***BOOK BLITZ*** Game Changer by Sylvie Stewart

Title: Game Changer

Author: Sylvie Stewart

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Release Date: July 18, 2019

There are three things I know about New York so far: everybody is late for something, nobody has a freakin’ clue what sweet tea is, and King Kong himself is still alive and well and has taken the form of a growly blacksmith named Mac.

This is no shifter story and I’m not his prey, although I wouldn’t say no if he asked for a little taste. I’ve been saddled with interviewing the beast to secure my new dream job in publishing, but his intense stares and monosyllabic responses are making my job impossible. I just need to get this over with and move on to navigating my new life and career. I’ve got this, right?

But my professional and personal challenges are proving bigger than I realized, and Mac might be the only one who truly understands this game. He’ll be my biggest ally if I let him—and the way he keeps saying my name makes me really want to let him. The thing is, this city is known for breaking hearts, and it doesn’t care if you’re the new girl in town or the beast who calls it home.

I tuck my hair behind my ear again and his eyes narrow like something he doesn’t like just occurred to him.

“Where’re you staying now?” His voice drops even deeper and I can feel it in my gut.

I shoo him off, feigning a relaxed vibe. “Oh, I’m crashing at a friend’s place. I just moved here from Savannah.”

This earns me another of his slower nods. I’m beginning to understand the difference between the two. The curt one means, “Okay” or “Yeah, and don’t bother asking again” while the slow one means he’s thinking on something and is probably gonna blow your mind with what comes out of his mouth next.

And, yup, I must be brilliant because he confirms this with his next words.

“I’ll bring the delivery myself on Thursday, then take you out.”

Holy mother of David Beckham‘s backside.

When I don’t respond, because, let’s face it, my brain is still trying to process what just happened, he does one of his quick nods and starts walking back to the front of the studio. My eyes glue themselves to his ass in those jeans and I have to scurry to keep up with him when I realize he’s leaving and my boots are still nailed to the floor.

Without another word, we make our way to the front doors where he holds one open for me and I find myself back out on the sidewalk. New York has been buzzing on as usual while I’ve been lost in the Narnia of Mac’s building. The sound of chatter, car horns, and sirens are an assault, breaking whatever spell I was under.

Mac whistles and a cab stops at the curb in point-two seconds—without him even needing to raise a hand, of course. He opens the door for me and I know I should say something. I should tell him I’m not the kind of girl who dates gorillas. I’m not the kind of girl who can have a fling with a guy while he’s dating Charlize Theron. I’m not the kind of girl who can handle the emotions he’s stirring in me or pretend having a meal and owning a piece of furniture he created with his hands is no big deal.

But I don’t say any of those things.

Instead, I let him pay for my cab and shut the door with nothing more than a gravelly, “Thursday.”

Then I faint dead away in the cab. Not really, but would you blame me if I had?

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***COVER REVEAL*** Dreamy Distraction by Emily J. Wright

Title: Dreamy Distraction

Series:  Quest for Love #1

Author: Emily J. Wright

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: July 29, 2019

Brandon Bryce has forgotten himself. The memories of his past are lost.

But in this obscurity, he remembers someone. A woman he doesn’t know much about but know enough that he wants to be with her.

Will he get what he wants?

A worn-out sex swing in the sex dungeon of my penthouse.

A room with thousands of hours of porn, the walls of which lights up like a Christmas tree under black light.

A Jacuzzi that smells like sex and has a pair of bra and panties floating in it.

These are the remnants of my past.

As for the present, all I have left is my name—Brandon Bryce.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

I thought so too until a woman from my neighborhood threw her shoe at me just after another one tried to scratch my face. It has been brought to my attention that behind this pretty face of mine lies a certifiable a**hole.

I have so far worked on the strategy of hit it and quit it, resulting in me hurting many women. But now that I have escaped death by the skin of my teeth, things are going to be a lot different. I have decided to make amends to those who I have hurt all the while trying to find her.

I saw her once, not sure where, and now I see her everywhere. Blonde hair that fell to her shoulder in waves, smoldering blue eyes putting the ocean to shame, cherry red lips that one must have, and those tempting curves crafted by God himself. How can one forget someone like her?

