Release Blast for Once Burned by Lisa B. Kamps



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Lisa B. Kamps

Released March 21st, 2016

Michaela Donaldson had her whole

life planned out: college, music, and a happy-ever-after with her first true

love. One reckless night changed all that, setting Michaela on a new path. Gone

are her dreams of pursuing music in college, replaced by what she thinks is a

more rewarding life. She’s a firefighter now, getting down and dirty while

doing her job. So what if she’s a little rough around the edges, a little too

careless, a little too detached? She’s happy, living life on her own

terms–until Nicky Lansing shows back up.

Nick Lansing was the stereotypical leather-clad bad boy, needing nothing but

his fast car, his guitar, his never-ending partying, and his long-time

girlfriend–until one bad decision changed the course of two lives forever.

He’s on the straight-and-narrow now, living life as a respected teacher and

doing his best to be a positive role model. Yes, he still has his music. But

gone are his days of partying. And gone is the one girl who always held his

heart. Or is she?

One freak accident brings these two opposites back together. Is ten years long

enough to heal the physical and emotional wounds from the past? Can they

reconcile who they were with who they’ve become–or will it be a case of Once

Burned is enough?


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Lisa B.

Kamps is the author of the best-selling series The

Baltimore Banners, featuring “hard-hitting, heart-melting hockey

players” (USA Today), on and off the ice. ONCE BURNED is the launch title

of her much-anticipated new series, Firehouse Fourteen, featuring hot and

heroic firefighters.

Lisa grew up with an overactive imagination, strong encouragement from her

parents, and an insatiable infatuation with the Peanuts gang. That

infatuation—along with an impatience she has yet to outgrow—jump-started her

love of writing. After all, why should she be forced to wait a whole week to

read the stories of her favorite characters when she could create stories for

them whenever she wanted?

That love of writing continued to grow, along with all those voices in her

head, even during her assorted careers: first as a firefighter with the

Baltimore County Fire Department, then a very brief (and not very successful)

stint at bartending in east Baltimore, and finally as the Director of Retail

Operations for a busy Civil War non-profit.

Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons, one very

spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle,

and entirely too many chickens to count.


Release Blast for Broken Politics by Janae Keyes



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“I didn’t quite understand any of

this. I wasn’t a fan of his. I despised his administration and everything it

stood for, but yet I wanted him in the worst way.”

Kayla is stuck in a rut writing puff pieces for a magazine that she doesn’t

even like and is far from being a political reporter for a publication with

actual substance. Until then she writes a political blog that blasts the

current administration and their policies. She can feel her big break coming

soon when she gets the chance to do a piece on the President.

President Matthew Von Hansen is the youngest president to date and the first

single president in the last 130 years. He’s found himself in the seat of power,

but with no real power. He wants to make a difference, but that can be hard

when being forced to stay within party lines. Matthew is everything that Kayla

despises about Washington or so she originally thinks. Sparks fly and love is

on the horizon, but can these two find their way around broken politics?




The door to the other room opened and Victor walked out with Matthew behind him. Victor didn’t even acknowledge me before he left the residence. I looked at Matthew who stood there looking pleased with himself. I knew what he’d just done and it pissed me off. I then stood.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked me at once.

“Yeah I’m leaving.” I said as I picked up my bag.

“Seriously because I just vetoed that bill?” he questioned.

“Exactly you are an asshole.” I spat at him. I wasn’t going to hold my emotions back. He then laughed out loud. I walked to him and pointed my finger in his face. “You know that you just crushed so many hopes and dreams.”

“I did, but they will thank me in the end when this bill is rewritten, but for now it’s been denied.” He said in an overly confident tone.

“God you are just impossible.” I said before I turned around, but he quickly grabbed my arm and spun me to him. His face was right in front of mine. No more than a centimeter kept us apart. I could feel his warm breath on my face and his lips right there.

“But the fact that I’m impossible makes you like me more, admit it.” He said in barely a whisper his lips brushing against mine. I didn’t want to say anything.

“Not admitting anything.” I hissed feeling his hand let go of my arm, but instantly now on my waist. He slowly pulled my body just closer with his hand firmly on my waist.

“I’ve been trying to keep my distance from you. You piss me off, but I can’t help, but like it.” He said. I bit my lip slightly. He smirked at me. I took a shallow breath and before I could finish letting my breath go he crushed his lips to mine.


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active toddler she is working on ideas and working to improve her craft. Janae

is currently living in a suburb of Brussels, Belgium with her husband and



Release Blast for His Secretary’s Surprise Fiance by Joanne Rock



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Bayou Billionaires #2

Joanne Rock

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Her boss wants her in his office—and as his bride!

Adelaide Thibodeaux grew up with Dempsey Reynaud, and she’s worked for him for years. But when the billionaire football coach springs a surprise engagement to keep her from resigning, it’s a low blow. Just as she’s ready to strike out on her own, she’s stuck in a fake relationship with her boss, biding her time…

But soon Adelaide faces a second blow: she’s actually falling for the man! Can a relationship founded on a lie become the real deal? Or will they fumble before the end zone—and stay in the friend zone?


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“You can’t leave now.” He didn’t have time to hash this out. And he would damn well have his way.

“I’m going after the press conference. I told you I would come back for the pre-season, and now it’s done.” Frowning, she twisted the bracelet round and round on her wrist. “I shouldn’t have returned this year at all, especially if this ends up causing hard feelings between us. But I can send your next assistant all my files.”

