Gods of the Highlands by Bambi Lynn ♥ Spot Light Tour

Neala Comyn, wife of a powerful laird, wants to end the pain and suffering of an abusive marriage. She

is a woman without hope, believing God has forsaken her. When she is kidnapped by a rival laird who

claims to be a god himself, her faith is further shaken. Could Lucan Munro be the salvation she has

prayed for? Or will her sins condemn her to eternal damnation?

Lucan Munro, has the power of a Celtic god. He can conjure his heart’s desire from thin air. But can he

save the woman he loves from a demon hell-bent on claiming her soul?

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From his vantage spot he saw her tiny bare feet touch the floor next to the bed. He crawled backwards

in the opposite direction. She rushed across to the table beneath the window and began an onslaught of

such proportions, he wondered again where she found the strength. He opened his mouth to speak, but

thinking better of it, clamped it shut again. She appeared completely without reason, lost in her heated

rampage. Perhaps it was best to let her calm down on her own.

“Ye gorbellied,” she threw the box containing his seal, “toad-spotted,” then the ink vial, “malt worm!”

ending with the empty food tray that crashed against the tub only a breath away from his head.

Lucan had had enough. He was laird of the mighty clan Munro. He was not about to let some slip of a

lass make him cower in his own chamber. He rose from his hiding place wrapping the plaid around his

waist as he did so. “Now see here -”

They both jumped when the door burst open. Lucan turned to see Evie standing at the threshold, her

mouth open wide in surprise. “Get out,” he bellowed at her. The maid barely had the door closed before

the clay pitcher Neala had been about to throw at him crashed against it, shattering to pieces.

He took the opportunity of her distraction to close the distance between them. He wrapped his arms

around her, trapping hers against her body. She struggled like a cat who’d fallen into the burn, cussing

and spitting insults at him that would rival the most battle-hardened soldier.

“Where did ye learn such language?” Lucan fought to control her, ignoring the effect her squirming

against him was having on every inch of his body. He had not been with a woman since well before he

had brought Neala here, and his cock responded eagerly to the pressure against it.

He fought the sensation, recognizing the debauchery in being aroused by a woman so obviously without

her wits. He twisted away, clenching his thighs and trying to fill his mind with thoughts of his long-dead

mother, the repairs that need to be done to the kitchens, his prized mare that was on the verge of

birthing a new foal. Anything to take his mind off the increasing hardening of his body. If only she would

stop writhing against him. He fairly growled when she deliberately pressed her thigh against his groin.

He tried to shield himself, turning his body at an angle, but it was no use.

“What’s yer pleasure t’night, m’laird? D’ye want me to fight ye?” She pressed harder,

painfully against him. “D’ye want me to play the whore?” She reached between them and boldly

grasped his erection in her hand, squeezing it through his plaid and glaring up at him with the look of the

devil. “Is this what ye want?”

Lucan clamped his teeth together, grinding them until an ache developed in his jaw. He would have

thought her a strumpet of some renown if not for the tear that trickled from the corner of her eye and

slid down her cheek. His grip around her waist softened. He reached one hand up to her face, wiping the

single tear away with the pad of his thumb. The gesture only brought more tears. His heart ripped in

half.

“Why did ye save me?” Her cracked voice was barely more than a whisper. “Another month and I would

have been dead.” She closed her eyes and went limp in his arms.

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Tanis: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 3

Tanis Cleary, laird of a small Highland clan, wants to protect what’s left of his family from the pagan god

who hunts them. But even with his colossal strength, fed by the unholy blood in his veins, he cannot do

it alone. His only ally is an insatiable angel with a chip on her shoulder. Will he desert his clan to follow

the only woman who can save him from eternal damnation?

Kiah is an angel of God, tasked with guarding one of His most sacred vessels. Like any woman desperate

to win her Father’s approval, Kiah will stop at nothing to succeed in her mission. Distracted by the lure

of a man more compelling than any other, Kiah soon finds herself battling the fires of hell, her very

existence in jeopardy.

Excerpt

When Tanis spoke, Kiah let his voice wash over her. She nearly wept, so great was her yearning to feel

the vibration of its rich tone, accented with the lilt common among these Highlanders.

The only other time she had heard him speak, he had been bellowing at her. She could imagine what he

would sound like speaking of love play in that sultry voice, whispering her name, expressing his pleasure.

When the others left, Tanis stayed behind. He walked back to stand by the bed, his expression

unreadable as he stared down at the woman ensconced there. He was the finest example of man Kiah

had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, his body was sculpted from years of fighting and living, and

from the influence of pagan blood in his ancestry. He wore his raven-colored hair long and wild. He had

rich brown eyes, windows to his spirit she longed to stare into. He was the kind of man who did

everything with a fierceness that made one long to feed on that essence. He was irresistible.

And dangerous. He had an allure that called to her, despite better judgment. He was proud and

arrogant, every bit her equal. She grudgingly admitted that Tanis was not as weak as most humans. She

recognized that.

