Monday, October 23, 2017

BLOG TOUR & REVIEW ~~ IN TOO DEEP (DOING BAD THINGS SERIES, #2) BY JORDAN MARIE @Author_JordanM @ArdentPRose











I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.


VIDA'S REVIEW

When in doubt lie your way through it the best way you know how. That's exactly what Hope did but in no way did she think that the man she was lying too would be the man that she inevitably fall for. Aden is a movie star who had his share of bad luck and decided to walk offset and give him self a much need break where no one and any one would know who he was. Too bad for him the place he decided to go was off the beaten path with a owner who gave as just as she got. Hope threw everything she had into turning her inheritance into something that would support her and her son not knowing that the first tenant she had is use to getting his way. Tempers flare and lust burn brightly but when Aden finds out the truth will he stand by her or walk away. This is a book you don't want to miss out on, another hit for the indescribable Jordan Marie.

Aden

I planned to apologize. Really—I did. I was dreading it. In my experience when you apologize to a woman you show them weakness, and with weakness they smell blood. It never ends well. Still, I shouldn’t have said what I did about her. I was going to the office to say I’m sorry, see if there was literature about where I can find a place with take-out food and leave—quickly. 
One thing stops me. 
I open the door to the office and this small boy comes running out at me, completely naked. He slaps his hands against my legs, just reaching above my knee. I stop quickly so I don’t plow him over. 
“You my Daddy?” he asks. I know nothing about kids, but I do know one of the last things I ever want to hear from one are those words. His question strikes fear in my heart, but the fact his hands are covered in some dark brown unknown substance terrifies me. I watch as it smears across the legs of my favorite jeans. I’m not sure what it is, but he’s not wearing any clothes—including a diaper. Do kids his size wear diapers? 
“Jack! You get back here right now young man!” 
“Daddy!” 
The child screams the name like it’s being torn from his heart, the moment White’s cousin captures him in her arms and pulls him away. The scream is so piercing I wince. 
“Do you need something?” she asks over the noise. Her face instantly hardens, whereas just a moment ago she was smiling, even chasing after her son. 
“Does he belong to you?” I ask, all thoughts of giving an apology gone. My voice is that of a growl really. It seems this woman brings out the worst in me. 
“I—”
“He destroyed my clothes.” 
Her eyes go round and briefly I notice she has brown eyes…almost as dark as whatever the child rubbed all over me. 
“Daddy!” he screams again, and the woman’s face blushes a deep red. 
“Hush, Jack. That’s not your Daddy,” she hisses.
“He doesn’t know who his father is?” I don’t bother keeping the censure out of my voice. This entire revelation doesn’t surprise me. I’m making a mental note to punch White in the face the next time I see him. 
“It’s just chocolate. It will come out of your pants. You should probably flush it with club soda or…” 
“Do I look like I do laundry?” 
“Well—”
“Does your hotel even have laundry service?”
“There’s a laundry mat in town,” she says defensively. 
“Charming.”
“Daddy!” the child screams again. 
“Listen, Jack and I were—”
“Wrestling in chocolate?” 
“Is there something you need?” she all but growls, her face tight with irritation.




Want to catch up on Going Down Hard, Book 1 in the Doing Bad Things series?


A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.









Friday, October 20, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ TOUR ~~ MISADVENTURES OF A BACKUP BRIDE (MISADVENTURE, #4) BY SHAYLA BLACK @BareNakedWords

Misadventures of a Backup Bride
by Shayla Black
An Overnight Billionaire. When Carson Frost inherits a confectionary that rakes in billions but is too cash-strapped to last another sixty days, he agrees to take a loan from his late father’s rival. There are two catches: Carson has to sign over a permanent stake in the company, and marry the man’s daughter. Concocts a Fake Bride. Two weeks before the wedding, he gets cold feet and claims he’s in love with someone else. The investor says he’ll still hand over the cash if Carson takes a stroll down the aisle with the woman who owns his heart. Since he isn’t even dating anyone, Carson panics. Where is he going to find a bride willing to jilt him at the altar on such short notice? And Whips Up a Little Love. Ella Hope is an actress happy for any paying gig, but jilting a hottie in public isn’t what she had in mind. Still, she needs rent, and he’s in a bind. How hard can it be? While playing at matrimony, suddenly their intimacy isn’t so fake. Ella can’t help but fantasize that Carson is her groom and they will live happily ever after. But once his company is safe, will he want her anymore?


