Saturday, April 30, 2022

New Release from Emily Goodwin, Author of Bitter Love

 

Bitter Love by Emily Goodwin is now live!

If there's one thing I know to be certain in life, it's to expect the unexpected. I never expected to become a teen mom or have to flee a toxic relationship years later. And I certainly never expected to go head-to-head with Jacob Harris, doctor of veterinary medicine, to prove I'm worthy of running the struggling rescue full of misfit animals I suddenly inherited.

Jacob is as smug as he is good looking, and I refuse to let that cocky grin or sharp jawline distract me. I won't go down without a fight, and this time, it'll be easy to stand my ground when my opponent is someone I can't stand--even though my body reacts whenever he's around. This time I'm not backing down no matter how much he gets under my skin.

But the more I push, the more he pulls...until I don't know what I'm more at a risk of losing: the rescue or my heart.

 

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Meet Emily


Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.

She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.

Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.

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Friday, April 29, 2022

New Release from Ksenija Nikolova, Author of Dissatisfied

 

Title: Dissatisfied
Author: Ksenija Nikolova
Genre: Women's Fiction
Release Date: April 29, 2022







Who is to be blamed for a woman's unhappiness?

Margot's unhappiness is contrary to what you might expect, considering that she lives in Paris and is married to a handsome, successful man she loves. However, as time passes, she feels more certain about her emptiness and realizes how little time her husband Arthur has for her. Finally, she decides to leave him, but then something changes. Not only does Margot not know her husband as well as she thought she did, but she also comes to see that she didn't even know herself that deeply.

Margot's life starts changing when she discovers countless new things about her marriage, which also reawakens old traumas.

But have these signs always been there?

Has Margot's journey been waiting for her long before she became aware of it, and can her marriage be saved?

Margot is surprised to discover Arthur knew her much better than she ever thought possible.






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Book Blitz for Love Reunited by Tara Taffera with a GIVEAWAY

 

Love Reunited
Tara Taffera
Publication date: April 29th 2022
Genres: Christian, Romance

Elizabeth Carlson turns heads wherever she goes but has never moved on from Tyler Williams, with whom she shared a whirlwind relationship her senior year of high school. After only a month together, Elizabeth ran away from her past and her broken family. Ten years later, Tyler comes crashing back in her life, eager for a second chance. But she can’t forgive him for the order he issued all those years ago. Slowly, a high school romance turns into so much more, but her secrets, and his anger, threaten to ruin their happily ever after. Will God’s grace and love lead them back to each other?

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The past finally caught up to me. I remember the month after Tyler and I met. We were inseparable. He offered an escape from my father’s lies and my mother’s grief. He listened, was sensitive to my feelings, and made me laugh. And when he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, messing it up just so. When he stared at me with those eyes that showed me the attention I craved, I fell a little harder each day.

My thoughts travel back to high school, and I consider how much to reveal to Gina. There was a party that night. It was the day before his birthday. After begging for days, my mom agreed to a 12:30 curfew so I could wish him a happy eighteenth birthday at midnight. We walked in together, and everyone who greeted me complimented my hair and clothes. I stood taller. They no longer called me ‘Jesus freak’ behind my back.

While I talked to two girls in my Spanish class, Tyler started the birthday celebration and quickly consumed too many pours from the keg. Then he turned into all the other guys—the ones who made me avoid these scenes all through school. He flirted with every pretty girl who passed by, then glanced my way as if he wanted to witness my hurt. Yesterday, he found every reason to graze my skin. Today, if our hands brushed, he recoiled as if I scorched him.

The friends I made over the past month kept their distance now, taking their lead from Tyler, the cool kid in class. Standing alone at the party, I felt like Cinderella—pre-Prince Charming and glass slipper. The best month of my life was over with no Fairy Godmother in sight. I watched him laugh at one of our classmate’s jokes and eye her tight V-neck top. If I walked out of the house in that thing, my mom would ground me for life. So would dad, but I no longer cared what he thought. He taught me one thing, though—how to mask my feelings. I perfected it so well, it may as well be an Olympic sport.

I sauntered out of the party like I had somewhere better to be, and somehow, I held back the dam—until I reached my house and spotted the wrapped present I’d left for Tyler on the swing. He was supposed to walk me home, open the framed photo of us, then kiss me goodnight, signaling the start of something beyond friendship.

I stood outside the door, hoping my mother was sleeping so I didn’t have to explain why I came home so early after begging all week for a late curfew. The sound of raised voices stopped me before I turned the knob.

My mom’s pained voice shocked me. “You said you would stop!”

“I couldn’t,” was all my dad uttered. It was almost a whisper through the door.

“You didn’t want to!”

“I did, but I’m not strong enough. You have to forgive me.”

“Forgive you? And that’s an excuse. You’re the strongest person I know.” The rest of the words remained muffled by her sobs.

“Sandy.” One word, but I hear the pleading in his voice.

