Thursday, October 19, 2017

Cover Reveal - Tapping That Asset By London Hale

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She only wanted one night
Being on the road all the time because of the family business makes for a lot of lonely nights. So when handsome, charming AJ Phelps finds me in the hotel bar, I’m ready for more than casual conversation. After an amazing night, my hope to continue a brief affair with the town charmer is derailed when I come face to face with him the following day. This time, he’s not just handsome, charming AJ. He’s all business...and the owner of the brewery my brother is dead set on ruining. All may be fair in love and war, but there’s nothing as cut throat as beer and business.
He wants it all
As an ex-pro baseball player turned business owner, I have it all. Or I thought I did until Kennedy Rochester crossed my path. A one night stand with a woman as hot, intelligent, and feisty as that? No brainer. At least not until the following morning when she steps into my brewery and tells me in no uncertain terms her family business is there to put me out of mine. I should loathe her for threatening my livelihood, but I don’t. I can’t. Not when all I think about when I look at her is our single, toe-curling night together. Not when I’d give nearly anything for just one more.
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About London Hale:
London Hale is the combined pen name of writing besties Ellis Leigh and Brighton Walsh. Between them, they’ve published more than thirty books in the contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense genres. Ellis is a USA Today bestselling author who loves coffee, thinks green Skittles are the best, and prefers to stay in every weekend. Brighton is multi-published with Berkley, St. Martin’s Press, and Carina Press. She hates coffee, thinks green Skittles are the work of the devil, and has never heard of a party she didn’t want to attend. Don’t ask how they became such good friends or work so well together—they still haven’t figured it out themselves.
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Cover Reveal - Real Man Limited Edition Box Set By Jenika Snow





A Real Man Limited Edition Box Set.  (includes never before published bonus content)


Books included in set:

Lumberjack

Lumberjack bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Virgin

Virgin holiday bonus chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Baby Fever

Baby Fever bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Experienced

Experienced bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Roommate

Roommate bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Arrogant

Arrogant bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Feral

Feral bonus chapter

Dirty

Dirty bonus chapter

Viking

Viking bonus chapter

Blacksmith

Blacksmith bonus chapter

Brutal

Brutal bonus chapter

Kilt Me

Kilt Me bonus chapter





Coming October 26th









Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.


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Blog Tour - In Too Deep By Jordan Marie
















I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.





REVIEW
I was so excited when I got the chance to read In Too Deep Early!  The minute I got the chance to I dived into the story and I thoroughly enjoyed this books. Its safe to say that  these two didn't really hit it of that well in the beginning of the story , however as the story goes  on  things change for the better and create  the ground work for sexy romance .  I loved the twist in this book  ! with the whole faking being his wife senario ,  even though them coming  closer was based on the deceit, they fell in love with each other and  had so many  swoon worthy moments. I was on the egde of  my  seat waiting for the truth to come out   and wondering what would happen next and Jordan Marie  definaetly  delivered  an ending  that  will make  any invested  reader  so happy . In Too Deep was such  a good story ,it was sexy and addicting and if you love all these things in your stories you should definitely get a copy as soon as you can.