How kind. He clamped his mouth shut against the scathing responses that simmered, close to boiling over. He deserved better from her and she knew it.

But if she was going to see him through the press conference, he still had forty minutes to change her mind. Forty minutes to figure out a way to force her hand. A way to make her stay by his side through the season.

All he needed was the right play call.

“In that case, I appreciate the heads-up,” he said, planting his hands on her waist and shuffling her away from the door. “But I’d better get this press conference started now.”

Her eyes widened as he touched her, but she stepped aside, hectic color rising in her cheeks even though they’d always been just friends. He’d protected that friendship because it was special. She was special. He’d never wanted to sacrifice that relationship to something as fickle as attraction even though there’d definitely been moments over the years when he’d been tempted. But logic and reason—and respect for Adelaide—had always won out in the past. Then again, he’d never touched her the way he had today and it was messing with his head. Seeing that awareness on her face now, feeling the answering kick of it in his blood, made him wonder if—

“Of course we need to get to the conference.” She grabbed her earpiece and shoved it into place as she bit her lip. “Let’s go.”

He held the door for her, watching as she hurried up the hallway ahead of him, the subtle sway of her hips making his hands itch for a better feel of her. No doubt about it, she was going to be angry with him. In time, she would see he had her best interests at heart.

But he had the perfect plan to keep her close and the ideal venue—a captive audience full of media members—to execute it. As much as he regretted hurting a friend, he also knew she would understand at a gut level if she knew him half as well as he thought she did.

His game was on the line. And this was for the win.



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Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn’t like. The author of

over seventy novels enjoys writing contemporary romance and medieval

historicals alike, recently exploring Young Adult romance under a pseudonym. An

optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds

romance–in all its forms– fits her life outlook perfectly. When she’s not

writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite sports teams play

with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded sons.

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Release Blast with Review for Hidden Heat by Carla Swafford



Hidden Heat
Brothers of Mayhem #1
By: Carla Swafford
Releasing February 16, 2016
Format: eARC
Source: Netgalley


Sizzling with passion and suspense, perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs up as a headstrong beauty faces off against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls for the bad boy she never saw coming.
Cassidy Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a biker’s plaything.

But Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever felt so real.


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Alright this is going to be a real short review as I am at work. Anyway this was a good enough book. I did enjoy it and trust me lately I have been real picky on my MC books. So I did enjoy it but somehow I expected some more.

This story is about a women who wants her brother out of the MC life as she hated how she was treated in her past by her family and the rest of the bikers. She went looking for her brother when she caused some trouble for herself and the only one who cloud safe her was Thorn an undercover cop in the Brothers of Mayhem MC. Thorn liked her the moment he saw her but he thought of her a bit reckless around those she knows can hurt her if she disrespects them. The only way to keep her safe is to make her his old lady because in the MC it is a rule not to touch a person’s old lady.

One thing I hated about this book is how they treated there women. I mean what I have picked up is that the brother’s mayhem treated women without respect. The only one that treated women with respect was Thorn. There was also a lot going on and sometimes I had a hard time keeping up. I liked that Cassidy was so outspoken and strong when it came in protecting her brother. Running into the bar with a bat for her brother. She is loyal as hell to her brother but also annoying as hell in other times and those are the times when she was just downright stupid and reckless. I would have liked to learn a little more about Thorn because we only got a few details about him. A lot of info was just thrown together like that and I struggled to keep up with all that.

Anyway the ending kind of felt a little rushed for me so I found it hard to love this book. Anyway this book was an okay read but I needed more. I just didn’t like the guys in Brothers of Mayhem. I liked the relationship between Cassidy and Thorn but like I said I hated the club. I hope others will like this book more than I did but as you can see you will either love this book or hate it.







