Something To Believe In By Ella Fox ♥ Release Blitz

The newest Rock Star Romance by Ella Fox NOW AVAILABLE!

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A rock star with millions of adoring fans.

A country girl with a broken heart.

Rock star, Tyson Allen, is the hilarious, in-your-face bass player for one of the world’s most popular bands. Behind his funny-guy exterior hides a tragic past full of unbearable horror. After turning to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, Tyson hit rock bottom on a New York City sidewalk. For several minutes, Tyson Allen was gone–dead. And now, he’s trying to rebuild a life he nearly lost. He found a way to move forward and live life—a way he was comfortable with. All was going according to plan until he met the new assistant for his band.

In an instant, everything changes.

Daisy Hammond has a slew of her own tragedies. And the last thing she needs is a crush on one of America’s rock legends. But unlike Tyson, her kind and generous heart refuses to push people away. Working with the band isn’t easy as Tyson doesn’t want anything to do with her. Despite his standoffish and rude demeanor, Daisy can’t deny the pull she has for him. Determined to stay away from the bass player with an attitude, she goes about her business without getting in his way. But one night, their desire for one another erupts. Now it’s up to Daisy to pull Ty out of his shell before the tour ends and they go their separate ways. Will she find a way to break down Ty’s walls before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

Not gonna lie, watching my girl operate that car like a driving master was as exhilarating as it was hot. She drove for about thirty minutes before we wound up on some country ass back road, at which point I figured out she’d still been holding back. Once we were out on the open road, she drove like the car was an extension of her. As fast as she was going, I never once felt like I wasn’t safe or she wasn’t in total control. The faster she drove, the harder I got. Daisy was lightning in a goddamn bottle.

When we’d gone at least ten miles on the back road without seeing anything but trees and a few cows, I asked her to pull over. Even that she made into something wild, slamming on the brakes and executing a perfect three hundred and sixty degree turn before coming to a dead stop. She grinned over at me proudly before pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car in park.

“Nerves getting to you?” she teased.

I shook my head as I leaned over, cupped the back of her head and kissed her like a madman. We were all teeth and tongue, the kiss damn near brutal we were both so desperate. She pulled away just long enough to turn off the engine and unhook her seatbelt. As soon as she was finished, she went back to kissing me and started clawing at my jeans, rubbing her hand over my cock as I groaned into her mouth.

After a few desperate minutes of kissing me wildly, she ended it and took total control. I gave it up without a peep as she first unhooked my seatbelt and then unzipped my pants. When she got my cock out, she licked her lips before getting on her knees in her seat and bending over the console to take me in her mouth. The hot wet heat of the inside of her mouth was fucking everything.

It took some doing as far as maneuvering went, but I managed to get my arm out so I could grab the hem of her skirt to pull it up over her ass. She moaned around my dick as I slid my hand into her bikini panties.

I growled low in my throat as my fingers slid over her wet heat. The undeniable proof that my girl liked to suck cock was a serious turn on. I’d never realized how fuckin’ hot it would be to have a woman get off on having a mouth full of dick.

Her position over the console had to be uncomfortable but she didn’t seem to give one bit of a fuck. She slurped and sucked at my dick like it housed an elixir she desperately needed and her fingernails scraping gently over my balls made me want to fuck her into oblivion. As she was giving a blowjob for the ages I was busy rubbing her clit, loving how wet she was making my fingers. When she popped her head off my cock and sat up, I growled low in my throat.

“Get on my dick,” I ordered.

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Anti Stepbrother By Tijan ♥ Excerpt Reveal

Excerpt

The sun shone into the room, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. I didn’t recognize the king-size bed, or the black sheets, but then Caden walked past the open door and all the memories flooded into place.

I slept at his place.

I glanced around the bed… I slept in his bed!

“Your alarm’s about to go off in ten minutes,” Caden called from the doorway. He had a cup of coffee in hand and wore only jeans.

I tried to keep my eyes front and center, but I lost. The tattoos were a nice little zig-zag pattern, pulling my gaze down, all the way down. Caden’s slow, smooth chuckle told me he knew what I’d just done. My cheeks only warmed a little.

I shot him a look, falling back to the pillow. “I feel like this should be the first skip day of my school career.”

“You’ve never skipped before?”