He was the kind of man Kiah avoided.

I ken yer spirit, lass. Kiah drew up when he spoke directly to her.

Have ye come to sate yer desire for me? She was as tempted as if Lucifer himself was

standing there. Her wings twitched, anticipating her transformation. But she resisted, easier for her than

these weak humans.

Do ye have sin on yer mind? The urge was almost more than she could hold back. She

reminded herself of her recent failure. She was in enough trouble.

Perhaps ye are afraid of me? ’Tis no surprise. Most lasses flee in fear after just a few days in my

bed. Why should ye be any different?

She could only resist so much. She drifted around the bed and pressed against him. He was tall and

wide. She imagined herself in human form, laying her head against that broad back, wrapping her arms

around him.

Show yourself and learn the true meaning of sin. Kiah moved away from him, prepared to

change into her human form and give in to temptation.

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Sirona: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 2

She has the power to heal his body, but can she heal his soul?

Sirona Cleary tries to hide her unholy healing powers from everyone around her, denying her divine

heritage even as she saves those who would see her punished. When she is kidnapped by a rival clan,

she is sure her execution is near. Rhain Comyn is dying from a mysterious disease, and he couldn’t be

happier about it. After the atrocities he has committed, Rhain believes he has no right to a decent life

and welcomes the ailment that leaves him with unquenchable thirst and hunger, extreme fatigue,

blurred vision and ultimately drives him into a deep slumber from which no healer can awaken him. Can

a witch from the clan of his enemy save him?

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Alone with her patient, Sirona relaxed a little. She crept closer to the bed and leaned over him. Rhain

Comyn was by far the handsomest man she had ever seen. Long, thick lashes, dark as soot, laid against

cheekbones made more prominent by whatever ailed him. She wondered if behind that facade,

softened in slumber, was a cruel bully, equally revolting as his brothers.

Without remorse she realized that if Fergus were lying there instead of Rhain, she would not hesitate to

let him die. She was already damned to Hell, was she not? Everything about her existence went against

God. Saint Peter would never allow such an abomination past the gate. She tried to deny the powers

that marked her a pagan, in the hopes He would not punish her for her tainted blood. But in the end,

she could no more ignore her gift than she could refuse breathing.

What if she defied God and saved this man, only to discover he was the spawn of another sort, evil and

deviant, and she had unleashed him on the world? Was it worth the risk for the promise that she would

be returned to her home? Could she trust that promise?

Sirona eased down on the bed. She took one of his gaunt hands in both of hers. Warmth spread through

her at the touch. Her heart clenched at the possibility she could not save him. She closed her eyes and

let her thoughts fall away, focusing all her energy on the sensation of his skin against hers.

His hand was limp in hers, cold and frail. She sensed his longing for death, born of a sorrow so deep it

seeped into his bones. Tears clogged her throat as she was overcome with profound despair.

What had happened to him to cause such anguish and torment, such hopelessness? She tried to recall

what little she knew of the clan. The Munro had been feuding with them for generations, but it wasn’t

until the laird, Gregor Munro, had been killed, that the hatred and fighting had escalated. Now there

were skirmishes every few months.

Comyn men were renowned for their ruthless brutality. Legend stated they came out of the womb filled

with bloodlust and savagery. Comyn women seldom survived childbirth. The laird’s own sons had been

born to three different wives.

Despite the frailty of their women, the boys grew strong and healthy, populating the clan with a

merciless fighting force. Their only weakness was their small number.

Rhain, the youngest of the laird’s sons, was rumored to be the most ruthless of them all. He had hired

himself out as a mercenary, it was said because there weren’t enough Munros to quench his thirst for

blood.

Sirona shuddered and opened her eyes. Her heart tripped when she found him staring at the rafters

over the bed. She dropped his hand as if it burned and shot to her feet. She took several deep breaths as

she watched him. When he did not move, indeed he did not even blink, she inched closer. “Can you hear

me?” she whispered.

No reaction.

She pressed the backs of her fingers against his cheek. No fever. With one finger beneath his chin, she

gently turned his face toward her until she was in his line of vision. She stared into rich brown eyes,

windows to a deep, dark abyss that promised endless suffering.

“Rhain?”

His eyes focused on hers when she whispered his name.

“I’m here to help. Can ye speak to me?” His eyes wavered back and forth between hers. “D’ye want

something to drink?” She surveyed the room for the first time. Near the hearth stood a table, laden with

food and drink. She crossed to it and poured a cup of water from a flagon.

Returning to the bed, she sat next to him and slid her free arm beneath his shoulders. With her help, he

sat up enough to the drink from the cup she held for him. When he’d drained it, he fell back, what little

strength he had depleted from the exertion.

Sirona cradled him against her. She brushed silky locks from his face and spoke to him in a soothing

voice. “I need you to tell me what you feel. Do ye ache?” He was weak, but did not seem to be in any

pain. She cast relief over him just the same. “Can ye speak to me?” she asked again.

