Friday, September 28, 2018

RELEASE BOOST Title: Cyclone Series: Linear Tactical Series #1 Author: Janie Crouch




Title: Cyclone
Series: Linear Tactical Series #1
Author: Janie Crouch
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 25, 2018



Blurb

He’d protect her from any threat… 
But what if the biggest threat is him?

Doctor Anne Nichols is back in Oak Creek, Wyoming, only because she has no other options. Here, she was always the shy, stuttering girl, invisible to everyone. 

Except Zac Mackay. The very reason she left in the first place.

Zac’s years in Special Forces taught him survival skills, and he’s created a company—Linear Tactical—to teach those skills to others, so they never have to live in fear.

Then why is Annie, the last person he’d ever want to hurt, afraid of him

Zac’s determined to wipe the fear from the eyes of the woman who has never been far from his mind. And fix the mistakes—his mistakes—that put that look there in the first place. 

But a predator has set his sights on Annie. And now survival skills will become much more than lessons…







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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





Excerpt

“I was here a couple of years ago, but only for a day or two,” Anne told Zac, looking away. She had booked a room out of Oak Creek both times she’d dared come back. The thought of staying at The Mayor’s Inn had been too painful. She couldn’t even look at that hotel without feeling sick to her stomach.

And she’d avoided everyone—particularly Zac—as much as possible. Just in case his words about not coming back were still true. She tried to swallow the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Maybe he still felt that way now, even though he hadn’t said anything at the hospital.

“There.” He pointed at her. “That look that just came into your eyes. I saw it at the hospital. It’s like you’re afraid of me, Annie.” He took a step closer and she instinctively one back. One of his eyebrows shot up, letting her know she’d proved his point. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

“No.” Not physically. She’d never worried that he’d hurt her that way, despite having five inches and probably fifty pounds—all muscle—on her.

But he was right. She couldn’t continue living in Oak Creek with them ignoring everything that had happened that night. What had been said. What had been done. Maybe she would’ve tried to, and to avoid Zac forever, if he hadn’t ended up in her ER. 

But the truth was, there weren’t enough bushes in this town for her to jump into. She was going to run into Zac. A lot.

Sometimes all you could do was face the past.

She pulled a breath in. “I’m not scared of you. I mean, I know you would never hurt me physically. For crying out loud, you wrecked your motorcycle rather than hit a dog.” She’d meant for her laugh to seem breezy, but it just sounded stilted. “But yeah, I mean, we can’t pretend like that night never happened. The stuff we did. Stuff you...we said.”

His eyes narrowed. “That night we spent together after Becky died.”

“Yeah. That night.” As if they’d had another. “The bottom line is, I can’t leave here, Zac. No matter what you said then, or even if you feel the same way now.”

He shook his head, brows furrowing. “I don’t expect you to leave. You’re obviously a respected doctor, more than competent. Why would you think I wanted you to leave?”

Some of the tension she’d been carrying since his arrival in the ER began to ease. He was right. Something said in grief and anger six years ago didn’t necessarily hold true all this time later. She was silly for thinking it did. “Okay, well, it’s good to know you don’t feel the same as you did back then.”

He took a single predatory step closer, and she tensed again. “I said something that night to make you think you needed to leave?”

She stared at him, her mouth flopping open like some sort of fish. “You don’t remember what you said?”

Those words would be engrained in her memory forever.

Get out and don’t come back.

He rubbed his forehead. “That whole night is fuzzy for me.”

I can’t even bear to look at you. You just betrayed the only person in this town who ever wanted you here. 

Tossing her naked into the hallway before flinging her clothes at her. 

“What do you remember?” She forced the words past a throat that seemed to have dried up.

His hand moved to the back of his neck. “Honestly, not much at all. It’s sort of a blur.”

She retreated a step from him again. That night had been the most important night of her life. The best. The worst. It had changed the very fabric of her being. 

And it was sort of a blur for him.






