Release Blast for THE RIGHT FIT by Daphne Dubois

Maxine and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can 

lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.

THE RIGHT FIT

Daphne Dubois

Released April 12th, 2017

The Wild Rose Press

When Maxine
Nicholls discovers her fiancé is cheating, she turns to fast food and nighttime
soap operas, but her sister has a plan—unbridled rebound sex with a stranger.

As one of
Toronto's hottest players, Antony Laurent tallies scores on and off the ice,
but when the chiseled defense man hits a slump, rumors of a trade to the minor
league send him to ambush a managers meeting at a posh club.

That night
a chance encounter ends up as an unforgettable evening of passion. But Maxine
and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can lead to
something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.

Daphne Dubois writes contemporary romance and believes the right book at the right time can make all the difference. When she's not putting her characters in compromising positions (ahem), she works as a registered nurse. A member of the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia, she lives in Eastern Canada, the most romantic place in the world.

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Book Blast for Sheik's Rescue by Ryshia Kennie

Sheik’s Rescue

by Ryshia Kennie

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GENRE: Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

Zafir Al-Nassar knows everything about Jade Van Everett. He's studied the cases she's worked for his family's company and for the FBI. And it's hard not to notice that she's absolutely gorgeous. Teaming up for a routine security detail, Jade is desperate to prove herself and Zafir can't help but admire her determination. But when their assignment turns deadly, it becomes difficult to stay focused on the job. Because although they were hired to protect a Morrocan royal from a trained assassin, Zafir also has every intention of keeping Jade safe and by his side. Forever.

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Excerpt One:

She sank below the railing as she put the Colt down and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Zafir,” he answered with a concerned tone, for this number was never used except in case of an emergency.

“Code red,” she said simply. “I’m pinned down at the client’s apartment. Shots from across the street at the client’s balcony. The client’s secure.”

“Last count?”

“Unknown shooter. Three shots fired. Four, if you count mine. He has a silencer.” She looked where the planter used to stand. “It’s been quiet for over two minutes.”

“Did you see…”

“Nothing,” she interrupted. “No visual. Like I said, I got one shot in, that was it. I never had a clear shot, and on a public street, well, that’s just made it difficult.”

“I can imagine,” he said. “Keep it contained if you can. I’ll be there in five.”

The call disconnected as abruptly as it had begun.

Keep it contained if you can.

With gritted teeth, she shoved the phone into her pocket. For a second she really wished she could shove it somewhere else.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

The Canadian prairies are my home and while the prairie landscape is blessed with beautiful blue skies, it also has four seasons that come on full throttle – especially winter and because of that I like to travel. Often on those trips, stories are born.

In 2011 I won my city's writing award, and was the first romance writer to do so since its inception. In 2013 my romantic suspense was a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards. Published in historic romance and paranormal romance as well as romantic suspense, in February 2016, my first novel was published by Harlequin Intrigue.

There’s no lack of places to set a story as my imagination and the too long prairie winters may find me seeking adventure. The memories of those worlds both near and far, the words of a stranger, the furtive look one man gives another, often become the catalyst for a suspenseful story with a deadly villain and an intrepid hero and heroine who must battle for their right to love or even their right to live.

When not dreaming of other stories, I can be found scouting out a garage sale or two, dusting off my roller blades or just thinking about the next adventure that may be miles away or in my own backyard.

My website: http://www.ryshiakennie.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ryshiakennie

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author.RyshiaKennie/

My blog: http://ryshia.blogspot.ca

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/Sheiks-Rescue-Desert-Justice-Ryshia/dp/1335721002/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1490647773&sr=8-1&keywords=sheik%27s+rescue

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/sheik-s-rescue

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sheiks-rescue-ryshia-kennie/1124690552?ean=9781335721006

http://www.harlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=70368

https://www.amazon.ca/Sheiks-Rule-Ryshia-Kennie/dp/1335720936/ref=tmm_mmp_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

Ryshia will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

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Wedding Dreams Boxed Set blitz

Wedding Dreams: 20 Delicious Nuptial Romances
Publication date: April 18th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance

**You are invited to the weddings of your dreams**

Twenty award-winning, USA Today and International best-selling authors have come together to bring you over 3,000 pages of love, lust, and lusciously sexy men.

