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#Release: River Street Bar #boxset, by @NazareaAndrews @inkslingerpr #contemporary #romance #surprise

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Today we are celebrating the SURPRISE release of the RIVER STREET BAR Box Set by Nazarea Andrews. This is a contemporary romance series featuring 4 full-length novels and a novella. Purchase the set now while it’s only $2.99. 

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THE RIVER STREET BAR Box Set by Nazarea Andrews

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In River City, love never takes an easy course.

Dempsey & Taite hate each other–but there’s a fine line between love and hate…

Olivia & Aidric are defined by their mistakes and pulled together by the most unlikely of events, and might just build a family together…

Matteo & Vivian both have secrets and regrets, but are those enough to keep them apart…

Calvin & Davis & Ava are all a little bit broken, but sometimes broken pieces can make a whole…

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  

Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. N is a self-professed geek and enjoys spending her spare time lost in her favorite fandoms and can often be found babbling about them on social media. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.  

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#ReleaseDay: Bloodjinn (Djinn #3), by @lauracatherinep @buoni_amici_press #paranormal #romance

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Title: Bloodjinn (Djinn #3) Author: Laura Catherine Genre: Paranormal Romance Release Date: December 22, 2018 Cover Designer: Lizzie Zhou Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Heartbreak and looking for escape. Kyra has given up on everything. Alec betrayed her. Will is dead. Her and her father are imprisoned by the Djinn awaiting a sentence from High King Tibal who is even more ruthless than Ivan. When a mysterious woman gives her the choice to start a rebellion for the Guardjinn, Kyra is less than interested in losing more people she cares about. Instead she chooses to escape with her parents to live her old life among the humans.​ Bloodlust and civil war.​ When Kyra realises Will might still be alive she snaps to her senses and heads halfway across the world in search of De Morte, the Blooder City. Along the way, Kyra will truely begin to understand what it means to be a Bloodjinn; part Djinn and part Blooder. There is a darkness within her growing with every drop of blood she tastes, but Kyra needs more powers if she is going to save Will and start a civil war among the Djinn.

 

When our doors officially opened, there was a flood of customers wanting their morning java to start their day at work. Cafe Roma did make the best coffee in the town.

I’d be flat off my feet until 7:30 a.m. when Rebecca would come in. She was two years older than me and attending college part-time a few towns over.

Rebecca and I had become a team over the last few weeks since I started. I’d make the coffee and she’d serve it while chatting with the customers. She often got in trouble from Rosa for chatting too much, but she was a good waitress.

“I’m so tired,” Rebecca said, plonking her handbag on the counter and tying her nutmeg hair into a ponytail. “I was up all night finishing my assignment.”

I placed the milk under the steamer. “Well, maybe if you’d done the assignment when you got it two weeks ago, it wouldn’t have been a problem,” I replied with a smirk. “You could have gone to that bar you love and flirted with the bartender again.”

Rebecca leaned her head on the bench looking up at me. “Where’s the sympathy, Katie?” she asked and gave me puppy eyes.

We’d had to change our identities when we moved here. The passports Dad had in his emergency stash already had names on it. So I was Katie now and Dad was Benjamin. Mum got to choose her name when we got her IDs done. She chose to be Anna after her mother.

“This is why you should go to uni,” Rebecca continued, pulling down her tight skirt. She was very curvy and liked to show it wearing tight-fitting clothes but nothing very revealing. “You’ve got such a sensible outlook on life. You’re really smart.”

I poured the frothy milk into two caffeinated mugs, placed the mugs on a tray and pushed it towards Rebecca. “I told you I’m not interested in studying. High school was more than enough, Bec. Now, table three would like their lattes.”

Rebecca pouted and slid off the bench with a dramatic sigh and went out the back to get ready. Our mornings went quickly with the normal rush of customers and by eleven thirty it was break time for me. I pulled my apron over my head and stashed it under the counter. “I’m off for lunch,” I called to Rebecca, who was deep in conversation with a woman who looked like she just wanted her coffee that Rebecca was still holding hostage until her story was finished.

