The Cringle Cove Christmas Chronicles

Title: The Cringle Cove Christmas Chronicles

Genre: Holiday Romance

Publication Date: November 29^th, 2018

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Reviews & PR

Blurb:

Another winter means Christmas in Cringle Cove, the cozy resort town nestled in the mountains of Pennsylvania. My home.

It was never my dream to run my aunt’s bed and breakfast, but it’s my reality. The only good thing about this time of year is that we shut down the bed and breakfast to celebrate our family’s Christmas.

The town twinkles with the festive lights as the snow falls in a glistening blanket on the land. 

The cheer is in the air, and I find myself embracing the holiday spirit. Not even the stack of bills that keep piling up can ruin the joyful cheer.

That is until I collide into Roan McDaniels in the local coffee shop. The searing liquid that spills down my arm, is nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

He’s back in town. The man who broke my heart so many years ago and he looks good. 

Damn good.

Little did I know I was in for a very unexpected gift.

HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. 

When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.

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Blurb:

Abby

After my sister and I lost our parents, life has been up in the air. The only thing we’ve been able to hold onto is our pact to spend every Christmas together, avoiding it like the plague.

That’s exactly what I’m doing when a deliciously dimpled man introduces himself the first day I arrive in Cringle Cove.

There’s nothing wrong with making a friend, right?

Until our easy friendship turns into a hellacious crush and a favor bred from nightmares.

For the first time ever, I’d kill for a Christmas miracle.

Dex

For someone who loves everything about the holidays, mine are sure getting off to a terrible start.

The worst part? I promised my ex I wouldn’t tell a soul we’d ended things until we’re far away from Cringle Cove.

At least I’m in the most festive town in the country.

If everything else goes to hell this week, I’ve got that.

I’m hiding out in a coffee shop when I see Abby.

She’s awkward, sarcastic, and obviously miserable here.

I’ve never wanted anyone more.

Keep a promise to your ex in exchange for a happy holiday?

What the elf was I thinking?

What the Elf? is a multi-POV standalone with content intended for mature readers.

Kate Benson was raised in Texas and currently resides in central Florida with her husband and their growing army of fur minions.She learned to read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-after’s to her husband, Sean.Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies, hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book.To find out more about Kate, her work or to just say hello, she loves hearing from her readers and can be found on social media.

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Shaine

It's Christmas in Cringle Cove. Somebody save me.

This place makes me crazy with all the decorations. But one thing makes being here even worse: my ex-boyfriend. In fact, he makes me regret ever leaving the house.

One wrong step and I fall—hard. Who's there to save me? None other than Max. Seeing him again brings back so many memories. One, in particular, brings tears to my eyes—the day I ended us.

He’s all I think about. All I see. And he wants me back.

However, returning to Max means choosing a road I never thought I’d take again.

Maxton

I always know when Shaine’s home on break from college. Every part of my being goes on high alert the second she enters Cringle Cove. She was once mine, but not anymore.

That is until I find her on the ground in pain. Ice happens.

With her suddenly near, I have to fight the constant urge to wrap my arms around her and kiss her. We aren’t the same people we used to be.

We have a lot to work through. Hearts to mend. If Shaine is my Christmas gift, it'll be worth all the pain.

This will be one long week.

Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.

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This is my first trip home in nearly four years. I haven’t been back for a very good reason—and his name is Hunter Beckett.

My parents need my help over Christmas break, so I’ve agreed to return during the semester break against my better judgment.

Kisses under the mistletoe. Family pictures in front of the numerous decorations. Christmas in Cringle Cove is a magical time for everyone else who visits—just not for me.

Four long years away without a single glance backward. I’m THISCLOSE to college graduation. One week around the chocolate-with-flecks-of-gold-eyed devil and I’m THISCLOSE to giving in to him all over again.

Hunter should come with a warning label: MISTLETOE NOT REQUIRED.

A.D. Justice is the USA Today bestselling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, Wicked Nights, Wicked Intentions, Wicked Shadows), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s Lesson), the Immortal Obsessions series (Immortal Envy) and a few stand-alone romance novels, such as Completely Captivated, Just One Summer, Envy, and Intent.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her own alpha male character in their North Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words, and speaks fluent sarcasm. An avid animal lover, A.D. Justice has three horses, one dog, and two cats.

While the primary focus of her books has been romantic suspense, she has expanded into different sub-genres of romance. Stay tuned to read what she has in store for you!

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Blurb:

From USA Today Bestselling Author Kristen Luciani comes a holiday tale so sinfully sweet and sexy, it will have even the grumpiest, most bitter holiday grinch dancing joyfully under the mistletoe.

Camryn

He made a promise.

He gave me a ring.

Then after planning the perfect future, he made a choice…to kick me out of his life.

Except, he never bothered to tell me.

I hate that I’ve spent the past five years comparing men to the one who shredded my heart.

I hate that he still has such a tight hold on me from across the Atlantic freaking Ocean.

And most of all, I hate that I’m still in love with him.

Jack

Five years ago, I got on a plane.

It was the biggest mistake of my life.

I traded my dreams to escape my dark past.

I pushed aside the only family I ever knew.

I crushed the only girl I’d ever loved, driving her into the arms of another man—my best friend.

And now I’m back to face everything I left behind.

Only I’m too late.

Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

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Blurb:

He was an Olympic Gold Medalist.

She was his best friends sister.

Together, they started a love affair that would shock a nation.

Brooklyn Myles was returning to her hometown after college with no clear direction in life—but she gets more than she bargained for when a cruel twist of fate sends her long-time crush calling.

Hayden Jaxon had a competitive snowboarding career, six gold medals, and women falling at his feet—except, it wasn't enough. He wanted more, and his heart wouldn't settle for anyone but her.

Can Brooklyn survive her brother's best friend? Or will she be another victim of his winter games?

Former Director of a major corporation, Victoria has spent most of her life inside of a book. When she wasn’t reading, she was busy scribbling down stories of her own. Meeting her husband while he was in the United States Army, Victoria quickly adapted and learned the role of the military spouse. 

After finishing her Business Management Degree in college, she spent years working in the corporate world where her writing quickly fell by the wayside. Finally, taking time away from the corporate world, Victoria has been able to dive into her stories and create a whole new world for you to live in. 

She now resides in the sunny Tampa, Florida area with her husband, son, and two amazing boxers. When she isn’t writing you can find her on the beach or hiking. Maybe even writing on the beach.

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Ruling the Mob

Title: Ruling the Mob

Author: Kristen Luciani

Genre: Mafia Romance

Publication Date: September 20^th, 2018

Cover Designer: Dark City Designs
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Blurb: 

Fear makes you weak. Weakness gets you killed.

Nico

This life. It becomes more toxic every day. There is no escape for me or the ones I love. I've done things to claim my rightful place. I've taken care of those who challenged that place, and I've made a mortal enemy in the process.

Now he's back, just like I always knew he would be. He's angry, tortured, and out for blood.

Perfect. That's just the way I want him. It'll make pulling the trigger so much more satisfying.

Shaye

I'm a princess. But my life is no fairy tale. It used to be…but that was a long time ago, in a land far, far away. I had it all, until one blood-soaked night when I lost everything I wanted for my future.

Now I feel as if I'm locked in a tower, alone and isolated from the man I love. He's the one who saved me.

But I don't think anyone can save him.

Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

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 “He’s coming. He’s coming!”

“Be prepared. Be ready. Be careful.

“You have a lot of responsibilities, Nico.”

Bits of conversations ricochet off the walls of my mind, eating away at my confidence to uncover an all-consuming fear that lurks inside me like a predator ready to strike.

Because he’s out there. I know it, Dad knows it, the guys know it.

And most of all, he knows it.

Fear makes you weak.

Weakness gets you killed.

I slide out of the passenger seat of my Audi R8, my feet landing on the concrete of my driveway. I slam the door shut and walk the few feet to the front door. Shaye is waiting for me on the other side, hopefully wearing nothing but the apron she uses when she cooks dinner. My stomach growls, but I’m not hungry. Not for food, anyway.

I slide my key into the lock and grasp the brass doorknob, ready to turn, ready to put this day behind me. Each day is just like the last…work, work, work, wonder…work some more…wonder some more. It’s the wondering part that has my brain twisted. I never wonder. I always know.

But this time, I’m a sitting duck, waiting for the hunter.

I don’t f*cking like it one bit, and the loss of control is crippling. And I don’t know how much longer I can bury this shit and hang on to my last shreds of sanity. Sometimes I think these mind fucks are worse than someone putting a bullet in my brain.

I push open the door, but the house is dark. Even the kitchen. One light is on. Upstairs, in my bedroom. Maybe she decided to just order pizza. Later. Works for me. The sooner I can get Shaye naked, the sooner I can dive inside of her and escape all of this other bullshit. 

Then, it’ll just be us.

The way I wanted it to be.

The way I know it never can be.

I toss my keys into a bowl on the hall table, nearly missing it because I can’t really see it. I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time. Seconds pass and I’m no closer to the top. The staircase looms above me. The faster I jog upward, the faster the steps seem to regenerate.

What the fuck is happening?

I place my hand on the railing, but I don’t feel the smooth wood grain along my palm. 

Instead, it’s submerged into a sticky, gel-like-liquid…like quicksand. I yank and pull, but it’s useless. My hand is stuck.

I use my other hand as leverage and slap it against the wall. But it slices through the sheetrock, which morphs into the same type of gummy substance. I blink hard at the stairs that seem to lead into the heavens, stairs I can’t even climb because I’m literally stuck to the wall. My heart thumps against my ribcage, blood rushing between my ears.

I can’t move. But maybe I can scream. If Shaye is upstairs, she’ll hear me and we’ll figure this out together. “Shaye!” My mind hears the scream, but my mouth is still closed tight. I try to force my lips apart, but they’re stuck. Just like my body.

“Nico!”

My ears perk up. She’s calling me! She is here! I try again. “Shaye!”

Nothing. Nothing but the shrieks that follow my name. And then…

“Help me, Nico!”

A loud crash follows, along with a sinister laugh.

I know that laugh. I’ve never heard it before, but I know it.

I yank my body left and right, trying to free my hands. Nothing.

“Help! Please!”

Bile rises in my throat. I need to break free. Now. All the preparation, all of the planning…none of it matters. This shit is happening now, and I finally need to reclaim my life. I tug and pull some more as her screams get louder and more desperate. I have to get upstairs now. I can’t see through walls, but my gut tells me exactly what I need to know…Shaye is in danger. It’s knowledge I’ve kept buried for years and unleashed without a solid plan for how I can protect her.

It may be too late…

Ruling the Mob

Title: Ruling the Mob

Author: Kristen Luciani

Genre: Mafia Romance

Publication Date: September 6^th, 2018

Cover Designer: Dark City Designs

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb: 

Fear makes you weak. Weakness gets you killed.

Nico

This life. It becomes more toxic every day. There is no escape for me or the ones I love. I've done things to claim my rightful place. I've taken care of those who challenged that place, and I've made a mortal enemy in the process.

Now he's back, just like I always knew he would be. He's angry, tortured, and out for blood.

Perfect. That's just the way I want him. It'll make pulling the trigger so much more satisfying.

Shaye

I'm a princess. But my life is no fairy tale. It used to be…but that was a long time ago, in a land far, far away. I had it all, until one blood-soaked night when I lost everything I wanted for my future.

Now I feel as if I'm locked in a tower, alone and isolated from the man I love. He's the one who saved me.

But I don't think anyone can save him.

Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

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“He’s coming. He’s coming!”

“Be prepared. Be ready. Be careful.

“You have a lot of responsibilities, Nico.”

Bits of conversations ricochet off the walls of my mind, eating away at my confidence to uncover an all-consuming fear that lurks inside me like a predator ready to strike.

Because he’s out there. I know it, Dad knows it, the guys know it.

And most of all, he knows it.

Fear makes you weak.

Weakness gets you killed.

I slide out of the passenger seat of my Audi R8, my feet landing on the concrete of my driveway. I slam the door shut and walk the few feet to the front door. Shaye is waiting for me on the other side, hopefully wearing nothing but the apron she uses when she cooks dinner. My stomach growls, but I’m not hungry. Not for food, anyway.

I slide my key into the lock and grasp the brass doorknob, ready to turn, ready to put this day behind me. Each day is just like the last…work, work, work, wonder…work some more…wonder some more. It’s the wondering part that has my brain twisted. I never wonder. I always know.

But this time, I’m a sitting duck, waiting for the hunter.

I don’t f*cking like it one bit, and the loss of control is crippling. And I don’t know how much longer I can bury this shit and hang on to my last shreds of sanity. Sometimes I think these mind fucks are worse than someone putting a bullet in my brain.

I push open the door, but the house is dark. Even the kitchen. One light is on. Upstairs, in my bedroom. Maybe she decided to just order pizza. Later. Works for me. The sooner I can get Shaye naked, the sooner I can dive inside of her and escape all of this other bullshit. 

Then, it’ll just be us.

The way I wanted it to be.

The way I know it never can be.

I toss my keys into a bowl on the hall table, nearly missing it because I can’t really see it. I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time. Seconds pass and I’m no closer to the top. The staircase looms above me. The faster I jog upward, the faster the steps seem to regenerate.

What the fuck is happening?

I place my hand on the railing, but I don’t feel the smooth wood grain along my palm. 

Instead, it’s submerged into a sticky, gel-like-liquid…like quicksand. I yank and pull, but it’s useless. My hand is stuck.

I use my other hand as leverage and slap it against the wall. But it slices through the sheetrock, which morphs into the same type of gummy substance. I blink hard at the stairs that seem to lead into the heavens, stairs I can’t even climb because I’m literally stuck to the wall. My heart thumps against my ribcage, blood rushing between my ears.

I can’t move. But maybe I can scream. If Shaye is upstairs, she’ll hear me and we’ll figure this out together. “Shaye!” My mind hears the scream, but my mouth is still closed tight. I try to force my lips apart, but they’re stuck. Just like my body.

“Nico!”

My ears perk up. She’s calling me! She is here! I try again. “Shaye!”

Nothing. Nothing but the shrieks that follow my name. And then…

“Help me, Nico!”

A loud crash follows, along with a sinister laugh.

I know that laugh. I’ve never heard it before, but I know it.

I yank my body left and right, trying to free my hands. Nothing.

“Help! Please!”

Bile rises in my throat. I need to break free. Now. All the preparation, all of the planning…none of it matters. This shit is happening now, and I finally need to reclaim my life. I tug and pull some more as her screams get louder and more desperate. I have to get upstairs now. I can’t see through walls, but my gut tells me exactly what I need to know…Shaye is in danger. It’s knowledge I’ve kept buried for years and unleashed without a solid plan for how 
I can protect her.

It may be too late…

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