BLOG TOUR ~ GETTING OFF EASY by Erin Nicholas

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with Getting Off Easy, an all-new
opposites attract single parent standalone romance from
New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas

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New Orleans firefighter, James Reynaud’s true love is hanging out in the jazz clubs on Frenchmen Street and playing piano with some of the best musicians in the city. But driving his cute, bookworm neighbor Harper Broussard crazy is right up there on his list of favorite things.

The buttoned-up linguistics professor across the hall is a little older, a lot smarter, and way too good for him. And she knows it. But wow is she beautiful when she blushes.

She’s equally gorgeous when she’s saving his butt. Because now things just got serious. A baby has been, literally, dropped off on his doorstep and to say he’s in over his head is an understatement. Not that Harper knows anything about babies either. But at least they now have something in common.

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Reviewed by Anna on behalf of KFF

This contemporary romance featuring a slightly older woman and a younger man is book four of the Boys of the Big Easy and can be read as a standalone.

The author wonderfully created James Reynard as the perfect book boyfriend. He is a fire-fighter, a talented musician and not to mention the dependable guy whom everybody goes to when they need someone to help them out. You can’t help but swoon for this man.

Harper Broussard, an accomplished linguistics professor likes everything in order; she has a plan A, B and C in every situation. She has never been in love and is quite happy reading her romance books. Although she is very much aware of her hottie neighbour, she brushes off his obvious attempts at flirting until someone left a baby outside his door. Now she found herself roped in into helping him solve his dilemma.

The first half of the book was quite slow and I had to push myself into reading it further along. Thank goodness there was more exciting banter after 50%. But I give the author extra points in character development. The narrative style switches back from six months ago to the present every chapter which was clearly defined and not at all confusing.

As Harper overthought a lot of things, I sometimes felt like skimming through the paragraphs simply because I was dying to know what would happen next. It is quite ironic that for a woman who loves romance novels, her reaction was not quite heartfelt when she decided that James was the one for her. Maybe it is because she tries too hard in analysing her decisions and feelings that she comes off as too clinical.

It does get more interesting when they go on a mission to look for the baby’s mother, but I had some issues with the way they finally hooked up. The chemistry between these two can’t be denied but I longed for a more sweeping romance which I felt James deserved. The events that followed are quite hectic and makes up for the slow start but it was definitely worth the slog. I loved the epilogue and it all ends up in happy tears which that’ll make you quite emotional. A light-hearted story perfect for a lazy weekend read.


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Harper reached out to lift the baby off of James, but just as her hand touched his back, James stirred. 

She froze. 

“Professor?” 

His voice was husky from sleep, low and gravelly, and Harper’s belly flipped, heat sliding from her stomach lower, between her legs. They were in his bedroom. One of them was in bed. And that voice. And the nickname. She could hardly be blamed for her reaction. 

“Hey,” she said softly.

“You okay?”

It was the middle of the night, and he was the one asleep with the thing that had just turned his life upside down, but he was asking about her? She never came to him with needs. He came to her. She nodded. “I thought I’d take him so you could get more comfortable.”

He looked down at the baby, and seemingly instinctively, his hand slid from the baby’s butt to his back. James’s hand was huge on the tiny baby, and Harper swallowed hard at the sweet picture. “He’s okay.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

He looked up at her. He was clearly still sleepy, maybe not fully awake. “You wanna help?” he asked. 

She nodded. “Yeah.” She felt terrible for leaving earlier. It had gone against every instinct except the one that screamed at her to protect her heart no matter the cost. But she was afraid she was far past the point of that being possible. 

“Then come here.”

Harper wet her lips. “Come… there?”

“Yeah.” He reached for her with his free hand and caught her around the wrist, tugging her forward. 

She could have easily pulled back, broken free, resisted. But she let him urge her onto the mattress.

Harper knelt with a knee next to his hip. “How does this help?”

“Gets you up against me,” he said, his voice still sleep roughened.

Her heart skittered. “That’s helpful?”

“Can’t imagine how it will hurt.” He gave her a sleepy, but still devastatingly sexy smile. “This way you’re here if he does need something.”

Well, he had a point. 

Harper stretched out on the mattress beside James. He put his arm up above his head again, not holding her, but definitely exposing plenty of surface area for her to be up against

Oh, what the hell. She wouldn’t sleep well at her place now, wondering what was going on over here. This way she was very much here for whatever went on. And she’d wanted to be up against him for a few months now. Lord only knew what the next few days were going to bring with the baby and everything. She might as well enjoy this moment while she had it. 

She scooted closer. His body was hot and hard. She swallowed with some difficulty. 

Then the baby made a little grunting sound and curled and stretched against James.

This was so not how she’d ever pictured being in bed with James Reynaud. That was for sure. 
 

 


About Erin Nicholas

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,” “steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.

Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).

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EXCERPT REVEAL ~ INAPPROPRIATE by Vi Keeland

We are so excited for #1 New York Times bestselling author Vi Keeland’s all-new contemporary romance stand-alone, INAPPROPRIATE, coming 20th January 2020, and today we a sneak peek for you!


Terminated for inappropriate behavior.

I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands.

Nine years. Nine damn years I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week in Aruba.

All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my friends—a private video made on my private time. Or so I thought…

Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.

I didn’t think he’d actually respond.

I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals with the rich jerk.

Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure I got my job back.

Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington wanted to do for me.

But there was no way I was getting involved with my boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridiculously gorgeous, confident, and charming.

It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.

Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

But sometimes it’s twice as fun.


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I wondered if he’d be here.

