**BLOG TOUR** ~ Love Rewritten, by Jayne Lynne-Daniels Blog (includes excerpt & giveaway)

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Be Careful What You
Kiss For (Love Rewritten, Book 1)
 
When a psychic gives Tensley the chance to erase her biggest regret and replay her life with the one who got away, who would have thought a simple “do-over” could go so terribly wrong—and feel so right?
 
TAKE IT…
 
When Tensley Tanner-Starbrook gets the chance for one life “do-over” from a well-intentioned but bumbling psychic, she goes for it. But that change turns everything else upside down. Instead of a buttoned-up corporate executive, she’s now an entirely unbuttoned exotic dancer. And she’s face to…face with the one man she’s never been able to get over.
 
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Detective Max Hunter has come a long way from high-school bad boy, and with everything on the line, nothing can stop him…except seeing his first love dancing in the club he’s been assigned to investigate. Torn between getting her far away from the place and needing her help as an insider, he knows only two things for sure: Tensley’s stirring feelings he thought long ago buried, and a relationship with her would be career suicide. Yet, maybe, just maybe, this was a love meant to overcome the past.
 
EXCERPT:
From the 2015 RITA nominated Be Careful What You Kiss For:
 
One by one, her arms snaked along the stage, her ass in the air and hair falling around her shoulders as her nipples brushed the floor, sending waves of an I-can’t-believe-I’m-doing-this thrill through her. The man in the striped shirt gripped his drink and leaned forward. Tensley made straight for him, the tip of her tongue working a lazy, seductive journey around her mouth.
 
His face lit up in anticipation, which turned to raw desire as she reached the end of the stage and rose on her knees to stroke herself while watching him through her lashes. Then she beckoned him toward her with one crimson-tipped index finger. He stood as if in a trance, not seeming to notice as he tripped over a chair. He just kept going.
 
Come to Mama. This was so not Tensley Tanner-Starbrook. But who had to know that? No one.
 
For a few minutes of her life, she could be someone else. Have a little fun. Ride on up to the orgasm bar and mix her own, instead of hoping someone like Bryan, who got points for congeniality, but couldn’t rock her world if his cock was twice its size…would do it for her.
 
Head back, she thrust both arms in the air and her crotch toward the mesmerized man. Hell, yes. Shewas Delightful, thank you very much.
 
His hand snaked forward.
 
The voice of another man sliced through it all to jolt her brain, if not the body performing independent of her brain, to a screeching halt. “Back up, buddy,” he said, loud enough to be heard over the music. “No touching her.”
 
With a gulp, her arms still triumphantly in the air, she shifted an uncertain gaze to the chair, cloaked in shadows, where that voice had come from.
 
It couldn’t be.
 
Razor-sharp memories pushed forward in her mind. The warm white bath of moonlight. A summer breeze washing over their damp, naked teenage bodies. The smell of newly mown fields. The lump in her throat before she worked up the courage to whisper, “I love you.”
 
Nooooo. She had to stop dancing. Had to end the dizzying swirl of confusion that had caused her to think—
 
Shadow man got to his feet and her eyes shot straight to his tall, dark silhouette. His fingers flashed into the light as he lifted a drink to her. “Lookin’ good.”
 
Max.
 
With every bit of physical strength she could find, Tensley grabbed the finger still motioning the man in the striped shirt forward. She pulled both hands down and to her sides. Her tongue tried to poke forward to lick her lips again, so she sank her teeth into it, hard, and let out a screech. She tasted blood.
 
Her body wasn’t giving up that easily, though. Before she knew it, she was back on her feet, gyrating and grinding, moving as though her two hands weren’t engaged in a go–stop–go battle. Every time her hip shot to one side, she stomped her foot, in the vain hope that would stop it. Something halfway between a purr and a growl came out of her mouth as she concentrated on jamming both hands on her waist. And keeping them there.
 
Again with the hip thrusting. Again with the stomping.
 
The striped-shirt man backed up, his expression baffled. Possibly because he’d never seen a step-dance striptease before.
 
Her hips continued on and then her leg joined in, kicking high as the music hit a crescendo, undeterred by the fight she was having with herself. It wasn’t until she ended up doing a vertical split of sorts, legs on the pole, fists still glued to her waist, that the music finally stopped and she regained control of her body.
 
Tensley eased her extended leg down and off the pole, inch by inch, and stood in the middle of the stage. After a minute or two of stunned silence, the crowd responded with polite applause and a few cat calls.
 
If he’s here, really here, I don’t want to know. I don’t. The man in the striped shirt approached to drop a twenty on the stage. Tensley peered past him into the darkness, trying to get a better look at the man she didn’t want to see.
 
The audience seemed to be waiting for her to do something. Tensley put one foot behind the other and bobbed a curtsy straight out of Miss Jodi’s tap dance class. Miss Jodi had always said a lady should never leave a performance without a curtsy.
 
She wondered, though, if Miss Jodi had meant every kind of performance.
 
Footsteps again clattered across the stage and the woman who had threatened to evict her earlier grabbed the mike to demand, “Now, are y’all ready for Terrible Tawny, the Tahitian Temptress?”
 
The audience sounded its approval and the woman spread her arms wide, the sleeves of her sparkling costume nearly knocking Tensley off the stage. She stumbled backward, but caught herself. New music blared and Terrible Tawny began to move her hips from side to side in time to the beat. Then she backed up, one long-limbed step at a time, until she reached the spot where Tensley stood.
 
Another sharp gyration and Tawny pulled off part of her costume with a flourish. When it landed on Tensley’s head, the crowd responded with hoots. Tensley reached up, yanked it to the floor and then tucked her hands under her arms, pulling them in tight as she shuffled backward out of the spotlight.Get me out of this place.
 
She hesitated at the top of the stairs, struggling to get her bearings. She had to call the police. Report this. And say—what? All she could remember was the flash above Madame Claire’s head. And the words she’d said. A do-over. The psychic had said it was possible.
 
