Book Tour: Beautifully Restored by Trisha Madley

Title: Beautifully Restored
Author: Trisha Madley
Genre: Contemporary/Forbidden Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2019
Emerson Dawson hates her life – more specifically – her marriage. Her husband, David, believes she’s the reason for his bad fortune. Because of her guilt, she accepts a punishment for his destructiveness, but gains an experience she never knew she needed – Babysitting a million-dollar car, along with the one-and-only mechanic who can fix it; Donovan Bradley.
Donovan’s not what she expects. Beneath his rough exterior and bad boy ways, she finds a kind hearted man, full of compassion and passion, and a protectiveness she’s never felt. But above all, he’s sparked a fire within her that’s only begun to ignite.

Will their love survive the ride or will fate cause them to crash and burn?

“I was intrigued and captivated throughout this addictive page turner…” – Wendy’s Book Blog
“What a page turner !!!!” – Cranky – The Book Curmudgeon

I live in a small town in Pennsylvania with my husband, two amazing daughters and two dogs, an unlikely pair: a black Lab and Maltese. I spend my time writing, editing, reading and graphic designing. Visit me at

Book Blast A Loving Mix: Loving Day Anthology

A Loving Mix: Loving Day Anthology

Genre: Contemporary Interracial Romance



In our world, outside forces find reasons to keep us apart. Wealth, religion, and

race are dividing factors. All manmade barriers that have nothing to do with the

heart of the people involved. Although wealth and religion can be hidden, race


On June 12th, 1967, the Supreme Court struck down the laws that enforced

racial segregation in marriage and Loving Day was created. To celebrate this

step to remove this unjust barrier to love, eight Interracial Romance authors

have come together to celebrate with stories that challenge the social norms on

both sides of the coin. With contemporary, paranormal and historical settings

discover how finding the other half of your soul is worth fighting for.

Beyond Everything by Angela Kay Austin

When you’re trying not to be found, what happens when you can’t hide from

tradition, family or love?

The Dance by Jamallah Bergman

Living in a small town was hard enough but when old traditions are about to

mess with their Senior dance, Sophie decides that enough is enough. As she

embarks on her quest for a dance where ‘everyone is welcome’ she learns a lot

along the way about her small town’s racial history.

Grave Intentions -A Witch for Hire Novella by Shyla Colt

Hedge-witch, Cedar Hollings is used to working odd cases, but tracking a

necromancer with the witch-hating vampire Arlington Bonnor is taking her downa path she never imagined for herself.

An Imperfect Family by Tricia Drammeh

Zach and Claudia have always believed their love for each other could overcome

any obstacle, but when Zach’s teenage children come for a summer visit, an

unforeseen challenge threatens to destroy their love and everything they have

planned for their future.

Two if by Sea by Ines Johnson

Set sail on this fish out of water adventure as the Arthurian Lady of the Lake

crash lands into the Greek God of the Sea in “Two if by Sea”!

Secret Devotion by Reana Malori

Loving someone shouldn’t have to be so tough. Tanner and Chantell have loved

each for a lifetime, but sometimes love isn’t enough. Long-held bigotry and

prejudice has stood in the way of their love for too long. After years of hiding

behind the veil of friendship, Chantell has had enough and she’s willing to leave

Tanner if things don’t change. What she doesn’t realize is, Tanner will never let

her go.

Unintended by Cerece Rennie Murphy

Not all good news is cause for celebration. When eighteen-year-old Katherine

comes home from her first semester of college engaged to Clayton Davis, what

was expected to be a peaceful Thanksgiving dinner erupts into a multi-family

crisis as secrets are revealed, cultures clash, and confrontations re-open old

wounds. You’re Invited!

All That Matters In Her World by Michel Prince

John Brand IV knows he lives the easy life, but all that matters is being part of

Audi Cartwright’s world even if it costs him everything he’s been given.


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Angela Kay Austin – Angela Kay Austin writes Women’s Fiction and Romance;

stories of women who have been broken, but not beaten from her home in

Tennessee were she writes and dreams.

