Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Bishop's Queen...

We are so excited to be bringing you the release of BISHOP'S QUEEN, the second book in Katie Reus's Endgame Trilogy. If you love all things romantic suspense, be sure to grab your copy today!


Return to the Endgame trilogy where blood is thick, but passion is thicker…

He doesn’t believe in fairy-tale endings…

They used to call Evan Bishop the golden boy. He had it all and was about to close the business deal of a lifetime, then marry the woman of his dreams. But everything goes to hell when a faceless enemy wants to destroy his family’s empire and see him dead. Except the bomb meant to kill him fails. He wakes up from a coma to find his face scarred and his brother missing and wanted for murder. Now that he’s damaged, he hides away from the world—including the woman he loves. He refuses to be a burden to her, so even though it destroys him, he sets her free.

She’s about to prove him wrong

Isla MacDonald isn’t walking away from Evan just because he’s decided to shut her out of his life. He blames himself for the bombing that got her father killed and nearly killed him—but he’s wrong. After all attempts to see him fail, with a broken heart she tries to resume her life and take over her father’s firm. Though it’s not her dream, she wants to honor his legacy. But when someone tries to kill her—twice—she needs a bodyguard. To her surprise Evan steps up and insists on protecting her, putting on a show as the caring fiancĂ©. But he won’t let her back into his life or into his heart. To have any chance at a future together, they’ll have to resurrect the past and stay alive long enough to expose the man determined to see them both dead.


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Katie Reus is the New York Times, USA Today, and IndieReader bestselling author of the Red Stone Security series, the Moon Shifter series and the Deadly Ops series. She fell in love with romance at a young age thanks to books she pilfered from her mom’s stash. Years later she loves reading romance almost as much as she loves writing it.

However, she didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. After changing majors many times, she finally graduated summa cum laude with a degree in psychology. Not long after that she discovered a new love. Writing. She now spends her days writing dark paranormal romance and sexy romantic suspense. Her book Avenger’s Heat recently won the Georgia RWA Maggie Award for Excellence in the fantasy/paranormal category.


Today we are celebrating the release of FAMOUS by Marie Force. This is the highly-anticipated conclusion to the bestselling Quantum series.  Check out some teasers for the book below.


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FAMOUS by Marie Force

Available Now  |   Quantum Series, #8


I thought I’d finally met the man of my dreams...

I’ve planned this night for weeks, down to the last detail. I want it to be perfect. Bringing someone new into my private life is not something I do lightly, having learned the hard way over the years that celebrity has a dark downside that I go out of my way to avoid whenever possible.

But he is different. We’ve been together for months and the time is right to take this next step with him.

It doesn’t take long for me to realize I’ve made a huge mistake trusting this man.

Before things go from bad to worse, I have the presence of mind to know I’m in big, big trouble.

Marlowe Sloane’s story, FAMOUS, is the thrilling conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Quantum Series.


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Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, romantic suspense, historical romance and erotic romance. Her series include the indie-published Gansett Island, Treading Water, Butler, Vermont and Quantum Series as well as the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books.

Her books have sold more than 9 million copies worldwide, have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list 30 times. She is also a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller, a Speigel bestseller in Germany, a frequent speaker and publishing workshop presenter.
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.


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Monday, October 21, 2019

His Royal Highness Cover Reveal...

R.S. Grey's next romantic comedy, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, releases November 14th! See the gorgeous cover below and find out more about HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS!

About HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS (available November 14th)

I’ve spent eight years wishing I’d fall out of love with Derek Knightley. Blowing out birthday candles, chasing after shooting stars, making it rain spare change into mall fountains—every time it’s the same wish: forget about Derek.
But the day he walks back into my life, I realize there are two things time has yet to soften: my feelings for him and his chiseled jawline.
It’s infuriating that my heart still races when he walks into a room. I refuse to fall prey to old unrequited love, so I decide the less I’m around him, the better. Avoidance is key.
Unfortunately, Derek isn’t going to make it easy. As a teenager, I would have crawled on my hands and knees to attract his attention. Now I can’t seem to escape it.
I’m not sure why he’s bothering. He’s not just out of my league—he’s out of my tax bracket. As the sole heir to the Knightley Company, he’s as close to American royalty as you can get. As for me, I’m just a part-time princess at Knightley’s flagship magical theme park.
I spend my days playing make-believe, but Derek has no use for fairytales. His unwavering confidence makes it clear he thinks I’ll surrender in the end.
He’s just biding his time.
Making me sweat.
His Royal Highness always gets what he wants.
And he wants me.