From sweet second chance romances to bad boys, BBWs, and brides looking for revenge, this is a perfect read for anyone who enjoys Romance or Women’s Fiction. These pages are packed with cozy romances, thrilling international and holiday adventures, and sweet heart-melting stories. Our authors bring you everything from hot cowboys to rockstar romances, elegant weddings to nuptial disasters, and blushing brides to bold women, all in a delightful celebration of love.

You’re in for a wild, passionate ride on a breathtaking voyage to make your heart soar. This box set will leave you craving all things marital and wishing the honeymoon would never end.

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Let’s meet a couple of authors from this boxed set!

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book blitz for Twice Upon A Time by Santana Blair!

This is my stop during the book blitz for Twice Upon A Time by Santana Blair. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 17 till 19 April. You can see the blitz schedule here.



Twice Upon A Time (Paradise Cove #2)

By Santana Blair

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age category: New Adult

Release Date: April 2017

Blurb:

Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a young prince who fell in love with the fairest maiden…



Four years ago, Jayden Williams left Paradise Cove as a young kid with big dreams. But now he’s back home and coming face to face with a dream he thought was long-lost.



On the court he’s known for making some of the riskiest shots under pressure. So now that the girl who got away is back, Jayden is about to take the most precarious shot ever…



Because sometimes love comes twice upon a time.

You can find Twice Upon A Time on Goodreads



You can buy Twice Upon A Time here:

- Amazon

- B&N

- Kobo

EXCERPT #1 

Ignoring the dozens of unread social media notifications, he put his phone down and rolled his neck side to side closing his eyes for a brief moment. His brothers’ conversation about the upcoming football season buzzed in his ears mingling with the chatter of their neighboring patrons but there was one sound that couldn’t be ignored.

A voice.  And it was one that he knew well.

Opening his eyes he searched the room in hopes to see the source of that honey coated timbre, a face that had been burned into his heart long ago. He wondered if he was hearing things, if all his suddenly resurfacing thoughts had caused him to conjure her up. Coming to his feet, he stood using his height to his advantage. His gaze was pulled like a magnet to her just as it always had been. Her beauty still rendered him speechless as his pulse sped up, feeling nerves he hadn’t felt since high school.

Except they weren’t in high school anymore, and a whole lot had happened since the last time he’d talked to her. Time passes, things change, and people did too. But for the first time in years they were in the same place at the same time and Jayden was not about to miss the opportunity.

EXCERPT #2

Turning on her heel she moved towards the table stopping short as her eye caught sight of the one face she didn’t plan on seeing. It was impossible not to notice him. He had always been tall, but now his presence took up so much space. It called to her, demanding that she pay attention to him.

Those olive-green eyes of his were the same ones she had tried and failed to forget. Her gaze drifted from his face to the dark swirling ink that covered the hazelnut skin of his left arm, starting at his wrist and disappearing under the sleeve of his tee shirt. The tattoos were new but the way he looked at her wasn’t.

The memories shifted into those emotions she had been trying her hardest not to feel, the all too familiar ache growing heavy in her chest, leaving her hands trembling. They both stood frozen in that moment as memories spilled forth from the corners of her mind, filling the gap between them.

She willed herself to move, taking one purposeful step towards him, then another. She did that until she was standing right in front of him. She stood close enough that the smell of his freshly washed skin filled her nose.

He smiled brightly just before her arm reached out and doused him with the pitcher of beer.

“Get out of my restaurant, Jayden Williams.”

Previous books in this series



When you think you might lose the one person that means everything to you, you learn to play harder…

Start the series with And She called Him Romeo (Paradise Cove #1)! The series is one of interconnected standalone books. Each book could be read independently but it also works as a sequential series. You can find this book online:

- Goodreads

- Amazon

- Barnes & Noble

One moment. One kiss. One Girl... and thirty days... changes everything.

Continue the series with Thirty Days in Technicolor (Paradise Cove #1.5)! You can find this book online:

- Goodreads

- Amazon

- Barnes & Noble



About the Author:

Santana Blair lives in Connecticut with her husband and three kids.



She enjoys long walks through bookstores and stationery aisles. Her personal philosophy is that rainy days are perfect for getting lost in a good book. She’s a sucker for a good love story.



When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and relaxing with family.



