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Sunset Reads by D.C. Triana – Book Tour + #Giveaway

06/02/17

Sunset Reads: William & Cristina
A Sunset Reads Novel Book 1
by D.C. Triana
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Within the doors of Sunset Reads William Jameson has come home to take over
his mother’s New York publishing house after her death. He’s
ready to turn things around when an electrifying encounter with the
company’s sexy bestselling author makes him change his priorities
to more sensual plans. While his cruel stepfather has decided he
wants control of the company, William tries to remain focused as
images of soft brown eyes and sensual lips continue to keep him up at
night.
Cristina Cruz suddenly finds herself with part ownership of Sunset Reads. Not
only has the previous owner left her with part of the publishing
house, but also at the mercy of her son William, the company’s
handsome new CEO, who seems to be determined to drive her crazy. Not
only is he annoyingly attractive, but his alluring blue eyes continue
to send shivers down her spine. Working side by side with him becomes
all the more torturous as his enticing looks and their heated
encounters send her senses reeling.
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Opening the door slowly she peeked her head in. “Mr. Jameson, Miss Cruz is here to see you.”

“Yes, yes, I was expecting her eventually.”

Cristina walked through the door, feeling confident in herself and her work. “Were you now?”

He stood up and his long lean body stretched out to enhance every muscle beneath his fitted, black suit. Her confidence suddenly managed to waver and she took in a deep breath and found a way to compose herself. She stood straighter and forced herself to act professional.

Stop ogling him Cristina, he is the enemy and you are a renowned author, get your shit together! She forced herself to look at the deep blue eyes that had been so rude to her moments before.

He stood in front of her, his hand outreached. “Sorry about before Miss Cruz. It truly is a pleasure to meet my favorite author.”

Cristina stood there, staring at this sexy god, not knowing whether to slap him or drape herself around him. She blinked twice, and grabbed his hand in a strong shake. Electricity poured through every cell of her body as his warm hand enveloped hers. She told herself to remember to breathe. “So, you are Mr. Jameson. I’m sorry, but all I know of you, is your last name.”

Cristina’s thoughts went back to her romance novels, when the heroine meets the man of her dreams and everything goes perfectly well, and she knows exactly what to say and how to react… Well, it’s not true. It usually goes down right sour, even though his hand feels warm and strong and he drips sexiness and charm.

He laughed at her comment, an almost unrealistic sound that would send tingles down the spine of any hot blooded woman. “Yes well, you wouldn’t know me. You are far too important to notice a man like myself unless you considered reading Forbes Magazine and Business Journal every once in awhile.”

Was that a quip? She smirked. “I suppose if those matters intrigued me, I would know you. Yet, if you were that important you would have not only been mentioned, but written one of those articles yourself.”

He laughed again. “You are everything Adele said you would be and more.” He let go of her hand, taking its warmth with him. “Please, have a seat.” He walked back to his desk and hit the intercom. “Miss Arias, if you would please be so kind to bring in two coffees, I take mine black. Miss Cruz?”

“No thank you Daisy, I’ll just be a minute,” she answered, averting his gaze by focusing on the intercom in front of her.

He sat down, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning forward giving her a glimpse of a strong, tanned neckline and well-developed muscles. She stared for a moment and then blinked trying to glance around the office instead of at him.

“What can I help you with today, Miss Cruz?” he asked, bringing her out of her stupor.

She cleared her throat and forced to herself to look straight at him. “Well, I’d like to know why suddenly I get limitations and deadlines placed upon me?”

He nodded. “I understand why you might be upset, Miss Cruz, but this can only benefit you.”

“And you…you do understand, Mr. Jameson, that if I am forced into a short deadline, I am being forced to produce half assed work.”

He nodded. “Honestly, Miss Cruz, I didn’t feel you could ever possibly produce less than wonderful work.”

“Flattery will not get you anywhere Mr. Jameson…”

“Will,” he replied suddenly.