She is a dream that keeps me awake at night.

A distraction that fazes me through the day.

She is my Dreamy Distraction.

Have a Slice of Cake or Two. Grab a Pitcher of Coffee. And Buckle Up.

Because this one is not an Insta Love Story.

Our utterly obsessed hero will wear his heart on his sleeve and trigger a spectrum of emotions within you as he takes you along on a wild ride full of humor, romance, and with a little bit of suspense on the top.

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You see that Jacuzzi in my balcony? Isn’t it a beauty? 

No, it’s not going to the charity. I need it. I’ll bring the woman from my dream here after a little wine and dine. 

Both of us naked. She on top of me, kissing, water dripping from her hair, running down to her boobs as she bounces up and down on my cock.

My cock is already twitching to that thought.

“Fuck you, Brandon!” I hear a distant voice of a woman screaming.

And a women shoe hit me hard on the shoulder. It must have come from one of the two buildings on either side of me. I immediately get down on my knees in case another one is on its way.

I get that I am not popular around here. No, I am popular but for all the wrong reasons. But it doesn’t give women the right to throw their shoes at me. 

If instead of a flat sandal, it was a heel, and if it was thrown by a woman with a good aim and hit me on the head instead of shoulder, I could be concussed—or worse, dead.

Imagine what my tombstone would have said.

Brandon Bryce.

A firm supporter of the alcohol and tobacco industry.

Loved every woman in his life at least once.

A job creator—ask Javier. 

Died in an unfortunate turn of events when a woman’s shoe hit him on the head. 

In the history of popular assassination, my name would be after Lincoln and Kennedy—or probably first. People die of bullet all the time but by women’s shoe—that’s something you don’t hear every day.

I was right to kneel down. Another shoe lands in the Jacuzzi, splashing water on my face.

Good news is, the pair is complete, and they look expensive and not worn much. I can give it to Javier who in turn could gift his wife.

I crawl fast like a contender of a dog race left far behind and take a deep sigh of relief after I am back in my apartment.

I start pulling down the curtains on the window. It’s just a safety precaution. If a woman can throw her sandal at me twice, she could very well take a shot at me if she is into pig hunting.

After covering up the windows, I chug down a glass of water before I roam around in my apartment, admiring the interiors. Everything is at the place where it’s supposed to be. No room for any improvement. Now that I am going to live here, I need to get acquainted with this place. And thats what I am doing now.

200 inches! 

I am staring at my reflection in the 200-inch LED TV in my home theater.

Apart from TV that covers an entire wall, this room has 16 speakers with Dolby 5.1 surround sound, a blue ray player, seating arrangement for twenty people, and racks full of DVDs. 

The vast collection of DVDs makes me believe that my father must have taken a franchise of blockbuster videos in his time and this is my family heirloom.

Since this is my first day back, and I have nothing else to do, I decide to watch a movie. But, which one? The choice is to the point of overwhelming. I am still adjusting to the world, but I know that under this circumstance only one thing would prove to be useful— ‘Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.’ 

Imagine, you are anxiously waiting for your package to be delivered. The item you ordered last night is on its way, and you couldn’t believe you got it at such a good price. Finally, it gets delivered. You tear apart the package like a savage and look inside. Shit! It doesn’t look anything like you have ordered. Has it ever happened to you?

I have the same look on my face right now. I have a DVD of ‘Father Daughter Seductions’ in my hand in the case of ‘Father of the Bride.’ I am scarred for life. I am not fit to be a father of a daughter now.

I randomly pick another DVD. This one says ‘Legally Blonde’ on the cover, but inside is a DVD of ‘Blondicious.’ At least, both have a blonde on it. 

‘Star Wars’ has ‘Star Wars XXX: A Porn Parody.’ This time, both names and genres have some similarities.

‘Titanic’ has ‘Titanic Tits.’ 

Wait! I am starting to see a pattern here. 

‘Operation Dumbo Drop’ has ‘Operation Desert Stormy.’ 

‘Eye of the Dragon’ has ‘Eye of the Beholder.’ 

‘Two Girls and a Guy’ has ‘Two Girls for Every Girl.’ 

Yep—I definitely have OCD.

