Release Blitz: Ransom by Laramie Briscoe

Title: Ransom
Series: Laurel Springs Emergency Response Team #1
Author: Laramie Briscoe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 5, 2019

Blurb

Laurel Springs, AL
is about to be hotter than a mid-August thunderstorm.
When the Moonshine
Task Force is absorbed into a new entity, Laurel Springs Emergency Response
Team (LSERT), fresh faces come to town, new love is born, old love is found
again, and there’s a plethora of drama and romance happening all over the
tri-county area. 
When emotions are
high, passions ignite.
Come with me back to
Laurel Springs, it’s gonna be a wild ride! 

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Author Bio

Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin’ Country Series.

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She’s appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She’s been called “a very young Maya Banks” (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being “sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart”.

When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

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Cover Reveal: Protagonized by Shannon Myers

Title: Protagonized
Author: Shannon Myers
Genre: Literary Fiction/Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: The Final Wrap
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Models: Colton Benson
Release Date: January 24, 2019

Blurb

Describe Jake Hopkins in two words? 
Boozing womanizer. 
So, maybe he solved cases with a precision not seen since Agatha
Christie’s Hercule Poirot. It didn’t matter. The guy was a grade A prick. 
And killing him was the best decision I ever made—until it wasn’t.
It was supposed to be a good move for me—a way of showing that I wasn’t
one to back down.
I never imagined it would cause such a visceral reaction…among my
readers. 
I didn’t get it. He was barely tolerable most of the time and his death
opened the door for a new detective—maybe one who had her act together.
I never would’ve guessed that he’d show up on my doorstep, begging for
a second chance, or that he’d look even better than I ever imagined. Characters
die and everyone moves on—that’s the way it works. Sometimes it’s even necessary
for the story to progress.
When the hate mail gives way to something more sinister, Jake insists
that he’s just the man to handle the case. He vows to keep me safe in exchange
for his life. 
The problem isn’t resurrecting him. 
No, my problem is much worse.
How do I stop myself from falling in love with a fictional character?

