Thursday, November 29, 2018

A Gentleman for Christmas by Prescott Lane BlogTour

A Gentleman for Christmas by Prescott Lane

Release Date: November 26th

A Gentleman for Christmas, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by Prescott Lane.

Some say “chivalry is dead.”

I don’t think so. Most women I know like a gentleman.

Protective, opens doors, treats women with respect, typically follows the rules.

But a gentleman doesn’t fall for his best friend’s woman. Current or ex.

And that’s what I’ve done.

During the Christmas season of all times — that magical time for decorations, gifts, family . . .

Yes, the girl who was off-limits for so long, who I’ve loved all my life, has come back in town and possibly back to me.

I can’t follow the gentleman rules this time. There’s too much at stake. I let her go once. I won’t let her go again.

What happens under the mistletoe, stays under the mistletoe.

Or does it?

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Excerpt:

“Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife.”

Otherwise known as the original bros before hoes commandment.

I’m not advocating calling women hoes. It’s an expression, so put away your Encyclopedia of Political Correctness.

There are rules in life. The Ten Commandments were just the beginning. We have rules for everything. How to drive. How to dress. How to walk across the damn street. So why not rules for love? That’s how all this started — a set of rules between my buddies and me.

The Bro Code.

Obviously, bros before hoes is rule one. We vowed never to let a girl come between us, which meant if one of us liked a girl, she was forever off limits.

Little did I know our teenage pact would launch my multi-million dollar career. A little tweaking here and some socially acceptable rewording there and The Gentleman’s Handbook was born.

I’ve written books and given seminars on everything from how to find love, to how to propose, to how to have a successful long-distance relationship. You name it, and I’ve got rules for it. Personally, I’ve never been much of a rule follower, but that’s my little secret.

The funny thing is I’ve never been in love. Well, there is this one girl, but we won’t talk about her. It does no good to think about someone you can’t have and never will.

My lack of emotional commitment hasn’t slowed down my career one bit. Currently, I have two books on the New York Times Best Sellers List. My seminars sell out like a Drake concert.

I always find it interesting that the rules started between a group of male friends, but it’s mostly women that come to hear me speak. Occasionally, you see the poor sap boyfriend who was dragged along to listen, but for the most part it’s all women.

This time of the year is no exception. December first until January first is important for guys. Holidays are big for a lot of couples. If you don’t know what you’re doing for your lady, you better figure it out and fast. In fact, my rule is that you should be paying attention all year long.

Trust me on this. If you remember something she mentioned she liked three months ago and surprise her with it at Christmas, she’ll spread her legs before Santa even has time to slide down the chimney. Let’s be honest, that is always at least part of the goal for guys.

So my current work in progress tackles Christmas. A how-to guide for the holidays.

The Gentleman’s Rules for Christmas.

About Prescott:

Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She's got seven other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, Wrapped in Lace, Layers of Her, The Reason for Me, and The Sex Bucket List. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real life. Connect with Prescott:

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Love by Pranks by Sunniva Dee Release

Title: Love by Pranks

Author: Sunniva Dee

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: November 28, 2018

Blurb

"A hilarious, crazy romp of a read!!!! I was in stitches through the whole book!—Imaginary USA Today and Wallstreet #1 Bestselling Rom-Com Author.

There were three things I, Kitty Hoskins, didn’t know when I moved into the all-girls, non-sorority house Blossom Field Avenue #246:

1) The house opposite ours, #247, is home to the gorgeous jerks of the Iota Fraternity.

2) Lucian Spencer Anderson lives in #247 and is possibly the hottest stripper-slash-social-science student you’ll ever meet.

3) #246 (The Blossoms) and #247 (The Dudes) have the longest standing, most ruthless prank war in the history of rivalries. The only thing the two houses agree on is that they live and breathe for the next battle.

Funny then that the real challenge is the one I never saw coming: an alliance with Lucian Spencer Anderson. When a cold winter threatens the stray cats of Deepsilver, our mutual love for animals forces us to team up. Bad, right? Well, it gets worse: we’re going to need the cooperation of our two houses to pull this thing off.

