Monday, August 28, 2017

Rebel is LIVE!!

   

We are so excited to be sharing Rebecca Yarros's REBEL with you today! REBEL is the third standalone in the Renegades series and is out now--hurry and grab your copy today!

 

About REBEL

She’s Penna Carstairs.   The Renegade they call Rebel.   FMX-treme Magazine’s sexiest female athlete of the year.   There’s no rule in extreme sports she hasn’t broken,   No gender barrier she hasn’t demolished.       She’s the woman I met in a bar in Vegas.   The woman I illegally BASE jumped for.   The woman I spent one insane, incredible night with.   But now I’m screwed.   Or rather…not screwed.       Because the woman I can’t get out of my head is the one woman I can never touch again.   I’m Dr. Cruz Delgado—the youngest professor on this campus,   And Penelope Carstairs just walked into my class.    
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EXCERPT

“Welcome to Latin American History.”
At that deep, lightly accented voice, my pen fell to the paper, as useless as my brain.
“This class will also serve as your Study At Sea seminar, which means I have the joy of getting to know each of you very well over the next three months since you’ll be writing a thirty-page thesis for me.”
The class groaned, and I slowly dragged my eyes from the paper, past the neck of the red-haired boy in front of me, to the man who stood at the head of our class, casually leaning against his desk. I took in the way his pants hugged his hips, the contrast of his rolled white button-down against his tanned skin, and the loose green tie at his throat. My gaze caught on his lips, the strong line of his nose and cheekbones, to the melty chocolate eyes that were focused on the other side of the room as he addressed the students there. His hair looked like he’d run his hands through it more than a few times, and his teeth flashed white when he grinned, those panty-dissolving dimples appearing.
My heart stopped beating and my breath froze in my lungs, as if the slightest motion would make him disappear. A rush of heat flushed my skin, and the knot in my chest loosened, unraveling as surely as my body had the last time I’d seen him.
“So let’s get started, shall we? I just flew in from the States today, but I’ll be sure to learn all of your names by the end of the week. Now if you’ll let me have this moment, I’ve been waiting eight years to say it— My name is Dr. Delgado.”
Two thoughts slammed into me simultaneously.
One—Delgado. At least now I knew his last name.
Two—Holy. Fucking. Shit. Cruz was my professor.
           

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WILDER

I’m Paxton Wilder.   Motocross phenom & adrenaline junkie.   I have more tattoos than scars.   And I’ve never seen a stunt I couldn’t pull off—   Or a girl I can’t get off.   Until she walks in.       My new tutor is sexy, smart, more stubborn than I am, and one hundred percent off limits.   That’s right—the only rule this semester is Don’t Touch the Tutor.   For the first time in my life, I want someone I can’t have.   She’s the girl who obeys every rule.   I’m the guy who breaks them.   Our biggest risk is falling for each other,   But I live for risk…
 

NOVA

The only heart he wants is the one he already broke…
He’s Landon Rhodes.
The Renegade they call Nova.
Sinfully gorgeous, broody, tatted-up, professional snowboarder.
Four-time X Games medalist—
Full-time heartbreaker.
They say a girl broke him once—
That’s why he’s so reckless, so driven, so careless with his conquests.
But I’m that girl.
They can call me his curse all they want.
He and I both know the truth—
He’s the one who destroyed me,
And I’m not the sucker who will let that happen again.
 
About REBECCA YARROS
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory, Renegades, and Legacy series. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fifteen years.
When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a tortoise who might be faster than the bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.
 
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Drunk Dial blog tour!!

     

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        From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.   It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.   Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.   I didn’t think he’d call me back.   I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.   Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.   Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.   A complete STANDALONE.
















My 5 star review!!

Penelope Ward is one of my favorite authors, hands down. She never disappoints, and continues to blow me away with her words time after time- and here we are yet again with another stunning show of craftsmanship, Drunk Dial.

I fell in love with Rana Saloomi immediately. She is a belly dancer- and a drunk one at that. She was feeling nostalgic after too much wine- and decided the best course of action was to text Landon. Someone she hasn’t had contact with since she was 13 when her parents lived in a small apartment on Lardons parents’ property. When Landon answers the phone, she basically goes off on him and lectures him about his life. How he’s all high and mighty now living in his mansion in LA. And after she tells him what’s what she hangs up, thinking she will never talk to him again. Never knowing in the beginning the power of that drunk dial. Rana’s fire doesn’t cease to amaze me throughout this story. She has gone through a lot of things in her life- and her spirit cannot be contained. Even with all the twists and turns her story takes, it leads you on a journey of self-discovery and healing.

And if I thought I loved Rana, I was head over heels with Landon Roderick from the get go. He reminds me a lot of Jake Green, my number one book boyfriend of all time. He was so alpha too, squee, my favorite kind of hero. When he gets a drunk dial from Rana, it’s an obvious unexpected coincidence. And while we don’t really get his POV- Landon is so full of emotion, you can’t help but fall in love with how much he does feel and he does really care. Landon has some twists and turns to his story too. His story is about love, compassion, and above all forgiveness.


The virtual date- when you get to that scene- I wish I knew all the fan girl nerds like me, who just sigh over that scene, and we would totally gab over that scene- because it was so AMAZING. Possibly one of my favorite scenes in the book. There were so many small intricacies of the story that made me fall in love with it- the food truck, the sandwich names, Rana’s roommate, the belly dancing, the sending of clothes across the US, and the piercings J yes, the piercings- shew! Rana and Landon’s love story is one I will not soon forget- its brilliancy personified and I can’t wait for everyone to read Penelope’s words.  Penelope always knows how to wow me with her words- and with Drunk Dial she certainly did just that. Enjoy! 





     Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.       Connect with Penelope Ward   Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram          

Monday, August 21, 2017

Drunk Dial is LIVE!!