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Excerpt
“Okay, now when we get there, act normal. Order whatever you
usually get. Sit where you normally do. That kind of thing. Don’t get too
focused on looking for a suspect. That’s my job.” Jake hit his turn signal and
switched lanes. I was riding shotgun in the shiny black Raptor I’d written for
him and, any moment now, I was going to wake up back in bed, having dreamt this
entire thing. I rubbed my damp palms against my jeans and focused on my
breathing.
After getting dressed in record time, Jake had wanted to
know my schedule for a typical day. When I mentioned that I wrote at a local
coffee shop a couple of times a week, his eyes lit up. I was relieved that I’d
left out the fact that I worked at a salon in the afternoons and evenings
because there was not a chance in hell of me letting him tag along there.
We pulled into the parking lot and Jake turned to me. He
studied me for a second, giving a slight head shake at my you’ve got to
be kitten me right meow
, t-shirt. “This is the place?” He looked through
the windshield at the Cold Brews Co. sign and then back at me.
“It looks like a bar.”
“No, their specialty is cold brew coffees—look, is this a
good idea?”
Translation: Is this safe?
He nodded. “I’m not going to let anything happen to
you.” 
The thought that someone, besides Bootsy and Aaris, wanted
to keep me safe did weird things to my heart, even if it was coming from Jake.
I fought the urge to pump my fist in the air while laughing like a lunatic.
“After all, you’re my meal ticket. If you get dead, I can’t
get back home,” he finished with a pouty smirk.
Oh good, the limbic rage was back. I’d been worried it was
gone forever once the handcuffs were off.
“Why do you do that with your mouth?” I snapped, as I
unbuckled and climbed down to the pavement.
“Do what? He pursed his lips again.
“That! You’re doing it again.”
At his blank expression, I forced my own lips into a duck
pose as he held the coffee shop door open for me. “Like this.”
“Why are you doing that to your face? Stop. People are
staring.” He hissed, glancing around.
“You look like that all the time.”
“Good Morning, Hayden,” my favorite barista, Damien, called
over the espresso machine as the door jingled above our heads, announcing our
arrival. “The usual?”
I immediately softened my expression, trying to channel the
joy and tranquility that tried to flee when Jake entered a room. “Yeah, that’ll
be perfect. Thanks, Damien. How’d Paul do on his test?”
He poured steamed milk into a paper cup for a to-go order
with a dramatic eye roll. “Nailed it. Like he does everything else. I just have
to talk him off the ledge every time though. How’d I end up the motivator in
this relationship? I swear.”
“Because you’re a positive person and deserving of all the
good things life has to offer,” I reminded him as I selected a bottled water
from the refrigerated case
“I just come here a couple of times a week, but know
everyone’s life story,” Jake quietly taunted at my back, his body inches from
mine. A shudder worked its way down to my toes as the scent of campfire and
pine flooded my nostrils. 
Were there notes of citrus layered in there? No, I was
definitely detecting hints of clean laundry that had been dried on a
clothesline mixed with something.
Gah, what was it?
I wanted to lean back and rest my head against his chest
while looking up at him adoringly. Just like I’d witnessed the younger couples
that frequented this place do on more than one occasion. But this time, it’d be
me experiencing something other than abject disappointment.
Me and my very own tree.
And I’d climb that redwood every day.
Just doing my part to save the earth, kids.
I was struck with the image of massive hands on my hips,
pinning me in place. I’d just bet that his fingers would curl in possessively,
marking me as his to anyone who dared to look. The cold air blasted around
bottles of juice and water, yet inside, I was sweltering.
His proximity was messing with my brain waves. I
straightened with a shaky exhale and carried my water over to the register,
doing my best to ignore my flushed cheeks and the giant I came in with.
Damien added a heart to the foam and handed me my caffè
mocha before noticing Jake. “Hey, you brought a friend,” he exclaimed in his
typical sing-song.
I shook my head. “We just came in at the same time. I don’t
know this man.”
I wasn’t just imagining all the ways I’d like him to
defile me in front of the poor beverage case, either, in case you were
wondering.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get to know him?” He
stage-whispered, raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively as he snagged me
a cinnamon roll from the case.
“Oh, no. I’ve got quite enough excitement in my life.”
Damien gave Jake another once over. “If you say so. I
personally think when excitement comes packaged like that, you thank the
universe and don’t ask questions. But, that’s just me. How’s Bootsy doing? Is
she still loving her holistic food?”
“Yes. It has made such a difference with her…” 
Shit, what was it supposed to do? 
“Poops?” I offered hesitantly just as Damien suggested, “Her
coat?”
He frowned. “It shouldn’t have changed her bowel habits. My
girls didn’t seem to be any different. Maybe check with the company—”
I waved my hand. “Oh, no I meant that she was much more
‘regular,’ if you know what I mean. Poor thing, uh, couldn’t get the job done
before. This food has really taken in her interconnectedness with her, um,
environment. She’s living her best holistic life now.”
I made the mistake of looking over at Jake. He stood at the
counter with wide eyes and a what the fuck are you talking about expression
on his face.
• Confession: I never actually bought the cat food that
Damien recommended. I went to the pet store with every intention of purchasing
the all-natural, chock full of vitamins and omegas, and completely
grain-free
 canned cat food until I saw the price. At six bucks a tin,
I decided that I would just let Bootsy continue her unwholesome lifestyle.
Unfortunately, Damien asked about it the very next time I was in, and instead
of coming clean, I told a little white lie. He’d just made it seem like letting
your fur baby eat anything else was bad pet parenting. And, it wasn’t like he
would ever know. He wasn’t going to show up to my apartment, demanding to see
the contents of Bootsy’s litter box.
