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<b>Title: Duke with Benefits</b><br />
<b>Series: Studies in Scandal</b><br />
<b>Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks</b><br />
<b>Release Date: June 27, 2017</b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>LADY + DUKE = TRUE LOVE?</b></span><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Lady Daphne Forsyth is a brilliant mathematician with a burning passion for puzzles. When she learns that the library belonging to her benefactress houses the legendary Cameron Cipher—an encrypted message that, once solved, holds the key to great riches—Daphne is on the case. Unfortunately, her race to unlock the cipher’s code is continually thwarted by a deliciously handsome distraction she hadn’t counted on . . . and cannot resist.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Dalton Beauchamp, the Duke of Maitland, is curious as to why Daphne is spending so much time snooping around his aunt’s bookshelves. He’s even more intrigued by her bold yet calculating manner: She is unapologetic about her secret quest . . . and the fiery attraction that develops between them both. But how can they concentrate on solving a perplexing enigma once the prospect of true love enters the equation?</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Duke with Benefits is the second in Manda Collins' Studies in Scandal series set in Regency England.</b><br />
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<b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b>“There you are, my dear,” said the Earl of Forsyth with a beaming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Maitland saw at once that Daphne favored him. Her green eyes were the same shade as his, though there were lines of dissipation bracketing the earl’s. And though his expertly cropped blond hair was shot through with silver, what remained of its original color was the same shade as hers. But whereas Daphne’s gaze was focused off to the left of whomever she conversed with, like a bird hovering just over a branch, Forsyth’s speared one with cold calculation. As he did to Daphne now.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“You are looking well, Daphne,” the earl continued, stepping forward to embrace his daughter, who looked as uncomfortable with the contact as Maitland had ever seen her. “The sea air agrees with you. As I knew it would.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“The sea is very beautiful,” Daphne replied woodenly. “Why are you here, Father?”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Is that any way to greet your Papa?” the earl chided, stepping back from her and wandering farther into the room, standing to stare out at the gardens below through the window. “I’ve traveled all the way from London to see you. And this lovely estate. I must admit that when I first learned of your inheritance, I thought it was all some sort of trick. But you would have your own way and leave the loving bosom of your family no matter what I said. Now that I’m here, though, and see it in person, I must admit that it’s a lovely spot. And your chaperone, Lady Serena, is quite beautiful, isn’t she? A widow, I take it?”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>His jaw clenched at the man’s mention of Serena, and Maitland thought perhaps it was time to announce himself. Daphne seemed not to realize he’d followed her in, and the earl was too busy waxing rhapsodic over the beauties of Beauchamp House.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“I don’t believe we’ve met, Forsyth,” he said forcefully, stepping up to stand side by side with Daphne. He gave a slight bow, perhaps not quite as deep as was warranted, but not caring. “The Duke of Maitland. I am a friend of your daughter’s, you might say.”</b><br />
<b>What he meant by that last, he could not say, but the man made every bit of protective instinct within him go on the alert. He was her father, but all the same Maitland knew that Daphne was no safer with him than she would have been with Sommersby if he still lived.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>At the sound of the duke’s voice, Lord Forsyth turned with almost comical haste from the window and stared. For the barest flicker, he looked angry. Well, if he were upset at the knowledge that his daughter was not without friends, then he would simply have to swallow it. Because Maitland was damned if he’d leave her alone with the fellow.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Duke,” Lord Forsyth said with a tilt of his head, “I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I was a friend of your father’s, and had little notion I’d be meeting you here. He was a good man, your father.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>His father had been nothing of the sort, but Maitland was hardly going to discuss it with Forsyth.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“I am here visiting my sister, Lady Serena,” Maitland said coolly, letting the other man know in tone rather than words that he had not appreciated the older man’s speculative words about her earlier. </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“And of course my cousin, Kerr. He only recently married another of the heiresses here, and resides here with her.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Forsyth’s eyes narrowed at the implication that Daphne was well protected should her father wish to cause trouble. At least that was the message Maitland was endeavoring to send. And by the looks of it, Forsyth read him loud and clear.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Capital, capital,” the earl said with false cheer. “A merry party you must all make here. I had no idea you were in such fine company here, Daphne. No notion at all.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Because we have not spoken since I left,” Daphne said, looking from her father to Maitland then back again, as if wondering what went on between them. “And now, father, I really must ask you to leave. I have a great deal of work to do and . . .”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Don’t be absurd, Daphne,” her father said with a shake of his head. “I only just arrived. And there is something very important I must speak to you about.” He turned to Maitland with a raised brow. “I’m sure you’ll excuse us, Duke. I’m afraid what I need to tell my daughter is private family business.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Maitland was opening his mouth to tell the man he would leave Daphne alone with him when hell froze over, when Daphne did it for him.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“Maitland stays,” she said, reaching out to grasp him by the arm. It was as much of a cry for help as he’d ever thought he’d see from her. Wordlessly, he slipped her arm into his, as if they were about to promenade round the room. He covered her hand with his, keenly aware of the thread of tension in her.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Once more, the earl’s eyes narrowed, and he turned an assessing gaze on Maitland, perhaps realizing for the first time the threat coming at him from that direction.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>His jaw clenched, Forsyth said grimly, “Very well. If you wish your friend to witness our dirty linen, so be it.” As if needing to be in motion in order to speak, the earl began to pace the area between the window and the fireplace. “You know, Daphne, you left me without any obvious means of recouping what I lost from years of paying that tutor of yours, old man Sommersby.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“You agreed to pay him,” Daphne said tightly. “After I threatened to expose . . .”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Hastily, Forsyth continued, “And I am currently in need of funds. As such, I must insist you return to London with me for the time being and meet a particular gentleman who has expressed interest in marrying you. Though his birth is not as high as yours, he’s quite wealthy and will make you a good husband, I trust. He’s assured me he has no concern about your odd ways, if you’re as beautiful as your portrait.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Before Maitland could burst out with the string of invectives the other man’s pronouncement inspired in him, Daphne said, “I cannot marry this person. I’ve never even met him. You promised me that I would not have to marry someone for money as long as I won enough at the tables. I did so. You promised me, father.” </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“I never actually promised, Daphne.” Forsyth said with a shake of his head. “If you chose to interpret it as such, that is not my fault. Now, go pack your things.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Daphne’s hand on Maitland’s arm gripped him tightly. And before he even knew what he was doing, he said, “I’m afraid that’s impossible, Forsyth. Daphne is staying here.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>“It might once have been your right, Forsyth,” Maitland said coldly, “but Lady Daphne is my betrothed now and as such, she will remain here. With me.”</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <span style="color: magenta;"><i><b>Copyright © 2017 by Manda Collins and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Manda Collins</span> is the author of several books, including Ready Set Rogue and The Lords of Anarchy series. She spent her teen years wishing she’d been born a couple of centuries earlier, preferably in the English countryside. Time travel being what it is, she resigned herself to life with electricity and indoor plumbing, and read lots of books. When she’s not writing, she’s helping other people use books, as an academic librarian.</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Manda Collins links: </span><a href="http://www.mandacollins.com/" target="_blank">Website</a> ~<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mandacollinsauthor/" target="_blank"> Facebook</a> ~ <a href="https://twitter.com/mandacollins?lang=en" target="_blank">Twitter</a> ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4889328.Manda_Collins" target="_blank">Goodreads </a><br />
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<b>Title: Airman to the Rescue</b><br />
<b>Series: Heroes of Fortune Valley (Book 2)</b><br />
<b>Author: Heatherly Bell</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Harlequin SuperRomance</b><br />
<b>Release Date: June 1, 2017</b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>She's off-limits…and perfect for him! </b></span><br />
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<b>It was supposed to be easy. Sarah Mcallister was going to flip her late father's house and head back to Colorado for a fresh start. But when her shady contractor gets arrested, taking most of her budget with him, she's at risk of losing everything. Enter Matt Conner…sexy pilot, single dad, Sarah's brother's best friend…and far too good with his hands for her peace of mind.</b><br />
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<b>Moving into Sarah's spare bedroom is just asking for trouble, but Matt's trying to make amends with his troubled teen son, and a key step is finding a decent place to crash for as long as it takes. And the woman needs his help. Unfortunately, the closer the house gets to reno-perfect, the more he knows Sarah is meant to stay in Fortune Valley…with him.</b><br />
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<b>Sarah stumbled into the now dark living room, and found Matt lying on the couch, Shackles curled up at his feet. Through the sliver of moonlight shining through the window, she could make out that he had his shirt off, a pillow over his face. As if she’d given him a headache.</b></div>
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<b>Wait until she got going. “Matt.”</b></div>
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<b>“What’s going on here?” She stood hands on hips and then decided that looked too accusatory for seduction, so she relaxed her arms at her sides.</b></div>
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<b>“Go to sleep, Sarah.”</b></div>
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<b>“No.”</b></div>
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<b>He lifted the pillow from his face, one eye open. “I don’t want to argue with you.”</b></div>
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<b>“I don’t want to argue, either. I just want you to tell me what happened tonight.”</b></div>
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<b>“Guess if you don’t know, I must not have done it right.”</b></div>
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<b>“You did everything right.” Her voice softened. Now that she faced this—thing—between them her mouth was parched and dry. But she couldn’t lose her nerve now. “The only thing you did wrong was stop.”</b></div>
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<b>“Wasn’t my choice.”</b></div>
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<b>“But now it is.”</b></div>
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<b>He didn’t move. “Go to sleep. Please.”</b></div>
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<b>“Well, since you said please.”</b></div>
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<b>“Seriously? That’s all it takes?”</b></div>
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<b>“No. I lied. I’ll go to sleep, but not until you hear me out. I might be Stone’s sister, but I’m also a grown woman and I know what I want.”</b></div>
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<b>“What do you want? Because I thought you wanted to fix this house and flip it. Sell it so you can get back to Colorado.”</b></div>
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<b>Couldn’t a woman want more than one thing? “I want you, Matt. That’s what I want.”</b></div>
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<b>“Do you? Be careful what you’re asking for. Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”</b></div>
