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Sacrifice of the Pawn by Lydia Michaels Book Tour + #Giveaway

16/10/17

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Sacrifice of the Pawn
Surrender Games Book 1
by Lydia Michaels
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Surrender Games follows the emotionally charged and highly erotic contemporary
romance saga, The Surrender Trilogy.
Isadora Patras has sacrificed years raising her younger siblings, Lucian and
Antoinette. As her brother and sister grow more independent, she
feels her purpose is lost. Aching to do something selfish and hungry
for a taste of the forbidden, she takes a lover—her father’s
protégé and trusted family friend, Sawyer Bishop.
In a secret affair trust is tested, respect is bartered, and reputations
are on the line. Sawyer has always been Isadora’s mentor, but now
it’s her move. She’s through being a pawn and ready to demand the
respect of a Queen.
The Surrender Games Series should be read after The Surrender Trilogy.
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Queen of the Knight
Surrender Games Book 2
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The game has changed and no player’s position is safe…
In a world of power, money, deceit, and lust, no player is exactly how
they seem. Love and trust are at stake when the game is changed and
old enemies come out of hiding, disguised as friends.
Isadora Patras must proceed wisely. After thirteen years of heartbreak and
denial, she no longer trusts her instincts. One man embodies her
past, the other could be her future, but which one holds her heart?
Isadora must choose between her family and two very different men.
Either way, her choice could cost her everything.
In a game of kings, bishops, rooks, and knights there are no guarantees.
But if Isadora wants to be a Queen, someone will have to lose.
The Surrender Games Series should be read after The Surrender Trilogy.
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The Surrender Trilogy was released in 2013. It was an Apple iBooks
Bestseller. Surrender Games is a spin-off of The
Surrender Trilogy. It is a series that features the side characters
of the trilogy and will eventually deliver each hero and heroine’s HEA.
It is highly recommended that readers read The Surrender
Trilogy BEFORE reading Surrender Games.
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Falling In
The Surrender Trilogy Book 1
Breaking Out
The Surrender Games Trilogy Book 2
Coming Home
The Surrender Games Trilogy Book 3
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Lydia Michaels is an award winning author of over 30 contemporary romance
novels. She lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderfully supportive
husband, beautiful daughter, and many crazy fur babies. If she is not
off spending time with her family you can usually find Lydia at her
computer working on her next story or hiding somewhere quiet with a
great book. She loves taking a romantic plot with steamy chemistry
and pressing the bounds of love. Her books are intellectual, erotic,
haunting, always centered on love.
Lydia Michaels’ darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy was an Apple iBooks bestseller and she
has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The
Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the
Bucks Happening Magazine three years running [2015, 2016, and 2017].
She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award.
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for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and two giveaways!
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Goodreads Giveaway

Lydia Michaels is giving away 3 autographed copies of Falling In (The
Surrender Trilogy 1) to celebrate the release of the first book in
the SURRENDER GAMES series!
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Link to Goodreads Giveaway:
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Cain by Crimson Syn -Book Tour + #Giveaway

20/09/17

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Cain
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #4
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
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Sophia Moreno is a mystery wrapped up in a gorgeous package.
She’s soft and sweet, but there’s something hidden in the depths of her
green eyes.

From the first instant my eyes held hers, I claimed her as mine.
When I finally have my hands on her, she’ll know I’m not one to play
games with.
I’ll torture her into ecstasy until she’s screaming for me to take her,
Because the god she’ll worship is one kinky mother f***er.

 

Cain Scardino is a wild man with a dominant streak
And I’m more than willing to hand myself over to his sensually erotic
instructions
He’s a sexual god with a wicked taste for the taboo
But what Cain doesn’t know is that I yearn to succumb to his dark
desires.
As he tightens his ropes on my body, he also secures them around my
heart.
He’s the only man who could take me so completely
And I’ll do anything to be tied down by him.

 

18+ Only Boys & Girls
Light BDSM- Explicit Sexual Scenes & Language
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Riggs
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #3
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I’m a sick, perverted fuck.
I want to defile the only innocent thing that exists in this god
forsaken place.
Luna is as pure as they come, eighteen, untouched, and beautiful.
But I can’t have her. It’s not right.
A woman like Luna deserves someone better than me.
But the hunger I have for her seeks control,
And I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
Jason Riggs is as hot as they come.
He’s everything I yearn for in this empty life of mine.
Hiding away in Ravenous is my only hope for a future, and I want Riggs to be
a part of it.
But he’s hiding something, something wicked and dirty.
I won’t stop until I find out his secrets.
And when I do, he’ll be all mine.
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Grayson
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #2
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She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane!
Ever since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no
to her.
My only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more
than my body.
And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She either bends to my will, or I’m walking.

