Thursday, August 3, 2017

Cover Reveal: Mine for the Week by Erika Kelly




Book Description


As the top collegiate shortstop in the country, Ryan O’Donnell’s life is about discipline and training. But a growing restlessness causes him to bail on his baseball team over spring break to join his buddies at an exclusive singles resort. He just needs a few days to escape his life, and then he’ll get right back on track. But not twenty minutes after he arrives he meets HER, and the world as he knows it changes irrevocably. It should only be a hookup—that’s what spring break’s all about—but one taste of this sexy, vibrant woman isn’t enough. He has to have her. Even if it’s only for a week.

Sophie Valentine—yes, that Valentine—just found out her siblings want to sell off Crazy Hearts—the Peeps of the Valentine’s Day world. Being the youngest by eight years, she’s used to feeling left out, but selling off her family’s legacy without talking to her first? Not gonna happen. Upset, she takes off with her friends on their spring break vacation. She only wanted an escape—she never imagined meeting HIM. He’s smoking hot and intensely protective of her—and she loves it. But he’s about to start a major league baseball career, and she’s launching a battle to keep the family company. They have no future. It’s just…she’s never felt this way for anyone before.

Are they really going to walk away from this kind of connection…this passion? Or can a week turn into a lifetime?

 Available: October 3, 2017

Excerpt:

Sophie reached for the key in the ignition.

“Move over,” Ryan said.

“Excuse me?”

Tearing off his sunglasses, he stuck his face into the Jeep, forcing her to lean back. “Move over. I’m getting in.”

Struck by all that masculinity, the scent of sun-warmed cotton, soap from his shower, and whatever shampoo he’d used, it took her a moment to answer. He was a formidable presence, and the energy rolling off him overwhelmed her. “You can teach me how to use a stick shift from the passenger seat.”

“I’m not going to teach you. I’m driving you.”

“You can’t drive me to the other side of the island.”

“Wanna bet?” he said.

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to get twenty minutes down the road, stall out, and then what? You’ll be stuck on the road in the middle of nowhere by yourself.”

His intense gaze unnerved her. Stirred up all kinds of inappropriate feelings.“Why are you staring at my mouth?”

His jaw clamped shut. “Because I freaking love your mouth. I can’t stop kissing it, remember?”

Heat rushed up her neck, burning her cheeks. “Yes, I remember. That was very rude of you to bring it up.”

His arms reached over his head, hands clutching the roll-over bar of the Jeep. “Move over, Soph.”

“This isn’t a good idea.”

“It’s happening.”

“I’m not coming back until tomorrow.”

His nostrils flared, but he remained silent.

“And you don’t want to see the volcano.”

“Not really.”

“I’m not missing the waterfall with magical properties.” She gave him a meaningful look.

“No.” His lips twitched. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

When she didn’t budge, he finally looked her right in the eyes and gave her the most searing look she’d ever seen. The heat, the intensity, ignited a flurry of explosions in her chest. Holding her gaze, he said, “I think you know I’m going with you.”
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Excerpt Reveal: Beneath the Truth by Meghan March


Book Description

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans. 

I used to believe there were lines in life you don't cross. 
Don't lie. Don't cheat. Don't steal. 
Until I learned people don't always practice what they preach. 
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything. 
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans. 
What I don't expect is for her to be here too. 
Another line you don’t cross? 
Don't touch your best friend’s little sister. 
She's always been off-limits. 
Too bad I don't follow the rules anymore.


Excerpt

“Fine. If you don’t want to play me, I’m sure there’s someone in this bar who will.”

 She rose from the bar stool and smoothed her dress down her thighs. I swore it looked longer at the cemetery than it did right now, inching up her toned legs. The shoulders and chest were sheer black lace, as sophisticated as could be, but the lace took on a sexier edge in the dim light of the bar. I’d lay money on her being the classiest thing this place had ever seen. And damn, what those heels did for her . . .

 I ripped my gaze away from her ass to focus on her face.

 Her lips flattened in obstinate challenge before she strutted toward the pool table. And yeah, I used the word strutted because there was no other way to describe how she walked in those stilettos now that her attitude was flaring.
Heads turned to follow her progress, and two guys jumped off their stools to follow her.

