EXCERPT REVEAL ~ A FAVOR FOR A FAVOR by Helena Hunting

Today we are thrilled to be sharing an excerpt of A FAVOR FOR A FAVOR by New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting.

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When I joined Seattle’s NHL expansion team, I thought it was the start of something great. But nothing ever goes the way you expect. Take my introduction to my new neighbor. She came rolling in on the hot mess express at midnight, making a racket while she tried to get into my team captain’s apartment. Did I mention that he’s married to a woman who definitely was not her?

Imagine my surprise when I end up with an injury that has me out of the game for weeks, and she’s the one to offer to help me. I should probably add that she’s not the captain’s mistress. She’s his sexy, pastel-haired younger sister.

So we come up with an arrangement: she rehabs me so that I can get back on the ice sooner, and she can add a professional athlete that isn’t her brother to her client list. Seems simple enough. As long as I can keep my hands to myself and my hormones in check.

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“Say you were taking a woman to a formal work function. Would you get her flowers or something?” I’ve gone on my fair share of dates, had a few relationships, but I’ve never been one for hearts and flowers or any of that bull. I’m thinking I might need to do that with Stevie, though, since she’s been screwed over pretty hard.“Is this a date or a favor for a friend?”

“I guess she thinks I’m doing her a favor.” At least that was the impression that I got when I offered to go with her.

“Is that actually what you’re doing?”

“Yes and no.”

“Can you give me a little more to go on?”

“Her ex is going to be there and I don’t want her to go alone.”

“You don’t want her to go alone because you’re worried he’ll be a jerk or he’ll try to take advantage of her?”

“Sure, yeah, that’s part of the reason.”

“Instead of me dragging the information out of you, why don’t you lay it down for me?”

“So, Stevie—”

“Hold up, we’re back to Rook’s little sister?”

“Who else would I be talking about?”

“I thought you said there isn’t anything going on between you, and now you’re taking her to some kind of work function? That’s not a favor; that’s a date. Does Rook know?”

“It’s none of his damn business.”

“I’m not sure he’ll see it that way.”

“Well, he doesn’t have control over her or what she does, or what I do.” I’m agitated now. “She’s not going to that thing alone. I don’t trust that ex of hers, and I don’t want her to end up in a situation she doesn’t like.”

Kingston tips his head to the side. “Dang.”

“What?”

“You like her.”

“Well, yeah, I like her.” What’s not to like? She’s gorgeous, and she’s funny and feisty; her body is rockin’; and she’s fun to be around, super chill, and genuinely selfless.

“Like you actually want to date her, though.”

I shrug, because what am I going to say? The answer to that is yes, I want to date her, but the timing needs to be right. “I don’t want the ex thinking he has another chance.“

“You really love complicated situations, don’t you?”

“They just tend to find me, is all.”

“When’s this event you’re supposed to take her to?” King asks.

“Saturday.”

He frowns. “We get back at noon on Saturday.”

“It’s in the evening.”

“You better hope our flight isn’t delayed.”

I hadn’t considered a delay. The only reason that would happen is if the weather isn’t good. “It doesn’t start until five. I should have plenty of time to get home and throw a suit on.”

Kingston nods and taps restlessly on the edge of the pool. “So would you call this your first date?”

“We hang out all the time.”

“‘Hang out’ meaning what?”

“Other than PT sessions, we watch hockey, eat pizza, stuff like that.”

Kingston blinks several times in rapid succession. “That’s it?”

“I pick her up from work a lot.”

“Have you ever bought her flowers before? Brought her any gifts?”

“I brought her over an aloe plant once. But, like I said, it hasn’t been like that.” I don’t get why he’s so hung up on the flowers.

“Again, please try not to take offense, but are you sure you haven’t inadvertently put yourself in the friend zone?”

“How do I know if I’m in the friend zone?” I haven’t had a lot of friends who are girls. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend who’s a girl who isn’t related to me. And I only have two female cousins, whom I see a couple of times a year at family functions. They’re significantly younger than me, so mostly I avoid them.

It’s Kingston’s turn to blow out a long breath. “If you put your arm around her and she gets all snuggly but doesn’t try to take it any further, it could mean you’re in the friend zone.”

I don’t know what my expression must be, but the panic I feel inside quite possibly reaches my face. I feel like it should be obvious that I’m interested. A guy doesn’t spend endless hours with a gorgeous woman who combines weird pizza toppings for shits and giggles. But then again, I haven’t attempted to make a move on her since the almost-kiss. And any conversation I’ve tried to have with her about it has been shut down. In fact, she wants to pretend it didn’t happen. I hadn’t considered that this might be because she actually didn’t want it to happen at all. She seemed just as into it as I was. Or maybe I’ve been misreading the whole thing. “If I’m in the friend zone, how the hell do I get out?”
 

 
 

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF

Diving into A Favor for a Favor, book two in the All In Series which can be enjoyed as a standalone is as always with Hunting’s books, easy-peasy. However, if you read A Lie for a Lie #1 first which just happens to be one of my fave 2019 reads, you’ll get to meet Stevie’s brother, RJ and learn about the NHL team’s camaraderie. Hunting has yet again delivered a laugh-out-loud romance that has me snorting into the middle of the night! So be warned, if you pick the book up late evening, you could possibly cause a disturbance!

