Release Blitz

Back to You by Melody Grace

Title: Back to You
Series: Sweetbriar Cove #12; Kinsella Family #3
Author: Melody Grace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 17, 2020


Can you take a second chance at first love? Find out in the irresistible new Sweetbriar Cove romance from New York Times bestselling author, Melody Grace!

Cassie Kinsella can’t help acting on impulse… which is probably why she’s sleeping on her grandpa’s couch in Sweetbriar Cove without a job or steady relationship to her name. She’s determined to turn things around this time: no more wild adventures or reckless mistakes, however tempting they may be. Mistakes like Wes Banner; annoyingly handsome, wildly arrogant  — and the first boy to ever break her heart…

Wes Banner can’t understand why Cassie still gets under his skin. It’s been years since their summer romance went up in flames, and seeing her again should be a breeze. He’s a grown man now: wealthy, successful… and apparently, still undone by a single touch. No matter where he turns, Cassie is right there in front of him: as beautiful and infuriating as ever, making him wonder if his fancy new life is worth anything at all without her in it…

She should know better; he should be stronger than this. But the fire between them is burning hotter than ever, and soon, Wes and Cassie are reliving every last kiss — and plenty more besides. But can they take a second chance on first love? Or will old wounds and stubborn pride stand in the way of their happily-ever-after?

Find out in the new feel-good standalone romance from Melody Grace!

Sweetbriar Cove Series:

1. Meant to Be
2. All for You
3. The Only One
4. I’m Yours
5. Holiday Kisses
6. No Ordinary Love
7. Wildest Dreams
8. This Kiss
9. Always Be Mine
10. Two Hearts (Kinsella Family #1)
11. The Story of Us (Kinsella Family #2)
12. Back to You (Kinsella Family #3) 
13. One More Night – July 2020

Purchase Links


Also Available

#1 Meant to Be is FREE on all platforms!


Coming Soon

Releasing July 14


Author Bio

A small-town girl, Melody grew up in the English countryside before moving to Los Angeles. She is now a New York Times bestselling author of feel-good contemporary romance novels, and is also currently writing for the upcoming BRIDGERTONS television adaptation from Netflix. She has two cats. 

Author Links

Release Blitz

Just a Fling by A.K. Evans

Title: Just a Fling
Series: Road Trip Romance #4
Author: A.K. Evans
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: March 17, 2020


Stella Woods has just quit her job. And there’s nothing like a little vacation at her sister’s Floridian mansion to contemplate her future. Unfortunately, Stella’s brother-in-law mixed up her arrival date and has already offered the pool house to his best friend.

Brooks Larsen wasn’t looking for anything but a good time when he came to visit his old college friend. Only, he hadn’t expected his buddy would have a gorgeous woman waiting for him—in nothing but a towel—just minutes after he arrives.

Realizing things could be worse, Stella agrees to make the best of a bad situation. As the days go by, Brooks and Stella can’t fight their budding attraction.

And when the end of their time together approaches, the pair are left frustrated. He thinks she’s the one. She wishes he wanted more.

But neither shares their feelings.

Because this was only supposed to be just a fling.

Purchase Links


Free in Kindle Unlimited

Also Available


Free in Kindle Unlimited


Free in Kindle Unlimited


Free in Kindle Unlimited

Coming Soon

Releasing May 5


Author Bio

A.K. Evans is a married mother of two boys residing in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania, where she graduated from Lafayette College in 2004 with two degrees (one in English and one in Economics & Business). Following a brief stint in the insurance and financial services industry, Evans realized the career was not for her and went on to manage her husband’s performance automotive business. She even drove the shop’s race cars! Looking for more personal fulfillment after eleven years in the automotive industry, Andrea decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

While Andrea continues to help administratively with her husband’s businesses, she spends most of her time writing and homeschooling her two boys. When she finds scraps of spare time, Evans enjoys reading, doing yoga, watching NY Rangers hockey, dancing, and vacationing with her family. Andrea, her husband, and her children are currently working on taking road trips to visit all 50 states (though, Alaska and Hawaii might require flights).

Author Links

Blog Tour

Give Me A Hand

GMAH Banner

Give Me A Hand (A Beyond Desires Series, Book 1) By Gwen Martin

Publisher: Self Published Release Date (Ebook): 10th March 2020 Subgenre: New Adult, contemporary romance


Book blurb:

Their worlds collided. Everything changed.

