Tuesday, October 31, 2017

American King by Sierra Simone is AVAILABLE NOW!

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"Enthralling and drop dead gasp-worthy."


- CD Reiss, New York Times Bestselling Author




American King, the stunning conclusion to The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone is LIVE!!


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They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.

I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.

And I will survive this.

Long live the king.

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Release Blitz for Blocked by L.P. Dover.






Title: Blocked
A Breakaway Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Sports Romance

Publisher: Random House/Loveswept
Release Date: October 31, 2017




Blurb


He’s got every reason to be cocky . . . until a female
cuts him down to size.




I’m Dallas Easton, the best goaltender in the league. I make a damn good living
playing hockey, and with women falling at my feet wherever I go, why not enjoy
it? I get whatever I want, whenever I want—that is, until I come across the one
player who gets the best of me on the ice.



When I try to pummel the dude, all hell breaks loose. Imagine my surprise when
the helmet comes off to reveal a woman underneath. And not just any woman, but
the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Callie Davis is the complete opposite of the
puck bunnies I usually go for, a good girl with sick moves and a selfless
streak a mile wide. I need to make amends, but she dodges me at every turn. It
doesn’t help that Callie’s brother hates my guts, or that my agent thinks she’s
bad for my career.



But I could care less what they think. I can’t let our little run-in on the ice
be the end of our story. Because when I set my sights on something, I won’t
rest until I score.






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Heart pounding, I
stared him down, waiting for him to take the shot. The second he drew back his
stick, I got into position, only for him to hit me right between the eyes with
his glove. For a split second I lost my focus, and he slapped the puck right between
my legs.

“Motherfucker,” I
growled, glaring down at the glove on the ice and the puck in the goal. The
worthless cunt actually had the audacity to throw his glove at my face. Kellan
burst out laughing and the whole rink echoed as they cheered at my expense. Red
just fucked up big time. 




The others tried
their luck to no avail, and then Red was back at it. I waited for him to throw
the other glove, but instead, he turned and sprayed ice right up into my face,
his body colliding with mine. During our fall, he hit the puck right into the
goal. Rage coursed through my veins and all I could see was red . . .
literally. Getting up quickly, he started back toward the others and I slid out
my stick, hooking it around his ankle. I jerked him back and he fell. If he
wanted to play dirty, I’d show him how dirty I could be. He tried to get up,
but I pushed him back down, tossing my mask and gloves onto the ice. The others
shouted and skated toward us, but I wasn’t letting Red get away with making me
out to be a fool. 




“Think you’re hot
shit now, huh?” I spat, grabbing him by the jersey. He was smaller than me, so
it wasn’t hard to flip him over and rip off his mask. Blinded by rage, I pulled
my fist back, only to stop cold in my tracks. I stared at the face behind the
mask, completely transfixed.




The person lying on
the ice wasn’t Justin’s brother. It was a woman, and not just any woman. She
was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Before any words could escape my
lips, Justin tackled me to the ice and my breath whooshed out of my lungs as we
slid to the wall. 




“What the fuck is
your problem? That’s my sister,” he shouted angrily. Eyes darkening, he slammed
my shoulders against the wall. 




Catching my breath,
I looked up at him and held up my hands. “I didn’t know it was a female. I
wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known.” Under most circumstances, I’d have
punched him and been done, but I felt like a tool. 




His nostrils flared.
“You’re such a prick.” 




“Justin,” his sister
called out. We both looked over at her as Kellan and the other two guys helped
her up. They all stared daggers at me, including her. “Let’s go.” 




Justin pushed off of
me and skated over to her. I got one last look at her angelic face and emerald
green eyes before she turned around and disappeared off the ice. 






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New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author L. P. Dover
 is a
southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful
girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics,
enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

She loves to write,
but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water
rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert
each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.

Dover has written
countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series,
the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters
series, the Society X series, the Circle of Justice series, and her standalone
novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is
romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it
would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.




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Release Blitz for DARKEST TEMPTATION.

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Darkest Temptation, anall-new standalone in The Dark Ones Saga from New York Times Bestseller Rachel Van Dyken is LIVE!

