Thursday, February 22, 2018

Baby Maker by P. Dangelico

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Stella Donovan’s biological clock is a ticking time bomb.
The successful financial manager has spent her adult life building a career and neglecting her personal life. Problem is, she doesn’t believe in marriage. Not after watching her mother be treated like garbage by her father. Nope, marriage is not for her. All she wants is a baby. All she needs is a man to agree to her terms.
Dane Wylder, recently retired NFL tight end and future Hall of Famer, wants a baby.
Naturally, marriage is off the table. He’s not the marrying type. Women are great––as long as they’re trying to get into his bed and not his heart. But after years of living only for himself, he’s ready to be a father.
Sparks fly when a successful financial manager and a legendary football player enter into a legal agreement to have a kid together. They planned on everything––they just didn’t plan on each other.
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What happens when you throw in a contract, a baby, a by the numbers woman and a retired football player? Absolute chaos and epic banter as you watch Stella and Dane navigate through this path they have decided to take. Both commitment phobic, their chemistry starts to sizzle in this slow burn story. I loved watching these two crack as time wore on and closer to them getting to actually admitting they feel something. 
While it did feel slow at points in this story, the build was very much worth it as you watch Dane crumble after everything that happens and Stella standing by his side. If you want a really good slow burn story, I would recommend this one for the witty banter and burning passion alone!




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Grabbing the pot of freshly brewed coffee from the coffee maker, he stares into the pot then drinks from it. I don’t bother to tell him it’s decaf. Throat working as he swallows, he holds up his index finger. I’ve got a finger for him, the middle one. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’ve had enough.” He continues drinking. “And word of caution, if you come back to New York and continue to treat me like I’m cattle, a possession, you will damage this friendship beyond repair.” He places the pot down, his eyes downcast as he leans on the counter for support. “I’m sorry…I was a real asshole last night and––” “Last night?!” I shout. “How about for the past week.” “Well you’re not helpin’ the situation!” he shouts back, his eyes sparking, then winces again. My jaw hangs in disbelief. He can’t be serious. Is he really blaming me? “The hell are you talking about? You’re blaming me? Me?! You’ve been unbearable––when you’ve been around, that is. Usually you’re running in the opposite direction. But somehow in your twisted little male peanut sized brain, it’s my fault?!” “Yes, goddamit! Dancin’––smilin’ at that fucking cowboy!” His hand slashes through the air as if he’s indicating to someone in the corner. The veins near his temple pop up. Eyes impossibly wide, he advances on me, stopping a mere foot away. “You never smile at me like that!” Huh? “What does that have to do with anything?!” “Because I’m jealous! Okay! And you’ve made it very clear you’re not attracted to me but all I can think about is this!” He’s on me before I can blink, arms crushing me to him, kissing me like I hold the last breath of air on the planet and he means to steal it. A beat later he stops. His lips against mine he murmurs, “Kiss me back…please kiss me back.”
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Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.
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Wrangled by Vanessa Vale

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She's wrangled their hearts...they're going to take her on one wild ride.
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Pushed by her driven mother to become the best in her field, Penny believes Fate has stepped in when she receives word she isn't just an heiress to Steele Ranch, but had a father she never knew. She takes her chance to break free from the family she never truly felt a part of and heads to Barlow, Montana. Two cowboys have set their sights on the smart, beautiful blonde and they have no intention of letting her go. Jamison and Boone will give her whatever she wants, especially since she's wrangled their hearts. This is the second book in the Steele Ranch series, where the women are smart, sassy and will give their men one wild ride. WRANGLED_live
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This series just keeps getting hotter! 
Penny has always done everything her family expects. Making sure to keep her politician mother happy no matter how unhappy she herself is. When she discovers the father she has always known isn't really her father, and her biological father has left her a ranch, she heads for Montana to get some distance from her overbearing family. She never expects to find love. 
I loved every second of this quick, sweet, sexy read. I cannot wait for the other sisters to get to the ranch. I need more! 


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Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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Cover Reveal: tecet a mortuis by Amo Jones

 

Tacet a Mortuis is the third installment in Amo Jones's Romantic Suspense Elite Kings Series coming May 14th!

 

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Synopsis

Hail to the king, and watch him reign, this game was somewhat fun, until the finale came…

Now we’re here, with carnage and despair, and the only questions left to answer, are the ones that do not appear...

A king loses a war, and a swan sheds her wings, chaos collides with peace, as the crows begin to sing…

Enter if you dare, because I swear the end is near, but nothing is as it seems, and everything is so bare.

So what the f*ck is going on at Riverside, I think, I think... everyone is about to die....

   

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Amo Jones is a small country girl totally winging this author thing (she's probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic. She's a profound work-a-holic, but when she's not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & partner at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand.

