Adriana Locke - The Perception - Sale Blitz

Title: The Perception

Series: The Exception #2

Author: Adriana Locke

Release Date: Feb 28, 2015

There is no greater burden than a secret, and Kari Stanley has been carrying one alone for a long time. But fate intervenes in the form of a broken down car and the kind offer of assistance from a handsome stranger with a sweet, southern drawl. In exchange, all she has to do is go to dinner with him. Temptation was never so sweet.

Max Quinn has secrets of his own. His good deeds aren't just a product of his southern upbringing; they're his atonement. As one dinner turns into two, he realizes that Kari just might be his salvation.

As they struggle to find their path together, their secrets weigh heavier on them. Will they be able to trust one another with the truth, or will their secrets keep them apart forever?

This book CAN be read as a stand-alone novel.

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Prologue

Max

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

I spotted a woman standing in front of her car a few spots from mine in the parking lot. Her head in her hands, she stared at the front of her vehicle. I just finished my meeting and really wanted to go back home, but I couldn’t leave a woman stranded in the heat. 

Not with a clear conscience. 

And not with an ass like that.

“Somethin’ wrong?” I asked, shutting my truck door behind me and walking slowly towards the brunette. 

She turned her head and a smile slowly spread across her pretty face. She stood, wiping her hands down the sides of her green workout shorts. Her body was lean and tight and I wanted to run my hands all over it.

She was little as hell, probably a good foot shorter than my 6’2” frame. Her tight white tank top showcased her breasts in the best way possible. Her hair was piled on top of her head, strands sticking to the back of her neck. 

Her smile grew wider as I made my way across the parking lot. Sweat dotted her smooth, tanned skin and she wiped her brow with the back of one hand.

The beauty raised her eyebrows, her green eyes lighting up.  “My car won’t start.” She ran her gaze down my body, making little effort to conceal the fact that she liked what she saw. 

That makes two of us.

I flashed her a smile and cleared my throat. I needed to focus, but that was easier said than done. The last thing I wanted to do was come across like Cane, my friend with no couth.

“What seems to be the problem?” I unlatched the hood and raised it open.

“I turned the key and got nothing but a buzzing sound,” she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her. 

I looked up, the movement catching my attention, and my gaze landed right on her chest. 

“What are you looking at?” she asked cheekily.

“Nothin’ you shouldn’t be proud of.”

Hi!

I’m Adriana Locke, author of The Exception Series and two standalone novels, Sacrifice and Wherever It Leads. My next story is set to be released in September 2016.

Living in Indiana, I’m a true Midwestern. Life, for me, is about family, faith, and food. I spend a large amount of time playing with my four unruly sons, three cats, two dogs, and a bird that chirps constantly.

I run on lots of coffee and sticky kisses. I love sunshine, candy, random quotes, and steamy bad boys in fantastic books.

I’m on nearly every social media platform. Please find me on the ones you frequent – I love chatting with readers!

Thank you for visiting! I look forward to hearing from you!

xo,

Addy

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Amy Vanessa Miller - Say When - Release Blitz

Title: Say When

Series: Markson Grove #2

Author: Amy Vanessa Miller

Release Date: Aug 16, 2016

Every single part of me is his and every single part of him is mine.

But we’re broken...

Emilia Davenport and Oliver Paxton have always had a unique kind of love. It blossomed during childhood and has only grown stronger through the years. They thought they were indestructible, so they promised each other forever.

When someone they trust rips their world apart unexpectedly, both Emmy and Ollie desperately attempt to salvage what’s left of their once unwavering love. What remains is nothing like it used to be – it’s dark and hateful and broken beyond repair.

A new start at Hudson University is exactly what they need, but new friendships prove to hinder rather than fix. Forever just might not be a part of their equation anymore.

Maybe love isn’t enough.

Maybe it never was.

**May be read as a standalone**

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“I’m done,” she said with disgust, moving toward the door. 

“Where are you going?” I called out after her.

“I’m leaving you.” 

