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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Excerpt Reveal ~ The School Mistress by Tess Thompson

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from The School Mistress by Tess Thompson. 
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Blurb:
How easily can an open heart unlock the door to happily-ever-after?
When Miss Quinn Cooper arrives in Emerson Pass, Colorado, her entire life is packed into one small suitcase. Her widowed mother and baby sister are depending upon her for their survival back home in Boston. And the self-appointed mayor of the rugged mountain community is counting on Miss Cooper to prove herself a fitful teacher for the young and old alike.
Lord Alexander Barnes is determined to bring a bit of English civility to the wild terrain of Emerson Pass. Using his own resources, the widower and father of five builds a schoolhouse and recruits a young teacher from the east to provide an education for both the adults and the children in his rapidly growing mining town. But when the lovely, and much younger than anticipated, Miss Cooper arrives in town, Lord Barnes finds himself providing more than just employment when the boarding house proves to be an unsafe accommodation for the school mistress.
As Miss Cooper takes a room in the Barnes' home, the five Barnes children are delighted. They are sure Miss Cooper is the perfect woman for their lonely father. But when a friend of the Englishman turns up dead, the hope for progress in the untamed town seems immediately lost. Can Miss Cooper and Lord Barnes bring change to the closed-minded locals? And will their endeavor open their hearts to something more?
The first installment of USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson's historical romance series brings a touch of whimsy and an extra dash of mystery to Edwardian romance. Readers will fall in love with the courageous Miss Cooper and swoon for the magnanimous English Lord as they struggle to save their exciting new world at the turn of the 20th Century.
DARE YOU NOT TO SWOON FOR THESE TWO!
He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “Is it only the children you care for or is there room in your heart for me?"
My stomach was filled with sparrows, fluttering their wings. I plucked at the neck of my blouse; sure I was dreaming. “I feel a great many things. But you and I both know that’s all it can be between us.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a lord and I’m a school mistress.”
“I don’t care anything about titles or circumstances. You’re beautiful and good and full of fire. How could I not fall in love with you?”
“It seems to me, Lord Barnes, that this wild country has made you wild.”
“The country hasn’t made me wild. I was born this way.” The corners of his mouth lifted into a brief smile. “This place is like me, wild and free. I listen to my own instincts, not those deemed by a society I don’t even believe in.”
He brushed his thumb across my jawline. I could hardly breathe. What would it feel like if that mouth pressed against mine?
“Do you know what my instincts are telling me to do right now?” he asked.
I shook my head as the muscles in my thighs tightened.
“They’re telling me to kiss you.”
My stomach did a full turn this time and my legs trembled. I couldn’t look away, drawn as I was to him as if an invisible force cleaved us together. I was an innocent when it came to men, but I knew the look of hunger when I saw it. This was not the appetite of an empty stomach but rather a craving only a man and woman could feel for each other. One in which there was only one single remedy. This was a tortuous beast of longing and desire.
“Have you ever been kissed, Miss Cooper?”
I nodded, dizzy. “Once.” And then he’d married my best friend and broken my heart.
“What happened to this fool who kissed you?”
“He married my friend the very next week.” Even after two years, my body remembered the shock when I’d heard the news. In an instant, I remembered the way a vast emptiness had crashed through me, leaving me in a tunnel of black in which there was no return.
“Why would he do such a thing?” Lord Barnes asked, his voice incredulous now.
“For the same reason you would,” I said. “He married someone with money. Someone from an important family.”
“I can marry whomever I please,” Lord Barnes eyes flashed with arrogance but also rebellion. “I have no one to answer to but God and my children. I’ll marry for love with no regard for anything else. What about you, Miss Cooper? Would you marry for love or money?”
“Love. Always love,” I said. “Even though I have only love to offer in return.”
“And what would make you love a man?” he asked. “If not money?”
“Kindness. Compassion. A curious mind.”
“What about a man with children?”
“I suppose it would depend on the children,” I said.
“This is a remote part of the country. Could you live here and be happy?”
“That would depend on the man.”
He smiled and ran the back of his finger over my cheek. “One worthy of your heart?”
“That’s right.”
“Would you allow me the chance to prove my worth?” he asked.
“How does one go about such a thing?” I asked.
“It starts with accepting that I care nothing about convention. I want you to be my wife.”
“Wife?” I gaped at him. Had I heard him correctly or had the lack of sleep rendered me delirious?
“Yes, Miss Cooper. I want you to be my wife and the mother to my children. If you’re willing, I’d like permission to court you. Will you deny me and break my heart?”
About Tess
Tess Thompson is a USA Today bestselling author of small-town romance and historical fiction, with nearly 20 titles across multiple series that focus on heartwarming journeys of triumph and humanity for colorful characters you'd love to be friends with in real life.
Tess holds a degree in theater from the University of Southern California (go Trojans!), and can be found most days at her desk in suburban Seattle, where she also makes her home with the hero of her own love story and their blended family of two sons, two daughters, and five cats.
Tess loves music, dancing, books, bubble baths, cooking, wine, movies, snuggling, Seahawks football, and hearing from her readers. 
Drop her a line at tess@tthompsonwrites.com.