“Have fun,” Bec replied, turning to face me long enough for the woman to snatch her coffee off the tray.

“Take some food,” Rosa said, pulling out some savoury pasties from the cabinet. “You’re too skinny.”

“I won’t be if you keep feeding me pasties.”

“Boys like curvy girls,” Rosa replied.

“She’s not wrong,” Rebecca called, slapping her hip.

I playfully rolled my eyes and took the food. “Thank you, Rosa.”

Laura Catherine was born in Melbourne, Australia and spent most of her childhood creating fantasy worlds and talking to her invisible pet cheetah who ran along powerlines.

Her imagination has carried her through childhood where her mother read stories about fantasy worlds at bedtime. Never one to face reality, Laura spent a lot of time turning boxes into ships and castles.

Laura self-published her first novel, Djinn (2013), a Paranormal Romance, and the second in the series, Blooders (2015). Laura is currently working on the next instalment in the Djinn series, Bloodjinn, as well as a few other novels including the first in a new YA series, The Guardians of Ivalice.

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#ReleaseDay: Peyton & Noah, by @HeidiJoVT @buoni_amici_press #contemporary #romance #sports

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Title: Peyton & Noah( A Beaumont Wedding) Author: Heidi Mclaughlin Genre: Contemporary Romance/Sports Romance Release Date: December 18, 2018 Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Everyone dreams of meeting their soulmate. The person who completes them. For Peyton and Noah, they grew up together, falling in love along the way. Wedding bells are ringing. And the couple who almost wasn’t, Is going to be. Peyton and Noah invite you into their life. To spend some time with their family. As they prepare to walk down the aisle.

By the time we stop at the third bridal store, or maybe it’s the fourth, could be fifth because I’ve lost count, I realize why couples elope. The stress of having everything right, everything perfect, is almost too much to handle. The words I’ve heard today are it’s too frilly, not enough lace, the back looks odd, you look frumpy, is enough to make me want to throw my hands up and say forget it. Maybe it’s the champagne talking and being unreasonable in my head. With each store, comes a plate of hors d’oeuvres from restaurants looking to land a contract from me, and champagne from the best vineyards, wanting to supply our reception with their bottles. Because of my dad and who I’m marrying, the A-list treatment is real and all I want to do is pick a wedding dress with my mom and sister and decide on bridesmaids’ gowns that don’t look like they belong in an 80’s prom magazine. Most of all, I just want to marry Noah, in front of our family and friends, in a simple ceremony.

I’m surrounded by mirrors, and my reflection tells me that I’m tired and have had way too much champagne. I want to eat, gorge myself on carbs and ice cream until my stomach revolts. I want everything unhealthy and not listed on the approved list that my uncle Xander gave me. He means well and is only giving me what I wanted when I asked him to help get me into shape for my wedding.

My body jerks to the left or right, depending on which way the saleswoman is pulling the gown I’m trying on. It’s not my favorite, but my mom fawned over it as soon as she saw it on the hanger. In fact, she’s loved just about every dress she’s picked out, as well as some of Elle’s choices. Each one I show her, brings her to tears. I guess this is a mom thing to do, to cry at the sight of their daughters dressed in wedding gowns. I texted Noah and warned him I plan to be the same way when we have a daughter going through this. He replied, telling me how much he loves the idea that we’re going to have children.

I have yet to find the one. Not man, because I found him many years ago, but dress. In my mind, it exists. It’s out there, sitting on some rack, being passed by, waiting for me to try it on. I know I could have had a bespoke gown, designed, and made to my own specifications, if I were to delay my wedding for a few more months. I’m not sure a dress is worth it. My parents are going to spend hundreds, if not thousands, on a dress that I’ll wear for a few hours, send off to dry-cleaning and have stored in a box. It seems frivolous and a waste of someone’s time.