 Oh, hell no. Not a chance, assholes.

 I pushed off my seat and stalked toward her. Ari’s back was to me when I stopped behind her at the cue rack. She spun around, unaware of my presence, and smacked into my chest, a pool stick trapped between us. She sucked in a breath, jerking her head up.

 “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were so close.”

 Years ago, she never would have lost track of where I was if we were in the same room. The realization was a blow to my ego, although not unexpected. I no longer made the cut on her priority list, and that stung.

 Rather than move and give her space, I reached around her to snag a cue off the rack, letting my arm brush her shoulder.

 Ah . . . there it is. Her facial expression remained static, but her involuntary shiver gave her away. Maybe I’m not off the list completely.

 I didn’t know why it mattered, but after the last few brutal days, I needed something good to distract me from the shit show that was my life. And there was no doubt in my mind that Ariel Sampson was everything good.

 Her spine straightened and she bobbed around me, avoiding contact in favor of racking the balls and lining them up.

 “Do you want to break?” she asked.

 “Ladies first.”

 Ari rolled her eyes and reached for the chalk. With her stick prepped, she leaned over the edge of the table, her ass jutting out and the hem of her dress riding up her thigh.

 Lord . . . I groaned silently. This was torture.

 Haven’t I been through enough? I tossed the question skyward and received no sign the big man had heard me.

 I tore my gaze off her ass and scanned the bar. Mistake. My fist tightened around the pool cue as a reflex, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t use it to smack every jerk in this bar back into line if they didn’t quit staring. Double standard? Sure. But I didn’t care.

 With a step behind her, I blocked the most direct view and turned to glare at all of them. Thankfully, Heath’s interest was hooked on the waitress working our table. One by one, the gazes dropped away, and I turned back to Ari, marginally satisfied that they picked up what I was throwing down. Off-limits, assholes.

 Ari cursed and stood up straight, leaning lightly on her pool cue. “Dammit. I had that shot.”

 I scanned the green felt and found half her balls were missing. “Jesus, what were you doing? Trying to clear the table?”

 Her nose went up in the air. “Trying? If I wanted to clear the table, it would be clear. It’s just angles.”

 “Brainiac as always.”

 Ari shrugged, but I caught a hint of a smile. “Didn’t you hear? It’s cool to be a geek now.”

 I had no doubt that wherever she lived in California, she was exactly what was cool. Shit, she had every man’s attention in this bar.

 “You were always cool in my book, Red. My turn.” Even though I wanted to wait for her smile, I chalked my cue and sank two shots before missing the third.

 “Not bad.” Her nonchalant tone made me grin.

 “I try.”

 Her eyes finally locked on mine. “I succeed.”

 Hell. Why was that statement so damned sexy coming from her lips?

 She pushed off her pool cue and spun around to face the table again, her dress sliding up another inch as she bent over the table.

 My dick pulsed against my jeans.

 Heath is going to kill me.


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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Release Blitz: Your Fierce Love by Layla Hagen

 



Book Description

The strong and sexy Blake Bennett is downright irresistible. And Clara Abernathy is doing everything she can to resist his charm.
After spending her life in group homes, Clara yearns for the love and warmth of a true family. With the Bennetts treating her like their own, she can't possibly fall for Blake. That would be crossing a line...
But when Clara needs a temporary place to live, and she accepts Blake’s offer to move next door to him, things escalate. Suddenly, she’s not only supposed to resist the man who’s hell-bent on having her, but the TV station she works for is determined to dig up some dirt on the Bennett family.
Blake knows family friends are off-limits, and Clara is more off-limits than anyone. But Clara’s sweetness and sass fill a hole in him he wasn’t even aware of. Soon, he finds himself gravitating toward her, willing to do anything to make her happy.
Blake enjoys bending the rules—much more than following them, but will bending this one be taking it too far?
YOUR FIERCE LOVE is the seventh book in Layla Hagen's Bennett Family series, but all books stand alone.

 AVAILABLE: August 2, 2017

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