February 22, 2018

ROBBIE BY ELLA FRANK-COVER REVEAL

 

Confessions: Robbie, an all new tantalizing contemporary MMM Romance by Ella Frank is coming March 8th! 


Confessions: Robbie
Author: Ella Frank
Release Date: March 8th

Synopsis

Relationships are complex.

Love ever-changing.

And when it comes to rules of the heart,

they were made to be broken…

That’s what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway.

Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what—or who—he’d done. 

No excuse, except for his lonely heart, a pitcher of margaritas, four Bitter Bitches, and the apparent need to confess all his weaknesses to the two men he knew would bring him nothing but trouble.

But trouble was nothing new.

Just ask his crazy sisters or any of his friends, and they’d be the first to tell you:

If there was a bad decision to be made, Robbie always had a knack for making it. 

And thus begins the story of the priest, the princess, and the prick.

About Ella: 


Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Phillips. 

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February 21, 2018

BABY MAKER BY P. DANGELICO-BLOG TOUR

 

Baby Maker by P. Dangelico Publication Date: February 20th, 2018 Genre: Contemporary Romance


Stella Donovan’s biological clock is a ticking time bomb.

The successful financial manager has spent her adult life building a career and neglecting her personal life. Problem is, she doesn’t believe in marriage. Not after watching her mother be treated like garbage by her father. Nope, marriage is not for her. All she wants is a baby. All she needs is a man to agree to her terms.

Dane Wylder, recently retired NFL tight end and future Hall of Famer, wants a baby.

Naturally, marriage is off the table. He’s not the marrying type. Women are great––as long as they’re trying to get into his bed and not his heart. But after years of living only for himself, he’s ready to be a father.

Sparks fly when a successful financial manager and a legendary football player enter into a legal agreement to have a kid together. They planned on everything––they just didn’t plan on each other.


This author is new to me but she hit my weakness in the blurb. I love kids and I love football so I thought I'd give this book a go. Overall, I did like this quick read.

I completely got Stella. Literally, the book began and I thought, "oh, I could relate to her" and for the most part that held true throughout the book. She's smart and determined. She's stubborn and guarded-but with good reason. I think she grew throughout the book and I enjoyed her journey.

Dane. Well, Dane was a big part of my wanting to read this book. There's just something about a football player-even a retired one-that makes me want to read their story. Anyway, I didn't love him at first. I wanted to, I really, really did. But it took me a bit to warm up to him. Once I did, I understood him a bit better. He's not just the cocky guy you think he is-and I liked that.

I liked how the author brought these characters together. It's not instant love-at all. It takes a while for Stella and Dane to find their balance together and that absolutely works for this story. The chemistry is definitely there, but I'll admit I struggled with the two of them a bit in some sections. Overall they worked.

I liked this author's style of writing. I thought it flowed well. There were some secondary characters that pulled my attention away from the story a bit; I wanted to figure them out but I think some might have other books from this. It wasn't enough to fully distract me though.

I did enjoy this title overall. It was a different take on the baby trope and I liked that. I would recommend this book.




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Grabbing the pot of freshly brewed coffee from the coffee maker, he stares into the pot then drinks from it. I don’t bother to tell him it’s decaf. Throat working as he swallows, he holds up his index finger. I’ve got a finger for him, the middle one. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’ve had enough.” He continues drinking. “And word of caution, if you come back to New York and continue to treat me like I’m cattle, a possession, you will damage this friendship beyond repair.” He places the pot down, his eyes downcast as he leans on the counter for support. “I’m sorry…I was a real asshole last night and––” “Last night?!” I shout. “How about for the past week.” “Well you’re not helpin’ the situation!” he shouts back, his eyes sparking, then winces again. My jaw hangs in disbelief. He can’t be serious. Is he really blaming me? “The hell are you talking about? You’re blaming me? Me?! You’ve been unbearable––when you’ve been around, that is. Usually you’re running in the opposite direction. But somehow in your twisted little male peanut sized brain, it’s my fault?!” “Yes, goddamit! Dancin’––smilin’ at that fucking cowboy!” His hand slashes through the air as if he’s indicating to someone in the corner. The veins near his temple pop up. Eyes impossibly wide, he advances on me, stopping a mere foot away. “You never smile at me like that!” Huh? “What does that have to do with anything?!” “Because I’m jealous! Okay! And you’ve made it very clear you’re not attracted to me but all I can think about is this!” He’s on me before I can blink, arms crushing me to him, kissing me like I hold the last breath of air on the planet and he means to steal it. A beat later he stops. His lips against mine he murmurs, “Kiss me back…please kiss me back.” 

Meet P. Dangelico:

Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.

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February 20, 2018

HEARTBREAK FOR HIRE BY TABATHA VARGO & MELISSA ANDREA - RELEASE BLITZ

I turn trusted housewives into adulterous whores.

Let’s face it, nothing lasts forever. She may have started out as your wet dream, but now she’s your ball and chain. Let me set you free.
I’ll turn your loyal lady into a lecherous liar.
I can give you the uncontested divorce you desire, end your impending engagement, or rid you of that clingy girlfriend.
Either way, you’ll be a free man.

