Friday, June 12, 2020
Tempting Series Sale...
Thursday, June 11, 2020
The Breakup Bucket List...
Today we have the release day blitz for THE BREAKUP BUCKET LIST by Cassie Cross! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
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Author: Cassie Cross
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Tuesday, June 9, 2020
The Marriage Game...
Today we are excited to share the release of THE MARRIAGE GAME by Sara Desai! This is a sexy, romantic comedy that you won't want to miss.
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Temptation...
Today we are sharing some news about TEMPTATION by Ivy Smoak! For a limited time, you can read a deleted scene from the book in Ivy's Facebook Group. Temptation is the first book in the Hunted Series.
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Coffee splashed onto my shirt as my cup fell to the ground. As I began to slip, I suddenly felt two strong hands on me, holding me steady.
"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" said a deep voice.
"I'm fine." I kept my eyes on the ground. "It wasn't hot anymore." I left off the fact that it was cold because I had been sitting in the coffee shop for half an hour acting like a crazy stalker.
His hands slowly fell off my waist. "I'm afraid I've ruined your shirt."
I looked at the brown coffee stains that showed clearly on my blue tank top. "Oh, crap, I have an 8 a.m. I don't have time to change." I wished I had worn a coat to protect myself from the cool rain instead of bringing an umbrella.
"Here," he said. He put down his satchel and lifted off his gray sweater. The white dress shirt he was wearing underneath lifted slightly as he pulled off the sweater, and I caught a glimpse of his abs. I let my eyes wander to his face. It looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine. He looked older, possibly a grad student. His hair was dark brown and wet from the rain. The way it was sticking up made it look like he had just run his hands through it. His jawbone was sharp and there were dimples in his cheeks. His eyes were a deep brown like his hair and they were staring at me intently. My heart began to beat fast. He handed me his sweater.
"That's okay. I can't take that," I laughed uneasily. "I'll be fine." I moved to the side so he could pass by me. I felt my cheeks begin to blush.
"I insist." He had a slight smile on his face. "First day of classes," he shrugged. "You'll want to make a good first impression."
I took the sweater from him. "Thank you," I said quietly. I pulled the sweater over my head. It was huge but comfortable. The scent of sweet cologne drifted off of it. It made me feel slightly dizzy. I could feel myself staring at him. "I'm sorry, I have to go, I'm going to be late." He was so handsome that I was acting even more awkward than usual.
His lips parted like he was about to say something, but then they closed again. I smiled gratefully and walked out of the coffee shop. As I made my way to my class I knew I must look ridiculous. A baggy sweater, leggings, and bright red rain boots. I must look like a child. But I was grateful. Coffee stains down the front of me would have been worse than a baggy sweater.
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Monday, June 8, 2020
Power Surge Cover Reveal...
There's more coming in Kennedy L. Mitchell's Power Play series with the release POWER SURGE on June 22nd. Check out the cover and blurb and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
About POWER SURGE
Now what?
Everything has changed, and not for the better. The not-so-perfect life I had as VP is gone, along with the team that’s been by my side each step of my political journey. Every move I make, every breath and thought, now affects millions, and the weight wears me down without Trey as a welcomed distraction.
They tell me war is coming, and I’m the one who has to stop it. But how is the question no one can answer. Past enemies lurk in the shadows while new ones hide in plain sight, stalking, watching, and waiting for the right moment to take me out. I need Trey back. I need them all by my side and ready to fight for me.
Can I undo the mess that my predecessor left in his wake, or will I break under the burden to save the world?
No pressure, right?
Power Surge is the fourth book in the five-book Power Play series and is a continuation of Randi and Trey’s epic love story. The books in this series cannot be read as standalones. All five books follow one main couple's relationship as it grows through a five-year time period. It's suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If you're a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren, then this series is for YOU!
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About KENNEDY L. MITCHELL
Kennedy lives in Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Live Like Legends Review...

“I worked at the laces cinched up the side of my gown. The knot ended in the pit of my arm, and I couldn’t reach it. I needed to call for a chambermaid to assist me.