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Darkest Temptation by Rachel Van Dyken

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publishing Date: October 31st, 2017


I'm a werewolf King who chose to step down out of grief for my mate.
For centuries I've been alone, choosing to live a life of modesty despite the wealth surrounding me.
I deserve to be punished.
I crave things I have no business craving.
And it is manifesting itself in a way I'm terrified I won't be able to control any longer.
Especially since she arrived.
Vampire. Orphan. Beaten beyond recognition.
My blood calls to her in a way that makes no sense.
I'm a wolf.
She's a vampire.
The two don't mate.
They barely tolerate one another.
All it takes is one slip of control on my part — one taste.
And I doom us all.
Then again, I never knew what is lurking inside has the power to balance good and evil.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Release Blitz for AMERICAN KING.

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"Enthralling and drop dead gasp-worthy."

- CD Reiss, New York Times Bestselling Author


American King, the stunning conclusion to The New Camelot Trilogy by Sierra Simone is LIVE!!

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They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I’ve never been closer to tragedy than I am now.
I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president.
And I will survive this.
Long live the king.
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Release Blitz for Spirited Away by Mary Billiter





Title: Spirited Away

A Resort Romances Novel
Author: Mary Billiter
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

 Release Date: October 31, 2017





Blurb


What happens
when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun
novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop
and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime
of passion behind it all.

When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy
State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From
the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings
of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general
manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted.

But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the
hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding
his demise.

Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to
rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover
long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things
better left with the dead?








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Mary Billiter is a weekly newspaper columnist and fiction
author. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.”

Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald
husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway
dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild,
romantic, beautiful Wyoming.




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Release Blitz for By the Fates, Fulfilled by Patricia D. Eddy.





Title: By the Fates, Fulfilled

Series: By the Fates #4
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense

 Release Date: October 31, 2017





Blurb


I spend my days hiding. Spelled behind a mask. Waiting. Hoping.

While in the dungeon, Raven suffers alone. Chained and tortured, waiting for
Ealasaid to rescue him. To fulfill her destiny and save the world.

Then a man I thought long dead breaks through my defenses.

He knows who I am. He's seen my true face. Will he expose my secret?

Or is he the one who will finally set me free?







