Release Blitz: He Will Be Mine by Kristy Greenwood

He Will Be Mine

by Kirsty Greenwood
Publication Date: November 10, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy

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Nora Tucker is a shy, romcom obsessed admin assistant from a tiny English village.
Gary Montgomery is Hollywood’s hottest, most charismatic young star.
After seeing him in a movie, Nora believes that Gary might be her soulmate, her one true love, the person she’s supposed to grow old with until they both die at exactly the same moment, wrinkled hands intertwined, smiling smugly at each other because they had the greatest romance of all time.
Only… how on earth is this introverted Plain Jane supposed to get to LA, infiltrate Gary Montgomery’s inner circle and convince him that they’re meant for each other?
With the help of a super chilled Californian weather girl, a grumpy movie set designer, and an extremely passionate Adam Levine tribute act, Nora is about to find out…

About Kirsty Greenwood

Kirsty Greenwood
Kirsty Greenwood is a top ten bestselling author of funny, fearless and fast-paced romantic comedies about extraordinary love.
When she’s not writing books she composes musicals, cooks new recipes with varying success, walks the blustery hills where she lives, buys too much glittery eyeshadow, sings to her dog, kisses her husband and reads all of the books she can get her grabby hands on.

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Freebie! One Step After Another by Bethany-Kris

ONE STEP AFTER ANOTHER

by Bethany-Kris
The After Another Trilogy, book #1
Publication Date: September 14, 2020
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Crime Thriller, Organized Crime

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He finds the unfindable, but she’s terribly good at hiding …

Penny Dunsworth is dead.

Well, she should be—a piece of her certainly is. The broken girl she once was no longer exists. Now a trained assassin for The League, she’s turned into the worst nightmare for the monsters who once haunted her every waking moment. She has to be … it’s the only way to keep her past safe. That is if she can keep it from catching up.

Luca Puzza is chasing a ghost.

He’s never once been able to catch her in the five years that he spent searching. Until now. The promise he made to find the girl who disappeared without a trace turned into an obsession that changed his life. But the woman he was looking for is only a shadow of who he finds. She’s dangerous … for his heart and life, and so are the secrets she’s protecting.

One can only play with monsters for so long before they start to notice you’re not the same. In this world, predators can just as easily become prey.

Except she stopped being a victim long ago.

And it’s time for this to end.

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Note: One Step After Another is book one of the After Another trilogy following the same couple over a journey that takes them from present, to past, to future. The books should be read in order. The trilogy discusses triggering topics that may be uncomfortable for some. Please be advised and read at your own discretion.

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Release Blitz: One Second After Another by Bethany-Kris

ONE SECOND AFTER ANOTHER

by Bethany-Kris
The After Another Trilogy, book #3
Publication Date: November 9, 2020
Genres: Adult, Romantic Suspense, Crime Thriller, Organized Crime

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There’s only one way this can end …

Penny Dunsworth isn’t hiding.

Not anymore. An assassin turned legend, AWOL from her organization and hunted from all sides, nothing is going to stop her from finishing what she started. By the time she’s done with The Elite, no truth will be left untold, and maybe—just maybe—she can go back …

That is if she can make it out alive.

Luca Puzza only wanted to help.

His obsession with the white ghost has left him alone, estranged from his own world and family, and in constant danger. That doesn’t mean he’s going to give up. Besides, if he found her once, then he can do it again. And this time, he won’t be the one letting her go.

There’s too much on the line to fail.

She dares to wish for a life after pain. He dares to think they could have it. But it only takes one second for everything to change—one mistake could end it all.

Some say legends never die.

But what happens when they do?

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NOTE: One Second After Another is book 3 in the After Another trilogy. It follows the same couple – Luca and Penny – from present to past, and back again. The books must be read in order. Be warned, the trilogy discusses a subject that may be triggering.

The motel room Penny rented in the Bronx wasn’t much to look at. Peeling wallpaper with a faded flower design gave the single room—and attached bathroom—some color, at least. The brown, shag carpet had been laid at least three decades before she even existed. God only knew the things these walls had heard and seen.

That was about all she could say for the motel.

Then again, the place was booked by the hour. She was probably one of the only patrons in the place who paid for several days upfront which should have said enough. Nonetheless, she avoided focusing on the stains on the carpet never mind pulling the sheets off the bed. The old furniture had seen better days but the single table, chair, twin bed, and three-drawer dresser all served their purpose.

