Friday, June 22, 2018

That Man 6 by Nelle L'Amour




Title: That Man 6
Series: That Man #6
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 21, 2018



Blurb

Scorchin' hot Blake Burns and his tiger Jennifer are back in this sizzling sequel to Nelle L'Amour's USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series!

And things are hotter than ever when they fly to the Maldives to celebrate their tenth anniversary. What can go wrong, does go wrong. Beginning with a near-crash emergency landing.

Will they survive being alone on a deserted island? Without food, sex toys, or Wi-Fi in the middle of a monsoon? Be prepared to laugh, cry, and swoon as your favorite book boyfriend swoops into superhero mode—That Man!—and battles the life-threatening forces of nature to protect his tiger and save their marriage.

THAT MAN 6 can be read as a standalone, but it will be best enjoyed in conjunction with the previous books —THAT MAN TRILOGY and THAT MAN WEDDING STORY duet. Don’t miss out on this perfect Summer read!






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We got a little buzzed and when the lounge singer sang, “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” that was it for me. When I took her into my arms and danced with her, I knew it was more than lust. I was totally fucking in love with the feisty, green-eyed, chestnut-haired beauty from Idaho.
“Blake—” My tiger’s voice cuts into my memories.
“Yeah, baby?” I take out my earbuds.
“Do you want to take a walk?”
My gaze shifts in her direction. She looks ravishing. Her toned limbs luminescent in the moonlight, her dress gently blowing in the ocean breeze along with her up swept hair. I stare at her exquisite face, aglow in the campfire, her green eyes glittering like two stars that have fallen from the sky.
The first time ever I saw her face . . . Yes, I thought the sun rose in her eyes. And even before that I felt the earth move in my hand, the first time I ever kissed her mouth.
The song plays in my head. A sensation that I can’t put into words falls over me. It’s like a fire that’s burning from the inside out, consuming every atom of my being. A love so deep it hurts. I respond to her question.
“Baby, go get your iPod.”
Without questioning me, she pivots and heads toward her backpack. While she’s riffling for the device, I put out my cigar in the sand and search my library of songs. It doesn’t take me long to find it.
She returns to me quickly and sits down facing me.
“You want to just hang out and listen to music?”
“Give me your iPod.”
Again, without questions, she hands it over. I quickly program it. I wrap the band around her upper arm and then fasten mine around my bicep. I help her to her feet and draw her close to me.
“Dance with me, tiger,” I breathe against her neck, before putting the buds into our ears.
With love in her eyes, she gazes up at me. A faint smile, that’s more wistful than lustful, fixes on her kissable lips, as our song plays in her ears.
No more words.
I wrap my arms around her, clutching her gorgeous ass, while she loops hers around my neck and rests her head on my chest. Our bodies glued together. Heat to heat. Organ to organ. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Every sound and worry in the world blocked out, we slow dance to the song that changed our lives forever. The song we played at our third and final wedding. The one that sealed our love forever. Taking one small step at a time as we sway, our feet sink into the soft, warm sand.
Under the moon.
Under the stars.
The heavens.
Oneness.
Us.
If there’s such a thing as Paradise, this is it.





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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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His Hard Mountain Wood by Madison Faye




Title: His Hard Mountain Wood
Series: Blackthorn Mountain Men #5
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2018



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Outlaw, filthy biker, mechanic…single father.
For the roughest alpha on the mountain, it’s his way or the hard way. For one lucky lady, it’s about to be both.

Rough. Wild. Savage. I was a lot of things before I left the outlaw life behind. Blackthorn Mountain was a fresh start. No drama, no distractions. Nothing but me, my bike shop, and my little girl.

Nothing else, that is, until she comes blowing through my door like a firestorm I never saw coming.

Beautiful, innocent, and more tempting than she even knows. She’s got curves that beg for my rough, dirty hands, and a sass that gets my engine roaring.

I know a hardened ex-biker like me should stay the f*ck away from a bratty little city girl like Addison Hale. She’s too good, too off-limits. Too much my new employee. But then, an outlaw like me never was good at playing by the rules. One look into those big blue eyes, and I know there’s nothing in this world that would keep me from her.  

But the shadows from my past aren’t staying there. Gunning for me is one thing, but when they threaten Addison and my little girl Kyrie, there’ll be no stopping the beast I’ve kept locked up inside.

Sweet little Addison Hale is about to learn that up my mountain, I claim what’s mine, I keep what’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.

My demons almost buried me once. When they come after what’s mine, they’re gonna wish they had.


Over-the-top, alpha af, and sinfully filthy. As with my all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating and a HEA guaranteed.







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#1 bestselling contemporary romance author 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 bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

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Color Blind by Leigh Lennon




Title: Color Blind
Series: Fans of Football #1
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 22, 2018



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Liz
A bond. A connection. Our difference in color didn’t matter; we were made for each other. A love so strong nothing could come between us—until someone did. Faced with an ultimatum, I made the only decision I could but it was never about skin color, for me. Saying good-bye to him left me in pieces, never to be the same without him.
Now, many years later, I am face to face with the man no one could ever compare to. The feelings I’ve pushed aside for him threaten to boil over. I must fight them. I can’t go back. I need to protect my family, myself.

