Thursday, July 28, 2016

~~Cover Reveal!!~~ The Sexy One by Lauren Blakely

From the NYT Bestselling author of MISTER O,
comes a sexy new standalone romance…THE SEXY ONE!

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Releasing October 17th, THE SEXY ONE will bring readers more of Simon, the hot single dad you met in MISTER O.

Check out this fantastic cover created by Helen Williams
with photography by Perrywinkle Photography.

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Let me count the ways why falling into forbidden love is not my wisest move…
1. She works with me every single day.
Did I mention she's gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart?
2. She works in my home.
Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which means…
3. She's the nanny.
And that makes her completely off-limits…But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her. All of her.


The other nannies in this city don't call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around.

I can't risk my job for a chance at something more…can I? But I don’t know how to resist him much longer either…

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The audiobook will release the same day as the eBook on October 17th and will be narrated by Sebastian York and Andi Arndt!
About the Author
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Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that's full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With ten New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than fifty times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone romantic comedies like BIG ROCK and MISTER O, which were both instant New York Times Bestsellers. In the fall she'll release WELL HUNG, another romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter at


Tuesday, July 26, 2016

~~Release Blitz & Giveaway!!~~ Eight Second Ride, Willow Bay Stables book 2, by Anne Jolin

Title: Eight-Second Ride
Series: Willow Bay Stables #2
Author: Anne Jolin
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: July 26, 2016


Owen Daniels lives his life eight seconds at a time. The thrill of anticipation that comes with sitting on twelve hundred pounds of untamed power is unparalleled. The adrenaline rush that floods his system when the chute opens is one of life’s most unique and natural highs.

Ride eight seconds bareback on a bucking bronco—that’s his life.

When Owen’s stock horse, Remington’s Lady, is injured midway through the rodeo circuit, he trailers her back home to Willow Bay, Alberta, to remain in the care of the local vet, Ray Brookes.

Months later, with a truck bed full of buckles, Owen comes home to collect his Lady from the man he trusted to help her recover. Only Ray happens to be short for Rayne, and Rayne happens to be a woman.

And this woman wants nothing to do with a cowboy fresh off the circuit. As far as she’s concerned, he can take his buckles, boots, and spurs right back on out of her life.

Will Rayne keep them from holding on to their eight-second ride? Or will love buck out of the chute in time for a perfect score?

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Shoving the last (a bit too large) bite of bran muffin into my mouth, I push out the doors that led to the clinic’s driveway.

There was a dusty red pickup truck with a horse trailer hitched to the back blocking my view of the barn. Sidestepping around it, I opened the file in my hand to refresh my memory. We’d had Lady here for a little over four months, but I liked to cover all the bases with an owner before we discharged an animal from our care.

“Oh, here she is!” I heard Nora boom over the flat land.

Next was a deep and gravelly voice. “She?”

Lifting up my head, I choked on my muffin.

His butt.

That was literally all I could see. A ten-gallon, tan cowboy hat and a Wrangler-clad ass. Somewhere in between, I was pretty sure I’d skimmed over some pretty impressive muscles, but that butt…

My coughing (from my choking) must have encouraged him to turn.

I declared the front wasn’t so bad either.

He stood at what I had to guess was at least six foot four and stretched across the broad expanse of his chest was a faded black T-shirt. The man looked rough, not in a bad way, but in the kind of way that made you wish you could spend a lifetime curled up in his lap. A five o’clock shadow darkened his hard jaw, and eyes as green as the summer grass watched me as I stopped a few feet from him.

“I’ll be on my way,” Nora muttered and disappeared across the parking lot.

The silence left in her wake made me uncomfortable so, after swallowing, I decided to fill it.

“Ray Brookes.” I held out my hand to him, and he studied it.

Eventually, he slid a much larger, calloused hand into mine and squeezed. “Darlin’, I’ve met Ray Brookes, and you sure as hell ain’t him.”

“Oh.” I tugged at my hand a little as a result of the odd backhanded compliment, but it didn’t budge. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ you need to be apologizin’ for.”

He was rough around the edges but charming in a way that cowboys so often were. They were a legend after all, weren’t they?

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I was born and raised in Ladner, a small farm town just outside Vancouver, Canada.

I never expected to be an author. Writing was something that snuck up on me and rooted itself into my life. It was beautiful to discover that love, and I’m truly grateful to say I’ve found my passion.

If I could leave y’all with one thing, it’s that life’s far too short to not live it out loud. Drown in your passions, hold on tight to the things that inspire you, and chase your dreams relentlessly. I can promise you without a doubt that you won’t regret it. I know I don’t.

