Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult)
Title: The Problem With Heartache Series: Crazy in Love #3 Author: Lauren K. McKellar Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult) Release Date: February 27, 2015 Synopsis The problem with heartache is that there’s no one-size-fits-all relief package. You can go to classes; you can try to embrace change. But when you wake up at two in the morning, a smile on your face because you’ve dreamt about the could have—the should have—nothing will console you. Because seconds later, you remember. And remembering can rip you apart. *** Kate will do anything for her family. It’s why she took the job with Lee. It’s why she’s attempting to forget her pain. But it's hard to forget, when you're desperate to hold on. Even if Lee Collins is the perfect package. Lee will do anything for the ones he cares about. It’s why he hired Kate. It’s why he keeps his secrets, and it’s why he cannot, will not fall in love. Not with Kate—not with anyone. Ever. The one thing he can’t forgive. The one thing she can’t forget. Links to Buy Also Available Excerpt “You. In.” She pointed to the room behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. “In there?” I smirked again, but her cheeks didn’t get any redder, to my astonishment. “Is now really the time?” She pushed against my naked chest, her steely eyes fixed on my face the whole time, then slammed the door behind us with her foot. “If you wanted some private time together, you just had to say so.” I joked, leaning back against the chair that was positioned in front of the mirror in my dressing room. “You think this is funny?” Kate asked, her head tilted to the side. “Actually … yeah.” I nodded and smiled again, not unkindly. Kate looked down, and for one God-awful moment I thought she was going to cry. Then, she did something better than crying. Holy mother of crap sticks, was this better than crying. She raised her hands to the top of her black button-up shirt—and she undid the top button. Creamy, white skin is exposed, defined collarbones, teasing my eyes down to-- She undid another button. Holy fuck, what was Kate doing? Her cleavage heaved in front of me, and I got a hint, just a hint of her black lacy bra. “It cannot be a coincidence that one man is shirtless in front of me six times in two weeks.” I grinned. She’d counted. That totally means she’s into it. Then she did something that completely surprised me. Hell, it shocked the living daylight out of me. In one fluid movement, she grabbed the sides of her shirt and pulled, popping open her entire top and then shrugging it over her shoulders so she stood there in the world’s hottest black, lacy bra, skin-tight black denim jeans and these shoes—how the hell did I not notice them before?—that were red, high, and sexy as sin. I swallowed. “So … this is a revenge …” Swallow, “… strip?” “This is me, trying to do something to get you to pay attention and listen when I ask you to do something.” Kate’s voice was honey as it melted into me. I raised my hand to the back of my neck and rubbed at the muscles there that had suddenly become tight with tension. “Oh, I’m paying attention, all right.” I widened my eyes. There was absolutely no doubt about that right now. “Get back stage, Lee. Seriously. This is your last warning.” I swallowed again, and felt the clamminess of perspiration beading my brow. Was it hot in here? It sure felt hot. She stepped close to me, till her chest was almost touching my chest. Shit, she smelt like soap and hairspray and … apples. Delicious. “I …” My gaze flicked to her lips, and I wondered if it would really be that bad if I kissed her. After all, that wouldn’t be promising her marriage, and maybe she’d be up for a casual thing. And her lips—they were so red, and plump, and—oh God, she just licked them with that sweet-as-hell little tongue, and-- The palm of her hand made contact with my face before I even registered her arm moving. Five elegant fingers stung my cheek and I jerked backward, clutching my face in pain. “What the hell?” Kate walked over to where her shirt lay on the floor and picked it up, casually shrugging it on. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, and I couldn’t help but give a little smile myself. I’d not seen her look so animated since she first boarded the bus. “I told you it was your final warning,” she said, doing up her buttons, then turned to the door, wrenching it open and making a sweeping gesture with her arm, allowing me passage through. “Now, Mr Collins, if you please.” “Thanks,” I mumbled, walking past her and out into the corridor. I passed Xander’s door, and a thought flashed through my mind. What if she stripped for all the guys to get them on stage? I couldn’t have her just-- “Lee?” The voice halted me in my tracks. I spun to face her. She threw my black shirt at me. “Put some clothes on.” Author Bio Lauren K. McKellar is an author and editor. Her debut novel, Finding Home, was released through Escape Publishing on October 1, 2013, and her second release, NA Contemporary Romance The Problem With Crazy, is self-published, and is available now. She loves books that evoke emotion, and hope hers make you feel. Author Links Giveaway
