Release Blitz & Giveaway: Systemic Siege by N. Isabelle Blanco

 

Title: Systematic Siege
Series: Siege #1
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2018
Blurb
Life separated us.
Destiny tied me to her.
Obsession drove me mad.
I knew they all hurt her. What I didn’t understand is
how deep . . .
Seven years ago, they ripped her from me—my father. The friends I made
at school. Jealousy drove all of those bastards into conspiring against us.
And they won.
I almost killed myself after losing her.
Now I live for only three things:
I will destroy everyone who hurt her.
I will find her.
I’ll become the biggest monster ever known to
accomplish those things.
I’m at the head of my father’s empire now. A corporate king. I’m ready
to finally put in place the plan I’ve been working on for years.
I’m ready to find my Lexi.
What I didn’t realize is that she had already found me.

 

Warning: this series is not for everyone. As the story progresses, dark
themes are explored that might be a trigger for some. Please read at your own
discretion. Definitely 18+. 

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Author Bio

N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything
else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.
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Cover Reveal: Accidentally Yours by Ilsa Ames

 

 

Title: Accidentally Yours
Author: Ilsa Ames
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Coverlüv Cover Designs

Release Date: November 5, 2018

 

Blurb
Possessive, dominant, undeniable.
She and I are strangers,
But there’s a billion-dollar inheritance at stake.
It’s simple: get fake-married, get the money.
But I don’t want her for a little while. I want her
for always.
It’s all supposed to
be pretend. Get fake married, have a kid, prove I can have a family, and I get
a billion-dollar inheritance from the father I always hated.
It’s all pretend,
until I say “I do”. And suddenly, I don’t want sweet, innocent, sassy little
June “just for now”. I want her forever.
We’re supposed to
play the part for the cameras and the lawyers. I’m not supposed to fall for
her. I’m not supposed to want her like this. I’m not supposed
to totally fucking lose myself in claiming her body, and possessing her, and
just wanting more of her.
We faked it at the
altar. But there’s no faking it in the bedroom. It’s all supposed to be
pretend. But once I get my hands on her, she’ll know I’m playing for keeps.
I’m her first. Oh,
and she’ll be my last. She’ll be my everything, forever, even if she doesn’t
know it yet.
This was all about
the money at first. Now, it’s all about her.
Accidentally
Yours is a full-length contemporary arranged-marriage romance. Hot, steamy, and
all the feels, with one extra-hot obsessed alpha hero. Safe, no cliffhanger,
and a guaranteed happy ever after!
Author Bio
Ilsa Ames
is two die-hard romance readers-turned-authors. Best friends, moms, secret (and
sometimes not so secret…) smut lovers, and crappy reality television
junkies.



Smokin’
hot, dominant alphas, smart, sassy heroines, & contemporary romance stories
to make you say “yes please!”. 

We hope you
enjoy!
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Blog Tour & Review: P.S. I Dare You by Winter Renshaw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Ms. Keane,

Before this ridiculous little arrangement commences, I’d like to make myself indubitably clear: I know who you are, I know that my father hired you, I know why my father hired you, and lastly, your services aren’t needed.

In fact, I want no part of my father’s billion-dollar empire, and him “gifting” me with one of the “best concierges in the county” won’t change that. He’s wasting his money. You’re wasting your time.

However, seeing as how you foolishly signed an ironclad contract with an Act of God clause and my father has strong-armed me into taking this position, it appears as though we’re stuck together—at least until your contract is up next month.

That said, our time together at WellesTech should be relatively painless but please don’t fool yourself into thinking I don’t notice when that pretty little stare lingers a little too long or the way your breath catches when our hands graze. You’re fascinated by me and it kills you because you can hardly stand to be in the same room as me.

Think I’m a problem worth solving? An impossible riddle worth figuring out? By all means, go ahead and try. Solve for X. Crack the code. It might even be fun (but only for me, not you).

V/r,

Calder Welles, II

P.S. I dare you.

