Double Cover Reveal ~ When You Are Mine and Loving You Always by Kennedy Ryan

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WHEN YOU ARE MINE (June 17, 2014; 9781455556816) introduces the story of Kerris Moreton, a foster child who has thrived despite her circumstances and is ready to open her own business and accept a marriage proposal. Unfortunately, the only thing missing in her would-be-fiancé Cam is the passionate connection he believes is overrated but Kerris craves. Lucky for her, she meets a man who lights her up like the Fourth of July.

Walsh Bennett is one of the East Coast’s most eligible bachelors, and Cam’s best friend. He’s used to plenty of female attention, but lately he’s been distracted by the one woman he can’t have. Kerris is the soulmate Walsh never thought he would fine, but too bad his best friend found her first.

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LOVING YOU ALWAYS (October 17, 2014; 9781455556861) is book two in The Bennett’s Series. We don’t want to spoil anything, so you’ll just have to wait to see what happens with Kerris, Walsh and Cam in WHEN YOU ARE MINE first!

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Author Kennedy Ryan has had several signs that she would be a writer, and finally circled back after years of gainful employment. She is a mom to a wonderful son living with autism. This is her debut novel and a percentage of her royalties are donated to families living with autism through her personal foundation as well as through TACA, Talk About Curing Autism. You can learn more about Kennedy Ryan at her Website, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

 

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Cover Reveal ~ Seeing Stars by J. Sterling

We are so excited to be sharing this beautiful cover with you for J. Sterling’s new standalone book SEEING STARS scheduled for release on March 13th!

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SynopsisWalker Rhodes is a hot singing sensation who never settles down, spends too much money gambling and gets in trouble on the daily- at least if you believe all the tabloids.

Madison Myers is a hard working talent agent assistant thrust into the spotlight one day after Walker pulls her on stage during one of his concerts. She tries to stay away from him, but he keeps chasing her. She is strong in her resolve and he is relentless in his pursuit.

The question is… WHY?!?!

Tabloid Headline Reads: Walker Rhodes pulls woman on stage during LA concert and serenades her with stars in his eyes and we watched as the sparks flew! But just who is this mystery woman who has stolen Walker’s heart? And will she be the one to finally tie down our favorite womanizing gambler?

Our readers poll: 80% say no way!

The other 20% wish they were her!

Read more inside…

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Walker sat on one of the stage steps, his chin in his hand as he spoke to the screaming crowd. “I need a volunteer for this next part.” His head raised slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
Keri jumped up and down like a crazy person, waving her arms and screaming his name. I laughed at her antics and sat perfectly still, not wanting to bring any more unwanted attention to myself.
Another tap on my shoulder caused my irritation to bubble as I turned to what was sure to be that annoying overly made-up stupid girl again.
It wasn’t.
I came face-to-face with a giant of a man wearing all black and holding a walkie-talkie. Intimidated, I took a half step back and looked around for Keri.
“Come with me.” His tone implied a demand, not a request, and I suddenly wondered what I’d done wrong.
Who the hell was this guy? He’s not the boss of me. He’s not going to tell me to come with him and think I’ll just obey. I frowned and said quickly, “Uh. No, thanks.”
He flashed his VIP backstage pass in my face as if it were the only credential he needed. “Miss. It’s part of the show. Can you come with me, please? You’ll be onstage with Mr. Rhodes.”
Oh.
Well, shit.
I guess he could be the boss of me, after all.
I shot Keri a surprised look before I was quickly hauled off in the direction of an almost completely darkened backstage area. We walked through a black curtain before we were hit with lights and blaring music.
“I’m going to bring you onstage.”
“And then what?” I asked, suddenly nervous. Not to be around Walker Rhodes, but nervous at the thought of standing in front of thousands of screaming people with cell phones ready to record my every move.
I started to tremble. Afraid my legs wouldn’t hold me up any longer, I begged the security guy to help me out there. He smiled at me and gave me a little shove.
Thanks, you dick.
Next thing I knew, I was standing onstage, my face mere inches from Walker’s. Walker no-human-being-should-be-anywhere-near-this-gorgeous-in-real-life Rhodes.

AboutTheAuthorJ SterlingI got fired from my last job.
It’s true.

I know you’re sitting there thinking, “Jenn, how could anyone in their right mind fire someone as amazing and awesome as you are???” And i’d love to give you a good reason, but the truth is… being This! Awesome! is clearly very scary to other less awesome people. 🙂

So I said screw them and started writing my first book. And you know what I realized? Writing books that mean something to me is a million times better than working my ass off for someone who doesn’t really care about anything other than the bottom line.

