Blog Tour: A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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“A perfectly woven tale rife with secrets, lies and seduction. Plenty of action with a perfect dose of snark. High Fantasy done the JLA way!” -Lily Alexander, author

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire, the enthralling and epic second book in A Blood and Ash Series by New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout, is available now.

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Is Love Stronger Than Vengeance?

A Betrayal…


Everything Poppy has ever believed in is a lie, including the man she was falling in love with. Thrust among those who see her as a symbol of a monstrous kingdom, she barely knows who she is without the veil of the Maiden. But what she does know is that nothing is as dangerous to her as him. The Dark One. The Prince of Atlantia. He wants her to fight him, and that’s one order she’s more than happy to obey. He may have taken her, but he will never have her.

A Choice….

Casteel Da’Neer is known by many names and many faces. His lies are as seductive as his touch. His truths as sensual as his bite. Poppy knows better than to trust him. He needs her alive, healthy, and whole to achieve his goals. But he’s the only way for her to get what she wants—to find her brother Ian and see for herself if he has become a soulless Ascended. Working with Casteel instead of against him presents its own risks. He still tempts her with every breath, offering up all she’s ever wanted. Casteel has plans for her. Ones that could expose her to unimaginable pleasure and unfathomable pain. Plans that will force her to look beyond everything she thought she knew about herself—about him. Plans that could bind their lives together in unexpected ways that neither kingdom is prepared for. And she’s far too reckless, too hungry, to resist the temptation.

A Secret…

But unrest has grown in Atlantia as they await the return of their Prince. Whispers of war have become stronger, and Poppy is at the very heart of it all. The King wants to use her to send a message. The Descenters want her dead. The wolven are growing more unpredictable. And as her abilities to feel pain and emotion begin to grow and strengthen, the Atlantians start to fear her. Dark secrets are at play, ones steeped in the blood-drenched sins of two kingdoms that would do anything to keep the truth hidden. But when the earth begins to shake, and the skies start to bleed, it may already be too late.

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“We go home to marry, my Princess.” As in get married? To him? Suddenly, I thought of all those girlish fantasies I’d had before I learned who I was and what was expected of me—daydreams given life because of the love my parents had for one another. Never once did those little-girl dreams include a proposal that wasn’t remotely an actual proposal. Nor did they incorporate it being announced at a table full of strangers, half of which wanted me dead. And those dreams surely hadn’t involved what had to be the kingdom’s worst—and possibly most insane—non-proposal of marriage to a man currently holding me captive. Perhaps I had some sort of ailment of the brain. Maybe I was experiencing hallucinations brought on by stress. After all, there had been so much painful death to process. His betrayal to deal with. And I’d just learned I was descended from Atlantia, a kingdom I’d been raised to believe was the source of all the evil and tragedy in the land. Stress-induced hallucinations seemed a far more believable reason than what was actually happening. All I could do was stare at the larger hand holding my much smaller one. His skin was slightly darker than mine as if kissed by the sun. Years of wielding a sword with deadly, graceful precision had left his palms callused. He lifted my hand to an indecently well-formed and full mouth. To lips that were somehow soft yet unrelentingly firm. Lips that had spun beautiful words into the air and whispered heated, wicked promises against my bare skin. Lips that had paid homage to the many scars that riddled my body and face. Lips that had also spoken blood-soaked lies. Now, that mouth was pressed against the top of my hand in a gesture that I would’ve cherished for an eternity and thought exquisitely tender just days or weeks ago. Simple things like hand-holding or chaste kisses had been forbidden to me. As were being wanted or feeling desire. I had long since accepted that I would never experience those things. Until him. I lifted my gaze from our joined hands, from that mouth that was already curving up on one side, hinting at a dimple in the right cheek, and from the slowly parting lips that revealed just a hint of fatally sharp fangs. His hair brushed the nape of his neck and toppled over his forehead, and the thick strands were such a deep shade of black, it often shone blue in the sunlight. With high and angular cheekbones, a straight nose, and a proud, carved jaw, he often reminded me of the large, graceful cave cat I had seen once in Queen Ileana’s palace as a child. Beautiful, but in the way all wild, dangerous predators were. My heart stammered as my eyes locked onto his, orbs a shade of stunning, cool amber. I knew I was staring at Hawke—

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About Jennifer L. Armentrout #1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, hanging out with her husband and her Border Jack Apollo. In early 2015, Jennifer was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a group of rare genetic disorders that involve a breakdown and death of cells in the retina, eventually resulting in loss of vision, among other complications. Due to this diagnosis, educating people on the varying degrees of blindness has become of passion of hers, right alongside writing, which she plans to do as long as she can. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Tor, HarperCollins Avon and William Morrow, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her Wicked Series has been optioned by PassionFlix. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. Her adult romantic suspense novel TILL DEATH was an Amazon Editor’s Pick and iBook Book of the Month. Her young adult contemporary THE PROBLEM WITH FOREVER is a 2017 RITA Award Winner in Young Adult Fiction. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins. She is the owner of ApollyCon and The Origin Event, the successful annual events that features over a hundred bestselling authors in Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult Fiction, panels, parties, and more.

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BLOG TOUR: Necessary Pursuit by Mari Carr and Lila DuBois

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He’ll do anything to keep them safe.

Necessary Pursuit, an all-new steamy and enthralling, arranged menage marriage romance from New York Times bestselling author Mari Carr and Lila Dubois is available now!

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Oscar has no desire to join one of the two secret societies issuing him invitations and he sure as hell isn’t interested in an arranged menage marriage. They say you can’t die of a broken heart, but he almost did.

Deadly circumstances throw sexy physicist, Selene, and a dangerous man with a price on his head in his path. Now he’ll do anything to keep them safe.

All they have to do is evade a serious threat from a religious cult, defuse a bomb, prevent a war between the Trinity Masters and the Masters’ Admiralty…oh…and stay alive.

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Excerpt:

Oscar had found the pack of cards in the kitchen’s junk drawer, which, as anyone with any sense knew, was where a pack of cards should be. Luca had sheepishly admitted to playing poker on phone apps, but he had never played with other people.

“Then you were playing the cards, not the table.” Oscar shuffled and set the deck on the table in front of Selene.

She tapped it with two fingers and Oscar arched a brow.

“I see you, Dr. Tanaka.”

“I try to replicate the power of the sun for a living.” Selene adjusted her glasses in a sexy librarian way. “You think I’m scared of taking risks?”

“It’s like watching sexy American TV,” Luca said, glancing back and forth between them.

“You think we’re sexy?” Selene asked. “I mean, me too. Obviously Oscar is sexy.”

Luca blushed. “Yes. I mean, you’re both… It’s…” He stared at the cards as Oscar dealt. “Remind me of the rules.”

“Straight poker. Five-card stud. Nothing wild. Keeping it simple this first round. Selene, deal out the chips.”

Selene gave them each ten sauce packets, also gathered from the junk drawer.

They glanced at their cards, discarded, took more, and placed their bets. To his surprise, Luca raised, then raised again.

“You must have a very good hand,” Selene said.

Luca glanced at each of them. “I build and design bombs for a living. Maybe I am simply taking a risk.”

Oscar whistled and slapped the table. “It’s going to be a game of who has the biggest nerd balls.” He pushed the rest of his hot sauce packets toward the center of the table. “Too bad for you two, that’s me.”

“Call,” Selene snapped.

Selene had a flush—all hearts. Appropriate.

Luca had three of a kind.

Oscar lay his cards out. “Full house, tens, and queens.”

Selene drummed her fingers on the table, anxious for a rematch. It appeared his nuclear scientist was competitive. “Deal.”

She won the next round, but he’d bet conservatively, losing only two hot sauce packets. On the third round, Oscar folded, losing only one in the process.

By the fourth hand, he still had most of the packets in his bank and was humming “The Gambler.”