Somehow.
The humming had stopped.
I spun, clutching my arms to my chest as though to cover myself.
Carson was on his feet and almost next to me.
Big and silent. Shadowbear.
My face went hot. I was surprised someone who couldn’t understand me could make me so self-conscious, surprised that I could feel his gaze running the length of me like it had in the barracks, on the dance floor, without looking
“I can’t reach the laces,” I muttered, still clutching myself as though protecting my modesty while fully clothed. As if I still had any modesty to protect.
But being this close to him set off a flurry of butterflies within me.
It was silly, counting his toes and failing to take off my own dress. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I didn’t want him to get to know me this way.
If only I knew what he was thinking, if his face wasn’t so impassive.
He hummed that song again and stalked closer.
Almost unconsciously, I backed away from his approach.
It was a pleasant tune, reminiscent of one I’d heard before. He reached for me, cupping my shoulders in his enormous hands and turning me. He spoke, but I didn’t need words to know what he wanted. I lifted my arm.
He attacked the laces.
He did poorly.
At least it proved a formidable adversary for us both.
With each tug of the laces, the dress grew tighter and tighter. I winced on the next pull, gasped.
Carson spat out a word, another instance where his intention seemed clear.
I laughed, filing the word away for later use, in case I wanted to shock Emmett. The monk probably didn’t intend to teach me the curse words.
I said it back to him.
Carson stopped, looking at me, shocked. After a moment, he nodded and smiled. “Yes.”
“It’s hopeless. I guess it’s never coming off.”
Carson drew his knife. He held it up, his eyes shining with mock fury, grinning. “Is one way.”
Yep. That would do it.
With a flick of his wrist, he cut the leather cord below the knot. The dress was still cinched tight enough to stay on, but now it would need repair.
He grunted and nodded with satisfaction.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m sorry.” For what? Inconveniencing him? But the words were the ones I was now most practiced with.
He grunted and nodded again.
He was very close.
It was different when there wasn’t an audience. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow.
His fingers touched my forehead, catching a loose lock of hair and brushing it back. My head followed the sweep of his hand until I finally met his eyes. I imagined that glow inside the helmet, piercing, intense. Was there no part of him that was vulnerable? Did he ever drop his guard? Even the dance was a sort of war, a competition not unlike shooting targets for Reeven peerage.
Maybe it was easier not knowing what he thought, not knowing what he wanted, just believing that he and I performed our duties, our royal and religious obligation, creating a monster-slaying child of destiny. We were two players acting out prophecy. Our thoughts and wants didn’t matter.
He lifted my wrist. “One, two.” With each number, he slid one of his fingers between two of mine. “Three, four.”
“Five,” I whispered and he closed his grip with his thumb.”
About the Author
Kate Cornell is the author of Live Like Legends published on June 1st, 2020.
She is currently writing a novel. This statement is always true. At any given time, she is writing a novel. She has contributed to After Dark with Julian Clark, TMI Hollywood and Top Story! Weekly at iO West.
She likes dogs, cats, and watching television shows about conspiracy theories.
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Thursday, June 4, 2020
Where There Be Humans Review...

I veered away from the palace and headed down a hidden path. Hedges lined either side of the walk, and statues holding lanterns stood every few feet. Tree branches hung over the path like a roof made of greenery.
My heart thudded in my chest as I approached the granite archway leading into the yard of the Gob Archives…and I gasped. The structure was built of white marble; twelve columns surrounded the whole thing, and lanterns hung from the ceiling, twinkling like stars. In front of each column sat a bench and a statue representing each of the Twelve Hag virtues: Strength, Power, Kindness, Purity, Wisdom, Stealth, Charity, Bravery, Dependability, Faith, Honor, and Loyalty.
The Goblin Hag was a goddess witch of sorts. It was said that when goblins first came to be, she’d bless them with certain virtues. She was the strongest being, but one day the darkness had tricked her, killing her and sending her soul to the stars. Goblins still prayed to her, as she supposedly would give favor to certain goblins or even punish others.
