Blog Tour: Perfectly Adequate by Jewel E. Ann

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“Another brilliantly written winner. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up, you will not regret it.” —Kate Stewart, USA Today bestselling author

Perfectly Adequate, an all-new must-read romantic comedy from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

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Dr. Elijah Hawkins needs … something.

After his wife jumps headfirst into a midlife crisis, he’s left with his young son, Roman, and a lot of unanswered questions.

That something turns out to be a someone—Dorothy Mayhem, nursing student, patient transporter, reckless driver, and emu owner.

Dorothy studies humans, the neurotypical kind, through books and television. Then she emulates their behavioral patterns to fit in with her peers.

But nothing can prepare her for Dr. Elijah Hawkins.

Single dad.

Brilliant pediatric oncologist.

And the sexiest doctor at the hospital.

When his failed attempts at asking her out turn into a string of playdates with his son, Dorothy finds herself unexpectedly enamored with the boy and his father.

And that’s a problem, a huge one, because Elijah’s ex-wife is a famous plastic surgeon—and Dorothy’s idol.

Perfectly Adequate is a beautiful, hilarious, and heart-felt journey along the “human” spectrum.

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Excerpt

“You can call me Eli.” She swallows hard. “I don’t actually think I can.” “Why not?” I force my gaze away from her mouth. The second our eyes meet, she averts her attention to her feet. “Because you’re half of the Hathaway-Hawkins duo.” This is a new one to me. “I’m divorced.” “I know. I …” She makes an attempt to look at me, but her attention shifts to my temple then maybe my ear. “I mean you’re a brilliant doctor, and Dr. Hathaway is too—so brilliant. God, she’s just phenomenal. Like there are no words. But still … you change the lives of young children. You save them. You’re what every young person entering the medical field can only dream of becoming. You’ve earned the title. I can’t call you by your name. It’s too personal. I don’t know … almost intimate.” She has Julie on a really high pedestal. Me? Down a few pegs. Sounds about right for my life at the moment. It’s not that Julie doesn’t deserve to be on the pedestal. No matter how much I hate her, I still love her. And her skills as a pediatric plastic surgeon are unmatched. She deserves Dorothy’s admiration. But I don’t want to talk about medicine, accolades, and saving lives. I know … I know … how terrible of me. Sorry, but I need something for myself. Something personal and maybe a little selfish. Definitely intimate. “I don’t need a babysitter for Roman.” She jerks her head back, giving me her full attention, eyes squinted, gaze locked to mine. “What?” I trap my top lip between my teeth, drowning in coconuts as my heart races, sending ample blood to all regions of my body. God … I just want—need—to kiss her. “Oh jeez …” She shakes her head, closing her eyes for a breath. “You invited me to dinner to … flirt.” Her eyes open to their widest point. A tiny laugh escapes me. I can’t help it. Everything about this woman feels like a rebirth. “I invited you to dinner because Roman really likes you. And I just can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for him. You’re so generous.” Gah! I suck at this! What is my problem? Yes. The answer is yes! Yes, Dorothy, I invited you over to flirt, maybe even kiss. And other things … “Oh.” She takes a step backward, stumbling a bit as the front door catches her, and more embarrassment tints her cheeks. “Well, now I feel stupid. Yes, of course you invited me here because Roman likes me. Duh. Now I just look like an idiot for assuming you wanted to flirt with me. And really, no need to thank me. My generosity is selfish. It makes me feel good to do nice things. That’s all. And really, you’ve bought me coffee and made me dinner again. It’s like I should be thanking you again. But that’s probably weird. So … I’ll just go now.” Really, really weird shit goes through my mind as she fidgets. Dr. Hawkins is nowhere to be found. Neither is Roman’s dad. Raging-puberty-hormones Eli Hawkins invades my head—both of them really. And I just want to kiss Dorothy. That’s the PG version of my thoughts. Most of them are R-rated. Worse than the R-rating. All I can think about are the ways Dorothy and I can be generous with each other, leading to never-ending thank-you’s that don’t involve stationary, replacement scrubs, superhero capes, pasta dinners, lunch boxes … or clothing. “Should we call it even? No more thank-you’s,” I suggest. “Okay.” She lifts her gaze, eyes going a little cross-eyed like her focus is centered on the bridge of my nose. “Okay.” I release a slow breath, but it does very little to relax all of my body. “Can I ask your age?” I’m not sure why I’ve been so chicken about asking her age. I think it worries me that she’s too young, and I’ll feel like a dirty old man having really inappropriate thoughts about her. “I’m thirty. Why?” “You just look young.” “I wear massive amounts of sunscreen.” I nod slowly. Just kiss her, you big chicken! What if she doesn’t want to be kissed by me? Or flirt with me? I internally laugh at the memory of her comment and at myself for being just as awkward. Why does something so simple have to be so complicated? “I have a forty-five-minute drive home.” And school the next day. Where is my head? Oh, that’s right … “Of course. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” “Okay.” She smiles. I love her okay’s. They feel like more than the average okay. “I’ll walk you out.” “Have you not closed all of your rings?” She holds up her wrist, signaling to her watch. I chuckle. “All rings were closed hours ago.” “We could track each other. Share our rings. Did you know that?” Rings. Kisses. Trips to the on-call room for sex. For the love of God … get your shit together, Elijah! “Never mind. That’s weird.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at herself just before opening the door and scurrying ten steps ahead of me. Her pace gains momentum with the hill of my driveway. My long strides catch up to her at the bottom of it. She looks both ways and bolts across the street to her car, clicks the locks, and opens her door. “Goodnight!” “Dorothy Mayhem … you’re killing me.” She turns just before ducking into the driver’s seat. “What do you mean?” Resting my hands on my hips, I drop my chin in defeat and stare at my untied gray canvas shoes. “What if I did ask you to dinner tonight to … flirt?” I glance up, digging my teeth into my bottom lip on a slight cringe. Her body remains stoic as her eyes shift from side to side, like she’s been caught on a hidden camera. “Well … then I wore the wrong outfit.” She refuses to look me in the eye. “I think you look amazing.” “Yes. But this is a playdate outfit. Maybe even one I’d wear to apply for a babysitter position. It’s fun, but wholesome. Practical and safe.” I just want to spend one day in her head. Everything about her fascinates the hell out of me. The curiosity gives me such a high. “Tell me about your flirting outfit.” “Well …” She clears her throat, keeping her focus on the big hill leading out of my development. And of course … her cheeks are perfectly flushed as she talks to the wind. “Since Romeo was involved, I would have chosen my red dress with white stripes. It hits just below my knees, but it’s strapless. And I would have worn my blue cardigan with it and matching blue wedge sandals with straps that tie around my ankles. Flirty … but appropriate for young eyes.” “And if Roman wouldn’t have been here tonight?” I stare at the side of her head, wondering if she’ll look at me again before driving home. She narrows her eyes. “I would have taken off the cardigan after you invited me into your house.” The picture she paints in my head does all kinds of wicked things to me. Why imagining her in a striped strapless dress has such a physical effect on me is a mystery. It’s not like she suggested showing up wearing nothing but high heels and a trench coat. Dorothy Mayhem possesses her own brand of seduction, and I’m completely entangled in every part of it. “And in this scenario, would you have kissed me after I walked you to your car?” She turns completely red. I feel certain even her toes hidden in those blue shoes have to be red. “You’re making fun of me.” Her comment knocks me back a good ten steps, even if my body remains right next to her. Why would she say that?

About Jewel

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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Release Blitz: Man Find by Krista Sandor

Hot Billionaire Brother with a Secret Identity Twist?Yes, please!

It’s time to laugh, sigh, and swoon…MAN FIND is HERE!

Man Find is the third and final standalone book in the Bergen Brothers Series.

Set in Denver, you get mountains, money, and all the sexytimes.

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An anonymous chat forum. 

Two lonely people. 

And the summer everything changed.

Camden Bergen is Colorado royalty. An heir to the Bergen Mountain Sports empire, he could have the world at his fingertips. Instead, he’s shouldering the pain of his past, across the ocean, hidden away from everyone but his anonymous online friend known to him only as Mountain Daisy. 

But that’s about to change.

Cadence Lowry doesn’t have time for distractions. Between teaching full time, raising her young son, and renovating two historic homes, her only escape is corresponding with her chat forum friend, Mountain Mac. 

Love isn’t on her radar until Camden mysteriously returns to Denver after a decade long absence and moves in next door. 

It’s only for the summer, but things don’t stay neighborly for long. 

Surrendering to an attraction they can’t deny, they agree to a no strings attached steamy summer fling. 