She’d stayed in worse.

Hell, she’d been raped in worse.

At least, she was out of the rain, had a place to sleep, and there was a decent diner down the street when her hunger became enough of an annoyance that she had no choice but to deal with it. The motel hadn’t required identification to book the room when she slapped down an extra thousand dollars to cover any damages.

Shit.

They could keep the money.

Maybe spruce up the room.

Penny wouldn’t come looking for it, anyway. And if she could help it, then she wouldn’t bring any problems to the motel, either. After all, the entire point of her getting a room was to use it to stay out of sight. No paper trail. She left nothing behind for someone to use to find her.

Since she didn’t have anything else to do, Penny had at least taken the time to open the duffle bag from Carson to look through the items inside properly. Her wigs were now hanging from wire hangers on the shower’s metal bar to keep them in decent shape should she need to use one. All the makeup that she might need to change her appearance had been set out on the table alongside three pairs of folded black jeans and matching tank tops. Not that the weapons needed to be cleaned, but she took her time with the gun, silencer, and even the knife just because she could.

What was time?

She had too much of it.

For now.

Keeping busy, even if it was only arranging her things and attempting to settle into the motel room for however long her stay would be, was something she could do. Actions she could control. A way to keep her mind from traveling elsewhere.

To keep her heart from hurting.

It always hurt, though.

Always.

Was it all a bit much? Not really. It was, however, exactly what Penny needed. The League had done more than teach Penny how to kill while giving her the chance to change history … even if it had taken her entirely too long to figure out the past never went away. They had also given her the ability to take care of herself.

In every way.

Mentally.

Physically.

In business.

Having already discarded the burner phone she used to contact Carson, she went ahead and picked a new phone from the pile on the dresser along with one of the cards to activate it. If the man followed her directions—and she knew he did—then each card and phone had been purchased from different locations. Despite burners being incredibly hard to track, it wasn’t actually impossible given enough time and the right hacker to do it.

Penny didn’t want to take chances.

Every single time she used one of the phones, it would be destroyed after. Including this time.

From the pocket of her black jeans, she produced a folded piece of paper that had barely made it through the day’s rain. The edges tore at her rough handling, but she didn’t care because she didn’t plan to use the number written inside again after today.

The thing about politicians?

Anything could be found with little effort. Including their addresses, home phone numbers, and even the names of the schools where their children attended.

Penny only cared about one of those—the phone number to the home where her mother had apparently moved in with her soon-to-be husband, the New Jersey senator, Gilles Tracey. Though they apparently lived in Jersey with the senator’s two daughters, they also kept a home in New York and frequently traveled between the two states.

Or, so Penny learned through her searches of the internet. Anything could be found … if someone looked hard enough.

Activating the phone and minutes on the card took little time, and before long, Penny had punched in the number. She put the phone on speaker and held it in front of her as she paced the short length of the motel room while the call rang through.

Once.

Then twice.

A third time.

She honestly didn’t know what she expected—getting the number had been a last-minute decision, and not one she really thought out entirely. So much about her mother and the last several years of her life hunting the woman and anyone connected to her had been carefully planned events. Nothing was left to chance.

The thing was …

Penny wanted Allegra to see her coming, now. Nothing else would do.

“Tracey residence—Joesph speaking,” came a male voice through the speaker.

Penny almost hung up.

Almost.

She didn’t think her mother would actually pick up the phone. She bet the senator had a whole house full of employees to handle every aspect of his daily business. That was before Penny factored in the people her mother probably had on hand.

Nothing about this would be easy.

She already knew it.

“Is Allegra home?” Penny asked opting to just … see.

“Ms. Hatheway is upstairs in her sitting room. Give me a moment—I’ll put you through. Who am I speaking to?”

“An old friend.”

The man didn’t even question it.

A click sounded on the phone before a ringing started again. This time, it only rang twice before the call was picked up.

The feminine voice that answered the call was unconcerned and blasé in tone, but the sound of her mother saying hello still felt like a knife raking down Penny’s spine.

“Hello,” Allegra greeted.

Penny dragged in a slow breath.

Allegra waited one second, and then another before saying again, “Is anyone there?”

“Do you think about me?”

Silence answered back.

It actually made Penny smile.

Then, her mother sucked in a hiss before saying, “Penny—”

She didn’t get more out.

Penny wouldn’t let her.

Nothing was on Allegra’s time anymore. She controlled nothing about Penny. It took years to figure that out, but here she was.

