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Sunday, March 26, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Dorian by Carlos Dash {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}





Dorian by Carlos Dash

Release Date: April 3rd 2017 by Carlos Dash
Genres: New Adult, Romance

It was supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand. As a billionaire, I have plenty of those.

But she was different.

How was I supposed to know that I would fall in love with her?

And how was I supposed to know whose daughter she was?

Now I can't stop thinking about her. She's there when I close my eyes. When I get up in the morning. When I try to fall asleep at night.

My entire adult life I was afraid this would happen. Afraid that I would fall in love.

And now it's too late. I have to have her. She has to be mine.


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{EXCERPT}

Making sure the traces of confrontation have left my features, I smoothly meet the girl’s gaze and say, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I think so,” she replies back to me, her lips pressed so tightly together that they look like one singular line. Despite the strength she showed earlier, she’s obviously having a hard time getting over what just happened. Her heart is probably going a mile a minute.

“Sorry about that.”

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. I’m just apologizing on behalf of the entire male species.”

Her lips curl into a proper smile. Genuine.

“Well, in that case, on behalf of the entire female species, I accept your apology.” She looks at the empty chair across the table from her and nods at it, her brown locks shifting a little. 

“Would you like to sit down?”

I’d like to do a lot more than that.

“If you don’t mind,” I say innocently. 

“Not at all. Have a seat.”

And so it begins. 

I sit down in the chair and look across at the girl’s face. Our eyes meet—those brown orbs of hers pulling me in. We linger in that fashion for a bit longer than is necessary or normal, and then she looks away and pretends to be checking the time.

I keep staring at her, enjoying watching her squirm under my gaze. 
“I’m Dorian,” I say eventually, offering my hand, which she takes into her own after the slightest bit of hesitation, meeting my eyes once again.

“Nice to meet you, Dorian.” 

And that’s it. She just stops talking as she releases my hand. I expect her to say her own name, but she doesn’t.

AUTHOR BIO:

I'm a guy who likes to cut right to the chase, so here we go: I'm a male author of New Adult Romance whose stories are told entirely from the POV of the male protagonist. If you enjoy happy endings and steamy tales about people falling in love quickly, my books are for you.



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Saturday, March 25, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Working Stiff: Casimir by Blair Babylon {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}





Working Stiff: Casimir by Blair Babylon

Release Date: May 17th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Here’s the problem: when Rox was hired, she told her smoking-hot boss Cash that she was married, but she’s not. Now, three years later, she’s kind of accidentally living with him, and he’s being a perfect gentleman, dang it.

Everybody in the office said that Cash was a heartbreaker, that he’d bump her and dump her, so Rox decided not to become a statistic. She went out and bought herself some rings of the finest cubic zirconia so that she could work with Cash, who was several inches over six feet tall, emerald-eyed, ripped, gorgeous, his tailored suit clinging to his athletic body, sporting a British accent, and loaded.

It had seemed like such a good idea at the time.

But now, three years later, she and Cash have become friends. They travel together for work often, and they’re the best of buddies.

When Rox gets thrown out of her apartment, Cash insists that she come live with him until they can find her a place because that’s what friends do.

Now, even though everyone insists that Cash never goes after married women, something about him has changed. There are little touches, little slips, and Rox is more and more tempted to tell hunky, gorgeous Cash that she never was married.

And then he’ll take her and break her, and then he’ll walk away, and then she’ll lose her job, and she still hasn’t found a place to live.

And yet, every time he looks at her with mischief in his dark green eyes, every time they’re teasing and it somehow turns into tickling, every time she swats at him and somehow ends up in his arms, she wants so much to risk everything.

What’s a working stiff to do when she falls in love with her friend, the boss? 



{EXCERPT}

Casimir bounced the back of his head softly against the door in time with his thoughts.

She. Was. Married.

It did not matter if Rox would be under his roof for a day or two. It did not matter that sometimes a ghost of other circumstances had flitted through the house and through Casimir’s mind, a ghost that looked suspiciously like her sumptuous dark hair spread on his pillows or her plush body sprawled on his sheets.

She. Was. Married.

Perhaps his attraction for her was merely for forbidden fruit, he consoled himself. If he’d had a chance with her, perhaps he wouldn’t feel so strongly. It was probably an illusion.

Perhaps she wouldn’t walk through his dreams, handing him contracts and then looking up through dark eyelashes with her hazel eyes that reminded him of pale caramels from home before she melted into his arms.

She would only be at his home for a day or two.

Casimir would survive a day or two of her walking around his house, drinking coffee with him in the morning or maybe a cocktail after work, perhaps watching a little late-night television on the deep couches in the media room before they retired, or perhaps, finally, she might steal into his bedroom near midnight—

She. Was. Married.