I was mid-conversation with some former colleagues I hadn’t seen in a few years when I got my answer. The sight of him made me lose my train of thought.

On the other side of the room, Grant Lexington stood wearing a classic black tuxedo. He was talking to an older gentleman, which gave me the opportunity to really take him in—tall, broad shoulders, yet not overly bulky, a narrow waist with one hand resting casually in his pants pocket. Even from a distance, his confidence registered. There was something about the way certain men held themselves that showed they were in charge, and that really worked for me. It could take a man who was a seven and make him an eleven in my book. On the other hand, a handsome ten with a meek personality could be reduced to a five.

Mr. Confident held a drink in his left hand and raised it to his mouth, but he stopped before drinking. He seemed to sense something and looked around the room. When his eyes caught mine, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. He excused himself from the conversation and strode toward me.

My body tingled as I watched him approach with long strides, and I turned from the group I’d been standing with.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he said.

I tried to appear casual as I sipped my champagne. “I’m filling in for Bickman.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

Grant eyed the group next to me. “Are you here with a date?”

“No. You?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Would a compliment be unwelcome? I wouldn’t want to sexually harass you.”

“Compliments are always welcome, Mr. Lexington.”

His eyes sparkled. Taking hold of my elbow, he led me a few feet away from the group I’d been standing with. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”

“What was the compliment anyway?”

Grant’s eyes swept over me. “You look beautiful tonight.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

Grant stopped a waiter as he passed. He gulped back the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and slipped the flute of champagne from my hand, setting them both down on the waiter’s tray.

“I was drinking that.”

He motioned for the waiter to move along and returned his attention to me. “I’ll get you more when we’re done.”

“Done with what?”

He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

 
He smirked. “I’m fucking positive it’s not.”

 
 

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in two dozen languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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BLOG TOUR ~ BETWEEN NOW AND ALWAYS by Dylan Allen

Today we are on tour with BETWEEN NOW AND ALWAYS, the “inspiring and riveting” conclusion to the epic Forever Trilogy from Dylan Allen

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How do you move on

when the only thing you want,

is the one thing you can’t have?

They set their sights on forever

And lost everything.

Beth and Carter are trying to move after heartbreak brought them both to their knees.

When Beth makes a life-altering decision, she finds herself in a world where everyone is a stranger.

Except the man she’s forced to love from afar.

Carter’s star has exploded. The career he’s always wanted is finally his.

He’s determined to put loving Beth behind him.

But his heart won’t let her go..

They try to learn to live with their choices.

But nothing is at it seems.

Can these two overcome the obstacles in their way to find their way back to each other?

This is the stunning, breathtaking conclusion of The Forever Trilogy.

You must read book 1, Between Now and Forever, first!

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We finally get the last instalment of Beth and Carter’s epic love story and I was not disappointed, in fact, it went beyond my expectations! And I am definitely sure you will be blown away with the ending. Book two finished with Beth agreeing to marry Duke. And this book starts on the day of Beth’s wedding. The events that followed after changed the course of her life; one can only hope it’s for the better.

Carter all throughout the first quarter of the book wallowed in his pain trying to forget Beth but it drove him deeper into depression. Well, it doesn’t really help when he skulks at the back of the church waiting to see the woman he loves get married to someone else. Although he eventually finds his way back into her arms there are still problems that need to be dealt with.

Written in dual points of view, this book is more about Beth’s emotional maturity. It highlights her character growing a spine and a pair of balls that she ultimately becomes the woman she always wanted to be: free and independent! And what a stunning transformation it is seeing her drive and her passion develops into something that inspires people. Her work reflects her beautiful soul. I love it when the heroine grows into a formidable character without the help of a man; she does it her own way.

“Failure isn’t a terminal condition. If you want something badly enough, you’ll keep going until you have it or until you learn it’s not for you. But if you’re not willing to risk the climb, you can’t complain when you never reach the summit.”

The stumbling block between Carter and Beth’s happy ending gave me heart palpitations and I wondered how the author will address the issue because it was borderline taboo. But fear not, Ms. Allen found a loophole and I was chuffed to bits with how she circumvented the elephant in the room, yay!

The pacing of the story, especially in the last half, is full of suspense that will leave you breathless. So many secrets were uncovered it’s like an archaeologist’s dream and the hodgepodge of antagonists that caused all their problems is dealt with. Beth and Carter’s story is full of heartbreak and hope, of treachery and vengeance, of justice and forgiveness. They have come full circle and it is a strong and binding one.

“The strongest armor any of us have is the love we give ourselves. Nothing can defeat you once you have that in place.”

I am sad that this is the final instalment of the trilogy but also delighted that I get to share their remarkable journey into happy ever after. I highly recommend this book!


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© 2020 Dylan Allen
All rights reserved. 

 
I watched her with my entire heart in my throat. I have never been so proud of anyone, ever, in my whole life. 

The whole room just witnessed the sweeping tower of her beauty and courage. Then, they saw the way her expression changed from pride to exultant relief….like a dead man stumbling on a cure when her eyes landed on me.  

Not everyone gets the kind of love I saw in her eyes.  I feel like the luckiest man alive right now because she’s back in my arms.  

We’re the magnetic halves of one whole – drawn together, locking into place, and then holding on for dear life through the seismic shift of our world righting itself.  

I breathe in her sweet, familiar scent. There’s a new depth to it, less flower, more earth, but the essence of it is unchanged. 

“Carter, oh my God, Carter,” she repeats over and over. Her arms are wrapped tight around me like I’m her lifeline. 

