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Broken (Broken 0.5) by L.M. Mountford Cover Reveal & Excerpt

Title: Broken
Series: Broken 0.5


Vickey Romano is the girl with a secret you don’t want to bring home to mum.
Beautiful, hunted and on the run, she works a series of temp jobs under fake names and never lets anyone get too close. Until that is, she met Jake. The living definition of dark and dangerous, who tells her almost nothing about himself, keeps a SIG P226 in his bedside table, and can make her go weak-kneed with just a word.
She knows she should stay away, but this young Sean Bean lookalike has her caught in his web and she’d helpless to resist.
All she can do is hope her past doesn’t kill him in the process…

Sneak Peek

 Chapter One
“ohhh fuck, Jake! Don’t stop… don’t stop!”
Panting hot lustful breaths as her slender fingers buried themselves in his spiky jet-black hair; Vicky tried to fight back her moans as her lover’s sly tongue parted her folds swivelling deep, Its silky smoothness teasing her senses into delirium. Desperate for more, she opened her legs wider, surrendering herself and opening up to him in the most intimate of ways. ‘Damn him…mmm! How can he be so good at this?’
Within moments he had her crying out, her strength and dignity seemingly forgotten as a fiery serpent spread from his villainous tongue to coil within her belly, heat seeping through her being in a flood of white-hot pleasure. It was so incredibly delicious, she feared she might go insane until – “Oohhhh! There, right there!”
“So do you like it when I lick your clit?” he whispered, his voice reverberating against her most sensitive spot and blowing wisps of air inside her to feed the fires of her desire. The tremors it caused made her buck and writhe against him, deep throaty moans flowing from her parted lips as her eyes squeezing shut against waves delirious pleasure.
“Yesss.. oh fuck! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don- oh my fucking god! I’m gonna cum!” She gasped, her voice trembling as he buried his head between her thighs, eating her with a starving hunger, tongue drinking in her flowing nectar before swirling around her clit. Then he was sucking, checks hollowing, drawing her little bud from the safety of its hood and into sensory overload that had Vicky’s head spinning.
“Look at me angel.”
Her body obeyed.
His eyes gleam up at her from between her thighs. His hot, predatory gaze burning into hers. It was so erotic. So…
“Vicky! Hey, hello? You still with us other there?”
Vicky blinked through her haze to find Erika sitting across the table, waving a dainty but expertly manicured hand tipped with silver and white nails. Angela sat beside her, not saying anything but just that sly little grin pulling at the corner of the fiery redhead’s mouth was enough to assure Vicky that her flatmate new exactly what was going on.
Heat blooming across her face, Vicky Romano dropped her gaze to their table, refusing to meet the other two women’s eyes. Damnit, I did it again. Why do I keep doing this?
Why can’t I get him out of my head?
“Geez Vi, you could make a cherry look pale,” Erika observed, dropping her hand to take a long sip of her sip of her colourful cocktail, draining the glass. “Mmm…that’s good. My usual now Mike” She called to the burly chap behind the bar. Though not exactly their local, they were regulars enough to have a slate and paid off just enough that Mike, the publican, and his staff would let then slide when they wanted a drink but we’re having a bad week. Or if the fiery redhead showed off a bit of thigh and asked nicely. “So, who were you thinking about?”
Vicky shuddered. The Crown was a quaint, old fashioned sort of establishment that one would expect to find in a Somerset Village centre rather than the heart of south London. Decorated in dark colours, with oak beams running across the ceiling. a piano in one corner, and a huge old oak bar. A quiet pub where friends could meet and chat after work, but hardly a place to discuss the man in her head, constantly sagging her senseless whenever she closed her eyes. I’m fazing out so often now, it’s a miracle I don’t pass out at any moment.
“Oh I know.” Angela cut in. “It’s him. Right? The guy you were seeing.” The small grin spread into a smile that was surely evil incarnate “The one you’ve been pinning for-”
“Fuck you Bitch!” Vickey rounded, forcing a smile but unable to resist rising to the bait.
The redhead shot a sideways look at Erika and winked. “He’s all she thinks about.”
“Goddamnit! I told you to stop listening to me… Well, um…” Heat was practically radiating off her now. “Just stop listening into my room when I go to bed. Alright!”
“Wish I could Vick. But you’re a screamer, and I live Vicariously.” She laughed as Vicky gave her the finger.
“Isn’t it bad enough you steal my clothes when I’m out? Don’t think I don’t recognise that top you’re flaunting.”
Angela’s smile dropped. “Aww… come on. You know this looks so much cuter on me.”
“Is that you’re idea of an explanation? I know the only reason you want it is so you can show off your tits to every guy who walks by our booth.”
