Book Tour/Giveaway/Excerpt

Title: Remember Me: A Second Chance Romance
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy 2nd Chance Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

“The perfect blend of romance, suspense, beautiful love, andsteamy sex. Nelle broke me into pieces but put me back together again.” –A.M.Hargrove, USA Today Bestselling Author

 

“Sensual and emotional with edge of your seatmystery and intrigue. You won’t be able to put it down.” –Aleatha Romig, New York Times Bestselling Author

 

“So relevant with characters that could stepout right from the headlines. 5 Gripping Stars.” –Raine Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author

“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the feels.” ­—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and suspenseful second chance romance like none other. How far would you go to expose the truth?
Skye:
It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.
Until life gave me a second chance.
 
Finn:
Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.
Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.
And everyone I’ve ever loved.
I pull away as fast as my lips captured hers. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m still hard as a rock. Make that steel.
Catching my breath, I drop my hands from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out.  But to be blatantly honest, I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.
Silently registering my two lame words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.
“Are you okay?” My heart races as I anxiously await her response.
Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”
“Scarlet, please forgive me.”
Sliding my legs off the coffee table, I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.
“I didn’t mean to assault—”
She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”
At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with my tongue, hold her face in my hands.
Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”
“Yes, it was impulsive.”
“I got carried away.”
“Me too.”
Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.
“It must have been the wine.”
“Yeah, for sure the wine.”
She quirks a half-smile. “It was really good.”
“I can open another bottle if you want more.” Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid! She’s totally off limits.
Forbidden.
Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.
“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”
I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.
“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”
And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and confused.
Slouching against the couch, I throw back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my balls.
Let’s forget this ever happened.
Easier said than done. I can’t stop thinking about her.

 

As the flaming logs in the fireplace crackle, I relive that kiss, that incredible kiss, and seek the relief I crave.
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.


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Book Tour/Excerpt

Title: Silver Brewer: The Silver Foxes of Blue Ridge
Author: L.B. Dunbar 
Genre: Over 40 Romance Stand alone
Release Date: September 12, 2019

Olivet Pierson needs his land. 

 

Name your price, Mr. Harrington. 

 

She has her reasons, and this muscular mountain of masculinity isn’t going to get in her way. However, her heart has a different plan after she accepts his crazy conditions: three nights up on the ridge.
George Harrington is a quiet, giant of a man.
No sale, Cricket.
He’s a war hero, a widower, and COO for the family brewing company, but his life lacks spontaneity. Then, she arrives, chirping away at him, roaming his body with those sky-blue eyes, and negotiating for something he won’t put a price on. Too bad his heart is immediately sold.
With the challenge accepted, this silver fox can no longer deny his desires for something a little different.
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Welcome to Blue Ridge where sexy silver foxes meet their match of feisty vixens.
The Harrington brothers are a spin-off from Second Chance, but don’t you worry, this over 40 romance can be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

 

 

 

PP’s Bookshelf – “Sexy. Emotional. Angsty. Real. Honest. Heartbreaking. Swoonworthy. Heartwarming.”

 

Bibliophile Chloe – “Ms. Dunbar doesn’t fail to amaze me with her writing of mature characters, still full of life, still wanting to find love and the holy hotness of the chemistry and smexy times!”


Cee Cee Houston – “L.B. Dunbar has found her niche. The over 40’s is definitely a trope she does extremely well.”

 

“Before you try to steal my land, perhaps you should learn a thing or two about it.”

 

I stare up at him as his expression turns virile. 

 

“I know this piece of property could earn you millions.” I look beyond him, taking in the small bit of landscape I can see around his broad hips and crossed arms.
“I told you, I don’t want the money.” He scoffs. “I’m talking about dirt under your toes. Wind in your face. Stars in your eyes.” His eyes nearly dance as though he has undisclosed information he’s waiting to share with me, and strangely, I want to know his secret. And though dirt under my toes doesn’t sound pleasant, it doesn’t sound terrible either.
Still.

 

Tell me. Tell me all your wisdom and woes. I swallow with the intensity of his glare and rub a hand down the thigh of my jeans.