Jamallah Bergman – Jamallah Bergman writes both Contemporary and Erotica

Interracial Romance and also enjoys other hobbies in Atlanta GA where she

lives with her daughter.

Shyla Colt – USA Today Bestselling Author, Shyla Colt lives off coffee in the

Buckeye state, genre-hops her way through romance stories, and writes urban

fantasy into the wee hours of the morning.

Tricia Drammeh – Tricia Drammeh is an editor, blogger, and author of

multicultural fantasy, young adult paranormal, and contemporary fiction.

Ines Johnson – Lover of fairytales, folklore, and mythology, Ines Johnson spends

her days reimagining the stories of old in a modern world so that she can write

books where damsels cause the distress, princesses wield swords, and moms

save the world.

Reana Malori – Reana Malori is a Best Selling Author of contemporary,

paranormal and military romance books featuring women of color.

Cerece Rennie Murphy – Cerece Rennie Murphy is the National best selling and

award-winning author of 7 science fiction, fantasy, historical romance, and

children’s books that stimulate your mind and capture your heart.

Michel Prince-USA Today Best Selling Author Michel Prince lives in the Twin

Cities Area and writes contemporary, paranormal and sports romance.


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Book Tour: COUNTING ON YOU by J.C. Reed and Jackie Steele

 From New York Times Bestselling Author, J.C. Reed, and Jackie Steele comes a new standalone novel.

I have everything I want.
Success. Wealth. Women…and make that plenty of those. As a filthy-rich CEO, I would say I’m pretty much close to perfection.

Except for that one weakness: I’m cocky as hell, and an irresistible magnet for women.

So when one tiny mistake lands me in hot waters with the investors, I have one hell of a choice to make:
Restore my reputation…
Or risk losing my company.

I’m a man of my word and failure is not an option. Not now. Not ever.

I fully intend to uphold my responsibilities.

Sharing an apartment should be easy, right?

And it’s only for six weeks.
That’s what I thought before I found out that my new roommate is female.
And wow.
Vicky Sullivan is unlike any woman I’ve ever met.
She’s hot as sin, and crazy.
Definitely not my kind of crazy, but too hot to pass up.
There’s something about her that makes me rage with want.
I don’t like her, but obviously my dick does. And what he wants, he gets.

Six weeks…
Living together shouldn’t be too hard…
Until my best friend challenges me to a bet…
I make it my mission to make her mine.

There’s only one problem.
I have to break…Every. Single. Rule.
And did I mention she’s completely off-limits?

It’s too late to say no.

Author’s note – Counting On You is a full-length, standalone novel with no cliffhanger.
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Meet J.C. Reed
J.C. Reed is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She writes steamy contemporary romance with a touch of mystery and suspense. When she’s not typing away on her keyboard, forgetting the world around her, you can find her chatting with her readers on Facebook.

    Meet Jackie Steele

Jackie Steele is a USA Today Bestselling author and a true romantic at heart. Whether reading or writing, Jackie loves dark, emotional stories that twist with your head and take you on a journey. As an ever romantic, she believes in happy endings and true love in all forms, which is reflected in all of her books.

Book Blitz: Her Dominant Seal by Caitlyn O’Leary


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A Cry For Help

It only takes one phone call and Navy SEAL Drake Avery is rushing back to Tennessee in the middle of the night. His sisters are in danger and he will do whatever it takes to protect them.


A New Twist

Now is not the time for a relationship, but damned if Drake doesn’t cross paths with a smokin’ hot kindergarten teacher named Karen Eastman. Miss Eastman has Drake thinking naughty thoughts when he needs to have his head in the game. He never thought he’d be hot for teacher.


Demons from the Past

Part of the hell of going home is that you know everyone, and they know you.  Just when you think you can trust someone, they can turn on a dime.  Old and new enemies are thrilled to discover Drake has a beautiful new weakness:  Karen.  But messing with the women in his life, is a mistake.  You mess with the bull, you get the horns.