My soul feels more satisfied.
My heart, more full.

So thank you for reading, loving and recommending the stories I write.
I think you’re awesome- and not only am I not scared of other awesome people, I want them on my team!

Click HERE to read a post where I talk about how you all have changed my life. 🙂


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Excerpt Reveal ~ About Last Night by Ruthie Knox

We are pleased to be able to share an excerpt from Ruthie Knox’s ABOUT LAST NIGHT! ABOUT LAST NIGHT is a contemporary romance, published by Loveswept, an imprint of Random House. ABOUT LAST NIGHT is on sale for $.99 right now for a limited time only, so grab it now!

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Sure, opposites attract, but in this sexy, smart, eBook original romance from RITA finalist and USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox, they positively combust! When a buttoned-up banker falls for a bad girl, “about last night” is just the beginning.

CathTalarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she’s made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.

Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family’s banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine–even her name turns him on–with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.

When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Because of You, Ride with Me, and Midnight Hour.

  • A 2013 finalist for the RITA award in contemporary single-title romance from Romance Writers of America
  • A 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award nominee in the “Contemporary Love and Laughter” category, Romantic Times magazine
  • A Library Journal Best Ebook Romance of 2012
  • A Reviewers Choice Award 2012 Pick, All About Romance
  • A Best Contemporary Romance 2012 nominee at The Romance Reviews
  • A 2013 DABWAHA nominee

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Cath leaned against a table strewn with crumpled tubes of paint and jars full of brushes, pressing her damp palms against the surface and willing her heart to stop pounding. You’re not really attracted to City. You’re just looking for your clothes, and then you’re going home. A blip, remember? This is a blip.

Dimly, she realized he’d spoken. “Sorry, what?”

His lips twitched, and the dimple made another appearance. “I only said ‘Good morning.’ Are you all right?”

She’d been on the money predicting he’d have a posh accent, anyway. Maybe she could blame the hangover for her reaction to the smile. She needed to eat something. Or get laid.

It had been a while. Could you still say that when it had been two years? It had been a while.

“That depends,” she said.

“On?”

“On what I did last night.”

He pursed his perfect lips, a frown line appearing between his eyebrows. “You don’t remember?”

“Not much.” She drew her index finger along the surface of his worktable, as if checking for dust.

“Do you remember refusing to tell me your name or where you live?”

“We talked?” Funny, she couldn’t resurrect any memories of speaking to him. Only his hand, warm and solid, guiding her. Only the way he’d made her feel.

The way he was still making her feel, come to think of it. She was bare-legged in this strange man’s apartment, asking him to reveal the details of what she’d done while drunk last night. The situation ought to have been intimidating. She ought to have been queasy with remorse.

She wasn’t, and she could only conclude the reason was City. He projected calm.

“You kept calling me ‘City,’” he said.

Cath nodded. “Yep. That’s what I call you.”

He gave her a wry smile, and she held on tight to the edge of the table. Maybe calm didn’t quite cover it. Not when he smiled, anyway.

“That’s precisely what you said last night.”

His voice wasn’t at all what she’d expected. It was low and warm and soothing, and it took the edge right off his fancy accent.

“Did I say why I wouldn’t tell you my name?”

The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.

“You told me you were sad and quite tired, but you didn’t require my help, and all you needed to set yourself to rights was a cup of coffee and something to eat.”

“So how did I—”

He raised one finger to prevent her interruption, his eyes twinkling with amusement. She’d never noticed how unusual his eyes were before. They were green over brown, both exotic and warm.

“Then,” he continued, “when I tried to introduce myself properly, you covered my mouth with your hand and insisted we remain strangers, because you could tell I was a very nice man”—he pronounced the word nice as if it were a razor blade he was carefully spitting out—“and I’d be far better off not knowing you.”

Cath was impressed. Her drunk self had more sense than she’d given her credit for.

“That’s true,” she offered. “I’m not really your type.”

He cocked an eyebrow but let the comment slide.

“Since I’m here, I guess that means you took a pass on the opportunity to hop the next train and leave me to my own devices?”

“It was nearly midnight,” he said, defensive. “All the shops were closed, there were no cabs to be found, you wouldn’t tell me where you lived or let me see you home, and you could barely stand up. So yes, bringing you here seemed like the right thing to do.”

