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Choosing You is Live!!! 

✅Straight up contemporary romance.

✅Very unique storyline never read before

✅All the feels #IStillFeelIt

✅Swoon worthy Alpha Male #HeIsADoctor

✅Beautifully written.

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Reviews

Choosing Us Book One

In this book we get Aiden’s back story of childhood heart break and struggles. Aiden and his wife are having issues and a new nanny is hired for their 3 kids. This is a story that will hit you with all the feels. I couldn’t wait to read the conclusion to this duet.

4 Stars

Choosing You Book Two

Dr. Aiden Pierce is in a dark place and broken when he meets the nanny for his kids named Camilla. Get ready for all the feels with this beautiful conclusion to the duet. M will break your heart and then put it back together again.

4 Stars

Release Blitz & Review: Callum’s Hell by V.F. Mason

Callum’s Hell by V.F. Mason is available now!
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She knew no chaos…until I claimed her.

She was a florist.
He was a serial killer.

She created beauty.
He created chaos.

She belonged to nature.
He belonged to the underworld.

She was an angel.
He was the devil.

She wanted to escape.
He trapped her instead.

They played a dangerous game with their lives at stake.
Where the winner took it all and the loser burned in hell.

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EXCERPT:

They say obsessions and insanity go hand-in-hand, but I have another theory.
Possession and desire go hand-in-hand, because they create such deep insanity a man is willing to eliminate everything and everyone in his way to get to what he wants.
I flick my fingers and knock two pawns from the chessboard, ready to strike again.
By the time this is done, there will be no one but the queen left standing.

About the Author:
V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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Review

Callum and Giselle were perfect opposites. Callum is a anti-hero serial killer. Giselle is a woman of light and goodness. The sex was hot, the plot engaging and kept my interest throughout the story. A really great read for dark romance fans. 

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

5 Stars

Release Blitz & Review: Daddy’s Little Librarian by Maren Smith

 

 

She needs him to keep her safe. He doesn’t need her at all, but when it comes to wanting… oh now, wanting is a different matter entirely.

Daddy’s Little Librarian Maren Smith … NOW OUT!

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BLURB:

An ex-cop sent to prison for something he didn’t do, Kurt Doyle knows from experience that nothing good ever happens on a Monday. So when his Grams hooks him up with a friend in need of a bodyguard, he knows better than to get involved… until the Little in Scotti Moore provokes the dominant Daddy in him. She’s small, she’s sweet, she’s innocent. She’s almost more trouble than she’s worth, and she’s a librarian, for crying out loud. But she needs his protection, and even if she is everything he wants, he knows the last thing she needs is a man that brings more trouble.

 

 

EXCERPT:

Now she really couldn’t sleep.

Picking at Bat Bear now instead of her blanket, Scotti asked, “Is there someone out there missing you because you’re sleeping here?”

“Grams has late-night TV to keep her company,” he said. “She’ll be fine.”

“No, I mean someone like me.”

“I already told you, I’ve never done this before. You’re my only client. Go to sleep, Scotti.”

“No,” she persisted. “I mean, do you have someone… like me.”

“People who just get out of prison don’t get the luxury of having somebody,” he said. “They get to get their lives back together first.” His tone dropped into those low notes of warning that she was starting to recognize as preceding a threat to her sitting abilities. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

She closed her eyes, but her mind wouldn’t quiet, and so they only drifted open again a few seconds later. “You did have someone, though, right?” she asked, and even though he sighed again, added, “Someone like me? Once upon a time?”

“Scotti…”

“But you’re too good a Daddy not to have had somebody!” she protested.

She could practically feel the waves of disapproval rolling off him and that frustrated her. She was just asking a question. That he wouldn’t answer and satisfy this one niggling curiosity was killing her! He’d jumped on the Daddy train without her saying one word; there had to be a past Little out there who, once upon a pre-prison time, had looked up to this aggravating lout and felt safe because she was his.

Or maybe the Little was a boy?

