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Release Blitz Refusing to Expire by Tricia Daniels

 

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Title: Refusing to Expire

Author: Tricia Daniels

Release Date: May 31, 2017

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Love sometimes comes to us when we’ve completely given up on it.
You just have to let go of the past and accept it.

Tori Campbell has neglected her needs as a woman, for far too long. Times are tough, money is tight, and raising three boys without a positive male role model in the house is challenging. After months of online dating, she realizes that there’s a whole lot of crazy out there. Discouraged, she struggles to accept that she may spend the rest of her life alone.

Roger Ford hasn’t been lucky in love, so far. He’s looking for someone to share his life. Someone to laugh and dance with. The moment they meet and he gazes into her enchanting, green eyes, he falls hard. Everything just seems to fit. Well, almost everything.

Roger may not be the perfect man, but he is no quitter, and he’s determined to prove it.

 

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Tricia Daniels lives in a small town in Southern Ontario, Canada, where she raised three kids as a single parent. Creativity and imagination is something there is never a short supply of in her home. Between her quick wit and wicked sense of humor she found that she has a passion for writing steamy romance novels. Her goal is simple, tell her story, warm a few hearts, shed a few tears, share a silent chuckle, and occasionally, make people blush.
That’s the official version. But the simple truth is… I’m just a normal woman, struggling to pay the bills and trying to raise my kids in a home where they feel empowered, supported and loved. I’d like to say that the story came to me with a gentle persuasion…but oh no! This story hit me like a full on tackle from behind and there were no foul flags thrown by the referee. Here’s a little something unusual about me, well at least I think so… I’m not an author. My friends laugh when I say that. I have never aspired to write the next great love story or take the literary world by storm. I’m just a girl, who woke up from a dream with characters, scenes and a story in my head that was tied to such powerful emotions I couldn’t settle until I wrote them down to get them out of my brain. This story would have never been shared with any of you if it wasn’t for very good friends, who continue to try and convince me that I have a gift. Who knew? Definitely not me.

 

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Book Blitz Blessed Curse by Nancy Sartor

 

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Title: Blessed Curse

Author: Nancy Sartor

Genre: Paranormal

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In Rugby, Tennessee, Jorie Wainright and the man she loves, Logan Mathis, grew up as two of the Rugby Six: a group of children so closely bound that they experience each other’s emotional and physical pain. And they have the power to affect others.
 
TO FEEL ANOTHER’S HEART
 
At twenty-six, tormented by a darker facet of her past, Jorie abandons love along with the desire to ever be a mother. The act plunges herself and the remaining Six into anguish, and it is all for naught. She is already pregnant with Logan’s child. When her father’s death forces her back to her hometown, she goes alone.
 
Logan’s love for Jorie forces him to obey her wishes. Still, for him there can be no other woman. And, like always, he can feel her pain…and her need. She waits in a rural Tennessee town on the edge of the spirit world, where a dark and sinister presence threatens all she never wanted. All that Logan knows she will never let die. All he knows they must save—together.
“It’s gone.” Logan Mathis glanced at his business partner and best friend, Greg Asbury. “Right?”
 
“Yes.” Greg’s face was pale. Logan knew his was too. They’d been working together that morning when Jorie’s near-hysterical terror had skittered up their spines and tried to blow out their brains.
 
Logan had fumbled for his cell phone, finally got it unhooked from his belt, punched in her number while her panic filled his chest. He paced as he listened to the unanswered rings. “Pick up, damn it,” he chanted over and over until the call went to voicemail. “I hear you,” he said to the voicemail. “I hear you, Jorie. I’m on my way.”
 
The Nashville condo she and he had shared until three weeks ago was only four miles from Matsbury, his place of business, named for himself and Greg. He threw gravel all over the parking lot as he peeled onto the road. Two traffic lights caught him, and he danced with impatience until they changed. 
 
She was in big trouble, bigger than anything he’d ever felt from her, which was saying a lot in her case. By the time he reached their street, Greg was right behind him. Logan slid into the driveway. Greg pulled up beside him. Both trucks were still rocking on their springs when their drivers got to Jorie’s front door.
 
“Still got your key?” 
 
“Yeah,” Logan said as he fumbled to get it in the lock. “Jorie? Jorie?” His call had echoed through the tastefully decorated rooms and come back to him unanswered. Even before he’d raced through all the downstairs rooms, Logan knew she wasn’t there. 
 
Greg came back from upstairs shaking his dark head. “She’s not up there.”
 
“Not down here, either.” 
 
