Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Out of Series by RC Boldt

Title: Out of Love
Series: Out of #1
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance

Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Release Date: December 6, 2016


She was a battle he wasn't prepared for.

I have my limits. Rules. No attachments allowed because I don’t “do”
love. But with her smart mouth and quick witted banter, Noelle Davis, my office
manager begins to creep past my defenses.

Swearing off men after escaping a toxic relationship, I’m grateful for
a fresh start—new job included. Of course, my job isn’t tranquil and calm,
because my boss is the most infuriating man on the planet.

The same man who makes me want to reconsider my self-imposed embargo of

The man who makes me want…more.

But more isn’t
always possible when you're
Out of Love.

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Title: Out of the Ashes
Series: Out of #2
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance

Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Release Date: May 9, 2017


She wouldn't let him give up the fight.

Phoenix /fēniks/: (in classical mythology) a unique bird
inhabiting the Arabian Desert that burned itself on a funeral pyre before
rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.

Despite my efforts to save them, my team is killed before my
very eyes, and I’m captured and subjected to merciless torture—losing virtually
every piece of my identity but my pulse.
After my rescue, I’m saddled with facing the daunting task
of healing my physical scars as well as the invisible ones—my emotional demons.

I’ve always marched to my own drum and have never been one
to shy away from a challenge. Embarking on a new journey—one that could impact
my own life—I make it my mission to prove to Hendy that his life isn’t over;
that he’s worthy of love.

Because sometimes even a phoenix needs help to rise…Out of the Ashes.

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RC Boldt
currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks
on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're
in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a
particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do
almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.

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Monday, July 2, 2018

Chopper by Esther E. Schmidt

Title: “Chopper”

Series: Broken Deeds MC #4.5

Author: Esther E. Schmidt
Cover Design: Esther E. Schmidt
Cover model: Kevin James
Photographer: FuriousFotog,Golden Czermak
Release Day: July 2, 2018

Some scars run deeper than healed wounds on the body. Memories can be a tricky thing; they can be special or traumatic, especially when you have no control over the trigger. When they hit, they can hit hard.

When Chopper ends up in the ER, the memories start and the only thing that soothes his pain is a woman from his past that holds special meaning. Ivy fights for her patients, but when her teenage crush lands in her ER she is forced to handle her scalpel in a whole different way.

Life is a constant struggle and it can be difficult to realize that one tiny moment in time can be just the change you need. Nothing is more difficult than fighting an inner battle, one that has branded scars into pieces of your soul. Will Chopper allow Ivy into his fight? Or will he continue to face his battles alone?

***Previously published in the "Help Our Heroes" A Military Charity Anthology***

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Friday, June 29, 2018

The Rule Breaker by Cat Carmine

Title: The Rule Breaker
Author: Cat Carmine
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy

Release Date: July 12, 2018


He’s the bad boy … but I’m the one breaking all the

I’ve always been the quintessential good girl. I don’t just follow the
rules — I write them. As an advice columnist, I’m always telling people how
to not screw up their lives. 

So you’d think I’d know better than to bang some random guy in a bar

Nope. Apparently not.

Now I’ve got even bigger problems, though. Because it turns out that
wasn’t just some random guy. It was Tyler Grant. Rich. Playboy.
Devastatingly gorgeous. Oh, and the publisher of my new dating advice

All my instincts are telling me to run like hell. It’s what I’d advise
anyone else to do. 

Nope. I’ve had a taste, and I’m hooked.

Now I’m calling him at ungodly hours and showing up at his house drunk
and begging for sex and tacos. In other words, breaking every rule in my own
damn book.

Of course, you don’t have to be an advice columnist to know a bad boy
and a good girl are never going to work out. Someone’s going to get their heart

And my guess? It isn’t going to be him.

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Cat Carmine writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy.
She also happens to like drinking wine, eating cake, buying too many books, and
snuggling with her elderly cocker spaniel (oh, and her husband too.) She loves
— and writes — books with sweet and sarcastic heroines and strong, sexy heroes
who like a little bark with their bite. She thinks witty banter is the best
kind of foreplay, and she tries to infuse all her stories with heart, humor and

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Whiskey Girl by Adriane Leigh

Title: Whiskey Girl
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 26, 2018


She was
the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.
And then
there was whiskey.

Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in
his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded
into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are
spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the
only way he knows how–at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. 

A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood
couldn't bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson
appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he's forced
to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few
things he didn't.

He’s her
contradiction, she’s his salvation.

A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten
lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating
than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make
with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to
swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.

