Vengeance (Tip of the Spear, Book 2) by Belle Ami Book Tour With Excerpt & Giveaway

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Book 2 of the thrilling Tip of the Spear series by Belle Ami
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VENGEANCE
Belle Ami
Series: Tip of the Spear Book 2
Genre: Romance, Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Publication Date: September 12, 2017
A Mossad agent will do anything to rescue his kidnapped wife and to stop a terrorist plot to blow up a nuclear facility.
Vengeance
Vengeance is a sexy thriller teeming with romantic suspense. A well-researched tale, scary in its possibility, packed with excitement, it will leave you breathlessly turning pages.
Layla Wallace Hassani is living her dream, curating a major art exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. She has it all, a fabulous career, the perfect marriage and the perfect child. She’s madly in love with her husband Cyrus Hassani, a Mossad agent, and lives in Tel Aviv with their four-year-old daughter Cerise. Her life takes a disastrous turn when she’s kidnapped by Iranian terrorists during the bombing of a restaurant in Manhattan. Chained to a bed at a remote location, Layla is a pawn in a deadly game. She’s the bait to lure Cyrus to his death.
Driven by vengeance and a love that knows no bounds, Cyrus will do anything to rescue his wife and stop the terrorist’s plot to blow up a nuclear facility. Teaming up with the FBI he’s the only man capable of stopping a bombing that would result in the deaths of millions of people. Filled with vengeance, stopping the terrorists is his goal, but saving Layla is his mission.
Layla knows her Superman, Cyrus, is coming to save her. She also knows, unbeknownst to him, that by doing so it will mean the death of their child. Caught in a mousetrap, she struggles to find a way out of her deadly situation and to fend off the sexual advances of the kidnapper terrorist who’s fallen in love with her.
Layla must make a choice, save her child or sacrifice herself and her marriage. The clock is ticking.

EXCERPT

Tel Aviv, Israel

September 12th

5 a.m.

New York time 10 p.m. September 11th

Cyrus’ cell phone rang, waking him from a dream of making love to his wife. He glanced at the clock—five a.m. Not good.

His throat was glued shut. He squeezed out, “Yes?”

“Cyrus, I’m sorry to call with such devastating news.”

It was Rafi, the director of Mossad’s Americas’ desk. A chill crept up Cyrus’ spine.

“I just got a call from New York. There’s been an attack.” Rafi’s voice came tense and strained…the act of speech seemed to produce immeasurable pain.

Cyrus’ heart pounded as if a regiment of infantry stampeded on his chest. His voice barely above a whisper. “What happened?”

“A bomb exploded in a restaurant…near the Museum of Modern Art. Probably a hundred or more people have been killed. Avi Zaken was there. We assume he’s dead.”

“Oh, my God, they got the consul general. Layla’s going to be devastated. She’s very fond of Avi.”

“About Layla.” Rafi’s voice softened. “Her name is on his calendar. His dinner appointment. I’m so sorry, Cyrus.”

Cyrus’ blood froze, and his heart refused to beat. It took every ounce of his strength to hold it together. He held the phone in a death grip. “How do we know she was in the restaurant? Have you checked with her security detail? Maybe there’s been a mistake.”

“Layla released them earlier in the day—”

“Why would she?” He closed his eyes. “Shit. Shit. Shit, that sounds like Layla.”

He fought to steady his voice. “Anything else?”

“The FBI’s tracking down museum security to see who saw her leave. I can’t tell you for certain if she was in the restaurant, but in all likelihood, she was there. God…” Rafi’s voice cracked. “This is such a fucking disaster. I hate to be the bearer of such news.”

“This can’t be right?”

“Cyrus, it’s all over the news. The FBI’s calling it terrorism. We’ve already requested inclusion in the case. The prime minister’s up in arms. He’s adamant this attack will not go unanswered. He’s called for an emergency meeting at the Office, but given the circumstances…if you feel you can’t—”

Cyrus interrupted him. He struggled to control the scream climbing up his throat. I need to keep it together. “No, I’ll be there as soon as I can. What about Aleck, Layla’s father, has anyone notified him? I can’t—I mean—I don’t think I could handle talking to him right now.”