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<b>“I know enough. I know you’re one of the good guys.”</b></div>
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<b>He snorted. “Yeah.”</b></div>
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<b>“Do you think I’m going to fall in love with you? Is that it? Because that’s not an issue. I don’t believe in love.”</b></div>
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<b>At that he removed the pillow from his head. “You don’t believe in love.”</b></div>
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<strong>Today we have the blog tour for <em>The Clover Chapel</em> by Devney Perry! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!! </strong></h1>
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She took a dare and fell in love. Truth would have been the smarter choice. After years of living under her father’s thumb, Emmeline is ready to break free. She’s abandoned her life as a New York socialite to follow her dream of becoming a kindergarten teacher in a small, wholesome town. Seeing the man that nearly broke her was absolutely not what she had hoped to find in Prescott, Montana. Nick hasn’t seen his Emmy in nine years, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten a thing about the woman he loves. After just one blissful night as man and wife, he gave her up, sacrificing his own happiness to keep her safe—far away from him. But the moment she walks back into his lonely life is the moment he decides never to let her go again. He won’t waste his second chance. All he has to do is win back Emmeline’s heart, keep her safe from the shadows in his past and prove to her that taking a wager on him is a sure bet. <img alt="" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-25984" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Available-Now-1024x537.jpg" height="435" width="830" />
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Was he with someone now? Did he have kids? Just the thought sent my heart into my stomach. I needed to get away from here before he ripped me to shreds. Maybe I could make it through to summer and finish up the school year. If I lived as a hermit, sticking close to the school and home, I could probably avoid seeing Nick.</h2>
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<img alt="" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-25983" src="http://www.inkslingerpr.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Author-Picture-2-1024x682.jpg" height="213" width="320" /> Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. <u> </u>
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<b> Hi, everyone. I am happy to report that "She Reads too Much Romance," has been a successful hit for publishers. I have been receiving a ton of compliments via email regarding the blog as well as the content. Each day for the past month there has been something new and exciting to posts including <span style="color: magenta;">exclusive excerpts, giveaways, author chats and of course reviews! </span>I think it is safe to say that the blog does offer something for every reader. The best part is that my June schedule is entirely booked with extra goodies. I have zero spots open so I am going to have to do my best to squeeze in some the reviews that I have written in between all the promotions. ;-)</b><br />
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<b> Throughout most of May, I have been busy including reading some exceptional romances including, <span style="color: blue;">"A Sky Full of Stars," by Samantha Chase</span> (My eighth five-star rating in four years,) <span style="color: magenta;">"About a Dog," by Jen McKinley</span> and <span style="color: magenta;">"Read Write Love at Seaside" and Dreaming at Seaside by Addison Cole.</span> All these novels are books worth adding to your TBR list. I'll be sharing my reviews regarding these novels soon.</b><br />
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<b>Title: The Nanny Arrangement</b><br />
<b>Series: Country Blues (Book 2)</b><br />
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<b>Soft-spoken and shy Hannah Fisher is determined to make the man she’s loved her entire life finally see her as a woman. With the help of a makeover, a new mission—Operation Find My Happy—and the convenient forced proximity of a tour bus, she vows to win her best friend Deacon’s heart.</b><br />
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<b>When I’m not writing, I’m a homeschool mom (my main job and passion in life), so you can usually find me with a book in hand and cuddled with my children. Or in my SUV driving the streets of Houston to one of their extracurriculars and hoping like heck Google Maps knows where it’s going ;) Family time is very important to me and our days are hectic and full. If I’m not doing any of the above, I’ll be in drinking wine with my husband or in the bathtub reading a good romance (a yummy candle is a must!).</b><br />
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<b>Love hides in the most surprising places: right under your nose, and sometimes, in the nanny's tour bus bunk #FallingForYourBestFriend #Oops</b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>4. What types of scenes are your most favorite to write? </b></span><br />
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<b>In some ways, I’ve always been a writer, but I never finished a story or ever considered it a potential career until about seven years ago. My husband bought me the Twilight books and I fell back in love with reading—and I read so much and talked my husband’s ear off so much that he suggested I try writing a book, too. It was summer break for our home school and my girls were very young, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I threw myself into research, studied my favorite books and read every blog post on writing from my favorite authors, and by August of 2010, I started what would later become The Fine Art of Pretending, one of my YA contemporary romances. I finished that by Thanksgiving, started My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century by January, and that book released the following year. In 2012, my fabulous editor at Entangled suggested I try writing an adult romance for a new imprint that she was launching, and I’ve been having a blast writing both ever since.</b><br />
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<b>Every book I write has some borrowed real life experience, and every character I create has a piece of me. Hannah’s love of silly made-up songs is totally me (I even put in one of my children’s favorites about muffins in the book, ha!), and I used my own memories with my kids for all things nanny. But the biggest experience that I borrowed for the book is probably a particularly epic moment that happens after Deacon and Hannah’s first kiss! I won’t spoil anything by giving it away, but let’s just say what happens after that is a hodge-podge of TWO epic/embarrassing moments that happened in my own life. Hey, what good is it being an author if you can’t write-in your most mortifying moments to share with the world, right?? LOL</b><br />
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<b>The lingerie had been an impulse purchase—an impulse that had then led to an epiphany. Blush and jade. Satin and lace. Toile and mousseline…the colors, styles, and textures had been overwhelming. Trying them on, well, that had been extraordinary. The silk had felt decadent against Hannah’s skin, almost forbidden, and so unlike anything she’d ever worn before. Living an ocean away from everyone and everything she’d ever known, nursing a broken heart, it had been exactly what Hannah had needed. </b></div>
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<b>Secondly, Hannah wanted to find her place in the world. The tour with Blue was a perfect opportunity to explore a new option. So far, her contract lasted only through the national leg, with the idea that they’d extend her stay once she’d gotten past a short trial period—a test she intended to pass with flying colors. At twenty-four, she was excited to settle into a career where she could make a real difference, and while she hoped to find that in this position, she was open to just about anything. Band nanny, au pair, or a preschool teacher, they all sounded wonderful. As long as she could make a real contribution, it would fit the bill. </b></div>
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<b>Lingerie may’ve kicked off her mission, but it was the hope of Deacon that gave it life. Denying her feelings all these years hadn’t changed them. Neither had leaving the country. The only thing that would, or so she’d decided, was pushing the boundaries of their friendship. Flirting (an activity with which Hannah had zero experience) and letting Deacon know she was ready for love were all part and parcel of her new plan to get her best friend to finally see her as a woman.</b></div>
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<b>Title: Easy Fortune</b><br />
<b>Series: A Boudreaux Series Novella (Book 5.5)</b><br />
<b>Author: Kristen Proby</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Ampersand Publishing</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 30, 2017</b><br />
<b>Page Count: 122</b><br />
<b>ASIN #: B072LZWWVR</b><br />
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<b>InkSlinger Tours ~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35115536-easy-fortune" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> ~<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/141889-boudreaux" target="_blank"> Series on Goodreads</a></b><br />
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<b>From New York Times Bestselling author Kristen Proby, comes a passionate new romance—EASY FORTUNE! A Boudreaux Series novella, this standalone second chance romance features Mallory’s best friend Lena! Don’t miss the amazing excerpt below and grab your copy of EASY FORTUNE today!</b><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Boudreaux Series—Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.</b></span></i><br />
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<b>Lena Turner has spent her life as the outsider. Thanks to her extraordinary gifts, she’s learned to be independent—especially when it comes to men. She’s content to live her life in New Orleans as a schoolteacher, dating casually and dedicated to her small family. Long term is not part of her plan.</b><br />
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<b>Leaving Lena behind to pursue his career was the most difficult thing Mason Coulter ever did. He told himself that it was for the best, had even convinced himself that he had only Lena’s best interests in mind. But now, after six long years, he’s back in New Orleans to settle his late eccentric aunt’s estate. All he has to do is get in and out of the city without submitting to the need to see Lena. But to Mason’s dismay, his aunt made other plans.</b><br />
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<b>“Well, we don’t always get what we want.” Yes, I’m being a bitch, and no, I’m not sorry. Mason was the one. The one that I fell head over heels for, the one that charmed the pants off of me, literally, and then he just left. He disappeared, and I was left here, wondering what in the hell happened. </b></div>
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<b>Wondering what I did wrong because I was twenty-two and naïve and so heartsick for him I thought I wouldn’t survive it.</b></div>
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<b>I blink rapidly for a second, and then I can’t help it. I turn and take him in, from the top of his gorgeous, dark head to the tip of his designer shoes, and my body immediately comes to life. Panties are singed. And if I thought it was hot in here ten minutes ago, it’s an inferno now.</b></div>
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<b>“You could say I’m still mad,” I reply, proud of myself for sounding calm and indifferent to him, when I’m anything but indifferent. “So unless you came in here to tell me you have a terminal illness, you can just turn around and go. I’m not interested in chit chat.”</b></div>
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<b>“Oh, Mason.” I turn quickly, blinking rapidly. I’m so sorry. I liked her very much.”</b></div>
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<b>Title: Lightstruck</b><br />
<b>Series: Brewing Passions (Book 2)</b><br />
<b>Author: Liz Crowe</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Totally Bound</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 30, 2017</b><br />
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<i><b>Brewer Ross has given up on love…until he meets a woman who turns his life—and brewery—upside down.</b></i><br />
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<b>Ross Hoffman held the potential for a perfect life in his hands—a life with Evelyn, the only woman he’d ever allowed himself to love, their baby and…her husband, Austin Fitzgerald, who also happened to be his best friend. But the challenge of trying to make a threesome into something acceptable—let alone the thought of actually sharing Evelyn with anyone—forces him to bolt. Determined to put all thoughts of their relationship behind him, Ross jumps headfirst into a new brewery job in Colorado, and back into the sort of sexual decadence that he hopes will distract him from his misery.</b><br />
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<b>She’d parked in front of the building where Ross, apparently, had a set of rooms at the top of a single flight of wooden steps. She stared up them, contemplating how drastically she wanted her life to change, and the fact that if she walked up those steps, it most definitely would.</b><br />
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<b>She went up fast, not giving herself a chance to turn and run away. But when she raised her fist to knock, she hesitated. The voice was screaming at her now, blocking out the sound of the rain. She put the bags down and slammed her hands over her ears, crouching for a few seconds, willing it silent.</b><br />