He seemed to be trying to say something, but his voice was so faint, she had to lean close to hear him.

His breath was warm on her ear, but sent a cold shiver down her spine.

“Let-me-die.”

Camulus: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 1

Camulus Vass wants a simple life, absent the power and responsibility that can consume a man. But

being laird of a clan as large as the Munro does not offer such luxury. Always under the domineering

heel of his uncle, Cam has allowed himself to become a pawn. But the arrival of a mysterious newcomer

awakens a beast within him that will not be tamed.

Màili has been given the task of rooting out the spawn of an ancient god. It’s the only way to take her

revenge against the man who betrayed her. But getting what she wants means taking the life of the man

she loves. Will her hunger for a mortal man wreak further havoc on her already bleak future?

FIRST KISS:

Cam pulled the linen from his shaggy, ebony mane and locked his rich brown eyes, glistening with

excitement, on hers. He stepped out of the tub, dropping the linen to the floor. “Come to me, woman.”

Cam wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He claimed her mouth with his,

prying her lips open and invading her with the sweetest tasting tongue she had ever known.

Màili lost herself in that kiss. The power of it sent jolts of pleasure to every pore in her body. She tingled

all over, her senses melding until she could no longer remember anything other than the man before

her. She kissed him back with all the self–pity of a woman who had been betrayed by love and yearned

to get even a piece of herself back.

The power of her desire for Cam surprised her. Màili was certainly no stranger to the ways of men and

women. She had learned a lot over the centuries. This was the first time she had found anyone she

thought could teach her anything. A nagging possibility tickled the edge of her thoughts, but she pushed

it aside.

Màili dragged her mouth from his, nibbling along his jaw and across the pulse at his throat. With her

hands on his chest, she urged him back toward the bed all the while trailing her lips, her tongue down

his body. He tasted like nectar and all Màili could think of was more, more, more.

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Author Bio:

Yes, Bambi is my real name.

I grew up on a farm in South Georgia. My high school was very small with a graduating class of less than

100 people. Shortly after high school, I met my wonderful husband who took me to Belgium, where a

three-year tour turned into fifteen. While living in Europe, I nurtured my love of all things medieval. I

often get homesick for Belgium, but with the world wide web, I’m home with the click of a mouse. I now

live with my husband and son in North Alabama.

When not plugging away at my keyboard, I teach World History. I love to ride my big, black Tennessee

Walker, Jamaica. My husband and I each have a Harley to go with our collection of classic cars and hot

rods.

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Warning- This book contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.

Captain Jade Elliott of the United States Army spent her entire career working her ass off to get to this point and she couldn’t be more proud. She’s gained notoriety through her actions as well as the respect of her team. She’s one of the first women to graduate as a Ranger and has been called to serve on a secret mission. So why is she about to do something that could throw that all away?

Kaleb Maverick has been called to act as Commander for a vital mission and has done his research. He knows his team very well, in fact he hand selected them. He’s retired, but still very active in the private sector, leading his personal team to countless successful missions. Now he’s going back for one last mission.

What happens when his mission is to get the girl? What if she’s not ready to be captured? Their chemistry is explosive and the heat is intense, but can Maverick come back with his head held high or will she be the first mission he fails?

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Loyalty, Duty, Honor, Respect, Courage, and Integrity… Those are six of the seven cores embedded into a soldier’s brain when you enlist in The United States Army.

I remember like it was yesterday, placing my hand on the bible, while holding my other hand high along with my head, turning my life over to protect my country. Only, it wasn’t yesterday, it was eight long, tortuous, agonizing years ago.

My reasons for thinking agonizing have nothing to do with the Army. I live it. I breathe it. My life is consumed by it because it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

It’s agonizing because here I stand in complete darkness as one of the first women to graduate from The Army’s Special Ranger’s School. Agony may be a harsh word to use. However, no one was more relieved than I was when the law was lifted a few years ago and women were notoriously approved to serve our country in day-to-day ground combat roles. Our nation has come a long way in allowing equal rights to women. It’s about fucking time.

For two months I trained, barely slept, and pushed my now well-defined body to the brink of exhaustion. My dream is now a reality and my right to be here is embedded into my soul.

My mental stability was pushed to the limits, physical strength tested to the point of pain so excruciating that I was ready to give up, surrender, and dare to show them weakness, but I never did. I would’ve died first.

With the help of a fellow Captain, I pushed harder, became stronger, and passed. Yet here I stand, ready and willing to throw my dream away, all for a simple quick fuck. It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought about doing in my life and god help me, I can’t control it, nor do I want to.

I’ve been in the desert a little over a month now, lucky enough to have been given the same orders as that same fellow Captain who encouraged me all those months ago to press forward and prove to myself and everyone else that I could live my dream and become who I wanted to be.