“Now, I want you to tell me all about yourself.  Starting with how you met my father, what kind of relationship you have with the sheriff, and how you ended up in this car scaring the piss out of my sister’s baby girl.”

“I’m not scaring no baby.”

Drake held onto his gun with his left hand and with his right, he reached over the front seat and wrapped his big hand around the man’s scrawny neck.  “You wanna re-think your answer?”

The man wheezed.  Both of Fred’s hands came up to try and yank Drake’s iron finger’s away from his throat.  It was no use.  Finally, he gave up, his eyes bulging.

“Nod if you’re going to answer my questions.”

The man gave the best nod he could under the circumstances.  Drake dropped him back into the front seat of his car.

“Prison.  I knew your old man from prison.  We done time together a couple of years ago.”

“He got ahold of you awfully fast considering he just got out three days ago.”

“Huey.  Huey called us.  He told us ole Norville was getting sprung.  He rounded us up.”  Great, it was a family affair.  His dad’s cousin Huey was in on things.  He’d always hated that fucker.

“Who’s us?”


Drake punched him in the back of the head.

The man let out a loud yell.  “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked as he tenderly touched the spot where Drake’s fist had landed.

“That was a love tap.  Give me names.”

“I don’t know everybody.”

The guy was a moron, Drake wanted to hit him again just to see if it would jumpstart his brain.  “Give me the names you do know,” he gritted out.

“There’s Al, he did time for trying to steal a car.  But it was an unmarked police car a block away from a police precinct.  He’s none too bright.”

“That must mean he’s dumber ‘n dirt if you’re noticing.”  Fred looked confused.  “Go on,” Drake prompted.

“Leslie is a man, even though he has a girl’s name.  He don’t like it when we try to call him Les.  He got beat up a lot in prison.  I personally think he liked it.  Getting beat up, that is.  Then there’s Snake.  He’s with the brotherhood.”

Drake thought he knew what he was talking about, but he wanted to be sure.

“What brotherhood?”

“You know, the Aryan brotherhood.  He’s a Nazi.  He says next month he’ll have more guys coming.”


“Why is Huey so hellbent on recruiting guys to help my father?”

“It’s the other way around.  Norville tells Huey what to do.  Your dad and his cousin used to own this town.  Huey’s been trying to keep things together, but Norville says he’s going to own the county with all his contacts.”

“How does the sheriff figure into all of this?”

“Snake told me that he doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty, he just wants kick-backs, so Huey’s been paying him and a judge off.”

Drake swallowed hard to keep the bile down.  Just what kind of family tree had he fallen out of?  And where the hell was Huey hiding out, because he sure as hell hadn’t been at the homestead last night.

“Where you from, Fred?”


“This your car?”  Drake could see the man consider lying.  He knocked him on the same spot on the head.

“Ow.  That hurts.  It’s my aunt’s car.”  Drake would bet anything that his aunt didn’t know Fred had it.

“Fred, you’re going to head back to Kentucky tonight.  If I see your ass in Tennessee again, I’m going to kill you.  Do you hear me?”

“Huey’ll kill me if I leave.”  Drake set down his gun on the backseat, leaned over the front seat, grabbed him by the throat and used the thumb of his other hand to dig into the goose-egg on the man’s head.  He was gratified by Fred’s scream.

“I’ll go.  I’ll go.  Please stop.”  Drake waited a moment, then he felt tears hit the hand that was holding onto Fred’s throat.

“Give me your gun and I’ll let you loose,” Drake promised.

“I don’t have one.”

Drake dug in harder.

“It’s in the glove box.”

What a dumbshit.  He’d had his gun where it wasn’t readily available.

“Open the driver’s side door and get out of the car when I let you loose, Fred.  Then go to the hood of the car and assume the position.”

“I’ll do anything.  Just stop hurting me.”

More tears hit Drake’s hand.  He released Fred and prayed he wouldn’t make a play for the gun in the glovebox.  Not that he’d have a problem subduing the asshat.  Nope, he just wanted Fred to be conscious and able to drive back to Kentucky in the next ten minutes.