But when their hidden identities are revealed, will it be too late to salvage a love always meant to be?

🚲 Here’s a taste of MAN FIND🚲

An anonymous chat forum. 

Two lonely people. 

And the summer everything changed.

Camden Bergen is Colorado royalty. An heir to the Bergen Mountain Sports empire, he could have the world at his fingertips. Instead, he’s shouldering the pain of his past, across the ocean, hidden away from everyone but his anonymous online friend known to him only as Mountain Daisy. 

But that’s about to change.

Cadence Lowry doesn’t have time for distractions. Between teaching full time, raising her young son, and renovating two historic homes, her only escape is corresponding with her chat forum friend, Mountain Mac. 

Love isn’t on her radar until Camden mysteriously returns to Denver after a decade long absence and moves in next door. 

It’s only for the summer, but things don’t stay neighborly for long. 

Surrendering to an attraction they can’t deny, they agree to a no strings attached steamy summer fling. 

But when their hidden identities are revealed, will it be too late to salvage a love always meant to be?


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Blog Tour: KISS ME TONIGHT by Emma Hart

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What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common?

A hunky firefighter with an extra-large…hosepipe.

Kiss Me Tonight, an all-new hilarious standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!

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In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger’s, um, eggplant, in my inbox.

I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames.

But it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

I’m only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I’ve ever had, almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash, and apparently, they don’t serve wine to patients in this place.

But like I said, it’s fine.

Until he walks in.

The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs.

And the universe is amusing itself at my expense, because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday?

It’s his.

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“Hi.” I glanced over at him, my lips curving. “Hi.” “You ready?” “To escape the madhouse? What do you think?” “That I should put my foot down.” I winked and clicked my belt into place. “Let’s go. Where are we going?” Noah pulled away from the curb. “I was going to let you direct me. I haven’t been in town long, like I said, and I definitely haven’t been out for lunch.” I leaned back in the seat. “Hmm. What do you want to eat?” “You’re the one breaking out of jail. I’m happy to go wherever you want to.” “Oh, no. I hate making decisions like this. Do you know how difficult it is to pick somewhere to eat?” I shifted my whole body so I could look at him. “Do you want Chinese? Thai? Steak? Korean? Pizza? Burgers? Caribbean? Mexican? Spanish? French? Italian?” Noah’s gaze darted my way. “Do you have all those places in Creek Falls?” “No, but that doesn’t make the decision any easier,” I replied. “Well? Burgers? Pizza? Mexican? Italian? Steak? Or Chinese?” “I don’t—shit me, I feel like I’m being interrogated by the fucking Government.” “You may as well be. Pick somewhere and I’ll tell you where to go.” “I said you can pick.” “I don’t care. I’ve been everywhere. They’re all good. You’re the new boy in town. Pick somewhere.” “You’re demanding, do you know that?” “Yes, Preston—oh, he’s my brother—regularly points out how demanding and difficult I am.” I paused. “If you really want me to pick, I will, but you can’t complain after.” He turned the blinker on so we’d head in the direction of Main Street. “You just said they’re all good.” “They are, but it’s not my fault if you feel like pizza and end up with a taco.” “I can honestly say that I do not care what I eat for lunch as long as it’s edible.” “Right. Then turn left, then right, and pull into the parking lot next to the liquor store.” “I see you’re taking us to a reputable location.” “Oh, no. The liquor store is a pit stop. It just happens to be on the way to the Mexican place I like.” “I see. So you’re using me for liquor.” “You’ve met my great-aunt. Damn straight I’m using you for liquor.”

About Emma Hart

Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.

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Release Blitz: Crazy Rich Cajuns by Erin Nicholas

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“You can always count on Erin Nicholas for fun, sexy contemporary romance.”―Melissa Foster, New York Times bestselling author

Crazy Rich Cajuns, an all-new sexy, small town, opposites attract rom com from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas, is coming September 30th!

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He wears suits and ties. He’ll one day inherit a fortune. He has a law degree. He shines his shoes, for God’s sake. What is she doing attracted to a guy like him? But she is. She so is.

She drives air boats on the bayou, drinks and cusses, and gives city boys in suits a hard time just for fun. Why can’t he get her out of his mind? But he can’t. He definitely can’t.

