Thursday, September 28, 2017

[New Release &Giveaway] Forget You Not by Harloe Rae




Title: Forget You Not
A Reclusive Novel
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 27, 2017



Blurb

Destiny is bogus and fate is fake.
Everything happens for a reason?
Whatever.
I gave up on my fairy tale years ago.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not settling for less.
All my energy gets poured into a job I love rather than dead end relationships.
Men aren't even a blip on my radar these days.
Who needs them?
Except to scratch the occasional itch, I'm not interested in anything they have to offer.

If so-called Cupid ever comes knocking on my door, I'll be waiting with my flying pig because happily ever after doesn't exist.
I've become a jaded disbeliever and my main reason just sauntered into the bar.
Rowen Sworr is the only arrow that pierced my heart, and dammit, he stuck.

His random reappearance is a complicated twist from that meddling matchmaker I didn't see coming…

Forget You Not is the second standalone in the interconnected Reclusive Novel Series.





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Excerpt

Copyright © 2017 by Harloe Rae

Lark shoots me a glare before asking, “What are you doing here?”

The venom in her voice is probably meant to scare me away but all I hear is come closer. I’m totally mesmerized.

“Hey, Sweetheart. I said you’d be seeing me soon. Figured I’d stop by and say hello in person.” I make sure to keep my tone calm but my skin inches with heat at the fire burning from her gaze.

“And I told you to leave me alone unless you’re ready to give me what I want.” She shifts her stare down to my groin while raising an expectant brow. “Is that what you’ve brought me?” She lifts her scorching eyes back to my face and seductively bites into her bottom lip.

Her sass is tantalizing but it’s the beauty underneath I’m truly after. “Sorry to disappoint you but that’s not why I’m here, Vix. I want to discuss some stuff, relating to us.”

“Vix? As in the vapor rub?”

An amused chuckle bounces up my throat. “Nah, short for Vixen.”

She seems to mull it over with a slight tilt of her head. “I suppose that's fitting, though you don’t need to be handing out nicknames. Tell me, what could we possibly have to talk about?”

“No idle chit-chat first? I’m hoping we can get to know each other. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the other night and this sexy librarian look you’re rocking is hot as hell, but it’s more than that. Are you willing to hear me out? Maybe make an exception for me?”

A frustrated sigh answers my question. “I don’t have the patience for this, Rowen. I’m very busy here and you’re wasting my time.”

I lean against the door, trying to show I’m not ready to leave quite yet. “Answer me this. Where did you work when you were younger? Let’s say seven years ago?”

Lark glances away before shuffling some papers into piles. Her fidgeting makes me smile because now I’m certain she remembers just fine. A barely-there blush blooms on her cheeks while she continues avoiding my question. I wait her out and soon enough she graces me with a response.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Her deflection causes me to edge forward a bit, as though we need to be closer. She speaks to the depths of my soul, no matter if she gives me sass or softness.

“I’m trying here, Vix. Want to help me out? Did you work at Brack’s Box during the summer of 2010? Maybe a guy stopped in on a random July afternoon and stumbled over his words in your stunning presence. Do you remember that?”

Lark is still avoiding eye contact but I hear her whispered yes as if she shouted it across the room.





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Harloe was born and raised in Minnesota. She is married to an amazing man and they have an adorable baby boy. They are what make life worth living for her. Harloe has a day job that she loves and is also passionate about horses, blogging, country living, and having fun.

Harloe has been in love with romance since she was a little girl reading fairy tales. The dream is to find the perfect person that completes your life, right? Novels have a way of bringing fantasy to reality and she's always up for an unforgettable adventure.


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[New Release & Review] Racer by Katy Evans

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Racer by Katy Evans Publication Date: September 28th, 2017 Genre: Contemporary Romance

Racer, an all-new standalone in the Real Series from New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans is LIVE!

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A bad boy with something to prove.
A woman with a mission.
The race of their lives.
The love of a lifetime.
I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name—Racer Tate—but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted.
He's the fastest, fiercest driver around.
Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep...
but his smile sends me to my knees.
The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. He's secretive, reckless, elusive. But his proximity pushes me beyond reason, and his kiss....
This is our last chance to win, and he is our only hope. I'm supposed to watch him—make sure he doesn't get into trouble. But it's an impossible task. And now the one in heart wrenching, toe-curling, soul-crushing trouble is me. Because when your heart belongs to someone, their truths become your own, and their secrets become your salvation...or your curse.
He says he wants me. He says I'm the One. But he also thinks he'll break my heart, one piece at a time until it's gone.