“Exactly.” She gave an exaggerated wiggle that had her already emphasised breasts jiggling within the confines of the plunging halter. “They get a show. And in return, I get my free drink. Isn’t that trade worth you sacrifice?”
“No. I want my top back.” Vicky countered dryly, refusing to back down. She needed to stay on the attack, keep the conversation moving.
“Now? What, you want me to strip off right here? In front of everyone?” She grinned and gestured over her shoulder to a nearby table where a group of lads were clustered around a tallboy. “I know it’s Christmas Vick, but shouldn’t I wait to let one of those lucky guys open his present.”
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t.” Vickey countered. “Anyway, I bet it’s not something half the guys here haven’t opened before.”
“You bitch.” Angela laughed. She was checked, however, by the sudden appearance of a waitress bringing a fresh tray of drinks.
“These are from the gentlemen at table 13.” The waitress explained. A natural head turner with sun-kissed curls and rosy cheeks, she was made all the more noticeable by the little two-piece Santa uniform that showed off plenty of thigh and midriff. When she gestured, not to the group of guys sitting nearby however, but to the opposite side of the club where a forty-something guy with a knot-top was dropping like a mound of suet in a suit, Angela visibly deflated.
“Thanks” she mumbled to the waitress’s retreating back, then pushed the drink over to Vicky. “Ok, bad example. But I-“
Erika looked up, eyes suddenly bright. “Wait-a-minute! You mean that guy, right? The one you said was a marathon man? Looks kinda like a youngish Sean Bean, only with a goatee. Ohhh… he was hot. But didn’t you ditch him last month?”
Thanks Erika.
Immediately aware of both sets of eyes fixing on her, Vickey dropped her gaze down to the drink Angela had passed her. Eyes watering, she refused to let either woman see her cry and instead focused on the bubbles rising up to pop on the murky top of the rum and coke. Had it really only been a month? How can four weeks feel like forty?
And to think, she had been so happy.
It was such a strange idea. Her, Happy. For the first time she had been truly happy.
That was why…
She’d told herself it was time.
That’s how it had been with the others. A few dates, that was all. Then she’d end things. No attachments. No teary farewells or goodbyes. No commitment. No emotion. It was the best way. Best for her, and most certainly best for them.
And every time Vicky had been fine with it. They were just men, after all. If necessary, the best parts of them could be replaced by a pair of Triple-As and a trip to the Anne Summer’s toy aisle. But with Jake…
It was madness, pure madness, but in the space of a few weeks he had completely consumed her in a way no other man had. Made her feel complete, safe. Happy.
Her eyes began to water. Now, he was gone. And it was her fault.
Sipping the rum, she wiped the tear burning her check away with the side of her hand.
Anglia didn’t buy the act for a second. “What’s with you!”
“What?” Vickey asked, avoiding the redhead’s scrutinising stare.
“What?” She parroted, then arched a long elegant brow. “Come off it Vick. Don’t give us that load of old pony. You never go out with a guy for more than a handful of dates before cutting him out of your life. But this guy comes along and you’re suddenly attached to him at the hip. You sicken us with a routine that would make Shakespeare sick. Then you break up with him out of the blue. Now I have to drag you out by your hair just to get you to come out for a drink on Christmas eve.” Her smirk dropped. “Seriously Vick, what is it about this guy?”
“It’s nothing,”
Angela rolled her eyes. “Really? Because I could have sworn that was The Only Way is Essex you were watching when I came home earlier.”
“I like…”
“You hate soaps.” Erika countered, cutting her off before she could even finish the lie.
“It’s entertaining”
“It’s shit.”
Vicky shot the blonde another glair, but made no effort to defend the program further. A veteran of all things soap, reality and celebrity tv, if Erika said it was crap, then there was no argument.
She sighed and put her glass down, defeated. “It’s nothing. He’s…different.”
“Different?” Angela asked. “Different how?”
Vickey Shrugged. She couldn’t explain it. Jake wasn’t like other men. Not the kind her friends understood. He was dark and dangerous. Full of that confidence which boarded arrogance, but with that sexy, irresistible bite. Dominating but not overbearing. Scary without terror.
He was a complete enigma. Even to her. “Just…different.”
Erika and Angela shared a look that made Vicky’s belly flip-summersaults. She knew that look.
“So, what does he do?” Erika finally asked, taking a long draw on her cider, watching her across the glass.
Vickey blinked. “I-I don’t know”
“He didn’t tell you?” Angela lent forward, scrutinising.
“I never asked.”
“But how come?”
And there it was. The question she dreaded. How could she tell them she was afraid to ask? Afraid of what his answer might be.