 

Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But the last thing I want is to have another failed
relationship.
Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m the one in control, I’m always in control…
So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me
beg for more.
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Wolf
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #1
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Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the
man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
wolf.
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My name is Crimson Syn,
not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll
use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I
grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving
parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?
I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was
Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been
influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more
dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my
first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them.
If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas,
Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then
you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic
romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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Follow
the tour HERE
for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!
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A Daring Desire by Jeanne St. James – Release Tour + #Giveaway

08/08/17

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A Daring Desire
Dare Menage Series Book 4
by Jeanne St. James
Genre: Adult MFM Romance
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Take two defense attorneys, add one troubled NFL QB who needs them, and
what do you get? A threesome of hot, sexy conflict.


Gryff Ward made a serious mistake when he hired the hot-as-hell defense
attorney Rayne Jordan as an associate in his high-profile legal firm,
even though she’s one of the best. Now he’s struggling to keep it
professional, especially when she insists on calling him “Boss.”
Rayne’s been attracted to the firm’s top attorney ever since her interview.
And she’s well aware that calling the conservative man “Boss”
drives him crazy…in a very good way.
Add Trey Holloway, their newest client, a troubled NFL quarterback, into
the mix. Tension arises when it’s clear that both Gryff and Trey
want Rayne and Gryff is willing to fight for her. However, Trey
doesn’t hide the fact that he wants Gryff too.

 

Now Gryff’s having a hard time fighting not only his attraction to
Rayne but to another man. Even though he stubbornly refuses to admit
his deepest, darkest desires.
Then Rayne takes control. She’s determined to have them both in not only
her bed but her life, and she won’t give up until she does.

 

Note: This book in the series can be read as standalone. It includes an HEA
ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it
includes explicit sexual scenes between all three characters.
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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a best-selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha
male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave
her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was
an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel,
Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting
French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!
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Riggs by Crimson Syn -Release Tour + #Giveaway

21/07/17

Riggs
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #3
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance

I’m a sick, perverted fuck.
I want to defile the only innocent thing that exists in this god
forsaken place.
Luna is as pure as they come, eighteen, untouched, and beautiful.
But I can’t have her. It’s not right.
A woman like Luna deserves someone better than me.
But the hunger I have for her seeks control,
And I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
Jason Riggs is as hot as they come.
He’s everything I yearn for in this empty life of mine.
Hiding away in Ravenous is my only hope for a future, and I want Riggs to be
a part of it.
But he’s hiding something, something wicked and dirty.
I won’t stop until I find out his secrets.
And when I do, he’ll be all mine.
Grayson
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #2
She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane!
Ever since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no to her.
My only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more than my body.
And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She either bends to my will, or I’m walking.
Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But the last thing I want is to have another failed relationship.
Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m the one in control, I’m always in control…
So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me
beg for more.
Wolf
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #1
Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the
man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
wolf.
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My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real
name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much
more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful
education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl
ask for?
I started writing at the age of
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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Follow the tour HERE
for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!
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Backseat with the Billionaire by Lilah May – Book Tour + #Giveaway

06/07/17

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Backseat with the Billionaire
by Lilah May
Genre: Adult Billionaire Romance
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She just wants to use him for revenge.

Him.
A billionaire MMA fighter whose cocky smile and washboard abs make wet
panties drop left and right.
She thinks she wants him for
one amazing night out and end it.
Boy, did she think
wrong.
He’s about to teach her how much more she really
wants.

 

LISA
Finding out your husband’s cheating is hard.
Finding out it’s with a college girl is
even harder.
The easy part? Retribution: beating him blue
with a baseball bat and kicking him to the curb.
But it’s still not enough.
So when Bobby Carter, fresh out
of college, blows back into town with all the intensity of a
hurricane, I decide I’m not done.
Bobby’s everything my
ex-husband is not. Sexy, aggressive, and intense.
Like melt me into a puddle intense.
Who cares if I used to babysit him?
He’s a grown man, now. And I
mean, FULLY grown.
All I wanted was a night
out with him, but one taste and I’m addicted.

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BOBBY
When Lisa Howard finally gets rid of her cheating husband, I want to take
her right then and there.
I got rid of that abusive bastard and built a billion dollar empire all for her.
Nothing could satisfy my ravenous hunger but taking a bite of that sweet
little thing.
So when she offers herself up to me for one night, I’m not about to refuse.
She’s nothing like the sorority bimbos at Northfield U.
She is a real woman.
Sexy, mature, and an ass so fine I would give up my billions just for
a taste.
But I know a taste won’t be enough and
one night too short for all the dirty things I want to do to her and
that deliciously curvy body.
She’ll be mine, but not just for tonight. Forever.
This is a full-length, standalone, steamy 18+ romance. No cheating or
cliffhangers, and definitely a wonderful Happily Ever After
guaranteed.
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LISA

I had no clue what I’d do.

