolution Loving him was hard. Wanting him was so damn easy . . . Sofia Mercer may have been sick as a teen, but she’s no delicate flower. And she’s proven it by making it on her own and starting a new life away from the town that turned against her, away from the boy who broke her already fragile heart. But when her aunt Luz dies unexpectedly, leaving Sofia with a mountain of regrets and the keys to a quirky boutique, Sofia has no choice but to return to Cape Cod. Only, this new life in her old town comes with complications.   Burke Wolf was Sofia’s first love—a relationship that burned bright and went up in flames. Seeing him again, Sofia can’t help but get caught up in that all-too-familiar tornado of passion and pain. He’s battled his own demons—that much is clear. But Sofia can’t afford to be careless with her heart . . . and loving Burke again might just break it completely. Get your copy today: Amazon | B&N | Books-A-Million | iBooks | Indie Bound | Kobo | GooglePlay  


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Sofia, whats going on in that filthy mind of yours? You comparing my instrument to his when you havent even seen mine?
Im saying I have a nice, well-rounded life. Sooner or later Ill settle down with a guy whos nice and well rounded and stable.
“I thought you had that already.” A second floated by before he realized he’d spoken aloud. He found her studying him, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Over the years…I, uh, I thought about you once or twice.” A dozen times. Hundreds. Even that might be a conservative guess. It’d been next to impossible to carve her out when she was rooted so deeply in every element of his existence. “I didn’t ask Luz. I put a picture together of you with some good guy.”
“A good guy?”
“Somebody who’d keep you safe. Somebody who didn’t make you cry—who got you to laugh or at least smile. You’ve got a crooked smile. And I, uh, I figured that good guy would get to see your smile every night. I’ve hated him for years.”
“You’ve been hating someone who doesn’t exist.” There was her familiar, sweet smile, peeking out of hiding for him. “I dated. I have exes—lots of exes. But a good guy didn’t come along, Burke.”
“What about your cellist?”
She hesitated, and her smile disappeared. The brightness between them dimmed. It was as if a jealous cloud had obscured the sun. “He’s nice. Uncomplicated. He took my mind off you.”
Were you thinking about him when you told me to imagine pouring wax on your naked body?
She started to get up and he thought she might stomp off in a fit. But she put her sandwich on a paper towel and set it aside, then crawled in front of him. “He kissed me, after our date.
Okay. Did you want more?
What?
When he kissed you, did you want more?
Defiance slid across her eyes, then uncertainty and regret in quick succession. I dont remember.
Then he didnt do it right. He didnt kiss you right. If he had, youd remember what you felt and what you wanted, and for damn sure you wouldnt be alone in this place with me. And the dumbass that he was, Burke spread out his legs and folded his hands on her arms to draw her closer. Cmere and let me show you.
Youre not going to kiss me.
You already know what to say to get me to back off. Dont forget, though, the last time you thought about telling me to leave, you said I smell so fucking good. He barely touched her now. But if you want me to walk, I will.
Sofias tempting lips slid against each other like two lush, slick bodies. I taste like mustard.
So do I. It was a good sandwich. He leaned forward, not kissing her but coasting his hand down the line of her back to grab her ass. Put your hands on me, baby.
Im not your baby. Im not yours.
You will be. It was neither a request nor a threat. It was fact—naked, bold, and yet vulnerable. When I touch you and all you care about is how my mouth and hands are making you feel? Youre mine.
A squeeze of his hand and she planted her palms on his shoulders and seemed to collapse into him, her mouth settling on his.
Finding Sofias flavor beneath the spice of mustard and the tang of dill was a game for his tongue. They were tangled, with her kneeling between his thighs and his hands working into the silk of her hair.
If Im kissing you right, you should want me to lift your hair and lick down your neck, he said. You want that?
Yeah.
He complied, stopping at the high collar of her tank top. If Im still doing this right, you should want me to taste these goose bumps on your arms. Do you?
I do.


  About Lisa Marie Perry: LMP_Author Photo_March 2016_color large_OFFICIAL.3 Lisa Marie Perry encounters difficult fictional men and women on a daily basis. She writes sizzling, deep fiction featuring flawed heroes brought to their knees by the love of complicated women. She has received high praise from USA Today and has been nominated for an RT Book Reviews literary award. She lives in America's heartland, drives a truck, enjoys indie rock, collects Medieval literature, watches too many comedies, has a not-so-secret love for lace and adores rugged men with a little bit of nerd.   For laughs, randomness and occasional inappropriateness, visit LMP at www.perrytalebooks.com. Connect with Lisa: Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads Enter Lisa’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Review & Excerpt Tour w/Givewaway: Wait by A.L. Jackson

  Wait Release Banner     ALJackson-WaitBookCover5x8_BW_HIGHFrom NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel… She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.   Edie Evans is gorgeous. Sexy. Kind. She’s also the definition of off-limits. But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night. But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too. The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again. Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.   Austin Stone is dangerous. Alluring. Tempting. He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him. Our desire is overpowering. Our need unrelenting. She is my hope. He is my weakness. We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.    

