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Thursday, March 23, 2017

When Two Hearts Collide

When Two Hearts Collide

Authors Sonya Loveday & Candace Knoebel

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Blurb: Charlie Williams’ view on relationships is simple—one night, no strings, move on.
But when the opportunity to see a girl from his past comes up, Charlie finds himself breaking all his own rules. Ever since the night he'd turned her away, Charlie hasn't been able to get Charlotte off his mind. A break from his pub for a vacation across the pond should be enough to cure him of his curiosity and get her out of his system. At least, he hopes…
Charlotte Mackay channels love through coffee.
Running her fandom-themed store and specialty coffee bar keeps her nerdy heart busy after one too many relationship disappointments. Until the man she can’t manage to forget calls.
Charlie’s coming to The Hamptons for a two-week vacation. She’s going to be his host—nothing more. She'd fallen under the spell of his bedroom eyes and roguish charm once before, and it nearly wrecked her. Charlotte can’t risk the same mistake twice.
But love knows no boundaries when two hearts collide.




When Two Hearts Collide is an Amazon exclusive, and can be read on Kindle Unlimited.
Excerpt #1
She turned so fast that, had I not reached for her, she probably would have fallen. “You don’t get to make decisions for me, Charlie. You don’t get to tell me what’s right and wrong. Good or bad. And God forbid if I chose to care about you, maybe even love you, you have no damn say.” She grabbed the back of my neck, teeth bared as she pulled my head closer to hers. “And if I should decide I love you, there isn’t a f*ing thing you can do about it.”
She kissed me so hard it broke the skin of my lip, but I didn’t care.
I pulled back enough to free my lips. “Woman, ye challenge me. Ye don’t know what it is ye ask for.”
“Maybe I don’t. But I know one thing—I need you like I’ve never needed anything before in my life. Damn the consequences.”
I pulled her legs on either side of my lap and tried with everything in me to quiet the nagging voices in my head because there was no damn way I could set her aside from me.
If she needed me, I needed her just as much. Maybe even more.
Excerpt #2
I had to break the uncomfortable silence that settled over me. Had to crack a joke or hurl an innuendo to get her to walk away before I did the unforgivable and closed the distance to do what I’d wanted to do since I’d clapped eyes on her in the airport.
It wouldn’t be a simple kiss either. No, we’d gone too
far the first time for anything to be simple. Yet, we hadn’t
gone far enough. There were nights I’d wake in a cold sweat, panting for her touch. Waking to find it was only a dream. A dream that had haunted me ever since the night we’d almost had sex.
Could one kiss bring it all back for her like it would for me? Would she throw herself into my arms like she’d done before I put the brakes on what was sure to be a night to remember? And why had I? She’d been willing… more than willing. She’d clung to me. Held me against the warmth of her body. Kissed me as if I were the only man in the world. I had no explanation as to why I rolled away from the heat she offered. Why I’d moved, dreamlike, to the door of her hotel room, pausing briefly to tell her I was sorry and I really didn’t think it was a good idea for us to be alone.
But what stopped us then might not stop us now. There was no flight coming in the morning. There were no teammates who might hear us. There was no nagging voice in my head telling me to walk away. In fact, that same voice was roaring in my head, telling me to get on with it. To stop torturing myself and take what I’d wanted for so damn long.
I took one step forward, reached to cup the back of her neck, and then pulled her toward me. She came willingly. Lips parted. Eyes dreamy.
Excerpt #3
There was a small, almost unnoticeable dimple on his left cheek that came out of hiding every time he smiled. Really smiled. His chest, arms, and forearms were thick, but not too much so. Just enough man for me.
And his eyes.   
Maple syrup. The highest-shelved whiskey. The purest gold you could find.
I wanted to float in them. Wanted them on every inch of my bare skin like they were last night, drinking me in again. Taking everything I offered.
“Yer blushing again, luv,” he said with a small smirk. “Penny for yer thoughts?”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain my smile. “I don’t know if you could handle these,” I said, pointing to my head.
“Try me,” he dared, the air between us heating up.
I looked down at the table and thought, To hell with it.
“How about I just show you?” I said as I stood from my chair. With a deep breath, I acted out my fantasy and shoved everything off the table. It was just as exciting and nerve-wracking as I imagined it would be. I crawled across it toward him as the dishes landed around us with a loud crash, heart hammering against my chest. As I pulled him by the shirt collar, it finally registered for him just what I wanted.
Author Bios:
Candace Knoebel is the award-winning author of Born in Flames—book one in a young adult fantasy trilogy. She discovered in 2009 through lunch breaks and late nights after putting her kids to bed, a world where she could escape the ever-pressing days of an eight to five Purgatory. And an outlet for all the voices residing in her head.
Published by 48fourteen in 2012, Born in Flames went on to win Turning the Pages Book of the Year award in February of 2013. In January of 2014, the last book in the trilogy, From the Embers, was released, thusly completing the trilogy. She now works on the Night Watchmen Series, while guzzling Red Bulls and pretending to be a ninja on Heelys.
Books By Candace Knoebel
The Night Watchmen Series:
The Gramm Curse (Night Watchmen, #0.5)
Everlasting (Night Watchmen, #1)
Evernight (Night Watchmen, #2)
Everlost (Night Watchmen, #3)
Everdeep (Night Watchmen, #4)
Evermore (Night Watchmen, #5)
The Born in Flames Trilogy:
Born in Flames (Book 1)
Embracing the Flames (Book 2) 
From the Embers (Book 3)
Sonya Loveday is a full time author. Mother of two teenagers. Wife to an amazing man for 18 years. Dog lover. Cat lover. COFFEE addict. Night Owl. She's a sucker for a good book. Loves the quiet life. Has the bestest best friend in the whole world. Her imagination never shuts off which makes it hard to sleep. The worst cook. Seriously.
Books By sonya loveday
The Six Series:
The Summer I Fell (Book 1)
End Note (Book 2)
Relevance (Book 2.5)
If Ever I Fall (Book 3)
The Vows We Make (Book 4)