It’s the kind of situation you never plan

for, never expect to have to plan for. And

even if you try, even if you think you know

what you’ll do or how you’ll act, you find

out that the truth is:

You really don’t know yourself at all.

I wait, sitting in that old ratty armchair of

his. The orange one that was now stained

brown. The one he refused to throw out no

matter how much it reeked of alcohol and

cigarettes.

The pictures are still on the coffee table. I

looked them over carefully, in some twisted

morbid curiosity. The girl couldn’t be a day

over 18 and she seemed to be enjoying

herself, but in some fake, exaggerated way

like she was in a porn video or she learned

how to act when getting fucked from a porn

video. And of course, it was missionary, the

boring bastard.

I’m not thinking about anything, not

planning, not scheming. I’m not even angry.

For the first time in a long while, my head is

completely clear. Like some weird

meditation, all I do is sit and wait.

He strolls through the front door,

whistling a tune. The balls on him. Relaxed

and casual, as if he didn’t just come back

from fucking his teenage whore.

He looks at me once but doesn’t look

twice. Even though, across my lap is a silver

aluminum baseball bat. The same bat that

we’ve kept by the front door for our

protection, for just in case.

Just in case of a robbery. Just in case of a

home invasion. Just in case my scumbag

husband decides to cheat on me.

All those years, it sat unused. Until today.

I don’t know what was the last straw. The

whistling, the nonchalant way he ignored me

or maybe it was that shit-eating grin he had

plastered on his smug face.

But one second I’m sitting in the living

room and the next, I’m tackling him like a

football linebacker. Head down, shoulders

square, straight into his unsuspecting back.

He pitches forward, quite comically,

crashing to the ground in a heap. All

accompanied by a satisfactory crunch.

And as I stood over him, something dark

and violent emerged, something that wasn’t

so clean and pure. Something that I kept

buried and hidden for years as the perfect

housewife, the perfect stay at home mom.

The funny thing is, he didn’t think I

would do it. The whole time, the asshole

looked up at me and just laughed, smirking

in my face. That is, until the first swing of the

bat came down on him.

And goddamn, if it didn’t feel amazing.

For me. Not for him.

I can still picture that deliciously

depraved moment when that cheesy smile of

his gave way to a look of pain and confusion.

Ohhh, god! This was it! That utterly

satisfying feeling.

Like the good fuck he was never able to

give me.

As I kept raining down blow after blow,

his disbelief quickly turned into one of

horror, crying for me to stop. But I didn’t. It

only added to my wonderful, cathartic

experience. And I savored every single

wince, every little whimper, feeding off his

pain.

Finally, he could feel what I felt. All the

abuse, all the suffocating agony from living

under his oppressive rule. Finally, I could

give it all back to him.

Let me give you a piece of advice: it’s

unhealthy to repress that much shit. So don’t.

Unless one day, you might end up beating

your douchebag husband half to death.

After a good solid minute of getting his

ass beat, he finally snatches an opportunity to

escape. As I take a breather, he scrambles

towards the front door, running out onto the

lawn.

But he doesn’t get far.

He’s not getting away. Not today.

Cause right now, there’s a fucking animal

inside me.

I chase him down and knocking him to

the grass, continuing my assault with the bat.

I can’t seem to stop myself. Not that I want to.

One part of me is filled with wrathful

vengeance and the other looks on a spectator,

as if I’m watching a horror movie.

I really like horror movies.

Suddenly, big fat hairy arms wrap around

my waist, pulling me away from Donald.

Donald my husband: The liar. The

cheater. The piece of shit.

God, I fucking hate him.

Wrapped up in those thick arms, I

struggle helplessly, flailing like a bug on it’s

back. The man who’s gathered me up in a

massive bearhug is Robert Carter, our nextdoor

neighbor, with his wife Patty kneeling

next to the crying Donald.

Crying. Literally. Big crocodile tears.

What a disgusting faker, trying to squeeze

sympathy out of our neighbors.

I didn’t hit him all that hard. I think.

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Hi everyone! I’m Lilah May (well, you already know that).
I write steamy romance that will touch your heart (and your body
Ok, maybe it sounds a little corny but it’s true!
I make sure my books are full of hot and dirty scenes but still has
that oh so important warm sentimental love.
Anywho, I’m just a girl with too many dirty thoughts going through her head
and I thought I’d share them with all of you!
Though I have to warn you: be prepared!
These stunning alpha male heroes I write about are straight out of my
fantasies: impossibly sexy, crazy dominant, and 110% guaranteed to
make your knees weak.
So you better sit down, grab a towel and leave all your inhibitions at
the door (along with your panties) because my books will make you
melt and squirm with HEA love!

