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A Charmed Little Lie by Sharla Lovelace – Book Tour + #Giveaway

26/04/17

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A CHARMED LITTLE LIE
by Sharla Lovelace
Pub date: 4/18/2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Charmed, Texas, is everything the name implies—quaint, comfortable, and as
small-town friendly as they come. And when it comes to romance,
there’s no place quite as enchanting . . .
Lanie Barrett didn’t mean to lie. Spinning a story of a joyous marriage
to make a dying woman happy is forgivable, isn’t it? Lanie thinks
so, especially since her beloved Aunt Ruby would have been
heartbroken to know the truth of her niece’s sadly loveless,
short-of-sparkling existence. Trouble is, according to the will, Ruby
didn’t quite buy Lanie’s tale. And to inherit the only house
Lanie ever really considered a home, she’ll have to bring her
“husband” back to Charmed for three whole months—or watch Aunt
Ruby’s cozy nest go to her weasel cousin, who will sell it to a
condo developer.
Nick McKane is out of work, out of luck, and the spitting image of the man
Lanie described. He needs money for his daughter’s art school
tuition, and Lanie needs a convenient spouse. It’s a match made . .
. well, not quite in heaven, but for a temporary arrangement, it
couldn’t be better. Except the longer Lanie and Nick spend as
husband and wife, the more the connection between them begins to seem
real. Maybe this modern fairy tale really could come true . . .
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Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town
love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud
to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a
tricked-out golf cart, and two crazy dogs. Her novels include The
Reason Is You, Before and Ever Since, Just One Day, Don’t Let Go,
and Stay with Me.
Sharla writes modern day, quirky love stories with dysfunctional families,
love problems, and snarky humor. Because who doesn’t love a love
story? Especially one with strong women and drama and baggage and hot
men that can’t get enough of them.…
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Only a Mistress will do by Jenna Jaxon – Book Tour + #Giveaway

25/04/17

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ONLY A MISTRESS WILL DO
by Jenna Jaxon
Pub date: 4/4/2017
Genre: Historical Romance
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The man of her dreams . . . belongs to another woman.
Destitute and without friends, Violet Carlton is forced to seek employment at the House of Pleasure in London. She steels herself for her first customer and is shocked when the man rescues her instead of ravishing her. A grateful Violet cannot help but admire the handsome Viscount Trevor. But she must curb her desire for the dashing nobleman she can never have because he is already betrothed to another…
Tristan had gone to the House of Pleasure for a last bit of fun before he became a faithful married man. But when he recognizes the woman in his bed, he becomes determined to save her instead. Now, his heart wars with his head as he falls for the vulnerable courtesan. Unable to break his betrothal without a scandal, Tris resolves to find Violet proper employment or a husband of her own. Still, his arms ache for Violet, urging him to abandon propriety and sacrifice everything to be with the woman he loves…
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Chapter 1
London, November 1761

 

Shivering in the brisk wind cutting straight through her thin gown, Violet Carlton trudged across the small dirt-packed backyard, littered with tufts of dead grass and scattered brown and red leaves. Teeth clenched to stop their chattering, she mounted the short three steps of the back stoop, straightened her shoulders, and rapped three times on the dull gray door of the silvery clapboard house. Beyond the weathered board fence of   the house next door a dog barked, but no one stirred. No prying eyes to witness her shame.

 

The door opened a crack, and a lad of about twelve stuck his head out. “What you doin’ ’ere this time o’ day?”

“I would like to speak with Madame Vestry, please.” Perhaps she should have waited until later in the morning. Such an establishment would obviously keep late hours. But the ache in her belly had forced her here as soon as the sun had risen.

 

“She’s still sleep. Come back later today.” He started to push the door closed but Violet rammed her boot between it and the jamb. The boy kept shoving, squeezing her foot until she winced in pain, but she gritted her teeth, put her shoulder to the door and pushed back. If she didn’t do this now, she wouldn’t have the courage, or the strength, to come back.

 

“I need to see her now.” She raised her voice, and threw her weight against the rough boards. Despite her small stature, she was stronger. He staggered back and she fell into a narrow back foyer with a row of coat hooks and the devastating yeasty smell of baking bread. Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten for days.

 

Blond hair straggling from under a mobcap, a girl, maybe fourteen, rushed into the room. “What the hell’s going on in here Willie?” She wiped her hands on her apron, streaked with flour and grease. Warily, her gaze shifted from Willie to Violet. “Who are you?”