“You call her?”
 
“Yes, but the way this feels, she’s got no time to call back. Let’s try her office.” Logan had barely managed to lock the door behind him, then drove like a maniac to Jorie’s real estate office. Her car wasn’t there. 
 
He slammed through the door, let Greg catch it before it closed, and said to the receptionist, “Jorie here?”
 
The girl glanced up from her computer. Glitter sparkled along her eyelids and cheekbones. “She’s on vacation.”
 
“Vacation?” What he was feeling was no vacation. “To where?”
 
“She didn’t say.” The girl went back to her computer, leaving Logan hanging over the desktop like a sloth who got lost on his long, slow journey to the floor. 
 
Logan had turned for the door. Greg held it open.
 
“So where the hell?” Logan asked as the door closed behind them.
 
“You got any direction?
 
“East,” Logan had said, running his hands through his hair. “East is all I’ve got. There must be…what? A couple of thousand miles to the east of Nashville?” When they “felt” one another, the feeling often came with a location. Had he and Jorie lost some of their connection? Three weeks was a long time to be apart. 
 
“Something like that.” Greg’s pinched face grew even more pale. 
 
Jorie’s hysteria had ratcheted itself up a notch. Logan’s heart was being sliced one sliver at a time. “I’ve fucking got to find her,” he said.
 
“I know.”
 
“I’m heading up I-40.”
 
“Coming with.”
 
Logan drove, pushing the truck to go faster, the road to be shorter, his innate sense of her location to come online. Their connection wouldn’t have faded after only three weeks, right? He often didn’t hear from Tim or Rebecca for weeks at a time, and their connections remained strong.
 
Whatever. She was in ever-increasing terror while he flailed around.
 
Maybe the problem wasn’t in their separation. Maybe it was in the sleepless, pain-filled weeks that had passed since. Three weeks of dealing with his own pain while hers felt like a boulder across his soul.
 
Time healed all wounds. 
 
Right?
 
He’d run the gamut of emotions, anger, fear, helplessness, grief. Nothing helped. When he was mad at her, he felt he was eating a part of his own body. Fear kept his stomach burning because living without her meant living without the best part of life. 
 
He was angry at her rationale. She’d decided he wanted kids, decided he’d be better off with another woman and kids than with her and none. She was wrong, wrong, wrong, but no matter how he came at it, he couldn’t make her see it.
 
Or hadn’t yet.
 
He wasn’t totally done trying.
 
“You okay, buddy?” Greg asked.
 
“Hell no. You?”
 
“Not even a little. I still get no sense of direction.”
 
“East,” Logan said pointing at the wide black ribbon of asphalt before them. “East. That’s it.”
 
The bowling ball in Logan’s gut lightened. He glanced at the passenger seat to see Greg staring at him. “Something’s changed,” Logan said.
 
“For the better.”
 
She was still shaky and panicked, but the sharp edge of hysteria was gone. 
 
“You still got a sense of direction?” 
 
Logan had shaken his head. “It’s all fading away.”
 
“What do we do?”
 
Logan had shrugged. “What can we do? I’ve left voicemail, but I doubt she’ll call.” He ran a hand through his hair again. “She broke up with me, you know.”
 
“Didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”
 
Logan had nodded. Would he stop feeling her when they’d been apart long enough? Would not feeling her leave a permanent hole in his soul? Because that’s what it felt like now. A hole that hurt like hell all day and all night.
 

Nancy is a Nashville born writer, a charter member and current president of Word Spinners Ink. Also, she is a member of Romance Writers of America, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime and the prestigious Quill and Dagger writing group in Nashville.
 
Because her favorite books always do, Nancy believes a novel should enlarge understanding, raise awareness, plead for the less fortunate, define a better way of life, provide a personal story so poignant it brings tears to every eye or in some way contributes something of substance to the reader.
 
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Pre Order Blitz Good Grief by Vera Ella Unita

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Title: Good Grief

Author: Vera Ella Unita

Release Date: March 26, 2017

 

Jasmine Frost had imagined the first day at her new job quite differently. How on earth could she have known the arrogant billionaire Cole Ward would insist on her leading the renovations of his mansion?
To oversee the renovations, Jasmine moves in with Cole. Turns out, the mansion needs more than a little makeover, and she is stuck with that growly bear of a man for weeks. He doesn’t even like her French bulldog—who the hell doesn’t like puppies?
Still, they can’t withstand the strong attraction between them. The dark look in his eyes is intriguing and Jasmine can’t keep herself from digging into his past. But what if she doesn’t like what she finds?