A weekend trip to Savannah for a fancy-schmancy party with his highfalutin family is the surefire way to prove that they have nothing in common but intense chemistry. And to maybe scratch this I’ve-never-wanted-anyone-like-I-want-you itch once or twice. Or five times.

But it takes only about twenty-four hours for the bayou girl and the city boy to figure out that they don’t really know much at all–about each other, or about themselves. And figuring all of this out is going to be downright crazy.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.

Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).

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Blog Tour: Bliss Cove/Love Walks In by Nina Lindsey

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Follow your heart to Bliss Cove. . .

Love Walks In, the first sweet and steamy standalone in the Bliss Cove series from Nina Lindsey is available now!

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Bus ticket to hometown of Bliss Cove – $24.50

Purchase of old building and business license – $35,250

Twelve orphaned cats – free

Finally proving to her family that she can be successful – priceless.

Shaking off her past mistakes and fickle reputation, Aria Prescott is determined to start a new life with her latest venture, the “Meow and Then Cat Café.” Though the café is in the town’s most rundown neighborhood, Aria will let nothing stop her from success.

Then property developer Hunter Armstrong shocks the Mariposa Street shop owners with a buyout offer that threatens to destroy the old district. Aria refuses to let the ruthless businessman intimidate her into selling her beloved café, even if Hunter’s dark, glowering sexiness secretly makes her want to purr.

Hunter needs to close the deal and secure his promotion to CEO of Imperial Properties. He would be victorious in no time if it weren’t for a stubborn, beautiful cat rescuer who believes in things like healing crystals and forever homes.

Aria and Hunter are soon locked in a fiery, tense war over the fate of Mariposa Street. But when Hunter starts falling for this sexy town sweetheart, he discovers that winning the battle might mean losing his heart.

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Discover the rest of the Bliss Cove Series!