“You’re welcome for making sure you weren’t murdered last night.”
“Buy a pair of pants!”

Ooh. My. Gawd! Stevie and Bishop’s impression of each other was not good from the word go. Not surprising either. She’d irritated this bear of a man at daft o’clock and he wasn’t in any mood to cover up. Yep, he loves his sassy underwear! To top the lot, he jumps to conclusions without having the facts and being the cocky guy that he is, rubs her up the wrong way…no pun intended, of course!

‘I don’t know that I hate him, but I definitely don’t like him.’

How could I not fall for Stevie? She’s no pushover and Bishop and I kinda liked this, but their slow-burn friendship isn’t going to be plain sailing. No love lost between Bishop and RJ won’t help matters and as far as physical therapists go in this sport, it’s still a man’s world, so Stevie’s got to prove herself. She’s very, but very good at her job and her first patient is…guess who? I really liked observing how little by little, they began to feel more at home with each other. She’s Bishop’s hope, the woman who will help him get back on the ice. Hmm, now to see if they rock their professional boats or not because all said and done, work ethics have to be complied with.

“You’re being awfully cagey about her if she’s just a friend. Don’t think I can’t tell you’re trying to hide her.”

Bishop is all kinds of grumpy and it took me a while to understand how he ticked. One thing is for sure, he’ll bend over backwards for his younger brother who he feels is his responsibility. Hunting delves into an illness hard to live with, her references accurate and enlightening. But who fell out of favour with me this time around which is weird seeing as I really connected with him in A Lie For A Lie was RJ. He has so much attitude in this book that I could have gladly strangled him!

“You can’t date a hockey player.”
“Are you kidding me?”

Great side players and although Stevie wound me up a tad with a past issue, I got eventually got her drift when it all came back to bite her. I liked the pacing of this light-hearted book with a touch of angst—you’ll see what’s bothering these two loveable characters by reading it, and the banter on all levels is fabulous! The narration from a dual perspective in present worked perfectly in this thoroughly enjoyable enemies-to-friends-to-lovers rom-com with all its amorous obstacles cleverly portrayed. Bravo Hunting!

ARC kindly provided by Montlake Romance in exchange for an honest review.


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

 

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BLOG TOUR ~ EVEN IF IT HURTS by Marni Mann

When you have a perfect marriage, only an impossible reconnection could make you risk it all.

Today we are thrilled to be on tour with USA Today bestselling author Marni Mann’s highly anticipated and emotionally charged contemporary romance, EVEN IF IT HURTS

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OLIVER

When I met her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

We were so young and so passionate.

We studied business in the day and each other’s bodies at night.

We always knew it would end with the semester, so we loved hard with no regrets.

LANCE

When I met her, I couldn’t get her off my mind.

We were fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.

We fit each other like missing puzzle pieces.

And just when I thought my life was perfect, it got better. She became my wife.

CHLOE

I met my first love while studying abroad in London.

When I moved home, I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love again.

Until I met him. The man who became my husband.

The one I promised a lifetime to.

Then, my first love came back into my life …

And I realized that love was bigger than any one man.

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I finished Even If It Hurts over a week ago, but what I never expected is for a story and its characters to have such an impact on my everyday thoughts. I still don’t know why I’m so profoundly affected by it since I’ve read this subgenre more times than I can count. The only conclusion I can reach is that the author’s not only successfully hit home, but also made me examine my capability to judge. Although I wasn’t jumping for joy with some elements of the story, it’s a read to be seriously considered. And as boundaries will be crossed, I’d highly recommend reading the synopsis if you haven’t already.

Mann’s storytelling is indisputably good. She made it difficult for me to control my emotions, and to say she cracked it with loves so unconditional would be putting it mildly. Set over a period of years and split into four parts, before anything else one gets the rush of first love and all the feels that go with it. My own memories came flooding back. The elations, passion and then the hurt of betrayal. Of course, betrayal comes in many forms and is therefore interpreted differently.

“… Even if it hurts. Even if it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do, you have to stop.”

Oliver wowed the pants off me! Gorgeous, bearded and smooth-talking, Marni got the Brit lingo and collocations down to a tee. His loveable best mates, their banter and where they went together aroused many feelings of familiarity. But more importantly, the way he put the love of his life before himself.

“People disappear when there’s magic involved.”
“But I’m not going anywhere.”

The story flows effortlessly into the heroine’s new rose-coloured life. Although I was still in my comfort zone, it all felt too good to be true. For me, Chloe and Lance were a match made in heaven. Their pitch-perfect dialogue moved me, how he encouraged her career aspirations without much ado and how he supported her regardless of work obligations. However, was what occurred later fate or destiny? As fate can’t be chosen, I thought that at the very least, Chloe could have set a limit on love. Especially well-knowing someone wouldn’t come out unscathed. And as it’s not my place to say what her destiny will be, you’ll just have to read her story to find out.

“Sometimes, you have to leave for a while to remember why you fell in love in the first place.”