RATING 
4/5 STARS



Aden
I planned to apologize. Really—I did. I was dreading it. In my experience when you apologize to a woman you show them weakness, and with weakness they smell blood. It never ends well. Still, I shouldn’t have said what I did about her. I was going to the office to say I’m sorry, see if there was literature about where I can find a place with take-out food and leave—quickly.
One thing stops me.
I open the door to the office and this small boy comes running out at me, completely naked. He slaps his hands against my legs, just reaching above my knee. I stop quickly so I don’t plow him over.
“You my Daddy?” he asks. I know nothing about kids, but I do know one of the last things I ever want to hear from one are those words. His question strikes fear in my heart, but the fact his hands are covered in some dark brown unknown substance terrifies me. I watch as it smears across the legs of my favorite jeans. I’m not sure what it is, but he’s not wearing any clothes—including a diaper. Do kids his size wear diapers?
“Jack! You get back here right now young man!”
“Daddy!”
The child screams the name like it’s being torn from his heart, the moment White’s cousin captures him in her arms and pulls him away. The scream is so piercing I wince.
“Do you need something?” she asks over the noise. Her face instantly hardens, whereas just a moment ago she was smiling, even chasing after her son.
“Does he belong to you?” I ask, all thoughts of giving an apology gone. My voice is that of a growl really. It seems this woman brings out the worst in me.
“I—”
“He destroyed my clothes.”
Her eyes go round and briefly I notice she has brown eyes…almost as dark as whatever the child rubbed all over me.
“Daddy!” he screams again, and the woman’s face blushes a deep red.
“Hush, Jack. That’s not your Daddy,” she hisses.
“He doesn’t know who his father is?” I don’t bother keeping the censure out of my voice. This entire revelation doesn’t surprise me. I’m making a mental note to punch White in the face the next time I see him.
“It’s just chocolate. It will come out of your pants. You should probably flush it with club soda or…”
“Do I look like I do laundry?”
“Well—”
“Does your hotel even have laundry service?”
“There’s a laundry mat in town,” she says defensively.
“Charming.”
“Daddy!” the child screams again.
“Listen, Jack and I were—”
“Wrestling in chocolate?”
“Is there something you need?” she all but growls, her face tight with irritation.








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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

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Excerpt Blitz - Twisted Truth By Rebecca Zanetti


TWISTED TRUTHS by Rebecca Zanetti
Part of the BLOOD BROTHERS series.
November 14, 2017 | Trade paperback: $14.99 | eBook: $5.99 | ISBN: 978145559431

"TOP PICK! 4 1/2 stars! Zanetti proves that when it
comes to RS, she is in a class by herself!" RT Book Reviews


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One year ago, Denver Jones blew up his life and left everything behind. To stay alive, he had no other choice. But now, when video footage of the woman he could never forget goes viral, begging for his help, he has no choice but to go to her. Her niece has been kidnapped and Denver and his blood brothers are the only people she can trust. 

But Denver isn't the only one watching that video. The deadly forces from his past see it too-and they'll use anything--and anyone--they can to lure Denver out of hiding to exact their revenge. 