Israel
Here I am, face to face with the one that got away, the one that abandoned me, the one no other woman could measure up to. I still need to know why she left. Did she leave me for her family money? Was it my skin color? She left by choice, leaving me broken. I’ve never been the same without her.
But now that she’s in front of me, I can’t let her get away again. My slightest touch leaves her covered in goose bumps. Liz is using everything she has not to give in. I hope she will. I need her to be mine, to once again be my Buttercup.







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Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.


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Thursday, June 21, 2018

Monday Night Guy by Liz Lovelock




Title: Monday Night Guy
Series: My Guy Series #1
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: College Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018



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Parker Kent . . .

Deliciously good-looking

Basketball captain

Complete and utter jerk

I made a vow—a vow to steer clear of guys like Parker. But when he shows up every Monday night at my workplace, that vow is torn to shreds. As much as I’d like, to I can’t ignore a customer.

At some point, a friendship forms. It’s not what I expected; he’s not what I expected. Those walls I put up are being torn down piece by piece, allowing Parker into my heart. Am I setting myself up for disaster, or is my Monday-night guy just the antidote my wounded heart needs?







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Liz Lovelock is from bright sunny Queensland in Australia. She is the mother of three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and very much a lover of everything books and reading. Liz has always loved books and, from a very young age she began reading comic books and then in high school her passion grew. She was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment but, when that was done she continued to discover new books to fall in love with.

Liz always has a book she is currently enjoying and, a notebook beside her bed for in her hand bag for when inspiration hits at those crazy times. She is a stationary addict and will buy more notebooks and pens then what she needs. Her one click finger likes to go crazy as well.


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Eye Contact by Stacey Grice




Title: Eye Contact
Author: Stacey Grice
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018



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Dr. Andie Fine lives, eats, and breathes her job as a trauma surgeon. Another day, another surgery, another life saved. That is, until the night a certain car accident victim lands on her operating room table. The strange connection she feels with this particular patient impacts her in every way.

Vaughn Bennett is a brilliant artist whose life has been defined by a specific pair of eyes for over twenty-years. The only piece of a girl he could remember from an experience he could never forget. Countless sketches and thousands of hours trying to capture her likeness have haunted him. Waking up from a coma in a hospital room is not how he thought he’d finally find her. With one look, he knew.

Andie is a career-focused, medical professional.  Falling for a patient is out of the question, but Vaughn is determined to win her over. He elicits something in her that she’s never realized she was missing. No matter how hard she tries to fight it, he won’t stop until she’s his.

Until fate has a way of complicating things.