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<b>Finally, her mind cleared, and she stood. Taking a deep breath, she raised her fist and banged hard on the door. “Hoffman! Open up!”</b><br />
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<b>By the time he finally did open the door, she was soaked all the way to the skin but she felt energized—reborn. Slick and wet and eager in ways that confused her. Even the line of stubborn between Ross’ eyes didn’t deter her. She smiled, held out her arms and yelled, “Can I come in? It’s a tad damp out here.”</b><br />
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<b>“I’m not a piece of meat, you know.”</b><br />
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<b>She held up the bags of food. “Do you have a microwave?”</b><br />
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<b>He nodded, but didn’t move, continuing to block her way in. She dropped her arms, letting the rain pelt her, sensing his gaze taking her in from her dripping hair to her wet shoes. “You are a crazy bitch,” he said, conversationally, as if she weren’t standing right there, getting pelted in the rain while he remained dry less than a foot from her. “I’m not positive I want any part of you.”</b><br />
<b>She blinked, then forced herself forward and into his arms, dropping the bags as she wrapped herself around him. “That’s okay. I want us enough to make up for your lack of enthusiasm.”</b><br />
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<b>With shaking hands, she untied the leather string holding his hair back and slid her fingers into its silky depths, grazing his scalp with her short fingernails. He looked up at her. His eyes were bright with emotion. “You all right?” he whispered. “This is okay?”</b><br />
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<b>“It’s very much okay. Please…more?”</b><br />
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<b>Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, <span style="color: magenta;">Liz Crowe</span> is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.</b></div>
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<b>Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”</b></div>
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<b>Series: Wildstone (Book 1)</b><br />
<b>Publisher: William Morrow</b><br />
<b>Release Date: June 20, 2017</b><br />
<b>ISBN #: 9780062448118</b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes her first women's fiction novel—an unforgettable story of friendship, love, family, and sisterhood—perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover, Susan Mallery, and Kristan Higgins. Don’t miss the </span><span style="color: blue;">amazing excerpt below</span><span style="color: magenta;"> and</span><span style="color: blue;"> pre-order your copy today</span><span style="color: magenta;">!</span></b><br />
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<b>They say life can change in an instant… </b><br />
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<b>After losing her sister in a devastating car accident, chef Quinn Weller is finally getting her life back on track. She appears to have it all: a loving family, a dream job in one of L.A.'s hottest eateries, and a gorgeous boyfriend dying to slip an engagement ring on her finger. So why does she feel so empty, like she's looking for a missing piece she can't find? </b><br />
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<b>The answer comes when a lawyer tracks down Quinn and reveals a bombshell secret and a mysterious inheritance that only she can claim. This shocking revelation washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. Her whole life has been a lie.</b><br />
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<b>On impulse, Quinn gives up her job, home, and boyfriend. She heads up the coast to the small hometown of Wildstone, California, which is just a few hours north, but feels worlds apart from Los Angeles. Though she doesn't quite fit in right away, she can't help but be drawn to the town’s simple pleasures…and the handsome, dark-haired stranger who offers friendship with no questions asked. </b><br />
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<b>As Quinn settles into Wildstone, she discovers there's another surprise in store for her. The inheritance isn't a house or money, but rather something earthshattering, something that will make her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her family. Now with a world of possibilities opening up to Quinn, she must decide if this new life is the one she was always meant to have—and the one that could finally give her the fulfillment she's searched so long for. </b><br />
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<b>“Mick?” she whispered.</b><br />
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<b>“Yeah?”</b><br />
<b>“Are you feeling something?”</b><br />
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<b>“You could say that,” he murmured. “You?”</b><br />
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<b>She licked her lips and he nearly groaned. “I think so,” she whispered.</b><br />
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<b>“That’s good.”</b><br />
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<b>“Are you going to kiss me?”</b><br />
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<b>he said quietly. “And not because I don’t want to, but because when I do, I want to know you’re ready. That you’ll feel it.”</b><br />
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<b>She sighed. “Guys do whatever they want all the time, no emotions necessary. I want that skill.” </b><br />
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<b>Another shaky breath escaped her, and since they were literally an inch apart, they shared air for a single heartbeat during which neither of them moved.</b><br />
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<b>Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Okay, so I’m definitely feeling things.” She hesitated and then her hands came up to his chest. “Maybe we should test it out to be sure.”</b><br />
<b>God, she was the sweetest temptation he’d ever met, and he wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with his. Instead, he brushed his mouth to her cheek.</b><br />
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<b>“Please, Mick,” she whispered, her exhale warming his throat.</b><br />
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<b>He loved the “please,” and he wanted to do just that more than anything. But when she tried to turn her head into his, to line up their mouths, he gently tightened his grip, dragging his mouth along her smooth skin instead, making his way to her ear.</b><br />
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<b>“Not yet,” he whispered, letting his lips brush over her earlobe and the sensitive skin beneath it.</b><br />
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<b>She moaned and clutched him. “Why not?”</b><br />
<b>It took every ounce of control he had to lift his head and meet her gaze. “Because I want to make sure you’re really with me, that you’re feeling everything I’m feeling. That there’ll be no doubt, no regrets.”</b><br />
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<b>“You sure have a lot of requirements.”</b><br />
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<b>He laughed. And she was right, it was all big talk for a guy who didn’t do relationships anymore. Still, he forced himself to step back and shut the passenger door.</b><br />
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<b>As he rounded the hood to the driver’s side, he tried to remind himself of all the reasons she was a bad idea. He lived two hundred miles away and he was hoping to move his mom up by him and never come back here. Not to mention that Quinn lived an equal two hundred miles in the opposite direction and she was in a deeply vulnerable place. No way would he even think about taking advantage of that.</b><br />
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<b>But when he slid behind the wheel and their eyes locked, he realized that while his mind could stand firm, the rest of his body wasn’t on board with the in-control program.</b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01723919820115789681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893147553849204769.post-87046484413829633842017-05-25T10:00:00.000-04:002017-05-25T10:00:26.584-04:00Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway: I Knew You Were Trouble by Lauren Layne<b>Title: I Knew You Were Trouble </b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnQmMYo1uq4PElFlaqz4Ilg_MnXxqeoqDJ1M6gWNdrKfcW1zWoOjwY9lV0PGLinGqPJLOOS9R1_vNFlDhaLDkg-VuLEwu2Gr5tWbGhNwOUqwARScYmgj1sWkXZUiM0OjwJKIHPld-JMfE/s1600/cover-comingsoon-gray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnQmMYo1uq4PElFlaqz4Ilg_MnXxqeoqDJ1M6gWNdrKfcW1zWoOjwY9lV0PGLinGqPJLOOS9R1_vNFlDhaLDkg-VuLEwu2Gr5tWbGhNwOUqwARScYmgj1sWkXZUiM0OjwJKIHPld-JMfE/s320/cover-comingsoon-gray.jpg" width="209" /></a><br />
<b>Series: Oxford (Book #4)</b><br />
<b>Author: Lauren Layne</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Loveswept</b><br />
<b>Release Date: June 13, 2017</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>A feisty beauty must choose between winning back Mr. Right </i></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>or giving in to Mr. Wrong.</i></span></b></div>
<b><br /></b> <b>New York City’s hottest bachelors are stirring up trouble in this fun, flirty Oxford Novel, as a love triangle forces a feisty beauty to choose between winning back Mr. Right or giving in to Mr. Wrong.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Taylor Carr has it all—a sleek job in advertising, a stunning Manhattan apartment, and the perfect man to share it with: Bradley Calloway. Even after Bradley dumps her for a co-worker on move-in day, Taylor isn’t worried. She’ll get her man eventually. In the meantime, she needs a new roommate. Enter Nick Ballantine, career bartender, freelance writer—and longtime pain in Taylor’s ass. Sexy in a permanent five-o’clock-shadow kind of way, Nick knows how to push Taylor’s buttons, as if he could see right through to the real her.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Nick’s always trying to fix people, and nobody could use a good fixing more than Taylor. Sure, she’s gorgeous, with mesmerizing silver eyes, but it’s her vulnerability that kills him. Now that they’re shacking up together, the chemistry is out of control. Soon they’re putting every part of their two-bedroom apartment to good use. Then Taylor’s ex comes crawling back to her, and Nick figures she’ll jump at the chance to go back to her old life—unless he fights for the best thing that ever happened to him.</b><br />
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<b>Bradley froze when he saw her, and she was pretty sure she saw the urge to turn and run flicker across his face.</b><br />
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<b>Again she felt a stab of disappointment. In him. And in herself for apparently having misread him. She’d thought he was better than this.<br />Bradley’s eyes moved between her and Nick, and though he didn’t look all that surprised at seeing them bickering, his gaze grew hard as he saw Nick’s hand on Taylor’s face.<br />Nick, naturally, took his sweet time removing it, and she resisted the urge to kick his shin.</b><br />
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<b>“Morning, Bradley,” Taylor said, pleased that her voice sounded calm and friendly. As well it should. She’d had plenty of practice over the better part of a year pretending that she and Bradley were nothing more than colleagues.</b><br />
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<b>Other than a few close friends who knew they were dating, they’d done a mostly decent job of hiding their romantic relationship from coworkers. Better than she and Nick had done hiding their antagonistic one.</b><br />
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<b>“Didn’t realize you’d taken on another assignment. What for?”</b><br />
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<b>“Not sure,” Nick said, checking his watch. “Have a meeting with Cassidy in a few to find out.”</b><br />
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<b>“Here’s hoping it’s an offsite gig that takes you far, far away. Maybe he needs someone to cover Siberian winters,” Taylor said to Nick, even as she watched Bradley out of the corner of her eye.</b><br />
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<b>“Don’t need to travel to find severe winter. It doesn’t get any chillier than right here,” Nick retorted, waving his hand over her head in a storm cloud gesture.<br />She shoved his hand aside, her attention still on Bradley, who was determinedly avoiding her gaze.</b><br />
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<b>I</b><b>t was going to be darn hard to get him to see reason when he wouldn’t even make eye contact.<br />Nick, ever too perceptive for his own good, noticed the tension and gave a quick look between her and Bradley, his gaze turning speculative.</b><br />
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<b>She shot him a warning look that clearly said, Don’t.</b><br />
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<b>“Bradley, don’t suppose you’re in the market for a roommate?” Nick asked, his voice deceptively casual.<br />Bradley’s head snapped up, and finally, finally his blue gaze collided with Taylor’s. Dammit. </b><br />
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<b>“Taylor here wants to share her original crown molding with someone.”</b><br />