“Deal,” Selene snapped. “Wait, I’ll deal. You’re cheating.”

“Don’t get too worked up, Tanaka. It’s just poker. Now, if we were playing spades…” Every game of spades between him and his siblings had ended in violence. Every. Single. One. Always followed up by one of them yelling, “I will never play cards with you again!”

Selene dealt, and Oscar’s smile had grown in time with his pile of hot sauce packets. He was waiting until Selene realized something she’d missed.

“I raise…” Selene trailed off as she finally noticed she was out of “money.”

“You have to fold?” Luca looked up from frowning at his cards.

“Socks,” Selene said.

“Strip poker.” Oscar sat up, staring across the table at her to try to read her mind. She glanced at Luca, then back to him, and shrugged slightly.

“What is strip poker?” Luca asked.

“You bet with your clothes. You lose and you have to take off something.”

Luca cleared his throat and tugged at the front of his shirt.

The bi guy who grew up in a nutso religious cult was probably wishing he was a thousand miles from here.

“Let’s not.” Oscar picked up some sauce packets, prepared to pass them to Selene.

“If she keeps losing…will she, will you, take off all your clothes?” Luca asked.

“Those are the rules,” Oscar said, grinning when he realized Luca wasn’t as averse to the idea as he’d assumed. “But you’d have to take off clothes as well.”

“If I lose.”

“Oh, you’re going to lose.” Oscar let the hot sauce packets spill from his hand back onto his pile.

“In or out, boys?” Selene asked.

About Mari:

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Virginia native Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research. She has over a hundred published works, including her popular Wild Irish and Compass books, along with the Trinity Masters series she writes with Lila Dubois.

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Lila Dubois is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her books have been nominated for many awards including RT Book Reviews Erotic Novella for Undone Rebel and the Golden Flogger. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently. Lila lives in California with her own Irish Farm Boy and loves receiving email from readers.

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Blog Tour: Miss Apprehended by Amie Knight and Miranda Elaine

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I don’t know whether to kiss her or spank her. Either way, she’s mine.

Miss Apprehended, a hilarious and steamy romantic comedy from Amie Knight and Miranda Elaine is available now!

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I’ve got ninety-nine problems and all of them begin and end with the Coletrain twins.

Especially Millie Coletrain.

I don’t know whether to kiss her or spank her.

Either way, she’s mine.

Warning: This is an erotic novella with laugh-out-loud ridiculousness, insta-love, a smart-mouthed heroine, and an over-the-top alpha bail bondsman.

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“Stay still, Tillie. I’m sick and tired of chasing your crazy ass around town,” I snarl out to the insane female I have pressed up against the wall. A perfectly round ass is wiggling all too enticingly against my already hardening cock, and I let out an exasperated sigh. Stupid dick. Clearly, it doesn’t know what’s good for us. Peppermint and some kind of floral soap assail my senses. I almost back away so I can take a harder look at this blonde bombshell, but I refuse to be fooled again. I’ve been hunting this woman down for weeks, and every time I’ve managed to catch up with her, she has somehow managed to give me the slip. Not again. She missed her court date, and it’s my job to bring her in. I have something to prove, being the new guy on the block. I’ve only been on the job for two weeks, and I’ve spent most of it chasing this criminally deranged woman. True, her crimes consist mostly of bounced checks and small thefts, but the way she has managed to evade me these past two weeks only proves one thing—she’s a damn criminal mastermind. “I’m not Tillie, you big oaf. Let me go. Now!” the crazy lady says while trying to turn her body toward me. I press her harder into the wall with my body and groan. Fuck, she feels too good. She’s trying to kill me. I’ve been stabbed, beaten, and shot at plenty in my six years as a bounty hunter, but I’ve never been more convinced that someone was trying to kill me than at this moment. And she is using that smoking-hot body as the weapon. Fuck my life. Funnily enough, I’ve never once felt this pull toward Tillie while I’ve been tracking her. But, now that I am up close and personal, I cannot help but want her. Everything about her is calling to me. Her voice, her smell—this woman is fucking intoxicating. “Cut the bullshit, darlin’. I’ve been watching you for weeks now and you know it. I watched you walk in this door not ten minutes ago. I’m taking you in, collecting my money, and getting a good night’s sleep tonight.” I’m so over this shit. “God dammit, let me go. I am not Tillie.” She’s talking to the wall, but I’m mostly paying attention. “I’m Millie, and you are ruining my gig. My fans are expecting me up on stage any minute,” she says. I take a look around this dive of a bar that smells like bacon and stale beer, trying to hold my smirk back. Grabbing the handcuffs around Tillie’s wrists, I spin her around to face me. “Babe, karaoke is not a gig, and if you think it is, then we got bigger problems than a few bounced checks and some petty theft charges,” I say, taking in her curvy body, starting at the tips of her pink-painted toes. I want to pull those gorgeous toes out of the high-heeled sandals she’s wearing and take a nibble, but I know that, the moment she thinks I’m distracted, she’ll take off on me again. My eyes make their way up smooth, tanned legs until I hit the hem of her pale-blue dress with white polka dots right above her knees. And damn, that dress perfectly hugs every curve of her body. My hand almost involuntary makes its way up to the long strand of pearls dangling around her neck. I want to pull her closer with them so I can smell her again or maybe run my tongue over her plump, pink-stained lips. Big, angry, bright-blue eyes snap me out of my lust-fueled fog. Fuck. This girl is fucking gorgeous, and I immediately know I won’t be taking her in right away. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” she snaps at me, the ice in her blue gaze freezing me. The corners of my mouth tip up in a barely there smile. God, I love a sassy woman.

Meet the Authors

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About Miranda Miranda is a loving wife and barely surviving mother of three occasionally good kids. Her hobbies include lying to herself about the calories in donuts and banana pudding, as well as running out of excuses when procrastinating. She’s been an avid reader since she was a young girl. Whether she’s by the pool, curled up in bed, or hiding in the closet, as long as she has a book in her hands she’s happy.

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About Amie Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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BLOG TOUR: Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover

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Their bond is too intense to ignore.

Heart Bones, the unforgettable contemporary romance that will pull on your heartstrings and show you the power of hope by #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover is available now!

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author of Verity and Regretting You.

Beyah comes from a life of poverty and neglect; Samson from a family of wealth.

When the two find themselves spending the summer as neighbors, they soon realize money is one of the few things they don’t have in common.

Their bond is too intense to ignore, but with only ten weeks separating them from the start of their new lives on opposite ends of the country, Beyah and Samson decide to stay in the shallow end of a summer fling.

What they don’t realize is that a rip current is coming and it’s about to drag both their hearts out to sea.

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Samson’s knee brushes high up on my inner thigh and I’m glad he can’t see anything from my chin down, because my body is covered in chills right now.

“I didn’t think there were many people in the world like me,” he says.

“You think we’re alike?” I want to laugh at that comparison, but there’s not an ounce of humor in his expression.

“I believe we have a lot more in common than you think we do, Beyah.”

“You think you’re as alone in this world as I am?”

He folds his lips together and nods his head, and it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen. I never would have thought someone so well off could have a life as shitty as mine, but I can see it in the way he’s looking at me. Everything about him suddenly seems familiar to me.

He’s right. We are alike, but only in the saddest ways.

My voice comes out in a whisper when I say, “When I first met you on that ferry, I could tell you were damaged.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he tilts his head to the right. “You think I’m damaged?”

“Yes.”

He moves even closer in the water, but there wasn’t much space left between us to begin with. It’s deliberate, and so much of me is touching so much of him now. “You’re right,” he says quietly, slipping a hand around the back of my left knee. “There’s nothing left of me but a fucking pile of debris.” He pulls me to him, wrapping both my legs around him. That’s all he does, though. He doesn’t try to kiss me. He just connects us together as if that’s enough while our arms keep us both afloat.

