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Title: The Promises We Keep (Made For Love, #1)

Author: R.C. Martin

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 1, 2015


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The promises you keep reveal who you are and define who you want to be…

With senior year of college just a breath away, Beckham and Grayson, brothers by fate, battle against their fears and surrender to their hearts’ bidding—consequences be damned; while Addison and Avery, sisters by blood, learn that in romance, all you need is love—except for when life is way more complicated than that.

Written in each of their perspectives, The Promises We Keep tells the story of a couple joined together and another split apart. As they make plans in preparation for life after college in the Òreal world,Ó they are each challenged with the reality that love can conquer all; but only if they choose to let it, which is never as easy as it sounds.

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I hop up onto the counter and watch Addie as she moves about the kitchen preparing our coffee. My sister takes care of me like no one else can. We call each other my other half for a reason—I tell people all the time that she is proof that God loves me. WeÕve been close always. Of course, weÕve had our disagreements and our fights, but weÕre more than sisters and weÕre more than friends. IÕm convinced that sharing a womb with someone links them to you in a way that simply cannot be understood by anyone who isnÕt a twin.

Sarah belts out a particularly shrill ÒnoteÓ and, this time, I canÕt help but laugh. IÕm so tickled I have to hold onto the counter to keep myself from falling off. Addie met Sarah freshman year. They both have plans to teach elementary school, so they met by way of a handful of shared classes. Sarah is easy to like and a blast to live with, aside from her lack of musical skill; and while she canÕt hold a tune to save her life, Addie has a beautiful voice. SheÕs been singing at our church going on two years, now. Mom always calls her Addie Jane, her little songbird.

ÒCanÕt blame her for trying,Ó says Addie. ÒHer lack of shame is actually sort of endearing, donÕt you think?Ó

I raise my eyebrows at my sister in question. ÒOne day, when she meets the love of her life and she gets married, I want you to ask him that.Ó She flashes me a goofy smile, implying her sympathy for SarahÕs future beau. ÒSpeaking of the love of oneÕs life, what time are the guys supposed to be here, again?Ó

ÒTen,Ó she answers, filling up my mug, complete with a spoonful of sugar and a splash of nonfat milk. She pours herself a cup as well. By the time sheÕs doctored it, her caramel creamer makes her coffee barely recognizable as such; itÕs the color of our complexion when sheÕs done. ÒThat is, if Beck doesnÕt over sleep,Ó she tacks on as an afterthought.

The guys consist of Beckham, Jackson, and Grayson.

Beckham—or Hammy, to me—is AddieÕs sweetheart. TheyÕve been madly in love since we were sixteen. I have not a single doubt in my mind that they will get married one day. I know if it were up to Addie, heÕd propose this summer and they would be married before he heads off to medical school—but even if that doesnÕt happen, theyÕre destined to be together.

Jackson is also the sweetheart to a special someone. HeÕll be coming with his girlfriend Claire. She spends most weekends downstairs, even though sheÕs got her own place a few blocks away. WeÕre quite used to having her around and we like her a great deal. We consider her an honorary roomie.

And then thereÕs Grayson. Well, I call him Sonny.

He strolled into my life about the same time that Sarah did. He was introduced to us through Beckham. They were paired together as roommates in the dorms freshman year and theyÕve been best friends ever since. To say that I was instantly attracted to him would be one hundred percent true. It surprised me at first, because I didnÕt think that someone like him was my type, but I couldnÕt argue against the evidence of my attraction—which manifested itself by way of my stomachÕs somersaults every time I saw him. But IÕve never been that girl who falls for the hot jock. IÕm a nerd; total band geek and completely unashamed. As for SonnyÉhot jock describes him accurately, as he is a distractingly handsome football player. A couple years ago, football was so far off my radar I couldnÕt even tell you what the role of the quarterback was—so Hot Jock was just nice to look at.

But then I got to know him.

I guess I should have known, if he was able to get along with Hammy so well, he had to be more than just his good looks. The tight knit group that started off as Addie, Hammy and me grew to include Sarah and need Sonny. While heÕs a wonderful sportsman and great team leader, heÕs also just a really good guy. Even still, it took about a year of friendship, and Addie and SarahÕs incessant goading, before I was willing to admit that, yeah, I like him a lot.

He, on the other hand, does not feel the same way about me. I know this to be a fact, as he has never even hinted to thinking of me as more than a friend. Seriously, if I made a list of all the things that we do that ensures me that IÕve been delicately stored in the friend zone, I could fill a book. For about the last nine months, Addie and Sarah have been trying to convince me otherwise, but neither of them have been able to give me a good reason as to why heÕs never asked me out—so I rest my case.

Besides, heÕs way too popular.

Who knew that word would follow my social life outside of the halls of high school? ÒHey, Twinkies!Ó greets Sarah, strolling into the kitchen.

Her long blonde locks are wet and sheÕs wrapped in only a towel. Neither Addie, nor I, bat an eyelash at her lack of clothing. SheÕs easily a half a foot taller than us and sheÕs shaped like a greek goddess—voluptuous with a small waist and a bust size at least two times the size of mine—which, I suppose, makes her about average, if IÕm being honest. SheÕs got piercing blue eyes and milky skin and I decided a long time ago that if she wanted to walk around in her underwear, all the power to her. She has a body worthy of admiration.