 

Side note: I like my cookies chewy and I’ve learned way too late in my
life that I can microwave them for ten seconds to make them chewy
again. I don’t hate on crunchy, though. Cookies are cookies lol.
Oh, and also I’m a nurse so when I get my hands on a real good book,
things can get incredibly dangerous! (That’s a joke for all you
stuffy wet blankets. I would never risk my patients. I love them!)
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Shattered Scarred by A.J. Downey Audiobook Tour + #Giveaway

01/07/17

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Shattered & Scarred
The Sacred Hearts MC Book 1
by A.J. Downey
Genre: Adult MC Romance
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She’s Shattered…

Ashton Granger is a perfect wife to her husband. She has to be, if she’s
not, he will find a way to correct any perceived imperfections. Such
is life, and so it has been for a very long time, eroding Ashton’s
sense of self, cracking her sense of worth until she lays in a
million pieces on the side of a stretch of lonely highway.

He’s Scarred…

Ethan “Trigger man” Howard is the Sergeant of Arms for The Sacred
Hearts Motor Cycle club. After several tours as a Marine Corps sniper
overseas, he’s seen and done enough damage for a man three times
his age. He’s out. Done. So over it, and home to nurse his wounds,
physical, emotional and psychological with the help of his MC
brothers. Now he simply deals with the scars that life handed him.
Was it more than just luck for he and Ashton both that he was the only
other soul traveling that isolated stretch of highway that night?
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A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration
from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a
byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her
own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn
to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been
entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with
a larger than life fiancé and one cat.
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for exclusive excerpts and a giveaway!
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Grayson by Crimson Syn – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/06/17

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Grayson
A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #2
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
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She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me insane!
Ever since that first night I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no to her.
My only problem is, that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more than my body.
And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She either bends to my will, or I’m walking.
Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But the last thing I want is to have another failed relationship.
Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m the one in control, I’m always in control…
So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me
beg for more.
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It was late when I entered my apartment. I sank down on the couch and stared out into the city. I lived in a high rise in downtown L.A., it offered a good view and it was near the club, I also owned the building. I had a few investments, mostly in stocks, so I did well for myself. I didn’t really have any family or anyone I truly cared about, except for Wolf and most recently, Scarlett. I used to do security for the military, and after retiring, Wolf gave me a place to stay and opened his doors for me. I was glad to have someone like Wolf. He’d been a good friend throughout the years. When he took over as President, he immediately named me VP, and it’s been that way for the last five years. The brotherhood was my refuge and although we didn’t voice it, we were a pretty tight knit family.

I stood up and went to grab a beer. I headed down the hall to my bedroom, where an empty bed awaited me. Usually it didn’t bother me, but lately I’d been yearning for a warm body to press up against. Specifically, a voluptuous blonde, with eyes the color of emeralds. My cock stirred and I sighed as I took a swig of my beer and sat at the edge of the bed.

Images of Rahyne spread out on my mattress kept flooding through my mind and they had been non-stop lately. It didn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I couldn’t get the temptress out of my head. It was starting to worry me.

I never even thought of settling down. I lived my life peacefully, went where I wanted, fucked who I wanted, and didn’t give a shit about anything. But with Rahyne…fuck, I thought my urgency to have her was just an infatuation-something that would go away in a matter of weeks. Six months later, and my body still craved hers, more now than ever before. Running my hands through my hair I fought my desire to go looking for her and I gulped down my beer.

Lying back on the bed I let her image envelop me and I pulled out my shaft-hard as a rock as usual-and stroked myself, remembering the sound of her sweet whispers, and the moans and whimpers I heard on an almost daily basis. I groaned, imagining the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy hugging my swollen member. Remembering the way she shouted my name, and how her body gripped me, made me jerk off harder. Knowing I could manipulate her body to such extremes had me grunting my release as streams of white fluid leapt out and landed on my stomach. I breathed out and splayed my arms on the mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagined her by my side, and the only thought that came to my mind, before I drifted off, was that I was going to make her mine.


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A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #1
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Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
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“Wolf.” I breathed, dragging my hands along his tussled hair.

I felt the hot slickness of his tongue lick me from the base of my shoulder up along the curve of my neck. He stopped briefly before nipping my earlobe and I nearly came, right then and there.

“You taste so goddamn good.” He whispered.

I gripped his hair and whimpered. “Don’t stop, Wolf. Please, don’t stop.”

My words seemed to snap him out of his trance and he stepped away from me. I glided down the wall and a feeling of emptiness surrounded me as he moved away.

My hands reached for him, but he turned away. I could tell his breathing was labored, and he was just as, or even more affected by this, than I was. I reached out and touched his back and I suddenly found myself pressed once more against the wall. My body arched like a cat in heat, trying to bring every inch of him against me. The movement was futile as he gripped me by the shoulders and half shook me awake from my lust filled moment.