What if the idea for revenge that Tensley had tossed off had actually happened? If she’d punched Rhonda Reardon. What if—this strip joint was now her life?
 
A wave of nausea turned her knees to Jell-O. She grabbed the metal handrail for support as she half-teetered, half-fell down the few stairs, then sat at the bottom and closed her eyes.
 
It couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true. She’d click her heels together three times, like Dorothy, and…
 
Then she heard his voice, inches away, rocketing straight through the music. “Been a long time.”
 
Her stomach did a double backflip. She remained perfectly still.
 
Warm breath ruffled the hair over her ear, caressing her skin. “I want a private dance.”
 
Tensley opened her eyes and turned to the one man she’d never been able to get out of her system, even though he’d shattered her heart so badly, it had never properly healed. Virtual gymnasts began spinning, twirling, leaping, falling off a balance beam in her stomach, until she had to press a fist tight to her middle to make them stop.
 
 
“Max.”
 
 
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K*ss Happens (Love
Rewritten, Book 2)
Emma Zane has one magical chance to erase the past and reclaim her soulmate lover and her dreams of a successful songwriting career, but as the song says, it ain’t gonna be easy.
KISS HAPPENS
What if you could have one “do-over” in life? Emma Zane, who lost her lover and soulmate, Chase Chapman, and her passion for songwriting when she couldn’t find the courage to go to Nashville, is about to find out.
 
But a do-over, even a magic one, isn’t that easy. Emma’s abruptly thrust into a new life as an award-winning songwriter, only to find out she’s double-crossed Chase, stomped on others with her custom-made boots, and is engaged to a rising country star who has Emma locked into an ironclad contract. 
Now the woman who once pushed aside her dreams and the man she loves have to navigate a new world to reclaim both—without racking up more regrets than the one she started with. As the song says, it ain’t gonna be easy.
 
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K*SS HAPPENS
 
 
 
Starts With a Kiss
(Love Rewritten, Book 3)

 

With the help of a seemingly innocent spell, Anya Ramsay is about to completely change the direction of her life—and it’ll be a wilder ride
than she ever expected.
 
STARTING OVER
Everything will finally be better. In college Anya Ramsay made the worst mistake of her life, but a gypsy spell now offers the chance to have done everything different. To have done everything right. The college car accident that disfigured her face and paralyzed basketball star Ryder Brandt, the man she’s always loved? It’ll have never happened. But nothing is ever so easy, just as some things—like Ryder’s kiss—can never be forgotten. To rectify all,  Anya has to come to terms with who she is and what she’s done. Rewriting this mistake will be a ride wilder than the original, but at the end of the trip is a happy ending—and a life with the perfect man for her past, present and future.
 
 
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STARTS WITH A KISS
 
 
ABOUT JANE LYNNE  DANIELS:
author-janelynne-danielsJane Lynne Daniels grew up a city girl, only to meet the love of her life at the annual Volunteer Fireman’s Ball in tiny Grass Valley, Oregon. She and her husband and dogs recently moved from the Pacific Northwest to Ohio, where they miss the rain and ocean, but love the change in seasons. Jane is doing her best to adopt a Midwest accent, but since people look at her funny when she tries, it probably isn’t working.
 
 
 
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*Book Blitz* Nashville Crazy by Bethany Michael

Nashville CrazyTitle: Nashville Crazy

Author: Bethany Michael

Genre: Hot contemporary/erotic romance

Release date: April 7th, 2015

Released by: Dragonfly Press Books

Length: 80 pages

Blurb: When Harper Perry’s latest Hollywood debacle blows up the internet, the fallen starlet returns home to Nashville…and the man she left behind. She needs someone to make her Tennessee home livable–someone who will be discreet while she lays low and lets all the negative press blow over. Former lover Dan Ryan is just the handy man for the job.  With her personal life being primetime tabloid fodder, her career on the skids, and her concert tour facing cancellation, Harper has a lot to figure out. The last thing she needs is the irresistibly sexy handyman working his way back into her life…and her bed.

Dan Ryan has never forgotten the girl who left town the second he confessed his feelings for her ran deeper than the sizzling hot hours they spent burning up the sheets. And with half a dozen women on speed dial, he’s tried! But once he sees Harper again, he knows why no other woman has ever touched his heart–he gave it away to Harper years earlier. Now that she’s back in town, however briefly, Dan is determined not to let Harper get away a second time…even if he has to give up everything he’s worked for to keep her.

Author bio:

Bethany Michael Nashville CrazyBethany Michaels is the author of over a dozen steamy contemporary novels as well as a few Regency-set historicals and light paranormals. The first book in her “Naughty in Nashville” steamy country music series, Nashville Heat, was a finalist in RT Magazine’s Reviewers’ Choice awards for Best Small Press Erotic Romance.

She also creates cover art for indie authors through Dragonfly Press Design (www.dragonflypressdesign.com).

When not writing, Bethany enjoys movies, travelling, the outdoors, volunteering with her kids’ scout troops and visiting the cool places around Nashville where her books are set. A native Hoosier, she now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and children.

Links:

Website: www.bethanymichaels.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bethany.michaels

Twitter: @bmichaelsauthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/bethanymichaels

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BLOG TOUR ~**Scorched**~ by Sarah O’Rourke (includes excerpts)

  Erotic Romantic Comedy

Adult/18+ Read

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Sizzle, the Erotic Romcom by Sarah O’Rourke, has been on my radar for a LONG time, too long as I think I have been missing out on one helluva hot and humorous read and some seriously smexy scenes! Now the writing duo that comprise Sarah O’Rourke has produced a follow up novella in Scorched, again featuring the hero and heroine, Molly and William “Devil” Delancy, which looks just as entertaining. Scroll down to find out what all the fuss is about  and read an excerpt (or two –  a ‘tame’ and ‘not so tame’  excerpt  are available or your reading pleasure. There are also a host of tantalising teasers! Tina 🙂 

Scorched available for only 99 cents for a limited time! Sizzle on sale for $1.99 from April 6-10!  