Holding her again, there’s no doubt that she’s mine. 

My heart is beating normally for the first time in almost two years. My lungs inflate fully for the first time in that long, too. 

Her nose is pressed to my neck and her lips move against the base of my throat.  My body reacts to her nearness, to the press of her curves, her breasts, her thighs, the way her hair smells.  So, I put her down. When I look at her face and see that smile, I want so badly to hold her again, my erection be damned.  

A throat clears behind us and I turn sharply back to my table. Nadia’s staring at us with wide, wet eyes. 

Next to me, the throat clears again and this time, I follow the sound. Standing to my left is the man I’d seen her with earlier. The one who’d wrapped his arms around her earlier, is looking at me like if there was a baseball bat in reach, he’d use it to put some distance between me and Beth. 

She turns and wraps her arms around his neck hugs him fiercely. 

He hugs her back, but his eyes are stony on me.  

Who is the cradle robbing asshole? 

She pulls out of his embrace and smiles up at him. “Joe, I can’t believe I did it.”

His expression softens the minute he looks down at her, his eyes shine with adoration. 

“I can.  You did a great job,” he says and taps the end of her nose with the tip of his finger.  She preens and gives him a mock curtsey. 

“You gonna introduce me, Beth?”  he asks, nodding over her shoulder at me. 

Her spine straightens and she nods.  Then, she turns back to me, that smile back o her face. 

“Carter this is Joe…my neighbor and my friend.” She squeezes his hand and they smile at each other. 

“I’m her surrogate father,” he corrects in a deep unequivocal voice, a glint of protective pride in his eyes. He shifts his weight and for the first time, I realize he’s leaning on a cane.

“Joe, this is Carter. My….” Her lips purse as she stops to choose her words, but and her eyes are bright with jubilant joy as they scan my face as if the answers to the universe’s mysteries can be found there. “He’s….my best everything. Ever,” she says with a happy, matchlessly beautiful smile. 

My heart does that thing…that stumble, trip, and fall that has always been its response to being near her. 

It doesn’t care that she’s my…whatever. It only knows that for me, she is love.
 

 


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About Dylan Allen

Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.

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BLOG TOUR ~ RELEASE by Aly Martinez

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with RELEASE, an all-new “mesmerizing” and “captivating” stand-alone romance from
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Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal.

At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend.

At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss.

By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.

Love never fails, right?

But for Ramsey, it did.

Love failed him.

I failed him.

The entire world failed him.

At seventeen, Ramsey was convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.

Move on,he wrote in his first and only letter from prison.

Start a new life, he urged.

I don’t love you anymore, he lied.

There was no such thing as giving up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.

So here I am, twelve long years later, waiting for a man I don’t even know to emerge from between the chain link gates.

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This is the first book by this author that I have read since her On the Ropes series. And oh my word, can I not explain why it took me so long to return. She holds the magic to create a story so tragically bleak, the reader cannot see how the story will turn out happily. Then, out of nowhere, something happens. The sluggish black mash that is on the page morphs into a bright light full of happiness.

Ramsey and Thea have been friends since they were little, outcasts bonded by tragedy and strife.
Release tells the tale from both past and present. Glimpses of who they were as children, teenagers all the way up to the worst night of their young lives.

Thea lives for the moment of getting him back; only when she does, it isn’t quite what she expected. She doesn’t fully comprehend what it was that Ramsey had to give up and do in order to survive his own private version of Hell. The boy he once was has been dead and buried, not laid to rest but buried alive. So many times I felt my heart weep at what I experienced.

For two people who so clearly loved one another, how could they not make it work?
Why were so many obstacles in their way? What was it that kept him hanging on to his temper by the skin of his teeth?

I found that I went into the first part of this book believing one thing and by the end of the second half my belief system had been tipped on its head.

So many things I want to talk about, but I won’t. The description and wording of this book is breathtaking. I hurt, I cried, I screamed and I laughed. What more can a good book do to you?