A thought distracted her from the question she’d been forming. “What were you doing at Canary Wharf at midnight on a Friday?”

“Trolling for prostitutes.”

He delivered the line in such a dry, remote tone, it took her a second to get that he was joking, but when she did, she couldn’t prevent herself from teasing, “You must have been so disappointed with the selection.” She glanced down at her small, decidedly unvoluptuous body in the oversized shirt.

“I wouldn’t say that, love.”

The dimple appeared again. She lost a few seconds gazing at his mouth, and then she came to and let her eyes slide down his torso to alight on his hand, which still held a paintbrush.

She hadn’t expected the smile. Or the paintbrush.

She definitely hadn’t expected him to flirt with her.

“I’d been to see a film,” he explained.

“I passed out,” she replied, attempting to steer the conversation back toward the safer ground of her humiliation so that she could get the details she needed and scurry home.

“I suppose you did. You were terribly tired. I made a pot of tea, and by the time I’d finished you were asleep at my kitchen table. I tried to rouse you, but you said, ‘Leave me alone,’ and then something that sounded very much like, ‘Don’t murder me.’” He reported all this matter-of-factly, as if drunk women passed out on his kitchen table every Friday night.

Which, for all you know, they do.

“Nice of you not to.”

“I seem to have convinced you I’m a nice man.”

Cath nodded her agreement, though he didn’t look all that nice at the moment. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn’t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.

“Sorry about the stripping part,” she mumbled, partly because she was sorry but mostly because she wondered what he’d say.

The smile he gave her made her toes curl, it was so wicked. “You do remember,” he said in that low rumble.

“You were very, uh, gentlemanly about that.”

“You were very intoxicated.” He turned away to set the paintbrush down on the tray at the base of his easel.

“Yeah.”

She stared at her toes until they uncurled. This was her cue to ask what he’d done with her clothes. She would have, only City asked, “How are you feeling?” and so she had to keep talking to him. She tried to mind it but failed. The man was proving to be an enjoyable conversationalist, and he was remarkably easy on the eyes.

“I’m fine, thanks. I have a little headache, but the shower helped. And the toothbrush.”

“Glad to hear it. Would you like breakfast? I fried up some bacon.”

The mention of bacon made her stomach rumble.

“That sounds like a yes.”

“I do have a weakness for the bacon-sandwich hangover cure,” she admitted. “But it seems a little lowbrow for you, City. I can’t imagine you drunk, much less hungover.”

He took a few steps closer and studied her, an unabashed appraisal that should have been rude or even scary but instead sent syrupy heat creeping through her abdomen. “Considering you don’t know my name, you seem to have a lot of ideas about me.”

Oh, she had ideas. She had a whole slew of new ideas about him, and she needed to find an exit strategy quick, because none of them was on the list of things she was supposed to be thinking about. Banker, she reminded herself. He’s a banker, a very boring banker. Enough already. Just, whatever you do, don’t flirt with him.

“I don’t need to know your name. I’ve seen you around, and I know your type.”

Aaaand she was flirting with him.

It won her a smirk. “What’s my type, then?”

“For starters, you come from money. You went to expensive boarding schools, graduated from either Oxford or Cambridge, and now you work at a bank in the City—thus the name.”

He frowned and wiped his hand over his mouth. What a mouth.

“Just let me know when I get something wrong,” she offered.

“By all means, carry on. You’re doing a brilliant job so far.”

“Which was it, Oxford or Cambridge?”

“Cambridge. Trinity College.”

She resisted the urge to gloat. Gloating was well outside the range of acceptable responses to City on this particular morning.

So is flirting with him.

Right. But it was so much fun. She hadn’t flirted in ages.

“Let’s see,” she said. “I know you like to jog. Judging by those shoulders and arms, I’d say you also row, yeah?”

“Some. I play rugby, too.” He gave her half a smile, and she made an effort to suppress the image of City in a rugby jersey with pink cheeks and dirty knees, tussling over a ball. A human orgasm.

Her good sense was now officially yelling Mayday!

She was now officially ignoring it.

“What do I do for fun, then?” He stepped even closer. This flirtation had turned into a two-way party. She needed to find a method of steering the conversation back toward bacon sandwiches and, say, the location of her skirt, because it probably wasn’t good that she could smell him now, and on this man linseed oil was an aphrodisiac.