Cam and Jude had been college roommates for two years, fitting into each other’s lives with ease.

That is, until Cam walked in on Jude getting off alone in their shared dorm bathroom. Everything shifted between the two of them, awakening feelings Cam hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. Feelings Cam believed had shriveled up after surviving a near fatal car accident to then suffer a disastrous breakup with his first love. Since then, Cam kept his heart sealed tight in a fortress, keeping himself busy with a lot of mindless hookups and a steadfast refusal to ever commit. Cam’s life had been predictable. He knew what he wanted. Until that impromptu mutual orgasm with Jude. Cam didn’t want a boyfriend, and he certainly didn’t need a relationship. But he knew one thing he did crave and that was more of Jude Ellison. Will Cam be able to work through his painful past if Jude offered him a chance at more?

Universal Book Buy Link


2 Blog Tour Teaser:

Cam didn’t focus on the tightness in his chest, how badly he wanted to brush Jude’s damp hair back from his forehead. He didn’t think about how the pants of Jude’s breath twisted in his gut. He didn’t ask Jude how he was feeling at that moment. Instead he reached over to slick his fingers through the thick pool of come, earning a surprised gasp from Jude as he spread it over his own dick. Cam started jerking himself off again, his hand so shaky with nerves he fumbled. “You’re one dirty motherfucker,” Jude murmured in awe. He shifted closer to Cam, their shoulders bumping. Cam shuddered when he felt Jude’s lips against his ear. “Your turn.” Cam nodded, rucking up his t-shirt, holding it in his mouth. He knew it won’t take long, a few tugs at the most, especially with how Jude was staring at him like he was the most magnificent thing he’d ever laid eyes on. No one had ever looked at Cam like that, and it pulled at something in Cam’s chest. “Jesus, you’re so hot,” Jude murmured, his voice hoarse and sex-edged.
Promos for Give Me A Hand by Gwen Martin 3

Blog Tour Excerpt:

When you find your roommate jerking off in front of a mirror, the solution, Cam discovered, was to avoid all social contact with said person until the day you die. Which worked out pretty well for Cam because it meant he had taken up all the time they would spend drinking beer and watching bullshit television going to the library and studying instead. Cam extended his walks through the campus, enjoyed hanging out with his best friend Claudia, and took weekend trips home to see his parents in St Pete. Even the hellish drive on I-4 back to Orlando was more comforting than running into Jude. What could Cam say? “Hey, uh, I really enjoyed seeing you naked and jerking off. Maybe we could try that again sometime?” It was absolutely stupid. Which Cam repeated to himself as he made toast before he had to rush off to his finance class. He knew Jude’s schedule, knew that he was routinely up before the sun rises to hit the gym and then go to classes until early afternoon. Cam also knews that twice a week Jude worked at the Publix nearby for a couple of shifts to make extra spending cash. So, Cam took the chance to continue with his early afternoon breakfast routine. He had stated on multiple occasions that anything that happened in the AM was morally offensive, taking a personal vow to take classes only in the afternoons. He genuinely didn’t know how Jude did it. Usually he never ran into Jude when Cam was scrambling to get something into his mouth on his way to class. Cam’s thoughts traveled to Jude again. It had been an ever-present issue for him as of late, no matter how many times he tried to distract himself. He thought about how wet Jude’s hair looked from the shower, how the ends were still dripping with water, creating small rivulets down his back. How his hand went faster the longer Cam stood there, the way his back arched, exposing the long column of his throat when he came. And shit, Cam was getting hard again. Fuck his brain so much. He stared at the toaster as if it’d done something offensive to him, pulling out the burnt bread and frowning at the display. He decided after a internal deliberation to continue adding butter when Jude said, “So, you’re obviously avoiding me.” Cam jumped, burning his finger on the heated edge. He grudgingly lifted the angry digit to his mouth, lips turning down in a frown. He hadn’t even heard Jude walk into the kitchen. “Jesus, dude, you could’ve made your presence a little louder.” “And risk missing you jump like that? Nah.” Cam glared over his shoulder, hoping to snipe back about manners. What he got was a full view of Jude leaning against the cinder block wall of their small dorm kitchen, his basketball shorts low on his hips. Jude crossed his arms over his bare chest and Cam bit down on his cheek to stave off the heat expanding in his stomach as he wondered what Jude’s chest would feel like under his fingertips. “I’m not,” Cam said weakly. “Avoiding you,” he added when the moment stretched too long. Jude hummed. “Gonna need to work harder on that lie.”


