Friday, August 16, 2019

Release Week Blitz for Call Her Mine by Melissa Foster with a Giveaway

Today we have the release week blitz for Melissa Foster’s CALL HER MINE! Check out this fantastic new contemporary romance and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: CALL HER MINE

Author: Melissa Foster

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About CALL HER MINE:

Fall in love in Harmony Pointe, where hearts are lost, found, and sometimes misplaced…and everyone get a happy ever after. If a woman can’t find love in the quaint town of Harmony Pointe, it’s sure to find them—whether they’re looking for it or not. Here, the remaining single Dalton siblings are about to discover that they’re next in line to get swept away by love. A sweet and sexy spin-off of Melissa’s beloved Sugar Lake series. Ben Dalton has always been honest, except where his heart is concerned. He’s been in love with his best friend—saucy, smart-mouthed Aurelia Stark—forever. But Ben’s a planner, and timing has never been on his side. When he finally decides to make his move, Aurelia beats him to the punch with a move of her own—to a different town. Aurelia loves her new life in the charming town of Harmony Pointe. She has a great apartment and her very own bookstore, and best of all, the sinfully hot, commitment-phobic friend she’s crushed on for years is no longer just around the corner. Maybe she’ll finally be able to leave her unrequited love behind and move on. But when a baby is left on Ben’s front porch—a baby that is presumably his—Aurelia is there for him. Neither one knows the first thing about babies, but how hard can it be? Ben and Aurelia are catapulted into a world of love, laughter, and tracking down the baby mama, and it might even add up to a very happily ever after . . . just not one either of them expects. The Harmony Pointe series is published by Montlake Romance and will be available in paperback and audio formats, and exclusively in digital format for Kindle and Kindle apps. Download a free Kindle reading app here: http://bit.ly/FreeKindle_App

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About Melissa Foster:

Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Readers adore Melissa's fun, flirty, and sinfully sexy, award-winning big family romance collection, LOVE IN BLOOM featuring the Snow Sisters, Bradens, Remingtons, Ryders, Seaside Summer, Harborside Nights, and the Wild Boys After Dark. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Melissa also writes sweet and clean romance under the pen name Addison Cole. Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod. Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on social media or her personal website.   Never miss a brand new release, special promotions or inside gossip again by simply signing up to receive your newsletter from Melissa.  

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Thursday, August 15, 2019

Cover Reveal for Cruel War by Dani Rene

Title: Cruel War
Series: Gilded Sovereign, Book #1
Author: Dani René
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2019
Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Cover Image: iStock Photos
From USA Today Bestselling Author Dani René comes a new adult romance filled with lies, secrets, and steam! 
I hate her. I want Dahlia to pay. Tynewood is my town, and she doesn’t belong here. While rage fuels me, my blood burns with desire. 
I want vengeance, and I’ll get it. 
No. Matter. What. 
We’re on opposite sides of the battlefield — a poised flower, a raging warrior, and a mountain of secrets between us.
I knew he was bad news the moment I laid eyes on him. Anger and lust swirl together when he looks at me, but I don’t know why. War has commenced, and as secrets unfold, it looks like the battle has only just begun. He wants to hurt me. He loves to see me cry. 
What Ares Lancaster doesn’t realize is, I’m not afraid of the darkness inside him. 
Lies. Revenge. Bloodshed.
When war comes to a head, nobody is safe from the destruction it leaves in its wake.
Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani's stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.
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Release Tour for UNBREAK ME by Michelle Hazen
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Find out what a big city musician and a lonely cowgirl have in common in Michelle Hazen’s
UNBREAK ME from Berkley Publishing. Andra Lawler must decide if she’s brave enough to
leave the shelter of her family’s ranch for an uncertain future with Haitian-Creole cowboy, LJ
Delisle. Fans of Emily Giffin and Colleen Hoover will devour this sweet, heartwrenching yet
hopeful diverse romance. 


UNBREAK ME was named one of Amazon's Best Books of the month of August and was the winner
of RWA’s Lonestar Award. 


My Thoughts…
A Haitian-Creole cowboy from New Orleans comes to work on Andra Lawler’s family ranch in Montana.   How different can their lives be?    Can they overcome all the obstacles in their way and find happiness?     There is much for them to overcome but doing so could bring them so much happiness. 
I love the setting of the beautiful ranch.  I could hear the quietness of the ranch while picturing the ranch hands hard at work mending fences, breaking horses, and doing all their other chores.   It is a place of comfort, peace, and family.   