And I Love Her

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Releasing November 2019

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Good things came in large, thick envelopes. At least, that was what Aria Prescott had always believed. Wedding invitations, college acceptances, Christmas cards, love letters. But this? She sank onto a chair in her darkened café, crumpling the brown envelope in her fist. The formal letter was clipped to a stack of papers made heavier by the copious use of legalese—clauses, conditions, title. Financial terms. Dropping the letter, she looked through the brick-and-glass partition separating the lounge from the front room of the café. Evening light illuminated the painted Meow and Then sign on the window. A chalkboard menu hung on the wall behind the counter. Wooden shelves held cat toys and cat-themed merchandise. She’d created this. For the first time in her life, she’d gone the distance, gotten the job done, seen the plan through. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let anything change that now. Jumbo butted his fuzzy head against her arm. “Sorry, sweetie.” Stroking the tabby cat’s ears, Aria got to her feet. “Thirteen orders of chicken bites in gravy coming right up.” Cats of all sizes stirred from various lounging positions around the room. Tails swishing and ears perked, they padded over to the row of food and water dishes. Pushing the letter out of her mind, Aria retrieved cans of chicken from the storage cabinet and prepared dinner for her thirteen charges. A few of them meowed and slithered around her legs, while others sat waiting regally for their meal to be served. A one-eyed cat with patchy fur, a torn left ear, and a sharp fanged tooth poking out of his mouth crouched under a table. “Come on, Fang.” Aria clicked her tongue at the old cat, who glared at her. “Yummy chicken.” She filled a separate dish and set it close to him. Only when she backed away did he edge forward to eat. After refilling the water dishes, she tied the full trash bag and headed out the back door to put it in the garbage bin. A thick layer of ocean fog and encroaching rainclouds covered the sky, blocking the sunset. Though the April weather had been temperate, evenings were cool in the coastal California town of Bliss Cove. It was Aria’s favorite time of year—warm days bursting with color and new life followed by chilly nights of sweatshirts and bonfires. But this spring was more important than all previous ones because before summer arrived, Aria’s mother and two older sisters would see that she could not only follow through with a plan, but make it a success. She’d finally prove that she was stronger and smarter than anyone—herself included—had believed. The backdoor of the café creaked. A large calico peered at her from the crack in the open door, which she never forgot to close. Until now. Not the greatest start to smarter. “Hey, boy.” Keeping her voice soft, she locked her gaze to his. “Go back inside. I’ll…Porkchop!” Faster than a blink, the cat shot into the alley and ran. “Porkchop!” Aria slammed the door shut so the other cats wouldn’t escape. She hurried around to the front of the café just as his swishing tail disappeared around the corner. “Who knew you could move so fast? Porkchop!” Soon it would be dark and rainy. Breaking into a run, Aria followed the cat away from Mariposa Street. The rundown historic district was at least three miles from the center of downtown. Shops and restaurants lined the streets converging toward the popular and busy Starfish Avenue. Annoyance flickered through her. In the two weeks she’d had Porkchop, he’d proven to be both wily and smug. He’d chewed rolls of paper towels, shoved other cats off the windowsill, and Aria swore he’d deliberately broken one of the cat figurines in the lounge. There! A black-and-orange furball was just visible under a parked pick-up truck. She crept forward and extended her hand. “Come on, Porkie Pie,” she crooned. “Come back home and I’ll give you some nice tuna fish…Porkchop!” He darted away. Several passers-by paused to try and catch him. The overweight cat continued to move surprisingly fast, evading every grasp. Aria’s lungs started to burn. Skidding in her flat, strappy sandals, she caught sight of him crossing the street to the ramshackle Outside Inn. The old Queen Anne building sprawled over an expanse of tree-dotted lawn with a trail leading to Pelican Beach. Heavy raindrops started to fall. Aria hurried up the pathway leading to the wrap-around porch. Thick shrubs and overgrown weeds lined the foundation of the inn underneath the multiple lighted windows. Porkchop shot behind a dense boxwood. “You little…” She pushed through the shrubs, cursing as her flowy cotton skirt caught on a wet branch and tore. “You’re lucky I took you on, you ungrateful little mouse catcher. If it weren’t for me, you’d be…Porkchop!” Tail swishing, he bounded to the corner of the inn. If he took off toward the beach trail…she’d never find him on the dark shoreline. But under the awning, he