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Release Blitz: Dandelion Dreams Release Blitz by Amali Rose


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Cassidy Jensen has known true love.

With a wild heart and a fierce spirit, she lives life passionately; determined to embrace all it has to offer.

After a crushing loss she fights to regain her sense of self, attempting to rediscover the happiness that she knows can exist. However, one bad experience after another has Cassidy questioning whether lightning can strike twice.

Enter Mason Alexander. He is everything she doesn't want. Guarded, aloof and a workaholic; the only emotion he ignites in her is frustration.

When Mason and Cassidy are thrown together and forced to work with each other, they must learn to navigate their new relationship. Along the way proving that sometimes what you want, isn't always what you need.





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Skye Emery believes in true love.

A romantic idealist, she believes wholeheartedly that everyone will get their happy ending. Everyone except her, that is.

After drowning in the devastation left behind by a cheating father, keeping men at arm's length and finding solace in a dirty book and a pint of ice cream is a safer option. However, in the aftermath of a night that ends with a cheap wine buzz and the afterglow of a solo orgasm, Skye decides to dip her toes into the world of online dating.

Enter Ben Mackinnon, the sexy reformed manwhore with a complicated past of his own and a killer online presence Skye just can't ignore.

Ben overwhelms her with his perfect mix of sweet sincerity and dirty talking dominance. He pursues Skye with a determination she didn't know she craved and when they stumble upon a childhood memory that connects them, Skye's walls begin to tumble down.

Skye wants to believe that all men aren't carbon copies her father, but when Ben's past resurfaces she's torn between running to protect her heart, or fighting for the only relationship she has ever invested in.

 


Amali Rose is a self-confessed bookworm whose love affair with the written word began as a child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. As she grew older, her tastes evolved until one day she found her way into the wonderful indie community and discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut.

When not reading or writing, Amali enjoys baking, yoga, cheesy pop music, Netflix marathons and she believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make the world a better place!




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Excerpt Reveal: Hot Daddy by Lila Monroe

  Welcome to the Billionaire Bachelors series, where the sexiest men in the city are about to meet their match… Playboy CEO, Cal McAdams, lives life in the fast lane: hot women, hotter deals, and… a fake fiancee? I signed on to help reform his reckless image and win custody of his god-children, but I wasn’t expecting to come face-to-face (and mouth-to-mouth) with my wild Vegas hook-up from three years ago. AKA, 6”3 of tanned muscle, sharp suits, and ‘undress me’ eyes. AAKA, the best thigh-clenching, bed-shaking sex of my life. AAAKA, the man who couldn’t be more off-limits if he had a uranium belt wrapped around his, um, assets. I’ve never been one to break the rules, but Cal has me wanting to rip them up - and roll around naked on the scrap paper. But with just three weeks to turn this bachelor into a DILF, can we keep our crazy chemistry from derailing his plans? Or will gold-digging relatives, rambunctious pre-teens, and a little thing called love leave us both crashed out of the race? Find out in the new sexy, hilarious romantic comedy from Lila Monroe!  