 


That was … interesting.
I have to admit, I expected her to throw herself at me today. I expected tension so ripe, we’d have no choice but to act on it—especially since we went all of Friday without so much as exchanging a single word thanks to my father hijacking my schedule. But what I got was a girl who showed up, did exactly what I told her to do, and kept her hands to herself.
I’m not used to this—girls with self-restraint.
But it’s for the best.
Over the course of the past week, my life has become unrecognizable. Throwing a few more complications into the mix won’t help anything. And besides, if I fuck my assistant, that makes me no better than the man whose shoes I’m being forced to fill.
I’m better than that.
She’s better than that.
And I meant what I said—I don’t fuck girls I have to see every day.
“Closing up?” the security guard asks, looking up from his Spiderman comic.
I nod, heading back to my father’s office to grab summaries and lock the door. Five minutes later, I hit the pavement, opting to take the long way home. I haven’t been able to run all week and my muscles are screaming from too much sitting. My body wasn’t designed to be this sedentary.
Popping into a little Eastern medicine shop off Houston, I grab this miracle balm one of my Olympic skier friends told me about. I don’t know what the hell is in it, I just know it smells like nothing and works like magic the instant I rub it into my skin.
I leave the shop and hook a left, passing a trendy Japanese eatery across the street called Kaio, where their waitlist spans months because apparently pancakes shaped like sushi is the next hot thing. A small outdoor dining area is filled with patrons, and the benches outside hold even more, all of them patiently waiting, noses buried in their phones.
Crossing the street, I glance back at the restaurant once more when something catches my eye. Seated at a table for two on the patio is Aerin Keane and an exceptionally handsome gentleman in green scrubs.
I watch them long enough to see him smile, her laugh.
She reaches across the table and bats at his hand.
He rolls his eyes.
They look like they’ve known each other forever, completely comfortable in each other’s presence. Her shoulders are relaxed, his legs crossed.
So that’s why she was so adamant about us not sleeping together again—she has a boyfriend.
I smirk, rounding the corner and getting the hell away before I start to care again, only ten steps later, I’m in the presence of an overly excitable blonde with flailing arms running in my direction.
“Oh my God! Calder? Calder Welles, is that you?” Thessaly Thomas, a socialite-turned-reality-TV-star I foolishly stuck my dick into in my early twenties, practically wraps her entire body around me, nearly letting her mint green Birkin fall to the ground in the process. “I can’t believe it’s you! How are you? Ugh. You look so good. It isn’t fair. I swear you look even better than when we were dating and that’s saying a lot because …”
Dating?
We went on five dates.
I’d hardly call that dating.
And the only reason I knew it was five was because she went all out for our “one-month anniversary,” hiring some C-list band to give us a private concert on the rooftop of her father’s pool club in the Meatpacking District.
“What are you up to these days?” she asks, hand on her hip and smile on her face. Her forehead is smooth, glass-like. And her lips are much larger than I remember. “What’s new?”
She asks like it’s any of her business, like she cares. But I see that thirsty look in her eyes. Rejection does something to you. It makes you want the things you shouldn’t have, the things you can’t have.
“You’re looking good. CrossFit?” She smooths a palm down my arm.
Thessaly knows she can’t have me, and God, does she still want me even after all these years.
“I was just telling Raya—you remember Raya, right? About how you took me skiing in Vermont for our third date. Do you still have your plane?” she asks. “A Cessna, was it?”
Her phone chimes twice, and she lifts a finger before reading a quick text and typing back an even quicker response.
“Sorry about that.” She peers up at me through fake lashes the color of midnight, and she’s still wearing that same dopey grin. “I can’t believe I ran into you on Houston of all places. Do you live around here now? I’m still on Lexington.”
She rolls her eyes, like she’s ashamed to live in a two-thousand-square foot classic six bought and paid for by her parents the day she graduated from NYU.
Thessaly is still talking, though I’ve tuned her out. Something about a mutual friend who thought they saw me in Paris over the summer. It’s kind of crazy, but all my mind can think about in this moment is Aerin smiling with that fucking Dr. McDreamy-looking tool. Her hand on his. Her eyes lit. Her body at ease.
God, she’s so easy to be around—even if she hates me with every fiber of her classy little being.
She isn’t like Thessaly or the other women that tend to hurl themselves at me. Those women have desperation in their eyes, insecurity in their smiles, and diffidence in their demeanors.
They just want me to like them.
Aerin doesn’t.
And I’d be lying to myself if I said that didn’t make me feel some kind of way.
“We should do coffee or something sometime,” Thessaly says, her hand swatting at my arm. It’s like she needs every excuse she can get to touch me. “What are you doing right now? You have plans?”
“Yeah, today’s not good for me.”
She pouts her Kylie Jenner lips. “Your number still the same?”
Indeed. “Yeah.”
Her pout transforms and she rises on her toes. “Great. I’ll text you and we can figure something out. It was great running into you, Calder. Glad you’re doing well.”
How would she know? I couldn’t get a word in.
Thessaly runs her hand along my arm one more time before readjusting her Birkin over her left forearm and giving me one of those cutesy girl waves complete with a shoulder shrug.
I wave back before continuing on my way.
Good lord, that was painful.
Almost as painful as seeing Aerin on a date.