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It was funny. I’d spent almost half my life surrounded by the biggest, baddest criminals the state of Georgia had been able to capture. Yet, I was terrified of a five-foot-five woman who for some asinine reason was still in love with me.
I couldn’t be around her. Not if I wanted to keep my head straight and my eye on the prize. I had three years before I got off parole. I needed to get a job, tuck away some cash, and, the second I was allowed to leave Georgia, get the hell out of there. Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d be able to convince my sister to come with me. We didn’t have to go far. We could stay in the south if she wanted. South Carolina, North Carolina, Alabama, Tennessee—there were schools everywhere. Nora wouldn’t have trouble finding a job. The hardest part would be convincing her to leave Thea.
However, maybe if she did, Thea would finally move on with her life and stop obsessing about me.
I’d known they lived together for a while. I didn’t want anything to do with Thea while I was locked up, but I was happy as hell Nora had someone to lean on. I had been under the impression that Nora had gotten her own place when she found out about my release. I had been under that impression because Nora had straight-up told me she was getting her own place after I’d declared there was no way I was living with Thea.
Now, I was hiding in my room, waiting for Nora to wake up, open my door, and escort me to breakfast like a damn bodyguard so I could avoid confrontation.
Next up in my efforts to kill time was a workout. Sit ups, push-ups, planks, running in place. This was when I realized Nora hadn’t bought me any deodorant.
Another shower.
Another naked lap around the bedroom, and this time, I managed to keep my hands off my cock.
Finally, I got dressed. This required me to pick through a bunch of preppy shit Nora had bought for me to find tattered jeans and a fitted green tee that clung to my chest like a damn glove. In my closet, I found a belt and a pair of distressed brown lace-up boots that maybe could have doubled as combat boots if the war was taking place on a runway. But what the hell did I know about style? I’d been wearing orange or puke beige for almost half my life.
When I was done with all of that and there was still no sign of Nora, I sat on the edge of the bed and decided to give the phone thing a try. I wasn’t totally out of the technology loop. We had computers at the library and we were allowed to use them if we earned the privileges. But they might as well have been dinosaurs compared to the phone she’d bought me. I couldn’t even get it to read my face with the fancy secret laser thing. I gave up trying pretty quickly.
So there I was, bored out of my mind, starving, and poking at my newfound wrinkles in the bathroom mirror, when I heard a knock at my door.
“Ramsey?”
I froze, my eyes locked on the mirror, panic staring back at me.
Thea.
Jesus. I needed to find somewhere else to live.
Leaning out of the bathroom, I stared at the door. If I was super quiet, maybe she’d think I was still asleep and go the hell away.
When I didn’t reply, she knocked again. Her voice was timid and sweet, not at all like the fearless girl I’d grown up with. I hated it.
“Ramsey? You hungry? I’m making breakfast? I was wondering if you wanted something?” Everything from my name to the fact that she was making breakfast was a question, as if maybe she was asking permission to cook in her own house.
My stomach was currently feasting on my backbone. Still, I said nothing.
She sighed. “Okay. Well, if you change your—” There were several seconds of silence.
I quirked my eyebrow at the door, trying to figure out why she’d abruptly stopped talking, and then cursed my inability to develop x-ray vision.
I held my breath, hoping to hear her footsteps as she walked away.
No. Such. Fucking. Luck.
The door swung open and she came walking inside with her hands stacked over her eyes. “Look, I know you’re awake. I heard you running earlier. I also heard you take at least three showers. Sorry, but the house isn’t that big. Neither is the hot water heater. Are you at least dressed so I can open my eyes?”
Brave. Unapologetic. And completely oblivious to boundaries. Now that was the Thea I knew.
“Get out,” I barked.
“Dressed? Not dressed? Help me out here?”
“Get. Out.”
She kept her eyes closed. “You gotta eat, Ramsey. You can’t stay locked up in this room forever.”
I wanted to tell her to get the hell out again. Honestly, it was on the tip of my tongue. But it never made it past my lips because my traitorous eyes stole a head-to-toe of her lithe body. She was barefoot, wearing jeans—tight ones that tapered at her ankle. They looked like mine in the sense that they had a rip in the knee. They didn’t look like mine in the sense that they hugged the curve of her hips and more than likely her ass too. A pink tank top stretched across her chest, and I swear on my life, fuck x-ray vision because I could see the pebble of her nipples beneath the fabric.
It wasn’t a ridiculous dress.
It wasn’t stupid fucking heels.
She wasn’t wearing a face full of clown makeup.
She was just Thea.
The nostalgia pumped through my veins like acid even as my cock stirred. Fuck, I should have jerked off again in the shower.
“I’m dressed,” I bit out, desperate for her to put her damn hands down and maybe use them to cover her tits instead.
Her long, brown lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Those fucking eyes had once owned me. As a huge smile lit her face, I felt the claim all over again.
“Oh, look, you chose one of the outfits I picked out for you.”
Of course I had. Of fucking course. As soon as I got her out of my room, I was going to take the outfit off and light it on fire.
 

 

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KEYSTONE by Katie Delahanty is now available!

KEYSTONE, Katie Delahanty’s YA Scifi novel is available now! Be sure to check out the exclusive excerpt and download your copy today!


When Ella Karman debuts on the Social Stock Exchange, she finds out life as a high profile “Influencer” isn’t what she expected. Everyone around her is consumed by their rankings, in creating the smoke and mirrors that make them the envy of the world.

But then Ella’s best friend betrays her, her rankings tank, and she loses—everything.

Leaving her old life behind, she joins Keystone, a secret school for thieves, where students are trained to seal everything analog and original because something—or someone—is changing history to suit their needs.

Partnered with the annoyingly hot—and utterly impossible—Garrett Alexander, who has plenty of his own secrets, Ella is forced to return to the Influencer world, while unraveling a conspiracy that began decades ago.

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“But doesn’t being a Disconnect mean no technology? How would anyone even know about me?” I ask.
“We may live off the grid, but it’s important we’re aware of what’s going on in the world. At Keystone, we’re a special legion of Disconnects. Our mission is to steal analog history—to preserve the truth—before corporations and the government can alter the past to benefit their personal futures. We’re in danger of entering a Digital Dark Age, where the only information available is digital. Tape recordings, printed books, films, photographs—proof of history—are decaying and becoming scarce. Digital information is easy to tamper with, and there are forces at work that want current society to reflect their version of the past.” Allard sips her tea before continuing.
“Often, we’re after priceless works that are protected by the latest technology, so we have to understand tech even though we don’t use it ourselves. We have internet access in the Crypt—that’s our code-breaking library—and the TMI-feed is likely a guilty pleasure for some of the girls. They watch the Networks—they have to. For your Initiation Heist, you’ll be asked to go under cover in Influencer society, and you’ll need to know how to fit in—and how to hide in plain sight.”
“Initiation Heist?” I almost choke on my tea, the cup rattling in my trembling hands at having to reenter society.
“It’s the final test before becoming a full-fledged Keystone member with access to our top-level secrets, but don’t worry,” Allard says. “You’ll have plenty of time to learn our ways—and you’ll participate in a heist as an assistant to an Initiate—before you’re asked to lead a heist the following year.”
“Lead a heist?” My eyes bulge. “Right.”