He rubbed the back of his skull. That last bonk had smarted a bit.



AUTHOR BIO:

Blair Babylon often releases ebooks at a special release-day price of 99c.

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Blair Babylon is the nom de plume of an award-winning, USA Today-bestselling author who used to publish literary fiction. Because professional reviews of her other fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much deviant sex and too much interesting plot, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write hot, sexy, erotic romance, plus wild, suspenseful thrillers, science fiction, and urban fantasy using the super-secret pen name Blair C. Babylon.


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Friday, March 24, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ A Star to Steer Her By by Beth Anne Miller {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}





A Star to Steer Her By by Beth Anne Miller

Release Date: March 20th 2017 by Entangled: Embrace
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’m scarred. Broken. I’ll never be the same.
But I will take this journey.

Ever since my last dive ended in bloodshed, I’ve been terrified to go back into the water. But the opportunity to spend a semester at sea is too good to pass up. I need to get my life back.

I never expected to love it this much. And I never expected Tristan MacDougall.

Rugged, strong, and with demons of his own, Tristan helps me find the courage I thought I had lost and heals me with every stolen moment we share. But the rules of the ship mean we can't be together. 

When a dive excursion goes terribly wrong, our only hope for survival is each other.


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{EXCERPT}

I was standing alone at the helm, under full sails and a glittering sky, guiding the ship unerringly across the endless black sea with only the stars to guide me, like the sailors of old. It was amazing. This was why I was here, why I’d gone ahead with this semester at sea, even after everything that had happened. Because I loved the sea, and wanted it to be a part of my life.

I returned my gaze upward, focusing on my guide star.

“‘And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.’”

The low voice came out of nowhere. I spun to the right, where I could just make out the vague outline of someone leaning against the stanchion that held Speedy the motorboat suspended at the stern.

“Tristan?” As soon as the question left my mouth, I rolled my eyes in the darkness. Of course it was him.

“Aye, it’s me.”

“How long have you been standing there?” I hissed. “And where the hell did you come from?” I’d been at the helm for at least half an hour, and I knew he hadn’t been there the whole time.

There was a flash of white in the darkness as he grinned. “I’ve been here for about five minutes. You were so focused on staring up at the stars that you didn’t see me. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“So instead, you just lurked in the dark until you could scare the hell out of me. Makes sense,” I muttered, trying not to be too thrilled that he’d chosen to hang out up here with me. “What was it that you said, anyway?”

“It’s from a poem. The full verse is:

“‘I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.’”

His lilting accent gave the lines a musical quality, and a shiver ran down my spine. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “and perfectly describes the way I feel. You didn’t write that, did you?” Because it would be supremely unfair for him to be kind, gorgeous, athletic, musically brilliant, and a poet, too.



AUTHOR BIO:

My first book, written in elementary school, was bound in pink fabric and was about—what else?—a girl and her horse. I soon began cheating on horses with the sea, becoming an open water scuba diver at age 14. That love of the sea led me to a college semester aboard a schooner. I returned with fond memories of the exhilaration of being on a ship under full sail, less fond memories of hurling over the leeward rail on a daily basis, and a sailing bug I couldn’t quite shake.

In addition to horses and the sea, I have a fascination for all things Scottish (including, but not limited to, men in kilts), which I explored with my first novel, INTO THE SCOTTISH MIST (The Wild Rose Press, 2011), and carried into my new novel, A STAR TO STEER HER BY (Entangled Embrace, 2017). A native New Yorker, I work in the publishing industry and am always looking ahead to my next voyage, whether a short one on a dive boat or whale watch, or, with luck, a longer one on a tall ship. You can find me on the web at www.bethannemiller.com 


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Thursday, March 23, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Beautiful Dark by J.L. White {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}





Beautiful Dark by J.L. White

Release Date: March 21st 2017 by Velvet Pen Books
Pages: 160
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Who is Mason Reeves? 

Corrine Rivers and her cousins desperately need to find out. Evidence suggests he’s the illegitimate child of her beloved Uncle Grant. The truth is just as hard to bear. 

What’s also hard is Mason himself. All over. From his broad, muscular chest and massive biceps to his “screw you” attitude. Because Mason Reeves wants nothing to do with his inheritance or the wealthy Rivers clan, and isn’t afraid to say so. 

As Mason’s tragic connections to Corrine’s family emerge, the facts are reason enough for her to stay away. But she can’t seem to resist him, and what’s worse, he feels the same way about her. To everyone’s surprise, Corrine and Mason get in deep, in more ways than one. But it turns out the biggest obstacle to their happiness isn’t Mason’s past. 