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NOW AVAILABLE Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1DBmQUa Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/19L7vnB Nook: http://bit.ly/1Eyutb7 Kobo: http://bit.ly/1AdiMHd iTunes: http://bit.ly/1DH7ewU ONE NIGHT. THAT'S ALL IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE. Reeling from the sudden loss of her sister, Haddie Montgomery has sworn off relationships. All she wanted from Beckett Daniels was a sexy distraction to help her escape her pain for just a little while....There weren’t supposed to be any strings attached—so why can’t she shake the memory of that unforgettable night from her thoughts? Or the taste of his kiss from her lips? No matter how hard Haddie tries to forget about him, Becks relentlessly tries to prove that she should start living for today. But she is determined to avoid romantic commitment, and she can always use her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance to help snuff out the slow burn within her that Becks has sparked.... Or will fate force her to realize that this kind of connection doesn’t come along very often and a chance at love is worth the risk? Excerpt He bites his bottom lip and grimaces. “Fuck!” He growls out to the trees above him and then rolls his shoulders to dissipate some of the stress I see settling there. “Semantics aren’t an excuse. An omission is the same as lying Haddie, but you’re missing the point entirely. It’s not whether it was a lie or not. It’s so damn far from that. It’s you using the sex we’ve had to numb yourself when it should do the exact opposite. It should light your body on fire and burrow so deep under your skin that all you think about is the next time you can have me…because fuck if that’s not what you’ve done to me. So I call your bluff. I’ll keep calling it every fucking day until you admit you want me, that being with me does that to you too…but you won’t will you?” I just remain still, face impassive, body raging with emotion beneath the surface. “You’d rather stand there and tell me you prefer the numb, the void, the nothing, than admit you need me.” His eyes have their own language as we stare at each other, the power of his words bringing tears to my eyes and knocking the words from my lips. “I was just doing what I thought was best, protecting everyone from more hurt, more everything.” And I hate the numb, I scream silently. I hate it so fucking much that every time we touch you make me feel so alive I realize how dead I’ve felt inside over the past year. I don’t know why I don’t tell him the rest. Like if I do then I’m just sealing my fate by Murphy’s fucking Law so I keep quiet. “Really? That’s all you’ve got for me? Next time make sure your eyes and your lips match up City because you’re just adding insult to injury right now. Your refusal to answer is infuriating. Need me Haddie. Use me as your goddamn emotional punching bag or your real one for that matter but fucking need me. I’m not some schmuck who’s going to bolt at the first rough patch and the fact that you still don’t see that is a crock.” He blows out a loud breath, jaw clenched, anger palpable. “I’m so fucking pissed but I’m also so fucking mesmerized by you right now and I don’t know what the hell to do or say. All I know is that protecting someone from the truth is just another way of shutting them out.” About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled about the wild child inside of her—the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch the computer keyboard. K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy book. On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists. Her other works include a short story, UnRaveled, and a companion piece to The Driven Trilogy titled Raced. She is currently working on three stand alone Driven novels, Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, and Hard Beat. She also plans to release a novel addressing the 10 year gap at the ending of Crashed in late fall 2015 Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest | Amazon Title: Adrenaline Author: Sunniva Dee Genre: New Adult Release Date: April 30, 2015 Cover Design: CT Cover Creations Synopsis CAMERON Life’s the shit! Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass! I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush. Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain. To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex? BO With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong. On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived. We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.Excerpt CAMERON The chase is over. Right here, right now, this is it. Even if it only lasts thirty seconds, the rush of what I’m about to do floods me and makes me feel. It’s so intense, every muscle in my body goes rigid with anticipation. The air is sharp and early-morning raw. I stare out from my post on an overhang off Firam Peak. Let my eyes judge the steep drop into the ravine on the backside of the mountain. Jagged granite walls form unpredictable patterns that crash to the bottom the way I will soon, and a light dusting of snow contrasts starkly with the somber stone. I shake my arms. Not to relieve the tension but to make sure I’m nimble and ready. I didn’t invite my friends Dan and Marek along today. I’d be better off with someone else around, of course, but nothing compares to the thrill I experience as I step forward alone. I’m on the edge, now, in every sense of the word. I draw in a breath of icy oxygen. Crack my fingers inside my gloves and adjust the strap on my helmet. I’m ready. It’s so easy to plunge off the cliff. All I do is heave up on my toes and extend my arms. A light bend at the knees and I’m off, flying. Ah, yes. I fly.About The Author Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser. I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014! I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories. Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads| Pinterest | InstagramGiveaway Rachel Blaufeld Redemption Lane Release Date: February 19th, 2015 Blurb: Sometimes the past bleeds into the future. Bess, a wild party girl running from herself, literally falls victim to her demons when she collapses in the most unexpected of places. Lane, a tightly wound, up-and-coming CEO who can’t seem to stop enabling his brother, doesn’t know what hit him when Bess falls at his feet and into his life. It was a night she doesn’t remember, and one he can’t forget. But rather than stay and help the needy college coed, Lane decides to teach his brother a long overdue lesson––a decision that later comes back to haunt him and only adds fury to the transgressions of his past he is already fleeing from. Years later, Bess and Lane meet again. She doesn’t know him, and he doesn’t share that he knows what happened on that ill-fated night when she almost died. After all, he has a web of complicated lies from his own youth to protect. Both are seeking salvation in the arms of others and ignoring the truth—that the only road to redemption lies in confronting your past. When the past and present collide, is there any chance at redemption? Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23667855-redemption-lane I couldn’t be upset…the girl next to me was smoking hot. Intrigued, I took in her long wavy brown hair that she was twisting into a messy bun, small tits in a bright blue halter top, and tight hips and a round ass poured into tight black yoga pants. The disappointing thing was she fucking stank, and my eyes began to water from the stench wafting my way, like booze and stale sweat. About Author
Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post, Modern Mom, and StartupNation. Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously. Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues. Website: https://rachelblaufeld.com/ Blog: http://backngroovemom.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rachelblaufeldtheauthor?fref=ts Twitter: https://twitter.com/@rachelblaufeld Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8133160.Rachel_Blaufeld Happy Release Day to Jessica Sorensen and her new book UNTAMED! This is book 2 in the Unbeautiful Series following the story of Emery and Ryler. Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win an ebook copy of this book. Good luck! Emery No matter how hard I try, I never seem to be able to escape my family’s world. Their madness controls my life, just like insanity consumes my mind. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who I really am. The person everyone sees? Or the one I keep trapped inside? I wonder which person Ryler sees. Just like I wonder who I can trust. Wonder. Wonder. Wonder. I wonder too much. I wish I could just find a way to escape it all and finally be free. Ryler I live a double life and sometimes I hate myself for it. Watching Emery fall apart—pretending I don’t care—is killing me inside. I want to tell her the truth, but I also want a new life. Want. Want. Want. I want too much. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what I really desire. I wish I could be free from the confusion, free from this life. “If you want to dance, dance. There’s no judgment at these things, which makes them pretty awesome.” She smiles, and then threads her fingers through mine. “Okay, let’s dance, then.” I don’t bother mentioning that dancing can be extremely sexy when done under the right circumstances—circumstances that usually include alcohol and sexual tension. At first, Emery is cautious, keeping her distance from me as she rocks her hips to the music. I move with her. I’ve never really been into dancing, but I can rock out to a little garage rock any day. The longer the song goes on, the more into it she gets, until she finally spins around and presses her back against my chest. That’s when the two of us decide to start playing a dangerous game of Want But Can’t Have. A very, very dangerous game that is really fucking tortuous to play yet impossible to give up. Emery starts grinding her hips to the sultry beat of the song. With each movement, her ass brushes against my cock, making me go rock hard. I grip the curves of her hips and my hands unnecessarily slip underneath the bottom of her shirt. My fingers delve into her soft flesh, and I bite back a moan. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve forgotten just how soft her skin is, how amazing she smells, how incredible she feels against me. She shivers from my touch and presses closer, rolling her hips and driving my body absolutely mad. She repeats the movement over and over again, until finally, I damn near lose my mind. Gripping her waist, I spin her around to face me. “I thought you didn’t know how to dance?”Jessica Sorensen is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author from the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family. Title: Not at First Series: Not at First #1 Author: Phalla S. Rios Release Date: July 15, 2013 Synopsis Falling for two men at the same time was something Angel Mabbott never expected to happen. Leaving a past full of pain and loss in California, Angel is determined to make something of her life when she starts college in Minneapolis. But life takes a turn when she finds herself torn between Kevin and Roman. Kevin Hawken is a domineering man who forces himself into Angel's life and changes everything she thought she knew. But how much can he be trusted when he is so secretive about himself? Angel was instantly intrigued when she first laid eyes on Roman Conti, an Investment firm owner. He was everything she ever wanted in a man: romantic, loving, and protective over her. As Angel begins to weave a bitter web of desire and deceit, will she find herself consumed, or will she be able to find her way out and follow her heart? Links to Buy FREE Also Available Author Bio Phalla S. Rios lives in California with her husband, a daughter and one goofy pit bull. She loves to read and write while drinking her favorite tea, Joy, from Starbucks. During her spare time, she is usually at the movies or looking for the next best place to eat. She often refers to herself as a foodie. Her novels are Not at First and the sequel, Always at First. She is currently writing the last book to her series, Forever at First. Author Links Giveaway The Breed: Nora’s Choice by Alice K. Wayne Cover Reveal February 27, 2015 Synopsis: Nora is a fiery independent beauty with an attitude cold enough to freeze any man's heart. Any Man except Quinn Roberts; the Breed's newest and most vicious weapon as the war against the Hunters, who is hell bent on making his mate see what their love could be. With each of them bearing the scars of a brutal past, will the bond they share be enough to heal them, or with war and bloodshed encircling them, will their bond be destroyed before it even has a chance to