Damien nodded. “Well, let me know if you need anything else
for her. Oh, have you noticed how much more connected she is spiritually to you
now? I swear, I recommend it to everyone.”
I avoided Jake’s penetrating stare as I paid before patting
the front pocket of my backpack. “Definitely. So… Zen. Well, I better get to
it.”
“Same. I’ll come by and check on you in a bit.”
I stuck the bottle of water in the side pocket of my bag,
juggling the cinnamon roll and mocha as I made my way to the wooden table near
the back. It was the only table with an outlet that was out of direct
sunlight. 
Next to it was an old wooden hutch that held cream and
sugar. I found that it was the best seat in the house for eavesdropping, which
was a win-win for an author in need of a story. 
I loved everything about coming here. From the exposed brick
walls and ceiling beams to the vintage signs and old produce case turned
bookshelf, it was the perfect place to let my creativity flow.
Jake solved his first case here. Incidentally, he also fell
off a balcony at this very table. It held a special place in my heart.
“I’m going to sit on the other side of the room,” Jake said
in a low voice. Instinctively, I turned to where his voice came from just in
time to see him add sugar to his coffee. 
“No, don’t turn around. You and I aren’t having a
conversation.”
He was going to add precisely two and a half raw sugars,
keeping the other half in his pocket for his next caffeine fix. When I heard
the distinct sound of paper being folded, a victorious smirk spread across my
face. God, I loved being right.
“Why are you smiling?” He kept his back to me, so it
appeared as if he was having a conversation with the various creamers.
“I’m not.” My grin widened.
He sighed, “You are. I can see your reflection in the carafe.
What about this investigation is funny to you? See, someone shoots up my door,
I’m not laughing. Then again, I’m not trying to have a spiritual intervention
with my cat.”
My smile faded, and I turned all of my attention into
retrieving my laptop from the backpack at my feet. “You’re just so—” What was
he? “Predictable. Everything you do is exactly the way I wrote it. Sometimes,
I’m even convinced that I know what you’re going to do next before you do.”
I saw him reach for a stirrer in the reflection of my laptop
screen. Judging by how vigorously he was using it, I’d gotten under his skin.
“You’re probably right,” he finally conceded. “You are,
after all, operating on an entirely different plane than the rest of the world.
I’ll be across the room; try to act normal.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “And how am I supposed to do
that when you’re watching me from across the room?”
“Just write the book, Hayden. Don’t worry about who’s coming
or going. Let me handle that. Tap your finger twice against the table if you
understand.”
I did, feeling like a secret agent in a summer blockbuster.
With villains at every turn, there was only one woman
capable of saving the world. All she needed was her trusty laptop and some
caffeine—
“Hayden, I just needed you to tap twice. You can stop now.”
He snagged a newspaper off an empty table and tucked it under his arm before
moving toward a table near the front. From there, he’d be able to see everyone
coming and going.
I took a bite of my cinnamon roll and cracked my knuckles
before pulling up my manuscript. 
Alright, Laura. Let’s solve a mystery…
Laura stood, shoulder to shoulder, with some of the city’s
most upstanding citizens. It was unfathomable to think that any one of them
could’ve been responsible for the body lying in the street, but her instincts
told her that was exactly the case.
My mind went blank, and I began distractedly counting each
pulse of the cursor. I was simply rehashing what I’d already covered. In all
honesty, I had no idea what to do with Laura. Jake had pointed out her implied
elderliness more than once and now I couldn’t help but picture her as some
blue-haired granny with a cane.
How was she supposed to solve a murder?
Plus, by mentioning her husband early on, I’d destroyed any
chance of adding a love interest for friction. It was shit.
I tried again.
Laura stepped away from the crowd and searched for… a way
out of this story. She’d gotten roped into playing the main character after the
author killed off the other one. Laura didn’t want to be next.
Laura was fucking everything up.
Jake caught my eye and frowned from over the newspaper.
Obviously, he was enjoying the drivel I was spewing out about as much as I was.
I took a long drink of coffee, but the caffeine only
confirmed what I already knew. I needed a new main character. Someone who was
younger. Female. Maybe she’d been exposed to law enforcement by a former
boyfriend or family member. Just enough that she’d know her way around a crime
scene—oh my god.
My legs caught the edge of the table as I quickly stood up,
rattling the plate containing my half eaten cinnamon roll. I just needed to act
discreet. 
Jake had the paper up again, reading, so I couldn’t signal
for Plan A, which was for him to meet me in the bathroom. I was going to have
to go with Plan B. I walked over behind his table and looked out the large
glass garage door that they opened during the summer months.
Realizing I still hadn’t grabbed his attention, I stretched
my arms overhead and yawned loudly.
“Hayden, what the hell are you doing?” He asked, without
lowering the paper.
“I have a question,” I said, much louder than anticipated. I
tried again, this time lowering my voice. “I have a question. About the book.”
When he remained quiet, I continued. “I think you’re right
about Laura—oh man, what a beautiful day it is! Sorry, I thought that person
was coming over here. We gotta stay discreet, right? So, I’m starting to think
that maybe she’s not the right character. I was wondering if maybe—”
Jake dropped the newspaper and pushed his chair back away
from the table, the legs scraping loudly against the concrete floor.
Good. We were going to discuss this like real people and not
spies. Although I really felt like I was starting to get the hang of it.
“Our cover’s completely blown. I’ll be out in the truck.” I
followed his gaze over to the counter where Damien was waving slyly at me.
I returned it and turned back in time to see Jake disappear
through the front door.
Shit.
“Decided you were in the mood for some excitement, after
all?” Damien carried a damp cloth in his hand, but he wasn’t here to wipe down