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS releases November 14th - you'll be able to preorder your copy for .99c a few days before release!

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About R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com

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The Highland Outlaw...

Today we have the release blitz of The Highland Outlaw by Heather McCollum! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: The Highland Outlaw

Author: Heather McCollum

Genre: Historical Romance


About The Highland Outlaw:

Shaw Sinclair, chief of the outcast clan of Sinclairs of Caithness in northern Scotland, has made a deal with the devil. Despite his strength and lethal skills, he needs help—specifically from a woman—to accomplish his mission to bring a bairn to safety to the coast. When he meets the brave and beautiful Alana Campbell at a Samhain Festival, he decides she's the one. Alana Campbell is ready to show the world she's just as skillful with a sgian dubh as any man. Attracting the attention of the brawny chief who coerces her to join him on his journey to the coast of Scotland gives her that very opportunity. Sparks flash between them as they're forced to act as husband and wife to accomplish the deadly mission. However, when secrets threaten to tear them apart, they have to decide if their differences outweigh the reality of their feelings...

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“Just give us the child, and we might let you live.”

“She is my babe,” Alana lied. “I will never give her away to English devils bent on killing innocent children.”

“It is not your babe, and it is not innocent,” the soldier who seemed to be in charge yelled back up. “Drop it to the ground, and we will let you stay in your tree.”

“How can a babe not be innocent?” she yelled, her eyes wide, fingers squeezing the dagger as she slowly stretched her throwing arm behind her. “A newborn babe is the most innocent creature alive.”

“She is a bloody Catholic,” the soldier yelled back, spitting on the ground as if the word had tainted his mouth.

There were two muskets. One of them seemed wet from fording the river. The other was dry as if the soldier had been clever and strong enough to hold it over his head as he crossed. He pointed the barrel at her, and Alana’s haphazard thoughts came together to focus onto one spot, the man’s forehead. With a full breath, she inched back her arm and put all her fear and anger into the forward flick of her wrist as she whipped the blade around to sail through the air.

Thwack! Bang!

The gun discharged as the sgian dubh lodged through the soldier’s skull right between his eyebrows. Alana felt the burn of the musket bullet skim like a trail of fire across her temple and screamed, pulling back behind the tree. She reached up to her head where blood, warm and red, trickled down like a macabre, soaking rain. A scream, born of panic, flew up her throat and cut through the cold air as she stared at the red smeared across her hand.


Shaw was in mid-leap over a bramble when the musket fired up at Alana. Her scream tore through him, his arms pumping at his sides as he ran toward her, his sword clutched and thirsty for more English blood. He watched as one soldier slumped forward, face smacking into the leaves and roots of the large maple that the clever lass must have climbed. A second soldier held his musket up at the tree but then threw it down when it wouldn’t fire, racing to grab up the musket of his fallen man.

Alana screamed again, a long, fear-filled yell that tore through Shaw. He wouldn’t let her die in such panic. Nay! He wouldn’t let her die at all.

He hurtled over another bramble as the second man quickly reloaded the matchlock musket that had just fired. The soldier was well trained and raised the gun toward Alana, whom Shaw could see hiding behind the trunk up over the man’s head.

Deamhan Die!” Shaw yelled, his roar making the third soldier turn toward him, sword out.

Alana screamed again, as if she had just refilled her lungs with air, the sound shattering through the trees around them like lightning striking Shaw’s entire body. But the soldier with the sword blocked Shaw’s path to the one with the musket. He met the man’s blade with his own just as the large hound pushed off the trunk of the tree, charging directly toward the soldier holding the gun. His bark changed into a ferocious growl.