Vickey wasn’t a lair. She’d grown up with lairs, came from liars. She’d learnt to lie before she could walk. She was possibly one of the greatest liars who’d ever lived. And she’d seen the hurt they caused. She hated lying. She certainly didn’t want to lie to two of the only true friends she’d ever had. But she’d seen the pistol. Jake never made a big deal about her finding it that time, but it was there. Stashed away in his draw, between a packet of paracetamol and A box of condoms. A Sig Sauer P226. Only certain men carried those.
And known of them worked occupations that made good gossip. Or good, healthy gossip anyway.
“It just never came up.” Vickey just shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “But he worked a lot of strange hours and kept himself in shape. Not very toned, but healthy, like he does a lot of running. And his stamina is amazing, so maybe he’s a personal trainer.”
That, at least was a half-truth. She’d never liked those muscle-bound guys. They were so heavy and slow, all show and no bite. Jake had been just her type. Tall and lean, but with muscle in all the right place.
Erika was suddenly bright eyed. “Maybe he’s married”
“Married, and was seeing you on the side.”
“Well where does he live?”
“I don’t really… I know In a tower block. But we only went there a couple of times and I never really paid attention.” Because you were too busy cumming on his hand in the back of a cab.
“He’s married.”
“No. He’s not.”
“Oh Come on Vick, he doesn’t tell you anything about himself, works weird hours, takes you back to a flat that could be anywhere in South London. What about his phone?”
“What about it?”
“Was he on it a lot? Did he ever try and hide it from you or not like you having it?”
“No, Erika. I never asked to use his phone. But he never made a big deal out it or anything? He’s not married so just drop it.” Heat was burning across Vicky’s checks and her nails were starting to hurt from the way she was grasping the edge of the table. “And what does it matter now? It’s over remember, I broke it off. Me!”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Continued Erika, regardless. “You certainly wouldn’t be the first. My mum once met this guy who had a girlfriend and a wife and told them all he drove juggernauts so they wouldn’t-“
“He’s not married!” Vicky snapped, with more certainty than she had any right to have.
The hot ice of her tone immediately had the other woman going quiet, her eyes dropping to stare at her half-empty glass.
Seeing her friend’s hurt look, Vickey immediately regretted being so sharp with her. She hadn’t meant to be, but she couldn’t help it. He wasn’t married, she just knew it. Men lying about their marriage didn’t turn up with the sorts of bruises Jake could sprout overnight. Or look at her the way he had, as if he was looking into her, to the centre of her being. No one had ever looked at her that way before. He couldn’t have been married. He just couldn’t!
Angela nervously cleared her throat. “What did he think about your dad’s breakout?”
“He didn’t know.”
“But…how.” Erika looked up, her surprise evident. “Your dad’s escape from Belmarsh was all over the news.”
“I told him my surname’s Romano. It was my mother’s maiden name.”
“So you never…” Ericka paused, trying to find the words.
Angela interceded. “Told him about your family.”
Vicky snorted “Of course not. God, what do you suggest? Shag him senseless then go “Hey babe, that was wild. Oh by the way, you know that escaped murder who’s been all over the news, that’s my dad.” I’ve heard of some crazy pillow talk but that about takes the biscuit. Then just for kicks I could add “Oh and if the wrong person sees us together, Terrance Daily is likely to cut your cock off and feed you your balls.” She gave a second dry laugh then threw back the remains of the rum and coke, ignoring the way her friends exchanged worried looks at the mention of Daily.
Forty years ago, Terrance Daily, or just Terry to his friends, police interrogators, and Daily Mail readers, had been an infamous enforcer of Freddie Foreman. Five years ago The mail had called him the people’s king of London. But, to her, he had always been Uncle Terry.
Just the mention of that name was enough to make her shudder. And then she was their again. In that room. The night cold and crawling over her skin, fingers grasping her chin, sour breath reeking of whisky hissing in her ear “Good Girl, now lie down on the bed and let Uncle Terry see…”
“Jesus! Vickey…Vickey!”
Angela and Erika stood around her, “You’re as white as sheet Vick? What’s wrong? You feeln’ alright?”
“Y-yhea. I’m fine.” Christ, where did that come from. She shock her head, trying to clear the fog, and suddenly all to aware of the sweat clinging to her brow. Hen with a start she realised just about every head in the bar was watching them. Need to get outta here. “Listen… I’ve got to go.”
“Where are you-”
“Are you sure you’re-?”
“Want us to come-?”
“Maybe we should get you checked out-”
She shook them off. “No. No it’s fine.” Grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair, she slung her handbag over a shoulder. “I just need some air. To think. Yeah I need to think and get a bit of air. I’ll go for a walk then catch the tube back to the flat. See you later.” Then she was running, eyes glassy and heart pounding.