I shook my head, rolling it side to side on the pillow. “Am I missing out? Should I embrace my inner deviant?”

He smirked. “You can skip a class for any reason in the world. It’s your life.”

I sat up, eyeing that coffee. “You were supposed to be the bad influence.”

His eyebrow lifted. “I’m not selling it enough?” He lifted his cup. “You want some coffee?”

“I’m wondering if today is the day I try coffee too.”

“You’ve never had coffee?”

“I’m beginning to think I’m lame.” I thought about it. “Really lame.”

“You slept at some guy’s house last night. Think of it that way.” His smirk was back. “Not so lame now.”

I could do one better. “I slept at a fraternity house.”

“And you drank beer.”

“It was the second night in a row that I drank beer.”

“See? Not so lame after all.”

“You’re right.” I sat up. “I’m halfway to total badass.”

He grinned. “We cuddled last night, and you could think of it as dry humping. You almost got some last night.”

Except I hadn’t, and we were in the friend zone. Why were my hands curling around the covers into tight balls? I glanced down and forced them to loosen, then shrugged, trying to be the nonchalant badass I was.

“You carried me to bed. Almost the same thing.”

Suddenly, the joking was gone, and his eyes burned. I could feel his heat from across the room, and my body reacted, instantly warming even before he said a word.

“Nothing’s the same as sliding inside,” he murmured after a moment. “The feel of being in there, feeling that clench around you, knowing you can push as deep as you want, as hard or gently as you want. Nope. I’ve gotta step off the joke train for a moment here. Nothing is remotely the same as that feeling.”

Fuck. My pulse spiked.

He tossed me a look. “Maybe I’ll cop a feel the next time.”

I pretended to groan. “One more notch on my badass peg. You better cop a feel next time.”

“Is that all I am to you? A notch on the bedpost? I feel so used, Stoltz.”

Okay. My last name. We were back on familiar ground here. But my grin was still a little shaky.

“Get used to it, Banks. I’m only disguised as this plain Jane. Inside there’s a wild woman just waiting to be let loose.”

He didn’t reply.

He stared at me for a few more seconds, then straightened from the doorway. “There’s nothing plain about you, Summer.”

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell in love with the anti-stepbrother instead?

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He told me to ‘settle, girl.’
He asked if ‘something was wrong with me?’
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?

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I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Captured By Our Addiction By Karen Frances ♥ Release Blitz

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Book – Captured by our Addiction

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Kirsty.

Addiction is something you have no control over.

I would love to say I have control over my feelings for
Michael Smith, but I can’t.

He weakens my resolve.

The longer he stays in my life, the harder it gets to walk
away from him and the more addicted I become.

My dark past makes me guarded where men are concerned …
why is he so different?

Michael.

She is my addiction. I’m prepared to give up my life back
home for her, to make a new life for us together … if she lets me in.

We all have pasts, but hers is stopping her moving forward
in life. A life I’m desperate to be a part of.

When her past comes back to haunt her, could I be giving up
more than my life back home in New York?

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“You know, she’s not the only one who could use some fun in her life,”
Michael whispers leaning closer to me. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck
stand up. It’s been a while since a man had this effect on me. Closing my eyes,
I suck in a deep breath.

“Are you insinuating I don’t know how to have a good time?” I ask him as
my eyes flicker open to Libby and Alex.

“Those two wouldn’t notice if you and I started making out, here and
now.” Making out, who even says that? I want to laugh, but I also don’t want to
draw attention to us.

I put my hand on his thigh and slowly run it toward his groin. Keeping
my eyes on him, I watch as his blue eyes light up in amusement. Testing and
teasing him. My hand stops when I feel his erection in his trousers; it turns
me on, but I pull my hand away before I do something I will regret. Yes,
Michael and I are going to get along. He is just the type of man I could have
some fun with. Lots of fun with no strings attached.

“Oh, I know how to have fun, but I don’t think you have what it takes to
have fun with me.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart, I’m sure I have all the right
equipment and it’s all in working order. I know you and I could have a lot of
fun together.”

I turn away from him before either of us says anything else. But, I have
to agree with him, he is just the type I could have fun with. A lot of fun
with.