Captain Beau Harris and I have been flirting, eye-fucking each other since we first re-connected in this shit-hole country. Both of us pissing the time away while we wait for our Commander to arrive so he can deal out our orders. I crave the day we get to go behind enemy lines and destroy a substantial military target. It’s a mission that should have been started weeks ago. The higher ups have been tight-lipped and they’ve been pissing me the fuck off.

Hence, the reason I need sex. I’m not a slut; in fact, I’m far from it. But hell, after training and now waiting for someone who should’ve already been here, I’m sexually frustrated. My pussy needs attention. It needs to be pounded, fucked, and filled with a great cock before I lose my mind.

So that brings me to core number seven… Selfless Service. That’s the one I’ve mastered. Everything I do is for my country or for my subordinates. I don’t do anything for me, it’s just not allowed. Well, tonight I’m feeling selfish.

I’m Captain Jade Elliott of The United States Army and I’m about to break every single one of the seven cores I pledged.

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After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the international best-selling author of the Rebel Walking Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, and Six.

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Snared By L.L. Collins ♥ Blog Tour

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BEAU has never known a good life, only the torment that lives inside his head every day. The only way to block out the darkness that shrouds him is through the rhythmic beat of his drums. Knowing what happens when he opens up to anyone, Beau buries his pain deep inside, keeping it all to himself.

APRIL has lived a life of wealth and privilege, full of love and support. Her only insight into what it’s like to have a rough life is through her work with foster children. When she meets Beau, it starts as a challenge to get through to him but quickly turns into much more than either of them bargained for.

TOGETHER, they are mismatched, ill-fated, and COMBUSTIBLE. But when their connection is challenged by the collision of past, present, and future, will they be snared by love…or circumstances?

I perched on the chair next to him. He started tapping on his legs again, and I moved my hands so they were over his. He immediately stopped. “Show me.” His hands were still for a few beats too long, and I figured he wasn’t going to do it. I was about to move when he put the drumsticks in my hands and began moving, tapping a rapid beat I’d never remember.

I turned my head so I could watch his face as he played my hands with his drumsticks. With my face so close to his, I was able to study the tattoos on his neck, the short dark hair on his beard, his nose ring, and his incredible eyes. They were so dark they looked black, but they were the one part of him that showed expression.

His hands stilled as he realized how close I was to his face. Beau slightly turned my way. My hands were still under his, clutching his drumsticks like they were the last lifeline I had. They just might’ve been. My eyes scanned his flawless face. He had the most beautiful skin, and I wanted to touch him again. My eyes flitted to his lips. God, what it would be like to press my lips to his, I could only imagine.

“Did you…keep your drumsticks?” I felt his warm breath against my lips, and I shuddered. Tingles spread from my spine down to my toes and back again, making goose bumps break out on my skin. I wanted nothing more than to grab him and show him exactly why he should want to get to know me better.

I licked my dry lips and nodded my head. “O-of course. I told you I’d save them forever.”

He nodded. His thumbs caressed my hands and I froze, wondering if he knew what he was doing and afraid if I moved he would realize it and stop.

“You’re so handsome.” My legs shook as adrenaline coursed through my body. “There’s nothing better than seeing you doing what you love.”

Beau’s eyes searched mine as if trying to read into what I said. Of course, he didn’t believe me. Why would he? I knew from experience kids who had been abandoned never quite got over the belief that nothing they did was good enough or would bring back the people they loved. He was no different.

But I had to keep my mouth shut because that’s what had gotten me into trouble before with him.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss Beau, to show him with my mouth what I couldn’t say in words. But I was terrified of what his reaction would be, and after the stress I’d been under over Robbie, I didn’t think my fragile psyche could handle one more thing.

One of Beau’s hands moved, and I knew the moment was over. He’d want me to get away from him now. But instead, I felt his hand touch the side of my face like I’d done to him on the rooftop deck.

“You…” Beau cleared his throat. I could physically see how hard this was for him to do. “April.” It came out a strained whisper, like it physically pained him to say my name. I didn’t want him to hurt because of me.

“It’s okay,” I said, putting my hand over his on my face. “You don’t have to talk. Just know I’m here, all right?”

He shook his head, moving his hand and entwining our fingers together. Then he shocked the hell out of me and kissed my palm, his eyes never leaving mine. “You…smell incredible,” he whispered against my skin. “You’re…beautiful. So beautiful.” If I hadn’t been listening to every syllable like they were the last sounds I’d ever hear, I might’ve missed what he said.

But I’d heard every damn one of them.

Beau stood, his fingers still linked with mine. He leaned over and brushed his lips against my cheek, stopping at my ear. “Stay after the show.” He dropped my hand and stepped around me, but I was frozen in place. Desire pulsed through my body like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and the biggest smile broke across my face.

Beau Anderson had kissed my hand. And my cheek. He’d asked me to stay after the show.

I thought my head just might explode right off my body.

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Inevitable Love By JC Santo ♥ Blog Tour

Inevitable Love by JC Santo

Series: Navy Love

Genre: Military Romance

Tour Dates: March 9, 2016

Sometimes the things we fight hardest against are inevitable in the end.

