Friday, October 20, 2017

SPOTLIGHT: This Baby Business by Heatherly Bell @HeatherlyBelle #Giveaway @InkSlingerPR #Harlequin

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Title: This Baby Business

Author: Heatherly Bell

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Air force pilot Levi Lambert has seen plenty of danger—but his infant daughter might be the death of him. Fortunately, Levi's found the answer to his sleep-deprived prayers: his next-door neighbor! Carly Gilmore is willing to be his nanny…until a small white lie turns their arrangement from business to very personal. The fake engagement was intended to keep Levi from losing custody of his baby girl, but is causing all sorts of new problems. Not only does Carly attract trouble like bees to honey, but there's the little matter of Levi's smokin'-hot attraction to her. The last thing he needs is to fall in love…



Levi lifted Petunia and placed her in the sudsy water. She seemed to like it, too, just like the lady said she would. She made a strange half-honk and half-squealing sound. Carly kept quiet and let Levi work. Quiet worked for her, too, especially when it involved watching Levi bend and, as his board shorts ran down low on his hips, reveal a patch of golden skin. He had a perfect ass. And it was official—Carly was boy crazy. Er, man crazy. She and Petunia, that is. The smart pig had rolled on her side, perhaps to make it easier for Levi to cop a feel. Carly would swear Petunia had batted her eyelashes at the man.
“You okay?” Levi squatted next to Petunia, rubbing her belly with a wet brush as he washed her. He cocked his head to Carly, waiting for her answer.
If she was talking about the other night, no, she was not. She’d been thinking about him way too much. “I didn’t know they’d be here. She just…showed up.”
“It’ll be okay.” He spoke smoothly and without an ounce of emotion.
That was Levi. Cool. Calm. No fear. She wondered if he’d give her lessons.
He rinsed Petunia off one last time with a large sponge, then lifted her out of the tub and straightened to his full height.
“She wants to know a good time to go out to dinner. What should I say?”
“Stall.”
“Good idea. I’ll tell her I’m too busy with work. You’re too busy with work. We’re both just way too busy.”
“So long as you don’t make it sound like we’re so busy we can’t take care of Grace.”
“Right.”
“I’m not worried.” He grinned. “You’ve got this.”
“Yes. Yes, I do. Okay. I should get Petunia back to her owner. Wait. Where’s Petunia?” Carly turned in a circle. No Petunia.
“Shit.” Levi stared in the direction of the airstrip, which of course was fenced off to the general public.
Petunia was headed for the fence where there was a strip of grass and dirt. Mostly dirt. Carly ran for the pig, but Levi, with his long legs, quickly outpaced her. Petunia squealed as if she’d finally tasted the sweet freedom of her ancestors. Dirt, straight ahead. Could paradise be far behind?
Carly heard a woman screech, “My pig! Petunia, come back to me. Come back!”
“I’ve got this!” Levi yelled.
“I’ve got this!” Carly waved to the woman.
Levi reached the pig first, of course, but Carly was right behind him. He put his hands on Petunia but she snorted and, being wet, slipped out of his grip.
Carly tried to block her between them and got a hand on her once, but Petunia got away. Now she was slippery, wet and muddy thanks to the dirt. When she tried to make a run for it again, Carly threw herself on top of her. But it seemed that the harder Carly clung, the more Petunia wriggled. She squealed and snorted in a most unladylike way. And dear God in heaven, was Carly actually wrestling with a pig? Wearing her favorite Forever 21 summer dress?
“Aren’t you going to help me? Put the leash on her! Levi. Hurry! I’ve got her.”
But he simply stood over her, hands on hips, grinning ear to ear. He’d been joined by the pig owner on one side, and Mr. and Mrs. Lane on the other. Mrs. Lane had a worried look on her face, but the amusement in Levi’s eyes was impossible to miss. The owner bent to leash Petunia.
Levi grinned and held out his hand. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you never to wrestle with a pig?”