 

 

“Okay, so I’m not Pocahontas. How would I learn?” My voice cracks, sounding meek. Teach me, Yoda.
“From the land.” He pauses. His crossed arms bulge before me and lift with the heave of his frustrated inhale. What would those arms feel like around me?
“And your land will just teach me?” Oh God. Did my voice just drop? Did I exaggerate your land, implying something other than the greenery around us? Damn Marcus and his damnable innuendos, but if this man means I can hike his landscape, I volunteer as tribute. “How?”
“Camping.”
“What?” I stammer. My mouth falls open.
“Camping. Three nights of roughing it and then I’ll think about your proposition. You break before that and no deal.”

 

 
My proposition? Did I proposition him? Can he see the images racing through my mind? I want to do all kinds of things to him, starting with the body part closest to me. My heart races, and my sweaty palms…sweat more. My breath catches.

 

 

 

Anything whispers through my mind along with the song “Colors of the Wind.”


My eyes narrow. My heart thuds to a screeching halt.

 

This is crazy.

 

 

But I slowly rise, pressing up on my thigh as I stand. I come to my full height, which doesn’t quite match his, but with the help of the two step difference, I’m close. My gaze meets his fiery eyes. There’s one thing this man needs to learn about me. I like nothing more than to prove others wrong.
“Challenge accepted.”

 

L.B. Dunbar loves the sweeter things in life: cookies, Coca-Cola, and romance. Her reading journey began with a deep love of fairy tales and alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh and a strong hug. Occasionally, she has the energy of a Jack Russell terrier. Accused—yes, that’s the correct word—of having an overactive imagination, to her benefit, such an imagination works well. Author of over two dozen novels, she’s created sexy rom-coms for the over 40; intrigue on an island; MMA chaos; rock star mayhem, and sweet small-town romance. In addition, she earned a title as the “myth and legend lady” for her modernizations of mythology as elda lore. Her other duties in life include mother to four children and wife to the one and only.

 

 

 


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Title: Rock Radio: A Novel
Author: Lisa Wainland
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Chick Lit/Romance Suspense
Release Date: May 21, 2019
Limited Time Special 99 Pennies
Passion, intrigue, scandal—this rock station with a dangerously sexy bite has it all!

 

 

 

After a painful breakup, lone WORR female disc jockey Dana fights to pull herself together while wondering if she’ll ever find true love. When she meets Cody, the hot lead singer of an up-and-coming band, the passion between them is electric. But Cody’s long-buried secrets could get in the way of them finding a lasting rhythm. 
 
Drive-time deejay Jonny Rock had never been serious with any of his conquests, until now. Nineteen-year-old intern Heather is insatiable in and out of bed…and he can’t get enough. It’s a perfect set up until their relationship threatens to end his career—and his marriage.
 
Three lives collide in an explosive story of desire, betrayal, and music. 
 
But they are not alone. 
 
Dana is being watched, stalked by a listener who plans to make her his…by whatever means necessary.
 

 

 

 

“A fast-paced and fun throwback to the heyday of the radio era.”—Kirkus Reviews

 

 

“It had me hanging on until the very last page.”—Readers Favorite

 
Before iPods and mp3s, satellite and internet radio…before corporate America changed the rules, radio was the ultimate music medium, and disc jockeys ruled the music world.
This is their story.

1998
(cue the music)

Dana Drew felt like her world was closing in.
She could feel a cry rise in her throat as she tried to compose herself. Loud rock music blasted from the speakers. She loved rock, but hated this song.
Of course it would be playing now, she thought.
Everything she knew and believed was turning out to be a lie. The man she loved was pulling away from her. Sam hadn’t said it, but she could feel it—the relationship she’d invested her heart in was coming to an end.
The chaste kisses, the dismissive way he spoke to her, the late nights at the office. She confronted him before she left for work today (not her best timing), but he denied anything was going on. In many ways, the torture of uncertainty was worse than knowing it was over. A small sliver of hope gnawed at her logic.
Could she be reading it wrong? Maybe it was all in her mind.
The pit in her stomach argued otherwise.
The digital clock on the board in front of her continued to countdown.
01:00, 00:59, 00:58…
Time didn’t care about her pain, it just plowed forward into what now was the unknown. Plans, dreams, hopes were disappearing.
Could she ever trust her judgement again? Would she ever love again?
Tears stung her eyes, but she held them back, taking a deep breath. The song was quickly ending and she needed to regain her composure.
Disc jockeys didn’t have time for feelings when they were on the air.
The final notes played. Dana potted up the fader, put on her headphones and coaxed a smile into her voice.
“Good afternoon…what a fabulous day! Great weather and awesome music. Who could ask for anything more? Love that song! Hope you do too ‘cause I’ve got more just like it coming up on Miami’s rock station, WORR!”
Her life was falling apart, but to her listening audience, all was right with the world.
It wasn’t normal.
It was rock and roll.

