Monday, July 20, 2020
Today we have the release day blitz for The Trouble With Wanting by Jillian Liota! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: THE TROUBLE WITH WANTING
Author: Jillian Liota
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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“Sorry for rambling,” I say, giving him another smile. “It’s way too early in the morning to be debating something so highbrow. So, how ’bout them Sox, huh?”
Boyd looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes, a kind of friendly charm I wasn’t expecting from him, regardless of how well we got on with our chat.
What I wouldn’t give to look at that kind of handsome joy every day for the rest of my life.
A stupid thought, sure, but still true.
“I bet you ten dollars you can’t name a single player on the team this year.”
I narrow my eyes, trying to hide my smile as I shake my head. “I’m not a gambling girl.”
“You’d gamble if you knew you were probably going to win.” His response is as quick as lightning. “People only choose not to gamble when they’re afraid they’ll lose.”
“That is so not true.” I giggle. “Some of us poor folk don’t gamble because we can’t take the risk. Not all of us are first class aficionados with money to throw around willy-nilly.”
“Nobody says willy-nilly anymore.”
I snort. “Clearly that’s false, because I just did.”
He bites his lip and shakes his head, and I can’t help the little thing that keeps bouncing around in my chest.
We like him, it tells me. We like him a lot.
Is this flirting? We are definitely flirting, right? I hope so, because it has been far too long since I’ve enjoyed a good flirt sesh with someone as handsome as Boyd.
That’s a lie.
I’ve never flirted with someone as handsome as Boyd. He is in a league of his own.
Before I can say anything else, the plane lurches forward, and it feels like my stomach is going to fall out of my body.
My eyes slam shut and my throat closes up, my hands gripping the armrests for dear life as the plane barrels down the runway, all the good feelings from my talk with Boyd rushing out of me with a surreal quickness.
It’s going to be okay.
It’s going to be okay.
It’s going to be okay.
I’m like that for who knows how long before I feel a hand on top of mine, the warmth and roughness surprising me enough that my eyes fly open, taking in the man sitting next to me.
He lifts my hand and twists his fingers in mine, the sensation robbing me of my voice—and maybe my sanity.
For the rest of my life, I’ll remember exactly what he says to me. Not just the words, but the soothing tone of his voice and the earnest caring in his eyes, so surprising from someone I was expecting to ignore me for the entire flight.
“It’s okay to be afraid,” he says. “I can’t take that feeling away from you, but I can hold your hand until it’s over so you know you’re not alone.”
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Thursday, July 16, 2020
Today we have the release day blitz for What’s Left of Me by Kristen Granata! Check out the release day blitz and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: What’s Left of Me Author: Kristen Granata Genre: Contemporary Romance
About What’s Left of Me:“It’s very rare that an author surprises me. Kristen Granata didn’t just surprise me, she completely blew me away. If you love emotional, poignant, and healing romance, you simply cannot miss What’s Left of Me. A five-star must read and a lovely introduction for me to a new author I know I’ll love for years to come.” — Bestselling Author Kandi Steiner Callie Kingston’s life as an Orange County housewife isn’t as perfect as it seems. Her husband isn’t the same man she fell in love with nine years ago, and her home is no longer her safe haven. But she’s determined to keep up appearances, especially when it comes to concealing the bruises her husband’s temper leaves behind. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Until Cole Luciano moves into her best friend’s house across the street. He’s abrasive and rude, but his steel-blue eyes tell a different story—one with dark secrets that has Callie curious. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ After suffering through an unspeakable tragedy, Cole lives in his sister’s pool house until he can get back on his feet. He’s convinced that he deserves to live with the guilt he harbors from his past, and wants nothing more than to be left alone. Yet he can’t seem to stay away from his beautiful neighbor. He sees right through Callie’s carefully orchestrated lies and is desperate to help her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Callie discovers more than an angry and bitter man underneath Cole’s hard exterior. But when Callie finally finds the courage to create a new life for herself, Cole isn’t sure if there’s enough of his heart left to give in order to be the man she deserves. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Can two broken souls heal each other, or are some just too damaged to be put back together? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *This book contains some graphic scenes and very sensitive subject matter.