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      I’ve been stranded at the hotel bar in Vegas alone for exactly twenty seconds before a guy sidles in beside me. “Buy you a drink?” I glance up. He’s at least twenty years my senior, with pleated khakis and an obvious comb-over. I shake my head and smile tightly. “Got one, thanks.” “Aw, come on now,” he says, plunking himself down in the empty seat beside me. “You in town for the conference?” Then, in spite of the fact that I haven’t asked: “Medical devices.” His name is Greg, he continues; he sells surgical equipment and has a hundred dollar per diem he hasn’t blown through yet today, if I want to rethink that drink offer. “I’ll spring for nachos too,” he says magnanimously. “I’m a generous guy.” I’m sweeping the room for the closest exit, contemplating an escape worthy of Danny Ocean himself, when a hand lands on the back of my barstool. “Hey babe,” a deep voice says casually. “Making friends?” I whip around. This guy would look right at home with Clooney and Pitt. He’s tall and dark-haired, wearing a shirt rolled halfway to his elbows and an expression that clearly says, just go with it. “I got my ass beat at roulette,” he continues with a sheepish grin. “There goes private school for the kids, right?” He sticks his hand out to medical device guy. “Cal. The husband.” I almost choke on my paloma. Still, something about the sheer ballsiness of this particular play--and, okay, how hot this guy is--has me playing along. “Hey hon,” I say, laying a hand on his pleasantly solid bicep. “Greg here was just telling me all about the free swag at the medical device conference in town.” Greg’s gaze darts from me to Cal, then back again. “I guess I’ll leave y’all to it, then.” “Good to meet you,” I lie, smiling my cheeriest smile. Once he’s gone I turn to Cal. “So, on a scale of like, one to Disney Princess, how badly did I look like I needed rescuing?” Cal tilts his head to the side, considering. “I mean, your undisguised expression of misery kind of gave it away.” “Maybe that’s just how my face is!” I protest, laughing in spite of myself. “Resting miserable face.” “Eh. Maybe.” Cal shrugs, all confidence as he settles himself onto Greg’s recently vacated barstool. “You don’t look so miserable now.” Right away I feel my cheeks flush. It’s been a long time since I flirted—or, more accurately, since I was competently flirted with. “So how many kids do we have, exactly?” “Not too many,” he reassures me, nodding at the bartender for another beer. “Like six or seven, max.” “Six or seven!” I snort. “And here you are just gambling their lunch money away like some kind of degenerate.” Cal nods gravely. “I’m a real scoundrel,” he agrees. “Clearly.” I stick my hand out. “Jules Robinson.” “Nice to meet you, Jules Robinson.” He gives good handshake, firm but not bone-crushing, all long fingers and the faintest scrape of callus on his palm. His eyes are a deep, friendly brown. “So what brings you to Vegas?” he asks. “I’m with a girlfriend,” I explain. “Or I was, anyway. At the moment she’s out on an... exploratory mission.” Cal grins. “Sounds exhilarating.” “Oh, I’m sure it is,” I assure him. “What about you? What are you doing in town?” “Auditioning for Thunder from Down Under,” he says immediately. Then, off my laugh: ”Callback, actually. I aced the first round, they couldn’t get enough of me.” “Right, no, obviously.” The ads for the all-male revue were plastered all over the strip when we got here this afternoon: beefy, longhaired guys in bow ties, cummerbunds, and not much else. “So what’s your character?” I ask, rattling the ice in my mostly-empty glass. “Sexy fireman, sexy cop…?” “Sexy medical device salesman,” he deadpans. “See, you’re laughing, but I have a whole bit I do with the x-ray machine. It’s a real crowd pleaser.” Casino bars don’t ever really empty out, but this one is taking on a distinct after-hours vibe, low light and quiet conversations; the Bud-guzzling bachelor party bros are long gone. When I finally check my phone to see if Kelly’s texted—she has, she’s safe, and she’s having a truly epic time with her mountain man—I realize it’s after one. “Holy shit,” I blurt. “How’d it get to be so late?” Cal raises his eyebrows. “Keeping you up?” “What? No!” I blurt, immediately embarrassed by how eager I sound. “We just had an early flight out this morning, that’s all. I’ve been up for like twenty hours.” “I’m teasing you, princess.” He smiles at me then, slow and easy. It’s the most intimate smile of my entire life. It’s a smile like sitting in front of a campfire in October and reading the paper in bed on Sunday morning; it’s a smile, frankly, like getting good and fucked by a man who knows you down to your most essential particles. “You wanna get out of here?” he asks. I knew it was coming but still there’s something bracingly scandalous about the idea, being propositioned by a total stranger. I’m imagining it now, I can’t help it: that broad chest pressed against mine and his capable-looking mouth on my neck, long fingers reaching down between my legs and— “Tempting,” I tell him truthfully, laying a palm against my flaming face. “But I probably shouldn’t.” To his credit Cal keeps smiling, a little rueful; he doesn’t try to convince me, either, just touches my arm and catches the bartender’s eye to settle up. “Fair enough,” he tells me, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “Well, it was really nice to be married to you for five minutes, Jules Robinson.” “Yeah,” I agree, feeling my whole body get warm. “It was nice to be married to you for five minutes, too.” I’m surprised by the sharp pang of longing behind my ribs as I watch him go a moment later, the strange sense that I’ve somehow given up more than just a roll in starchy white hotel sheets. Still, it’s not like I’m about to just get up and follow him out of here. He probably does this every night, sure. But I’ve never had a one night stand in my entire life. I’ve never had a one-night stand in my entire life. The thought stops me—after all, I’m a grown-ass woman with a newly minted law degree, aren’t I? I’ve got nobody to answer to but myself. And this is Vegas. What happens here, et cetera. I swallow down the rest of my tequila, set the glass back down on the bar. “Hey Cal!” I call, slinging my purse over my shoulder and hopping down off my barstool as quickly as my tiny dress allows. “Wait up.”         VERY IRRESISTIBLE PLAYBOY (Billionaire Bachelors #1) – available now. Amazon | iBooks | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Kobo | GooglePlay              

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Combining her passions for books, sex, and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first romantic comedy, The Billionaire Bargain, in 2015 and hasn’t stopped since. She loves writing about smart alpha men, and the strong and sassy women who try to tame them.

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PLAYING TO WIN BOX SET by Alix Nichols

Today we have a release blitz for PLAYING TO WIN BOX SET by Alix Nichols! Check it out and you’re your copy today!