“Well, you go to the symphony, spend weekends in the countryside, and date women who wear twinsets and have names like—”

Without the least bit of warning, he kissed her. Not a preamble sort of kiss, either. No, he really kissed her, one huge hand cupping the back of her neck, and his warm, firm lips knew exactly what they were doing, which was driving every single thought from her head. Only the man remained, the mouth, the sensations coursing through her, heating her up from the inside. Heating her up fast. Could all bankers kiss like this?

Cath rose on her toes, angling her mouth and pressing closer, but he pulled back a few inches. Then a few feet.

She wanted to say something. The only word that came out of her mouth was a shaky “Whoa.”

She tried again. “What was that, City?”

“You tell me, Yank.” His lips curved into that sexy smirk again.

“I’m pretty sure you just kissed me.”

“Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?”

“What for?”

“It was terribly impolite. I didn’t ask your permission.”

Cath leaned back against the table, crossed her arms over the tight peaks of her nipples, and tried not to smile like a girl who’d just been kissed silly. She failed. She was failing a lot around this guy. It ought to have been worrisome, or at least embarrassing, but his lips had liquefied her brain.

First kiss in two years would do that, she supposed.

“I was much more impolite than you. What with the passing out and all. You’re being very nice about it.”

City scrubbed his hand over his jawline, pensive now. “I would appreciate it,” he said after a moment, “if you would stop calling me ‘nice.’”

He took a step closer, and her heart rate spiked.

“You are nice.” Her voice came out all weak and wavery. This was how Little Red Riding Hood had felt when she’d discovered the Big Bad Wolf wearing Grandma’s bonnet.

“No,” he replied. “I’m not.”

Another step, and his eyes traced a path over her arms, down her stomach to her hips. The brightly lit art studio made her purple underwear visible through the white T-shirt. She could tell that City noticed, and that he was enjoying the view.

She sat down on the edge of the table. “You brought me here with impure motives?” The idea gave her a stupid thrill.

He shook his head. “No. I developed them after you arrived.”

Cath fingered the hem of the shirt where it hit her mid-thigh. “You shouldn’t admit to that sort of thing. It’s perverted to lust after half-naked drunk girls.”

“Not perverted.” He stepped closer until his thighs brushed her knees. “Only male. And at any rate, you didn’t get me lusting with the strip show. Though it was . . . fetching.”

“No?” It was a wonder she could speak at all, considering there was a tall, hard, hot man crowding her and using up all the oxygen. “What irresistibly attractive thing did I do, then?”

One more step, and he was between her legs. “You talked. Rather a lot.”

“About what?”

“All sorts of nonsense. You’re not very fond of my country, I gather.”

Cath shrugged, sheepish. “Sometimes I miss Chicago.”

“I’d never heard you talk before. You ought to do it more. It’s charming.”

“People who talk to themselves at the train station are generally understood to be crazy. Especially in your country.”

“You could talk to me.”

“I hardly know you.”

“I’m superb,” he said. “You’re going to like me.” Big, warm hands covered her bare thighs, and she shivered. “Though I should probably reiterate, I’m not at all nice.”

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m a very good person. Not the kind of girl who gets drunk and has to be rescued from train stations.”

“I know.” He moved his hands up a few inches to the crease where her thighs met her hips.

“Or who makes out with strange men on tables. I’m a thoroughly respectable woman.”

“You don’t kiss like one.” He smiled that shark smile again.

New Cath had a death grip on the tattered vestiges of her willpower, but she’d lost control over her body. Her palms smoothed over the muscles of his forearms, and her butt scooted her closer to the edge of the table by an inch or two. Or four.

At least her mouth still worked. “I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.”

“Don’t reform. I like you bad.”

“I don’t want to be bad.” But her arms had reached up and twined around his neck, and she had to murmur the last part against his lips.

“I do,” he said, and took over.

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USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that’s sexy, witty, and angsty—sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.

Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with About Last Night, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then Room at the Inn, a Christmas novella—both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award. Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.

Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She’d love to hear from you, so visit her website at www.ruthieknox.com and drop her a line.

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Website: http://www.ruthieknox.com/home/

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Release Day Blitz ~ Break Me by Amanda Heath

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“Wes, I don’t know what you want me to say here.” Royal’s voice is broken. Maybe he is broken. Maybe I broke him. Lord knows I’m broken myself.
“Don’t say anything.” I start off with. There are so many things I want to tell him. The one thing I want him to know, that I want him, I will never say aloud. “When push comes to shove, Royal, you’ll break me. I’d never be the same after you. I’d be a shell of this girl.”
His face pales but he doesn’t step away. Something I had planned on. His hands caress my face before he says, “You have that wrong, Wesley. You’ll be the one to break me.”

