Labels

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Day Three by L. Wilder

Title: Day Three: A Hitman Romance
Series: What Bad Boys Do Book 1
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: Romantic Suspense (Standalone)
Release Date: June 11, 2019




L. Wilder definitely sucked me in with this new hitman romance. This fast-paced romantic suspense will keep you on the edge-of-your-seat until the very end. ~Author RB Hilliard

OMG!!!! Five stars +! What a fantastic read. Day Three is the first book in a new series and it is everything you want in a L. Wilder book. ~Brenda (Amazon reviewer)

That prologue - wow!!! If the blurb didn't already hook you, that sure will! Or maybe it's the sexy man on the cover???! I absolutely loved everything about this story! It's unlike anything I have read before. ~Jessica (Goodreads reviewer)



There’s nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose.


New York Times and USA Today Best Seller L. Wilder brings readers Jasper Nichols, a sexy, totally alpha hitman, who will hold you captive in this new bad boy series.

Our lives are defined by moments, especially the ones we never see coming. For me, that moment came when I was given the opportunity to take from those who’d taken from me. I became a hitman- killing mob bosses, drug lords and everything in between. With judges in their pockets, these men were untouchable by everyone—except me. 

With every hit, my plan was always the same:
Day one- receive the target.
Day two- acquire their location.
Day three- plan the kill. 
Day four- complete the hit. 

On day three of my latest assignment, everything changed.

The moment I saw her, I knew she was different from the others. Madison Brooks wasn’t a hardened criminal with blood on her hands. She was innocent, untouched by my world, and undeniably beautiful. 

On day three, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I kept imagining what it would be like to hold her, touch her, and claim her as mine.

On day three, I found myself questioning whether or not I could complete my assignment. In fact, I found myself questioning everything.

Many readers were introduced to the sexy, brooding recluse, Jasper Nichols, in Murphy: Satan’s Fury- Memphis, but his connection to Satan’s Fury ends there. Day Three is a new standalone romance novel with no cheating and a swoon-worthy HEA.



“I thought you’d be more comfortable in here.” He ran his hand over his face and yawned before he said, “When I tried to leave, you wouldn’t let me.”

​“What do you mean I wouldn’t let you?” 

​“Let me rephrase.” He turned and looked at me. “You asked me to stay with you.”

​“Oh. I don’t remember that.” 

“Happened just the same.” Concern flashed through his eyes as he sat up and asked, “How’s the ankle?”

I tried to move it a little. “I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s better.”

“Good.” Jasper got out of bed and my breath caught when I noticed he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I could feel the heat rush to my face as my eyes skirted over his muscular chest and drool-worthy abs. I couldn’t imagine how often he’d have to work out to get such a perfectly defined physique. Whatever the answer, it was worth it. With his chiseled jaw and broad, powerful shoulders, he looked like a Greek god as he walked over to the end of the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he eased the comforter back and exposed my ankle. I was too busy gawking at him to realize what he was doing, but at that moment, I just didn’t care. He could’ve thrown the covers to the floor and had his way with me. I wouldn’t have protested. He lowered his hand to my foot, and a rush of heat surged through my body when he ran the tips of his fingers along the top of it and over my ankle bone. It was at that moment I started to silently curse myself, wishing I’d been better about shaving my legs. He was still studying my ankle when he said, “The swelling has gone down, but it’s still pretty bruised.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“You’ll need to stay off of it for a couple of days.”

“Okay.” 

As he pulled the covers back over my foot, he told me, “I’ll be right back.”





Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.


HOSTED BY:

Kozart by J. Nathan







Title: Kozart
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: New Adult Rock Star Romance

Cover Design: Tiffany, T.E. Black Designs

Photo: Eric Battershell

Model: Kaz Vanderwaard

Release Date: July 10, 2019





Blurb

Kozart
Savage is the world’s biggest rock star. 
At
twenty-five, he’s got it all. Money. Fame. And the adoration of fans
everywhere. 
He thought
that was enough to make him forget his past. 
Enough to
transform his distrusting heart. 
Turns out
that’s not how it works...
Then he
meets a bridesmaid hiding out in a hotel bar. 
Probably
the only girl on the planet who doesn’t know who he is. 
But she
seems to be the one girl who can give him something no one else can.