Elle enters the dressing area and crinkles her nose. She gets it. At least, she pretends to. “Do you like it?”

I stare at her through the mirrors, not answering. I don’t need to. It’s a twin thing, she knows how I’m feeling.

“Mom means well. She’s excited.”

“I can’t wait for it to be your turn,” I tell her. “When will Ben propose?”

Elle shrugs, playing my question off. Her relationship with Ben is similar to the one I share with Noah. Lifelong loves with the difference being Elle didn’t realize she was in love with Ben until it was almost too late. Her stubbornness almost blew her chance at happiness but thankfully Ben was determined to win her love.

“What? Don’t you talk about marriage?”

“Not really,” she says. “We’re both so busy. Ben has a really good job, plus he’s helping me launch my career. We’re both sort of focusing on work right now.”

“You want him to ask you. I can tell.”

Elle waves me off. “The commitment would be nice.”

“So ask him. I would’ve had Noah not. I wasn’t going to let him go.”

The saleswoman makes one final tug before she dismisses me to go see my mom. Elle helps me off the large platform and holds the curtains open for me. Mom stands, covers her mouth, and proudly proclaims this is the best one yet.

“Mom, you say that each time,” Elle points out. “How are we supposed to help Peyton choose?”

Mom wipes at the tears falling. “I can’t help it, I just…” she looks from me to Elle, and then down at the floor. “I’m emotional is all.”

She doesn’t have to finish her sentence. I already know she was going to say something like “never thought she’d see this day.” She’s not the only one to think that. Sometimes, I have nightmares about the wedding, about Noah and I. Me sitting in church, watching him marry someone else. I’m there out of obligation because our families have been friends for forever. In this dream, his bride finds me crying in the bathroom, telling me that everything will be okay. She has no idea who I am or that I’m madly in love with her new husband. She just sees a weeping woman in the restroom who needs comfort. When my dreams do show my wedding to Noah, it’s perfect because it’s him and I standing there, professing our love for one another.

“Peyton, do you like the dress?” My mother asks.

I look down and trace the intricate beadwork. A seamstress or tailor spent a long time putting this together and it will be the right dress for a bride that isn’t me. “It’s pretty, but I think it’s too busy for what I had in mind.”

Mom smiles. “We have a handful of other stores to try.”

“Actually, there’s a vintage shop not far from here. I’d like to look in there.”

Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers. Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot. When she’s isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find her sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games. Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Roth, in theaters January 19, 2018. To stay connected with Heidi visit www.facebook.com/authorheidimclaughlin or heidimclaughlin.com

 

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#ReleaseDay: The Boyfriend Collector, by @MimiJeanRomance #contemporary #romance @inkslingerpr

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Today we have the release day blitz for Mimi Jean Pamfiloff’s THE BOYFRIEND COLLECTOR! Check out this fun new contemporary romance and grab your copy today!

 

Title: THE BOYFRIEND COLLECTOR

Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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 FIND MR. RIGHT IN 30 DAYS? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.  Treated like a servant in her own home, twenty-year-old Rose Marie Hale can’t stop dreaming of her next birthday. It’s the day she’ll inherit a fortune, break free from her cruel family, and finally start living her life—finish school, travel, find love. After a lifetime of hardship, it’s all she’s ever wanted. But when Rose discovers she must marry before her twenty-first birthday to claim the money, she has no choice but to push herself out into the world in search of a man she can love and trust. Unfortunately, those are the very things that have been used as weapons against her. With only a month to go, can she find true love? Or will her past hold her back, leaving her penniless and alone? (Part One of Two)