was protected from the rain. Maybe he’d opt for comfort over risk and adventure. Comfort is a far better choice, my feline friend. Trust me on that. The cat stopped. His whiskers twitched. His yellow eyes gleamed. Aria gritted her teeth. “You come here right now.” She clapped her hands sharply and raised her voice. “I work very hard to give you and your fellow feline brethren a nice place to live, and I do not appreciate being forced to race through the—” A window slammed open right above her. “What the hell is going on out here?” The deep male voice boomed like thunder. Aria’s heart jumped into her throat. Forcing an apologetic smile onto her lips, she straightened and looked up. Right into the scowling face of a man whose glare burned right into her. She opened and closed her mouth. No words came out. Her heart raced. “Well?” His black eyebrows snapped together over his intense dark eyes. He was still holding the window sash up, and the lifted position of his arms stretched his white dress shirt over impressively bulging biceps. “What are you doing out here?” he barked. “I….there’s a cat.” Trying to gather her scattered wits, she ran shaking hands over her dress. “Uh, I was just—” “You were annoying the crap out of me is what you were just doing.” Irritation stiffened Aria’s spine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you.” She indicated Porkchop, who was still sitting at the corner of the inn, staring at the man as if he, too, were transfixed by his sheer potency. “I’m trying to save my cat.” His mouth twisted sardonically. “Your cat.” “My felis catus, if you want the Latin term.” He expelled an impatient breath, his scowl deepening. Letting go of the window sash, he raked a hand through his disheveled dark hair. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing tanned forearms corded with muscle. Good God. Who was he, this man whose glower ratcheted up his sexiness by about a thousand degrees? And what was she doing fixating on him when she still had to catch Porkchop? The rain was coming down harder. “I apologize.” She drew her shoulders back and met his smoldering black eyes. “My cat escaped and made his way here, for some reason. I’m trying to catch him.” He shot a glare at the animal, who was still staring and twitching his tail. “Given his size, it doesn’t look as if catching him should be that hard.” Aria frowned, stung by the dig about Porkchop’s weight. “I’ll thank you not to insult my cat.” “You named him Porkchop.” “I didn’t name him. And he is on a metabolic feline weight management program.” “Maybe that’s why he ran away.” “I know this doesn’t look plausible, but he’s led me on a wild goose chase…or maybe I should say a wild cat chase…” She chuckled at the joke. Glowering Stranger did not. “Anyway, my point is that despite his girth, Porkchop can run pretty darned fast.” He turned his scowl on to her. An oddly pleasurable shiver raced down her spine, which made no sense. Before she could move, or even think, he hefted himself over the window sill and landed onto the ground in front of her. Aria’s breath stopped. Like, stopped, right in the middle of her chest. In addition to being dangerously sexy, he was also big—well over six feet with wide shoulders and a broad chest that was no doubt a landscape of hard muscles. With him standing right in front of her, she practically felt the power and energy coiling through every millimeter of his body. The garden lights cast shadows over his strong features, emphasizing the cut-glass lines of his jaw and cheekbones, his thick-lashed eyes, and a beautifully shaped mouth that looked as if it were made to do dirty things to a woman. Parting her lips, Aria forced air into her lungs before she started getting dizzy. “If you’ll step aside, I’ll get my cat.” She managed to sound both haughty and cool, even though her blood was hot and her heart pounding. “Been real successful at that so far, haven’t you?” Arching an eyebrow, he turned toward Porkchop. After admiring the fact that his back was as appealing as his front, Aria edged backward. If he approached the cat from this side, and she darted around behind Porkchop, they might be able to box him in. He took a few steps toward the cat. Porkchop blinked at him. Glowering Stranger made a deep, rumbling noise that was obviously meant to soothe the animal, but that also had the strangest effect on Aria—like a hot wave rolling over her skin and settling right into her core. Suppressing the ridiculous sensation, she prepared to move around and surround the cat as soon as the man got close enough. “Good boy.” Glowering Stranger bent and picked Porkchop up as if the cat were…well, a docile, pick-up-able creature who hadn’t just fled through the streets of Bliss Cove like an escaped felon. Aria gaped. Porkchop just…curled into the man’s arms as if he didn’t have the slightest interest in getting away. In fact, the little traitor even nuzzled his furry head against Glowering Stranger’s chest. Aria had the fleeting thought that she’d kind of like to do the same thing.