The Casted Series:
Casted (Book 1)
Spelled (Book 2)
The casted series boxed set

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Candace Knoebel
Facebook ➡https://www.facebook.com/CandaceKnoebel/
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Amazon Author Page ➡ https://www.amazon.com/Candace-Knoebel/e/B009CW4K30/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1487599454&sr=1-2-ent
Website ➡ http://www.candaceknoebel.com/
Sonya Loveday
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Amazon Author Page ➡ https://www.amazon.com/Sonya-Loveday/e/B00LXD4252/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Website ➡ http://sonyaloveday.wixsite.com/sonyaloveday

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Chance Encounters: The Collection

Chance Encounters: The Collection

by Hedonist Six Chance Encounters #1-3
Publication Date: January 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Realistic, Box Set

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Synopsis: 

Chance Encounters is a series of stand-alone novellas set in jolly old England, following a set of loosely connected people as they find love in unexpected places. Can love conquer all, from class differences to age gaps? Read on and find out.

Book 1 – One Night Stand Lucy has always had everything under control: her business, as well as her (non-existent) love life. And then George came along and changed everything.

Book 2 – Beautiful Stranger Claudia and Peter meet by chance at the side of the road. She’s a down-to-earth 24 year old with a dead-end job, he’s married and rich. What can possibly go wrong?

Book 3 – Only a Taste Mandi is set to move back in with her conservative Punjabi parents. The last thing she needs is complications, but they turn up anyway, in the form of handsome stranger, Callum.

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Call me “H.” or Hedonist if you prefer. I’m a Romance writer based in London and I’ve always been a dreamer, though it didn’t occur to me to write down the stories I kept dreaming up until 2012. You’ll not find flowery language and poetry in my work. What you will find though is believable characters, none of whom perfect, going through life and trying to find happiness. Just like the rest of us. I first started writing because I craved to see more of “my kind of books” on the shelves. In any scenario, you’ll find me rooting for the underdog. The (emotionally) scarred hero who hasn’t really had much (or any) luck in love. The shy office worker who wants to pursue the man of her dreams, but hasn’t quite mustered the courage yet. All my characters are beautifully flawed and messed up, in a way that makes them perfect for one another.

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Thursday, December 29, 2016

Complex Kisses

Complex Kisses

by Kim Bailey 
Publication Date: December 29, 2016 
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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When lost and living in the moment … … can you be found with just a kiss? Jamie Hartley ran away, leaving grief and heartache behind. Lost on her own. Raising a child. Her plan is simple. Make it through. Find her path. Survive. Eric Anderson walked away, abandoning plans and expectations. Living day to day. Waiting for miracles. His goal is complicated. Make it through. Find a way. Endure. In stolen moments of passion and pleasure, Jamie and Eric find reprieve from their complex lives. Together, they eases the burdens. Together, they soothe the pain. But can they recognize the future when it finds them? Here and now.

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About Kim Bailey

Kim Bailey is a Canadian author. She’s a born procrastinator and sarcasm junkie. She gets her motivation from coffee, the fact that her teenage children haven’t disowned her, and the smile on her husband’s face when she tells him “maybe”. When she was young and naïve, Kim dreamed of being a documentary filmmaker, and script writer. But when real life happened, she went to a job that actually paid her. Now she’s a customer support specialist by day and romance writer by night. Writing is something she’s always done – she has about 20 million half-started story ideas. She may also be a slight exaggerator. Kim promised herself to set her fears aside and make the dream real. She’s working on that, one day at a time.