“Was your Little a guy?” she asked. “Is that why you don’t want to talk about it? I’m not a mean person. I promise I don’t kink shame or judge.”

He sat up again. “Do you need a hot butt?” he asked, evenly.

“No, but—”

“Two,” he said sternly.

That stopped her. Her tummy and her butt both tightened sharply at the threat, but that minute tightening didn’t last beyond the knee-jerk shock of hearing it. “You can’t start at two,” she grumbled. “It’s illegal to start at two. What happened to one?”

“One was on the stairs earlier tonight when you sprayed me in the face with that female crap.”

“But that was hours ago! You can’t just pick up where you left off, you have to start over every time!”

Kicking back his blankets, he got up off the floor.

“How high do you count?” she asked in increasing nervousness as he came back around to her side of the bed.

“Nowhere near high enough to help you now,” he said, stripping the blanket back off her.

“No!” She all but threw Bat Bear in her haste to get away, but he caught the back of her neck before she could do more than roll onto her tummy. “No!” She scrambled to get her hands and knees up under her.

He killed her flight instantly when he said, “Fight me and I’ll use my belt.”

About Maren Smith

Coffee fanatic, human mom to four adorable furbabies, I am an International and USA Bestselling author of more than 160 titles over the last 25 years. I love writing contemporary, historical, science fiction/fantasy, paranormal, romantic comedy and steampunk romances.

I also write under the pennames of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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Review

Kurt was in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. Now he’s out and his grandma wants him to take an assignment for bodyguard to a client. Scotti is in danger from her ex but no one believes her. She is a librarian. This story involves age play as Kurt is a Dominant and Scotti is a Little. A really cute story that I enjoyed reading. 

4 Stars

Release Blitz: Darkest Deeds by Cora Kenborn

Title: Darkest Deeds
Series: Cavalieri Della Morte
Author: Cora Kenborn
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 16, 2019
Cover Design: Jay Aheer – Simply Defined Art

No one is innocent in the eyes of the Cavalieri Della Morte. 
If your name ends up on my list, your time is up.
NO REGRETS. NO MERCY. NO CONSCIENCE.
UNTIL THE ENEMY BECOMES MY TWISTED OBSESSION.
Two days ago, I paid a price to fulfill a vendetta. Twenty minutes ago, I threw it all away.
Stolen in the night. Held against her will. Bound to a monster.
I came to take her life but claimed it instead.
I warn her not to trust men with sin on their lips and ice in their veins.
She cautions me not to be deceived by my own eyes.

NEITHER OF US LISTENS.
What started out as a quest for retribution has become a game of survival.
They say three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.
Challenge accepted.
International bestselling author Cora Kenborn writes twisted romances about damaged bad boys and feisty heroines. From her sexy dark romances to her laugh out loud romcoms, Cora promises her readers a happily ever after, although she’ll take them on an emotional roller coaster before handing it over.

A Southern girl from North Carolina, Cora says “y’all” way too much and has a lifelong addiction to sweet tea. She refuses to “adult” without coffee, thinks pajamas are acceptable daywear, and considers note-taking during true crime shows to be perfectly normal. Cora spends any free time she has avoiding laundry and convincing her family that microwaving Hot Pockets counts as cooking dinner.

Oh, and autocorrect thinks she’s obsessed with ducks.
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Release Blitz: F-Bomb by Lani Lynn Vale