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Bex   Well, this is not a promising start. Seated in my black leather armchair, I rub the stubble on my jaw and glance down at the questionnaire in my other hand. The agitated young woman lying on the couch in front of me has left the entire form blank except for her name at the top. Rose Marie Hale. Rose. The name fits her. At first glance she looks like a delicate, fragrant flower—long, lean stems for legs, trim body, and blonde silky hair—but a sharpness in her dark brown eyes tells me she’s not all soft petals. I make a quick note of my observation in the margin of the page before interrupting her fast talking—something about dating…or men…or I’m unsure, actually. “Miss Hale, excuse my insensitivity, but I’m here to help people, not waste their time. Or mine. So what, exactly, do you mean when you say you have to find a husband? Sounds like you need a friend or a dating app, not therapy.” I rest my gold pen across the clipboard on my lap, waiting for her to answer. Like the pen, this office—situated in a renovated brick warehouse in Atlanta’s trendy Buckhead district—once belonged to my father, who was also a psychologist. I stepped in, merging my practice with his when he became ill last spring. By the time he died a month ago, I learned many things about the man, bad things I loathe him for. The first disappointment came when I discovered he never practiced what he preached in terms of treating his patients, who were receiving little more than touchy-feely pep talks: You can do it. I believe in you. Complete bullshit. The only thing he accomplished was creating a steady stream of customers who became dependent on him instead of themselves. I don’t blow smoke up patients’ asses just so they’ll come back next week for another fix of self-esteem injections. I say it like it is, and if they truly want to get their lives together, they listen. As for this woman on my couch, I don’t know what to make of her other than the obvious that she’s in her early twenties, her attractiveness is distracting, and I’m unsure why the hell she’s here. If she’s looking for boyfriend advice, she’s come to the wrong place. “Dr. Hughes? Are you listening?” she says, her slender body stretched across my white couch. Not really. Her lips are moving so fast, I feel like I’m at an auction. “Rose Marie—” “I prefer Rose. Just Rose,” she corrects. “Okay. Rose, I’m sorry, but I’m a psychologist, not a romance coach.” She sits up and plants her feet on the floor. Her red heels look expensive, as does the matching red sweater. Her jeans are the type most men like on women—tight, a bit short to show off some toned calf, and cut to accentuate the feminine curve of her hips. “I’m not here for love coaching,” she says with a frantic tone. “I have to get married. Quickly. My entire life depends on it.” Trying to hide my impatience, I lift my brows. She strikes me as the quintessential entitled princess who thinks her social life is the most important thing on the planet. Oh no, someone didn’t like my selfie on Instagram. Whatever shall I do? If she can’t give me a legitimate reason to see her or convince me that she’s here to work, I’ll turn her away. “This isn’t the Dark Ages,” I say. “Many women lead long happy lives and never marry.” “I know. And that’s not what this is about. Not even close.” “All right.” I inhale slowly, taking a moment to rally my patience. “Why don’t you try explaining it once more.” She lies back down, crossing her long legs at the ankles, her large eyes focused on the exposed wooden beam running across the ceiling. I wait while she mulls. She’s hopefully realizing how silly it is to pay a licensed therapist, with a doctorate in social neuroscience, just to talk about boys. I never would have agreed to see her if I knew this was her “problem,” but Rose left a frantic message with my service last night. A short conversation followed, where she disclosed nothing and pleaded to see me first thing this morning. Fast-forward to fifteen minutes ago. I get to my office before my assistant has arrived and find Rose walking around the hallway. My office is one of many on the second floor, so it’s easy to miss. Downstairs are several boutiques and a small coffee shop, where I practically live between patients. Which reminds me that I skipped the latte this morning, and I’m wishing I hadn’t because I’ll need a heavy dose of caffeine to keep up with all the whining I’m hearing. Yes, if I were a lesser man, I might be content to sit here all day, staring at a gorgeous woman while she rambles on about her love life. But I am not that man. I’m here to help people. And I think this woman came to the wrong place.   ~~~ Rose   I knew it would be a waste of time coming here, but this exceeds my worst expectations. Everything about this guy says he doesn’t care. The drab gray tie, plain white dress shirt, and black slacks tell me he doesn’t have a warm bone in his body. All business. The polished concrete floor and a bland gray rug to accent his work space confirm he lacks imagination. And not one item in his office indicates he has any hobbies or passions. I don’t even see a family photo despite the fact he’s fidgeting with his wedding ring. Married. But he obviously doesn’t want to think about her at work. What does that say about him? “Rose,” he says in a deep, authoritative voice that sounds rehearsed, “this session is only an hour, and I get paid either way.” In other words, I should start talking if I want my money’s worth. But Dr. Bexley Hughes doesn’t seem interested in hearing anything I have to say. I doubt I’d be sitting here at all if I hadn’t begged him last night over the phone. But I need help, and now that his father is dead, I have no one else to turn to. I squirm on his lumpy couch. The fabric is soft—some sort of white velveteen—but the springs are pushing into my ass. Another bad sign. He doesn’t care about his patients enough to buy comfortable furniture. I get up and walk over to the wall of books behind the black leather armchair where he’s seated. I know he’s waiting for me to explain why I need to get married, but his