Shaw swung at the English soldier before him, his daily training giving him the advantage. It was as if Shaw knew where the man would strike before he swung, easily blocking his advance. His focus slid behind his opponent to the massive dog who had leapt directly onto the soldier with the gun. The man screamed, the dog’s jaw locked around his arm as he yanked the man completely off his feet, whipping him around in the leaves with incredible strength.

The soldier fighting Shaw sneered as he came in close, their swords crossed. “The babe will die either today or on another, but God willing, it will die along with all the blasphemous Catholics.”

“Well, God and I had a talk this morn,” Shaw said, his words seething, “and He decided that ye will die today instead.”

About Heather McCollum:

Heather McCollum is an award-winning, historical romance writer. She currently has twenty published novels and is an Amazon Best Selling author. She is a 2015 Readers’ Choice winner and a member of Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.

The ancient magic and lush beauty of Great Britain entranced Ms. McCollum’s heart and imagination when she visited there years ago. The country’s history and landscape have been a backdrop for her writing ever since.

When she is not creating vivid characters and settings, she spends her time educating women on the symptoms of Ovarian Cancer. She has recently slayed the cancer beast and resides with her very own Highland hero and three spirited children in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

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Dark N Deadly...

Today we have the release blitz of Dark ‘N Deadly by Tee O’Fallon! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!


Author: Tee O’Fallon

Genre: Contemporary Romance


About Dark ‘N Deadly:

They’d never so much as kissed, but Tess McTavish never forgot the handsome, dangerous agent, Eric Miller, who vanished in a shroud of mystery. Now the last thing she needs is an ATF agent with his own agenda. Doesn’t matter that Tess and her brother are innocent. If Eric learns the truth of their past, they’ll never be free.

Eric’s drive for revenge against the man who targeted him and his colleagues in a deadly explosion still burns hot inside him. Another bomb is about to be detonated and he’s sure there’s a connection between that man…and Tess’s family. But Eric and Tiger will do everything they can to protect the woman he’s falling for from what’s coming...

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With each clash of their hips, his gaze was drawn to Tess’s khaki shorts, and the sleekest, smoothest, prettiest sun-kissed legs he’d ever seen. A snug green tank top that he guessed would match her eyes perfectly, contrasted with the orange, red, and yellow scarf drawn through her belt loops. As she danced and swayed, sunlight pouring through the window glinted off the purple polish on her toes and fingers, and the long, beaded earrings.

Slurping drew his attention to the kitchen floor by the cooktop. Tiger eagerly licked up what looked like a mixture of scrambled eggs and melted cheddar that had fallen onto his once-clean floor. He opened his mouth, about to say something along the lines of what the hell? but stopped, and instead, crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb.

“Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good,” they shouted so loudly he cringed, although in reality they were pretty good at holding a tune, and he was… What?


They were having fun, something he and his sister had never been able to do as kids. There’d never been music or laughter in his family’s kitchen. If he and Maggie had ever been caught doing the Karaoke-thing, they would have gotten their asses paddled so hard they wouldn’t have been able to sit for a week.

Excited by all the noise, Tiger barked, insinuating himself between Tess’s and Jesse’s legs. She turned to give the dog a pat on his head when she caught sight of Eric. Her eyes went wide, confirming his thoughts on the color of her shirt, then she grabbed the phone and turned off the music.

Jesse ruffled Tiger’s ears, which his dog seemed to love, judging by the way he leaned into the kid’s hand and groaned.

“I’m sorry. I hope we didn’t—” Tess gasped.

“Holy shit, dude,” Jesse whispered.

Eric pushed from the door with one singular thought singing in his head: caffeine, then reached for the clean mug she’d set on the counter and poured a cup. Tilting the mug, he downed half of it before coming up for air. When he turned, Tess and Jesse were staring at him. More specifically, at his chest.

While he’d been drowning in caffeine, Tess had come closer and now stood only inches away. She smelled like the honeysuckle shampoo his sister had left behind in the guest bathroom.