Fred opened the car door and was soon pressed spread-eagled over the hood of the car.  Drake leaned over the front seat and pulled Fred’s pistol out of the glovebox.  He then got out of the car and frisked Fred and found a switchblade in his boot.

“Pop the trunk of the car,” Drake directed, wanting to see if there were any more weapons.

The smell of body odor assaulted him when the trunk opened.

“My God man, haven’t you heard of deodorant?” Drake demanded.  It had been rank in the car as the man sweated, but the pile of dirty laundry made him gag.

“I was going to go to the laundry-mat,” Fred defended himself.

“Just get home to Kentucky and burn your clothes, you can’t save them.  If I see you here again, you’re going to be the first one I target.  Are we clear?”

Fred nodded.

“Say the words.  Are we clear?”

“Yes.  I’m leaving town now.  Can I have my gun?” he asked, proving just how stupid he was.

Drake shook his head and pointed to the open car door.  “You’ve got one minute for me to see taillights.  Otherwise you’ll be wishing Huey was here.”

Fred stood there looking at him.

“One, two, three,” Drake started counting, and Fred scrambled towards the driver’s seat.  He hit his knee against the door.  Once again, Drake had to listen to him whine.  Fred gunned the car trying to get it to go.  It was obvious the parking brake was on, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to press on the accelerator.  God, he’d be lucky to make it out of Sevier County, let alone back home to Kentucky.  Finally, Fred figured out his problem and the car lurched forward, and he did a fast U-turn.  It had taken longer than the allotted time, but Drake always gave extra consideration to the chronically stupid.




About the Author:



Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.


Her Series Include:


It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.



This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.



This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.


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Promo: Inn Danger by Sherri Stewart


by Sherri Stewart

A Historical Romance/suspense

Everything is going wrong at the Buttercup Inn. Following the fire, the accident, and the theft, Winnie’s confidence as an innkeeper is at an all-time low. If it weren’t for Matthew Lister’s steadying presence and help, she’d sell the inn and move away from St. Augustine. What’s more, the chemistry between Matt and herself is more than she can handle, especially since he answered her all-important question the wrong way. He didn’t have a camel.

Winnie Flaherty doesn’t know whom to trust. Someone is trying to ruin her business and possibly even kill her. Her love life isn’t faring any better because, after all, how many potential suitors in St. Augustine own a camel?

Chapter One

The horse ignored her.

“Come on, Malarkey,” Winnie pleaded, “Help me. I can’t pull this cart out of the ditch by myself.” She blew an errant strand of hair from her damp forehead, scratched the horse’s withers, and surveyed the cart. Its tilted wheel stuck fast in the muddy grooves that skirted the road, and the wheel had separated from the cart.

“What am I going to do?” Why was this happening?

She peered up at the clouds. God, help.

She tugged at her damp, scratchy collar. The sun’s intensity was unusual for February in St. Augustine. The balmy Atlantic breezes failed to reach this backroad between Joe Buck’s General Store and the Buttercup Inn.

Winnie fingered Malarkey’s mane. “You are not helping. The icebox items will go bad if we don’t get a move on. Miss Simpson will throw a fit if I don’t serve clotted cream with her strawberries. She already thinks I’m a failure as an innkeeper.”

When her horse continued to ignore her, she tried bribery. Rifling through the bags, she extracted a carrot and held it close to Malarkey’s nose. “Doesn’t this smell good?”

He didn’t budge, so she tried appealing to his higher equine nature. “Malarkey, a good tea service means happy guests, which means more guests, and money for a real stable.”

She inched backwards, cajoling, prodding, and pleading. He didn’t budge.

She was tugging on his reins when her heel landed in a rut. Flailing arms had no effect on overcoming gravity. Like a dead weight, she fell, the stony surface of the road digging into her lace bloomers.