 

“I’ve come to see Madame Vestry.” Violet focused on the girl’s narrowed eyes.  “I need to talk to her, please.” Her heart gave a sickening lurch.

 

In one practiced glance, the girl took in her appearance, from what used to be her second-best hat to the rumpled and stained deep-purple dress to her scuffed black boots, and sniffed. “I see you do.”

 

The appraisal stung, but was probably fair. She’d come down fast in the months since her grandmother’s death. Her possessions long gone, her wardrobe—reduced to two dresses and a well-worn cloak—had been sold, leaving her with only the dress she stood up in. These clothes wouldn’t fetch a shilling in a secondhand shop now.

 

The servant girl nodded to Willie. “Close the door before we freeze to death, jingle-brains. Come on.” She led Violet out of the foyer. “I’ll ask if Madame will see you. But she won’t be happy being woke up this early, you can bet your dippers on that.”

 

The last thing she wanted was to antagonize her future employer. Still, she couldn’t risk waiting until later.

Taking a firm grip on herself, she followed the girl down a shadowy hallway until she motioned her into an equally dim reception room. “Wait here.” The girl turned on her heel and left.

 

Violet let out the breath she’d been holding. She hadn’t fainted yet, though her empty stomach had tied itself in knots. The pain meant she was alive and by God she intended to stay that way. She strode farther into the room and perched on the red cushioned sofa. Let the woman arrive swiftly to get this over with.

 

Sitting rigidly, she stared at her hands clenched in her lap, then shook herself. She had better be stronger than this. Determined, she sat straighter. A classical-style painting in a large gilt frame across from her caught her interest. A naked woman lay on a chaise, her legs spread. Oh, good Lord. Her womanly parts were exposed and a swan lay with its beak pressed between her thighs.

 

Her face heated and she had to look somewhere else, anywhere else but at that painting. The fireplace on her right held two candlesticks, shaped like naked women. Wax had dripped onto the figures, drops hanging from the nipples. Was there nowhere in the room without a lewd image? Violet gripped the end of the sofa. The plush red carpet seemed safe to study. The smooth, polished wood under her fingers had been carved in an oval with folds in the middle. She traced the pattern absently, still unable to get the image of the painting out of her mind. The swan’s long neck lying at the apex of the woman’s open legs. Her forefinger stroked the wooden oval, so similar to the—

 

“Dear God!” She snatched her hand away and rubbed it against her gown. “Miss Carlton?” A small, dark-haired woman in an exotic scarlet silk robe seemed to fill the room.

 

Violet jumped to her feet, her heart thudding wildly.

 

“My maid said you wished to see me?” Madame Vestry’s dark eyes took in every detail of Violet’s appearance. She raised an eyebrow.

 

On the tip of her tongue to retort of course, she did not wish to see the owner of a brothel, she instead swallowed back her anger. She could ill afford to provoke Madame Vestry. “Yes, ma’am. My brother told me if things went very badly for me I should…” Words stuck in her throat like a fish bone.

 

“Come to my establishment?”

 

Face flushing, Violet nodded. “Yes.”

 

“Who is your brother, Miss Carlton?” A narrowing of the woman’s eyes echoed the suspicion in her voice.

 

“James Carlton, ma’am.”

 

Vestry’s head rose slightly and she relaxed. “Ah, yes, Jamie. You are his sister? Then I am sorry for your loss, Miss Carlton.”

 

“Thank you, Madame Vestry.” Thankfully, her voice held steady, the months since her brother’s death easing the grief to the point she did not weep instantly at the thought. Her current plight was enough to do that.

 

“And you have now come to that desperate point where you seek employment with me?” The business-like tone, neither condoning nor condemning, stiffened Violet’s resolve.

 

“Yes, ma’am. As of today, I have nowhere else to go, no one to turn to.” A sickening churn of her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger sent tension through her. “Nothing else of value.”

 

Except herself.

 

“You are how old, Miss Carlton?” “Nineteen, ma’am. Almost twenty.”

 

“Let me see you walk, please.” With a crisp snap, Vestry pulled the curtains open and nodded to the path between the sofa and fireplace.

 

Violet straightened her skirts as best she could. Suddenly stiff and self- conscious, she concentrated on putting one foot before the other until she came face to face with another obscene painting. She clenched her hands and averted her eyes.

“Turn please.”

 

Feeling more and more like a horse or a cow at Smithfield market, she did as she was told, hopefully with a bit more grace.