I’m swiftly succumbing to him. I don’t know in what way. All of them, maybe. Because right now, I need him to do something else. Anything else. Taste me. Touch me. Drag me under.

We watch each other for a moment and it’s almost like looking into a broken mirror. He leans in slowly, but not toward my mouth. He presses his lips against my shoulder, so gentle it feels like a graze.

I close my eyes and inhale.

I’ve never felt anything so sensual. So perfect.

About Colleen Hoover

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Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times and International bestselling author of thirteen novels and multiple novellas. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. She is the founder of The Bookworm Box, a non-profit book subscription service and bookstore in Sulphur Springs, Texas.

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Blog Tour: Always Crew by Tijan

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Everything was going well… Until it wasn’t. Again.

Always Crew, the beautiful and epic conclusion of the Crew series by New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!

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For the longest time, I was Bren Monroe. I lived in Roussou, California. I had no parents, no brother, but I had a crew.

Then things started to change. I never planned for any of it. I didn’t think I’d fall in love. I didn’t think I’d have a relationship with my brother again. I didn’t think that he’d come back.

Now I’m in Cain. My crew is in college. They’re growing, going through their own things. And here I am, figuring out my life.

There’s always hurdles and obstacles to overcome. That was never my hardship. That was my regular. But living? Being content? Being happy? Those were my challenges now.

Everything was going well… Until it wasn’t. Again.

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“Please, Bren,” Jordan whispered.

I sagged, hearing his plea. If I didn’t stop, he’d start. I had to stop. I had to stop for him. “We have to go. It’s done.” That was Cross, but he was the leader speaking now. “Get her in the truck.” Jordan carried me over. Zellman hopped up and Jordan lifted me to him. I could’ve climbed up myself, but there was something about my crew doing this for me. Handling me. They needed to do this, and a part of me needed to let them. I glanced back as Jordan was climbing up, coming behind us. Cross was bent over the guy. He was talking to him. A second later, he pulled his phone out, punching some numbers. Then the phone was back in his pocket, and he was coming for the truck. His eyes held mine for a brief moment before he got behind the wheel. Cross drove us back as Zellman and Jordan huddled on both sides of me. My hands were still bleeding, but no one moved to cover them. That felt fitting, for some reason. Just let me bleed.

About Tijan Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.

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Blog Tour: Slash by Laurelin Paige

Slash, an all new sizzling hot 1,001 Dark Nights Standalone Novella in the Slay series by New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige is available now!

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Camilla Fasbender has a secret.

Underneath her posh accent and designer clothes lies the evidence of her pain.

Every heartbreak, every bad day, every setback has left a scar.

From behind her camera, she shows the world what to see. And it isn’t her.

Until him.

He sees right through her carefully constructed facade.

And he’s going to slash it all to pieces.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

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Hendrix didn’t strike me as ridiculous. Or impulsive. Or silly. Why on earth, then, would he believe that there could be something worth seeking out with me? If that’s what he meant at all. Which…he did, didn’t he? It’s confusing, and confusion makes me hide, on the whole. But since I can’t hide because I’m the fucking teacher in this class—seriously, how did this happen?—and for some reason the educator is expected to stay present, I find my confusion turning to anger. It works itself through me until the beauty of our night together is cropped out of my memory and what’s left is trite and fleeting. His presence feels nothing like flattery—which it did feel flattering, admittedly, for a half second there in the midst of everything else. Now, though, it just feels invasive and unprofessional and mean. Perhaps I’d confront him about it, if I were a different sort of person, one who isn’t afraid to stand up to a challenge. One who isn’t afraid to live her life. But I’m not that sort of person, so after I give out the assignments and send the students on their way, I plan to gather my things and get on my way as soon as possible, so fond of hiding that I am. I was stupid enough to believe—or perhaps hopeful is the better term—that Hendrix would let me do that, as he’d let me leave that night in Paris, not that I’d given him a choice. He doesn’t, though, of course. Of course. He approaches me, his leather camera bag slung over his shoulder, a man satchel underneath. “Camilla,” he says in that American accent that makes me both cringe and swoon all at once, and for the briefest of moments I find myself considering something different for a change. I consider staying. But underneath my long sleeve polo neck, my skin throbs with an intensity that equals the blaring of a car alarm, and I think of Fred waiting for me at home to take him out for ice cream and the dead husband who hurt me as much as he loved me and the ugliness that marks me inside and out. And in the chaos of those thoughts, there is no option to stay. “You being here is in bad taste,” I say before he has a chance to say anything else. “Don’t do this to me.” I brush past him then, and with the heat of that brief contact following me in radiating waves, I rush outside to disappear among the Saturday-morning Londoners who are out enjoying the early signs of spring.

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About Laurelin With millions of books sold worldwide, Laurelin Paige is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author. She is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Killing Eve, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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BLOG TOUR: Bayou Baby by Lexi Blake

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Bayou Baby, an all-new steamy contemporary romance that will warm your heart from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, is out now!

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Seraphina Guidry loves Butterfly Bayou. A young, single mom, she’s trying to find a place for herself in the town she cherishes, but past mistakes have made her wary. She adores her son but has sworn off men. She’s dedicated herself to restoring an historic house and building her own business. A quiet life is all she wants.

Harrison Jefferys never expected to find himself in small-town Louisiana, but he has a job to do and a family to reconnect with. After years in the Army, he’s happy to spend time with his Aunt Celeste and his cousins in such an idyllic spot. When he meets Seraphina, he starts to think Papillion might be a great place to call home. But a secret from Sera’s past rears its head and threatens to tear the community apart.

Caught between the woman he’s coming to love and the only family he has left, Harry knows he has to follow his heart and with the help of the crazy, loving, meddling locals find a way to keep them both.

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Harry found himself standing in the doorway of the church reception hall. There were a bunch of people milling about, most with red cups in their hands. “For a crazy old lady she drew quite a crowd.”

“Oh, everyone comes out for funerals in these parts,” Cal admitted as he made his way to the big crystal punch bowl and got himself a cup. “There’s not a lot else to do so weddings and funerals are big social events.” He took a long drink. “And, damn, but Zep’s got a heavy hand with the rum. There’s way more rum than punch. The Guidrys might be trash, but trash around here usually knows how to party.”

He wasn’t sure he liked his cousin referring to anyone as trash, but he didn’t know the family well. He did know he’d heard the name Guidry from his aunt’s mouth and it was obvious she didn’t think much of them. “I think I’ll try the lemonade.”

“Suit yourself.” Cal refilled and looked around the crowd. “Introduce yourself around. I’m going to see what Josette has going on. Now there’s a woman I could spend some time with. Some fun time.”

His cousin winked and walked off toward a slender blonde.

He was rapidly discovering his cousin was a bit of a douchebag.

“You’re the new guy.”

He turned to find his own pretty blonde staring up at him. She was petite, barely coming up to his shoulders, and he would bet half her weight was in that hair. It flowed past her shoulders almost to her waist, and there was so much of it. Thick, honey-colored silk. Sky blue eyes found his own and held him there. Her arms were crossed over her chest and he noted that she was drinking the lemonade.

“How do you know that? Maybe I’ve been here all along and no one’s noticed me.”

Her nose wrinkled sweetly. “Oh, they all notice you. That’s how I know you’re the new guy. Welcome to Papillon. I came over to give you fair warning. I think single people need to stick together in an effort to stay single despite the societal pressure to give in to the patriarchy. If my mother tries to convince you to let me show you around, she’s really trying to find me a husband.”

Oh, but he might not mind her showing him the town. Beyond being gorgeous, he liked the sass she was throwing his way. He was self-aware enough to admit that women had come easy to him. He wasn’t hard on the eyes, but finding one who got him was a different story. “That seems to be a theme. The church secretary already tried to have her granddaughter show me around.”