Exclusive Excerpt:I’m not getting out of bed today. This is an amazing mattress. Just the right amount of firm-to-soft ratio. This comforter rocks too. It’s puffy but not suffocating. These sheets are a high thread count. Breathable. I did good when I picked these out. I could stay here all day. Don’t need to go grocery shopping. Who needs to eat when you have a mattress like this? Laundry? Pffft. I won’t need clothes if I stay in bed. This is the perfect solution to all of life’s problems. But what is that awful smell? A long, wet tongue slides across my cheek, and I groan. “Go back to sleep, Maverick.” With my eyelids still closed, I reach out and smooth my fingers through my retriever’s fluffy fur. His tongue makes another pass over my cheek, and again, I’m hit with a blast of that stench. My nose scrunches as my head jerks up off the pillow. “Maverick, did you eat your poop again?” His head dips down, and he rests it on top of his front paws. “Don’t give me those eyes! They’re not going to work on me this time.” He leaps off the bed and bounds into the hallway, tail swatting from left to right as he waits for me at the top of the stairs. Guess I’m getting out of bed. I flip the comforter off my body, swing my legs to the side of the mattress, and jam my feet into my plush white slippers. Once I’m vertical, my head throbs like someone dropped an anvil on it. I grip onto the cool iron bannister and take my time down the spiral staircase. Maverick waits at the bottom, his body thrashing like a shark from the momentum of his tail. “You are way too awake for me right now, bud.” He woofs in response and prances into the kitchen ahead of me. When I stagger into the kitchen, sunlight streams through the windows, reflecting off the marble countertop and searing my retinas. I yank the cord on the blinds and bury my face in the crook of my elbow, hissing like Dracula. Maverick plops down at my feet, nuzzling my ankle with his wet nose. We both jump when we hear the creak of the front door, and then he takes off into the foyer. Paul strides into the kitchen, saturated in sweat from his morning run, and I hold my breath until his lips curve up into a smile. “Good morning, gorgeous.” Relief washes over me. “Morning. How was your run?” Paul snatches a water bottle from the refrigerator and twists off the cap. “Four miles today.” His royal-blue Under Armour T-shirt clings to his broad chest, the muscles in his biceps flexing with his movements. His blond strands are damp and disheveled, and his skin glows with a golden sheen. I lift an eyebrow. “How is it that you look this sexy after a four-mile run?” He grins. “How is it that you look this sexy when you just woke up?” I huff out a sardonic laugh, knowing damn well I resemble the Crypt Keeper at the moment. Paul leans in with puckered lips, but I make an X with my forearms in front of my face. “The poop-eating bandit got me. You might want to stay back.” He looks down at Maverick, and as if he knows we’re talking about him, Maverick ducks around the corner of the island. “You’re nasty, dog.” “I’ll call the vet today. Maybe they’ll know how to deter him from eating his own feces.” Paul leans his hip against the counter. “I think all dogs eat their own crap.” “We have to watch him better when he’s out back. Stop it before he can get to it.” I walk around the island so I can start on breakfast. “I read something once that said dogs eat their poop when they’re lacking vitamins in their diet. Was it an article? Maybe Josie told me. I don’t know; I can’t remember. Either way—” I stop moving and snap my fingers in front of Paul’s face. “Are you even listening to me?” Paul shakes his head, his eyes roving over my body. “I haven’t heard one word since you stood up in those silky shorts.” I smile and set a frying pan on top of the stove. “Please. This isn’t anything you haven’t seen before.” “Yet it never gets old.” He closes the distance between us and stands behind me, trailing his hands up my arms. I hum at his light touch, welcoming it. “Let’s hope you always think that.” “I know I will.” He tilts my head to the side and presses his lips to my neck. One of his hands slips under my camisole, cupping my breast, while he tugs my shorts down with the other. My head falls back against his shoulder, and a long exhale leaves my parted lips. “Don’t you have a meeting?” “Just means we’ll have to be quick.” His fingers slide between my thighs and press inside me while his thumb rubs circles on my clit at the same time. My legs quiver, and I reach forward to grip the edge of the counter. Paul gives my back a gentle push until my chest is pressed against the cool marble, and then he slides his length inside me. “I love you,” he whispers at my ear, gripping my hips, pumping in and out of me in long, controlled strokes. I arch my back to meet each of his thrusts, and his fingers return to my clit as he drives into me faster, harder, deeper. I moan, writhing against his hand, and his pace quickens. I can feel the pleasure mounting in my core, the steady build like a rising wave. Soon, it crashes over me. I cry out as the spasms rack through my body. Paul goes under too, grunting as his hot liquid fills me. He holds me there, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my temple. “This is what I’ve missed. I’m so glad we can finally get back to how things used to be.” “Me too.” And that’s my halfhearted truth. I should relish in this feeling, the closeness, his gentle love, but my mind crawls toward the analytical place it always goes to, calculating the date, the time, the exact location in my cycle. My fingers itch to reach for my phone and click on the fertility app out of habit, but for the first time in three years, I don’t. And after last night, I never will again. With a pat on my backside, Paul pulls away and tucks himself back into his running shorts. “I’m hitting the shower.” My eyes linger on his wide back and confident swagger as he leaves the room with his head held high, free from the anxious thoughts that plague me. Guilt squeezes my chest when I think about everything that I’ve put him through over the past few years. The stress, the doctor’s appointments, all my tears. No more. Paul’s right. We need to get back to the way we used to be. Back before I became obsessed with starting a family. Before I plunged into depression and dragged him down with me. Before the people we were when we got married turned into strangers. It’s time to put it to rest. And it’s up to me to do it. I can be better. I can find happiness again. I straighten my camisole, pull up my shorts, and start gathering the ingredients I need for breakfast. The kitchen is my favorite room in this entire house. Beautiful marble countertops; tall, white cabinets; stainless steel appliances. Paul had the contractor create it based off of my exact vision. He