BLOG TOUR ~ CLOUDSTORM by Susana Mohel

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with Susana Mohel’s all-new enemies-to-lovers stand-alone romance in The Perfect Storm Series, CLOUDSTORM.


Everyone has a nemesis.

He became mine.

Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye.

The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover.

But anyone with a brain knows better.

I know better.

He’s arrogant, full of himself.

A dream crusher.

So, why can’t I focus when I’m in his presence?

Why does the control I worked so hard for vanish at the sound of his voice?

Living in a storm I’m looking for my rainbow, and he, he is the sun who makes it possible.


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EXCERPT

© 2019 Susana Mohel
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I’ve just returned from my morning walk as I enter the community gardens, feeling really good, when I see my nemesis coming from the other side of the green space. He arrives sweaty, wearing sportswear.

For the first time in my life I’ll admit I sincerely thank Roselynn for giving me what I’m wearing right now. Black calf length leggings. My sports bra is electric blue, short and quite low cut, which means I have some great cleavage on show which boosts my confidence.

What? I have a great rack, and I’m not shy to showcase it.

I admit that dressing well gives a certain sexy halo and I plan to take advantage of it.

I see his green eyes looking me up and down, just the way I wanted him to, although he tries to hide it behind that frown and that shield of arrogance that surrounds him.

Without the slightest hint of shame, I return the look. I eat him with my eyes, ogling him with no shame. He wears a white muscle shirt and basketball shorts, completely different than the previous times I’ve seen him.

He looks more accessible, more human. The muscles of his arms are perfectly delineated under his tanned skin, he could trace them with a pencil and the result would be more perfect than Michelangelo’s famous white marble sculpture of David.

What’s worse is this version of him is real, flesh and blood.

His mouth is puckered and I’m not sure if he’s going to talk, make a face or if he wants me to approach him and take him by storm.

Somebody call the doctor and take me to the asylum!

Please.

The temptation is too great, I must restrain myself. In no way do my plans include getting tangled up with Lancelot Hills.

“What are you doing here, Miss Wilkinson?” he says. “Did you find out where I live and decided to follow me?”

Warm up engines! My heart pumps faster, the blood becomes a lava river that rises and rises in temperature.

Control, Ariel. It’s the angry one that loses.

“If you recall, I told you I lived here,” I answer, doing my best to sound casual. “Another thing you decided not to believe.”

“So, it’s just a happy coincidence, is it?”

His sarcasm just makes this easier for me. If he wants to start a verbal war, I’m not going to be intimidated by the first salvo.

“This is no coincidence. When you decided to buy that house, you knew that my home was here. If anyone is doing the harassing, it’s you.”

Lancelot stretches his arm as if to grab mine, but I’m faster. I turn with a swish of my ponytail, making my way to my apartment, leaving him standing there, digesting the information he just received.

I won the first round.

How fucking good it feels to have the last word!
 

 


Meet Susana

Author, wife, and mother of a girl and a puppy. I love the happily ever after. Believer & dreamer. I live in my own world, sipping Ginger Ale and lime. I’m always plotting my next book, coloring pages, and reading.

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BLOG TOUR ~ AUDITION by Skye Warren & Amelia Wilde

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with AUDITION, a steamy new stand-alone novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren
and USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde

Blood and sweat. Bethany Lewis danced her way out of poverty. She’s a world-class athlete… with a debt to pay.

Joshua North always gets what he wants. And the mercenary wants Bethany in his bed. He wants her beautiful little body bent to his will.

She doesn’t surrender to his kiss.
He doesn’t back down from a challenge.
It’s going to be a sensual fight… to the death.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Audition is a romantic suspense spinoff from the North Security Series, absolutely my favourite trilogy this year. Now it’s Liam North’s brother, Joshua’s turn to tell his story. In previous books, I loved the rapport these two reserved guys had, especially Josh’s on-the-job seriousness while bodyguarding Liam’s lady. Also, there was something in the air with him and Bethany. Yep, Warren teased her readers and has now delivered a readworthy standalone with co-writer, Amelia Wilde.

‘Bethany is an open book, with all her defiance and sadness and fight right there under the surface.’

I’m a great fan of Warren’s storytelling, so I was curious to see how it would develop with this new writing duo. I can’t say I saw a noticeable difference. The plot flows at a steady pace, the banter’s as good as ever; however, there’s more backstory than usual. Josh and Bethany’s stories could easily have been a duet and I’m eternally grateful it wasn’t. There was never a moment when I felt like I was missing any of their protagonists’ personal details.

‘The Josh I knew five years ago never would have done this. He would have broken before he bent.’

Wow, it’s totally understandable that Josh has too much emotional baggage to have a relationship. Making it virtually impossible for anyone to get close to him, he’s the first one to admit that his heart is out of bounds. So the question I asked myself was would Bethany be able to break through his walls without losing him forever. And will Josh give in to the one and only woman who stirs his emotions? The signs of sexual tension simmer off the pages; however, taking the next step could have dire consequences.

‘We belong to different worlds. His is sharp enough to cut me. Mine is already in pieces.’