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Vein Of Love By R. Scarlett ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Vein Of Love

Author: R. Scarlett

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: August 16, 2016

Synopsis

Three centuries ago, Molly Darling’s ancestors signed a contract in blood—daemon blood—to protect themselves from harm. On the eve she turns nineteen, Molly leaves for her birthday party against her parent’s wishes, sick of their warnings about her “betrothal to a demon.”

Except that she’s very much betrothed, and he’s very much a demon—one who’s only agreed to the nuptials to steal Molly’s ancient daemon powers. Brash, arrogant, and built like a Greek god, Tensley Knight keeps showing up to save Molly from otherworldly attacks, only to insult her a moment later.

As Molly learns more about the demon world, she realizes two things: that her family’s safety depends on a successful marriage, while any chance of freedom she’ll ever have calls for Tensley’s demise.

Yet sometimes Molly spots a tortured soul beyond those liquid grey eyes, and there’s no denying the way her skin tingles when Tensley touches it. In Vein of Love, safety requires sacrifice, foe becomes lover, and one must decide whether to kiss…or to kill.

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Her fingers caught his tie, and he froze, startled by her brave actions as she tightened the fabric around his neck. “If anything happened to her, I don’t know what I would do.”

So you wanna play “who’s in charge”, sweetheart?

His lips quirked, and he touched both her hands. “Is that a threat, Ms. Darling?” He’d show her who was in charge; he’d throw her on the bed and devour her—pleasurably, of course. His fingertips skimmed the hollow of her wrist. “Because I expect people who make threats to follow through.”

Her hands retreated. “Do I look like a threat?”

He half-smiled. She had no idea how much of a threat she actually was to him. How, if he let her in, she could control him, just like that human seductress had controlled his brother.

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R. Scarlett lives in a small quaint town in Southern Ontario, Canada and has an unhealthy obsession with mythology and romance.

From studying English literature and minoring in History, she loves losing herself in a good book and snuggling up to her Brittany Spaniel. When she’s not writing or plotting a delicious novel, she can be found hanging out with friends and family, going on long car rides, exploring small towns, or watching reruns of Sex and the City.

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Something To Believe In By Ella Fox ♥ Excerpt Reveal

