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Release Blitz: Mister Big Stuff by Weston Parker

Synopsis

I’m a billionaire bad ass.

A military man who’s given up dreams for family.

A loner of sorts.

My father built an empire and left it and every bit of the shit that goes with it in my lap when he died. And I’m in desperate need of a personal assistant.

Someone who will speak straight, man up, take me on head-to-head. Force me to walk the line. Fuck me.

I just never expected it to be her. She’s a single mother. The girl from across the street when I was growing up. My little sister’s best friend. The one I lost my virginity to on a drunk night my senior year. But she’s perfect for the job and honestly, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

She cripples me just by walking in the room.

I want her more than I want my next breath, but does she feel the same? And would it stop me if she didn’t? Fuck no. After a long year of loses, I’m ready for a win. And I’m gonna start with her.

Cause she’s always been mine and we both know it.

 

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Excerpt:

I had work to do, but with Allison on her way, I was too distracted. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was so beautiful, and I made a mental checklist of all the women I’d met. None compared. She was the hottest, the prettiest, and the sexiest by far. I was so pissed at myself for letting her marry that asshole, but I knew without that asshole, she wouldn’t have her wonderful daughter. Perhaps everything had happened for a reason, and we were all supposed to be together. I pushed the thoughts out of my head. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I couldn’t just step in and assume anything. Sure, she was divorced, but it didn’t mean she’d want me for anything more than a friend.

Just when I’d finally gotten her off my mind, she showed up with a little knock on my door. “Knock, Knock.”

I smiled at her greeting because as kids, it had been the way we entered each other’s homes.

“Come on in. I was wondering when you’d show up. Did you get lost on the way?”

 


 
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Release Blitz: Jacob’s Ladder by Katie Ashley

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As the lead songwriter for Jacob’s Ladder, the last thing Gabe Renard needs is a debilitating case of writer’s block. After years of meaningless one night stands, he’s finding it hard to pen the love-filled ballads the label is requesting. In an effort to clear his mind, Gabe takes his jeep off-roading in the North Georgia Mountains.
When a wrong-turn leads to him getting stuck more than just creatively, he’s forced to call for help. To his surprise, the “Ray” who has been sent by Hart Wreckers to his aid is actually “Rae”—a sexy-as-hell spitfire in a pair of tight-as-hell jeans. The combination of Rae’s sassy mouth and rocking body might be the inspiration Gabe needs. But for the first time since becoming a rock star, his advances have been shot down.
Reagan Hart has never been a fan of musicians. In fact, just the mention of one might cause her to throw a tire tool. Her disgust for them started when she was just eight and her mother ran off with a traveling country singer, and it only worsened when at seventeen, her rocker boyfriend knocked her up before blowing out of town. As a single mother taking care of her family’s collision business, Rae doesn’t have time for hook ups, much less a relationship. And if she did make time, a musician would be last on her list, even one as good-looking as Gabe Renard.
Can Gabe find the words to prove not only to Rae, but himself, that she’s the only one for him?

 

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About the Author:Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon
Best-Selling author of both Indie and Traditionally published books. She lives
outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her spoiled mutt,
Duke. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Shakespeare,
Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education,
and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent eleven years teaching
both middle and high school English, as well as a few adjunct college English
classes. As of January 2013, she became a full-time writer.
Connect with Katie!

Website: 

http://www.katieashleybooks.com/
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Release Blitz: THE HUNT A Hard Love Romance by Monica James

 

THE HUNT
A Hard Love Romance spin-off from international bestselling author Monica James!

Genre: Rom-Com & Erotica

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From international bestselling author Monica James.

My name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can’t explain.

This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.

The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.

I…just…want…her.

I’m so screwed. 

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About Monica James

Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.

When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.

She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K.

Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.

Connect with Monica James!
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormonicajames
Twitter: https://twitter.com/monicajames81
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Instagram: @MonicaJames
Website: http://monicajamesbooks.blogspot.com.au/
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Release Blitz: Mister McHottie by Pippa Grant

Title: Mister McHottie
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: October 30, 2017
Blurb

Chase
I’ve just bought the woman of my nightmares.
Technically, I bought the company she works
for. Point is, she cost me my two best friends ten years ago. It’s payback
time, and I’m going to make her life hell.
When I’m not banging her silly and myself
stupid.
I need to get my head back in business,
because getting off is great, but He was a man who had sex, and lots of it,
and in the worst locations, with the woman of his nightmares
isn’t the
inscription I want on my tombstone.
Even if it’s true.
Ambrosia
There are three things I hate:
Bratwurst in any form, my neighbors boinking
loudly like farm animals at 3 AM, and Chase Jett.
Mostly I hate Chase Jett. It’s been ten years
since he took my virginity—I’d make a bratwurst joke, but the unfortunate truth
is that it would have to be a bratbest joke, which also pisses me off—and now
he’s not only a billionaire, he’s also my new boss.
Turns out our hate is mutual. And this kind of
hate is horrifically twisted, filthy, and banging hot.
I just might have to hate him forever.