ÒMorning, Baker Babe,Ó says Addie. ÒThanks for the wake-up tunes.Ó

Sarah throws her head back in laughter. ÒSorry. IÕll make it up to you,Ó she promises. ÒIÕve got blueberries, chocolate chips, and strawberries in the fridge—all of which go quite nicely with pancakes.Ó

ÒMmm. YouÕre forgiven.Ó

ÒAnd now that I say that, I realize I really should get a move on. Just wanted you to know the showerÕs free.Ó

ÒMe first!Ó I cry, jumping from the counter. I donÕt miss the amused glances that pass between the two of them as I make my exit. I ignore them both, sipping at the warm nectar in my mug as I go.

Forty-five minutes later, IÕm standing in front of my closet, fretting over what to wear. Yes, IÕm aware that I probably spent too much time blowdrying my hair—I so would have curled it if I had the time. Yes, IÕm aware that I only have about fifteen minutes to decide on an outfit, dress, and throw myself back on the couch so that it looks like I didnÕt agonize over my appearance this morning. Yes, IÕm even aware that all IÕm getting dressed for is breakfast with some of our closest friends—but when I know that IÕll be seeing SonnyÉ

ÒAJ!Ó I call out as I hurry my way into her room. SheÕs sitting in the middle of the floor, leisurely blowdrying her own wet mane.

ÒWhat do you need?Ó she asks as she pauses.

ÒI need to borrow something,Ó I answer, sweeping my hands in such a way to signal my current lack of clothing.

She turns the hairdryer back on and speaks loudly over the hum. ÒYou know heÕd notice you if you were wearing a paper bag, right?Ó

I tilt my head to the side, agitated that sheÕs jumped to the conclusion that IÕm trying to dress to impress. I am—but we certainly donÕt need to talk about it. ÒExcuse me, anyone would notice me if I was dressed in a paper bag! IÕd look ridiculous.Ó She arches and eyebrow at me in response. ÒI just havenÕt done laundry yet. I donÕt have enough options. This is not about Grayson.Ó The second before I yell out his name, she turns off the hairdryer. I canÕt help the blush that colors my cheeks.

ÒDid I hear someone mention Grayson?Ó asks Sarah as she races her way into the room. SheÕs wrapped in her pink apron, which covers a pair of shorts and a tank top. I notice Addie has on shorts, too, only with a long sleeved t-shirt.

ÒShe needs help picking something to wear.Ó

ÒWhatÕs wrong with what youÕve got on?Ó Sarah teases. I look down at my bra and cotton shorts and then back at her. She snorts as she makes her way to AddieÕs closet. ÒYou know heÕd notice you no matter what you wore, right?Ó

ÒIÕm not trying to dress up for him, you know?Ó I lie, folding my arms across my chest.

ÒOh, sweetie,Ó Sarah murmurs as she presses a kiss on the top of my head, Òdenying your feelings wonÕt make them go away.Ó I narrow my eyes at her and she offers me a smirk. ÒHe—Ó

ÒIsnÕt interested,Ó I interrupt, finishing her sentence for her.

ÒHere we go again,Ó Addie says as she stands.

Sarah grins at her from over her shoulder before returning to her task, decisively reaching for items of clothing. ÒMy argument that he is interested still trumps yours. Shall we go over the list again?Ó She pauses as if to wait for an answer, but before I can speak, sheÕs yanking off my shorts and encouraging me into pair of distressed jeans, complete with holes in each knee. ÒHe always walks you to our front door after you guys hang out—even if you were just downstairs.Ó

ÒThatÕs just him being a gentleman. All of us get escorted home—by him or Hammy.Ó

I’ve seen him carrying your cello more than once,Ó pipes in Addie, ignoring my rebuttal. I forget to make my counter argument as Im temporarily distracted by the fact that Sarah’s dressing me—and I’m actually letting her. And the kicker, she says, tugging a spaghetti strap tank over my chest, is that he’s been to three of your orchestra concerts.

First of all, everyone came to my last one—even Jack and Claire,Ó I mutter, finding my words once more. Second, he was just being supportive. I go to his football games.

Yeah. Because you like him,Ó argues Addie.

ÒAnd he practically stamped I like you back on his forehead at your concert, says Sarah, plucking a thin, loose knit, sweater from a hanger. He wore slacks and a collared shirt,Ó she insists, pulling the garment in her hands over my head. He dressed up for you, she adds, as if her previous statement needs clarification. She sweeps my hair out from underneath the collar and it falls down my back. He’s shy, she explains.

No—see, that is the biggest hole in your entire argument. He’s the star quarterback! He’s one of the most well known people on campus—where thousands upon thousands of people attend school—he is not shy,Ó I say with a laugh.

You look adorable, Ave, says my sister, guiding me toward her full length mirror. How could he not be shy around you?

A knock sounds at the door and, for a moment, we all fall silent. They’re early, I announce.

Go let them in, says Addie. I just need a couple more minutes to finish drying my hair.