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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Bleed Blue 69

  


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25 Authors. One SEXY Police Station. All for Charity.



BLEED BLUE 69 is a story written by 25 Authors from one SEXY Police Station and it’s all for Charity. 

Spend your holidays with the brave men and women of Precinct 69 protecting citizens and stealing hearts in the Big Apple. 

These authors have joined forces to bring you their stories—some sweet, some dangerously hot—but all for a great cause. 

These NYC police officers will keep you warm on a winter’s night, make you sweat in the most delicious way possible, and have you wishing for your very own set of cuffs. Only further begging the question: Can anyone resist a hero in uniform?



Excerpt:

A low groan escaped my throat. “Just remember who started this,” I warned before I nipped at her jaw. My hands found her ass and I gave a gentle squeeze before lifting her up onto the counter.
Tess flashed me a devastating grin and it was over. All my anger faded. Replaced by carnal need.
My heart thumped erratically as my cock pulsed against my pants, growing hard. A delightful shiver of desire ran through her as I reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the kitchen floor. The white lacy bra she wore, a stark contrast to her olive skin, was a tease. She liked for everyone to think she was such a lady, but only I knew the truth. Tess spread her thighs wider and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her. My erection pressed into the hot center of her core. I could feel the heat through the thin material of our sweats.
“Hold on to me,” I commanded as I lifted her off the counter enough to yank her bottoms and panties past her hips before I set her back down.
Tess squealed. “The counter is freezing!”
“You won’t be cold for long,” I growled, my voice laced with primal desire as I lay her back against the counter the rest of the way.
I held one of her dainty shoulders with one hand and slowly trailed my other hand downward, 
skimming the front of her torso, over the swell of her breasts to her jeweled belly button. Leaning forward I flicked the tiny diamond with my tongue as my fingers snaked between her thighs, followed by my mouth—placing flesh-searing kisses in my wake until I settled between her legs and buried my face between her thighs. Her hands stroked my bald head as moans filled the kitchen, drowning out Ami’s whines and scratching sounds from the other side of the bedroom door.
We lost track of time—of the world going on around us. The only thing that mattered—was us. Our heavy pants filled the air—and the damn dog’s howls. We laughed and smiled as our bodies exploded in fiery sensations, our souls colliding in passion and love.

 
AUTHORS AND THEIR AMAZON PAGE LINKS:

 Alexis Alvarez  (Author), Josie Bordeaux  (Author), Rebecca Brooke  (Author), Emme Burton  (Author),M.C. Cerny  (Author), Sarah M. Cradit  (Author), Chelle C. Craze  (Author), Jami Denise  (Author), Lisa Edward  (Author), Mary Catherine Gebhard  (Author), Rochelle Paige  (Author), ZB Heller  (Author), Vanessa Marie  (Author), Glenna Maynard  (Author), Kristen Hope Mazzola  (Author), Morgan Jane Mitchell  (Author),Jenni Moen  (Author), Alexis Noelle  (Author), Brandy L Rivers  (Author), Katherine Rhodes (Author), Emerson Shaw  (Author), Kacey Shea  (Author), M. Stratton  (Author), Madison Street  (Author), Felicia Tatum (Author)



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Hit Man



HIT MAN, Book Three: Deadliest Lies Series
Michele Mannon
RELEASE DAY: December 6th.

Blurb:

An attraction so deadly.

Passionate. Arrogant. Relentless. Diego is a woman’s wet dream and a husband’s nightmare. He’s a killer who seduced me…over and over again. He’s the only person who seems to understand the dark, dangerous world I’ve stumbled into. Is he out to save me or am I merely a pawn in a deadly game he’s been playing?


Synopsis

He always gets what he wants.

The seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off of every woman he meets. Diego is handsome. Arrogant. Dangerous. Far more dangerous than anyone I've ever met. And with one look from across a crowded room he has me; hook line and sinker, I'm his for the night.

Diego is not a man to mess with, I know that. I just can't seem to resist his kiss, his touch. But can I trust him with my heart, with my body?

I'm being hunted for something I may or may not have seen, and Diego is my only way out of a world of death and destruction.

If only I can believe his dark promises.



Excerpt: Warning ~ Spice Level HOT

SET UP: Aubrey has returned to her private bungalow, a bit tipsy and feeling slightly off-center after the party she’d been at has abruptly ended because someone fell off the ope- concept infinity dance floor. She’s noticed Diego…twice before.

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I stretch my arms forward for balance and zombie-walk in the darkness toward my bed, which is furthest from the door.

Alone.

Light of head, light in spirit.

Feeling reckless.