Hunter Stevenson wasn’t interested in wasting nights with bed warmers, he had a daughter to take care of and a life to build. Leaving behind the mother of his four year old child and her incessant partying, Hunter moves closer to his family to help provide Sawyer some stability.

Tessa Daniels didn’t share the ‘typical American dream’ like most girls. A husband, 2.5 kids and a white picket fence weren’t the things she wanted for herself. She had a plan laid out, which included a career in the Navy and being surrounded by her best friends. She was perfectly content with her carefree, fun lifestyle and her casual relationships, but all of that changed when she met him.

What neither of them expected was a nosy brother and best friend with some serious matchmaking skills. The two have an instantaneous pull towards one another, they can’t fight the spark even though they both do. Until one drunken night, Tessa throws herself at Hunter, only to face an agonizing rejection. However, Hunter’s gentlemanly facade doesn’t last with the sassy sailor girl, his alpha attitude quickly emerges in the midst of their sexual tensions.

Hunter refuses to be another one of Tessa’s casual hook-ups, and won’t allow her to run away from the idea of ‘them’. No matter how many obstacles stand in their way of a happily ever after. Now he must convince Tessa that their inevitable love is worth fighting for.

Can their newfound love survive the stress of an impending deployment and Hunter’s past pushing it’s way back into his life?

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Excerpt

What the fuck am I going to do without her for eight months? And Sawyer, God, Sawyer’s already so attached to Tessa, how is her leaving going to affect her? This is why I haven’t done relationships in so long. Everything becomes ten times more complicated when you add a child into the equation.

This girl has completely wrecked me. I’d love nothing more than to pick her up and carry her back to my house and never let her leave. Damn her career. Damn this deployment. I just want to be with her.

I already knew it, but laying here with her tonight confirms it, I can’t live without Tessa Daniels.

Author Bio

JC Santo is a true southern girl born and raised in Central Texas. Until her husband’s Navy career sent them to Norfolk, Virginia. That’s where she has been for the past 5 years being a wife and stay at home mom to 3 boys. In the rare occurrences she gets free time it’s usually spent reading a good book. Three things she will never turn away are tattoos, cupcakes and arbor mist!

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Title: Hooker (L.A. Liaisons, #2)

Author: Brooke Blaine

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 9, 2016

Synopsis

Whoever said singles were missing out by not finding true love and getting married before the age of thirty had never experienced the sheer pleasure of nightly romantic comedy viewings in their underwear while eating one of Licked’s famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesn’t get better than that.

At least, it doesn’t for Shayne Callahan. It didn’t take more than a handful of broken hearts after college to solidify that she was better at pairing up those around her than herself. As a matchmaker at the elite HLS—Hook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Company—in the City of Angels, she has a knack for finding the other halves of even the most eccentric clients:

Sugar daddy with a foot fetish? Gross, but no problem.

A severe case of nudophobia? Match made before lunch.

But even the most happily independent of women can find their best-laid plans screeching to a halt when they meet that guy. For Shayne, that guy comes in the form of boyishly handsome, suspender-lovin’, dimple-poppin’ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (we’ll get to that later) Metro ride.

Of course, relationships can never be easy. Before the destined lovers can ride off into the sunset, they must overcome a power-hungry and sexual-punning boss, a celebrity scandal and cover-up, and let’s not forget Shayne’s dreadful foot-in-mouth disease—with which there can never be a happily ever after.

Will fate throw Shayne a freakin’ bone? Or will she be destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.’s finest Hooker (upper)?

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“Hi,” I managed to say.

Nate nodded toward my legs. “Your pants are making me hungry.”

Aaaand that was the point where I stopped breathing. Except to say, “What?”

His eyes trailed down my body and rested on my thighs. Self-conscious, I looked down, almost sighing with relief when I realized my lower half was indeed covered this time, but that feeling went away pretty fucking fast when I saw the ice cream cones on my pajama pants practically flinging themselves at him.

Yes, I’d gone out in public in pajamas, so sue me. I hadn’t counted on running into…well, anybody.

“Oh. Oh yeah, um…I like ice cream,” I mumbled. “Especially from Licked, my friend Ryleigh’s store, although I have to say, her boozy shakes are unreal, especially the Make Me Quake Shake, which has these amazing pieces of those Ferrero Rocher balls in them, and they just give it the perfect amount of crunch so that you—” I stopped and took a breath when I noticed his grin getting wider. I swallowed and then said, “Not that I go there all the time or anything. Because I don’t. I mean, I’ve only been once or twice. You know…to taste test. Actually, I never eat sweets.”

He laughed then, and those penetrating eyes, tinged with more green than brown today, made their way up my body once more, pausing with what looked like amusement at my full hands. Then his gaze was on me and those dimples were out in full force.

“That’s too bad,” he said. “I’ve got a helluva sweet tooth.”

Wait…was he flirting with me? Was that a come-on? Or just stating a fact?