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<b>Bradley winced, and Taylor felt a little surge of gratitude toward Nick. He couldn’t have known it, but it was the perfect jab. She and Bradley were both into prewar architecture—had eaten up the broker’s description of all the building’s original elements.<br />Taylor should be sharing that crown molding with Bradley. And he damn well knew it.</b><br />
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<b>His eyes met hers in silent misery—an apology that she wasn’t quite ready to accept. Heck, she wasn’t even ready to acknowledge it, because she had no intention of being dumped. Not by him, not by any man.</b><br />
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<b>T</b><b>aylor ignored the guilt written all over Bradley’s face as she held his gaze. “Yes, it seems I unexpectedly have a free bedroom and more rent than I can afford. If either of you knows anyone looking for a roommate . . .”</b><br />
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<b>Bradley’s handsome face twisted regretfully, and he set his coffee aside, taking a step toward her, apparently forgetting—or not caring—that Nick was still in the room.</b><br />
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<b>Taylor forced her gaze away from Bradley’s pleading face toward Nick’s smug one. “You know someone who needs a roommate?”</b><br />
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<b>S</b><b>he made an impatient gesture with her hand. “Who? It can’t be one of your ex-girlfriends—I don’t want to inadvertently hear any gross details about you. And not one of your frat-boy guy friends—my living room isn’t cut out for Call of Duty.”</b><br />
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<b>“Yeah, because that’s all I do all day.”</b><br />
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<b>His grin was slow, sly, and the very definition of trouble. “Me.”</b><br />
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<b>Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.</b><br />
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<b>Title: When a Lady Dares</b><br />
<b>Series: Her Majesty's Most Secret Service (Book 2)</b><br />
<b>Author: Tara Kingston</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Entangled Select Historical</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 15, 2017</b><br />
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<b>Sophie Atherton knows a liar when she sees one. Perhaps because she’s so skilled at deception herself. Searching for clues to a string of mysterious deaths, the secret operative for the Crown has connived her way into a phony medium’s confidence. When a dashing archaeologist seeks out the charlatan’s services, Sophie suspects he’s after more than a long-lost heirloom. Their electric attraction storms her defenses, but loving the rakish scholar would threaten her investigation and the life she’s crafted.</b><br />
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<b>Gavin Stanwyck is a man on a mission. Masquerading as a treasure hunter to trap the spiritualist, he's drawn to the medium’s enigmatic assistant. As treacherous forces close in, passion awakens his hardened heart—he’ll protect Sophie at all costs, but he cannot give her his love. Uniting to survive a sinister plot, they must tear down their defenses and learn to trust their hearts.</b><br />
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<b>He unfolded his arms and stalked to where she stood. Gently, his hands draped her shoulders. Strong, but without pressure. Without violence. “You said I would have to try harder for you to be convinced I am a scoundrel. What is that, if not a challenge?”</b></div>
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<b>She drew in a breath, even as he held her closer still. If she’d detected any hint of danger, she would’ve brought him to the ground with a well-placed knee or a calculated swing of her weighted reticule against the pulse point behind his ear. But this man did not present that nature of a threat.</b></div>
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<b>No, the danger in his touch was more subtle. More insidious. And ultimately, far more powerful. She could not betray the effect he had on her. She could not give him that weapon against her.</b></div>
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<b>“I meant what I said.” A miracle, how steady she held her tone. “When I look at you, I do not see a cad. I see a man in need of answers. The only question is, what are the answers you truly seek?”</b></div>
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<b>“And if I kissed you? Would you think me a rogue?”</b></div>
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<b>Sophie Atherton knows a liar when she sees one. Perhaps because she’s so skilled at deception herself. Searching for clues to a string of mysterious deaths, the secret operative for the Crown has connived her way into a phony medium’s confidence. When a dashing archaeologist seeks out the charlatan’s services, Sophie suspects he’s after more than a long-lost heirloom. Their electric attraction storms her defenses, but loving the rakish scholar would threaten her investigation and the life she’s crafted.</b></div>
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<b>~ I do not like sad movies and books. I’d much read a happily-ever-after or enjoy a movie comedy or a rollicking adventure—Raiders of the Lost Ark is one of my favorite movies of all time. The adventure, the gorgeous hero (yes, I adore Harrison Ford, as evidenced by the fact I possess a years-old folder with Han Solo on the front), and the touches of humor make it an ideal movie for me.</b></div>
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<b>~ We have two kitties who were incredibly innocent-looking when we adopted them from the shelter, but the pair quickly began to compete for the title of “bad kitty”. We’ve actually had to child-proof a cabinet in the kitchen to keep one of them from opening the door and walking right in, and trust me, you do not want to see what they will do to a bag of treats that’s left out on the counter. But they make up for their naughtiness with their sweet, loving ways. They really are cuddle-bugs.</b></div>
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<b>~ As a child, I loved to read Nancy Drew books non-stop. Even then, I enjoyed stories with clever heroines and a good mystery. This has definitely carried over to my own novels. I love to read and write romance with strong heroines and an air of mystery threaded through the story.</b></div>
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<b>Series: Border (Book 1)</b><br />
<b>Author: Cecelia Mecca</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Altiora Press</b><br />
<b>Release Date: February 28, 2017</b><br />
<b>Heat Level: Moderate</b><br />
<b>My Rating: 2 hearts</b><br />
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<b>Northumbria, England 1271 </b><br />
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<b>Sir Geoffrey has dedicated his life to exacting revenge against those who stole his birthright. Forced to become a reiver, he steals to survive along the Anglo-Scottish border. When his uncle requests his help, Geoffrey reluctantly agrees to protect a wealthy countess. He resents the distraction until the woman he’s sworn to protect forces him to choose between vengeance...and love.</b><br />
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<b>Lady Sara Caiser is appalled by her father’s deathbed request for a lawless border reiver to serve as her protector. With her betrothed coming to claim her hand in marriage and a distant cousin intent on usurping her earldom, Lady Sara has no time for a man who takes advantage of the dangerous border for his own gain. Despite her misgivings, an undeniable attraction pulls her into Geoffrey’s arms. Even as the threats against her continue to mount, Sara must decide between her people and the reiver.</b><br />
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<b>I had elevated hopes in my reading of the novel, "The Thief's Countess," mostly for the sole purpose that I have a love for any romance that is featured in the Medieval era and yet I was fairly disappointed with the actual romance. In fact, I do not think that this book had any potential for a romance as the love itself between the characters was extremely standard with absolutely zero happenings with both the chemistry as well as the predictable ending.</b><br />
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<b>Title: A Perfect Gentleman</b><br />
<b>Author: Candace Camp</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Pocket Books</b><br />
<b>Release Date: March 28, 2017</b><br />
<b>Heat Level: Moderate</b><br />
<b>My Rating: 4 hearts</b><br />
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<b>From New York Times bestselling author Candace Camp comes a delicious and steamy marriage-of-convenience historical romance in A Perfect Gentleman. </b><br />
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<b>Forced to marry an American heiress to save his family, Graeme Parr, Earl of Montclair, vowed their marriage would be in name only. Abigail Price thought handsome, aristocratic Graeme was her knight in shining armor, rescuing her from her overbearing father. But when she was spurned by her husband on their wedding night, Abigail fled home to New York.</b><br />
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A fresh new contemporary romance from New York Times and USA Today bestseller Roni Loren that will rock your world.</div>
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Twelve years ago, tragedy struck the senior class of Long Acre High School. Only a small number of students survived, a group the media dubbed as The Ones Who Got Away.</div>
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Now, web designer Liv Arias, along with the rest of the survivors, have returned to the small Texas town to tell their stories for a documentary. Which means Liv seeing former star-athlete and old flame Finn Dorsey. A lot happened between them that night and Liv is ready to end their decade-long riff and move on. But when her attempt at closure turns into a steamy kiss, moving on proves much more difficult than either of them thought...</div>
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Liv's words cut off as Finn got closer. The man approaching was nothing like the boy she'd known. The bulky football muscles had streamlined into a harder, leaner package. The smooth face was now dusted with scruff, and the look in his deep green eyes held no trace of boyish innocence. A thousand things were in those eyes. A thousand things welled up in Liv. </div>
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Title: Risking it All<br />
Series: Hidden Falls (Book 3)<br />
Author: T.J. Kline<br />
Publisher: Avon Impulse<br />
Release Date: May 2, 2017<br />
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Andrew McQuaid wasn't always the local playboy. Once upon a time, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with one woman-Gia Mancuso. When he made a mistake and lost her, he decided he wasn't meant to have a happy-ever-after. Now, Gia's come back to town, with a baby in tow, and it might just mean a second chance at forever, if he can convince her that he never stopped loving her.<br />
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Ten years after leaving, Gia finds herself back in Hidden Falls. Between helping her ailing father save the family restaurant and taking care of the baby her sister left on her doorstep, she doesn't have time for the man who once broke her heart. But Andrew is all grown-up now, in every single way. And the part of her that has always been his can't quite say no to his tempting kisses.<br />
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The soft crunch of gravel jerked her upright as headlights bathed the interior of her car in white light, blinding her. Reports of women being carjacked, kidnapped, or murdered filled her mind, and she hurried to snap the buckle of Bella’s seat again. Dropping the bottle, she lunged forward, attempting to climb over the console into the driver’s seat to get the hell away from whatever killer might be approaching her car.<br />
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It took only a few seconds to realize how big a mistake she’d made.<br />
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Gia had always been well endowed, but she’d never expected her curves to get her stuck partway between her front and back seats. She wiggled, trying to twist sideways to make it easier to pull her forward. Gripping the edge of the steering wheel, Gia used it for leverage, tucking one knee under her as she tried to force herself through. It was no use. She was hopelessly stuck, now unable to move forward or back. She was a miserable excuse for a guardian and prayed her stupidity wasn’t about to end with her and Bella on tomorrow’s news, murdered on the side of the highway, mere minutes from their destination.<br />
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She craned her neck to see the flash of red and blue lights washing through the back window for the car as a thin white beam of light slashed through the window, into her eyes. She held up a hand, trying to make out any of the features of who she prayed was really a cop, even if it meant someone would witness her embarrassing predicament. The back door opened and Gia heard a deep rumble of laughter.<br />
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“Andrew McQuaid,” she muttered to herself. He shone the light on her rear end, and irritation welled. “You think instead of ogling my ass you might actually help me?”<br />
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She felt the hands that had carried her to her first heights of ecstasy reach for either side of her hips. The same hands she’d sworn would never touch her again after she found out about that bastard’s cheating ways.<br />
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“Hey,” she squealed, trying to squirm away from his touch, willing herself to ignore the way her heart leapt into her throat. “What the hell are you doing?”<br />
