Τρίτη, 23 Μαΐου 2017

Blitz Packet: Falcon's Way by Nona Raines

Falcon’s Way

by Nona Raines Publication Date: May 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Trust no one. Barrett Gilmore survives by that creed. She learned it the hard way. The tough times are mostly behind her now. And if she’s not really happy, at least she’s at peace. Until Michael Falco storms into her life. Sure, she’s grateful he stepped in when she was attacked on the street, but she never asked him to play the hero in the rest of her life. She doesn’t need rescuing. But still he pursues her. He wants her. Barrett knows there’s an angle. A man with his wealth could only want one thing from a woman like her. And she’s not for sale. She doesn’t trust him, but worse, she doesn’t trust herself around him. Barrett knows how to survive. But with Michael, she’ll learn how to live.

Excerpt 1:
A split second before someone grabbed her from behind, she sensed it was going to happen. The air went electric. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. But that instant's warning wasn't enough. A pair of arms wrapped around her, squeezing her arms against her body, thrusting the air from her chest.
It was the skinny dude from the steps. He was stronger than he looked. "I don't want your shitty burgers, bitch," he hissed in her ear. "Give me your money. I know you got some."
Her mind went blank before muscle memory kicked in. Then, grabbing his arms, she bent her knees in a crouch, brought the weight of her body low, dragged his arms down. Then she stomped his left foot hard and kicked back at his knee.
It was enough to force him to loosen his hold and let her break free, but it had been too long since she'd had to defend herself. She was off her game. The dude grabbed her again, this time by the hoodie. She should have done the smart thing, slip out of the garment and take off, but she was too fucking pissed. Who was this asshole to put his hands on her? She aimed a fist at his face, but only grazed him. They both toppled to the pavement.
While Barrett and the mugger grappled on the sidewalk, she vaguely came aware of the screech of tires, shouts, and pounding footsteps. One second she was peeling the dude's fingers off her neck, and the next second he was gone as though vaporized.
A face stared down at her. A different face. "Are you all right?"
"Uh…" Was she? She'd had the wind knocked out of her, but otherwise didn't think she was hurt. Before she could say more, strong hands were lifting her to her feet.
She found herself looking at a man not much taller than her own five-eight, whippet-lean, with sharp, hungry features. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." She'd be bruised tomorrow for sure, but other than that… "I'm okay." When she tried to pull her hand from his, pain lanced up her right arm. She winced. Damn it, she must have twisted it in the scuffle.
The man's eyes narrowed, catching her hiss of pain. "He did."
"I'm okay." Her own stupid fault for tangling with a guy who was high, desperate, or both.
"No, you're not." The man held her by the left elbow as though he had no intention of letting her go. "What the hell were you thinking, coming alone to this part of town at night?"
Though she'd been kicking herself just a moment ago, anger sparked at the thought of this stranger lecturing her. Even if he had come to her aid. "You're here, aren't you?" Ever the smart-ass.
He blinked, as though he wasn't used to back talk. It was then she noticed his fancy suit and tie and the cut of his long coat. At the curb sat a sleek black sedan. He was money. The kind used to giving orders and having them obeyed.