 


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PROLOGUE REVEAL ~ MEET ME ON LOVE LANE by Nina Bocci

Today we are thrilled to be sharing the prologue of
MEET ME ON LOVE LANE, a small-town romantic comedy
by USA Today bestselling author Nina Bocci


Charlotte Bishop is out of options in New York City. Fired, broke, and blacklisted by her former boss, she’s forced to return to her hometown of Hope Lake, PA to lick her wounds. Although she’s expecting to find a miserable place with nothing to do, she is pleasantly surprised to discover it is bustling and thriving.

She’s only supposed to be in Hope Lake temporarily until she can earn enough money to move back to New York. She’s not supposed to reconnect with her childhood friends or her beloved grandmother. She’s not supposed to find her dream job running the local florist shop. And she’s definitely not supposed to fall for not one but two of Hope Lake’s golden boys: one the beloved high school English teacher, the other the charming town doctor.

With a heart torn between two men and two cities, what’s a girl to do?

A perfect blend of humor and heart, Meet Me on Love Lane is the second in a new series from USA TODAY bestselling author Nina Bocci that is sure to charm fans of Josie Silver and Sally Thorne.


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If you haven’t read the first book in Bocci’s Hopeless Romantic series, no worries. Meet Me on Love Lane is a stand-alone; however, you will meet up with characters from On the Corner of Love and Hate, become familiar with them and everyday life in Hope Lake. Yes, the author has taken her readers back to the small town where everyone knows everybody’s business in an endearing way.

What I couldn’t quite fathom out was why Charlotte seemed to be having trouble remembering what she’d left behind. And then I tried to do the same and it’s not easy. Twenty-one years is a long time, details escape us, things change and people move on. Hope Lake had changed for the better and to top the lot, Charlotte has a couple of admirers. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no love-triangle involvement, just a confused lass trying to find her way after recently experiencing an unfair happening.

‘Hope Lake seemed like the best, well, hope to get my life back on track.’

Even though she hasn’t got a bad bone in her body; at times her blurred feelings got the better of me. I wanted her to stop dwelling on the past and value everything around her. Granted, her family’s backstory has a lot to do with her being as she is but the question is, will she make this enchanting town her home or leave the folk who want her to stay!

“Think about it. Tell me what would make you run back there when you have all this and all that”—

Henry has a good-guy-next-door vibe about him. I have no complaints regarding Charlotte’s, viewpoint, but I do think if Henry had had his say, it would have given the story more depth. Especially observing what was going on and how he felt about it. Also, being drop-dead gorgeous was kind of irrelevant for me since he has such a gentle personality. Charlotte’s attitude towards relationships I found a tad peculiar but hey…I didn’t dislike the soft-spoken Dr. Max who’s also vying for her attention.

‘…I wanted temporary. Dr. Max was okay with that. Henry was not. I needed to keep reminding myself that.’

Henry’s best mates, Cooper and Nick play an important part and even though Nick’s a tad tactless, he certainly tickled me pink. And who cracked me up was Gigi, Charlotte’s grandma. She’s kept up with the times, giving words of encouragement when they’re due.

“She had to teach your father how to use his Apple Watch. She’s a pro.”

I did feel that some areas of the story needed a little more editing but to be fair, the copy I read was an early one. If you like easy-to-read feel-good romances low on angst and high on laughs, friendship and family, this book is for you. Looking forward to Nick’s story and wink-wink, hoping to see Charlotte’s bestie, Parker in the spring, too!

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We ran across town, holding hands and laughing as we darted through yards. The warm summer night was sticky, the humidity heavy on our skin. Neighbors shouted over the crickets and the owls, yelling for us to get home. It was well past dinnertime, but we’d made each other a promise that we wouldn’t stop until it was safe. What exactly safe meant was another story.

We didn’t exactly have a plan. Who does when you’re ten and running away from home? The idea had formed after we’d read From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler together at the library. We had packed the essentials, just like Claudia and Jamie from the book: clean underwear, our life savings of eighteen dollars and forty-seven cents, a change of clothes, and pajamas.

“I brought some LEGOs in case we get bored,” I told him, holding up a plastic bag filled with a few dozen random pieces.

The tips of his ears turned bright pink. “I brought, uh, some books. You know, in case of boredom.” He opened his backpack to reveal a small library inside.

“Some?” I teased, zipping it back up for him. “Come on, we’ve got to get moving.”

The streetlights flickered on one by one, almost as if they were following us, lighting the way for our families, who were by now surely trying to find us.

“Do you think Emma is mad we ducked out on her party? She hadn’t gotten to the presents yet, and you know how much she loves opening them with an audience,” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

We’d skipped out on our friend Emma’s birthday party just after the cake had been served. It was the height of excitement, and no one except the birthday girl herself knew that we had scooted out the back door. But that was at least thirty minutes ago, and our dads would be at Emma’s to pick us up by now.

“I told her what we were doing. She was going to try to keep them distracted to give us more of a head start,” I explained.

“Was she mad?” he asked, wondering if our mutual best friend was upset that we were running away.

“Worried, I think. You know Emma.”

He nodded in agreement. Our friend was always looking out for us.

“I promised that we’d write to let her know once we arrived safely at your aunt’s house. Are you sure your aunt won’t tell your mom where we’re going?”

He nodded. “She hasn’t talked to my mom in years. They’re mad at each other for something.”

Adults!