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“Exactly what you asked me to do. I’m helping you.”<br />
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“Not like that!” She swung a hand at him, slapping her own butt in the process, but at least he let go of her.<br />
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“How exactly do you propose I help, then?”<br />
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“I don’t know. You’re the cop.”<br />
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She glared at him over her shoulder. “Don’t call me that.”<br />
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“Fine.” Andrew moved into the car, practically sitting in the back seat, and slid one hand through an opening by her waist, in front of her bent knee. The other slid around her calf and managed to pull it out from under her. “There. I’m going to tip your right hip down, but you’re going to have to manage to twist your shoulders to fit… um…” He searched for a polite term he could call her boobs. “… the girls through,” he finished with a chuckle.<br />
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Andrew’s hands closed on her hips again, practically cupping her right butt cheek in his palm. “Bend your right knee and I’m going to pull on three. One… two… three.”<br />
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Gia managed to twist her body as Andrew pulled her backward, and she slid through the space as if she’d never been stuck at all. Andrew dropped into the seat, carrying her with him. Gia landed in his lap with one of his muscular forearms under her breasts, the other hand cupping her inner thigh, sending a blast of heat between her legs. It was the worst reaction she could have ever imagine having.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">T. J. Kline</span> was bitten by the horse bug early and began training horses at fourteen—as well as competing in rodeos and winning several rodeo queen competitions—but has always known writing was her first love. She also writes under the name Tina Klinesmith. In her spare time, she can be found spending as many hours as possible laughing hysterically with her husband, teens, and their menagerie of pets in Northern California. That is, when she isn't running around the California Gold Country researching new stories.</div>
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<b>Title: How to Lose a Highlander</b><br />
<b>Series: The MacGregor Lairds (Book 1)</b><br />
<b>Author: Michelle McLean</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Entangled Scandalous</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 15, 2017</b><br />
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<b>Book Blurb:</b><br />
<b>Forced into marriage by their king in order to stop years of inter-clan feuding, Sorcha Campbell and Malcolm MacGregor are each determined to drive the other away.</b><br />
<b>Malcolm knows he can never trust his new shrewish wife, despite the fact that everything he observes seems to prove that she’s not only trustworthy, but utterly perfect for him.</b><br />
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<b>Sorcha knows she can never let her guard down around the man she believes betrayed her father, yet the longer she’s with him, the more she discovers he is nothing like she was led to believe.</b><br />
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<b>They’ll have to fight their way through past prejudices and their own determination to destroy their union in order to gain their perfect HEA in this Taming of the Shrew meets How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days tale.</b><br />
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<b>“Hmm, and in the meantime, ye’ve been sleeping in my bed.”</b><br />
<b>He’d backed her up against one of the four posters of the bed and she bumped against it with a little squeak. Instead of pushing him away, though, she raised her impertinent little nose in the air.</b><br />
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<b>“Yes. But now that you are home I shall make other arrangements. I’m certain a pallet on the floor somewhere will suffice.”</b><br />
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<b>“Och, no. We canna have the lady of the castle sleeping on a lowly pallet. There is more than enough room for us both in my bed.”</b><br />
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<b>She smiled up at him. Her sweet smile momentarily caught him off guard. Her gaze dropped to his lips and lingered before slowly traveling back to meet his own and the heat in those eyes hit him like a fist to the chest.</b><br />
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<b>“Oh, I have no intention of sleeping on a pallet, my lord.”</b><br />
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<b>She rose up on tip toe and trailed one finger along his jaw line.</b><br />
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<b>“Nay?”</b><br />
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<b>Sorcha shook her head and bit her lip and most of the blood in his body rushed south. She looked up at him through a thick fringe of lashes, her sparkling blue eyes staring deep into his. A quick, gasping breath had her breasts straining against the laces of her dress. She placed her hands on his chest…and pushed him as hard as she could, her foot lashing out to connect sharply with his leg. He stumbled backward and she escaped, storming toward the door.</b><br />
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<b>“The pallet is for you!” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll send up some water. I have no desire to share a bedchamber with a man who reeks of horse and sweat.”</b><br />
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<b>Malcolm hopped back until he collided with the bed and sat down heavily. The door to the outer chamber slammed and he started laughing. Finally, he lay back and flung his arm over his face.</b><br />
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<b>“What am I going to do wi’ that woman?” he said.</b><br />
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">Michelle McLean</span> is a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl who is addicted to chocolate and Goldfish crackers and spent most of her formative years with her nose in a book. She has a B.S. in History, a M.A. in English, loves history and romance and enjoys spending her time combining the two in her novels.</b></div>
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<b>When Michelle's not editing, reading or chasing her kids around, she can usually be found in a quiet corner working on her next book. She resides in PA with her husband and two children, an insanely hyper dog, and three very spoiled cats.</b></div>
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<b>Michelle McLean Links: <a href="http://michellemclean.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Website </a>~ <a href="https://twitter.com/michellemclean" target="_blank">Twitter~</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authormichellemclean/" target="_blank">Facebook </a>~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4253087.Michelle_McLean" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></b></div>
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<b>Title: Black Tie Optional</b><br />
<b>Series: Wild Wedding (Book 1)</b><br />
<b>Author: Ann Marie Walker</b><br />
<b>Publisher: St. Martin's Press</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 30, 2017</b><br />
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<b>The Proposal meets Two Weeks Notice in Ann Marie Walker's new standalone romantic comedy, Black Tie Optional, which New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst calls, "a fun, sexy romp that will keep every reader entertained!"</b><br />
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<b>Everything about Coleman Grant III oozes power and sex. And not the perfunctory kind either, but the sheet clawing, heart stopping, gasping for air after you’ve screamed so loud you can’t breathe kind. From his dark wavy hair that stands in an artfully rumpled mess, to the blue eyes that sear your skin, to his full, sensual lips - on the surface he’s pure perfection.</b><br />
<b>Too bad he's an asshole. An arrogant, uptight corporate raider hell bent on destroying the environment one species at a time.</b><br />
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<b>Everything about Olivia Ramsey screams hippie humanitarian. From her blond hair tied in a sloppy bun, to her faded jeans with the Bonnaroo patch sewn on the thigh, to her combat boots still splattered with mud from the previous day’s site visit.</b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Chapter One "Black Tie Optional."</b></span><br />
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<b>Just like clockwork, Olivia thought. She watched the gas-guzzling SUV roll to a stop alongside the curb, its hazard lights blinking as if some sort of justification for bringing a full lane of Chicago’s morning rush hour to a grinding halt. Every day the sleek black car stopped in exactly the same location so the almighty Coleman Grant III could get the same extra hot, double shot Americano from the same big-chain coffee shop, bypassing the smaller, neighborhood establishments trying to stay afloat as corporate America runs them into the ground. </b><br />
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<b>A mountain of a man in mirrored aviator shades jumped out of the front seat to open the rear door, giving Olivia a clear view of the luxury vehicle’s interior. Two leather captain’s chairs with fold down keyboards and armrest tablet holders sat facing several television monitors mounted above what appeared to be a full-service bar. Forget running a business, it looked as though Coleman Grant ran NASA from his back seat. Honestly, what could possibly be so important that it couldn’t keep until he got to the office? The commute from his Gold Coast penthouse to his Loop headquarters was less than two miles. Hadn’t the guy ever heard of just chilling out with some tunes? </b><br />
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<b>Olivia approached the car just as Grant climbed out of the back seat. He paused to button the jacket of his navy blue Tom Ford and for a moment she forgot he was an arrogant, self-righteous prick hell bent on destroying the environment one species at a time. For a moment, she allowed herself to take in the physical perfection standing in front of her. From his dark wavy hair that stood in an artfully rumpled mess, to the blue eyes that seared her skin, to his full, sensual lips - everything about Coleman Grant oozed power and sex. And not the perfunctory kind either, but the sheet clawing, heart-stopping, gasping-for-air-after-you’ve-screamed-so-loud-you-can’t-breathe kind. But then his eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a knowing smirk and Olivia remembered exactly who she was dealing with. </b><br />
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<b>“Mr. Grant,” she began. </b><br />
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<b>The bodyguard moved to step between them but Grant waved him off. “Ms. Ramsey, what a surprise,” he said, not at all surprised since this was the eighty-third day in a row she had approached him. Not that it mattered. She had no plans to stop these sidewalk sessions until he either agreed to her demands or filed for a restraining order. </b><br />
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<b>He made his way toward the coffee shop with Olivia tight on his heels. “You know, most people simply make an appointment with my assistant.”<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></b><br />
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<b>“I’ve tried that, Mr. Grant. But for some reason your schedule is always full.”</b><br />
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<b>“Pity,” he said, his voice void of all emotion. When he reached the glass doors, he yanked one open. </b><br />
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<b>“Please, after you.” </b><br />
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<b>Bastard. Normally he charged in like he owned the place, never mind if she or anyone else got a face full of door. How dare he try to throw her off her game by acting chivalrous. As if the man had a courteous bone in his body. Olivia stood frozen in place, debating how best to handle this latest twist in their balance of power. As she did, Cole’s gaze raked her from head to toe, from her blond hair tied in a sloppy bun, to her faded jeans with the Bonaroo patch sewn on the thigh, to her combat boots splattered with mud from the previous day’s site visit. </b><br />
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<b>She hated to admit it, but the scrutiny of his gaze was unnerving. And it wasn’t just the laser like focus. There was something about his expression, as if he wasn’t looking at her fully clothed in a shop brimming with customers, but rather undressing her with his eyes. She shifted in place, debating if she should call him out for his piggish behavior or simply stick to the topic at hand.</b><br />
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<b>“Suit yourself,” he finally said, stepping through the doors and leaving her alone on the sidewalk. </b><br />
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<b>Not so fast. She took a deep breath and joined him at the service counter. “Mr. Grant, as I’m sure you’re aware, the northern long-eared bat was recently granted protection as a threatened species under the Endangered Species Act.”</b><br />
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<b>“Rather difficult to forget given your daily reminders. Although I must say, Ms. Ramsey, you disappoint me. No visual aids today?” He turned away from the counter with his extra hot, double shot Americano to find Olivia standing behind him with an 8 x 10 glossy in her hand. “Ah, it seems I spoke too soon.”</b><br />