Excerpt 2:
"So. Barrett." He pushed aside his untouched cup and folded his arms on the table. "Why don't you tell me why we're here."
"Kendra called. Said you've offered a building to ACT."
"Nothing as grand as that. Just some office space. She said your lease was ending and the organization would have to find a new location."
"All the same, that's pretty generous."
He didn't answer, simply shrugged, which for some reason pissed her off. Was it really such a little thing to him that he could slough it off? How privileged was this guy?
"So what's the catch?" she asked.
His eyes widened. She'd noted their unusual color more than once, but now she was taken by his eyelashes, so dark and long. Lashes that would make most women jealous.
"What are you talking about?" He looked mystified.
Barrett wasn't fooled. There was always a catch, a stinger, an ulterior motive. Everything came with a cost. She just didn't know what Falco's was.
"Why are you doing this? Is it some kind of tax write-off or something?"
Anger flickered in his face. "Why do you assume I have some selfish reason? Can't I simply do something decent?"
Could he? Barrett wavered. Was she so cynical that she no longer believed anyone capable of decency?
"I don't know," she murmured.
"When you spoke about ACT and the people it helped, you were so passionate. I was moved." He placed his hand over hers on the table. "You were so—"
"Dedicated. Yeah, that's what you told Kendra." She gazed down at his hand covering hers. She ought to snatch hers back and let him know he had no right to touch her. The thing was, she didn't want to.
And that scared her. So she said the bitchiest thing she could think of. "Are you doing all this because you want to get in my pants?"
She cringed as soon as the words left her mouth. Sure, Barrett. You're so hot the man will donate a building to get you. Conceited much?
Falco's eyes narrowed as he withdrew his hand. "Don't be crude."
"Is that the problem? I phrased it too crudely?"
His face was immobile. God, was the man made of ice? "You're better than this," he said.
Even though she knew she was in the wrong, she couldn't back down. Never show weakness. "How should I say it, then? Do you want to have sex with me? Sleep with me? Make love?" She rolled her eyes to show her contempt for the cheesy romantic sentiment.
Without so much as blinking an eye, Falco responded. "Yes, I do. But that's not why I want to help ACT."
His honesty disarmed her and left her speechless. Not so clever now, are you, smart-ass?
"They're two completely unrelated things. One is not contingent on the other." He leaned forward, invading her space, and it was all she could do not to draw back. "So to answer your question, I want to help your organization, and I want to sleep with you. Does that satisfy you?"
An unwanted image flashed in her mind: an image of the two of them in bed together. Heat instantly suffused her. A tingle ran up her spine, and tendrils of need unfurled throughout her body. Her breasts felt tight and heavy, and her belly trembled. And lower down, desire pulsed insistently between her thighs. She grew wet.
Well, her brain might resist the thought, but her body was gung ho. She wanted him. Falco, of all people. How did that make sense? And how long had it been since she'd felt sexual toward anyone? She'd wondered if that part of her had shut down completely.
Barrett almost wanted to laugh. Looks like you're not ready for the convent just yet.

Excerpt 3:
He'd decorated his bedroom in shades of blue. Crisp white sheets contrasted with the navy coverlet on top of the large four-poster bed. The dark wood dresser and armoire gleamed with polish.
"Nice," Barrett remarked. She was afraid to say more, afraid her voice would tremble. Damn it, she wanted this. Why was she so nervous?
Before they reached the bed, Michael released her hand and faced her. There he stood, perfectly still, as though giving her time to change her mind. Back down, if that was her choice.
Hell, no. Sucking in a deep breath, she reached for his tie. Sweat popped out on her hairline as she fumbled with the knot. At last she gave up—she wanted to sleep with the guy, not strangle him. "I'm already out of my depth." She gave him a lopsided smile.
The smile he returned was genuine, full of warmth. "Not at all." He made short work of the tie, unfastening it and tossing it onto the bed. He made it look so easy, just like everything he did.
All right. Maybe his tie had her confounded, but for sure she could handle his shirt buttons. Before she undid the first button, though, he stopped her. "Wait."
Her hands fell to her side as he slipped his arms around her. Barrett lost herself in the scent of him, soap and aftershave enlivened by the heat of his skin. Closing her eyes, she swayed into him, resting her head on his shoulder. In drowsy surprise, she heard the soft purr of her back zipper being lowered. The silky material fell from her shoulders as he undressed her.
He was good at this. Much better than she was. A tiny spurt of jealousy needled her. How much practice did he have?
What's the difference? He's here with you now.
She had to up her game. Stepping back, she let the dress slide down her torso, then gave a little shimmy to have it fall to the floor. The heat that sparked in his eyes filled her with satisfaction. Kicking the garment aside, she reached for his buttons.
He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to hers, flicking his tongue against her lips until she opened them for his exploration. Cool air wafted against her bare back once he unhooked her bra.
"Wait." Her plea was garbled by their kiss. "Wait."
"What is it?" His eyelids were half lowered, his face flushed. His hard cock pressed against her belly and her body responded with a rush of moisture.
"I have to catch up." She plucked at his shirtfront, only half undone while she was nearly naked.
"Barrett." His tone was gentle. "We're in this together. It's not a competition." His expression lit with tenderness and even a bit of humor.
He was right. They were in this together. She didn't need to worry about keeping the upper hand or staying in control. Now, with him, she could just…
"Let go," he murmured, drawing her close again. "Can you?"

About Nona Raines

Nona Raines became hooked on romances when she first picked up “The Flame and the Flower” by Kathleen Woodiwiss (and she’s not telling how long ago that was). Romances may have changed since then, but her love for a good love story has not. She’s been writing off and on for years, but it was only when she joined the Central New York Romance Writers Association that she finally gained the support and confidence she needed to complete a manuscript. Nona lives in upstate New York with her many pets and is currently working on her next novel. A former librarian, she enjoys reading books of all genres and discussing them with others. She is thrilled to finally be able to call herself an author.