Dogs barked, nipping at our heels as we climbed the fence that spilled into the small backyard behind my grandmother’s office.

She wouldn’t come out and yell. Not at us.

Glancing behind me to the large brick building that sat in the fading darkness, I saw her cheering me on from the back window. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I had a feeling what it was.

Run. Or maybe: I love you. At the moment, they both meant the same thing.

If this had been any other day, she might have stopped me, talked some sense into me, as all grandmothers enjoyed doing. Maybe she—Dr. Bishop to everyone else, but Gigi to me and my friends—would have suggested that I stay with her as an alternative, either tucked away safely in her big sprawling house or even hidden away inside the doctor’s office where my dad was staying during the divorce. Anything instead of leaving me to listen to my parents’ constant fighting.

But not today. I think she hoped we would get away with our plan, given the circumstances. Not many people urged two ten-year-olds to run away, but Gigi suggested it without actually saying it. Better than anyone, she understood why I was desperate to leave.

I needed to leave, so that I could stay.

We scaled the last fence, leaving the majority of the small town behind. All that was beyond that was the railroad tracks and the woods.

Freedom.

But as I jumped down from the fence, a strangled cry spilled from my lips. With a thud, he hit the ground beside me, but just far enough away from the prickly branches that grew behind the fence.

The ones that I had landed right on top of.

“That looks really bad, Charlotte,” he said worriedly, glancing down at the two long gashes that had appeared on my leg. Bits of spiky branches poked out from the wound in my pale skin.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine,” I bit out, wincing when I tried to stand. “We have to keep going.” I wiped a muddy hand through the blood that slid down my leg.

“Maybe Gigi should look at it? Clean it up?” he asked, glancing down at the blood squeamishly. “She’s right there. I just saw her looking through the window when we cut through the yard behind her office.” He looked from my leg to the direction of the building over the fence behind us.

“No, they’ll look for us there,” I explained, trying to blink back the tears that welled up.

We both turned to look behind us. We’d heard the loud voices at the same time.

“If you’re sure.”

“I am. Promise.”

He nodded. “I can tie a tourniquet,” he offered, looking surprisingly steady as he examined my leg. “It’s how I got my first-aid merit badge,” he said proudly.

“Always a Boy Scout.” I smiled, but it faded quickly when we saw the telltale sign of a flashlight beam signaling above the fence.

Waving him off, I felt guilty not letting him show me his skills, but we didn’t have time. I rolled back my shoulders, wincing again through the shooting pain. “I’ll take care of it once we get to the river,” I said, limping away.

The sound of voices was getting louder. Shouts from our parents, concerned neighbors, and the—

We both looked back at the fence worriedly at the sound of the police siren.

“How did they get Birdy here already?” I asked, hearing the static from the walkie-talkie.

“Your dad probably called him as soon as he found the note you left. Between him and my parents, there’s no way that they wouldn’t get Birdy, if not all the police, involved.”

I felt defeated, wishing I hadn’t left the note stuck with a magnet on my dad’s refrigerator. “I hoped we would have had more of a head start,” I explained, trying to keep the weight off my injured leg.

Seeing my struggle, he frowned. “Here, hop on,” he offered quickly, turning so his back was to me.

I looked at him, then down at me. I had a couple of inches and at least ten pounds on him. “I’m so much bigger than you! You can’t carry me!” I said, just as another shooting pain radiated through my leg.

“I can do it. Trust me, Charlotte,” he insisted. “We have to hurry.”

His sky-blue eyes shone with kindness and compassion, the sentiment that I knew in my heart was honest and real. That’s what best friends did—they helped when you needed it. And this might be our only chance of getting out of Hope Lake.

I hopped on, wrapping my arms around him. “Are you okay?”

In response, he gently squeezed my legs and took off as fast as he could toward the river, the chorus of voices fading behind us.

When we finally made it to the train tracks, he helped me slide down to sit on one of the large rocks that lay between the tracks and the river.

Our tracks. Our parents and the others searching for us wouldn’t know to look for us here. It was our secret spot. Sure, it was an odd place for a couple of kids to run away to, but in a small town you’re limited to where you can disappear.

That was the first lesson I remembered clearly from my decade in Hope Lake: you can’t keep many secrets; everyone knows everyone’s business.

We would escape here when my parents fought. Or if he was getting picked on at school. Anytime we needed a friend, we knew to head here. Because that’s what best friends did.

“Are you okay?” I asked, swiping the hem of my shirt across his sweaty forehead. He was breathing heavily and collapsed beside the rock I was sitting on.

He nodded, his dark hair slicked with sweat. “I can’t believe how hot it is,” he said, still panting.

It was unseasonably warm for the end of September. “It feels more like the middle of summer,” I groaned, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

School had barely started, which brought up another sad realization. “I won’t be here this winter.” I felt the tears well up. “No snow tubing or sledding through the woods. I won’t even get to be in the Christmas pageant this year.”

“That sucks. It’s our year to be Charlie Brown and Lucy,” he said, reminding me of the parts that we should be performing in this year’s play, A Charlie Brown Christmas.

“Your mom can’t just let you stay until June when school’s done?” he asked hopefully.

I shook my head. “She said her new job in New York starts next week. We have to get settled, so that’s why we’re leaving tomorrow.”

He hung his head, keeping his eyes down. “And she won’t let you stay with your dad?”

“He won’t be here. He’s going on a mission trip to Ghana for the next four months.” I couldn’t keep the tears from plopping onto my hands. “And before you ask, there’s no way she’ll let me stay with Gigi. I already asked. So did Gigi. It’s hopeless.”