And I have to get back in the kitchen. Besides, we all know who Gray would prefer to open that door.Ó

I shake my head as they giggle and then make my way out to let our guests in. Despite the fact that I know who stands just outside, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.

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R.C. Martin is a born and bred Coloradan. While she now resides in Virginia, her home will always be in the land of the Rocky Mountains, where she’s left a piece of her heart and where her characters come to life. As a woman in love with love and filled with compassion for young women on a journey to find themselves in today’s society, she aspires to inspire her readers to do more than settle. She hopes that her writing will remind, or perhaps teach women that they are valuable and worthy of the best kind of love—the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves them breathless.



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Sales Blitz – Perfectly Broken by Maegan Abel

Title: Perfectly Broken
Series: Broken #1
Author: Maegan Abel
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 16, 2014
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Zane Tishler moved in with his brother after his nightmare divorce to find that his brother had taken in a “stray”, a punk chick with a bad attitude. Liliosa Cortez found a place to start over in a city built for hiding. But when her roommate’s brother moved in she pegged him for a pretty boy with enough baggage to fill a semi and major hostility toward women. But now, after two years, Lili and Zane have become best friends and the perfect “wingmen.” They’ve developed a system for tagging and bagging tourists. No strings attached. They are partners in crime who have managed to have the time of their lives in the City of Sin.
Life would be perfect if they could keep it this way, but a new player in the game makes both Lili and Zane face the feelings they had not been prepared to notice. What happens when dangerous shadows from a forgotten past find their way into the neon spotlights? What happens when the fuse is lit on all those emotions they have deeply buried?
Can they survive the explosion or will the backlash tear them and everyone they love apart?
When two pasts become one present in the searing Nevada heat…
When two realities collide under the lights of Vegas…
When two lives are threatened due to secrets and lies…
What do you do when you find out your perfect world is Perfectly Broken?
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Maegan despises writing about herself in the third person. She also hates touting her accomplishments like she thinks she’s really done anything special…
Now that we got that out of the way, I’ll tell you what you need to know. I was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I went back to school in my late twenties and studied Stage Production Technology. I now work full-time in the alterations shop of a major department store and part-time backstage in the various theatres around the area.
I’ve been an avid reader from a very young age and the top goal on my list of things to accomplish in my life was to write and publish a book. During the summer of 2013, while working backstage on The Lion King, I read eleven books in four weeks. I read my first New Adult book and was introduced to a genre I felt I could totally relate to. The idea for Perfectly Broken and the character of Lili was born backstage during that time.
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Cover Reveal ♥ Giveaway – JAX by Kelly Gendron

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Title: Jax (Breaking The Declan Brothers #1)

Author: Kelly Gendron

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 17, 2015


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“Some boys can get rough, some don’t always listen when you tell them to stop, and some boys, they’re just monsters. You gotta be careful who you play with…” ~ Jax Declan

I’m a tease, always have been. In my teens, Jax Declan tried to warn me about staying away from the bad boys. The only boy I ever wanted was Jax. But, no matter how much I tried to play with him, he rejected me.

I haven’t see Jax Declan in years. A couple friends and I are going back to the Bayou for the summer. A little older now, and a bit wiser, I’ve decided that I’m going to find my teenage crush and I’m going to break him. This summer Jax Declan will play with me.

But the closer I get and the more I learn about the reserved, discreet, and sexy Jax Declan. Well, I’m starting to think that Jax Declan might just be one of those bad boys he tried to warn me about all those years ago.

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Kelly’s motto ~ “Bad boys, give ‘em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!” And what hot-blooded woman doesn’t want a naughty, all grown up bad boy?

Kelly Gendron is the author of the TroubleMaker series, the up and coming series ~ Breaking the Declan Brothers, and a few other romantic suspense novels.

When she’s not writing steamy, blush producing romances, she’s out meeting new people while representing a group of reputable nursing facilities. You can find Kelly in a quiet suburb, somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls. If you Google her, she’ll pop up there too. And, please do find her. Kelly loves to hear from her readers, and meeting new people.

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New Release & Giveaway – Rian by Michelle McLoughney

Title: Rian
Series: The O’Malleys #3
Author: Michelle McLoughney
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2015
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Do you believe in soul mates? 
Rian O’Malley knew the minute he saw Liadh O’Neil that she was the missing piece of his puzzle. They would be together forever. The only problem, they were both five years old at the time. When Rian lost Liadh, he shut away a part of his heart and no woman ever managed to capture the piece of his soul that belonged to Liadh. 
Do you believe in true love?
Rian O’Malley is all grown up. Life is good as a sexy brooding multi millionaire businessman. Being CEO of the O’Malley Caribbean resorts affords Rian every luxury, but in love Rian is guarded, the guise of cheeky carefree playboy hides the depths of his fractured heart.
Liadh O’Neil is back in town.
Scarred by the fire that changed her physically and emotionally, Liadh O’Neil is changed. Although broken on the inside, outwardly Liadh is a confident and professional woman. Can Rian break through the façade and find the real Liadh? Old friendships are rekindled and old adversaries resurface, soon Rian must fight for Liadh’s life as well as her heart.
The magic is still there, the chemistry too hot to deny. Can Rian break down Liadh’s barriers when his own walls seem so impenetrable?
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Michelle McLoughney was raised and still lives in the south west of Ireland, where she runs a Montessori school. An award winning poet, she began writing her first adult romance over a year ago. Being a lover of all things romantic, Michelle just loves a happy ever after. She likes to write strong but loving male leads, and their feisty and funny love interests. When she is not busy daydreaming, plotting or having conversations with her characters; she likes to indulge her addiction to Netflix, usually accompanied by chocolate and wine.
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New Release – Heartwood by L.G Pace & Michelle Pace