Synopsis:

Life after marriage was everything that William “Devil” Delancy was all that he wanted it to be and more.  That was, until his sweet, amazing (and slightly scary!) wife Molly decided to do the impossible — arrange the wedding of his drama queen assistant!

The question soon becomes…will the always-in-control Devil lose Molly to the wedding plans that are quickly falling apart, or will he be able to pull out all of the scorching sexual charms he’s known for and bring her back to the dark side?

Romantic erotica comedy at its best! New Release…ONLY 99 pennies for a limited time! 42K words – STANDALONE sequel to Sizzle!

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Author Bio: 

Sarah O’Rourke is the alter ego of two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic fiction and erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Ft. Campbell, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their husbands…and writing about love in every way possible.

Inspired by their dog-eared copies of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel Magnolias, they love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that have multiple characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS have a happy ending…eventually! 

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Website: http://www.sarahorourke.info/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/sarahorourke

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Goodreads Scorched link: http://bit.ly/17PbNsQ

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Excerpt from Scorched

Tame version

Disturbed, Devil paused mid-rant and cocked his head in Grant’s direction. “Seriously, bud, when was the last time you and Karen had a little ‘alone’ time?” he asked, using air quotes. Honestly, when he and Grant had been in college and shared a dorm room, he’d been forced to listen to his best friend and his girl screw like bunnies. They were always all over each other. He’d just assumed that they were still as…active as they once were.

“I’ll take your eight weeks and raise you a fiscal quarter,” Grant replied miserably. “That’s right, boys…three monkin’ months.”

“Monkin’?” Devil repeated curiously, arching one dark, inky eyebrow as he waited for Grant to elaborate – which he would. He always did.

“Yeah,” Grant retorted stubbornly, draining his whiskey sour in one long gulp, “Monkin’. It’s the opposite of fuckin’,” he explained, belching loudly. “See, monks are chaste. Like me. Get it?” he chuckled, elbowing Devil in the side. “At this rate, we’re both gonna be born-again virgins, man.”

Blinking, Nick stared at Grant in fascination. “You can tell me it’s none of my business, but….why?”

“Why, what?” Grant grunted, frowning into his now empty glass.

“Why haven’t you and your wife been….you know….”

“Bumpin’ uglies? Doin’ the deed? Makin’ sweet, sweet loooooovvvveee to my lady?” Grant drawled as Devil groaned and buried his face in his hands and begged whatever God was listening for a quick death.

“Yeah,” Nick nodded, interested now.

“Dear God, I beg you not to answer that, man. Karen is like a sister to me,” Devil begged, grimacing at the thought of what could be coming next.

“Now you know how I feel with Molly,” Grant replied unapologetically before directing his gaze toward Nick. “Well, it’s like this, Nicky, my boy. I don’t get laid much anymore because of a little thing I like to call the Three Ms. Marriage, Middle age, and Menopause. Now, any one of those can put a damper on the sexual shenanigans, but all three together? Let’s just say that those creamy white thighs of our lovers’ legs will close tighter than the vaults at Fort Knox.   It’s a cocktail for catastrophe. It happens to all of us couples, my friend. Even the gay ones,” he assured the younger man with a sympathetic smile.   “Yep, my wife has entered into those confusing years where I’m never sure if she wants to kiss me or kill me. Although, lately, I really think she’s leaning toward the ‘kill me’ option. I got a notice in the mail that she upped my life insurance. I’m not exactly feeling safe in my own home these days,” he lamented.

Catching the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression blanketing you Nicholas’ face, Devil sighed heavily. “You’re scaring the boy, Grant. Knock it off. The kid’s got enough problems right now without hearing how his sex life will eventually become as mythical as the existence of unicorns.”

“Better he hears the truth from a friend,” Grant counseled wisely.

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Excerpt from Scorched by Sarah O’Rourke

Not-so-tame version

Moaning as Devil palmed one warm globe and lifted it to his mouth, Molly watched him envelope her nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak and watching as it drew even tighter. “God!” she gasped as he delivered the same treatment to the opposite breast, “I love it when you do that.”

“Tits like these deserve to be worshiped, darlin’. And believe me, I could kneel at this altar all night, but you’ve got so many more curves that I want to explore,” Devil rumbled in his velvety voice as he rained kisses over the upper curves of her breasts.

Molly felt like she was being both bathed in pleasure and showered by bliss as Devil traveled the hills and valleys of her body, exploring every inch of flesh with his damp lips. He paused every once in a while to lavish attention on certain locales, but mostly his mouth remained on the move, content to map her body with gentle touches of his lips. It was slow and sensual, and everything a woman could ask for in a lover.

Her legs moved restlessly against his as he reached the curve of her belly and hunger unlike anything she’d experienced before began to claw at her as Devil’s soft lips lingered over her belly button, his devilish tongue flicking that ticklish spot playfully.   Writhing underneath her husband’s marauding lips, Molly giggled as her fingers speared Devil’s hair. “Stop that!” she gasped, twisting underneath him as their legs tangled together.

“Tell me I’m a sex god, then,” Devil demanded, flicking her belly button again and pulling a high pitched squeal from his wife.

“Are you crazy? I will not!” Molly laughed, attempting to turn away from him onto her belly.

Holding Molly flat on her back with one splayed palm against her torso, Devil grinned against her skin. “Say it,” he demanded, moving his mouth lower, his breath teasing against her sensitive folds. “Say it or you earn a punishment,” he warned teasingly, lifting his head long enough to give his wife a roguish grin.

Molly’s eyes lit up at his not-so-scary threat. Licking her lips slowly as her body undulated beneath his, she shook her head. “No,” she clipped tartly, privately knowing that his ‘punishment’ would deliver nothing but the most sinful pleasure.

“No, huh?” Devil drawled, one eyebrow arching as he considered his wife beneath him. “Is my Molly feeling sassy tonight?” he asked, popping his open palm against her neatly trimmed pussy. Hearing her low moan, Devil grinned again. “Tell me, baby, am I going to need to fuck that sass right out of you?”