“What about Emma? The Peronis would let you stay with them. They’d love it. Or, me. You can come stay with us!”

The hopefulness in his tone was heartbreaking. We had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember, walking into kindergarten holding hands and being virtually inseparable ever since.

He sighed, long and hard. “We should have brought food and water.” He rubbed his stomach. I heard it growl when he leaned over to check on my leg.

Blowing out a shaky breath, he looked up, worried. “You’ve got to clean this, Charlotte. It’s going to get infected. I knew we should have stopped at Gigi’s,” he mumbled.

I dug around in my pack for napkins or tissues but came up empty. Sliding off the rock, I hobbled over to the river to splash water on my leg. “It burns.” I watched the diluted blood slide down and color my white socks pink. “I don’t know if it’s supposed to sting like this.”

When I looked up, he was beside me, handing me a shirt from his backpack. “Use this.” His face was pulled tight, expressionless.

“No way,” I said, pushing the Transformers shirt back to him. “That’s your favorite.”

He shrugged, tipping his head back toward the rock I was on.

“It’s what best friends do.” With the shirt balled up in his hand, he bent down and soaked it in the river. Then, with careful hands, he blotted the white shirt against the cuts on my leg, careful not to rub too hard.

“I’m sorry,” he said with a sympathetic voice when I winced from the sting. I couldn’t imagine how sad he was using that shirt. He’d saved his own money to buy it from the mall in Barreton.

Now it was streaked with blood and dirt because of me.

It’s what best friends do. There was a sticker on the pole beside my makeshift seat that read BEST FRIENDS. We had put it there last year when we had coincidentally taken off from another birthday party. That time, it was mine. “I remember that,” I said, pointing up to it. Seeing the sticker brought back the drama my mother had caused at my tenth birthday party.

My father and Gigi had planned all of it: the invites, the food, securing the location and getting a copy of the movie The Goonies for all of us to enjoy. My mother’s only job was to get me a cake. It should have been simple, but she arrived late and forgot to pick it up. When she ran to the bakery to get it, she insisted someone else had bought it—with my name on it—which was unlikely.

My father drove me to Gigi’s with my presents, but the embarrassment was thick and heavy around me and I couldn’t enjoy anything. When we pulled up to her house, my friend was already there waiting. As if he knew that I would be upset and need to escape. We took off for our spot until the sounds of crickets told us it was time to go home.

This time, we were ignoring the crickets. We didn’t have a home for me to go back to.

I smiled up at the sticker, trying to shake off the overbearing sadness creeping in. The sticker looked as though it was brand-new. “I wonder if that sticker will look that good when I come back to visit.”

We both knew that running away wouldn’t work and that we would have to face the inevitable. But it was still worth a shot.

“Of course it will. You’ll be here next weekend,” he said, with his usual hopeful tone. “Your mom promised.”

“Of course,” I lied, hoping to spare him the pain that I was feeling. I didn’t know when I’d be back, but I was determined that it would be soon. I took out the Polaroid camera that was a gift from last year’s doomed party and snapped two pictures. One for each of us.

“What’s this for?”

“To help us remember the good times.” Even though I was leaving, I’d have people back here as an anchor.

We looked at each other as best we could under the darkening sky. “This place won’t be the same without you, Charlotte,” he said, taking my hand in his.

My belly erupted in flutters. My usual defense mechanism was humor, so I went that route, tamping down the nervous energy that I started to get when he looked at me. “Quite literally.” I laughed, pointing over his shoulder.

“They will be building houses over there soon,” he said, nodding his head toward a sign that was stuck in the wet ground. It read FUTURE SITE OF THE LOVE LANE COMMUNITY. The sign sat on the edge of a steep embankment that would be the location of a new housing development. All the houses would look over the rest of the town below, and a massive yellow dump truck was already parked there for when construction started.

“It’s a silly name, isn’t it?” I scoffed. “Love Lane.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it’s nice, you know, if you like someone.”

My eyes swung to him, wide and curious. “What are you saying?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just saying it’s not that bad,” he mumbled, kicking the dirt. “It’s sad that people are going to be so close to this spot, though. It won’t be a secret anymore.” He looked up, and my heart plummeted when I saw the tears in his eyes. “This was supposed to be just for us.”

I nodded, holding back my own tears. “My dad said they’re not building up this far, but it’s only a matter of time before someone does,” I said, patting him on the knee.

“I’m going to miss this place.” I stared up at the chipped white railroad-crossing sign, my hand resting on the BEST FRIENDS sticker.

“Aren’t you going to miss anything else?” he asked, sitting beside me and stretching his legs out. Side by side the size difference between us was comical. His legs were bony, pale, and shorter than mine. My father said I’d had a growth spurt and that eventually he would have one, too, but there was also the chance that he was going to be slight in stature like his mom and not built broadly like his father, who was practically a giant.

It wasn’t just our height, though, that made us appear so different in age. He still looked like a little boy, whereas I—much to my dad’s dismay—was moving solidly toward preteenville. Doctor or not, my dad was jarred by the fact that his baby girl needed a training bra. My hair was growing faster, becoming more wayward with its curls, and my skin was starting to get the telltale signs that acne was going to be starting soon. Hormones were awful.

The only real similarity between us was the road map of scars, scabs, and black-and-blue marks that marred both of our limbs. It was thanks to hours of horseplay outside with friends. Friends I wouldn’t see every day anymore.

“Charlotte?” he said, bumping my leg with his.

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking. What did you ask?”

He sighed. “I asked if you were going to miss anything else.”