says it’s because he loves me so much. I say it’s because he needs me to cook for him because Paul could burn water. Sometimes it feels like I’m living someone else’s life, like this is all a dream. Living in a mansion in Orange County, California, married to the Adonis that is my husband, not having to get up and work 9-5 every day. I’m very fortunate to have everything I could ever need at my fingertips. I didn’t grow up with all this. I came from an average, middle-class family. But when I met Paul in college, everything changed. We’ve been together for nine years now, and I’m still not used to this lifestyle. I don’t think I ever will be. As I scoop the egg-white-and-spinach omelet with hash browns into the glass container, Paul struts back into the kitchen, dressed to perfection in his navy suit. I hand him his lunch bag, his breakfast, and his coffee mug. He presses his lips to the top of my head. “Thanks, gorgeous. I’ll see you tonight.” “Have a good day.” “Be good, poop breath,” he calls over his shoulder. Maverick barely lifts his head from where he’s sprawled out by the back door, bathing in the sunspot. The dog-life of Riley. When I hear the click of the front door, a long exhale whooshes out of me. I want to walk upstairs and climb right back into bed, but if I’m going to make things better, I have to start by looking the part. So instead, I drag myself up the stairs and into the bathroom. It’s been a while since I’ve cared about my appearance. Been a while since I’ve cared about anything other than becoming a mother. Fake it ‘til you make it, they say. Flipping on the lights, I shimmy out of my pajama shorts and tear the camisole over my head. I suck in a sharp breath when my eyes land on my reflection in the mirror for the first time this morning. My stomach clenches at the sight of the dark-purple splotches along my left bicep, memories of last night flooding my vision. Damn you, Maverick. I wanted to stay in bed today. I blink away the hot tears before they get the chance to brim over, quick to replace the weak emotion with logic. Paul drank too much last night, and everything we’ve been holding in for the last three years came to a head. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get to that point. I shouldn’t have spoken up. I’ll do better. It won’t happen again. Needing a plan rather than wallowing in self-pity, I examine the span of the bruising and mentally scour through my wardrobe for the right sweater. Hopefully, today will be brisk enough to wear one without drawing attention to myself. Even if the weather’s hot, I could get away with wearing one of my cardigans with three-quarter-length sleeves. Shouldn’t be too conspicuous. Deep breath in through the nose, and out through the mouth. Maverick. California king bed. Walk-in closet. Dream kitchen. Yard with a pool. Mercedes. “I’m fine,” I tell my reflection. “Everything’s fine.” I twist the lever in the shower and step under the waterfall, letting the warm water cascade over my skin. By the time I lather and rinse, the urge to cry is gone and I can breathe easy again. Wrapping the towel around myself, I swing open the bathroom door and head to my closet. My pale-yellow sweater covers the mess on my arm, and I leave it unbuttoned over my white-and-yellow floral maxi dress. I spend thirty minutes lining my eyelids, curling my lashes, and passing the flatiron over my blond waves, taming it the way I know Paul prefers it. With my armor in place, I square my shoulders in the mirror and heave a sigh. “Good as new.” At the sound of my sandals clunking down the stairs, my overeager dog gallops toward the front door. “Ready for your walk, Mav?” He woofs and spins in a circle. I’m clipping his leash onto his collar when a loud boom echoes outside. My shoulders jolt, and Maverick jumps to scratch at the door, barking like a madman. “Are we starting with the fireworks already?” The Fourth of July isn’t for another week. Plus, it’s nine o’clock in the morning. I push the sheer cream curtain aside and peer out the window. A white pickup truck rolls to a stop in front of Josie’s house across the street. Well, there are visible areas of white paint—the truck was white at one time—surrounded by burnt-orange rust spots eating away at the metal. The bed of the truck is covered by a blue tarp, securing the contents underneath with a yellow bungee cord. Thick, black smoke billows from the exhaust pipe, trailing all the way down the block. The truck pops again as it idles, sending Maverick into another barking fit. “All right, bud. Enough.” I reach down to pat his head, keeping my nose glued to the windowpane. The driver’s door swings open, and a man steps out. A navy-blue baseball cap sits on his head, pulled down low over his eyes. His plain white T-shirt, which looks more like an undershirt, is wrinkled and smudged with brown stains. His jeans are ripped—not the kind of rips people pay for—and equally as filthy as his shirt. He strides around the front bumper and up the walkway that leads to Josie’s backyard. “He must be the new landscaper.” Maverick cocks his head to the side as if he’s listening to me. Josie’s Lexus isn’t in her driveway, so I find it strange that she’d give a stranger the passcode to get in through her back gate. Maybe she left it unlocked for him before she left. Seems odd, but we’ve been desperate to find a new landscaping company after one of the workers from our old company got caught having an affair with Mrs. Nelson down the street. If Josie found someone dependable, I’m going to need his card. Paul will be thrilled. Our shrubs need trimming, and weeds are beginning to poke up through the pavers in our driveway. “Come on, bud.” I snatch my sunglasses off the entryway table and lead Maverick out the front door. Once we cross the wide street, Maverick pulls ahead of me, his nose to the ground, sniffing his way up the path of pavers. The iron gate is ajar, and Maverick continues pulling me through the opening into the backyard. The layout is like mine. Same-sized rectangular inground pool, similar patio furniture. But Josie’s yard is full of life, whereas mine has barely been touched. Squirt guns, skateboard ramps, and balls from every sport litter her grass. It’s obvious that a family lives here. Josie often complains of the mess, but I’d give anything to step on a Lego block belonging to my child. The landscaper is standing in front of the pool house with his back to me, one hand on his hip while the other tips the neck of a brown glass bottle into his mouth. So much for finding a reliable landscaper. I stop a few feet behind him, wrapping Maverick’s leash around my hand a few times to keep him from pulling me any further. “Don’t think you should be drinking on the job, sir.” The man spins around and blasts me with a scowl that sends a shiver down my spine. Under the brim of his hat, I spot a deep, disgruntled crease that lies between his dark brows. His prominent, unshaven jaw pops, clenching, as if he’s gritting through physical pain while he glares at me with piercing steel-blue eyes. The hairs on my arms lift in a whoosh of awareness, and fear slices into me. I shouldn’t have come back here alone. Maverick’s tail thumps against my leg as he leans forward to get to the stranger, clearly unfazed by the potential danger I’ve put us in. “I ... I’m sorry.” I pull Maverick back. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I live across the street.” Great idea. Tell the nice murderer where you live. He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t introduce himself. He just keeps hitting me with that unwavering glacial stare. It’s too much, too powerful to withstand, so I lower my gaze and take in the rest of him. Strong shoulders span wide, adding to his towering height. His shirt is taut around his upper-body. The muscles in his arms are well-defined striations, more than just swollen biceps and triceps. He’s carved from stone, detailed and unforgiving. A work of art that people travel from all over to stand in front of in admiration. This man is beautiful. Then again, that’s probably what every woman said about Ted Bundy right before he killed them. I should leave. Flee back to the safety of my home. But I’m frozen, sucked in by the enigmatic energy surging around him like a tornado of rage and agony. And I’m standing right in his path. I swallow, my throat thick with apprehension. “I, uh, we’re in need of a new landscaper. I saw you come back here and figured I’d come ask for your card.” I swallow again, my gaze flicking to the beer bottle glinting in the sunlight. “It’s a little early to be drinking, don’t you think? I mean, you shouldn’t be impaired while operating heavy machinery. Don’t want to lose a foot in the lawn mower.” I choke out a laugh, desperate to make light of the situation, but it comes out strangled and strained. The man doesn’t laugh with me. He doesn’t crack a smile. Not sure his facial muscles would know how if he tried to. One massive hand is curled at his side, as if he’s gripping the leash on his composure, his self-control ready to snap. “You’ve got some nerve coming back here like this.” The man’s voice is gruff with a sharp edge, like he gargles with a throatful of razors every morning. My eyebrows lift in a flash of irritation. “Me? I’m a potential customer. One who wants to pay you for your landscaping services. Or I did, before I caught you getting drunk on the job.” Why am I arguing with the scary man? He folds his arms over his chest, accentuating the corded muscles in his forearms. “And you assume I’m a landscaper because why?” “Your truck, for one.” I wave my arm in front of him. “You’re too dirty to be pool maintenance. If you were a roofer, you’d have a ladder.” I shrug like it’s simple addition. “And this isn’t your backyard, so unless you’re here to rob the place ...” My fingers touch my lips. “Oh, God. You’re not here to rob them, are you?” He edges closer, the look of disgust twisting his features—the look he’s directing at me. I lift my chin and try not to flinch. I’ve learned that flinching only makes it worse. Maverick strains against his leash, his eager nose in the air, wide eyes begging the stranger to pet him. I have to use both hands to tug him back. Some guard dog you are, Mav! This man is about to kill me, and you’re trying to sniff his crotch and make friends. The man points his index finger at me, revulsion rolling off his tongue with each syllable. “You self-righteous, pretentious little princess.” My mouth falls open, and my stomach bottoms out. “You stand there in your designer clothes, your shoes that cost more than a month’s rent, scrutinizing everyone behind your ridiculous fucking sunglasses, and you’re gonna judge me?” He shakes his head. “My clothes are dirty because I work my ass off. My truck’s a piece of shit because I have more important things to pay for. And I’m a grown-ass man, so I’ll drink whenever the fuck I feel like drinking. All you rich motherfuckers act like you’re better than people like me, but I know the sickening truth. I can lay my head down at night with a clear conscience because I’m not living a lie. I’d rather look ugly on the outside than be ugly on the inside like you.” His words pack a physical punch, hitting way too close to home. A tremor rips through me, and before I can stop it, a tear escapes from under my sunglasses. It’s time to go. “I’m sorry.” I whip around and bolt out of the backyard, dragging Maverick behind me. My legs carry me across the grass as fast as my wedges will allow. I bunch my dress in my fist, hiking it up over my knees so my strides are longer. When I reach my house, I slam the door closed behind me and press my back against it. My chest heaves as I gasp for air, my heart racing. A sob gurgles in my throat, but I swallow it down. Maverick. California king bed. Walk-in closet. Dream kitchen. Yard with a pool. Mercedes. Maverick whimpers, nudging me with his cold nose. I sink down to the floor and fling my arms around him, burying my face in the comfort of his soft fur. “It’s okay, Mav. I’m okay.” Everything’s okay. I shouldn’t have confronted him like that. It’s my fault for making him so angry. My speeding pulse returns to normal after a few minutes of deep breathing, and I push off the floor. Maverick follows me into the kitchen as I swipe my purse and my car keys off the counter. “Sorry, bud. You gotta stay here. I’m running to the store. Making a special dinner for your dad tonight.” I kiss the top of his head, and then I’m back out the door, head down, without so much as a glance at the pickup truck out front. * * * “Mmm. So good, babe.” My lips spread into a smile. “Figured I’d surprise you with your favorite dish tonight.” Paul’s hand slides across the cherry wood table, and he entwines our fingers. “I love it. Thank you.” “How was your day?” He tugs on his tie, loosening it, before popping his collar and slipping the loop over his head. “Good. Meeting went well. I think Haarburger’s going to sign with us.” “That’s great.” He dabs the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “How was therapy?” “It went well.” His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Did you, uh, tell her what we talked about last night?” “I told her about our decision to stop trying to have kids. She thinks it’s good that we’re on the same page, that we’re able to move on together.” “Not what I was referring to, Cal.” “Oh.” He’s asking if I told her about the bruises he left on my arm. I look down at my spaghetti. “No, I didn’t mention it.” “Good.” He sets his fork down beside his plate. “Because I meant what I said last night. It won’t happen again.” I nod, unsure of what he wants me to say to