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

SPOTLIGHT: Falling Forward by Dawn Robertson @InkSlingerPR #RomanticComedy #Giveaway

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Title: FALLING FORWARD 
Author: Dawn Robertson 
Genre: Romantic Comedy 
Release Day: September 26th

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What do you do when you hate your life and your joy is gone? Never the sister with the best of luck, Luna Rockwell gave up on her own happiness a long time ago. She's lost herself in a never-ending cycle of work, in a career she’s come to loathe.

 When a once in a lifetime opportunity comes along, on the second worst day of her life, it gives her a chance most women can only dream about. Searching for love in a new city, Luna finds herself in a love-triangle she never expected. Will Luna find love once and for all, or is she destined to be the cat-lady aunt for the rest of her life?



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Do you know what the worst part of being single is? The lack of a sex life. I love sex. I love the intimacy. I love the pleasure and sometimes the pain. I love everything about sharing something so personal with another human being. Now my sex life includes a plethora of sex toys I’ve accumulated over the years. Lelo’s, a Magic Wand, bullets, you name it… I got it.
But, it doesn’t replace the longing I have for just getting fucked sometimes. It’s been about six months since I hooked up with a guy I met on Tinder. He was cute, but as soon as he opened his mouth it was all ruined for me. There is something about a man of intelligence that gets me, and if he is smart enough, sometimes the looks don’t even matter. If I can’t hold a conversation with you about current events, politics, or just what you do for work… the chances we are going to become more than sex, is slim to none. He did the job for an itch I had to scratch, but when it was all said and done, I ghosted him. Blocked his cell number, and never looked back.
I know that is kind of a dude thing to do, but I was only after one thing and I got it. I knew there was no happily ever after with him, and I wasn’t going to lead him on. Shit, I can’t even remember his name now. Keith? Ken? Kevin? I think it was Keith. Not that it matters anyway.

There are definitely nights that I long for someone to climb into bed with me and just show me the love that I insist I don’t need. Over the last week, I’ve really had to isolate myself because I have a big fucking mouth. If it was up to me, I would’ve told my sisters about my big win. Rob insisted no one is to know until the prize has been claimed and paid, which should be finished by tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ve started looking at cities to relocate to. I’m done with Orlando, and while I will always be Orlando Strong, I need a change. Everywhere I go around this city, I can see the ghosts of my parents. The memories I shared with them growing up, and it’s not letting me get past everything that has happened. It’s making my whole grief process a lot harder than it needs to be.


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 Three times best selling author Dawn Robertson was born and raised in Connecticut before relocating to Florida in 2013. The same year first novel, Hers debuted as an Amazon Best Seller. Replicating that success with two additional novels in the following years. The Indie publishing world has grown to love her raw writing style depicting strong women in real life situations, topping the charts in erotica, romance, and romance-suspense. Robertson has even insinuated that the female characters in her book mirror her real life. But, that I'll leave to speculation. When Dawn Robertson is not writing she is a full-time Real Estate professional in Florida, and mother of three amazing children.






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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

SPOTLIGHT: Grand Slam by Tracie Delaney #Giveaway @Tracie_Delaney @IndieSagePR

Grand Slam

by Tracie Delaney Winning Ace #3 
Publication Date: October 11, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Serial

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A destroyed career.
A bitter break-up.
After Tally’s perfect life implodes, she moves to Greece. There she finds a country overcome with refugees fleeing the crisis in the Middle East.
She vows to help and, in the process, begins to heal herself.
Shattered by his loss, Cash commits to months of therapy, determined to win back the love of his life. His struggles, though, are far from over.
When a shocking turn of events thrusts Tally back into Cash’s life a moment of joy brings a stranger into their lives.
Who is she? What does she want?
And will Tally and Cash ever find lasting happiness?