“Yeah, well, in that case your dentist probably hates you,” I said, readjusting the cold-ass meals in my arms. I’d be damned if I let those suckers go now. I’d tied my jacket around my waist, and my thin tank top would reveal a tit-bit more than I needed him to see.

He chuckled at that. Hmm. He had a nice chuckle. And a husky laugh. Both of which made my eyes zoom in on his throat. I wondered if it was as warm as it looked. He must’ve caught me staring, because he coughed, bringing my attention back to his face. His eyes were twinkling something wicked.

“You might be right about that,” he said. “Maybe I don’t like people telling me what to do. Or dictating what I can and can’t put in my mouth.”

My mouth dropped open, but I quickly snapped it shut. This guy was obviously a charmer, and after dealing with guys like him all day, the last thing I would do was fall prey to another arrogant playboy. Nope. Not me. Not gonna happen.

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You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

She is the author of the international bestselling romantic comedy series, L.A. Liaisons (“Licked” and “Hooker), as well as Flash Point and The Desperate Man series. The latter, co-authored with Ella Frank, has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts.

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Hunted By Shalini Boland ♥ Release Blitz

Hunted

Marchwood Vampire Series, Book 3 by Shalini Boland

Genre: Paranormal

Tour Dates: March 8, 2016

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A dark and suspenseful vampire adventure that spans the centuries from modern-day England to the wilds of ancient Scythia.

Maddy and Alex are running scared. The Cappadocian vampires are closing in. But Alex is so busy worrying about the vampires, he can’t see the terrible threat right under his nose…

Something else is hunting Alexandre. Something ancient and powerful.

Be swept away in this heart-pounding tale of ancient legend, star-crossed love and nail-biting supernatural adventure. This is the climatic finale of The Marchwood Vampire Series.

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Tommo took his mug of Cheerios over to his desk and began eating. Over the crunch of cereal, he heard distant fireworks. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, and already people were celebrating the New Year. Why was everyone so eager to get to next year, anyway? Were their lives really so bad that they needed to constantly look forward to tomorrow and next week and next month and next year?

Hold on… that noise? He had thought it was fireworks, but… The hair on the back of Tommo’s neck began to prickle. He realised that the popping sound might not actually be distant fireworks. It might be something a lot closer – like maybe a light tapping at his window.

Tommo placed his mug and spoon down on the desk, and carefully finished chewing the contents of his mouth. From the dark window, his own scared reflection stared back at him. Surely he must have imagined the noise. His apartment was four floors up, and there was no balcony. No tree with branches that could be scraping against the window. But, there it was again. A rhythmic tap, tap, tap.

Tommo pushed himself away from the window, his chair rolling backward over the parquet floor. The tapping had now been replaced by a squeaking sound. What the… Was that a circle appearing on the window? Yes, someone was drawing a large circle on the window with their fingernail! He had to be hallucinating. Maybe the milk was off and he was coming down with food poisoning.

Just then, the circle of glass moved. It tipped out of the window and crashed onto his computer monitor. Tommo jumped up in terror, as the glass slid down and landed with a thud on his desk, unbroken. A rush of frigid air flew into the apartment. Tommo gasped, too scared to run or even scream.

He had to get out of here. He had to leave the apartment. But he hadn’t left the apartment in months. Someone or something was out there in the darkness. An arm came through the empty circle of air. Tommo panted in fear, pushed the chair out of his way and backed up against his front door. Someone was climbing through the window. Coming to get him.

In the blink of a cursor, that someone appeared in front of him, staring down at his face with murderous eyes. Tommo shrank back even further, trying to melt into the wooden door, wishing he had the courage to open it and run away from whoever this was.

‘Who are you?’ he squeaked. ‘What do you want? Take whatever you need. Just, please, don’t hurt me.’

‘Tommo,’ the man said. How did he know his name? This man wasn’t like anyone Tommo had ever met before. He was blonde and pale, with piercing eyes and the whitest teeth. He looked like a character from one of his games. He wasn’t quite a man either. More, a boy. But the scariest boy he’d ever seen. Young and old at the same time. Like an angel, or a devil. Not… human.

‘You had a visitor today,’ the man-boy continued, his voice a hissing whisper. The trace of a foreign accent.

‘A visitor?’ Tommo repeated. He felt as though he was watching himself from above, his mind divorced from his body.

‘Yes. A girl.’

‘She came here, yes,’ Tommo stammered.

‘She asked you to do something for her. But you said no. Why did you say no?’

‘I… I… can do it. If you want me to do it. I can do what she asked.’

‘Now.’

‘Yes, yeah, sure. It… it might take a while, though. A few hours at least.’

‘A photograph has been sent to your phone and to your email,’ the man said. ‘Email back when you find a match for the girl in the photo.’

‘What happens if I can’t find a match?’

The man bent down, so his face was millimetres from his own. ‘Do you see the hole I made in your window, Tommo?’

Tommo nodded.