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Slowly, numbly, she shrugged.  “I knew you were dangerous and relentless in pursuing somebody,” she whispered.  But a killer?   Her search for him had held a romantic element, and she knew it.  This guy was all edge—no romance.  “Am I in danger?”  Her voice quivered, but she had to know.
“Yes.”  He didn’t move.  Didn’t even seem to breathe.
She blinked.  Rapidly.  “From you?” 
His eyes darkened.  “No.  The only thing I’m capable of breaking is your heart.”
Cold swam through her.  The arrogance.  “You think you broke my heart?”
His lip twisted.  “I know I did.”  His tone was low with what seemed like self-hatred.  Dark and raw.  “I’m sorry.”
Those words.  She’d needed those words and hadn’t realized how badly.  “Thank you,” she said, going on instinct.  “Then how am I in danger?”
“I’m in danger, and anybody close to me is free game for an enemy who will keep coming until I’m dead.  Until everything I care about, everything I dream about, is taken away and I want death.”  He looked back down at the computer, intensity pouring from him.
Whoa. Okay.  Denver didn’t have one bit of hysteria in him.  His words scared her, but curiosity still rose up.  “Who?”
“Irrelevant.  As soon as we get Talia back, you have to forget me.  Now.  Back to Richie.”
She could live forever, and she’d never forget him.  Not for one second had she been able to pretend he didn’t exist.  But he was right.  They had to find Talia, but he still needed to explain more.  She had a right to know everything.  “I have files on everything.”  She threw her pack at Denver, and he easily caught it before it smashed him in the face.  
He didn’t so much as frown.  “Thank you.”
She swallowed.  They were in the same room.  After a year of hurting for him, he was right there in solid form.  More than solid.  She hadn’t imagined his hard body or intense charisma.  He owned every room he walked into with no effort.  She’d never met anybody like him, and here he was.  Her body tingled, her heart ached, and her mind spun.  Yeah.  Denver was definitely there.  “What now?” she asked, her eyes gritty and her throat scratchy.
“I’ll do some research.”  Slowly, numbly, she shrugged.  “I knew you were dangerous and relentless in pursuing somebody,” she whispered.  But a killer?   Her search for him had held a romantic element, and she knew it.  This guy was all edge—no romance.  “Am I in danger?”  Her voice quivered, but she had to know.
“Yes.”  He didn’t move.  Didn’t even seem to breathe.
She blinked.  Rapidly.  “From you?” 
His eyes darkened.  “No.  The only thing I’m capable of breaking is your heart.”
Cold swam through her.  The arrogance.  “You think you broke my heart?”
His lip twisted.  “I know I did.”  His tone was low with what seemed like self-hatred.  Dark and raw.  “I’m sorry.”
Those words.  She’d needed those words and hadn’t realized how badly.  “Thank you,” she said, going on instinct.  “Then how am I in danger?”
“I’m in danger, and anybody close to me is free game for an enemy who will keep coming until I’m dead.  Until everything I care about, everything I dream about, is taken away and I want death.”  He looked back down at the computer, intensity pouring from him.
Whoa. Okay.  Denver didn’t have one bit of hysteria in him.  His words scared her, but curiosity still rose up.  “Who?”
“Irrelevant.  As soon as we get Talia back, you have to forget me.  Now.  Back to Richie.”
She could live forever, and she’d never forget him.  Not for one second had she been able to pretend he didn’t exist.  But he was right.  They had to find Talia, but he still needed to explain more.  She had a right to know everything.  “I have files on everything.”  She threw her pack at Denver, and he easily caught it before it smashed him in the face. 
He didn’t so much as frown.  “Thank you.”
She swallowed.  They were in the same room.  After a year of hurting for him, he was right there in solid form.  More than solid.  She hadn’t imagined his hard body or intense charisma.  He owned every room he walked into with no effort.  She’d never met anybody like him, and here he was.  Her body tingled, her heart ached, and her mind spun.  Yeah.  Denver was definitely there.  “What now?” she asked, her eyes gritty and her throat scratchy.
“I’ll do some research.” 
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Noni slowly came awake with a heater at her back.  The smell of male and forest filled her senses.
Denver.
She stilled and listened to his even breathing.  He was asleep.  Good.  She took a moment to feel his presence in bed again.  Some of the happiest times in her entire life had been with him in bed.  Man, she’d fallen for him fast and hard.  They’d only dated for about three months, but she could remember each and every detail as if it were yesterday.  The feeling of him in bed was right.
Yet it wasn’t.  It couldn’t be.  For months after he’d left, she hadn’t slept in her bed.  She’d watched television until falling asleep on the sofa in her living room. 
She couldn’t do this.  Be with him like this.  Everything feminine in her wanted to turn around and snuggle into his arms.  But he’d be gone soon, and she knew it.  Why torture herself?  The room was still dark, so dawn had yet to arrive.  She slid from the bed as quietly as she could, turned and backtracked to the doorway.
He slept on his back on top of the covers, his huge body taking up most of the bed.  His movements were nil, but his breathing even.  How tired had he been?  A lock of his black hair had fallen on his forehead, and her fingers itched to push it away.  To caress down his hard jaw and muscled neck to that wide chest.  She’d once spent an entire morning kissing that chest.
Man, she missed him.  Even now, with him near and her so pissed, she missed those moments.  When he was hers to touch.