Santana loves connecting with fellow readers via social media.



You can find and contact Santana here:

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- Facebook

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Book Blitz: Are You There Krishna? By Rachel Khona

                                                         About the Book

Rachel knew even as a
young child that she wasn’t like the rest of her Indian family. While her
parents were plotting how she could make it into med school with her mediocre
grades in chemistry and biology, she had other things on her mind, including
such gems as:



· Why can’t she go to the temple on her period?

· Why don’t her Indian cousins like her?

· Why was it OK to be sexualized at a beauty pageant but not
for herself?

· How can she straddle two cultures while retaining her sense
of self?

· Why are women considered sluts and men considered studs?

· Why do people keep asking her if she was born in India?

· Should she wax down there?

· Why does she have crazy eyes?



After leaving home, Rachel got high in Amsterdam, met her pop
singer idol in a bathroom, argued with a ghost, and got lost in the Pyrenees.
But that didn’t stop her from questioning while men still tell her to smile.
'Are You There Krishna? It’s Me, Reshma. Or Rachel. Or Whatever.' weaves
stories of Rachel’s life with observations on race, class, sex, feminism, and
culture with humor and candor.

Excerpt:
JUST A GIRL: YOGA, BINDIS, CULTURAL APPROPRIATION AND MY IDOL

My friends and I were lunching at a restaurant in Santa Monica when who comes in but Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale. Not too many people knew it, but Gwen Stefani was my secret best friend. As in, I knew we were best friends, she just didn’t know it. Yet. And now we were breathing the same fucking air. I hoped once we met she would realize how much fun I was and want to be my best friend too. We would have pillow fights and bedazzle our pants together. It would be pure unadulterated magic. A match made in heaven. Gwen and Gav were sitting three tables down from us in an otherwise empty restaurant. So I pretty much had an obstructed view of Gwen and her bright red lipstick.

“You guys!” I hissed to my friends.

“What is it?” Samantha asked.

“It's Gwen-fucking-Stefani!”

“Where is she?” Samantha asked.

“The table behind us. Don’t look now!” Samantha and Selena both swiveled around to look immediately.

“Oh, that's cool,” Selena responded. She returned to studying the menu.

“I'm sorry am I missing something? How can you guys be so calm at a time like this?”

“Honestly, I don't think Gwen Stefani is that big of a deal,” Samantha responded, nonchalantly flipping her hair as perused the menu.

“Oh right, she's not the fabulous fucking Jimmy Buffet,” I muttered. For some inexplicable reason, Samantha had a complete and total infatuation with Jimmy Buffet. How anyone could enjoy the music of someone who sang songs like “Cheeseburger in Paradise” and “Fruit Cakes” is beyond me.

The first time I saw the video for “Just a Girl” my brain almost exploded. After years of listening and watching men express themselves, it never occurred to me that women were largely missing from most of rock music. Though as a girl I often felt frustrated by my parents’ draconian Indian ways, my irritation was often only expressed by rebelling against everything they thought was appropriate, i.e. men with tattoos. I never actually freely vented my frustrations; I expressed vis-à-vis men.

I love the other female rock gods like Stevie Nicks, Joan Jett, and Janis Joplin. But I could relate to Gwen. Gwen was a rocker, yet still a girlie girl. She was tough, yet vulnerable. She was a total babe, yet angry. Before Gwen, the only angry women I ever saw were considered granola, crazy, or Alanis Morissette. Nothing wrong with any of those descriptions, but why can’t a pissed off chick just be a human expressing an emotion? I loved how she could strut around in red lipstick and pin curls while fronting a band and belting out lyrics about her ex-boyfriend. Through her music, she expressed sadness, vulnerability, rage, and frustration. Our culture teaches us by and large that angry women are bitchy and ugly and attractive women are pleasant and docile.  But Gwen proved that wasn’t the case.

Plus, she wore bindis and had dated a cute Indian guy. Bonus points in my book. These days Gwen’s use of bindis might be deemed cultural appropriation by some, I never saw it that way. Cultural appropriation happens when one adopts part of a culture while dismissing other parts of it, stripping it of its cultural and religious context. Gwen had seriously dated Indian-American Tony Kanal for years. Her bindi-wearing seemed to come from a place of appreciating the culture of her boyfriend and less being trendy like girls at Coachella.