 

Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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Review

Aerin and Calder were an interesting mix of differences. Aerin is a strong independent woman with her job on her mind. Calder is a playboy and cares nothing for his father’s money. These two clash and the sparks of attraction fly with them. If you have enjoyed the other books in this series, you will like this story.

I received a copy of this book via Booksprout and am leaving a review.

4 Stars

Now Live! Criminal by Jane Henry and Loki Renard

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Synopsis

He’s everything I hate. And he’s going to break me.

I thought I could take the law into my hands. I was wrong.

When I trespassed in the territory of the FBI’s most wanted, I thought I’d earn respect, maybe even a promotion. Instead, I was caught.

He’s going to strip me of everything — my clothes, my pride, my limits. He’s going to make me endure shameful punishment and worse than that, pleasure.

I can’t help myself.

I’m falling in love with a monster.

Everything about him is just plain… criminal.

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Excerpt

He plays by no one’s rules but his own, and I fucking love it.

I took my life in my hands by putting myself at Colt’s mercy. He could have been a monster. He could have raped me. Killed me. And I walked right into his lair and told myself I was brave. But now? Now, this is a choice I make. I could tell them no, that they’re not going to humiliate me like this. I can retain my pride, walk away from this job and do something…normal. I could play by the rules.

And feel the fire within me ebb away a little every day. Say good-bye to my dreams. And…never know what it’s like to be punished over my man’s knees in front of another man.

My intellect is horrified.

My body thrums with the need to say fuck politically correct.

And isn’t that brave? Women have fought for years to retain their dignity, their autonomy. And this is my choice. I could walk away from this now and know I caved and did what I was supposed to instead of what I craved. And holy hell, do I want back on the force.

Colt stands, his eyes locked on mine. He shrugs out of his dress coat. The only sounds in the room are the silky glide of fabric as he takes his coat off, mingled with my heavy breathing. I glance at Rico. His gaze is dispassionate, his lips tucked in a firm, stern line. This man holds my future in his hands. My dreams. He’s giving me one last chance, and I’m not going to fuck this up. Then the sound of a belt clasp gets my attention, and my eyes fly back to Colt. One sharp tug, and the belt slithers ominously through the loops.

I stop breathing. I’m frozen in place, watching Colt coil the belt before he lays it on the floor. His eyes still on me, he deliberately unfastens his sleeve and rolls it up, revealing his strong, muscled forearm. When both sleeves are rolled up, a silent declaration that he has a job to do and that job is punishing my ass, he picks up the belt. I watch him fist the buckle and wrap the leather around his hand, leaving a short, sturdy leather strap. With his free hand, he grabs the back of a chair, and the legs scrape along the floor. He folds his huge, powerful frame onto the chair, his eyes locked on mine, and wordlessly points to his knee. I swallow, willing myself to breathe. To let this go.

To trust him.

He will not force me across his knee but wants me to put myself there. To prove to Rico that I’m doing this of my own volition. That I can handle this stab to my pride and submit myself to authority.