My hands are shaking. I have the DVD of ‘The Notebook’ in my hand. The cover has Ryan Gosling and Rachel Adams in each other’s arms, drenching in the rain. Their lips, so close to kissing. I know about this movie. My physical therapist Bernice told me all about it during one of our sessions. She has watched it 47 times—extended version with deleted scenes. As a man in love like Noah, I want to watch it—preferably without crying.

I narrow my eyes and slowly begin opening the case. 

“Please don’t be a porno. Please don’t be a porno—” 

Good, God!

The romance is forever ruined for me. I am staring at the DVD of ‘Diary of Love: A XXX Romance Adaption of The Notebook.’

I slam the case shut in frustration and throw it away. It crashes into another DVD which caused a domino effect in one of the racks. The arrangement and order of them are messed up, but none of them fall on the ground except one—‘A Christmas Story’.

I hear a somber music in the room.

Is that a sign? 

Ignore that, it’s just the static coming from the speaker. The acoustics in this room is really great.

Of all the movies, it has to be ‘A Christmas Story,’ and it’s right at my feet. Is this a miracle?

Should I open it? No, I can’t. I am already scarred enough for a lifetime. The father-daughter relationship is ruined, romance is ruined, and now I don’t want to ruin Christmas for me. But the case is already half opened. Would it hurt to take a peek? I guess not. I won’t read the title if it’s a porno.

I pick it up, open the case, and quickly close it after just a glance. It’s neither a movie DVD nor a porno. Just a plain, unlabeled DVD. My curiosity is already piqued by now. I have to at least check it out to know what’s in it. It could be anything—a family secret, important business documents, formula of Coca-Cola. The possibilities are endless here.

I take a deep sigh and put the DVD in the player without giving it any more thought.

“Hey, Fucker!” 

It’s me—the skinny, long hair, cocky, young me—on the 200-inch screen. 

“Good . . . You are doing very good.” He looks down while the camera is still pointing at his face. 

“I believe my business plan has worked and you are rolling in dollars by now. So, congratulations!”

That kid on the screen is barely 20, but he is so full of himself. Look at the smug look on his face.

“I know why you are watching this video, Brandon. You are all grown up now. You must have fallen in love.”

Holy fuck! Is this some sort of time traveling shit?
“Now, you listen to me, asshole!” He brings his face closer. “You cannot fall in love. If you do, all the things will end for you. You will get married and fuck the same pussy again and again until your dick falls off. And if you fuck someone else during the marriage, then you are screwed. Be ready to say goodbye to the major chunk of your money in the divorce. And the fat kid that you will have would be nothing but a pain in the ass for life.”

I am seeing myself for the first time—totally candid. I cannot believe what I dick I was. I am sorry, Mom and Dad, but that’s on you. You raised an asshole.

EMILY J. WRIGHT was exposed to the romance novels in her formative years, thanks to Harlequin and her mother’s penchant to buy its publication like grocery, turning her into a sucker for romance.

It’s true what they say. You are what you eat, and so is, you write what you read. Having read, breathed, and lived the characters through words of some of the best authors, she took a leap of faith and decided to live them through her own words.

Now, she writes about kick-ass, headstrong women, paired with alpha males, and make them work to get the girl.

She lives in the peaceful suburbs of Dublin, Ohio, where she lived with Zeus, her Labrador, and her cat, Mimi.

When she is not busy writing, editing, or thinking of plot twists, you can find her in a yoga studio in a back-breaking position and later in Starbucks sipping coffee from a Venti cup.

She loves to interact with her readers, so would appreciate it if you stop by her social media pages.

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***BOOK BLITZ*** Deadly Deception by JC Valentine

Title: Deadly Deception

Author: JC Valentine

Genre: Romance Thriller 18+

Release Date: July 18, 2019

A dissatisfied housewife. A gun for hire. He’s not looking to fall for his client…then again, he never had much choice.

Wife. Daughter. Murderer?

Faith

He was supposed to be my knight in shining armor. He was supposed to be my deliverance. But now he’s just in my way. I need him gone, but despite my best efforts, he’s still here and I’m out of ideas. It’s time to call in a professional. I just wasn’t expecting it to be him. 