To celebrate her new release, Gwen’s giving away:

  • 2 Signed Paperback copies of Give Me A Hand (US Only)

  • OR a e-copy of Give Me A Hand & $25 Amazon Gift Card for an International winner!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

About the author:

gwen_martinGwen Martin lives in Florida where the sun is always shining, the humidity is always high, and Disney is just a hop skip away. When she’s not trying to write one of her million story ideas, she’s usually hanging out with her husband and four cats.

Gwen first started writing at a young age, coming up with stories in class instead of paying attention to the math lesson. Since then she has been exploring her love of writing in various fan communities where she has learned how to cultivate character development and romantic interactions.

She has a strong love affair with cold brew coffee, black cats, and nerding out in various fandoms. When she’s not writing, she’s reading everything she can get her hands on, listening to a lot of lo-fi and making playlists, chilling with her four gatos and obsessing about Pusheen. Because it’s always about Pusheen.

Connect with Gwen: Instagram | Facebook | Facebook Group: Gwen’s Gang |Bookbub | Goodreads | Author Website

Sign up to Gwen’s Newsletter for an exclusive epilogue of Cam & Jude

Direct Link:

A Novel Take Logo
Book Blitz

The Green Triangle

Romantic Suspense / Military Romance
Date Published: 1/10/20
Publisher: Glenfinnan

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

Opposites attract at LA’s largest soup kitchen when a businesswoman falls in love with one of her patrons.

Savannah Carrington is too busy for romance. She has a soup kitchen to operate which, thankfully, helps her avoid her socialite mother’s attempts to marry her off to some L.A. millionaire. When a patron is attacked, she runs fearlessly down a dark alley to help. Saved by a man who emerges from the shadows, she wants to thank him but he’s disappeared.

Yosef “Joe” MacArthur, a Green Beret, has gone into hiding. Admiring Savannah from afar, he’ll never admit to his growing feelings for her and will stop at nothing to keep her safe. But the White House is making it hard, tearing apart L.A. to award him the highest military honor any soldier could receive. Joe has no time for that with Savannah still in danger. Hunted by the leader of a notorious drug ring Joe is faced with an impossible choice: save a city full of innocent civilians or save Savannah.

A most unlikely paring, love shows no limits in this emotional, action-packed, heartfelt story.

Romance and danger ensue in Rachel Homard’s debut novel.



