COVER REVEAL ~ CATASTROPHE QUEEN by Emma Hart

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One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters…

Catastrophe Queen, an all-new hilarious office romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is coming
29th January!

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It’s not you. It’s me.

No, seriously. It is me. Not only does my name literally mean “unfortunate,” but that’s the story of my life.

Everything I touch turns to cr*p. An apartment fire—that I swear I was not responsible for—means I’m living back at home with my s*x-mad parents. Yay, me!

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Cameron Reid to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully, remember to turn off my flat iron once in a while.

Ahem.

On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but the kind of tiny white towel that dreams are made of.

Now, nothing is easy—except our mutual attraction. But he’s my boss, and you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure: unless you do p*rn, it’s just not worth it.

Or is it?

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MEET EMMA

EmmaHart.jpgEmma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.

She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.

Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.

Yes, really. She’s that sarcastic.

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#BRAZILLANT! ~ DAY EIGHT OF A BOOK TOUR BRAZILIAN STYLE

DAY EIGHT

The #Brazilliant adventure tour

starring Jane Harvey-Berrick,

Stu Reardon, Franggy Yanes & GERGO JONAS

with The Gift Box Team,

Roberta and Esther

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HAVE YOU MISSED ANY OF The #Brazilliant adventure tour?

DAY ONE & TWO HERE

DAY THREE HERE & FOUR HERE

DAY FIVE HERE, SIX HERE & SEVEN HERE

🇧🇷 DAY EIGHT ~the #brazilliant adventures

 

The day started with a short session at the gym – very important with the amount of amazing food on offer. I’ve never seen so much bread, cakes, donuts and pancakes available for breakfast. But as I’m a coeliac, I have to watch. Probably just as well.

Stu is militant about healthy eating, as is Gergo. The difference is that Ger follows a plant-based eating plan and has for over a year now. Luckily the coffee shop here has soy milk because he does love his caffeine in the morning.

Today we travelled into Salvador. This city on the sea was founded by Portuguese sailors in 1549. It’s one of the oldest colonial cities in South America. It was the capital of Brazil for over two centuries. It’s home to 3 million people and our guide said there were 365 churches – one for every day of the year 😊

Fran loved photographing the picturesque cobbled streets of the Pelourinho district, famous for its African culture, music and food.

Stu tried the acarajé, a sort of seafood samosa. I had fresh coconut water, straight from a green coconut. Delicious on a boiling hot and humid day.

I left the group briefly to call my husband but was told to stay close. Being blonde and a tourist makes me a target. Hmm.

I made a pilgrimage to the home of romance author Jorge Amado with Carol Dias and Martinha Fagundes.

Amado is best known for his novel ‘Flor and Her Two Husbands’. He died in 2001.

Then it was time to lounge by the pool with Author Andy Collins (pronounced ‘Angie’) and Stu.

More News tomorrow from our #brazilliant adventure when we hit the road again with @thegiftboxbr on my Facebook page and Kindle Friends Forever  or in Portuguese at The Gift Box Blog

 

 

 

ANGELS OF BELLE MEADE by Lindsay Iler is LIVE!

Today we are delighted to be sharing Lindsey Iler’s all-new paranormal romance,
ANGELS OF BELLE MEADE

 

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We govern with broken wings, using fear and beauty as our weapons.
Through inherited traditions, each of us are born to play individual parts in our reign. In previous years, the transition has been calm.
Until our generation is unveiled.
Newcomers step forward to wreak havoc amongst us. Secrets are revealed, loyalties are tested, and the dark truth of our town is forced into the light.
Townspeople, prepare to meet your judge, jury, and executioner.
We are the Angels of Belle Meade.
We’ll be coming for you.

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© 2018 Lindsey Iler   

All rights reserved. 

 
One of the windows looks out over Belle Meade. Every landmark is easy to spot from this vantage point. Main Street lined with cars. Shoppers buzzing in and out of stores. City Hall packed with business suits.Across from us is a telescope. When I move toward it, Edric blocks my path. I place my hand low on his stomach and stand on my tiptoes, knowing it will distract him.“Let me take a peek, Edric.” My lips feather his skin.“Be my guest.” He moves out of my way, and I walk past him, breathing in a lungful of air scented with his cologne. The cedarwood isn’t too strong but enough to grab my attention.I place my eye up to the eyepiece and gasp. I jerk back, only to return for another look.“It’s on my house.”“It’s not what you think.” He wrings his hands together, but guilt doesn’t fall from his face like I half-expect.“Why?”“Why, what?”“Why is your telescope pointed at the Mayor’s Manor? Specifically, why is it pointed at my bedroom window?”