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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world. 14641897_1296497593718343_3282326832694013349_n.jpg

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BY LAURA LEE 




The thing I love most about this book is its background story on how Mental Illness is ok to talk about, its ok to ask for help when needed, its ok to tell your loved ones when you aren’t feeling ‘just right’. That right there makes this book even better than it was!!! Not being ashamed to speak up if you suffer from any type of mental illness.

With that being said, Racer Tate is the Ultimate in hotness!!! He feels the need for speed, he takes what he wants, he will stop at nothing to get the win. Street Racer by night and just living life alone. Coming to grips that he will live his life alone…

Lana is holding her family together. Pulling out all tricks to land a new driver for this year’s Formula 1 season. Her father has put all their money in this and she must see that this season, which could be their last, is the Best…they need the Championship. With no money in a budget to afford a seasoned driver, she heads out to find one on her own…to prove herself to her father and brothers.

Then comes this guy, the one guy who has the talent and guts enough to help us achieve what we’ve been working so hard for. And I’m feeling selfish, because I want him for myself as much as I want to win this championship. I’m tempted to throw all caution to the wind, and let myself fall for him even when I am afraid I am not getting much of a choice.

It’s not an easy beginning for Tate and Lana, that’s for sure!! It is a crashing start but the ride to the finish line was well worth it!!!

[Except Reveal] #1 Player by T.Gephart





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Releasing October 26, 2017




Lila Callan had an unconventional upbringing—unavoidable when your mother owns a brothel. But while she’d inherited some of her parents’ ‘wacky and offbeat’, she was also strong, independent and incredibly intelligent. The fact she was tall, beautiful and blond was a bonus she never really cared to exploit. She wasn’t uptight; it’s just that long term was more her thing, with zero interest in one-night stands.

Until she met Ryan York and then she isn’t so sure.

Blindingly good looking.
Insane body.
Infectious sense of humor.
And charm for days.
Ryan York was movie star material.
Except that he wasn’t.

He’d turned his back on the idea of hitting the big time, more content with being Eric Larsson’s—his best friend who was a movie star—right-hand man. Despite his laid-back persona, he was a guy who could get stuff done. And women lined up to be done by Ryan. He did not have a problem with that. Not. At. All.

Except his magical panty dropping powers didn’t seem to extend to the lovely Lila. And she wasn’t sure if she was going to teach the #1 player a new game, or find one herself.

One way or another, they were both getting naked.



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EXCERPT


I hated early mornings.
The darkness outside, the puff of visible breath that expelled from my lungs every time I opened my mouth—it was like starring in my own horror movie. My lack of sleep, contributing to the carnage.
And let’s not even talk about what obscene hour I had to wake up so I could shower and make myself look human. There was no way was I stepping off the plane in a pair of yoga pants and a messy hair bun when Ryan freaking York would be on the other side of the journey. But even though my pulse spiked and my nether regions clenched just at the mention of his name, turning into a Disney caricature, whistling happy tunes about catching the early worm or some shit wasn’t happening. There was only so much joy I was capable of before ten a.m. and I was currently maxed out.
The minute I’d arrived, I immediately regretted my outfit choice. The leather jacket, knee-high boots and dress I’d worn when I’d left my apartment had been perfect for a fall New York morning. But in California, I was roasting alive as I wrestled my way through the airport to the meeting point.
“Hey, princess.” Ryan slipped his shades down the bridge of his nose, peeking over the lenses as the rumble made its way up his throat. “I heard you’re looking for a ride.”
Oh. Help. Me. Jesus.
Every single muscle in my body seized at the sound of his voice, my legs freezing in place as my eyes ran up and down the length of his body. He was gorgeous, smoldering in a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt that hugged every curve of his abs like my tongue was aching to do.
His eyes were on me, doing a survey of their own, as a sexy smirk played on his lips. And while my brain knew flirting was his baseline, my hormones ignored that detail, my girlie bits salivating more than one of Pavlov’s dogs.


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T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.
With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.
While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have travelled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley the wonder dog.
An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.
T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colourful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey – she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.


