Cover Reveal: Pretty as a Peach by Juliette Poe

Things in Whynot, NC are getting hairy! Check out the #coverreveal for PRETTY AS A PEACH, the next installment of Juliette Poe’s Sex & Sweet Tea series, coming March 15, 2018!

The full blurb is coming soon, but take a quick peek at what you can expect from PRETTY AS A PEACH:

There’s a new farmer in Whynot, NC, and she’s proving to be quite the forbidden temptation for Colt Mancinkus, the youngest of the Mancinkus clan. As pretty as she is sweet, Colt can’t help but be drawn to her…peaches. No really, she’s a peach farmer. Get that mind out of the gutter and down to the farm in Pretty as a Peach, releasing March 15, 2018!

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About the Author:

Juliette Poe is the sweet and swoony alter ego of New York Times Best Selling author, Sawyer Bennett.

A fun-loving southern girl, Juliette knows the allure of sweet tea, small towns, and long summer nights, that some of the best dates end sitting on the front porch swing, and that family is top priority. She brings love in the south to life in her debut series, Sex & Sweet Tea.

When Juliette isn’t delivering the sweetest kind of romance, she’s teaching her southern belle daughter the fine art of fishing, the importance of wearing Chucks, and the endless possibilities of a vivid imagination.

Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

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Cover Reveal: Scoundrels & Scotch by Alta Hensley

Title: Scoundrels & Scotch
Series: Top Shelf #3
Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Cover Design: Jay Aheer
Release Date: January 16, 2018

Blurb

I’ll stop at
nothing to own her. 

I’m a collector of dolls.

All kinds of dolls.

So beautiful and sexy, they become my art.
So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze
upon my possessions with envy.
So fragile and delicate, I keep them tucked away for safety.
The dark and torrid tales of Drayton’s Dolls run rampant through the rich and
famous, and all but a few are true.
Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display.

But not my special doll.
No, not her.
Ivy is the most precious doll of all.
She’s mine. All mine.

*Scoundrels & Scotch is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a
splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a
sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

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Author Bio

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark
and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a
multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty
alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales
of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

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Cover & Series Reveal: A Shameless Little Con by Meli Raine

Title: A Shameless Little Con
Series: The Shameless Series #1
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Marianne Nowicki, Nowicki Productions
Release Date: January 30, 2018
Blurb

I didn’t do
it.
I never
betrayed my friend.
Last year,
I was kidnapped along with presidential candidate’s daughter Lindsay Bosworth,
forced to help her assailants, my mother implicated in one of the biggest
political scandals in American history.
I’ve been
cleared of any wrongdoing, but that doesn’t matter. Once you’re tried by the media,
you’re guilty as sin. The truth doesn’t get the public’s attention.
But shame?
Shame sells.
And
everyone assumes you’re tainted.
Now I have
my own personal security team, courtesy of the United States government. Not
the one you learned about in civics class, though.
I’m being
tracked by the deep state. The shadow government. They’ve assigned Silas
Gentian to be with me twenty-four seven. He thinks he knows everything about me
– all of it bad — and he does.
On paper.
Like
everyone else, he assumes I’m a traitor. A backstabber. A betrayer. Someone who
helped a group of violent psychopaths, puppets of powerful men in Washington
who made me into a tool.
Yet I see
how he looks at me. True desire can’t be faked.
Or hidden.
And that
goes both ways.
He assumes
I’m trying to fool him.
And he
might be right.
But not for
the reasons he thinks.
A Shameless Little Con is the first book in the Shameless
trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.
A Shameless
Little Lie (Book 2 ~ Coming 2018)
A Shameless
Little Bet (Book 3 ~ Coming 2018)

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Releasing March 27, 2018
Releasing May, 2018
Author Bio

Meli Raine
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
Meli rode
her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean
long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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Release Blitz: Iowish Roots by E.J. Whitmer

Title: Iowish Roots
Author: E.J. Whitmer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 15, 2017

Blurb

After suffering a devastating loss, Violet Monroe needs a fresh start.
Billybog, Ireland is the ideal place to open a coffee shop and finally live the
life of her dreams. With her Instagram-famous dog in tow, she says goodbye to
Iowa and runs toward her next adventure.
Pub owner Aidan Donovan is the epitome of a wounded soul. Jaded by his
last relationship, he’s dedicated his life to never giving his heart to anyone
again… then, he meets “Lettie”, Billybog’s newest resident. She’s beautiful,
funny, and an American, and that makes her too much of a risk. While he does
everything he can think of to keep her at a safe distance, her quirky American
sensibilities and irresistible nature prove to be more difficult to resist than
he imagined.
Will Lettie find her new home in the arms of a brooding Irishman, or
will his tortured soul keep them from the happily-ever-after they both deserve?