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Lucian’s tongue works languidly, seductively over mine. He hisses in a long, quiet breath through his nose, savoring this intense make-out session as much as I do. It’s been weeks since I last was with him, and it was driving me crazy. I see him every day, dammit. He’s even been by my school, “accidentally” bumping into me after a class. The guy is literally stalking me, and it’s fricking hard to stay strong.

Now, he presses me against the side wall of my house. You know that slow push and release, push and release while never really letting go of your body? His is always there, gliding over mine like we should be naked, and he’s got me on fire.

With some guys, you can sleep with them once and be like, “been there, done that,” right? Well, that’s not how it is with Lucian. For me, kissing him like this, I just burn hotter for every second, and it makes me remember how it felt to have him inside of me, climbing, climbing, climbing until I lost control over my limbs.

Yesterday afternoon at the mall, he stopped me before I could hop into Seraphina’s car and leave.

“What’s up, Kitty? Are you avoiding me or something?” he’d asked.

“Or something,” I said, sending him a brief side-glance. Mostly, my disgust for him overpowers the desire, and as long as I don’t look right at him, it’s easy. See, disheveled locks of amber-colored hair combined with sea-foam eyes has that effect on me. It’s a fact I knew nothing about until I moved to Deepsilver.

“Just because I don’t beg at the foot of your bed doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you. Most chicks don’t, you know—or wait, are you used to a flock down there?”

He didn’t even answer. My face flushed brightly as I got into my bestie’s car and slammed the door behind me. Lucian just stood there and watched us take off. Wham fast-forward a day and some hours, and here we are in my current situation, pressed against the wall in my yard.

Okay, I admit it; this might have something to do with how I voluntarily accepted a glass of hyper-spiked pink punch at the house. Maybe one turned into four, can’t remember.

I might accidentally say stupid stuff if I’m tired even if I’m not drunk, but I won’t act this recklessly. Unfortunately, the guy’s doing something to me, to the point of making me dream stuff at night, stuff that makes me wake up sighing, so I guess that’s why I got drunk with the girls tonight.

Or no—it’s just a Friday night, I’m in college, I’m only young once and so forth, and here we are. God, he’s delicious.

“Let’s go inside,” he hisses out against my mouth. His hands have slid inside my top. My bra is a joke already—halfway pushed up—and he has one of my boobs in his hand. I’m arching my back like a total sorority slut, moaning exactly like I did when I woke up from a wet dream about him this morning. Also: this has got to stop.

“No…” I trail off, because really, I need to taste him some more. The feel of his cock, hard against my stomach, the head of it rubbing against my hip, makes my stomach drop with lust. I can’t even talk anymore.

I need to be clear, tell him I’m not doing the walk of shame into 246 with all the Blossom Girls at home.

“Okay,” he murmurs. Starts to push my shorts down, right here, against the wall of the side of my house!

“What are you doing?” I’m losing my breath completely while he pushes himself against me. This is so freaking hot and wrong and slutty—I don’t even know what it isn’t. He has a blond halo in the moonlight.

“What I’m doing? I’m making love to you.”

“Here? Are you crazy?”

His fingers are in me, and my hips move, wanting this so damn much. I’m slippery already, enjoying every second like I’ve got no brains left at all.

“You said not inside the house, didn’t you?”

“Yeah—No—I meant…” Right. What I’d meant was that we should sneak inside his house, not mine. I think? “Fuck.”

“Is it good?” He puffs against my lips.

“Shut… up.” My fingers grab his pants, unbutton them, and he helps me get them down his thighs.

“This is ridiculous,” I say. “Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck yeah.”

We both moan when he stabs inside of me seconds later, lifting me against the wall with his body. My shorts are on the ground, and my thighs vise-grip his hips.

“You’re so amazing. Shit, Kitty, I—”

“Oh, God!” I instantly shake around him like I’m some sort of wind-up toy. I’m the goddamn Energizer rabbit. Lucian pushes harder, rocks into me, chasing the aftershocks of my orgasm out of me as he groans, coming loudly too.

This is the wildest— I mean, what the hell was that, a five-second quickie or what? I can’t even.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Oh, no. That’s Tilda on the front porch.