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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

[New Release & Giveaway ] From The Ruins by Janine Infants Bosco

FROM THE RUINS(A Satan's Knights Novel) by Janine Infante BoscoPublication Date: September 26, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

Are you ready to get ruined with Pipe and Layla? 
Happy Release Day to Janine Infante Bosco - Author! 
¸.•´✶FROM THE RUINS¸.•´✶ 
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Model: Michael Joseph
Photographer: Reggie Deanching, R+M Photography
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¸.•´✶SYNOPSIS¸.•´✶
✶Pipe✶
In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.
✶Layla✶
He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***
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Excerpt From The Ruins © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco. Excerpt: Pipe confesses some of his truth. Sitting on the floor next to Oksana’s shoes, I reach for the bottle beside me and take a hefty swig. The liquid slides down my throat, burning my belly. I embrace the pain. I relish in it and wish for more. If I had any balls whatsoever, I’d take a knife to my own throat and feel the pain she felt when her life ended. “Hey, babe,” I mutter. “You with me today?” I ask the shoes, praying that by some miracle of God they’ll answer me. They won’t. They never do. But tonight, more than anything, more than whiskey and pain, I need her. I need to believe that she stills walks beside me every day. It doesn’t matter that she’s unseen or unheard, just as long as she’s near. It’s selfish of me to want her with me considering everything I’ve done since she’s left this earth. The booze, the nameless women, the list is fucking endless. “I forgot,” I confess as I close my eyes and take another gulp. “For a little while I forgot and it wasn’t because I was shitfaced or because I was too busy getting off to think of anything else. For the first time since you died, I distracted myself with a woman and didn’t fuck her. The shit thing is, it felt worse than sinking my dick into some faceless stranger. I came home, saw the shoes and felt guilty for playing you dirty.” Placing the bottle on the floor next to me, I lift my hands to my face and rub vigorously. “I’m losing it, Oksana,” I mutter. “I’m losing my fucking mind trying to live when all I want to do is die. What’s the point in living when everything I ever loved—you, the club, everything—is gone.” Taking a deep breath, I draw my hands away from my face and lean my head against the wall. “I forgot,” I whisper. “I forgot I had nothing because at the hardware store I was the guy who had everything. In the grocery store I was the man who had too much, and in Layla’s kitchen I was the man who wanted more.” When Layla’s friend Joey showed up and set me straight, I walked away. One glance at him and I remembered who I was and what I was worth. There is a reason men like him have everything and men like me have nothing. It’s nothing new to me. In fact, it’s something I’ve learned through the years, through the loss I’ve experienced myself and the loss I’ve witnessed through the eyes of my brothers. It’s the reason Wolf has three ex-wives and Jack buried his son. It’s the reason Riggs almost lost his woman and his child, and it’s the very reason Bones died. It’s why Blackie brings Christine flowers on a Saturday and I’m sitting here talking to a pair of shoes. It’s the choices you make when you’re young, the choices you think have no consequences. I’d be willing to bet my life that guy Joey doesn’t live with a mountain of regrets. A man like that rides on the right side of the law. He works hard for everything he has and that’s why he gets to keep it. He is rewarded for the choices he made when he was younger, when he fought against temptation and struggled instead of taking the easy way out in life. It is men like that who work a nine to five who never worry about bombs and bullets, and who live life to its fullest potential. I used to call those men pussies. But I’m the one sitting here with a half empty bottle of booze and a pair of shoes, looking for the courage to end my nightmare. The excessive knocking on the door jolts me away from my pity party and forces me onto my feet. Without wondering who it might be, I pull open the door and stare at Layla’s pretty face. Lifting the plate in her hands, she smiles warmly and a fire spreads throughout my chest. It’s the pain I’ve been looking for, the sweet satisfaction of my punishment. “Hi,” she murmurs. “You left kind of abruptly before—” “Why are you here?” I sneer, cutting her off. “Well, I thought if you couldn’t stay for dinner then I could bring dinner to you,” she explains, extending a dish toward me. She’s nice. Too fucking nice. I can’t handle nice. I can’t handle good. She made me forget today. She made me wish for more. Now I need her to remind me of the truth. I need her to lash out at me and give me the rawness of pain. I need her to prove to me I’m not worthy of her spit. I need the bitter, angry Layla who isn’t afraid to tell the guy next door