Title: PLAYING TO WIN BOX SEX

Author: Alix Nichols

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Playing To Win Box Set:

PLAYING TO WIN (The Complete Series Box Set)   3 hunky French athletes. 3 passionate women who fall under their spell. 3 hot and tender love stories.   BOOK 1: PLAYING WITH FIRE Embroiderer Uma is all kinds of wrong for single dad Zach. She’s his son’s nanny, still chaste at 23... and falling for him, hard and fast. In short, she’s completely off-limits. And just as completely irresistible.   BOOK 2: PLAYING FOR KEEPS Ex-player Isabelle takes a job as a publicist for a Paris water-polo team. That means she must face amnesiac coach Lucas, the jerk who broke her heart six years ago. But Lucas is a brand-new man after his head trauma. He has no idea why Isabelle is avoiding him — or why he is so drawn to her.   BOOK 3: PLAYING DIRTY In his pimply teens, Julien was led on, played and publicly humiliated by Noemi. Now a heartthrob and a sports star, he craves revenge. Even as he still craves Noemi.   If you like single dad romances, revenge plots filled with angst and passion, and heartwarming second chance novels, you’ll love the PLAYING TO WIN series!

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Uma snatches the chocolate from the box and darts out the door into the garden. I drop the box and run after her. She shoves the chocolate in her mouth. “Cheater!” I narrow my eyes in what I hope is an intimidating glare. “You’re going to pay for this.” She bolts, trying to get back into the house. I block her way, towering over her. Uma retreats, turns around, and runs to the other end of the garden. I follow, hot on her heels. She doesn’t shriek, no doubt, so she won’t wake up Sam, whose window is open above us. For two or three minutes, I chase Uma around the garden in silence. I’m faster, but she’s nimbler. Besides, I’ve no clue how I’m going to make her “pay” for her theft, so I’m not really putting my heart and soul into the pursuit. On our third round, Uma ducks under my arm and hightails it into the house, across the kitchen, and toward the stairs. She’s hoping to make it to her bedroom and lock herself in. Not happening. Accelerating, I close the distance between us. She scrambles up the steps. I grab her shoulders from behind, putting an end to her delusion that she can outrun me. Giggling, she tries to break free. I wrap my arms around her to hold her. She stops thrashing. I pull her into me, tightening my hold. She stops laughing. For a few moments, neither of us moves or makes a sound, pressed against each other, panting. Her chest heaves underneath my forearms. I press them lightly against her little breasts, her nipples… My heart throbs in my ears. A caveman’s impulse to sling her over my shoulder and carry her somewhere private where I can have my way with her surges up somewhere in my gut, both shocking and tantalizing me. To resist it, I plant my feet firmly into the step and refuse to move a single muscle in my body. With Uma one step higher on the staircase, her nape is perniciously close to my face, making my struggle harder than it already is. Her silky black hair is gathered into her usual bun that’s gotten messy from all the running. I stare at her delicate neck. Want to kiss it. Dying to kiss it. Can’t. Because… reasons… good reasons… if I could just recall them. There! She’s Sam’s nanny. That’s good, but not good enough… She’s my friend’s almost fiancĂ©e. Sort of. Anyway, she’s inexperienced and clearly not thinking straight right now. Very good. I relax my embrace enough for her to duck and slip away. Only she doesn’t do it. Instead, she leans back into me.  

About Alix Nichols:

Alix Nichols is an unapologetic caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin Firth incarnation. She is a USA Today bestselling (April and June 2017) and Kindle Scout winning (December 2015) author of sexy romance novels that readers describe as yummylicious. According to Romantic Times, her books "will keep you hanging off the edge of your seat”. Kirkus Reviews claims they “deliver pure pleasure”. At the age of six, Alix released her first romance. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still writes. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have topped the Amazon charts around the world. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog.

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Release Blitz: Where I Am by Michelle Dare

Title: Where I Am
Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: NA Romance
Editor: Barren Acres Editing
Cover Designer: Q Design
Photographer: Paul Henry Serres
Publication Date: Feb. 22nd, 2018
Blurb:
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He was the man of my dreams, or so I thought. I wasn't sure how I'd react when I saw him again. I planned on avoiding him, but our small hometown made that impossible. The years apart melted away when I saw him. Time hadn't changed my feelings, after all. Jealousy flared anew. My heart, which I thought had healed, was back to being in a million pieces.
Now I'm right where I don't want to be—in front of him with tears in my eyes.
Parker
Everything isn't always as it seems. One moment could cause a ripple effect with unexpected consequences that last for years. Not a day had gone by that I didn't think of her. When our paths crossed again, I knew I had to tell her the truth. Arguing was inevitable, but I'd rather fight for her than face another day without her. My heart always belonged to her.
Where I am is standing in front of her—asking for another chance.
Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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