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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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The Most Dangerous Duke in London by Madeline Hunter – Book Tour + #Giveaway

21/06/17

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The Most Dangerous Duke in London
by Madeline Hunter
Genre: Historical Romance
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NOTORIOUS NOBLEMAN SEEKS REVENGE
Name and title: Adam Penrose, Duke of Stratton. Affiliation: London’s
elite Society of Decadent Dukes. Family history: Scandalous.
Personality traits: Dark and brooding, with a thirst for revenge.
Ideal romantic partner: A woman of means, with beauty and brains,
willing to live with reckless abandon. Desire: Clara Cheswick,
gorgeous daughter of his family’s sworn enemy.
FAINT OF HEART NEED NOT APPLY
Clara may be the woman Adam wants, but there’s one problem: she’s far
more interested in publishing her women’s journal than getting
married—especially to a man said to be dead-set on vengeance.
Though, with her nose for a story, Clara wonders if his desire for
justice is sincere—along with his incredibly unnerving intention to
be her husband. If her weak-kneed response to his kiss is any
indication, falling for Adam clearly comes with a cost. But who knew
courting danger could be such exhilarating fun?
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The Duke of Stratton was becoming a serious inconvenience. Part of the joy of being an older woman known to be uninterested in marriage was that people tended not to notice what she did. Clara had enjoyed that freedom even before her father’s death and now did so even more because she occupied Gifford House alone.

Stratton’s curiosity about her complicated that. Now here she was, sitting in his carriage when she should have been visiting the decorator she had hired to make some changes at her house on Bedford Square. Since no one knew about the house, she could hardly have the duke trailing her there.

She did not care for how he maneuvered her into spending this time with him. She resented that he had won a little contest.

“Do you prefer town? You spend a good deal of time here,” he said once they were seated across from each other and the coachman had opened the carriage to the air.

From anyone else she would think it small talk. From this man, she heard an intrusive question. “I like both town and the country. I spend time in both places. However, after all the months at Hickory Grange after my father’s funeral, it was time to see some friends here and dip one foot into society again.” Even as she said it, she worried that she gave him too much information.

“Your bluestocking friends?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do when you are not talking letters with them?”

“If I told you, I would no longer be intriguing and mysterious.”

It was a mistake to say that. She knew it as soon she said it. His dark eyes settled on her, amused and too confident that he saw more than she wanted. That gaze unsettled her. She found it stark, almost naked, in its demand for her attention. It implied intimacies of the spirit that she did not

want to have or acknowledge.

She hurried to brush her own provocation aside. “You will find my interests very boring and feminine. I visit drapers and feast my eyes on the fabrics I cannot wear now. I stroll through warehouses and covet silk cords and laces.”

“Why not buy them now and store them until you can use them?”

“Because the anticipation is part of the fun. There is the danger it will build to a fever, however, and when I finally remove these black ensembles, I will be so reckless in my spending on a new wardrobe that Theo will have to bail me out of debt.”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

She knew then that this man had learned about the size of her inheritance. Had Theo told him? Perhaps he had only heard gossip, but that would be enough.

It entered her mind that his only reason to pursue her with that stupid proposal was her fortune. As if the Duke of Stratton needed that! Although, really, who knew if he did or did not? She had not investigated him the way he had obviously investigated her, although she intended to.

Still, a man after her fortune. How predictable. How commonplace. How disappointing.

Once they were in the park she asked her own questions, while she encouraged their stroll to leave the main path so they might not be seen together.

“Would you truly not mind if the woman you proposed to had a lover before you? You keep implying as much.” She thought it a sophisticated and arch query and waited for him to avoid the meal once she set it squarely on a plate in front of him.

“You are what, twenty-four years in age? Only a fool would require innocence of a woman of that maturity.”

“What a liberal outlook you have.”

“I like to think so. I am only being a bit strict with you because I cannot risk my heir being the son of another man. I am sure you understand.”

She looked over at him, hoping to see that little smile or anything that indicated his continued references to his proposal were now a private joke. Regrettably, he appeared most serious. She decided that objecting would only dignify the ridiculous notion, so she ignored it.

Since he had coerced her into spending this time with          him, he could not object to some frank questions about his life and his family, especially if he really believed they would marry. Althea was charged with investigating this man, but every bit added to the pile would help.

“Why did you leave?” she asked while they strolled through a little copse of budding trees.