‘Look at it,’ the man said. He took hold of Tommo’s chin and turned his face toward the window, to the newly made hole. The man’s hand was hard and cold like ice. Not like a human hand at all.

‘I can see. I can see the window, and I can see the hole.’

‘Good,’ replied the man. ‘It’s a long way down, Tommo. A long way down.’

Tommo felt sick. He felt the Cheerios working their way back up his gullet.

‘Remember,’ the man said, letting go of Tommo’s chin. ‘Find the girl in the photo.’

And then the man was gone. Just like that. Gone. And Tommo’s Cheerios finally made a reappearance all over the parquet floor.

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Shalini Boland lives in Dorset, England with her husband and two noisy boys. Before kids, she was signed to Universal Music Publishing as a singer/songwriter, but now she spends her days writing dark adventures (in between doing the school run and hanging out endless baskets of laundry).

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Havoc By Nina Levine ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Havoc

Series: Storm MC #8

Author: Nina Levine

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: March 8, 2016

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Meet Havoc…

I was happy doing my own thing.

No connections.

No demands.

No problems.

Just me, my club and a whole lot of dirty work to take care of.

She never wanted a biker.

She wanted stability and I gave up on that years ago.

We tried to fight it.

Neither of us wanted it.

But she calms my fury and I show her a man who accepts every part of her.

Now we’re trying to figure out how to be together. Because when the need for each other is this strong, to deny it will only cause complete havoc.

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As I stepped through the bathroom doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath.

I stopped and leaned against the wall with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.

Never letting me down, my dick grew hard while I took in her beauty.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.

I wanted to.

Hell, I fucking needed to.

She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s sake.

I’d spent the last few hours going over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.

I hadn’t factored in having her naked body on display the minute I returned.

Shit.

“How long are you going to stand there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look at me.

“Until you get out and let me fuck you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not letting her go.

Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you were done with me.”

“Turns out I’m not.”

She stood and reached for her towel before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried herself off.

Teasing the fuck out of my dick.

I fought the desire to reach out and rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and took what I wanted.

Finally – finally – she finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away.

I lifted a brow. “Are you?”

“I should be. After the way you’ve been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.

Still in this with me.

I unfolded my arms so I could curl my hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should be, but you’re not.”

I feel the same way.

With our faces so close that her breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to satisfy our hunger.

At the first sign of her softening, I tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as hard as our mouths did.

The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and get myself under control.

Resting my forehead against hers, I focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.

Focus.

You’ve got this.

You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.

But I hadn’t.

I’d never fucked a woman like Carla.

Had never been with a woman who stole my control the way she did.

She invaded every fucking sense of mine until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from fucking blue.

“Havoc.”

My head snapped up and I found her staring at me.

Unsure.

“Are you okay?” she asked, lines creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.

I stepped back and let her go. “I need to slow this shit down.”

She stood naked in front of me with an expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half frustration. “What does that mean?”

I wasn’t sure I even knew.

“It means I want you sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might actually explode.

Too many thoughts.

Too many fucking feelings.

I jerked my chin at her and snapped, “Go.”

Her eyes widened a fraction and I pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed. Now.”

“I’m giving you five minutes to get your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.

Thank fuck.

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I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.

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Title : Down To You

Author: Addison Kline

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Brant Edgemont is a divorced father of three, and hopelessly in love with his ex-wife, Holly. He made the biggest mistake of his life walking out two years ago. Despite his pleas to reconnect, Holly still resists him. Is it too late to rekindle their love? Or will Holly move on for good, leaving Brant himself heartbroken and alone?

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Flash Point By Lani Lynn Vale ♥ Cover Reveal

Title: Flash Point

Series: Kilgore Fire Series #2

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: June 2, 2016
Cover Model: Quinn Biddle
Photographer: Furious Fotog

Masen Crisfield fell in love with Booth Jones when she was sixteen years old. Booth was the love of her life. The rock she needed to get her through the day. Then she rips his heart out while he’s deployed, leaving him wondering just what he’d done to warrant something so severe as a breakup that neither of them wanted.

Stubbornness is their middle name, and ten long years pass before either one of them try to breach the gap.

Circumstances force Booth to come home, and within an hour of him being back in his hometown, there she is. Right back in the forefront of his mind where he knows she shouldn’t be.

The day he starts his first civilian job at Kilgore Fire Department, his worst fear of seeing Masen is realized. And not only does he see her, but he sees her with another man. A fellow firefighter that he has to trust with his life.

It soon becomes apparent that they are both still just as much in love with each other now as they were the moment they met. But there’s a problem. Booth’s married, and Masen’s in a committed relationship.

They fight the pull with everything they have, but they’re both about to learn the true meaning of flash point as the two of their lives crash together. Their love consuming everything in its path.

I stared in horror at the rain that started to drip slowly from the sky.

I looked at the Jeep, then contemplated just trying to make it home.

But then the sky opened up once again, leaving me no choice but to throw the groceries into the backseat and start putting the soft top on once again.