My name is Rift, and men pay me to have affairs with their women. It’s my job to get caught. While unethical, my profession is easy. Hell, most days it’s fun. At least until I fall for the soon-to-be ex of my newest client.




I reached out to unzip the plastic holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.
His eyes were wide with shock, as if he hadn’t expected me to be behind the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an invisible caress.
I should have covered myself; I should have screamed at him to get out, but I didn’t move or tell him to go. The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and desirable.
“What are you doing here?” I watched him, his eyes a stormy blue.
His eyes devoured me, making me feel uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he looked at me, then surely a man who didn’t love me would see me as even worse.
“The lady out front said the bathroom was the last door on the right, but I’m guessing she meant the last door on the left,” he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was looking at my body.
I nodded, not sure what to say.
“I should apologize and turn around and leave.”
I swallowed hard.
He didn’t leave.
Instead, he moved into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.
“But you see, there’s a problem.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
He reached out, running a single finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
I folded my arms across my chest now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.
“You’re covering yourself like a woman who thinks she’s unattractive,” he said, moving close enough that his whispered words ruffled the hairs on the side of my face. “But the truth is, my cock’s hard just looking at you.”
I stiffened at his words.
No one had ever spoken to me like that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a manner.
“How does that make you feel, Gwyn?” He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.
I should have run out, but I was half naked. And the truth was, I couldn’t move. My legs were stiff, and my feet were rooted to the spot.
“How does it make you feel knowing my cock is hard and throbbing for you?” He licked my lobe, and I shivered. “Here you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and corruptible ... what’s an evil man like me supposed to do?”
“You’re not evil,” I said, finally able to speak up.
My voice squeaked with my words, making me blush even harder.
He leaned back, his brow lifting in question. “You don’t think I’m evil?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little bit.”
“I assure you I am.” Again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
As if an automatic reflex, I tilted my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.
“I’m jealous of the way the lace on your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space between your thighs.” He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the side of my neck and filling my ear. “I want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be resting inside your warmth.”
Dear God, he was good, and I was so very bad. 


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RECKLESS BY LEX MARTIN-RELEASE BLITZ



Title: Reckless
Author: Lex Martin 
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 20, 2018

Blurb

Tori…

For the record, I’m not going to hook up with my boss.

I'm a lot of things—a screwup, a basket case, a flunky. But when I take a nanny job to be near my pregnant sister, I swear to myself I’ll walk the straight and narrow, which means I cannot fall for my insanely hot boss.

I don't want to be tempted by that rugged rancher. By his chiseled muscles or southern charm or the way he snuggles his kids at bedtime. Ethan Carter won't get the key to my heart, no matter how much I want him.

Ethan…

Between us, she's the last thing I need as I finalize my hellish divorce.

What sane man trying to rebuild his life wants a hot nanny with long, sexy hair, curves for miles, and a smart mouth? A perfectly kissable, pouty mouth that I shouldn't notice.

My focus is on my kids and my ranch, not the insufferable siren who sleeps in the room next to mine. It doesn't matter that she wins over my kids in a heartbeat or runs my life better than I do. Tori Duran is the one woman I can't have and shouldn't want, no matter how much I crave her.



Whew. This was an emotional read. There was so much for Ethan and Tori. You wanted things to be better for each of them, you like them, you sympathize with them, and you want all of the good things to happen to them. You are angry at the things that happen to them, frustrated with them, there is some angst, and there are moments when Ethan shows just how much Tori means to him that just leave you a little in love with him, and how much he cares for her.

Ethan is a good guy. The way he treats Tori, the way he respects her, the way he loves her for who she is and appreciates her, it's wonderful. Tori is a handful, and there have been some things in her life that have made her feel that who she is as a person isn't quite good enough. I loved that Ethan doesn't see this. Yes, he sees her faults, but he doesn't want her to be anything but who she is.

There is a lot going on. Kids, brothers, ex wives and boyfriends, sisters and parents. It could have felt crowded, but the secondary characters were balanced well and really didn't feel like there was too much time spent with them.

Tori and Ethan have chemistry. They strike sparks against one another from the beginning...although, Ethan's first appearance might have been the hottest first impression of any hero, ever. They fight the chemistry and there is a lot of them ignoring and pretending they don't feel the attraction.

The night under the stars is hot, and romantic, and different, and I loved not only the way it was handled, but the glimpse into how much Ethan really feels for Tori by his actions and the things he does, and doesn't do. I loved the choices he makes for her, the things he does out of respect for Tori and the relationship they are building.

I enjoyed this book, and I recommend it.




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Author Bio

Lex writes contemporary romance, the sexy kind with lotsa angst, a whole lotta kissing, and the hot happily ever afters. When she's not writing, she lives a parallel life as an English teacher. She loves printing black and white photos, listening to music on vinyl, and getting lost in a great book. Bitten by wanderlust, she's lived all over the country but currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband and twin daughters.