With her mouth half-open, she touched her fingers to his left pec, grazing one of his scars. Her fingers were warm and gentle, and his pectoral muscle twitched as if it had a life of its own. She dropped her hand, her green eyes soft and brimming with compassion.

Compassion he didn’t want, but it was his own damn fault for waltzing down here without putting on a shirt. Something else he’d have to get in the habit of doing.

“My god, Eric.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “What happened to you? How did you get all those scars?”

“Dude, you look like you got peppered with shrapnel, and that one on your back…” Jesse whistled. “That musta hurt like a bitch.”

It had. Not nearly as much as losing his friends.

The scars all over his torso weren’t raised and red anymore, and they were gradually fading, day by day. The pain of losing his friends, however, would always be there. Along with the survivor’s guilt that shadowed him every day of his life.

About Tee O’Fallon:

Tee O'Fallon is the author of the Federal K-9 Series and the NYPD Blue & Gold Series. Tee has been a federal agent for twenty-three years and is now a police investigator, giving her hands-on experience in the field of law enforcement that she combines with her love of romantic suspense. Tee's job affords her the unique opportunity to work with the heroic men and women in law enforcement on a daily basis. When not writing, Tee enjoys cooking, gardening, chocolate, lychee martinis, and all creatures canine. Tee loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website http://teeofallon.com where you can also sign up for Tee’s newsletters.

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Most Ardently...

Today we have the release day blitz of Susan Mesler-Evans Most Ardently! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Most Ardently

Author: Susan Mesler-Evans

Genre: Contemporary Romance


About Most Ardently:

Elisa Benitez is proud of who she is, from her bitingly sarcastic remarks, to her love of both pretty boys and pretty girls. If someone doesn’t like her, that’s their problem, and Elisa couldn’t care less. Particularly if that person is Darcy Fitzgerald, a snobby, socially awkward heiress with an attitude problem and more money than she knows what to do with.

From the moment they meet, Elisa and Darcy are at each other’s throats -- which is a bit unfortunate, since Darcy’s best friend is dating Elisa’s sister. It quickly becomes clear that fate intends to throw the two of them together, whether they like it or not. As hers and Darcy’s lives become more and more entwined, Elisa’s once-dull world quickly spirals into chaos in this story of pride, prejudice, and finding love with the people you least expect.

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Charlene had gotten stuck dancing with Colin again. Well, maybe “stuck” was the wrong word. He’d been very polite about asking, and he was actually a pretty good dancer. And they’d been right next to a speaker, so the music was able to drown most of his latest speech out.

She had ducked into the bathroom, and was about to leave her stall to wash her hands when the door opened again, and three sets of feet walked in. They all stopped at the mirror, doing their makeup. And gossiping.

“I can’t believe Bobby has been talking to her all night,” a familiar voice said. It was either Cora or Louise, but Charlene had no idea how to tell them apart. “It isn’t her birthday.”

“I know. And she’s not even as pretty as his last girlfriend,” the other twin said. “And her family.”

“God, I know. I’m embarrassed for them. Even the one that’s not actually related to them.”

“The middle sister is so boring. And ugly.”

Charlene felt her chest tighten on Maria’s behalf.

Option 1: Burst out of the door and scream at them both for being judgmental brats, and probably prove their point.

Option 2: Stand here and do nothing.

Ugh. This is bullshit.

“And the youngest… God, what a train wreck, am I right?”

Both twins laughed.

“She’s a teen pregnancy waiting to happen. I hope Bobby gets over Julia or whoever soon. Then he can go back to girls actually worth his time, right, Darcy?”

That explained who the third girl was.

“I don’t do gossip,” Darcy said.

“Oh, come on, we’re alone.” Charlene barely repressed a snort. “You can be honest.”

“Yeah, didn’t you get stuck dancing with the fat one?” the other twin asked.

“Her name is Elisa,” Darcy said, voice suddenly sharp. “And I wasn’t stuck. I could’ve said, no.”

“We saw her screaming at you earlier.”

            Oh, Elisa, what did you do now?