She paused. “I’m sorry?”

“My name is William, I go by Will, I prefer my colleagues call me that.”

She stopped and stared at him for a moment, her mouth slightly ajar in confusion. She shook her head. “Yes…ok, Will…the reason I am here is because I need an extension.”

“And why is that, Miss Cruz?” The deep tone of his voice vibrating in what seemed like fake concern.

Seemingly flustered, she tried to explain… “My inspiration…I am having trouble…I can’t concentrate.”

“Are you telling me you have writer’s block, Miss Cruz?”

“Yes…no…yes, and stop calling me by my last name!” Suddenly feeling aggravated by him, she pressed a forefinger to her temple.

“Oh… and how would you like to be called?”

Shocked, Cristina stared at him; his eyes almost looked endearing, like a small child’s. “Crissy…” she whispered nonsensically.

“Crissy…” he whispered back and smiled. “I can work with that. Well then, Crissy, how long of an extension were you looking for?”

“I’m not sure, deadlines make me flustered and I don’t like them. I don’t work well under them, it’s one of the reasons I chose to work with this publishing company….”

“And are you aware, Miss…Crissy, that because of our lack of deadlines, this company may collapse.” His voice held a slightly serious undertone to it causing Cristina to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

“I doubt very much….”

“I am not finished,” he said sternly.

She paused, and stared at him in astonishment as he stood and walked to the far side of the office, proceeding to actually pour himself a drink. A drink! In the middle of the day?! Cristina realized that no matter how handsome he was, Adele was right, he truly was a conniving bastard, a truly slimy businessman who was used to getting his way.

“Neither was I.” Her voice sounding stronger and louder than she meant it to be. Standing up, she walked over towards him.

If he wants to play hardball, then he needs to be prepared for what’s coming.

She stood straighter, coming to stand in front of him. “Now, are you going to give me a drink or will I have to serve it myself?”

William’s eyes widened and he looked at her…then down at the bottle. He slowly handed her the glass he held and proceeded to pour another. Cristina held her breath and took a sip, the dark liquid unexpectedly heating up her insides. She managed not to cough and set the glass down, reaching out for her purse. “As I was saying, Mr. Jameson, I don’t work well under pressure. I’m well aware of your status here, but I also know you are well aware of mine. So I suggest you buy me some time unless you want to lose your best author.”

She went to leave, but quickly turned back around, wanting to get one last glimpse of the handsome man. “And Mr. Jameson, I hope next time you’ll be able to offer me a better drink.”

He smiled at her, a real smile that lit his face up. She quickly stepped out and walked away before she lost her nerve. Cristina felt good as she closed the door behind her, like she had won a battle. There was absolutely no way a man, let alone that man, would place any restrictions on her work. She refused to abide by them and she would make sure he understood it if he wanted to keep her. Her confidence remained strong, that is…until she reached the elevator doors and was stopped by Daisy, his receptionist. Astonished, Cristina watched as the pretty, petite, brunette came running up to her.

 

Sunset Reads: Damian & Layla
A Sunset Reads Novel Book 2
One year.
It’s been one year since Agent Damian Trent left for Washington without a
word.
One year since he’s seen her beautiful face.
One year since he’s heard his name on her lips.
He’s been recently called back to New York City on assignment, to catch a
criminal who’s trying to infiltrate Sunset Reads. The last thing he
expects is to work side by side with the woman he turned his back on.
Having her close is an unwanted distraction that he’s more than willing to
ignore, if only she wasn’t so damn tempting.
Everything seems under control, until a night of feverish passion has him
abandoning all thoughts of reason. Now, he will do everything in his
power to get her back, and even more so to protect her.
Layla Reece wants nothing to do with the man who left her a year ago.
The man who took her heart with him, leaving her broken.
After a year of trying to forget Damian Trent, she is finally ready to move
on.
But trying to forget him becomes a tedious task when he suddenly
reappears in her life.
Although she fights to stay away, his magnetism is too strong and she finds
herself giving into the deep timbre of his voice, and the strength
and safety of his arms.
Staying away from Damian turns out to be futile, especially when his kisses
consume her and his heart shatters the walls she spent so much time
building.
Finding herself in danger, she now has to turn to the only man she trusts to
keep her safe, but can she trust him enough to give him her heart
once again?
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As she hurried to the back of the tent, a hand reached out for her and pulled her into the bushes. Before she could let out a scream, her mouth was covered and a deep voice whispered in her ear. “Don’t scream. It’s me.”