I was a nervous wreck three-quarters of the way into the book. No matter how hard I tried to put myself in Chloe’s shoes, I had trouble coping with some pretty spontaneous decisions made in some even more intense scenes. Sometimes we let our heart rule our head yet the reality of her doings because they did feel so lifelike, shattered me.

“One day, I hope the hurt will finally go away.”

Even If It Hurts is impeccably written. The author broke my heart to mend it and then break it again. I can’t possibly tell you whose team I was on as I adored both Oliver and Lance equally. Despite bawling my eyes out in the last chapter, a niggly feeling wouldn’t leave me alone—the hidden truth. Chloe does get advice from her bestie whom I really connected with but if it were me giving Chloe it, I still have no idea what I’d say to her. One thing’s for sure, not all is fair in love. Bravo Marni!

“You know this is wrong; you don’t need me to tell you that. I’ve never judged you, and I’m certainly not going to start now.”

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© 2020 Marni Mann
All rights reserved.

 
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his hands hovering, waiting to reach for one of the bottles. 

I gripped the edge of the bar top, holding the cold leather, and said, “Prosecco, please.” 

The speakeasy wasn’t too packed tonight, just a steady business crowd filling the main space and the small seating nooks that were like little dens built into the perimeter. 

My eyes were falling over the row of wine, studying the labels, when I felt a piece of fabric brush across the side of my arm. I turned just in time to see a dark suit jacket leaving my skin, and with it came a scent. One that was so sharp and demanding—the smell of power if it came in a bottle.

I couldn’t believe how much I liked it. 

My gaze traveled higher to the silk tie, the broad shoulders, and the full frame that was at least six-three and all suit. And I found myself holding in my breath as I took in this absolutely gorgeous man with thick black hair and a clean-shaven face, blue eyes so dark that they looked navy. 

“Have you ordered?” he asked in a rich, deep voice. 

“He’s making mine now.”

It was easy to see there was nothing raw about this man. He had a polished, educated demeanor with a richness that went well beyond the cost of his suit. 

He smiled, and I found myself sucked into it, unable to look away. “What’s your name?” 

With a stare as invasive as his, one I felt move straight through me, it seemed my name was something he should certainly know at this point.

“Chloe Kennedy.” 

He turned his body so he was now facing me, showing me details I hadn’t picked up before—a narrow, angular nose and tiny wrinkles at the sides of his eyes. His hand reached forward, and when it surrounded mine, he said, “Lance Hamilton.” 

“Here’s your Prosecco,” the bartender said, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him set down the glass. 

“Add that to my tab, and I’ll take a scotch,” Lance said with his eyes on me. 

I knew my cheeks were blushing, and it wasn’t because he was paying for the drink. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I can’t let a beautiful woman like yourself pay for her own drink.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone else here who should be buying it?” 

“No.” I shook my head. “Only you.” 

My hand was still in his, gripped in a shake that I felt all the way up to my shoulder, across my chest, and down to my other hand that was clenching the cold glass of champagne. 

My comment seemed to make his smile grow, and he held my hand for a second longer before releasing me. 

“I was just coming to find you,” Molly said, startling me, her arm then snaking around my waist. “Looks like Lance found you instead.”

I glanced at my best friend, knowing Lance could hear us. “You know him?” 

“I work with Marshall,” Lance said before Molly could reply, and he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Nice to see you, Molly.” 

She grinned at him. “You too.” 

He hadn’t been part of the group Molly and Marshall introduced me to when we first arrived, nor had I seen him at any of the parties I attended with her. If I’d met Lance before, I wouldn’t have forgotten.

“I’ll see you back at the table,” she said, her arm leaving my waist, and she gave me a look I knew well. It was one that told me she approved, and then she was gone just as the bartender handed Lance his drink.

“Thank you again,” I said as he handed the bartender his credit card. He held his glass in the air, near mine, smiling.

“To the morning and everything that happens in between.”

I laughed, clicking my Prosecco to his scotch, and it felt like a warmth had crept over me, even before I put my lips to glass and swallowed. 
 

 

Meet Marni:

Bestselling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.

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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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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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Sex, Not Love

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Beautiful Mistake

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EGOmaniac

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Bossman

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The Baller

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Beat

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Throb

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MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)

Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)

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Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)

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Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)

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Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel) by Vi Keeland & Dylan Scott

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NOVELS CO-WRITTEN WITH Penelope Ward

Dirty Letters

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Park Avenue Play

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THE RUSH SERIES (2 BOOK SERIES)

Rebel Heir

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Rebel Heart

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Dear Bridget, I Want You

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Playboy Pilot

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Mister Moneybags

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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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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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All rights reserved.

 
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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About Aly

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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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.”

 


Katie lives in Los Angeles with her husband, twin daughters, and son. Growing up in Pittsburgh, she loved old movies and playing dress up, but never considered telling stories of her own until she was asked to start a blog for the sleepwear company she worked for. Unsure what to say about lingerie, she wrote a fictional serial about a girl chasing her costume design dreams who fell in love with a rock star along the way. And that’s when Katie fell in love with storytelling. That blog became The Brightside Series and she’s been waking before dawn to write ever since.

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