 

In reward, Vestry gave her a slight nod. “You speak and move as befit your station, Miss Carlton. With a little training, I suspect you will be quite popular with our patrons. I should be able to command a high price for your virginity.”

 

Violet’s feet tangled in the plush carpet.

 

The scant approval vanished as Vestry glared at her. “I  assume  you are intact?”

 

Oh, the shame. How could this woman suggest she had already lain with a man? Bitterness flooded her mouth and her chest ached with mortification. Finally, she managed a curt nod.

 

“Lie down on the sofa please.” “What? Why?”

 

“I am not fool enough to take your word, Miss Carlton.” Vestry smiled mirthlessly. “A brief inspection will allow me to assure your buyer he is indeed purchasing a virgin.”

 

Her cheeks heated at the humiliation this woman suggested. The cold inevitability of her situation rolled over her, engulfing her as though she was drowning beneath a relentless sea. Madame Vestry demanded almost nothing compared to the real horror awaiting her at the hands of her buyer. Still, she had chosen to live. She could no longer afford the luxury of respectability.

 

Vestry stood immobile, a flicker in her eyes the only hint of interest.

 

Steeling herself, without word or plea, Violet lay down on the disgusting sofa, raised her knees and turned her head toward the garish red satin cushion. Cool air rushed past her thighs. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks. She hadn’t wanted to cry. The time for weakness had passed.

 

“You may sit up now.”

 

Indignant, Violet sat up and raised her chin. “Are you satisfied as to my honesty now?”

 

“I always was, Miss Carlton.” Madame Vestry stared into Violet’s eyes, her gaze seeming to penetrate to her soul.

 

“Then why—”

 

“I needed to test your mettle.”

 

Rising, Violet scowled. Simply coming to this place should have shown her determination.

 

“Respectable women often believe they can eschew respectability to save their lives, only to find, in the end, starvation far pleasanter than immorality,” Vestry continued matter-of-factly. “You, however, I believe will do, Cassandra. Come with me.” Motioning her to follow, she headed out of the room.

 

“Cassandra?” Violet hurried to keep up.

“All of my girls have false names, false identities.” At the end of the hallway, they headed up a flight of stairs.

 

“The life they lead in the House of Pleasure is just as fraudulent. Cassandra is the mask you will wear to protect a vestige of your self-respect.” When they reached the landing, Madame twitched her silky robe out of the way and turned to her. “Think of it as a role, very like one an actress might take upon the stage. It is not who you are, unless you allow it be.” The vehemence of the last sentence rang in the cramped stairwell.

 

Violet stumbled back a step. “Why Cassandra?” It was a classical reference she couldn’t quite place.

 

A peculiar smile curled Madame Vestry’s red lips. “She was a prophet and a spoil of war. A woman men used but dismissed because they could not understand her prophecies, although they came true with a vengeance.” A fire glowed in her cunning eyes as she scrutinized Violet’s body.

 

More than her earlier examination, Vestry’s calculating perusal made Violet uncomfortable.

 

“What prophecy will you reveal to your customers, I wonder, Miss Carlton? A promise of pleasure or one of pain?” The light extinguished as quickly as it had come. “This way.” She started down a corridor to the right. “You will have a room of your own on the second floor. Depending on circumstances, you will entertain your clients either there or in one of the ground-floor rooms.”

 

Violet followed, each step hardening her heart.

 

“I will see to your training during the next week.” Passion drained from her voice. The businesswoman had returned.

 

A shiver shot down Violet’s spine.

 

“I will also inform certain special clients I have an item of interest for them.”

 

No going back now. She had become a whore. Tears threatened, but she beat them back.

 

“You can only sell your virtue once and I will make sure you receive the highest price, my dear. Half of those proceeds are yours.”

 

Violet wavered between fainting and nausea, then steadied. Perhaps thinking of the encounter as a business deal might make the situation tolerable. Madame Vestry showed her into a small, clean room boasting no lewd artwork, only a wide oak bed, a chest on chest, an armchair and table.

 

“This room is yours as long as you work for me, though should you receive a better offer, I’d advise you take it.”

 

“A better offer?” Who on earth would want her after this?

 

“Many of my girls have gone on to become exclusive mistresses to the noblemen who take a fancy to them. Such arrangements are often quite lucrative. With judicious saving one might have enough to start their life over after four or five years.” A mischievous smile flitted across Madame Vestry’s face. “One of the girls who passed through here briefly—very briefly, mind you—ended up marrying a marquess. That smacks more of fairytale than reality. Still the tale is true.”