Aubrey
Prescott just discovered her boyfriend cheating—at her sister’s wedding. 
Trying to
escape humiliation, she seeks refuge in a hotel bar.
While
trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces of what was supposed to be an
amazing senior year in college, a handsome stranger interrupts her wallowing. 
A stranger
who quickly makes her forget why she’s there. 
One who
disappears without a second glance.

But walking
away doesn’t always mean letting someone go.




Pre-order Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU






Author Bio



J. Nathan
is the author of new adult and sports romances with cocky heroes and sassy
heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha
male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves guys in backward
hats, country music, the summertime, and her amazing family and friends.


Sea of Lies by H. Dillon Hunt

Title: A Sea of Lies
Author: H. Dillon Hunt
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 4, 2019










Bree Harrington and Sam Hudson have oceans between them. For one thing, she’s married. The legitimacy of her marriage, or lack thereof, is not enough to push their relationship past the bounds of friendship, but it doesn’t take long to realize they’ve both found something others have searched the world for... The other half of their soul. 

Sam leaves Bree breathless from the moment they meet. Bree leaves Sam heartless from the moment she leaves.

When Bree’s husband dies, she finds herself utterly alone. And after years of trying to put the broken pieces back together, fate gives her and Sam a second chance. But the years of distance between them have come with many omitted truths. Can a once in a lifetime kind of love survive a sea of lies?





"There are no words to describe the emotions that this fantastic author evokes in a girl! This novel has a way of chiseling into your soul...I have been left in awe of the outstanding writing, the characters, and the overall themes. There aren't enough words to describe how much I recommend this one." - Dandelion Inspired book blog

“This was my first read by H. Dillon Hunt, but most definitely won't be my last. A beautiful story that is simultaneously tragic and heartwarming.” ~ Amazon Review


H. Dillon Hunt lives in Huntsville, Alabama where she grew up and will never ever, ever get to leave. If she had it her way, she would live in Seattle, but she loves her family so she stays in the slow-moving, muggy, Ala-freakin-bama.

She and her husband Tim have five fur-babies together, two dogs Sammi and Shadow and three cats, Teddy, Thea, and Felicity. When she isn't writing, she's reading Harry Potter (Ravenclaw but a Slytherin if you cross her), working as a makeup artist, or riding horses. By day, she works as an interior designer and wedding planner, and by night she writes and tries to live out her fantasy as a rock star. She is currently writing her third standalone novel, which will release in 2020.





HOSTED BY:

Owen by Tony Riches




 photo Owen book one_zpsln6jea5b.jpg


The Tudor Trilogy, Book One
Historical
Fiction
Publisher:
Presei Press

 photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

Based
on the true story of a forgotten hero, OWEN is the epic tale of one young man’s
incredible courage and resilience as he changes the course of English history.

England
1422: Owen Tudor, a Welsh servant, waits in Windsor Castle to meet his new
mistress, the beautiful and lonely Queen Catherine of Valois, widow of the
warrior king, Henry V. Her infant son is crowned King of England and France,
and while the country simmers on the brink of civil war, Owen becomes her
protector.





 photo Owen  set no words_zpsvhhq9ksu.jpg


 Excerpt

Winter
of 1422



I
tense at the sound of approaching footsteps as I wait to meet my new mistress,
the young widow of King Henry V, Queen Catherine of Valois. Colourful Flemish
tapestries decorate the royal apartments of Windsor Castle, dazzling my senses
and reminding me how life in the royal household presents new opportunities. My
life will change forever, if she finds me acceptable, yet doubt nags at my
mind.