Molly offered her husband a sexy smile and cocked her head on the pillow as she stared up at him and said the three words guaranteed to drive him wild. “If you can.”

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**BLOG TOUR** ~ Katie in Love, by Chloe Thurlow (includes author post and giveaway)

 Contemporary Erotic Romance

18+/Adult Read

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A big welcome today to the Blog Tour for Chloe Thurlow’s current release Katie in Love. Scroll down to read an author post and the book blurb. You can also find out about the author and enter a giveaway where you can win some signed books. Tina 🙂

AUTHOR POST

Books write themselves. The writer has to sit plucking at the keyboard long gruelling hours every day for months (do pass another bottle of red), but once the characters are created, they grow wings and live their own lives.

That was certainly the case with Katie in Love, my new novel. Katie had been in my head for a long time. Not me, but bits of me mixed with borrowed mannerisms and characteristics I needed in order to explore something I have always been afraid of: LOVE, that intangible puzzle of raw feelings and fizzing hormones.

Katie Boyd is promiscuous, shallow (not like me at all) with long dancer legs and that disdainful half smile men go crazy about. She meets Tom Bridge – a doctor suntanned in winter from his job running an orphanage in Sri Lanka, and they really hit it off in Katie’s big bed with windows looking out over the skyline of City banks.

Now what? Tom when he leaves next morning forgets his cell phone – a device that shows he is preoccupied (a character trait: he is worried about the hungry, war victims, orphan children). When he calls his own number to invite Katie for lunch, she is uncertain (a character trait) whether he merely wants his phone back or, indeed, wants to take her to lunch.

Once Katie had become herself and Tom had become himself, real people with real problems, needs, worries and phobias, I followed the road map that slowly unfolded until Katie in Love reached an ending that surprised me completely. It was a nice surprise, and I am inordinately proud of this book that Katie and Tom made me write.

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Katie Boyd has nothing in common with Tom Bridge, the volunteer doctor she meets at a party – except in bed she finds a passion to match her own. Tom is intense, puzzling, a man who cares about others and compels Katie to question her own life drifting through the hip clubs and London party scene.

When Tom returns to his post in a Sri Lanka orphanage, Katie isn’t sure if their passion was lit by its brevity, or if love, unexpected and not entirely wanted, has edged its way into her life. Should she go back to being who she always was? Or follow Tom into the unknown?

Katie in Love is a compelling erotic-romance that will grip readers as they follow Katie’s journey to an ending they may have expected – but not in the way they expected it.

Brilliantly written and coolly self-aware, Chloe Thurlow was described by KM Dylan on Amazon as “…the Anaïs Nin of our times.” With Katie in Love – her sixth novel – Thurlow reveals a writer at the height of her powers.

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Link for Amazon downloads – http://bookgoodies.com/a/B00S1SMMIG

Link for Amazon books –  http://bookgoodies.com/a/1503014908

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Chloe Thurlow lives in London, loves movies and chatting about them after over pizza with friends. She has too many shoes, loves dancing, Mediterranean nights, hairless chests and broad shoulders. Katie in Love is her sixth novel and she is well-known for her naughty, wise, hilarious blog @ www.chloethurlow.com

Website: http://www.chloethurlow.com/

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**RELEASE LAUNCH** ~ I’ll Sing for my Dinner, by BR Kingsolver (includes chapter 1)

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We are delighted to be taking part in the Release Launch for BR Kingsolver’s new release I’ll Sing for my Dinner. After reading the chapter 1 excerpt below I am itching to know what happens next in this contemporary romance! Tina 🙂

 
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SYNOPSIS:
 
When Cecily Buchanan walks into the  Roadhouse Bar and Grill and offers to sing for a meal, ex-Marine Jake McGarrity can’t say no. Some say Jake is too soft hearted for his own good. But letting the waif with the cover girl face and the voice of an angel walk away would be more than he could stand.
 
Cecily’s sweet nature, bubbly personality and obvious talent endear her to everyone she meets, and Jake soon  knows his heart is lost. But Cecily has secrets and won’t talk about her past, one so dark that she has nightmares and clutches a knife while she sleeps.
 
When those who are chasing her close in, she faces the decision of whether to run again, or to trust her life to the
cowboy who has taught her the meaning of love.
 
Warning: This novel contains a dark subplot concerning previous abuse/rape.
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Chapter 1
 
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A pickup truck pulled up in front of the bar and stopped. It looked like Luke Sowers in the driver’s seat. The door on the other side opened, but I couldn’t see who got out. Then the truck pulled out again, the tires throwing gravel, and sped off.
 
What was left, standing in the parking lot, looked like a hippie. A girl, with a backpack and something else. She shouldered the pack, picked up what I now could see was a guitar case, and headed for the door. Apparently, she was a hitchhiker and he dropped her off at my place. Thanks, Luke.
 
Making her way through the door, she came straight toward me instead of taking a seat at one of the tables. The sign by the door said ‘Seat yourself,’ so I wondered what in the hell this was all about.
 
Stopping in front of me, she looked up into my face and asked in one of the most beautiful voices I’d ever heard, “May I speak to the owner, or the manager?”
 
The voice was a surprise, like a flower blooming in the desert. Her face was a shock. For all the grime, she was beautiful. Not pretty, but the kind of beauty you see on the covers of magazines. Long stringy greasy hair fell past her small breasts. She was thin, too thin, with a look in her gray eyes I hadn’t seen since coming back to the States, a combination of shell shock and hunger. The overall impression she projected was fragility. She came up to about my shoulder and I wasn’t sure she was old enough to be in a bar. What in the hell was she doing hitchhiking alone?
 
“I’m the owner, and the manager,” I replied. “I’m Jake McGarrity.”
 