It’s hers. 


Purchase: Amazon


{EXCERPT}

He shrugs out of his suit coat, drawing my eyes to his broad shoulders and thick biceps. I want to reach up and squeeze them right through his white shirt. He holds out his coat and I slide my arms inside the warm sleeves. I exhale slightly, not realizing how cold I was until I got some relief. “Aren’t you cold, too?”

“There was snow on the ground when I left Galesburg. This is nothing.”

He settles the heavy coat on my shoulders, then gives my upper arms a gentle squeeze. I’m absolutely swimming in it. As he takes me in, he gets a grin on his face. “You’re so tiny.”

“Too tiny, I know.”

“No,” he says, putting one arm around me and pulling me close, rubbing his hand on my arm to warm me up. “You’re perfect.”

I lean into him, under the guise of needing to warm up. Being this close with his arm around me, it’s happening pretty damn quick.

As he slowly rubs my arm, I look up to him. God, he’s right here. So close I can smell him, a heady, masculine scent that makes me want to bury my nose in the crook of his neck. Our eyes lock and my heart starts to race.

His hand stills on my arm, and he slowly tucks me tighter against him. I bring my hand up to the middle of his firm back, the tips of my fingers just barely clearing the cuff of his jacket sleeve. His eyes scan my face, sweep over the embroidered surface of my mask, and settle on my lips.

Heart pounding against my chest, I can barely breathe. His free hand comes up. Slowly, gently, his fingertips brush the outer edge of the mask’s feathers. Then down to my temple, feather light, then to the outside of my cheek. I’m tingling everywhere.

I tilt my mouth up toward his. He comes to me too, so slowly. His lips part, then he freezes.

My breath catches.

“We would regret it,” he says thickly, giving me a heated look. But even as he speaks, his fingertips are running down the line of my jaw toward my lips.

“Don’t tell me we can’t,” I whisper. “Not after you came here to see me.”

His eyes drop to my lips, then he does a quick scan of the balcony, apparently to make sure we’re not being watched. As if we haven’t been watching half-drunk partiers kissing all night long.

Come on, I think. It’s our turn. Kiss me.



AUTHOR BIO:

J.L. White writes sassy, steamy contemporary and new adult romances featuring smart heroines and the swoon-worthy men who adore them. If you’re tired of heroes who are jerks, heroines who are too stupid to live, and relationships that scream “train wreck” instead of “true love”, she’s your girl. Her first series, the Firework Girls, centers around four amazing, hilarious girlfriends. Her newest series, Beautiful Rivers, follows the young heirs of the luxurious Rivers Paradise Resort as they find love.
Each book can be read as a STANDALONE, comes complete with a HEA, and is guaranteed to make you squirm. 


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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

✯BOOK BLITZ:✯ Echo by Nana Malone {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}





Echo by Nana Malone

Release Date: March 21st 2017
Series: The Player #3
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports

Money, power, prestige…freedom. Echo Coulter is—The Player.

You are a Coulter. You will be perfect. That’s what Echo has been told every day of her life. As the only girl in the Coulter clan, she knows it’s her job to be the glue of the family. But with the Olympics looming, the last thing she wants is to follow the rules. She wants to break free, and she knows just the guy to help her.

Cole Atkins has no interest in spoiled little rich girls. Besides, he’s got the job of a lifetime and just met the girl of his dreams…That is, until she ditches him under the cover of darkness. He can put her out of his head and deal with a spoiled princess for a couple of months right?


Purchase: Amazon, B&N, Kobo, iBooks


{EXCERPT}

He bent his head, and slid his lips over hers. The contact was light but potent. Drugging. As if she’d been hit with something strong enough to blur her mind.

Cole waited a hair of a second and started to pull back.

But for the first time in her life, Echo didn’t overthink, she just followed her instinct. With a sigh, she melted against him, chasing his lips with hers.

She felt, rather than heard, the low grumble from his chest as he angled his head, deepening the kiss and delving his tongue inside to tease hers.

One lick of his tongue and she was in no condition to think. No condition to be rational. All she wanted was more of Cole.

His hands slid down her back, pressing her even closer to him, making her all too aware of every muscle of his every movement, every pulse of his erection.

Holy hell, the man could kiss.

His hands tightened on her hips and he pulled back slightly. “You are so fucking beautiful.”



AUTHOR BIO:

USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.

It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

Want to know when the next book is coming? Hit up her Newsletter here. You'll only get updated when there is a new release or a special promotion for her Sexy, Sassy Readers. http://eepurl.com/2PeXb 


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