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EXCERPT #2

She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, her phone was ringing. Barely conscious, she couldn’t work out whether it was a call or her alarm. With her eyes still shut, she reached out and located her phone. She squinted at the screen and sat bolt upright.
Cash was calling her.
The phone slipped through her fingers and landed in her lap. Snatching at it, she managed to answer before the call was diverted to voicemail.
“H-Hello,” she said tentatively.
“I got a missed call from this number. Who is this?”
Tally sucked in a breath. Hearing Cash’s voice after so long was like putting soothing lotion on a nasty burn. She closed her eyes as though that would somehow make it easier to speak.
“Don’t mind me, love. I’ve got all fucking day,” he said, forthright as ever.
“It’s Natalia.”
Her hands shook as she was met with a stony silence.
“Are you okay?” he finally said, although his tone held no warmth.
“Yes. I-I’m sorry for calling.”
“What do you want?”
Tally flinched at his bluntness. “To hear your voice,” she said, her vision blurring with unshed tears.
“There’s hundreds of videos on YouTube.”
A flash of pain shot through her chest. “This was a mistake.” She pulled her phone away from her ear.
“Wait! Don’t hang up. Are you still there?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“How are you?”
“Good. I’m good.”
“You changed your number.”
She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
“But you kept mine.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t live on false hope, Natalia.”
She fisted her hands into her pyjamas as another burst of pain shot through her. “It’s late. I’m going now.”
“Natalia?”
“Yes.”
A pause. “Take care of yourself.”


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Tracie Delaney is the author of the Winning Ace trilogy. She loves nothing more than immersing herself in a good romance, although she sometimes, rather cheekily, makes her characters wait for their HEA.
When she isn’t writing or sitting around with her head stuck in a book, she can often be found watching The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones or any tennis match involving Roger Federer. Her greatest fear is running out of coffee.
Tracie studied accountancy, gaining her qualification in 2001. Her maths teacher would no doubt be stunned by this revelation considering Tracie could barely add two plus two at high school.
Tracie lives in the North West of England with her amazingly supportive husband. They both share a love of dogs, travel and wine.

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Monday, October 16, 2017

RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: Sleeper by Lexi Blake @authorlexiblake @InkSlingerPR #Paranormal #New



    When Neil’s past catches up to him, Kelsey must choose between her new family and an old love… With tensions rising between the Council and demonkind, Kelsey finds herself investigating a series of murders that threaten the fragile truce between them. If she can’t stop these killings soon, they could ignite a fire sure to burn the supernatural world down. Unfortunately for her, Kelsey’s problems don’t stop with a pile of dead halflings.

Her connection with Marcus is frayed at best, and Gray hasn’t been heard from in months. Her only semblance of peace comes from a new man in her life. When Gray storms back into the picture, her love life goes from incredibly complicated to apocalyptic. Just as Kelsey begins to unravel the mystery, the forces of Heaven decide to take an interest in her actions. Outclassed with these powers in play, Kelsey knows that one misstep could leave the human and supernatural worlds in ashes.    