Only a few people close to both of them are aware that their scars run deep, how utterly hopeless and tragic their pasts were. And although it does take a while for Josh to open up to Bethany, she can see through him. I loved her tenacious and ambitious persona; her inner strength and will to survive moulded her into the woman she is today. On the other hand, Josh is so obstinate, I didn’t know whether to throttle or hug him! But one thing is for sure, he will put his life on the line to protect her.

“It’s you. You’re the one she dreams about.”

We meet up with Bethany’s infamous brother and sweet but rather peculiar grandmother again…The advice she gives to her granddaughter not only had an impact on me, but also made me smile. Selfishly thinking, I would have liked to have learnt a tad more about her brother’s dirty business, an individual who’s beyond vengeful and the choreographer. Snippets of the performing arts trivia at the beginning of every chapter was a welcome addition, and if you like angsty slow-burn romances, this book is for you! Bravo to the authors!

“Whatever’s troubling you, it’ll look better in daylight. Sleep, child. Don’t fight your demons in the dark.”

EXCERPT

© 2019 Skye Warren and Amelia Wilde
All rights reserved.


 
I open the door, expecting to see a couple of rough-hewn bastards fighting or training. They might even take a swing at me. We’re all a bunch of army bastards, more comfortable using our fists than our words.
Instead I’m struck by the sight of a body in motion, but not in violence.She’s dancing. Grace. Strength. And completely inappropriate to this place—desire. It’s nothing so base as tits and ass, though I’m sure hers are lovely. No, it’s the sweep of her calf and the indent at her waist. The lift of her chin.

I could not be more shocked if I had been punched. Or shot.

It feels a little bit like being dunked in lava, watching her dance. I’m immobile in the doorframe of the warehouse. My sanity is one step behind me, utterly gone. I’m seeing visions. She can’t be real. I don’t even want her to be real. This kind of beauty doesn’t belong in the goddamn gutter. A pale pink leotard against the dinge-dark hollow. Satin ballet shoes pushing into the dirt. Slowly, very slowly, my sluggish mind searches the perimeter. Alone. We’re alone. If anyone had wanted to shoot me, they’d have had plenty of time. An eternity while I’d been staring.

Her spin slows, like a top that’s run out of momentum. Dark eyes meet mine. Surprise. A flash of something else—anger. She drops to flat feet. No longer a goddess, a blur. She becomes a woman. “No,” she says. Then again, “No,” with such force I glance behind me in case someone’s charging at her wielding a knife. The shipyard is empty. It’s only my company she’s objecting to.

Well, you can’t fault her for taste.

“Normally I have to say something for women to hate me,” I say, strolling into the warehouse, pretending my heart doesn’t thud at the sight of her lithe body. Pretending my cock isn’t a breath away from rock-hard. “I have to say something about their tits or their ass.”

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t seem particularly shocked by my crude language. No, she wouldn’t be. Not in this place. She would have heard much worse. “I told him no more guards.”

“You told who?”

“Who else?” she says. “Your boss.”

My boss? I work for the US government. My job is to drive around godforsaken deserts and pray I don’t get blown up by a bomb buried underground. If I play my cards right, I might move into special operations. That’s what was implied before I went on leave. Go along with what Caleb Lewis offers. Collect information. Report back.

It’s a chance to be somewhere other than the bottom rung. Maybe the only chance I’ll ever get. Which means I have no business being interested in this girl. She probably isn’t even eighteen. “My boss,” I repeat, my voice flat.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? To guard me?”

“Why don’t we do this—you dance again. I’ll stand here, but if anyone attacks you, I’ll just let them have at it. No bodyguards for you.”

She’s not amused. “The guards aren’t there to protect me. You’re here to keep me in the warehouse or keep me at home. Make sure I don’t wander away. Make sure I don’t talk to anyone.”

“You’re talking to me.”

“You tell Caleb we had a deal. And it doesn’t include some—” Her narrowed gaze sweeps down my body, as if she’s only now noticed that I have a body. “Some overmuscled asshole on steroids.”

I put my hand over my chest. “Direct hit. I’m wounded you think I’d resort to steroids. These muscles were earned the old-fashioned way, thank you very much.”

She snorts, which somehow sounds feminine and delicate. “I’m sure you do much worse things than steroids. And there is no way, absolutely no way, that you’re going to be my new guard, so tell Caleb he can forget it.”

“Would it put your mind at ease to know he didn’t send me?” Though I’m curious how he’s connected to her. We enlisted at the same time. Went through basic at the same time. We’ve never been close, really. When we both had leave, I was surprised he offered for me to hang out with him in New Orleans. I accepted because I have nowhere else to go. At the time I had no idea that I’d be approached by some special department to gather intel for them. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out Caleb’s into some bad shit.

“Right,” she says, unconvinced. “So you’re standing in the one warehouse that doesn’t contain anything illegal because…?”

“Total coincidence. I was looking for the illegal stuff.” Which means I have no business staying to chat with this woman, no matter how compelling she looks with that notch between her eyebrows. She looks goddamn fierce. “Honestly.”

A roll of her eyes. “Tell my brother he doesn’t need to waste time and energy watching me. I’m staying out of trouble.”