The beans were cold, the sun was hot, and the plastic crate beneath him imprinted tiny squares all over his fourth point of contact. It had been three hours, after all. Sitting there, watching, waiting. He scraped the inside of the can for the last bite of beans, but his eyes remained focused on the road.
Joe was hoping for trouble. It didn’t matter what kind. He needed something to do, someone to help, a bad guy to test his aim on. He was bored out of his mind with the mundane. Having a friend in Allen was the only thing that kept him sane, but it wasn’t enough. He’d been trained to act by the Army and, before that, by his dad. But if it was between this and allowing himself to be found, he’d choose this every time. There was no way he was ever stepping foot in D.C.
So, he waited, sweat rolling in beads down his back and through his thick beard. His foot tapped impatiently. The street was barren. Everyone was at the soup kitchen. He could always go. It would make Allen happy, but there was a high chance he’d try and play matchmaker between him and Savannah. Joe shook his head. Nope. He’d leave that as plan Z. What would he do there, anyway? Play cards and talk to people about their feelings? Pass. He wanted to make a difference, but more than that, he wanted to make up for his failure in Afghanistan. Not that he ever could. He’d bled to earn that Green Beret, just like his dad, and then he disgraced it.
Now he was alone on a street that reeked of piss and cigarette smoke. He ran his hands through his hair, grown out and wavy, and tossed the empty can of beans in a trash bin a few yards away. It clattered to the bottom. Allen would be by at eleven-thirty with good food. Food like his mom used to cook in their rusty, old 1960s kitchen. That woman was talented. Just like Savannah.
He rose from the crate and stretched, adjusting a faded ball cap over his eyes when a woman ran by in hot pink tights and jewel-studded sneakers, shrieking into her phone about taking a wrong turn on her jog. How many clues did she need to sense she’d left high society? Tents, drug needles, dilapidated buildings? Maybe a flashing sign would have helped. It did give him something to do. He’d follow her and make sure she made it safely back to her millennial friends and their venti soy, triple-shot lattes.
He listened for her voice as he shimmied a brick loose in the wall of a run-down chicken factory and retrieved his Glock, catching a reflection of a man he barely recognized in a broken window. He replaced the brick and brushed the mortar crumbs off his hand. He had slicks all over the city. Allen said he was like a squirrel hiding nuts. Instead of nuts though, he stashed pistols, cash, and C4. Any day could be his last in L.A., and he had to be ready in case someone found him. It made good tactical sense, and it kept his hands busy.
He slipped the Glock into a holster at his back and kept a safe distance. She didn’t notice, just continued her tirade, waving her free hand all around to signal her distress over the situation. With her boobs bouncing around in a low-cut top that was even tighter than her painted-on pants, she was lucky she’d made it this far without a threatening situation. Savannah’s holiday feast probably saved her life. He’d follow her the last block until she was safe.
Just as the thought of safety hit him, a man emerged from a side street behind her, lurking into the available shadows on the side of the street. She missed that, too. Was it possible for someone to lack all basic survival skills? He shook his head.
The man, who was wearing a black hoodie, closed in fast, with a knife reflecting the morning sun in his right hand. Joe sped up, breathing steady. He reached out and jerked the man backward just as he’d brushed the woman with the tip of his blade. She turned and screamed. The man—he appeared to be in his mid-forties—was completely off balance as he threw a lame punch. Joe dodged it and frowned. This wasn’t the rush he needed. It could barely be considered a rush at all. With a huff, he smashed his fist against the man’s cheek, knocking his head into a brick wall. The man fell to the ground, unconscious.
He looked up. The woman still screamed. It was high pitched, shrill, and drawing a lot of attention. “Oh my gosh! What did you do to that man? Is he alive?” She moved away a step at a time, eyes never leaving his. “Stay back. I’ll call the cops. I mean it, mister. Don’t touch me!”
She turned and ran. Fast. He’d just saved her from whatever that loser had planned, but all she saw was a scruffy Middle Eastern man with tattoos. Why did skin color dictate threat level? Screw it. She was alive. Job done.
He dragged the guy away and propped his limp body against a decaying dumpster with the rest of the trash. The dude would probably miss the irony when he woke, but whatever. He deserved worse, maybe to lose a finger or a hand, but it wasn’t his job to dole out justice. He did take the knife, stowing it in his boot before turning the opposite direction the girl ran. He needed to breathe some fresh air and stretch his legs. Yeah, it was the same air on Skid Row, but it never felt fresh. Each breeze that blew through was sour and stale.