Her voice raises several octaves this time. “Get out!”

I ran away, back toward the party, not wanting to see him leave or witness my mother’s cries if he stayed. Either way, I needed to forget.

Author Bio:

Tara Taffera is an avid reader and the author of A Divine Love Series. She writes contemporary Christian romance enveloped in God’s grace and love. Book two in her series, Love Unfailing, won the silver medal in the 2022 Illumination Book Awards in the romance category. The program shines a light on Exemplary Christian Books. Love Unfailing was also a semi-finalist in the Indies Today Awards.

She lives in Virginia with her husband of almost 25 years, a non-reader himself who provides valuable advice on her books—all those baseball scenes! He is one of her biggest cheerleaders, along with her three daughters.

You can find Tara on all the major social media platforms, and her books are available on Amazon. Learn more about her at tarataffera.com.

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Thursday, April 28, 2022

New Release from Christine DePetrillo, Author of One Kind Dance

 

Title: One Kind Dance
Series: One Kind Deed Series
Author: Christine DePetrillo
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 28, 2022


Secrets had a way of destroying everything.

Trusting the wrong guy has huge consequences. Tessa Collins learned that the hard way and now there’s a black mark next to her name. She’s spent a fair amount of energy trying to outrun that stain, but it will always be there. The best she can do is throw herself into her dance career at The Nalu Resort in Hawaii. Pristine beaches, endless sunshine, and her wonderful best friend have done wonders to heal her soul. As long as she stays away from men, she’ll survive.

But ignoring men is hard. Especially ones that look like resort guest Detective Donovan Henley. When he plays the white-knight role to rescue her from an aggressive vacationer, she’s more than a little intrigued by his protect-and-serve attitude. Getting involved with a sexy Vermont cop who could easily find out all her secrets, however, is asking for disaster. So what if Donovan makes her feel things she’s never felt with anyone else? Tessa isn’t going to let another man disturb her rhythm.

Is one kind dance enough to keep two hearts in step?

One Kind Dance is a vacation-fling, small-town, contemporary romance that features a detective hero who protects the ones he loves and a dancing heroine with a checkered past.






“Almost there,” Donovan said. “This is my street.”

Tessa sat up a little straighter, but all she saw around them were trees, trees, and more trees. The darkness was all consuming apart from the twin beams of the truck’s headlights ahead of them.

“Does anyone else live on this street?”

Donovan chuckled. “Yes, most of the properties have long driveways though so you can’t see the houses from here.”

“Oh.” Everything around her little chunk of Kauai was right out in the open because it was a tourist area, but her family home in Maine had been like this. Neighbors spread out and everyone having their own little private world. “Do you get lonely out here?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes, but I spend a lot of time at work or in town. Mostly I just sleep here.” He navigated the truck around a large branch in the road. “I’m going to move that for the next guy. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She loved how he looked out for other people.

He put the truck in park and jumped out. He walked to the back of the truck and Tessa followed his path, but she couldn’t see him in the darkness. A scraping sounded as he must have slid the big branch to the side of the road. She had a moment to think she wouldn’t want to be on this road alone right now before Donovan was climbing back into the driver’s seat.

“Have you encountered animals up here?” she asked as they got moving again.

“Yup.” Donovan held up his gloved hand, counting with his fingers. “Bears, moose, deer, fox, turkeys, coyotes, raccoons, porcupines, beavers, squirrels, chipmunks, birds.” He put his hand down then brought it back up. “Oh, and spiders. Huge ones.” He walked his hand along her arm, simulating spider legs with his fingers.

She slapped his hand, stopping his motion. “Joke’s on you, Mystery Guy. I love spiders. I used to pitch a fit as a kid if my mother killed one that got into the house. I’d try to trap them peacefully in a cup and free them outside.”

“You got fifty percent more adorable with that story.” Donovan followed the road to the right where it bent, his driving cautious on the snowy road. “I try not to kill spiders and other bugs too, unless they get into the bathroom. Something about being naked around insects freaks me out.”

“Don’t want them to see your bits and pieces?”

He shook his head. “I’m selective in who gets that show.”

“I’m glad I made the cut.” So glad. Donovan’s bits and pieces had brought her so much pleasure over the past few days they’d spent together. She looked forward to making love to him in his bed as they had in hers.

“Trust me, my bits and pieces are overjoyed you made the cut.” He turned into a driveway that had almost no snow on it. “Wow, Christian must want something if he did this good of a plow job on my driveway.”

A single floodlight pierced the darkness ahead. Tessa couldn’t see much aside from the black silhouette of what she assumed was Donovan’s man cave. Her heart sped up as a garage door slowly crept up when he’d hit the remote on his visor. This was it. She was here. In Vermont. With Donovan.





Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees, conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight, and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.
Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
She lives in Rhode Island and occasionally Vermont with her pack--a husband, a cat, and a big, black German Shepherd who defends her fiercely from all evils.
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