Her brother. Jesus. If she’s Caleb Lewis’s sister, then she’s not staying in trouble. It won’t be a clean shot that brings him down. It’ll be a grenade launcher that hits him—metaphorically speaking. Or literally speaking. Everyone in his vicinity will end up in jail or dead. That’s inevitable.

And she’s right here.
 


Meet Skye

skye warren headshot.jpgSkye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

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About Amelia

Amelia Wilde wrote her first story when she was six years old, a narrative strongly inspired by The Polar Express. When she was nine, she wrote her first novel-length work, all in one paragraph.

Now, Amelia is all about that love. Her romances feature unique, independent heroines and alpha heroes who are strong of heart and body. Readers have described her work as “emotional,” “intense,” “phenomenal,” and “like a child scribbled with a crayon,” which she takes as the highest praise.

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SWEET VENGEANCE by Danielle Norman is LIVE!

Today we are thrilled to be sharing Danielle Norman’s all-new contemporary romance, SWEET VENGEANCE


The handoff of an orchid colored card was all it took to call the Iron Ladies, a whisper network of women.

They specialized in bringing abusive men to their knees.

Men who abused women and abused power, men like the Camden’s.

Sunday Prescott was a tech goddess, cyber espionage was her specialty.

During her latest assignment, she uncovered more than she ever hoped for: Bo Camden.

He was just like his father, right?

But the butterflies in her stomach told her something different. And the touch of his lips left her breathless.

She was torn between sleeping with the enemy or getting vengeance…Sweet Vengeance.


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It’s been quite a while since I took the time to sit and read a mystery romance, and this one had just the right amount of ingredients to keep me chomping at the bit until the well-written end.

Sunday and Bo, two sides of the same coin. Both doing the right thing for their own reasons.

The story of Sunday and her best friends was chock full of the things you’d find in any real friendship. Calling one another out on their BS, being just one of those things.

Bo, a man looking out for his mum. After all, what would any child do if they discovered something like that out? Well, I’d do exactly what he does and darn the consequences.

Intrigue, dishonesty, romance, kick-butt friends; what more could a reader want.

EXCERPT

© 2019 Danielle Norman
All rights reserved.

“Mr. Camden, they’re boarding your flight.” Bo looked up at the woman who’d helped him earlier.”Thank you.” He grabbed his carry-on and headed toward his gate. When he arrived, most of the area had already cleared out. He scanned his boarding pass and headed down the gangway.

“Welcome aboard,” a flight attendant greeted him.

“Thank you.”

When he saw who was sitting in two d, against the window where she would be locked in by him once he sat, he smiled. This flight was going to be interesting.

Sunday saw him and ducked as if that could possibly hide her. Finding entirely too much joy in her rather pathetic attempt, he stowed his carry-on and took his seat. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“What the hell? I thought you were headed to New York.”

“Yeah, and I thought that my dad was going to New York so I invited you along, guess you were laughing at me the entire time.”

“No. After you left, I went to book my flight for New York, but before I did, I wanted to find out what time your dad arrived so I checked the executive airport and discovered that he was going to the Caymans instead.”

“You could have called me and let me know.”

“How? I only know you as the crazy stalker who followed me home. I don’t exactly have your cell number.” Sunday looked smug.

“Really? You can find my dad’s flight times, don’t tell me that you couldn’t have found my number.” Bo smiled wider. Mental hash mark, one to him. “By the way, do you even know where you’re going once you get on the island?”

Sunday raised one brow in challenge. “If I can find a flight plan, then I can find a reservation.”

“Yet not a cell phone number,” Bo mumbled.

“It wasn’t intentional. Besides, why are you bitching? Obviously, you lied about New York because you’re on this flight too. And to answer your other question, I’m going to the Ritz.”

“I’m only on this flight because I saw you coming through TSA and texted my mom to let her know that you would be out of town with me in New York. She’s who told me you were going to the Caymans.”

“Well, aren’t you a regular Sherlock Holmes.”

“Listen, I know that we got off on the wrong foot, let’s start over.” Bo held out one hand. “Truce?”

Sunday stared at it and debated. “Sure, now because you want it? I tried this yesterday.”

“You did, and I acted like an ass. Truce or not?”

“Fine, truce.” Sunday shook on it.

“So, why PI work?” Bo turned in his seat so that he could get a better view of Sunday.

“It wasn’t originally what I wanted, but I met the other three my third year of college and we became best friends. Olivia and Adeline were studying criminal justice, Melanie was working on a degree in psychology, and I was studying cyber forensics.”

“Does Melanie analyze the clients, watch for body language and stuff like that?” Bo asked, totally enthralled.

“Sort of, Mel studies their patterns and habits. You know, like a profiler.”

“That’s kind of cool. Tell me about cyber forensics. What is that like?”

“Have you ever watched a movie where they confiscate someone’s computer?”

“Of course.”

“It is a cyber forensics team that goes through the hard drive and can recover, rebuild, or decipher everything that device has done.”

“And that’s something you like to do?” Bo questioned.

“It is. I can get lost behind a computer.”

“I like that, I used to like my job as well.” Bo leaned back.

He couldn’t get over how relaxed he felt with her, the two of them just talking. All it took was calling a truce then in a blink of an eye they went from enemies to . . . what . . . what were they?