Blitz Packet: Infinite Us by Eden Butler

Infinite Us

by Eden Butler Genre: Contemporary Romance Publication Date: May 23, 2017
Love is timeless… Nash Nation loves zeroes and ones, over-sized monitors and late office hours. He’s too busy taking over the world to make time for relationships—that is, until his new neighbor Willow O’Bryant barges into his life, and now Nash can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the first time she’s interrupted his world. Then, the dreams start. And in the dreams—memories. Memories of a girl named Sookie who couldn’t count on love or friendship, never mind forever. Memories of a library and a boy called Isaac and secrets made in private that destroyed his world. The memories seem real, but who do they belong to? When Nash and Willow discover the truth, life as they know it unravels. The bridge between this life and the next is shored up by blood and bone and memory. Sometimes, that bridge leads to the place we’ve always wanted to be.


It was the dream. The waking dream again.

There was something tied up in that dream—a memory, the life I knew but had never lived. That was the only explanation.

The dream crawled inside my skull like a centipede. It stayed there, burrowed itself so deep inside my brain that imagination got squashed. Nothing was fantasy anymore. What had been figments of my imagination had grown to something real, something I couldn’t beat away. Something I couldn’t ignore.

It stayed with me during the investors’ meeting, as Duncan talked about projections and media outreach. He spoke and I watched his face, focused like I understood the meaning behind the noise, the unrecognizable words his mouth made. I knew he was expecting me to weigh in with some technical spin, but it was all I could do

to keep from completely drifting away.

Lucky for me, he liked the sound of his own voice. Even Duncan and his slick CEO arrogance didn’t distract me from the dream. The sound of his pitch, that salesman shine he thought might impress the investors didn’t do a damn thing to erase what I’d felt.

What I’d seen. What I remembered.

The dream stayed even as his nagging turned into a whining drone that made my teeth ache.

“What the fuck was that? You just tuned out. You weren’t engaged at all.”

No. I hadn’t been. Still wasn’t as I fed him some bullshit about a migraine.

“I’ll catch you later, man. I gotta jet.”

He didn’t buy my excuse. Duncan’s eyes narrowed and I swear I felt his stare hot on my neck as I moved out of his office and stood waiting at the elevator. Wasn’t much I could hide from him through that glass wall so I kept my head down, wondering how I’d gotten messed up with that asshole in the first place.

Ah. Right. I had a program and no cash. Duncan had deep pockets and was looking for someone’s coattails to ride. One plus one is always two.

Didn’t much care if he bought the migraine excuse. I felt something right at the base of my skull. A pressure, a dull ache, but I wasn’t sick. I was high.

My brain went into autopilot as I left Manhattan, grabbing the A train to get me to downtown Brooklyn. And the whole way home, with the rocking of the train, the funky smell of the city getting fainter with every stop, and the even worse body odor of all the compressed bodies, the ache in my head grew the closer we came to my stop, that weird memory nagging at me.

That shit wouldn’t let me be.

Over and over in my head, as I huddled tight behind my jacket in the still chilly weather, the memory came clear as a raindrop.

Me and her. Me and the woman I didn’t know. Me as a man I’d never been.

The smell of roses. The thick hint of dust and coffee.

The feel of worn book bindings and the scrap of metal chairs on wood floors.

The taste of honey on my tongue.

The woman wrapped around me, holding tight, like I was her lifeline. Her red hair between my fingers, her nails pulling at my collar. Feeling needed. Feeling free.

A gust of wind blew off my hood, had my eyes watering as I jogged the rest of the way toward my building, barely acknowledging the people grouped around the front entrance. But then the sound of kids screeching cut into my brain, and I finally noticed that Old Man Walker was handing out Jolly Ranchers from the top step; for his grandkids and the others bouncing around, he couldn't get the wrapped candy out of his pockets fast enough.

In that small chaos, compounded by an arguing couple from 3C coming out of the elevator, brushing past the cluster of kids in their red and green puffy coats and their sniffling noses, heels clicking on the tile floor and crackling over the candy wrappers littering the hall, I forgot about the dream. If only for a second.

Until I saw Willow at the mailboxes.

She didn’t look much like the woman in my dream. Her hair was not red, but light brown. The redhead’s had been thick and bone straight. Willow’s was wild, all over the place, as though she could never get it under control.

The woman in my dream had been thin with barely a hint of curve to her shape. Elegant, graceful like a ballerina. Willow was all dips and bends, luscious, her legs strong with well-defined muscle, and a wide, wondrous ass.