“I’m Cecily,” she said. Turning, she looked around the room. The Roadhouse is a pretty typical bar with a bandstand at the end opposite the door and an area cleared for dancing. It was six-thirty in the evening, and we had two families with kids, about half a dozen couples, and two groups of four cowboys, all eating dinner. On a Wednesday night, that was pretty good. On a weekend, we did a lot better, and lunch was usually packed.
 
Turning back to me, she licked her lips and then said, “You have live music in here.” It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. The bandstand with the microphones and amplifiers made that pretty obvious.
 
“We have a band start at nine on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights,” I said.
 
“Do you ever have live music for your dinner guests?”
 
I gestured to one of the speakers on the wall. “We use canned music.”
 
“Mr. McGarrity, I don’t have a red cent to my name, and I haven’t eaten in two days,” she said. “I’ll play for your guests in exchange for a meal.”
 
My God. The raw, naked hope in her face was almost too much for me. My eyes blurred a little bit. People tell me sometimes that I’m a soft touch. I figure that charity never hurts the giver. I was going to feed her. There was no way I was going to turn someone away after they approached me like that.
 
“What kind of music do you play?” I asked.
 
She shrugged. “I can play anything. For dinner music,” she gestured toward the customers sitting at the tables, “something soft and relaxing, loud enough to be noticed, but not so loud that people can’t carry on a conversation. People’s behavior is different with live music, you know.
 
They stay longer after they finish their meals and order more drinks.”
 
In addition to the beauty of her voice, her accent was cultured. This girl was raised with money, or at least well educated. And she hadn’t been on the streets long enough for her vocabulary to degenerate. She didn’t even speak like a normal kid.
 
I took a deep breath, and then she said in a rush, “Let me just play a couple of songs. Okay? Before you decide. Please? And then, if you don’t think it’s a good idea, I’ll go.”
 
Go where? Go out and stand beside the highway with her thumb out? Just the thought of her hitchhiking, getting in strangers’ cars and ending the night raped and dead in a ditch, scared the hell out of me. If I read about her in the newspaper tomorrow, I’d never be able to forgive myself.
 
Nodding, I said, “Let’s hear what you’ve got.” I pulled a menu out from under the bar and pushed it across to her. “Give me your order, and you can play until your food is ready.”
 
Looking down the menu, she raised her head. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage. Could I get the baked flounder and a salad? Is that too much?”
 
“What kind of dressing on your salad?” I answered.
 
“Oil and vinegar, or Italian. Something like that.”
 
“Put your backpack over there,” I said, pointing to a corner behind the bar and off to the side of the kitchen door.
 
She dropped the pack there, and as she passed me, I got a whiff of her. She and her clothes hadn’t been washed in far too long. Taking her guitar case up to the bandstand, she pulled out a beautiful Martin D45 with an electronic pickup. She could hock the guitar for enough money to get anywhere in the country, and eat well besides. The way she handled it, I had a feeling she’d starve to death before that happened.
 
Plugging into an amp, she checked the tuning on the guitar, flipped on the power, and hit a note. She turned the volume down, pulled a stool up to the edge of the bandstand and sat down.
 
I watched as she fitted finger picks on her right hand, and I wondered exactly what I was about to hear. All of her movements were efficient, practiced. She had played for audiences before, and she didn’t show a shred of nervousness.
 
I went and turned off the canned music and nodded to her. Most of my customers glanced her way, and some turned and watched her. Everyone was curious. I knew all these folks, and they were good people. Unless she sounded like a tortured cat, they would be polite.
 
And then she started to play. I recognized the tune immediately. Segovia, played on a steelstring guitar. As she promised, the music filled the room, but it was quiet enough that it wasn’t intrusive. I listened in astonishment as she flawlessly negotiated the complex piece of classical music. When she finished, she moved right into a Frank Sinatra tune, and from there a song off an old Mason Williams album. She hadn’t been bragging when she said she could play anything.
 
“You’re going to screw up your reputation as a hard-boiled ex-Marine,” Kathy said with a chuckle when she brought Cecily’s meal from the kitchen, startling me out of some kind of trance I had fallen into watching Cecily play.
 
“At least she’s paying for her meal,” Kathy continued. “Normally you just feed down-andout vets who offer nothing but a hard-luck story.”
 
“I don’t have a need to impress people with what kind of hard-ass I am,” I told her. “Too many of the guys I knew like that got their asses shot off trying to be a hero.”
 
I waived Cecily over, and she came to the bar and perched on one of the barstools. She ate slowly, carefully chewing small bites. That about broke my heart. She was used to being hungry, and knew wolfing it down might cause her to be sick.
 
“Would you like something to drink besides water?” I asked.
 
She gave me a startled look, then looked at the taps and bottles lined up behind the bar. “A glass of white wine would be nice,” she said. “Do you pour a sauvignon blanc by the glass?”
 
Where in the hell did this girl come from? And what happened to her to put her in this kind of personal hell out on the Colorado plains? I poured her wine and set it down in front of her. She swirled the wine in the glass, smelled it, and took a sip. That earned me an even more startled look.
 
“Is this really what you normally pour as bar wine?” she asked, her eyes wide.
 
“It’s what I pour for dirty, starving hitchhikers who play Segovia on fine, vintage guitars,” I answered. The fact that she recognized the quality of the bottle I’d opened for her told me volumes as to how she used to live.
 
She blushed. “Thank you.”
 
“Do you sing?” I asked.
 
“Yes. Is it all right if I sing?”
 
“Do whatever you like. From what I’ve heard so far, you’ve got more than a meal coming if you want to keep playing. I’ll pay you fifty bucks to play until eight.”
 
More customers had come in, but none had left. When she walked back onto the stage, everyone quieted and looked toward her expectantly. She started picking an intricate tune that settled into Bob Dylan’s Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right. She opened her mouth, and at the first note every other sound in the bar stopped. Even the noises in the kitchen stopped.
 
She sang in a strong, clear, pure mezzo-soprano, dropping into the contralto range on the tag line of each verse. Finishing the song, she immediately launched into Joni Mitchell’s Chelsea Morning, sung soprano, and followed that with Loretta Lynn’s Coal Miner’s Daughter, her voice taking on a twang that would make any hillbilly proud.
 