Cassidy Ryder swung the bat, testing the weight and reach, as she marched around the line of motorcycles. Wrinkling her nose, she ignored the sharp, pungent smell of marijuana drifting across her path.
Huddled in the shade beneath the building’s eaves, men with greasy hair and beards puffed on tightly rolled joints and eyed her with mild curiosity. As long as she stayed away from their well-loved bikes, they’d let her move on without interference.
Her body trembled with suppressed fury. She almost wished they’d try to stop her. Anything to give her a reason to release the pressure building inside. With a snort of derision, she straightened her back and stalked into the Skull and Bones Bar.
The thumping beat of Kid Rock blasted from the speakers, competing with the rowdy conversations shaking the large, smoky room. Though mostly rural, Sand County had a law against smoking in any public establishment. In pure defiance, a blue-gray haze hovered around the dim bulbs spotlighting the long shelves of liquor and above two pool tables in the back.
She hesitated. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she ignored the tall, lanky bartender strolling along behind the counter and heading her way. The rest of the crowd ignored her entrance. Did they often see people carrying a bat into the place?
She didn’t care. Time for someone to listen to her.
With a swing of her whole body, she brought the bat down, sweeping several glasses from the long bar. The loud pops and tinkling of broken glasses immediately quieted the room just as Kid’s “American Bad Ass” faded out. Several of the leather-and-denim clad men stood and stepped toward her.
She lifted the bat for another swing.
“Damn it to hell! Wait!” The bartender slid over the top of the counter to stand in front of her. “What the hell are you doing?”
Speaking of badass, with his broad shoulders and tats down both arms, he’d draw anyone’s attention just by entering a room. But add in the dark hair cut tight on the sides, long on top and brushed back to his nape, he especially caught the eye of every woman in the place. She’d noticed too, but she had more important things on her mind.
Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled her weapon higher over her shoulder.
He stopped a bat length away and raised his hands. “Cassidy . . .” He hesitated as if he waited for her reaction to the name. Was she that forgettable? She’d been there several times over the last month, to drag her brother back home. When her eyes narrowed, he continued. “Whatever has you riled up, can we talk about it?”
Emphasizing each word, she pointed the bat as if it were a finger. “I came in here yesterday and asked, real polite, if you or anyone here had seen my brother. Each one of you looked me in the face and lied. This morning, I get a call, telling me he was seen yesterday, hanging out back, talking with Stonewall.” She glanced around, keeping the bartender in her peripheral view. “Where’s the bastard? I want answers about my brother’s whereabouts.” Proud of how her voice remained even and carried across the room, she jutted out her chin. What would they lie about next?
The Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club never took kindly to threats. She didn’t care. Violence was the only way they would respect her, and she was prepared to do more, if that’s what it took to bring her little brother back home. Storm had never stayed gone this long.
“Put the bat down before you get hurt.” The bartender’s soft command sounded so reasonable.
Screw reasonable. She’d been fair and understanding for the last three days while she searched for Storm. Her patience had disappeared with the only member of her family worth a damn. No way would she fail him again.
“I will when you—”
Brawny arms wrapped around her chest and squeezed. She gasped for breath as someone hauled her against his chest and off her feet. The bartender grabbed the bat from her loosened grip and threw it to the side. It hit the floor with a loud clanking.
“Little girl, we don’t know where your brother’s at. We didn’t lie about that.” The deep voice of the club’s VP, Mac McGee, came from above her head as he squeezed again in warning. “Maybe I need to teach you some fucking manners.”
She squeaked from the pain, her ribs near the breaking point. With little blood circulation reaching below her waist, her kicks were no more than taps to the mountain restraining her. She pushed at the tight arms as her head dug into his sternum.
“Please,” she pleaded with a hiss of precious air.
“Mac, let her go. I’ll handle her.” The bartender rested his elbows on the countertop behind him, crossed his long legs at the ankles, and waited.
The big guy released her so quickly she barely caught herself before falling at their feet. Asshole. Taking cautious breaths in case of a cracked rib, she regained a little of her composure.
Handle her? In his dreams. Shoulders thrust back and head held up, she asked, “Where’s my brother?”
The bartender sighed in frustration. “You’re the most hardheaded woman. Mac told you yesterday, and today is no different. We have no idea where your brother is.”
Then it struck her what the big guy said a moment earlier. She turned and looked into the angry bloodshot eyes of Mac. “What did you mean when you said ‘We didn’t lie about that’? What did you lie about?”
With a shake of his massive, shaggy head, the big guy reached for her, but the bartender knocked her to the side and stepped between them, one arm out to keep her back. “Go on. I’ll take it from here.”
“Never could stand bossy old ladies,” Mac drawled with a sneer.
She leaned over the bartender’s arm and shouted, “Who are you calling old lady? I’m no one’s old lady! You old fart!” She knew what he meant, that it had nothing to do with age, but with belonging to someone. At the age of twenty-one, she refused to let anyone call her that. At sixty-one, she would damn well still refuse.
“Who would want you as their old lady, with that bitchy attitude,” Mac said, more as fact than a question. “You need your ass beaten.” Then he walked away as he raised one finger in her direction.
“Yeah, but at least I look human and not like a grizzly bear, what with all that fur on your face!” How lame.
She really needed to shut up before they got tired of her mouth. As a kid she’d grown up around surly men like Mac, but her father’s reputation had protected her from worse. Besides, what about her promise to be a good girl? Her foster mother tried her best to teach her self-control. Yet Cassidy often let her temper get the better of her. Remembering how her hissy fit had caused her brother to leave home in a huff the other night, a sharp pain roiled in her stomach.
As she opened her mouth to apologize, the bartender’s hand cupped the back of her head, clutched a handful of hair, and twisted. At the same time, his other hand covered her mouth.
“Shh,” he said softly. Concern darkened his blue eyes as he shook his head.
Bending her back, he caused her to lose balance but held her tight. Her feet remained on the floor as he aligned his body with hers, almost touching his nose to hers.
“If you don’t shut your trap, you’re going to get more than you asked for,” he whispered. “Your brother isn’t here. He’s turning eighteen in a couple days, right?” Without giving her a chance to answer, he added, “Then he’ll be an adult. At least one who can vote and die for his country. So, I think it’s in your best interest to go home. When he’s ready to talk, he’ll show up.”
She wasn’t sure why it happened. The last few days had been stressful. She wasn’t one of those girls who did it at the drop of a hat, but her eyes welled with tears.
“Ah, shit. Don’t do that,” he said between gritted teeth. He moved his hand from her mouth, pressing her cheek to a broad shoulder as he lifted her upright.
Unable to stop, she dug trembling fingers into his leather vest and sobbed.
Why is he being so nice?
The strong hand in her hair remained, but the other one rubbed and patted her back. He acted as if he had all of the time in the world while she bawled like a little kid.
“Shh. Everything will be okay.”
She glanced up and her heart skipped a beat. The guy had a gorgeous smile; there was even a dimple beneath the stubble on his face.
A gravelly voice nearby said, “Get me a beer, Thorn, before you fuck her.”
Her body stiffened.
Stonewall had arrived.