“It was time to come back.”

“I did not mean why did you leave France. Why did you leave England?”

His mood altered in a snap, as if the question opened a door to the dark humor she sensed in him. “My mother did not want to remain here after my father’s death, so I took her away and ensured she was settled in Paris.”

“She wanted to go home, you mean. That is understandable.”

“She had lived here for decades. This should have been her home, not a foreign land to escape. There were those who never welcomed her, however, or allowed her to make

her place here.”

“If she is happy in France now, that is what matters, isn’t it?”

“I did not say she was happy. She did not want to return to France. She just did not want to remain here.

His sharp tone made her stop walking. “I am sorry if I misunderstood. I was careless in my response. Of course she could not be happy to leave her home of so many years.” She swallowed the question that begged to be asked. Why did she not want to remain here?

They stood under one of the trees, in the tangle of linear shadows its branches made.

“Do you really know so little about my life?” he asked. “Did you never hear the talk about my mother? You were out before she left. Before my father died.”

She did not have to search her memory long to remember some of the talk she had heard. Her grandmother’s voice always dripped with disdain when she mentioned Stratton’s French duchess. Grandmother was one of the people who suspected the worst of everything and everyone French during the war.

Others had sniffed when the Duchess of Stratton walked by at a ball, however. Clara had always assumed they envied her beauty and sought bad gossip out of spite. In truth she had not much cared what people said, however. The old war between her family and Stratton’s had left her unsympathetic to whatever slights were visited on his mother.

“I will admit, now that you speak of it, that I do know something of what she endured,” she admitted. “If that drove her away, it was not fair.”

To her surprise he took her hand and raised it to a kiss. “That alone did not do it. However, it is good of you to see how unfair it was.”

That kiss on her hand, brief though it was, created a bridge of intimacy. She felt that kiss all the way up her arm and down her body. His gaze captured hers before he kissed her hand yet again, slowly.

She did not pull her hand away. She did not avert her eyes, as she most definitely should. Instead she stared while that kiss and those dark eyes enlivened her whole body.

He drew her closer, closer, until she either had to step toward him or fall. She did a bit of both, stumbling awkwardly, and found herself in his arms.

He was going to kiss her. She was sure of it. That must not happen. Instead of pushing away, however, she could not move. His gaze paralyzed her and incited an unseemly excitement.

His arms embraced her. He looked down. Dazed, she closed her eyes and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

When nothing happened, she opened her eyes. Instantly the euphoria lifted, and she felt a fool. She tried to extricate herself from his embrace, but he did not allow it.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

“Of course not. You are the last man I want kissing me, I assure you.” She refused to look at him and continued trying to pull away.

“That is not true. Let us be honest with each other in this if nothing else.” His head dipped and his lips hovered over hers.

Her breath caught. Heavens, but he was beautiful. And exciting. Even that darkness seduced. Thrills kept spiraling through her, begging to have excuses to become something more powerful.

“Part of the fun is the anticipation,” he said quietly, imprisoning her with his gaze. “Although there is always the danger of it building to a fever.” His lips brushed hers, ever so faintly, but enough to create a starburst of sensation.

It was a terrible tease. A provocative promise.

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Madeline Hunter is a New York Times bestselling author with more than six million copies of her books in
print. She has twenty-nine nationally bestselling historical romances in print, including most recently,
The
Wicked Duke
, Tall, Dark, and Wicked, His Wicked Reputation, and The Accidental Duchess. A member of
RWA’s Honor Roll, she has won the RITA Award twice and been a finalist seven times. Her books have appeared on the bestseller lists of the
New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly, and have been translated into thirteen languages. She has a PhD in art history, which she has taught at the university level. Madeline also writes the Romance Unlaced column for USAToday.com’s Happy Ever After site.
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Rise of the Sea Witch by Stacey Rourke – Release Tour + #Giveaway