“Dodi’s calling him.”

The prime minister. Good. “I’m on my way.” He hung up and stared at his cell phone, feeling the walls close in around him.

Layla. Dead. Layla. Dead. Layla. Dead. The words burned into his brain like a firestorm leaving nothing but ashes.

Impossible. No warning. No premonition. Nothing but emptiness. Shouldn’t I have felt something?

“Noooo!” He roared with grief. He howled, keening like a wild beast. Everything of beauty in the world dead or dying.

Layla. Dead. And it was his fault. He should have kept her from going. I’m the target. It’s me they want. Oh, dear God, what have I done? Why didn’t you take me?

There was no way he could live without her. He wanted to kill someone—something—anything that might stop the pain. He thought about the Jericho pistol in his drawer. He wanted to hold the shiny, black, instrument of death to the head of her killers. He wanted to pull the trigger. He wanted to see blood gush, brains splatter—he wanted revenge.

Another page turner by Belle Ami. Suspense fans and those who enjoy a well crafted story won’t be disappointed.
– Therese Gilardi, Goodreads Reviewer
Belle Ami’s Book 2 of this Series may be my favorite yet. The depth of this story line, the suspense, kept me enraptured and breathless. I’m blown away! Congratulations!
– Amazon Customer

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ESCAPE
Series: Tip of the Spear Book 1
Escape, a sexy romantic thriller that “what ifs?” a nuclearized Middle East.
When Harvard student, Layla Wallace and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped to Iran, a deep-cover Mossad agent is activated and given a mission. He’s ordered to either get Layla out of Iran, or if failing that—kill her.
This story is suspenseful, it’s smart, it’s sexy, it’s a page-turner that you will be loathed to put down.
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About Belle Ami

Belle Ami

Belle Ami writes romantic/suspense/thrillers with a teaspoon of sex. Escape (Tip of the Spear Book 1) is up for a RONE Award in 2018. Her latest is entitled Vengeance (Tip of the Spear Book 2) published by Hartwood Publishing. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children, a horse named Cindy Crawford, and her brilliant Chihuahua, Giorgio Armani.
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Rewrite by Stephanie Rose Release Blitz, Excerpt, Review, & Giveway!!!!

Title: Rewrite

Author: Stephanie Rose

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 19, 2017

 





Blurb 

 Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.

But our story was never that simple.

I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was back—and wanting me the way I’d always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldn’t alter the past.

I didn’t want to rewrite my future.

Brianna was always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasn’t good enough for her, though—more the villain than the hero in our fairy tale. When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better man—for her. But when I finally did return, she wasn’t waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn’t change our past.

It was time to rewrite our ending.

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~5 ++++ Stars~

~Favorite of 2017~

~All-Time Favorite~

“You can’t run from your heart and soul—because it always comes with you. ~Brianna

 

I absolutely loved this book! 5 Stars is in no way an adequate rating. It deserves so much more. I love friends to lovers stories and second chance romances. Stephanie Rose has come up with a perfect combination of both! She had me hooked from the very first pages until the very end. Josh and Brianna will be characters I will never forget.

Brianna and Josh were just children when they met. He protected her from a bully, and she shared her lunch with him. It was the beginning of a beautiful, unconditional friendship that would take MANY years to become more!

Josh leaves behind his hometown and the girl he has always loved to make his life better. He made the sacrifice of leaving her behind to do something to make himself worthy of her. Now, he’s back, and he’s hoping he can now make her “officially his.” His worst fears are realized when he sees that Brianna has a boyfriend. But, that doesn’t stop him from being her best friend. He won’t let anyone get in the way of their friendship. His loyalty and love to her is what I adored about him. He never tried to come between Brianna and her boyfriend, Scott. But, he does plan to be there when she finally comes to her senses and admits her feelings to him, even though he doesn’t know that she has always loved him. She was always his bright spot from the moment they met. After all their years together and apart, she is still his “light out of the darkness.”

Without ruining any part of this wonderful book, Josh will become Brianna’s light. She will find herself struggling with some issues that will definitely change the way she looks at life. All I could think was I hoped all their struggles, faults, and unexpected twists in their relationship would bring them closer together and out of the “friendship zone.”