“Did you see me coming?” she asked.

A squeak echoed on the other end of the call, as if Allegra had jumped out of her chair. The woman’s next words came out sharp and stinging when she said, “You little bitch—do you know the mess you’ve caused us? You are dead. How long do you think you can last before we find you?”

Yes, she knew.

Too well.

She regretted nothing.

It had to happen.

“I only need to stay ahead of you, actually,” Penny returned. “What’s left of your organization now, Mother? Every move I’ve made has taken something else from you, hasn’t it? There isn’t very much left. Is The Elite even capable of going up against me now—or someone else, for that matter, if you step on the wrong toes trying to get to me?”

The League, she meant. Not that she would say it. That would simply give her mother information she might not otherwise have. Penny wouldn’t play that game. Just this phone call was dangerous enough.

And she only had one thing left to tell Allegra. Little else really mattered, and she refused to give the woman any more of her life or time than she needed to. Even in her death, Allegra Dunsworth would only get what she deserved and nothing more.

It was all Penny could promise.

The only thing she guaranteed.

“The white ghost is coming for you,” Penny told her mother. “Watch for me, Allegra. I’ll be seeing you.”

Penny ended the call as her gaze found the clock on the motel room’s wall. Directly over the bed, it was the only thing on the walls. The second hand kept ticking. A lot like the beats of her broken heart that smashed against her ribcage because just talking to her mother was enough to damn near unravel everything that kept Penny sane.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the clock echoed in the back of her mind. It continued counting down the seconds until she could finally finish this. One after another. She watched the time go.

What choice did she have?

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Release Blitz: Blood & Bones: Deacon by Jeanne St. James

Title: Blood & Bones: Deacon

Series: Blood Fury MC #4
Author: Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: November 7, 2020
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Sometimes a challenge comes along that can either make or break you…

Deacon has a great life. A loyal brotherhood within the Blood Fury MC. A successful bail bonds business he runs with his cousin, Judge. A faithful dog. He’s also an expert at seducing the ladies. He’s got the looks. He’s got the charm. And he’s got the skill.

Or at least he thought he did. Until he met his match. A woman who not only resists him, but challenges him at every turn. 

As an expert bounty hunter, he’s been hired to capture a violent fugitive. Dealing with a dangerous man is one thing, but dealing with a stubborn woman is quite another. And the victim just happens to be her younger sister.

For Deacon, winning over a woman has never been this difficult. The more she fights his “charm,” the more determined he is not to give up. This is one war he can’t afford to lose, not only for her, but with locating the fugitive before he finds his victim. 

It’s a challenge he’s willing to take on, as long as it doesn’t destroy him first.

Note: Blood & Bones: Deacon is the fourth book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA. It’s recommended to read this series in order.


“Four fuckin’ days.”

He lifted one eyelid and stared at his giant of a cousin who was filling the doorway of Deacon’s office.

He had his feet kicked up on his desk with his ankles crossed, his arms crossed over his chest and he’d been trying to take a little snooze. He guessed that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. He reluctantly lifted his other eyelid.

Judge apparently had a burr up his ass today.

Deacon just might be that burr.

“Last I checked there are seven days in a week, not four. Learn to count, cuz.”

Judge took a step into the office and shoved Deacon’s feet off his desk. “Four fuckin’ days to do a job that shoulda taken two.”

“Got sidetracked.”

“Yeah, like normal. By pussy.”

“It was decent pussy.” Otherwise he would’ve been home a day earlier.

“Glad you were havin’ fun while my ass was back here takin’ our business seriously.”

“Hey, I got the job done and the money should be hittin’ our account any day now.”

Judge only grunted.

His cousin and business partner couldn’t argue that because it was true. They were getting a nice little chunk of change for Deacon finding a fugitive out in the boonies of northern Pennsylvania. The skip had been hiding out in a hunting cabin in the woods, where cell phone coverage was sketchy, and the neighbors consisted of mostly white-tail deer, black bear and squirrels. And a few backwoods rednecks.

Despite that, Deacon managed to track down the bail jumper, get him cuffed and deliver him to the nearest police station for the bondsman to come haul his ass back to Jersey.

It actually only took him a day and a half. But Deacon wasn’t bringing up that point right now. Not when he had a scowling giant standing a couple feet away from him.

Fee-fi-fo-fum.