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Excerpt Reveal ~ Chasing Her Lion by Golden Angel

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Chasing Her Lion by Golden Angel! 
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BLURB:
Sometimes all a lion shifter wants is a snuggly bunny to cuddle. And Kasim has been stalking his very kissable prey with the patience of a true hunter. But as the perfect moment to pounce arrives, life throws some obstacles in Kasim's path and his hopes for something more with a certain some-bunny are dashed quite possibly forever.
The last of her siblings to find a partner, bunny shifter Bailey Bunson has been waiting for her fated mate. But when her dream of predestined love is ripped from her grasp, Bailey fears she'll never know her own happily-ever-after. That is, until she realizes the unassuming lion shifter who's been by her side might not be her fated mate, but is everything she's ever wanted. Will it be too late for Bailey and Kasim?
KASIM
For weeks, he’d been sidestepping actually making love to her, even though she’d indicated she was more than ready. He wanted it to be special, memorable—unforgettable.
As if I am forgettable. His lion sniffed, tossing his mane with derision. Confidence was one thing his animal side didn’t lack.
“You look amazing,” Bailey said, stepping back from Rana.
“So, do you,” Rana replied.
They both did, but Kasim was obviously far more interested in what Bailey was wearing. The lacy purple dress hugged her curves and had a very high slit up the side of her left leg that made Kasim want to get on his knees and go exploring.
They switched sides, so Bailey could hug her brother, and Kasim dropped a kiss on Rana’s cheek. He was glad to see her so happy—she deserved it.
As Brice and Rana moved away to circulate among their guests, Bailey’s hand dropped down to squeeze Kasim’s butt, and his cock jerked in interest. Raising his eyebrows, he looked down at her.
“What?” she asked, summoning up an amazingly innocent expression, especially considering she hadn’t moved her hand. “Your suit jacket is long enough, no one can see what I’m doing.”
“I know what you’re doing,” he admonished. Not that he minded exactly, but it was hard enough trying to keep his urges under control—especially with the plans he had for tonight—but they couldn’t leave the reception yet. It would be rude to sneak out this early.
Giving him one more squeeze, Bailey stepped forward and grabbed his hand instead. “Come on, I want some ranch!”
Chuckling again, Kasim followed her to the ranch fountain.
She was loading up her plate when Fred, one of his pack members, came up with a question. Kasim was so busy chatting with him, he almost didn’t notice when Bailey stepped away—and not toward the food—toward another man. Kasim glanced at her and frowned when she took another step away from him. He couldn’t see her face.
“Bailey?”
Another step and Bailey reached out, grabbing the man by the shoulder. Kasim froze. She wouldn’t ignore him like this. Wouldn’t grab another man, a stranger, unless...
“You’re my mate!” Her voice was high and shocked and tinged with joy, and it cut through Kasim’s chest like a knife. Stabbing him couldn’t have been more painful.
He stepped back, rocked by the pain. In his head, his lion went wild, clawing to be let out, to get to their bunny, to sink his teeth into her, and claim her before this usurper could steal her.
But he wouldn’t be stealing her, would he? He was Bailey’s mate. The happy ending she’d insisted she wanted from the moment Kasim had met her. Kasim had been the one to tell her how unlikely it was—how unrealistic.
He’d thought she was just immature, ignorant—childishly hopeful for a fairy tale.
She’d been right all along.
Silently, Kasim stepped back and melted into the crowd, moving as quickly as he could. If he stayed there for one second longer, while Bailey and her newfound mate stared at each other, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control his lion.
His lion roared with pain as he fled.
About Angel
Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.
She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
She believes the world is a better place when there's a little magic in it.
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Wednesday, August 8, 2018

#ExcerptReveal ~ Lachlan's Protégé by V.F. Mason

Lachlan's Protégé by V.F. Mason
is releasing on AUGUST 15th! 
She never knew nightmares. Until she became mine.

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She never knew nightmares. Until she became mine.
She was a ballerina. He was a serial killer.
She ran away from him. He caught her.
She begged for mercy. He gave her none.
She was an angel. He was a monster.
She wanted to escape. He wanted to destroy her.
They were at war. And only one of them would win.


EXCERPT:
Torture is an art form I’ve learned through the years, mastered for decades, and explored in different variations with anyone who I found fit. Most people will say I’m a monster or a psycho. However, in life, nothing is ever that simple, as evil and goodness are in the eyes of the beholder.