“Stop it. Stop, Scarlett. I won’t be able to do this if you don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against mine and ran his hands down my arms, gripping my hips. His mouth said one thing, but his hands wouldn’t stop touching me. “Stop. Please.”

My body stilled at his request, but it remained thrumming alongside his.

“Don’t stop, Wolf. Please. Please, don’t do this.”

He dragged his rough jaw against my cheek and breathed in. “I can’t. I just can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if it hurt. He waited a few minutes, hid body vibrated against mine, and his hands continued to hold me. “I won’t have you wandering down here. You need to leave.”

“What?” I whispered.

He gripped my waist tightly. “I want you to leave, Scarlett. You don’t belong here!”

I rubbed my hands across the muscles of his chest and his breath hitched. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”

He growled and leaned his body into mine. “Me too, gorgeous. Oh God, me too.”

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My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real
name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much
more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful
education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl
ask for?
I started writing at the age of
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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Crow City by Cole McCade – Book Tour + #Giveaway

05/04/17

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The Lost
Crow City #1
by Cole McCade
Genre: Dark Adult Romance
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The first book in the new Cole McCade: After Dark erotica imprint; a
darkly haunting erotica with the taboo appeal of V.C. Andrews.
“If the romantic character study is a genre, this fascinating
contemporary novel is its exemplar.” – Publishers Weekly
There’s something wrong with Leigh.
She’s known it her whole life. She knows it every time she spreads her
legs. Every time she begs for the pain, the pleasure, the heat of a
hard man driving deep inside. She’s a slave to her own twisted
lusts–and it’s eating her alive. She loves it. She craves it. Sex is
her drug, and she’s always chasing her next fix. But nothing can
satisfy her addiction, not even the nameless men she uses and tosses
aside. No one’s ever given her what she truly needs.
Until Gabriel Hart.
Cold. Controlled. Impenetrable. Ex-Marine Gabriel Hart isn’t the kind of
man to come running when Leigh crooks her pretty little finger. She
loathes him. She hungers for him. He’s the only one who understands
how broken she is, and just what it takes to satisfy the emptiness
inside. But Gabriel won’t settle for just one night. He wants to
claim her, keep her, make her forever his. Together they are the
lost, the ruined, the darkness at the heart of Crow City.
But Leigh has a darkness of her own. A predator stalking through her
past–one she’ll do anything to escape.
Even if it means running from the one man who could love her…and leaving
behind something more precious to her than life itself.
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Crow City 1.5
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Reconnect with Gabriel, Gary, Maxi, and Crow City in this companion novella
telling the story of THE LOST‘s Gabriel Hart before Leigh entered
his life – and get a sneak preview of the sinister Priest, hero of
THE FOUND.
Gabriel Hart is a broken man.
And everyone close to him dies.
His military unit. His sister. His parents. Everyone he’s come to care
for has been taken from him, leaving him with nothing but a crippling
war injury, a Vicodin addiction, and a scraggly, chewed-up rag of a
cat. It’s enough to make anyone want to check out. And when he
holds his service pistol in his hand and presses it against his
temple, for the first time in a long time the world feels right.
But he’s not as alone as he thinks. And when grizzled bar owner Gary
challenges him to honor his sister’s memory by repairing her
houseboat before he gives up on life, he discovers she left more for
him than her belongings. And her letters lead him on a trail through
discovering himself, discovering what he truly wants…and
discovering that he has the strength to choose his own path.
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The Found
Crow City #2
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Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow
Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired
and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room
for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the
night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die
at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.
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The Saved
Crow City #2.5
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For it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul. – Leviticus
17:11
Before he was a mysterious, silent killer stalking the streets of Crow City,
the strange man known as Priest (THE FOUND, Crow City #2) was a lost
and broken soul—and part of Willow Armitage’s world in ways she
could never have imagined. Shattered by the Afghanistan War, left
with no companions other than fellow survivor Gabriel Hart (THE LOST,
Crow City #1), ex-Marine Priest turns to his lost faith for answers
when his life has lost all meaning…but in searching for his God, he
finds a new religion. A religion of blood. Of pain.
Of vengeance.
And from that religion rises a mission to replace everything he had lost,
to set right just a few of the small wrongs in the world…and to
ease the constant bleeding of his broken heart, filled with sins
without number.
Revisit Crow City and meet Priest as he was before the fateful night that
brought him into Willow’s life…and reconnect with beloved names
and faces as we discover what—and who—set him on his dark and
merciless path.
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Crow City #2.75
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There are worse things in life than loving a man who hates you.