Like déjà vu, though, Booth showed at the perfect time and started to help me, not saying a word to me as he did.

And this time, he didn’t even smile at me.

He just finished what he was doing, and started to turn to leave.

And I just…snapped.

“I don’t really know how many times I’m going to have to tell you I’m sorry before you believe it!” I screamed. “My sister was bleeding out of her freakin’ eyes! I was scared and missing you. And I reacted badly to you calling to tell me you couldn’t make it home. So kill me. I’m a girl. Girl’s overreact.”

I was crying by the time I’d finished that statement.

The earth shifted, thunder boomed, but Booth was silent.

I looked up at the man that’d just officially broken my heart, ripped it out and tore it to pieces right in front of me.

He wasn’t crying like me but he also wasn’t happy, either.

He was looking at me like he’d never seen me before.

“And you never tried. You threw us away,” I finished on a harsh whisper.

And some sort of dam broke, and I had Booth back.

Maybe not forever.

Probably only until I stopped sobbing.

But he was mine.

For a few short minutes, at least.

Hard arms wrapped around me and I struggled to get away, but Booth wouldn’t let me go.

He held on tighter, making a cage out of his arms, preventing me from leaving. Or falling.

“Shhh,” he said softly into my hair. “Shhh.”

I didn’t ‘shh.”

In fact, I was pretty loud if the looks I was getting from passerby’s was any indication.

I don’t know how long we stood there. Minutes. Seconds.

But he never let me go.

Not for long, long moments.

He got me into my Jeep, the passenger side, and walked around to the front.

Then he was in and driving away from the grocery store parking lot without another word while I sat in the seat beside him, soaked and crying.

He took me to his parents’ house again, coming around the car and helping me out.

I trudged after him to the front porch and opened it without using a key.

He gestured me inside as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the ground next to our feet.

Then he turned to me.

“I was a dick,” he said. “You called me right before a mission so I had to go,” he answered. “Then I nearly died, and I thought maybe it would be better not to come back. Maybe I’d die over there, and I wouldn’t have to leave you behind.”

I sobbed harder.

His arms went back around me.

The cries tore out of my body so hard that my entire frame shook with the force.

Booth absorbed them into himself, burying his face into the back of my neck and holding on for dear life as the last eight years of torment poured out of my body in a huge, sickening torrent.

“I nearly died eight more times that deployment,” he said softly. “Five of which I actually took a bullet to the body at some point.

“You stole that away from me,” I whispered.

“I didn’t want you to have it,” he said just as softly.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the muscled forearm that was strapped around my upper torso.

There were no tattoos on this part of his body.

I leaned forward and rested my face against his wrist, feeling the pound of his heart that matched the racing of mine.

“You tore me apart,” I whispered to him.

“I didn’t break you. Don’t you know I was saving you?” he countered, his voice a low rasp that played along my skin like a feather.

“No,” I denied.

“Yes,” he said. “If you’d have been with me, you’d have spent all of your time worrying, wondering if this deployment would’ve been the one that took me away for real.

“Honey, I didn’t live a good life. I risked it, time after time, to get many brothers out of the fire. Off the brink of death,” he said.

I shook my head in denial.

“Booth,” I said, turning around to stare up at his eyes. Those captivating orbs that had the power to grip me by the heart and hold on for dear life. “You’ve had me since you left. I’ve never not been with you. I’ve always been yours. Through these last eight years. Through thick and thin. Through you getting married. I was never not yours.”

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Title: Shock Advised

Series: The Kilgore Fire Series #1

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: April 6, 2016

Taima, a.k.a. Tai, is the last person people come to for help. He’s the fuck up…the bad boy…the guy that only looks out for himself.

Which couldn’t be further from the truth.

He’s fought hard to become the man he is today. He’s a hero in the public’s eye. A firefighter that the young all the way to the old turn to for help at the lowest point in their lives.

What people don’t know, though, is that he’s no hero. He’s the reason his sister is dead, and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to right that wrong.

Then one split second decision has him coming face to face with Mia Darling. The woman changes his life, making him reevaluate everything he thought he had figured out, and showing him the tenderness he never knew he needed.

Just like always, though, his luck runs out.

When the smoke settles, Mia’s gone, and Tai realizes there’s no way he can live the rest of his life without her. He’ll show her just how hard a bad boy will fight to get his woman back, and he’s not opposed to fighting dirty.

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Chains By Screaming Mimi ♥ Release Day Blitz

Title: Chains

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When millionaire Justin Wayne finds himself in need of help,
he figured his girlfriend would step up and be there for him; instead he must
turn to his maid for it.

Dava Flores is a single mother, studying for her degree,
just trying to make a life for her and her son, but when she sees Justin in
trouble she doesn’t even hesitate to lend him a hand.

Justin isn’t used to someone helping him out without
expecting something in return, even his gold digging girlfriend.

Will Dava be able to help Justin break the chains his
girlfriend has on him, or will Justin give into her demands to fire Dava, and
give her more money?

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