“Curiosity.” He releases a long, annoyed breath.

“You’re a Peeping Tom.” A deep scowl creases my forehead. Edric’s been watching me.

“Call it whatever you want, Lennox. I wanted to look at you, so I did.” He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks.

The news should scare me. His viewing me in secret doesn’t elicit fear, though, and I’m not sure why. I want him to watch me, to see me. Maybe he’ll be the first person who finally does, even if it is in the creepiest way possible.

On the other hand, it’s an invasion of my privacy. “What have you seen?” I ask, because even though I shouldn’t get giddy from the idea, a thrill runs through me.

“Just a girl, who sometimes seems to struggle with who she is. So, she writes in her journal a lot, because it’s the only place she can tell her true fears and desires.” He shakes his head. Is he fearful of what he’ll say next? “I’d give anything to know the secrets you whisper into those pages, Lennox.”
 

 
 

MEET LINDSEY 

Lindsey Iler has had her feet planted in the state of Michigan since she was born and she still lives there with her husband and four kids.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with family and friends, listening to music, reading (obviously), and hopefully just enjoying every moment in life. She has a twisted sense of humor and tends to speak honestly.

Lindsey writes mature young adult/new adult contemporary romance. She falls in love with every character that pops into her head and is notorious for writing long chapters in her notes on her iPhone. It’s embarrassing how many started/unfinished projects are on that thing. She finds inspiration from music and the people around her.

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BAD REPUTATION by S.L. Scott is now available!

Today we are thrilled to be sharing S.L. Scott’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, Bad Reputation

 
 

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Being bad never felt so good.
 
I fell for Ally the moment I saw her. Who doesn’t like a confident, intelligent woman with curves I could spend days exploring?
 
Who am I kidding?
I have.
Many times.
 
Our story ended abruptly when she left like we weren’t meant to be. We are. So I’m calling her bluff. That’s how I ended up thousands of miles from home, standing next to a man who claims to be her fiancé.
 
Being good has never felt so bad.
 
When it comes to a successful man with an incredible body and biteable jaw aka Hutton . . . let’s just say willpower is not my strong suit.
 
Need more?
Try bad-boy American.
You’re welcome.
 
Embracing my newfound good girl status, I do the right thing and start my reign. My desires no longer matter. The monarchy, the people, and my country do. There is no place for love in this new life.
 
But I never expected to see him again, much less standing next to my royally appointed soon-to-be fiancé.
 
As if that didn’t complicate things, the man I once told I love you to is wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and my favorite smirk. I straighten my crown and adjust my dress, realizing this good girl never stood a chance. I’ll take the bad reputation if I get him.
 
~Being Bad Never Felt So Good~
 
 

This SECOND CHANCE ROYAL STANDALONE Romance by New York Times Bestselling Author, S.L. Scott, will have you feeling like the Queen of your own fairy tale. One-click this new romance and fall in love while reading.

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The elevator doors slide open and she walks into the hallway ahead of me. We haven’t spoken since we walked into the hotel. This night holds more meaning than our other nights ever did, along with a whole slew of what ifs. Us, coming to an end has added weight where there used to be none.
Just before we reach the door, I stop just shy of it, and stand in her way. “Hey.”
 
“Hey,” she replies with an easier smile sliding into place.
 
“No matter what happens in there—”
 
She arches an eyebrow. “What’s going to happen in there?”
 
“I’m going to show you how much I care about you. It’s going to be rough emotionally. It’s going to be raw and real, and this time you won’t walk away unscathed. When you walk away, walk down this hall and take that elevator to leave, you’re going to know exactly what you’re leaving inside that room. This time I’m not leaving anything to chance because we may have been fate, but it’s up to us to create our destiny.”
 
“Hutton,” she says, her chest expanding as tears fill her eyes, “Kiss me.”
 