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<b>“This particular species of bat has been the most impacted by white-nose syndrome and the resulting decline in their numbers is what—”</b><br />
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<b>“Those really are the most vile creatures,” Grant interrupted. “Have you ever considered taking up the cause of a more appealing animal, say a manatee?”</b><br />
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<b>“There aren’t any manatees in Lake Michigan.” </b><br />
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<b>“Precisely.” He smirked. “Perhaps you could move? I’m sure you could find some poor, unsuspecting Floridians worthy of your attention.” He raised his left hand and for the first time Olivia realized he was holding a second cup. He thrust it in her direction and without thinking she took it, dropping the photograph as she did. “You seem like the type who would order your latte with a hundred and one specifications, but hopefully skinny vanilla will do.”</b><br />
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<b>Olivia blinked. He bought her a coffee? What the actual fuck? Did he really think he could charm his way out of the hot seat? She had spent her entire adult life and most of her teens speaking on behalf of those who couldn’t. It was going to take a lot more than a few random acts of fabricated kindness to get her off his back. </b><br />
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<b>She was about to tell him not only where he could stick his latte but how in her twenty-eight years on earth she’d never ordered a “skinny” anything, when he turned toward the door. She bent to scoop up the photo then hurried after him, fast talking her case all the way to the curb where his bodyguard stood waiting with the door already open. As usual, Grant didn’t say a word, much less defend his stance. Instead he simply flashed a grin that would have made her drop her latte, not to mention her panties, if she didn’t find him to be lacking in not only morals and ethics but quite possibly a soul. </b><br />
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<b>He gave her a quick nod before ducking into the car. “Until tomorrow, Ms. Ramsey.” </b><br />
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<b>With that, the door slammed shut and the SUV pulled into traffic to the sound of protesting horns. </b><br />
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<b>“Asshole,” Olivia muttered under her breath. “Gorgeous asshole, but still.” She turned on her heel and started down the street with her head held high. Coleman Grant III might have been trying to make a mockery of her attempts to persuade him, but their standoff was far from over. A slow grin curved her lips as an idea began to take shape. She’d just pulled her smartphone out to send herself a reminder when it began to vibrate in her hand. </b><br />
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<b>“Are you bringing your swimsuit?” her best friend asked before Olivia had even managed a hello.</b><br />
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<b>“To the desert? You’re joking, right?”</b><br />
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<b>“I have never said anything inappropriate to a cabana boy. And that’s sexist by the way.”</b><br />
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<b>“I promise I won’t leave you stranded on a hotel roof.”</b><br />
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<b>“You’re the sister of the groom. You can’t very well ditch out on the bachelor/bachelorette festivities. Besides, if I can break my ‘Harass Coleman Grant’ streak for a few days, then you can certainly give the stand mixer a rest.”</b><br />
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<b>“Move on? No way.” While it was true that working freelance allowed Olivia a certain amount of latitude, she prided herself on never giving up. There was no way Coleman Grant was going to blemish her perfect record. “I’ll just have to double my efforts.”</b><br />
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<b>“Don’t be fooled by the looks. He might be hotter than Ryan Reynolds and Ian Somerhalder combined, but underneath that perfect exterior beats the heart of an ogre.” </b><br />
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<b>Title: Highland Faith</b><br />
<b>Series: Wild Thistle Trilogy (Book 2)</b><br />
<b>Author: Madelyn Hill</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 17, 2017</b><br />
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<b>Huntress Lady Faith MacAlister seeks adventure. Her father’s dying pledge tethers her to Wild Thistle Keep, thwarting her desire to explore the world beyond the palisade. Solace is found while hunting and providing sustenance for her clan. When snatched from the safety of MacAlister lands by a rogue bent on securing a ransom, she finds the adventure of her life.</b><br />
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<b>Disgraced Captain Graeme Ross travels the high seas in search of bounty to sell in order to secure family lands seized by the Crown. He longs to regain his honor in his father’s eyes and continually risks his life buying and selling goods. Lacking enough funds, Graeme and his crew follow Lady Faith MacAlister as she hunts. Out of need and desire, he kidnaps her. The lady captivates him for the moment he laid eyes upon her. Bold and spirited, she fights him. When he negotiates a ransom, deception tears the burgeoning romance apart.</b><br />
<b>Now, Faith and Graeme seek to settle those differences hindering their union, despite the stretch of sea and land—and angry Highlanders standing between them.</b><br />
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<b>Hope had married Aidan MacKerry, leading the MacAlister Clan together, and now they were acting like lovesick cows. Aye, they’d recently had another bairn and ’twas why they were smiling like amadans. But Faith MacAlister had enough of the cooing and kissing.</b></div>
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<b>The size of the MacAlister Clan dictated hunting trips each fortnight to keep the larder full. Faith grabbed her quiver and bow, left word with the guards at the palisade to inform the lairds Aidan and Hope her direction, and left to find sustenance and peace.</b></div>
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<b>And now, three days later she continued stalking the elusive stag. She kenned her sister would be close to sending a group of men to look for her in a day or so. Luckily she’d managed an agreement with her sister whom was also her laird. An agreement between sisters proved hard to negotiate, but she’d won in the end. And she hunted without escort as long as she never left without telling the guards her direction.</b></div>
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<b>A sun filled day, just cool enough not to need too much clothing that may hinder her movement, but warm enough she didn’t need to start a fire to warm herself. She stretched in the britches she’d stolen from one of the stable hands. Aye, she’d tried the tartan her sister Hope loved to wear, but found it too revealing as she moved and climbed to find her prey. And a gown, the devil take them, ’twould make it nigh impossible to hunt and secure meat for the clan.</b></div>
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<b>Aye, there he stood. In the morning mist that hovered just above the low foliage, a proud, beautiful stag who’d avoided her arrow for too long. Huge, with several points on his rack and a cocksure stance stating, I’m king of the forest. She hated to take down the magnificent animal. But he’d provide for her clan and her duty dictated securing meat for those who depended on her.</b></div>
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<b>The feather fletching grazed her cheek as she held her breath waiting for the perfect moment to release. She’d traveled far for this chance, stalked her prey as her father had taught her so many years ago with her so wee she could barely hold a bow, much less draw and aim. And today, her size may well again thwart her hunting. ’Twould be problematic once the massive stag was felled. She’d have to dress him in the field and lug the meat back with her. No matter, she’d manage as always.</b></div>
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<b><span style="color: magenta;">Madelyn Hill </span>has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she'd sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a "closet" writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts to the universe and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn't be happier! </b></div>
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<b>A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, going to the movies, and of course reading!</b></div>
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<b>Title: Trying it All</b><br />
<b>Series: Naked Men (Book 4)</b><br />
<b>Author: Christi Barth</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Loveswept</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 16, 2017</b><br />
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<b>Order. Attention to detail. Never leaving anything to chance. These are the qualities that make Riley Ness such a terrific federal agent . . . and a pain in the ass to everyone else. The only time Riley lets loose is when he’s hanging out with his closest pals. So when he’s thrown together with gorgeous, flighty Summer Sheridan, Riley’s brain tells him she’s a ticking time bomb—but his body doesn’t want to play by the rules.</b><br />
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<b>“Living forever’s only fun if you truly live.”</b><br />
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<b>That jab stung. Because it was the same riff the guys threw at him, over and over again. “I live. I just follow the rules. Obey the speed limit. Turn off my phone before the plane starts to taxi.”</b><br />
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<b>Summer tossed her cloud of hair back. Gave him a knowing look. No, a knowing smirk. “Oh, I get it now.”</b><br />
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<b>“You’re not uptight. You’re chicken.”</b><br />
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<b>The woman had crossed a line. He’d gone through wilderness training and survival training. He’d climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. Become a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. He’d pushed himself to physical and mental limits most men wouldn’t be able to attain. Being sensible? In no fucking way was it comparable to being scared.</b><br />
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<b>Riley’s long strides ate up the distance between them. Furious, he spat out, “You want me to try something risky?”</b><br />
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<b>“Yes. Just once. But I don’t think you’ve got the balls,” she taunted.</b><br />
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<b>Riley grabbed her face with both hands. Her lips parted in surprise. And he swooped right onto them.</b><br />
<b>Her lips were soft. So soft and pliable it almost deterred him. But then . . . they were so soft and pliable that he couldn’t possibly stop. Instead of holding her still, his hands curved to cup the back of her head, his thumbs caressing those impossibly high cheekbones that gave her the look of someone made to walk a runway.</b><br />
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<b>Riley nipped at her wide bottom lip. Soothed it with a stroke of his tongue that savored the sweet, lingering tang of the orange cream cheese icing on the cinnamon rolls from brunch. He wanted to keep going. To nip and bite and lick down her neck, over the side of the breasts she flashed at him all day.</b><br />
<b>To gobble down her sweetness and spice just like he had those rolls.</b><br />
<b>Her moan refocused him. This wasn’t just following through on a dare anymore. This was a real kiss. A real moment of pure, physical pleasure. So he dropped his hands to the small of her back and hauled Summer tight against him.</b><br />
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<b>Thanks to her ridiculous—and ridiculously sexy—high heels, everything lined up right. The notch between her thighs ground right against his dick behind the suddenly too-tight fly of his shorts. Breasts plumped against his chest. Breasts he was pretty sure he could fit entirely into his mouth . . . since he might have pictured them a time or ten since meeting her in the spring. Tight nipples insistently poked at his pecs.</b><br />
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<b>The kiss kept going. Ry slipped his tongue in as she let out a kittenish purr. God, it was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. The soft, tiny mewl fired through his blood. Fired him up. His tongue tangled with hers. Like they were two swords, fencing for the win. Because there would damn sure be a winner. The way they were grappling at each other? It wasn’t just fun. It was about proving something.</b><br />
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<b>Her mouth—made for kissing. And more. His tongue slid deep. Felt her wetness. And Riley couldn’t help imagining how all that warm wetness would feel locked around another part of his body. Summer’s hands came up to fist in his shirt. Shit—for a second, he worried she’d push him away. But then those fists pulled him even closer. One smooth calf twined around his. He wanted to walk her back ten steps to the nearest tree and just sink into her.</b><br />
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<b>Which was crazy. Riley didn’t even like this woman. He’d kissed her to save his pride. To defend his honor. To get her off his back. And now he wanted to put Summer on hers, spread her thighs, and—</b><br />