20/06/17

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Rise of the Sea Witch
by Stacey Rourke
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
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Details of the sea witch’s banishment have been exaggerated. The body count
that preempted it was not. Once an illustrious princess, her hands
and tentacles were stained with the blood of thousands. No one could
comprehend how the hooks of madness dragged her down from her life of
privilege.
Born Princess Vanessa of Atlantica, the ambitious young royal was one of
two children born to the great King Poseidon. She and her brother,
Triton, were groomed from birth to rule. Yet only one would ascend
that coveted throne. While carefree Triton flits through his training
with a cavalier demeanor and beguiling charm, Vanessa’s hunger for
her father’s acceptance drives her to push herself to the limits of
magic, and combat to become a leader worthy of her people.
When war against the humans ravages their once regal kingdom, political
sides are chosen. Factions from the seven seas challenge the existing
leadership, pitting Vanessa against her brother in a vicious battle
for the crown. Traitors are exposed, dark family secrets revealed,
and a once strong sibling bond is strained to its breaking
point.
Only when the ink black waters from the ultimate betrayal rescind, will
the truth be known of how the villainous sea witch rose with one name
on her vengeful lips–Triton.
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RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a
Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012

Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book
of 2013
Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the
chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Reel
Romance Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful
daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy
shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of
talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.
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Stolen Time by Chloé Duval Book Tour + #Giveaway

20/06/17

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STOLEN TIME
by Chloé Duval
Genre: Fiction, Sweet Romance
Pub Date: 6/13/17
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In a rural French village, a letter is
delivered decades late, inspiring a young woman to try to reunite two
star-crossed lovers . . .
Middle school teacher by day, romance
writer by night, and group knitter on Tuesday evenings, Flavie
Richalet leads a fairly uneventful life—until she receives a long
delayed letter meant for a total stranger. Postmarked 1971, the
yellowed envelope, addressed to an Amélie Lacombe, holds a fervent
message of love and a marriage proposal, signed only with the initial
E. Given her own fractured family history, Flavie is dreamily
determined to learn what became of the couple . . .
Flavie’s inquiries lead her to a
French seaside inn—and to E. himself, a true romantic who never
forgot the girl who got away so many years ago. But his protective
nephew, B&B owner Romaric, isn’t sure that trying to find
Amélie after all these years is good for his uncle. At odds with the
tall, dark, and impossibly passionate Romaric, Flavie must show him,
and perhaps herself, that true love is timeless—and always worth
waiting for . . .
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Prologue

Karouac, Brittany

September 4, 1975

It was the most important day of her life.

She’d been waiting and preparing for this day for weeks, and she

should have been deliriously happy. She should have been lighthearted

and smiling.

But instead, she felt strange and uncomfortable. As though she was

forgetting something important. As though she was about to make a

mistake.

It’s just apprehension, she told herself. The usual jitters all women

feel before they commit for life.

But did all women think of their first love on their wedding day?

Amélie closed her eyes, and Erwan’s beautiful face appeared in

her mind. She pictured his irresistible smile, his gray-blue gaze, his

unruly hair, always too wild to lie flat. She felt his rough hands on

her skin, his lips on hers, as though it were only yesterday that they

had lain together on the beach.

She shook her head, willing herself to dismiss the memory. It was

foolish to think of him, especially right before her wedding. It had

been so long ago . . . four years, almost to the day. He’d obviously

forgotten her, moved on with his life. He’d never written to her,

never phoned her, never gotten in touch with her. She’d waited

weeks, months even, for him to reach out to her, before she’d accepted

the truth. It had only been a summer fling. So she’d grieved,

but then looked to the future. She’d thrown herself into her studies in

fashion-design school to forget. Forget all about him.

And now she was finally happy. She’d finished school and gotten

the job of her dreams with a small fashion company that appreciated

her style and her slightly extravagant ideas. It was almost more than

she’d ever expected. Moreover, she was about to marry a wonderful

man, one who loved her more than anyone and whom she loved very

much. She knew they’d have a great life together.

So why? Why was she thinking of the past, of a painful, bestforgotten

period of her life, on the day she was going to marry Paul,

for better or for worse?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, her nerves, her

mind. She patted her veil, smoothed a few nonexistent creases in her

satin and lace wedding dress. She’d designed it herself, and it was

stunning, even if she said so herself. It was the dress of her dreams.

Again, Erwan appeared in her mind’s eye.

“For God’s sake!” she swore, cutting herself off immediately.

Someone knocked on the door and her mother peered in. “Are

you ready, sweetheart?” Viviane Lacombe asked, beaming.

Amélie cast a last glance into the mirror, took a deep breath, and

nodded. “I am.”

It was no longer time to wonder about the past.