LJ comes to the ranch to work and the first thing he sees in Andra.   The attraction between them is felt instantly and Andra is frozen with panic.    Their relationship has many obstacles the least of which is their different skin color and different upbringings.    Andra’s dad sets the tone for the things to come for these two and I instantly knew it wouldn’t be easy for them.   I loved how LJ took his time with her but didn’t treat her as being fragile or breakable.  He flirted, he spent time with her, but he understood that he needed to tread lightly or he’d scare her away.   
Unbreak Me pulled me in with the sweet story of LJ and Andra while bringing to light how difficult being together can be for some people.    There are real-world problems mixed in with the fear of opening your heart within this book. 


“A seductive, slow-burn romance brimming with tenderness, hope, and transformation.”
—Tammara Webber, New York Times bestselling author


“Hazen writes with grace and compassion about life after trauma, smoothly addressing racism,
sexual assault, and large-scale disasters without pat answers or platitudes. This is a sure tear-jerker
for any romance fan.” —STARRED Publisher’s Weekly review




What could two troubled souls from different walks of life have in common? Maybe everything.


Andra Lawler lives isolated at her family’s horse ranch, imprisoned by the memories of an assault in
college. When she needs help training her foals, she hires a Haitian-Creole cowboy from New Orleans
with a laugh as big as the Montana sky.


LJ Delisle can’t stand the idea that Andra might be lonely—or eating frozen TV dinners. He bakes his
way into her kitchen with a lemon velvet cake, and offers her cooking lessons that set them on the road
to romance. But even their love can’t escape the shadow of what they've been through. Despite their
growing friendship and his gentle rapport with the horses, LJ is still an outsider facing small-town
suspicions.


Before they can work through their issues, LJ is called home by a family emergency. In the
centuries-old, raggedly rebuilt streets of New Orleans, he must confront memories of 


Hurricane Katrina and familiar discrimination. And Andra must decide if she’s brave enough to leave
the shelter of the ranch for an uncertain future with LJ.


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Andra opened her front door, and the frown froze on her face as LJ’s shoulders filled the doorframe.


He was holding . . . a cake?
“Um, hi,” she managed.


Oh crap, she’d promised to talk to him about the horses.


“Look, I’m sorry. I know I said I’d come talk to you a couple days ago, but then Socks kicked one of the
grooms, and Mary Kay lost a shoe, and I completely forgot.” She hadn’t forgotten, so much as she
was . . . working up to it. Giving him a few days of seeing her around the ranch when she was in
control of herself, before she got close enough she’d have to see his opinion of her in his eyes.


He shrugged, careful not to tip the tall cake off its platter. “I think we got off on the wrong foot the day
we met, and our do-over didn’t really stick.”


Oh God. Apparently, he wasn’t tiptoeing around anything today.


LJ grinned—a playful, twinkly-eyed one that made him look like he was just having more fun than
everyone else. “Besides, nobody’s afraid of a guy with a cake.”


A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. “I’ve never heard that.”


“No? It’s completely true. Not to mention, bringing a cake is the best excuse to eat some. I mean, it’s
yours. You don’t have to share. Of course, if you don’t, you may want to pass a tissue or two my way,
is all I’m saying.” He widened his eyes mournfully.


She glanced at the cake, the white icing whipped into gorgeous swirls. “Did Stacia make that? She
used to be terrible at baking.” She gripped the edge of the door a little tighter. Maybe her friend had
been practicing. It wasn’t like she knew what Stacia was up to these days.


“I’m a little offended. A man doesn’t bring a borrowed cake for an apology.” He lifted the platter and
gave it a waggle. “We’ve got lemon velvet with French buttercream here. You oughta get it out of the
heat soon, though. The sun melted the frosting some on the way over. It’s a hike to get up over here,
you know it?”


Oops, he was feeling around for an invitation. Duh, and she was still standing in her door like some
kind of freak. “Um, come in.” The least she could do was feed him some cake and try to act like a
normal person. She stepped aside and racked her brain for small talk that didn’t involve anything on
four hooves. “You know, I can’t quite place your accent. You said you were from Louisiana, but I’ve met
lots of people from there at rodeos, and they didn’t sound quite like you.”