Author Bio


USA TODAY bestselling author Janie Crouch writes what she loves to read: passionate romantic suspense.  She is a winner and/or finalist of multiple romance literary awards including the Golden Quill Award for Best Romantic Suspense, the National Reader’s Choice Award, and the RITA© Award by the Romance Writers of America.

Janie recently relocated with her husband and their four teenagers to Germany (due to her husband's job as support for the U.S. Military), after living in Virginia for nearly 20 years. When she's not listening to the voices in her head—and even when she is—she enjoys engaging in all sorts of crazy adventures (200-mile relay races; Ironman Triathlons, treks to Mt. Everest Base Camp) traveling, and movies of all kinds. 


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BLOG TOUR-- "Ruling the Mob" by Author Kristen Luciani.

Title: Ruling the Mob
Author: Kristen Luciani
Genre: Mafia Romance
Publication Date: September 20th, 2018
Cover Designer: Dark City Designs Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:  Fear makes you weak. Weakness gets you killed.
Nico
This life. It becomes more toxic every day. There is no escape for me or the ones I love. I've done things to claim my rightful place. I've taken care of those who challenged that place, and I've made a mortal enemy in the process.
Now he's back, just like I always knew he would be. He's angry, tortured, and out for blood.
Perfect. That's just the way I want him. It'll make pulling the trigger so much more satisfying.
Shaye
I'm a princess. But my life is no fairy tale. It used to be…but that was a long time ago, in a land far, far away. I had it all, until one blood-soaked night when I lost everything I wanted for my future.
Now I feel as if I'm locked in a tower, alone and isolated from the man I love. He's the one who saved me.
But I don't think anyone can save him.
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…
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 “He’s coming. He’s coming!”
“Be prepared. Be ready. Be careful.
“You have a lot of responsibilities, Nico.”
Bits of conversations ricochet off the walls of my mind, eating away at my confidence to uncover an all-consuming fear that lurks inside me like a predator ready to strike.
Because he’s out there. I know it, Dad knows it, the guys know it.
And most of all, he knows it.
Fear makes you weak.
Weakness gets you killed.
I slide out of the passenger seat of my Audi R8, my feet landing on the concrete of my driveway. I slam the door shut and walk the few feet to the front door. Shaye is waiting for me on the other side, hopefully wearing nothing but the apron she uses when she cooks dinner. My stomach growls, but I’m not hungry. Not for food, anyway.
I slide my key into the lock and grasp the brass doorknob, ready to turn, ready to put this day behind me. Each day is just like the last…work, work, work, wonder…work some more…wonder some more. It’s the wondering part that has my brain twisted. I never wonder. I always know.
But this time, I’m a sitting duck, waiting for the hunter.
I don’t f*cking like it one bit, and the loss of control is crippling. And I don’t know how much longer I can bury this shit and hang on to my last shreds of sanity. Sometimes I think these mind fucks are worse than someone putting a bullet in my brain.
I push open the door, but the house is dark. Even the kitchen. One light is on. Upstairs, in my bedroom. Maybe she decided to just order pizza. Later. Works for me. The sooner I can get Shaye naked, the sooner I can dive inside of her and escape all of this other bullshit. Then, it’ll just be us.
The way I wanted it to be.
The way I know it never can be.
I toss my keys into a bowl on the hall table, nearly missing it because I can’t really see it. I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time. Seconds pass and I’m no closer to the top. The staircase looms above me. The faster I jog upward, the faster the steps seem to regenerate.
What the fuck is happening?
I place my hand on the railing, but I don’t feel the smooth wood grain along my palm. Instead, it’s submerged into a sticky, gel-like-liquid…like quicksand. I yank and pull, but it’s useless. My hand is stuck.
I use my other hand as leverage and slap it against the wall. But it slices through the sheetrock, which morphs into the same type of gummy substance. I blink hard at the stairs that seem to lead into the heavens, stairs I can’t even climb because I’m literally stuck to the wall. My heart thumps against my ribcage, blood rushing between my ears.
I can’t move. But maybe I can scream. If Shaye is upstairs, she’ll hear me and we’ll figure this out together. “Shaye!” My mind hears the scream, but my mouth is still closed tight. I try to force my lips apart, but they’re stuck. Just like my body.
“Nico!”
My ears perk up. She’s calling me! She is here! I try again. “Shaye!”
Nothing. Nothing but the shrieks that follow my name. And then…
“Help me, Nico!”
A loud crash follows, along with a sinister laugh.
I know that laugh. I’ve never heard it before, but I know it.
I yank my body left and right, trying to free my hands. Nothing.
“Help! Please!”
Bile rises in my throat. I need to break free. Now. All the preparation, all of the planning…none of it matters. This shit is happening now, and I finally need to reclaim my life. I tug and pull some more as her screams get louder and more desperate. I have to get upstairs now. I can’t see through walls, but my gut tells me exactly what I need to know…Shaye is in danger. It’s knowledge I’ve kept buried for years and unleashed without a solid plan for how I can protect her.
It may be too late…