Wesley Bridges was lost between the living and the dead. She was clinging to her boyfriend, who passed away unexpectedly. She was left with having no way to move on. Her best friends, Annabella and Pierce were to caught up to save her. Even her family turned a blind eye, not able to bare her grief.

Then one day, Royal Sanders walked into her life. Tall, dark and sinfully handsome but aren’t all the unattainable ones? At first it was nothing. She was asked to tutor him and found he’s different then even she thought. She even turned to Royal when things got too hard. And when she falls for him, she falls hard.

But Royal’s the enemy. A long drawn out hatred brews between her friends and Royal’s. That doesn’t seem important to her, considering she’s still in love with her dead boyfriend. A love triangle between life and death…who will win?

Grief is a powerful emotion but there are several different kinds of grief. Betrayal and heartache are still knocking on her door. Things are about to come crashing down around her. It will definitely break her, but will Royal be enough to save her?

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When I wake up later that afternoon, I can’t help myself I kiss Royal. It might be a little creepy, but I don’t care. His handsome face is relaxed in sleep, so I lean in and press my lips against his. My hand rises up and pushes through his silkily locks.

When his tongue snakes out and licks at my closed ones, I groan, not realizing he was awake. “That’s a way to wake a guy up, Duchess.” He whispers his voice low and full of promise. His tongue enters my mouth when I open my mouth to reply. It duals with mine, seeking dominance and I let him have it.

He breaks away from me, breathing hard and shallow. Something in his eyes sets my entire body on fire. Before I know it I’m taking my t-shirt off, leaving me only in my pink bra and jeans. “Fuck,” he groans closing his eyes and throwing his head back against the headboard.

His hands glide up and down my sides and I smile a secret smile, getting off on the power. When those hands stop at the back of my bra, I know things are about to get real. I should say something to stop it, but I don’t. After the talk we had earlier, I’m about to throw my heart at Royal and never look back. Though I’m not quite there yet.

My bra comes off quickly and that’s when he opens his eyes, taking in my exposed breasts. He doesn’t speak, but he does lift his head to suck on nipple into his mouth. Now my eyes close and I open my legs to straddle his hips. He’s already hard and I grind against it, loving the friction. When he switches to the other nipple, flicking it hard with his tongue, I decide that’s not my favorite part of sex.

“You taste like heaven.” He murmurs, my nip still in his mouth.

“You feel like heaven,” I gasp, my hips grinding even harder. His start to lift up making the sensation even better. Okay that’s my favorite part.

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I live in southern Arkansas with my husband and young daughter. There is also an insane Boston Terrier running around. I’ve always been a lone wolf and find my friends in books. I started writing at a young age and I haven’t stopped since. Most days you can find me either glued to my laptop or my kindle. My first novel, This Beautiful Thing was an Amazon best seller for 11 weeks and a year later I’m still tickled to see people enjoy it. I may not be a huge seller but I have the best fans ever and I thank God everyday for every single one of them.

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Release Day Launch ~ Out of the Ashes by S.M. Lynn

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Can love really
conquer all?  Even when the secrets are
so big, someone could die for keeping them, has died to keep them?

Celeste Brooks
is haunted by a past she cannot escape.
Plagued by nightmares and fear that her secret will be discovered, she
buries herself in her MBA and work, opening up to no one except her roommate,
Gavin.  Until her path crosses with his.

Ian Jacobs made
a vow when his heart was broken that he would never allow anyone that close
again.   Being a sexy business mogul has
its perks, and having many attractive women throw themselves at you is just
one.  Until his path crosses with hers.
As soon as Ian
finds Celeste has applied for a position with Jacobs Enterprises, he takes
matters into his own hands, knowing that he must possess this woman at any cost.  Celeste finds herself under Ian’s spell and
knows that she will do anything to be close to this man.
Including revealing her secrets?  As their paths, past and present, collide,
they must decide to risk it all or leave each other behind.

 

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Stepping out onto the sidewalk,
he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off the ground.  “I was beginning to worry that you were
having second thoughts.”  He nibbles on
my earlobe as he whispers in my ear. 

“Never” is my only reply as he
opens the door and helps me into the car.
I give him the address and he relays it to the driver before closing the
panel between the front seat and us.

“Are you sure we haven’t met
before?”  He tips my chin up to look into
my eyes. 

“No, I don’t think so.  But everything about you does seem familiar
like déjà vu or something.”  I run my
hands up his thigh to cup his growing erection.