She immediately recognized Damian’s voice and more so the feel of his body pressed against her back. He slowly turned her to face him, all the while making sure to keep her in his embrace.

Layla looked up at him with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?” she breathed. “You scared the crap out of me!” She smacked him in the arm with her purse.

“What are you doing here?” he returned.

“I work here.”

“What?”

“I’m Sunset Reads’ new PR Director.”

His brow furrowed at her news, and then his eyes traveled lower, down her throat, over her collarbone, to the low-cut of the dress and the tempting view of her full breasts. He swallowed hard and it took everything in him not to take her deeper into the park and have his way with her.

“What the hell are you wearing?” His voice came out deep and husky.

She looked down at herself, and realized that Damian had a lovely view straight down her dress. She quickly squirmed out of his grasp and took a step back. “It’s called a dress, and stop looking at me like that!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you look sexy as hell in that thing. It’s barely covering anything!”

Layla was grateful for the lack of light; that way Damian couldn’t see the bright blush on her cheeks. His eyes were all over her, but she secretly enjoyed the appreciation in them. It brought hot tingling sensations across her lower abdomen, and erased any semblance of Gus Schwartz’s dark leering glare.

She shook her head, trying to clear her lust-hazed thoughts and said slowly, “I asked you what you were doing here.”

He pressed a finger to her lips as a couple passed by and she stared at him with dark eyes. After a moment, he looked down at her. Seemingly distracted, he grazed her plump bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’m undercover,” he whispered.

A slight thrill ran up her spine and she looked around them into the dark night. “Are we in danger?”

“If Schwartz keeps staring at you like that he will be.”

“What do you care if he stares at me?”

“I care. I care a lot,” he said calmly but tightened his grip on her arms.

“You didn’t care for a whole year, Damian. What does it matter now?”

“Stay away from him, Layla, he’s not a good man.” He looked down at her once again, his eyes intense and his jaw held tight. After a long moment, he stepped around her preparing to leave.

“Wait!” she whispered, grabbing his arm.

He looked back at her, an eyebrow lifted, waiting.

She quickly released his arm. “Does William know about this?”

He shook his head. “No, and I prefer to keep it that way for now.”

“What? You have to tell him. He’s about to do business with him!”

She now had his full attention. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “They were just talking about it. William wants Skyline to manage the technological advances at Sunset Reads. We’ve set up a meeting.”

“We’ve?” he asked

“I’m the Director, Damian. Who else is going to be his contact if not me?”

Damian frowned. “I’ll talk with William, but you… I need you to remain as far away from Schwartz as possible.”

She looked behind her towards the party. “I had a feeling he couldn’t be trusted. Tell me,” she turned back to Damian, “what did he do?”

Damian shook his head, looking off into the distance as if in thought. “Nothing that can be proven yet, but I have a feeling he’s connected to someone big. Someone who can hurt William and Cristina.”

“Damian?”

He looked at her. “Just do your job and forget I was here.” He quickly went back to the party, leaving Layla alone.

“If you only knew how hard that is,” she whispered in the empty space.