<b>That was it. Riley let go. Let go of the sweet ass he didn’t even remember moving down to squeeze. Let go of those luscious lips. Yanked his head back and deliberately stepped out of the semicircle of her curved leg.</b><br />
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<b>“You and I both know that was the riskiest damn thing I could possibly do today.” Riley looked at her still unfocused eyes, her kiss-swollen lips. Proof that she’d enjoyed it every bit as much as he had. “Oh, and you also know now that I’ve got the balls. I’ve got the whole package.”</b><br />
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<b>USA Today bestselling author <span style="color: magenta;">Christi Barth </span>earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance, including the Naked Men and Aisle Bound series.</b><br />
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<b>Christi can always be found either whipping up gourmet meals (for fun, honest!) or with her nose in a book. She lives in Maryland with the best husband in the world.</b><br />
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<b>Title: Someone Like You</b><br />
<b>Series: Oxford (Book 3)</b><br />
<b>Author: Lauren Layne</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Loveswept</b><br />
<b>Release Date: December 6, 2016</b><br />
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<i><b>“An unsung hero with a story that touched my heart. Emotional and gripping. A top favorite of 2016 for me.”—New York Times bestselling author Melanie Moreland</b></i><br />
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Lauren Layne’s bestselling Oxford Series continues with the poignant, heartwarming story of New York’s most eligible bachelor, Lincoln Mathis, a man who’s living a lie—until his dream woman takes away the pain.</div>
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Lincoln Mathis doesn’t hide his reputation as Manhattan’s ultimate playboy. In fact, he cultivates it. But behind every flirtatious smile, each provocative quip, there’s a secret that Lincoln’s hiding from even his closest friends—a tragedy from his past that holds his heart quietly captive. Lincoln knows what he wants: someone like Daisy Sinclair, the sassy, off-limits bridesmaid he can’t take his eyes off at his best friend’s wedding. He also knows that she’s everything he can never have.</div>
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After a devastating divorce, Daisy doesn’t need anyone to warn her off the charming best man at her sister’s wedding. One look at the breathtakingly hot Lincoln Mathis and she knows that he’s exactly the type of man she should avoid. But when Daisy stumbles upon Lincoln’s secret, she realizes there’s more to the charming playboy than meets the eye. And suddenly Daisy and Lincoln find their lives helplessly entwined in a journey that will either heal their damaged souls . . . or destroy them forever.</div>
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“Lincoln, you know that I love you like a brother, but if you make a move on my sister, I will end you.”</div>
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Lincoln Mathis took a slow sip of his cocktail as he studied the fierce bride-to-be. “I hope Cassidy knows how lucky he is. You’re so delicate and gentle.”</div>
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Emma Sinclair, soon to be Emma Cassidy as of this time tomorrow, lifted one elegantly manicured fingernail and flicked his chest. “Promise, Lincoln. No hitting on Daisy.”</div>
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He held up his free hand in surrender. “I don’t. They come to me. I’m like the stamen.”</div>
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Channel? Animal Planet? I just saw a fascinating documentary on bees. See, when the bees land on a flower, their little feet pick up pollen from the stamen— “</div>
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“Mathis. Are you talking to my fiancée about semen?” Alex Cassidy asked, coming up beside Emma and setting a possessive hand on her waist.</div>
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“Yes.” This came from Riley Compton, a brunette bombshell whose status as New York’s foremost “sexpert” meant she had zero qualms about discussing sex at her best friend’s rehearsal dinner. “And you know, actually, the stamen is rather sexual. I saw that bee documentary too, because these are the sort of things you do when you’re nursing a never-satisfied baby, by the way, and the stamen is a flower’s male reproductive organ. Sexy, right?”</div>
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Emma inserted the arm not holding her champagne flute between the two of them. “Guys, it’s my wedding weekend. Can we not talk about flower boners?”</div>
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“Fair enough, Bride,” Lincoln said. “What do you want to talk about? Cassidy’s boner?” </div>
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“Running late. Knowing my sister, her dress had a slight crease from the suitcase, and she won’t make an appearance until every wrinkle’s banished, every hair’s in place, and there’s not a speck of lint anywhere.”</div>
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“Fine,” Riley said, as she entwined her arm in Emma’s and started leading her toward Cassidy’s grandma. “But if Grams starts talking about fertility, just follow my lead . . . ”</div>
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<b> </b><b>One of the most important selections of what to include in any book review is to include what yourself as the reader would like to see more of from the genre or even from the authors themselves. This small factor might not seem like a huge deal but in reality, publishers pay attention to what readers are wanting the most. Including this information within your review can not only aid publishers in signing new authors but also helps other readers identify what they too are looking for in their own favorite genres. In my opinion, it is a win situation for every party involved.</b></div>
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<b> Since my favorite genre tends to be romance, in general, I thought I would share in today's book chat of what I am looking for in a romance novel. Each time I review I try to narrow down what I loved most about the actual romance theme and what I didn't enjoy. It is always best to center your attention when writing a review on the actual genre such as the chemistry between the characters, the traits of both the hero and the heroine as well as how the sensual scenes played into the book. Easy enough. Yet, how about what we the readers want to see in a romance novel? I feel like so many themes such as rogues to dukes are often times boring. Do not get me wrong I do enjoy these themes but I am more than ready for authors to embrace a different romance or at least a plot in such themes.</b><br />
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<b>-<span style="color: magenta;">Sweeter heroes.</span> I love a hot-headed bad boy as much as the next reader, but I can live without the hardcore sex scenes and explicit language that often trails within these romances.</b><br />
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<b>-<span style="color: magenta;">Change of plots</span>. If a hero must be a firefighter and the heroine must be a cop than I want a change of plot Murder mysteries and so forth are growing old. I am ready for a more advanced plot.</b><br />
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<b>-<span style="color: magenta;">Stronger writing.</span> It takes a lot of energy and dedication for authors to pen a novel and I truly respect all writers. Still, I would like to see authors showcase their true talent and write more description into their novels. Shorter dialogue is becoming popular and weaker plots are currently sweeping the industry. I would like longer dialogue as well as plots.</b><br />
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<b>-<span style="color: magenta;">Dial back the sex already.</span> Lastly, let's talk sex. From wall bangers to motorcycle sex, the sex is really out of control. Yes, sex makes a romance novel but when the sex is all the book is about I am not impressed. I want to experience the plot, I want passion, but most of all I want romance. I do not read to sex scenes within every couple of chapters. I also do not need to be told a million times what the characters are going to do to each other during their intimacy. </b><br />
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<b>-What are some of the things that you want within your own reading list? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment sections below. :)</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01723919820115789681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893147553849204769.post-38677132437085775582017-05-12T08:00:00.000-04:002017-05-15T20:17:55.684-04:00Review: The Untamed Vampire by Kate Baxter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: The Untamed Vampire</b><br />
<b>Series: Last True Vampire (Book 4)</b><br />
<b>Author: Kate Baxter</b><br />
<b>Publisher: St Martin's</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 2, 2017</b><br />
<b>Heat Level: Spicy</b><br />
<b>My Rating: 4 hearts</b><br />
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<b>WILD AT HEART</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>Chelle is not your typical vampire. Turned not with a bite but an age-old magic, she s the only one of her kind and more powerful than most. Still adjusting to her endless thirst and lethal fangs, she s desperate to discover what sets her apart. When she encounters a brutally virile alpha werewolf, she soon learns that she's not immune to the mating call and her own primal longing</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>The leader of the ancient Forkbeard pack, Gunnar is stunned by Chelle's lush beauty. The wild wolf inside him howls for her, but unions between vampire and werewolf are strictly taboo even if their clans weren't on the verge of war. Desire has never been so dangerous but, as a malevolent new power rises, Chelle and Gunnar face an even more frightening threat. Together, they might find a way to save their clans. But can they claim their passion, in The Untamed Vampire by Kate Baxter.</b><br />
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<b><br /></b> <b>Devouring, sinful and a true seductive bite, "The Untamed Vampire," is paranormal fiction at the genre's full perfection.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b> If I could pick only one genre that I could read for the remaining years of my mortal life I would happily choose paranormal. I am insanely addicted to the darkness that these stories possess and the danger that lurks within loving immortals. Since the paranormal is my favorite genre I am very selective about how I review these romance novels. I know what I want in a paranormal romance and I rarely settle for anything outside of what my imagination expects, with that being stated, I am officially hooked on the fiction work by the author Kate Baxter. </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b> As to why I have not previously heard of the author until now I have zero ideas. I can safely confess that I have been reading the series of "Last True Vampire," and quickly the romances have become my own guilty pleasure.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b> The story of "The Untamed Vampire," was an intense read. It was filled with deep sexual contact, a wicked plot of danger and a gothic romance that will forever last within me. Both Chelle and Gunnar were vibrating characters that despite the war about to rage between their species (vampire and werewolf) were willing to risk it all for their love. These to-die-for romances are the reason that I love reading romance novels in the first place and I am so excited about this story.</b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b> If there is one novel that you read this year make it the "The Untamed Vampire," regrets are nearly impossible with this story.</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01723919820115789681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893147553849204769.post-23067189774028063852017-05-11T08:30:00.000-04:002017-05-11T08:30:04.736-04:00Release Day Blast: The Magnate's Marriage by Joanne Rock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: The Magnate's Marriage</b><br />
<b>Series: The McNeill Magnates (Book 2)</b><br />
<b>Author: Joanne Rock</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Harlequin Desire</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 9, 2017</b><br />
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<b>The matchmaker meets her match…in one very persistent tycoon!</b><br />
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<b>Secretive matchmaker to the rich and famous, Lydia Whitney prefers to stay behind the scenes. But after one mistake, rich resort developer Ian McNeill is hot on her trail, and he’s more attractive—and persistent—than ever before.</b><br />
<b>Ian can’t believe it when he figures out who’s messing with his family: a woman who has deceived—and seduced—him before. What’s her agenda? And why can’t he resist her? He’ll get the answers to all his questions, if Lydia agrees to his convenient marriage proposal. But once she’s in his arms again, will he let her go?</b><br />
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<b>She was a woman of habit and that would serve him well now. He hoped. He remembered how much she had enjoyed swimming first thing in the morning when they were working together in the islands of Tahiti. He’d accused her of being a mermaid with her daily need to return to the sea, but even when he’d been bleary-eyed from working late the night before, he never missed a chance to swim with her. For safety purposes, he’d told her, and not just because he enjoyed the occasional chance to slide a hand beneath her bikini top or wind the wet rope of her hair around his hand and angle her sea-salty lips for his kiss.</b></div>