I shivered at the last thought. When I glanced back to the statues, I noticed the one wielding a sword seemed to stare right through me, as though questioning my strength and courage. My blood thrummed in my ears. Then the statue’s eyes opened, and I felt the flesh on my back burn.
Pain dropped me to my knees, the impact forcing the air from my lungs. “Oof!”
What was going on? Frantic, I searched the courtyard. When I looked at the statue again, its eyes were shut. “I must be imagining things,” I whispered.
I climbed to my feet, the skin between my shoulder blades stinging like I’d just been flogged with Kimblay’s switch. As I neared the Archives, I searched for Pudge, who was still nowhere to be found. He’d better not have bailed on me.
A rustling in the trees had me diving for cover, and then I heard the sound of groans coming from above.
“Ivy, is that you?”
“Pudge?” There he was, hanging from the tree, by a net. “How in the witch’s tit did you manage this?”
“The King’s Council has this place guarded by booby traps. I stepped into one.”
They’d definitely caught a booby, all right. “Well, hang on while I cut you down,” I said.
“I can’t exactly go anywhere,” he snorted. “And they call you the smart one.”
My eyes narrowed. “It sounds like you’re asking me to leave you up there.”
“Sorry.” Pudge squirmed like a fish caught on a line. “Can you please just get me down before someone sees me?”
Once I made my way over to the tree, I searched for the rope, which was tied on a low-hanging branch. I unsheathed my dagger and cut it. Pudge fell to the ground with a thud and a yelp.
“Ow, could’ve been more careful—there are rocks down here.” He attempted to untangle himself from the net.
In the distance, I heard voices. We were going to get caught. I rushed over and tugged Pudge behind the bushes, where he fell in a heap, bringing me with him. “I can’t get this net off.”
“Quiet,” I hissed from on top of him, pointing to a guard making his rounds.
I covered his mouth with my hand, while I cut through the netting with the other, trying hard to ignore the increase of my pulse as our bodies pressed together.
Pudge stared at me, his gaze holding mine. His arm slinked around my waist, pulling me closer to keep me from being seen. His warm breath tickled my cheek as my head nestled down into the crook of his neck.
I shifted slightly, my lips accidentally brushing his skin. Oh, Hag, we were so close. I heard the sharp intake of his breath.
“Ivy, uh, you might not want to do that here. We’re friends, but even I’m not fully immune…” He grinned at me.
Blushing, I swatted his arm, pressing him further into the ground. “Shh…”
“Did you hear something?” one of the guards said.
The Cowboy's Claim...
Today we have the blog tour of THE COWBOY’S CLAIMS by Nina Crespo! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: The Cowboy’s Claims
Author: Nina Crespo
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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The woman glanced up at Tristan while gingerly scraping the sole of her boot on the ground. “Is this stuff literally everywhere—even in the main areas?”
Yards behind her, two grooms wearing blue short-sleeved pullovers and jeans rode horses with black manes and mahogany coats at a steady trot.
“Move out of the way.” Tristan picked up the pace and closed the distance.
“You don’t have to ye—” She did a double take at the oncoming horses and froze. Annoyance quickly faded from her eyes along with the color from her smooth brown cheeks.
He grabbed hold of her arm and ushered her to the side of the path. As the bays went past, she turned toward him and squeezed her eyes shut.
Her barely detectable tremors vibrated into him. Was she afraid of the horses? On a reflex, he lightly grasped her arms and put himself between her and the bays.
The sweet lemon fragrance wafting from her skin was like a welcome cool breeze. It roused memories of lazy summer afternoons, lying in his hammock in the shade with a cold drink in his hand, lost in the perfection of nothing on his mind. He hadn’t enjoyed an afternoon like that in a long time.
“Thanks.” Her soft exhale rushed over his throat spreading goose bumps over him. She tilted up her head and her long lashes rose.
His heart tripped. Mace had gotten it only partially right. She was more than just cute.