Title: Heartwood(Carved Hearts #3)

Authors: L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 9, 2015

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“When we were kids, my cousins planned for their weddings like they were coronations. Sleepovers revolved around notebooks stuffed with clippings from bridal magazines and elaborate plans scrawled in purple ink. Horse drawn carriages, twenty tiered cakes, groomsmen in tails, and scads of bridesmaids, none of whom were nearly as pretty as the bride. Me? I’d just yawn and wander off to the backyard and play fetch with their dog. I never cared about any of that crap, at least not until I met Joe.”

With her wedding rapidly approaching, Molly’s days consist of herding Joe off to tux fittings and diaper changings times two. She misses life on the food truck, but she isn’t quite ready to leave the twins. Planning for every detail to be as perfect as her groom, she hopes her instincts are wrong that it’s all too good to be true.

Knowing Molly like he does, Joe can plainly see that his girl needs to decompress. She’s as stubborn as always, and talking her into a honeymoon without the babies proves easier said than done. Molly’s on edge about every little thing, from the nosey next door neighbor to cars speeding down their quiet street. While Joe revels in their otherwise blissful existence, he worries that Molly’s paranoia may be a symptom of something bigger.

Come back to Austin one last time for the wedding of Molly Elizabeth Hildebrandt and Joseph Samuel Jensen. Raise a glass in celebration alongside their family and closest friends. Wave goodbye as they ride off into the sunset toward a dark fork in the road that could destroy their happily ever after. Will they finally get their fairytale ending? Find out in Heartwood, the explosive conclusion to the Carved Hearts series.


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I was blocks away from the restaurant when traffic came to a crawl. Anxiously tapping the steering wheel, I finally passed the scene of the accident which had tied up both lanes. It seemed some tourist had slammed their Winnebago into a Smart Car, and Austin’s rubberneckers needed an eyeful. The gridlock continued, and growing ever more frustrated, I pulled out my phone and texted my date.

Traffic. I’m a mile away.

She didn’t respond. I was about to call her, when my phone chimed.

I glanced down at the picture message. No accompanying words, but I didn’t need any. The top of her garter belt jutted out from her skirt. It was visibly pinned to black stockings. I licked my lips, ready to park and sprint the remaining blocks to the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, I soldiered on.

When I finally entered Bess Bistro, I scanned the place eagerly. It didn’t take me long to find her in the dimly lit restaurant. She sat at the bar facing away from me sipping a martini. I watched as she placed her glass carefully on the surface in front of her. Her upswept hair accentuated her long, lovely neck which begged to be tasted. Seeing those stockings in the flesh made my temperature rise, and the way her midnight blue dress hugged her heart-shaped ass had me salivating.

Some old dude with greying temples and a droopy porn mustache was giving her the full court press. He was turned sideways on his stool, leaning into her personal space and talking to her cleavage. She nodded politely in response to whatever nonsense he was spewing, as his lustful eyes continued to violate every inch of her exposed skin.

A couple of years back, I might have punched him right in the ‘stache, but this was the new and improved me. The guy that didn’t fly into jealous rages or break irritating people into itty bitty bits. However, when he reached out and stroked her dangling earring, ‘Old Joe’ reared his ugly head. I was tempted to rip him off of his stool and toss him out the front door by the seat of his Depends. Instead, I took a moment and another deep breath. I had kids to think about now. Everything I did (or didn’t do) set an example for them. True, they were far too little to know what I might do here, but their blabbermouth aunts would be more than happy to fill them in later in life. As I stood contemplating the pros and cons of my next action, a far more civilized strategy occurred to me. I felt a devilish grin bloom on my face and I sauntered to the bar.

I slid onto the empty barstool next to her. Reaching out, I picked up her drink and took a sip. “Is this martini dirty?”

“Well if it wasn’t before, it certainly is now.” Her stunning eyes took in my tailored suit, and the corners of her mouth curled coyly as she reached out and reclaimed her drink from me. Her full sleeve of tattoos somehow meshed perfectly with the silky dark material she wore. She was dazzling, and I was glad I’d decided to wear her favorite tie.

“What’s a woman like you doing sitting at a bar alone?” My greedy eyes devoured her plunging neckline and her glossy, full lips. She giggled quietly, and the way her fingertips trailed along the stem of her glass made me heady with anticipation. Mustache Rides shot me a dirty look and turned reluctantly back to his scotch.

“Waiting on my fiancé.” She looked up at me from under her sultry lashes.

“He made you wait?” I asked. She nodded, and the bartender who’d been hovering nearby approached. “Johnnie Blue. Make it a double.”

“He’s a busy man.” Molly sighed dramatically, lifting her speared olives to her lips. She tugged one off showily with her teeth, her eyes fixed on mine.

