Preorder ~ SHATTERED LOVE by Nivia Borell

Title: Shattered Love (Forever Us, #1)

Author: Nivia Borell

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 28, 2018




Bria du Mont and Damien du Sky have been in love for as long as they can remember. Neighbors and best friends since childhood, they planned to be together forever.


That is until Damien seeks to propose to Bria on her eighteenth birthday and finds her in bed with another man.


Bria has no memory of how she ended up in that situation, but Damien still leaves her. Traumatized by his departure, she develops broken heart syndrome and becomes emotionally numb in her search for closure.


Meanwhile, Damien drowns his pain in alcohol before becoming a ruthless CEO and a playboy who refuses to let himself love again.


Prisoners of their past, Bria and Damien prove incapable of staying away from each other. They dig deeper into the fateful night which tore them apart and uncover secrets which will threaten all they know and challenge the meaning and strength of true love.

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“I am done, Bria,” he says, his bloodshot eyes sealed on mine, his voice cracking. He raises a hand exposing the inside of his palm as I gawk at the fine and long lines carving it. “I have to give you something. Here is my bleeding heart. It has ceased beating in my chest, Bria. It’s yours and always has been. Mend it or smash it!”

His words and torn expression snap something inside me, but before I sink to the floor, he grabs me and scoops me into his lap. Tears run down his pain-distorted face, and I can’t take it any longer. I join him, and we weep in earnest for what feels like an eternity. Then, with my head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around me, we sit here on the floor, an entangled mess of broken hearts and bodies and sad sounds.

I feel a strong urge to caress him, but I halt my attempt to comfort him. Maybe I am completely mad because I’ve always felt this aching need to be there for him, to ease his pain. I can’t rein in myself even after everything that’s happened. He’s the one I can never turn away from, my other half. I feel truly possessed and under the spell and power of something that, although it feels foreign and distant, is still strong enough to make me surrender my all to him. I am far from caring or cringe he will hurt me anymore. I’ve been on the receiving end for a long time now, and it has never deterred me from trying to mollify his pain. Yes, I suppose he might show some sort of disturbed rejection and hurl cruel words my way, but, as always, I will take it for what it is—his particular coping mechanism.

“How can you even touch me?”

I freeze with my hand midway in the air because the last time we were together, he said he despised and loathed me, so, of course, he will not like my caress. Likely sensing my turmoil, he clasps my hand in his and trails kisses down my wrist. His gesture has something reverent in it, and the moisture he leaves on my hand mesmerizes me. I can’t seem to peel my eyes away.

“Bria, how can you wish to touch and comfort me? How can you caress the same person who caused you the most pain? Comfort the one person who’s not at all worthy of it? How can you touch the same person who said those horrible things to you back then, terrible lies out of the mouth of a complete sinner?”

I just stare at him in disbelief, and a fine line spreads on his forehead. Maybe I’m already dead and haven’t noticed it. Perhaps I took too many aspirin with too much wine. I look at the aspirin foil. It is intact. My body trembles with Damien’s closeness, but my mind is far away. He snatches the packet from my hand, and his brows snaps together.

“What the fuck are these, Bria? What are these pills?” He shakes me, but I still can’t utter any words. “Answer me, Bria, or I’ll force you to retch! Do you really enjoy making me lose my damn mind? I am on the brink of my sanity here, and you are not helping.”

The force of his voice rattles the walls. Is he for real? I manage to find a few words. “It’s aspirin. I have a headache,” I lie.

“Stop deceiving me, Bria. It kills me how easily you can lie while looking me straight in my face.”

He clenches my upper arms, and I tilt my head up.

“When did it become so effortless for you, my sweet baby? Can you remember the day I told you I wanted to corrupt your innocence but hoped it would still be there shining in your hazel eyes? What have I done?”



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Nivia Borell is a contemporary romance author, voracious reader, nature lover, star gazer, day dreamer. She spends her nights deciding between getting up to write, and staying in bed and forgetting the assault of her characters on her sleep (the battle is never ending). She has a weakness for tormented characters, second chances, and happy endings.

While writing is her biggest passion, her husband, family, and books are her greatest loves.

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Release Blitz: This Kiss by Melody Grace

Title: This Kiss
Series: Sweetbriar Cove #8
Author: Melody Grace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2018

Welcome to Sweetbriar Cove: the home of feel-good romance!

Jenny Archer knows that fairytales aren’t real… so when a handsome Scotsman
shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night, she figures there has to
be a catch. Like the fact that he’s tall, dark, and emotionally unavailable –
and claims to be the new owner of her home.