intense stare makes it difficult. I don’t like it or him one little bit. Ironically, if I saw him walking down the street, the two of us complete strangers, he’d have me looking twice. Dark hair, light blue eyes, and a hard jawline. Classically handsome. Just my type. Though he’s a little older, maybe twenty-nine or thirty. Of course, all that’s irrelevant. Doesn’t matter if he’s good looking. Doesn’t matter if I like his personality. The question is, will Dr. Bexley Hughes help me? He seems more uncaring and heartless than my family, if that’s even possible. With our backs to each other, I pluck a book off the shelf and thumb through the crisp white pages. It’s inscribed to Dr. Murdoc Hughes, his late father. Funny, they look nothing alike. Murdoc had warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. “I met your dad before he died.” I turn and speak to the back of Bexley Hughes’s head. “He was a good man. Maybe the only decent person I’ve ever met. I hoped you’d be like him. Are you?” “You knew my father?” he says with a tinge of skepticism, pivoting in his seat to face me. I nod. “But you were never a patient.” “No,” I confirm. “He told me to see you if I changed my mind.” “Changed it about what?” I shut the book with a clap, place it back on the shelf, and walk over to the white couch, where I sit with hands clasped. I don’t know why this Dr. Hughes makes me so uneasy, but he does. It’s odd given how I’m no stranger to unpleasant people. “I met your father last spring,” I say, “when he gave a lecture at my university about the psychology of storytelling. I am—I mean, I was an English major. I dropped out.” I had promised myself that no matter what my grandmother did or said, I wouldn’t leave school this time. But she has a way of slithering inside my head and undermining every positive thought, every productive intention—“You should be home, Rose, fulfilling the promise to your dead mother. There will be time for college later.” After weeks of being guilted, I finally gave in. Idiot. Or maybe it was fate? Had I not stopped taking classes, I never would’ve been home on that fateful day when I overheard a strange conversation my grandmother had with her lawyer. Then I wouldn’t have had that quiet nagging feeling in the back of my mind, telling me that maybe, just maybe there was more to my mother’s will. And I certainly wouldn’t have been prompted to go through my grandmother’s safe a week ago when she left it open by accident. But now I know the horrible truth: The copy of the will shown to me all those years ago was a fake, and everything I’ve been promised is about to be taken away. I continue, “I liked your father’s perspective about how every epic story has a villain, a victim, and a knight.” The older Dr. Hughes said that in the world of psychology, a therapist’s job is to make every patient their own knight, the hero of their story. “When I decided I needed to talk to someone, I looked him up. He called me back right away, and it was the first time I remembered anyone just listening and wanting to help. Nothing in return.” I was really sorry when I found out he was ill, but he urged me to come in and see his son instead. Trusting strangers isn’t easy for me, so I told him I’d think about it. Of course, the situation I’m facing now is entirely different. It’s no longer about the guilt or the shame my family has poisoned me with. This is about justice. This is about wrong versus right. I look away from the younger Dr. Hughes’s judgmental gaze and add, “Your dad told me if I ever needed someone to trust, someone who’d help me, it would be you.” I suddenly notice Dr. Hughes’s face is a hostile shade of red, and while I didn’t think it possible for anyone to look more anal retentive and intimidating, he’s just proven me wrong. He sets his clipboard on top of a little wooden table to his side and leans forward. “I think it’s time for you to go.” I blink. “Sorry?” “I can’t help you.” “Did I miss something?” He’s clearly pissed, but what did I do? “I am not the right therapist for you, Miss Hale, but I can suggest a colleague who specializes in relationships and commitment issues.” I frown. “Why would I need help with that?” All right, yes, I have issues in those areas, but not how he thinks. “Didn’t you say you’re here because you’re trying to find a husband?” “Yes, but—” “But then I’m not the doctor for you,” he cuts me off. The anger percolates in my stomach. I’m done with being dismissed, and I won’t tolerate being treated like I’m worthless. Not anymore. “You said you’re here to help people,” I argue. “Well, here I am, needing help.” He stands, walks to the door, and opens it. The expression on his face turns from anger to simple disgust. What kind of therapist just shuts a person down like this? It’s humiliating, and with all I’ve been through, I’m not game for his special breed of head trip. He has no clue what’s at stake and the mental torture I’ve survived. Doesn’t matter. He’s right. He can’t help me. I stand and walk to the door, stopping in front of him. I’m five seven, but he’s much taller, so I tilt my head back to look him in the eye. There is no compassion to be found in their soft blue hues. Just ice. “I don’t know what I said to piss you off, but you’ve got the wrong impression about why I came here. I’m just trying to survive.” “Aren’t we all.” He jerks his head toward the doorway as if to say get the fuck out. This man doesn’t just have a stick up his ass, it’s an entire forest. “You’re nothing like your father. You’re not even half the man he was.” “Thank God for small favors,” he replies. I sail out, wondering what he means, and the door slams behind me. Heartless bastard. He couldn’t just hear me out? Suddenly, I realize how alone I truly am. I stop in the hallway and cover my face with my hands, fighting off an imminent meltdown. I hate to cry. It makes me feel weak, and I don’t want to be weak anymore. But I don’t know what I’m going to do. The clock is ticking, and right now, the whole world is against me. Not hyperbole. Not a joke. Everyone I’ve ever known is against me, and I need at least one—just one goddamned person to trust.      