D.C. Triana was born in 1982, in New York City, to Colombian Immigrant
parents. Being bullied in school made her find a healthy outlet in
writing at the age of fourteen. She now resides in Florida with her
family and shit-szu, Obi Wan, and works in Human Resources helping
others.
Being a hopeless romantic, she is a fan of Pride & Prejudice and spends
her free time reading new romance novels and supporting new authors.
She won’t miss an episode of the Walking Dead and being a huge fan of
Vampires has inspired her to dabble into the supernatural world for
her next series. It was always her dream to become an author, and
recently that dream has come true and continues to flourish. D.C.’s
debut romance novel, Sunset Reads: William & Cristina is now
available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited. It currently has a 4.5 star
review rating on Amazon & a 4.3 star rating on Good Reads. She is
currently working on her Sunset Reads four part series.
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Everything for Love by Marilyn Vix – Book Tour + #Giveaway

06/02/17


Everything For Love
Time Rogues
Books 1
Marilyn Vix
Genre: Time Travel/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Shadowcat Publishing
Date of Publication: Jan. 30, 2017
Word Count: 65K
Cover Artist: James at GoOnWrite.com
Book Description:
A “Time Traveler’s Wife” meets “Outlander”
Deidre Thompson is a timeanaut studying artists in the early 20th Century powering her time device by sex. A mysterious stranger follows her from Paris 1899 to London 1914. He saves her life which changes the timeline.
The man, Max, reveals he’s been sent by the Time Counsel to save her. Max helps Deidre on the assignment. But he is secretly in love with her, and defied the Time Counsel to save her.
The timeline change brings Deidre’s past love back to life, and she must choose between them.
 
Excerpt:
Chapter 1
Deidre climbed
the stairs to his loft and rang the bell. The door slid open. Inside, he was
waiting.
Strong, young,
and handsome, he had brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders that she
loved to flip in her fingers. His tan coat was covered with flecks of paint,
but was set off with a large, dark blue cravat. He always let his work spoil
his clothes. It was his charm. He glowed with a smile when he met her eyes.
“Deidre, my
love. What brings you to Montmartre today?”
“You,” she
answered as she walked through the doorway, pushing him back toward the bed.
“You are my
little vixen,” he said as he removed his cravat with a flick of his wrist.
“Do me a favor?
Hurry.”
He grabbed her
around the waist, but held up a hand to stall their descent onto the bed. An
expert at releasing a woman from frivolous garments, he expertly undid each of
her many pearl buttons, slowly, teasing her, as her silk dress began to fall
free. One tantalizing kiss followed another as he progressed down her until the
dress fell to the floor with a chorus of burgundy silk ruffles. After an
admiring gaze, he swung her onto the bed.
She turned to
see Philippe looking at her, his eyes focused on her bosoms as they peeked out
from the top of the tight corset, swelling with each breath she took. Though
she wanted to be free from its confines, she enjoyed teasing him with
anticipation. She rolled onto her side, her hair starting to unravel from her
pins, watching his reaction as he watched her. She smiled as he descended upon
her. “What are you looking at?”
“Something I
would love to paint.”
He lowered
himself down and kissed her gently with firm lips. She reached for his jaw
line, caressing it. Moving his hand down her leg, he slipped his fingers into
the top of one stocking and then the other, slowly rolling them down her legs,
kissing the insides of her warm thighs as he went. She reached down and pulled
on his hair, encouraging him to return. As he rose, he began to unlace her
corset, freeing her breasts, exposing her pert nipples. She caressed the front
of his chest, feeling the definition, the flatness of his belly. She stopped at
his waist, looking up with a smile.
“Should I
continue?” she whispered.

 

About the Author:
Marilyn Vix writes fast paced paranormal romances with strong females finding their HEA with hot warlocks, vampires, and time travelers. She currently lives in Northern California with her husband. This is her first full-length novel.
Marilyn is currently working on her first full-length contemporary romance, Saving My Heart and the second book in the Time Rogue series. She has a novella paranormal romance series called Beware of Warlocks with the first book entitled, Never Marry A Warlock.
For more information about her books, visit her website at: https://marilynvix.com

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