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SMOOTH-TALKING COWBOY BY MAISEY YATES-RELEASE DAY LAUNCH

 
 
From New York Times best selling author Maisey Yates, comes SMOOTH-TALKING COWBOY—the first standalone novel in her Gold Valley Series! 

SMOOTH-TALKING COWBOY is now available. Grab your copy today!


SMOOTH-TALKING COWBOY Synopsis:

Welcome to Gold Valley, Oregon, where a rough-and-tumble rancher and the girl next door are about to learn that opposites attract.
Olivia Logan has a plan: win back her ex by making him see what he’s missing. But first she needs to find a man who’s willing to play along. With his laid-back cowboy charm and knack for getting under her skin, Luke Hollister is an unlikely hero—but he wants her help convincing her father to sell him land, which means he needs her as much as she needs him.
Luke likes his life—and his women—uncomplicated. So why does good girl Olivia heat his blood like no one else? She’s always been off-limits, but the more time they spend as Gold Valley’s hottest new “couple,” the more real it’s starting to feel. Luke was supposed to help her win back another man…not keep her in his arms. But now that he has her there, he’s not sure he’ll ever let go.

Grab your copy of SMOOTH-TALKING COWBOY today!

Luke Hollister was kissing her. He was only the second man to kiss her. The sec­ond man to ever put his mouth against hers. But at the moment, she couldn’t even compare the two experi­ences. She was frozen, and Luke was still, too, but he was… Him. He tasted like Luke. Like sunshine and hard work. Like whiskey that lingered on his lips. And like a whole lot of trouble. It was more than just taste, more than just the strange sensation of a mouth that was an unfamiliar shape pressed against hers. It transcended those physi­cal things. And it went somewhere deeper. She was on fire. Melting. Her legs were weak, her stomach trembling. It was as if she had never been kissed before at all. That’s how different it was. His hand was so big, and it was pressed against her lower back, like he owned her. His other hand came up to cup her face—rough, callused—skimming over her cheekbone. He didn’t take the kiss deeper. Didn’t part her lips. It was over in less than a second. A chaste kiss. A simple kiss. That left nothing chaste or simple remaining in her entire body. There was a pulse pounding insistently between her legs, a slick wetness that had built up in defiance of ev­erything she knew about herself. Her heart was pound­ing, her breasts heavy, her nipples tightened into painful points. It was over. Over long before she was able to move or think or react at all. Over long before she realized they were still standing in the middle of the Gold Val­ley saloon, rather than in some moment that existed outside of space and time. Luke Hollister had just kissed her in front of ev­eryone. Bennett was there. She remembered that too late. She remembered everything too late. Including why they were doing this. Of course. He was making a show, as he had promised he would do. And he was definitely trying to get a rise out of her, which she expected, be­cause he was Luke. All of that made sense. Except none of it made sense. Not inside of her anyway. “Throw the dart,” he said, his mouth so close to hers it would take nothing for her lips to touch his again. Nothing at all. Then he withdrew, taking a step back and leaning against the table again, all cocky arrogance and that kind of masculine swagger she hated. She did. She hated it. And right now she was pretty sure she might hate him, too. She turned away from him, drew her arm back and threw the dart. And it missed. She hadn’t missed a bull’s-eye without meaning to in more than ten years. Hot, angry tears pricked her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Because that was just stupid. This was a game. That was all. It was supposed to be a game where they made Bennett jealous. Where they made him think that he was in danger of losing her. It was supposed to make Bennett feel wild and un­pleasant things; it was not supposed to make her feel wild and unpleasant things. Too late she remembered to look over at Bennett. And when she did, she had to force herself. He was fac­ing away from them. For all she knew, he hadn’t even seen the kiss. “He saw.” She blinked, feeling numb. “What?” Luke was looking at her, his expression grave. “Ben­nett saw the kiss,” he said. And just like that, she felt about two feet tall. Be­cause not only had he read her mind just now, it confirmed to her that Bennett was all he had been thinking about during the kiss. She hadn’t thought of Bennett until after. Much, much after. But Luke had been aware the entire time. And then, when she had been standing there feeling vulnerable and reduced, desperately try­ing to remember the purpose behind this entire inter­action, he had read her. Unerringly. Meanwhile, she couldn’t read him or Bennett or any­thing. She couldn’t even read herself. “Good,” she said, as if it was all she cared about. As if there was nothing more conflicting inside of her than whether or not they had managed to affect Bennett. To say nothing about how she had been affected.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Maisey Yates lives in rural Oregon with her three children and her husband, whose chiseled jaw and arresting features continue to make her swoon. She feels the epic trek she takes several times a day from her office to her coffee maker is a true example of her pioneer spirit. In 2009, at the age of twenty-three Maisey sold her first book. Since then it’s been a whirlwind of sexy alpha males and happily ever afters, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Maisey divides her writing time between dark, passionate category romances set just about everywhere on earth and light sexy contemporary romances set practically in her back yard. She believes that she clearly has the best job in the world.


 

 
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