Britain: Tales of a Tomboy by Evan Grace from Crave Publishing is LIVE!
Britain: Tales of a Tomboy by Evan Grace from Crave Publishing is LIVE!
Faith by Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander is coming December 12th! Read about the first time Justin receives a letter from Becca in the excerpt below…
BLURB:Justin I originally joined the Navy as an escape, to become more than a country farm boy. Being a Navy SEAL turned me into a man, but one without a life outside the military. I thought that was all I needed. Until everyone around began to find their Happily Ever Afters’. I realized my life was missing love, something I’ve been longing for. All it took was one simple letter from home to remind me that everything I ever needed was right there waiting for me. Becca Losing the love of your life before he was able to meet his child was the hardest thing I’d ever gone through. I tried to move on with my life, and find a new sense of normalcy with my daughter and myself. One simple holiday act of kindness has set my carefully choreographed life into a tailspin. I could never have guessed writing a simple letter to a deployed sailor would bring us to a place we can finally call ‘Home’ again. Can these two trust in the things they can not see to find true happiness? **While Faith can be read as a standalone, it is best enjoyed after reading Honor, Love, Fate, and Power.**
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DON’T SAY GOODBYE by Heather Lyn releases December 4th!!
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Nacole Ward Fear. The one thing that controlled my life. The reason I stayed. But ultimately the reason I left. Tragedy and emptiness marred my existence. A fresh start was all I was after. Instead, I found things I never expected. Love. Happiness. A reason. I found him.
Garret Walker Serve and protect. Not just my career—it’s my life. Climb the ladder, reach the top. Finding love wasn’t a part of my priorities. She wasn’t looking for a hero. But life had other plans. For her. For me. Now we have to fight together. Or I’ll lose her. And I’m not about to let that happen.
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EXCERPT“Come in!” I yell, rinsing the coffee cup out, turning around to find him behind me. His dark hair is curling out from below the baseball hat he has on, and his black T-shirt hugs his arms and chest in all the right ways. And don’t even get me started on those damn Wranglers. Worn and tight. Looking up, his blue eyes are filled with laughter and I know I’ve been caught. “Morning,” he greets, and I can’t help myself. Laughing, I rush over and give him a hug, burying my face into his chest, the smell of his cologne heaven. “Where’d you go?” I ask, pulling away from him. He brushes my wet hair off my face, his fingers playing with the strands. “Went home to shower. Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me using yours and I didn’t want to wake you up to ask.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Are you even real?” Garret starts cracking up, then kisses the top of my head before stepping past me to toss a bag on the counter. “Of course I’m real.” “I don’t think you are. You’re like, a book boyfriend come to life.” “A what?” He laughs even harder. “A book boyfriend. You know, the hero in romance novels who is all swoony, and alpha, and perfect? He always gets the girl because he’s this amazing guy who knows all the right things to say and do. He’s just the definition of a romantic boyfriend.” Garret crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the kitchen counter. “So, what you’re telling me is, is I’m perfect?” “Only if you take me out for breakfast,” I chide, resting my hands on my hips. “Now that I can definitely do.”
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Heather Lyn is a contemporary romance author. She lives in beautiful York ME with her husband and son. She is a fan of the New England Patriots, Boston Red Sox, Reading, Country Music, and Coffee. She has had a lifelong love for reading.
SEAN by Fiona Keane release November 27th from Limitless Publishing!
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I reminded myself of the bubbly pink thing in my glass and began pulling my hand toward my face when the cup was jerked from my grasp.
“Delicious,” Sean murmured as he sipped from the rim of my glass, lifting his eyebrows and grinning hopelessly. Is this real?
“Where did you come from?” I snapped. “What are you doing here?” The words fell out in accusation, but I was more surprised than anything. I stopped dancing and stared at him, tanned and gorgeous. His beard disappeared into delectable stubble. I had to stop myself from wanting to touch it, to touch him. His wavy hair was cropped, forcing my focus to his glowing emerald eyes which stared at me.
“Meeting Jesse. What are you doing here?” This creep owes me an explanation. Or does he?