“What’s up your ass anyway? Is Cassie findin’ herself unsatisfied with your baby carrot cock and forcin’ you to fuck your Fleshlight again?”

“Got nothin’ to do with Cassie.”

“Then, why you bein’ a dick?”

Judge planted his knuckles on Deacon’s desk and leaned over until they were face to face. “’Cause I can.”

“Whatever. Be Mr. Grumpy McGrumpFace all you want. I still wuv you.” He puckered his lips and made kissing sounds at Judge. “You need a hug?”

“Need you to take your fuckin’ job seriously.”

“This ain’t a job, Judge. It’s my business, too.”

“Then fuckin’ act like it!” his cousin bellowed.

Justice, his American Bulldog, got up from lying at Deacon’s feet to come around the desk. He nudged Judge with his nose.

“Jussie don’t like you yellin’, just sayin’.”

“Then stop makin’ me do it.”

Deacon’s cell phone rang and vibrated at the same time. Unknown Number popped up on his screen. He snagged the phone off his desk and put it to his ear. “Deacon Edwards, skip tracer extraordinaire and all around awesome badass.”

He grinned as Judge rolled his green eyes.

“This Justice Bail Bonds?” the male with a heavy accent on the other end asked.

He sat straight up in his chair. “Yeah, it is.”

“This is Anthony Bianchi from Bianchi Bail Bonds…”

“Okay?” Deacon hit the speaker button on his phone and placed his cell on the desk so Judge could listen, too.

“From Philly,” the man finished.

So, that was the accent. Fucking Philly. He hated that city. It was almost like Jersey, but way worse. It was Jersey’s sweaty armpit.

Even so, the guy was acting like they should have heard about Bianchi Bail Bonds. Like they were famous or something.

“Yeah, so…” Deacon prodded.

“Yeah, so got ya numba from anotha bondsman. He said you’re good at trackin’ down these fuckwads when they skip.”

Well, that sounded like a glowing review. His eyes met Judge’s. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“I need betta than good.”

“I’m betta than good,” Deacon repeated with a smirk.

There was a pause on the other end of the call. “You makin’ fun of my accent?”

He nodded while answering, “Nope. So, what d’you need from us?”

“Got a skip that might end up in your area. This guy’s a real piece of work, though. Domestic abuse. Sexual assault. Attempted murder. How tha fucka got bond, who fuckin’ knows. Probably some asshole judge who’s worried about tha man’s reputation ratha than the victim’s right to live without fea.”

Fea? Deacon rolled his eyes. For fuck’s sake, fear.

This dude was worried about victim’s rights? He was making scratch off that “fucka.”

“Also, tha asshole’s got no problem with witness intimidation.”

“So, he’s dangerous,” Deacon concluded.

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Anthony said. “He’s been in and out of jail, likes to use and abuse women. Sweet talks ‘em for a while, gets in good with ‘em, then boom, runs up their credit cards, wipes out their bank accounts, and’s got no problem thinkin’ he’s a man by makin’ a woman do what she don’t wanna do. I got two sistas, I don’t got time for that kinda trash, hear what I’m sayin’?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Deacon muttered. He didn’t have time for that kind of trash, either. Jemma might be his cousin, but she was more like a sister to him and he wouldn’t want a man doing that to her. Or any other woman.

“Anyhow, he’s bad fuckin’ news. That means if you take this job and you see ‘im, you gotta watch yourself. Make sure you got protection. I wouldn’t put it past ‘im to take a shot at ya. I wouldn’t put it past him to take out tha woman. Which is why I’m callin’ ya.” The man hacked a couple of times, not bothering to cover the phone when he did so. “Last woman he fucked up and drained dry is now up near you in Mansfield. Probably tryin’ to hide out ‘til the trial. But now the mothefucka’s probably lookin’ for her to either convince her to drop the charges or make her disappea.”

Like swim with the fishes type of disappearing?

“You notify Mansfield PD?” Deacon asked him.

“Yeah, first call I made.”

“They probably don’t have enough people to sit on her full time.”

“That’s why you were my second call.”

Deacon could hear the unspoken “dumbass” on the end of that. “Wouldn’t it be smarter to get her a damn bodyguard?”

“Prolly, but that ain’t my problem. My problem’s findin’ tha fucka and deliverin’ him to the court and gettin’ my fuckin’ money back. I’m a business, not a babysitta. The victim has to look out for her own ass. It was her fault for gettin’ involved with this putz in tha first place.”