Enough wallowing.  That was beneath her, and she was stronger than this.  There was no choice.  She swallowed and gathered her courage, sliding out of the room and quietly shutting the door.  After a quick trip to the one bathroom, she tiptoed into the living room and surveyed the computers.  The materials from her backpack were spread over a table, while other manila files and yellow notepads were scattered around.
Forgoing hers for his, she flipped through them.  A small, very small, part of her felt guilty to be going through Denver’s things.  The other part, the one he’d abandoned alone in a bed in Alaska, didn’t give a hoot.  The man would never level with her, so she’d be the detective in this case.
The file held a bunch of notes and pictures of red-headed women.  Something about a Copper Killer serial case filled one.  She pushed it aside and opened another file labeled as “Dr. Madison.”
“See anything that interests you?”  Denver asked from hallway entry.
Noni jumped, her lungs compressing.  “I’m just getting started.”  She would not feel bad.  “I read about the Copper Killer case in the newspaper.  He was a serial killer who focused on redheads. They caught the guy here in Snowville, right?”
We caught the guy,” Denver said, not moving.  He leaned against the door frame, his hair mussed up, whiskers covering his square jaw.  His ragged T-shirt was wrinkled, and his jeans ripped, and nothing in the world had ever looked so delicious.  Sexy, tousled, and dangerous.
Noni cleared her throat.  A pulse set up between her legs.  So that’s why he had been in town.  “That wasn’t in the news.”
“It wouldn’t be.”  He pushed away from the door frame toward her, holding out his hand.  “My records.”
She clutched them to her chest.  “I’m not done snooping.”
“Yes, you are.”  He grasped the manila folders with two fingers and pulled.
She could fight him, but in a tug of war, she’d probably lose.  Or at least get a paper cut, and those sucked.  “Who is Dr. Madison?”
At the question, his lazy indulgence disappeared.  A flash of heat hit his eyes, and for the moment, he looked every bit as deadly as he’d warned her that he could be.  Barely leashed violence poured off him in a heat she could actually feel.  “Nobody,” he said, his voice guttural.
Noni gaped at him.  At the change in him—in a second.  “Right.  I, ah, I can see that.”
Then the gates shuttered closed.  A veil fell over his expressive eyes, effectively shutting her out.
She exhaled.  “I’d forgotten that look.”  When they’d dated, every time she’d asked about his life, about his childhood, he’d shut her out.  And she’d let him.  Oh, she’d sensed the pain in his past, and she’d just accepted him, knowing someday he’d open up to her.  Someday he’d feel free enough, safe enough, to confide in her.  “I was such a fucking idiot,” she muttered, letting the truth finally in.  Even when they’d been together, he hadn’t let her know him.
“No, you’re not,” he said gently.  “I’m good at playing a part.  Really good.”
Fire lashed her.  She jumped up, sending the chair flying back.  He had fooled her, and he had done a good job with it.  But there had been moments…real moments.  She had to trust herself and what she felt.  Could she shake him?  Get him to admit it was more than just a part?  “Oh, baby.  You’re not that good.” 
“No?” he asked silkily.
“No.”  She levered up right into his face, finally trusting her instincts.  “I may not know the details of your life, of your big secrets, but I know you a little bit, asshole.”  She slapped a hand on his chest.  Hard.  “Whether you like it or not, you revealed some of your true self.” While she didn’t know the facts, she knew his heart.  Whether he liked it or not.  Since he’d shown up in her motel room, she hadn’t had time to really think.  No way would he hurt her.  While he was dangerous, she was safe.  “Suck on that.”
“Maybe,” he said, pressing his hand over hers.  “It doesn’t change anything.  We’re gonna find this baby and get you safe.  Then I have another job to do.”
“Jobs,” she sputtered as his heart beat so steadily against her palm.  “Tons of jobs, right?”
“No.  Just one.”  His hand completely covered hers, and she couldn’t move it.  The way he said the words gave her pause.  Such finality in each syllable.
Her gaze dropped to the files in his other hand.  “Dr. Madison?”
He slowly nodded.
“You’re trying to find her?”  That’s what he did, right?  He found people or things.  His detective agency found the lost.  That’s what he’d always said.
“Yes.”                                  
She swallowed.  “Then what?”  Instinct chilled down her back, but she didn’t know why.  Tension choked around them.  “What happens to Dr. Madison?”
“I’m going to kill her.”  With that, Denver released Noni’s hand and moved around her to the computers.  “Now.  Let’s find that baby.”


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rebecca Zanetti is the author of over twenty-five romantic suspense, dark paranormal, and contemporary romances, and her books have appeared multiple times on the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestseller lists. She has received a Publisher's Weekly Starred Review for Wicked Edge, Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Nominations for Forgotten Sins and Sweet Revenge, and RT Top Picks for several of her novels.  She lives in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own alpha hero, two kids, a couple of dogs, a crazy cat...and a huge extended family.  She believes strongly in luck, karma, and working her butt off...and she thinks one of the best things about being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the crazy out. Find Rebecca at: www.rebeccazanetti.com

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