The last thing Fraser Macintosh needs is drama. He’s traded the flashy art
scene for a quiet life working on his paintings in Sweetbriar Cove, but he
didn’t figure on his new house coming complete with a beautiful, stubborn
caretaker, and her smart-mouthed niece.

They may be unlikely roommates, but soon, sparks are flying between Fraser and
Jenny – and heating up the dark autumn nights on Cape Cod. But can Jenny open
her heart to this rakish stranger? And will Fraser trade his bachelor life for
this unexpected new family?

Find out in the latest feel-good romance from New York Times bestselling
author, Melody Grace!

The Sweetbriar Cove Series:
#1 Meant to Be
#2 All for You
#3 The Only One
#4 I’m Yours
#5 Holiday Kisses
#6 No Ordinary Love
#7 Wildest Dreams
#8 This Kiss

#9 Always Be Mine (March)
#10 Two Hearts (July)

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Author Bio

A small-town girl, Melody grew up in the English countryside
before moving to Los Angeles. She is now a New York Times bestselling author of
feel-good contemporary romance novels, and is also currently writing for the
upcoming BRIDGERTONS television adaptation from Netflix. She has two
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Release Blitz: Seducing Bran by Jules Barnard

Title: Seducing Bran
A Cade Brothers Novel
Author: Jules Barnard
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 22, 2018


The wrong brother…
Ireland needs a fresh start, and her cousin convinces her to
take a chance on a charismatic bad-boy with a wicked boat and a killer body.
But when Ireland shows up for the popular Lake Tahoe booze cruise he runs, she
finds his handsome older brother at the helm instead.
Bran likes things structured and predictable. Especially
after the mistakes he made ten years ago. But his father’s recent passing threw
his calm life into chaos, and now Bran is in charge of the family’s five-star
restaurants. He’s been grasping to get things back to status-quo ever since.
He has no idea how much more complicated life will get.
Flame-haired Ireland is exactly the type of beautiful woman
Bran has programed himself to avoid. But when she falls into his lap on a booze
cruise his brother asked him to cover, the boat isn’t the only thing tossed by
the water. Bran’s heart goes overboard as well.
Headstrong Ireland is nothing Bran wants, and everything
he needs.

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Jules Barnard is a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA-nominated
author of contemporary romance and romantic fantasy. Her contemporary series
include the Men of Lake Tahoe and the Cade Brothers. She writes romantic
fantasy under the same pen name with the Halven Rising series LIBRARY JOURNAL
calls “…an exciting new fantasy adventure.” Whether she’s writing
about sexy men in Lake Tahoe or a Fae world embedded in a college campus, Jules
spins addictive stories filled with heart and humor.
When Jules isn’t in her sweatpants writing and rewarding
herself with chocolate, she spends her time with her husband and two children
in their small hometown on the California coast. She credits herself with the
ability to read while running on the treadmill or burning dinner.
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Cover Reveal/Preorder Full Body Check by SE Hall




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Full Body Check by SE Hall

Cover: Designs by Dana

RELEASE DATE: Friday, November 16th



Hockey isn’t just a sport, a game, a career. To me, hockey is life.

When I’m on the ice, nothing else matters — I’m in my zone — always ten plays ahead of the opponent, and always in control.

Except for that night.

That game.

The first one she’d ever been to — Gracelyn Bolton.

And I found her.

Even while slammed against the wall, tangled up with the enemy’s ace goon — known only for his fighting, not his stats — I spotted her, only her, amongst a crowd of hundreds.

And when I finally track her down, the list of reasons why things won’t work is long… throwing me completely off my game.



S.E. Hall, NYTimes & USA Today Bestselling Author




Cover Reveal: Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas by Julia Kent

Title: Shopping for a Baby’s First Christmas
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #15
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Clarissa Yeo, Yocla Designs
Release Date: December 6, 2018

My mother wants all her kids and grandkids to spend Christmas Eve at her
house and wake up on Christmas morning together. 
Sounds reasonable, right?
And it would be.
If it weren’t my mother.
My husband, Declan, is protesting any involvement, though he’s openly
intrigued by the idea of claiming his territory by suggesting we have sex in my
childhood bed.
And by ‘suggest,’ I mean make a series of really hot offers that make me
whimper when I have to say no.
Wait – why am I saying no again?
Mom has turned her house into a Christmas showcase that makes Frankenmuth
look like the picked-over clearance rack at Target on December 26. You know
those crazy people on Etsy who make felted gnomes out of belly button lint and
use … a certain kind of hair… to make thatched roofs on little decorative elf
Those people are saner than my mother.
There is no force of nature stronger — and more emotionally volatile —
than a fifty-something grandmother determined to create holiday memories.
Wait a minute. Maybe there is.
My husband.