Declan

I’ve been in the business of killing for as long as I can remember. And business is booming. But I’m ready to leave this life behind, get a fresh start. After one last job. It should be easy, quick, in and out. But nothing is ever that simple, and I wasn’t banking on her. How am I supposed to pull this off when it means breaking my number one rule: never fall in love?

If this is the hitman, I’m in trouble. My God, he’s gorgeous. Tall, around six feet, dark-brown hair that’s just long enough to curl around his ears and is full of soft waves that immediately spark my envy, and a body that, although hidden beneath well-fitting black jeans and a navy cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, projects strength and vitality.

I’m momentarily struck stupid, standing with one foot inside the car and one out, staring at him. Until he clears his throat and I lift my gaze, falling into a pair of piercing black eyes that are filled with disapproval.

“Right on time, Mrs.…”

The reason I’m here hits me suddenly, and I feel the nervous energy that I’ve been attempting to repress all day return. Stepping fully out of the car, I close the door softly and stand there beside it, twisting my hands. “I, um, would rather not give my name.”

He nods. “That’s wise. However, we’ll need to call each other something. An alias. You can call me…Cal.”

Cal. This gets me wondering what his real name is. He looks like a Cal, I guess. I bite my lip, turning over different names in my mind and finding them all too common. “Brenda,” I finally settle on because we can’t stand here all night debating over names when we have real business to discuss.

Standing under a bridge is conspicuous as hell, and I’d die a thousand deaths if we got caught. It might be a brazen move, hiring someone to commit murder, but I’m hardly a seasoned pro. This is all new territory for me. I don’t know the first thing about any of this. Only that I don’t want to get caught.

Yeah, I should have given that more consideration before contacting this guy, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And I am, by the very definition, a desperate housewife. 

“Okay, Brenda,” Cal starts, his feet carrying him closer. “Did you bring the coffee?”

“Yes,” I say eagerly, reaching for the driver’s door handle. “I’ll get it.”

“No. Let’s get in the car first. If anyone happens to come knocking, it’ll be easier to explain why we’re here if we’re together.”

I pause, wondering at his meaning before a picture of the two of us tangled in each other’s arms, his hand up my shirt and mine caught up in all of that luxurious hair enters my mind. I shiver with desire but quickly shake it off. I can’t think of him that way when what we’re here for is far from any kind of romance.

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. 

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***RELEASE BLITZ*** The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets by Molly Fader

Title: The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets

Author: Molly Fader

Genre: Women’s Fic

Publisher: Graydon House

Publication Date: July 16^th, 2019

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:

What drove their family apart just might bring them back together…

It’s been seventeen years since the tragic summer the McAvoy sisters fell apart. Lindy, the wild one, left home, carved out a new life in the city and never looked back. Delia, the sister who stayed, became a mother herself, raising her daughters and running the family shop in their small Pennsylvania hometown on the shores of Lake Erie.

But now, with their mother’s ailing health and a rebellious teenager to rein in, Delia has no choice but to welcome Lindy home. As the two sisters try to put their family back in order, they finally have the chance to reclaim what’s been lost over the years: for Delia, professional dreams and a happy marriage, and for Lindy, a sense of home and an old flame—and best of all, each other. But when one turbulent night leads to a shocking revelation, the women must face the past they’ve avoided for a decade. And there’s nothing like an old secret to bring the McAvoy women back together and stronger than ever.

With warm affection and wry wit, Molly Fader’s The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is about the ties that bind family and the power of secrets to hold us back or set us free.

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MOLLY FADER is the award-winning author of more than forty novels under the pennames Molly O’Keefe and M. O’Keefe. She grew up outside of Chicago and now lives with her family in Toronto. The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is her first women’s fiction novel.

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***RELEASE BLITZ*** Road Trip to Happiness by Maggie Mundy

Title: Road Trip to Happiness

Author: Maggie Mundy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 17, 2019
Cover Design: Book Cover by Design

 

Sunny Cairns in North Queensland was supposed to be the best place for a honeymoon. Not so for Scarlet. Her husband left her on their wedding night. Fifteen years ago, her first husband did the same. She is starting to wonder if she is jinxed.