that. It wasn’t the first time he put his hands on me, nor was it the first time he promised that it won’t happen again. I want to call him out on that. I want to ask him why he feels the need to hurt me in order to get his point across. I want to ask him why he can’t control his temper. I want to ask him what happened to the sweet man I met in college. I want to ask him to get some help. But sometimes, silence is easier than navigating around all the egg shells lying at my feet. He picks his fork back up. “Did you call the vet?” “I did. They said to watch him when he’s in the backyard so he doesn’t get the opportunity to eat his poop.” I lift my goblet to my lips and take a long sip. “Did you ask why he’s doing this?” My stomach coils. “The, uh, the doctor said it could be due to anxiety.” “Anxiety. Like you.” “Yeah. He asked if we’ve been stressed, because dogs can pick up on our feelings.” Recognition flashes across Paul’s face, his light-brown eyes hardening. “So what did you tell him?” “I told him everything’s fine, of course. He said we could put Maverick on a low dose of anxiety medication, but I said that won’t be necessary. We’ll just watch him better when he’s outside. Won’t happen again if we keep an eye on him.” I force a smile and clasp my hands together. “Ready for dessert?” He shakes his head and pushes his chair back as he stands. “I’m going to change. Got some e-mails to send out.” “Of course. I’ll get this all cleaned up.” He’s gone before the sentence leaves my lips. Could’ve gone worse, I suppose. I release a sigh and begin stacking our plates. While I rinse off the dishes in the sink, I gaze out the window into the darkened yard. The pool house at the far end elicits the memory of the bizarre encounter in Josie’s backyard this morning. I’ve tried not to think about the rude stranger all day, but my mind keeps drifting back to him. Back to what he’d said. He was right. I’d judged him by his appearance and made an assumption based on it. Shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, though. He could’ve laughed it off like a silly misunderstanding. He didn’t need to go off on me like he did. People judge books by their covers all the time. Hell, he did the same thing with me, didn’t he? He lumped me in with the wealthy people in this neighborhood, pointing out my expensive clothes and accessories, calling me a fake without knowing anything about me. I could call him a jerk and chalk it up to him being mean. But his words carry weight. I am a fake. I am living a lie. Who was that man, and how did he read me so easily? More importantly, does Josie know that someone was in her yard today? I dry my hands on a dishtowel and dig through my purse to find my phone. Before I can tap out a text, I spot one already waiting in my inbox. When I click on it and read the words that pop up on the screen, my hand clamps over my mouth. Josie: So I heard you met my brother this morning.
About the Author:Kristen Granata is a teacher by day, and an (exhausted) author by night. Known for writing emotional New Adult Romance, she loves creating realistic, flawed characters who struggle through the darkest parts of life and come out stronger on the other side. Kristen is a self-proclaimed "bitter cynic trapped in a hopeless romantic's body." Her characters pack a sarcastic punch, make you laugh, make you think, make you ugly cry - and they will always live happily ever after. If you're a lover of moving, inspirational reads, Kristen's your girl. Kristen was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1986. She moved to Staten Island with her family and lived there for almost twenty years. There she attended community college and became a teacher. Despite her passion for writing, and despite her professors strongly suggesting she become a writer, she took the more sensible route (bitter cynic, remember?) After going through a difficult divorce when she was only twenty-nine, Kristen returned to writing. The raw story that poured out of her led her to publish her debut novel, Collision, in March of 2018. Soon after in August 2018, the sequel, Avoidance, was published. Her third novel, The Other Brother, released in April 2019. Kristen openly shares her mental health struggles with depression and anxiety with her Instagram following. Her message is a beacon of hope to anyone who is suffering: You are not alone. She delicately weaves this theme into her writing, and demonstrates the ability of love to heal trauma. When she's not teaching or writing, Kristen is reading, Instagramming, indulging in her messy love affair with popcorn, and annoying her wife and step-daughters by incessantly singing along to The Greatest Showman soundtrack.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
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A Romantic Suspense | Coming August 18, 2020
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Book Blurb:Even in paradise, danger lurks… When Makayla Evans discovers that her employer — a pharmaceutical trailblazer — is dabbling in Dark Pharma, she barely has time to process the information before her conventional life is ripped away. In one breath she's standing in her New York office; in the next, she's waking up in the middle of a Central American desert. With no way to escape or call for help, she realizes a terrifying truth. She has vanished… without a trace. For former Marine Kellan James, working private security on Costa Rica's La Isla Azul — The Blue Island — is a dream job. But his peace is disrupted when an old friend calls with a nearly impossible task: track down a woman kidnapped by a dangerous drug cartel. When Kellan finally finds Makayla, she's in bad shape, but she's alive. Now he just has to keep her that way… Finding refuge on a remote island with a kind, handsome Marine is not how Makayla expected her nightmare to end. As the days turn to months, Makayla and Kellan develop an unbreakable bond, falling in love with the island, and with each other. But they can't hide forever. Because even in paradise, danger lurks…
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:Robin has been dreaming up book boyfriends since before she ever had one. A career, a husband and three kids later, she’s still hopelessly addicted to love stories that make her swoon. Robin is an extroverted introvert with an unhealthy dependency on her horoscope and a knack for plotting emotionally charged romance novels on her way to work, where she spends her days as a hospital director. She loves the ocean, thunderstorms, coffee, wine and Tim Riggins. She hates turtlenecks, chunky jewelry, kitchen gadgets and high heels, though she begrudgingly wears them often. She also has an aversion to extreme cold, which is why after a four year stint in the Northeast, she returned home to Florida where she’s living happily ever after.