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Prologue
Vaughn
1995

It’s got to be at least ninety five degrees out here, I thought as the beads of sweat across my forehead started to become full enough to drip down my face. My mind raced as I walked home from school. Two miles or so in the hottest time of day was a small price to pay.
Ms. Hattie’s not going to be happy when Mr. Leake calls to tell her I was missing from his fifth period class. Screw him. He can call her if he wants. Whatever punishment she’ll dole out can’t possibly be as bad as dealing with Stephan and his punk friends.
They had been itching to pound my face in for days.
How was I supposed to know that bench in the courtyard was off limits?
When I was pushed in the hallway earlier, knocking my books out of my hands and scattering my folders and papers all over the halls for everyone to step on, I knew who had done it before even looking up. When the reflection of light gleaming off of the pocket knife peeking out caught my eye, I knew I was done for.
Of course they’d pick on me. I was the new kid and only in sixth grade. I hadn’t even been there for three weeks yet and already I’d found trouble.
I swear, I just can’t win.
I thought I’d finally gotten out of hell. I had known my previous foster parents were creepy. They never did anything but smack me, curse, yell, occasionally spit at me—the usual bullshit—but when I was taken away a few weeks ago and placed in Ms. Hattie’s care, I didn’t argue. I ended up overhearing that the husband had been caught “inappropriately touching” one of the girls or some such crap. What a slime ball. She was only like six years old.
Ms. Hattie seemed kind, and my new foster brother, though a little older than me, had been pretty cool so far. I should’ve told him about Stephan, but I didn’t want him to think I was a wuss. I should’ve just let the idiot cheat off my paper.
In woodshop the previous week, I’d noticed him trying to look over at my quiz paper for answers and quickly covered my sheet, shielding it from his view. After later learning that it was his second year in eighth grade after not passing the year before, I regretted trying him like that. He was bigger than me with a nasty face that always looked like he was gritting his teeth. Now he’d found a new weakling to pick on. A few days later, I got pushed and cussed at for talking to a cute cheerleader named Molly in my gym class. I learned I wasn’t allowed to talk to her when all three of them cornered me in the boy’s bathroom and threw my backpack into the urinal after one of them pissed in it.
Maybe I need to show him I’m not a pushover. Maybe I need to knock his ass out and prove I’m not one to get messed with, prove I can hold my own.
No. I need to just bide my time. Stay safe and don’t rock the boat. I have a lot to figure out in this new school and this new house before making waves.
This is definitely a nicer neighborhood than my last one, I thought as I looked around, admiring the Leave-It-To-Beaver style, a stark contrast with just the month before when I had to walk home from the bus stop in the ghetto while making sure I didn’t give the wrong look to the dealers on the corner as I passed them. In Ms. Hattie’s neighborhood, everyone had a nice yard and a garage for two cars.
I never even saw them, never heard a thing. One second I was looking forward and thanking my lucky stars for the pretty neighborhood then WHACK. It felt like a two-by-four had just been swung across my back. I fell to the ground, squirming and gasping to try to catch my breath, and a shadowed figure came into my vision, the glare from the sun up above making it impossible to see who it was. Then he spoke.
“I don’t know who you think you are, maggot, but you messed with the wrong guy.”
Stephan pulled me up off the ground by my shirt and spit in my face before the first punch struck my jaw. Almost immediately, I couldn’t see anything. Fists rained down onto my face, jaw, and nose, plowing into my stomach until I couldn’t stand up anymore. Then the kicks came, the voices of the two friends who followed him around like puppies taunting and egging him on in the background. I faintly heard laughing, felt more spit hit my cheek, and thought it was over, but then he topped it off with more pain by reaching down to grab my head with both of his hands and slamming it back down into the concrete.
Everything went black for a moment—I really didn’t know how long—and then I heard her. A girl was talking to me with a calm singsong voice, muddled and far away, but I could feel her touch like she was right there next to me.
“Don’t move anything. I saw them hitting you and they slammed your head down pretty hard,” she said with a breathy voice. I tried to get control of my breathing but couldn’t inhale without coughing, which made my head feel like it was going to explode.
“I called 911. They’re coming to help you. Do you live here? Close to here? What’s your name?”
I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. Everything was fading in and out and the room was swirling, but I wasn’t in a room­—I was outside. I couldn’t focus on anything.
“Look at me. Please try to open your eyes,” she pleaded.
I looked up and saw the prettiest girl I had ever seen hunched over me. Her wispy blonde hair was blowing around her face and her eyes were light…maybe some shade of blue, bluish with little specs of… I closed my eyes just for a second; the light was too bright.
“No, please keep your eyes open. You can’t pass out.”
I tried my hardest to keep them open, not wanting to disappoint her. She looked like a kid, maybe even younger than me. The harder I tried, the heavier my lids got, and things were fading to black again.
“Keep eye contact with me. Just keep looking right here,” she urged, bringing her face closer to mine. The sun was completely behind her head and I could see her better. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “Keep eye contact.” She lightly touched the side of my head, her fingers slightly in my hair to keep me still. “Keep looking. Keep eye contact. They’re almost here. I can hear the sirens.”
Her breath smelled like chocolate chip cookies and her skin was like a porcelain doll. She had to be an angel, which meant I was dying. Those jerks had beaten me to death—actual death. I’m going to be in so much trouble.
“Keep eye contact. That’s good. Just keep looking right at me.” Ms. Hattie was going to kill me if they hadn’t already. The sirens were loud and growing louder the closer they got. I tried to focus on her face. I watched her lips moving. “Keep eye contact. Keep eye contact.” She kept saying it over and over, almost like she was trying to remind herself as much as me. Her eyes were mesmerizing, even with as much pain as I was in. I was staring up at her, maintaining eye contact just as she instructed, then suddenly she was gone.
Where did she go?
I felt hands on me and heard male voices, grown-up voices, and then I heard her again. I couldn’t see her anymore but I could hear her.
“Three boys…hit him with a baseball bat…punched his face…kicked him over and over…ran away…bleeding…passed out…tried to keep him awake…I don’t know his name…”
It’s Vaughn.
My name is Vaughn.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to know her name too, but the words wouldn’t come out. The men put a mask on my face, covering my mouth and nose, and rolled my body onto my right side, the sharp pain in my ribs igniting a fire in my chest. They rolled me back over onto some sort of board, and then they lifted me up and carried me away…away from her, away from my angel.





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Stacey Grice writes contemporary romance novels that will surely take you on an emotional roller coaster. Known for her dynamic characters, you’ll get a tale that’s raw and unapologetic. There will most always be angst mixed with sweet, humor balanced with grit, and a whole lot of REAL. She likes to take each reader on a journey of courtship with challenges, triumph, inspiration, and a few laughs as well.

She lives in Northeast Florida her husband and daughter and works full time as a Labor and Delivery nurse. When she’s not nursing and/or crafting stories, she can be found spending time with friends and family, people watching, enjoying great food, and reading or relaxing at her happy place—the beach.

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