About Mimi Jean Pamfiloff:

MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling romance author with over a million books sold worldwide. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream. Mimi lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo, Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.  

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#Promo and #Giveaway: One Wish, by @KateKisset #contemporary #romance @inkslingerpr

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Today we have the release week blitz for ONE WISH by Kate Kisset. Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

 

Title: One Wish

Author: Kate Kisset

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About One Wish:

Blend a former tight end with a bad reputation
and a gorgeous computer geek who doesn’t date.
Toss in two matchmaking grannies who have only One Wish this Christmas.

Lilly Martelli’s first vacation in over a year has her on a mission to support her two busybody relatives in St. Helena. Helping the grannies bake stinky fruitcakes for their Christmas bake sale is bad enough, but being forced to co-host the fund-raiser with Mr.-Fun-in-the-pants Brett Benning might be too hot to handle.

Brett had hoped retiring from football, becoming a firefighter, and moving back to Napa Valley would be enough to repair his reputation. But he’s sick to death of the tiny town gossip, and tired of dating in the shallow end of the pool. He’s looking to score The One. Continue readingFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestinstagrammail

#CoverReveal and #Giveaway: Blended with Pain, by @authorhayleyf @inkslingerpr #preorder #contemporary #romance

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Today we have the cover reveal for Hayley Faiman’s Blended With Pain, book four in the Cash Bar series! Check it out and pre-order your copy today!