Oh…it was definitely on now.

“He’s a fool,” I shot back.

The bartender barely stifled a chuckle as he poured my whiskey. It was clear he thought I was trying to pick her up, and of course, I was. Though we owned a house and had children together, and it was my ring on that pretty finger of hers, these facts were all irrelevant.

Tonight Molly planned to make me work for it.

She glanced at the bartender, and then back at me. She was well aware we had an audience. Her amusement was thinly veiled, but she kept a straight face and stayed in character.

“How late is he?” I continued, my voice sounding wanton and thick.

Very.” Her decisive response reeked of promiscuity and I could feel the bartender assessing us curiously.

“I can keep you company while you wait if you like.” I leaned my elbows onto the bar and looked her over casually. She turned toward me and crossed her long legs. She was purposely drawing my attention to one of her best features, and I allowed my eyes to drop. My gaze trailed from the black straps at her ankles all the way up to her risqué hemline that ended far above the knee.

“Buy me another drink and maybe I’ll let you buy me dinner.” With that, she downed the last swallow of her martini. With a wicked smile, I turned back to the bartender who shook his head in blatant admiration.

“Oh, she definitely needs another one of those.” I stated. Mustache Man muttered something and abandoned his drink on the bar. The bartender glanced at Molly, and the gentle curl of her lips made him blush so profusely that his bald head looked sunburnt.


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LG Pace

L.G.Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring two other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy.

He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children.

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Michelle Pace

Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. An Iowan native, she is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.

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Other titles by Michelle Pace

Fury (Sound Wave Series #1)

Rage (Sound Wave Series #2)

The Perpetual Quest for the Perfect Life (Jefferson Point #1)

Something’s Come Up

Crazy Love


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Blog Tour & Giveaway – Casualties of Falling by Leslie Stephens

Title: Casualties of Falling 
Author: Leslie Stephens
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2015
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Most people wouldn’t consider giving someone a second or a third chance. It’s just not worth the consequences. But what if you couldn’t convince yourself, or your heart, that he’s not deserving of a second or third chance, no matter how much he has hurt you.
Life is about taking risks and making choices.
Jillian Reynolds knows all about what happens when you take risks with your heart. It can go terribly wrong. It can hurt. Love hurts. But that is in her past and she is ready to put it behind her.
Cord Jackson made a big mistake, one he regrets deeply. He only wishes she would understand that sometimes we make the wrong choices with the best intentions while trying to protect someone we love. He did love her. He still does love her. Every one of us make mistakes and that can lead to hurting people we love, no matter how hard we try not to. He still wants to protect her, but at what cost? 
Can she give him another chance?
What will win out? The head or the heart?
Will history repeat itself in the worst possible way?
Will Jillian once again be a casualty of what the heart wants?
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Leslie Stephens is a former executive who walked away from corporate America to pursue a passion for writing. After endless hours of reading Contemporary Romance and Erotica novels, Leslie wrote and published her debut novel in June, 2014. 
In between writing sessions, Leslie transports her two children to their various activities. She can usually be found at the baseball diamond cheering on her favorite 2nd baseman or a high school gymnasium doing hair and make-up for her darling baton twirler.
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New Release & Giveaway – Interference by Dakota Madison