Suddenly the rest of the world receded and there was nothing but the movement of Willow’s hair as she dug the mail from her box, the rhythm of her limbs as she swatted at that thick mass of hair, the swoop of her jacket hem against all those round, perfect curves as she turned, her attention on the envelopes in her hand.

The smell of her skin, the jasmine in her hair, seemed to billow around me as I stood motionless in the lobby. She was everywhere, familiar and yet unknown. A stranger/not stranger I had held at arm’s length, but still far more real than my dream, than the memory it was trying to evoke.

Willow stopped short as she noticed me, pausing with the mail held against her chest, a frown appearing on her face. I knew that expression from the last time I saw her, when I lied and told her I didn’t want her, when I had spoken promises that even then I knew I’d never keep.

“Nash.” There was a bite in her voice, the clip of my name, as if she was trying to sound disdainful, yet her voice still held an undertone of something that, if it had a flavor, would have tasted like honey.

And then the dream, that sweet, stinging memory crashed over me. Déjà vu and fantasy and shit I did not understand hit me like a fever, and I was lost. The redhead kissed my neck. The hint of her soft, liquid tongue against my skin, tugging on my ear, wanting me with a fierceness no one ever had before, overwhelmed me, and I had to close my eyes to keep from being dragged under.

“Nash?” Willow’s voice reeled me back in, and I opened my eyes to see her sweet, concerned expression and the curve of her mouth, the fullness of her bottom lip.

Then Willow... she took the back of her hair in one hand, twisting it into a knot—the smallest gesture that I’d seen her do a dozen times—and suddenly I realized: the woman in my dream had done the same thing. The same motion, the same

movement. Just like Willow.

A sharp intake of breath—that was me. Willow had backed up a half step, her face confused, conflicted, and despite what I’d said before, I reached out and slid my fingers tentatively to touch her face, guiding her chin up so I could look into her eyes.


She made the smallest noise, something that sounded like moan and laugh at the same time. It transformed, deepened to a growl when I kissed her. Yet even as my mouth found hers, as my tongue slid along her lip, begging an invitation, one thought consumed me, something I didn’t believe was left over from my dream. One thought that made me brave, made me hungry: this woman belongs to me.

About Eden Butler

Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help.

Blitz Packet: This is the End, Baby by K. Webster

This is the End, Baby

War & Peace #7 by K. Webster Publication Date: May 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance
***This is the seventh and final book in the series. First six books must be read in order to fully understand this story line. THIS STORY IS A NOVELLA AND SHORTER THAN THE REST.*** They say the king is the most powerful piece on the board. However, they haven’t met me. This queen knows all the rules. She plays the game better than him. In my game, the queen can knock the king right off the board. Game over. The END. But, I love him. The darkness threatens to make me lose sight of my strategy from time to time, but in the END, love always prevails. Problem is, my black king is playing by a different set of rules. His END game is one he shields from me. It’s a game he plays closely with the white king, the most brilliant player of all. Together, they want to END my game. They want to END me. This queen doesn’t go down without a fight. This queen makes her own rules. This queen will outsmart those who play against her. This is the END, baby. In the END, I am going to win it all. ***Warning*** This is the End, Baby is a dark romance. Extreme sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for you.

About K. Webster

K Webster2 K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads! Website: Newsletter:

Blitz Packet: World Tour by L.V. Lewis

World Tour

Rocking the Pop Star, Book 2 by L.V. Lewis Publication Date: May 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Brody Kent retired from music after the death of his girlfriend during the heyday of his rock band, The Savages. Now, he’s persuaded to take his alter-ego Savage Saban back into the limelight in front of a different audience. Brody’s new girlfriend, pop icon Skylar Samuelson is preparing for the domestic part of her World Tour, where together they hope to merge their fan bases. Grappling with the fame that his notoriety brings once again, Brody reluctantly takes the stage. On his first night performing he returns to his dressing room to find a message written in red lipstick on his mirror. Could Kimberly Heart, his dead ex-girlfriend, really have written it? Blotting out the possibility, Brody continues with the tour, but his relationship with Sky begins to suffer as his old band members turn up at the fourth concert and criticize him for selling out. And then he receives another, chilling message. As Brody’s life and relationship with Sky begins to implode, he finds himself pushed to the very brink by someone he never expected. He now stands to lose everything he holds dear. Is there any way back for Brody and Sky?