“Well, you can tell I’m from the South because I interrupted your workout with dessert.” He tipped his
head toward the yoga mat she’d left by the couch. She smiled, and his grin brightened a couple more
watts. “Seriously, though, I think I’ve got a little bayou country from my days on my uncle’s horse
ranch, cut with the rhythm of the Lower Ninth, maybe some southern drawl creeping in from the
Mississippi border. And New Orleans has a sound all its own, always has.” Between one word and the
next, his words straightened to all square corners instead of luscious curves. “Then again, if my
mother is listening, I sound strictly like the Yankee university she helped pay for.”


“Your mom doesn’t like your accent?” Andra frowned. “Doesn’t she have one?”


“Mama thought I wouldn’t get a decent job unless I talked like a white banker from Wisconsin.” He
shrugged.


Her eyes widened. “That’s not fair. Why should you have to fake an accent to get a job?”


“That’s the way the world works. People have ideas about what intelligence should sound like, and I
don’t expect I’m going to change all of them on my own.” He winked. “I tutored English composition for
work study all through college, so I can play the game. I have to admit, though, sometimes it’s nice to
sound like home.”


Andra laughed, a little self-consciously. “I don’t think I even realized we had an accent up north until you
imitated it.”


“Oh, it’s an accent all right, sweetheart. And you’ve got it thick as anything.”


Heat crept into her skin at the endearment, though she didn’t get the feeling he was really flirting with
her. She glanced away, the afterimage of him seared on her lids. His deep-brown eyes were a couple
of shades darker than his skin, and they always seemed to be laughing. He was handsome, with high
cheekbones and sensual lips. The kind of man she would have looked twice at, once.

ABOUT Michelle Hazen

Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her husband swapped office
jobs for seasonal gigs and moved out on the road. As a result, she wrote most of her books with solar
power in odd places, including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in Honduras.
Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and Tillamook cheese.






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Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Cover Reveal for Explosive Vengeance by Kaylea Cross

Today we are revealing the cover for an upcoming romantic suspense title from Kaylea Cross. EXPLOSIVE VENGEANCE releases October 29th, and you will not want to miss this series! Be sure to add the book to your TBR pile now and follow Kaylea for exclusive updates about the book and the Vengeance series.

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Explosive Vengeance by Kaylea Cross

Releasing October 29

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Book Blurb:

Two opposites in uncharted territory. The government made Chloe Wilson an explosives expert, trained to take out a target with a precise, controlled hit. But there’s nothing controlled about her current situation—or the danger coming after her. When a good-looking stranger is sent to watch her back, she’s not impressed. This mission is personal, and it’s liable to get her killed. The former Valkyrie can’t afford any mistakes or attachments, but this time she has no choice, and soon her new partner proves his worth. One explosive situation. When former Pararescueman Heath Barrett gets a call from his best friend asking him to keep tabs on a woman in danger, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. Far from a helpless civilian, Chloe holds him at knifepoint the first time they meet. She’s a deadly operative being hunted by lethal enemies and by the time he realizes the extent of the danger, it’s too late to walk away. Now they’re both targets, and he and Chloe must face the threat head on—and if they want to survive, they’ll have to do it together.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards, including the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Release Blitz for Handle Me by Elodie Colt with a Giveaway