Unfortunately, Walford Gallifrey can’t think of many.
Ever since a ghost from his past kidnapped his niece, Willow (THE FOUND,
Crow City #2), Wally’s life has been nothing but grief, turmoil,
and loss. With no idea if Willow is dead or alive, Wally’s only
comfort is in caring for his grieving brother-in-law and Willow’s
father, Joseph Armitage. For the past twenty years, Wally has never
hoped to be anything but the backdrop to Joseph’s life; between
marrying Wally’s sister and decades of mistakes building walls of
enmity and resentment between them, Joseph has been firmly cemented
in Wally’s mind as unattainable.
But the pain of Willow’s loss forces them to face the demons sleeping
between them, find common ground—and more. Together, they explore
mutual grief. Shared memories. Quiet respect. Warmth. Camaraderie.
The joy of learning to live again.
And an unspoken attraction, buried beneath the scars of hurtful words and
terrible missteps.
Yet even as they work through the thorns and tangles of old wounds,
Joseph has his own struggles to face. The struggle to leave his
ex-wife in the past. To let his daughter go. And to trust Wally to
love him, to see him as more than just his multiple sclerosis, when
so many have treated him as less than a man. The only way forward for
them both is forgiveness. Trust.
And a second chance to discover what it means, to truly be in love.
Note:
This novel, while a standalone, follows in the aftermath of the
events of THE FOUND (Crow City #2), and ties in to the events of THE
SAVED (Crow City #2.5), which detail–respectively–the events of
Willow’s kidnapping and Walford’s prior relationship with her
kidnapper, Vincent Manion.
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Slender. Angry. (Part) Asian.
Yeah, that about sums me up.
Hi. I’m Cole. Xen. Whatever you want to call me; both are true, and
both are lies. My pen names are multitudes, my nicknames legion.
Tall, bi/queer, introverted, author, and of a brown-ish persuasion
made up of various flavors of Black, Asian, and Native American. I’m
cuter than Hello Kitty, more bitter than the blackest coffee, and
able to trip over cats in a single half-asleep lurch; I’m what
happens when a Broody Antihero and a Manic Pixie Dream Boy fight to
the death, and someone builds a person from the scraps left behind.
Beardless, I look like the uke in every yaoi manga in existence;
bearded or not, I sound like Barry White. About half my time is spent
as a corporate writer, and the other half riding a train of WTFery
that sometimes results in a finished book. Romance, erotica, sci-fi,
horror, paranormal; LGBTQIA and cishet; diverse settings and diverse
characters from a diverse author.
Sometimes I shout about things on the internet. Usually intersectional feminism
and marginalized voices, and whomever’s punching down in those
directions today. Sometimes human sociology, the psychology of sex
and gender, and my own gender non-conforming arse (he/him, by the
way). Sometimes I get really mad at Stephen Hawking and nerd out all
over the place about hairy black holes, and believe it or not, that’s
not a terrible pun or even worse innuendo.
That’s it. I’m a huge dork. My humor’s so dry it could empty oceans. I’m
a native Southerner from the New Orleans area with zero Southern
accent; I’m a mess of multi-ethnic, multi-cultural, multi-lingual
influences; I have two cats. I wake up at daft hours of the morning
to go running. I crochet terrible, lumpy things that never really
turn into anything. I’m older than you think I look. I’m much
more shy than my fury makes me sound (signifying gods only know what,
but probably nothing). Recently I decided, at 36, that I needed to
restart my life and move cross-country, so I tossed 75% of my
possessions in the trash and randomly trucked it to Seattle. I’m in
love with books and music and technology, and they war with each
other for dominance and sometimes come together in a beautiful
confluence. Most of the physical books I own are strange, obscure,
out of print, overseas imports, or any combination of the four. Most
of the physical books I used to own were destroyed in Hurricane
Katrina, and have been replaced with the infinite library on my Nook.
My wallet has a dangerous attraction to anything with pages; it
flirts and teases and gives its all, until there’s nothing left but
emptiness and ruin.
There will always be things you don’t know, and I won’t tell.
But ask me late at night over live music in a seedy bar, and you might
just get an honest answer.
…or you can poke me via:
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Wolf by Crimson Syn – Release Tour + #Giveaway

03/04/17

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A Hell’s Lovers MC Romance #1
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
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Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.
That is, until I found out she was untouchable.
One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets and
stripped of who I am.
Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damn
rules.
Wolf Stone is my obsession.
Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by the
man.
His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.
One touch, and he lights me on fire.
But I want more.
I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.
But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping
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If there ever existed a true, predatory alpha male, then Wolf Stone was it. The son of a bitch was sinfully hot and he knew it. Arrogant, dominating, and as the leader of Hell’s Lovers, he was ultimately dangerous. So, how the hell did a girl like me get involved with such a dark soul?

I’m his lawyer. His go to girl. The one who gives him all the advice he needs when he’s making any business deal on his club.

I met him a year ago. I was broken down on the side of the road when the revving of a Harley caught my attention. How did I knew it was a Harley, you ask? My Dad. He had one when I was growing up. I’ll never forget the roaring of its engine as it came down the road.