the table. He was here for the dirt.
“Um, well, I tried. Got shot down. Better luck next time, I
guess.” I kept sneaking furtive glances toward the parking lot, hoping to catch
a glimpse of my surly detective.
Well, not mine, mine.
“He’s kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?” Damien asked.
I nodded. “Yep. It wouldn’t have worked out. Bootsy’s the
most high maintenance thing in my life. I don’t have room for another. Would
you mind boxing up my cinnamon roll and getting me a to-go cup? I’m just not
feeling my muse this morning.” 
“Sure thing.”
It was supposed to be part of the cover, but I realized that
there was no scenario where Jake suddenly developed feelings for me. He’d said
just as much before we came in. 
Damien brought me my food items as I packed up the laptop,
consoling me with promises of what he’d do to Jake’s drink if he ever bothered
showing up again. By the time I made it outside, the air had turned cooler and
clouds darkened the sky. I walked around to the back parking lot.
“I think they saw us come in together,” Jake said, by way of
greeting, as I struggled to climb up into the truck with full hands
“Oh, hey. Hello. I’m doing great, thanks for asking,
Jake.” 
He leaned across the seat and took both the coffee and the
cinnamon roll from my hands before helping me up. “Hi, Hayden. This will come
as a bit of a shock to you, but you stick out like a sore thumb.”
I snapped the seat belt into the buckle. “I do not! I was
inconspicuous.”
He put the truck in reverse just as the first drops of rain
began to fall on the windshield. “You were about as inconspicuous as a beer
vendor at an AA meeting. And what the fuck was that cat food conversation?”
“You told me to be myself!” I bit out.
“Yeah,” he agreed before merging into traffic. “That was a
mistake.”
“You coming back to life was a mistake,” I muttered to the
passenger side window.
He prodded. “C’mon, Hayden. Surely you know that this
operation failed miserably?”
Why couldn’t he have been hideous? At least then the
exterior would’ve matched the interior.
“Any good stalker worth their salt is gonna stake out the
parking lot. So, probably. Maybe. Alright, fine. Yes. There’s a very good
chance that if someone was watching, they probably saw us together. It’s mostly
my fault.”
“Mostly?” Jake asked, with a quirked brow.
“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking this morning and I put on my oil
spray.”
He stopped at a red light and turned toward me. “You put on
oil spray.” His speech was slow and measured like I’d suddenly stopped speaking
English. “What does that mean exactly?”
“Oh, I’m an empath, so if I don’t use my spray every
morning, I am drained by lunch. You know, it gets way too people-y out there.”
Instead of agreeing, Jake signaled and pulled into a gas
station. “Hayden, I didn’t understand two words of what you just said. What the
fuck is an empath and how does oil spray factor into this investigation?”
Seriously? What planet was he living on that he didn’t
know about oils and empaths?
“My spray repels negative energy, so it’s a protective
measure. It blocks any energy attacks and keeps me running on a full tank. It’s
vital when I’m in writing mode.”
His eyebrows lifted. “So, let me get this straight; the
spray kept the stalker away?”
“Not exactly,” I admitted with a sigh. “I have my crystals
too. I swear, I didn’t even think about it being a problem. It’s just a habit
to keep them in my purse. I mean, it’s not like I typically go out in search of
negativity.”
He shook his head. “So, the crystals and sprays keep you
safe from the bad people?”
Finally.
“Yes,” I nodded happily. “And, with the work that you do,
you could really benefit from it. I’d start small. Maybe keep some black
tourmaline in your truck and house. Oh, amethyst would be a good one for you;
they work as both a protector and a stress reliever. It’d definitely make
things more bearable for you at work. Hematite’s another—”
“Sweetheart, there’s not enough oils and crystals in the
world to make some people bearable. Do you catch what I’m saying?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but only managed a growl. The
back of my eyelids burned and I knew that if I tried to talk, it’d just come
out as a sob. That, in turn, would just freak Jake out completely.
I hated that about myself. Other people got mad and spoke
their minds. Me? I cried and babbled incoherently. 
Aaris once informed me that I got ‘wet angry.’ According to
her, the majority of my emotions, including anger, were expressed through
tears. Aaris? She was in a separate category known as ‘dry angry.’ She
expressed her anger like anger—it both amazed and scared the hell out of me.
We drove in silence for about ten minutes before he asked,
“What are you thinking?”
I turned away from watching the raindrops race each other
across the window to answer. “I was just thinking that thirty stories wasn’t
high enough.”
Author Bio
Shannon is a born and raised Texan. She grew up inventing
clever stories, usually to get herself out of trouble. Her mother was not
amused. In junior high, she began writing fractured fairy tales from the
villain’s point of view and that was the moment she knew that she was going to
use her powers for evil instead of good.
In 2003, she moved to Denver and met the love of her life.
After some relentless stalking and a few well-timed sarcastic remarks, the man
eventually gave in to her charms and wifed her so hard. They welcomed a son in
2007 that they named after their favorite Marvel superhero, Spiderman. 
Sick of seeing beautiful mountains through their window
every day, the three escaped back to the desolate landscape of the west Texas
desert in 2009. She welcomed her second son not long after and soon realized
that being surrounded by three men was nothing at all like she’d imagined in
her fantasies.
After an unplanned surgery in 2014 and a long pity party,
she decided to pen a novel about the worst thing that could happen to a person
in order to cheer herself up. She’s twisted like that. Thus, From This Day
Forward was born and the rest, as they say, is history.
Not only does Shannon enjoy stalking people, she also has a
fondness for being stalked. Visit her at www.shannonshaemyers.com to
keep up with her latest schemes and shenanigans.
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Release Blitz: Washed Up Royal by Kim Karr