“You don’t like your job anymore?” Sunday appeared genuinely concerned.

“When you spend all your time watching what your own father is doing and making sure that he isn’t trying to screw the company or your mother over, it sort of takes the fun out of it.”

Sunday placed one hand on top of his. “I hate this for you. You should be able to trust your parents more than anyone else.”

“Oh, I trust my mom. She’d do anything for me.”

Bo and Sunday fell quiet as the flight attendant came to a stop next to them. Her smile was warm as she glanced between them before asking, “Would you folks like a mimosa?”

“Sure, thank you.” Sunday accepted her drink first, and then Bo took his from the attendant.

“A toast?”

Sunday smiled and lifted her glass. “Here’s to getting lucky in the Caymans.”

“Okay, I guess that I can drink to that.” Bo chuckled.

“Oh, I didn’t mean like lucky as in lucky, lucky. I meant as in getting lucky and getting exactly what we need for your mother.”

“Okay, sure. I’m good either way.” Bo clinked his glass to Sunday’s.

“Oh, you shush.”

 

Meet Danielle

Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days playing keep away from Theo James who won’t stop calling her just to ask her out.

Of course, all of this happens before she wakes up and faces reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she’s been married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.

As far as her body, she owes a special thanks to Ben & Jerry’s as well as gravity for that. And according to her she could never be Adele’s backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough actually to sing.

Danielle’s books are about kickass women with even better shoes and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).

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BLOG TOUR ~ IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT by L.J. Shen

Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours.

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen’s new contemporary romance with heart-wrenching twists and laugh-out-loud moments,
IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT

In the Unlikely Event AMAZON

A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land.

An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny.

We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together.

Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here.

In New York.

And he’s America’s music obsession.

The intangible Irish poet who brings record executives to their knees.

The blizzard in my perfect, unshaken snow globe.

Last time we spoke, he was a beggar with no intention of becoming a king.

But a king he became, and now I’m his servant.

I’m not the same broken princess Malachy Doherty put back together with his callused hands.

I have a career I love.

A boyfriend I adore.

An apartment, a roommate, a life.

I changed. He changed, too.

But Mal kept the napkin.

Question is, will I keep my word?


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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Shen’s word wizardry has kept me stuck to many a page in the books she has written thus far and In The Unlikely Event is no exception. But here’s the thing. Although her stamp is clearly evident, the ingenious plot came as a surprise. Crazy, uplifting and emotionally distressing, I found it a tad convoluted in places. One minute my hopes were raised only to come crashing down. And at times I wasn’t sure whether to give her protagonists a good-hiding or hug them. In fact, the heroine was just as confused as me and it took a long time for either of us to make heads or tails of what appeared to be an omnishambles.

‘His talent, charm, and beauty are a weapon, and right now they’re aimed at me.’

Lots, but I mean lots of goings-on should have scandalised me, but they didn’t. Everything that happens is well-thought-out, adding to the angst which comes and goes in waves. I didn’t like some of the secondary characters but that’s the idea. You’re not supposed to. However, I connected with Malachy Doherty aka Mal instantly. He’s by no means perfect, just how I like my book heroes and wow, Shen did a really fine job with the Irish-Brit English lingo. You see, this is Aurora Belle—everyone calls her Rory and Mal’s story to tell, but no-one goes without having their say. To mention a few, an upper-class Englishman who I didn’t much care for and a cow that gets let off lightly gifts us with their accounts! This is where a dash of dry wit, hearty criticism, a couple of outbursts and dollops of warmth kick in, sometimes lightening up the mood. Also, the story flipping back and forth gave me a better understanding of Mal and Rory’s past feelings and present grievances.

‘There’s an elephant in the room, and if she thinks I’ll take mercy on her by addressing it she’s about to discover New Mal is nothing like the one she left behind.’

The palpable animosity between these two got me turning the pages quicker than quick to see if they were going to work out their differences. When Rory found out that many untold truths were being kept from her, I wondered if she’d be able to ignore the weight of not knowing what they were and go for it. Have a second chance at love. On occasion, Mal was deliberately spiteful and him deceiving her as he did wound me up a tad. I thought by not being honest with her out of character as he was unquestionably in a conundrum, too. I spent a good while wishing he’d find the right moment and words to soften the blow. Stange when this poet-cum-songwriter had the last spent eight years composing hurtful lyrics aimed at her for reasons I’d rather not go into. And you’ll see why Rory has a habit of collecting paper napkins although only one that Mal has holds the key.

“My truth shouldn’t be conditional,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath. “Neither should your promise.”

Rory definitely left her mark. I loved her cheeky remarks, resolve and compassion. I can see her in my mind’s eye wearing wonderfully weird attire that fit perfectly with her persona. Regardless of a shared skew-whiff moral compass which consumes her more than Mal, it was he who stole the show. Ladies, he is hot and even hotter in the bedroom. Yes, the chemistry is sizzling and Shen…well, her amorous scenes are on the verge of erotica. Inner thoughts abound, there’s less banter than I would have liked; nonetheless, my reading enjoyment wasn’t hampered in the slightest. Leading up to the epilogue, Shen’s second chance lovers-to enemies-to-lovers romance is a little bizarre, but ITUE is most certainly worth reading.