About the Author:
V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors. 

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Thursday, July 19, 2018

#ExcerptReveal ~ Young Love by Alyson Santos

Young Love by Alyson Santos
releases on July 25th!
This sexy summer angsty read is sure to make you swoon!
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Sometimes you need to let yourself fall… Recently divorced Sienna Porter has the life she’s supposed to. A house, career, even a hot young contractor working upstairs to distract her. At thirty-eight, she’s entitled to a little fun (according to her best friend, anyway). Pain, though— it’s so clever in the way it infects hope and poisons happiness. Jace Beckett should be flying high. Talented, driven, and disciplined, he’s far beyond his twenty-three years. He’s used to the game, the attention his looks and highly-trained body get from women. Doesn’t mean he likes to play. Doesn’t mean his own secrets aren’t intent on tearing him down. It’s just a fling. Sexy. Temporary. It’s not supposed to last. It’s not supposed to transform into love. It’s certainly not supposed to become the air you breathe and everything worth fighting for.


EXCERPT:
His smile is patented Jace Beckett, but the rest? I forget all about my own drama. “You okay?” I ask, pulling back and searching tired aqua eyes. “Fine, yeah.” Another quick smile and he’s heading to the stairs. “Mind if I take a quick shower? I came right from work.” “Of course.” I follow his exhausted climb to my suite and watch as he fishes through a bag he brought. A bag? Who takes a suitcase to work? “You sure everything’s okay?” I ask. “Absolutely. I’ll just be a minute.” There’s nothing sexy about watching the man you care about lie to you. This time when he strips and cleans up there are no games, no flirting glances from either of us. He’s focused, shoulders sagged, and I’m hurting for him. I only wait for a few minutes before I decide to distract myself by preparing food. I leave him to finish up and head down to the kitchen. I’m chopping lettuce, veggies, and grilled chicken for a garden salad when he joins me, looking much more like the sexy, confident man I know. “Looks great,” he says, moving behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. My body instinctively relaxes into his, my knife stalling on the cutting board. We’re so beautifully connected right now, so why is he lying to me? I let go of the knife and turn so we’re facing each other, but his lips erase any chance of a confrontation. I weave my fingers through his damp hair to take in more. He hardens against me, and my hips respond with an agonizing jerk. His reaction intensifies, and soon we forget all about food and lies. We are hands and mouths and need, undulating in unison against the counter. I moan at the effect of his mouth on my neck, his hands running over my curves, god, my need to feel every line of his body. I push my hands over his ass, forcing our hips into perfect alignment. “Dessert first?” he breathes against my ear. “Yes, please.” I pull off his shirt, suffering—savoring—the streams of tiny explosions firing through my body as I enjoy my favorite picture: Jace Beckett, bare, hungry, messy hair falling in his beautiful eyes, that guitar pick chain slightly askew against his tanned, hard chest. I could stare all day and never get enough. I reach for him with trembling fingers. If I touch him will he be real? But the heat radiating through my fingers is from skin not stone. His eyes close as he draws in a long breath. “What’s really going on?” I whisper, tracing the stubble along his jaw. I almost shudder when his eyes return to mine. “I’m scared, Sienna.” Oh god. The glisten in his eyes is so painful. Something I never thought I’d see, never wanted to see. I’m filled with a sudden intense hatred for everything in this world that would hurt him. “Please tell me.” I center his face with my palms, brushing lightly with my thumbs. It’s right there. Whatever it is, is about to shatter my world too when— “Oh my!” Jace’s gaze locks on her first, and I twist my head back. Crap! As if I needed more reasons to resent my mother. “We’re having a private conversation, Mom. Can you give us a second?” Her brows lift, lips forming into a thin line. “I can see that. I’ll be in my room.” Mortified, I’m almost afraid to face Jace again, but his face has come alive with humor when I finally turn back. “Who would’ve thought it’d be your mom getting in our way?” “I need her to go back to Florida,” I whisper because I’m still ten years old when she’s in the house. His laugh, usually so soothing, shoots a wave of disappointment through me, regret for the moment we lost. It’s not the sex I miss, but the intimacy of the secret he’d been about to share. The opportunity is obviously gone when he backs away and pulls on his shirt. I study him for another second as he starts gathering utensils for dinner. He’s scared. I believed it fully in that moment. Now? He hides in plain sight like no one I’ve ever known. Another pang shoots through me. “Jace… What you were saying before—” He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Want me to start the carrots?” When his back turns, I know he’s gone. I’ve lost, stuck once again with the version of Jace Beckett everyone gets. It’s not fair because he’s the only one who sees me. I try to muster anger at the injustice but he’s impossible to resent. I just end up smiling at the way he attacks the carrots and cucumbers. “Those peelers are meant to glide over vegetables, not hack them to death.” “What’s with this thing anyway? Don’t you have a normal peeler?” “What’s a normal peeler?” I ask. “I don’t know. The ones with the”—he waves his hands in an unhelpful demonstration—“the thing with the thing.” “Ooh, right. The thing.” He snorts and bumps my shoulder with his. “Sorry if I’m not a gourmet chef.” “No one’s perfect.” He hands me the shredded carrots to chop. “You pretty much are.” “Me?” I choke out. Zero: the number of times I ever thought that. Zero: the number of times others have. “Why are you so shocked by that?” “Because! I…” …what? Just because. That cucumber looks dangerous in his hand. Then again, I bet he knows how to kill someone with it. “Do we need to have this discussion again?” he asks, jabbing it toward me. “What discussion?” He lowers the vegetable to a safer angle. “Sienna, you’re amazing. You are instinctively compassionate. It’s incredible the way you want to jump in and save everyone.” “You’re one to talk,” I mutter. He smiles. “And you’re so smart. You picked up the guitar, the karate stances, everything, so quickly. And your career? I couldn’t begin to figure out all those numbers and spreadsheets.” He shakes his head. “I have no idea what you see in me.” I stare over at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” He shrinks a bit, smile growing at my animation. “Unbelievable,” I say. “What I see in you? Do you honestly not understand what I see in you?” I drop my knife and force him to face me again. “You...” My voice gets lost in his gaze. “You’re everything,” I whisper, pulling him in for a long kiss. He deepens it, and I know, I know, Jace Beckett will be the love of my life. No doubt, no turning back, and no choice left except to absorb the abject terror of that reality.