Can I?

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Dark Rivers (Witches Bane #2) by Morgan Brice

RELEASE BLITZ

Book Title: Dark Rivers (Witchbane #2)

Author: Morgan Brice

Publisher: Darkwind Press

Cover Artist: Lou Harper

Genre/s: Urban Fantasy, MM paranormal romance

Length: approx. 85 000 words

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Blurb

One hundred years ago, a sheriff’s posse killed dark warlock Rhyfel Gremory, but his witch-disciples escaped, and their magic made them nearly immortal. To keep their power, each year one of the witch-disciples kills a descendant of one of the men in the posse, a twelve-year cycle that has cost dozens of lives, including that of Seth Tanner’s brother, Jesse.

Seth uncovers the cycle of ritual killings that feeds the power of the witch-disciples, and he’s hell bent on getting vengeance for Jesse and stopping the murders. His fledgling romantic relationship with Evan Malone complicates his mission, but Seth can’t walk away. Seth and Evan are learning to navigate their partnership—as lovers and monster hunters—while they chase the next witch-disciple and avoid attracting the wrong kind of attention.

When the hunt takes Seth and Evan to Pittsburgh on the trail of the next killer, they’ll have to save the intended victim and take down the powerful witch. If the skills they possess and the bond between them isn’t enough, the evil will remain unchallenged, and more people will die…

 

Excerpt

“If the sun hasn’t set yet, and there’s no moon, where’s that blue glow coming from?”

Clouds covered the sky, blotting out the dull, late-afternoon sun, and the overhead branches dimmed the light even more. Yet beneath the trees, the snow reflected a twilight indigo, and the shadows all around beneath the trees seemed to have grown darker.

Seth wasn’t a medium, and he had no talent for seeing or hearing the dead. But his experiences hunting supernatural creatures attuned him to the presence of things that went bump in the night, and now he was certain that they weren’t alone.

“We mean you no harm,” Seth said to the blue glow and the empty forest around them. “We’re just looking for information about the witch. Can you help us?”

A sparkling haze gradually filled in between the leafless trees, and as it shifted on the wind, Seth thought he saw forms and faces. Evan was already laying down a salt circle around where they stood, reinforcing it with iron filings. Both substances interfered with ghosts’ ability to manifest and sapped their strength to cause harm.

“Seth, look.” Evan pointed toward the hanging tree. Where only moments ago, it had been nothing but bare branches, now, a shadowed form swung slowly, suspended by a rope around its neck, the head tilted at an unnatural angle.

“We’re here to end the killing,” Seth said, forcing himself to look away from the hanged man, pushing back the memories of Jesse’s body, suspended like that, soaked with blood. As if he could guess Seth’s thoughts, Evan placed a hand on Seth’s forearm, grounding him to the here and now. “We want to stop the witch that caused your pain, keep him from hurting anyone else.”

Overhead, a cold wind stirred the branches, and the trees creaked and rattled. Seth shivered as the temperature dropped. Figures now stood amid the headstones in the old cemetery, and their stance suggested that they were ready for a fight.

“Give me something I can use to stop the witch,” Seth begged the ghosts. “He went by many names—Thane. Carmody. Brunrichter. Wiegand. Whatever he called himself—we want to make him stop.”

The wind carried the whispers of spectral voices, and the blue mist roiled with internal energy. Evan yanked off his gloves, then withdrew a small slate writing board and a piece of chalk from the pocket of his parka. As Seth continued to talk to the ghosts, he saw out of the corner of his eye as Evan carefully drew one of the sigils he’d been practicing, a bit of rote magic that was likely to come in handy.

Seth feared they might need to fight their way clear since the ghosts seemed more interested in intimidation than supplying information.

Seth’s eyes widened as he saw movement. An invisible hand traced shaky block letters on a snow-covered embankment beside the road. W-A-T-C-H.

“Watch?” Seth repeated aloud. “Watch out?  Watch for something?”