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Excerpt
Weeks of
pent up anger and lust fed the fire that burned between us. I had never been so
thoroughly kissed. So desperately kissed. So passionately kissed. I could drown
in his kisses without fighting for air.
Author Bio

E.J.
Whitmer is an Iowa native who spends her days working in marketing and design.
When she is not working or writing, she likes to spend her free time cooking,
crafting, attending sporting events, harassing her outrageously good-looking
husband or cuddling her son.

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Cover Reveal: Attack Zone by Jennifer Rebecca

Today we have the cover reveal for Attack Zone by Jennifer Rebecca!
Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today:
Title: Attack Zone
Author: Rebecca Jennifer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: Jan 16th
Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.

I had one goal.

Win an Olympic Medal.

Winning the Ladies Figure Skating Olympic Gold Medal should be my only focus, but my life has other plans for me. My father, the U. S. Senator, and my Stepmonster like to remind me that my role in our family comes with great expectations — and even greater responsibility.

Translation: Marry a man that will make them even more prestigious and powerful.

But that’s not my plan.

I have one last chance to prove myself.

And now, on top of everything else, I have to aid the sexy as sin Detective Kane F**king Green in finding the person who killed my friend.

My name is Sophia Eleonore Dubois, and holy mother of Dorothy Hamill, my life just got complicated. . .

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“You have got to be kidding me,” I growl as I see that big blond bastard climb from his truck. Well, it’s really more of a sandy blond but I’m an alliteration kind of a gal.

The parking lot is still dark, with the exception of the tall lights that pock the black asphalt. It’s four in the morning, so the sun won’t be up for a few more hours. I should be the only one here. Something Kane and I had already argued out last night. I even won best two out of three on rock-paper-scissors.

“Better believe it, Princess,” he barks out as he pulls a gear bag from the bed of his truck.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. Put that back. You’re not supposed to be here,” I plead as I grab my own skate bag and toss it over my shoulder. “I offered to rock-paper-scisor you for this spot and you said no. That makes it mine by default.”

He sighs. “You know, you don’t always have to be such a selfish bitch.” I rear back as if he struck me. “You could share the ice.”

“I’m here at four so I don’t have to,” I whisper.

He shakes his head as if he’s trying to clear a bad thought, erasing something that didn’t turn out right on an Etch A Sketch.

I look away. If ever there was anyone who could make me feel like a bug, like dog poop on my shoe, less than, it’s Kane Fucking Green, and trust me, others have tried. I feel the burn in my nostrils. I refuse to let him see me cry. Ever. And Lord knows I have cried my fair share of tears over Kane Fucking Green, and I’m not going to shed another one. I’m just not.

I take a deep breath, turn on my heels, and walk away from him. I feel his gaze burn my skin. It’s not the only thing he’s burned in the last year. He’s burned almost every bridge I had. Literally, the only thing left in my life is figure skating. I feel him on my heels as I walk up the concrete steps at the front of my home rink, Del Mar Ice House.

The big glass doors and windows that line the entire front of the rink are dark. That’s weird. Usually, Vadim turns the lights on when he comes in to unlock the doors for me. Maybe he’s having a late start this morning. Although, that’s not like him at all.

Most people think that my early mornings are crazy. That my four-in-the-morning practices are insane. But I love it. I love the smell of fresh ice. I love the quiet time when I can pace through my routines free from distractions. It’s my time to think or to not think, to clear my head and just be free. And my life is anything but free. Being a sitting senator’s daughter pretty much guarantees that, so I love this time to myself. I love mornings like this.

Vadim, the rink owner, loves these mornings too. He’s always here well before my early time slot. He unlocks the doors for me and turns on the lights. We once struck up a friendship over our love for Moscow. He was surprised to find out that I trained there for a whole summer under some of the best figure skating coaches in the world.

From that moment on, we were bonded. He’s like a favorite uncle doting on his beloved niece. So Vadim took to surfacing the ice on the Zamboni before I come in, even though it was surfaced right before closing the night before. He sharpens my blades for me when I need it. And he’s the best. No one can get me a better hollow. So it’s surprising when the lights are still out upon my arrival.

Although, he did double-book this time with Kane as well. I was so mad when I found out Kane Fucking Green had weaseled his way into my favorite ice time. I need this time to clear my head. From people like Kane Fucking Green. I haven’t been able to be in the same room as him since The Event.

I don’t think anyone could blame me. Who did he hurt? He hurt me.

I look at my sterling silver Rolex watch on my wrist. It’s ten after four in the morning. That’s so unlike Vadim. He should be here by now.