Meet L.M. Mountford



I’m L.M. Mountford.
I’m an erotica author, but please don’t judge me by that alone. I’m also trying to break into dark romance, historical action and sci-fi/ fantasy. Honestly, though, I’m interested in anything plot that involves sex and violence. They make up some of the greatest stories in my opinion. A story is like any portrait, it needs to be made up of many colours, but make sure it has these two and you’re bound to be a susses.
When I was in school, I wanted to be an actor. I gave that up after a Final ‘E’ grade in GCSE Drama. That was a knock as everyone told me I was great. Before that and now, my dream is to be a successful author. I may be an author but I doubt it’ll ever be successful, so I largely write for the love and challenge of it.
I wrote my first story when I was 14/15. A fanfiction story that I posted online. I’m something of an anime aficionado you see, and like any little boy, my mind had a tendency to wander. After that, it wasn’t long before I moved into the erotica genre, after all, what is it a boy that age thinks about, and I have been in the genre ever since.
Although I’d never really thought about self-publishing, it occurred to me when I was 21 after running across the kindle section of Amazon and seeing how many short stories had been published and were selling. It was something of an eye-opener. Until then, I’d thought KDP was for novels. Shortly after, I wrote and published Sweet Temptations: The Babysitter. I’d thought that would be the hard part, but after publishing, I came to realise it was only the beginning. Not only that, but I was woefully unprepared.

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Cover Reveals · Romance

City Under Siege by R.J. Prescott Cover Reveal

We are thrilled to be sharing the cover for the upcoming CITY UNDER SIEGE by USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott. This brand new romance standalone will be released on February 19!




London is a city in flames. Tensions are high and a critical situation is about to go from bad to worse. The Prime Minister wants to send a message, and the SAS will be the ones to deliver it.

Emotional detachment is my specialty. I’m ruthless and cut throat, but there is nobody better.

Sarah Tatem is an innocent. Caught up in a world in which she doesn’t belong, and trying desperately to do the right thing. My job is to keep her safe long enough to get what’s needed, and bring an end to this siege of terror.

But something has changed. I’ve learned that the only thing stronger than loyalty is love, and now she’s gone.

My name is Lieutenant Tom Harper, and I’m about to unleash hell.


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USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons. Her debut novel The Hurricane was an international bestseller and finalist in the Goodreads Awards in the category of debut author.

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Forbidden Lyrics (Lightning Series Book 3) by Jodie Larson Cover Reveal


We are so excited to be sharing the cover for the upcoming FORBIDDEN LYRICS by Jodie Larson. FORBIDDEN LYRICS is the third standalone in the Lightning Strikes series and will be released on February 19, 2018!




Falling in love with your best friend’s sister is never a good idea. Getting caught kissing her, that’s even worse.

I watched Lizzie Donovan grow up – from pigtails and scraped knees to pouty lips and lush curves.

It wasn’t until one night nine years ago in the front seat of her car, with her lips on mine, that I realized what I was feeling was far more than friendship.

Of course, I felt her brother’s wicked left hook shortly after.

One promise was all it took to push her away.

Not anymore.

This is my chance.

I have three months to convince her that she’s the song in my heart and we’re more than just forbidden lyrics.


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Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more so with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as show in her extensive collection of both.