Mad love,
Anne Jolin

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~~Release Blitz & Giveaway!!~~ Spectacular Rascal by Lili Valente

Title: Spectacular Rascal
(A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance)
AuthorLili Valente
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy 
Release Date: July 26, 2016


A Sexy Flirty Dirty Standalone Romance

F*ck being good. When you’ve been screwed over by Mr. Wrong, let a Spectacular Rascal show you how good it feels to be bad.

My best friend and boss at Magnificent Bastard consulting—get revenge on your ex or your money back—is the smooth, successful New York businessman type. But me? I’m the other guy—the one you don’t bring home to mama. The tattooed, rough-around-the-edges, 100% primal badass. I won’t pull out your chair, sweetheart, but I will pull your hair.

I’ve got what it takes to make sure your dangerous dick of an ex thinks twice before he knocks on your door again.

Or I thought I did, until I meet my latest client: Catherine Jones, a.k.a. Polka Dot Panties. Former college running partner, sexiest woman I’ve ever almost de-virginized, and the only girl I’ve never been able to get out of my damn head.

Now my one-that-got-away is looking up at me with those big green eyes, daring me to take on an ex as dick-ish and dangerous as hers.

Well, you know what they say—it’s all fun and games until you’re making out on top of a mobster’s limousine.

Soon Catherine and I are in deep. We’re on guard, on the run, and on top of each other every chance we get. But outsmarting her mobster ex is the least of my worries, especially when I start thinking our falling hard act isn’t an act at all.

But after all this time, can a guy from the wrong side of the tracks find his forever with the sweet and sexy polka-dot-pantied girl next door?

Warning: SPECTACULAR RASCAL is a stand-alone erotic romance told from the hero’s point of view. No cliffhanger. Lots of dirty talk.

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U.S.A. Today Bestselling author Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.

Lili loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her via email at or like her page on Facebook

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Monday, July 25, 2016

~~Release Blitz & a Giveaway!!!!~~ Revelations: Confessions of a Dirty Girl by T.S. Irons

Title: Revelations: Confessions of a Dirty Girl
Author: T.S. Irons
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense 
 Release Date: July 25, 2016


I lead a charmed life on the Upper East Side of New York with a doting daddy who adored me.

Then one day it all came to a screeching halt. I escaped the only life I had known. In a new town with a new identity and no friends, I had two choices—wallow in pity or embrace my new life and the possibilities it could bring me. With the FBI in pursuit, I decided to stop worrying about things I had no control over.

I was free from the proper, privileged life I had lived. I was also free of a very boring, uptight boyfriend whose idea of sex was five minutes in missionary position followed by a shower to clean himself off. Now I could take a journey and follow my own sexual urges.

It was all fun and games until Patrick Shannon showed up with a beer and pizza and wanted to talk, which lead to him spending the night. As feelings brewed beneath the surface and the FBI closed in, I grew anxious. Should I take a chance with Shannon, who pissed me off just as much as he excited me? Or should I flee the man I was falling for to stay one step ahead of the FBI?

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“What do you want, Shannon?” I asked through the closed door.

“You dropped your drivers license on the floor. I thought it be best if I brought it over since I don’t have your phone number to give you a call.”

“Shit,” I repeated as I removed the safety chain and unlocked the door knob. Slowly I opened the door, just a sliver, and peered out into the hall.

Shannon laughed. “Do you want me to slip it through the crack?”

He was referring to the driver’s license, but I had far dirtier thoughts on my mind.

I pulled the door wide open and gave Shannon the once over. He did the same thing to me. The short satin robe hit mid thigh, barely covering my private parts. I held out my palm, waiting for him to hand over the license.

Shannon swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing, then he wet his lips. “Well, here you go.”

“You didn’t have to come over to drop this off,” I announced with an edge in my voice. I took a deep breath to calm down and then softly said, “Thank you.”

“Like I said, I didn’t have your number.”

“Got your phone on you?” I asked.

Shannon pulled the phone out of his pocket. I took it and punched in my contact info. Handing it back with a smile I said, “Now you have my number.”

“I best be getting back. See you around, Amber.” He turned on his heel and headed down the steps.

I closed and locked the door. Leaning back, I banged her head against the door in frustration. Perfect opportunity wasted, I thought to myself. With a sigh, I threw the driver’s license on the small table nearby that held my keys and purse.

The sound of someone banging on the front door made me jump. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered turning around to through the peep hole again. It was Shannon. I unlocked and opened the door again.