I followed her, attempting to grab her arm to hold her back. “Emmy, she’s a nobody. She was grinding against me. I didn’t even give her the time of day. She kissed my neck a few times…that’s all.” 

“And you let her!” Emmy growled, turning abruptly and punching me in the mouth so hard that it drew blood.

I stared at her in shock, bringing my fingers to my fast swelling lip. I slowly wiped away the blood seeping out of the cut. Did she honestly just hit me because I let a girl grind on me? How the fuck did she figure she’d have the right to go there after everything she’d done to me? 

Fucking bitch.

I shoved her hard, slamming her body onto the bed behind her. She let out a gasp as the air escaped her lungs from the impact. I quickly climbed on top of her and pinned her down.

She writhed beneath me.

“You’re mine,” she hissed as she struggled to break free.

“And you’re mine,” I said just as possessively. 

“Forever,” she added. 

“Yes,” I assured her.

I stared into her eyes as she stared back at me. I couldn’t be sure if I wanted to hit her or to fuck her. I didn’t know which urge was more prominent. But the moment sex occurred to me I began to feel my cock stirring in my pants and I knew that fucking was the dominating urge. 

I ripped open her pajama top, scattering the buttons all around us at the same moment that she slammed her mouth onto mine. I yanked off her panties and without hesitation, crashed into her, claiming what was mine and making her feel every ounce of my contempt toward her. 

She groaned, throwing her head back as she allowed her body to submit to me. We fucked hard, panting and groaning through our need. 

I lifted her up off the bed and positioned her in a way that she was straddling me while I continued to thrust angrily into her. She held me as close as she possibly could, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly, as I continued to fuck her without conviction. I pounded every ounce of anger I was feeling toward her. I was beyond pissed, and with every angry thrust, she was made aware of just how much. She grasped my hair and pulled it hard as she reached her climax. I began to fuck her faster and even harder than before, bringing myself to my final moment as well. 

And then, after it was all over, we collapsed onto the bed together gasping for air and struggling for words. That was dark, and far beyond anything we’ve ever done to each other before.

I reached for her face to stroke it softly but she instantly turned away. “Off,” she whispered quietly. 

“Emmy,” I began to protest but she cut me off quickly. 

“I said we’re off!” she growled.

Amy Vanessa Miller resides in a small and cozy town in the most northern region of New Brunswick, Canada, where cold and snow takes over for nearly eight months of the year. She is married to a loving and supportive man whom she’d be lost without; they have one handsome son together.

When she isn’t being mom and wife, or working at her day job, Amy can be found either curled up on the couch with a good book, writing imaginary characters for others to fall in love with, or binge watching television shows on Netflix.

Say When is her second published novel.

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Kristen Luciani - Joint Venture - Cover Reveal

Title: Joint Venture

Series: Venture #4

Author: Kristen Luciani

Release Date: Aug 29, 2016

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Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash-sexy club singer Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-security prison. 

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

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I’m a starving man. Get your delicious ass over here so I can feast on you.

Mmm, yes. The come hither text. Pun intended. Exactly what Lisa needed… a few steamy hours with Danny’s hot body plastered on top of her writhing one. It was a necessary diversion to close the book on this week. And after that? Vodka. Anything to numb her mind. She’d tried to focus, holed up at the office, crunching numbers until her eyes grew bleary and bloodshot, all with the hope she could ignore the painful reality that reared its ugly head every time her mother established contact.

Sex was about the only thing she was willing to offer since her emotional state was about as stable as a one-legged elephant walking a tightrope. Her story wasn’t unique – deadbeat dad took off with a busty blond mistress, leaving his wife and daughter to pick up the jagged pieces of their once-happy lives. Yep, relationships equated to devastation, and carnal urges always trumped romance.

Ding!

The elevator door creaked open and she almost choked on her next breath. Holy crap on a cracker. The tiny enclosure was graced by the presence of a single passenger who could only be described as Eros personified. She allowed her eyes to rake the length of his muscular body with the ferocity of a tiger stalking its prey. Danny who?