A single brow rose over those heavenly eyes of hers. “Debra? Yeah, you have to be careful with her.”

“I’ve heard she’s handsy.” He nodded. “And she talks a lot.”

“Yeah, she also drinks a lot more than Helena will admit, and she’s started a couple of spectacular bar fights. She likes to pit her suitors against each other and make them fight for her.”

“Good to know.” He glanced around and sure enough, every eye was on him. “Well, I don’t suppose you would show me around. Maybe if you showed me around, people would stop offering up their daughters. I noticed no one has asked me if their sons could show me the town. Do the men of Papillon not know their way around?”

“Well, you could say that about a lot of them. But no, it’s because there aren’t many available men and when a new one comes to town it’s like a medieval parade of who has the best dowry. You need to remember that whatever my momma tells you, I’ve got no dowry whatsoever. I come with a lot of baggage. Tons of baggage.” She gasped as though she’d just had a thought. “Unless you would rather have a nice man show you around our town. I hadn’t considered that and it was awfully backward thinking of me. I know a great guy. His name is Michael Hendricks and he’s such a doll. You would get along so well.”

Whoa. That had taken a turn. She was smiling, and that smile took her from beautiful to gorgeous. That smile kind of lit up his world, but she was working under a big misconception. “I’m comfortable with women showing me the sights. Did you get excited about setting me up with your friend?”

A hand cupped her hip, and the sass factor went sky high. “Is there a reason you wouldn’t like my friend?”

He had to chuckle. This one was obviously a fierce warrior. “I’m sure I would like him but I would only like him, not like like him because I like women. Like like them.”

The cutest frown came over her face. “You’re a confusing man.”

“So I’ve been told.” Oh, he liked her. A lot. She would be a ton of fun, and not in the way Cal meant it. He would very much enjoy getting to know this woman. “How about tomorrow? It’s Sunday. I can take the afternoon off.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you hitting on me at my great-aunt’s funeral?”

He had probably gone a nice shade of red. He hadn’t thought this through, and he definitely hadn’t realized she was related to the deceased. He thought she was one of those people who’d come for the gumbo. “Well, that would be rude of me so no, I am not.”

She looked him up and down. “It would be rude, and I was only coming over to warn you that my mom will likely try to trick you into dating me. Don’t fall for it.”

She turned on her heels and started to walk away.

“Hey, you didn’t even tell me your name. How will I know who to avoid if you don’t tell me your name?”

She glanced back, that blonde hair swaying. “Seraphina Guidry. Remember it so we don’t have to go through all of this again. Welcome to Papillon, Mr. Jefferys. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

About Lexi Blake

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New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband and three kids. Since starting her publishing journey in 2010, she’s sold over three million copies of her books. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings.

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BLOG TOUR: Drive Me Wild by Melanie Harlow

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Gruff but funny mechanic burned by love? Check. Guy who takes in orphaned kittens? Check. Hot as can be when he reluctantly falls head-over-heels? Check. My new book boyfriend? All the checks. Drive Me Wild is your summer must-read!” — Julia Kent, New York Times bestselling author

Drive Me Wild, an all-new flirty and heartwarming, opposites-attract romance by USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available now!

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When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing.

I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I’ve got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful.

Problem is, she’s stranded in my small town, and I’m hiding a protective streak underneath my grumpy exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself.

For exactly one night.

If only she weren’t so gorgeous. So funny. So eager to please. She’s a disaster behind the wheel, but she drives me wild without even trying–at work, at home, in the back of my truck . . . I can’t get enough of the way she makes me feel.

But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince.

So when it comes time for her to leave, there’s nothing I can do but let her go.

No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.

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Excerpt

Switching off the lights, I followed her out onto the sidewalk, locking the door behind us. “I need a quick shower and change of clothes. Want to come up with me?”

“Sure.”

I was following her up the stairs to my apartment, looking at her ass and wondering if she had sexual rules and how long it would take me to break them, when I realized she was still talking.

Shit, had she just asked me a question?

At the top of the stairs, she turned around and faced me. “So? Are you going to?”

I stood close. Ridiculously close. So close I could smell her—vanilla and lemon—and she could probably smell me—sweat and motor oil.

“Am I going to what?”I asked, looking at her lips.

She licked them. “Listen to me.”

“Oh. Yeah. I am.” But at that moment, I was pretty sure I was going to do something else to her too.

Suddenly she stepped back. “Good,”she said, her cheeks flushed pink. “On second thought, I think I’ll wait outside. I’m a little warm, and there’s a nice breeze.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Nodding, she turned and descended the stairs so slowly, I wondered if she was dizzy. I watched her hand sliding along the wooden rail, thinking dirty thoughts.

On the landing, she pushed the door open and disappeared from view, but I still couldn’t breathe right.

What would she have done if I’d put my mouth on hers like I’d wanted to just now? Would she have kissed me back? Would she have welcomed my hands on her skin? Or would she have kneed me in the balls and told me to keep my filthy fingers to myself?

She wasn’t like any other girl I’d ever met, which was both the problem and the allure. I didn’t know how to read her.

But damn, I wanted her something fierce.

I took an ice cold shower, hoping it would help.

It didn’t.

About Melanie

Harlow Headshot Color USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like Schitt’s Creek, Homeland, and Fleabag. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the CLOVERLEIGH FARMS series, the ONE & ONLY series, AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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BLOG TOUR: Playing with Her by Erika Wilde

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Will she surrender to the intense sensual bliss Mac’s gift has to offer?

Playing with Her, an all-new not-to-be-missed, sensual romance from New York Times bestselling author Erika Wilde, is available now!

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He’s about to push her beyond all her sensual limits.

Brent “Mac” MacMillan never believed he’d settle down again with just one woman. Until Stephanie Randall turned the heated lust between them into love. Now, he can’t imagine his life, and The Players Club, without her in it.

But between their busy work schedules and planning a wedding, their “play time” has become secondary to their hectic lives. Mac is prepared to change that, and Stephanie’s birthday is the ideal night to surprise his fiancée with one of the hottest, most unforgettable gifts imaginable.

Mac’s biggest fear is pushing Stephanie’s limits too far and this unconventional gift will test every one of her inhibitions. Will she use her safe word for the first time ever, or will she surrender to the intense sensual bliss Mac’s gift has to offer?

*PLAYING WITH HER is a complete stand-alone novella for people who haven’t yet read PLAYING HIS WAY, but a sexy treat for those who want to revisit a favorite couple in The Players Club series.

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A few hours later, Stephanie looked at her reflection in the bedroom’s dresser mirror as she tried to attach the delicate clasp to the diamond choker Mac had given her for Valentine’s Day a few months back. Well, she referred to it as a choker, while Mac called it a collar for his pet. That pet being her. And she was more than okay with that since Brent MacMillan owned her heart, body, and soul.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart, and fuck me, you look stunning,” Mac said in a low, sexy growl as he came up behind her and brushed her hand away so he could affix the clasp for her.

She briefly met her fiancé’s dark, seductive gaze in the mirror before he returned his attention to securing her necklace. “Thank you, sir,” she teased, appealing to his more dominant nature, and felt a fluttering thrill in her belly when she saw the corner of his mouth curve in a wicked warning.

When she used words like sir with Mac, it usually led to all sorts of fun, hot debauchery, and it had been too many weeks since they’d indulged in more than just a standard, quick fuck. Not that she was complaining, but she missed the longer foreplay, along with Mac’s more assertive tendencies in the bedroom and the push-pull between them that always ended with her acquiescence.

Between Stephanie’s chaotic work schedule, Mac’s recent business trips out of town to sign on a high-profile client to his security firm, Noble and Associates, and her planning their upcoming wedding and reception, they’d both been distracted. Tonight, they’d promised to make time for them, and she was already anticipating the seductive evening ahead.