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 “Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head. I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it. Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back. But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification. Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door. My girl. In my bed. Wearing just her panties and my shirt. An angel I wanted to dirty. I always had. Love was messy like that. All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length. A fool thinking it might be enough. Shit. God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight. Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick. Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me. My breaths were coming short. Panted and hard. I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body. A soft, soft gasp. I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind. Just another part of this fantasy. Until I heard the small thump against the wall. Shit. I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me. Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before. Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed. It was just a little sliver that left me exposed. But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall. She stared right back at me. And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again. Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do. But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south. Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train. Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room. Alive. She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together. Motherfuck. My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”         Wait_20   a Rafflecopter giveaway        
 
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad. Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016. If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book. Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.
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Blurb Blitz w/Giveaway: An Accidental Gentleman by M.Q. Barber


An Accidental Gentleman
by M.Q. Barber
GENRE: Erotic Romance

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The author will be awarding a digital copy of An Accidental Gentleman to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please visit GoddessFish.com to follow the tour, remember the more you comment better your chances on winning.

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Fast forward never took so long . . .

Kit Runyon isn’t looking for a man to keep—she’s happy with the occasional one-night stand and no strings. Making sure her family’s electronics repair shop is profitable enough to support three generations is her main focus. But when Brian Hendricks walks into the store, one look, one word, and she knows he’s not wired like any man she’s ever met before . . .

Brian’s attracted to Kit’s strength and no-nonsense attitude, but he’s tired of the one-and-done dating scene. He’s ready to settle down with the right woman, even if that means he’ll have to play things slow and stay out of her bed to show her there’s more to love than just mind-blowing sex. But at this rate he’s liable to short all the circuits . . .

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Gravel crunching under his tires, Brian pulled up to the farmhouse and parked alongside Rob’s pickup and the SUV they’d gotten to replace Nora’s beater. Fuck takeout. He’d run his ass off cramming best-man duties in the narrow window between Christmas and New Year’s. A bachelor deserved to dine off that apology at least through summer grilling season. After Labor Day would be soon enough to call them square.

He took the porch steps in one leap. Rob understood women. He’d landed Nora despite the awful introduction Lucas would never live down. And Nora, she’d know why his nameless Amazon had rejected him. She’d decipher woman-code, he’d track down said woman, and the date would be on.

The unlatched screen door invited him on inside. He poked his head ’round the corner toward the kitchen as the screen snapped shut. After eight. They might’ve eaten or be out back finishing up.  

“Hey, Sherwood, Maid Marian, what’re you serving tonight?” he yelled toward the stairs as he patrolled the empty first floor. The dining room sported actual furniture instead of Rob’s piles of someday projects. Living with a woman changed a man. “I come bearing no gifts.”

“Brian, I swear to—” Rob’s deep bark cut off, and the peal of Nora’s laughter followed. “If you’re staying for dinner, grab a beer and go the fuck outside for at least fifteen minutes.”

He slumped over the banister and howled his laughter. Heading into month six and they still went at it like newlywed rabbits. “You’re only giving her—”

“Make it thirty.” Nora shouted louder than her husband. Bedsprings creaked.

He sucked back the laughs to get words out. “You two trying for a baby up there?”

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M.Q. Barber likes to get lost in thought. She writes things down so she can find herself again. Often found staring off into space or frantically scratching words on sticky notes, M.Q. lives with one very tolerant, easily amused husband and one very tolerant, easily amused puppy. She has a soft spot for romances that explore the inner workings of the heart and mind alongside all that steamy physical exertion. She loves memorable characters, witty banter, and heartfelt emotion in any genre. The former Midwestern gal is the author of the Neighborly Affection contemporary romance series. Pick a safeword, grab a partner or two, and jump in.