“I forgot something,” he said, pushing his way into the apartment and closing the door behind him. With one fluent move, he pushed me up against the wall and ravished my mouth. His lips crashing down upon me hard, his tongue seeking entrance between my lips. I opened up and he assaulted my mouth. He sucked on my tongue, which only made me moan with delight. When he released me, I bit down on his bottom lip, causing a deep growl to escape the back of his throat.

I grabbed T-shirt with Shannon’s Irish Pub emblazoned on the front and pulled it over his head. Then I reached for the belt of his black shorts and unbuckled it. The shorts slipped low on his hips and I could see the muscular V of his obliques and a tuft of wiry brown hair that started just below his below the button and trailed down. His erection was evident and he wasted no time taking my hand and gliding it over its hardness though the fabric. The move only made Shannon moan louder.

He grabbed the red satin tie that held my robe closed and yanked it free, then he placed his hands on my shoulders and slid the robe off my body until it fell to the floor. Shannon stood there for moment and examined my naked body. He took in the perfectly polished toe nails and worked his way up my long luscious legs, smiled when he reached my waxed pussy. Then he admired my flat stomach and spent a little extra time ogling my firm breast and pert rosy nipples. His eyes lingered over my plump lips, swollen from his desperate kisses before finally landing on my green eyes.

“I’ve wanted to see you naked the first time I laid eyes on you,” he said in a low sexy voice.

“Like what you see?” I flirted back.

A hum of satisfaction slipped from his lips.

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T.S. Irons likes all things smutty! She loves lingerie, sexy movies and hot reads.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her sexy husband and their crazy dog.

Her published works include Stepdaddy Dom (Step-Dom), Sibling Rivalry and My Wicked Stepsister.

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

~~Book Blitz & Giveaway!!~~ With Vengeance by Brooklyn Ann

Title: With Vengeance
Series: Hearts of Metal #2
Author: Brooklyn Ann
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: May 18, 2016


Katana James is about to become the studio guitarist for her favorite heavy metal band ever—and meet the musicians, music, and man of her dreams.


Twenty-three year old Katana James can shred on the guitar. Not that anyone would know, as she’s spent most of her time working on a popular news and gossip website for Heavy Metal fans since her own band broke up. But her dreams are in reach when she gets an audition to play with her favorite band, Bleeding Vengeance. Kat won’t let her gender, her anxiety disorder, or even the pranks of a malicious stalker stand in her way. The only thing to threaten her focus? A growing fascination with the group’s brilliant, mysterious bass player.


Klement Burke has always been the heart, soul and brain of Bleeding Vengeance. He’s the kind of rock star who stays in the shadows, a perfectionist more interested in satisfying his brain than other parts of his body. Until he auditions Katana James. At first it seemed a perfect idea, as he’s been aware of her talent for some time. But meeting her in the flesh ignites thoughts far from professional. Despite the conflict of work, the odds against her falling for a geek like him, and a secret he’s been hiding, his heart, body and soul now belong to Kat.

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He had to be near six and a half feet tall, way taller than he appeared in their album pictures or on stage. Long, sandy blond hair caressed his shoulders, curling slightly at the ends. His blue-green eyes danced with mischief and intelligence. Some strange, intense feeling tightened Kat’s stomach and chest, making it hard to breathe.

She stared for what felt like an eternity, her heart pounding before she recovered herself and nodded. “Yes, I’m Katana.”

Klement gave her an unreadable smile and gestured for her to follow him to where the rest of the band waited, including Cliff Tracey, the lead singer and her biggest crush. Kat didn’t know what would be worse: Klement rejecting her, or humiliating herself in front of Cliff. Sucking in a deep breath, she squeezed the handle of her guitar case in a death grip and followed.

The bassist’s long strides led to small break room where three men lounged, men she’d only seen from a distance on stage at concerts and up close on posters on her wall. Roderick Powell eyed her up and down with a friendly smile.

“’Ello, love. So you’re the one who’s going to help us make this album?”

His British accent made her want to melt into a puddle. She nodded and shook his hand, hoping she didn’t look too star-struck. “I’m Katana James.”

“Roderick Powell.” He continued to scrutinize her. “You look too little to be behind those blistering samples we heard.”

Behind her, Klement laughed. “Yeah, she is pretty short.”

“Five feet.” Kat managed a nervous smile before her gaze strayed to the front man of the band. Cliff Tracey stood only five feet away. Her breath halted as she took in the sight of his rich chestnut curls, chocolate eyes and sculpted jaw. The man was too beautiful for words.