On Chelsea Morning, she took the notes on the words ‘heard’ and ‘pipes’ so high that I nervously glanced at my glassware.
 
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window
And the traffic wrote the words
It came ringing up like Christmas bells
And rapping up like pipes and drums
 
Her voice was flawless, with no reaching for notes, either on the high or low end of any register in which she chose to sing. I had never heard anything like it in my life.
 
Kathy, my assistant manager, took a glass of water up to the stage around the fourth song and set it next to her on the floor. Two songs later, one of the cowboys came over to the bar.
 
“Have you got a bowl or something, Jake? She should have a hat or something. You know, something people can put tips in.”
 
“Why don’t you loan her your hat, Mel?” I asked him with a grin.
 
“Hell, Jake, she probably wouldn’t want to touch the money after it sat in my sweat all night,” he said, grinning back at me. I had to admit, the battered lump of felt sitting on his head had seen better days.
 
I went back to the kitchen and got a bowl. When I handed it to him, he dropped a dollar in it, then walked back to his table. His friends also dropped money in the bowl, and he took it up and set it on the stage in front of her.
 
She smiled at him without missing a note. A thousand-watt smile that made him blush.
 
She played almost solid for over an hour, transitioning from folk to country, to gospel, to blues, even including a Billy Holiday song and a couple from Barbra Streisand. Her vocal range was incredible as she moved effortlessly from soprano to contralto. I don’t know how many people in a cowboy honky-tonk bar would recognize a classically-trained voice, but I did.
 
When she finished, I handed her fifty dollars and said, “If you want to come back, I’ll pay you a hundred dollars a night to play and sing between six and eight. Five nights a week, Wednesday through Sunday.”
 
“Seriously?”
 
“As serious as a heart attack,” I said. “Do you know where you’re going to spend the night? There’s a motel just a block down. It’s not fancy, but it’s clean.”
 
Looking at the money in her hand, she said, “I can’t afford a motel. I have a sleeping bag. I’ll find a place to crash.” She glanced over her shoulder at the cowboys who started her tip collection. From what I’d seen, she did pretty well on tips. “Maybe someone will offer me a bed.”
 
That did it. I had seen women in Afghanistan who had fallen so far that they were willing to sell their body for a scrap to eat or a warm place to sleep. Every protective instinct I had leaped up and opened my mouth.
 
“You can stay at my place,” I said.
 
She looked at the tattoo on my forearm, then back up to my face. A smile crooked the corners of her mouth, but it didn’t change the sad look in her eyes. “I’ve never slept with a jarhead before.”
 
Shaking my head, I said, “That’s not what I’m offering. You can stay in my spare room. It has its own bath. And you can do some laundry.”
 
Looking down at herself, she murmured, “That would be nice.” Raising her eyes to my face, she seemed to study me. “Mr. McGarrity, you’re too nice for your own good. How do you know I’m not a drug addict that will cut your throat and clean you out before morning?”
 
“I don’t sleep that heavy,” I said. “I’ll take the chance. As for being too nice, I’m not. No one has ever taken advantage of me twice.”
 
I asked Kathy to cover the bar until I got back. Grabbing her backpack, I said, “Come on, I’ll take you over there.”
 
“Don’t you have to work?”
 
“I’ll drop you off and come back.”
 
We went out to my pickup and I dumped her pack in the back. She brought the guitar inside with her, settling it on the floor and holding the neck of the case between her legs.
 
“That’s a nice guitar,” I said.
 
“It was my twelfth birthday present.”
 
“It’s a D45, isn’t it? Rosewood?” I asked, referring to the guitar’s body.
 
“Yes.”
 
The last time I’d seen an older D45 on sale of the quality she was playing, the shop was asking twelve thousand dollars. Someone had loved her to give that to a twelve year old.
 
“Do you play?” she asked. “You seem to know a lot about guitars.”
 
“Yes, but I’m light years away from your class. I have a D35 at home. My brother’s band is our standard house band. They’ll be playing tomorrow night.”
 
“Do you play with them?”
 
“Sometimes. He and I started the band in high school, and he kept it going when I joined the Marines.”
 
She nodded. We rode in silence for a while, then abruptly she said, “Mr. McGarrity, if anyone ever tells me that chivalry is dead, I’m going to send them to the Roadhouse Bar and Grill. It’s been a long time since anyone was this nice to me.”
 
 
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I’ve lived all over the U.S. and earned a living doing everything from making silver and turquoise jewelry, to construction to computers. I currently  live in Baltimore and Albuquerque.
 
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~RELEASE DAY BLITZ~ **No Ordinary Billionaire** by J.S. Scott

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Dante Sinclair never cared about his family’s money. All the young billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop; and now that he’s a homicide detective in Los Angeles, he’s a damn good one. But when he is injured and loses his partner in the line of duty, he returns to his vacation home in Amesport, Maine, to recover.

Sarah Baxter, a brilliant young doctor still struggling with her stifled upbringing, has recently moved from Chicago to sleepy Amesport to escape her past, hoping to find peace. When Sarah is assigned to Dante’s case, there’s an instant heat between them. They couldn’t possibly be more different, yet their igniting passion is impossible to ignore. As new feelings awaken within Sarah, her haunted past returns, threatening her once again. But can Dante overcome his grief and discover the secrets Sarah is hiding in time to protect and rescue her?

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J.S. Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romance. She’s an avid reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary erotic romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can’t seem to write them any other way!

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Author J.S.Scott trained and worked for years as a Registered Respiratory Therapist before becoming an Author.

She self published in April 2012 with no experience at all. “I put together my own bad covers and edited the stories myself. (Big mistake!) I used KDP Select when I first started and offered up the stories for free, alternating the freebies. To my surprise… I actually started selling some books.” Then she really hit it when she started working on a serial romance trilogy that readers started to follow enthusiastically — The Billionaire’s Obsession, which she eventually packaged into a “complete set” last February, selling the lot for one very low price. “I was lucky enough to have the book sell very well… well enough to hit the USA Today and NYT Bestsellers. Since then, I’ve written complete novels that have also done well.”