I took my chances and ran out, trying to wave the person down. I regretted it the instant he pulled over. He was tall, broad shouldered, and built. Oh my God, was he built. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark washed jeans. His boot heels made a distinct clicking sound as he approached me.

“You havin’ troubles?”

His voice had a rich rumble that made me nearly drop to my knees. You may not believe me, but the man dripped sex. He stood there staring at me, looking all male and perfect. I was crazy to be attracted to him, but I couldn’t help it, my body trembled with need at the sight of him. I lost my voice as he took his aviators off. His face wasn’t handsome. It was manly, a rugged jawline, thick lips, and the clearest set of blue eyes that competed with the clearest of skies. He ran a hand through his jet-black locks and I was fixated. The man was about to become my obsession.

“Are you alright?” He asked, and I tried to snap out of my trance. I was grateful for my sunglasses that covered my features as I checked him out.

“Um, I think my radiator blew.”

“Damn.” He mumbled and bent under the hood. He moved around some cables and grimaced. “Yup. Looks like it ruptured. You’re not gonna be going anywhere for a while.”

“Shit.” I ran my hands through my brown wavy hair, which was probably a windblown mess.

He looked at me then and I could feel his eyes trail up my bare legs and pencil skirt, roaming up my shirt and lingering on my breasts. His heated gaze almost made me melt.

“You need a ride?” his voice rumbled as he continued to stare at my body.

I should have been disgusted by his blazen disregard for propriety, but instead I felt my inner core gush with arousal.

Looking down at my outfit, and then at the bike, I realized there was no way this skirt would open wide enough for me to straddle that monster, meaning the bike of course.

He smirked and walked towards me. “I can help you with that.” He pointed at my skirt.

“Oh.” I half breathed as he came up to me. I can smell leather and a woody spice I couldn’t quite decipher, but it was intoxicating.

“I mean…if you want me too.”

“I…I have a meeting in thirty minutes… in the city.”

He stared down at my legs. “Hmmm. I don’t think you’ll like my idea, then.”

“Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind.”

He came closer and I could feel his breath on my forehead. He was tall, at least six feet, and he could easily consume my body. I should have been afraid, but a strange sense of wanting to be near him kept me grounded.

“Ripping that tight little skirt in half.”

I looked up at him then, my eyes had gone wide in disbelief as he stared down at me, that sexy smirk pasted on his face.

“Wh…what!”

He chuckled. “Just the slit, gorgeous. So you could ride.”

My eyebrows shot up, and something along the lines of relief traced with disappointment ran through me. “Oh.”

For being a college graduate and a lawyer, this guy had literally rendered me speechless.

“So, do you want me to rip it?”

His voice was a low vibration that heated my insides to where all I could do was nod. I watched him kneel before me, and images of him lying between my legs made me slightly unsteady. I swayed and placed a hand on his shoulder. His hand shot up to my calf and the electric shock that went through my core had me stifling a groan. What the hell was wrong with me? I was a smart, independent woman. No man had ever had an effect on me like this one did.

“You alright, gorgeous?”

“Y…yes. Sorry, I haven’t eaten.”

“Then let’s put you on that bike and get you somethin’ to eat.”

I felt, more than noticed, that his hand was lingering on my leg. Suddenly he let go and grabbed the edge of my skirt, where the slit split on the side of my thigh. He roughly tugged on it, tearing it apart. An involuntary whimper escaped my lips and I gripped him tighter. He lowered his head for a brief moment and then patted the back of my now naked thigh before standing up.

“All done.”

I nodded, trying to disguise the lust that ran through me, but I could feel myself start blushing. Hoping he would think it was the heat from the sun, I quickly turned around and went to grab my purse. Leaning over the seat I caught a glance of him in the rearview mirror. He was blatantly staring at my ass while I was bent over the seat. I realized my skirt had slightly ridden up and the now, deep slit exposed my full thigh, right up to the seam of my panty line. I had a moment of wanting to entice him, and I did, gently swaying my hips. His reaction drenched my panties. His hand shot up to his bulge as he gave it a hard tug and then he turned around. The freak in me loved it, and feeling confident I locked the car door and walked up to him.

“Ready.” I said, and handed him my briefcase. “Is there a place for this?”

“Yeah. Get on.” He seemed short with me, but I didn’t dare ask why.

He got on the bike and revved the engine up. I stood there, trying to figure out how to sit and then realized I had to scrunch my skirt up to be able to climb on.

“Hop on, gorgeous.”

I stared at him and thought, what the hell. I watched him as I raised my skirt up and his eyebrows shot up. He turned his face forward and I smiled knowingly. Propping one leg over the seat I finally mounted the bike. I was so sensitive that the rumble of the engine and the heat from the seat nearly made me cum. He reached over and gave me a small helmet, then he tapped my knee and I gripped his waist. His scent was driving me crazy and I could feel the muscles in his back stretching as I pressed my chest to it. It was the most arousing ride I had ever been on.