“What’s wrong?” Kane asks, reading my mood.

“He’s late,” I say softly.

I reach for the handle of the door, and it pulls free without effort. The door is unlocked. I pause for a second and then walk through the door. Vadim must be here after all. He must have forgotten to turn on the front lights.

“Wait, maybe I should check it out,” he says as he places his palm on my shoulder. I immediately stiffen.

I shrug off his hold. “You would just love that, wouldn’t you?” I growl. “Oh, sure, go right ahead and enjoy my ice time while I stand here like an idiot in the parking lot, Kane.” I roll my eyes.

“Is that what you really think of me, Princess?” he asks, his voice low in warning.

“At this juncture, I’m not sure what to believe,” I say honestly, meeting his blue gaze.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he sighs.

“I suppose you do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a National Championship to prepare for,” I say as I start walking down the hall toward the ice.

The rubber mats squeak under my sneakers—the shoes my stepmonster hates with a passion, but which are so comfortable. Especially after a long workout on the ice. I head toward the team boxes. That’s where I’ll put on my skates and stash my music and my water by the boards.

Kane is beside me as we turn the corner and stop in our tracks.

Whereas the main building lights were off, the lights over the ice are on. The whir of the Zamboni is deafening as it circles the ice top over and over. I gasp when Kane’s hand closes tight over my bicep, bringing me to a halt, and I raise my head to see what he sees.

Vadim is sprawled back over the seat of the Zamboni. His eyes point up at the championship banners of the local professional hockey team, all lined up in a neat row, but they don’t see them. They won’t see anything again. The bullet hole between his blank eyes saw to that.

“Holy son of Scott Hamilton,” I speak without thought.

“You got that right, babe. Whatever that means,” Kane says before he leads me back through the rink and out the glass front doors.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but instead find myself racing over to the bushes to toss my cookies. Kane is behind me, rubbing my back and making soothing noises. He hands me a water bottle from his gear bag before pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Dispatch, this is Detective Kane Green, badge number 57635. I need to report a homicide,” he says into his phone before lowering the volume of his voice. “And I have Senator Dubois’s daughter with me.”

Six months ago, I had hoped to put Kane Fucking Green and all of his bullshit behind me. I swore I wouldn’t focus on anything but myself and this next Olympic cycle. Not my dad—the US senator—or his bitch of a wife. And definitely not the feelings of hurt and betrayal that seeing Kane always seems to bring to the surface. Not to mention other feelings. My name is Sophia Eleanor Dubois, “Sophie” to my friends, and I have a funny feeling Kane Green just screwed me and my plans . . . again.

I finish up my program, and the smile on my face matches those of my girls and their moms. I nailed it. But I can’t slack off now. This is my last chance at the Games. I’m aging out, and it’s time for me to transition to coaching full-time. But I want to win one. Just one Games.

“Go home and enjoy your weekend!” I call out.

They laugh and start to file out of the rink. I take a second and then a third victory lap around the rink. I shake out my arms before I move back to center ice to run through my long program.

It’s one of my favorite Celtic Woman songs. A slow, soul-wrenching melody in which I can show off the decades of classical ballet training. I slowly wrap my body around the music, letting it swirl around me as we float and fly down the ice.

This routine is all layback spins transitioning into perfectly choreographed jumps. I’m pushing my body around the short end of the rink and then diagonally down the length in an Ina Bauer when I lean so far back that my long, emerald skirt of my competition dress flows with me, as part of me, during my program.

I’m halfway across the rink when a pair of anaconda arms wraps around my middle and plucks me off the ice.

The scream that rents the air is torn from my lungs, and I have absolutely no shame in that. I’m still tipped over backward, and the strong arms that are wrapped around my waist pull my body flush with a decidedly . . . male one from the waist down. Blades clank against each other as our feet tangle, bulky, muscled legs against slender, sinewy ones, and then up and up and up until my pelvis is pressed against his. And he is unmistakably hard . . . everywhere.

My breath catches in my throat as I realize that we look like the famous V-J Day couple. I see the famous statue every time I drive past the USS Midway downtown. His hot breath blows in heavy pants across my face, and he smells of mint and man, sweat and sin. I open my eyes and stare straight into baby blues so light in color and cold in depth that a shiver wracks up my spine. Suddenly, I’m cold to the core. No, this isn’t some romantic comedy where the guy gets the girl; this man is no Prince Charming. These eyes belong to the snake that lies in the grass. This man is Detective Kane Green, my worst fucking nightmare.