About Nina

Nina Lindsey writes romances filled with heart, heat, and happy endings. She is delighted to introduce readers to Bliss Cove, California, a coastal town with an abundance of warm cookies, ocean breezes, and the ever-present possibility of love.

Nina loves all things spicy and sweet, with chili chocolates being at the top of the list. She is also a fan of glossy magazines, pop culture, Gilmore Girls, energy bites, Orangetheory, and the sound of silence.

She lives in Wisconsin with her meteorologist husband (yes, she asks him daily, “What’s the weather forecast?”), their two children, a hyperactive dog, and a snail named Pipsqueak.

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Release Blitz: Her Lovely Lies by K.L. Clare

Today we have the release blitz of K.L. Clare’s HER LOVELY LIES! Check out this new release and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Her Lovely lies

Author: K.L. Clare

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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She loves him madly, wants his children—but does she really know him? Come a little closer if you dare. Will Hastings is back with more of the dark love story that began in Lies That Bind Us. Loving her is all that I am. She is the flesh and blood savior who lights up my soul. She’s grace and beauty, the source of my addiction. I watch her every move, consume each breath she takes. I won’t live without her touch. She’s in my bed when I close my eyes and there when I wake. But now, my angel lies to me. Elle secretly investigates the lies left behind by her sister and my brother. She should know better—no space exists between us, no room for secrets. I allow the deception while she searches for answers, but I am always right behind her, eliminating the threats that shadow us. Her discovery? It drives me straight to my knees.

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. . . I had somehow found the discipline to wait Ellie out, to give her time to grow and thrive as an individual before allowing my obsession to consume all of her, though I could feel the elasticity of it contracting. My self-discipline had stretched to its limit. I needed to see her. I would claim one touch, maybe one kiss, then continue protecting her from a distance. Fucking liar. You’ll take everything from her. Don’t touch. I shook my head, my deliberations vacillating between what I knew was the truth and what I wanted to do, and jogged out to my car. The town celebration had already started, and this fucking liar wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to see her there. It didn’t take much time to catch up to her—there she was on the street just a few feet ahead of me. I would recognize her pretty arse anywhere. Stonington’s main streets were narrow, so I retreated into the crowd and crossed to the opposing curb from where I could see her face. Ellie soon found me and locked her eyes onto mine, and what I discovered in her gaze was staggering. It caused a sharp pain to cut through me as if a blade had pierced my heart. Abandonment. Loss. She believed she was alone. I pressed my palm against the center of my chest to ease the abrupt tightness. Christ, how many times had she been failed? She worked a second job tending bar for fuck’s sake, and it wasn’t for the money—my father had assured me she had inherited her father’s wealth, which meant she was looking for something or someone to make her feel safe and loved. She’d lost both parents at an early age, and her grandmother visibly held her affection for Ellie at arm’s length. Ellie’s sister, Isobel, seemed to express a maternal regard for her rather than offer the kind of companionship a sibling close in age could provide. I had no idea how many men had passed through her life, but it was clear none understood who she was or what she needed because she was still alone. She was practiced at concealing the pain, but beyond the beauty of her green irises, the suffering was there. I could see it and feel it, and in that moment, with our eyes locked, I knew that I would never find the strength to leave the States without her again. Unrestrained thoughts raced through my head. I opened and closed my hands, flexing my fists as flashes of anger rushed through me. I wanted to kiss away the hurt. I ached to shelter her in my arms. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside of her and show her that she had been found. I lowered my eyes to her lips and smirked at the idea of her releasing all of that pain while screaming my name. I met her eyes again, my smile fading as something more occurred to me. That she dared to hold my stare for so long revealed strength, but also there was something undeniable about the intensity of her will. Ellie held the power no one before her had ever possessed, and if I wasn’t careful, one day she would wield it to put me on my goddamned knees. Mine. . . .  