EXCERPT

© 2019 by L.J. Shen
All rights reserved.

 
When I finally come face to face with the street artist standing on the side of the pavement, his guitar case open and full of rolled-up notes and change, I understand why his grandfather told me I’d recognize him with the self-assurance of an avid believer.
I’ve never seen someone like him before.
He is beautiful, true, but that’s not what stands out to me. He is radiant.
It’s like his presence has a presence. He sucks the air out of everything in his vicinity, making it impossible not to look at him. Malachy is tailor-made for a huge, colossal heartbreak. Everything about him—his tattered jeans, filthy boots, white shirt, and leather jacket that was broken in decades ago—screams trouble. He looks like a seventies heartthrob. An icon. A Terry Richardson muse. Bruce Springsteen pre-fame.
His voice is like honey and warm spices. It lulls me into a place in my mind I’ve never been before, even though it’s far from beautiful. It is gruff, throaty, and smoky. When someone bumps my shoulder to get closer to him, I snap out of my reverie and realize what I’m listening to.
“One” by U2.
The coincidence is strange. I try to tell myself it’s nothing. This is Ireland. U2 is a national treasure.
His eyes are squeezed shut as he sings. It’s like no one exists other than him and his guitar. Something warm rushes through my skin, like a heat wave, and I shudder in delight.
Warmth.
I always thought there was something melancholy about street performers—the way people walk past them, ignoring their music, their art, their passion. But this guy, he’s the one doing the ignoring. The tables have turned. He’s got the crowd eating from the palm of his hand. Every woman here is under a thick, sweet spell. He’s got that Harry Styles quality that makes girls want to bed him and older women want to adopt him. The men are a cross between impatient, annoyed, and jealous. You can see it in the way they tap their feet, check their watches, nudge their wives and girlfriends to move it.
The song ends, and Malachy Doherty cracks his eyes open and stares directly at me, like he knew I’d be here. Like he watched me watching him through closed eyes. Disoriented—and for some reason wanting to do something, anything—I throw a bill into his guitar case and look away, realizing to my horror that I threw the fifty euros his grandpa gave me. Everyone around me murmurs and whistles. They think it was intentional. I can feel my face flaming red. I bet he thinks I want to sleep with him.
Do I? Probably. But should he know that? Hell no.
 

MEET L.J. SHEN

LJShen.jpgL.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 Best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to nineteen different countries.

She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.

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BLOG TOUR ~ LONDON SOUL by Nana Malone

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with the second book in USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone’s London Royal Duet, LONDON SOUL

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Before her, I was:

Rich.

Entitled.

A possessive pain in the ass.

Who am I kidding? I still am.

Love wasn’t for me.

I’d come to terms with that a long time ago.

And then I met her. I was this close to freedom. But one look at her and I was caught in a web I couldn’t escape. One I didn’t want to escape.

But then someone took her from me. Now they’ll find out just how far I’m willing to go to get her back.

To save the woman I love, all I need to do is expose my secrets. Secrets that will have consequences for her and the crown.

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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

When last we visited Abby and Lex they were so confused about what they were, even I couldn’t untangle the mess.

Abby as a character is highly relatable. She has a story you can get behind. You’ll cheer with her and cry with her. She’s one of those memorable people you can’t not remember.

Lex and his brother are complicated. Mere pawns on a chessboard, in a game that started decades before they were even born. So many questions. So little time to figure it all out. Why oh why can this author not just go easy on me. She is one hundred per cent menace and I can’t and won’t complain about that. There is always room to grow, time to expand into someone bigger, some better, become stronger than anyone truly believes or sees possible.

I’m keeping this short. Not because the book was bad but so I can torment and torture; just like Ms. Malone does. Fabulous as ever. Well done.

EXCERPT

© 2019 by Nana Malone
All rights reserved.


 
I scanned the crowd. Apparently, kink didn’t scare off the young, elite, and rich. The usual crowd I’d see at China White were all here trying too hard not to look desperately bored. Through the crowd, I spotted a flashbulb go off, and I stiffened. 
Calm down, mate. Of course, the club had hired photographers for the event. But I eyed the shutterbug again. Slight build. Dirty blond hair gelled up into spikes. I could have sworn I’d seen him before. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention, but I couldn’t place the guy. I needed to calm down. The hiring staff would only hire reputable photographers. They knew that we required the utmost privacy, and they wouldn’t hire anyone who had ever worked with the tabloids. But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d seen the guy before. Maybe he was one of Xander’s students?“Speaking of complications…” I muttered. I couldn’t have missed Abbie’s entrance with her friends if I’d been trying. Sophie squealed when she spotted me, and immediately a flock of women swarmed the models. One of the guys put his arm around Abbie, and I had the irrational urge to plant my fist in his face. 

She’d texted earlier to say she was going out, but I had no idea she’d end up here.

As always, she looked stunning. She’d worn her braids piled on top of her head in some kind of bun, with long dangling earrings showing off her slender neck. 

Gemma glanced toward the entrance. “Given the electric sparks between you two across a room, I see why the urgency.”