About the Author:
I’m a writer, musician, and cat lover. I also have an alternative music obsession. Seriously, it’s a real problem. I write what needs to come out, whether it’s pain, tears, or laughter. I write people and relationships, about the beauty and horror of what we do to ourselves and each other. I write Love. Vengeance. Compassion. Cruelty. Trust. Betrayal. Forgiveness. Darkness, and the incredible way humans destroy and heal each other. I like to eradicate barriers, refusing to be confined by the laws of physics or limitations of reality. I will befriend a vast population of possibilities and introduce them in ways that might surprise you. 

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#ExcerptReveal ~ Revenge Love by Kata Čuić

Revenge never felt so sweet.
Revenge Love by Kata Čuić
releases on July 26th!
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  Revenge is sweet. Emma Hastings has tried all her life to fit in. Throwing off her awkward high school years to become a member of a prestigious sorority at Wellbridge University, she has her sisters at her side, and the future spread out before her for the taking. Her senior year of college should be filled with parties, studying, and sweating between the sheets before she goes to medical school. One night at a party changes everything. Dominoes collapse as quickly as they’re erected. Suddenly, everyone has something to gain and everything to lose. Love is sweeter. Jason Gould will never fit in so he doesn’t even try. Content to stay on the periphery of society, he works hard, plans for his future, and keeps to himself. His senior year should be filled with early morning shifts, gym sessions to keep his pent-up anger under control, and readying himself to face the rest of his life alone. One ray of sunshine refuses to let him fall into darkness. Emma refuses to leave his side no matter what is thrown at them. When a woman who is dying to fit in joins forces with a man who never will, they just may find they fit together in ways neither could have ever imagined, and they’ll discover a life well-loved is the sweetest revenge of all.

 

EXCERPT:
The crowd parts as a lone figure stalks out from one of the side rooms. A nondescript gray hoodie covers his face, but from the few gasps of those closest to the action, they know who he is. When he makes it to the center of the ring to stand by Kieran, Rosie and I use each other as leverage to perch on our toes for a better view. Slowly, almost as if he both dreads and relishes this part, Jason lowers the hood, exposing his face to the crowd. Just as jeers break out, he continues to disrobe until he's wearing nothing but a pair of faded, ripped jeans. Silence descends on the basement. "Oh my God," Rosie breathes. "I don't even like dick, but my panties are absolutely drenched right now." I can't get my lungs working enough to respond, but I concur. All his time in the gym has paid off in dividends. Every inch of Jason's torso is corded with thick muscle. He could give any of the football team, wrestling team, basketball team...hell, any team a run for their money.


About the Author:
Kata lives in the suburbs of Pittsburgh with her husband and three children.
When she isn't in the writing cave, she's cheering on her favorite sports teams:
the Pitt Panthers, Pittsburgh Steelers, Pittsburgh Penguins, and Pittsburgh Pirates. It's good to be a Steel City girl.