Excerpt

Prologue

Rock bottom was an alley in New York City where I, a strung out junkie asshole, pissed myself and twitched like a bitch as I lost control of my body. It seemed fitting considering how I’d lost control of everything else. My path had always been leading me to a busted piece of concrete beside a filthy dumpster of rank smelling garbage.
For me, being a junkie was all about one thing—the fucking sound that defined my life. It was a return to home, but getting there was a raging bitch with sharp claws and razor-like teeth. It hurt like a motherfucker and broke what was left of my spirit piece by miserable piece, but I did it anyway. Pay to fucking play, I thought. Honestly, back then I’d have shot up battery acid if it meant I’d have five goddamn seconds of peace.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
I could feel my heartbeat of course, but when I was high, I could hear it, too, thump-thump-thumping in my ears. It was a steady series of bass notes that reminded me of better times. Of home. Of safety and laughter. Later my home became the stuff of nightmares, a prison of terror and mind-fucking cruelty that could never, ever be forgotten. That part of my life I was able to tap into without drugs, since it lived and breathed inside of me every minute of every day—until I started shooting up. Once that shit hit my veins I’d cruise to numb before floating off. It fucking sucked, especially the aftermath, but those few seconds of nothing were like an oasis in the desert of my life. It was killing me, but I didn’t care. Of course, I’d been banking on my lifetime not being very long at all.
Which is why I wasn’t even a little upset as I twitched on the sidewalk and sensed death hovering over me.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
I hadn’t just raced toward my own demise; I’d also been busy inviting it in. Hell, I’d all but sent out engraved invitations and by my estimation, death had been passing me over for far too long.
As I twitched on the pavement, ready to have it all be over, I felt something around me shift.
I knew she was there because I’d smelled her Loves Baby Soft perfume. When she spoke, she was right next to me, close enough for me to feel her hand when it covered mine. I also felt her head as it set down on my chest, just over my heart.
“I love this sound,” she murmured.
For a moment, her sweet voice warmed the coldest place inside of me. My eyes were at half-mast as I tried and failed to let her know I remembered how much she loved the sound of a beating heart. It wasn’t something I could ever forget.
“Dad always said the rhythm of the heart was musical.”
My heart, which I imagined was like a sandbox made of broken and worn down glass, cracked in my chest. I wanted to respond, but words were too difficult to form. My tongue wouldn’t cooperate.
“I know what you’re doing, and you have to stop,” she whispered. “This isn’t okay. It’s almost too late.”
God, I hoped so.
Ba…dum.
Ba…dum.
Ba…dum.
“It doesn’t sound good.”
She was right. The sound was slow and unsteady. I heard the concern in her voice, but couldn’t find it in me to care about the state I was in.
She expelled a heavy sigh.
“What’s coming is going to hurt,” she warned.
I dealt in hurt the way some people dealt cards, so threatening pain was laughable. I was on a first name basis with it, which meant it didn’t scare me in the least. It had been years since I’d felt anything consistently other than agony. I tried to fake it sometimes, tried to pretend I was experiencing happiness—but when I was alone, all of the subterfuge disappeared. I wasn’t happy and I didn’t see how I ever could be.
Not with what I’d seen.
Not after what I’d lost.
Ba.
Dum.
Ba.
Dum.
Ba.
Dum.
The rhythm of the beat was gone. In its absence was a series of discordant thumps without rhyme or reason.
Suddenly, light surrounded me. I was relieved because it surely meant my hell was almost over. I wasn’t even a little bit sad. The light brought no warm feeling with it, and I thought I heard terse sounding voices, but I didn’t let it upset me. Everyone knew when you saw the light, you were meant to go toward it.
Finally, I thought, I was going home.
“It doesn’t work this way,” she told me. “Doing this—you don’t get to go where you want to go. It’s not your time.”
I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t open my mouth. Why wasn’t it ever my time? Why couldn’t I make the choice?
“Nothing can change what happened,” she said firmly. “Stop trying to check out of life, Tyson.”
My mind was screaming in agony and I wanted to tell her she didn’t know what it was like to have gone through what I did. She didn’t know how it felt to be so horribly alone.
“I’m always with you,” she assured me. “We all are. Stop chasing death and start living—if not for yourself, then for me. For us.”
I think I whimpered then, like a small boy hiding from monsters beneath his bed.
“Help is here,” she announced.
I felt her lips against my cheek, and it made me want to cry. I didn’t want help—I needed it all to be over. It felt like the end was close—I couldn’t hear my heartbeat anymore.
“You’ll never see me again if you don’t fight,” she told me. “Stop trying to kill yourself and realize that life is a gift.”
If I’d been able to, I would have cursed. It sure as hell didn’t feel like a gift to me.
“Because you’re letting the pain win,” she said sadly. “This is your last chance. Take it.”
I wondered how she knew that, but then I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts since my body felt like it was on fire. Pain slashed through my veins like razorblades being chased by molten lava, and no area of my body was immune. Even my eyelids felt dry and scorched. I wanted to scream my lungs out, to beg for it to end, but I couldn’t move. The Loves Baby Soft smell of her faded away, replaced by an acrid stench that burned my nostrils.
I thought I was in hell. Regardless of whether I could go home or not, I didn’t think I had the wherewithal to withstand the amount of pain ricocheting through my body like a thousand bullets. My ribs and chest hurt so badly, I wished I could just stop feeling. I’d foolishly believed my utter lack of care or concern about my life meant death would be easy.
It wasn’t.
Death, I found, was brutal business.
The torture seemed to last an eternity and through it all, I was unable to communicate. My eyes stayed closed, and my mouth wouldn’t form words. I couldn’t even lift a hand. If I’d been able to, I would’ve shoved whoever was touching me far, far away. Being fried from the inside out was hell on earth and I wondered why the fuck it wasn’t stopping.
How the hell could she have called what was happening to me help?
Right then the only thing I knew for sure was that if being helped hurt that much, I preferred to go without the aid.

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A rock star with millions of adoring fans.

A country girl with a broken heart.

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Leader By L. Ann Marie ♥ Release Day Blitz

Book – Leader (Princes of Prophecy 3)

Author – L.Ann Marie

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Little Ben Knight was
destined to be a leader from the minute he was born. He grew up learning how to
be a good Brother in an MC that believed in making life better in their
community while living their dream by their rules.

It wasn’t always easy but he had good role
models and a President that had a vision of a Brotherhood to be proud of. He
learned how to fight gangs. He learned how to protect their women. He learned
that everyone is useful and worth the same no matter gender or disability. He
learned what ‘all in’ really means.