An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost
souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music.
Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult
Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J.
Shen. — Nelle L'Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN

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The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’
on killin’ herself.
Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if
jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current
stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where
jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.
Certain death for sure.
I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst
through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.
Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven,
ploppin’ her in my path.
And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid
amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.
That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’,
dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since.
I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center
stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old
familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I
strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of
sheer muscle memory.
Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third
fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled
from my fingers.
Every chord, another dagger.
Every whispered lyric, my undoing.
I still didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night
I’d written this song in a fevered rush.
Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to
think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.
I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.
And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.
Whiskey Girl.
My poisoned lullaby.
The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation
when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.
The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my
career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the
Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family
members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum
with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.
I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years
later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out
with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.
Chasing something.
Not finding the one thing I needed.
Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I
could have made.
But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find
my happy.
A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood,
pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single
face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she
could be out there, that I was singing to her.
That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.
After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of
Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel
to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.
Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog,
and a fucking minivan by now.
I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the
dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling
past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar
provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my
truck and hitting the road.
I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower
would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up
into me.
My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling
in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my
nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a
giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.
“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature
spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the
first time.
Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet
of bricks.
I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar
angles of her porcelain face.
She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that
highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all
right. I’d know this woman anywhere.
“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the
better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two
words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.
My whiskey girl.
My damnation and my salvation.
“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her
shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the
narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.
Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling
seeing her again had left.
“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out.
And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t not want her to
The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout
“I said I need a fucking minute.” The sentence came out as
more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the
potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.
I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for
a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.
I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d
left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to
clear my head and process what her being here even meant.
My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in
a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.
I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my
pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a
dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys
hanging from one finger.
“Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for
the keys.
My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they
were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show? I shook the thought
from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of
play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had
took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.
“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time,
but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”
My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her
pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating
every cell of me.
I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t
have been surprised it was no different now.
“As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys
one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle
clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.
Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the
state of Tennessee to help me deal.

Author Bio

Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in
her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She
finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with
words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized
international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader
Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen

Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of
Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a
romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is
part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit
scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants,
puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert

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chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together
with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want
to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” – 
Alessandra Torre, Hollywood

Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex,
suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously
flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” – 
Crownover, Marked Men

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Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Crazy Stupid Love by K.L. Grayson

Title: Crazy Stupid Love

A Dirty Dicks Standalone Novel
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 20, 2018


There’s a special place in hell for a man like
me—a man who shamelessly sleeps with his best friend’s little sister, knowing
he’ll never be what she needs. A man who takes because the only thing he has to
offer in return is a broken past that’s destined to destroy his future.

I was the kid who grew up on the wrong side of
the tracks with shit parents and clothes that had been handed down one too many
times. I stole to feed my sister, fought to protect her, and I’ll always be the
guy your parents don’t want you to bring home.

So yeah, that’s me. Lincoln Bennett. Adley
Allen’s walk on the wild side. Her dirty little secret. And I’m okay with
that—ninety-nine percent of the time. Unfortunately today is in that one
percent when it doesn’t sit well with me. For some strange reason, I want to be
around to celebrate all of Adley’s successes. I want to be here when she gets
her first job and take her out to dinner after her first shift. I want to be
the one she depends on, the person she calls when she has a bad day. Or a great
day. Or any kind of day.

I want more than her body. I want her heart.
But men like me don’t get women like her.

At least not to keep.

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis,
MO.  She is entertained daily by her
extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes
in a man.  Her entire life rests in the
palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized
cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away
furiously on her computer.  She has a
love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy
endings…and not particularly in that order.

Friday, June 15, 2018

King of Hearts by Natalie Bennett

Title: King of Hearts

Series: Old Money Roulette #2
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: June 9, 2018


The road to hell...

Well, there is no road to hell.

I already live there.

I was forced to partake in a rigged game of seduction, manipulation, and

Mateo Remmington is my formidable opponent.

He makes the devil look like a saint.

He’s immoral.

He's ruthless.

He's a goddamn king.

King of a clandestine empire who sits on a throne covered in innocents’ blood.

I’ve become his obsession.

He’s becoming my deadly addiction.

And if I make one wrong move he’ll end my life. 

18+ This trilogy contains various dark themes and subject matter.

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Author Bio

Natalie Bennett is your average socially awkward author that
turns her spontaneous head ramblings into stories. 

She has a penchant for writing about villainous immoral men,
crazed anti-heroines, and tends to deviate away from traditional HEA's.

She likes chocolate, Netflix, and Prickly Pear Margaritas.

When she isn't writing she's hanging out with her husband
and their three boys.

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