“Well, sweetheart,” he says
leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, “when I see something I want, I tend to
take it.”  His lips set fire to my
skin.  “But perhaps introductions are in
order before we arrive at your apartment?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather
just keep it anonymous.  I’ve been so
wrapped up in life for the last few years that I need a night to let go.”  To forget, I think to myself.  “Please.
For tonight?”

“For tonight?  Sure, but I can pretty much guarantee I’m
going to want to see you again so after tonight, we’ll have to talk.  There’s no way I’ll be able to get the taste
of your sweet skin out of my head.”

As much as I wish that this could
be more than one night, there’s no way it’ll be any more than this.  I would’ve thought it would make me feel
cheap to give myself to a man I hardly knew because despite the past, I barely
know him.  Being with him though, I’m
overcome with a sense of peace.  A sense
that, at least for tonight, I’ll be in arms that will protect me from all the
evil, which constantly threatens to catch up with me.  As we near the building, I find myself
longing for that protection and security more and more.

This is dangerous ground to tread
on.  Bringing my past way too close to my
present but I have to have him.  I just
need to keep reminding my head and my heart that after tonight we’ll just be
nameless strangers to one another.  And I
have to be okay with that if I’m going to go through with this.  There’s no doubt in my mind that one night
with him will break my heart but the memory of tonight will sustain me for a
long time to come, probably the rest of my life.  So I settle into his lap to enjoy the rest of
our brief ride to my apartment.

Entering the elevator, the sexual
tension is thick between us.  He pulls me
close as his hands find the pins holding my hair.  He releases them allowing my hair to flow
over my shoulders and down my back.  His
fingers run through the loose curls causing my scalp to tingle.  The tingle shoots all the way from my scalp
down my body to settle between my legs, where it became a constant throb.

The ding of the elevator,
signaling our arrival to our destination, is the only thing that keeps me from
ripping his clothes off right then and there.
I can’t believe how brazen I am this evening.  This isn’t me at all but then again isn’t
that why I came to New York in the first place?
To get as far away from the old me as possible?  I unlock the door and usher him through into
the living room.  “Can I take your
jacket?”  I ask as he drapes it over the
back of the sofa. 

“Is this alright?”  He asks indicating his jacket.  I can only nod as the electricity builds
between us. 

Wetting my lips again, I ask,
“Would you like a drink?  I believe we
have some cognac here.”  Letting him know
that I noticed his drink of choice earlier.
“Or we have some champagne.”  His
gaze drifts to the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and
rests on the champagne in the ice bucket and two glasses.  “Oh sorry, my roommate and I had a couple
glasses before we left for the club.
Tonight was sort of a celebration for me.”  I shrug as if to say it was no big deal.  “But there’s still plenty left and I have
another bottle in the wine fridge if you’d like some.”

“Champagne would be
wonderful.  So what were you
celebrating?  I feel a little guilty
pulling you away from your friends knowing that you were out celebrating.”  In a few long strides, he stands in front of
me.  “But I won’t say I regret it.”  His lips once again find mine; the champagne
and questions are all but forgotten.  My
hands tangle in his hair and his grip on my waist tightens like it’s his only
lifeline.  Not wanting to break our kiss,
I gently guide us down the hallway to my bedroom.  He moves us through the door and in a swift
move kicks the door shut with his foot.
Once the door closed the need engulfing, my body grows
exponentially.  I reach for the buttons
on his shirt wanting to remove all barriers between us.  My clumsiness and inexperience are definitely
noticeable but he doesn’t say anything, just helps guide my fingers from one
button to the next until the shirt lies in a pool at our feet.

I reach up the side of my dress
and find the zip.  Pulling it down with
the dress, it soon joins his shirt on the floor and I stand before him in a
lacy bra, thong and my heels.  His
breathe catches in his throat and I can tell he definitely enjoys the
view.  “My god, you are so beautiful.”  He pulls me to him and takes my mouth once
more then begins his exploration down my body.
Trailing kisses from my neck down to the tops of my breasts and then
over my stomach until he is kneeling before me.
He looks up at me silently asking permission.  I fist my hands in his hair and throw my head
back in answer.  If I thought his
intention was just to remove the thong, I was very wrong.  With a slight tug, there’s a ripping sound as
the small piece of fabric falls away from my body.  He holds it in his fist for a moment just
staring at my naked pussy before he lowers his lip to my clit and sucks
hard.  The sensation almost causes me to
fall over.  Sensing my weak knees, he
pushes me back against the bed until I’m sitting as he continues working me
over with his tongue.  “Ah god, that
feels incredible.”