I have been a fan of Stephanie Rose’s for quite a while, but I have to tell you, this one is my favorite. The emotions and feelings she invokes in her readers through her storytelling and characters is what makes her such a fantastic, talented writer. Rewrite is a perfect example of that.

 

 

 

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 “This place is amazing, Josh.”
My chest swelled with pride as Brianna’s widened eyes darted around the shop. Maybe it wasn’t really my place, but Uncle Billy trusted me enough to run it on my own. I hired the employees, handled the books, and met with customers. He depended on me instead of waiting for me to fuck up. The local troublemaker came back and made good, but that wasn’t such an easy sell for everyone. Good thing I didn’t give a shit about everyone. The only opinion that ever mattered stood in front of me, beaming with pride.
My mouth split in a wide grin. “Thanks. It’s getting there. Hoping things pick up a little after the holidays. No one wants a new bike when there’s an inch of ice on the ground.” I laughed until Brianna’s face fell.
“Can I ask you something?” She slid into the chair in my office as her lips pursed.
“Of course.” I leaned my hip against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. “What’s up, Cupcake?”
“Did . . . did you really have a new client in Manhattan last week, when you drove me to work?”
I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Why would you ask that?”
“Scott and I—” She shook her head and waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Don’t mind me.”
“No.” I nudged her ankle with my foot. “Let me guess. Scott isn’t too happy about me hanging around so much.” I raised an eyebrow.
Brianna reluctantly nodded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.” She chuckled to herself. “They get territorial if someone else tries to play with their toys.” She laughed until she realized what she said and then covered her mouth with her eyes huge. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it. “I didn’t mean play, I meant . . .” She dropped her head into her hands, and I couldn’t hold in a laugh anymore.
“C’mon, Bri. I’m dying to know.” I peeled her fingers away from her face and crouched in front of her. “What did you mean? Scott thinks I want to play with you? Don’t tell him about the GI Joe and Barbie castle we made when we were kids. He’ll flip the fuck out.” Her cheeks flushed as she nudged my shoulder.
I caught her hand and held it in both of mine. As our gazes locked, laughter stopped. There was no way in hell what I was feeling was only one-sided. I doubted it ever was.
We didn’t talk about it, but I remembered every moment of that night at my apartment. Brianna rushing over to take care of me, the tortured look on her face when I asked her to get into bed with me. It wasn’t my finest hour, but I needed her. My soul cried out for her that night and she came, like she always did. She may have ignored my wimpy confession, but when she said she loved me, I knew she didn’t mean as only her best friend.
“Josh,” Brianna pleaded on a whisper. “Don’t, please.”
“Don’t please what, Bri?” Feeling brazen, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered, urging me on. “Don’t touch you?” I let my finger drift over her full bottom lip. “Don’t kiss you?” I whispered with a husky rasp. Our faces were so close, our lips brushed. Brianna’s mouth parted, and I uttered a curse under my breath. We were so damn close. All we had to do was close that distance. Her hand drifted up my shoulder and clutched the back of my neck.
“Josh,” Brianna sighed as she rested her forehead against mine. “We . . . We can’t.” Her hand drifted down my jaw. Her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks disagreed with the words sputtering from her mouth. I caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. It trembled as she took in a quick gasp.
“Yes, we can, Bri,” I whispered as I leaned in. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Shit, I almost tasted her. She stilled as I cupped her neck and inched closer.



 

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Stephanie Rose grew up loving words and making up stories. Being able to share them with readers is her dream come true. This lifelong Bronx girl loves Starbucks, wine and 80s rock. Her voice often gets mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.

She married her prom date and has a seven-year-old LEGO obsessed son. She believes there is nothing sexier than a good guy who loves with all his heart, and has made it her mission to bring as many as she can to the page

 
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Riske and Revenge (A Lies and Lust Novel) $0.99 Sales Blitz

Title: Riske and Revenge

Author: Natalie E. Wrye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 17, 2017

Synopsis

Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate.

I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske.

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Dayton, Tennessee.

Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex.

Or so I’d heard…

They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks.

Until he left.

Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him.

Same cocky grin. Different name.

And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract…and my heart.

But there’s someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?

 

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Excerpt

“I hope you taste as good as you smell.”

The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake.

Or maybe I was the one shaking.

I couldn’t help it.

Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap.

She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy…

Except mine.

But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time.

“Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly.

“Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote… ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'”

I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin.

“Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.”

I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways.

She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop.

Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested.

She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one.

All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes.

With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen.

The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss.

And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true.

A vision over ten years old.

Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said.

They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there.

How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most.

And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped.

And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again.

It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees.

I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions.

“Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more.

But she backed away.

“Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?”

I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips.

“Who the hell is Kat?”

As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down.

“Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancé. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind.

I almost pushed her off. I stood.

“There is no fiance,” I rumbled.

“But I thought…”

“My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…”

She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.”

I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes.

“Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.”

I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role.

My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin.

I was in so much fucking trouble.

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Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.

A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.

 

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I Married A Mob Boss (Enigma, Book 9) by Shandi Boyes Book Blitz

 

 

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Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

Series: Enigma, Book 9

 

 

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I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous twenty-four hours was going to be the worst thing I’d encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn’t … not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a good band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see. If that wasn’t unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband; the stranger I married.

 

With freshly signed alimony papers and a guilt-riddle heart, I left Vegas praying that what happens in Vegas truly does stay in Vegas. My hope was left for dust when the small fragment of my life I tried to forget collided into the present.

 

Can the guarded, tortured man I married keep me safe when he is the one I need protecting from the most?

 

A heart-clutching, spine-tingling romantic suspense story that will have you gasping until your very last breath.

 

Recommended for audiences above the age of eighteen due to sexual content, swear words, and adult only scenes.

 

 

 

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Shandi Boyes lives in Queensland, Australia, in a coastal community with her husband and children. She has always been an avid reader and recently found the love of writing. Her first penned book was February 2016 – the ‘Perception’ series. A modern new adult rockstar romance series that will have you sitting on the edge of your seat. You should consider starting these books first thing in the morning, or you may not sleep. In September her focus shifted to hot alpha men in steamy contemporary reads that sizzle off the pages.

 

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


Books included in set:

Lumberjack

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Virgin

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Baby Fever

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Experienced

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Arrogant

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Feral

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Dirty

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Viking

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Blacksmith

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Brutal

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Kilt Me

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

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Brash (Spartan Riders, #4) by J.C. Valentine Release Blitz With Excerpt & Giveaway

BRASH

by J.C. Valentine

Spartan Riders, #4

Publication Date: October 19, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Bikers, Standalone

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SYNOPSIS:

USA Today and International bestselling author J.C. Valentine is back with the latest in her captivating, enigmatic, and rousing world of the Spartan Riders MC…

She has a secret she’s desperate to keep…

With danger looming on the horizon, former FBI agent turned bunny, Bambi Lane, isn’t taking any chances. Taking refuge in a nearby town, she builds a new and comfortable life under the radar, but when trouble comes knocking on her door, she finds that the one thing she’s worked so hard to protect is about to be exposed.

He has a desire that won’t be denied.

Curtis “Taco” Nash, the Spartan’s road captain, has always marched to the beat of his own drum, his only loyalty to that of his brothers and the club. Only one person has ever successfully clawed their way under Curtis Nash’s skin, and when she disappeared from his life without so much as a goodbye, he wrote her off—at least, he tried to. One mention of the one who got away, and he’s consumed with desire—and anger. He wants answers. He wants her. He’s about to get a lot more than he bargained for.

As the war between the cartel and the Spartans heats up, Taco has to decide if he’s going to protect his brothers or the new life that’s waiting for him. When everything hangs in the balance, one thing is clear: No one is safe. Will Bambi and Taco be able to come together and find the strength to take a leap of faith before time runs out?

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EXCERPT

Who the fuck was this douche canoe? Taco had been sitting outside the little ranch-style house with the ugly box hedges and stone and weed planter boxes debating what to say once he saw Bambi when Khaki Man came strolling up the walkway.