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Renegade (Renegade Series Book One) by Shannon Myers Promo Blitz





I may wear a badge, but I haven’t been on the right side of the law in years.

There’s no coming back from the things that I’ve done. I’m cut from the same cloth as my old man and guys like us- we don’t deserve second chances. Why does she make me feel like I’m worthy of just that though?


My entire life had been a struggle until him.

He makes me feel like I’m someone else…someone without a past. Officers are sworn to serve and protect, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’ll be the one to destroy me.




One box

Lives were lost and relationships destroyed because of that one box. I don’t care what the cost is, I won’t stop until I have answers. Even if it means declaring war on the detective who once had my heart.


Every war has its casualties

I was just naive enough to believe that it wouldn’t hit so close to home. There’s so much blood on my hands, that I’m guilty by association at this point. I don’t know how to keep Lauren safe without betraying the club, but I’m willing to die trying.



Shannon is a born and raised Texan. She grew up inventing clever stories, usually to get herself out of trouble. Her mother was not amused. In junior high, she began writing fractured fairy tales from the villain’s point of view and that was the moment she knew that she was going to use her powers for evil instead of good.

In 2003, she moved to Denver and met the love of her life. After some relentless stalking and a few well-timed sarcastic remarks, the man eventually gave in to her charms and wifed her so hard. They welcomed a son in 2007 that they named after their favorite Marvel superhero, Spiderman.

Sick of seeing beautiful mountains through their window every day, the three escaped back to the desolate landscape of the west Texas desert in 2009. She welcomed her second son not long after and soon realized that being surrounded by three men was nothing at all like she’d imagined in her fantasies.

After an unplanned surgery in 2014 and a long pity party, she decided to pen a novel about the worst thing that could happen to a person in order to cheer herself up. She’s twisted like that. Thus, From This Day Forward was born and the rest, as they say, is history.

Not only does Shannon enjoy stalking people, she also has a fondness for being stalked.






The Spring Girls Blog Tour with Review


The Spring Girls by Anna Todd

A coming of age, new adult romance.

Release Date: January 2nd, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

the spring girls cover

Four sisters desperately seeking the blueprints to life—the modern-day retelling of Louise May Alcott’s Little Women like only Anna Todd (After, Imagines) could do.

The Spring Girls—Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy—are a force of nature on the New Orleans military base where they live. As different as they are, with their father on tour in Iraq and their mother hiding something, their fears are very much the same. Struggling to build lives they can be proud of and that will lift them out of their humble station in life, one year will determine all that their futures can become.

The oldest, Meg, will be an officer’s wife and enter military society like so many of the women she admires. If her passion—and her reputation—don’t derail her.

Beth, the workhorse of the family, is afraid to leave the house, is afraid she’ll never figure out who she really is.

Jo just wants out. Wishing she could skip to graduation, she dreams of a life in New York City and a career in journalism where she can impact the world. Nothing can stop her—not even love.

And Amy, the youngest, is watching all her sisters, learning from how they handle themselves. For better or worse.

With plenty of sass, romance, and drama, The Spring Girls revisits Louisa May Alcott’s classic Little Women, and brings its themes of love, war, class, adolescence, and family into the language of the twenty-first century.

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Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,”

Jo declared from her spot on the rug.

She sat at the feet of her oldest sister, Meg. Jo’s long brown

hair was unruly, as it always was. She was my strong girl. She

was the only one of my girls who didn’t hog the bathroom. Her

delicate fingers, the black polish on their nails chipped, picked

at the frayed edges of the Afghan rug under her folded legs.

The hand-woven black-and-red textile had once been bright and

beautiful, and I remembered when my husband had sent it to

our house back in Texas from his former post in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

In my head, Denise’s scratchy voice reminds me to use

proper military lingo: my husband’s FOB in Kandahar. The biggest

forward operating base in Afghanistan, she would also necessarily

add. Denise was always on my case. Come to think of

it, she even had comments about the rug when I got it. She said

he could have sent it to the base and paid no fee.