 

The animation drained from her face as the brusque woman of business returned. “I will leave you to settle in, although I’ll expect you ready for your first lesson this afternoon. We serve late luncheon at four and supper after midnight. The house opens for clients at dusk.” She looked Violet up and down once more, lingering on her face. “You might want to stay in your room tonight. Just ignore anything you may hear. You’ll get used to the noise rather quickly.” Abruptly, she shut the door.

 

Violet dropped into the chair as her legs finally gave out, praying to God she could get through this nightmare, if only one moment at a time.

 

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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance. She has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, she has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise—so expect her to incorporate these elements into her work! She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets where she is currently working on the next House of Pleasure book, Only A Mistress Will Do, as well as a Regency series. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage when she writes. Jenna equates her writing to an addiction to chocolate—once she starts she just can’t stop!
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It had to be You by Melissa Kate – Release day Blitz + #Giveaway

25/04/17

 

 
 

It Had To
Be You

Crystal Valley

Book Two

Melissa Kate

Genre: Contemporary Romance , RomCom

Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Date of Publication: 25 April 2017

ISBN:  978-0-9984714-1-9

ASIN: B06ZZ2TPJ9

Number of pages: 200 pages

Word Count: 50 k

Cover Artist: Amy from Q Design

Book Description:

Emma
Wyatt has had enough of her ex best friend and his lady killer ways. Gone was
the sweet boy of her youth and in rides the womaniser. But this time he has
ready gone and done it!
Oliver didn’t expect to be coupled with Emma. She was in an awkward situation
and he couldn’t help the words that came out. She should be grateful, he saved
her.

Now the whole town knows. And Emma is pissed! She’s going to kill him.

But a heated argument leads to a fiery moment of passion and suddenly the two
are fighting an unlikely attraction that neither saw coming. But Oliver has a
secret that could tear them apart…

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Melissa Kate is a self-confessed book-a-holic who lives in a small town along
the coast in sunny South Africa. She writes contemporary romance with quirky
characters and witty banter; a true romantic at heart, she loves the moment of
falling in love. Her pet Beagle and maniacal lovebird keep her company while
writing and often inspire senseless moments in her stories.

When she’s not furiously tapping away on her laptop, Melissa can be found
laughing away with her husband (who happens to be her pre-school sweetheart…
you just know there’s a story there) or scouring online stores for additions to
her ever growing stiletto collection (ehm addiction).

She balances her day job and conjuring up new romantic tales with a local personal
blog with arb ramblings about her life in Durban.

http://www.melissakatebooks.com/

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Fury of a Viking by Sky Purington – Book Tour + #Giveaway

25/04/17

Fury of a Viking
The MacLomain Series
Viking Ancestors’ Kin
Book 4
Sky Purington     
Genre:  Time-travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication:  April 17th, 2017
ASIN: B01N4P4IO4
Number of pages:  295
Word Count:  94,000
Cover Artist:  Tamra Westberry

Book Description:

Shannon usually prefers the dead to the living. But then running a funeral parlor offers a different perspective. Peace and escape. Or at least it did until the day she’s summoned by her sister to their Winter Harbor chalet in Maine. Now she knows the truth. The veil between worlds is far thinner than she thought. In fact, it’s so thin she can’t prevent her and her daughter, Emily, from slipping back in time.
Of dragon blood, Matthew Sigdir has suffered more loss than most. A wife. Sister. Now, because of a vicious enemy, possibly his son, Håkon. Infuriated, determined to find his child, he heads north over unforgiving land. What he doesn’t expect is a twenty-first century little girl and her beautiful mother, Shannon, to join him on his quest. Nor does he expect Hel to show them favor. And there’s no turning away Loki’s daughter when she offers help. Now they have to navigate not only through the elements of a wicked Scandinavian winter but Helheim itself, the underworld of the dead.
While they travel, Matthew and Shannon are forced to face their pasts. What they left behind and all that haunts them. As they do, old wounds heal. Hope grows. Love sparks. Through it all, Emily leads them ever closer to Håkon. She’s the key. But is it already too late? Will they make it in time to save Matthew’s son? Or is the enemy one step ahead of them?
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Excerpt