At first, Taco thought he was a salesman, but it became quickly obvious that he was there for something more personal. Maybe it was the grocery store flowers and the bag of goodies that tipped him off. Taco was observant like that.

Douche canoe must be the new boyfriend, he thought with disdain as he watched him barter, and knowing Bambi, he had been certain the next course of action would be seeing Mr. Khaki do the walk of shame.

But she’d welcomed the fucker inside.

That had made Taco’s blood boil. He didn’t like the idea of her with another man, and he sure as shit didn’t like seeing another man with her. That he was in her house at all sent Taco’s thoughts spiraling down into a dark place.

He had to exercise every ounce of patience to make himself stay planted in his car, a newly rebuilt IROC. He’d figured it would be better to roll up in a car than on a motorcycle, especially if she had a kid. Made him look more responsible.

Shit, why did he even care what she thought? It wasn’t as if she was waiting around for him, pining away. She had a fucking man in her house, and he was the one sitting outside like a damn stalker.

Taco had his hand on the key, about to start the car and get the hell out of there, when Khakis came strolling out carrying a car seat in one hand and a baby in the other. Bambi was hot on his ass, and she was glowing.

She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a pink, V-neck T-shirt that showed off a lot more cleavage than he remembered her having. Taco looked her over a little closer, noting that her hips seems a little rounder, her stomach a little softer, and her thighs a little heavier.

Damn, she looked good. She’d always been sexy, but now she was…hotter. Sexier.

“Shit,” Taco hissed. No way was she just babysitting that kid. All those new curves? Those were from pregnancy. She’d run off to have a fucking baby.

The question now was, whose kid was it, his or Mr. Rogers?

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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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A Little Too Late by Staci Hart

Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the nanny.

When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I’ve been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I’ve been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.

For nine long months, I’ve been failing.

When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I’d found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I’ve been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I’d packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.

She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she’s so much more.

The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn’t. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.

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The first time I saw Charlie Parker, I didn’t see one thing at a time; I saw all of him. It was an assault on my senses, an overwhelming tide of awareness, and for a moment, the details came to me in flashes over what was probably only a few seconds but felt so much longer.

His hair was blond and gently mussed, his face long and nose elegant. I could smell him, clean and fresh with just a touch of spice I couldn’t place. I tipped my chin up—he was tall, taller than me, and I hovered just at six feet—and met his eyes, earthy and brown and so deep. So very deep.

And then he smiled.

He was handsome when he wasn’t smiling. He was stunning when he was.

I was so lost in that smile, I didn’t register the flying gob until it whapped against my sweater. Tiny splatters of something cold speckled my neck.

This was the moment the clock started again, and the sweet serenity slipped directly into chaos.

A blond little boy looked up at me from his father’s side with a devilish gleam in his dark eyes. The spoon in his hand was covered in blood-red jam and aimed at me like an empty catapult.

Several things happened at once. Charlie’s face morphed into embarrassed frustration as he reached for who I presumed to be his son. The boy—Sam, I guessed from the names I’d been given by the agency—spun around lightning fast and took off down the hallway, giggling. Another child began to cry from somewhere back in the house, and a bowl clattered to the ground, followed by a hissed swear from what sounded like an older woman.

I glanced down at the sliding, sticky mess against my white sweater and started to laugh.

Charlie’s head swiveled back to me, his face first colored with confusion, then in horror as he looked at the Pollock painting on my sweater.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his apologetic, wide eyes dragging down my body. “Jesus, I am so sorry.”

I was still laughing, almost a little hysterical. I couldn’t even tell you why.

I waved a hand at Charlie, and he took my elbow, guiding me into the house as I caught my breath. Another crash came from the kitchen, and a little girl came toddling out into the entry, leaving powdery footprints on the hardwood.

Charlie’s face screwed up. “Sam!” he called, stretching the word, a drawn-out promise of consequences.

A riot of giggling broke out in the kitchen.

We both snapped into motion. I followed him as he scooped up his crying daughter and stormed toward the kitchen. The little girl watched me over his shoulder with big brown eyes, her breath hitching in little shudders and her small finger hooked in her mouth.