None of that mattered to my girls. From the moment it arrived,

they loved that rug as much as I did. When I ripped open

the package from their dad, who had been living across the

world for the past eight months, the girls—particularly Jo—

were excited to own such a beautiful, culture-filled treasure

from the other side of the world. Meg loved that we now had

a lavish handcrafted object in our simple home. She was my

most materialistic daughter, but I always knew that if I tried

to teach her right, she would use her love of shiny things to do

something magical and worthwhile with her life. Amy was too

young to really care about the rug, and of course Beth knew

it was coming because her daddy knew that she was the only

Spring Girl who could be trusted to keep the secret. Plus, on

a more practical level, since Beth was basically homeschooled,

Frank knew she could watch out for it. Later, he explained to

me that he wanted to mail the package straight home so that

we could be treated with the rug as a surprise on our doorstep,

rather than as a pickup chore on the base. I’m not sure if I told

Denise that she would understand.

Of late, our beautiful rug wasn’t as beautiful anymore.

Dirty shoes and heavy bodies had worn it down, and the colors

blended into a mud brown that I tried my best to clean, but the

color just wouldn’t come back.

We loved it not one bit less.


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*****5 STARS*****

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott has always been on of my favorite books and movies, so I was so excited to read this one by Anna Todd. She exceeded all my expectations.

Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy are the Spring girls. They live with their mother in New Orleans while their father is on tour in Iraq. Anna Todd does a wonderful job of bringing their voices to life as the chapters are in told in several different characters’ POVs. That gave me such an insight into the characters and their story. I loved the way the book began with Meredith’s POV. She is their mother, and her chapter gave a background to the book and her relationships with her daughters and husband. I especially loved her memories of the birth of each child. I could certainly relate to that being a mother myself.

Some characters, at their core, remain similar to Alcott’s characters, and some she takes in another direction. While some readers might not like that, I loved it. In my opinion, that was necessary to make the characters realistic in this day and age. Anna Todd definitely made the story and the characters her own. Anna Todd is a new author to me, and I can’t believe I waited this long to read something by her. I’m excited to read more from her.

Meet Anna Todd:

Anna Todd is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of the After series. Hailed by Cosmopolitan as “the biggest literary phenomenon of her generation,” Anna began her literary career on the social storytelling platform Wattpad. Serialized on Wattpad in 2013, After has over 1.5 billion reads on the site. The print edition, published in 2014 by Gallery Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, has over 15 million copies in circulation, has been published in over 30 languages and is a #1 bestseller in Italy, Germany, France and Spain.

A native of Ohio, Anna was a voracious reader all her life, citing Pride & Prejudice, Wuthering Heights and Fifty Shades of Grey as some of her favorites. In 2012, after discovering the world of fanfiction for fandoms like Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, The Mortal Instruments, Anna began writing as a way of continuing the stories she so loved from fanfiction community.

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Prince Charming by CD Reiss Release Blitz


Prince Charming an all-new sexy standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is LIVE.


Prince Charming by CD Reiss

Release Date: January 4th, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Keaton Bridge is exactly the kind of guy a straight-arrow like Cassie doesn’t need.

For one thing, he’s a criminal—and she fights crime for a living. And being criminally handsome isn’t helping her say no, either. Everything about him screams trouble, from his British accent to his mysterious past.

And Cassie doesn’t do trouble.

Keaton’s got his own trouble. He’s trying to go legit, and an FBI agent hanging around is the last thing that will help his credibility. All it took was one night of passion to sear her into his skin. Now he can’t imagine living happily ever after without her.

All they have to do is walk away.

But neither of them ever walks away from danger.


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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.


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Mixed (A Recipe for Love Series #3) by Lane Martin Cover Reveal with Excerpt

Title: Mixed (A Recipe For Love Series #3)

Author: Lane Martin

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 5, 2018


Mixed is a full-length standalone novel in the Recipe for Love Series.
What happens when you “mix” together sexy chef, Logan Wheeler, and bartender, Libby Barnes?

I read one of those cute decorative signs at a truck stop gift shop on my way from Nashville to New York. It took everything in me not to laugh my ass off right next to the beef jerky and air fresheners. I was also tempted to buy both for two reasons. Number one, I’m pregnant, and number two, I’m pregnant.
Every once in a while,
in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives you a Fairytale.
What a crock. There are no such things as fairytales. Besides, what’s ordinary anyway? I’d be happy with a roof over my head, a steady paycheck, helping my sister mend her broken heart, and not screwing up as a parent. Anything after that would just be frosting. Yum, frosting. Damn cravings.
OK, OK, maybe I should have re-read the first line.
Every once in a while,
Because my ordinary life became extraordinary, the second Logan Wheeler crashed my doctor’s appointment and held my hand when I heard my baby’s heartbeat for the first time. I wasn’t looking for a baby daddy. I guess that’s when you usually find things.
Now I’m just hoping for Happily Ever After.