“Dudes, you can come out. I know you’re there. Seraphina? Ninni! There’s someone out here. I swear to God, if you’re trying to prank us right now, we’re going to have your heads on stakes!”

Author Bio

Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate, angsty characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak.

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The Liar by Kiersten Modglin BlogTourGiveaway*

The Liar

by Kiersten Modglin Publication Date: November 21, 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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His job is to lie to everyone he meets…she may be the one his truth could save. Fletcher Fletcher Denali’s entire life is based on a lie. Namely, that his name is not Fletcher Denali. Hidden in plain sight, Fletcher must live his life with the weight of his secret past on his shoulders. When he meets Vaida, the quiet girl with dark eyes, he can’t help but be intrigued. But Vaida has secrets too. Secrets that could destroy all that Fletcher has worked to protect himself from. Vaida Vaida Williams has to remain unnoticed. The wrong person seeing her could cost her her life. So, when Fletcher, the handsome man who won’t seem to take no for an answer, develops a sudden interest in her, Vaida begins to fear she may have to run…again. Fletcher has questions Vaida can’t answer. But, if Vaida opens up…Fletcher may be the one person who could help her. The only problem? Trust is something she buried long ago. And she has no intention of allowing it to resurface.

About Kiersten Modglin

Kiersten Modglin is a suspense author who enjoys dabbling in all the subgenres. A Netflix addict, Shonda Rhimes superfan, psychology fanatic, and indoor enthusiast, Kiersten enjoys raining days spent with her nose in a book. More than anything, she loves reading & creating life-changing stories.

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Monday, November 26, 2018

Release Blitz: ONLY LOVE by Melanie Harlow

“Heartfelt, beautiful and sexy!"

- Lauren Blakely, #1 New York Times bestselling author

Only Love, an all-new sexy standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available now!

A gorgeous former Marine with a tortured soul.

The beautiful, compassionate therapist living next door.

A meddlesome grandma determined to get them together.

I was expecting a proposal on my birthday, and I got dumped instead.

How could I have been so clueless?

Grams knew exactly how to distract me.

The “cute boy next door” who’s been helping her with yard work clearly needs a little therapy. Who better to call than her newly single therapist granddaughter?

She even fakes dementia to get me to visit, and now that I’m here she’s doing everything in her power to throw us together.

Not that I’m complaining. Ryan is the sexiest man I’ve ever met--I mean the full package, from the chiseled jaw to the massive shoulders to the rippling abs. (And yes, his package is full, and he knows exactly how to deliver it.) He makes me want to get out of my head and follow my heart. He makes me want to take chances I never thought I’d take.

He also makes me want to take my clothes off. A lot.

But he’s moody and challenging--one minute he’s an open book, and the next he’s completely closed off. He holds me like he’ll never let go, but insists he wants to be alone.

Some wounds are so deep, only love can heal them.

How can I convince him to let me try?

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About Melanie Harlow

Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit. Harlow Headshot Color.jpg

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Snatching Diana by Seelie Kay Blog Tour

Snatching Dianna Feisty Lawyers Book 1

By Seelie Kay

Seelie will be giving away some great ebooks for this tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win one of the prize packages. You may find the tour locations here.

About Snatching Dianna:

The hours are counting down as investigators try to prove that Dianna Murphy has been snatched. Unfortunately, without witnesses and solid evidence, all the police really know is that she is missing.

When suburban Milwaukee law student Dianna Murphy fails to connect with her roommate, there is no real evidence that she has been snatched. Until Law Professor Janet MacLachlan, a former covert agent, discovers a single clue, one that points to a taking by a slave trafficking cartel. In a race against time, Janet recruits her husband, secret agent Cade Matthews, small-town Police Chief David Manders and his wife, criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, and other law students to uncover the truth. Can they prove she has been taken, before Dianna disappears without a trace?

Romantic Suspense (Three Flames)

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Excerpt:

After what seemed like hours in the sweltering van, it lurched to a stop.

Dianna heard a man bark orders. A door to the van opened and someone pulled the rope from her feet, then removed her hood. She took a deep breath. A man grabbed her by the arm, forced to her feet, and pulled from the van. Dianna stumbled when she hit the ground. The stones were hot and her feet were covered by athletic socks, no shoes. Show no weakness.