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Chapter One

The lone
figure shuddered under the thick wool blanket, and I released my breath. Alive.
At least for tonight.
The knot I’d carried in my chest for the past few
hours loosened as I approached his cell. Not entirely, of course. The tether
that bound me to the witch forced me to sense her constant fear. Only when she
slept did I find any relief—and of late, she’d slept little. Perhaps once I
cast the spell back in my chamber, I’d earn a few hours of peace.
Peace?
You’re trapped as much as this man is.
I cursed under my breath. The long days
suffocating under the weight of my secret were taking their toll. I longed to
breathe free air, but until we found a way to escape Eideard’s spells, I had to
maintain my disguise lest the emaciated and broken man in the cell before me
gained a companion. The dungeon walls pressed in on me. Most of the room was
underground, keeping the temperature near freezing. Only the top few feet of the
room peeked above the ground, a tiny window high on the wall providing a
torturous glimpse of freedom so far from our reach.
Tufts of
matted black hair stuck up from the prisoner’s cocoon. A thick chain rattled as
he shivered. Why Eideard insisted on the manacle—running from the man’s ankle
to a hasp low on the wall—I could not fathom. The binding spell, the
starvation, and the beatings ensured he’d never escape. Not without some sort
of miracle.
“Delphine?
You’re relieved.”
The deep
voice startled me. I nearly dropped the cup of water and the bowl of porridge I
carried on a well-worn tray. The scents of cedar and fresh rain announced his
presence behind me and I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, not wanting
to see him as he was now. After a breath, I found my voice.
“Shortly.
I’ve brought the prisoner’s meal. You’ve time for a mug of kahve if you wish.”
I turned, biting my lower lip to quell the tremble. Before…the human and
I had been close, or we’d tried to be. I’d always found Conall to be a kind and
interesting man—one I wanted to know better. Now, victim to the last remaining snáthaid,
a stranger stood before me.
We hadn’t
known what the snáthaid could do. How if left in a person’s body, it
would burrow deeper, the magic eating away at the soul until only an empty
shell remained, ready to be molded like clay. King Conall had died more than
six months ago, and Eideard—along with his personal mage, Brandanna—had
sculpted him into Lachlan, a low-level guard loyal to Clan Kendrick. After the
witch’s escape, Eideard assigned Lachlan to the night watch to torture the lone
prisoner even further.
 “I…” He glanced towards the stone steps that
led out of the underground dungeon. “I do not like kahve.”
“You had a
mug with you last week.” My fingers started to itch and the dull throbs of a
headache bloomed behind my eyes. I couldn’t hold onto my spell much
longer—another half an hour at most. “No matter. Take this morning’s tray back
to the kitchens. Eideard may not care if the prisoner sleeps in rat shite, but
I refuse to spend my days watching the disgusting things crawl all over him.”
I opened
the cell and then gestured to the untouched meal. “Go on.” Even in my lowly
position—barely a member of the Guarda, more of a glorified kitchen wench—I
outranked Lachlan. Everyone did. From the king to the lowest foot soldier. At
least he had no memory of his former station. Small blessings, I supposed.
Uncertainty
pinched his dark brows, but he wouldn’t ignore a direct order. As he rose, his
hands shook, and his gaze pleaded with me before he turned on his heel and
trudged up the steps.
I couldn’t
spare the time to wonder why he feared leaving the dungeon. Moving quickly, I
dropped to one knee and pulled the blanket away from the warlock’s face. He
cringed and shrank further into the corner. “N-no.”
“Shh. It’s
only me.” I rested my palm on his chest, each rib sharp under his thin shirt.
“You must eat.”
“Let m-me
d-die.” His eyes fluttered closed. Blue veins contrasted starkly against skin
that hadn’t seen the sun in months. With more speed than I thought him capable
of, he lunged for the athame at my waist. Cursing, I leapt back.
“You are
not worth the wrath I would earn if you died, warlock.” I spat at his bare
feet, drew my athame, and pressed the blade to his throat in case Lachlan came
back. Unable to hold his head up, the warlock sagged forward as hoarse sobs
wracked his body. I should never have let him go this long without the respite
from the Mists. I knew better, but the witch had been so insistent. “You will
stay alive for as long as the king wishes. This I promise you.”
“Please…”
The anguish
in his voice threatened my tenuous control.
I glanced over my shoulder. We were still alone. I let my spell slip
away for a moment, and rather than a middle-aged, stout devil woman with no
hair, yellow teeth, and a thick middle, I stood before the prisoner in my true
form. Tall, with silver hair past my shoulders, and barely enough bulk to hold
my corset up, my familiar face rallied him, though only slightly.
“I can give
you peace, for a day or two. But only if you eat.” Thankful Lachlan was taking
his time, I slid the athame into its holster and grabbed the prisoner’s arms so
I could gently lower him to the floor. My whispered words only seemed to drive
him further into despair. “As long as she lives, she will never stop
searching. She’ll find a way.”
“Or
die…trying.” As the man slumped against the wall, his dark lashes glistened
with spilled tears in the torchlight, and I swore under my breath as I noted
how sunken his cheeks had become. “Help me…protect her. Kill me.”
Six
hopeless months ago, I’d made my vow. How much longer could I stand to watch
him suffer? “You are the only reason she lives.” I cupped his chin and forced
his head up. “The full moon will be here soon. I’ll be able to get a message to
her then. Eat, so I can give you respite.”
I pressed a
spoonful of porridge against his lips and thanked the Fates when he accepted
the offering. As he ate, I told him how angry the corrupt king had been the
last time a contingent of his men had come close to finding Ealasaid but had
been cut down by the witch’s power. Eideard had punched one of the stone walls
so hard, he’d broken four bones in his hand. “The idiot forgot he’d sent
Brandanna to Lobhdain the previous night. He had to suffer with those shattered
bones for a full day.”
Angry
shouts echoed from the main floor, but I ignored them in favor of holding the
cup of water to his lips. “You will not last long in the Mists this time. You must
eat more.”
The sound
that escaped his throat confused me until I saw his chest shake. Laughter? “You
try…that shite. Eideard…has them put lye in it.”
“Fates be
damned.” I raised the bowl to my nose, sniffed, and fought not to retch. It had
never occurred to me that the king would sink that low. “When next you see me,
I’ll have a better meal for you.”
As I
wrapped the blankets around him, he forced his eyes open. “Thank you.”
With my
hand on his cheek, I cast the spell that would send him into a type of
hibernation. Nightmares plagued him there, in a realm created by ancient magic,
but at least the cocoon of the Mists spared his body the pain of so many hours
trapped in a frigid cell with an icy chain around his ankle.
With a
final moan, he succumbed to the tug of the devil magic, and the lines around
his eyes and lips relaxed. The magic drained me further, and I shivered. “On my
life, I will find a way to free you. Sleep now, Raven, and try to dream of
Ealasaid.”
***
My fingers
shook as I shut the cell door, and my vision wavered as I reclaimed my
disguise.
“Delphine?”
Lachlan’s
voice startled me, and I almost lost hold of the spell. I wrestled for control
and cleared my throat twice before I risked speech.
“Aye. I’ve
sent the warlock into the Mists for the night. He’s all yours.” I brushed past
Lachlan, but the scent of blood caught my attention. With my foot on the first
stair, I cast a brief glance at the former king. He held a crimson-stained
handkerchief to his swollen lip. “What happened?”
“I
tripped.” He shrugged, winced, and spat into the cotton square. “The prisoner
ate?”
Tripped, my
arse. Lachlan braced himself against the wall, his breath stuttered at the end
of his inhalation, and his left eye bore a reddish tinge that would likely turn
black and blue by the end of his shift.
“Sit.” I
offered him a clean handkerchief. When he waved me off, I gave him my best
glare. “If you bleed all over your uniform, you’ll earn more of the captain’s
ire. And you certainly don’t want to pass out during your watch.”
He didn’t
so much sit as collapse into the metal chair.
The occasional hiss escaped his lips as I staunched the blood and passed
a quick cooling spell over his swollen cheek, his jaw, and his ribs. “Nothing
broken?” My magic faltered as I met Lachlan’s gaze, and I struggled not to show
him my true form.
He frowned,
shifted to one side, then back again. “No. Not this time.” His last words
almost disappeared into his hands as he scrubbed his face. “Leave me. Please.”
Regret
twisted like a knife deep into my gut as he struggled to straighten his
shoulders. If I thought I could maintain my spell any longer, I’d offer to stay
with him, but my skin had already started to crawl with the sensation of a
thousand spiders. With the moon full, the mage would be gone, renewing the
spells that surrounded the castle. If I could break into her rooms, perhaps I
could find a way to escape the dampening field that kept me—and Raven—trapped
here.
“I’ll
relieve you a bit early tomorrow. Good night, Lachlan.”
Halfway up
the stairs, his words followed me. “That’s not my name.”
I almost
rushed back to him, hoping I’d find some part of the former king. But he’d
relieved me every day for the past month and I’d never seen a single spark of
recognition. I couldn’t risk the time or the danger. No. King Conall was dead.
Killed by the snáthaid six long months ago. No amount of wishing could
change that.
“Be well,
my friend,” I whispered as I pushed through the scarred wooden door that sealed
the dungeon off from the rest of the castle. “As well as you can be.”