Tall with thick, dark hair, sinful lips, and an amazing ass – that last observation courtesy of the mirrors flanking him on all sides. A tight, white T-shirt clung to his broad chest and her fingers tightened around the handle of her laptop bag, itching to trace every last ripple. Sweet Jesus, she needed to get laid.

His gaze never left the phone in his hand as she stepped inside. And damn, it was a huge, powerful hand. The other one was tucked into the front pocket of his low-rise, hip-skimming black jeans but good Lord, it would feel so nice burrowed somewhere else.

Her pulse throbbed as the car sailed toward the lobby much too quickly for her liking. A few more seconds and Adonis would wander out of her life forever, not that it mattered. His face was a mask of indifference; it never once shifted, nor did his eyes wander in her direction. Must be a model, and a gay one at that. She’d run into more than her fair share on this very elevator since one of the top agencies on the West Coast occupied a floor of the building. But she’d still give her right arm for another few seconds to indulge in the X-rated fantasies looping through her lust-tinged mind. Maybe her left arm, too.

A sudden and powerful lurch rocketed her against the back wall. She gripped the handrail, heart thundering in her chest. The lights flickered tauntingly until everything faded to blackness. What the fu--?

She blinked a few times, eyes struggling to focus. Shallow breaths escaped her lips. They were stuck in a metal box that weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds, suspended by cables that could snap at any second—Dammit! Why hadn’t she taken the stairs? Another jerk made her stomach clench. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whimpered, clutching the rail. “I don’t want to die. Not tonight.”

“Big plans?”

“Don’t talk! You’ll use up all the oxygen.” A lump formed in her throat, each gulp of air harder and harder to pull into her lungs. Beads of perspiration formed on the back of her neck, chest tight. What if they didn’t know there were people in the elevator? And how would they get help? It was too dark to see the alarm button—

She let out a bloodcurdling scream as the car dropped what felt like a hundred feet before it yanked back upward. Elevator cables weren’t like bungee cords. There was no slack. They just snapped.

A small bright light revealed a lazy smile and deep-set eyes that could singe her insides under normal circumstances, when she wasn’t a few feet away from meeting certain fiery death at the bottom of an elevator shaft. “Relax. Just hit the alarm button.”

Teeth chattering, she shook her head. “I’m too scared to move.”

He jabbed the button and nothing. No response, except the palpitations that assaulted her heart.

Tears formed in her eyes, her breathing ragged. “It’s not working. We’re going to die in here. They’ll be too late to save us. Nobody knows we’re even in here!” She clutched her chest, squinting in the light emitted by his phone. “I’m having a fucking heart attack. I’m going to die in an elevator. God only knows if they’ll be able to recognize our mangled bodies after the crash.” The golf ball-sized lump morphed into a grapefruit with the pass of each agonizing second. “Why aren’t you talking?” she shouted.

“You told me not to.”

“So why did you listen? I’m clearly hysterical!”

“Clearly.”

Her hands grew clammy, sweat now drizzling down her back. This was it. No sex. No vodka. Just impending death. “I need to get to a hospital,” she choked. “I’m too young to survive a heart attack. I won’t make it!”

The phone light faded and they were once again immersed in blackness.

Lisa let out a gasp. “What happened to the—”

Soft, yet demanding lips pressed against hers, extinguishing all coherent thought. Sweet, sugary, bubble gum flavored lips. Strong hands caressed the sides of her face, stroking the loose strands of hair now matted to her neck. Tiny shivers danced across her damp skin as the coiling warmth of his tongue probed and plundered her eager mouth. Oh Lord, they must already be dead because this was heaven… a better one than she’d ever dreamed.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Overhead light illuminated the elevator car, the motor roaring back to life. But his mouth was so insistent that she could do nothing other than comply with its very wanton wishes. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him close, longing to feel his—

Ding! It was the one sound that could break the intoxicating spell. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and strode through the elevator doors as they opened without so much as a backward glance. No effing way. Lisa Embry was not one to be ignored.