WORLD TOUR (Rocking the Pop Star, Book 2) – EXCERPT – Chapter 1

I could lie in bed like this forever and never get bored. Waking up next to the woman I love is a high point of my day. Sky is still sleeping next to me, and I refuse to wake her up before I have to. She only had a few weeks off after her European tour, and this is the last free day before we start touring in North America.
She fits perfectly against me as if she is made for me. I’m tempted to steal her away for myself—away from her demanding career and loyal fans. If I were even a little bit more selfish, I’d do just that. But I know I can’t.
Sky lives for her music and her fans. She would finish her tour no matter what. Her passion is just one of the things I love about her. It’s also a reminder of who I used to be.
Before the lavish parties, drinking, and drugs, there was always the music. That was who I was as Savage Saban. The music was at the core of my identity.
But who am I now? There is no more hiding. My life as Brody Kent disappears each day that the media and fans learn about my outing. I don’t regret it.
When I sang for Sky, it reminded me of the life I left behind, the high points mostly. I was in the moment and had to show her how much she meant to me.
Ever since then, the press and gossip rags have been persistent.
The demons of my past slip further away with each day I hold Sky in my arms and she tells me she loves me.
Everything with Sky feels as natural as breathing. She is the fresh sky to my cloudy mess of a dark thunderstorm. Only she can release me. Being with her makes me feel like I can take in the air around me again without choking on it, without having it tear at my lungs and leaving an open scar for the world to see.
As if knowing I’m thinking about her, she stirs next to me.
I run my finger up her arm, and she sighs. I can’t stop myself from kissing her. Sky’s lips make me think of exotic fruit when I kiss her, so soft and sweet that I can’t help but crave more of her.

About L.V. Lewis

Growing up, L.V. Lewis wanted to be an internationally known rock star, but unfortunately, lived in the wrong part of the country to pursue that career (and neither American Idol nor The Voice were available then). An early love for the written word gave her the plan B she sought. Her career as a contract manager was not creative writing by a long shot, but it didn’t require her to spend the hundreds of thousands of dollars required for a law degree. It does pay the bills while she dabbles in the publishing world as an author on the evenings and weekends.LV lives in Florida with her husband. They are the parents of four children, three of whom don’t think they need their parents anymore, so they share their home with a sweet female German Shepherd and an alpha male Pomeranian/Chihuahua mix who thinks he rules the world. Her love for writing is only eclipsed by her love for her family. LV is the winner of the AMB Ovation Award for Outstanding Debut Author in Urban Literature 2014 for her novel, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever (2013). Her novel, Exit Strategy is a finalist in the 2014 RomCon Readers’ Crown Contest. Learn more about L.V. Lewis at Subscribe to L.V. Lewis’s newsletter at to receive notifications about new books.

Teaser MY BEST FRIEND'S EX by Meghan Quinn

My Best Friend’s Ex, an all new sexy, laugh out loud romantic comedy is coming June 1st!

When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson.

Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer.

Boy, was I wrong.

Rules are set, dinners are made, conversations are had, and a shirtless, swoony roommate walks around in nothing but a pair of black briefs, ruining me for every other man.

Before I know it, I turn into a panting, lust-filled woman begging for Tucker to kiss me, touch me, and show me exactly what is hiding under those briefs.

But with great orgasms, comes great consequences.

Tucker might be my friend and roommate but he’s also my best friend's ex-boyfriend, making him completely off-limits. At least that's what my brain is telling me, my heart is speaking an entirely different language.

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TEASER SHARE: Disgraced by Natasha Knight

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Disgraced by Natasha Knight is coming soon and it has a brand new cover!

Release Date: May 26th
Genre: Dark Romance



Disgrace: the condition of one fallen from grace.
She is my forbidden fruit. The one temptation I cannot resist.
The first night…
I rescued her from an attack in the seedy underground of New York City.
The second night…
She told me the first of many lies.
She thinks she can keep me out of her world, but she’s in over her head. Watching her, being near her, it gives breath to something dark inside me. Something primal and forbidden. Forbidden to me.
Because in six months, I’ll be an ordained priest.
And she complicates things.
She thinks she is my disgrace. Truth is, my fall had begun the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

Release Blitz THE LINE by Amie Knight


The Line, an all-new standalone from Amie Knight is now LIVE!

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The Line by Amie Knight Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publication Date: May 23rd

I was a thief.
The invisible girl only he could see.
The woman who wanted to be more.
He was the mark.
The extraordinary cowboy who stole my sixteen-year-old heart.
The damaged man who still owned it, even four years later.
The Line was where we began.
Where fates collided.
Where truths derailed.
The place where our love story ends.

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About the Author:

Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South. AmieKnight

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