begin? Teasers: About the Author: Alice K. Wayne is a young paranormal romance/ erotica writer, born and raised in the Motor city. From a young age books became her favorite escape, and that love eventually turned to writing. Alice loves traveling, is a self proclaimed foodie, absolute camera whore, and like all good Detroiters, is completely obsessed with Red Wings hockey. Where to find Alice K. Wayne: The Cover: Title: Her Master's Heart Author: Lawrence Southwick Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group Release Date: December 12, 2014 Synopsis This book is dedicated to real women with a lifetime of wisdom and experience, and the courage to reach for their sexual dreams. Robin is a forty five year-old, curvy divorcee who thinks her life is over. Her kids are out of the house and all she knows is how to take care of others. She's never known true happiness or true satisfaction. Is it too late for her? Robert is a handsome, older skilled Dom who is tired of shallow, skinny, young girls with too much makeup and too little clothing, who throw themselves at any guy with a pulse. Yet they seem to be the only ones he encounters at his local kink club, Bottoms Up. He wants more but has been losing hope. Is it time to quit the scene? Links to Buy Author Bio Lawrence Southwick is a long-term practitioner of the BDSM lifestyle, participating in events in NY, PA, OH, and Canada. He enjoys writing erotica with kink and romance and love, and Happy After Evers. He uses his life and experiences as the basis of his stories. He is a contracted Dominant to two lovely female submissives, Master of House Weigelia, and playmate with other friends. Author Links Title: VOID Author: Cassy Roop Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance Release Date: February 23, 2015 I’M A WHORE. A SLUT. I screw men and get screwed for money, living my life everyday as Jericho Lane. My clientele list is immaculate. I am sought out, demanded and damn good at my job. I don’t care that these men have families at home, or that they are important people. I do it for the money. to survive. There is nothing that could make me feel a bit of remorse or concern about what I do because I was born with the inability to experience or feel emotions... I don’t feel PAIN I don’t feel SORROW. I don’t feel extreme HAPPINESS or LOVE I am VOID. A blank canvas of emotions. an empty hole in an endless sea of circumstances, moods and relationships. Until one client changes EVERYTHING. Cassy is a work at home mom where she spends her days surrounded by children running her in-home daycare. She loves to cook, read and spend her nights and weekends being a Les Mills group fitness instructor. She has been a lover of all things romance from a very early age. She hopes and dreams that everyone can receive their happy ever after. A good ol country girl at heart, she was born and raised in Arkansas and now resides in Charlottesville, Virginia with her husband and three young children. HOSTED BY: Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez’s newest fighter series! NOW AVAILABLE Amazon: http://amzn.to/1CF0YEq Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Lhhn62 FIGHTING SILENCE "That wasn't yours to take away," he exploded into the otherwise silent night. His words echoed off the surrounding buildings, each wave slicing me to the quick all over again. "That was our place. Not yours." His voice cracked right "Yeah, well, there was a lot of stuff that wasn't yours to take either." I held his gaze, desperately trying to be strong, but as his eyes grew wide, I whimpered. His long legs strode forward, stopping only inches away from me. He was crowding me, but he still leaned in closer to my face. "There is nothing in this world that was ever more mine than you," he stated. Though it was the absolute truth, I wished with all my heart that it were a lie. "Till," I cried, swiping the tears from my eyes. "Why!" he shouted, causing his muscles to tense under the force. "Goddamn Porch lights flashed on from the surrounding apartments, illuminating not only the dark but also my rage. I shoved my hands into his chest. "What about what I needed? You left! I waited in that fucking apartment for weeks." He didn't budge, but my bare feet slipped, sending me toward the ground. Impossibly fast, Till's hand snaked out and caught my arm. I didn't let his chivalrous gesture douse my fire. I had six months’ worth of words to say to the man I was irrevocably in love with. "You took what you wanted. Then you left me." "Doodle," he whispered. I had been perilously close to the edge of insanity, and with one single word, Pounding my fists against his chest, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "It's Eliza! My name is fucking Eliza! Not Doodle!" I spun to march away, but Till's arms folded around me, lifting me off my feet to restrain me. I was miniscule compared to him. There was no use in fighting, but I still kicked my legs, irrationally desperate to get away from him—but only because I knew I couldn't keep him for forever. "Stop it!" he growled into my ear. "I know your Goddamn name—probably better than I know my own." Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to? I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine. I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice. You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twentyone. They both happened anyway. Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life. Fighting for my career. Fighting the impending silence. Fighting for her. Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her. I think that's the sound I'll miss the most. About the Author: Aly Martinez Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stayathome mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side. After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her evergrowing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life. Website | Facebook| Twitter| Goodreads $50 AMAZON GIFT CARD (2 Winners)
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