     

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        From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.   It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.   Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.   I didn’t think he’d call me back.   I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.   Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.   Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.   A complete STANDALONE.

     

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.       Connect with Penelope Ward   Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram          

Friday, August 18, 2017

Speed cover reveal!!



Today we have the cover reveal for Speed by BB Easton! Check it out and pre-order your copy before release day on September 11th!
Title: SPEED Author: BB Easton Genre: New Adult Romance Release Day: September 11th
 

About Speed

Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her bestselling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy standalone! SPEED is the second book in the 44 Chapters spin-off series—a gritty, taboo love triangle overflowing with dark humor and tangible teen angst. It is based on a true story.   After her possessive, psychopathic, rage-fueled ex, Knight, joins the Marines, sixteen-year-old BB is left trying, and failing, to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. It isn't until she meets Harley James—an easy-going, tattooed mechanic with a face as angelic as his habits are sinful—that she learns how to live again. How to laugh again. But will she learn to love again?   Over Knight’s dead body.

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Exclusive Excerpt

When I woke up on my sixteenth birthday, I didn’t leap out of bed to go get my driver’s license. I wasn’t thinking about the appointment I had to buy my first car that afternoon—a car that I’d been saving for since the day I turned fifteen and was legally able to work. I didn’t give two shits about going to the mall, or opening presents, or eating a fucking piece of fucking cake. All I wanted for my birthday was to sleep through it, because whenever I was awake, so was my gnawing, soul-crushing pain. I could feel it chewing through the lining of my stomach, devouring my once bubbly personality, sucking the energy from my bones like marrow, swallowing my will to live. Being eaten alive hurt. Being awake hurt. Being asleep didn’t.   I reluctantly opened my eyes and glanced over at the nightstand. The red numbers on the clock announced that I’d slept past noon again. The blueberry muffin sitting next to it with a candle shoved haphazardly in the top told me that my mom must have come in and tried to wake me up. My wide-open blinds—which were letting in an obscene amount of summer sun—let me know that she’d tried more than once. And that little white pill and glass of water on my nightstand? Well those only pissed me off.   I sat up and squinted at the assorted bullshit on the table until I spotted my pack of Camel Lights. Swinging my spindly legs over the edge of the mattress, I reached past the food and water, opting for poison instead. I lit a cigarette and waited for that comforting, calming first inhalation to do its thing, but even smoking had become joyless. Just like everything else, I was going through the motions.   Hand to mouth.   Inhale.   Exhale.   Repeat.   I ashed my cigarette in an empty Altoids tin on the nightstand and stared at the pill my mother had left for me—the tiny white hope that had turned out to be just another disappointment. I picked it up and inspected it. If it hadn't had the word PROZAC stamped on the side of it I would have assumed they’d just been giving me Tic Tacs.   That shit did nothing. Nothing but mute the vibrant colors of my world to a dirty, dull gray. Instead of my feelings being a violent riot of bitter, angry crimsons, churning, crashing ceruleans, and blinking, cautionary yellows, my inner world was now as gray as the cloud of smoke that hung four feet above the floor and three feet below the ceiling in my bedroom. As gray as my skin, where it draped between my ribs and puddled in the hollows of my cheeks and eye sockets.   As gray as the fading knight tattoo on the inside of my wedding ring finger.   I threw the glorified breath mint across the room and listened to the plink, plink, plink sound it made as it bounced off the wall, onto my “desk”—which was just two filing cabinets and an old door that my mom had scrounged up at Goodwill and spray painted black—and landed in a heap of shiny army-green nylon on the floor.   My chest felt as if someone had come up behind me and yanked the laces on an invisible corset. Tears stabbed at the corners of my eyes as images began flashing, unbidden, behind them. Images of a skinhead standing behind me at my locker, sliding an army-green flight jacket up my arms and over my shoulders to warm my perma-chilled skin. Images of his smile when he turned me around to admire the fit. I’d never seen him smile before. Not like that. Making him do it again soon became my reason for getting out of bed every morning.   Now what reason did I have? Knight was gone. All I had left was his stupid fucking jacket.
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About the Author


BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.
         

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Monday, August 14, 2017

In Too Deep cover reveal!!





















I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.

















Photographer : Golden Czermak with Furious Fotog
Design : Robin Harper with Wicked By Design
Model : Stuart Reardon















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A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.











Thursday, August 10, 2017

PSU3 is LIVE!!!!

Title: Palm South University: Season 3
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: Aug 10, 2017
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Drama. Lies. Sex.

Welcome to Palm South University.

The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix?

Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU.

Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.





Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

When Kandi isn’t writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys live music, traveling, anything heavy in carbs, beach days, movie marathons, craft beer and sweet wine — not necessarily in that order.
  

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Happy Release Day RC Boldt- Blue Balls is LIVE!

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#GIVEMEBLUEBALLS! BLUE BALLS by RC Boldt is finally LIVE!


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BLUE BALLS Truth: A painful condition caused by a prolonged state of sexual arousal without release. 
Myth: Only affects males.
 SARAH I’m beyond frustrated with the man who’s left me high and very far from dry. Multiple times. But, somehow, even though I’m not interested in a relationship, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome keeps me coming back for more—one crazy, sexual debacle after the next. Come hell or high water, the stars will align, and the release will be out of this world. 
 JACK I’m captivated with the woman who’s left me sixty-nine shades of blue, and she's only in this for one thing. The first time, I blew it—and not in the good way—but I’m going to ensure we finally see it through. I need to put an end to this “plague” of sexual calamities and prove to Sarah that we can have more. It's time to grab the universe by the balls and show it who's boss.



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About the Author: RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl. 
 Email: rcboldtbooks@gmail.com 
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