Little Ben learned what it means to be a
Brother and how to protect that belief. With his own Club he protects those
beliefs with a vengeance. Giving people the ability to live their lives, the
same way he grew up, is what he lives for.

No drugs, no gangs and no human trafficking is
what he fights for. Maintaining it is an everyday battle. He’s reached his goal
but life at the top can be lonely. He has known Lily was his for his whole
life. Now he needs to convince her. Lily has heard it all her life but steps
back demanding that same equality that Little Ben fights for for everyone else.
When will he be hers?

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The men fight for right in every book. Yes they kill people. Yes they shoot at
the bad guys feet to cause them pain. Yes they throw tampons at each other
regularly.

That being said, they do these things while stopping human trafficking,
bringing their Club into legitimate businesses, fight gangs to keep drugs away
from their town and kids, keep women sheltered safely while trying to stop
domestic abuse. These are men that don’t leave a Brother behind. They don’t
treat women as possessions and they don’t cheat. Respect takes on an honorable
meaning. Women and kids are cherished. Everyone is looked out for.

L. Ann has made the perfect Club, tackled the taboo subjects and made it easy
to imagine living in a world where your protection comes from the SEALS and
Bikers.With readers writing about rereading the series over and over, she feels like
she’s told her characters stories in a way that would make them proud.

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Talk To Me Series by S.L. Scott ♥ Cover Reveal

Because first love deserves a second chance

Standalone Contemporary Romance

From the New York Times Bestselling Author of The Resistance comes TWO sexy and funny standalones.

Dirty Talk will release on September 1st.

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One month.

One movie.

One shot at a second chance.

I fell madly in love at first sight with Jane Lewis.

The girl with bright blue eyes, a pretty smile, and great ass owned my heart. I thought she was happy with the status quo, but ten years later, I foolishly let her go. Despite dating other women, no one compares to my first love. We are meant to be together, and I’m going to try my damnedest to convince her of that.

Luke Anders tricked me. The deal was sealed before I knew he was behind it.

We agreed to be just friends. Simple. Easy. But it’s not just the weather that’s hot in Texas. I was a fool to think I could resist him. He knows how to work his charms and those kissable lips, that great jaw, and biceps. We are here to work, but he has become downright distracting.

I’m strong. I can handle one month of his flirtatious sexual torture. But if I happen to fall in bed with that sexy bastard for a night, or three, does that make me weak? Asking for a friend, of course.

I guess I’m about to find out when love gets messy, it’s not just the talk that’s dirty.

Blurb

Everything you’ve heard about modeling is true, and you haven’t heard the half of it.

It’s glamorous.

It’s sexy.

And yes, the line between work and reality often blurs.

We’re not just prototypes of perfection. Models have feelings and desires, too. We may be genetically gifted, but we’re still human.

I’m only human. Yes, an extraordinary specimen that earns more in a day than most make in a year, but this eight pack didn’t create itself. I spend hours working on this body. The good looks just come natural. *Winks* Thanks, Mom and Dad.

I’m Danny Weston, Supermodel.

But one path was traded for another when I chose this career. Ten years later, I would trade my career to have it back. To have her back.

Reese Carmichael is the one woman I would give it all up for, and the only one I can’t have. Yet.

Meet S.L. Scott

New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and willing her days away lost in a good book and the movies.

With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the world those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories.

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.

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RETRIEVAL releases on September 13th and will bring readers the first part of this emotional second chance romance.

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Blurb

I proposed on our first date.

She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes.

It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…

Until we got greedy and wanted a family.

It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand.

Finally, we were successful…

Until we were forced to bury our son.

We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.

They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us.

This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine.

The retrieval of my wife and our family.

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Blurb

I fell in love with a man who didn’t exist.

What started out as romance ended in hell.

His words turned to razor blades.

His kisses converted to fists.

His embrace became my cage.

His body transformed into a weapon, stealing parts of me until ultimately….

I broke.

I hated him.

My sole job in life became to protect our daughter.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever escape the prison he’d skillfully crafted from my fears.

Until the day our savior arrived.

This is the story of how I escaped the man who thought he owned me.

The transfer of my life and my family.