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“Your Highness, please back away. In fact, it would be best if you left the room altogether.” Felix put himself between me and Roberts. “Kelsey, I need you to push her down. Push her back down for a few moments. Marcus will be back soon and he’s going to take care of you. Being around those angels unsettled you. I don’t know if you noticed, but at the end of the meeting, your ward fell off. You didn’t have it on when Oliver shook your hand. He’s unbalanced and now you are, too. It’s like a contagion for someone like you. Oliver’s illness has called up your inner wolf and she’s angry.”
“Perhaps if I touch her,” Henri began. “I’m an academic. I don’t have the same connection she has with Marcus, but I might be able to help.”
“I’m not unbalanced.” It didn’t matter that my hands were shaking and they had been ever since I’d left the angels behind. “I’m going to talk to the wolf whether you like it or not. He’s been handling silver. It’s the only reason his hands wouldn’t have healed. Even then, a couple of hours would have done it. Unless the freaking silver he held came straight from Heaven. What about it, Roberts? How did you spend last night?”
The wolf was shaking his head. “I don’t know.”
That wasn’t an answer I was willing to accept. I was about to explain that to everyone when Chad stepped up and got in my face.
“I’m taking him out of here now,” Chad explained. “You’ll let me or we’re going to have trouble.”
I was ready for trouble. I was fairly sure I grinned, the idea of fighting a vamp lifting my spirits high. For the first time in what felt like hours, I went still. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Chad turned, his shoulders squaring, and I felt the world begin to bend around me. Chad belongs to one of the rarest classes of vampire—the magicians. As far as I knew, he was the only one walking the night at this time. He could form illusions so real you could taste food, feel imaginary rain on your skin, utterly believe whatever he wanted you to believe. I’d come up against him before. I might be one of the only people in the world who could see through him.
“It won’t work,” I said calmly as reality seemed to go dark and I heard the hissing of snakes all around me. “Do you not remember what happened the last time you pulled this shit on me? It took three tranqs to take me down. I don’t think you have those on you today.”
“I won’t need them.” Chad lifted his hand and the world shifted.
“Holy shit,” Casey said, climbing up on his desk. “What the fuck is happening?”
Snakes were happening. They were crawling from the woodwork, twitching and hissing my way. The fibers of the carpet beneath my feet lengthened and formed more snakes until they were a menacing mass, threatening everyone in the room.
Well, except for Chad, who had lifted his husband into his arms and prepared to take him away.
I let my wolf loose a bit. She knew this was all an illusion. That primitive part of my brain that Chad was accessing, the lizard brain that merely wanted to survive, was taken over by the wolf inside me. The alpha wolf didn’t want mere survival. She wanted to dominate, and that meant seeing past fear, trusting her instincts over what her eyes perceived.
The minute I opened the door, I felt her surge through me.
“I’m not letting you go. I can’t. I’m conducting a murder investigation, and I believe your boy here just became my prime suspect.” My hands twitched, eager for a fight, and I realized how long it had been since Marcus and I had thrown down.
Too long. Remember that whole thing about needing sex or violence to feed my inner wolf? Well, she was hungry and there was a whole lot of violence in Chad’s eyes.
I welcomed it. I could feel the need rise like a wave threatening to engulf me. This was why I had a trainer in the first place.
I gritted my teeth because Chad turned on his power. I could feel those fucking snakes climbing my legs and sinking their fangs into me. I refused to pay any attention to them despite the fact that I ached to rip the fuckers off me and toss them aside. To do that would have given the magician more power. If I bought into it, if I took my eyes off the only thing in the room that was real, I would end up like Casey, who was screaming like a girl.
“Let me pass, Hunter,” Chad said.
I stood my ground like the good Gandalf I was. Except I kind of wanted to shove my nonexistent staff right up old Chad’s ass, and then we would see if he sent snakes my way again.
The anger rose, rapid and quick, a flash fire coursing through me. I didn’t even realize when I had reached for the fireplace poker. All I knew was it was suddenly in my hands and I was going to use it. I could see myself shoving that piece of wrought iron right through his heart. It wouldn’t kill him. I would need wood for that, but then again, I didn’t want the fight over so quickly.
I raised the poker, ready to start.
“Stop it, both of you.” Donovan stepped in between us, but I didn’t care at that moment. I hadn’t felt this way in forever, not since Marcus had taken me in. I hadn’t been so out of control that I didn’t care who I hurt as long as I got to hurt someone. I would fuck up Donovan, too. All that mattered was seeing blood, feeling bones crush.
“You see, I told you she’s far gone and I can’t fix her anymore. I’ve called Gray and he has an idea of what to do,” Marcus was saying.
I wasn’t listening.
I started to bring the poker down Donovan’s way, but I was stopped in mid swing. A hand held my wrist, an arm going around my middle and hauling me back against muscled flesh.
“Stop it,” Trent growled in my ear. “You stand down right this second.”