“She wasn’t screaming. It was just a disagreement. Very mature.”

“She looked really pissed off.” There was a pause. “What are you thinking about? You have that look on your face.”

It was a moment before Darcy answered. “Not much. Just the… joys of a spirited girl and a pair of fine eyes.”

One of the twins snorted. “Man, you’re weird. Who talks like that?”

“I knew getting her that word-a-day calendar was a bad idea,” the other said. “Come on, Cora, let’s go dance. I think they’re back to good music.”

Cora and Louise left, and Darcy was quick to follow. Finally free, Charlene popped out of the stall, and washed up as quickly as possible so she could find her friend. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d overheard. She had a bad vibe from Cora and Louise right from the start, but she’d tried not to judge too much. (Leave that to Elisa.) But it looked like in this case, her first impression had been correct. Darcy, however, had been a surprise. Not only did she not participate in the Benitez family trash-talking, she’d even kind of stood up for them. Well, for one of them.

And Charlene was willing to bet all the money she had that she knew exactly who that spirited girl was, and who those fine eyes belonged to.

She paused, going back-and-forth in her head. She’d never meddled in Elisa’s love life before, but that was mostly because she had no love life to speak of. Her first instinct was to let her know she had an admirer – but given that the admirer wasn’t her favorite person, was that really wise?

But they did have a lot in common.

Those two dating would be kind of amazing. Or it could lead to the end of all human civilization.


About Susan Mesler-Evans:

Susan Mesler-Evans is a writer, college student, D&D enthusiast, theatre nerd, and horrific procrastinator. Born and raised in Columbus, Ohio, Susan now lives in Florida, and can often be found reading, scrolling through Tumblr until 2 AM, overanalyzing her favorite fictional characters and relationships, bingewatching comedies on Netflix, thinking about writing, and even, on occasion, actually writing. Most Ardently is her first full-length novel. You can find her at susanmeslerevanswrites.com.

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Sunday, October 20, 2019

Amber Sky...

We are so excited to be sharing the release of AMBER SKY, a new haunting and atmospheric love story from New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo. Be sure to grab your copy today!


From New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo comes a new stand-alone novel Amber Sky, the haunting, atmospheric love story of Walker Ainsley and Cassidy O'Connor.
A devastating car crash leaves Cassidy O'Connor stranded in rural Pennsylvania. Her only company is Walker Ainsley, the ruggedly handsome man who saved her from the wreckage and took her into his home. But when her ride back to town arrives after the crash, Cassidy can’t bring herself to leave Walker behind. She is determined to convince him to go back to town with her, until she begins to wonder if she actually survived the crash that brought them together.

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New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book.

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Friday, October 18, 2019

See Me Excerpt Reveal...

Today we have the excerpt reveal of See Me by Michele Arris! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: See Me

Author: Michele Arris

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Blitz: October 30th


About See Me:

When a ruthless casino developer threatens everything she holds dear, bakery store owner Kennedi Chase cooks up an unconventional plan to protect her family legacy. She may despise Trenton Shaw’s plans, but why does he have to be so wickedly charming and sexy?

A brutal divorce has left developer Trenton Shaw with a bitter taste towards women and little patience for anything that disrupts his goals. The new parking garage on the Washington D.C. Wharf is essential to his casino. No little cake baker is going to get in his way, no matter how gorgeous, tenacious, or tempting he might find her kisses.

There’s no denying the sizzling hot attraction as professional entanglements become highly personal. But when Trenton confronts Kennedi with a secret that could destroy her family, she’s forced into a desperate choice. How can she make him see his ambitions could destroy her dreams?  Can she teach him to see that sometimes the best way to win is to surrender?

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“Trent, I—”

“What can I do to persuade you to tell me your name?” he cut in. “Perhaps we could discuss it more over dinner. For now, I’d settle for a dance. I like this song.”

“I don’t—”

“You don’t dance?”

“Yes, but,” she looked around, “no one’s dancing.”

“It’s just a dance…unless you need to get your boyfriend’s permission.” He delivered a playful wiggle of dark eyebrows.