Matthew nodded,
more and more impressed by her. He said nothing but watched her drink,
enthralled yet again by her appearance. Her slender body. The fine lines of her
profile.
She possessed a
quiet, mesmerizing sort of elegance and he found himself imagining what her
dragon might look like. Would it match the sleek blackness of her hair or would
it be the addictive blue of her eyes? He imagined she would make a stunning
addition to his homeland as she flew over its turbulent waters, the sea spray
coating her body in shimmering moisture. Which made his eyes fall to the
plumpness of her lips. The moisture left behind by the mead. Which led to the
way she had tasted when he kissed her.
“Matthew?” she
said softly with that tempting tone she was so good at. It was designed to be
soothing and compassionate for those going through difficult times, but his
dragon heard a little something else as well. A seductiveness he was fairly
certain she didn’t know she emitted. A sensuality he suspected was her inner
beast responding to his.
“Matthew?” she
repeated, tilting her head ever-so-slightly in question. “Are you with me?”
Oh, he was with
her all right.
Just in the last
way he intended. A way he thought he had been able to set aside.
“Yes,” he
managed, his voice a little gruff as he became overly aware of her scent still
lingering on him. “I am with you, Shannon.” He stood. “But as you said before,
it is time to rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow, yes?”
“Sure, if that’s
what you’d prefer.” She looked at him with concern, obviously refocused on the
battle and what had happened to him. “Whenever you need to talk, I’ll do my
best to listen, Matthew. What you’ve experienced, what you’re going through,
isn’t easy.”
Much to his
dismay, sexual frustration only grew as he pulled on his tunic and boots. He
didn’t want to talk but do something else entirely. And that only fed his
aggravation. He should want to get to the bottom of things.
Yet his muddled
mind remained focused on her scent.
Her looks.
On how she would
feel beneath him.
“It’s only
normal to be feeling what you are right now,” she murmured as they headed back.
“It’s normal to want to find relief from all the stress you’re under.”
At first, he
didn’t realize what she was talking about until he heard the switch of her
breathing in the darkness and caught the sweetness of her arousal. She was
catching glimpses of his thoughts and referring to his untimely lust. As they
cut through a narrow corridor of rock and were forced to walk single file, his
eyes dropped to her shapely backside, and he almost groaned.
Was it normal to
feel so strongly about her right now? To imagine pressing her against the wall
and closing his lips over hers more firmly this time? Then to fall to his knees
and inhale her desire? When Shannon cleared her throat, and her heart rate
increased even more, he knew for certain she heard his thoughts. And was likely
even well aware of his arousal through senses alone.
Especially if
they were dragon mates.
He could deny it
all he wanted, but there was no mistaking the way he responded to her. The
jealousy he felt not only when Kodran pulled her close but when Cameron put his
arm around her. He might have a real problem. Though he assumed he was well in
control of himself around female dragons, it seemed he was wrong. Because the
last thing he felt when she stopped short, and he came against her back, was in
control.
“What is it?” he
murmured, unable to stop from lowering his head and inhaling the warmth of her
skin. “Why did you stop?”
“I just had the
strangest feeling,” she whispered.
A shiver of
awareness rippled through her when his hands landed on either side of her slim
waist. She liked the feeling of him behind her like this. And he liked it just
as much.

 

“What kind of
feeling?” he managed as he stepped even closer and kept inhaling. He was so
aroused he could barely remember why he shouldn’t be. In fact, any sense of
decency was just about gone. 
 

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over twenty-five novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington.com. Interested in keeping up with Sky’s latest news and releases? Visit Sky’s website, http://www.skypurington.com to download her free App on iTunes and Android or sign up for her quarterly newsletter. Love social networking? Find Sky on Facebook and Twitter.
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Dusk Until Dawn by Andie J. Christopher – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/04/17

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DUSK UNTIL DAWN
by Andie J. Christopher
Pub date: 4/18/2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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No boundaries.
Bartender and aspiring painter Maya Pascual loves turning up the heat. And
dumping a vodka-and-karma chaser on the man who broke her heart is
perfect Bronx girl payback. But how can she resist when Miami playboy
prince Javier Hernandez begs to make it up to her. . .
No regrets.
Between his disastrous personal life and his wealthy family’s meddling,
Javi needs to get back on track. The only thing that’s certain is
his passion for Maya. If she’ll just let him show her how sorry he
is, maybe he can move on and start fresh. But one look in her
gorgeous eyes and he knows letting her go will be easier said than
done.
No rules.
Maya agrees to one dinner with Javi. But as their attraction threatens to
combust, she wonders if a night of no strings, no repeats surrender
is the only way burn off their desire once and for all…. Unless the
light of day reveals it’s impossible to let go.
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grew up in a family of voracious readers, and picked up her first
Harlequin romance novel at age twelve when she’d finished reading
everything else in her grandmother’s house. It was love at first
read. It wasn’t too long before she started writing my own
stories—her first heroine drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit.
Andie holds a bachelor’s degree from the University of Notre Dame in
economics and art history (summa cum laude), and a JD from Stanford
Law School. She lives in Washington, DC, with a very funny French
Bulldog named Gus.
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The Sweetheart Mystery by Cheryl Ann Smith – Cover Reveal