(turn it up)

Jonny Rock just got laid.
Tall and tan, with bright, spiky, bleached-blond hair, Jonny was a rock star—in his own mind.
Jonathan Roeker had been a poor student from Philadelphia. Bad grades and an even worse complexion were not a recipe for success. But he had drive, raw ambition and an intense love of music.
Besides, radio deejays didn’t need a pretty face, just a good set of pipes and a lot of attitude.
Jonathan was blessed with both.
An overnight shift, a skillful dermatologist, and Jonathan was on his way. Jonny Rock was born and Jonathan Roeker was left far behind in a middle-class suburb. Now Jonny was the man, the assistant program director of WORR—Only Rock and Roll, Miami’s alternative rock station. It wasn’t an easy road, but he had made it.
And he was loving every minute of it.
Jonny stretched his arms over his head and flipped on the radio. It was two in the afternoon and he was on the air. The miracle of voice-tracking, he thought to himself. He could record his breaks the night before into an automated computer, giving himself free time in the afternoon for some extra-curricular activities. All while his wife listened to him “live” on the air.
He couldn’t ask for a better set-up…

 

Bestselling author Lisa Wainland has spent more than two decades in the world of radio. When she’s not writing, Lisa is a successful voiceover artist who works with some of the biggest names in radio and television. Rock Radio is an Amazon bestseller and Readers’ Favorite Award winner.
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New Release

Title: Love Hurts
Series: The Love Duet Book One
Author: Leah Sharelle
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 23, 2019
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
The perfect woman was out there, I had her once and I would have her again.
It was time to do something drastic. Most of my life had been spent in the shadow of my twin brother, Deck.
I was tired of being the ‘great’ Deck Johnston’s quiet underachieving twin.
I needed to break out and forge my own path in life.
I had aspirations just like Deck, I may not have wanted to be a soldier like him, but joining the police force was my perfect choice.
The next thing on my to-do list was love; find my perfect partner and be part of something special.
I found ‘The One’ then lost her minutes later … but lucky for me, I found her again years later.
There was just one problem. She used to be Deck’s.
They were just friends now, but that didn’t stop the memories of our turbulent years of fighting and arguing to cloud my brain.
So what happens when two brothers reconnect and you throw a beautiful woman into the mix?
All hell breaks loose.



I love the idea of being in love. Since my early teens when I first discovered Silhouette Desire novels my life has been all about reading. I would find myself re-writing scenes if I wasn’t happy with them and hiding them under my bed. That led me to writing love stories of my own. They all ended up under the bed and are still there, and there they will stay. I don’t do angst, in fact it drives me crazy.
 
I am a mum of three beautiful girls, Australian, and have what most say is a weird sense of humor.
I spend my free time doing movie, Sons of Anarchy, and Friends marathons. And reading.
I love Pina Colada’s and getting caught in the rain….. there’s that weird humor.

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Book Tour/Giveaway

Title: Eighteen-Thousand Ninety One
Series: Powerless Series Book One
Author: Erika Blount & Teri Glascock 
Genre: Action (with Romance)
Release Date: August 18, 2019

 




Electricity. Communication. Two things everyone has taken for granted since the day that it came into existence. Have you ever considered what happens with a power outage? If all radios are silent and you can’t connect to anyone that you’re not standing right in front of? What you lose access to? The answer is everything. Ivy Randall didn’t know that one storm would change her life forever. That one accident would alter the relationships in her life. But it did. While the world stops turning in the same direction that she’s always known it to, it starts spinning in an entirely new direction. Grudges and hatred are either buried to survive or burn brighter and cause more destruction, there is no in between. What are the rules when there are no rules?