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“Here,” I
say, shaking the shirt free of cat hair. “Sounds like someone’s getting ready
for carols.” A few piano notes drift up the stairs.
already here,” Dec replies as he sets Ellie down on hands and knees. She
promptly crawls over to the trash can, which is, thankfully, empty.
“Not Carol.
Carols. Christmas carols.”
He freezes,
arms up in the sleeves, about to pull the shirt over his head. Ah, what a pose.
The fire downstairs isn’t the only thing heating up in this house right now.
“We have to
“Of course!
It’s tradition!”
knocks the trash can over and claps for herself, looking at us as if to say, See what I did? Give me my gold medal.
Flesh show
over, Declan finishes pulling on his shirt. I burst into laughter at the vision
of my husband in horizontal green and white stripes, green piping around the
neck and cuffs of his pjs. I’m in red and white, and so is Ellie, with a big
white snowflake on her butt.
“What’s so
“You look
like a piece of hard candy.”
He grabs my
hand and puts it on his crotch. “I could give you something to lick.”
“DEC! Not
in front of the baby!”

Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent
writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult
rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she
writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for
a Billionaire
, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a
men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with
her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever,

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Release Blitz: Have a Heart by Jodi Watters

Title: Have a Heart
Series: Love Happens #4
Author: Jodi Watters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2018
If he had one, she’d be the woman he’d give it to.
A runaway
bride, searching for happily ever after.
A Navy
SEAL, who doesn’t believe in such things.
A bar, in
the middle of nowhere, and fate, who’s been awaiting this day. 
When I left
my groom at the altar, I didn’t care where I went, or who I met along the
When I
walked into a roadside bar in Nowhere, California, I wasn’t planning on
When I sat
down beside Jason Reynolds, I had no idea who he really was. 
My world
turned upside down.
Now all I
want to do is save him.
I tried to
ignore her. The beautiful train wreck who’d crashed my pity party.   
I tried to
fight temptation. Her sweet smile and smart mouth threatened my misery.
I tried to
walk away. My blackened soul didn’t deserve her bright, hopeful light.
My team
calls me Tin Man for good reason.
Love has no
place in my life.