Title: Interference
Author: Dakota Madison
Genre: Adult, Sports Romance
Release Date: February 9, 2015
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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Dakota Madison returns with another spicy sports romance. This story set in the world of college basketball. 
Neuroscience student SEDONA MILLER is perfectly imperfect. She’s slightly nerdy and slightly eccentric, but completely brilliant. 
When an unfortunate accident leaves Sedona with an injured arm and she’s fired from her part-time job shelving books at the university library she has to find a new gig fast. 
The only job available mid-semester is working as a tutor for the athletic academic center. And the notorious bad boy of the university’s basketball team, JESSE WALKER, is the one and only guy on the new tutor’s roster.
But when SEDONA discovers a secret that could ruin the school’s winning basketball team doing the right thing could mean destroying the only guy she’s ever loved.
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Excerpt from Interference © Dakota Madison
When I finally hit the last room in a
long row of rooms I see a guy sitting there looking bored and staring at two
fast food containers in front of him on the table.
He glances up at me when I enter. The
first thing I notice is his piercing green eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen
eyes that green on a human being that weren’t Photoshopped
The second thing I notice is his messy,
light brown hair. It doesn’t look like it’s been combed it in a week. It makes
me wonder if it’s some new hair trend or if he just doesn’t bother to style it.
Not that I have too much room to talk when it comes to hair. My curly red mop
has been the bane of my existence since I was a kid. About the only thing I can
ever do with it is pull it back into a pony tail. 
I nod.
“Have a seat.” He points to the chair
right next to him.
I remember Lewis’s warning and take a
seat across the table instead. I want to be as close to the door as possible.
The guy is big and muscular and much more intimidating than I imagined he’d be.
My heart is thumping in my chest because
his size and rough demeanor are making me nervous.
When he pushes one of the fast food
containers in my direction I cringe. I rarely eat fast food and when I do it’s
from Just Veggies, an organic vegetarian place near campus.
He doesn’t hesitate to open his
container and take a bite of the messy burger that’s dripping some kind of
white sauce all over his pile of fries.
My stomach turns in response.
“I bought you a burger.” He points to
the second container he’s pushed in my direction. “Ambrose scheduled our
sessions during lunch.”
I make a point of pushing the container
back over to him. “No thank you.”
He frowns. “It’s from Frankie’s.
Everybody loves Frankie’s burgers.”
“Clearly not everyone.”
His brows knit like he can’t believe I
refused the food he bought.
“You don’t want it?” He actually sounds
“No, I don’t.”
I lift my book bag from the ground and
point to one of the many political cause buttons I have covering the knitted
tote my mom made for me.
He barely acknowledges it. “What is that
supposed to mean?”
Now I’m the one who’s frowning. “Meat is murder. It’s a slogan. It means
that I don’t eat animal flesh.”
“You’re one of those vegans?” He doesn’t
bother hiding the condescension in his voice.
“Technically I’m a vegetarian. I eat
free range, organic dairy products.”
“Fine. I’ll eat the burger.” He glares
at me as he opens the second container and takes a huge bite of the burger.
I’m appalled until I notice that he
slyly pushes both containers away and doesn’t take another bite of either
“I guess I should have brought an apple
for the teacher.”
“Only if it’s organic. And I’m not
actually a teacher. I’m a tutor.”
We both stare at each other for a long
moment. Awkward does not even begin to describe our pairing. We’re like two
people from different planets trying to communicate when we don’t speak each
other’s languages.
I remove a slip of paper from my bag. “Mr.
Ambrose gave me your schedule of classes for the semester. You’re taking Film
Appreciation, The History of Jazz, Advanced Yoga and Stress Management. What’s
your major?”
He shrugs. “Undeclared right now. But
I’ll probably go with Sports Management.”
“So these are Gen Ed classes?”
He cocks his head and looks confused.
“General Education classes,” I clarify.
“Elective classes you need to take to fulfill requirements that aren’t directly
related to your major.”
“I guess so.”
I’m a little disturbed by his
lackadaisical attitude, but I let it go for the moment. We’re clearly not going
to be able to develop much of a rapport so maybe it’s best just to get down to
“We’re just handed a class schedule,” he
clarifies. “Assigned classes. We don’t pick them ourselves.”
“And they assigned you the History of
Jazz? That’s the class that you’re having trouble with?”
“The dude who was supposed to teach the
class croaked and they got this new chick who apparently doesn’t like
There is so much wrong with his
statement I don’t even know where to begin. “Might I suggest that you call your
professors either professor or doctor and not chick.”
I bristle at my own use of the
derogatory word, but I continue, “And what does her not liking basketball have
to do with your performance in the class.”
At this he gives me a sly smile. “Let’s
just say she’s not willing to play ball the way the other professors are.”
I’m not sure exactly what he means by
that, but there seems to be some kind of sports reference that is lost on me.
“So you’re saying your other classes are
going well and you’re just having trouble with the one class, History of Jazz?”
He leans back in his chair and eyes me
for a few seconds before he nods. I don’t like when he looks at me like that. It’s
like he’s examining some weird, new specimen and trying to make sense of it.
“All of my other teachers are huge
basketball fans and they know I’m the in the starting lineup. I’m not sure what
the jazz goddess’s problem is.”
I take in a deep breath before I say
something that’s sure to get me fired. “Why don’t we start by calling her Dr.
Fisher? I think that might help. And why do you think she has a problem?”
“She doesn’t like basketball. That’s not
normal. Everybody loves basketball. This entire campus lives and breathes the
“I don’t love basketball. I don’t even
like it. Not even a little bit.”
He actually looks stunned for a moment.
Like I slapped him. Then he regains his cocky composure.
“You’re one weird chick,” he mutters
almost to himself, but still loud enough that I can hear him.
“Excuse me?” I say even though I heard
him. I just didn’t like having an insult hurled at me by someone I don’t even
“You. Are. One. Weird. Chick.” His words
are slower and louder as if I didn’t hear him the first time.
“I actually heard what you said. I just
didn’t like it.”
A smug smirk appears on his face that I
would love to slap right off if I could.
I continue. “In case you haven’t noticed
I’m not a bird I’m a human being. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me
as a chick.”
He bites his bottom lip as if he’s
actually giving it some thought. Then he says, “You’re one weird woman. Is that
“I’m not sure why you have to bring
gender into the equation at all. Why not just call me a weird person?”
That makes him laugh. “You don’t care
that I think you’re weird. You just don’t want me to call you a chick?”
“I’ve been weird my whole life. I’m used
to it.”
“At least you’re willing to own it.”
“So did you bring your textbook with you
or are you just going to spend the next ninety minutes taunting me?”