21/04/17

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THE SWEETHEART MYSTERY
by Cheryl Ann Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Harper Jane Evans is so over pro
cheerleading but she’s not quite ready for prison. Good thing she’s
got a badass ex-boyfriend ready to go to bat for her.
Sure, Harper made a few unsavory threats
against her team’s manager—she’d had a few drinks and she
despised the skimpy uniform he expected her to wear. That didn’t
mean she wanted him dead. But when the sleazy dude is found murdered
in his tighty whiteys, Harper is the number one suspect—and former
FBI agent Noah Slade is the one man who can help. Too bad she once
told Noah she never wanted to see him again.
Noah may have done a number on Harper’s heart
all those years ago, but he’s determined to do right by her now.
Yet the fiery beauty isn’t the only demon from his past, which
makes hunting down a murderer by her side . . . complicated—never
mind the powerful attraction still pulsing between them. Good thing
he’s willing to do just about anything to keep from losing Harper
again. And an old love just might bring her a new career—assuming
she can stay out of jail.
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Cheryl Ann Smith became hooked
on romance at age fourteen when she stayed up all night to read The
Flame and The Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss. Her own writing journey
happened much later, when one afternoon she ran out of books and
decided to write her own. Previously, she has published five sexy
Regency novels and one novella with Berkley in her School for Brides
series.
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Where There’s Faith by L.A. Remenicky – Book Tour + #Giveaway

 

20/04/17

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Where There’s Faith
Fairfield Corners Book 3
by L.A. Remenicky
Genre: Romantic suspense
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A past she can’t remember. A love he can’t forget.
After hitting rock bottom, Robert Newlin embraced sobriety and tried to
live his life quietly and alone at his family’s lake cottage.
Blaming himself for the accident that claimed his wife and unborn
baby, he spent most of his time alone and grieving until Faith moved
into the cottage next door.
Faith McMillan had no memory of her life before that day three years ago.
The physical scars had faded but the emotional ones were still fresh
and raw. Living rent-free seemed like a great way to finish her
second book and would give her the time to figure out her next move.
But then she met the reclusive guy next door.
Robbie and Faith – can two broken people who vowed to live their lives
alone find happiness together?
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Don’t miss the first two books in the Fairfield Corners Series!

They can each be read as standalones!

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Saving Cassie
Fairfield Corners Book 1
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Everyone has secrets. Sometimes secrets can get you killed.
After ten years in the big city, Cassie Holt is moving back to her hometown
to take over the bookstore left to her by her beloved Gram, vowing to
live her life alone. To her best friend, Sheriff James Marsten,
Cassie seems to be the same girl that left Fairfield Corners to go to
college but Cassie has secrets and one of those secrets could get her
killed. When one of her secrets becomes a threat to her life, James
turns to his new deputy to help him keep Cassie safe.
Deputy Logan Miller has been burned by love and is not looking to get
involved with anyone anytime soon. When he is thrown into close
quarters with Cassie, the sparks begin to fly and he begins to see
through the walls Cassie has built around her heart. As the threat
gets closer, can Logan protect Cassie and protect his heart? (MA, 18+
for sexual situations)
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Ragan’s Song
Fairfield Corners Book 2
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It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was in trouble.
Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years, the melody that
told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan Newlin
the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when
circumstances tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to
finally move past the heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in
the middle of the night. No note, no email, no text. She was just
gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new album in the works, and his
daughter is doing well in school. Until the day Ragan returned to
Fairfield Corners.
Ragan came home to celebrate her parents’ anniversary, hoping they would
forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When
she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she
hoped her secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years
ago, secrets that could change their lives forever.
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L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
L.A. Remenicky is a wife and mother of two fur kids. A payroll
professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.
An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to
keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When
she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the
background, she can usually be found spending time with her family
and friends.
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The author is hosting a giveaway with tons of neat prizes! There’s Amazon
Gcs, print books, ebooks and swag!
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