So, she left her home, the home where she grew up, and, lifting

the hem of her dress in one hand, her father at her side, her mother in

front of her, beaming much more than her daughter was, Amélie

slowly walked the short distance to the beautiful church of Karouac,

where her parents had been married. Paul was waiting for her there.

Her family was waiting for her. The minister, and all their friends,

were gathered here today to celebrate her wedding to the love of her

life. She couldn’t wait to go in and marry Paul, the man who had always

been there for her. Who loved her more than anything else. She

couldn’t wait to start her life. The life she had chosen for herself.

Yet before she walked into the church, she couldn’t help stopping

to gaze around, searching for a face, a smile. She shook her head and

cursed the damn memories trying to spoil the happiest day of her life.

She turned back and smiled at her father, took hold of his proffered

arm, and waited for her cue.

Hidden in the shade of a porch, unseen, Erwan watched as the

love of his life walked into the church on her father’s arm to marry

another man.

He’d been too late, and he’d lost her once again—forever.

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He tamped down the urge to enter the church and beg Amélie, on

his knees if need be, to come with him, repeating what he’d written

in that unanswered letter four years ago, and walked away, his heart

breaking, leaving Karouac behind him.

Once again, and forever.

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As a little girl, Chloé Duval dreamed
of knights slaying terrifying dragons and damsels in distress. Today,
she’s still seeking, in her stories, to find again the sweetness
and the enchantment of the fairy tales she absorbed as a child. A
Frenchwoman by birth, Canadian by adoption, and Québecoise in her
heart, Chloé lives in Montreal with her prince charming and dozens
of characters jostling around inside her head.
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Love Across the Universe -Cover Reveal

20/06/17

 

 

Love
Across the Universe

 
Genre: Science Fiction Romance
 
Publisher: Stars and Stone Books
 
Date of Publication: August 1 2017
 
ISBN-10: 0-9977081-8-2
ISBN-13: 978-0-9977081-8-9
ASIN: B071JSHCGC
 
13 Stories of
Science Fiction Romance Set on Intergalactic Shore 



#spacebeachlove

Summer love is summer love, no matter the planet. Climb aboard your
spacecraft or time machine and travel across time and space with these
thirteen tales of love on beaches in the future and among the stars.
Includes stories by USA Today Bestselling Author Traci Douglass, Cara
McKinnon, Rhonda Jackson Joseph, A.E. Hayes, Sheri Queen, M.T. DeSantis, L.J.
Longo, K.W. Taylor, Mary Rogers, Elsa M. Carruthers, Emmerite Sundberg, Serena
Jayne, and Oriana Maret.
Traci Douglass – “A Dream to Build a Kiss On”

Can passion bloom between a bookish botanist and an analytical android?

Cara McKinnon – “The Pirates and the Pacifist”

Kai doesn’t believe in violence. Sam and Dek believe the ends justify the
means. Will passion be enough to bridge the gap between the pacifist sent to
broker galactic peace and the space pirates hired to keep him away at all
costs?

A.E. Hayes – “Tristan’s Tryst”

One mysterious being. Two lovers who find her. Can this threesome handle
the heat of this scorching summer?

Sheri Queen – “Red Sand”

If she can only save one thing, which will it be—the red beaches of Mars
or a love she can’t imagine living without?

M.T. DeSantis – “The Princess of Sands”

Secrets and lies. Can they be each other’s freedom?

L.J. Longo – “Breathless”

The manager of a resort planet and the head of its secret defense unit
team up to save the guests—and discover danger is a potent aphrodisiac.

K.W. Taylor – “Reprogramming”

Alex didn’t want to be marooned on an alien planet with a robot, but it
may just be exactly what she needs.

Mary Rogers – “Breakfast on Pluto”

Doing the right thing isn’t always what’s best—but sometimes it pays
off.  A chance meeting of two people unaware of their destiny with each
other results in a bond too difficult to break, but even duty has its
boundaries. Will love help them break free—and will love be enough?

Elsa M. Carruthers – “All B+ut You”

Lou is looking for the right guy and finds him where she least expects.

Emmerite Sundberg – “Fluid”

She’s everything she’s ever wanted but with one flaw – they can’t
actually touch.

Serena Jayne – “You Only Love Once”

Carpe diem the hell out of love.

Oriana Maret – “Renewal” 

She’ll brave the arms of destruction to shed the arms that betrayed.