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         I’m a wisher. Always have been.
As a young
girl, I’d stand before my closed bedroom door, wishing a Barbie Dream House
would appear on the other side.
“No way,”
my dad would sneer, a cigarette between his lips. “Not unless I hit the ponies
tonight.” Despite his habit of gambling our grocery money, neither ever
As a
gangly teenager, I’d stand in front of a mirror, wishing for bigger boobs and a
fuller bush because I’d just seen Candace Michaels naked in the locker room
after third period P.E. class. You could say I was stunted in comparison. My
only solace was knowing those envious breasts would sag one day.
As a
community college graduate, I stood before the liquidated store I’d just
purchased thanks to a small business loan, providing employment to the two most
important people in my life, wishing to God I’d always be able to pay their
salaries. Theirs before mine, it turned out, on occasion. No matter. There was
currency in independence.
I also
wished I could twirl a baton, participate in a flash mob, and eat cake every
day without gaining weight. But, as my dad always said, I could wish in one
hand and shit in the other and see which one filled up first.
His best
and only advice.  
Through it
all, I’ve stared at nineteen different sheets of paper, always questioning what
I’d written, wishing many times over I was a poet. That I carried within me a
grace to evoke tender emotion, along with the guts to expel the toxic ones,
using nothing but a pen and the alphabet. Oftentimes I missed the mark, yet I
sent the messages anyway.
Yes, I’m
an old-school letter writer. A throwback to another generation. It’s not by
choice, believe me. This obsession started years ago, and I only write to one
I’ve avoided it. There’s been nothing to say.
But now,
in the middle of the night, I suddenly have plenty to say. To write.
The man
lying in bed next to me gives me pause. I know he’s asleep before I turn to
look, his breathing slow, but his body tense. Ready for the unexpected. A
learned habit that might never leave him. There’s something precious in seeing
him sleep, the weight of a nation briefly lifted. In repose, he becomes more
man than machine, despite himself.
More real.
More reachable.
not to jostle the blankets, I slide the remote from his slack hand and turn up
the volume on an informercial to cover the sound of my movements. No easy feat,
given he has catlike reflexes and can hear footsteps two doors down. Smiling,
my heart expands. Those are only a few of the many skills that make him
straight-up cool, in and out of a uniform.
So far, so
good, the light from the TV guiding me as I crawl out of bed and grab paper and
pen from the dresser. Not bothering to cover myself, I stand in the same spot
and write what’s in my heart, the words clambering to come out. It’s all I can
do to make my cursive scroll legible. Most of my letters are like this. Born of
furious inner thoughts.  
       Dear… I begin, then pause on the next looping letter.
I always
write friend.
The safety
of our anonymity now gone, I write his name instead, personally addressing him
for the first time. He feels like two different men to me, both of whom I love,
but neither of which I deserve.
       It’s odd
to use your name. I might never get used to that. I might never write you
another letter either. It feels wrong now, as I look at the face of a man who’s
been my sounding board, my guiding light, my surprise of a lifetime. Soft with
sleep, his burdens at rest, it’s a face that proves every sappy love song
right. Love—and let’s be honest, a daily dose of sex—really is all you need.
And pizza.
       Love, sex,
and pizza. The ultimate threesome. But I digress.
has one, you know. A love story. Even the non-believers, one of which is the
man embedded within my soul. Some of the stories are good, some bad. Some of
them, for the very lucky, are even great. Those are the ones that last, defying
a low survival rate.  
always wished mine—I mean, ours—to be a lovely tale that played out like a
metaphoric fable, where hummingbirds sipped nectar from orange blossoms on
dew-dampened spring mornings, our love growing from the softest flutter of
paper-thin wings, to a steady beat so sure and strong, you could tell the time
and temperature by it. What appeared outwardly fleeting could easily withstand
the rigors of Mother Nature. Bring on the hurricane. We’ll wait for the
       Go ahead.
Laugh your fine, cynical ass off. I was thirteen when I dreamt that gem up, and
while you might be hero material to me and many others, you’re no fairy tale
prince. God knows, I’m no princess, so I’m laughing right along with you. We’re
the sorriest pair of hummingbirds ever.
       But the
thing is… I don’t care how it really happened.
that it did.
I continue
to bleed words of love, and then regret, onto the page, desperate to say
everything I need to. Confess my sins the only way I know how.
rustling of sheets interrupts me, and I quickly slide the paper into the
drawer, reaching for his discarded t-shirt at the same time.
it on, I cover my nakedness and grin at the scowl that crosses his gorgeous
face. Rolling to his side, his unguarded eyes beckon
Patting the bed, his voice is rough with sleep.
hesitation, I let him envelop me in his strong, capable arms.
my hair, he asks the question I’m prepared for. “What were you doing? It’s zero
dark thirty.”
Burying my face in his neck, I kiss him and fight tears, feeling far more
secure than I should. The taste of his skin is achingly familiar, and I let my
lips linger. The privilege, I know, is temporary. “Just shaking off a dream.”
“Mmm,” he
rumbles, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “A good one or bad?”
The answer
is complicated.
“Both,” I
finally admit, the tears falling unbidden. I hide them, and the darkness allows
me my privacy. “Tighter,” I whisper, and he just seems to know, the band of his
arms flexing.
breathing is shallow, but my love is deep, and I selfishly ask for more.
“Tighter. Please.”   
hummingbirds and orange blossoms.  
      This is the love story—the sad, but true story—I’m meant to be in.

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My love for
steamy romance began when I was in junior high. A friend and I noticed a
dumpster of discarded paperbacks behind our local dime store. Covers missing
and each book split down the spine, I scanned the pages for any love or lust
words—and curse words, too. From that point on, I scoured the public library
and the paperback racks at every store, reading anything labeled romance. I said
a tearfully grateful goodbye to Judy Bloom, and Jackie Collins began ruling my
I live with
my high school sweetheart husband in the desert Southwest. Awesome in the
winter, not so much in the summer.
My life
long goals are to think before I speak, smile more and swear less, and actually
weigh what my driver’s license states I do. 
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Release Blitz: Heartbreak Warfare by Heather M. Orgeron & Kate Stewart

Title: Heartbreak Warfare
Authors: Heather M. Orgeron & Kate Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
Release Date: November 2, 2018


Remember when I said we couldn’t speak after parting ways in Germany? It was
the day I broke your heart. What you didn’t know was that I was breaking mine

I thought they’d be enough–my husband and my son. That I’d get home and
everything would go back to the way it was . . .