“Come here.” I pulled on his wrist and walked with Sean through the gaping wall of windows that was open for the evening, blasted with heat lamps and fans. Sorry, planet. In the dim glow of the streetlights I observed Sean was wearing all black; dress pants and shirt, of course teasingly unbuttoned at the top with his cuffs rolled over his muscular forearms. I continued sipping from my glass, eyeing him suspiciously. I wasn’t sure what to say, how to feel, or if he was actually standing there.
“I thought you were still in Miami,” I pressed, taking a sip from my drink.
“I thought you’d be spending a Saturday night with your boyfriend.” His top lip rolled from between his teeth, jaw clenched, and eyes wild.
“Girls’ night,” I reminded him, smiling coyly. “When did you get back?”
“You waited almost a week to tell me.” I swung at his arm playfully. “I’m hurt. I’m going back inside and you owe me a drink now that you’ve tampered with this one.”
I turned to walk back into the bar and I felt his fingers quickly wrap around my wrist and lift the glass from my hand. “I think you’ve had enough, Ave.”
My body warmed with his hand along the middle of my back as Sean guided me back to the booth. I was only on my second drink and resentful he thought it was his place to tell me I had enough. I had enough of his stupid, handsome face, that was for sure. I had enough of him the last time I saw him, when he left me alone. Shudder. I didn’t have enough then. Seeing him next to me, feeling his skin on my back, his eyes burning into mine, reminded me of how much not enough I had of Sean.
Ella and Lizzie were still dancing in the middle of the floor, leaving our booth empty. I noticed Jesse turn from the bar and gaze in our direction, his mouth spreading into a playful smile. It was one twisted reunion, and I couldn’t stop myself from attending.
Brace yourself for ALL THE FEELS. Keep reading for an excerpt from Tainted: Lance & Mary by USA Today bestselling author Tess Thompson!!!
BLURB:One career-ending mistake sends Lance Mullen home to Cliffside Bay in search of a fresh start. And in no time at all, home begins to feel like the place he was always meant to be. With his beautiful new beach house, his friends and family close by, and a profitable business to grow, life really is good. That is until his heart tries to wreck everything… again. After losing her mother, child and marriage, Mary Hansen has built a nearly impenetrable wall around her heart. She’s convinced her dream job, a few growing friendships, and a never-ending stream of books to fill her evenings are enough for a contented if not all together joyous life. Though she’s on guard not to get too close to anyone, one careless moment with Lance will shatter her prospects for an uncomplicated future. The fifth installment of The Cliffside Bay Series by bestselling author Tess Thompson follows the interwoven stories of five best friends, the beach community they love, and the women who captivate them. Prepare to get lost in a wave of small town charm, men you would love to take home to your mother, and smart, resilient heroines you wished lived next door.
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Ten seconds before the clock struck midnight and tossed them into a new year, Lance Mullen had only one wish. He wanted to kiss Mary Hansen. Not a friendly peck on her alabaster cheek or a chaste brush of lips. No, his kiss must steal her breath and quicken her pulse and weaken her knees. He must make her swoon.
This was not a task for the shy or meek. Only a hero could rouse her from her half slumber.
It would take the kiss of the greatest love story ever written.
Around him, his friends began to chant the countdown.
Mary stood next to him in Zane and Honor’s crowded living room. All night she’d stayed near, so close he could smell the subtle scent of her perfume and bask in the heat that radiated from her skin. She tugged the sleeve of his jacket.
“Lance, you have to count.”
He looked down at her. His pulse quickened, his knees weakened at the mere sight of her. With an oval face and one of those well-defined jawlines he found so attractive, she reminded him of fine china, meticulously honed into beautiful lines and curves. Tonight, she wore a dark blue velvet dress that clung to her slender waist and hips. Her caramel-hued hair was swept up into a pile on top of her head, exposing her long neck, the tips of her delicate ears, and the birthmark on her neck that reminded him of a question mark. All evening he’d longed to trace the birthmark with his finger as if it might unleash the answer to her heart. Yet, he wondered, too, would she shatter under his touch?