Besides bindis have pretty much lost all religious significance in India. Bindis are a fashion accessory among Indian women. If I wear one, I more concerned with whether it matches my sari or salwar kameez than my third eye. Now yoga, on the other hand, has been totally and completely hijacked.

Yoga is a 5000 + year Hindu practice that is just part of a larger system of beliefs that includes adherence to nonviolence, meditation, chanting, devotional love to God, and selfless action. Yoga is not about “sweating out the toxins,” (which is a make-believe concept anyway, that’s why you have a liver folks). It’s not meant to make you a size 2, though if it does get you into shape good for you. Yoga is not just about spouting off vague quotes (“live authentically”) or realizing you managed to stay calm when your dog took a dump in your shoe. The physical part of yoga was designed to prepare the body for long hours of meditation. The ultimate goal of the practice is union with the God and liberation from the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

In the proliferation and spread of yoga studios, yoga has become watered down, simplified, and in many cases whitewashed. People on Yelp whine about too much “chanting” or a class not being enough exercise, not understanding the true roots and meaning of this Hindu practice. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s awesome that so many people practice yoga. But please for the love of all that is holy, stop whitewashing it. It’s a Hindu practice. It’s a religious practice. Try to get something out of it besides stronger arms.

But anywhoozle, I am seriously digressing here. The point is I love Gwen. I wanted desperately to be her. Or just be her best friend.

I had to do something. But what? I didn't want to be one of those annoying fans that bugged someone while they were eating. I’ve got it! I would wait until they are done with their meals and they go outside. I would sneak behind them and then I would ask Gavin to take a picture of Gwen and me. That way his cooties would be on my camera too, and I could sell it on eBay.
I picked at my arugula salad while I stole glances at Gwen. What was she eating? How did her lip color stay so fresh after eating? Did she use MAC? How often does she dye her roots? What are they talking about? Did she notice me? Has she realized yet that we are secret best friends?

After what seemed like two centuries had passed, the waiter finally handed them the bill. They settled up and got ready to leave. I quickly prepared myself with my camera in hand. I got up and stealthily tiptoed behind Gwen, expecting to go outside. Except Gavin made a right towards the door and walked outside, while Gwen veered left for the bathroom.

Now what? Was I seriously going to follow her to the bathroom? Was I that girl? And who was going to take the picture? There was no one in the restaurant. Oh fuck it, I thought. I’ve come this far. I decided to bite the bullet and talk to her.

Or maybe I should bust out into song to break the ice. I could see it now. I would sing one line, and Gwen would sing the other. We would harmonize together, and the whole restaurant would get up and mosh/dance.

But then again, I’m tone deaf. Maybe I should just ask her for a photo.

“Excuse me, Gwen I'm a huge fan, can I get a picture with you?”

“Um, sure,” Gwen replied looking surprised. She didn't look terribly thrilled, which I found rather odd. Didn’t Gwen realize we were BFFs? Well even if she didn’t know, I bought every No Doubt album, so I figured she best suck it up and take a pic with me.

“Who's going to take the picture?” she asked. I think she secretly hoped no one would come to my rescue. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t as stoked as I was to take a picture.

“Uh...” I looked around, hoping beyond hope that someone a waiter, a busboy, or I don’t know, King Neptune would come out of the nearby Pacific Ocean and snap our pic. Right at that moment, a little eighty-five-year-old lady hobbled around the corner heading towards the bathroom.

“Excuse me! Can you please take a picture of us?” I asked her with glee.

“Oh, I'm so sorry dear I can't because of my arthritis. You see—-”

“OK fine whatever.” The old bat.

I turned to Gwen. “I'll just take it myself.”

“OK.” I put the camera in my right hand and held it out as far as I could and stood on my tiptoes. As I'm 5'1, and Gwen is like 5'9, the height difference was significant, even though I was wearing two-inch heels.



“Thanks Gwen!”

“Sure dude no problem.” She turned and walked into the bathroom.

Now what do I do? I wondered. I didn't want to seem like I was solely there to get her picture. We were secret best friends, but she clearly refuses to acknowledge our relationship. Well, fuck it, I’m over it. I don’t need her. For all she knew, I was on my way to the bathroom, and I happened to bump into her with my camera. And what if I had to pee too? It's not like I am sitting around stalking celebrities all day. I can't believe she would think I am just there to get her stupid picture.