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Friday, July 13, 2018

#ExcerptReveal ~ Stetson by Danielle Norman

Ride it, cowgirl! Stetson by Danielle Norman
will be here July 19th!!!
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BLURB:
Her perfume was the smell of hay. And her days were spent in the saddle. Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life.
Until...
Her dad died. Now, she's left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables. The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand. And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch.
Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren't boys... They're women.



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London
Trying to ignore my conscience, which was trying to remind me that I’d never had a one-night stand before, I focused on the fact that I wanted this.
I wanted Braden.
I’d been caught up in this flutter of attraction from the moment that I first laid eyes on him earlier this evening, and with every second that had passed the feelings only intensified.
Handing him a bottle of Yuengling, I snagged one for myself and twisted the top off.
“You all right?” He looped his arm around my waist, and I found myself leaning closer and closer to him. I just liked the feel of his body next to mine, strong and gentlemanly.
“I’m great.” I took several long sips off my bottle as I tried to slow my racing heart and give him the occasional fluttering of my eyelashes. I had no clue whether I was being flirtatious, which was what I was going for, or whether I looked like I had something caught in my eye. He grinned at me as his eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest of moments. Ahhh yes, definitely flirtatious.
I turned and sat my bottle down on my bedside table, he did the same.
“If you don’t want this to go any further, please tell me now.” He traced his thumb along my bottom lip, but he didn’t move a muscle to take him toward my door. He just stood there.
So I leaned in a bit more, finally closing the distance between us until I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. “I want this. You should probably kiss me,” I murmured, and I leaned in and planted a kiss on his surprised mouth. When I pulled back, he flashed me a panty-dropping grin and claimed my mouth again. His tongue delved into my mouth, and one of his hands slid to the small of my back, drawing my body against his and sending an explosion of shivers down my spine.
I pulled him over to my bed and collapsed, pulling him down on top of me.
Never in a million years did I think I would be the kind of woman who would be making the first move, being the aggressor, but his mouth on mine, his skin against my own—it was more intoxicating than any of the beer I’d had this evening, and I wanted more.


About Danielle
Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying to play keep away from Theo James, who won't stop calling her or asking her out. And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50-something mom with grown kids. She's been married longer than Theo's been alive, and she now gets her kicks riding a Harley. As far as her body, she can thank Ben & Jerry's for that, as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele's backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing. Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly, silly men).

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Thursday, June 21, 2018

#ExcerptReveal ~ Montana Fire by Vanessa Vale

Montana Fire by Vanessa Vale
releases on JUNE 28th!
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Jane West's life is perfectly average. Perfectly boring. Until Ty Strickland—Grade-A, smoking hot firefighter—moves in down the street. Then things get a little exciting, and not in the good, panty-melting sort of way. Not only does someone want her dead (seriously), she has to wrangle her out-of-control desires where the new neighbor is concerned, and convince her boss at the small town's only adult toy store—who meddles in Jane's love life—to leave the new hose-wielding hottie off her matchmaking radar. But it's not all chaos and pancakes. There's Ty. And his smoking hot body. Smoking hot kisses. He's burning the walls around her heart to nothing but ash. And she just might be falling in love...if she can stay alive long enough. This is the first book in Vanessa Vale's new Small Town Romance series, where the men in Montana aren't just hot, they set things on fire.