Before the war.
Before the ambush.
Before you.

But, no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the trauma we shared. I can’t seem
to forget the way my heart beat in time with yours.

The truth is I’m lost without you.

I thought the nightmare was over when they pulled us from that hole in the
ground, but nothing could have prepared me for the war I’d face at home.
I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but, please, I have to see you one last time.
. .

All my love,

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“I need you
to break my heart,” she declares, wringing her hands nervously. “Give me a
reason to hate you, because wanting you this way is…it’s ruining me. It’s
ruining my life.”
She is dead
Lifting her
chin, as if ready to take a blow, her turbulent eyes implore mine. “Tell me
about them. Tell me about all of the women you’ve been with since Germany.”
“No.” I
shake my head. “Hell no.”
“Oh, please,
Briggs. How long did you wait? A few days?” She laughs sarcastically. “I bet
you didn’t even make it a day.”
coming out guns blazing, and I can see it’s physically killing her to do it.
“Are we
playing the guessing game? Do I get to ask how many times you’ve fucked your
“Sure,” she
says with a shrug. “We’ll trade. You go first.”
bluffing, and I’m calling her on it.
“Don’t do
this, Scottie. You don’t really want to hear about that.”
“Humor me,
Briggs.” Her eyes plead with mine. “I need to hear this.”
“Fine. You
want the truth?”
She nods.
Again, she
bobs her head.
She stands
stock-still as I pace the small room, feeling the blood begin to boil beneath
my overheated skin.
Fuck it.
I stalk
back toward her, stopping inches away. “You really want to know that there have
been so many that I’ve lost count? How they’re all blondes with blue eyes? But
the blue, it’s never right, and their smiles—all wrong.”
She swats
at the fresh tears that trail down her cheeks as her lips begin to tremble.
Reaching out, she places a hand on my chest, and I know that she must feel the
way my heart is pounding against my rib cage, reaching for her. Always reaching
for her.
I jerk
myself away and brand that touch to memory.
In about
forty-five seconds, my heart is going to implode. I start ticking them down.
“You want
me to tell you all about how I have to drink myself stupid, till their faces
blur enough that I can pretend…” I pause running a hand down my face. “So that
I can pretend they’re you? You want to know how fucking miserable I am? How
when I slide between their legs, I close my eyes, and it’s your face I see? How
I’m always careful not to kiss them because their lips are all wrong. How every
time I finish I want to fucking kill myself, because I can’t stand the pain of
wanting the one woman I can never have.”
 “Is that enough?” Her eyes snap to mine. “Hate
me yet?”
crumbling, she gasps out a sob, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.
“Come on,
Scottie. Let’s not kid ourselves. I’m still the same prick you hated when we
met. Nothing’s changed. I think we’ve romanticized this situation long enough,
don’t you?”
another step away from her, I tilt my head. “You’re a housewife,” I say
snidely. “Someone else’s wife and I’m a career soldier. This isn’t exactly
flinches visibly, and my heart bottoms out.
I cut my
hand through the air. “At the end of the day, this was nothing but a big
mistake. And we never would have happened if—”
“Stop,” she
cries out painfully, “stop, I’m good,” she whispers before rocketing toward the
door just as I reach for her, my fingers curling in the space she just left.
Handle in hand, she looks back at me with the sweep of her eyes until they meet
mine. That’s how we started, and it’s only fitting it’s how we should end. For
the moment, we’re right back there in the place we created, where we are
perfect. Where our souls line up without any visible smudge on the seams. In a
place where there is still so much love, so much that I can’t stop the tear
that slides out before batting it away with the back of my hand.
identical tear runs down her cheek. “Thank you.”
Three. Two.
Heather M. Orgeron

Heather M. Orgeron is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. She married her high school sweetheart two months after graduation and her life has been a fairytale ever since. She’s the queen of her castle, reigning over five sons and one bossy little princess who has made it her mission in life to steal her Momma’s throne. When she’s not writing, you will find her hidden beneath mounds of laundry and piles of dirty dishes or locked in her tower(aka the bathroom) soaking in the tub with a good book. She’s always been an avid reader and has recently discovered a love for cultivating romantic stories of her own.
Kate Stewart
A Texas native, Kate Stewart lives in North Carolina with
her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy,
angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic
suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader.

Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and
rap. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for
necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.