he’s a bastard. “Look, lady, I fixed your fucking sink, played bitch to you and your kids all day and started the repairs on your car. Now I thought we were done for the day. What more can you possibly need from me? The roof cave in and you need some jerkoff to patch it up for you?” Her eyes flash and her nostrils flare as she glares at me. There it is. Give it to me, killer. Show me the truth. “Have you been drinking?” she asks, clenching her teeth. “What’s it to you?” I fire back. “I ain’t on the clock again until tomorrow.” Silently, she stares at me and I figure she’s getting a glimpse of the devil until her features soften. She cocks her head to the side and the fire fades from her eyes. “What’s happening here?” she whispers. “I thought we were okay. I mean, today—” “Today, nothing. Today I fucking bent over backward and took it in the ass because I felt bad for you.” “You felt bad for me?” she repeats. Come on, give it to me. “I pitied you. Look, lady, I get it. You’re lonely. Your husband left you, probably for a woman half your age. That would explain why you’re so fucking bitter, but I’m not looking to lick your wounds and play Daddy to a bunch of brats,” I sneer. “Maybe you can get that Joey character to pity fuck you and take on your tribe.” Suddenly, she drops the plate and rears her hand back. Her palm connects with my cheek and I grin devilishly at her. Burn. Make me burn. “That the best you got, killer?” “Fuck you,” she shrieks, pushing her hair out of her face as she clenches her jaw. “Not that it is any of your fucking business but Joey is my best friend’s husband! As for my marriage, I’m the one who left. My children have one father and one mother and that’s all they’ll ever have. You ever talk about my kids like that again, so help me Jesus I will fucking gut you. And as far as looking for someone to fuck me, I have standards and a vibrator, and even if I didn’t I’m pretty sure you’d be the last man I’d want to satisfy me. I wasn’t looking for anything. I came here because you were helpful to me and my children and I wanted to return the favor but you can…” Her words trail off. “Don’t stop there,” I growl. Following her gaze, my eyes zero in on Oksana’s shoes. “Of course,” she laughs sarcastically. “I should’ve known you’d have company. You must be slacking though since there is only one pair of shoes tonight,” she shouts as she goes to reach for them. “You’re a fucking pig,” she seethes. Snapping, my control flees and I reach for her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I scold, foaming at the mouth. “Those are my wife’s shoes,” I holler as I lose my footing and stumble back. Falling on my ass, Layla pulls her hand free from me and takes a step backward. Her eyes widen and she looks appalled. “You’re married?” she asks with her voice full of disgust. “Oh my God, you’re fucking married? I didn’t think it was possible for you to be a bigger piece of shit but—” “She’s fucking dead,” I shout, unable to listen to her anymore. I thought having her tell me I was a worthless piece of garbage would make me feel better, but having her think I’ve been stepping out on my wife is too much. Call me all the names in the world, blame me for her death, but don’t tell me I wasn’t devoted to her. I’m a lot of things but I’m no fucking cheat. “Lee,” she whispers hoarsely. “Get out,” I order, combing my fingers through my hair. Angling my head back, I meet her pitiful gaze and I shake my head. “Don’t look at me like that.” “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. Instead of taking a step backward, she takes two forward and kicks away the broken plate. She bends her knees and crouches down in front of me. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong. I don’t want her pity. Fuck her and her sorrow. “Go away,” I plead. Leave me to my hell. Leave me to my grief. Leave me alone where I’m meant to be. “I didn’t know,” she explains. “It doesn’t matter,” I say, turning away from her. “Lee—” she whispers. Then I feel her. Her hand touches mine and an electric current passes from her fingertips to mine. It’s too much and I snap my hand back. My eyes find hers and the burn in my chest deepens as the tears roll down her cheeks. “Get the fuck out,” I growl. She doesn’t move for a moment before she wipes her eyes and whispers her apologies once more. Without another word, she stands, but before she turns around she glances at the shoes. The truth is in those shoes. They’re the reminder. For those red shoes don’t only symbolize the sharp knife of a short life. They prove the worse consequence of all is waking up every day in a world you’re unworthy of living in. That’s the fucking truth I forgot. The truth Layla made me forget. A truth I’m unworthy of forgetting.
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Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
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[Release Blitz] Jo Raven Rook (Sex and Bullets, #3)

Title: Rook ( Sex and Bullets, #3)  Author: Jo Raven  Genre: Romance  Photographer: Eric Battershell  Model:  Zeke Samples  ...

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