I’m Libby Barnes, and I can tell you one thing for sure, I wasn’t looking for a man when I moved to New York. In fact, I was trying to get away from one, my “baby daddy.” God, I hated that term. I probably should have just told Edward we were over and that I was leaving. Oh yeah, I should have told him I was knocked up too. You know what they say about hindsight? Well, she’s a real bitch.

My broken-hearted sister, Emily, needed me and I needed a fresh start. So I showed up unannounced on her doorstep with the universal cure-all, aka Ben and Jerry’s and my growing bundle of joy, hidden under my clothes.

My only real plan was to be the good sister my twin deserved and to be a mom my kid could be proud of. I certainly didn’t need anyone to help me with either of those goals. The only thing I did need was a job. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to hear the words “you’re hired” when my sister suggested we eat out at one of the swankiest restaurants in the city. But then again, I wasn’t expecting to have to show the bartender how to make a Manhattan either. My entire body shouldn’t have tingled as I followed the gravelly voice of the man who said those two simple words and it shouldn’t have made my panties wet. I’d had to remind myself to close my mouth as he’d stood before me with a smirk, his sexy black chef’s coat, and my personal kryptonite, tattoos on his arms.

Logan Wheelers wasn’t part of my plan. But you know what they say about the best-laid plans. Who am I kidding? I’ve always been a fly by the seat of my pants type of girl.

I’m Logan Wheeler. I had everything I needed in life. OK, maybe that’s not true. I needed a bartender for my restaurant. ASAP. I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised when I was told I needed to get out to the bar to see what was going on. I wasn’t expecting what I found at all. She looked exactly like her twin, only better. Her rack was amazing but even better than that was the way she looked behind the bar. My bar. It was where she belonged. Behind it. On top of it. Underneath it. Hell, I didn’t care where. As long as I had her.

I live my life by one motto, no regrets. I’d already had enough of those for one lifetime and the first time I saw her I knew not going for Libby would be the greatest regret of my life.






“You’re hired,” I don’t know if it was the words or the voice that said them from behind me that got to me the most. I know he only vocalized two of them, but his timber was rich, relaxed, and manly, and fucking sexy as hell. A shiver ran down my spine before I turned to see if the face matched the voice. I wasn’t disappointed.

His dark hair was short and styled like all he did was towel dry it. His ruggedly handsome square jaw was covered in scuff, along with his upper lip. I wanted to know what it would feel like on my skin. Let’s just say it was a good thing I was already pregnant because one look from this guy and I could have gotten knocked up again. I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. He was wearing a black short sleeve chef coat with his name embroidered over his heart. Logan. Did I mention that his arms were covered in ink? They were beautiful and intricate designs that made you want to get closer so that you could study them, run your finger along the edges. This man had many stories to tell, and I wanted to see and hear every one of them.

“Oh shit,” Jackson mumbled before making himself look busy. Despite the bustling dining room, the bar wasn’t very crowded. Maybe it was because people knew they would never get a table. It could also have had to do with the barkeep. Jackson was a cutie; by he couldn’t mix a drink to save his life. I also knew Swayed was known for its wine list and staff of sommeliers. The wine cellar was probably bigger than the bar itself which was a damn shame.

“Logan, they let you out of the kitchen?” My sister asked the sexy beast of a man approached us with an amused grin on his face. I guessed this was how we were getting a table; they obviously knew each other. My twin had been holding out on me.

“Every once in a while, Emily,” he answered before placing a kiss on my sister’s cheek. I envied that cheek. Logan turned his attention to the bartender. “Are we letting patron’s mix their own cocktails now?”

“What? You implied she was hired, so technically she’s an employee.” I nearly choked on my drink when Logan turned his attention towards me. He was even better looking close up. His beautiful brown eyes shone with amusement as he tried not to laugh. He put out his hand and offered, “I’m Logan Wheeler.” What no kiss for me?