She will not let this beat her. After all, she can cope with anything. Then her Nan dies, and the grief seems too much. She went under once before in her life and does not want to go there again.

Nan requests in her will that Scarlet travel across Australia on a trip she did herself as a young woman.

Scarlet meets people who make her face the past so that she can find the future. One, in particular, Nate makes her believe she can love again.

Maybe your husband leaving you on your wedding night can be a good thing, after all.

‘Dear Scarlet.’
“I’m sorry.” The first one said.
I’m going to be sick. Scarlet could feel the bile in her throat.
“I can’t do this.” The second one stated.
The room started to spin as Scarlet’s chest tightened.
“We both know this isn’t going to work. I should have called the wedding off.”
“No, No, No,” Scarlet yelled loud enough to wake up the entire hotel. It took every ounce of her energy, but she pulled herself up and drew the curtains. The sun made her squint and her head thump. She opened the large sliding door and stepped onto the deck. She would go to reception and check things like a normal human being would. The cool morning wind from the ocean hit her skin. Damn, she was still naked. So much for being normal.

I live in Adelaide, Australia with my husband, and two dogs. I have a motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the beach and listening to the waves. I’ve always loved reading all forms of fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to contemporary and decided the stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on medication. Unlike many, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few years back. I started off doing a Degree in Drama but soon realized my love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer. My day job is as a nurse in the operating room. I believe romance can be fun to read and write, but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes with a bit of suspense where the rules can be broken. 

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***FREEBIE BOOK BLITZ*** High Stakes by Casey L. Bond

Title: High Stakes

Author: Casey L. Bond

Genre: YA PNR, Dystopian/SciFi

Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen

Cover Designer, Photog & Trailer Made By: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services

Model: Breanna Ellis

Publication Date: Feb. 1^st, 2019
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Blurb: 
Her name is Eve, and she was aptly named. The first female accepted into the Asset program, she was the first to rise to the top. She would also be the first woman to travel back in time, assigned with one target in mind: Enoch – one of the first vampires to walk the earth. Her mission was simple: Land, shove her stake through Enoch’s black heart, run to safety, and jump off something really high so she could warp back home and carve out the life she’s always wanted.

The only problem was that time travel was more complicated than anyone realized. She was supposed to travel back seven days, but instead, landed in the middle of England in the year 1348, during the time of the Black Plague.

Enoch never kept his true nature a secret. As a wealthy landowner, he protected and provided for the people under his care, and in exchange, they were more than willing to provide the scant amounts of blood he needed to survive. When a strange young woman showed up at his gate in the midst of the plague and then fell ill, he nursed her back to health.

He’d never met anyone like Eve. She was intelligent and witty, and the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. And, he learned, the most dangerous.

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Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn’t tried goat yoga because the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he’s the size of a pony. Her favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy and paranormal fiction, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.

Casey is the award-winning author Frenzy series and fairy tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked and Brutal Curse. Learn more about her work at www.authorcaseybond.com.

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***COVER REVEAL*** Out to Find Freedom by Lila Rose

Title: Out to Find Freedom

Author: Lila Rose 

Genre: Romance

Release Date: July 30, 2019
Cover Design: Wander Aguiar
Photographer: RBA Designs

Death and pain.

They surround me. Hold me hostage, refusing to let go.

But I want to survive. Want to fight. I just don’t know if I have it in me.

Maybe dying would be better.

It’s the break in the shadows that gives me hope.

When I look at him, all I can see is light. 

So now I’m out to find freedom.

Private investigator Ryan Warden doesn’t know he’s moved next door to people he would put behind bars in an instant. Nor does he realise a sleepless night could lead him on the right track with the case he’s working on. 

He certainly doesn’t expect Emerson Spence.

What he does know is he has to stay away from her. She’s been beaten and broken. She deserves to live freely while learning and experiencing things in life like any young woman should. 

He’s too old for her. It’s better to stay away. 

If he can.

 

Author’s note: Out to Find Freedom starts out intense and dark, then moves into a very slow burn romance. It’s also set six months after No Way Out (Stoke and Malinda’s story from the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter) but it can be read as a standalone.

 

Warning, triggers may occur 18+

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