She played with the gold bangles around her wrist and counted down the seconds with the rest of his friends. Seven, six…
She smiled up at him with eyes as dull as a child’s crayon. Five, four…
One day she’d told him that all interesting characters in novels have a secret.
He had one.
He was in love with Mary Hansen. No one knew, not even his best friends. She was tainted in their eyes, prickly and cold.
Unlike a hero in Mary’s favorite novels, his secret did not make him interesting. More like pathetic.
Three, two, one…
Confetti floated and danced around him. “Auld Lang Syne” played from the speakers. His best friends and his brother kissed their wives—everyone married now but him. Maggie and Violet were pregnant. He knew his sister-in-law, Kara, wouldn’t be far behind. He was ashamed that their happiness made him sad. More than it should? Maybe. Was he wrong to want a love of his own? A woman to cherish and dogs and babies and the busy, messy lives his friends had made for themselves? If it was wrong, if he should not yearn for more when he had so much, then he was guilty. His new house and all the money in the bank and his expensive cars and clothes meant little when you woke up alone.
He wanted to wake up with Mary Hansen.
The passage into her heart was as mysterious as the Agatha Christie novels she lovingly displayed on the Staff Picks table of their bookstore. That said, he knew more than most about the damaged beauty by his side. During their late nights of easy friendship, she’d slowly revealed herself to him as they prepared to open the revamped bookstore. The plot? Six years ago, her baby daughter had died, followed closely by her mother’s death. Then, her husband had admitted to having an affair while she was pregnant. The subtext? Trained as a librarian, she lived only in the pages of the novels she coveted. They were her link to the living world.
Mary turned to him and played with the collar of his shirt. “Sir Lancelot.”
“Yes?” She labeled everyone by characters in books. He was Sir Lancelot. Every time she called him that, his heart fluttered. However, she was not his Guinevere but his Sleeping Beauty. If only he could waken her.
“You’re supposed to kiss me or it’s bad luck.” She held up her cheek.
This was his chance. Do it. Be bold.
“It has to be on the lips,” he said. “Or it doesn’t count.”
“I’m not sure that’s true, but just in case, you better do it.” She pursed her lips, playful.
She was about to know he was not playing.
He pressed his lips to hers, not hard like he wanted but with just the slightest of pressure, and kissed her. To his surprise, she softened against his mouth. She kissed him back! Yes, there was no question.
Her lips moved, mimicking the flutter of the confetti that tickled his ear. He lingered at her mouth, lost. My God, she tasted of champagne. Another stanza of music passed. Still, he could not let go. He slipped one arm around her waist. She kept her arms at her sides but allowed him to pull her small-boned frame against his broad chest. Overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume and her hair, he kissed her harder. A spark of light exploded behind his eyes. An engine rumbled through his stomach.
She pulled away, flushed and breathing hard. “What was that?” she whispered.
About TessLike most of her characters, Tess Thompson hails from a small town and will always feel like a small town girl, despite the fact she’s lived in Seattle for over twenty-five years. She loves music and dancing, books and bubble baths, cooking and wine, movies and snuggling. She cries at sappy commercials and thinks kissing in the rain should be done whenever possible. Although she tries to act like a lady, there may or may not have been a few times in the last several years when she’s gotten slightly carried away watching the Seattle Seahawks play, but that could also just be a nasty rumor. She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her brand new husband, the hero of her own love story, and their Brady Bunch clan of two sons, two daughters and five cats, all of whom keep her too busy, often confused, but always amazed. Yes, that’s four kids and five cats. Pray for her.
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MEET BLAKE STEELE!
That’s right… keep reading for a sneak peek from Steele by Erin Bevan.
IT RELEASES NOVEMBER 14TH.
Hometown firefighter, Blake Steele is living day by day, desperately trying to ease his guilt about his haunted past. When the beautiful Mary Franks moves in next-door, the conflict between what he knows in his head and what he feels in his heart suddenly becomes his most important struggle.