“Libby Barnes.” I introduced myself as he took my hand. Interesting, he was a topper. I considered myself an expert handshake reader. His shake was about power, don’t get me wrong. It was subtle as shit, but I didn’t doubt he was in charge. It wasn’t aggressive or forceful, but with his hand facing downward and my palm upward it was clear he was thinking ten steps ahead. As I returned the shake, I rotated our wrists. You’re not the boss of me. The look he gave me in response told me everything I needed to know. Message received. Our hands remained joined for much longer than was necessary.

“Sorry to break up the love fest, but can I get another “perfect” Manhattan?” The server used air quotes as she ordered the drink. Jackson looked at me with pleading eyes. I was a sucker, so I got off my chair and rounded the bar again.

“Isn’t she great?” Emily asked as Logan watched me intently.

“She is.” Once again that shiver ran down my spine. Christ Libby get ahold of yourself. “I thought your sister was in Nashville.”

“She was,” I answered, “I mean I was.” Good job Lib, make yourself look like a complete idiot. “I’m here now.” I turned to the pass with the drink I’d just made to hide my blush.



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Hero by Lauren Rowe Cover Reveal

Hero, an all-new sexy standalone romance by Lauren Rowe is coming March 12th!



Cover Model: Jason Dickinson

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography

Release Date: March 12, 2018


A standalone contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of firefighter Colby Morgan that proves heroes come in many forms . .

The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together.

And I don’t mean any of that figuratively.

I’m not talking about a guy being floored by the sight of a gorgeous woman—although, of course, Lydia is gorgeous beyond words.

No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker—my physical therapist—I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit.

When I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker, she was a ray of light in the dark. Hope for the hopeless. A salve for my singed and battered soul.

She said she’d been assigned to fix me. That she was there to bring me back to life. She said helping me was her calling.

And then she touched me. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. She healed me.

And I fell in love.

But what I didn’t know . . . what I couldn’t possibly know . . . was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.

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Follow Me Back (Fight for Me Series) by A.L. Jackson Cover Reveal with Giveaway

Follow Me Back

A stand-alone romance in A.L. Jackson’s Fight for Me series…

Coming February 5th

Photo: Sara Eirew
Ahh, you guys!! I am so thrilled to unveil the cover of FOLLOW ME BACK!!! I am absolutely in love with this gorgeous, sexy cover created by the incredible Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs with photo cred going to the amazing Sara Eirew. The image is absolutely SPOT-ON for my vision of Kale Bryant, the super sexy, swoony doctor in FOLLOW ME BACK.
I fell for this book and these characters HARD ((YES, YES, there’s a chance it may be my favorite!)). There is just something so sweet gliding beneath all the sexiness that drew me deeper and deeper into these characters with each line I wrote! I absolutely CANNOT WAIT for you to meet Kale and Hope on February 5, 2018!
SERIES: A Fight For Me Stand-Alone Novel
RELEASE DATE: February 5, 2018


The next seductive, unforgettable stand-alone romance in the FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .
Kale Bryant. Arrogant. Gorgeous. Commanding.
This ER doctor is married to his job. His only vice is one-night stands and short-lived flings. He learned a long time ago loving someone isn’t worth the risk.
Harley Hope Masterson. Beautiful. Brave. Sweet.
The owner of a small coffee shop knows what it’s like to struggle. Embroiled in a bitter divorce, she’s threatened with losing everything.
When Kale accepts a new position down the street from Hope’s shop, he begins to question every wall he’s built around his heart.
He wants her in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone.
One touch is fire.
One kiss, and he’s spinning out of control.
But taking her won’t come without consequences.
Hope is in for the fight of her life. One neither of them saw coming.
Now Kale must decide if loving her is worth risking it all.
She will fight with everything she has.
But sometimes even hope needs a hero . . .

Don’t miss our amazing giveaway going on to celebrate the FOLLOW ME BACK Cover Reveal!! Grand prize includes a Kindle Fire HD 8, a signed Show Me the Way Paperback, plus a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card!! Heck yes! 

A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, and BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for A.L. Jackson’s upcoming novel, FOLLOW ME BACK, the second stand-alone novel in her brand-new FIGHT FOR ME SERIES.
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The Coaching Hours (How To Date a Douchebag) by Sara Ney Cover Reveal




Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about.

This story is about me—the coach’s daughter.

When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university’s take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie—living with my father would be temporary, and he’d make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.

Wrong on both counts.


A bet is placed, and I’m on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It’s time for the nice guy to finish first.

Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.

And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.




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Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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