EXCERPT:
“I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!” The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo options spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help. That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store in Bozeman, Montana, my mother-in-law had opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when a mother bear and her two cubs strolled down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary. The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white with shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug hung over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow. It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you'd be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in. Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise in Bozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way to Yellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home to your computer. In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home. Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I was comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time. Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well-muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. God, he was literally heart stopping gorgeous. He’d made mine skip a beat. I felt all tingly and hot all over. He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation, and when I looked up…and up and he was there, I practically swallowed my tongue. I’d certainly lost my train of thought. I had no idea God made men like him. Magazines, maybe. Real life? My real life? Wow. “Can you explain the features of each one again?” Miss Waffler had her fingers on the edge of the glass counter as if she were afraid to touch them. Petite, she was slim to the point of anorexic. Her rough voice said smoker, at least a pack a day. Her skin was weathered, either from cigarettes or the Montana weather, and wrinkles had taken over her face. She’d be pretty if she ate something and kicked the nicotine habit. I gave her my best fake smile. “Sure.” I darted a glance at the fireman over the woman’s shoulder. Sandy hair trimmed military short, blue eyes, strong features. Thirties. A great smile. He seemed perfectly content to wait his turn. If the humorous glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip—most likely to keep from smiling—was any indication, he was clearly enjoying himself. And learning something about dildos. Maybe he wanted some options for his girlfriend. He had to have some woman warming his bed. A radio squawked on his belt and he turned it down. Obviously, my lesson on sexual aids was more important than a five-alarm fire. Miss Waffler was completely oblivious of, and unaffected by, the fireman. I now knew why she wanted a dildo. I picked up a bright blue model. “This one is battery powered and vibrates. Ten settings. Good for clitoral stimulation.” I put it down and picked up another. I was used to talking sex toys with people. Some guys, too, but I was dying of embarrassment having said clitoral stimulation in front of him. I just imagined this hot fireman stimulating my clit. I squirmed, cleared my throat and continued. “This one is glass. No batteries, so it’s meant for penetration. The best thing about it is you can put it in the freezer or warm it and it provides a varied experience.” The woman made some ah sounds as I gave the details. I went through all the possibilities with her one at a time. I got to the tenth and final model. “This one is obviously realistic. It’s actually molded from the erect penis of a porn star. It’s made of silicone and has suction cups on the base.” Fireman peered over the woman’s shoulder as I suction cupped the dildo to the glass counter. Thwap. He didn’t seem too stunned by the size. Did that mean he was that big, too? “You can…um, attach it to a piece of furniture if you want to keep your hands free.” Both fireman and Miss Waffler nodded their heads as if they could picture what I was talking about. “I’ll take that one,” she said as she pointed to number ten. The eight-inch Whopper Dong. “Good choice.” I rang up Miss Waffler’s purchase and she happily went off to take care of business. And there he was. Mr. Fireman. And me. And dildo display made three. Fortunately, he stood in front of the counter and I wasn’t able to look down and see if his Whopper Dong fit inside his uniform pants. Oh god, I was going straight to hell. He saved people’s lives and I was thinking about his— “Um…thanks for waiting.” I tucked my curly hair behind an ear. “Sure. You learn something new every day.” He smiled. Not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. Very blue eyes. I saw interest there. Heat, too. Right there, in the middle of my mother-in-law’s sex store, dildos and all, was the spring thaw in my libido. It had long since gone as cold as Montana in January. Who could have blamed it with all of my dead husband’s shenanigans? But right then, I felt my heart rate go up, and my palms sweating from nerves. The fireman didn’t seem the least bit fazed by my little sex toy talk. I, on the other hand, was having a hot flash like a menopausal woman just looking at him. I needed to be hosed down. Speaking of hoses— “I’m Jane. What can I help you with today?” Hi, I’m Jane. I’m thirty-three. I like hiking in the mountains, cross-country skiing, I’m a Scorpio, and I want to rip that uniform off your hot body and slide down your pole. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts. He laughed and held out his hand. His grip was firm, his skin warm and a little rough. “Ty. Thanks, but no toys for me.” A pager beeped. He looked at it on his belt briefly and ignored it. “Don’t you need to answer that? A fire or something?” I asked, pointing to his waist. “Cat up a tree,” he joked, the corner of his full lips tipping up. I laughed, and heard my nerves in it. I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart. It didn’t work. All it did was make me discover how good he smelled. It wasn’t heavy cologne. Soap maybe. I didn’t really care if it was deodorant. He smelled fabulous. “Actually, it was for Station Two. I’m here for your fire safety inspection.” He placed papers on the counter. Had he been holding them all this time? I hadn’t noticed. “Oh, um…inspect away.” Inspect away? He grinned at me as I blushed, ready to slink behind the counter and die of embarrassment. Fortunately, he switched topics. For the next fifteen minutes, we went over fire inspection paperwork with the attraction I felt for him an elephant in the room the shape of a dildo.


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Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.

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#ExcerptReveal ~ Faded Gray Lines by Cora Kenborn

Love is the deadliest lie.
Faded Gray Lines by Cora Kenborn
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Love is the deadliest lie. Leighton I’m jaded. The truth is a bitter pill to swallow. My first taste of love was my first betrayal. Now, all I want is to start over, but they want my life. Everyone says all’s fair in love and war. Except I’m done playing fair. I’m tired of turning my back on his darkness when it’s the light that always burns me. I’ve danced with the devil. Now it’s time to become one. Mateo I’m a criminal. Let’s not sugarcoat the truth. Her morals never had a chance in my corrupt world. Now, all I want is to forget her, but they want her soul. Loyalty is its own reward where I come from. Except she’s become the prize. They’ve taken my shining star and dimmed her light. Some say I’m a monster. They haven’t seen anything yet.
This is a dark mafia romance STANDALONE.