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**BLOG TOUR** ~ Give Me All of You, by F.L. Jacob (includes excerpt and giveaway)

Contemporary Romance

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Beth Emmons would not allow herself fall in
love. She’d been burned in the worst way
possible, leaving her with a secret that made her the black sheep of the
family.
Jake Martin wasn’t looking for love. After his ‘true love’ married another, he
kept to himself and lived the life of a bachelor.
When their paths crossed in Mexico, they
couldn’t get enough of each other. Beth
kept to her ‘friends with benefits’ plan, while Jake wanted more. A pregnancy scare caused Beth to run from Jake. Jake gave Beth the space she needed even if
it was going to kill him. Christmas at the Black Hollywood Club reunited them
and made them stronger.
Now, the family Beth wanted to forget pops back
into her life needing her full attention.
All the while, Beth’s secret is busting at the seams causing her to once
again distance herself from Jake. Jake
decides enough is enough and vows to fight for the love of his life, his real
true love.
Will Beth be able to give herself to
Jake? Can Jake’s love give Beth the
strength she needs, or will her secrets cause them to fall apart again, leaving
them shattered . . . unable to pick up the pieces.
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1de41-excerpt The lightening shines again in our room and she rolls to face me. Her beautiful lips are puckered and her cheeks are stained with tears from earlier. I slide into bed and pull her close to me. She snuggles right up and my heart feels like it is going to explode. This is so right. How can she not realize it?

My eyes slowly shut and I’m off into a peaceful sleep with the love of my life.

It feels as though my eyes just shut when I am jolted awake by Beth screaming out into the night. The blood curdling sound has me on my feet before I even know what is going on. I try to blink the sleep from my eyes and focus on the room.

That’s when I see her. In bed curled into a fetal position shaking uncontrollably. “Beth, Beth baby, what’s wrong?” She doesn’t loosen the grip on her legs. I don’t want to scare her any more than she is.

She jerks away from me when I place a hand on her shoulder trying to calm her. If it’s possible I think she actually curls into herself even more. I need her to focus on me. Moving swiftly around the bed to be in front of her, I crouch down to her eye level.

“Beth, I need you to look at me.” I move the matted hair away from her eyes. It takes a few minutes before I see her white knuckles move and start gaining color. Then her eyes meet mine. They seem so empty and scared.

When she finally seems to focus, she lunges at me. I move quickly to catch her body flying at me. If I didn’t know she was truly scared out of her mind, I would have laughed because she knocks me on my ass.

I just hold her. Caress her back and hair. She isn’t crying. If I had to guess I’d say she is in some sort of shock. Time seems to stand still. Then her body starts shaking again. “Beth, shhhhh, it’s going to be okay. Please talk to me. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her breathing seems to calm down and the shaking slows. “Where’d you go baby? Come back to me.” Feeling like I can move without scaring her, I cradle her to my chest and move to the bed again. Siting her on my lap, I rest my back on the headboard.

She looks up and tries to back out of my embrace. “Oh God, Jake, I’m so sorry.” Her hands try to cover her face. “That hasn’t happened to me since I was in school. Fuck how embarrassing.”

Grabbing her hands I pull them away. “You said you wouldn’t shut me out. Elizabeth look at me. What happened?”

Her face falls and she looks away.

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I am a mommy of two, wife to an amazing man, and full time employee. Life is crazy and busy! I started writing again during a darker time in my life in a group write in a Facebook group. They brought back my passion for writing that I haven’t felt since high school and helped me through hard times.
Starting this process was tedious and nerve-wracking, but my amazing ladies and my fabulous husband have inspired me to take my love for writing to the next step.
My current books are Have I Told You, I Won’t Give Up on You, A Very Merry Black Hollywood Christmas, all part of the Black Hollywood Series. Coming Soon will be Give Me All of You, book 3 in the BH Series.
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**Anniversary Book Blitz** Enduring Everything, by M. Sembera (includes excerpt)

 Contemporary Romance

We are thrilled to feature the Anniversary Blitz for M Sembera’s *Enduring Everything* one of the author’s Marked Heart novels, currently on promotion for 99c. Scroll down for an excerpt, find out about other books in the series and connect with the author. Tina 🙂

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Time doesn’t always heal old wounds. Often time makes them worse. Especially when you push those wounds to the back of your mind and focus on the life you want to lead. Then the day comes when you finally have everything.

It is then, you realize that nothing ever goes away.

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In order to put years of heartache and abuse behind her, Ren learned to bury the past deep down inside herself and focus on one thing; raising her daughter Sophia. As the years passed, she found peace in the daily routine of her job and becomes content with being a mom.

On the night of her daughter’s wedding, Ren takes a risk and strays from the predictable world she has set up for herself when her longtime friend Jackson rekindles a loving promise he made to her long ago.

Ren cannot keep her past buried, and the two struggle when old problems start to creep back into their lives. She cannot get her world back in order and her instinct is to shut everyone out.

In the midst of it all Ren is coerced into helping Charlotte, an adopted teenager of her close friends the Roberts’. Reluctantly agreeing, Ren finds Charlotte is in dire need of self-control and direction. Upon discovering they share a similar upbringing Ren feels she can advise Charlotte and keep her from repeating her own mistakes. Taking steps to ensure Charlotte’s recovery, her new found purpose causes a rift in the family she has come to know and love as her own.

Battling issues, both new and old, will Ren & Jacks be able to endure everything life has thrown at them or will Ren give up everything and isolate herself from the inevitable pain that will follow when all her secrets are revealed.

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Smiling, as I kissed the palm of her hand, I had waited for this moment between us for so long. I wanted her to say it. I needed to hear her say yes.

“Ren, you know what I want. Don’t you?”