His gaze swept her from head to toe as he shook her hand, making heat rise to her cheeks. “So you’re ‘Metal-Kat’ from You’re even better-looking than your partner. But you look too cute for this work.”

A line from the Rudolph Christmas special rang in her head. He thinks I’m cute!

She choked back a giggle. She could do that later when she called Kinley and told her how it went.

“That’s right.” Roderick leaned forward. “I love that site. You give us good promo, and your memorial post for Lefty did him justice.”

“Thanks,” she murmured. “Kinley wrote most of it, since…uh, she was there with you guys when it happened. I just filled in the background.” Kat looked down at her feet, feeling depressed and awkward at bringing up that tragic day when Lefty had been found dead from a cocaine overdose in his hotel room during the band’s tour with Viciӧus. Kin had called her both right after it happened and then at the memorial service, knowing Kat wished she was there herself to honor the memory of her idol.

The fact that she was here to replace their fallen comrade and her idol struck Kat again full-force. She didn’t want to usurp Lefty. She wanted to honor his legacy. She prayed they would see that.

Cliff stepped closer to her. “The part you wrote was the most beautiful.”

Kat shivered at his proximity and husky voice. “Thank you.”

Klement made an impatient sound behind her. “Let’s get rolling.”

She snapped to attention, ashamed of her giddy distraction. She was here to work, not flirt with a potential colleague.

Cliff grinned. “Open up that case, sweetie. Let’s see what you got.”

Kat smiled back, hoping she wasn’t blushing, and opened her case to reveal her vintage Gibson Flying V.

Cliff nodded in approval. “Good choice.”

“Lefty played a Gibson V.”

Klement’s soft voice washed over Kat, tremulous with sorrow. The grief in his eyes gave her an unreasonable urge to hug him.

“I know,” she whispered. “He was my hero.”

They exchanged a long look, and Kat was struck by the sincere respect in the bassist’s eyes. In all her twenty-three years, no one had ever taken her so seriously before. Even Kinley often rolled her eyes at her, accusing her of being too girly. Kat wanted more than anything to be worthy of this respect.

She was led into the recording room.

“So, where do I plug in?”

He handed her a giant set of headphones and gestured to the center of the room, where speaker cabinets were arranged along with a set of whammy pedals. “Right here.”

Kat hooked up her guitar, and Klement showed her where to plug the headphones so she could hear the music and instructions from the console station behind the glass. “We’ll be back there keeping an eye on things, but try to pretend you’re alone.”

Easy for you to say, she thought.

Roderick and Cliff were already in there. They waved at her from the window. Klement nodded and strode off, leaving her alone in the chamber feeling like a zoo exhibit. Kat swallowed, mouth dry.

The bassist’s voice echoed in her headphones, alarmingly intimate in her ears and somehow familiar. “We’re going to start with ‘Sorrow’s Harvest.’ Are you ready?”

She nodded with a confidence she didn’t feel.

“Remember, just like you’re at home practicing….”

Klement’s voice faded out. Something about the echo made Kat think of her IT guy again. But he couldn’t be—
The thought broke as music began to play through her headphones.

The song sounded almost the same as it had on the MP3 sent her to practice with, only the scratch guitar section was gone and Cliff’s voice sounded more pure. Closing her eyes, Kat struck the first chord just in time. The faces of her audience faded from her awareness as fierce concentration overtook her being, focus on touching each string at the right time, adding the correct pressure, making her instrument sing. Like an auditory engineer, she focused on one note and then the next until the song finished and triumph straightened her spine. She hadn’t messed up. In fact, she’d sounded pretty good.

Clapping echoed in the headphones, jolting her back to reality.

“Bloody well done, love!” Roderick said.

Cliff stared at her through the window with increased interest. “Where’d you learn to play like that?”

“I…uh…” Kat shrugged. “I just keep trying until I get it right.”

Klement shook his head. “It’s not where she learned it, it’s why.” He looked at her long and intently. “Why do you play?”

She gave him a direct stare through the glass. “I love music.”

He smiled with such understanding and satisfaction that her body warmed. “That’s right. Now let’s see how well you learned the new songs.”

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Formerly an auto-mechanic, Brooklyn Ann thrives on writing Romance featuring unconventional heroines and heroes who adore them. After writing historical paranormal romance in her critically acclaimed “Scandals with Bite” series and urban fantasy in her “Brides of Prophecy” novels, she now explores the chaotic realm of heavy metal music— a difficult world to find love in.

She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her son, her cat, and a 1980 Datsun 210.

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