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Release Blast for Mack by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff



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King Trilogy #4 (Based on King Trilogy)

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Releasing Feb 15th, 2016

From New

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Mack, a Continuation of the King Trilogy




MACK. And if I play my cards right, I will soon be dead. Permanently. Not even

my powerful twin brother will be able to resurrect me. A good thing. Because a

man like me has no business living. Not when I have killed. Not when I have

betrayed everyone I have ever cared for. Not when I know I’m destined to do it


This is why

I have come looking for her—the only one capable of ending me once and for all.

But will she think I’m just another insane patient? Or will she believe the

truth? I am thousands of years old, my heart too dark to be salvaged.



TEDDI, short for Theodora. My entire life has been a canvas of grays, whites,

and black. I can’t feel, I can’t understand joy, I’ve never truly lived. Until

now. His name is Mack, and though he believes he’s cursed, my degree in

psychology tells me otherwise. Besides, someone who’s capable of bringing so

much light into my life can’t be anything but good.

But I can

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Darkness was the one thing in this world I didn’t care for—probably because I felt most comfortable with facts. Seeing objects equated seeing facts. There is the floor. There is the couch. Facts.

Guessing where things were—I think the leg of this table is around here somewhere—ouch!—was inefficient, useless. It was why nightlights were invented.

So when I entered John Doe’s dark room, the first thing I wanted was to bring in some light.

“Mr. Doe?” I said to the dark figure seated in the corner of the small room, staring at me like an eerie scarecrow waiting to frighten the shit out of anything that crossed its path. “My name is Dr. Valentine. I’m the new director. May I turn on the lights so we can discuss the reason you are here?”

“I asked not to be disturbed.” The man’s deep, masculine voice felt like a cold, chilling slap. Yet strangely, it was also…Well, I didn’t know really. Hypnotic, perhaps.

I squinted, my eyes straining to see his face but only able to make out his silhouette—broad shoulders, short hair, and fit-looking arms from the shadows of biceps I was able to spot.

“That’s exactly why we need to talk,” I said. “It’s come to my attention that you are not here to seek therapy—”


My mouth flapped for a moment. “I’m sorry, but did you—”

“I said leave,” he growled.

Sadly for him, intimidation didn’t work on me. Not that I was stupid and wouldn’t get out of harm’s way. The question was, did he intend to harm me?

“And if I don’t?” I asked, testing the waters. His response would tell me everything I needed to know. Reading people’s internal emotional state was another gift of mine.

I waited for a reply.

And then I waited some more.

He’s not going to answer me. Fine. This was silly and a completely unproductive use of my time. I would just have to see him with my own two eyes. My gift would do the rest.

“Okay. These lights are going—” I flipped the switch, and the moment my eyes met his, I was hit by a hard wave of…

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

I flipped off the lights, turned, and left the room. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was that?



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exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to

writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi

would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.

She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants

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Zoe Dawson

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If you love Susan Mallery, Kristan Higgins, or Rachel

Gibson, don’t miss the start of this captivating small-town romance series!

Laurel Falls, Montana, features spectacular mountain scenery—but it takes a

rugged cowboy to convince one woman to slow down and enjoy the view.

Rafferty Hamilton doesn’t plan on putting down roots

anytime soon. With her divorce final, the hotel heiress has left Manhattan

behind to scout new locations for her family’s chain of resorts. Which is why

it’s so frustrating to be stranded in Laurel Falls while a good-looking,

slow-talking, Stetson-wearing mechanic takes his sweet time with her overheated


A decorated vet who paid his dues in Afghanistan, Trace

Black can fix anything with an engine and get it revving—even Rafferty’s

ridiculous sports car. He’s couldn’t say the same for the knockout driver, who

looks like she’s never gripped a gear shaft in her life. Women like Rafferty

don’t usually stick around in Laurel Falls, but Trace finds himself showing her

everything his hometown has to offer before she cruises on down the road.

As the days pass, Rafferty finds herself charmed by the

pace of life and the openhearted warmth of the residents. She’s even tempted to

trust again—and it’s all thanks to Trace. He’s not the kind of guy she’s used

to falling for, but he just might be the man she needs.