For her birthday celebration and their evening at The Players Club, she’d chosen a form-fitting red cocktail dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a plunging sweetheart neckline that showcased the diamonds now glittering around her throat. Mac was wearing one of his tailored black suits and a white linen shirt that made him look like sex on a stick—which he totally was, every single impressive inch of him.

Even at thirty-eight and eleven years older than her, he made keeping in shape a priority and had a lean, toned body made for sin. Everything about Mac was breathtakingly gorgeous, and she still couldn’t believe that he was all hers. Especially when he’d resisted the attraction between them for so long.

Finished securing the choker, he placed his big, warm hands on her bare shoulders and dipped his head to kiss her neck, just below her ear. She’d worn her long, blonde hair up tonight, and between the idle stroke of his fingers and the caress of his damp lips down the side of her throat, Mac didn’t hesitate to take advantage of all the smooth, exposed skin available to him.

He nuzzled her ear again, his heavy-lidded gaze meeting hers in the mirror attached to the dresser in front of them. “So, my pet wants to look owned tonight, does she?” he murmured, lightly tracing the diamonds encircling her neck that, to him, indicated his possession of her in a place like The Players Club.

She shivered, already craving his provocative touch everywhere else. “I do,” she whispered, and wasn’t surprised to feel her nipples tighten and scrape against the bodice of her dress. “It’s my birthday, so I think I’m entitled to whatever I want.” She deliberately injected just enough sass in her tone to provoke him.

It worked. Behind her, she felt his demeanor change, and a familiar excitement shot through her.

His hands dropped to her hips, holding firm as he turned her around to face him, his expression fiercely dominant. “When you wear this collar, all your entitlement and rights become mine. Or maybe you need me to remind you who’s calling the shots tonight?” He arched a dark brow.

Meet Erika Wilde

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Erika Wilde is a New York Times Bestselling author. She is best known for her super sexy Marriage Diaries series and The Players Club series, and has also co-written the Dirty Sexy Series and the Book Boyfriend Series with Carly Phillips, her best friend and writing buddy for the past twenty years. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two daughters, and when she’s not writing you can find her exploring the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For more information on her upcoming releases, please visit her website at http://www.erikawilde.com and sign up for her mailing list for updates and news!

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BLOG TOUR: Taunting Callum by Kristen Proby

A Royal enemies to lovers story that will leave you breathless!

Taunting Callum by Kristen Proby is now live!

From New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes an all new stand-alone novel in her beloved Big Sky Series!

His Royal Highness Callum Wakefield lives a carefree, luxurious life. As the King of England’s youngest son, and thus not the heir apparent, he has more freedom and less royal responsibilities. He spends his days traveling the world, indulging in the extravagance afforded by his family name. But after years of hopping from one country to the next, the place that holds the most appeal is Cunningham Falls, Montana. And the only woman on his mind is a fiery redhead with an infectious laugh.

The one who hates him.

Aspen Calhoun is the new owner of Drips & Sips. It’s taken her many years to find a place to belong, and she’s perfectly happy living a quiet life. Or she would be, if a certain prince would stop coming to town.

Aspen and Callum shared one incredible night together two years ago before he returned to his opulent life, subsequently forgetting all about her. Ego bruised and pride wounded, Aspen doesn’t know why he’s back. And she doesn’t care. She refuses to fall for his charms again.

But Callum is determined to stay in Cunningham Falls and make it up to Aspen, no matter how long it takes. Because while she was out of sight, she was most certainly not out of mind.

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 “You’re not a dream, are you?”

His lips tip up in an arrogant smile. “Well, in what context are you

referring?”

Why is his accent so damn sexy? I mean, he looks like that, and he

sounds sexy, as well? Inconceivable.

“This is the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. And trust me

when I say I’ve had some crazy encounters. What are you doing here?”

“I told you,” he says, setting the rag on the counter and walking

around to me once more. “I want to take you to dinner. Or somewhere.

I’d like to get to know you better, Aspen.”

I lick my lips. He’s so close now, I can feel the heat of him. He

would scramble the brains of any warm-blooded woman.

But I haven’t flirted with a man in years. And I certainly haven’t

entertained the idea of dating one. Or, better yet, having sex with

one. But with Callum standing mere feet away, that’s precisely what

I’m thinking.

“You surprise me,” I admit in a soft voice.

“How’s that?”

 “You cleaned those tables without batting an eye.”

 “I’ve cleaned far worse, I can assure you.” I tilt my head, watching

him. I can see his pulse in his neck.

 “You’re a prince.”

He narrows his eyes and moves in closer, not touching me but certainly

crowding. He smells like mint and sunshine.

“I’m just a man, Aspen.” His lips graze my cheek. “A man very taken

with you, I might add.”

I swallow hard. Holy shit. My breathing comes harder, and an ache sets

up shop in my very core.

I want him.

 I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man before. Not even

Greg. No one.

And if I ponder that for too long, the guilt will likely set in.

 Instead, I turn my head and brush my nose over his jawline.

I want him to touch me. I want to feel things that have been missing

from my life for years. Suddenly, I want it with this perfect

stranger.

“Aspen,” he whispers.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you don’t feel this.”

I swallow again. “I can’t.”

He growls as he plunges his hands into my hair and closes his lips

over mine in the kiss of the century. His moves are smooth and sure.

Assertive.

That’s what Callum is: confident.

But before the kiss goes any further, he backs up and stares down at

me with intense brown eyes. “I can’t do what I want to you here. All

of bloody Montana could look through those windows, and I won’t have

you caught in a scandal.”

 “Office,” I reply immediately. With his hand in mine, I lead him

through to the back of the café and my personal space there. It’s not

fancy, but it’s private.

“Brilliant,” he says as he shuts the door behind him.

Meet Kristen

Kristen Proby has published more than forty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion and Romancing Manhattan Series.

Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats.

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Blog Tour: Not My Romeo by Ilsa Madden-Mills

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Not My Romeo, the all-new swoon-worthy contemporary sports romance with heart and heat from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is available now!

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We start off with a lie on Valentine’s Day.

My blind date isn’t the studious guy I expected: he’s a drop-dead gorgeous player with sinful amber eyes. Somehow we end up at his penthouse. I blame the gin and tonic.

The next day I learn he’s Jack Hawke—bad-boy professional quarterback with a murky past. The NDA he has me sign should be a warning that he isn’t a regular person. Please. I sign it Juliet Capulet, so goodbye, famous football player with abs of steel, and good luck tracking down this small-town librarian.

But Jack keeps showing up in places I least expect him. Just when I’m sure he’s gone, he waltzes into my community theater and wins the part of Romeo to my Juliet. How’s a plain, mostly innocent girl like me supposed to resist a man like him?

Is Jack my real Romeo…or will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?

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I pull my white cat-eye glasses out of my purse and slide them on for a better look. My heart flip-flops as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Oh heck no. That can’t be him. He’s . . . he’s . . . freaking gorgeous, and I don’t mean regular handsome but like a movie star: dark hair swept off his face, the strands wavy and unruly with copper highlights, soft and silky brushing against his cheeks, and too long for a newscaster, in my opinion—but what do I know? I don’t own a television.

He lifts his arm to shove his hair back, and my eyes pop at the tightly roped muscles of his forearm and biceps straining through the fabric, the impossibly broad shoulders.

Well, would you look at that.

And this has to be him, right?

I’m in the right restaurant. He’s alone. He’s wearing a blue shirt. He has dark hair. Odds point to yes. Usually the most simple explanation is exactly what it appears. Therefore, he must be my date.