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“I believe in telling the love stories that beg to be told, even when they resonate differently than the norm, and I love to lure historical facts into contemporary ideas. As a reader and a writer, I open my mind and heart to concepts and characters that may not be what is expected in our modern world.” –klc Award-winning author K.L. Clare writes contemporary romance and has been praised by industry critics for her elegant prose, captivating and distinctive characters, and original story lines. The manuscript for Kelli’s first novel, Lies That Bind Us, has won multiple independent book awards. Prior to writing fiction, she was an HR executive, a contributing writer for an online women’s publication, and a progressive voice on issues for women and children in a global coalition of bloggers. She lives in Ohio with her two brilliant kids and a sock-thieving spaniel. Follow K.L. Clare on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and BookBub to receive alerts about new releases and featured sales. Interested in behind-the-scenes looks, author chats, and contests? Join her romance-reading tribe on Facebook.  

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COVER REVEAL – Underneath the Sycamore Tree by B. Celeste




Title: Underneath the Sycamore Tree
Author: B. Celeste
Genre: Contemporary Stepbrother Romance
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Release Date: November 1, 2019



Blurb

It happened in stages.
My father left.
My twin sister died of an incurable autoimmune disease.
My mother started breaking down.
Then I was diagnosed with the very thing that took my other half from me.
That was when I realized Mama’s eyes turned gold when she cried.
So I moved in with my father and his new family—new wife, new son, new stepbrother.
Kaiden Monroe made me feel normal.
Hated. Cared for. Loathed. And … loved.
Somewhere along the way, I’d found solace in the boy with dark eyes.
But everything happens in stages.
And nothing good ever lasts.







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PROLOGUE

Mama’s eyes are golden when she cries. Not like mine, which are a murky shade of dirty pool water—not fully green or brown, but a mixture of the two. Though when I was just shy of ten years old and saying goodbye to my sister, Mama told me that my glassy gaze was speckled with emeralds just like Daddy’s.
But Daddy wasn’t at Lo’s funeral. Not when the pastor spoke the eulogy to the half-empty church, or when the slow toll of cars paced the streets to the cemetery, or even when they lowered the kid-sized white coffin into the ground. Mama and I watched every step of the way. Her eyes trained on the half of her heart sinking into the dark soil, never to be seen again, while mine stared off into the distance waiting for Daddy’s familiar face to appear.
Looking back now, Lo had suspected the end of our parent’s marriage long before Daddy packed his things and left. She always knew it’d end that way.
I wondered what else she knew.
Mama wipes a stray tear from her eye, hoping I won’t notice how they glisten in the fluorescent lighting of the drab white room. I want to tell her I’m all right, that everything will be fine. But the weak attempts of comfort would roll off her tense shoulders in disbelief.
When Lo was diagnosed with lupus it was too late to save her. The disease had eaten away at every piece of her—body, skin, and organs. Nobody knew what would happen if it’d gone untreated for too long. No matter how hard Mama tried controlling the disease, it couldn’t be fought.
Logan died in her sleep.






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B. Celeste’s obsession with all things forbidden and taboo enabled her to pave a path into a new world of raw, real, emotional romance.

Her debut novel is The Truth about Heartbreak.


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