“Leave it, Gem.”

“Just saying. Give me a couple of weeks before you two get cited for public eye shagging.” She gathered up her purse. “I think I’ll go see what Nick’s up to.”

I didn’t even see which way she went because my attention was so focused on Abbie. And as if she felt my eyes on her, she immediately looked up.

When our gazes locked, need chased the elation through my veins. I’d only seen her yesterday, but any time I spent away from her felt like eons. But it wasn’t like I could really complain. She’d had work to do for my brother. I tried not to think about what Xander had said about her. It didn’t matter what Xander thought. I couldn’t stop seeing her. 

She climbed the stairs, her soft skirt swishing against her legs as she did. When she reached the landing, she fixed me with a smile. “Fancy meeting you here.” She looked around surreptitiously. “In a sex club.”

“Oh, is it a sex club? I hadn’t noticed.” I grinned. “Nick’s idea.”

“Ahh, he didn’t really strike me as the whips-and-chains kind of guy.” She shrugged. 

For several moments, we stood facing each other, neither moving, forcing anyone who wanted access to the stairs to go around us. Finally, I angled my body a little closer to her and said, “It’s one of his dad’s clubs. Do you want to go somewhere a little more private… to talk?”

Her eyes flashed. “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “Talking seems like a really good idea, actually.”

I took her hand and led her through the throngs of the VIP section, past the dominatrix with her victim for the night, and past the sex viewing rooms. She held on tight to me as we passed by them. 

“Are they having…”

“Yeah.” As much as I wanted to be with her, I hated having her here in the midst of all the kink that was going on. “Maybe we should leave the club?”

“I—No. It’s okay. We came as a group for Jasper’s gig tonight. Apparently, there’s some big promoter here. Jasper’s hoping to get some representation tonight. We’re sort of supporting him. Everyone would notice if I left.”

“Right.” Jasper. Jasper might be my friend, but jealousy ate at me. I wanted her there to support me. Of course, I’d have to tell her something real about myself first. I found the private rooms, then after looking around to make sure no one paid us any attention, I dragged her inside. Dim red light illuminated the comfortable-looking couch and bed. Her eyes widened as she glanced around. “This is… cozy.”

I kissed her softly, and for a moment, all the tension ebbed out of my body. “I just wanted to be alone with you for two minutes before things get crazy out there and we don’t have a minute to talk all night.”

“No. It’s fine.” She placed a hand on my chest, and my heart hammered. “I’d rather get a minute with you, even if it’s in a sex room. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

We’d spent a lot of time together over the last week, but we hadn’t been alone. Always out in public. Even the photo lab had been occupied when I’d gone to help her. The one night we’d made a date for her to go to my place, she’d had to do some schoolwork for Xander and rescheduled. The prick of guilt stung as I thought of how badly her last critique had gone. 

“Okay, talk.” I kissed the crook of her neck and inhaled. Her perfume, mixed with her unique scent, drove me a little crazy and made my head swim.

“Alexi, I can’t—” She moaned when I licked her. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

“Okay, sorry.” I drew back. “Sometimes I forget to slow down.”

She blinked up at me and inhaled deeply. “Sometimes I don’t want you to.”

I stilled. What? “I don’t understand.”

“Have you noticed that even after we said we’d ease up on intensity we’ve been spending every minute we can together?”

Something ominous and slimy squirmed in my gut. “I thought that was a good thing.”

“It is. Maybe we don’t need to take it quite so slow anymore.”

Relief washed over me like a wave. As did panic. I was totally fucked. I was completely in love with her. And there were things she still didn’t know about me.
 


Also available, London Royal #1

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Entitled.

Possessive pain in my ass.

I know exactly what I don’t want.

I escaped to London under the cover of night, never thinking I’d run smack into a man who would turn me inside out.

I had a plan. Simple, really.

Step one: Follow my dream, away from from the demons of my past.

Step two: Land on my own two feet, preferably far, far, away from the man who hurt me and broke my heart.

Step three: Live a little and avoid all men with dark secrets.

So far, I’m not doing so hot.

He’s a royal amongst peasants, and the last kind of trouble I need–a filthy rich alpha who can see straight into my soul. Our secrets hold us both captive.

Something tells me I’ll be powerless to stop his magnetic pull, especially when he tells me I’m going to be his, damn the consequences.

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Meet Nana

USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick-butt heroines ever since.

With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and puppy in sunny San Diego.

Want to hit me up? Just email me: nana@nanamaloneromance.com

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BLOG TOUR ~ IRON CROWNE by CD Reiss

 Simply Magnificent!

Today we are so excited to be on tour with IRON CROWNE, an all-new white-hot, enemies-to-lovers stand-alone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss available now!

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Byron Crowne is a charming liar and a gorgeous monster.

I detest him.

I can’t resist him.

He’s awakened desires I didn’t know I had.

When he touches me, I need to fight him . . . and I need him to win.

Our one night stand bruises my skin and leaves dents in the walls, but the sheets aren’t the only thing we shred that night.

And suddenly, the stakes are higher than ever.

***

Olivia Monroe lights a fire in me that died a long time ago.