You murder a man, and all of a sudden people are scared of
you.
Slate Solis went from being a guy that people went to in
times of need to an ex-con that people crossed the street to avoid being too
close to.
He knows he’s done wrong, but out of all of his sins, only
one really bothers him—coveting thy neighbor’s wife.
Harleigh Belle—the cute little lady that never gives him a
second glance.
After seeing her for the first time while he was in prison,
she’s stayed on his mind for three long years. Each time she comes in to visit
with her friend on family day, he can’t help but stare.
Then the day comes that he’s set free, and he’s almost
disappointed that he’ll never see her again.
Except fate has different plans.
He hasn’t been back in his house for more than three hours
when he sees her.
Harleigh Belle in all her glory…oh, and her husband that is
everything Slate isn’t.
He tells himself that her being fifty feet away from him,
all day every day, is a complete coincidence. 
One that he shouldn’t take
advantage of. The more time passes, the harder it gets to stay away. Until one
day, and one very ill-timed thunderstorm, ruin everything.
Who knew that baby-making-weather was a real thing?
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Lani Lynn Vale is a USA Today Bestselling Author of
over thirty titles. She is married with three children, two dogs, two cats, a
donkey, and a couple (a couple also meaning over twenty) chickens.
When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up
in her favorite chair reading.
Lani is married with three children and lives in the
Great State of Texas.

Chapter Reveal: Broken Princess by Loki Renard


One day she will rule, but first she must be broken.

Locked away in her tower, Princess Aya spent years hiding from the truth as her people suffered terribly under her uncle’s tyrannical reign. Now she will pay the shameful price for her silence…

Awakened by the cries of the oppressed, Kazriel will not rest until things are made right. But putting Aya on the throne is only the beginning. Before he allows her to rule, the princess must be stripped bare and mastered so thoroughly she will never forget how it feels to be powerless.

Naked, bound, and at his mercy, she will scream and beg as her helpless, quivering body is put on display and tormented with pain and pleasure, then claimed so publicly she may never stop blushing. She is not just going to be humbled, punished, and ravaged. She is going to be broken.

Publisher’s Note: Broken Princess includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Prologue

GUILTY

The word tolled from a thousand throats like a bell. It resonated through Aya’s tender frame, her silky soft skin turning to a myriad of bumps of fear as the energy of those voices passed over and through her.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trembling fingers clasping at the fine silk of her gown. Those who denounced her wore scraps of cloth and threadbare cloaks of wool, but their voices were clear, and they rang with truth.

GUILTY

The word was intoned with a collective gravity which chilled the princess to her core. They did not shriek the words. They barely shouted them. She would rather have faced a screaming mob than this civilian intensity which sunk into her bones and made her wish she could curl up on herself and simply disappear.

“I didn’t know!” She tried to argue, her soft voice carried away by the wind. “I couldn’t have known…”

GUILTY

Three times the pronouncement rang out from the mouths of the people. Her fate was sealed. The word shot into her heart and made it pound with abject fear. She could not be guilty. A princess could never be guilty, not ever. A princess was above the law.

The gaze of the peasants was shameful enough, but it was the least of her concerns. She felt a much more powerful stare on her. Celestial green eyes swept over her and it was as if she was entirely naked though she remained clothed. The people were common, but he was not. He was more than royal. He was the one creature in all the world who could be said to rule over a princess. More than a king.

She looked into the eyes of Kazriel and met a gaze which was not meant to be incarnate. He did not merely see the surface of her. He saw everything. Every thought. Every hope. Every desire. Her mind rebelled at finding itself prematurely laid bare. Perhaps after death she might have found herself judged, but there had never been any indication that a wayward princess like pretty Aya might find herself called to answer before the guardian of justice.

“I didn’t know…”

Her voice was as soft as her excuse was weak.

“You knew.”

His voice was deep, and not unkind. He spoke with the voice of the world, with the grinding of stones and the growing of trees. His voice was not merely sound, it was a resonance which touched every part of her and made her tremble with the guilt she had long denied and now could not.

“I had no choice…”

Again she tried to argue her way out of what was to come. She could not have known what the guardian had in store for her, but she sensed that it would be enough to make amends – and there were so very many amends to be made. She cowered in fear of the consequences as much as at the great beast of a god who stood before her, taller, broader, stronger, perfectly masculine in the carved planes of his body, human ideal made flesh.

He reached out. She flinched away. His touch would not bring comfort. She knew what she deserved. She knew what he would do to her. She knew that the fine garments protecting her from the eyes surrounding her would not remain intact much longer. She knew shame awaited, a shame she might never recover from.