Title: Washed Up Royal
Author: Kim Karr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 4, 2019
Blurb

From New York Times bestselling
author Kim Karr comes a dashing new, sexy standalone royal romance.
A simple notification turns my world upside
down…
The tabloids are reporting,
I’ve taken the crown and run. (Not
entirely true)
As you might have guessed,
I’m not an ordinary girl and I don’t lead an ordinary life,
But that doesn’t mean I always follow the rules.
This time, though, I feel compelled to obey. 
Which means I have to find a king, 
To sit alongside my throne,
Or lose it all.
With only
the clothes on my back,
I head to
the land of majestic playboys,
Where a royal rebel strides
right into my life.
With his
sultry eyes and sinful lips,
He turns my
world right-side up.
The press is calling him washed up. (I think he’s
anything but)
Gorgeous, sexy, irresistible,
And utterly charming,
He’s exactly what I’m looking for.
Everything is almost too perfect,
Too easy.
Until I discover,
This hot-blooded royal has a reason for being here.
And it’s more than just me.
That thing I said about easy,
Turns out…
Nothing ever is.
My royal rebel has a name,
It’s Prince Adrien Laurent.
My name is Princess Victoria Blanchette.
And this is our story.

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Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic
* Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner

Kim Karr is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of eighteen
novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys
bringing flawed characters to life.

Her romances are raw, real, and explosive.
Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel.
And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy.

From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire. From the witty
damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered business woman. No two storylines
are ever alike.

Get ready to fall in love.

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Blitz: Starlight by Samantha Jane

Title: Starlight
Series: The Order of Orion #3
Author: Samantha Jane
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 3, 2018
Blurb

When love and
superpowers collide…

Isobel Stone, aka The Resurrectionist, may be the most powerful Starborn ever
born. Will Hamilton may be the most wounded. Riddled with physical and
emotional scars, Will must protect Isobel, whose powers are worth millions on
the black market.
Can Isobel go into hiding when all she wants is to heal
people?                  
Can Will overcome his traumatised past and keep her safe from evil
Noctem? 
Starlight, the thrilling third book in The Order of Orion series, gives
readers more of what they want— a wild ride of action and romance set in a
captivating paranormal world like no other. 