Release Date: September 27th

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Meet Aly Martinez

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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Title: Runaway Road

Author: Mira Day

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 13, 2016

Synopsis

Have you ever wondered who was in the car next to you? Wondered where they were going and why? A vacation? Business trip? Or is it someone’s only chance to run away…

Brett Myers needs a change; a soul searching move to another city. Walking in on your brother and girlfriend in bed together will do that. So after two weeks of sleeping on a friend’s couch, Texas is his destination. A new town and a new life. He’s ready to start over.

Mia Brown needs a change; a soul-searching trip to her past. More than ready to leave her controlling boyfriend and life in North Carolina, Mia uses this chance for a fresh start. There’s no plan. Just to hit the road, head out West, and never look back.

When their paths cross on a long stretch of Highway 85, these two strangers will learn just how much they need each other to heal.

Excerpt

“Excuse me?”

She jumps at the sound of my voice, giving me a faint smile that strengthens my resolve to talk to her.

I stick out my hand. “Hi, I’m Brett.” She takes it, timid but firm.

“Mia.”

“At risk of sounding like a creeper, we’ve been following each other since Charlotte.” I lean against the gas pump. Mia takes a look around me and her smile grows.

“You’re right.”

I run my hand through my hair. “I’m going inside to grab a drink. May I get you something?”

She replaces the pump and tightens the gas cap on her car. “Are you trying to pick me up at a gas station?” The humor is dancing in her eyes.

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.” I shrug. “If we’re road tripping, probably not smart to take you to a bar.I mean, I know its not Starbucks, but–”

She brushes her long hair off her shoulder, the corner of her mouth twitching. “A cup of coffee would be great.”

I push off the pump station and turn to replace the pump. We lock our cars and walk toward the store.

“So Mia, where are you heading?”

“San Antonio. You?”

“Austin.”

Grabbing the door, she walks under my arm inside, leaving a trace of vanilla and cinnamon behind. I could breathe that in all day.

I follow her to the coffee machines, noticing her petite frame. Her arms are smaller than they should be and a worry I can’t explain overcomes me.

Without looking at me, she reaches for a coffee pot and pours the liquid into a small cup. “Austin, huh?” I watch her full lips blow the steam across the top and I have to remind myself that I’m in a public place.

“Yeah, looking for a new adventure.” Her eyebrows perk up. I grab a large coffee cup and rip open four sugar packets. Placing the cup under the instant coffee dispenser, I hit the button for the vanilla cappuccino. Out of the corner of my eye, she’s staring at me, mouth open.

“What?”

She blinks. “Nothing. It’s just…that’s a lot of sugar.” She giggles as I stare at my cup. “How do you even taste the coffee?”

She laughs even harder as I scrunch my face. “Ugh! Why would you want to taste that?” Her laugh is adorable and hearty. And contagious.

I stir my cup and lean against the counter. “Don’t judge my coffee.” Chuckles rumbling through my body.I take a sip and tip my head to the snack aisle.

“Hungry?”

“Drinks and dinner? You sure do spoil a girl on a first date.”

“I do what I can.”

We walk around the back side of a rack to the snack aisle. I immediately grab a bag of gummy worms and beef jerky. Mia’s bottom lip is clamped between her teeth, her shoulders twitching with a laugh.

“What?” I give her a glare. “Are you judging my food too?”

“I would never!” Her mock horror has me laughing along with her.

“Whatever. Beef jerky is healthy. It’s protein.”

Her eyes twinkle. “Whatever you say.”

“What are you going to have?”

“Oh, no. I’m good. Maybe just a bottle of water.”

I purse my lips in disbelief as she starts to walk towards the coolers. “Can you grab me one too?” I call. She whips her head around and nods, giving me a small smile that makes me want to stay in this gas station for a long time.

I finally decide on my snacks and realize that Mia isn’t back. I walk towards the coolers looking for her. Rounding the corner, I see her sitting on the floor next to a key chain display, laughing.

“What are you doing?” I squat next to her.

“Sorry, this caught my eye and I just kept reading them. Here.” She hands me one of the key chains. It says “Nothing like a good…” with a close up picture of a peach on it.

I chuckle as she laughs. “Well, they aren’t wrong.”

“I don’t know why I find that as funny as I do.”

