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The Mood for Trouble by Wynter S.K – Book Tour + #Giveaway

02/02/17

The Mood for Trouble
Agent Provocateur Book 1
by Wynter S.K
Genre: Romantic Suspense
It takes a special blend of insanity and courage to answer the call to
become a United States federal agent. CIA officer Charlotte “Chase”
Moreno is equal parts crazy and brave, which, when combined properly,
creates one kick-ass, dead-shot, often reckless spy.
Chase and sexy, roughneck DEA Special Agent Jonathan Harper are forced to
work together to bring down an international drug and weapons
syndicate, and there’s one problem: they can’t stand each other.
But when he comes to her rescue on their first mission together, it’s
impossible for either of them to deny their growing feelings, or the
heat that’s boiling just beneath the surface between them. But one
sizzling, unforgettable night between them in Sin City might have
just changed the tide–forever.
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I stepped into the elevator, taking a silent breath in through my nose, deep to the bottom of my lungs. Her warm citrusy scent immediately filled my nose, filled the entire elevator. I slipped a finger into the open collar of my shirt and tugged. It was unnecessary and pointless, but reflexive. I couldn’t breathe.

Chase cleared her throat, staring at the screen above the button panel as it counted down the floors to the lobby. I glanced over at her. Her nervousness was evident in every line of her, from the rigid hold of her shoulders to the tight grip on her clutch purse. The hot tension in the tiny space that made my blood roar in my ears and my heart sledgehammer against my ribs was palpable, and she was feeling it too. I knew she was.

Suddenly, she turned her head, her eyes instantly finding mine and holding them. The roar in my ears became deafening in my head as my mouth flooded with saliva, my hands clenching into fists inside pockets.

One more second, and I will throw her against that wall.

As if she could read my mind, her pupils dilated and her mouth opened. I could hear, loud and clear, the shaky exhale of a deep breath between those luscious lips of hers.

As if on autopilot, one of my hands slipped from my pocket as I turned to face her head on. A soft growl that rumbled deep in my chest took even me by surprise as I stepped nearer.

“Harper,” she whispered.

The elevator pinged as it reached the lobby. The doors slid smoothly apart.

Bloody fucking hell. I stood back, clenching my jaw, letting her walk out before me, as I took another deep breath. I felt like I’d just been possessed by some powerful, unseen force that had been on the cusp of turning me into a slavering beast that could only be sated by ravishing insanely beautiful women.

I stared at Chase’s back as I followed her. The back of the dress was several rows of wide, light pink straps from the bottom of her shoulder blades to her waist, offering flashes of smooth, tanned skin between each strap.

Just one insanely beautiful woman…

 

Wynter S.K. is her name, and razor-sharp romance is her game. She considers
herself a pioneer of the notion that crème brûlée is a good source
of calcium, and has the uncanny ability to explain to you, in detail,
why wine is basically salad. She’s turned vocal novelizations of
her favorite TV shows (Supernatural, anyone?) into a drinking game,
and frequently laughs herself into asthma attacks.
She’s mom to two furry kids, the Pushy Pomeranian and the Contemptuous Cat.
Oh, and you know those idealized, Alpha male, “book boyfriend”
types we all love that are super tough and sweet and hot, all in one
unfair and unrealistic package? Yeah, she’s married to one. He’s
a cop and a U.S. Army soldier, and after over a dozen years together,
he still makes her heart go ka-thump.
Wynter S.K. is a romantic suspense writer, with a special emphasis on
strong, heart-of-gold, gruff Alpha males and butt-kicking heroines—no
damsels in distress over here! Her favorite pairings are two souls
drawn together under crazy circumstances and recognize their soul’s
counterpart in the other. Mutual healing, painful growth, and of
course, lots of red-hot romps.
Wynter lives for the happily-ever-after, but if, and only if, it follows a
hard-wrought battle. Wynter loves to (figuratively, of course) stab
readers in the heart before making it all better again, so all you
have to do is trust her to tell you a good story, and strap yourself
in—it’s going to be one hell of a ride.
 
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The Guardian by Amber Malloy – Book Tour

02/02/17

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The Guardian
Las Vegas Tales
Book 1
Amber Malloy

ASIN: B01MS3SHGN

Genre: Action Adventure, Suspense, Guilty Pleasures, Interracial, Multicultural

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Book Description:

Jack Stone has inherited his family’s casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he doesn’t play his cards right, he’ll end up dead.

When his high school sweetheart drops back into his life, Jack’s got an even tougher decision — should he trust the beauty with his life and heart — again? This time he’s hoping the odds are in his favour.

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Excerpt: Copyright ©2017 Amber Malloy

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The last remains of the Vegas nightlife surrounded his bar, where the showgirls from the Bellagio ignored last call. Jack Stone cleaned off the glasses with a smile. He had no choice; this town was a world of its own. Only in Las Vegas would a baby shower at the witching hour be acceptable. The star act of the Night Review was not blessing a new life with just any old nightclub but one where old Hollywood had once clamored to get in.
“To Mindy, for getting out of the dance race before she got tossed out on her pregnant ass!” The pack of Amazons cheered at their captain’s toast.

“Last ones, lovelies,” Jack called out. “It’s time to go.”

“Aw, come on, Jack, one more?” they whined practically in unison.

“Sorry, girls, the big boss would have my head if he knew I kept us open this late.”

“We could only make it over after the show.” The tallest of the tribe reached across the dark bar to touch his shoulder. “I’m sure you can pull a few strings.”

Jack kept his smile firmly in place, without allowing them to know he was immune to their charm. “Last one,” he repeated with a wink to soften the blow.

“Okay, you win.” Still sparkly from her performance earlier, the replacement showgirl took her Peppermint Schnapps down like a pro. “What do you say to dinner tomorrow night after last curtain?”

Since his return to Vegas three years ago, this was the same song and dance he went through nightly. He was hip deep in friends with benefit offers. At first he indulged in the available pool of beauties, a distraction from his true mission. It would have been easy to keep going, but the sexy woman who had just stepped into Pauline’s consumed his mind and heart.

Lena Mercier walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places, she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.

“Thanks for the drinks!” The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of giggles.

“You’ve got something of mine, Jack,” Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair fell in a swoop in front of her right eye — a sophisticated cut that showcased her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still aggravated him.

He wiped down the deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in front of him. “Just put your lips together and blow.”

She gave him a cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction. Lena’s Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.

Since he never tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. “Nightcap?” Happy to see his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention with the dog.

“Sorry, Jack, I’m beat.”

“You want to talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners.” He nudged to get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they’d spent more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn’t believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up in his life.

“If only that were true.” Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.

“We’re not good listeners?” He wished she would stay and keep him company.

“No,” she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night, “the part where you’re just the bartender.”

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About the Author:

Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.

Amber loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.ambermalloy.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authambermalloy 

Website: http://ambermalloy.blogspot.com/

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