“Is that your way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?”


Boyfriend? What’s that? Twenty-eight and no prospects. Who has time for a relationship? “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Good to know.” His impish grin stretched wide. “One dance won’t hurt anything. And you look much too beautiful in that dress to not stand center stage.”

Without waiting for a reply, he took her glass and set it along with his on the table, then rested a palm at the low vee of the dress at her exposed spine, the tips of his fingers stealing a graze of her skin as he led her just to the edge of the dance floor. Large, formidable hands fitted easily to the curves of her hips and drew her in close. With her black beaded purse pressed against his back in one hand, she planted the other firmly on his shoulder, setting and dictating the distance between them.

Kennedi took a look around. “Trust me, this outfit offers no obscurity. I think I’m the only one here in red.”

“You’ve made it my new favorite color.”

She hooded her gaze just a touch and gave a slight, probing push. “Is this the charming side of you, Trent?”

“Is it working?” He coaxed her in a bit more, their hips making contact as the melodious tempo of Jai Wolf’s “Like It’s Over” had them falling into a natural rhythm.

Soon, others joined them, filling up the narrow parquet hardwood floor.

“To think I almost didn’t show tonight. I would’ve missed out on something wonderful.”

Kennedi regarded his smooth-shaven features and on up to eyes that appeared more gray than blue when the glimmer of chandelier crystals caught hold. “And what might that be?”

“Cantaloupe-bacon cuisine.” He smiled a wickedly beautiful smile, that amplified his easy good looks.

Laughter broke from her that couldn’t be contained as realization hit full force: she’d have to come up with another plan. “I tell you what, if you guess the first letter in my name, I’ll tell you what it is…but you can’t just trail down the alphabet.”

“Okay. G for Ginger.”

She drew back, brow raised. “You think I look like a Ginger?”

“Hmm, you’re right. Not Ginger. More like C for Candy?” He laughed with eyes dipping to her breasts. “Just kidding.”

“Real funny.” She grinned back at his cheerful expression and was quite surprised by jaunty demeanor as he lightly slipped a caressing hand up and down her bare back while trying out a few more names that didn’t stick.

About the Author:

Michele Arris is an award-winning author whose debut book, Devil’s Deal, won the 2015 Romance Writers of America, Golden Heart award in the Erotic Romance category. She has always had a fondness for romance and happy endings. Even when she’s not seated in front of her computer, shaping bad-ass alpha heroes who meet their match in strong, hardworking heroines, she’s plotting scenes in her head. She lives in the Washington D.C. area. Get to know more about Michele by visiting her website at michelearris.com. Find her also on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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The Edge of Reason Teaser Reveal...

Today we have the excerpt reveal of THE EDGE OF REASON by J. Saman! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!


Author: J. Saman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Blitz: November 5th


About The Edge of Reason:  

I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now…

Rule one: Don’t have sex with someone you work with.
Rule two: Don’t have sex with your friend’s ex-boyfriend.
Rule three: Don’t have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend.
Rule four: Don’t ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend.

I guess it’s safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.

Doctor Andrew Albright. Sexy, arrogant, insanely gorgeous, and eternally off-limits.
Not only is he still in love with my friend, his ex, but he’s my rock. My perfect best friend.
The one person I cannot lose under any circumstances.
Especially when my life has a habit of falling apart on a regular basis.

But one mercy kiss later, to save me from an awkward situation, and suddenly everything changes. He flirts relentlessly. Corners me in dark hallways. Throws me panty-melting stares that render me helpless.
I crossed the uncrossable line. Broke every damn rule.
Now our perfect friendship is falling apart.

And he’s doing everything he can to keep it that way…

THE EDGE OF REASON is a funny, sexy, and emotional best friends to lovers, STANDALONE romance.

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I watch Margot stir on the sleep sofa in my office, which she affectionately refers to as her bedroom. In a way, I guess it is. I don’t do a whole lot of work in here and other than housing a desk and my laptop, it’s not much of an office. I shouldn’t be standing here. I shouldn’t be hovering on the precipice of the French doors, sipping coffee and watching my friend sleep.