About the Author:
Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.
Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.
10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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Release Blitz: Timber by Remy Blake

Title: Timber
Author: Remy Blake
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: December 15, 2017

Blurb
All I wanted was some no-strings attached sex, where small talk wasn’t necessary. There’d be no reminders of laundry that needed to be done and my endless list of responsibilities could be forgotten.



Signing up for the Timber dating app was my answer. No wining or dining; just sex. Those were my rules. I never imagined I’d meet champion lumberjack Magnus Andersen, or that he’d be interested in me.

We’re from two different worlds. He lives a life of luxury, while I’m barely making ends meet. He’s prime rib and I’m mac and cheese.

But the more I get to know him the less those differences seem to matter. He thinks this could work and I just might be crazy enough to believe him.

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Author Bio
Remy Blake is the bestselling male and female author duo,
Jacob Chance and Marley Valentine, who paired up to have some fun writing
steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a guaranteed HEA.



You can expect double the debauchery in every novella they
write.
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Release Blitz: Never Again by Lilliana Anderson

 

Title: Never Again
Author: Lilliana Anderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 14, 2017
Blurb
Not even a year after marrying the guy she’d thought was the
love of her life, Cora Knowles is already requesting a divorce. To her
recollection, philandering was not a part of her wedding vows, and she wasn’t
about to stand by while ‘Sally from accounts’ rolled about on her Egyptian
cotton sheets. 
While trying to soothe her broken heart with copious amounts
of cake and liqueur chocolates, her best friend, Olivia suggests that the best
way to get over someone, is to get under someone else. Problems arise when the
one Cora ‘gets under’ turns out to be the son of the Director of
Prosecution—her boss. Worse still, he’s young. Younger than Cora originally
thought, and younger than she’s comfortable with. 
But, when the attraction is undeniable, Cora needs to decide
whether she’ll turn her back on the enigmatic Brandon Sharp, or take a risk and
follow her heart, even though she promised herself she’d never do that again…



 

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Excerpt
“Hashtag that one ‘slaying life’,” Olivia
suggested. “That bastard will see how happy you look and realise how badly
he fucked up.” She sucked back on a cigarette then blew the smoke out in a
rush. “Come to think of it. We need to go out tonight. That will really piss
him off. You can post photos and everything.”
“Go out?” The idea seemed completely insane to me.
She stubbed out her cigarette in a small aluminium ashtray.
“Yes, Cora. I love you, and I think you’re gorgeous, but lying on my couch for
months on end, eating liqueur chocolates while watching Netflix isn’t doing a
thing for your figure.”
“Jack always said that saying ‘but’ meant you could discount
everything that was said before it.”
She picked up her Prada handbag and slid it over her arm.
“Fuck Jack. You should discount everything he ever said to you before the
moment you saw his butt as he pumped that Sally woman from behind in your
marital bed.”
My stomach soured at the memory. “Don’t remind me.”
He didn’t speak at first, he just slid one hand over my hip
until it flattened possessively against my stomach, pulling me against him as
his head lowered to the curve of my neck and he inhaled deeply. I could barely
breathe. Every nerve in my body was alive and screaming for more. I had never,
ever, ever, ever, ever, had this reaction to a man before. The question of
whether or not I could go through with a one-night stand suddenly became a moot
point. His touch had already melted my panties right off.
“Want to get out of here?” His voice cut through every other
sound in the room, so clear. It felt like a wild promise curling through my
body until it pooled as a heat between my thighs.
His head lolled back against the wall as my hand wrapped
around his base before I drew him into my mouth, swallowing him back with a
greed I never knew I possessed. Who was this woman? I was giving head like a
porn star on my knees in a hotel room with a stranger.
I’d never felt so free in my entire life.
He was on his knees. I was still against the wall, panting,
waiting. Reaching up, he popped the clasp on my bra then dragged his fingers
down the skin of my back, hooking my panties, dragging them down too. Then with
a groan, he grabbed my arse cheeks, squeezing hard before he bit down. My eyes
went wide and I gasped, a bolt of lust landing right in the centre of my core.
What the hell was that?
“That arse.” The words were a rumble against my skin as he
stood back up, spinning me so I was facing him again. I let my bra fall down my
arms and his eyes darkened. “Those tits.”
Author Bio
Bestselling Author of the Beautiful Series, Drawn and 47
Things, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best
form of escapism that the world has to offer.



Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance
revolving around her authentically Aussie characters with all the quirks you’d
expect from those born Down Under.



Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more
than just it’s outback and tries to show characters in a city and suburban
setting.



When she isn’t writing, she wears the hat of ‘wife and
mother’ to her husband and four children.



Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety
of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to
commerce/law at university.



Originally from Sydney’s Western suburbs, she currently
lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.

 

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