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VIDA'S REVIEW

Another great addition to the Misadventure series. Each book is fun, flirty and funny in their own unique way. Carson has just inherited a candy company from a father who he never really knew and is in need in capital (money). Too bad it comes from a man who's willing to give it to him if Carson would marry his daughter and neither is in love with each other. Carson comes up with a plan to somehow dissuade him by saying he's in love with someone else and now to figure out who. Enter Ella a actress who fascinated him when he met her when she was out with one of his friend. In desperate need of the cash who knew that taking this gig would change her live and her future. Neither apparently but love is fickle and when you found the one there's no hope of letting go. Each book in the Misadventures will have you swooning and constantly turning the pages and this is no exception, you're most definitely missing out if you don't pick this book up.

Meet the Author

Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

SALES BLITZ ~~ RISKE AND REVENGE BY NATALIE E. WRYE @BTSPromosPR

Title: Riske and Revenge
Author: Natalie E. Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017

Synopsis

Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate. I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske. *** Dayton, Tennessee. Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex. Or so I'd heard... They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks. Until he left. Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him. Same cocky grin. Different name. And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract...and my heart. But there's someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?  

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Excerpt

“I hope you taste as good as you smell.” The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake. Or maybe I was the one shaking. I couldn’t help it. Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap. She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy… Except mine. But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time. “Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly. “Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote… ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'" I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin. “Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.” I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways. She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop. Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested. She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one. All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes. With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen. The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss. And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true. A vision over ten years old. Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said. They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there. How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most. And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped. And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again. It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees. I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions. “Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more. But she backed away. “Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?” I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips. “Who the hell is Kat?” As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down. “Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancĂ©. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind. I almost pushed her off. I stood. “There is no fiance,” I rumbled. “But I thought…” “My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…” She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.” I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes. “Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.” I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role. My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin. I was in so much fucking trouble.



About The Author

Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.
A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.
 

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW ~~ RUTHLESS KING (MOUNT TRILOGY, #1) BY MEGHAN MARCH @EJBookPromos

    
   Get ready for the darker and dirtier side of New Orleans with a brand new alpha romance from USA Today bestselling author Meghan March.


New Orleans belongs to me. You don’t know my name, but I control everything you see—and all the things you don’t. My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met. I didn’t need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt. To have her in my debt. She doesn’t know she caught my attention. She should’ve been more careful. I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It’s time to collect what I’m owed. Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount. *Ruthless King is book one of the Mount Trilogy*   ADD TO GOODREADS  

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VIDA'S REVIEW

   There are truly no words to describe what this book has done to me. Lachlan is ALPHA personified to his core and I thought Creighton was RUTHLESS. Lachlan is a man who know who and what he wants and if its you then be prepared to be served at his pleasure however he see fits. Keira know who and what he is but never for one minute did she think that she would be beholden to him for any reason. Unfortunately for her or (as I like to think fortunate for her) her cheating dead husband got tangled in a web that he couldn't fix before he died and Lachlan wants her a payment. What do you do when the man that scares you an the whole town of New Orleans (NOLA) but also turns you on at the same time, you fight him like you never have before until unequivocally giving in which will happen without a doubt. Keira is not one to take a back seat and give in to Lachlan demands without giving as good as she can. This book was thrilling and incomparable with its sultry settings, dazzling chemistry and extraordinary storyline that will have you practically devouring this book in one sitting. I can't wait for the next installment and neither will you.
            
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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW ~~ IN TOO DEEP (DOING BAD THINGS, #2) BY JORDAN MARIE @ArdentPRose @Author_JordanM









I did a bad thing.

I did a really bad thing.

I’m not a bad person, I swear. I just made a few mistakes.

Mistake number one was agreeing to rent my hotel out to an insufferable a**hole, named Aden Smith­.

Mistake number two was ignoring his threats to sue me when he handed over a list of items he deemed “unacceptable”.

Mistake number three was diving into the pool to save his life when he fell. It would have been less complicated to hide his body.

When the hospital refuses to let me know how he is, I panic.

Claiming to be his wife might be my biggest mistake yet—especially when he believes me!

He might have been the one drowning, but I’m sinking in a bed of lies, going down fast—and there’s not a rescue in sight.





VIDA'S REVIEW

When in doubt lie your way through it the best way you know how. That's exactly what Hope did but in no way did she think that the man she was lying too would be the man that she inevitably fall for. Aden is a movie star who had his share of bad luck and decided to walk offset and give him self a much need break where no one and any one would know who he was. Too bad for him the place he decided to go was off the beaten path with a owner who gave as just as she got. Hope threw everything she had into turning her inheritance into something that would support her and her son not knowing that the first tenant she had is use to getting his way. Tempers flare and lust burn brightly but when Aden finds out the truth will he stand by her or walk away. This is a book you don't want to miss out on, another hit for the indescribable Jordan Marie.



Want to catch up on Going Down Hard, Book 1 in the Doing Bad Things series?


A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.