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Thursday, July 9, 2020
Today we have the release day blitz for Ciara Knight’s IF YOU LOVE ME! Check out the release events and order your copy today!
Title: IF YOU LOVE ME
Author: Ciara Knight
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About If You Love Me:Ex-Army sergeant, Drew Lancaster demands order, but when he’s thrust into small-town politics involving crazy elders and a manipulative mayor he finds himself submerged in chaos. His only hope to navigate the strange rules of the town comes from a distractingly beautiful, mess of a woman - Carissa Donahue. As a small town girl, Carissa lives her life on a whim and a prayer. Even in the kitchen she never uses a recipe, yet her sweets are known as the best throughout the South. She has no desire to be a part of Drew’s show, but she knows it’s the town’s best option to increase tourism during a troubling economic time. If there wasn’t an upturn, she’d have to close her bakery. She can’t lose it. Owning a bakery has been her lifelong dream, and her focus since her best friend ran away with her fiancé. The icing on the project for Drew is that a colleague has promised him a spot working at a real film network if Drew can spend time with Carissa and not fall in love. Drew isn’t sure he can resist the one person he’d never date under different circumstances, nor is he sure he wants to. Can Drew convince Carissa she can trust him enough to open her heart?
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Exclusive Excerpt:“Drew Lancaster? His name even sounds like a pompous jerk.” Stella grunted for extra emphasis. “If we can’t meet for five minutes, then how can we work together for five months?” “Listen, I realize these corporate types need to be treated as if they’re everything in the world, so don’t worry about it. I’ll just send him to Tabitha,” Ms. Horton said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Like a toddler still on a pacifier,” Stella muttered under her breath. She protested too much, which meant she needed this more than she would admit. They all knew her business was struggling the most in recent years. And even after all this time, as much as Carissa held so much resentment toward Jackie, she still couldn’t let the rest of her childhood friends lose to their arch enemies. No way would she allow them to win this program. Maybe if she spoke to this exec, she could convince him to start with one of the other girls first…another of the Fabulous Five. “Fine, I’ll meet with the glorified party planner.” Carissa realized that Jackie had a point. She did sound more like Stella than herself today. Good, maybe it was time for Carissa to give up her sweet-doormat title. It was time to take a walk and cool off before she met with this Drew character, so she turned on her heels and smacked into something hard and large. She rubbed her nose free of sting and blinked up at a perfect stranger. Perfect height, perfect hair, perfect lips. “You okay there?” His deep voice closed in around her. Space. That’s what she needed. She moved away and took a breath. A breath of Ode de Mysterious with an undertone of trouble. After a moment, she managed to turn her January gloom into a friendly welcome. “Yes, I am now. Thank you. Sorry. Who are you?” He quirked an attitude-changing grin at her. “I’m the pompous, glorified party planner, toddler, stuck-on-a-pacifier Drew Lancaster.”
About Ciara Knight:Ciara Knight is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author, who writes clean and wholesome romance novels set in either modern day small towns or wild historic old west. Born with a huge imagination that usually got her into trouble, Ciara is happy she’s found a way to use her powers for good. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too.
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Tuesday, July 7, 2020
Today we have the cover reveal for The Trouble with Wanting by Jillian Liota! Check out the gorgeous cover and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
Title: THE TROUBLE WITH WANTING
Author: Jillian Liota
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 20th
About The Trouble With Wanting:Ruby Roberts is heading to Cedar Point to connect with the father who left her behind. Easy conversation with the handsome man sitting next to her isn’t what she’s expecting from her cross-country flight, but it’s not something she’s complaining about, that’s for sure. Boyd Mitchell is flying home for some end-of-summer relaxation and time with his favorite people – his family. A talkative seat-mate that pulls him out of his shell is the last thing he wants, but he can’t seem to resist her charm. When Boyd and Ruby end up in the same lakeside town, their banter and flirtation quickly become a steamy fling that leaves them both breathless. Neither of them are expecting to find a romance that has them both reconsidering everything they used to believe about love. As their time in Cedar Point comes to an end, the two will have to decide whether they want their connection to turn into a real-world relationship, or whether wanting more is nothing but trouble.