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Release Blitz w/Giveaway: Covet by Amarie Avant


   Title: Covet
Series: Deceptive Desires #1
By: Amarie Avant
Publication Date: August 26, 2016
Publisher: Blu Savant Press
Genre: Multicultural YA Romance
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
For Jonathan Liam Delacroix Lemaitre, everything revolved around the love of his life: Raven Shaw. But they were too young, too destructive and too clueless.
Raven thought they would always be friends, yet Liam knew a different truth. The son to a vast Legacy, he is shipped off to Paris at a tender age, leaving Raven to fend for herself, full of questions and doubts.
Now, he is back in town and determined to get back in her good graces. Gone is the clumsy, fat boy he once was. In his place stands a man ready to take on the world, with the woman he wants at his side. Raven, on the other hand, can see the new man but still searches for echoes of her friend. Who is this guy that has swept into her life? He was Liam, but he wasn’t HER Liam…. And she wasn’t sure if he ever could be.

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“Try me, motherfucker!” Raven spat through gritted teeth. “You act as if I’m a stranger. As if I just kidnapped you,” Liam grumbled as they stood just outside the city limit. “Damn right you did. No, I don’t know you anymore. And yes, you kidnapped me, Liam. You were supposed to drop me off at home. I know good and damn well you felt me pinching you.” He forced himself not to smile. Her eyes sparkled with daggers, as she backed away on the dusty road. “Take me h-o-m-e. I don't need you!” “Oh, that tone of yours tells me you don't need shit, nobody! But bring your hard headed ass over here; I will correct you, beautiful.” Liam seethed with desire and anger. “Shit, you used to fight for me. It took me all of two seconds when we met at the mall, to see that you've changed—oh but you're sizing me up for differences. Somewhere in there is that girl that doesn't take shit. I don't need that girl to fight anymore. I need her to wake the fuck up and live. See, I care about you enough to spank some sense into you!” The rage left her. She didn't quite return to the nonchalance that seemed to plague her these days. “Don’t yell at me. Does it look like I ever got a fucking hero? I was crawling, fighting my own battles. You acted like hot shit, telling Deputy Frank your full name. Who the hell are you? I’ve known you since you couldn’t do one shitty ass push up, so check yourself.” “Or what?!” Liam’s face was inches away from hers. The tension between them had flown down the highway. Sweet papaya wafted through his nostrils as the breeze sent more of Raven his way. Here she was, in the flesh, ripe for the taking. Her pink tongue dipped out and slid over her bottom lip. The sheer act he coveted, needing to touch her. Then Liam looked into Raven’s eyes. Really looked. Those orbs were welling up with tears. “Let me go home, Liam.” “If there’s something you want, son, you take it,” Grandfather Pierre had said. Liam’s grandfather always used the “son” title for added affect. His grandfather owned one of the oldest publications companies in the world. The newspaper company had been passed down from Pierre’s own grandfather. When electronic marketing hit, Pierre placed his money in other sources, such as renovating a Parisian hotel. Architectural design had always been his passion, more so than his family’s press enterprise company, which seemed to be a lost cause due to a wave of other new social outlets. The historical site became the first of many D-Hotels across the nation, then Europe, and now spanning every exotic land. Meanwhile, Pierre was able to designate funds from his first few D-Hotels to various publication sources as the Delacroix family legacy. They owned magazines, television channels from basic cable to premium movie channels, and the family’s newspaper company expanded to the internet. The Delacroix custom was branded in his brain. Yet, when it came to Raven, Liam would always cave. She thought he was different. Yes, he was. But she'd changed too, and not for the better. Raven fucking hates me the thought consumed him persuading him to give up. Leave her alone. No, she was the only untarnished thing he had in life. He loved her. She was like one of those antique dolls Pierre collected. A doll so intricately designed, with such godlike talent, that it was worth millions of dollars. Those dolls seemed so lifelike, sparkling eyes and all, but no, they couldn’t laugh. He'd give away his own burgeoning fortune to see her smile. Bet every penny she hadn't smiled in a while. Yeah, he loved her, he would save her. Not now though. She was too damn stubborn for that. He started toward the Ducati. She followed.
Mother of two. Wife of one alpha. And alpha to his alpha. Lover of thrills and enticingly sexy chills. Azusa Pacific University alumni where God comes first. This dyslexic and highly attention deficit author has received two Bachelors and a Masters in Counseling. Though sociopaths are very interesting, and coupon shopping is just as thrilling as action or cartoon movies, Amarie Avant has taken on romance. Beware anytime you open an Amarie Avant novel: This is not your ordinary love story… Sign up to Amarie’s Newsletter and receive a copy of her Best Selling Debut Novel “FEAR” or the summer romance HEAVY LOVE