I’m a different man when I’m with her. I need to own her, take her, mark her as mine.

Everything changes when she might be pregnant and for the first time in my life . . . I’m powerless against this stubborn, untamable woman.

She’s the one in control and I have an impossible job:

Prove I’m worthy to be a father.

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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Utter perfection! Reiss has pulled out all the stops and given her readers steaminess like we haven’t experienced since the Submission series. And even though I’d steered away from erotic genre a while back, getting back into it in Iron Crowne was an absolute joy. Bearing the stamp of her poetic prose, Reiss has woven an enthralling story which highlights her protagonists’ vulnerabilities in a love-to-hate-hate-to-love relationship, stimulating every emotion.

“I work best in a fight. But see, the problem for the enemy—and I hate to think of such a beautiful creature as an enemy—but the problem is, I always win. And not just win.”

The tension between Byron Crowne and Olivia Monroe doesn’t just ebb and flow. It’s a constant battle of wits, skilful manoeuvres as to who is going to get what they want with no regard for the damage it could do. The author’s crafting of Byron’s complex character is spot on. Beautiful, broken and aloof, his sheer arrogance sets him apart. He has little time for Oliver’s environmental concerns with respect to one of his projects. Oliver, on the other hand, is unstoppable in her pursuit to put the blockers on it. Fought tooth and nail in and out of the legal board room could easily make or break them, so will that fine line between right and wrong be questioned?

“Stop pretending everything you hate isn’t everything you want.”

Olivia’s personal life is run with the precision of a Swiss watch. She wants what her sister has, time is running out and there’s no partner on the horizon. She doesn’t need one. Financially independent, I loved her determination and the fact that she wouldn’t be bullied into changing her mind showed me her deep inner-strength. She’s going to take Byron down a peg or two regardless of the crackling attraction between them. And romance certainly doesn’t come into the equation. Or will it?

‘He wasn’t the king of anything except me.’

Bryon wasn’t expecting to have such an adversary and not only does he like what he sees, but has trouble keeping Olivia at arm’s length. That One Big Thing he’s been striving for as his brother’s been left the helm in the family business is a step away from becoming a reality if it weren’t for her interference. A master at concealing his feelings, his sarcasm is cutting and hurtful; used as a smokescreen to protect his real persona.

‘Forgiving myself made grief remind me, steadily and quietly, that I was a dangerous man who could hurt someone again.’

Even though the scorchingly explicit scenes began as a means to an end, there is so much more behind them and more importantly, they don’t overwhelm the story. In this respect, the author’s writing is downright gritty, edgy—not typical of this kind of romance as the plot always takes first place. Reiss bringing out her heroes’ weaknesses is skillfully portrayed, and the first-rate secondary character development has to be mentioned, too. I couldn’t find fault with either Byron or Olivier’s families, the role friends play simply make the story more riveting. I loved how she’d toned down wealth because there is money…a lot of it. But both parents’ sentiments for the well-being of their children is foremost.

“This is who I am. My mind knows the boundaries, but my heart’s hell-bent on jumping fences.”

I couldn’t help searching for the literacy quotes and yeap, Lord Bryon will certainly make you go weak at the knees! I was wondering if asking for Logan’s story is too much ‘cause I’d also love to find out how he ticks. Thank you so much for this magnificent love story, Reiss. Bravo!

“Now, I’m not one to get between my brothers and the women they bring home, but in this case, I want you to know I’m not going to sit by and watch this turn ugly.”

EXCERPT

© 2019 CD Reiss
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“Why should I sleep with you?” I cross-examined the witness. It was the only way to manage Byron.He considered his cup as if committing to his goal, then studied the way my finger tapped the counter as if choosing a strategy, then pondered my face as he decided on his tactic.“Because you’re wet already,” he said with a deep knowledge of what aroused women looked like. “Because you want what I can give you. Your head hasn’t even acknowledged it, but your body knows.”“That’s—” I was going to end in a denial, but my nipples were hard. “—not relevant. You and I don’t make sense.”

“That’s correct.” He gulped tea. I left my cup on the counter, refusing the challenge. “We are a disaster. You despise me too much to want a relationship and just enough to turn you on. And from what I can tell, you don’t want to get involved enough to force an ethical quandary. So, if you agree in principal, I have a proposal.”

Agreeing in principle meant revealing how badly my body ached for him.

Disagreeing meant never satisfying that ache.

“I agree in principal.”

“My proposal is one night. One full night…”

I could commit to that, and I was about to when he continued.

“…where I own your body.”

“Wait.”

“You let me own you when we fuck. You come when I say. You obey me without hesitating. That’s what you want and you know it.”

My cheeks prickled, radiating the heat of my shame.

“No, then.” I pushed my cup away. “It’s never been like that. I’ve had three long relationships and a couple of flings but never—”

“—really enjoyed it.”

It was all lies… even when he spoke the truth, he lied.
 



CDReiss.jpgMeet CD Reiss

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

 

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BLOG TOUR ~ INSATIABLE by Melanie Harlow

After all those years of being just friends, suddenly we’re insatiable.

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow’s all-new irresistible friends-to-lovers
stand-alone romance, INSATIABLE

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I didn’t mean to see him naked–it was an accident.