So I walked into the two-stall bathroom to pee too. Gwen was peeing. Omigod, I could hear Gwen Stefani peeing! I felt a warmth engulf my heart. I never thought my life would be so glamorous! So what if we weren’t best friends? I had heard Gwen Stefani piss into a porcelain bowl. My life was now complete.

Tour Schedule

April 17 – Karan Eleni – Excerpt

April 18 – BookLove – Review

April 18 – Cafinated Reads – Review

April 19 – T’s Stuff – Interview & Excerpt

April 19 – Chick Lit Plus – Review

April 20 – Living Life With Joy – Guest Blog

April 21 – Books Dreams Life –
Interview & Excerpt

April 24 – Chick Lit Goddess
– Excerpt 

Author Bio

Once upon a time in an exotic land called New Jersey,
Rachel used to dream of one day playing tambourine in an all-girl rock band.
That never happened.

Instead she became a writer. She has written for The New York Times, The Washington Post, Playboy, Penthouse, Maxim,
and Cosmopolitan among others.

When she’s not writing or designing, she is busy drinking
wine and singing off key, bike riding, pretending she’s friends with Mindy
Kaling and Amy Poehler, eating absurd amounts of cheese, or listening to rock
music at an appallingly loud volume. Sometimes all at once.

Interview with Rachel Khona

From my own life and what I see happening around me. Seeing how differently I was treated compared to the boys around me, certainly influenced the way I started to interpret things.

How did you do research for your book?

Well it's all memoir so no research needed!

Do you have another profession besides writing?

Yes I also run a stationary / gift business called Crimson and Clover, www.crimsonandcloverstudio.com

If you could go back in time, where would you go?

Seeing as I'm not a white male, I'm not sure if any other times are appealing but women's rights not withstanding I'd say 18th century France. 

What is your next project?

Continuing to freelance for magazines and websites as well as grow my company. 

Check out her
book at bit.ly/areyoutherekrishnabook 

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cover reveal for Forever Him (An Obsessed Novella) by Jeanne St. James

Forever Him (An Obsessed Novella)
Jeanne St. James
Publication date: May 7th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

I can’t keep my eyes off the tall, dark, and confident man who stops in the coffee shop every morning. I want this stranger more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, even though I only know his first name. As an author, my imagination is my ultimate writing tool, men like Kane my muse. And the minute he leaves, I’m overcome with fantasies I can’t control and my fingers fly across the keyboard, … until one day, I almost snap. My embarrassing outburst has me running out the door when he catches me and takes me to his home.

Though it’s risky, I can’t resist him. And with one kiss, he now owns me. This man will capture my sanity and trap it forever. He’ll steal me one piece at a time until he possesses me completely. He’ll ruin me for any other man. But I don’t want anyone else, for it’ll always be forever him.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are stand-alone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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Sorrow's Edge bk 2 The Maker’s Chronicles by Danielle DeVor

This is the 2nd book in the series. The series should be read in order or you will be a bit lost at times.  In this book Jimmy and Tabby are moving in together and trying their relationship again. Tabby does not know at first Lucy has tagged along as well. As in the 1st book Jimmy gets a phone call at 3AM asking for help. Jimmy gets a package in the mail of a Old Flask and then one morning Jimmy wakes up and finds an IPad on his kitchen table. It is from the Order. Jimmy, Tabby, and Lucy get on a plane for Tombstone Arizona to find the caller asking for help. He gets to meet his Ancestor Doc Holliday as well as the Devil himself. Things are not always what they seem in this story.

I personally did not care for this book near as much as I did the 1st book in the series. I really liked the 1st book.  Jimmy does not really want to be an Exorcist and does not want to be in Tombstone and lets you the reader really know it all the way through the book so much so that I felt almost like Danielle DeVore was was sending a subliminal message that she did not want to write this book. At times the story drug on so much I almost put it down and other important parts raced on and was over and done with way to fast. The book was not terrible, don't get me wrong it just wasn't near as good as I hoed it would be. I am starting book 3 next. I have high hopes for it.


Read my review of book 1 & 3 s well

Book 2 Sorrow's Point
Book 3 Sorrow's Turn