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Synopsis

Ford Kelly and Elise Riley met and fell in love four years ago.

Ford knows exactly what he wants, and that is Elise. Everything else was easy or so he thought.

Elise's world revolves around Ford and their future. She refuses to look anywhere but forward until both of their pasts are brought front and center.

Can a couple make it through anything? Sickness and health? Rich or poor?

And do they both want to?

Their world starts to unramble just when they thought they had it all figured out.

They promised forever but did they mean it?

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I currently reside outside of Austin, Texas. I'm a mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical field but would rather be spending my time writing! I love to spend my free time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to write at the instinct of "hey maybe I can do that!" and haven't stopped since. I have enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living!


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Release Blitz for Let Her Go by Briana Pacheco






Title: Let Her Go
Author: Briana Pacheco
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2017



Blurb

Zoë Whitmore is in love with her best friend, but haunting
memories and a guilty conscious have been holding her back from letting her be
with him.



Owen Stevenson is unknowingly paying for the sins of his father. He doesn't
understand why Zoë can't look at him for more than a few seconds or why his
touch is unsettling at times. All he's ever wanted was to love her, to protect
her, and to be hers, but it's not so easy.



She pushes, he pulls.

She hurts, he loves.



Both are holding onto ghosts of their pasts and in order for them to peruse a
relationship they'll have to let them go.













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dreamer, a tattoo lover, easily swooned by accents, and a little bit of an
extrovert but a whole lot of introvert. When she’s not reading, writing or
people watching, she can be found listening to music, perfecting resting bitch
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