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Excerpt
God, why couldn’t his heart slow the fuck down? Despite
his fog-filled brain he registered her look of disappointment. This was exactly
why he avoided people. They were needy and messy. He rubbed his left leg,
wishing he could hit his thigh instead. That always snapped him out of the
cloud of panic wanting to swallow him whole.
He turned away from her and stared out to the bay,
concentrating on the smell of the ocean and the sounds of the tiny town; the
distant call of a gull, a pickup driving down the street. He walked off and
took a few slow deep breaths.
Isobel trailed behind him for a while before she caught
up. “I’m not sorry for leaving the truck.”
“Why isn’t that a surprise?” He clenched his fists. “You
risk a lot more than your own skin, you know that, right?”
“I kept my hair covered. I didn’t tell anyone anything.”
“Not everything is about you.”
She grabbed his arm. “I needed to feel free. To feel like
a human being.” Her fingers tightened around him. “But I am sorry for mucking
you around.”
“I’ll have a phantom sister to deal with after you leave.
I’ve been under the radar for a year in this town and you’ve set fire to
everything.” He pulled away from her touch and apology.
She tugged on his arm refusing to let him go. “You’re
insane if you think you’ve been keeping a low profile.” Her brown eyes flashed
as they ran the full length of him. “Any woman with a heartbeat will have
noticed you.”
His chest tightened. “I think you’re forgetting
something.” He pushed his hair aside from his face. “This.” His voice trembled.
“This keeps people away.”
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“I have absolutely loved this series from the get go and
have been DYING for book 3. Starlight did NOT disappoint, I devoured this book.
Samantha Jane’s Order of Orion series is so wonderfully unique, I love that
each book goes deeper and deeper into the Starborn world and has the perfect
blend of paranormal, romance and action.” – Amazon reviewer
“This series just keeps getting better and
better! Starlight will have you on the edge of your seat all the way to
the end.” – Amazon reviewer
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Author Bio
Samantha Jane is a die-hard fan of both romance and
action-adventure stories, and when the two genres combine, she’s in heaven.
Samantha lives with her superhero husband and two daughters who wish they could
fly and shoot laser beams from their fingertips. Juggling a family, a day job
and writing novels is her own action-adventure story. Because life is too short
not to aim for the stars.
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Release Blitz: Deal Makers by Laura Lee

 

 

Title: Deal Makers
Series: Dealing With Love #3
Author: Laura Lee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 4, 2019
Blurb
I’VE OFFICIALLY SCREWED THE POOCH.
I mean, not literally, because that would be
disgusting. But I did break one of the cardinal rules of Bro Code, which is
equally appalling. You see, I fell in love with my best friend’s sister after
he explicitly forbid me to go near her. As if that weren’t bad enough, I went
ahead and married her while sh*tfaced in Vegas.
I know that I should get an annulment and
forget the whole thing ever happened, despite the fact that our wedding night
was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
The last thing I should do is go back for
seconds.
Or thirds.
Or…you get the point.
And what I definitely shouldn’t do, is say
f*ck the consequences and give this marriage a real shot.
But here’s the problem with that: I’m pretty
sure that Charlotte Harris is the one. And if that’s the case, nothing
is going to keep me away from her. Not even her brother.
*Deal Makers is filled with lots of laughs, drunken
shenanigans, and a sexy romance. It is the third installment in the Dealing
With Love series but each one can be read as a standalone.

 

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Laura’s
passion has always been storytelling. She spent most of her life with her nose
in a book thinking of alternate endings or continuations to the story. She won
her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the
state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works
will never see the light of day again!
Laura lives
in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children,
and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit
smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury’s chocolate, and
her music turned up loud. When she’s not writing or watching HGTV, she’s
reading anything she can get her hands on. She’s a sucker for spicy romances,
especially those involving vampires, bad boys, or cowboys!
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Cover Reveal: Hold Me Today by Maria Luis

Title: Hold Me Today
Series: Put A Ring On It #1
Author: Maria Luis
Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Models: Zack & Dina
Release Date: January 17, 2019

Blurb

Rock bottom has never felt so good.