He could feel the press of spirits all around them, and Seth remembered that the ghosts of Blue Mist Road had a reputation for being unfriendly to intruders. Whatever their cryptic message meant, Seth had the feeling they had worn out their welcome.

The mist grew thick around them. Seth realized that the ominous figures from the cemetery had moved closer and that the hanged man was no longer suspended from his noose. He and Evan were safe for the moment within the salt circle, but they were also trapped inside their sanctuary.

“Ready?” Evan asked. He’d been practicing the small magicks that involved drawing arcane symbols and activating them with concentration; those had come more easily to him than the spoken spells Seth had learned. Seth recognized the drawing Evan made on the slate and hoped to hell the banishment sigil worked.

“Go for it,” he said, crossing his fingers.

Evan closed the last line on the sigil and placed his fingertips on the magical symbol, imbuing it with his will and life energy. The drawing flared gold and then white, so bright Seth and Evan had to avert their eyes as a blast wave of light radiated all around them.

When they opened their eyes, the blue mist and the spirits it harbored were gone, as was the writing in the snow.

“Come on,” Seth said, grabbing Evan by the arm and pulling him toward the truck. “Let’s get out of here before they decide to come back.

 

 

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Look for her other books—Witchbane, Burn (a Witchbane novella #1.5 ), and Badlands.

 

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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Until Cobi by Aurora Rose Reynolds

 

 

Title: Until Cobi

Series: Until Him #3

Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Sara Eirew

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Nathan Van Dyken

Release Date: November 27, 2018

 

Blurb
Cobi Mayson knows exactly who Hadley is to him the moment he
sees her for the very first time. That doesn’t mean it will be easy for him to
convince her to take a chance on him.
Hadley Emerson knows she could fall hard and fast for a guy like Cobi. A man
who seems to show up every time she needs him, but she knows better than to
just hand over her heart.

Knowing his future with Hadley is on the line, Cobi begins to tie their lives
together. As the invisible rope that connects them tightens and things between
them heat up, an unknown threat emerges threatening to take away their happily
ever after and send them both into darkness.

 

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Author Bio
Aurora Rose
Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her,
Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.
Her writing
career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in
her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her
stories with readers all over the world.
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Release Blitz + Review: Truth by Trilina Pucci

 

Title: Truth
Series: Sinful #1
Author: Trilina Pucci
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2018

 

Blurb
Drew
It
was a tryst.
A
sin swallowed down by desire.
That’s
what I tell myself.
But
my body isn’t the only part that
aches
for him now.
I
sold my soul.
Now
my heart is a slave to the devil.
Dominic King.
He
unveiled the taboo,
illuminating
my lie
and
unexpectedly stole my heart.
But
I walked away.
Dominic
Lust
is my religion.
She
became my sanctuary.
If
it’s forgiveness she seeks
the
price just doubled.
And
she’ll pay it bound at my feet.
I
gave her pain for pleasure.
Her truth.
Now
I’ll make her beg me for more.

 

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Excerpt
“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear,
he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go
as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand
finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each
before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo
on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow
from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up
to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest
pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you
after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist,
walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a
surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem”
bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get.
I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you.
Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be
enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression
mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His
words leave little room for debate.
“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s
lost his mind.  
“It restricts access…” crossing his arms he grins, waiting
for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.”
He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club.
Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet
pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me but I take
all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own
private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling
this man up.  
“You realize the longer you take the harsher the punishment.
I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”  
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock
adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off
myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive,
amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle
strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to
panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I’m so hot, I don’t know which outcome
I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my
right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out
where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Three.” Son-of-a-bitch.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper it finally comes loose and
I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.  
“One.”
Author Bio
Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she
isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels
that titillate and excite her readers.
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Review

Drew is a workaholic with only her friend Gretchen for company. Gretchen encourages her to find that special someone so she won’t be alone. The search for the right man leads to many duds. Drew meets Dominic at his club the Church. The attraction between these two was instant and hot. Will Drew be able to let her guard down for Dominic? Will Dominic be able to forgive her? A smoking hot romance with elements of BDSM.

5 Stars