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FORBIDDEN KNIGHT by Diana Cosby – Book Tour + #Giveaway

19/06/17

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FORBIDDEN KNIGHT
by Diana Cosby
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 6/6/17
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Deep within Scotland, a healer and a
warrior join forces to protect Scotland’s future . . .
There is an intruder in the woods near
King Robert Bruce’s camp, but when Sir Thomas MacKelloch comes
face-to-face with the interloper, he is shocked to discover his
assailant is a woman. The fair lady is skilled with a bow and arrow
and defiant in her responses. The wary Knight Templar dare not allow
her beauty to lower his guard. Irritated by his attraction, he hauls
her before his sovereign to expose her nefarious intent.
Outraged Sir Thomas dismissed her
claim, Mistress Alesone MacNiven awaits the shock on the arrogant
knight’s face when he learns that she has told the truth. But it is
she who is shocked, and then horrified, as it is revealed that her
father, the king’s mortal enemy, has betrothed her to a powerful
noble, a deal that could jeopardize the king’s efforts to unite
Scotland. Robert Bruce orders Sir Thomas to escort Alesone to safety.
As they embark on a harrowing journey through the Highlands, Alesone
tries to ignore her attraction to the intimidating warrior, but as
she burns beneath Thomas’s kiss she realizes this fearless knight
could steal her heart.
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A frustrated exhale sounded behind Lady Alesone.

“Do you always interrogate the people you meet?” Sir Thomas asked.

Though tired, Alesone smiled.  “Only the interesting ones.”

Ice crunched beneath the horse’s hooves as his destrier picked his way through the litter of rock and snow down the incline.

At her protector’s silence, she glanced back.

In the cloud smeared moonlight his gaze held hers.

At the intensity, a shiver swept through her.  From their less than cordial start, she’d doubted they’d ever come to a point where she’d look at him more than a man to avoid.  Yet, something about Thomas drew her.

Drew her?

An understatement.  In truth, from the way his eyes held hers, his direct manner, and how he moved with predatory stealth left tingles of awareness sliding through her body.  He was unlike any man she’d ever met.

Off balance by the needs he evoked, she shifted to a safer topic.  “I want to apologize.”

“You have done naught to apologize for.”

“I have.  Although praised by our king, I doubted you.”

“Lass,” he said, fatigue weighing heavy in his voice, “your belief in me is irrelevant.  Once you are safely delivered, never will we see the other again.”

She stiffed, hurt that he could dismiss her with such ease when he lingered on her mind.  Why?  ‘Twas nae like she wanted him to stay.  Still, a foolish part of her needed to know.  “And when you ride off you will forget me?” she teased.

Thomas grunted.  “Anyone who drives an arrow paces from my heart I remember.”

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A retired Navy Chief, Diana Cosby is an
international bestselling author of Scottish medieval romantic
suspense. Books in her award-winning MacGruder Brothers series are
translated in five languages. Diana has spoken at the Library of
Congress, Lady Jane’s Salon in NYC, and appeared in Woman’s Day,
on USA Today’s romance blog, “Happy Ever After,” MSN.com,
Atlantic County Women Magazine, and Texoma Living Magazine.
After her career in the Navy, Diana
dove into her passion – writing romance novels. With 34 moves
behind her, she was anxious to create characters who reflected the
amazing cultures and people she’s met throughout the world. With
the release of her first two books in her new Scottish medieval The
Oath Trilogy, An Oath Taken and An Oath Broken, both which hit
bestseller lists in the U.S., Canada, and the United Kingdom, as well
as the release of the e Box Set of the MacGruder Brothers series, she
is now preparing for the release of the last book in The Oath
trilogy, An Oath Sworn on 23 December, 2015!
Diana looks forward to the years of
writing ahead and meeting the amazing people who will share this
journey.
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19/06/17

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by Rebecca Zanetti
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 6/6/17
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She’ll love him forever . . . but he can’t make her obey . . .
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The war is over. Danger has passed. Cara Kayrs is healed after decades of
illness and ready for a break.
Too bad her brooding, alpha vampire husband can’t seem to change gears.
In their twenty-five years together Talen Kayrs has learned to sense
every shiver of her body, to ignite her desire with a word or a look.
She would think he could learn she’s not some fragile damsel in
distress.
But Talen is on edge, watching their backs, treating her like she’s
made of glass. Like there’s something following them, a deadly
threat that somehow none of their intelligence has uncovered. It’s
enough to drive a woman crazy, and Talen has plenty of those
tendencies already.
But what’s even more maddening is that he seems to be right . . .
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“I was fairly certain I tamed you way back when,”

he said thoughtfully.