Slapping one of those plastic bracelets on her wrist as a kid probably didn’t count as an actual slap. So, Joe was her first, and she’d sure slapped him good. It felt like a hundred tiny snakes biting all over her palm. But where had it come from? A side of her that didn’t exist until they met—and kissed. It was the only way she could think to stop him from saying anything else annoying or stupid.
“Oh my lord, Joe. I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to. Haven’t you seen our current accommodations? It’s not the Ritz, and if my dad doesn’t come through, we might be killed.” She balled her fists and tightened her jaw, forcing out anything but this conversation. “How could I make that any clearer? I told you I cared for you, and you said the same thing. The only difference is you run away from anything that isn’t shaped like a bullet. Do I have to shoot you for you to believe me? I can’t keep going around on this. Holden wanted me to leave with him tonight. You saw him: blond hair and muscles, looked like a walking Ken doll? If I wanted him, I could have gone, but I didn’t. Of course, in hindsight, I might not be stuck in a cargo container, but I picked the right guy. So, start acting like it before I slap you again. I am not the person that made you afraid to connect, so don’t put that on me. I listen when people talk. I don’t make the same mistakes twice. You shouldn’t either.”
Joe was laughing. Laughing! Not exactly the response she’d been shooting for, but it was deep and jolly, like Santa Claus. It made her laugh, too, and for a second the dark seemed lighter, and she didn’t feel so cold. “You would have made an excellent drill sergeant. As a peace offering and a distraction, I’ll give you this: Back in the hotel room, you still had three questions you could ask me. If it’s okay, I’ll ask you three questions too. It’ll help keep our minds off everything. But you aren’t going to die here. I’ll get you out.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Joe.”
“I never make a promise I can’t keep.”
Savannah smiled and adjusted herself tighter against him as he leaned into the corroded metal corner, pretending it was her bed, with candles burning and those soft, gray satin sheets wound around them. Unclenching her fists, she interlaced each of her small fingers between his.
He sighed. “Okay. You start, but don’t go easy on me.” He laughed again, and a wave of tension spiraled through her fingertips and floated away on the bitterly cold air. She wasn’t delusional. Death or torture might come, but she’d be insane before they got to tomorrow if she dwelled on it. All she could do was take this olive branch Joe offered and ignore the thought of the tetanus shot she’d be getting as soon as possible.
“Well, normal Joe would ask what your favorite color was, but because I don’t want to get slapped again, I’ll ask the obvious. Who was the child your parents lost?” Joe enunciated each word carefully, and not because it was cold. Someone had given him trust issues. Then there was whatever was keeping him from going to DC, his history in Afghanistan, why he killed those two men after her date with Holden instead of waiting for the cops, and that weird moment when he wouldn’t let her take his shirt off. Squeezing all that into three questions would be a challenge, but she was resourceful. She made a living feeding sixty people on food donated for twenty.
A spring from the mattress scratched against her blue-jean-covered legs. She scooted an inch to the left as a mosquito buzzed between them. “His name is Cole. He ran off and disappeared thirteen years ago. We all took it badly, but instead of drawing us closer together, it tore us in different directions. I took it especially hard because I’d thought Cole and I told each other everything. But while I just lived in the moment, he internalized everything. I naively assumed he could brush things off like I had. I didn’t get people weren’t all the same, and I should have. We shared a womb! He was my twin, and if I hadn’t been so worried about popularity, I would’ve seen that all the signs of discontent had been there for years, with my dad grooming him to take over a business he had no interest in. So, I opened the soup kitchen, against my parent’s wishes, because I wasn’t going to mess up again. I wanted to show others that someone would listen.”
Her eyes were adjusted to the dark enough now, and the creases between Joe’s eyebrows had grown deeper. “I’m sorry, Savannah. I know that—” He stopped. He’d wanted to say more, but she couldn’t force it, and it was her question anyway.
“What happened in Afghanistan?”
He tensed, his fingers pulling away from hers. But she squeezed, crushing them until they popped. “That’s something I don’t talk about.”
She squeezed harder. “Tell me. I may not know your past, but you’re honorable, and I believe that whatever happened, you did everything you could to stop it. Didn’t you?”
Joe’s voice scratched the chill with a whisper. “Probably, but just saying it is like I’m giving myself an out for what happened or something. My dad and grandpa, they were great soldiers. I always wanted—needed—to prove myself to them. But I let them down, too, even though my gramps is gone now. And my parents are looking for me, along with the White House, and I can’t ever face them.”
The air kicked on again, the breeze itself absolutely frigid. Each hair stood up on her arms, and her body broke out in a wave of goosebumps. Spending three decades in L.A. gave her a strong aversion to cold. She didn’t even use ice in her drinks. Joe roughly alternated between holding her tight and rubbing her arms, but it didn’t help her toes. She’d lost control of them, and each finger hurt.
Her teeth chattered. Her lips were frozen, but the words still came out. “Just tell me. I’m literally freezing in here, and I need to consume my mind with something. The only other option would be to take our clothes off and use our body heat to warm up.” Although she said it half-heartedly, Joe’s reaction was swift; his jaw tightened in a definite no. And the energy in the room shifted like they’d been flipped upside down.
“You’re trying to build up to something. You suggest we take off our clothes to warm up because you want me to say why I wouldn’t take off my shirt. Right?”
That’s exactly what she was getting at, but with the hope he was still the guy laughing five minutes ago. Hitting a nerve had totally backfired and agitated him. He was like the book she’d dropped in her bubble bath last week; the pages were soaked and stuck together. She’d needed a pair of tweezers to separate each one, but even then, the print was running and illegible.
The air cut off abruptly and warmed to a comfortable temperature. Joe dropped her arms and jumped up, likely ready to barrel through the wall and make his own Joe-shaped exit. She fell forward, right hand catching against a loose spring on the mattress and reopening one of her cuts.
“I’m done answering questions now.” He ran his fingers over every inch of the wall nearest them and shook his head, those wrinkles between his eyes digging in deep. “This wasn’t a good idea. I need to be focused on getting you out of here, and now my mind isn’t clear. I’m not ready for you to see me…the way I see myself.”
This was the time where her peace, hugs, and love-couldn’t-ever-let-a-bonding-moment pass self usually kicked into high gear, and she donned her imaginary glitter cape. She’d kept that soggy old book, so Joe wasn’t going anywhere. Her heart ached just thinking about it. But smothering him with her normal approach would end in nothing but trouble. No amount of cupcake baking would get him to confide. She needed to prove his corner wasn’t as empty as he thought. She crossed her arms over her bent knees and put her head down so Joe couldn’t see the tears rolling over her cheeks. Without his company, she was just stuck with fear and a bunch of unanswered questions.