 

 

Erika Blount is a romance author from Louisiana who is slowly branching into new genres. She is a lover of all things written and lives to travel vicariously through books, both her own and anyone else’s. She’s a bartender by trade, but nothing is as fulfilling as being behind a keyboard. She procrastinates on writing with her trusty side-kick Buddy the Wondermutt who is always at her feet and her boyfriend, Spanky, always looming nearby.

Teri Glascock is a new author from Louisiana. She is wife and mom to six kiddos. She runs a decorated cookie gig from her home that takes up a lot of her time. She reads and writes to escape the monotony of everyday life and to chase her lifelong dream of writing. When she isn’t working on cookies or busy mommin’, you can find her in the peaceful paradise that is her front porch of her country-living home. She enjoys hunting, fishing, reading, and tending to her flowers. Her life is a simple chaos and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Cover Reveal/Pre-Order

Title: Emerging Temptation Collection
Authors: Peyton Banks, Donna R. Mercer, Reana Malori, Theresa Hodge, ML Preston, Sydney Aaliyah Michelle, Sade Rena, Posey Parks, Sedona Venez, Erin St. Charles, Yolanda Olson, Kiarra M. Taylor 
Genre: BWWM Steamy Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2020
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs

Emerging Temptation is a limited edition collection of new, sexy BWWM romances that will set your soul on fire. Be prepared to be captivated by the sizzling tales of heroic first responders for hours on end.

These heroes will prove themselves worthy of your attention, and affection. From scorching hot firefighters to dashing police officers, there is something for everyone.

 

 

 

Watch out! You might find yourself needing to be resuscitated.
The stories in the compilation are exclusive and can’t be found anywhere else. Don’t wait, this box set will only be available for a limited time before it is gone forever!
Note: This collection contains material for mature readers (18+ and older) only.

 

Dalton by Peyton Banks
Chaos: Laws of Life Collection by Donna R Mercer
Absolution by Reana Malori
To You I Belong by Theresa Hodge
Crash by ML Preston
Avalanche by Sade Rena
Blazed by Posey Parks
Heart of Fire by Sedona Venez
A Kiss to the Rescue by Erin St. Charles
Ghost Flowers by Yolanda Olson
Title Coming Soon by Kiarra M. Taylor

 

 
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New Release/Excerpt

Title: Broken Promises
Series: Broken #2
Author: I. A. Dice
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 8, 2019
North and South, but no Star.
 
Chicago falls into Dante’s hands. The six-year long dream becomes a reality, but it means nothing without Layla by his side. The war has ended, but peace failed to arrive.
 
Tormented by recent events, Dante struggles to choose a path while hatred keeps losing the battle with love. The mind cannot compete with the heart.
 
Stuck in a limbo, fueled by fear and memories of what she had lost, Layla hides from the wrath she knows is coming. Despite the outcome, regret is the last thing on her mind. If she could, she’d do it again. Hope is all she has left.
 
But hope is the mother of fools.
 
Ghosts of the past come back to haunt them both. Reality verifies their dreams when a new threat emerges – a race against time, death, and three million dollars.
 
There’s only one rule – there are no rules.

 

 

 

We were nearing the city center when in the crowd of nameless faces I spotted Layla. She walked in the opposite direction, a concerned look on her face.

 

My pulse throbbed everywhere at once – in my ears, in my veins, in my fingertips. Spades pulled away from the traffic lights, crossing a busy junction. I gripped the seat hard, pretending I hadn’t seen her.
For days I told myself she didn’t deserve me and it’d be wise to forget about her and move on. It worked to some extent until someone didn’t remind me of her. Then all my assumptions went to hell, and I just wanted to touch her, feel her lips, hear her sweet whispers in my ear. To see love in those big, gray eyes.
Now that I saw her, remaining in my seat went against all my instincts. But I had to stay. I had to let her go. She didn’t deserve me.
Her betrayal was all that mattered, right?
Wrong.

 

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