About Jillian Liota:Jillian Liota is a new author writing contemporary romance and new adult fiction. She lives in Kailua, Hawaii with her amazing husband, 2 cats, and 3-legged pup. She is the author of the new adult romance novel The Keeper, which focuses on a female college soccer goalie, as well as the follow up novella, Keep Away. Her newest release, Like You Mean It, is in the contemporary romance genre and has a more mature voice, as it follows a pregnant mother finding love in a new town. The next novel in the Like You Series, Like You Want It, will be published in Spring 2019 She has a master’s in Higher Education and Student Affairs, and she is passionate about all things improvement, development and organization. She’s also a big fan of taking walks with her husband and dog Maia, reading romance (obviously), watching a handful of horrible reality TV shows, and exploring the island she calls home. Check out her Contact page for more information on how to connect.
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Thursday, June 11, 2020
Today we have the release day blitz for THE BREAKUP BUCKET LIST by Cassie Cross! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: The Breakup Bucket List
Author: Cassie Cross
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Breakup Bucket List:Ever since Lindsay Castillo was a little girl, she dreamed about living in Port City. As an adult, she learns the difficult lesson that dreams aren’t always what they’re cracked up to be. With a broken heart, an apartment full of boxes and a moving company booked, Lindsay jots down everything she wants to do before she leaves Port City and heads back home to start over. She has a month to mark off everything on The Breakup Bucket List. Evan Roberts is doing his best to live up to the high expectations that come along with having his last name. As Port City royalty, he’s been following a strict path to success since the day he was born. He’s looking for a little fun—something to shake up the monotony of his life—when he runs into Lindsay. He’s captivated by her and welcomes the challenge of helping her complete her bucket list. It doesn’t take much convincing for Lindsay to agree; there are some things she wants to do before she moves that only someone with Evan’s access can help her with. What starts off as a simple partnership grows into more as Lindsay and Evan race against the clock and Lindsay’s moving day draws closer…
Exclusive Excerpt:The question startles me so badly that I kick my shoes right off my feet. I sit up quickly, pressing my hand against my chest to make sure my heart is still somewhere inside my body instead of flopping around on my blanket. Handsome impostor picks up my shoes, placing them neatly beside me. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he says with a smile that brings out this dimple in his cheek that makes him almost too cute to be mad at. “You scared me, too.” “That’s okay,” I say attempting to catch my breath and sound unaffected at the same time. “I guess I thought I was the only trespasser up here.” He laughs. “You are.” He tugs on the badge that’s attached to the lanyard that’s hanging around his neck. I lean in close enough to read it. It has the logo of the company on the background, along with what has to be the world’s best ID photo, and his name. Which is Evan Roberts. Okay, so my somewhat calmed heart is racing again. “Evan Roberts of the Roberts Industries? Or is that just a happy coincidence.” “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid.” He’s trying to be friendly, but I’m worried this is some kind of an act to get me booked on misdemeanor trespassing charges. “How do I know you’re you and not someone who’s just claiming to be you?” He grins, and that damned dimple comes rushing back. “You don’t think I’m me?” “I’m appropriately skeptical, I think.” “Would you like me to have a background check run on…myself?” It’s a tempting offer, but… “I think I would like a third party of my choosing to check up on you. To make sure you are who you say you are and also to make sure you’re not a creep.” That surprises a laugh out of him. He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Please do. I can provide references if you’d like.”
About Cassie:Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80’s sitcoms.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Today we have the release day blitz for Danielle Pay’s contemporary romance, Taking Her Chase! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Taking Her Chase
Author: Danielle Pays
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Taking Her Chase:He's in love with his best friend. She's dating his number one suspect. What could go wrong? Harmony Brose can't stop fantasizing about her best friend. After a few drinks, she took a risk. She asked Chase to kiss her. It was the best kiss of her life. Until he jumped up and left, breaking her heart. Officer Chase Harvey had thought about kissing Harmony for years but never crossed that line until that night. Fearing Harmony was drunk, he had to cut it off until he was sure she truly wanted him. Apparently she didn't, because Harmony just started dating the new man in town. Chase doesn't have time to waste on regrets. A woman vanished from their small town and he'll do whatever is necessary to solve the case. When evidence points to the new man, Chase must follow the lead. It has nothing at all to do with the fact the man is dating Harmony... Now he has to decide. Is he willing to risk losing the woman he loves in order to protect her?
Exclusive Excerpt:Harmony answered her phone. “Good afternoon.” “Hey, sexy.” Even through the phone, this man’s voice caused her to squeeze her thighs together. “Will you be working all night?” “Actually no. That’s why I called. I’ll be done in about two hours. Do you want to hang out?” Yes! “That sounds good,” she said casually. “All right. I can swing by and pick you up.” “I’m at Lauren’s. Can you pick me up here?” He chuckled, and she could imagine the lines by his eyes when he smiled. “You two having happy hour?” “Yep.” “All right. Just don’t get too carried away. I have plans for you later, and you’ll need your energy.” “What plans?” She took a drink of wine to keep from laughing. She knew what he was thinking but was curious what he would say when pressed. “Plans that involve my head between your thighs.” She spat out her wine. “Holy shit, Chase.” He laughed. “Too much?” She grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned up. “No, just unexpected. I guess I never really knew this side of you.” “Just thinking of you brings up so many dirty thoughts.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. And I can’t wait to share every one with you.” “You want to share some more now?” He chuckled. “I never knew you liked dirty talk.” “There is a lot you don’t know about me,” she said, hoping her voice sounded sultry. “Mmm. Is that so?” “If you play your cards right, I might let you get to know more.” He growled. “Tonight, I’m going to get to know you really well, babe. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” “I’m looking forward to it.” She ended the call. “Damn that man!” “Someone has it bad.” Lauren walked into the room, carrying a bowl. “Yeah. I do.”