“I kind of like taunting you.”
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Blog Tour & Giveaway – Impulse by E.B Walters

Series: Infinitus Billionaire #1
Author: E.B. Walters
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2015
Cover Designer: Melissa Haag & Jared Kestner
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He has tradition ingrained in him… 
She lives for the moment… 
Will they find a common ground? 
Lex Fitzgerald is not your average billionaire. He leads a double life as the conscientious head of his family and the pleasure-seeking rogue who parties hard and pushes the limits in and out of the bedroom. His two worlds are about to collide because of one woman, Jillian Finnegan. 
Lex needs a secret weapon to defeat a competitor and finds it in Jillian Finnegan. He has no intention of letting her potty mouth, her crazy lifestyle, or her eccentric family get in his way. So when he makes her an offer, he expects her to accept. However, sparks start to fly when Jillian gives him a counteroffer and dares him to refuse. Has Lex finally met his match? 
Let the seduction begin.
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Excerpt from IMPULSE © E.B. Walters
“Nice ride.”
Lex’s head snapped toward the sexy, feminine voice. A woman
in a red skydiving suit walked toward him, her eyes on his bike.
He tried not to cringe. She was everything he hated about
Hollywood. Her makeup was over the top, like she was trying to cover up all her
imperfections. And it was impossible to tell her hair color because of the
atrocious multicolored wig.
As though she felt his disapproval, she shoved her hands in
the pockets of her jumpsuit. The action drew his attention to her generous
“Thank you,” he said politely and hoped the woman would go
She stepped closer. “I like the modifications.”
Lex gave her a second glance, trying to see beyond the heavy
makeup. He noted her button nose, lush lips, and the gentle curve of her
cheekbone. “Modifications?”
“The handlebar, the chrome finish, and the hand-adjustable
rear suspension weren’t in the original Road King. The adjustable seats and the
fenders are also new.”
A woman who knew bikes. Now he was intrigued. He noted more
things about her. She wasn’t busty, but her posture said she was proud of
whatever she had under the suit. He was a curves man. Not something to brag
about, but curves and gentleness were two things he appreciated and enjoyed in
the opposite sex.
He couldn’t tell anything about her. Not her hair or the
color of her eyes hidden by the long fake lashes and hooded eyelids as she
studied his ride. Not that it mattered now. She could be wearing a sack over
her head and he’d find her interest in his bike fascinating.
“It can hit eighty in fifth gear and still run smoothly,”
Lex said. “You obviously know your bikes.”
“I’ve ridden some, modified a few. Road Kings are powerful
and beautiful, but I prefer smaller bikes. I own an XD after years of being an
F4i fan, but—”
F4i were made by Honda and were favored stunt bikes. Eddie
planned to replace them with Leeds bikes. “But?”
Her head lifted, and their eyes met. She flashed a smile.
“The XD could do with a little tweaking here and there. How does RK handle on
the highway?” 
He’d pushed the RK to one-forty with ease, but he was still
reeling from the effect of her smile and couldn’t respond. It transformed her
face, garish makeup and all. She had gorgeous turquoise eyes, darker on the
edges and lighter toward the center. Then what she’d said registered.
More tweaking? Eddie and his team of engineers had worked
their asses off to get the engine and proportions right. He reigned in his
annoyance and forced himself to focus on her question. What was it? The RK on
the road.
“Handle her with care, and she’ll give you the best ride of
your life.”
“Sounds like something I’d like to try,” she purred,
grinning while giving him a slow perusal that said she was flirting with him.
“I love rides. All kinds of rides,” she added softly, voice all husky, eyes
meeting his under the canopy of her fake lashes.
And damn if she didn’t get a rise out of him. She wasn’t
even his type. “Maybe I’ll let you, if you ask nicely,” slipped out of his
mouth before he realized it.
“I don’t do nice, but I could make an exception”—she
laughed, her eyes twinkling—“for the Road King.” She turned and threw over her
shoulder, “Nice chatting with you. Take care of that baby. It’s truly a king
among bikes.”
Lex didn’t say anything. He was still trying to find his
balance. Who knew a woman’s laugh could have such an effect on him. When she’d
paused at an exception, he’d expected
her to say him. He’d never been jealous of a bike until today.
His eyes followed her, loving the sway of her hips, which
was surely for his benefit. She confirmed it when she glanced over her
shoulder, winked, and laughed.


That rise she’d gotten out of him was now a throbbing
hard-on. Lex shook his head to clear it and focused on controlling his body. He
didn’t know what had just happened, but he was finally looking forward to being
at the Perris Valley Skydiving School today and
the party this weekend. He had to know the identity of that woman.
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Ednah B. Walters writes about flawed heroes and the women who love them. She writes contemporary romance under E. B. Walters. From her first series, the Fitzgerald Family, to the new Infinitus Billionaire series, love, family, and friendship play crucial roles in all her books.
She also writes YA and NA under Ednah Walters. She has two international bestselling YA series: Runes series (which focuses on Norse mythology and legends) and Guardian Legacy series (which focuses on the Nephilim, children of the fallen angels.
NA Runes spin-off Grimnirs (Grimnirs and Souls) can be read as part of the YA Runes series. There are clean versions for those uncomfortable with swear words and sex scenes.
E.B. Walters (Adult)
Ednah Walters (YA)
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New Release -Less Than Perfect by Dylan Scott