At least, that’s what I tell myself when I bargain with the enemy and score a renovation for my hair salon. 
The enemy? Nick Stamos, my best friend’s older brother. 
He’s got a body and face the Greek gods would envy but his personality needs a major overhaul. 
He’s surly. 
A rule-follower.
Did I mention he’s seen me naked? 
I may have crushed on him for years, but the only place I want Nick swinging his hammer nowadays is at my salon. 
Except, he needs something in return. . . 
A fake girlfriend. 
And I’m just reckless enough to say yes.

Author Bio
Maria Luis
is the author of sexy contemporary romances, though she may or may not have a
few historical romances hiding in the cobwebs of her computer.



When she’s
not writing about strong men and the sassy women who sweep them off their feet,
Maria is a historian who specializes in medieval England and 19th century
New Orleans. What do the two eras have in common, you ask? Not much, except for
disease, scandalous activities and crime–Maria’s favorite topics.



Maria lives
in New Orleans with her better half, where she can generally be found hiking
with her two dogs, Zeus and Athena, kayaking in Louisiana’s inter-coastal
waterways, or curled up on the couch with a good book.
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New Release: Fixed by Emma Louise

Title: Fixed
Series: Flawed Love #2
Author: Emma Louise
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 3, 2019

Blurb
He’s my best friends brother.
She’s not over her ex.
Elliott.
I should have seen it coming, my world being shattered by
the man that was supposed to love me. But I didn’t and now I’m trying to find
the pieces of me he left behind.
Duke.
I can’t fix her, not when I’m just as broken as she is. I
should leave her alone, she’s too good for me. But, fighting the attraction
that pulls us together is getting harder every day. It doesn’t take long until
we’re a tangle of limbs and pleasures. No promises are made, no guarantees.
Just a vow to keep our hearts out of the bedroom. Simple, right? Except, now we
both have to try and avoid getting cut on each other’s broken parts.

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Excerpt
By the time the wine bottle is empty, my fingers are like
prunes. Lifting my drunk self out of the tub is a precarious exercise, but one
I’ve perfected quite well. Turning the radio off, I move to the linen cupboard.
Sober me forgot to leave a towel out. Drunk me is amused to find that sober me
also forgot to bring the clean towels up from the laundry room downstairs.
Oh man, I really am drunk.
“fuck it” I think out loud before I make my way to my
room. This is the only perk of being alone here for a few days. There’s no one
to judge me if I decide to stay in pyjamas eating takeaway and drinking wine
all weekend. There’s also no one to judge me or my not so youthful anymore body
if I decide to stroll down stairs butt naked at three pm. It’s actually quite
freeing. Since the girls, I’ve struggled with how I see myself, my body.
Carrying two good sized babies to almost full term does terrible things to a
women’s body. No amount of gym and Pilates is ever going to fix the mess that
is my stomach and thighs, much to my chagrin. And even more to Petes,
obviously.
“I bet Amber’s thighs don’t jiggle” I mutter to myself as I
pad down the stairs. In fact, I know they don’t. I saw enough of them in Pete’s
office to know that she’s toned in the places that mattered to my husband.
Ex-husband?
What the fuck ever. 
Deciding that my wayward thoughts need to shut the fuck up,
I detour to the fridge for more wine, completely forgetting that I still
haven’t grabbed a robe or a towel to cover my ass up. Yanking the door open,
the frigid air biting at my skin causes me to let out a startled yelp.
“holy shit, that’s cold” I mutter as I leaned in to get the
wine that I’d stored right at the back away from the girls.
“I think that’s the point of a refrigerator, Sweetheart”
The deep gravelly voice sounding from the direction of the
front door makes me jump out of my own skin, causing me to whack my head on the
internal shelf. The clang of my teeth crashing together causing me to drop the
wine from my hand and let go of the door that had until that moment, been
hiding my naked body.
Not even the shatter of glass on the floor is loud enough to
distract me from the complete and utter mortification I feel at being caught in
all my drunk, naked glory by the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
Duke Nash.
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Author Bio
A long time
lover of all things romance, Emma Louise is a book blogger turned debut writer.
She’s a die hard bibliophile, addicted to tea (Real British tea) and speaks
fluent sarcasm.
She lives
with her husband, three children and overgrown puppy in South Wales, UK.
Having been
an avid reader for as long as she can remember, she’s recently decided to try
her hand at writing a love story of her own.
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