For Mary, living next door to a firefighter should be comforting, except her new neighbor continues to make a nuisance of himself by insisting on helping her—with everything. Despite her efforts, she can’t help but fall for him the more he hangs around. But love isn’t something Mary has time for. She has two goals: raising her son and hiding her illegal activities to keep her son safe.
When Mary’s ex is granted parole and fights to get his son back, she relies on Blake for support. But, as Blake uncovers the lies she’s kept, he is forced to face his own past to protect their futures before both of their lives go up in flames. Literally.
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Taking his seat first, he firmly gripped her hips, and guided her down to a seated position beside him. She snuggled in his arms, their backs pressing against the siding of the house.
“I reached over to your side of the bed and you were gone.”
“Did it worry you?” His tone was soft, joking, almost like he couldn’t believe him not being there wouldn’t concern her. But when her hand felt soft cotton, and not the hard muscles of his chest, she had panicked, and worried they were over before they really began. The idea of his absence—although only brief— left more of a void than her failed marriage. Thoughts that, come morning, she would surely realize were completely irrational. Blake wouldn’t leave his own house or her in the middle of the night. But in the still of the night, surrounded in darkness, her logic had disappeared just like he had.
“Yes, it did. I missed you next to me.” She gripped his kneecap. “What are you doing out here?”
He intertwined his fingers between hers, leaving their hands on his knee. “Star gazing.” He stared up at the sky.
So perfectly still, he appeared completely at peace—yet this nagging notion inside of her lead her to believe there was more sadness in his motions than peace.
She focused on the stars, trying to see exactly what it was he did. The night sky was so bright it was as if she could see every star in the galaxy, but she’d just scratched the surface. And, just like the sky above her, Blake Steele wasn’t everything he appeared to be either. There was something deeper and beyond the surface he hid from her and from the world. She knew because she did the same thing.
Another breeze floated past her and she shivered.
“Cold?” Blake tightened his hold on her.
“A little. Aren’t you?” He sat next to her in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt, and despite being wrapped in a sheet; she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“No. I stay pretty hot, besides, I have you to warm me up.” He gently eased her head to his chest, giving her a better angle of the night sky.
The soft patter of his heartbeat, the stillness of his calm body, the comfort he provided could lull her to sleep if she hadn’t been a ball of nerves—from all the thinking she’d been doing. About him. About her. About Nathaniel. About everything.
In her soul she knew he would never hurt her, but she couldn’t shake the nerves from being seen on Blake’s roof, his arms around her, in nothing but a sheet. Dating wasn’t technically against the rules for her, but was it wise? Did it look like her focus wasn’t on Nathaniel despite the fact that everything she did was for him?
“So, why are you out here at midnight star gazing?” She changed the subject, trying to take her mind off her own worries.
What was underneath his tough surface? Who really was Blake Steele…the man who wants to love her?
Award winning author, Erin Bevan writes small town Americana romances straight from the heart. Born and raised in rural South Arkansas, she uses her past experiences to enrich her stories while infusing the right amount of heartache and humor to see her readers through until the end. With the perfect blend of sweet to steamy, Erin Bevan has something for every romance reader.
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More or Less a Temptress by Anna Bradley releases November 13th!
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A beautiful debutante in Regency London seems destined to make a good match. But the Somerset sisters have made courtship and matrimony a deliciously scandalous affair…
Hyacinth Somerset’s debut is the most anticipated event of the season, as it will be the reclusive young lady’s first public appearance. But within moments of being asked to dance by a dashing stranger, Hyacinth calls him a murderer, then faints dead away! Now all the ton is a aflutter over Hyacinth’s baffling shun of their most intriguing newcomer—the wildly handsome Lachlan Ramsey…
Recently arrived from Scotland, Lachlan only wishes to claim his place in society to secure his sister’s future. When that is threatened by the accusations of a hapless slip of a girl, he will do anything protect his family. Yet it appears Hyacinth has only damaged her own hopes, inspiring the label of hysteric—and ultimately inspiring Lachlan to shelter her from harm. Now if only there were a defense for the surge of feeling he has every time Hyacinth turns her gaze his way. If only there were a way to make her his—while keeping the true secret in his past from destroying everything—and everyone—he cares about…
**More or Less a Temptress may be read and enjoyed as a standalone regency romance!
ENJOY THIS SNEAK PEEK AT HYACINTH AND LACHLAN!