With a confused look in her eyes she questioned, “Then why did you stop kissing me?”

How could I not love this woman?

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jacks,”

I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her again, but the moment I did, I knew I needed more from her.

“Marry me.”

“Why don’t we talk about it in the morning?” she suggested, clearly putting off giving me a definite answer.

“You don’t want to get married?”

I watched her tense as she pretended the idea of being married again didn’t scare the hell out of her.

“I don’t see the importance of it.”

Nodding at her, I acknowledged her feelings, but I had already spent too many years being in love with a woman that wasn’t mine. There was no way I was going a step further without her agreeing to be my wife. Not because I wanted to own her, I wanted her to own me.

“I know how you feel about it but I don’t want anything from you. I love you and I want to give you everything I have. I promised you I would give you all of me and that includes my name.”

Nodding back at me, she whispered, “Okay.”

It wasn’t the ‘yes’ that I was after, but ‘okay’ was close enough.

Instantly pulling her into a kiss, I wanted her. I wanted everything she had to give. Ren was never just another girl to me. Even back when sex was the only thing on my mind, it never could have been just sex. Not with Ren. She was my everything, and always had been.

When she pulled away, grabbing the edges of my shirt, whispering, “Come with me,” I couldn’t help myself.

Sliding my hands into the back of her hair, I kissed her so hard she stumbled a little as she stood up. The second I let go, she turned and headed towards her bedroom. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I followed close behind.

The moment we stepped into her room, Ren hesitated.

Leaning down, I gently kissed her, asking, “Are you okay?”

“I keep expecting someone to bust in and stop us.”

“Let me go lock your front door, I’ll be right back,” I said with a laugh, recalling the day my dad walked in on us.

At the time it wasn’t funny for my dad to open the door and see Ren in her underwear sitting on my lap. Now that nothing was going to stop us this time, I was able to find humor in the situation.

When I walked back into her room and Ren was sitting on the end of her bed wearing only a bra and panties, I had to mentally talk myself out of leaping across the room onto her. This was supposed to be slow, romantic and she was killing me.

“I wanted to do that part,” I shared, hoping she would let me set the pace.

Leaning back slightly, she offered, “I can put my dress back on.”

“Don’t you dare,” I swore, deciding right then and there, I would die if that happened.

Pulling my undershirt off over my head, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Over the years, I had seen her in her underwear twice before this moment. She was more beautiful than I remembered her being. Her body was a contradiction to itself, just like her. She appeared toned and firm but at the same time she had these soft curves that drew all of my attention. I couldn’t wait anymore. As I stepped to her, her eyes shot straight to the wren marked on the left side of my chest. Reaching up, she smiled and placed her hand over my tattoo.

Looking into her eyes, I vowed, “My Wren,” knowing she could feel my heart pound, in anticipation, under her hand.

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Sembera was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and now lives in Brazoria, Texas with her husband, three kids, three dogs and two cats. After writing her first short story when she was in high school, M. instantly fell in love with writing. However, life sometimes gets in the way of aspirations and it wasn’t until years later, when her life calmed down, M. was able to start writing again.

‘For me, each new book I write or character I create feels like the first time and I find myself falling in love with writing all over again’

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C&A Novella #3.5

He was all the things she really wanted and never bothered to look for in a man. He was also the most stubborn jackass she had ever met.

She was an infuriating pain in the ass, and he’d be damned straight to hell if he had to spend even one day without her by his side.

Charlotte and Auggie never thought they would fall in love, and certainly not with each other. Looking beyond themselves to see the worth in each other, they found a love that is worth holding onto. But for two stubborn strong willed people like C&A, falling in love is only half the battle. And their road to matrimony is an uphill fight that will test them all the way to the altar.

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**BLITZ** ~ Twisted Lies, by Sedona Venez

 Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense

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Genres: Contemporary, Contemporary Women, Erotic, Fiction, Novella,Romance, Serial, Short Story, Suspense

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It was sick and sordid, and I couldn’t tell what this really was. I only knew when I was around him, he suffocated me with his twisted lies and dirty secrets, only to cruelly resuscitate me—and shamefully, I loved it.

How far do the lies go?

After working her way up, Sinthia Michaels has finally hit it big in the glamorous fashion industry. Young and beautiful, she has it all – a celeb lifestyle, a gorgeous Manhattan townhouse, and a highly anticipated couture fashion line.

The need for revenge

Core McKay, former kingpin of New York City’s organized crime, is now a wealthy and legitimate businessman. However, when Core sets his sights on a corrupt politician, his need for revenge leads him to Sin’s up-and-coming fashion empire.

Trapped in the middle

Weaving together his twisted lies and dirty secrets, Core entangles Sin in his web of deceit. When the backstabbing fashion world, the vicious political arena, and the ruthless criminal underworld converge, Sin becomes trapped in the middle and struggles to fight her way out.

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Acclaimed author Sedona Venez grew up in New York. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a backup dancer gig based on her awesome Zumba dancing skills. She is the author of the Credence Curse series (Breaking the Storm, When Lightning Strikes, Reason to Love). She is also the author of the popular Valkyries:Soaring Raven series.

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        Behind the Lens
By, Author Heather Dahlgren
Release Date: April 24, 2015
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The only thing Kallie Gregory ever wanted to do was take photos. She’s been doing it for as long as she can remember. Having succeeded in becoming an up and coming photographer, she is  living her dream daily. She’s not willing to risk anything to ruin what she’s built.
Jax Burke has been living his dream. He’s one of the most sought after male models with his sexy look,  muscular body and brilliant tattoos that are becoming increasingly more recognizable. He has no problem getting anything that he wants, including the ladies.
When Kallie and Jax meet there’s an instant connection. They become fast friends and spend the majority of their  time together, both realizing how much they have in common with their dreams and goals. The closer they get to each other, the stronger their attraction becomes.
Only problem is, Jax is willing to risk it all for a chance at love, but Kallie is not.
Is it possible for Jax to convince Kallie to see what is behind the lens?
 
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