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<b>With her hair scraped back into a ponytail, she looked every inch the part of his earthy, warmhearted lover from last summer. He had to remember that she hadn’t been the woman he thought, that he’d been wrong about her, or he might have swept her up into his arms and ridden the elevator back up to her hotel room to remind her how good they were together in at least one respect.</b></div>
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<b>“Hope you don’t mind if I join you.” Ian tucked his phone back into the pocket of the cargo shorts he’d slid on over his swim trunks.</b></div>
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<b>“What on earth are you doing here?” She glanced over her shoulder. “You realize most of the consultants working on the Foxfire are staying in this hotel? What will they say if someone sees us together at this hour?”</b></div>
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<b>“If you don’t want anyone to see us together, we might as well hit the beach. Take refuge in the water.” His hand itched to touch her. To rest on the small of her back and steer her out the door, across the street and onto the soft sand. But he had to be careful not to push or she could dig her heels in about his suggestion and delay the whole thing.</b></div>
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<b>The horizon was starting to smudge from inky black to purple as she reached the shoreline and kicked off her shoes. Then she yanked the black mesh cover-up off and over her head. Mesmerized by her silhouette as his eyes adjusted to the light, Ian watched as she ran into the surf and made a shallow dive under an oncoming wave… She was a woman of habit and that would serve him well now. He hoped. He remembered how much she had enjoyed swimming first thing in the morning when they were working together in the islands of Tahiti. He’d accused her of being a mermaid with her daily need to return to the sea, but even when he’d been bleary-eyed from working late the night before, he never missed a chance to swim with her. For safety purposes, he’d told her, and not just because he enjoyed the occasional chance to slide a hand beneath her bikini top or wind the wet rope of her hair around his hand and angle her sea-salty lips for his kiss.</b></div>
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<b>Four-time RITA nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn't like. The author of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her life outlook perfectly--love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann. When she's not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded sons.</b></div>
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<b>Title: Never Trust a Pirate</b><br />
<b>Series: Play Brides (Book 7)</b><br />
<b>Author: Valerie Bowman</b><br />
<b>Publisher: St. Martin's</b><br />
<b>Release Date: May 2, 2017</b><br />
<b>Heat Level: Moderate</b><br />
<b>My Rating: 4 hearts</b><br />
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<i><b>The rules of engagement were never so scandalous. . .</b></i><br />
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<b>A rumored pirate and the scurrilous black sheep of his well-to- do family, Cade Cavendish relishes his world of rebellion, deception, and seduction. Nothing and no one can hold him to be the duty-bound, honorable man he is expected to be. But when an unexpected run-in at his twin brother's estate with a ravishing, raven-haired maid leads her to believe he's actually a viscount, Cade's renegade life is thrown wildly off-kilter. And even though a case of mistaken identity can be quickly set to rights, matters of the heart are quite different...</b><br />
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<b> I completely fell in love with the story of, "Never Trust a Pirate," and as a dedicated reader of the author, Valerie Bowman I am simply thrilled to be reviewing one more release of the highly successful "Playful Brides," series. </b><br />
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<b> To be perfectly honest I have a mega soft spot for the pirate-theme. When written correctly such as with this story a pirate-themed romance can be as wild as the high sea themselves and as equally romantic. In this story, Bowman returns the heart of a strong romance with equal amounts of naughtiness, soul and a sharp skill for impressive writing. </b><br />
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<b> As much as I enjoyed the romance being the prime focus of the novel the plot was a grand adventure as well with danger and suspense. I liked how Cade, the hero was willing to risk everything including his own life to love Danielle, the heroine. Cade was an honorary hero, handsome a bit of a scoundrel and the ideal match for Danielle. Danielle's character was a little timid I think. She did try to pretend that she was braver than she was but lurking just below her surface she needed someone like Cade to breath life back into her life. Both Cade and Danielle were a duo that will be long remembered within the hearts of readers and in my opinion, that is what romance is all about.</b><br />
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<b> I cannot say enough positive things regarding this book. It was a wonderful read and I am going to be so sad to see the "Playful Brides," series eventually come to an end. I will maintain my happiness with the thought that I can easily reread the series anytime that I desire and I will certainly be doing so. </b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01723919820115789681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893147553849204769.post-71959268718737870752017-05-08T08:00:00.000-04:002017-05-08T08:00:24.092-04:00Sale Blitz: Pull Me Close by Sidney Halston <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Title: Pull Me Close</b><br />
<b>Series: Panic (Book 1)</b><br />
<b>Author: Sidney Halston</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Loveswept</b><br />
<b>Release Date: October 25, 2016</b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><b>Pull Me Close is on sale for only $0.99 through May 13, 2017. Grab your copy now!</b></span><br />
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<b>Book Blurb:</b><br />
<b>Welcome to Panic, a sultry Miami nightclub where bodies and hearts move to a beat that doesn’t stop at sunrise—the setting for an emotionally charged series from the bestselling author of the Worth the Fight novels.</b><br />
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<b>When Katherine Wilson passes out in the arms of the hottest man she’s ever seen, it’s not because of the lights, the pulsating music, or the crowded dance floor. It’s because she can’t enjoy a night out like a normal person, not with her debilitating anxieties. These panic attacks are going to destroy her life unless she takes control—or gets a helping hand. So after the club’s bad-boy owner personally escorts her home, Katherine feels something urgent and primal awaken inside of her.</b><br />
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<b>Nick Moreno doesn’t need a headache like Katherine. A drug bust has put his father behind bars and forced Nick to take over the daily business of his family’s South Beach nightclub. His head tells him to walk away—but his body has other ideas. Katherine’s vulnerability, her grace and courage, compel him to reach out. And when they kiss, Nick is overcome by desire: to pull her close, and promise that his embrace will always be the safest place on earth.</b><br />
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<b>“Do one thing that scares you every day,” I say to myself as I walk to the elevator.</b><br />
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<b>I keep thinking that if I can get in that stupid elevator, I can go to my sister’s wedding. Because nothing can be worse than being in a tiny steel box held up by a cable. If it malfunctions, either I’ll plummet to my demise or I’ll be stuck inside, helpless and in the dark.</b><br />
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<b>For weeks now I’ve walked over to it every day, pressed the button, and then run back to my apartment when it dings open, like it’s a monster coming to get me. I know that I’m working myself up. I know what reality is, and I understand the extremely low statistical likelihood that any of the things I envision will actually happen. I’m not completely insane. But I also can’t help the fear that bubbles up inside me and distorts my logic.</b><br />
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<b>Today, however, I woke up with a new sense of bravery and determination and I’m going to take advantage of it.</b><br />
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<b>I know that the cable is made of steel and it will not break.</b><br />
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<b>I know that the elevator is in working order.</b><br />
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<b>I know that it takes only 22.9 seconds from the time it closes on the fifth floor to the time it opens in the lobby.</b><br />
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<b>Still, I’m nervous. Less so then previous days, though.</b><br />
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<b>I dial Nico because even with everything that I know, I need someone with me.</b><br />
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<b>“My sweet Katherine,” he says over the music in the background.</b><br />
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<b>“I need you.”</b><br />
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<b>I notice the change in him, even over the phone. “Wait, what? I’ll be right there.”</b><br />
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<b>The fact that he is so quick to rush to my rescue is heartwarming, but I don’t need him physically here, so I clarify quickly. “No, no, no. Stay there. That’s not what I meant. I need you to stay on the line with me.”</b><br />
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<b>“Okay. Hold on a second—I need quiet. I can barely hear you.” I hear the music become quieter and quieter. “All right. What’s going on?”</b><br />
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<b>“If I say the safe word and tell you to call the police or firemen or whatever, just do it, no questions asked, okay?”</b><br />
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<b>“What?” He sounds alarmed. “What the hell is going on, Katherine?”</b><br />
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<b>“I’m getting on the elevator and I’m going to the lobby. If it gets stuck, I need you to call for help.”</b><br />
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<b>“For fuck’s sake, Katherine, you scared the hell out of me.” He lets out a breath. “Okay, I’ll wait on the phone. Or do you want to wait for me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes and do this with you,” he says while I press the button.</b><br />
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<b>“No. I need to do this alone. Also, what good would it do me if you’re stuck in there with me?”</b><br />
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<b>“It’s not going to get stuck,” he says with a chuckle, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.</b><br />
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<b>“So how’s the club tonight?”</b><br />
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<b>“I heard the ding, baby. Stop procrastinating and get inside.”</b><br />
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<b>I look at the open door. The elevator car looks so ominous, and now I don’t know if I can do it.</b><br />
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<b>“Get that cute little ass in the elevator.”</b><br />
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<b>“Never mind—I changed my mind.”</b><br />
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<b>“No. You’ve never called me for this before. You’re obviously feeling good about it. I’m proud of you for doing this.”</b><br />
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<b>As the door starts to close I press the button again, and the closing doors reopen.</b><br />
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<b>“So get inside. You can do this.”</b><br />
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<b>“Nico, I don’t—”</b><br />
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<b>“Yes, you can. Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve done more in the last few weeks than you’ve done in a long time. You can absolutely do this. I know you can. Don’t you want to be free?”</b><br />
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<b>I do. Damn it, I do. I take a step and then another one. My feet feel heavy and my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can hear that he’s breathless too.</b><br />
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<b>“Corazón, just roll with it. Get inside,” he says softly.</b><br />
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<b>USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: "Just Do It"--Nike. </b><br />
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<b>After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she's not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She's a reader first and a writer second. When she's not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn't have it any other way.</b><br />
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<b>Sidney Halston links: <a href="http://www.sidneyhalston.com/" target="_blank">Website</a> ~ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Sidneyhalston" target="_blank">Facebook</a> ~<a href="https://twitter.com/SidneyHalston" target="_blank"> Twitter </a>~ <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6916557.Sidney_Halston" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></b><br />
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