Charlie stopped so abruptly, I almost ran into him.

When I looked around him and into the kitchen, my mouth opened. I covered it with my fingers as laughter bubbled up my throat.

A bag of flour sat in the middle of the floor, the white powder thrown in bursts against the surrounding surfaces and hanging in the air like smoke. The floor next to the bag was the only clean spot, shaped like a small bottom—the little girl’s, I supposed. A bowl lay upside down, its contents oozing from under the rim and slung in a ring from ceiling to cabinet to floor, as if it had completed a masterful flip on its way to its demise. And in the center of the madness stood an older woman with flour in her dark hair and dusted down the front of her. Clutched under her arm was a wriggling Sam, offending spoon still in hand.

Her face was kind but tight with exasperation. “Please tell me this is the new nanny,” she said flatly.

“I doubt we could convince her to stay at this point,” he said with equal flatness.

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From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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I never wanted to see him again.

 

I thought that I had left him firmly in my past.

 

First loves … they’re magical, aren’t they? For awhile, you feel amazing, all wrapped up in the fantasy that it could really always be this good. And sometimes, for a few lucky people, it actually all works out. Some people live happily ever after with the very first person that they ever loved.

 

And then the other times?

 

You just end up with a damn broken heart.

 

He stopped loving me.

 

It hurts to even say it, but it’s the truth. And instead of just being a man and admitting that? He cheated on me, and basically crushed my soul.

 

So I left.

 

Hell, I didn’t just leave. I literally fled, driving my beat up old jeep as fast as I could, trying to put as much distance between my hometown of Westmont, Tennessee and me as I possibly could. 

 

And for the last ten years, I have stayed far away, never allowing myself to as much as glance in my rearview mirror.

 

I’ve moved on, and managed to heal my very shattered heart.

 

I haven’t even uttered his name since.

 

Until … I’m forced to return home.

 

And guess who just happens to be the very first person that I see when I return?

 

Yep – you guessed it. Beckett.

 

He’s not exactly rolling out the welcome wagon, but that’s ok. Because I have no intention of sticking around and digging up the past with him. Yet, he has the nerve to act as if I hurt him. 

 

Please.

 

All I have to do is handle the business that forced me to come back, and then, I can get the hell out of here.

 

Should be easy, right?

 

Except, I didn’t expect him to look even better than he did on the day that I left.

 

And I certainly didn’t expect to feel that familiar pull that I was never able to resist.

 

But, I’m older now and wiser. No way will I fall for his charms again.

 

Can I keep my heart intact this time?

 

Or am I destined to let him break it all over again?

 

 

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Elizabeth Perry is a Cleveland, Ohio native who now resides in a small town surrounded by the lake in Michigan. Her free time is taken up shuffling her four children all over God’s green earth, which she complains about way more than she should, but wouldn’t change for the world.

 

She is happily married to a man that gives her great writing material all the time.

 

By day, she is an emergency room nurse, and by night, she is an avid reader of all things romance and of course, writer of her own romance and happily ever after stories.

 

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Title: Live Your Dream (Redfall Dream Series #2)

Authors: B.B. Miller & Leslie Carson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 18, 2017

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Bass player for acclaimed rock band, Redfall, Matt Logan excels at connecting intricate harmonies to a distinctive groove. His connections off-stage are just as legendary…and scores of women line up to be next.

However, all the women and accolades are just a way of silencing the dangerous voices of his past. Voices he has trouble putting behind him.

When he collides with the spirited Tessa Baker, an up-and-coming executive determined to prove her worth to her colleagues, Matt is shocked to discover that there may be a better way of drowning out the noise.

Will Matt give in to the fears that haunt him, or will he and Tessa dare to live their own dream?

 

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Once upon a time, a Canadian vegetarian and an American carnivore bonded over a shared love of shoes, wine, and good storytelling. Leslie Carson lives in Ottawa, Canada, with her busy family and seems to spend more time at the hockey rink than outside of it. From her home near Portland, Oregon, B.B. Miller spends her days with family and friends in search of the perfect pear martini.
Their first novel in a four part series – Rock the Dream – is coming soon.