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Her phone had rung, and she’d glanced at the display and said, “Shit.” It had been her father’s girlfriend, Susan. That was, actually, not really true. Susan Chambers was more than just her father’s girlfriend. She’d been with him since Rafferty was little and was the strongest female influence in her life. Susan was so put together and tolerated her father’s hours because hers were just as bad, but they had clicked and still clicked. Her father hadn’t looked at another woman since he’d met Susan, and that made total sense. She was gorgeous, one of the premier lawyers in New York City, and made the best macaroni and cheese ever.
She’d ignored her calls all the way through Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana. Susan had left her a voicemail outside of Illinois to call her or else. Then, she stressed about it all the way through Wisconsin, Minnesota, and South Dakota.
It was true that she had opted to drive to California for business but take a side trip to scout out some land in Montana. Hamilton Hoteliers was always looking for strategic and scenic sites to place its resorts. Her father, Ross Hamilton, ran his empire with an iron hand. She worked closely with him and loved her job, but was tired of seeing the country from an airplane window. That was her cover story and she was sticking to it.
“Are you going to lecture me? I might disappear into the Rockies and never come out. Become a mountain woman and live off the land.”
“That’s going to be hell on your high heels and mocha latte addiction.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
“Don’t you ignore my calls and texts again, sweetie, or I’ll ground you.”
That made her huff a laugh. “I ignored Daddy’s, too, if that helps.” Her stomach dropped and she blinked back tears as she looked to the open brown meadow dotted with thick copses of trees out her side window.
“Yes, since I live with the man, you have been a topic of conversation recently. I mean this in the best sense, honey. You can’t run from your emotions.”
The tears slipped down her cheeks, and she brushed them impatiently away, her throat tight. “According to Sean, I don’t have any. I’m incapable of being emotionally intimate.” That had scared her the most. Was that true? The loss of her relationship sent doubts through her every day until she had to get away. This road trip was a perfect escape.
She had thought she loved Sean. “I’m afraid he was right.” She couldn’t keep the words from sounding nose-clogged from crying.
“That’s so not true. You are a wonderful, caring person.” There was just her sniffling, then Susan, her voice even more sympathetic, said, “Aw, honey. If you’re crying, you’re feeling. So he’s full of it.” Rafferty’s eyes welled up all over again. Susan’s words helped her feel a bit better.
“Sean really fooled us all. Sure, he looked good on paper, but you didn’t seem all that happy to me.”
Realizing that the tow guy was going to be here any minute, she wiped at her eyes, needing to get control over her emotions. “I guess I wasn’t, and I didn’t really realize it. I thought I was in the perfect marriage.”
“Sweetie, don’t beat yourself up too much. It takes two to tango, so this is not all on you. He cheated on you. There’s no reason for that in my book. Have the balls to step up and talk about it.”
“I guess that is true. He never said a word to me.”
There was a pregnant pause, and Susan said, “Sean was all about prestige and showing wealth. Flaunting it. He thought of you as just another possession that he could show the world he’d accumulated. You’re no one’s trophy wife.”
“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me. I guess I wasn’t prepared.”
“Who’s ever prepared for the end of their marriage?” Susan said softly.
She certainly hadn’t been, and she had spent many nights going over all of it in her head. She had failed—felt like a failure because she had really thought she was making it work.
Her tone turned serious. “Really, sweetheart. It’s his loss.”
Rafferty smiled at the emphatic way Susan said those words.
“How about we make a day of it when you get back? Shopping, spa day with a manicure and pedicure. I’ll treat for lunch wherever you want to go.”
“Yes, that sounds wonderful. I’ll have to let you know when I get back. Hit a snag.”
“What snag?”
“This fabulous little sports car broke down. I’m waiting for a tow. If I was back in Manhattan—”
“It would be twice as long,” she said wryly. “Isn’t that car new?”
“It sure is. It just went clunkity-clunk and stopped working.”
“Hopefully it’s not something serious and you’ll have something to look forward to when you get back. So, other than the unresponsive car, how is your escape from Manhattan going? You’re up early.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to see the sunrise, and it was spectacular. All pink and purple watercolor streaks. Montana is breathtaking, but damn this state is big, filled with guys wearing cowboy hats, tight jeans, and sexy boots, which as far as I’m concerned all go in the plus column. I see trailers on the road hauling horses, cattle, and other stinky livestock. Con column.”
“You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”
“That is the honest truth. I have never seen so many cattle—”
A shiny white-and-chrome tow truck pulled in front of her with Black’s stenciled on the side in black. All she caught was a glimpse of a black Stetson. She did have to think again that Montana, or Cowboy Central as she was starting to think of it, was chock full of plenty of sexy men to take her mind off how lonely she felt.
The door to the truck opened, and a leg appeared. But all she could focus on at the moment was his thick, jean-clad thigh. He reached down to unsnag the hem that had caught on the top of his well-worn black cowboy boot, the hat obscuring his features, but the glimpse she’d gotten of a hard, clean-shaven jaw made her stomach jump and heightened her interest.
She followed his movement back up as he swung out of the truck, giving her the full view of his slim-hipped, broad-shouldered body, but then he raised his head, and the shadow caused by the brim disappeared from his . . . Ohmigod . . . face.
The sight of him sucked the breath right out of her. Her mouth went slack and Susan’s voice was nothing but a buzz in her ear.
Brown hair curled around his ears and tickled his neck, dark brows arched over a set of blue eyes that were a knee-melting deep cobalt. She tightened her hand on her phone as she took in his Roman nose, and a mouth with lips that were made to be kissed, the bottom lip fuller than the top.
His blue work shirt stretched over an impressive wide chest. Stitched on his left pocket was his name, Trace, and on the other pocket, Black’s Garage.
He moved with a sexy, rolling gait filled with confidence. When he saw her get out of the car, he slowed, his eyes going over her. The way he gazed at her made her breath hitch. Even when she looked down and away from that stare, she could feel his scrutiny. For the first time since she’d signed those divorce papers and walked out of her lawyer’s office, she felt exposed and vulnerable all over again. Those . . . blue . . . oh-so-blue eyes. What was she supposed to do about them when all she wanted to do was look back, deeply back, and ask questions?
“The mechanic is here. I’ve got to go.”
“If you need me, just let me know,” Susan said.
She needed a big bucket of really cold water right now, wanting not to be affected by him at all. “I’ll call you with an update,” she said, disconnecting the call and tucking her phone into her bag. She eyed the driver again and tried to remember that oxygen was an important, life-giving requirement.
Maybe Laurel Falls was a perfect place for both breakdowns.



Zoe Dawson had always dreamed of becoming a

full-time romance writer, and with determination, persistence, and a little

luck that wish came true. Her other passions include traveling the world,

owning a beach house (she believes she was a mermaid in another life), and

seeing her books in movies. When she’s not writing, she’s painting or killing

virtual MMORPG monsters in World of Warcraft. She lives in North Carolina with

her two grown children and one small, furry gray cat.


Release Blast for Call Me, Maybe by Ellie Cahill



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and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways

proves it once again.


Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy,

powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an

embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to

live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the

last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by

mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the

line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just

the way Clementine likes it.


Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to

realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at

his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town,

but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin

doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has

been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people

can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.


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“Is that okay? If I listen to your music, I mean.”
“Yeah, go ahead.” He seemed excited. I liked the sound of his voice like that.
“Anything you’d recommend?”
“I’ve only got a few playlists. Just pick one.”
“Okay.” I was curious to check out his music preferences, but not so curious that I wanted to end our chat. There was something about his easy manner that made me want to keep talking to him. “You can check out my music if you’d like.”
“I’m gonna have to. What am I supposed to do while I work out, listen to my own thoughts?”
I laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. “I do have Spotify and all that if my musical tastes are not to your liking. And plenty of data, so go for it.”
“You’re not a big Adult Contemporary fan, I hope?”
“No, pretty much not. But . . . well, you’ll see.”
“I’ll have to report back to you.”
A lull fell between us, and I knew I should let him go back to his family, but I was reluctant to break the easiness between us. “So, what part of Florida are you from?”
“Central. Near Orlando.”
“No beach?” I asked.
“Sadly no.”
“I guess I’ll just have to enjoy the beach for both of us this week.”
“Send me a picture.”
“I—what?” Total Zack flashbacks. My heart hammered noisily in my head, making my temples throb while my armpits prickled with fear-induced sweat.
“I meant—sorry. Was that weird?” For the first time he sounded nervous. “I just meant I like the beach. You could send me a picture of the beach. Or not. It’s—I’m not stalking you, I swear.”
My pulse throttled back a bit. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t one of those guys. His distress was so obvious, I almost wanted to laugh, but I knew it would be one of those weird, ugly laughs. Instead I managed to say, “I-I could send you a picture of the beach.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
Another little silence fell and I squirmed in my seat.
“This is frustrating, isn’t it?” Justin said softly.
My stomach fluttered. “What do you mean?”
He exhaled into the microphone. “I wish we’d actually met at the airport.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m pretty sure I would have asked for your number, and now I’ll never know if you’re only talking to me because you feel bad that you stole my phone.”
Was that a line? I couldn’t tell. “Oh, come on. I’m sure you say that to all the girls who fall on top of you and nearly break your laptop.”
“Well, I am a Southern boy, remember. We’re all about chivalry.” He spoke with an awful, thick accent.
“I didn’t think Southerners acknowledged the existence of Florida.”
He laughed and tried the accent again. “How dare you insult my people!”
Ugh, he was so damn charming. It wasn’t fair to be inhumanly gorgeous and charming. And yet I found myself wanting to respond in kind. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” I gave him my best Scarlett O’Hara, which was, admittedly, not very good.
“That was terrible.”
“So much for chivalry.”
“I’m sure you have many fine qualities, but your Southern accent is not one of them.”
“I speak Hindi in a passable accent,” I volunteered. Which was just plain stupid, because the entire goal was to not let this guy know too much about myself. I was completely failing at keeping this professional and it had been all of thirty hours. It was no wonder I was the family disappointment.
“Seriously?” Justin pulled me back from my self-flagellation.
“Yes.” And I could say a few useful phrases in a handful of other languages as well, but I’d said enough about that thank you very much.
“Why Hindi?”
“I was born in India and I lived there until I was three.” Stop talking, Clementine.
“Why did you leave?”
“My mother was doing graduate work over there at the time.” Oh my god, stop talking, Clementine.
“That’s kind of cool.” Justin sounded genuinely impressed.
I shrugged. “I guess. It’s a real pain in the ass getting through airport security.”
“Why?” He laughed.
“I’m technically an Overseas Citizen of India, because I was born there. And that’s apparently enough to get you labeled a ‘person of interest’ by the TSA. I get searched all the time.”
“So, are you a ‘person of interest’?”
“No. I’m not even a terribly interesting person most of the time.”
“Now I know that’s not true.”
“You don’t really know me at all,” I reminded him.
“All right, tell me something else about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?” The little voice in my head telling me to stop threw up her hands in total resignation.
“I don’t know. Anything. Let’s start with your last name.”
Oh crap. Of all the things he could have asked, it had to be that.
There is one thing you learn early when you grow up in a family like mine—a lot of people will treat you differently as soon as they find out your net worth. A lesson I’d learned the hardest possible way when I was nineteen. Thus the code names and the nearly blank phone.
Of course, not everyone is after you for your money, but even if they never want a dime, most people get a little weird once they know they’re dealing with the American equivalent of royalty. My great-great-aunt was an actual English duchess, and her grandson was the current duke. You have to admit, if you found out you’d been chatting casually with a princess, you’d freak out. At least a little. Anyone would.
So even though it wasn’t Justin’s fault that we’d been forced into this odd little relationship, I did what I’d had drilled into my head: I lied.
“Davis,” I said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Davis,” he said, then after a pause asked, “It is miss, right?”
I laughed. “I’m not married.”
“Just checking.”
“And you are?”
“Justin Mueller with a –u-e.” He pronounced it “Miller.”
“Hi.” I felt the familiar mixture of guilt and apprehension that I always felt when I lied to a new acquaintance.
“Well, now that we’ve been formally introduced I should get going,” he said. “My mother is watching me through the patio door and it’s giving me bad high school flashbacks.”
“My . . . friend is probably wondering what happened to me.” I’d already given more personal details about myself than I should have, so I randomly held back on saying I was with my cousin. Yeah, that’ll throw him off the scent, Clem. Nice work.
“Okay, well . . . I’m sure I’ll talk to you later,” he said. “Listen to that song I told you about, okay?”
“I will.”
We said goodbye.
I blew out a loud sigh and propped my feet on the bedpost as I lifted Justin’s phone up to eye level and tapped my way into his picture album again. There he was, gorgeous as ever.
What was wrong with me? I had seen this man in person for approximately fifteen seconds. Why on earth was I obsessing about him like this?
I pressed the power button, blanking the screen.
Then I rolled onto my stomach and powered the phone back on. I searched his music collection for the song called “Clementine” and let it play while I browsed the rest of his list. Classic rock, classic rock, classic rock. To be fair, his taste in the classics seemed to run the gamut from the almost clichéd Led Zeppelin and Rush to the less-expected Jefferson Airplane and Cream. He seemed to have it all from the ’60s, right up through today. If a band had an easily recognizable lead singer and an unmistakable guitar style, Justin was into it.
I sent him a text message: Try the playlist I’m Not Cool.
The song he’d recommended was soft, acoustic guitar, and sweet vocals. I liked it, just as he’d predicted. I smiled as I moved out of his first two playlists. The next one raised my eyebrows. It was called Original Classics, and was populated by the likes of Beethoven and Bach. Next, I checked one called Softer. There, I found the home of The Decemberists and some other more recent artists. Very alternative and generally soft, soothing music that I tended to favor myself.
It was the last playlist, however, that made me smile and get all swoony again. It was called Standards and it was inhabited by Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, and even a few more obscure performers of the Great American Songbook. I rolled onto my back again, holding his phone to my chest and feeling like I’d just been handed the last ingredient in a recipe for falling in love. Was this guy for real?
My heart was beating hard, and the phone began to slip, so I slid it farther down to rest on my stomach, just below the inverted V made by my ribs.
I wanted him. Not that I could do anything about it, but at least I could admit it. I’d wanted him since the moment I laid eyes on him, and so far he’d done nothing to discourage my desire.




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with her husband, son, and the world’s loudest cat.



Release Blast with Review for Persuasion by Violetta Rand


Don’t Miss the first in a Brand New MC Romance Series!

Sons of Odin MC #1
By: Violetta Rand
Releasing December 8, 2015


If you love the motorcycle romances of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, don’t miss Violetta Rand’s irresistible novel about a sexy-as-sin biker who tempts a good girl to go bad.

Lang Anderson may be the new leader of the Sons of Odin motorcycle club, but his personal life is in shreds. He’s struggling to take care of his three young sisters in the wake of tragedy, while rumors of drug dealing within his ranks jeopardize everything he’s built. The last thing he needs is another distraction—like a bar brawl over a woman—but Lang is a sucker for a damsel in distress. And this one gets him roaring like a finely tuned engine.

High school guidance counselor Lily Gallo is no fender bunny. So why can’t she get Lang off her mind? Lily’s head says the rugged, rough-and-tumble biker who came to her aid is bad news. Her body begs to differ. But when Lang’s troubled kid sister walks into her office, Lily’s determined to help, even if it puts her in the crossfire of a gang war. On a crash course with danger and desire, Lily partners up with Lang to fight for his family—and for love.

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review4 Rating*Advanced Readers Copy received in exchange for an honest review*

I really enjoyed this book… Trust me it’s not as dark as most MC novels that I have read but there was some nice suspense. This MC is part of the story but you get more of Lang and Lilly. This is a sweet read with MC mixed in. Lang was a great hero, I mean after he lost his parents he happily stepped up to raise his sisters. Lang was also not scared to claim Lily, he knew he wanted her and he made sure he got her. I also like Lilly a lot, she was a perfect other half for Lang and she was smart and caring.

Now what is this story about????

After the president of Lang’s MC is arrested and charged with murder; Lang finds himself the new president. While out partying with his brother, Lang see’s Lily needed to be saved from a rival MC, which he did. Lang wanted to get to know Lilly, she was different and not afraid to speak her mind. Lily needed a change so she moved to Texas, while out with a friend Lilly is saved by Lang. The attraction is so strong neither can deny it and Lilly soon finds that there is so much more to Lang than it first seemed. After a few weeks neither can forget each other and on Lilly’s first day at her new job…. Lilly and Lang met again. As you know that Lang got custody of his three sisters and since the death of his parents his oldest sister had a hard time adjusting, which is why Lilly is assigned as her new school counsellor. Scheduling a meeting with Lang to talk about his sister, what starts as a professional meeting soon turns to more. Now Lang and Lilly’s attraction and interest in each other is too strong to deny. They quickly fall in love, but Lang has a lot on his plate. Lilly never planned to fall in love everything has always been black or white but Lang has quickly torn down her walls and had shown her so much more to life.

I also liked Violetta Rand’s writing style… This book flowed really well and it was just once easy read for an MC. I was surprised at how fast I read this book. I can’t wait to see what books she comes out with next, I can’t wait to read books of the rest of the brothers in the MC. I’m also hoping I could see more of Lilly and Lang. This review is short because I’m at work but I will easy recommend this book!