Title: Blended With Pain

Author: Hayley Faiman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Blitz: January 11th

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 Carson is a mother who has never carried a child. She’s raised Axe as her own. He is her responsibility, but she wouldn’t want her life any other way, even if it’s not exactly what she had planned.   A waitress in a small town diner. A single mother. She hides in plain sight.   Keys is a mystery to his Canadian brothers. A recent transfer from the Notorious Devils in North Dakota, and the new tech expert for the club.   His life has been one big party. No responsibilities. No relationships. No commitments.   That is, until he walks into a small diner in Texas. He recognizes her. She’s the girl from his past, and yet, she’s not–she’s all grown up. She hides a secret that once he discovers causes rage to flow through his veins.   He cannot simply let her go. He did that once–never again. Especially now that he knows the truth. He plans on keeping her as his own.  

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#Promo: Until the Next Time, by @AuthorJosieKerr @inkslingerpr #sexy #contemporary #romance

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UNTIL THE NEXT TIME by Josie Kerr is available now! Get your hands on this sexy contemporary romance today.

About UNTIL THE NEXT TIME 

Meghan Sullivan doesn’t have time for distractions, especially one like handsome veteran Jason Richards. She needs to concentrate on saving Foley’s Public House, and that means focusing all her energy on preparing for a huge local event that could make or break the struggling pub.

Jason Richards has a long history with Meghan. The two had been friends with benefits until Meghan put an end to things when her father got ill. Now Jason spends his time with his brothers, both blood and military, but wonders what would have happened if he’d gotten his act together earlier. Continue reading

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#Promo: Cake – The Newlyweds, by J. Bengtsson @CakeALoveStory @inkslingerpr #contemporary #rockstar #romance

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For the first time since it’s publication, CAKE: THE NEWLYWEDS by J. Bengtsson is officially available on all retailers! If you’ve been waiting to read what happens next to Jake and Casey, then now is the perfect time to do so! Hurry up and grab your copy today!

 

About CAKE: THE NEWLYWEDS

You thought their story was over… but a love like theirs has no end.

Fate doesn’t own Jake McKallister. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Life is better than ever. He’s at the top of his game, performing to sold-out crowds the world over. He has his health and a solid, fun-loving family to keep him grounded.

And he got the girl – the beautiful, quirky girl he’s just made his wife.

Yes, life is good. If only fate would stop screaming in his ear. Continue reading

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#BookTour: The Darkest Captive, by @genashowalter @inkslingerpr #novella #1001darknights

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The demon possessed beast wants his beauty back, and he’ll do anything to win her. Even war with a god king.

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Gena Showalter, comes THE DARKEST CAPTIVE, a new novella in her addictive bestselling Lords of the Underworld Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today

 

About THE DARKEST CAPTIVE:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a new story in her Lords of the Underworld series…

For centuries, Galen the Treacherous has been the most hated immortal in the Underworld. With good reason! This bad boy of bad boys has lied, stolen, cheated and killed with abandon. Possessed by the demons of Jealousy and False Hope, he has always lived for a single purpose: destroy everything.

Then he met her.

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#ReleaseDay and #Giveaway: A Good Time, by @SSchroeder @inkslingerpr #contemporary #romance

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It’s the release day for Shannyn Schroeder’s A GOOD TIME! Check it out and grab your copy of this sexy new release today!

 

Title: A GOOD TIME

Author: Shannyn Schroeder

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About A GOOD TIME:

Can freedom mean forever?

Freedom is paramount for Indy Adams. The last thing she needs is to be tied down. About to seal her first big sale in the Chicago real estate market, Indy is ready to catapult her career to a new level. And the sexy, bachelor client is exactly the kind of guy who would understand her no-strings approach. Continue readingFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestinstagrammail

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