         


NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Sunday, October 15, 2017

SPOTLIGHT: Light of the Spirit by Lisa Kessler #Giveaway @IndieSagePR @LdyDisney #Paranormal

Light of the Spirit

by Lisa Kessler Muse Chronicles #4 
Publication Date: September 18, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Standalone

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EXCERPT #1 (First Kiss) 

She laughed and something warmed inside of him. Her dark eyes met his. “Have you ever had a secret that involved other people, and you couldn’t share it without exposing them? I have to be really careful.”

He rubbed his forehead. “And swimming is going to help?”

“It might.” She popped forward in her seat and covered his hand in both of hers. “Tell you what? Come swim with me, and I’ll give you a free haircut.”

He laughed again before he could stop himself. “You don’t have to bribe me for a chance to see you in a bathing suit.”

She flipped her hair back with a twinkle in her eyes. “Is that a yes?”

“Sure. When?”

“After pizza.”

“You have a pool?”

“Yeah. You have swim trunks?”

“Not on me.” He couldn’t help but laugh again. “But I’m wearing boxers, will that work?” She nodded, and he picked up his slice of pizza. “This is the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.”

She grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

And it was. He’d had plenty of dates and a handful of relationships in the past, but he hadn’t laughed this much since… Hell, he couldn’t even remember.

***
Lia made Trinity swear to stay in the condo. If she was going to nonchalantly search Cooper for a crescent-shaped birthmark, she didn’t want witnesses. Lia stepped into the shallow end of the swimming pool, grateful it was heated. Not that Crystal City had much in the way of seasons. It was almost always sunny, but fall nights like tonight were chilly.

The back door opened, and Cooper walked toward the pool. Lord. She prayed her jaw wasn’t hanging open. His broad shoulders were muscled—heck, all of him was covered in muscles—and his skin was tan. On his bicep, he had a single tattoo of the caduceus, which symbolized medicine and healers.

She forced her eyes up to his face. “Come on in. The water’s fine.”

Instead of walking into the shallow end from the steps, he took two running strides and dove into the deep end. He was like a sexy bullet shooting through the water, breaking the surface right in front of her. Without thinking, she placed her hand on his chest.

He covered her hand with his and bent closer. “Is anyone going to come out needing you to set an alarm?”

“I’ll break their arm,” she said, her pulse racing.

He smiled as he closed the distance between their lips. His kiss was warm, soft, and knee weakening. She ran her hands up his chest, lacing her fingers around the back of his neck as his hands caressed the small of her back. The second her bare belly pressed against him, heat smoldered low inside of her.

Gradually, his tongue teased her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She moaned as she explored his mouth. He bent his knees, his hands sliding lower to grip the back of her thighs. He straightened, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. A rumble vibrated through his chest, and he tipped his head to the side, deepening the kiss until every inch of her ached for his attention.

She brushed her lips against his, her teeth catching his lower lip for a second before she made herself pull back. Blinking her eyes open, she gasped for air. “Okay. That was totally worth the wait.”

He brought one hand out of the water to cup her cheek and caressed her skin with his thumb. “Definitely.”






SYNOPSIS:

The gods never sleep…
As the mortal vessel for the Muse of Comedy, Lia Youlos lights up every room with laughter and smiles. But there are darker forces at work, and they want to snuff out her light forever.
Cooper Hanover is a hardworking paramedic who healed Lia after a fire, but something happened that day, something medical science couldn’t explain. And if he doesn’t figure out how it works soon, the next healing could kill him.
Lia’s smile and sharp wit tempt him to love again, and he’s not going to let anyone, not even the gods, take her from him.
The Prophecy“Every generation the nine daughters of Zeus are reborn, and with their rebirth are also nine Guardians. They will be marked by the gods, and given gifts to protect his treasure. Their abilities will only be unlocked when they find their muse.”


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Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.
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