I smiled sadly. “I’ll miss my dad most of all. Three hours is a long way away to visit me, and he’s already so busy.”

“Are you going to miss anybody else? Teachers, classmates …” He paused, shrugging his shoulder. “Friends?” In hindsight, I should have realized what he was referring to.

Friends.

Him.

“I’m afraid.”

“Of leaving? New York is so cool! And you’re going to be so close to the city. Just a train ride away! We went with Cooper and his parents. There are shows on Broadway that you’ll love and the park has a zoo!”

I smiled weakly. “I know that. Dad mentioned it when he was trying to cheer me up.”

I sniffed, wiping my tears away with my shirt. “I’m worried everyone’s going to forget about me.”

A lump in my throat prevented me from continuing.

Taking my hand, he held it gently between his. “I’ll remember you, Charlotte.”

“I think I see them!” someone shouted from behind us.

He looked at me; the look of sadness and heartbreak that must have mirrored my own was written over his face. We lunged at each other at the same time, and I held him in the tightest hug I could muster up.

My tears plopped onto his shoulder, and I felt a wall, brick by brick, form around my heart. Protecting it from the hurt that I was feeling. This wasn’t a pain I ever wanted to feel again. I wouldn’t allow it.

What I didn’t realize was that by shutting out the pain of leaving him, I pushed him away completely. And I wouldn’t know what I was missing until I returned to Hope Lake.
 

 
 

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NINA BOCCI is a USA TODAY bestselling novelist that loves reading and writing about swoony, relatable heroes and smart, witty heroines. If it’s set in a small town, even better. You can always find her chatting on social media about her massive, crazy Italian family, and her favorite person in the world, her son.

 

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SAVAGE HUNGER by Lisa Renee Jones is LIVE!

Today we are delighted to be sharing the first book in a new savagely intense trilogy from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, SAVAGE HUNGER


Rick Savage, but they call him Savage and for a reason. He can make you laugh and then rip your heart out. No one knows that more than me, Candace Marks, the woman he left bleeding from the heart. I loved him. Lord help me, I’ve never stopped loving him.

Now, I’m engaged to another man, a brutal man I’m trapped into marrying, when to my shock, Savage returns home. Savage who I haven’t heard from in years. I want to hate him. I have ever reason to hate him, but I can’t. I still love him and I fear he will save me just to leave me bleeding one last time. He stirs my desires, a dark, delicious, and dangerous man destined to hurt me and leave me. This time I’m not sure I’ll survive.

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Second chance romances have and always will be my favourites. There’s no need for getting to know one another, there’s always chemistry from the outset. Always chock full of enough fuel to start a five-alarm fire. I live for the crash and burn of a second chance. I thrive on the insurmountable odds being concurred. The past being burned down around the couple and the phoenix that will soar above, emerging from the ashes of its smouldering carcass.

Nothing could have prepared me for the impact of Rick and Candace. Avoidance and repression had been Rick’s drug of choice. He became a professor in the art of staying the heck away from his past.
That is until he’s forced back to where it all began. Knowing that he has no other choice than to face the only woman who had ever slain the savage beast thriving and devouring his soul.

Candace can handle herself, most assuredly knows her way around a gun, blame that on her upbringing if you will. She can kick butt and take names, she made one hell of an impact on me in the first few pages. She impressed me more than I can articulate. I love a woman who can be tough and then soft. She switches from one to the other like I flick through pages of a book. I could quite easily become her number one cheerleader.

Suspense, action and romance; what more could a gal ask for? As is typical for this author, the story hits the ground running. No build-up, just typical wham bang thank you, ma’am.

Questions, half-truths, and huge abandonment issues are only a few of the issues Candace and Rick have to rebuild from. Candace takes no prisoners, forcing Rick to answer for his past mistakes. He owns them all, open and vulnerable. Body as hard as granite with a heart as soft as cotton wool. She owns him lock, stock and barrel and all she has to do is open her heart and turn the key. Heat and passion surround them. It’s almost as if they’re bathing in the flames of intensity.

But hold the phone; could this book get any better? Oh baby, I’m only teasing. I cannot wait to get the sequel in my greedy little hands. But wait! Be prepared. This five-alarm inferno ends on a cliff hanger. Be prepared to want to throw your Kindle around, instead take a moment and breathe. To do this would mean one sadly upsetting thing. How would you read the sequel?

Thank you, Ms. Jones, for once again reminding me why I relish reading.

“Why are you here alone, Rick Savage?”

He fixes me in a deep blue stare, and I swear I’m drifting in a sea of this man’s making. “To meet you. I just didn’t know it yet.”

The rain explodes around us again, an eternal roughening of the windows that only Texas does with such force. Thunder erupts with it, lightning in the distance, and I don’t know who moves first. Him or me. Suddenly though we’re in the middle of the seat and his fingers are tangling all rough and wonderfully in my hair, his mouth lowering to mine. “I’m going to kiss you now unless you object,” he says.

“Kiss me already, Savage.”

“Rick. Call me Rick.” And then his lips collide with my lips, his tongue a deep stroke of pure heat that has me moaning with the rush of sensation that assaults my body in the best of ways.

My arms slide around his muscular back, body pressing against his body, the hard lines of this incredible man absorbing more than the softer part of me. That need to be touched explodes inside me, demanding satisfaction. He pulls back and stares down at me. “Do you want to get out of here? Together.”

I tell myself this is crazy, insane, wildly out of my character. “I don’t do things like this. Ever.”

He kisses me again and leaves me breathless. “Make me the first.”

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women-owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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