Moaning, she pushed herself to a seated position and assessed the situation. The heel of her shoe remained stuck in the rut—as stubborn and immovable as Malarkey. The carrot had flown in some unknown direction. Her summer frock was stained and covered with dust, and her shoe had no heel. Something dripped off her cheek—she dabbed at it. Russet-colored mud. She wiped it with her sleeve.

What else could go wrong? She sniffed the air. Was that a skunk she smelled?

Her ears perked up at the clip-clopping of approaching hooves. At last, someone to help save her parcels of food. She started to rise when the hem of her dress caught in her one good shoe and ripped.

“Great, now I’m not decent,” she whined to the horse.

Grasping a handful of torn cloth from the rear, she rose to her feet and balanced on her one good shoe.

She hoped whoever was coming wasn’t that harridan, Miss Landis, who owned the inn across the street from her Buttercup Inn. Maybe that was why she smelled skunk. She smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt and tried to appear dignified.

A man rounded the corner, slowed, and stopped six feet from her.

“May I be of service?”

She held back the impulse to roll her eyes. Nothing irked her more than people who stated the obvious. Despite the sun’s glare, she caught the amused lines that skirted his eyes, and her anger flared inside.

That was all she needed—a smug Northerner. Winnie knew almost every one of the nearly two thousand residents of St. Augustine. He was not from around here—of that she was sure. His stifled grin wasn’t lost on her.

He slid off his horse, tipped his bowler, and proffered a hand. Thick raven hair framed his tanned face.

Something about him was familiar. Strong chin. Aquiline nose. Laughing, kind eyes. It couldn’t be the boy from grammar school. This man was tall, rugged, and sure of himself.

“Matthew?” She wiped her hand on her skirt and took his hand. “What happened to that lad who followed me home from school every day?”

“If it isn’t Winnifred Flaherty. As I recall, someone needed to be there to pick you up when you fell off your horse or the playground swing or whatever.” He studied the cart. “And that need still exists, I see.”

The skin on the back of her neck prickled. “It’s Winnie now, and yes, I was a tad accident-prone when I was younger. It wasn’t easy playing games at recess in a dress. But I’m all grown up now, so I can handle things myself.” An untimely dollop of mud dripped from her hair onto her dress with a plop. She dabbed at it with the back of her hand, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

He ambled to the cart and squatted to examine its wheel. “The shaft is broken, but I can fix it.” He rose and laid his hand on the horse’s mane. “Malarkey? Hey boy, I remember you.” With a soft voice and a gentle touch, he guided the horse forward.

Malarkey snorted playfully. Within a moment, Matthew hauled the cart onto the road.

She gaped at him. “How did you do that? You must have a way with animals.”

“It’s a gift. It comes in handy when you’re a veterinarian.” He gave her the barest glance as he patted the horse’s flank and spoke quiet words in his ear. He picked up the carrot she had dropped earlier and fed it to him. Malarkey strutted and huffed, enjoying the attention.

She crossed her arms and eyed the bags of food growing warm in the hot sun. “I don’t know how I’m going to get those parcels home.”

“Let me see what I can do.” When Matthew bent down to examine the underside of the cart again, Winnie stared at his back, irritated at his success with the horse. She didn’t appreciate his smirk. This wasn’t the best of days for her, and he should be more compassionate, as he had been in grammar school—when all she had to do was crook her finger and he’d come running.

His broad shoulders rippled under his shirt. He certainly had grown into his body. The combination of gentleness and strength awakened dormant feelings inside her, which overpowered her mouth.

“You’ve filled out.” As soon as the words spilled out, she covered her lips with her fist. Her gaze dropped to the ground. Hopefully, he hadn’t heard.

When she glanced up, he was shaking his head. “So, you still say whatever comes to mind.”

Her cheeks warmed. No, she wouldn’t bite back. Instead she changed the subject. “Last time I saw you was in tenth grade when you announced you were moving out west. I heard you joined the army.”

“That is correct.” He opened his mouth to say more but then pressed his lips together in a narrow line.

When he didn’t offer more information, she asked, “what brings you back here?”