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Dane by K. Webster Cover Reveal Blitz


Dane

A Taboo Treat by K Webster Publication Date: October 8, 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, M/M, Romance
From USA Today Bestselling Author K Webster, comes a new MM standalone novel! I’m used to being in charge. In the courtroom. In life. In the bedroom. But then I met him. He brings me literally to my knees. Handsome. Charismatic. Sexy as hell. He’s everything I desperately crave to possess. I’m burning to get him beneath me just to have a taste. Turns out, though, one taste isn’t enough. And he’s starved for me too. Two alphas fighting for dominance. He thrives on control and I can’t give it up. A battle of wills. The bedroom is the battlefield and our hearts are on the line.

About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

COVER REVEAL- WINNING WHITNEY by KAT MIZERA


Winning Whitney by Kat Mizera is coming soon on October 25th! PRE-ORDER NOW!

This time he’s playing for keeps... Determined athlete Jake Carruthers is anxious to start over after a failed marriage to his college sweetheart. As the captain of the Alaska Blizzard, he's finally on the road to a drama-free life and focusing on his first love, hockey. The last thing he was expecting is for the beautiful blonde from his past to show up in Anchorage, distracting him with memories of what they shared. Headstrong Harvard graduate, Whitney Sommers walked away from her tumultuous life in Texas and never looked back. A plethora of professional opportunities lay before her, but her secret past holds her back. Running into the only man who’s ever made her want more from life wasn’t part of her plan, but she can't forget the way it feels to be lost in his arms. As Jake struggles to win Whitney’s trust, she teeters on the edge between what has been and what could be. But she’s forgetting one thing: he only plays to win.
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About the Author: Kat Mizera is a South Florida native. Born in Miami Beach with a healthy dose of wanderlust, she’s called Los Angeles, Long Island, upstate New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Atlanta home. She’s never been able to pick which locale is her favorite, but if pressed, she’d probably choose the west coast. Kat’s a typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max). When she’s not writing, she’s either scrapbooking or indulging in her second love (after writing) – traveling. Greece is one of her favorite places in the world. She loves that Athens is a big city with a small-town feel. The food, beaches and culture keep her going back as often as possible. She hopes to retire there one day so she can spend her days writing books on the beach. Kat has been a working freelance writer for nearly 30 years. She sold her first article–a review of a rock concert–for $10 in 1985. Since then she’s been an entertainment journalist, waitress, bartender, legal assistant, food critic, magazine editor, substitute teacher, and sports writer. She also spent some time working at A & M Records in Los Angeles. As you can guess from her series, the Las Vegas Sidewinders, Kat loves hockey. She is also a freelance hockey writer, covering her favorite team, the Florida Panthers, and any other teams that have an interesting story. The rest of the time, she writes novels: sexy, romantic fiction that she hopes makes you as happy as it makes her. There’s something enticing about hockey players and romance… Connect with Kat: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkatmizera/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2lzRBG6 Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorKatMiz Bookbub: http://bit.ly/2li6zRe Website: http://www.katmizera.com

BLOG TOUR---- BEAST BY SC DAIKO



Title: BEAST
Author: SC Daiko
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Mafia Romance/Romantic Suspense



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I’ve been sold by my own father to a beast. 