First, it’s fucking creepy. I know that.

Second, it’s wrong. She’s not mine to watch.

Last night at Jonah’s party, I lost control. I became a jealous, mindless fool. I watched as Margot laughed and smiled and flirted with that Rex asshole. I tried to give her space. I tried to continue to maintain the friends-only boundaries she created between us all week. I was all for it after running from her apartment last week.

But the shots threw me.

I assumed she’d flirt. Margot does that, whether she’s conscious of it or not. But I hadn’t anticipated the shots. Especially after I made the point to give her the glass of wine. Margot wolfing down shots used to equal meaningless one-night stands with awful random men. That was her standard. How she operated.

And it sent me into a fucking panic.

It’s one thing if she’s not yet ready to push past our friends-only zone. It’s another if she takes a guy like Rex home when she could have me. Maybe that makes me selfish. Maybe that makes me a cock-blocking dick. Either way, I don’t care enough to stop. I was protecting her as far as I’m concerned. That guy wasn’t nearly good enough for her. He doesn’t know her. Doesn’t know what she needs. How her mind works.

What makes her smile…like she is now. Busted.

“How long have you been watching me sleep, pervy mc-pervster?”

“I wasn’t watching you sleep,” I lie. “I was bringing you coffee.”

“You mean the one you’ve been drinking?”

“I had to make sure it wasn’t too hot.”

She laughs, shifting on the bed, stretching out like a cat as she opens her eyes. The morning sun shines in through the window and across her face. Her dark hair is wild and sexy, her cheeks still stained pink, her thin tee riding high up her smooth stomach as her arms reach above her head. My heart stops dead in my chest, and I have to look away before I climb on top of her and enter her body without a second thought.

Sitting up, she draws her knees up to her chest, and I can finally take a breath again. She makes grabby hands towards my mug, and I slowly enter the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing it to her.

“Perfect temperature,” she teases after taking a sip.

I grin, running a hand across my stubbled jaw. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah. I always do when I’m here.”

“But not so much at home?” I push because it sounded like there was something else to that.

“No. I do. But I…,” she trails off, glancing toward the thin shade covering the window. “I guess I just sleep better knowing you’re here.”

Christ, does she have to say things like that? It’s not only sexy and provocative, but it makes the man in me who wants to protect her endlessly pound his goddamn chest like a mindless barbarian.

“What about you? You don’t look like you got a lot of sleep.”

I chuckle. “Thanks. Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?”

She smiles as she takes another sip of my coffee, her eyes locked on mine. “You always look good. I know you know that. I was talking about these.” Her warm fingertips glide along the purple bruises beneath my eyes.

“I have a lot on my mind lately,” I admit.

I’ve been hovering on the edge with her for a few weeks now. Stuck in the purgatory between friends and more. I know what I want, and I know what she wants, so yeah, we’re stuck. Doesn’t make for the most restful sleep.

“Would you relax if you were on an island?”

“What?” I laugh the word.

“Is there a place where your mind isn’t always running incessantly. Where you could shut it off.”

“Maybe Everest,” I tease.

She rolls her eyes. “Because you’ll have reached the top of the world. How clever. I’m being serious.”

“I know. And I’ll let you know when I find that place.”

“Nothing is ever complete, Drew. There is always something else you’re going to want to accomplish. You need to find a calm place otherwise you’ll drive yourself insane.”

I lay back on her bed, my hands intertwined behind my head, my elbows butterflied out. I stare up at the ceiling and let out a silent breath.

“I have that with you,” I whisper, slightly afraid of the result of that truth, but it’s there and I won’t take it back.

She’s home. She’s always been home.

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J. Saman loves all types of novels, but finds herself always going back to writing/reading romances. She's addicted to Diet Coke and sour candy, and swears way too much. She's an admitted lover of picking at old wounds, second chance romances, love triangles and the perfect amount of angst . She writes smart, strong women and sexy alpha (slightly nerdy) men who have a softer side.

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