“My grandfather. He died in early 1879. His house has sat empty for two years. I’m staying there while I settle his estate, but I’m also searching for a place to open a veterinarian clinic. My cousin is here as well. You remember Mel Maislin?” He dropped to the ground and shimmied under the cart.

“How could I forget boisterous Mel? All the times he got in trouble for his pranks on the teacher or some unassuming classmate.” Mel and Matthew had been an inseparable pair, but Matthew was the kinder, smarter, and quieter one, who stood back and allowed his cousin to enjoy the limelight.

School memories came billowing back in waves as she stared at Matt, lying on the dusty road under the cart. The time when he left his group of friends to help her up and dust her off when she fell out of a tree after trying to retrieve a ball. And that dark day in eighth grade when he’d insisted on walking her home from school after she received news that her father had died.

Even then, she had a crush on him, not that she would have admitted it to anyone but God. Although he was a few years older, his desk was behind hers because Lister came after Flaherty in the alphabet. Whenever she glanced back, he met her eyes with a wink. It made her blush when he caught her staring at him.

She said, “Sorry about your grandfather. I know how hard it is to lose someone.” She cleared her throat. “Isn’t Mel at Yale?”

“He just finished his first year of law school. Still loves to have a good time.” He rose to his feet, removed a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands. “So what have you been up to?”

“I run the Buttercup Inn. Mother passed a year ago, and now it is up to me to keep it going.”

“I’m sorry about your mother. She was a wonderful woman.”

This grown-up Matthew Lister intrigued her. He didn’t hesitate a moment to get his clothes dirty. Her interest triggered that all-important question—the one never too far from her mind. “By any chance, do you have a camel?”

“What?” He stared at her for a moment, then pointed back. “Just the horse.” After retrieving his hat, he mounted his steed.

She limped over to him and patted his horse. “Thank you for helping me … again and again. Why don’t you and Mel come by the inn for tea. It’s the least I can do.”

He put on his hat. “What would your husband say?”

“I’m not married.” She forced the next words out. “But I am already taken.”

A groove formed between his brows. “Are you engaged? Do I know him?”

“No and no.” She couldn’t tell him the truth because he’d laugh at her. She was determined to be faithful to her promise. He continued to stare at her with head cocked, so she said, “It’s a long story. You don’t want to know.”

“Humor me.”

She hesitated, but she owed him something for helping her since she couldn’t afford to pay him. “Remember Fran and Lizbeth from school? The year after you moved away, the girls in our class—all six of them became obsessed with finding out who they would marry. I didn’t care, but everyone else did. Fran and Lizbeth even paid for a session with Miss Miranda, the fortune-teller who lived above the general store.”

Matt took a brush from his saddlebag and rubbed his horse’s black mane. “Why didn’t you care?”

“Father had died. Mother and I were in survival mode. We had more important things to think about.” Like money for food, she thought. “The girls talked me into going with them to Miss Miranda’s, but I chickened out at the last minute and waited outside. It didn’t seem right to trust a fortune-teller for such an important decision and to have to pay for it.”

“Wise choice, but you haven’t answered my question.”

“I’ve said enough.” She didn’t add another word because he wouldn’t understand. She didn’t tell him that she preferred to get her answers from the Bible. She didn’t tell him she’d prayed for God to reveal her future husband’s identity. When God didn’t answer her, she let her Bible fall open and pointed with her eyes closed. “And behold, he stood by the camels at the well,” the verse in Genesis said. Because that piece of information seemed so obscure, she prayed again and followed the same procedure. This time she pointed at the name Melchizedek.

Even though Florida had no camels, she held onto her promise from God. Her husband Melchizedek would have a camel. When anyone showed her the slightest interest but clearly didn’t qualify, she responded with, “I’m already taken.”

He broke into her thoughts. “You’re still a daydreamer. I put the wheel back on and fashioned a temporary shaft. You’ll make it to the inn, but I will follow behind in case it doesn’t hold. I would be happy to come by tomorrow and put a new shaft on it.”