Mister McHottie is 45,000 gloriously hilarious, hot, sexy words that your mother
warned you about, complete with an organic happy-ever-after (or seven), a
Bratwurst Wagon, ill-advised office pranks, and no cheating or cliffhangers.

Purchase Links
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Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Ambrosia
May Berger is standing in the elevator bank, peering up at the numbers. She
hiccups again. I stop beside her and watch her eyes go wide, then narrow, then
cross. Mirrored elevator doors are possibly the second greatest invention known
to man.
First, of
course, is the internet.
I stare at
Bro in the door mirror.
She stares
back.
For all the
shit she gave me growing up, I always respected her spine. As much as one can respect something that infuriating.
She got away with everything. Even when she was reckless.
I can
honestly say no woman I’ve been with since her has ever tried to make a break
for it in the Bratwurst Wagon.
As long as
I block out the month that followed, I can think of the Bratwurst Wagon with a
smile.
“Working
late or coming in early?” I ask.
“The hogs
are mating again,” she replies.
The world
believes this woman to be a sane, competent adult. Mind-boggling.
“Do you
always wait in elevator banks for women you want to harass?” she asks.
“Only when
I’ve gotten bored staking out the bathrooms.” I reach over and hit the up button, because she hasn’t. “Do you
always assume the elevators can read your mind?”
“They were
doing better than you. I didn’t want to go up.”
“And you’re
standing here because…?”
“It’s my
thinking spot.”
“It’s 3 AM
on a Wednesday morning.”
“Do you see
me judging you on wanting to use an elevator at 3 AM on a Wednesday morning?
No, you don’t. So why do you have to judge me for wanting to think in an
elevator bank at 3 AM? Hmmmmmm?” The hum trills up on the end, right in time
with her swiveling to face me. She squints one eye, then the other, before
scrunching her face, pointing her index finger at my nose, and making pew, pew noises.
If this is what the security guards were worried
I’d find, I’m rather disappointed.
“Drinking
on the job again?” I ask.
Again implies I’ve done it before. Which
I have not, unless you count that time the guava kale juice fermented, which I
don’t, because it only counts as drinking if I enjoy the alcohol. Also, all
whiskey was consumed off-premise.”
“So you’re
drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I’m barely buzzed enough to be
able to tolerate you.”
I eye her,
and decide she’s telling the truth. Her eyes are too focused and her tongue’s
too sharp for her to be drunk. I can’t even smell anything on her. Tired,
maybe, but not drunk.
“Was it
organic?” I ask dryly.
“It’s
whiskey, dickhead.”
Christ,
that mouth. I want to lick it and tape it shut all at the same time. “You
shouldn’t call your superiors names.”
She blows a
raspberry. The sight of her ripe pink tongue makes my cock leap to attention.
“Looking
for disciplinary action?” I murmur.
“Oh, don’t
you wish.” The elevator dings, and she lists inside. I’d try to catch her, but
frankly, I wouldn’t mind seeing her crash to the ground.
She comes
to a solid stop at the railing along the back paneled wall. “And you’re not my
superior,” she says.
“I write
your paycheck.”
“Not yet
you haven’t.” Spittle shouldn’t be sexy, but her second raspberry gives me a
longer look at her tongue. I remember that tongue. Long as a lizard’s, hot as a
volcano, talented as a porn star.
That’s as
complimentary as I get where Bro Berger is concerned.
“So Mr.
Liver-bellied Bratwurst-runner-away-er,” she says, “wouldn’t you be happier
owning a grocery store that I don’t work for? Because I’m sure we can find
another zagillionaire to take your place.”
I punch the
button to the eighteenth floor—where the fresh greens for tomorrow are being
picked and packed right now, if all’s on schedule—and give her my worst smile.
“Aw, Bro, your inflated opinion of my bank account is touching.”
“You could
be a mega-ka-billion-trillionaire, and you still wouldn’t have enough money to
buy a soul.”
I’m
relatively new to the ranks of the ten-figure club, but it’s still been years
since anyone has insulted me to my face.
Her blatant
hatred is oddly erotic. “Who needs a soul when I have the power to sack
tempestuous employees?”
“Go ahead.
I dare you.” She bangs the button for the fourth floor. Then the third, fifth,
seventh, ninth, and every odd number to the top. With a frown, she draws her
hand down the row of even numbers until every single floor is lit, and if I’d
still thought this was alcohol motivating her, the sharp, devious intention in
her cold eyes removes any doubt.
She’s fully
in control and she’s intentionally trying to bait me.
Heat creeps
over my scalp. It’s working.
She’s
making this elevator stop on Every. Single. Fucking. Floor.
I whip out
my cell phone—security can override her little prank—but as the doors close, my
signal dies.
She does
the MC Hammer dance, and her breasts jiggle under her swishy spring dress in a
way even a celibate Tibetan monk couldn’t resist. There’s no fucking way she’s
wearing a bra.
My cock twitches
harder.
How did a
woman so insanely evil land the world’s most perfect tits?
“Go on,
rich boy.” She switches to the Lawnmower, and now her hips are rocking it too.
“Buy your way out of that.”
Good Chase, the businessman, the gaming tech genius, the
face I show the world, the smarter part of my brain, hops off when the doors
open on the second floor, because he appreciates stairs and getting the hell
away from this deranged woman.
Bad Chase, though, has possessed my body, and keeps me
in the elevator.
I wave
goodbye to rational thought and better judgment—who needs those bitches
anyway?—and turn to Bro with a growl.
She’s
wiggling her sweet curvy ass at me now, arms circling, stirring the batter. “It’s my birthday, happy birthday, it’s my
birth—
oomph!”
Huh.
Emergency stop button works, but it’s a little choppy on the execution. Better
have maintenance look at that tomorrow.
I take one
large, purposeful step toward Bro.
She fists
her hands on her hips and calls me an asshole with her dark, heavy-lidded,
fuck-me bedroom eyes.
Yeah.
She’s
feeling it too.
That pull.
That hate. That inexplicable force of rage that can only be satiated with a
hard, hot fuck.
Author Bio
Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to
escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning
toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading,
writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.
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Cover Reveal: Intangible by Olive Teagan