About the Author:Danielle Pays writes steamy romance novels with a touch of suspense. When not trying to write her characters into some kind of trouble, she can be found guzzling coffee at her kids’ soccer games. Black coffee is a requirement as she lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Today we are excited to share the release of THE MARRIAGE GAME by Sara Desai! This is a sexy, romantic comedy that you won't want to miss.
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Book Blurb:One of Oprah Magazine's Most Anticipated Romances of 2020 A high stakes wager pits an aspiring entrepreneur against a ruthless CEO in this sexy romantic comedy. After her life falls apart, recruitment consultant Layla Patel returns home to her family in San Francisco. But in the eyes of her father, who runs a Michelin starred restaurant, she can do no wrong. He would do anything to see her smile again. With the best intentions in mind, he offers her the office upstairs to start her new business and creates a profile on an online dating site to find her a man. She doesn’t know he’s arranged a series of blind dates until the first one comes knocking on her door… As CEO of a corporate downsizing company Sam Mehta is more used to conflict than calm. In search of a quiet new office, he finds the perfect space above a cozy Indian restaurant that smells like home. But when communication goes awry, he's forced to share his space with the owner's beautiful yet infuriating daughter Layla, her crazy family, and a parade of hopeful suitors, all of whom threaten to disrupt his carefully ordered life. As they face off in close quarters, the sarcasm and sparks fly. But when the battle for the office becomes a battle of the heart, Sam and Layla have to decide if this is love or just a game.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:Sara Desai has been a lawyer, radio DJ, marathon runner, historian, bouncer and librarian. She lives on Vancouver Island with her husband, kids and an assortment of forest creatures who think they are pets. Sara writes sexy romantic comedy and contemporary romance with a multicultural twist. When not laughing at her own jokes, Sara can be found eating nachos. Visit Sara at www.saradesai.com.
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Monday, June 8, 2020
Today we are celebrating the release of the newest romantic suspense title from New York Times Bestselling Author Toni Anderson! COLD WICKED LIES is a Cold Justice Crossfire novel and it is available now. Add the book to Goodreads and follow Toni for exclusive updates.
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Book Blurb:A young woman is found murdered on a remote mountainside, and top FBI Negotiator Charlotte Blood must go head-to-head with her stubborn, sexy, Hostage Rescue Team counterpart to unravel the mystery. When blame falls on a secretive survivalist group, the stakes turn deadly…and Charlotte discovers that she’s the one tangled in COLD WICKED LIES. The newest riveting thriller by New York Times bestselling author Toni Anderson.
Toni Anderson writes award-winning, bestselling, FBI Romantic Thrillers. She is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, RITA® finalist, science nerd, professional tourist, dog lover, gardener, mom. Anderson's books have won the Readers' Choice Award, Aspen Gold, National Excellence in Romance Fiction, Book Buyers' Best.
Originally from a small town in Shropshire, England, Toni studied Marine Biology at University of Liverpool (B.Sc.) and University of St. Andrews (Ph.D.) with the intention she'd never be far from the ocean. Well, that plan backfired and she ended up in the Canadian prairies with her biology professor husband, two kids, a rescue dog, and a laid-back leopard gecko.
Toni started writing while pregnant with her first child and never stopped. Her greatest achievements are mastering the Tokyo subway, climbing Ben Lomond, snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef, and surviving fifteen Winnipeg winters (fingers crossed). She loves to travel for research purposes and was lucky enough to visit the Strategic Information and Operations Center inside FBI Headquarters in Washington, D.C. in 2016. She also got to shove another (police) car off the road during pursuit training at the Writer’s Police Academy. Basically she has way too much fun!
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There's more coming in Kennedy L. Mitchell's Power Play series with the release POWER SURGE on June 22nd. Check out the cover and blurb and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
About POWER SURGE
Everything has changed, and not for the better. The not-so-perfect life I had as VP is gone, along with the team that’s been by my side each step of my political journey. Every move I make, every breath and thought, now affects millions, and the weight wears me down without Trey as a welcomed distraction.
They tell me war is coming, and I’m the one who has to stop it. But how is the question no one can answer. Past enemies lurk in the shadows while new ones hide in plain sight, stalking, watching, and waiting for the right moment to take me out. I need Trey back. I need them all by my side and ready to fight for me.
Can I undo the mess that my predecessor left in his wake, or will I break under the burden to save the world?
No pressure, right?
Power Surge is the fourth book in the five-book Power Play series and is a continuation of Randi and Trey’s epic love story. The books in this series cannot be read as standalones. All five books follow one main couple's relationship as it grows through a five-year time period. It's suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If you're a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren, then this series is for YOU!
About KENNEDY L. MITCHELL
Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | BookBub | Amazon | Newsletter | Instagram | Twitter | BookBub | Amazon | Newsletter