Title: Handle Me
Series: The Heed Me Novella
Author: Elodie Colt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2019
I had no idea he had a twin.
And no idea I hooked up with the wrong brother... until it was too late.
I’m Ruby Kingston. Conventional, modest, and hard-core ambitious. My career path is paved. My love life is stable. Well, my friends like to say it ‘lags’ but let them talk...
Jesse understands me. We’re the same in many ways. Duty comes first, college has priority. It’s always been this way, and he’s never let me down before.
Until he abandons me the day I need him most.
Imagine my surprise when he returns sooner, putting his career on the line for my sake.
Our relationship’s better than ever. Perfect.
So perfect even, that I’m starting to wonder... 
Is this really the same man I fell in love with?
Meet Raphael Chandler in Book#4 of The Heed Me Novellas and see for yourself how Ruby fell in love with the wrong brother!
“Una margarita, por favor!” I shout over the blaring music, and the bartender responds with a thumbs-up.
The place is packed tonight. La Puerta de Alcalá is one of the few fancy night clubs in Veracruz. I’ve been here a few times already, getting tanked and chasing the next best chica to warm my bed. Tonight, I’ll save myself the last part and stick to drinking instead. I’m not in the mood for another Mexican diva.
Propping my elbows on the counter, I watch the people go crazy to the beat. The strobes kick in when the song reaches its high, and I wince, turning to face the bar again and briefly closing my eyes to get rid of the haunting images.
Too late.
The electric lights flickering was the first clue that something was wrong. The two vibrations that shook the earth was the first sign that shit was about to hit the fan. And the fireball shooting up the sky was the last thing I saw before something hit me on the head.
It was like the blowout on Deepwater Horizon back in 2010 when a bubble of methane gas escaped from the well and skyrocketed up the drill column. The result—eleven dead crewmen and an offshore oil spill of about eight thousand barrels per day until they managed to close the cap four months later.
The blowout on Sunray Shell two months ago was ‘not as disastrous’ as the news likes to phrase it, but for me, it was my worst nightmare.
Because I was there. Right in the middle of it.
I know it’s not my fault the oil rig blew up like fireworks, but I can’t stop thinking… Could I have prevented it?
About two years ago, I snagged a job at Transocean Ltd. and started working on Sunray Shell, an offshore platform off the coast of Newfoundland. A beautiful island with friendly folks, an amazing culture, and world-class food.
I loved the job. Loved flying with the helicopter to the rigs, getting my hands dirty, and spending time with the crew. I was offshore for six weeks followed by six weeks of leave with enough free time to explore the world.
I worked my ass off to become a motor hand—the guy responsible for the motor parts and drilling equipment. My salary was insane. My life was fulfilling. Finally, I’d achieved something. It was the first time I wanted to keep a job. Period. Maybe work my way up to become a driller or whatever.
But this dream blew up. Literally.
That Monday morning, the ventilation system failed because one of the roustabouts did a lousy cleaning job. Dangerous fumes rose up, and one spark from a power tool was enough to create a blast the likes of which I’ve never seen. I swear, I thought this was the end of the world. Now, the remains of the rig rest on the seafloor of the Atlantic Ocean.
Lucky me, I got away with a concussion. One of the roughnecks found me buried underneath a pipe, snatched me, and jumped overboard with me. A helicopter airlifted us to a hospital. A few hours later, the news reported that three men didn’t make it, one of them my best friend, Wes. I fled the hospital the same day and was off to Quebec by nightfall.
Since then, I’ve never been in one place for more than a month. Making acquaintances, not friendships. Renting stuff, not buying. Visiting places, not settling down. It’s easier for me without attachments and commitments.
Because whenever I manage to fuse the seams, they crack apart. Just like it happened with Lana six years ago…
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” someone shrieks from behind me in a clear, American accent, and I nearly spill my margarita when a slap on the shoulder hustles me forward. Whirling around, I meet wide, blue eyes on a tan face. “How the hell did you know we were here?” Before I can utter a word, the blonde answers her question with a smirk. “Ah, you texted Matthew, didn’t you?”
Uh… what now? Who the fuck is Matthew? And who the fuck is this girl?
I give her a quick once-over, wondering if we’ve ever met. She doesn’t seem familiar. Maybe a quickie from a few years ago? Unlikely. I’m quite picky when it comes to my hook-ups, and blondes are not my first choice. I prefer brunettes. The darker, the better.
But I have to admit, the girl is nice eye-candy. One of those beach bunnies with long, white-blonde hair curling over her shoulders in messy waves, sun-kissed skin, and a splatter of freckles on her nose. Her dress is more like a gown with nothing to show off except for her bare arms and ankles. Too elegant for a night club. Too innocent for a quick fuck.
“Hello?” She clicks a finger in front of my face when I take too long to answer.