I cup her face and run the pads of my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Leaning my head against hers, I look deep into her eyes. “Why are you crying?”
 
“Because you’re too perfect to be real.”
 
“I’m real. I’m right here, so real.” When I kiss her, I give her everything I have because this is it. My last shot to make sure she never forgets. Her body hits the wall behind her, mine pressing against hers.
 
My needs begin to overtake reasoning, her little moans eliciting an intense reaction. Every time we’re together it’s better than the time before. I’m always turned on by her, muscle memory kicking in. I know her likes, her desires, her fetishes and she knows mine. Her hand dips into the top of my jeans, her warmth embracing my hardness.
 
My tongue finds a home with hers and I can’t stop my middle from pushing against her. “It drives me wild when you wear clothes this tight. It’s as if you’re wearing them for the whole fucking world to see.”
 
“I love to drive you wild.”
 
Leaning back, I look into her eyes, the eyes that hold so much more power over me than she’ll ever know. “Why do you torture me?”
 
“I like to know that I’m not the only one who gets jealous.”
 
“Jealous? You’re never jealous.”
 
Her grip tightens around my cock, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “You think I don’t see how women look at you, how they vie for your attention? My jealousy boils inside every time another woman talks to you or touches you or brushes against you.” My breath is harsh, but begins to regulate with each stroke of her hand around me. “As long as I’m here, this is mine.”
 
“It’s yours long after. I’m yours long after.”
 
Her hand stops when she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. And as much as I like her hand wrapped around me, I like her mouth on me more.
 
A hint of lime still lingers and I stroke her lower lip as I kiss my way to her ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
 
The elevator doors slide open and she walks into the hallway ahead of me. We haven’t spoken since we walked into the hotel. This night holds more meaning than our other nights ever did, along with a whole slew of what ifs. Us, coming to an end has added weight where there used to be none.
Just before we reach the door, I stop just shy of it, and stand in her way. “Hey.”
 
“Hey,” she replies with an easier smile sliding into place.
 
“No matter what happens in there—”
 
She arches an eyebrow. “What’s going to happen in there?”
 
“I’m going to show you how much I care about you. It’s going to be rough emotionally. It’s going to be raw and real, and this time you won’t walk away unscathed. When you walk away, walk down this hall and take that elevator to leave, you’re going to know exactly what you’re leaving inside that room. This time I’m not leaving anything to chance because we may have been fate, but it’s up to us to create our destiny.”
 
“Hutton,” she says, her chest expanding as tears fill her eyes, “Kiss me.”
 
I cup her face and run the pads of my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Leaning my head against hers, I look deep into her eyes. “Why are you crying?”
 
“Because you’re too perfect to be real.”
 
“I’m real. I’m right here, so real.” When I kiss her, I give her everything I have because this is it. My last shot to make sure she never forgets. Her body hits the wall behind her, mine pressing against hers.
 
My needs begin to overtake reasoning, her little moans eliciting an intense reaction. Every time we’re together it’s better than the time before. I’m always turned on by her, muscle memory kicking in. I know her likes, her desires, her fetishes and she knows mine. Her hand dips into the top of my jeans, her warmth embracing my hardness.
 
My tongue finds a home with hers and I can’t stop my middle from pushing against her. “It drives me wild when you wear clothes this tight. It’s as if you’re wearing them for the whole fucking world to see.”
 
“I love to drive you wild.”
 
Leaning back, I look into her eyes, the eyes that hold so much more power over me than she’ll ever know. “Why do you torture me?”
 
“I like to know that I’m not the only one who gets jealous.”
 
“Jealous? You’re never jealous.”
 
Her grip tightens around my cock, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “You think I don’t see how women look at you, how they vie for your attention? My jealousy boils inside every time another woman talks to you or touches you or brushes against you.” My breath is harsh, but begins to regulate with each stroke of her hand around me. “As long as I’m here, this is mine.”
 
“It’s yours long after. I’m yours long after.”
 
Her hand stops when she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. And as much as I like her hand wrapped around me, I like her mouth on me more.
 
A hint of lime still lingers and I stroke her lower lip as I kiss my way to her ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

 

 

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MEET S.L. SCOTT

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. 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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