Title: Less than Perfect, Part I
Author: Dylan Scott
Genre: New Adult, Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2015
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Jack Grant knew exactly what he wanted. A successful businessman with little time or patience for dating, a membership to Perfect Events suited his lifestyle perfectly. 
Thirty-two carefully selected criteria ensured his dates were a match for his very particular taste. Hair color, height, weight, education—every last detail—down to their considerable cup size, was meticulously selected. He’d bedded some of the most beautiful women in the world since becoming a member of the elite dating club.
All of his wants were met.
Yet none of his needs.
He’d been in love once, nine years ago. And once was enough. Sticking to arranged dating through the service was the perfect solution. And it worked. Until one day he opened a door he had never planned to. The one to his heart.
This novella is Part I of a three part series that will unfold over eight weeks.
Look for Part II on March 5, 2015

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She leans toward me, closing the small gap between us and brushes her painted lips against my cheek. “And you look exactly like what I’ve been needing, Jack.”
She’s aggressive. And she smells good enough to eat. The blonde hair that is on my list of requirements is perfectly styled. Long, sexy, and outlining her full breasts that are the centerpiece of her tight black dress. Elegant, yet still provocative enough to make my slacks tighten.
“I ordered some appetizers in case you were ravenous,” she says, purring the word ravenous and letting me know I can eat anything I want. Anything.
I glance at the table. As if I could miss the three, silver domed-covered plates awaiting my arrival. I despise it when people try too hard.
“Thanks. But, I’m not. Not for food anyway.”

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Dylan Scott is a New York trial attorney, wife and mother of four. She believes her job as a trial attorney is a subcategory to the field of entertainment more than it is law. With a Bachelor’s Degree in English Literature she believed teaching English was a destined career choice until she realized her life long talent of “argument” actually could be her job. A recent, fairly boring, midlife crisis resulted in a brief stint as a middle school English teacher which confirmed that she wasn’t ready to give up the law. Dylan has also taught legal courses at the college level and worked with at-risk inner city youth in the roles of mentor and coach. She was inspired to write Less than Perfect after reading all the great works of her Left Behind co-author, Vi Keeland.

New Release & Giveway – SmokeScreen by Ahren Sanders

Title: Smokescreen
Author: Ahren Sanders 
Genre: Adult, Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Stella Sullivan
Bright. Dedicated. Loyal.
The day I walked into his boardroom, I had no idea my life was about to change forever. It was supposed to be a simple proposal that would catapult my career. The chance to help Hurst & McCoy save one of their flailing business lines seemed simple enough. However, I never expected that one look at Maxwell McCoy would have me grasping for control. He’s demanding, charming, powerful; most of all he’s beautiful, inside and out. As hard as I fought against the attraction, he broke down my defenses. But he’s hiding things. Even when secrets, lies, and greed threaten everything I have worked so hard for, I couldn’t walk away. There’s no denying, the moment my eyes landed on Maxwell McCoy was the moment I became his.
Maxwell McCoy
Rich. Brilliant. Powerful.
People only see me as CEO of Hurst & McCoy. The ruthless businessman whose mere presence demands respect. People don’t know I chose to leave a life I loved in order to protect my father’s legacy and reputation. When my company’s future was threatened, I had no choice but to seek assistance. The day Stella Sullivan walked into my boardroom was the day my heart started beating again. One business proposal, from the topaz-eyed beauty, changed my life. She tried to deny our unyielding chemistry, but I wouldn’t. I should let her go, but I didn’t.
The smokescreen I created soon comes crashing down, forcing me to fight for everything I love.
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Stella groans lightly and rolls over. I’ve been watching her from my desk for half an hour, trying not to wake her. But as soon as she realizes my side of the bed is empty, she sits up dazed. Her head turns toward the bathroom and then turns to me.

“What are you doing?” she asks sleepily.

“Working a bit.”

“What time is it?”

“A little after seven.”

“Why the hell are you up? Do you ever sleep?” She falls back onto my bed and the sheets slip down her naked body.

I jump to my feet and make my way to her side of the bed in a second. “Yeah, I slept, then I worked out, showered, and decided to work until you woke up.”

“You worked out? Showered? What the hell is wrong with you? I thought we weren’t going anywhere this morning.”

She throws an arm over her eyes and I take the opportunity to kiss the skin up to her elbow, then pull her arm down so she has no choice but to look at me.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I have a home gym down the hall. I showered because I was gross, and we are staying here this morning. We have a meeting at ten, but until then, it’s us.”

“You have a home gym? Where?”

“Yeah, babe, there’s about two thousand square feet you’ve not seen yet. Two more rooms and a gym.”


“Babe, you’ve only been here a few times, I haven’t had time to show you.”

“This is a whole lot of information for me this early, without coffee. Remember I’m not a morning person.”

“So you keep saying, but I love proving you wrong.” I kiss her softly and slide my hand under the sheets and down until it reaches her pelvic bone.

My fingertips run lightly back and forth from hipbone to hipbone until her breath catches. Every time I hear that small sound, I know she’s getting turned on. Then my hand slinks lower to her slick heat and I press one finger in, sliding her wetness back and forth. “You are the best morning person I know.”

“That’s because you give me orgasms before my coffee.”

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Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter. 
Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand. I started writing my Surrender Series, in the spring of 2013 and have received incredible support from the Indie community. Throughout this year, I have been privileged to meet some amazing people that I am thankful to have in my life.
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