The
doors open and Queen Catherine’s usher appears. I have been told to approach
the queen and bow, but must not look directly at her or speak, other than to
say my name, until spoken to. Taking a deep breath I enter the queen’s private
rooms where she sits surrounded by her sharp-eyed ladies-in-waiting. I have the
briefest glimpse of azure silk, gold brocade, gleaming pearls and a breath of
exotic perfume. I remove my hat and bow, my eyes cast down to her
velvet-slippered feet.

‘Owen
Tudor, Your Highness, Keeper of your Wardrobe.’ My voice echoes in the
high-ceilinged room.

One
of her ladies fails to suppress her giggle, a sweet enough sound, if you are
not the reason for it. I forget my instruction and look up to see the queen
regarding me with confident, ice-blue eyes.

‘You
are a Welshman?’ Her words sound like an accusation.

‘My
full name is Owain ap Maredydd ap Tudur, although the English call me Owen
Tudor. I come from a long line of Welsh noblemen, Your Highness.’ I regret my
boast as soon as I say the words.

‘Owen
Tudor...’ This time her voice carries a hint of amusement.

I
put on my hat and pull my shoulders back. She examines me, as one might study a
horse before offering a price. After years of hard work I have secured a
position worthy of my skills, yet it means nothing without the approval of the
queen.

‘You
look more like a soldier than a servant?’ The challenge in her words seems to
tease me.

‘I
have served in the king’s army as a soldier.’ I feel all their eyes upon me.

‘Yet...
you have no sword?’ She sounds curious.

‘Welshmen
are not permitted to carry a sword in England, Your Highness.’ I am still
bitter at this injustice.

I
remember the last time I saw her, at the king’s state funeral in Westminster.
Her face veiled, she rode in a gilded carriage drawn by a team of black horses.
I followed on foot as the funeral procession passed through sombre crowds,
carrying the king’s standard and wearing the red, blue and gold livery of the
royal household.

‘You
fought in France?’

‘With
the king’s bowmen, Your Highness, before I became a squire.’

The
queen has none of the air of sadness I expected. Slim, almost too thin, her
childlike wrists and delicate fingers are adorned with gold rings sparkling
with diamonds and rubies. Her neck is long and slender, her skin pale with the
whiteness of a woman who rarely sees the sun. Her golden-brown hair is gathered
in tight plaits at the back of her head and her headdress fashionably
emphasises her smooth, high forehead.

King
Henry V chose as his bride the youngest daughter of the man they called the
‘mad king’, Charles VI. They said King Charles feared he was made of glass and
would shatter if he didn’t take care. Charles promised Henry he would inherit
the throne and become the next King of France and there were rumours of a
secret wedding dowry, a fortune in gold.

Barely
a year into his marriage, the king left his new wife pregnant and alone in
Windsor. He returned to fight his war in France, capturing the castle of Dreux
before marching on the fortress at Meaux, defended by Jean de Gast, the Bastard
of Vaurus, a cruel, brave captain. The king never saw his son and heir, his
namesake.

The
siege of Meaux was hard won and he suffered the bloody flux, the dreaded curse
of the battlefield. Men had been known to recover, if they were strong and
lucky. Many did not, despite the bloodletting and leeches. The flux is an
inglorious way to die, poisoned by your own body, especially for a victorious
warrior king who would never now be King of France.

The
queen has an appraising look in her eyes. She has buried her hopes for the
future along with her husband. I remember I am looking at the mother of the new
king, once he comes of age. One thing is certain; she will not be left to raise
the prince alone. Ambitious men are already vying for their share of power and
influence.

At
last she speaks. ‘And now you are in my household?’

‘My
appointment to your service was made by Sir Walter Hungerford, Steward of the
King’s Household and constable here at Windsor.’

‘Sir
Walter was one of my husband’s most trusted men—the executor of the king’s
will.’

