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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

For the Reign by Debbie Cassidy


For the Reign
Debbie Cassidy
(For the Blood #3)
Publication date: March 19th 2019
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Reverse Harem, Urban Fantasy

It’s hardly a fair race when you’re racing against time.

The Fangs and I have the answers we were looking for, but for me those answers come with a death sentence. But I’ll be damned if I got out easy. I’ll be damned if I go out before I can see our mission through.

Just as I’m coming to terms with my fate, hope drops into my lap like a succulent fruit. But hope can be deceptive, and I’m not one for putting all my eggs into on basket. The mission must remain my focus, but with obstacles stacking up, getting to the finish line may just take some divine intervention, but the cost…The cost might be more than I’m willing to pay.

The Vampire Diaries meets The Walking Dead in this Post-Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy with a slow burn Whychoose Romance

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Author Bio:

Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head - in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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Should've Been Us by Jess Bryant





Title: Should've Been Us
Author: Jess Bryant

Publisher: Blue Lemon Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2019





Blurb


It’s a destination wedding, Fate, Texas style, and the
thermostat isn’t the only thing about to hit its boiling point.

Lulu Nichols has
lost the love of her life.

Her best friend,
Derek, proposed to someone else. He’s marrying someone else. And oblivious to
her feelings, he’s asked her to play best man at his wedding. She can’t say no,
not without admitting her secret and ruining everything, so she pastes on a
smile and heads to Mexico to watch the man of her dreams get his happily ever
after, even if it isn’t with her.

Connor Shaw is finally
ready to claim the love of his life.

He wants Lulu. He’s
always wanted her. Even though she’s slightly crazy and seriously delusional
about her relationship with Derek. Connor is the one that brings out her fire
and matches it with his own. He’s the one that drives her just as crazy as she
drives him and it’s way past time for her to admit that all their fighting is
really just foreplay.

Together they’re
like gasoline and a match; a powder keg destined to blow, but oh how satisfying
an explosion it will be.

But is their spark
the kind that burns fast and then out? Is the heat going to Lulu’s head or is
there more to Connor than she’s ever realized? Could they possibly be meant for
forever or are they destined to always be a should’ve been?








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Excerpt

“You should probably slow down there, dollface.” A deep
voice slid over her, down her spine and made her shudder. With revulsion, she
told herself. It was definitely revulsion. “Wouldn’t want to get drunk and
admit you’re in love with the groom, would ya?”
The taunt sent a red-hot surge of anger boiling beneath her
skin, turning her cheeks pink and the ice in her veins to lava as she spun to
face the man intruding on her pity party. She felt a little light headed when
she noticed how close he was standing but she attributed that to the alcohol in
her bloodstream. It only pissed her off more that it proved he was right. She
needed to slow down on the drinks or risk making a scene before the bridal
party even arrived.
God, she hated when he was right.
Connor Shaw was a stupid, know-it-all bastard. He always had
some smartass remark for her. Always. He’d been Derek’s sidekick since the
sandbox days but Lulu did not consider him a friend. He was more of a nuisance,
an ache in her head that never quite went away. Case in point, he was here now,
standing far too close to her, wearing some sort of cologne that invaded her
personal space and made her stomach twist, and looking smug as hell because he
knew, knew, that every woman in the room was looking at him
now that he had her attention.
She hated him. Despised him even. But she couldn’t blame the
women in the room for staring.
He looked like an angel, all golden and gorgeous and he had
an obnoxious habit of always managing to stand directly in the path of the sun.
Even now, in the low light of evening, a spotlight of glowing orange beamed
through the windows above, highlighting his dark blonde hair and making it look
as if he were wearing a halo. Sometimes it seemed like the sun literally
revolved around him.
It was annoying as hell.
So was that knowing twinkle in his dazzling blue eyes.
Because he wasn’t just ridiculously good looking, he also knew he
was ridiculously good looking which made him just about the biggest kind of asshole
on the planet in her estimation. He knew the effect he had on 99% of women and
the fact that she fell into the 1% that didn’t go ga-ga over him seemed to give
him some weird sort of enjoyment, which only made him more infuriating.
“I mean, unless that’s your plan.” He leaned an elbow
against the bar beside her, edging even closer so that she had to force herself
not to pull away, to put more space between them, because she knew he’d take
her retreat as a win in their never-ending game of dare. “Liquid courage?”
“Go away, Shaw.”
His head tilted slightly as if he’d expected a different
response, “Drowning your sorrows then? Have you finally admitted to yourself
that you and Dare were never meant to be?”
Her jaw clenched because, as per usual, his assumption hit
far too close to home. She attributed Connor knowing so much about her to the
fact that they’d grown up together. He’d always been there, on the edges of her
friendship with Derek, watching. Judging. He saw parts of her that she’d
thought were well hidden from everyone, even Derek, especially Derek, but
somehow Connor had seen her infatuation with their friend and he seemed to take
absolute joy in calling her out on the stupidity of it.
“I said, go away.” She slipped her hand around the glass in
front of her without looking at him but a big, warm, roughly masculine hand
closed over hers, stopping her short.
Her breath caught at the contact and she silently cursed
herself for the physical reaction. It had been too long since anyone touched
her. Anyone. It didn’t have anything to do with this man no matter how gorgeous
he was. It was the alcohol and the moroseness that had overtaken her at the
thought of Derek getting married.
Derek. Married. To someone else.
Her blood chilled and she pulled her hand away from Connor,
carefully, so as not to spill the liquid in her glass. She glared at him when
he frowned and his eyebrows drew together. He was looking at her strangely, in
a way she couldn’t place and she glanced away before he saw something else she
didn’t want him to see.
“Just… slow down on the drinks, okay doll?”
“Don’t call me that.” She instantly flinched.
“Tell me you’ll slow down, at least until dinner is served
and you put some food in your system and I won’t call you that again.” His blue
eyes were serious and she felt something inside of her begin to splinter.
Was he actually trying to take care of her? This man that
taunted her constantly? That set her every nerve ending on edge? Was he trying
to make nice for once? Because he knew this must be hard on her?
She nodded, “Okay.”
He gave her a small, cautious smile, “Okay.”
“Okay.” She tipped her drink at him.
“Okay.” He said again and she rolled her eyes because she
knew he’d do this all night if she let him get away with it.
“You can go now.” She shooed him away, “Go find someone else
to play your mind games with, Shaw.”
“But playing with you is so much fun.” 
She groaned, “If you stick around, I’m definitely going to
need another drink.”