EXCERPT:
His large palm still gripped my shoulder, and my hand shook as I squeezed his fingers. Electric shocks jolted up my arm, but I forced myself to maintain the contact, lifting our entwined hands and settling them between us. He watched every movement, his eyes never straying. It was as if once he looked away, the moment would evaporate. I wouldn’t let that happen. This moment meant everything. For years, I’d held onto the belief that he’d walked away from me without a second thought. I’d tried my best to hate him for the events that led up to his abandonment and the mind games that plagued me afterward. However, what he’d said to me at Brody’s left me starving for the truth. I had to know, even if what I found out left me in more jagged pieces than before. “What did you mean when you said I didn’t know the whole story?” “Now’s not the time for this, Leighton.” Mateo let out a heavy sigh and pulled away from me, severing our brief connection. He could pull away all he wanted, but I wasn’t backing down. “Really? Where else do we have to go?” His eyes narrowed. “You want to hear the truth?” The sudden predatory danger radiating off him shook me. I was honestly confused if I did or didn’t, but I stood my ground. “I think I deserve it.” Mateo let out a sardonic laugh. “You think this is about what you deserve?” He stalked toward me, backing me up until my spine bumped against the hard marble of the kitchen island. “What exactly do you think happened that night, Star? You think I just didn’t feel like having the perfect life with the perfect girl and decided to piss it all away?” “I—I don’t...” My words broke off and stuck to the inside of my throat like molasses. All I could breathe in was the scent of his leather jacket as he planted a hand on either side of me. We were so close that if he took a deep breath, his black T-shirt would rub against my tank top and judging from the outline of the six-pack hugging the fabric, I wouldn’t survive the impact. My gaze still traced the lines indenting his shirt when his hands settled on my hips, and I found myself being lifted into the air. My lips had just started forming the word “no” when my ass landed on the cold marble of the island with a hard slap, and Mateo slid in between my open knees. “Have a seat, Star,” he said as if I weren’t already in place. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t speak. The deadly look in his eyes would’ve been enough to silence me. “What I have to say may knock you off that pedestal you’ve put yourself on.” My chest heaved as he wedged himself tightly in between my legs. “You think I sacrificed you? You immediately thought the worst and damned me without knowing the hell I went through. Get ready, little lamb. You’re about to find out the meaning of real sacrifice.”


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 International bestselling author Cora Kenborn writes twisted romances about damaged bad boys and feisty heroines. She promises her readers a happily ever after, although she may or may not take them on an emotional rollercoaster before giving it to them. (Okay, she totally will.) A Southern girl from North Carolina, Cora says “y’all” way too much and has a lifelong addiction to sweet tea. She refuses to “adult” without coffee, thinks pajamas are acceptable daywear, and considers note-taking during true crime shows to be perfectly normal. On the rare occasion that Cora has free time, she spends it avoiding laundry and convincing her family that Hot Pockets are an acceptable dinner. Oh, and autocorrect thinks she’s obsessed with ducks.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

#BlogTour #Excerpt ~ Healing Touch by Brenda Rothert @InkslingerPR @BrendaRothert

HEALING TOUCH by Brenda Rothert
is now LIVE!

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She spends her nights treating patients, but Dr. Jocelyn Drake's own wounds are unfixable. Her ex-husband and his younger, bouncier girlfriend work just a few floors away at Tulane Medical Center, and they serve as a constant reminder of what Joss lost. But a fierce determination to continue her research project and a shred of remaining pride keep Joss from transferring out of the Big Easy.
Carson Stephens recently returned from a tour of duty in the Middle East, and though willing women present themselves at every turn, his closest companion is loneliness. His night-shift work supervising the electrical and mechanical systems at the hospital is a perfect fit - it's solitary work putting broken things back together.
When the electrical system on Joss' floor goes haywire, she's frazzled by the sexy electrician who sparks her dormant sex drive. He's brooding and cocky - so not her type. But if Carson has his way, his hands will work their magic on more than just the wiring, and he'll show Joss a night of passion that restores her shattered confidence. 
But what happens after that night? As their relationship grows into something more, Joss and Carson face ups and downs, and they both realize that the healing has only just begun.



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I was smiling before I even opened my eyes. The smell of Carson on my sheets had that effect. We’d both worked third shift last night and then come to my place to sleep. Well, we slept after epic sex, followed by omelets from a nearby diner.
I wished he was still in bed next to me, but I’d heard him get up and leave a couple of hours ago. He just didn’t need as much sleep as me. Five hours seemed to be his max.
I was pretty sure I didn’t have a max, but my minimum was seven hours. I always had to be prepared for my next shift at the hospital to run over.
After a quick shower, I dried my hair and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. When I walked into my kitchen to brew coffee, I smiled when I saw that Carson had already put in a filter and grounds for me. I pushed the brew button and went to unload the clean dishes from my dishwasher.
He’d already done that, too. The man was so incredibly nice to have around. He was sexy as hell and amazing in bed, but he was also considerate in ways I’d never known in a man. Even after just a couple of weeks, I was attached.
I wondered where he was. He’d been restless this morning when we’d gone to sleep. Lots of tossing and turning was his usual, though. I suspected he was plagued by bad dreams, but I didn’t want to bring it up. He’d tell me if he wanted me to know.
Hopefully, he was at the gym, which always seemed to clear his head. I’d gone with him a couple of times, but my workout game was . . . not strong. He’d patiently taught me how to lift light weights and skipped his own workout to oversee mine. And even the light weights were damn heavy and left me sore for days.
I preferred to get my exercise from walking. I picked up my cell phone and texted Hattie to see if she could meet me at a café a couple of miles from my place. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and I was in the mood to walk somewhere.
She wrote right back and said sure, so I put on my walking shoes and sunglasses and set off.