Title: Intangible
Author: Olive Teagan
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: March 15, 2018
Blurb

Sebastian Abraham rose to invincible glory in
the most elite boardrooms of New York. He fell like a house of blood-stained
cards in the city’s underbelly. Morally bankrupt, emotionally vacant, he
surrenders his days to backbreaking stonemasonry work and his nights to chasing
the dark. When he opens his house to one woman and his life to another, he
can’t resist the constant craving for Delia’s vices and Hope’s virtues. He
doesn’t deserve either. And he won’t deny himself what he doesn’t deserve.
Delia Merritt sacrificed the unspeakable to get
an education. Now she’s on the brink of a law degree…and on the edge of losing
herself. For Seb, she’s the easygoing roommate. For Hope, she’s the best
friend. But for her, they are survival. Kisses taste like euphoria. Naked
touches feel like gravity. Volatile pleasure redefines her. A bed flavored with
the secrets of three damaged people is where Delia belongs—but hers are the
kind that wound, break, and could shatter them all.

Author Bio

Olive
Teagan is the author of the twisty, lush novels IntangibleThe
Grind
The Lying Hours, and the emotionally sharp Compass River
series. She writes acerbic and tantalizing fiction that explores human
nuance, fluid morality, and the imperfection of love. All the world’s a love
story.

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Release Blitz: My Pin Up Girl by Nicky Fox

 
Hunter
I’m a farmer. I love to have my feet planted on the dirt and my hands digging in the soil. I don’t expect to have my hands on the new enticing morsel next door. She bakes me an apple pie and prances around in these sexy red boots. I’m a Southern boy with manners. The way I’m thinking about that girl is anything but friendly.
Lenora
I’m a painter. I’ve moved to the countryside for some inspiration. There’s inspiration alight, right next door. When my horse dumps me right in this cowboy’s lap. He comes to my rescue while shirtless. What’s a girl to do? Sometimes you got to take a bull by the horns and giddy up.When Hunter’s farm becomes in jeopardy will their love stay strong or will it buck them off on their keisters?

Nicky Fox

Nicky lives in the Big D, Dallas, Texas that is. She loves reading romantic books with sexy times and loves writing them even more. Nicky is a ninja, stationery addict, and a movie buff. She eats cookie dough while she writes. If you like long walks on the beach, steamy books with sexy man candy then Nicky is your girl.

Release Blitz: ACQUISITION by Chelle Bliss



NOW AVAILABLE from USA Today bestselling author, Chelle Bliss, comes the Takeover Duet.


A ONE-NIGHT STAND WITH A HANDSOME STRANGER ​WASN’T A PROBLEM—UNTIL HE TRIED TO STEAL MY COMPANY.


ACQUISITION by Chelle Bliss

Takeover Duet Book #1

 


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A ONE-NIGHT STAND with a handsome stranger wasn’t a problem–until he tried to STEAL her company.
Ambitious, high-powered CEO Lauren Bradley is one press release away from catapulting her company to new heights.
Rival CEO, Antonio Forte is arrogant, controlling, and sexy.
She should know, since Antonio’s a one-night stand she thought she’d never see again.
Antonio wants to takeover more than her company, he wants her as part of the Acquisition.
Let the games begin…

Acquisition is the first book in the Takeover Duet.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Chelle Bliss is the USA Today bestselling author of the Men of Inked and ALFA P.I. series. She hails from the Midwest, but currently lives near the beach even though she hates sand. She’s a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, coffee fiend, and ex high school history teacher. She loves spending time with her two cats, alpha boyfriend, and chatting with readers.


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