“That is very generous of you.” Her shoulders loosened. “Of course, I want to pay you for your work.”

“Not necessary. My pleasure.” His eyes were kind, but his jaw tightened. “I want to warn you. The break on the shaft was a clean one.”

“What does that mean?”

“The wood was cut with a saw. It may have been done intentionally.”


Author Bio

Once she passed the bar, Sherri’s immediate plan five years ago was to practice immigration law in Atlanta, but God had other plans for her. She teaches twelfth grade English in Orlando during the day and writes romantic suspense novels in her spare time at night. Her first two novels, Come Out of Hiding and A Well-founded Fear of Death won awards at writers’ conferences in Florida. Inn Danger, which won a Tapestry award, is her third novella. Sherri lives with her husband Bobby, son Joshua, and dog Lilith near Orlando. She enjoys golf, walking, reading novels, trivia, the Bible, and her friends and family.


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Release Tour: Offensive Rebound by MJ Fields



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It’s a call that changes my life–and my little girl’s. Years ago, playing for the NBA was the dream, but the Seattle Stallions suck. Worse than that, my old teammate is now the star center–not to mention my number one rival. There has to be a catch, some sort of agenda. Before I was injured, I was the best. Now? There’s no way they want me.

But when I see the roster and salaries, it all comes together. It’s a chance to get on the court again and change our lives. And I just can’t wait for the opportunity to finally take him down. What I never counted on is Courtney Cohen being the game changer.

I inherited the Bad News Bears of the NBA. When I discovered the star center, my ex fiancé, cheating on me, all I want is to jump ship before the whole thing sinks. But with revenge on my mind, I exact a plan. Take down the dirty player and save my father’s dream.

Suddenly twelve minutes is too little time, and a season is not long enough.






“You still afraid of me?” Courtney asks. I push her hair out of her face. “No.” “I’m afraid of you.” “No beer muscles tonight?” I ask, glancing at her empty glasses. She shakes her head. I scoot in closer to her. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.” “Liking you too much,” she says then takes a drink. I turn her in her seat so she’s facing me. “You’re gonna like me even more when I’m inside you.” Her body grows taut. “You can’t say stuff like that. It makes me uncomfortable.” “Well, now I’m going to have to do it more often to get you used to it; make you crave it, beg for it.”



About the Author


USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.

Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.

She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.

MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.

MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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Book Tour: Break Point by Rachel Blaufeld


It’s reckless and hot until one of them taps out.

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Juliette Smith, star tennis player, is starting over at a new university. Traumatized by hazing at her last school, all she wants is to attend classes, win tennis matches, and be left the hell alone.

She should have known her coach, Drew King, would be a problem from the moment he flexed his sexy-as-hell forearms.

What happens when you mix a pissed-off woman with a bunch of snooty teammates and a hot coach?

A heated match, complete with team politics and a forbidden game of singles with the coach.


It’s reckless and hot until one of them taps out.


Unable to admit she may be better off as a double, Jules is convinced she needs to play the game of life alone. Then life throws her a lob and she runs smack into her past.

Coach King is back, and he wants to take control of the game. But she’s not certain she wants his advice when it comes to the life she’s built.

The power struggle is on, but this time off the court.

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Meet Rachel


Rachel Blaufeld is a bestselling author of Romantic Suspense, New Adult, Coming-of-Age Romance, and Sports Romance. A recent poll of her readers described her as insightful, generous, articulate, and spunky. Originally a social worker, Rachel creates broken yet redeeming characters. She’s been known to turn up the angst like cranking up the heat in the dead of winter.

A devout coffee drinker and doughnut eater, Rachel spends way too many hours in local coffee shops, downing the aforementioned goodies while she plots her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end as lusciously as her treats.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found courtside, tweeting about hoops as her son plays, or walking around the house wearing earplugs while her other son, the drummer, bangs away.

To connect with Rachel, she’s most active in her private reading group, The Electric Readers, where she shares insider information and intimate conversation with her readers.

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