Hooking one finger into my belt loop, I send her a lopsided grin. “Sure, I texted Matthew,” I say at last, taking the bait. No idea if she’s mistaking me for someone else, or if this is one these I-just-pretend-to-know-you numbers to initiate an easy conversation, but I’m game. Everything for a little distraction.
“You wanted to surprise Ruby!” she squeals, clapping her hands in excitement. I send her a wink and take a long sip from my margarita. Who is Ruby now? “Oh my God, this will knock her off her feet! Okay, listen…” She motions for me to come closer, and I tilt my head to hear her better. “You stay here, and I’ll get Ruby, all right?”
“O-kay…” I mutter in confusion, not sure what else to say, but the surfer chick is already bouncing off and elbowing her way through the crowd. Huh. If this was one of her pick-up lines, she missed the point, I dare say.
With a shrug, I turn to face the bar again, gesturing for the bartender to hand over another margarita. Whoever this girl was, she was either crazy or high on some serious shit. Whatever. Chances are I’ll never see her again.
Letting my hand vanish into my pocket, I fish out my phone and open Wherever It Takes Me—a little app I’ve programmed myself. It shows the world as a globe with a smiley face and tiny arms and legs attached. As soon as you hit the Off You Go! button, the smiley-globe starts to spin, and a pin marks a random location on the earth. Wherever it strikes, this is the place I’m going to visit next.
To make things easier, I’ve disabled the entire subarctic climate zone. Had enough of that when I flew to Norilsk, Russia, in January. Covered in snow for two-hundred-fifty days and plagued with snowstorms the rest of the year. Truly, a blessed country. Not.
“iPhone, iPhone in my hand, where’s the next place I will land…” I mumble to myself. Clicking the button, I watch the globe spinning until the smiley winks and waves both hands. “West Palm Beach, Florida,” I say out loud, testing it on my tongue. Sounds more like a holiday than an adventure, but maybe that’s exactly what I need.
“Just a few more steps, Ruby.”
I spin around at hearing the now-familiar voice, shocked when I see the pretty blonde approaching again, but this time, she’s brought a friend—a friend with hair like a liquid curtain of chocolate and a timid smile on her face.
“Skyla, what the hell are you up to? I can’t see where I’m going!” she complains, blindly teetering forward while her companion covers her eyes with her hands.
Ruby and Skyla… I let the names tumble inside my head, but nothing clicks. What are the odds that those two chicks are into a threesome? Maybe that was the surprise the blonde meant. And one I wouldn’t negate, that’s for sure.
They both wear the same dress with similar hairstyles, so my first guess is that they are bridesmaids who just came from a wedding. While both look pretty in their gowns, it fits the brunette way better, her busty forefront stretching the fabric.
By the time Skyla pulls Ruby to a halt a few feet in front of me, I’m nearly as excited as them, impatiently waiting for the blonde to drop her hands and reveal the brunette’s eyes.
And when she does, my first thought is that a mermaid materialized in front of me. The silver eyeshadow on her lids enhances her moss-green irises, and her dark, full brows make a perfect arc on her porcelain face. Her milky skin is flawless, and even with the makeup on her face, I know there’s not one blemish. A set of lush pink, heart-shaped lips curl into a smile when she blinks up at me.
A smile that is my undoing.
Because that smile is neither sultry nor mischievous. It’s not the I-know-you-can’t-resist-me, please-take-me smile that I’ve seen a thousand times before. Far from it.
It’s a genuine, heart-wrenching smile that lights up her face as if she’s waited an eternity to see me. A smile no girl ever reserved for me. Not even Lana. The only one she sent those smiles to was Jesse, and—
Jesse!
Shit, what are the odds that this girl thinks I’m my twin brother?
First things first—I'm not an English native speaker. I live in a boring little town on the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, so probably very far away from you! I'm an avid reader and have been reading English books my entire life. When I write, I can't think in my mother tongue anymore. For a long time, this was the reason I refused to take that leap of faith into publishing, because I feared I could never compete with the others. A year later, I decided it was worth the risk, and now here I am... Crazy!
I’m a hybrid steamy/erotic romance author. Doesn’t matter if contemporary, paranormal, dystopian, or urban fantasy—I write & read them all!
Relationship status—living happily with my boyfriend, not married and no kids, yet. I have a fulltime job in marketing and wish to make a living as an author. Let's see how this will turn out in the future...
I'm too organized. Everything has its place, everything is planned. Also, I’m always busy and looking for work, which is pretty exhausting sometimes.
I have an uncanny talent for remembering faces and names, but I’m shitty when it comes to directions. I'm not kidding you, I can get lost everywhere, especially on ski slopes!
I love movies, my Kindle Reader, snowboarding, wakeboarding and sunbathing. I hate The Simpsons (I know, I’m probably the only person in the world, but I just can’t warm up to them), zombie movies, and fish (as in the food—got sick once and can't touch that stuff ever since). 
That's pretty much the short version of it. If you want to know more or have the feeling you need to stalk me, find me on the usual platforms.
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