Lachlan wrapped his fingers around her wrist and drew her hand away from his face. “I told you never to sacrifice yourself for me again.”
“Yes.” It was the simple truth, and Hyacinth didn’t try to deny it.
His eyes grew darker, and his hands clenched into fists. “Why, then?”
Why. She wanted to say, because it wasn’t a sacrifice. She wanted to say, because I’d do anything to keep you from being hurt again. She wanted to say, because I didn’t have a choice.
She wanted to say, you already know why.
In the end, she didn’t say any of those things. Or perhaps she said them all, just in far fewer words. “Because I love you, Lachlan.”
And oh, it was so easy to say it. She’d thought it would be difficult—she’d been afraid she’d hesitate, or stammer—but then those words had been hovering on her lips almost since the first moment she saw him. They’d been poised on her tongue, just waiting for her to speak them aloud.
His mouth opened, and his throat worked, but no sound emerged.
A tremor shot through her at his silence, but she’d said what was in her heart. She wouldn’t take it back, even if she could. Hyacinth gathered her courage, stepped closer, and buried her face against his chest.
He smelled so good, like fresh air and the outdoors, and something else, something earthy, like…heather. Scottish heather, woody and mossy, with just a faint hint of honeysuckle. She pressed her face into his neck, inhaled deeply, and wondered if one could become drunk on a scent.
A scent, or a smile, or a man’s gentle hands…
“Go to bed, Hyacinth.” He reached behind him, grasped her wrists, and tugged her hands away. “Tomorrow, when we see Finn, you’ll tell him the truth, and answer every question he asks. Do you understand me? You won’t sacrifice yourself for me—or for Isla or Ciaran—again.”
He was staring down at her, his face so hard and still Hyacinth’s nerve nearly failed her. The other Hyacinth—the timid one—wanted to run from the room then, but she could feel his struggle in the tremble of his body, in every harsh, labored breath he drew.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Tonight, that was enough.
“I’m not going to bed.” She slid her hands over his chest to his shoulders and worked his coat down his arms. His breath caught when it fell to the floor with a heavy thud, then it stopped in his chest when she loosened the buttons of his waistcoat, dragged it off him, and tossed it to the floor.
“Don’t.” He caught her wrists in his hands again to stop her, but Hyacinth heard the pleading note hidden in the gruff command, and she saw the way his eyes darkened as he stared down at her.
He held her fast, refusing to free her wrists, so Hyacinth leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the hollow of his throat. She felt his gasp, the convulsive movement of his throat against her lips as he tried to swallow back a moan.
“Let go of my hands, Lachlan,” she murmured against his heated skin.
“No, damn you.” He was fighting to catch his breath. “You’re not wasting yourself on me.”
His words were lost in another gasp as she opened her mouth and grazed her teeth lightly over his throat. “Waste myself? No, Lachlan. It’s not a waste to give myself to the man I love.”
“No. You can’t love me. I won’t let you.” But even as he protested, his body was straining toward her, every muscle tensed with need. “You can’t love me, leannan.”
She laughed softly as she dragged her tongue around the curve of his ear. She nipped his earlobe, then moved lower to trail hot kisses over the bare skin revealed by the open neck of his shirt. “It’s too late, you stubborn, foolish man.”
Anna Bradley is an award-winning author of Regency Historical Romances A WICKED WAY TO WIN AN EARL, A SEASON OF RUIN, LADY ELEANOR’S SEVENTH SUITOR, LADY CHARLOTTE’S FIRST LOVE, TWELFTH NIGHT WITH THE EARL, MORE OR LESS A MARCHIONESS, and MORE OR LESS A COUNTESS, coming in August, 2018.
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