Corpus had its share of cases that made the national news. Mix in an outlaw bike club and the story went viral on social media within fifteen minutes.
And his sisters had access to it and had watched in horror as Uncle Jessie was escorted into court. The questions his youngest sister, Trisha, asked broke his heart. Why is Uncle Jess chained up like an animal? Did he do something bad? Will we ever see him again? Are you going away too?
It was all he could do to hold himself back and not follow the prosecutor to her car and give the bitch a Texas-sized welcome—one she’d never forget. He smoked his Marlboro down to the filter and tossed it on the ground. The status quo didn’t satisfy Lang anymore. He wanted more, or less, depending on what perspective he took. More for his family, less heat from the cops.
Several Brothers had spent the afternoon in court waiting for Jess to be arraigned. Merritt approached, wearing a frown on his bearded face. “He’s fucked,” he commented, shaking his head. “Racketeering, witness tampering, and murder.”
“All true,” Lang confirmed. Why lie out of earshot? “He just got caught.”
“The club can’t afford another shakedown,” Merritt said.
Lang agreed. Time to remind members that representing the club didn’t mean attracting negative publicity. Jess’s lax leadership hadn’t helped. “First line of business,” Lang started. “Fast-tracking Vincent and Merk. Time to patch out.”
“You won’t get any arguments from me—but Patrick, Sampson, and Moco might not agree.”
Lang already knew he’d meet with some resistance. Appointing officers was the sole right of the president. What the charter needed most was new blood. Men with a different perspective. Like any business, the club had centralized power. All men weren’t created equal. Respect was given first, then earned, just like the fucking patches on his back. He fully intended to teach his Brothers the difference.
Charter rules were chiseled in stone like the Ten Commandments. And if anyone disagreed, they’d lose their membership, maybe their right to breathe.
Eventually the other Brothers filed out of the building. Lang imagined they looked out of place standing together in the middle of the afternoon wearing leathers and combat boots. Unlike attorneys and their clients shuffling in and out in their Sunday best, the Sons of Odin always wore their cuts whenever they represented the club, regardless of the venue.
The stares and whispers their presence evoked inspired Patrick and Sampson to retaliate. They flipped off a couple in the entryway and then Patrick lit a joint, blowing the acrid smoke in their direction.
“Contact high,” he laughed at them. “Get the fucking corncobs out of your asses.”
“Hey.” Lang tapped his shoulder angrily. This was a perfect example of the juvenile mentality he planned on eradicating. “Not the time or place. We already have a PR nightmare on our hands.”
The Corpus Christi elite wanted clubs like the Sons of Odin dismantled, but average residents were often the beneficiaries of the generosity of the club. It was always the first to donate when disaster struck the city, and even the paper occasionally touted the members as heroes.
Keeping club image in mind, Lang knew when enough was enough. “Let’s go,” he commanded, leading them to the far side of the parking lot, where their Harleys were lined up like tanks.



About the author

An environmental scientist by day, Violetta Rand has been in love with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. Rand enjoys outdoor activities, music, reading, and losing herself in the world she brings to life in the pages of her stories. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband.

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Release Blast + Excerpt & Giveaway: Frisk Me by Lauren Layne

Title: Frisk Me
Series: New York’s Finest #1
Author: Lauren Layne
Publisher: Forever

Date: July 28, 2015


After a photograph of Luc Moretti saving a tourist hits social media, he instantly becomes New York’s most famous and beloved cop. When a major network decides to run a special on the “American Hero,” Luc’s boss gives him no choice but to cooperate in the name of good exposure for the department. Luc doesn’t mind the celebrity status-what he does mind is the gorgeous brunette journalist who’s been assigned to follow his every move. Especially since she also happens to be the same knockout that rejected him rather publicly the week before.

Ava Sims is a woman who gets what she wants. And what she wants is to be CBC’s lead anchor-but to get there, she’ll need to nail the fluff piece on the playboy cop. Luc Moretti is everything Ava knows to stay away from: a stubborn charmer with a hero-complex. But the more Ava gets to know Luc and his oddball family, the more she realizes that beneath the swagger and the blue uniform is a complex man who makes her heart beat too fast. Soon, Ava’s doing the unthinkable, and falling for the best of New York’s finest …

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A woman stood in the back corner of the room, helping herself to coffee from the fancy coffee machine Brinker kept for his own personal use.

Her body was mostly hidden by one of the horrible potted plants that Brinker’s wife insisted gave his office “homey character.”

And then she stepped into plain view.

He couldn’t help it; he checked her out. Everything about the woman demanded a second look, the legs in particular.

Luc had never really considered himself a legs-man, being more of an “equal opportunity” guy when it came to female body parts. (Although, if his mother ever asked, he’d swear up and down that he only ever noticed personality. Maybe the eyes.)

But the legs on this one were damn near perfect. For that matter, the high breasts and slim waist also earned high marks.

Her subdued black skirt and white blouse should have been boring, but they’d obviously been perfectly tailored to fit her trim frame perfectly.

The black high heels were icing on the already perfect cake.

Then he looked at her face, and for a second, Luc felt just a little bit dazed.

If anything, her features were even more perfect than the body. Her eyes were maybe just slightly too large for her otherwise petite features, but there was no doubt about it, the woman was stunning.

And yet, there was something else there too, just beyond the jolt of sexual awareness.


Luc might not have his brother Vincent’s photographic memory, but he was pretty damn good with faces. And he was pretty sure he knew this one. His brain scrambled to place her, but he kept coming up empty.

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly on Luc, and his narrowed right back. He definitely knew her from somewhere.

She gave him a slow, knowing smile. “Fifth and Fortieth, three years ago.”

He shook his head to indicate he didn’t follow. “You’re trying to figure out how you know me. Three years ago, you gave my news van a parking ticket, and we exchanged…words. That’s where you know me from. I’m Ava Sims.”

Author Bio

Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren’s gone on to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on the way in 2015.

Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.

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