“Angel, you taste
incredible.  You are incredible.  I was right before when I said I wouldn’t be
able to get enough of you in one night.”
His fingers slip between my folds and he presses one into me.  I gasp at the feeling.  “Shit!
You are so fucking tight.  This is
heaven.”

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S.M. Lynn has a
Bachelor’s Degree in Secondary Education with an English specialization.  She resides in small town Nebraska with her
husband and two children.  She writes
contemporary romance leaning toward the erotic but enjoys mixing in elements of
suspense.

When her family
can pry her away from writing and reading, she works in her husband’s financial
services firm.  Between kids and work
there is not much time left over but when she has some, she enjoys traveling,
watching Vampire Diaries and scouring Facebook for book deals.

Email: smalousek@gmail.com

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Cover Reveal ~ Blissful Surrender by BJ Harvey

Title: Blissful Surrender ( Bliss #3)
Author: BJ Harvey
This is a story of Sean Miller, a dom that will have your panties diving for cover with an eyebrow quirk. That will have even the strongest woman dropping to their knees in submission with a piercing stare, and Samantha Richards, a female cop who’s tough, seemingly impenetrable shell is strong enough to resist everyone except the one man it was build up to protect her against.
**Disclaimer – If you thought the first two Bliss books were hot, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Creative use of handcuffs, batons, a club scene you have to read to believe, and a tough as nails dominant who is blindsided by the one woman strong enough to threaten his resolve not to let his past dictate his future.**
Like the other books in the Bliss series, this book can be read as a stand alone. There are common characters in the books but it is not necessary to read the first two books in the series to read this one.

“Sean, I—”

No. She’s not getting another moment to talk herself out of this, out of us. She’s been running for way too long. This time it’s for keeps. This time, I’m not letting anything come between us—not my brother, not her mother, not her job and not some convoluted idea she gets in her head that she is not the submissive I need her to be. I’m sick of the bullshit, and this time I want what is mine.

And Sam is mine.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her body tight against mine and slant my head, slamming my mouth to hers as she gasps in shock. My hand grabs her blonde ponytail, holding her in place. Her tight muscles relax when my tongue rolls over hers as I set out to rediscover the beauty that is Samantha Richards. Her taste is intoxicating, and I find myself wanting to consume her, to lose myself inside of this gorgeous woman whose mind continues to deny the connection between us. In this moment, I want to show her everything I am, everything I can do to her, every possible way I can make her feel. I know I’m losing control, but with Sam, I don’t care.

I press my hips into her, pressing my hard as steel cock against the softness of her stomach. I feel her arms move between us, and I expect her to push me away, but she fists my shirt and pulls me closer, thrusting her hips into me in silent invitation.

She may not be able to admit the words, but she can show me with her body, with her actions—she can no longer deny the spark between us.

I pull my head back slightly, raking my teeth against her bottom lip. I scan her face, looking for any remaining uncertainty. If she said no it would hurt like hell, but I’d let her go. Again. But all I can see are swollen, pink lips and half-cast eyes full of want, and I know in that moment that I have my Sammy back. Even if it’s just for a few moments, a few hours, or maybe the night…if that is all I get with her, then I’ll take it willingly.

If this is the only chance I get with her, I’m going to make it count. I’m going to draw it out and make it last until neither one of us can move; until neither of us can breathe.

“You were saying?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

BJ Harvey is the Amazon Bestselling Author of The Bliss Romantic Comedy Series and The Lost Romantic Suspense Series. An avid music fan, you will always find her with headphones when writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful children, and a full-time university student. BJ resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New Zealand.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Temporary Bliss (Bliss #1)
True Bliss (#2)

Review by Sophie ~ Sweet Thing & Sweet Little Thing by Renee Carlino

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Ever wonder what happened after the final pages of Sweet Thing?

From his candid and sometimes neurotic point of view, Will tells all in this musical and sexy follow-up novella to Renée Carlino’s USA Today Bestseller.

Life is pure bliss for Mia and Will.  They have a puppy, a loft in Brooklyn, and a new music studio on the rise.   It seems things couldn’t get any better for this talented couple when life decides to throw them a sweet little curve ball.

They quickly learn that things don’t always go according to plan.  Sometimes happily ever after is one giant leap of faith away.
With the help of good music, good friends, and one eccentric old lady, they overcome a few of life’s little bumps to find the sweetest thing of all.