Standalone Romance │ No cheating but bad language, explicit scenes, and a happily ever after.

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Due to her father’s many business trips, Vera Elle Unita was born in Germany near Stuttgart in 1990. Since then she has traveled a lot, even studied one year abroad, but finally settled down with her husband and two beautiful dogs back home in the US—hello, Boston! She likes new hair colors, chocolate (who doesn’t?), and reading or writing about strong, perfectly imperfect book boyfriends struggling with their past. Everyone just needs a little love, right?

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Cover Reveal Royalty by L.P. Maxa

 

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Title: Royalty

Series: Riff Raff Records Series

Author: L.P.Maxa

Publisher Boroughs Publishing Group

Release Date: May 23, 2017

Can a real bad boy learn to be a real good man?
 
Despite being born to Hollywood royalty, Mason Maxwell signed with RiffRaff Records on his own merits–which is also the only way he’ll win the down-to-earth Payton Adkins.

 

“Kate talked about you all the time. She would show us YouTube videos and articles about your music. She’s really proud of you.” She laughed. “All the girls would beg her to introduce them. They all wanted a piece of Mason Maxwell.”
 
Here was my opening. “What about you? Were you one of those girls?” I poked her in the ribs, trying to tickle her. She elbowed me in the stomach causing me to huff out a breath. Damn. She was strong.
 
Payton laughed again. “No. Sorry, rock star, but you aren’t my type.”
 
“I’m everyone’s type, sweetheart.” Short term anyway. 
 
“Cocky attitude with practiced lines? Not really what I’m looking for in a guy.”
 
Who was? But here was what she’d yet to figure out; I wasn’t her guy. I wasn’t anyone’s. I was a good time and a fun story to tell your friends. When it came to hot one-night stands, I was what you wanted. What you needed, and everything you craved. “I’m not asking you to marry me, sweetheart.” I wouldn’t do that until I was in my forties, like my dad. 
 
She sat up and turned to face me, sitting cross-legged. “What are you asking me Mason? The backstage summons, the chair, the stars. What are you trying to get?”
 
Fuck she was hot. Her brown eyes were so dark they almost appeared black, her hair so brown it was the color of chocolate. Her skin was lightly tanned from the sun and her lips made me lose my train of thought. “I’m asking for one night. That’s all.”
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, and 1 stray cat. The fish died. L.P. loves reading Romance novels as much as she loves writing them. She says that inspiration can come from anywhere; a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things spark amazing stories. She loves to hear from readers.
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Release Blitz LOUD by Noell Mosco

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Title: LOUD

Series: A Sunday Series Standalone

Author: Noell Mosco

Cover Designer: Susan Garwood with Wicked Women Designs

Release Date: May 1, 2017

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Caroline Bordalon has a career, volunteers, has good friends…essentially has it all. She’s an independent woman in her thirties, and, much to her mother’s dismay, is single. Love isn’t on her radar until she meets him.

For Avis Torres, music has been his longest relationship. He, with Cole Clarke and Gunner Kinney, makes up the band Sunday Told A Secret. They’ve taken the music world by storm, and stormy has their path been. Avis has notoriously been dubbed the band’s playboy, a title he wears proudly. Why should he limit himself to one person when there’s so many people in the world willing to give themselves to him?

Since relocating from L.A. to Pittsburgh, Avis has tamed his wild ways, for the most part. The band has taken on a mellower vibe and now that Avis sees Cole and Gunner settling into their lives, he can’t help but feel as though he wants more than just a string of one-night lovers and to put a stop to his desires of drinking his desperation into oblivion. Caroline and Avis meet in an unconventional way. She’s everything he never knew he wanted, from her southern Louisiana drawl to her honey-sweet innocence.

There’s an instant fascination with Ms. Bordalon that Avis can’t shake. That, combined with his ambitious plans to fall in love, drives Avis to be consistent, charming, and monogamous. But Caroline has secrets. Secrets that might be too much for Avis to accept.

LOUD is now part of a growing series! This sexy standalone can be read on its own, or readers can choose to broaden their Sunday Told A Secret horizons by reading about Cole Clarke in THE OTHER WOMAN.

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“Now, babe, you know I don’t do the whole relationship or girlfriend thing…” I uttered through clenched teeth and deeply hooded eyes.  My hands tangled all through her hair and my fingers gripped her stands as she sucked on me just a little harder.