The man in question turns to look out the window, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently, and I take in his profile. Long straight nose, full dark arching eyebrows, and a sharp, bladed jawline. Sensuous lips, the lower one decadently full. Almost wicked. He’s the kind of hot that draws your eyes over and over just to make sure it’s not a mirage. I knew guys like him at NYU—sexy, athletic gym types who played a sport. And those types never gave me a second look. I’d watch them work out while I fumbled my way around one of those god-awful butterfly machines, while beautiful, tall, svelte girls who weren’t sweating fawned over them, bringing them towels, water bottles, and sexy promises.

He takes a sip of an amber liquid, long tanned fingers grasping the fragile container as his eyes rove across the room. They prowl around the restaurant, as if he’s assessing every person in sight, and I feel the sizzle of him even from twenty feet away. Prickles of awareness skate down my spine. I’m the alpha, his body language yells. Come and challenge me.

His gaze drifts right over me without stopping.

Not surprised.

I duck back into the shadows.

Dang it. My hands clench. I wanted nice and nerdy, not this . . . sexy beast!

And judging by the scowl on his face, he’s grumpy. Life’s too short to be dour, Mister. And what is he annoyed about? I am here!

And he did see a picture of me. Topher said so.

Yeah, maybe he doesn’t really want to meet you.

Maybe he’s hoping you won’t show up.

I tap my foot. I should leave. Really.

The smells of Milano’s waft around me, spicy and tantalizing, and my stomach lets out an angry howl. I move from one foot to the next. Every place to eat between here and Daisy is going to be packed. I could always hit a drive-through on the way back home—but how pathetic is a Big Mac and fries on Valentine’s Day? Plus, I’ll have my entire nosy family to answer to tomorrow. They’ve built up this blind date so much: Oooooh, Elena has a date with a weatherman. Ask him if that’s a barometer in his pocket or if he’s just glad to see you.

I give myself a mental pep talk.

Grow some balls, Elena.

Sometimes you have to go out and take what you want.

So what if he’s hot enough to suck the dew off a rose.

You are hungry. Do it for the pasta.

He is your date. Go get ’em, girl.

I gather my resolve, point my little black pumps in his direction, and start marching.

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Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.

Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4.

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.

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BLOG TOUR: The One For Me by Corinne Michaels

<!– wp:image {"align":"center"} –> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter"><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eMpThMhpBX0V- 6f0DkCfI_jUGiNlfBxTXW2QzJJ_7kElYVdgfwulNDVXufc3u0eI5blXQMH8zdfISKoxWU9JGZ_2Y w93MFvGNB-mhPisC9A4HZOGtBK0YSgIr_ZtO2PWpAzqeeZ" alt=""/></figure></div> <!– /wp:image –> <!– wp:image {"align":"center","width":442,"height":683} –> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/rnoKRmzCVniCcxwOGHx7IdxSNjXOcShuGjJTdYiUFqz ATKK5r80wcU_cDNjO3VOjis34AknU10aNisYDT_x1U6rXFAG2th2uZO0vvZ9m3X8Sw1d13dgb Bqv4iX8stVDWL04qPN2b" alt="" width="442" height="683"/></figure></div> <!– /wp:image –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><em>An all new and endearing friends-to-lovers story…</em></strong></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><em>The One for Me by </em></strong><strong><em>New York Times</em></strong><strong> bestselling author </strong><strong><em>Corinne Michaels is now live!</em></strong></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Devney Maxwell has been my best friend since we were six years old, but she has no idea I'm in love with her.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">
Even when I'm on the road playing professional baseball, she's my home–the only one I've ever known. But when I return to Sugarloaf to care for the family farm, I discover she's trying to talk herself into a life with the wrong man … and I become desperate.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">It only takes a single, perfect kiss to change everything.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">I have six months to get it right with Devney–to convince her to leave this town and turn that kiss into forever.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">I aim to do just that as I spend my days coaching her nephew's baseball team, fixing up the farm, and loving her with all I have. Finally, it seems like our relationship is secure and we'll find a way to make it work.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Then tragedy strikes … changing her life forever. She's needed here more than ever, but as for me–there's no way I can stay.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">I know she's the one for me, but I might have to let her go …</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>&nbsp;</strong>&nbsp;Download today on Amazon, Books &amp; Noble, Kobo, Apple, &amp; Google Play!</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Amazon: <a href="https://amzn.to/3gRcUwt">&nbsp;https://geni.us/TOFMAmazon</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">AppleBooks:<a href="https://geni.us/TOFMApple"&gt; https://geni.us/TOFMApple</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Barnes &amp; Noble: <a href="https://geni.us/TOFMNook">&nbsp;https://geni.us/TOFMNook</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Kobo: <a href="https://geni.us/TOFMKobo">&nbsp;https://geni.us/TOFMKobo</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Google Play: <a href="https://geni.us/TOFMGP"&gt; https://geni.us/TOFMGP</a&gt; </p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Audible: <a href="https://geni.us/TOFMAudible">https://geni.us/TOFMAudible</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center">Add to Goodreads: <a href="https://geni.us/TOFMGR">https://geni.us/TOFMGR</a></p&gt; <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:image {"align":"center","width":404,"height":404} –> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Be0p_jCa3BGPkIFSTw9f- RJNvQzPYb6E2N37xTMM_BQ_VGya22PvamRAh_HD1L52V0kc89AA3LzZDJ0rdHk- FCj5MHqVHBpHiQCFi4h_MBNexA6tti_KWGRB8mpwcLGPDjn1Fp4r" alt="" width="404" height="404"/></figure></div> <!– /wp:image –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Excerpt:</strong></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Don’t play that crap with me, Sean Arrowood. I know you better. You want the wife and kids. You always have. The issue that you have is that you’re stupid.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Stupid?”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>She nods. “Yup. S-T-U-P-I-D. And dumb.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“They mean the same thing.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“It required the extra punctuation at the end.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>God, I love the side of her that is smart-mouthed, fearless, and relaxed. She’s only this way with me. Or at least, that’s what I’d like to think.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>The last ten years have been hard on our friendship. We both went off to college, I had baseball and she was studying. We’d see each other on breaks, but after the accident that changed the trajectory of my life, I stayed in Maine, and we rarely saw each other.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>However, when I had a series in New York, Devney came. If I was in Philly, she would find a way to meet me, and I flew her down to Tampa a few times.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Now, though, I’ll be around her so much more, and I know these feelings aren’t going to go away, they’ll get stronger.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Yeah, I guess I really am stupid.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Well, I may be stupid, but at least I’m not settling.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>She sits up, slapping her hand on the couch cushion. “Settling?”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Yeah. You may love Oliver, but he doesn’t make you crazy.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Devney shifts back. “You’re making me crazy right now.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Good.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“You’re infuriating!”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>I shrug. “You love me.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“It helps that you’re hot.” Devney quickly covers her hand over her mouth. “I did not mean it that like that.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>I grin and lean toward her. “You think I’m hot?”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“I think you’re mediocre. God knows your harem of . . . whatever you call them . . . think you are.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>For so long I’ve fought against telling her anything about how I feel. How those women are faceless and mean nothing to me. It’s always her. Always a brunette who I seek out, hoping to find just a piece of something like her that I can cling to, but I never say it.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Then I wonder, maybe this is the perfect time. Oliver is going to propose. Oliver will marry her, and I won’t have a god damn thing to say about it because I will have never told her.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Plus, she’s drunk.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Maybe she won’t remember it.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>“Maybe so, but I’m not asking them. Plus, all the girls I’m attracted to look like you.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Devney laughs while shaking her head. “Well, it has to be tough kissing your best friend, right?”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>And in that moment, I know what I’m going to do. It doesn’t matter that it’s stupid or wrong. I no longer care about her boyfriend or how this moment will undoubtedly change everything between us because she will marry him when he asks. Devney won’t falter. She’ll cling to the safe, and I am not that, but I love her.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>I lean closer and her eyes study my movement. With a trembling hand, I cup her face and brush my thumb against her soft skin. Everything freezes around us as I feel the warmth emanating from her. Our breaths mingle as the distance closes. “I don’t know, but I’d like to see if it’s tough to kiss you.”</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>I wait, giving her one last chance to push me away, but instead, her tongue moves against her pink lips, which is all the invitation I need.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>I lean in, my lips touch hers, and I know my life hasn’t just changed, it’s been completely upended.</p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:paragraph {"align":"center"} –> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong>Meet Corinne</strong></p> <!– /wp:paragraph –> <!– wp:image {"align":"center","width":382,"height":573} –> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/trovtliEeblz6SmRtT6JWMFuTT0s54QvUJoWXGRuKGe xgkva5vOy_HotSb-sL576VUpJ14FYvfuss5DuvwbEJnY80mwOfo_mdjKVsb5l5qcWqB7GPbL- EoOggWkKUMxh_1lPYXYQ" alt="" width="382" height="573"/></figure></div> <!– /wp:image –> <!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Corinne Michaels is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of romance novels. 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BLOG TOUR: Vixen by Rebecca Zanetti

Vixen, an all new novella in the Dark Protectors/Rebels series by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti is available now!