Watch this duo grow in more ways than one in SWEET Little THING.

Available March 4th

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♥ ARC was provided in exchange for honest review ♥

I love it when I come across an author that latches on to your soul and sucks you in.  You know that whatever they may write you will buy the book and read it without knowing what it is even about.  Their talent leaps off the pages and owns you.  I have discovered an author in the past year that has totally owned me.  I first read Sweet Thing by Renee Carlino last year and immediately became a huge fan.  Mia and Will quickly became one of my favorite book couples and I felt like I was part of their family.  So when the opportunity to review Sweet Little Thing – a novella continuing their story – I literally jumped for joy!  Oh, did Renee not disappoint me.  Sweet Little Thing was AMAZING!!!  Just what I needed.  It was so nice to get my Mia and Will fix plus get a few little bonus surprises.  I swear I was meant to live in this story.  I just want to pack up and move to the village and make beautiful music.  This is a one sitting read and you will not want to be interrupted.  You need to seclude yourself a way and enjoy the story. Thank you Renee for allowing me the opportunity to review and I can’t wait to see what  you have up your sleeve next.

5*****

♥ Sophie

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“You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together…then you’ll hear the sound of your soul.”

Mia Kelly thinks she has it all figured out. She’s an Ivy League graduate, a classically trained pianist, and the beloved daughter of a sensible mother and offbeat father. Yet Mia has been stalling since graduation, torn between putting her business degree to use and exploring music, her true love.

When her father unexpectedly dies, she decides to pick up the threads of his life while she figures out her own. Uprooting herself from Ann Arbor to New York City, Mia takes over her father’s café, a treasured neighborhood institution that plays host to undiscovered musicians and artists. She’s denied herself the thrilling and unpredictable life of a musician, but a chance encounter with Will, a sweet, gorgeous, and charming guitarist, offers her a glimpse of what could be. When Will becomes her friend and then her roommate, she does everything in her power to suppress her passions-for him, for music-but her father’s legacy slowly opens her heart to the possibility of something more.

A “heartbreaking and romantic” (Aestas Book Blog) debut, Sweet Thing explores the intensity and complexities of first love and self-discovery.

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♥ ARC was provided in exchange for honest review ♥

Atria Books gave me the opportunity to read the paperback book of Sweet Thing and I think I love the book even more than the first time I read it!!

“You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together… then you’ll hear the sound of your soul”

Sweet Thing is definitely one of the best books I have read this year.  Such an amazing story of personal growth, love and loss. Beautifully written, and such a heartwarming story, I couldn’t put it down.  It was one of those books that you wanted to know what happens yet you don’t want the book to end because you love the characters so much.

Mia… Even though she thinks she has her life planned out before her, her father’s death is a catalyst for change.  He represents the free-spirited, music loving person hidden in Mia and when she loses him Mia can’t fight her true inner self.  I could visualize the East Village, his coffee shop, the eclectic cast of characters that play a huge role in Mia’s life.  I felt like I was right there experiencing everything with them.  Even though there were times I wanted to reach into my Kindle and slap Mia silly for fighting her true self, I still loved her.  I felt such a connection to her and really wanted things to work out for her.

Will… He is such a beautiful person, inside and out. I loved this character and god I wanted to have lots of babies with him….. He is such a care free, honest, hunk of man and the way Renee wrote his character, he just jumped to life off the pages.  Hot musician, heart of gold, what more could you want.  The spirit he brought to the book (and Mia)  was truly magical.  I rooted for him every step of the way. It is so nice to have a male lead that you don’t want to throttle at times. He was strong but real and it really is a nice change.

“Sometimes it takes the love of others to show us who we really are.”

I loved the way music was incorporated into this story and it has an awesome playlist.  My music collection definitely rivals my book collection and quite a few of the songs are songs that were already important to me.  This book made me want to move to the East Village and find my own inner music goddess and my own Will, but unfortunately I have no musical talent what so ever.

All in all this is just an amazing read and is beautifully written. I must say I did shed quite a few tears and I was shocked to find out this is Renee’s first novel. I look forward to reading everything else she puts out.  Renee is a master storyteller for sure.

5 *****

♥ Sophie

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Renee’s first friends were the imaginary kind and even though her characters haven’t gone away, thankfully the delusions have.  She admits she’s a wildly hopeless romantic and she blames 80’s movies staring Molly Ringwald for that. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June.  When she’s not at the beach with her boys or working on the next book, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate.

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