I look up, noticing the trucker hats hanging on the wall. “If you think that’s funny—” I grab a red cap with a girl’s silhouette on it on all fours. “Booty hunter.”

Mia throws her head back as I model the hat. “That’s amazing. You look like that fits you perfectly.”

“Well, what can I say. I have a good aim, if you know what I mean.” I wink as her, sending her into another fit of giggles.

Standing up, she grabs a black one that says ‘I’d rather be F___ing.’

“Yep, this is the hat for me.” She adjusts it on her head and turns to model it, giving me the duck face.

“You’ll probably get some attention, that’s for sure.”

“Read the fine print, perv.”

I lean closer, that smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through my senses. “Fishing? Shit, got me.” She laughs, taking the hat off.

“God they have some tacky stuff in here.”

“You seem to be loving it.”

She nods. “Duh. How could you not?” She picks up her coffee and checks her watch. “We might want to get a move on. Burning daylight.”

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”

“Liquid diet right now.” She holds up the coffee.

“So I’ll be prepared to stop in thirty minutes when you have to pee?”

Mia pops my arm. “Or when your stomach turns on you.” She eyes my snack selection.

“I have a steel stomach, Doll.” I pat my stomach as she rolls her eyes.

Checking out, we walk back to our cars.

“I know this is weird, but can I get your number? If we’re heading the same way, might be nice to have someone to talk to.”

Mia nods. “I’d love that.” She hands me her phone as I hand her mine.

“Booty Hunter?” She laughs at the name I put in her phone. I look down at mine and laugh with her. “F***ing Mia? Classic.”

As she climbs into her car, I lean into her door frame. “Go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you. I forgot something in there.”

“Did you forget another candy bar?” Humor dances in her eyes as she teases me.

“Shut it.”

Nervously, she plays with her coffee sleeve. “I can just wait for you.”

I nod and stand back so she can close her door. “I’ll just be second.”

Running back in, I grab the two hats from the wall, along with the key chain. I don’t know why, but I want to collect as many key chains with her as I can.

I nod to her as I climb into my Jeep. I’ll surprise her with them later. An excuse to see her again.

About The Author

Mira Day is a Romance writer, born in the Carolinas with a passion for food. She loves the outdoors, NFL football and exclamation points! You’ll usually find her working, writing or catching up with Friends on Netflix.

Mira has two Holiday Novellas published, Finding the Christmas Spirit and Choking Cupid and her debut novel, Playing House. After Runaway Road, look for her third book, Bourbon and the Midnight Show, coming Spring of 2017.

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Book – Hidden

Author – Amelia J Hunter

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Secrets never stay hidden, do they?

They have a way of creeping into your life when you least
expect them.

Samuel Delaney never expected his secret, his past, his
mother to destroy the man he had fought hard to become.

But when a white envelope with an Irish stamp, containing a
letter handwritten in black ink, arrived on a Wednesday morning, it changed
everything, risking the most important thing in his life – Faye, his soul mate
for the past ten years.

Samuel had boarded a plane thirteen years ago without
looking back. Now, he had no choice but to return and bury his past before it
ruined his future. But he didn’t expect the secrets to run deeper, down to a
rotten root.

Will the discovery of the hidden secrets change him when
Samuel doesn’t want to be changed?

Quotes

“Secrets and lies Samuel, we all have them, some are bigger
than others but most we take to our grave.”

“I swear to god if you look at that door again I’ll bang
your head off the bar counter, Sam.” Kirk shouted at him above the Sunday night
local band that asked to play for free for advertisement. “Will you call her
and straighten out your shit.”

“What the fuck you on about?” Cocking his head back while
pulling a fresh pint.

“Shit man, Faye! I think I prefer you passed out on the bed
than being…. distant.”

“Fuck Kirk, I didn’t know you turned into a girl. That’s
emotional shit you said then, do you have your period too?”

“What is an ideal upbringing now days? Crikey Sam this world
is so fucked up on so many different levels that no one knows what is normal
anymore. What is wrong for some is right for others. That, I guess, is what
makes the world amazing and terrifying at the same time.”

❤

Amelia J Hunter is an indie writer who likes to take her
reader on a journey through her descriptive contemporary romance novels.

Leaving the bright lights of London behind in the early 90’s, Amelia now lives
in the Irish countryside with her family, a good coffee maker and plenty of
talk.

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