It had to be, right?

Because Noah McCormick and I have never been anything more than friends. In all the years I’ve known him, he’s never once laid a finger on me. And even though he was a cute lifeguard at 16 and a hotter-than-hell sheriff’s deputy at 34, he’s always been that protective guy I could trust to keep his hands to himself. I never wanted to mess with that.

Until I walked in on him getting out of the shower and saw his hard, muscular body totally bare and dripping wet. At that moment I never wanted to mess with anything so badly in my entire life.

I should have covered my eyes. Said I was sorry. At the very least, I could have handed him a towel.

After all, I was only in town for a few days, and he was just doing me a favor by escorting me to my sister’s wedding. It wasn’t a real date.

But I didn’t apologize. And he didn’t cover up.

(Talk about a hot mess.)

After all those years of being just friends, suddenly we’re insatiable.

He’s made it clear he’s not interested in romance. Which is fine with me because

I’ve got a plane ticket back to my real life at the end of the week.

It’s all in fun…or is it?

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Insatiable is the third book in the Cloverleigh Farms series but can be read as a standalone. This friends-to-lovers romance will thrill you to bits. Meg and Noah’s story will make you swoon and sweep you off your feet.

Noah McCormick is the deputy sheriff of a small town in Michigan. Loyal, protective and alpha to the core, his main goal is to be there for his family especially his twin brother Asher who was born with cerebral palsy. Noah’s life is all about his job and family so a serious relationship is not on his agenda, he is definitely a confirmed bachelor. When Meg comes home to attend her sister’s wedding, she meets up with Noah again and unfamiliar new feelings surface when they got together.

Meg Sawyer is a successful lawyer in DC and her family own Cloverleigh Farms. She was the one who went away to have a career outside their small town. Career-driven and a workaholic her relationships always end up being a failure. Now that she gets to meet Noah again after a long time the gangly teenager is now a hot police officer and the way she looks at him has also changed. Is it time for both of them to shift the boundaries?

Told in alternating points of view, Meg and Noah’s story is about family and loyalty. And when this pair’s friendship morphed into friends-with-benefits, the outcome is sort of predictable. Noah’s stubborn attitude towards a lasting commitment and his reasons why he doesn’t want to be in a serious relationship frustrated me. It takes another family member to give him that nudge, making him think deeper about his choices in life. Whilst Noah is the stubborn alpha, Meg is a strong independent woman willing to take that first step and risk her heart and this is why I love her character so much. This book was a quick read for me simply because I couldn’t put it down. No over-the-top drama and third parties involved just pure entertainment.

For those who haven’t read the previous books in the series, the other Sawyer sisters play significant roles in this couple’s story. The secondary characters are an interesting mix of lovable personas and are as entertaining as the main ones. A dirty-talking cop, a smart and sexy lawyer, this friends-to-lovers romance will make you sigh and swoon. I really enjoyed reading this series and I cannot wait to read the next one. Are we going to read about Sylvia’s story next? I certainly hope so.

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© 2019 Melanie Harlow
All rights reserved.

 
Sawyer?” I said in disbelief. Breaking into a huge grin, she started to run. 

I was still standing there in shock when she barreled into me, throwing her arms around my neck. She smelled fucking fantastic. Feminine, sweet, delectable. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to hug her back without getting sweat or paint on her. “I thought you didn’t get in until Thursday.”

“I changed my ticket.” She let go just enough to smile up at me impishly. “I’m glad to see you too.”

I laughed. “I’m glad to see you. You just surprised me is all.”

“That was my plan.” She stepped back, and I figured my odor was probably repulsing her. 

“I stink, sorry. I went for a run earlier and I never showered. Then I painted the garage.”

“I never mind the smell of sweat. It means hard work.” She brightened. “Will you run tomorrow? I’d love to go with you.

“Sure. We can run tomorrow. I’m off again.”

“Great! Although I’m probably way out of shape.” She made a face. “My work schedule is so crazy, I don’t run as much as I used to.”

“You look great,” I told her. And it was true—she did look great. Maybe not quite as skinny as the last time I’d seen her, but the added curves looked good on her. My eyes wandered without my brain’s permission to her slightly fuller chest and rounder hips. Quickly, I attempted to look at her face again, but then my gaze lingered on her mouth. I remembered what it had looked like the other night in my fantasy as she’d wrapped her lips around my cock and moaned like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. 

My dick twitched beneath my running shorts, and I cleared my throat. “You’ve got a favorite murder? Is there something I need to know?”

She glanced down at her shirt and smiled. “It’s a podcast about true crime. I’m addicted.”

“Never heard of it.”

A sound of exasperation escaped her. “You live under a rock! I can’t believe you’re still not on social media.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Okay, I can, but it makes it really hard to stalk you.” 

I shook my head. “People like you are exactly why I don’t want to be on social media.”

She hit me on the shoulder. “I’m kidding! I just want to keep up with your life. I miss you.”

“So come home more often. Talk to my face.”

She grinned. “I do like seeing your face. Want to go grab a beer? Maybe some food?”

“Sure.”

 



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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, Succession, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the ONE & ONLY series, the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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