Dianna immediately surveyed her surroundings. It was still night, but she was in a well-lit courtyard. A large stone mansion stood in front of her. She looked to her right, then her left. The courtyard was enclosed by a large stone fence, at least eight feet high. A fortress. Fortunately, Dianna was a rock-climber. She could rappel over the fence with the right equipment. All she would need was something to serve as a pick, maybe a rope. A knife, a screwdriver, even a fork. Keep your eyes and ears open. Be ready.

A large black man, dressed in a white suit and a maroon turban, walked out of the front door and down the stairs. He stopped and flashed a malevolent smile. He flung his arms wide and in a cultured baritone boomed, “Welcome to paradise, ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Some of the guards laughed.

“Crikey,” Tillie muttered. “Sounds like a blasted genie.”

Dianna glanced sideways and for the first time, got a look at her new friend. She was tall and thin, her body well defined. She looked strong and aware, almost fierce. Her eyes seemed to be studying the place, taking everything in. She showed no fear. Instead, she seemed interested. Something was off. Tillie did not act like a victim as the others did. She was not cowed. Was she a cop? Or like Dianna, someone who would not permit themselves to be broken?

There was only one thing of which Dianna was certain. She had found a friend. A useful one.

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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Welcome to the Cameo Hotel by K.I. Lynn Sale Blitz

Title: Welcome to the Cameo Hotel

Author: K.I. Lynn

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 14, 2018

Blurb

I get what I want.

When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.

The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.

I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.

She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.

There’s one last thing I want.

Her.

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The walk to his room was second nature—a quick elevator ride, take a right and go down four doors. A swift rap of my knuckles against the door, and then I waited for the overwhelming force that was Gavin Grayson.

“Hello,” he said as he opened the door. No scowl to greet me, no anger. There was a small upturn of his lips, a little more prominent on one side than the other.

A shudder rolled through me, my heart doing double time again.

“What’s wrong tonight?” I asked as I stepped into his room.

“You’re not in it,” he said.

My stomach flipped, and I felt heat flood my cheeks. How was it that in a few short weeks he had taken over my heart? I wanted, yearned for his praise. To get caught up in his eyes, loving the way they would soften and grow heavy as he looked at me.

I drew in a stuttered breath as he stepped forward and towered over me. In heels I was a decent five-feet-eight, but Gavin had to be a few inches over six feet tall—a commanding presence as he loomed over me.

“Emma?” He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

“Hmm?”

“I want you.”

The muscles in my thighs clenched and I stretched up toward him, almost begging him closer. “Yes.”

“To stop looking at me like that.”

The haze he covered me with suddenly cleared as I looked up at him. My stomach dropped as I tried to comprehend what happened. “What?”

He stepped away, his back turned to me. All of his muscles were tense, his fists clenching at his side.

“If that’s what you want, what do you need?” I asked.

His head fell back. “I thought I’d made that obvious.”

“I’m not sure,” I replied, more than a little surprised at how breathy my voice was. “I’ve gotten a lot of mixed messages.”

He moved back toward me. “You have me conflicted.”

“How so?”

“Because the last time I wanted a woman anywhere near this much, things didn’t end so well,” he began. “Because you’re young. Because you work for the hotel and not for me.” He reached out, his fingers caressing my clavicle before slipping up my neck. “Because nothing has ever seemed as taboo as your lips.”

My knees felt weak as he moved closer, my nipples tightening. There was no resistance as I waited with bated breath.

His lips were soft against mine, supple. A taste, a sample. It was perfect, and an electric pulse moved between us. Every ounce of want and desire sat in the small gap between our lips.

A squeak left me when he suddenly pressed forward, kissing deeper and more intensely than before. His free arm wound around my waist, pulling me closer to him while his mouth opened. I followed suit, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. It was forceful and filled with more passion than I’d ever encountered, so much that it ignited an inferno inside me.

All I wanted was for him to keep touching me, to never stop.

Author Bio

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn't until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Since she began posting stories online, she's garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination...or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain... Usually it's cheese.

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