About the Author

Rachel’s vivid imagination and creativity made her six years of teaching elementary school even more fun. But when she and her husband had their awesome son, she decided to stay home and save her hugs for him. Between playing trains and being chased by a three-year-old T-Rex and his furry, four-legged sidekick, Rachel picked four, when she couldn’t write by herself, she recruited her mom to transcribe them for her.

Rachel pairs relatable characters to storylines of romance and suspense, and she loves adding in military characters. She had a great appreciation for all the brave men and women fighting for our country and wants to acknowledge them, like her father, a retired US Army Green Beret. Rachel’s first book, The Green Triangle, will be published in 2020, and she is already working on a sequel.

Contact Links

Purchase Links

RABT Book Tours & PR
Book Tour


by E.S. Brown
Genre: SciFi Fantasy
Vampires have infiltrated the highest offices of the United States government.
Secretly working with top scientists in the CDC and the nation’s most prestigious universities, this clandestine network creates the ultimate weapon for the undead: a particle bomb that, once detonated, transforms any humans within the blast radius into vampires. The world’s human leaders deploy nuclear weapons in a desperate attempt to quell the out-of-control vampire infestation. In their quest for global domination, the vampires propel the world into the greatest of all wars. A nuclear winter envelops the planet, which provides a haven for the vampires to rise up and fully realize their domination over humankind.
Prater Saxon, a half-human/half-vampire survivor in the post-apocalyptic aftermath of the war, lives alone in a world in ruins. Despite his efforts to maintain his solitude as he makes his way through the desolate wastelands, Prater finds himself drawn into a new war brewing between the humans and vampires.For millennia, humans ruled the Earth.
Their rule…may have finally come to an end.
VAMPOCALYPSE is a dark, gritty, post-apocalyptic tale of survival in a land out of resources, high in crime, and overrun with vampires. When the military can’t stop the danger, it’s up to one man to lead the charge against annihilation.
Fans of The Walking Dead will love E.S. Brown’s newest novel.
Book Trailers
E.S. Brown has lived nearly his entire life in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, which has provided the ideal climate for him to foster his love of writing. He is fueled by an overactive imagination and caffeine – a perfect storm that has translated into many late nights researching and working on any number of fantastical tales waiting to be told.
His interests include a love of living a healthy lifestyle, inspiring others, and simply enjoying life and all its wonders. VAMPOCALYPSE is his second novel, following the release of STARPHOENIX in 2014. He is also a poet and is working on a self-help book (a journey of healing following his divorce in 2014). Other works in progress include sequels to Starphoenix and Vampocalypse, as well as a supernatural spy-thriller tentatively titled CODENAME: SCARLETT.
E.S. Brown lives in Puyallup, Washington, where he balances writing with his day job and his cat and his two amazing kiddos.
$10 Amazon gift card & a Vampocalypse T-shirt (black, logo’d with book title and quote from book)
Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!
Release Blitz


Title: Lock
Author: Kimberly Knight
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Fairytale
Publication Date: March 17th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Before Zell was born, her fate was sealed.
Held captive in a high-rise overlooking New York City since the age of twelve, she had no friends her own age, no life outside of the penthouse, and absolutely no choices of her own. But what she didn’t realize was the tower where she lost her freedom would one day become her salvation. Her prince would arrive, they would fall in love, and they would come up with a plan for her to escape so they could live happily ever after.
If only it were that easy.
Every girl dreams of her life becoming a fairy tale, even Zell, who’s knowledge of romance was simply from the books she stole from other girls at the brothel.
In a world where sex, drugs, and manipulation is solely the life she knows, the only fairy tale poor Zell would endure would be a sinister one …
Because freedom always comes at a price.
Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in the mountains near a lake in California with her loving husband, who is a great research assistant. Kimberly writes in a variety of genres including romantic suspense, contemporary romance, erotic romance, and paranormal romance. Her books will make you laugh, cry, swoon, and fall in love before she throws you curve balls you never see coming.
When Kimberly isn’t writing, you can find her watching her favorite reality TV shows, binge-watching true crime documentaries, and going to San Francisco Giants games. She’s also a two-time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter, which has made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans.
Author Links:
Release Blitz