Red infused her face. “I’m about to kick your ass, Kayrs.”

Maybe not. Interesting. At the thought, his entire body tightened,

and his cock started to throb. “Cara.”

Her shiver enticed him. “What?”

“I strongly advise you not to push me.” It was only fair to warn

her, and he went on instinct. After nearly dying when the war had

ended, he’d been restless since. For so many years, he’d treated his

mate with more gentleness than he would’ve thought possible as

she’d endured the virus.

Now that she was healthy, a primal part of him, one much closer

to the surface than he liked, wanted to claim her again with all the

dominance that was inherent to his species. “Okay?”

She breathed out. “Oh, mate. You’re the one who needs to stop

pushing.”

 

Talen couldn’t shake the itch between his shoulder blades. Taking

his mate from the safety of their headquarters didn’t set well with

him, and his muscles tensed in one long line.

“Would you relax?” she whispered from the passenger seat, her

head back on the leather and her eyes closed in pleased abandonment.

Her legs were up on the dash, her feet in little sandals that

showed off bright pink toenails. Sexy and pink. Her long auburn hair

cascaded over her shoulders, and he fought the urge to tug on a

strand.

The woman was right. The war had ended, and he really did need

to relax. He watched the road outside and yet kept a close eye on his

woman out of his peripheral vision. “It occurs to me that you think

things have changed.”

She opened her eyelids then . . . her eyes a stunning blue. “Huh?”

He cleared his throat and made sure her seat belt was firmly

around her small body. “The war is over, you’re well, and you think

things are different.” In fact, his woman hadn’t been healthy since

right after they’d mated, and for years, he’d been more than gentle

with her. At the thought that she was whole, finally, his heart started

to thrum.

“Of course things are different.” She gestured out with one arm.

“We’re on a road trip, without guards, without death hanging over

our heads.” Her laugh was throaty and full. “Emma and I are taking

a Vegas trip next month for a girls’ weekend.”

“Absolutely not.”

She gaped. “I did not ask permission, Kayrs.”

He bit back a wince. Whenever Cara used his last name, he was

about to end up in the doghouse. Yet she was no longer vulnerable or

weak, and he was finished placating her. “Mate? I have no intention

of allowing you to go anywhere for a girls’ anything.” The second the

word allow was out of his mouth, the tension in the car ratcheted up

several degrees.

“Oh, you did not,” she sputtered, her eyes narrowing.

He sighed and turned to pin her with a look. He’d forgotten her

stubbornness in the last difficult years when she’d been fighting a

deadly virus that had almost taken her life. Now that she was healthy,

memories of their first months together, before she had become

infected, filtered through his mind. “I was fairly certain I tamed you

way back when,” he said thoughtfully.

Red infused her face. “I’m about to kick your ass, Kayrs.”

Maybe not. Interesting. At the thought, his entire body tightened,

and his cock started to throb. “Cara.”

Her shiver enticed him. “What?”

“I strongly advise you not to push me.” It was only fair to warn

her, and he went on instinct. After nearly dying when the war had

ended, he’d been restless since. For so many years, he’d treated his

mate with more gentleness than he would’ve thought possible as

she’d endured the virus.

Now that she was healthy, a primal part of him, one much closer

to the surface than he liked, wanted to claim her again with all the

dominance that was inherent to his species. “Okay?”

She breathed out. “Oh, mate. You’re the one who needs to stop

pushing.”

He reached out, catching the long strands of her hair before she

could avoid him. Her eyes widened, and he twisted his wrist with

enough pressure to tilt back her head, fighting instincts he’d forgotten

he had.

Curiosity and desire spilled from her.

His nostrils flared, catching his mate’s scent. It had been too long

since they’d both been whole and healthy. He’d forgotten her defiant

nature and how much she liked to challenge him. “Maybe this trip

was a good idea,” he said softly, the beast inside him raging as her

lids half-lowered.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Rebecca
Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college
professor, and a hearing examiner – only to culminate it all in
stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes
contemporary romances, dark paranormal romances, and romantic
suspense novels.
Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific
Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave
into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband,
children, and extended family who inspire her every day—or at the
very least give her plenty of characters to write about.
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