“Hey!” she sputtered as she followed, still breathless. “What the hell was that? You can’t just go around assaulting random helpless women!”

“You’re far from helpless. Besides, I didn’t hear any complaints when I had you pinned against the wall. Maybe you need to have a chat with that tongue of yours… and some of the other body parts that were edging in on the action.” He turned, a wicked gleam reflected in his alluringly deviant eyes.

“Whaat?” Her stilettos clicked on the marble floor as she stomped toward him. “You’re a disgusting pig. I panicked, you saw an opportunity and took it.” Two could play that insidious little game. Standing down, her lips curled into a smirk. “Poor thing. Are you really that desperate?”

“That’s supposed to be a rhetorical question, right?”

Her fists clenched at her sides, twitching, aching to knock that smug look off his beautiful face. “You’re a real asshole. Who the hell do you think you are?”

A cocky smile appeared, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. “I just prevented a heart attack. Call me God.”

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…

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Carey Heywood - Why Lie? - Cover Reveal

Title: Why Lie?

Author: Carey Heywood

Release Date: Sept 12, 2016

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Why Lie?

People here think they know me.

They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos.

I am so much more.

I thought you saw that.

So, I let you in.

You made it easy to fall for you.

Turns out I was the only one falling.

I hope you're happy.

No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with 13 books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-manner citizen, Carey spend her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters.

Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, their nine-pound attack Yorkie and their needy Ninja cat.

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Scott Hildreth - The Gun Runner - Blog Tour

Title: The Gun Runner

Author: Scott Hildreth

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mafia Romance, Military Romance, and Erotic Romance

Release Date: Aug 8, 2016

The first book in a seductive new series from Scott Hildreth, the #1 Amazon bestselling author of BRAWLER and HARD CORPS. 

Tripp

Once, I took down terrorists on the front lines as a marine.

Now I'm in the business of bad.

I've sold guns to people others might not approve of.

I've eliminated the criminals, the lowlifes and the thugs who've tread on my turf.

And I looked the Sicilian Mafia boss in the eye and told him to f*** off.

No one tells me no, unless it's their last word.

I didn't just act the part of bad—I lived it. Then she stumbled into my life.

I tried to stay away from her. Tried focusing on moving my merchandise. But one smile from Terra was like a shot to the heart.

She's mine now. And no one threatens what's mine.

Terra 

I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.

I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.

Until I met him.

I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.

I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my needfor him, overrode my logic.

Now I love him.

If he finds out who I am, we're done and I'll be nothing.

I never wanted to be the Mafia princess they tried to make me, but mia familia had other plans. And what mia familia wants…it gets.

Only Michael Tripp can save me.

Tripp and Terra's story continues in Book Two of Mafia Made, The Game Changer.

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How to sum up this book & my reaction to it??? Hmmmm .....

Seriously, how can you not flove a Scott Holdreth book?? This book doesn't disappoint at all. It is filled with love. laughs, and an uber schmexy alpha man!!

Tripp is a man that is making a good living for himself after being in the military for years. He is now running a company and employs other former military men. His business isn't the typical business ..... he buys guns and sells them to those that he feels are going to use the guns to right a wrong. Tripp is a man that has strict rules for his life and doesn't do relationships.

Terra is a young woman that has been sheltered her entire life. She is the quintessential Mafia princess who dates only Italians that her father won't have a problem with. However, she hasn't met someone yet that she can't stop thinking about, dreaming of ..... and then there was the incident at the Starbucks with the man that saved her. Suddenly, everything changed.

Suddenly there are these two people that can't stop thinking of each other, however they have no way of contacting the other person. The only thing they can do is hope to bump into each other. Little do they know, they both have secrets

Make sure you grab this amazing book!!!

Born In San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and six children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen romance and erotica novels, his three book series through Harlequin is due to start release with the first book in summer 2016.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing.

Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.

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