Author Bio


Jess Bryant
is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl's life, her
heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She
enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country
life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy,
as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her
life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt's Harlequin collection
and she's been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.

Jess holds
a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime
supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of
National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats
and isn't afraid to tell you that your school isn't as cool as hers... or that
your sports romance got it all wrong.

For more
information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at
JessBryantBooks@gmail.com or follow her on her many social media accounts for
news and shenanigans.


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The Reality of Wright and Wrong by Leddy Harper




Title: The Reality of Wright and Wrong
Author: Leddy Harper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2019






Blurb


“Save me
and have me, fix me and I’m yours.”

What do you
do when you catch your fiancĂ© grinding on another woman? Well, if you’re me,
you run off with a sexy, ink-covered tattoo artist who goes by the name Wrong.

Then you
marry him after a week.

This isn’t
a story of love at first sight—love didn’t come into play until after I had
ruined it all. It’s the reality of what is right and what is wrong when it
comes to soulmates.










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Excerpt

Brogan had
intentionally given me a glimpse into himself by expressing his feelings in
words he’d never shared with another living soul. But in that moment, when his
eyes met mine, he offered me something else. 
Likely
unaware he’d even done so. 
He gave me
a piece of his vulnerability. His pain. A sliver of the hidden humiliation that
he kept buried beneath a painted canvas. Covered in graffiti. Locked behind
years of loss and doubt. It crossed his brow in shallow valleys of hesitation
and colored his cheeks in raw insecurity.
He was
open. Closed off. Pushing me away while desperately trying to hold me close.
It was too
much to process at once, leaving me immobile, grounded in place. The only thing
I could do was open my mouth and give him honesty. “Your words…they make my
chest hurt. As I read them, I breathed them in, and they burrowed themselves
next to my heart. Took up residence within my lungs. They’re powerful enough to
keep me safe, yet just as capable of destroying me.”
“Mercy…”
“They make
my eyes burn. Every vowel, every period. Every syllable you wrote and verse you
formed did something to me that I’ve never experienced. I’ve never read
something so beautiful, something that literally brought tears to my eyes.”
“Mercy,
that’s enough.” Beneath the stern tone and harsh shell lay a boy who couldn’t
accept my praise. “I didn’t do it for compliments. You said you didn’t know me,
so I’m showing you who I am. You think I’m using you to kill time until Jessica
comes back, and I’m trying to prove to you that I’m not. I don’t need your
approval. I need you.”
Under his
intense scrutiny, I became fully aware of my state of undress.
“I’m, uh…
I’m going to put on some pants.” I took a few steps backward, holding my shirt
down in the front.
“Hey,
Mercy? Could you do me a favor?”
I stopped
and held his stare.
“Next time
you hang out with your ex, can you tell him that if he ever contacts me again,
he’ll wish he’d never learned how to type? Thanks.”
“He did
what? He texted you?”
He went
right back to browning the meat, continuing as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb
at my feet. “Email, but yeah. Same thing. I think he got off on telling me that
I’m runner-up. I guess you told him that you’re waiting to see if he lied about
where he was that night? And if he was telling the truth, you plan to get our
marriage annulled?”
“He twisted
what I said.”
“Then I
guess it’s a good thing I didn’t give a shit what he had to say.” He moved the
pan off the burner. “Although, I don’t think he liked it too much when I told
him I hoped he enjoyed the taste of my cum, because I fucked your pussy so hard
and so deep it’ll be a while before it’s all out.”
I was
shocked. And mortified. And incredibly turned on by his possessiveness.
“Did you
really?”
His smile
became visible in his eyes first, but half a second later, it was drawn across
his face. 






Author Bio




Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.


She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.

She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.



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Conceited by TL Smith

Title: Conceited
Series: Crimson Elite Book 3
Author: T.L. Smith
Genre: Romance (standalone)
Release Date: April 23, 2019
Cover Design: RBA Designs



Ariel
I would like to say we were old lovers. That once upon a time he was my everything, and I was his, but that would be a lie. He may have been mine, but I wasn’t his. I was his sister’s annoying little friend who he didn’t even know was in love with him.

Years later, after seeing him again for the first time, nothing has changed. Except now he notices me, and I will do everything in my power to avoid him. Because Falcon is the most conceited man on this planet, and because when he looks at me with steel eyes, my heart still misses a beat.

Falcon
I get what I want, and I’m never denied anything either. It’s my charm. It’s hard to say no to something you never knew you desired until I’m standing in front of you. That’s not just who I am, it’s what I do. I help men achieve everything they have ever wanted.

Most people would go to great lengths to be near me. Yet, my sweet Ariel, I can’t even get her to stay in the same room as me. Maybe it’s because I told her I would be the best lay of her life—that has to be it—and once I’m finished with her, she’s avoiding being disappointed by every other man for the rest of her life.

It couldn’t possibly be anything else, because let’s face it, I’m perfect.











 




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