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Tabi Rusko has a simple to-do list: Rob a bank, steal a recording, set up a lucrative factory, and survive the assassins on her tail. Sure, she’s a demoness with the cunning and instincts that come with her species, but she’s always spent more time exploring than training, and her fighting skills are okay at best. One sexy man, a human cop no less, is responsible for her being stuck in a small hick town and forced into a human anger-management group that’s crazier than her. To make matters worse, his dangerous blue eyes and hard body leave her breathless and ready to rumble, and his overbearing attitude is a challenge a demoness can’t refuse.

Evan O’Connell just wants to enjoy his time out of the military by policing a small town and hopefully pulling cats from trees and helping old ladies cross the street before he succumbs to the disease plaguing him. The last thing he needs is a stunning, too sexy, pain in the butt blonde casing his bank and causing a ruckus everywhere she goes. There’s something different about her that he can’t figure out, and when she offers him immortality in exchange for her freedom, he discovers that isn’t enough. One touch of her, a whirlwind beyond his imagination, and he wants the Vixen to be his forever, as soon as he takes care of the centuries old killers on her tail.

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“If you need an alibi taking that twerp out, just let me know,” Tabi whispered to Raine as she strode out of the abandoned schoolhouse after the useless anger management class. Johnny Baker was a waste of space, as far as she was concerned.

“Thanks,” Raine said, not smiling, the darkness surrounding him. The early spring breeze rustled through the night, chilly and unwelcoming. At least it wasn’t raining.

She nodded and moved down the crumbling cement sidewalk toward her car as Raine turned and jogged across the street to his silver truck. Stopping at her car, she paused, not surprised to see the detective heading her way through the night. “You really have a hard-on for me, don’t you?” she murmured.

“Yes.” Both of his eyebrows rose. “You sure have a way with words.”

She unlocked her vehicle, her body flaring to life at his honest response. “I was raised by a woman who called it like she saw it.” Sometimes the pain at losing Janet still took Tabi by surprise. Why did humans have to die? “Unless you’re going to give up my video, I suggest you head to work like your boss ordered you to do.”

Evan opened her door, his sexy scent of smoked honey wafting around. “I’ll give you the recording.”

She jolted and turned to face him directly. “What did you say?”

His blue eyes seemed darker than usual, deep with what looked like pain. “I’ll give you the recording. Come down to the station tomorrow morning for one more interview, and then I’ll take you to the bank myself.”

It was as if he knew she was going to blow town the second she got her hands on the video, even though her business was here. She bit her lip. If she got the footage, she could meet Abby at the factory and give her instructions before running. Man, she hated to run.

Evan smiled. “You’re sure thinking hard. Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on? I can protect you.”

Warmth flushed her. The man truly believed that. The only way he could come close would be if she—no. No way. She shouldn’t even think of that. Was it even possible? Did she want a mate?

“Tabitha? What’s barreling through your head?” As if unable to help himself, he reached out and smoothed a lock of hair away from her face.

Shocking electricity zapped beneath her skin.

His brows drew down. “Did you feel that?”

She nodded. “Why are you now willing to give me the recording?”

He sighed and looked across the vacant street. “I don’t like that the sheriff’s kid is in the anger-management group with you, considering you definitely injured his pride along with his body. Chances are, he’ll come after you. Since you’re planning to run, I thought to make it easy for you.” His gaze scouted the area, something he seemed to do often.

“Do you miss the service?” she asked softly, wanting to know more about him. Abby had told her that he’d served in the navy a while back.

He blinked. “Yeah.”

“Why did you leave?”

His gaze shuttered closed faster than a bank vault.

“I know you’re ill,” she said quietly.

Meet Rebecca

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Rebecca Zanetti is the author of over fifty romantic suspense and dark paranormal romances, and her books have appeared multiple times on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. The New York Times reviews has found that in her books, “humor surfaces in even the tensest moments, giving the high-stakes drama humanity and warmth.” She lives in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own Alpha hero, two kids, a couple of dogs, a crazy cat…and a huge extended family. She believes strongly in luck, karma, and working her butt off…and she thinks one of the best things about being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the crazy out.

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BLOG TOUR: You Are My Reason by Willow Winters

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You Are My Reason, the first in the epic You Are Mine duet that will evoke all the emotions by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Willow Winters is available now!

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It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at a man and wanted something more. Even longer since one has looked at me with a gaze that I couldn’t tear my eyes from.

No one is perfect, but that’s how it felt to be in his arms. I started to think everything was going to be alright. That life had finally put the pieces of my broken heart back together.

Fate may have brought us together, it’s a pretty little thought my poetic mind had. But there’s no doubt that the sins of his past would tear us apart.

This story was previously published as Imperfect in 2017. It has been revised and elevated.

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It figures it would stop downpouring the second I get in here. The bar is jam-packed as it always is, and the melody of guest chatting and glasses clinking welcome me. I can get lost in the crowds of people. I know they see me, but they don’t know me.

This bar in particular is one of my favorites. It’s always full. It’s tufted leather seats are constantly filled, and the warm rich tones of the wooden ceiling and brick walls make it feel like home somehow.

My suit looks like every other suit in this place. Well most of them. I run my fingers through my hair and shake off the rain as I shrug off my Armani jacket and toss it over the bar top at the very end.

It’s been a long day, and the last thing I need is to go home alone. As soon as my eyes lift, the bartender is on me. Patricia’s her name, I think. She’s in here every weekend.

“Whiskey?” she asks me. She never stops moving, shoveling ice into short glasses and pouring liquor like a pro. Unlike the other women in here, she’s not looking for a man with deep pockets. She doesn’t do chitchat either, which is one reason why I like sitting in this section. The other reason is that it’s out of the way where I can simply blend in and watch.

“Double,” I answer her with a nod and slip my cell phone out from my jacket pocket. I’ve only been gone from the office for two hours, but I’ve got a dozen emails waiting for my attention. A huff of a grunt leaves me as another text from Liam pops up.

You coming out tonight?

Already out, I answer him as the glass hits the polished bar top and Patricia slides it over to me.

My phone pings as I lift the glass to my lips and let the cool liquor burn all the way down and warm my chest.

Where at?

I contemplate telling him. I like Liam. A lot. If I had any friends, he’d be one of them. But I don’t trust anyone and after talking to my father today, I don’t want to be around a damn soul.

A sarcastic laugh makes me grin as I realize I’ve come to a crowded bar to be alone. It’s the truth though. In this city, you’re always surrounded; there’s never a place to hide unless it’s in plain sight.

I down the rest of the liquor and tap the heavy glass against the bartop as I consider what to tell him. And that’s when I hear it. Almost as if daring me to stay alone any longer. It’s the gentle sound of a feminine laugh. It’s genuine and it rings clear in the bar even though it’s soft.