 

She hummed a response that had me nearly plowing my load directly down her throat without so much as a warning.  This girl—fuck—she was talented with her mouth.  It was a shame I didn’t do repeats.  That was a luxury of being me.  I was Avis Torres, bass guitarist for Sunday Told A Secret.  I didn’t need repeats.  I could have a fresh fuck every-goddamned-night of the week if I wanted.  Oh, and I wanted.  Who wouldn’t?

 

There was no stopping it now.  My hips started to move with her bobbing head and my regard for the well-being of her gag reflex was obsolete.  The release that basically issued me no pleasure came and went in a few seconds.  For getting so much ass, I was ashamed that I didn’t last longer.

 

She gave me a smile when she looked up at me, like I should be proud of her because she swallowed.  I felt nothing.  My insides were empty, my brain was empty, my heart was empty.  Long gone were the days when I actually felt something, anything toward these random chicks.  My chest was like a barren desert, with dried up cracks in the surface and hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were tumbleweeds that blew around from time to time.

 

Faking it was my specialty though, so I plastered an insincere grin on my face and affectionately caressed the side of her cheek.  “That was great, babe.  Great.  Really great.”  My monotonous tone should have given away my true feelings, but she was either an idiot or vapid.  Or both.

 

“Can you rally?” she asked as she stood up, getting at my eye level.  I noticed the name tag on her shirt—Bronlynne—as I appreciated the stretch of the fabric as it pulled tightly across her chest.  “I have ten minutes left of my break.”

 

Yes, I was in a restaurant.  Yes, I was in a storage closet in the back room of said restaurant.  Yes, my waitress had just managed to suck me off in under five minutes.  Could I rally?  Probably not.  I wasn’t twenty-five anymore.  Maybe ten years ago I could’ve had the world’s best blow job and then immediately turned around to fuck the blow-job-giver.  But it wasn’t ten years ago.  Maybe because I was a famous musician, people thought I had a miracle turn-around rate.  Christ, I needed a drink.

 

“If you would’ve stopped a minute sooner, I’d make these ten minutes a break you’d never forget, but I just can’t reload that fast, babe.”

 

She shrugged her shoulders with indifference, then she gave me another smile as she unbuttoned her pants.  That smile of hers was naughty.  She reached for my hand and I let her do whatever she wanted with it because my curiosity piqued.  She took my middle finger into her mouth.  That tongue of hers swirled all around.  Hot Christ.  She was a dirty thing.  She had no idea where my hand, let alone my finger, had been, and yet she sucked on it anyway.  Maybe I’d be able to rally after all.

 

“Let’s see how talented these fingers are, Mr. Torres,” she purred, her voice oozing with desire.  With that, she guided my hand into her pants, right to where she needed it.

 

We both gasped at my contact.  She was bare under her panties and she must have been one of those chicks that got super turned on by giving a BJ.  My middle finger slid inside of her with relative ease and she urged me to fuck her with it.  It was then I knew this wasn’t her first romp in the storage closet.

 

She held onto my wrist, pressing me to dig into her deeper.  She was hot and silky.  It was a teenage guy’s wet dream and her voice in my ear had my mouth salivating.  I resisted the odd desire to kiss her because I didn’t kiss women.  My wasteland of a soul perked up for a second, but then my so-called talented fingers worked their magic.  She broke apart and I felt her clench around me.  I could tell she throated a loud scream, not wanting to bring attention to our closet.

 

After her breathing started to return to normal, she pulled my hand out of her pants and sucked her juice from my fingers.  I might have moaned.  Fuck.  I couldn’t remember.

 

“For the record,” she said once she buttoned her pants and straightened her hair, “I’m not looking to be anyone’s girlfriend.  I was just horny and you’re hot.”

 

Holy cock tease.  Rally indeed.  My pants felt unnaturally tight as she flashed me a quick smile and twisted the doorknob to the closet.

 

Moving faster than I thought I could, I snatched her wrist in my hand and pulled her to me, my face mere inches from hers.  “What time are you off?” I asked, my brain offering a reprieve from the numbness it usually felt.

 

“I close tonight.  I’ll be done at midnight,” she said, fighting a smirk.

 

Boldly, I reached toward her chest and pinched at one of her breasts, expertly finding her nipple.  She gasped with a sexy inhale and her eyes immediately lingered on my mouth.  “You’re taking me home with you.  I’m not done with you yet.  That dirty mouth and hot tongue of yours will worship my cock again and then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll scream until your throat bleeds.  You down for that?”