‘I
worked as squire to Sir Walter for many years, in England and France.’

‘You
speak French?’

‘A
little, Your Highness.’ I answer in French.

‘Were
you with King Henry at the siege of Rouen?’ Now she speaks in French.

‘I
was, Your Highness. I will never forget it.’ I answer again in French. I
learned the language on the battlefield and in the taverns of Paris and can
swear as well as any Frenchman.

‘I
heard the people of Rouen were starving... before they surrendered.’ Her voice
is softer now and she speaks in English.

‘War
is cruel, yet now there is less appetite for it.’

‘I
pray to God that is true.’ She glances back at her ladies, who are watching and
listening, as ladies-in-waiting do. Queen Catherine regards me, giving nothing
away. ‘I welcome you to our household, Master Tudor.’

‘Thank
you, Your Highness.’

Our
first meeting is over. She is unlike any woman I have known, fascinating, intriguing
and beautiful. More than that; there is something about her I find deeply
attractive, a dangerous thing to admit. Perhaps my fascination is with the
glimpse I’d seen of the real woman, the same age as myself, behind the title of
Dowager Queen of England.

‘Aim
high, boy,’ my garrulous longbow tutor once advised me, his voice gruff from
too much shouting. ‘It’s not the Welsh way to play safe and wait until you have
a clear shot!’ The man spits hard on the ground to add emphasis and stares
knowingly into my eyes, standing so close I can almost feel the coarse grey
stubble of his beard. ‘When you aim high,’ he points an imaginary bow up at the
sky, ‘your arrow will fly far into the enemy ranks and strike with the full
vengeance of God.’

‘Who,
of course, is on our side.’ A daring, foolhardy thing for a boy like me to say
to a man who can punch me to the ground or worse.

For
a moment I see the old man’s mind working as he tries to decide if I am being
disrespectful, sacrilegious or both. The moment passes. I notch a new arrow
into the powerful yew longbow and fire it high into the sky, without a care for
where it will fall.

I
smile at the memory as I return down the long passage to the servants’ hall.
Life as a king’s archer was hard, but I enjoyed the camaraderie of the other
men and it taught me many things. As well as how to use a longbow, I learned to
watch my back, when to speak up and when to remain silent. My tutor died in the
thick mud of Normandy, yet his lesson serves me well. I know to aim high.

That
night, wide awake in the darkness, I reflect on the unthinkable turn my life
has taken. I always imagined I would become a merchant, setting up shop
somewhere in the narrow, dirty streets of London, or perhaps an adventurer,
sailing off to seek my fortune. I remain a servant, yet for the first time I
have my own lodging room, however small and cramped.

My
reward for long and loyal service as squire to Sir Walter has been this new
appointment, a position of great responsibility. The queen’s wardrobe is a
treasure store of priceless gold and jewels, as well as all her expensive
clothes and most valuable possessions. Such a senior post in the royal
household pays more than I have earned in my life and carries influence,
allowing me regular and privileged access to the queen.

I
resolve to become indispensable to her. High and mighty lords and dukes will
come and go, with their false concerns and self-serving advice, yet I will see
her every day, tending to her needs. I recall how she referred to Sir Walter as
one of the king’s most trusted men. That is what I wish to become; Queen
Catherine’s most trusted man.

óóó



About
the Author

 photo Owen Author Tony Riches_zpsc5sikbwc.jpg


Tony
Riches is a UK historical fiction author living in Pembrokeshire, Wales. You
can find out more on Tony’s website www.tonyriches.com and his blog ‘The
Writing Desk’ at www.tonyriches.co.uk.
Find him on Twitter @tonyriches. Owen – Book One of the Tudor Trilogy is
available in eBook and paperback on Amazon, where it is a #1 historical fiction
bestseller.  There is a short video
trailer for the book on YouTube http://youtu.be/ELH4IU5pxds



Contact
Links



Purchase
Links



RABT Book Tours & PR