It’s a soothing sound, a calming force in the chaos that surrounds us. As if everything is moving around me but the woman who uttered that sweet sound.

The smooth glass stays still as I look down the bar in search of her.

The rest of the crowd doesn’t seem to notice, they continue with whatever the hell they’re saying and doing, but my eyes are drawn to my left. Through the throng of people, I just barely get a glimpse of her.

Blonde hair that’s pulled back, showing off her pale skin covered in black lace.

A man at the very end leans away from the bar, digging into his back pocket for his wallet and giving me a clear view of her.

Those dark red lips attract my gaze first. She licks her bottom lip before picking up a large glass of deep red wine. The color, from this distance at least, matches her lips perfectly. She smiles at something someone must have said and her shoulders shake, making the dark liquid swirl in her glass and bringing a blush to her high cheek bones.

She tosses her hair to the side, it’s damp from the rain and her fingers tease the ends as she brings her tendrils over her shoulder, wrapping them around her finger while she sips her wine.

It’s when she looks away from whoever she’s been giving her attention to that my heart stops and my curiosity is piqued.

Without their eyes on her, her expression morphs into something else. I finally see her eyes, the lightest of blues with flecks of silver speckled throughout, and that’s when I really see her. Not just the image of what she’s portraying.

Pain is clear as day.

It’s the lie though, how fucking good she was at hiding it, that’s what really gets me. Even I was fooled.

People can hide behind a smile or a laugh, every soul in here can pretend to be something and someone they’re not.

The truth is always there though and I’m damn good at recognizing it. Your eyes can never hide two things: age and emotion. Hers speak to me in a way nothing else can.

But had I never looked just then when she thought no one was watching, she never would have shown me willingly.

She straightens her shoulders and I see her profile, her expression and the corners of my lips turn down. Not only do I know her pain; I know her name. I know everything about her.

Julia Summers.

My blood chills as she turns back to the table and the smile slips back into place on her face just as the man at the end of the bar takes a step forward, obscuring her from my vision. As if the moment of clarity and recognition was just for me in that moment. Like fate wanted me to know how close I was to her.

I keep my eyes on the bar, doing my best to listen, but her voice is silent or lost in the mix of chatter throughout the crowded place.

“Another?” Patricia’s voice sounds close, closer than she usually is. I lift my head to see her standing right in front of me, both hands on the bar and waiting.

I nod my head with my brows pinched, shaking off the mix of emotions. This city is a small place with worlds always colliding, but I’ve never seen her in person. Only in a photograph. Only that once. I’m sure it’s her though. I’ve never been this sure of anything.

The ice clinks in the glass and I watch as the liquid slips over each cube, cracking them and filling the crevices.

“You okay?” Patricia asks me. It’s odd. In the year or so since I’ve been coming here, she’s never bothered to make small talk. It’s why I don’t mind her.

I give her a tight smile as I reply, “I’m fine.” I reach her eyes and widen my smile, relaxing my posture and leaning back slightly.

She eyes me warily as she mutters, “You don’t look fine.”

It takes me a moment before I shrug it off and say, “I’m alright, just tired.”

She nods once and goes back to minding her own business, sliding me the whiskey and moving back to the other customers.

I tap my pointer finger against the glass, looking casually down the bar.

She’s hidden from view, but I know she’s there.

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In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

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BLOG TOUR: Kiss My Cupcake by Helena Hunting

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Is it possible to have her cupcake and eat it too?

Kiss My Cupcake, an all-new laugh-out-loud standalone romance filled with witty banter and white-hot sexual chemistry from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is available now!

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Blaire Calloway has planned every Instagram-worthy moment of her cupcake and cocktails shop launch down to the tiniest detail. What she didn’t plan on? Ronan Knight and his old-school sports bar next door opening on the very same day. He may be super swoony, but Blaire hasn’t spent years obsessing over buttercream and bourbon to have him ruin her chance at success.

From ax throwing (his place) to frosting contests (hers), Blaire and Ronan are constantly trying to one-up each other in a battle to win new customers. But with every clash, there’s also an undeniable chemistry. When an even bigger threat to their business comes to town, they’re forced to call a temporary time-out on their own war and work together. And the more time Blaire spends getting to know the real Ronan, the more she wonders if it’s possible to have her cupcake and eat it too.

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Excerpt

I take a bite, not as big as I originally intended, because that’s probably what she expects and I want to prolong the agony of her anticipation as much as I humanly can. I intend to tell her it’s just okay, except the moment the flavors hit my tongue I groan. Loudly. “Oh my God,”I mumble, crumbs tumbling out of my mouth and sprinkling all over the counter. Which I realize is disgusting.

But Blaire doesn’t seem to care. She grins widely, satis- faction and triumph making her face even more stunning. I consider asking what this is, but decide I don’t care enough to stop eating it. There’s coffee in the icing, but it’s not overly sweet, it’s light and buttery and decadently creamy. The cake practically melts in my mouth, hints of . . . whiskey, cocoa and vanilla and with the next bite I get a hit of creamy custard with a gentle hint of . . . almond.

Blaire doesn’t seem to notice the mess I’m making. At all. She’s sucking on her bottom lip and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her lip pops free, teeth marks still evident. “Enjoying yourself.”It’s not a question, more of an accusation.

I want to shove the rest of it in my face instead of answering, but I lift my hand to cover my mouth so I can ask a question instead of affirm what she clearly already knows. “What is it?”

A slow smirk spreads across her lips.

She doesn’t say anything right away, so I jam the rest of it in my mouth. Half of me wants to beg her for more, but I know if I do, then somehow I’ve managed to give her the upper hand. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a cupcake, and regardless of what she thinks, we’re not really competing with each other. For the YouTube thing sure, but I don’t see how she can win against me and my kickass cool bar and the axe throwing. And now the whole live bands idea and karaoke.

The cupcakes-and-cocktails theme is cute. But that’s about all it is.

I try to keep my groan in this time, but a sound of contentment slips out.

“So you like my screaming orgasms?” she asks.

Which is when I start coughing. I also try to inhale with food in my mouth and choke. And cough some more. Blaire takes a step back since I’m spraying the counter with half- chewed cupcake. It’s a travesty because I want that all in my belly and not on the counter.

“Are you okay?” she asks when I continue to cough for another solid fifteen seconds.

“Yeah.” Cough. “I just”—cough—“didn’t expect that.”

“It’s the name of the cupcake,” she informs me.

“I figured, since you didn’t scream even once.”

“I’m not a screamer.” Her eyes flare, as if she didn’t mean for that to slip out.

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Is that right?”

She spins around, but I can see her face in the mirrored wall in front of her. Her ears have gone red and she mutters something to herself, nabbing the box from the bar behind her. She rolls her shoulders back and turns to face me again. Her cheeks are the same color as her ears. She drops the box unceremoniously on the counter. “I figured you’d want more than one.”

“Yes. Definitely.” I nod.

“Multiples really are the best.” Her cheek tics, and the tips of her ears look as if they’re going to light on fire and take all her hair with it. I wonder how much product she uses to keep it looking so perfect and if it’s soft to the touch or not.

“I love multiples.” Both the giving and the receiving. I leave that part out, because I would prefer to eat the cupcakes, not wear them, and I feel like we’re suddenly treading a very fine line. Either that or we’ve already jumped right over it. I shake my head to clear it. “Uh, what do I owe you?”

“Those are on the house. Enjoy your night.”

Blaire usually happily charges me full price for my cupcake addiction. Although she does tend to toss in an extra one for good measure. I’m tempted to ask if I’m going to end up hogtied in the trunk of a car if I eat the rest of these, but I figure that might be pushing it. “I can’t imagine anyone has ever said no to free multiple screaming orgasms.”

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About Helena Hunting

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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