 

She gulped as she absorbed my words.  Fuck.  She couldn’t be older than twenty-two.  Sure, she sucked some good cock and knew she liked getting finger-fucked, but could she handle all of me?  Her eyes widened a bit.  If she didn’t want me, she shouldn’t have been such a goddamned little tease.

 

“Can I bring a friend?” she asked.

 

Hot fucking Christ.  This woman might kill me tonight…and I couldn’t fucking wait to die.

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Noell Mosco is a thirty-something-year-old who lives in southwestern Pennsylvania, born and raised. A country girl at heart, she currently resides in a suburb outside of Pittsburgh with her husband and three furbabies. Writing has been one of Noell’s passions since she was young, completing her first “book” at age eleven. Her full-time day job as a physical therapist means she is compassionate, which allows her to follow-up with her second biggest passion–traveling the world. Noell reluctantly admits to having a strong love of wine, though her poison of choice is generally expensive tequila.

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Cover Reveal Fighting My Affections by Elizabeth Wills

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Title: Fighting My Affections
Series: The Affections Series Book Three
Author: Elizabeth Wills
Cover Designer: Susan Garwood from Wicked Women Designs

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Riley finally seems to have her life together, after years of uncertainty. Her boyfriend, Nate, came into her life when she needed him most, helping guide her into the type of woman she always aspired to be.
Strong. Confident. Unconditionally Loved.
Her past life almost forgotten; she catches a glimpse of the one person who could upset everything. All of the guilt she buried returns, threatening all she has worked toward.
Jon is still piecing things together after hitting the lowest point of his life. He’s had years to feel whole again. Except he’s missing one thing: his career in MMA. His love for fighting forces him to return to his hometown, where his best friend, Mase, runs a gym. The gym they always dreamed of starting together. Only she ruined that for him, shattering all of his dreams. Jon returns with the hope of keeping his distance from the one person he never wants to see again, Riley.
Can they live in the same town and have their past stay just that? Or will Riley’s guilt fester, tilting their world off of its already unsteady axis?

 

 

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Elizabeth Wills was born in Maryland. She married her high school sweetheart and they are now raising two spunky boys. When she’s not writing, she’s working her part time job in radiology, chasing her two busy children and tending to her home. Her family loves to camp and have recently started traveling to new places outside of the US. Elizabeth loves to read in her spare time, and just like any fickle woman, her genre of choice changes with her mood.

 

 

 

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Cover Reveal LOUD by Noell Mosco

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Title: LOUD

Series: A Sunday Series Standalone

Author: Noell Mosco

Cover Designer: Susan Garwood with Wicked Women Designs

Release Date: May 1, 2017

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Caroline Bordalon has a career, volunteers, has good friends…essentially has it all. She’s an independent woman in her thirties, and, much to her mother’s dismay, is single. Love isn’t on her radar until she meets him.

For Avis Torres, music has been his longest relationship. He, with Cole Clarke and Gunner Kinney, makes up the band Sunday Told A Secret. They’ve taken the music world by storm, and stormy has their path been. Avis has notoriously been dubbed the band’s playboy, a title he wears proudly. Why should he limit himself to one person when there’s so many people in the world willing to give themselves to him?

Since relocating from L.A. to Pittsburgh, Avis has tamed his wild ways, for the most part. The band has taken on a mellower vibe and now that Avis sees Cole and Gunner settling into their lives, he can’t help but feel as though he wants more than just a string of one-night lovers and to put a stop to his desires of drinking his desperation into oblivion. Caroline and Avis meet in an unconventional way. She’s everything he never knew he wanted, from her southern Louisiana drawl to her honey-sweet innocence.

There’s an instant fascination with Ms. Bordalon that Avis can’t shake. That, combined with his ambitious plans to fall in love, drives Avis to be consistent, charming, and monogamous. But Caroline has secrets. Secrets that might be too much for Avis to accept.

LOUD is now part of a growing series! This sexy standalone can be read on its own, or readers can choose to broaden their Sunday Told A Secret horizons by reading about Cole Clarke in THE OTHER WOMAN.

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Noell Mosco is a thirty-something-year-old who lives in southwestern Pennsylvania, born and raised.  A country girl at heart, she currently resides in a suburb outside of Pittsburgh with her husband and three furbabies.  Writing has been one of Noell’s passions since she was young, completing her first “book” at age eleven.  Her full-time day job as a physical therapist means she is compassionate, which allows her to follow-up with her second biggest passion–traveling the world.  Noell reluctantly admits to having a strong love of wine, though her poison of choice is generally expensive tequila.

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