Zero Divergence by Aimee Nicole Walker

Zero Divergence RDB Banner

Zero Divergence

Zero Hour Series, Book 3

Aimee Nicole Walker

M/M Romance/Mystery

Release Date: 03.17.20

Zero Divergence Cover

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Artist: Jay Aheer

Models: Jacob and Steven

Zero Divergence Graphic 1


Zero Divergence, noun: no deviation from a course or standard.

After a key piece of evidence goes missing, a suspected serial rapist and killer evades prosecution. More than Royce Locke’s reputation is on the line when his investigation into the failed chain of custody suggests Franco Humphries might’ve had inside help. There’s no one Royce trusts more than Sawyer Key to help him right a wrong and uncover the traitor in their midst, but can they do it before the Savannah Strangler strikes again?

Relentless plus fearless equals flawless. Sawyer and Royce have come full circle—from hostile strangers to best friends and lovers. Neither a sniper’s bullet nor an arsonist’s fire could keep them apart, but what about a psychopath hell-bent on revenge? The stakes are high, and there’s no turning back now because the zero hour is upon them. Tick tock.

Zero Divergence is the conclusion to the best-selling Zero Hour series, which follows Locke and Key’s investigations and evolving relationship. This is a series you MUST read in order. It contains mature language and sexual content intended for adults 18 and older.

Trigger warning: Part of the storyline involves coming to terms with a friend’s suicide, which may be difficult for some people to read.

Universal Buy Link:

Zero Divergence teaser 1Zero Divergence teaser 2


Royce’s brow went up. “I didn’t confess the many ways I plan to defile you after you take a nap.” “I don’t need a nap.”God, it sounded like heaven though. “You also know that isn’t what I meant. I told you it’s okay if you want a different partner. Maybe it’s healthier for our relationship if we—” Royce silenced him by pressing his lips gently against Sawyer’s. “You’re the only partner for me.”He pointed toward the door. “Out there,”Royce said, turning his finger around and pointing toward his heart, “and in here. That’s why I made you something special.” “You did?” Royce nodded and grinned shyly. “I can’t decorate for crap, but I made it with love.”He pressed a quick kiss against Sawyer’s lips, then stood up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He returned a minute later with a cake carrier in one hand and two plates holding a cake knife and two forks in the other. Royce took off the lid and revealed a tall chocolate cake with chopped pecans sprinkled on top. Sawyer’s mouth immediately began watering. “Is that your mom’s cake recipe?” “The one and only. Are you prepared to be wowed?” “I just really want to shove my face in the cake,”Sawyer replied. Royce laughed heartily. “Would you settle for a slice? I’d hate for you to wear chocolate in your gauze until your home health care nurse comes tomorrow to teach me the proper way to rebandage you in case of an emergency.” “Shut up and feed me cake.” Aimee Nicole Walker Logo

Ever since she was a little girl, Aimee Nicole Walker entertained herself with stories that popped into her head. Now she gets paid to tell those stories to other people. She wears many titles—wife, mom, and animal lover are just a few of them. Her absolute favorite title is champion of the happily ever after. Love inspires everything she does, music keeps her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day. I’d love to hear from you

Vibrant Promotions Logo (1)

Release Blitz

Mating Theory by Skye Warren

MT - RB Banner.jpg

Mating Theory: A Trust Fund Standalone Novel by New York Times bestselling author, Skye Warren, is LIVE!


Billionaire Sutton Mayfair has nothing left to lose…

My best friend is getting married to the woman I love. They say the nice guy finishes last. So what’s the point of being a goddamn gentleman?

Maybe I should take what I want.

Even that sexy little thing on the street corner.

She needs a hot meal and a place to sleep. Instead I’m taking her home to soothe the savage beast inside me. I was born a bastard, and for the first time in my life I act like one.

Except the more I use her, the more I need her.

I didn’t know I had someone left to lose.

But for a single heartbeat, I had her.

MT - AN.jpg

Download your copy today!


Amazon Worldwide:

Apple Books:



Add to Goodreads:


About Skye:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance such as the Endgame trilogy. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.

Connect with Skye:







Stay up to date with Skye Warren by signing up for her mailing list: