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Release Blitz for Bad Reputation by Callie Blake.





Title: Bad Reputation
Author: Callie Blake
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 23, 2017





Blurb


He's everything a good girl knows to avoid...

So why is it that she can't resist?

Hollywood has never
interested Peyton Greene.

As her socialite
cousin's unofficial caretaker, she's seen the ins and outs of the industry. The
sleaziness, the backstabbing – the constant parade of womanizing assholes who
break her cousin's heart every week.

They're all bad
news, and as far as she can tell, Connor Schaffer is no different.

He's six feet and
two inches of cocky, smirking asshole – the panty-dropping king of one-night
stands, and everything Peyton hates. But when Connor signs a unique contract
with her uncle, Peyton finds their lives suddenly entwined on a daily
basis. 

And despite their
nonstop, claws out fighting, she finds herself suddenly tangled in his sheets.

Their spark was
unpredictable, the sex unbelievable, and just like that, Peyton’s world is
turned upside down. For the first time in her life, she’s discovering hot lust,
real pleasure and everything she swore was strictly not for her.

Long story short,
Hollywood’s got this good girl screwed.

***Bad Reputation is a full-length standalone with no
cheating and a HEA***





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Callie Blake is a new author, a romance addict
and a connoisseur of trashy reality TV. She's big on dessert for dinner
and over-the-top Lifetime Originals. She currently lives in New York with
her husband and two dogs. Follow her on Twitter at @calliebbooks.



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Release Blitz for The Vault: Volume One.





Title: The Vault: Volume One

A Sinfully Sexy Collection
Authors: Various
Genre: Romance Anthology
Release Date: October 17, 2017





Blurb

Alpha males. Dirty talkers. Bad boys. Bikers. Detectives. Mobsters. Dominant. Billionaires. Irresistible men next door. Whatever kind of man makes your pulse pound and panties wet, he’s waiting inside.



This collection of twenty-two new romance novellas is sure to heat up your days and steam up your nights.



When you venture inside The Vault, you never know what you'll find. Come inside ... if you dare.



Sweet. 
Devilish. 
Dangerous. 
Romantic. 
Raw. 
Funny. 
Dark. 
Powerful. 
Unforgettable.



See what awaits you inside The Vault.










Titles




A.D. Justice - Warning

A.M. Hargrove - For The Love of My Sexy Geek

Aleatha Romig - Unconventional

C.A. Harms - Raw

Gina Whitney - Stilettos and Broken Bottles

Hilary Storm - Ridin’ Dirty

Kate Benson - Redemption
Katherine Rhodes - Innuendo

Kathy Coopmans - Parole

Katie Ashley - The Plan

Liv Morris - Sweet Seconds

M.C. Cerny - Declan's Demand

M. Stratton - In His Arms

Michelle Dare - Uncuffed

MJ Fields - Terzetto

Nina Levine - Risk

S. Moose - Adjusting the Deal

S.D. Hildreth - Mister Prick

T.K. Leigh - Inferno

Terri E. Laine - Honey

Tia Louise - Sundown

Toni Aleo - Not The One






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Release Blitz for Missing From Me by Jayne Frost






Title: Missing From Me
Series: Sixth Street Bands #3
Author: Jayne Frost
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 23, 2017





Blurb


SEAN

Four years ago I made an unforgivable mistake. And Anna was
the price. I thought I’d forget her. Thought I’d move on. But who was I
kidding? No amount of drumming could drown out my love for her.

When I see here again, backstage after one of our shows,
it's clear: Anna's mine. She’ll always be mine. 

One mistake. Four years of regret. Is there such thing as a
second chance?

ANNA

When Sean Hudson walked out of my life, he shattered me.
Broke me in untold ways. And when I saw him again, I did the only thing I
could: I ran. 

Sean is the past. And I can't survive his brand of hurt ever
again. 









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Chapter One


4 YEARS AGO



Sean




The front door slammed,
shaking the walls in our small apartment. I snuggled closer to Anna’s side and buried my face in her hair.
Logan’s agitated voice
cut through the fog of near sleep.
“Dude, wake up!”
Whatever mess my best
friend had gotten himself into, he’d have to solve it on his own. This was one
of Anna’s rare mornings off, and since we’d had the apartment to ourselves, we’d
stayed up late, listening to the rain and having lazy sex until we’d passed
out.
Smiling at the thought
of a repeat, I grumbled in Logan’s general direction, “Go away. I don’t have
any condoms. Carry your ass to the store like a normal person and leave us
alone.”
His footsteps echoed in
the tiny room, and then he was beside me, his long fingers digging into my
shoulder as he gave me a hard shake. “I’m serious. Get up.” 
Not
happening.
A frustrated groan
escaped my lips when Anna twisted in my arms. She propped herself up on
one elbow, wiping the sleep from her
eyes. “What do you need, Lo?”
A
swift kick in the ass.
Rolling onto my back, I
smothered my face with the pillow, hoping he’d get the hint. Of course, he didn’t. 
Cursing under his
breath, Logan rooted around under the comforter. 
“Hey!” I snarled,
tossing the pillow at him. “Whatever you’re looking for, I don’t have it.” 
Running an agitated hand
through his blond hair, Logan glared at me. 
“Where’s your remote?”
Anxiety laced his tone when I didn’t answer right away. “For the TV,
douchebag—where’s the remote?” 
Anna fumbled around on
the nightstand and then handed him the clunky device. “What’s wrong with the TV
in your room?”
Logan walked to the end
of the bed and took a seat.
Anna sat up,
scowling. “Make it quick.” She slumped against the headboard, glaring at
the back of Logan’s head. “Seriously, Lo, hurry up. I have to pee.” 
Logan ignored her, all
his attention focused on the screen as he flipped through the channels. His
shoulders sagged when he reached CNN. 
Cable News? Now he had
my attention. The only things Logan ever watched were MTV, VH1, or the Cartoon Network. 
I popped up to see what
was so important, but something told me I didn’t want to know. “What’s going
on?”
“Quiet,” Logan
whispered.
Buttoning my lip, I
reluctantly focused on the screen where a stone-faced commentator stood in a
field, fat droplets of rain pelting her microphone. 
“…live footage from the scene of the tragic
accident outside of Fredericksburg, Texas this morning where two members of the
super-group Damaged lost their lives in a fiery crash. At this point, we’re
unable to confirm the identities of the deceased. Damaged, arguably the hottest
band in the country, just completed a series of shows in the Southwest and...”
The camera panned out
for a wide-angle shot. Wisps of smoke rose from the wreckage, dissolving into
the gray morning sky. 
A gasp from Anna. “Oh my
God.” 
She crumbled against me,
her small hand curving around my waist as she buried her face in my chest.
Unable to make sense of what I was seeing, I stroked her hair with numb
fingers. 
After a few moments of
stunned silence, Logan jumped to his feet. “What the fuck is she smiling
about?”
Confused, I blinked at
him. “Who?” 
“The fucking reporter.”
He pointed at the TV with a shaky hand. “What the hell is she grinning for?”
I shifted my gaze back
to the screen, and sure as shit, the reporter was smiling. Just a slight upturn
of her glossy lips. 
I tightened my grip on
my girl. “It’s her job, man. She doesn’t...” Emotion clogged my throat, and I
struggled for breath. For words. “She doesn’t know them.”
But then, neither did we.
Not really. Damaged hailed from Austin, our hometown. And over the last five
years, as their star ascended, our paths had crossed on occasion.
Our band, Caged, was one
of the many groups on Sixth Street that loosely followed the Damaged blueprint.
Since high school, we’d been playing the same bars where Damaged got their
start, hoping a little of their magic would rub off.
The news report abruptly
cut to KVUE, the local ABC affiliate. Terri Gruca, the nighttime anchor, sat
stoically behind the half-lit desk, her co-anchor nowhere in sight. 
“Thank you, Sandy.”
Terri blinked into the camera. “We’ve just got word at the studio that Rhenn
Grayson, lead singer for the Grammy winning band Damaged, and Paige Dawson,
lead guitarist, were pronounced dead at the scene of the accident on Highway
290 this morning.” She looked down at the copy wobbling in her shaking hand. “Rhenn’s
wife, singer Tori Grayson, and drummer, Miles Cooper, were airlifted to
Brackenridge Hospital via Care Flight. According to band manager, Taryn Ayers,
Mrs. Grayson and Mr. Cooper are both in
critical condition. The bus driver was also pronounced dead at the crash site.”
Still photos of Rhenn and Paige appeared
on a split screen in the background behind Terri’s head. “Our prayers go out to
the families. After a brief commercial break, we’ll cut to the CNN studio for
further updates on this tragedy and a look back at the lives of these two
gifted musicians.”
My head pounded as a
commercial for toaster strudel flickered across the screen. Smiling faces and
cheery voices, touting the virtue of strawberry jam tucked inside a fluffy
pastry shell. Somewhere, people were probably eating that shit. 
But not Rhenn or
Paige. 
“They were twenty-four
years old,” Logan murmured.
As he turned to face me,
questions clouded his arctic blue eyes. The same questions I’d seen every day
since the first time we met. About death, and why it visited some while leaving
others alone. Death was what brought Logan and me together, after all. Our
shared bond. Two kids whose mothers would never sit at the long table in Mrs.
Varner’s classroom handing out cookies. Because our mothers had “passed.” 
That’s the polite term
people used when someone died. The same folks made sure to tell you they were “sorry
for your loss.” 
Which I always found
funny, since my mother wasn’t lost. She was dead. 
Rhenn’s voice boomed
from the speaker on the worn-out TV. Smiling his most iconic smile, he stood
back to back with Paige as he crooned the band’s latest hit.
I leaned forward to
drink it all in. Because that’s all that was left now, bits of light and shadow
caught on tape.
Slithering from my loose
hold, Anna stumbled to her feet. “I’ve got to pee.” 
Before she got away, I
swung my legs over the side of the bed and then slipped my arms around her
waist to pull her between my knees.
Resting my forehead
against her chest, I breathed deeply, her peach scent soothing me like a balm. “I
love you, Anna-baby.” 
She sifted her fingers
through my hair until I stopped shaking, and then kissed the top of my head. “Love
you too.” 
Reluctantly, I let her
go, and she retreated into the tiny bathroom. Through the paper-thin walls, I
heard her crying softly. 
When she returned, her
face splotchy and her eyes glistening with leftover tears, I gave her a soft
smile and lifted the covers so she could crawl in beside me. 
An hour later and we
still hadn’t moved, like if we stayed here, it wouldn’t be real.
But it was. 






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Jayne
Frost, author of the Sixth Street Bands Romance Series, grew up in California
with a dream of moving to Seattle to become a rock star. When the grunge thing
didn’t work out (she never even made it to the Washington border) Jayne set her
sights on Austin, Texas. After quickly becoming immersed in the Sixth Street
Music scene…and discovering she couldn’t actually sing, Jayne decided to do the
next best thing—write kick ass romances about hot rockstars and the women that
steal their hearts. 

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Release Blitz for Paying the Debt by Madison Faye





Title: Paying the Debt
Series: Innocence Claimed Series
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 23, 2017





Blurb


She’s mine to keep, mine to hold. Mine to train, and
mine to own.




Some people call me a demon – a bad bad man who does very bad
things. They’re not wrong.



But that’s before she falls into my life – the too pure, too
innocent, to untouched Skye Jensen.



She’s too good for a filthy mafia king like me, but that won’t stop me. I’ve
been watching her for longer than she knows, and my interest has turned
to obsession. I’m consumed with the pure need to take her, to
claim her, and to make her mine and only mine.



The piece of shit who put her up as collateral at a card game he couldn’t win
never deserved her anyways. And now she’s mine.



All
 of her.



I’ll be a ruthless monster to the rest of the world, but never to her.



I’ll worship every inch of her, and show her things she’s never even dreamed
of. I’ll fight the whole damn world to keep her safe.



Because what’s mine is mine.



Forever.

Dominant, utterly obsessed alpha hero? Check. So
sugary-sweet your teeth will hurt? Also check! Smoking’ insta-love cranked up
to the absolute max? Check and check! If you love it quick and dirty and
oh-so-hot-and-sweet, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!






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Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome,
very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife,
mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and
raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!



Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
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Cover Reveal for Muse by Nina Auril.






Title: Muse
Author: Nina Auril
Genre: New Adult

Cover Design: PopKitty Designs
Release Date: November 17, 2017





Blurb


The Artist



Things I should have
done:

Kept my dick in my pants.

Stayed away from my adorable little roommate.

Kept my mouth and hands, off of said roommate.

Concentrate on my upcoming exhibition and prove my parents wrong.

That’s what I SHOULD have done, but now everything is a mess and the thing I
thought I wanted most in the world has been replaced by an adorable little
brunette who refuses to even speak to me.

The Muse



Things I should not
have done:

Get distracted from my goals.

Get close to my cocky roommate and his sexy smirk.

Let his mouth and his hands anywhere near me.

Be seduced from the kind of life I always wanted; quiet, ordered and
alone.

That’s what I should NOT have done, but now everything is a mess and the things
I thought I wanted most in life has been replaced by a cocky boy who shattered
my heart beyond repair.
 






Excerpt

“What about this one?” I tap on the neatly typed out notice stuck to the board.
“Urgent! Roommate needed to share utilities and rent,” he starts reading the notice. “The ideal candidate will be a consensus, quiet, and tidy individual who is serious about their studies. One month’s rent and deposit must be available immediately.” He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you serious? This sounds nothing like you. What does con.. conshen.. consensus even mean?”
“Conscientious, you idiot. It’s just another word for serious. Which is exactly what I need to be. Besides, none of the other numbers I called would even give me the time of day once they heard my name and the only other one I haven’t tried is the one looking for an ‘open-minded male who is not allergic to latex.’”
I dial the number listed on the notice and shoot up a quick prayer to whatever is listening that this person doesn’t have a social media account and has never heard the name Coyer Brant.
“Hello? This is Abby. ” Great, it’s a girl. I was hoping for a dude.   
“Hey, Abby. I’m calling about the room for rent. Is it still available?” I pinch my thumb inside my fist as I wait for her answer. There’s a crashing sound in the background and a mumbled sound that sounds a lot like ‘oh shizzle’ before her voice comes back into the speaker.
“YES!” I’m a little taken aback by her loud reply and consider my chances with latex. “I mean, yes. Who is this, please?”
“This is Brant.”
“Brant? Um…” I sigh and prepare myself for the phone to go dead in my ear. “Do you have money for the rent and deposit?” I fist pump the air. Things are looking up. She doesn’t seem to recognize my name and she is obviously desperate for the money if that’s her first question. With a little more luck I’ll be able to convince this girl I’m both conscientious AND studious and my ass will have a bed to sleep in before the week is over.
“Yes, I have it.”
“Are you weird?”
“Excuse me?” I wasn’t expecting that question.
“Are you weird? Do you have any strange fetishes and/or a creepy fascination with red jell-o? Do you need to keep your underwear in the fridge or have a collection of dead rat’s tails? Do you have anything against windows or enjoy the taste of blood?”
What the fuck?
“Er,” I rub the back of my head and try and think of a reply. Would these things count for or against me?
“It’s just that I have had some weird calls about the ad and I would very much like to finish my degree with both kidneys intact.”
“Oh!” Thank God. “Yes. I mean no. I happen to very much like windows and jell-o, but to a completely normal degree. I can’t stand the sight of blood and my underwear is kept in my drawers.” I let out a small laugh. That last bit was punny.
“When can you come and see the room?” She doesn’t seem to be impressed with my joke at all.
“Whenever.”
“I have class in an hour. Can you come now?”
After I agree she rattles off an address that’s just off campus and I head over.

It’s a great looking place. A big well-kept Victorian looking place surrounded by trees. And most importantly – away from all the fraternities and parties. The fewer temptations I come in contact with, the better. I press my thumb to the intercom and wait for Abby to answer. There’s no answer. I’m beginning to think I have the wrong address and look down at my phone to find the address I typed in earlier. Yes, it’s right. I press the buzzer again, this time I hold it in for longer than is probably necessary.
“Hello?”
“Hi it’s Brant.”
“OK, come on up. Third floor on the right.” There’s a buzzing noise and then the door springs open. I take the steps two at a time. I turn right and knock on the door.
The door opens but not all the way and a set of eyes peek out to inspect me from head to toe.
“Can I see your student ID?”
I frown at the set of eyes still peeking from the crack in the door. Am I dealing with a paranoid agoraphobic here? But I straighten my face and reach for my wallet to show her my ID.
“It says your name is Coyer?”
“It’s Coyer Brant Alexander-Marshall III. Brant just sounds better.”
The door is ripped open and I’m met with an incredulous face wrapped in a halo of loose brown curls.
“You thought Brant sounded better?!” The incredulous face now has her lip curled up in confusion, but all I can think of are all my good intentions. And how they just crashed and burned.





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A new secret author duo team up under the pseudonym, Nina
Auril. They bonded over their love for ‘maybe’ bad boys, offbeat and colorful
females, and a desperate need to stand out from a crowd. Having spent so much
time with each other, they finally decided to collaborate and create something
amazing to write the kind of stories they want to read.  Nina Auril can’t
be categorized, and will surprise you at every turn but promise to get your
lady bits tingling every time.


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Paranormal Romance blazes hot in Magic & Alphas.

Paranormal Romance blazes hot in Magic & Alphas. And it became even sexier… More dangerous… Scandalous.  These 8 full-length, firs...