What I should be doing instead of the zombie walk is the walk of shame. Where did the handsome hunk with Superman’s buns disappear to? Maybe he’s in a bungalow close by? Do I want him to be in the bungalow close by . . . within proximity to me and my lustful thoughts?

Do I dare seek him out?

My heart races at the naughty idea. Tomorrow. When your head is clearer you can restrategize the perfect introduction.

I inhale deeply and move over to the side of my bed. A wonderfully tantalizing hint of citrus fills in the air. The maids must have sprayed some kind of orange-infused air freshener layered with a hint of spice. Bringing the outdoors inside. And I plan to do the same because since I can’t gaze at the stars, I’ve decided to dream about them.

Stars and oranges and sexy bad boys.

The bedside light abruptly turns on.

I squeal and jump, my mouth falling open with disbelief. Temptation is here . . . tonight . . . in my bed.

“Oh,” I hear myself gasp.

Seconds pass as his eyes rake over me, down to my toes and back up to my face.

All I can do is stare at him, falling into stunned silence.

“You’ve got a beautiful body, chavita.”

Naked. I’m naked. I immediately fold an arm across my chest and hang a hand in front of my crotch. “What are you doing in here?” I murmur. Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Breathtakingly so, with lips plump for kissing and eyes the color of caramel.

Except they’re the opposite of sweet

Naughty, come-play-with-me eyes.

Do I want to play? Be daring, be bold? I did a few seconds ago . . .

“Did you have too much to drink? Wander into the wrong bungalow?” I mean, pinch me, please. Things like this don’t happen to me. My life is rather predictable. Boring, perhaps.

“I’m waiting for you.”

He pulls back the crisp white bedsheet.

Lord have mercy but do I need another shot. Liquid courage. Drunken bravado.

Whatever. The sheet settles around his waist and I’m treated to a mouthwatering display of muscled chest. My gaze drops lower to the taut plains and valleys of his abs. And lower still . . . to the prominent bulge highlighted against the thin cotton material.

He’s naked.

My lips part in surprise.

“That’s for you, chava.”

Oh my God. He knows exactly the effect he has on me, doesn’t he?

“I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“Don’t you? I could have pushed your lovely body up against that window, hiked up your skimpy red dress, and taken you right there, in front of all those dancers.

And guess what, you’d have begged me to do it.”

I blink.

There’s confidence and there’s arrogance. Even if what he’s saying is true . . .

“You playing hard to get?” he murmurs. Yet his tone is firm, no-nonsense.

“Hard to get . . . no . . .”

“Then come here.”

I don’t move. Hell, I can’t. My head’s spinning as fast as my heart’s pounding. His bold proposition is tempting . . . so tempting . . .

No one will know. But you. And him.

He sighs, sitting up in bed and folding the sheet back. With slow, smoothly deliberate movements, he slides out of bed to stand before me.

But he looks past me to the painting on the wall. “I’m not fucking you with un campo lleno de vacas watching us.” Moving around me, he scoops up my red dress and tosses it at the picture. It snags on the wooden frame, completely covering the pastoral scene.

“Much better,” he informs me, the tone of his voice less of a rumble and more at a normal pitch.

“You’re awfully presumptuous.”

“Tell me to leave and I will.”

I bite my lip. Isn’t it so much easier with him going all alpha on me?

“Sí?”

I pause in indecision. A feeling as foreign to me as discovering a guy so hot, so far removed from my world, my realm of possibility, is in my bed, where I want him to stay.

He gives me a lopsided grin.

A killer grin, with a little dimple that causes butterflies to flutter about inside my stomach.

A seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off every woman he meets. I mean, just look at him. Of course he does.

Yet it’s the hunger in his eyes as he rakes his gaze over me that does me in. “You want me?” he asks as our eyes collide.

What is life truly without a few regrets? The rational part of me understands this, that if I fuck this gorgeous man, that’s what he’ll be. A regret. Yet the wild, recently liberated side of me, whispers, Do it. Make him the best regret ever.

“Yes,” I say, a little breathlessly. Okay, a whole lotta breathlessly.

He really does smile this time, the kind that causes tiny creases to form around his eyes. “Good. Now touch me.”

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AUTHOR INFO:

Michele Mannon creates characters who are far from perfect; who are likely to be knee-deep in trouble, heart-first in love and at wits’ end when life unexpectedly, unequivocally turns to hell. Her debut series, Worth the Fight, received two Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks.

Hit Man is the third book in her sexy romantic suspense series, Deadliest Lies and features the most seductive “big-boom” mercenary of them all…Diego.

Michele lives in Pennsylvania but likes traveling to exotic places, including the NJ shore. She’s fond of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes, quick-witted, Irish-accented men, a good story, and lots and lots of laughter.

For more information about Michele, please visit her website: http://www.michelemannon.com

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