Author Bio:
Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.



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Thursday, June 7, 2018

#Excerpt Reveal ~ Loyal Subjects by Eva Charles

We dare you not to fall for Mark & Emmie! 
Loyal Subjects by Eva Charles 
releases June 14th!! 
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Allegiance, faithfulness, honor... Loyalty goes by many names.
Emmie Landon is off-limits. She has a young son, works with my brother Jake, and lugs around enough baggage to fill an entire football stadium. But I can't resist her long, shapely legs and thick, soft curls, begging to be wrapped around my hands.
Mark Harrington is too-everything. Too good looking, too funny, too charming, too brutally honest, too impulsive. He's accustomed to getting his way, and never afraid to throw down the gauntlet. So what if I can't stop thinking about his devilish blue eyes and his lip-smacking happy trail?
He needs someone to love. She needs someone to love her.
Two seemingly incompatible lives... Two hearts capable of total devotion.
**Despite being volume five in The New American Royals Series, Loyal Subjects may be read and enjoyed as a standalone contemporary romance.**

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Mark
  I pulled her against me, and ran my hand up and down her back. “Emmie, I am so sorry.” After a minute, she jerked away, patting her chest, right below her neckline. “My necklace. It’s gone.” I remembered something snapping in my fingers when I grabbed her. “I’ll find it.” When we were kids, we spent hours tossing small objects, usually a Saint Anthony medal on a chain—don’t tell my grandmother—into the pool and then scouring the pool floor for them. After about ten minutes of searching in the area where she’d gone down, I came up with the necklace, and dropped it in her palm. “Thank you,” she murmured. “I’m glad we found it. It looks like an antique.” She nodded. “I don’t think it’s particularly valuable, but I’ve had it for a long time.” “Tim get it for you?” She shook her head. “No. It belonged to Mrs. Rose, my last foster mother. Before she went into the nursing home, she gave it to me. She didn’t need it anymore. Told me to hang onto it for as long as I could, but not to be afraid to sell it if I was hungry.” The lump in my throat grew with every word. “You grew up in foster care?” Emmie gulped a few breaths. “Uh-huh.” She nodded, white-knuckling the side of the pool. “It’s not a secret. Not really. But Teddy doesn’t know much about it. He wouldn’t understand. I don’t want to frighten him. And Jake. Jake doesn’t know. I…I shouldn’t have said anything.” She rambled nervously. I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I won’t say a word. Not a single word to anyone.” She didn’t seem convinced. “But I hope growing up in foster care isn’t something you’re ashamed of, Emmie. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.” She laughed. A small, anxious laugh with an almost delirious quality about it. Any second, I expected to see fat tears roll down her cheeks. Not happy tears. “Oh, Mark, that’s too funny.” I reached for her arm, but she jerked it away before I could touch her. “Maybe you were right. We don’t need to do this tonight. The swimming lesson can wait for another time.” She swiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I made you uncomfortable.” “No, you didn’t.” “You, who’s comfortable with anyone, anywhere. Imagine what it does to other people—the ones who are more socially awkward. Get in touch with that feeling, Mark. The one in the pit of your stomach. The one that made you squirm. What is it? Repulsion? Pity?” “No. Of course not.” “Then what is it?” she asked, so quietly her voice was nearly drowned out by the crash of waves in the distance. “Do you see, now, why I don’t talk about it?” I chewed the corner of my bottom lip. The very last thing I wanted to do right now was give her a swim lesson. I had a feeling Emily Landon learned to breathe underwater, years ago. She could probably teach me a few things about swimming against the tide. I wanted to know more about her life. But I’d gotten all she was giving up tonight. That was for damn sure. Leave it alone. Leave her alone. But I wanted more. I wanted to hold her. Comfort her. Cradle her against my chest while she told me about the little girl who’d grown up in foster care, and about the young woman who became a widow long before her time. I wanted to know everything. Everything. That’s what I wanted.


About Eva
After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful Western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into romantic tales. When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.

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