But this was not her fault. She had only been trying to do what everyone else was trying to do: survive.

Perhaps she had been doing it differently from those who now stood in collective judgement of her, but that was an accident of birth. She had no more chosen to be a princess than any of the commoners around her had decided to be peasants. Why didn’t this creature who held her prisoner understand that?

She had begged for this chance to plead her case to the people, so certain that they would pardon her. But there was no pardon on their lips, and there was no mercy in their gazes. She would take the punishment. All of it. And they would be witness to it, from the scribes who would write this into the history books, to the common men who would tell the story to their sons so it may be told to all sons thereafter.

Princess Aya swallowed the lump in her throat and faced her destiny.

“Very well,” she murmured, a touch more rebellion than was wise entering her tone. “Do your worst.”

A soft chuckle escaped Kazriel. “My worst? Princess, you would not survive a fraction of my worst.”

She clamped her lips together and did not reply, but her look said everything. She had survived more than he could imagine, and she could take more than the guardian could inflict. It was a curse even he could not lift.

It was beginning.

Harsh ropes wrapped around her wrists and drew them high above her head, making her body stretch before the crowds. They would see through the sheer of her robe. They would make out the curve of her body, the lines of her most intimate places.

She heard the sound of hundreds of people looking at her, an intense, focused silence which made her every hair prickle at attention.

He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. He was so tall, powerful beyond compare. She reacted to him on a visceral level. He called to more than her flesh. He called to her soul.

“Guilty,” he said, his hand running up the inside of her thighs, his fingers moments away from making contact with the virginal core of her.

“Do you repent, princess?”

Aya turned her eyes on him. She was so small in comparison. So weak. Her brown gaze was of earth, unlike his eyes which were iridescent with power. She could have said so many things in that moment. She could have apologized. She could have begged for forgiveness. She could have declared herself reformed. Instead, she took refuge in the haughtiness of her station and stared down the deity she had been worshipping since she was forced into the world by birth.

“I repent nothing.”

It’s just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone’s house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she’d had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently.

Release Blitz: Choosing You by Monica Robinson

RELEASE BLITZ

CHOOSING YOU: BOOK TWO
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
COVER MODEL WESTON BOUCHER
COVER DESIGN HEATHER MOSS

A single glance. 

A fleeting moment. 


A solitary touch could make everything worth it. 


This was my breaking point. 


This was where I lost myself completely. 


I did the only thing that made sense. 


The only thing I had left to give. 


I begged her…

To take me with her.










Before I knew what was happening, I blinked, and I was suddenly sitting in my car. Aimlessly staring out the windshield with a bottle of Jack gripped tightly in my grasp. There was nothing left of me, just a hollow shell of a man slouched over in the driver’s seat. One leg hanging out the open door with the other firmly pressed on the brake pedal. My weighted-down head bobbed side to side, trying to remain conscious as I chugged yet another swig of the fiery burning liquor. Welcoming the sting as it soared down my throat. Except I didn’t feel a fucking thing other than the agonizing pain that had taken over my being. Not even the whiskey could make that go away.

USA Today Bestselling Author of Keeping her Under The Mistletoe, Lost Boy, El Santo, El Pecador, Ends Here, Keeping Her Wet, Road to Nowhere, El Diablo, The Good Ol’ Boys Standalone Series, The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, and Two Sides.

M. Robinson loves her readers more than anything! They have given her the title of the ‘Queen of Angst.’ She loves to connect with her following through all her social media platforms and also through email! Please keep in touch in her reader group VIP on Facebook, if she’s not in there than she is on Instagram.

She lives in Brandon Fl with the love of her life, her lobster, and husband Bossman. They have two German shepherd mixes, a gordito Wheaten Terrier and a user Tabby cat. She is extremely close to her family, and when she isn’t living the cave life writing her epic love stories, she is spending money shopping. Anywhere and everywhere. She loves reading and spending time with her family and friends whenever she can.

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