The wind blew through my hair as we rode into the city and I didn’t have a care in the world whether my skirt was torn, or my hair was a mess. I felt a freedom like no other. And best of all, I felt safe. Safe in the arms of this sexy stranger.

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My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real
name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much
more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful
education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl
ask for?
I started writing at the age of
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many
sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and
possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had
delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new
worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I
want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them
into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,
without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to
entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am
satisfied.
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A Stone’s Throw by Debbie De Louise – Book Tour + #Giveaway

17/03/17

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A Stone’s Throw
Cobble Cove Mysteries Book 1
by Debbie De Louise
Genre: Cozy Mystery, Romantic Suspense
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Widowed librarian Alicia Fairmont needs answers…
After her husband is killed in a hit and run accident, Alicia travels
upstate to his hometown of Cobble Cove, New York, hoping to locate
his estranged family and shed light on his mysterious past.
Anticipating staying only a weekend, her visit is extended when she
accepts a job at the town’s library.
Secrets stretch decades into the past… Assisted by handsome newspaper
publisher and aspiring novelist, John McKinney, Alicia discovers a
connection between her absent in-laws and a secret John’s father
has kept for over sixty years. But her investigation is interrupted
when she receives word her house has burned and arson is suspected,
sending her rushing back to Long Island, accompanied by John.
Back in Cobble Cove, cryptic clues are uncovered…
When Alicia returns, she finds a strange diary, confiscated letters, and a
digital audio device containing a recording made the day her husband
was killed. Anonymous notes warn Alicia to leave town, but she can’t
turn her back on the mystery—or her attraction to John. As the
pieces begin to fall into place, evidence points to John’s
involvement in her husband’s accident.
The past and present threaten to collide, and Alicia confronts her fears…
Has she fallen in love with her husband’s killer?
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Cobble Cove Mysteries Book 2
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Librarian Alicia McKinney has put the past behind her…
Two years ago, Alicia discovered both a terrible truth and lasting love
with John McKinney in the small town of Cobble Cove, New York. Now a
busy mother of twin babies and co-author of a mystery series, Alicia
couldn’t be happier.
Alicia’s contentment and safety are challenged…
Walking home alone from the library, Alicia senses someone following her, and
on more than one occasion, she believes she is being watched. Does
she have a stalker? When the local gift shop is burglarized, the
troubling event causes unrest among Alicia and the residents of the
quiet town.

John and Alicia receive an offer they can’t refuse…
When John’s sister offers to babysit while she and John take a
much-needed vacation in New York City, Alicia is reluctant to leave
her children because of the disturbances in Cobble Cove. John assures
her the town is safe in the hands of Sheriff-elect Ramsay. Although
Alicia’s experience with and dislike of the former Long Island
detective don’t alleviate her concern, she and John take their
trip.
Alicia faces her worst nightmare…
The McKinneys’ vacation is cut short when they learn their babies have
been kidnapped and John’s sister shot. Alicia and John’s
situation puts them between a rock and a hard place when the main
suspect is found dead before the ransom is paid. In order to save
their children, the McKinneys race against the clock to solve a
mystery more puzzling than those found in their own books. Can they
do it before time runs out?
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Cobble Cove Mysteries Book 3
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Alicia McKinney is confused . . . .

Was the strange email her husband received from the fictional
detective in their mystery series a threat? Did the killer mistake
the woman shot in the library for Alicia or the victim’s twin
sister?

Cat vs. Dog . . .

After Sneaky goes missing from the library, will he turn up before a
young girl becomes ill with worry over his disappearance? And will
he return in time to outsmart Fido by being first to find the
perpetrator’s smoking gun?

Alicia is worried . . .

While waiting for the killer’s next move, Alicia has other concerns.
An old flame of John’s is in town and her friend, Gilly, has adopted
the role of Miss Marple to aid her sheriff boyfriend in his
investigation.

When all clues point to one of her co-workers, Alicia joins Gilly in
searching for the answers to the mystery.

Will they survive . . .

or is their ending written in stone?
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public library on Long Island. She is a member of Sisters-in-Crime,
International Thriller Writers, and the Cat Writer’s Association.
She has a BA in English and an MLS in Library Science from Long
Island University. Her three published novels include Cloudy Rainbow,
A Stone’s Throw, and Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Solstice
Publishing, 2016) that has been on the Amazon bestseller list for
cozy mysteries. Debbie has also written articles and short stories
for several anthologies of various genres. Her third Cobble Cove
mystery, Written in Stone, will be published Spring, 2017. She lives
on Long Island with her husband, daughter, and two cats.
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