Gleb Sokolov is the definition of a savage.  
He’s an animal in bed and everywhere else.  
ruthless Russian Mafia boss, badass personified. 

And my father just sold me to him, to pay off a debt. 

But there’s something Gleb doesn’t know… we have a son, 
and I’ll do anything to keep him from finding out.  

Eva Petrenko. 
Sassy, secretive, trouble with a capital T. 
She drives me damn insane. 
Except, when her father offers her to me, I find I can’t resist. 
She belongs with me, even if she refuses to believe it. 
Eva hates me, but I’ll go to the ends of the earth to protect her. 
Problem is, her father isn’t the only one with debts 
and mine are the kind I’ll need to pay with my own blood.




















Without warning, my head starts to spin. Shit, I shouldn’t have drunk that cocktail so fast. I can’t see any signs indicating the bathroom. Maybe I can escape for a few minutes behind one of these doors? I’m not that desperate to pee, just need somewhere peaceful to sit and wait for my brain to clear.  
I step into an office unlike any I’ve been in before. Ritzy, with an executive desk in the center that’s the size of my bed at home. My eyes are immediately drawn to a stack of banknotes on top of the shiny surface. I tiptoe across the room.  
Wow, it’s a pile of one-hundred-dollar bills. 
I pick one up to examine it. 
Surely these can’t be real? 
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” a baritone voice booms. 
The air around me compresses, and I spin around. 
A man in a tux is standing in the doorway, piercing blue eyes glowering at me. He’s so big his shoulders nearly meet the doorjambs.  
And he’s drawn a fucking gun on me! 
“I was looking for the bathroom.” I drop the money back onto the table, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. 
Blue Eyes paces up to me, holsters his firearm and grabs my wrist. “Who sent you to snoop?” His English is good, but I detect a familiar intonation. “Was it Vadim Rayt?” he adds. 
“No one sent me,” I blurt out in Russian. “I’m telling the truth.” 
I try to squirm out of Blue Eyes’ hold, but he pulls me against his rock-hard chest, towering above me and invading my senses with his spicy sandalwood cologne. 
“Let me go.” I struggle and aim a kick at his shin. 
His laugh is scornful. “Not before you give me a better explanation.” 
I bite my bottom lip, trying to come up with something. “I just needed some time out.” 
“Time out? You’ve got to be kidding. The only women who come in here on their own are hookers. High-class hookers who bribe the doorman.” His gaze roves over my body. “Either you’re a whore or a spy. Which one is it?” 
An idea occurs to me. How I can get out of this situation. “I’m a hooker,” my voice purrs. 
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been so blatant… like ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Once I’ve gotten his pants down around his legs I’ll make a run for it. I reach for his belt buckle with my free hand. 
With a groan he lets go my wrist and pushes me to my knees. “You better be good.” 
I’ve never given a blow-job in my life. It wasn’t something I felt I could offer my ex, the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. 
But I’m not gonna suck Blue Eyes off, am I? 
This is only a means to an end. 
I pull down his suit pants, and he releases his monster cock himself. Oh. My. God. There’s a ring-style piercing at the tip. Is that what they call a Prince Albert? I stare at it, fascinated. 
“Like what you see, Kotenok?”  
Somehow, I don’t mind being called kitten by him. 
Mistake, Eva.  
Big mistake. 
Focus on the task at hand… You need to get out of here. 
I jump to my feet and prepare to run.  
But he grabs me by the hair, yanking me against him. “Oh, yes, you are good, little slut. But not as good as you think you are. Time you learned a lesson.” 
He steps out of his pants and drags me over to his executive chair.  
“What are you doing?” I yelp. 
“Punishing you for attempting a fast one. I’m going to spank your ass.” 
“And then you’ll let me go.” It’s more a statement than a question. 
“One step at a time, Kitten. First, I will punish you… then we negotiate.” 









SC Daiko, aka Siobhan (pronounced Shivawn), is an award-winning, international bestselling contemporary romance author. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. 


















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