So, Bianchi was saying the victim pretty much deserved what she got. Fucking great.

“She the only victim involved in his current case?”

“Yeah. He did a numba on her, and guess she wasn’t gonna take it lyin’ down.”

“Good for her,” Deacon muttered.

“Not so good for her, if this whacko finds her.”

“He got connections? Like, does he have the assets to take out a hit on her?”

“Nah. He’s just a broke-ass losa. Gets his jollies from breakin’ women, physically and financially.”

“So, what are you askin’ me to do?” Deacon asked, scraping a hand down his beard.

“Snag his ass and hold ‘im for me.”

“You sure he’s comin’ up this way?”

“Nope. But if I can find the victim, so can he.”

“She aware he skipped?”

“Don’t fuckin’ know. Again, not my problem. That’s tha DA’s problem.”

The District Attorney for the City and County of Philadelphia probably had way bigger problems and cases than one domestic abuse incident. Their office was most likely overwhelmed.

“So, ya interested?” Bianchi asked.

Deacon met Judge’s eyes. His cousin gave him a slight chin jerk.

“Depends on what it’s payin’,” Deacon said after a few seconds.

“I’ll give ya ten.”

A measly ten percent? Deacon shook his head and laughed. “Then no, ain’t interested. ‘Specially if this asshole’s violent.”

“Twelve then.”

“No.”

“Whadya want? No guarantee he’s headin’ up your way.”

“Right, that means I might be wastin’ a lot of time sittin’ on the vic if he decides to go underground and forget she ever existed.”

“Got a feelin’ he won’t forget her. He’s tha kinda dick who don’t like a bitch gettin’ tha better of ‘im.”

“Yeah?”

“He might go underground, then pop up like a weasel when she least expects ‘im, slice her damn throat and then go back into his hidey-hole. He’s tha kinda dumbass who thinks if there’s no witness, tha charges will be dropped.”

“Again, sounds like she needs a bodyguard. Not my area of expertise.”

“And again, that’s her problem, not mine.”

Judge blew out a breath and shook his head.

Deacon was sure his expression matched Judge’s annoyed one. This guy was a total fucking asshole. But, in truth, the man was right, his job had been to provide a bond for a criminal. That was it. He wasn’t a crusader of justice.

But then, neither was Deacon or Judge.

He pursed his lips and considered what the job may be worth. “Twenty-five percent.”

“Cazzo! I’ll find someone cheapa.”

“You get what you pay for, Bianchi. You get fucked if he’s not captured. Somethin’s better than nothin’, right?”

Through the phone, Deacon heard fingers drumming against what he figured was a desk, so he stayed quiet and waited.

“Twenty,” Bianchi countered.

“Twenty-five. Last chance or I’m hangin’ up. Don’t got time for these fuckin’ games.” He needed to stare at the back of his eyelids soon. Bianchi was interrupting his nap.

“All right. You drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five.”

Deacon smiled up at Judge. His cousin didn’t return that smile. “Email us the bond, docket, photos, any info I’m gonna need.” He rattled off the business email address. “Soon.”

“Gonna get it to ya in the next half hour.”

“I’ll be in touch if I got any questions. You find him first, let me know.” Deacon ended the call before getting a response. He leaned back in his comfy office chair and folded his arms behind his head. “What you thinkin’?”

Judge shook his head. “Just wonderin’ what pussy you’re gonna fall into while in Mansfield.”

“Don’t be a hater. Not ready to settle down like you, old man.”

“Then hopefully you’re wrappin’ it tight when you go divin’.”

“Also not makin’ the same mistake you did. Learned from you to never trust a fuckin’ woman.” He grinned. “’Cept for Mom. I trust her.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Judge threw at him as he walked out of Deacon’s office.

“What does that mean?” Deacon yelled.

Judge paused right outside the door. “When she used to tell you all the cookies or pie were gone? She was just savin’ that shit for me.”

“Bullshit.”

“Keep tellin’ you, I was the son she never had.” A snort came from down the hall.

Justice sat down next to him and whined. “Guess you’re gonna be hangin’ with Bubba Grump for a few days. I got some scratch to make.” The bulldog laid his head on Deacon’s lap and turned his chocolate brown eyes up at him. “Would take you along if I could, believe me. You can hang with ya sista. And Daisy.” He rubbed Jussie’s head. “And make sure you take a huge shit in the giant’s boots. I’ll give you extra treats when I get back if you do.”

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Release Blitz: The Test by Elena Monroe

Title: The Test
Series: The 4Horsemen #2
Author:
Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: November 4, 2020
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I woke up to my roommate and best friend missing. In her place was a note on my bedside table that read: You can only find me with your eyes closed. 
No one thinks a note like that is meant for them. 
I knew it was meant for me, a clue, a way to seek Justice
Whoever left me that note was hoping I didn’t let my parent’s legacy die when they did. They wanted to see what kind of warfare I was capable of. 

Justice before starting a war with the man who wrote the rule book… 
I woke up every day to the same nonsensical bullshit that was my life. 
They say only bad things only happen after dark but I was the exception to every rule. I was bad and I happened whenever I wanted. 
I wanted someone to challenge me, put me in my place, force me to be better than war strategies and hold the audacity to traipse across enemy lines. 
A pink haired receptionist wasn’t my first choice for shaking my resolve. 
I can still smell her but I wanted to know if she’d taste like Victory.

Death before dishonor meant not losing to her…
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Answering the phone, I held onto my breath, when I heard an older woman’s voice come through. “So, you’re the guy responsible for her bad attitude.”
A nervous laugh erupted from me. I had never dated anyone long enough to give them the idea that I would want to speak to anyone important to them.
Besides her.
“I’m so glad you called me back…” The Clave mask slipped back into place, polishing all my stained edges in the hopes of impressing her.
“Didn’t give me much of a choice, since you’ve been calling me every day. Is there something I can help you with?” Her voice showed her age, but her mouth was a family heirloom passed down to Justice.
“I love Justice very much. I wanted to express this to you and prove that I deserve her hand in marriage.”
Laughter poured in from the other end of the phone. “You don’t take no for an answer, do you? If she wanted to marry you, I don’t think she would have evacuated LA like a natural disaster was headed her way.”
“Respectfully, no. I don’t lose gracefully.”
“Go on. I’m gonna need to hear you express those feelings,” she said, but not with an iron fist. Her voice sounded tired and worried for Justice.
“Okay… I’m not a great person, but I’m a better person because of her. I want to be good enough to deserve her.”
“Oh, honey, she wasn’t always a good person either and don’t you let her forget it. Wicked girls like her can’t forget to be humble…”

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Elena Monroe grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each emotion, each character’s name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories. 

Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art. Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in Connecticut with husband, reformed bad boy. 
Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at @elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more
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Review: Blood & Bones: Judge by Jeanne St. James

Length: 378 pages

Published: September 5, 2020

Rating:⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Source: Kindle Unlimited

Synopsis

Some risks are more dangerous than others…

Judd “Judge” Scott lives a simple life running a successful business with his cousin, Deacon. As a bail bondsman and bounty hunter, he’s good at what he does.

He never expected Trip to come home and resurrect the Blood Fury MC, reopening old wounds. Being asked by the new prez to fill his late father’s boots as the Sergeant at Arms should be a hard no for Judge. Not only are they some pretty big boots to fill, but he also has too much to lose if things go sideways. Besides it risking his bail bonds business, he’s worried history will repeat itself and Judge wants to avoid ending up in prison, or dead, exactly like his father did. Even so, he reluctantly takes the spot as the club’s enforcer and wears his old man’s colors on his back.

Despite having no interest in a woman complicating his life, he’s intrigued by the young mother who shows up in town with her little girl. However, once Judge learns why she’s come to Manning Grove, he finds he has no choice but to get involved. And that could create more complications than they’re worth.

Note: Blood & Bones: Judge is the third book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA. It’s recommended to read this series in order.

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Judge and Cassie are currently my favorite couple of the series! That happy ending had me blubbering! This was a great addition to the series and I can’t wait to read the next one!

Blog Tour: You Are Mine by Victory Storm


Title: You Are Mine 
Author: Victory Storm 
Genre: Mafia Romance 


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Can a love that defies the law of two families divided by an ancient grudge ever survive?
Ginevra Rinaldi never knew what freedom was. Living in a golden cage, smothering and full of rules dictated by her father, she is used to obeying and suffering her family punishments for any of her rebellious acts.
Lorenzo Orlando has abdicated his place as heir to the Orlando family heritage in order to have the freedom to be and do what he wants, even risking his own life. However, today he is a respected man and is the owner of Rockart City`s most prestigious venue, the Bridge.
Determined to break the mold as well as the rules, Ginevra will end up in the wolf`s den. What will happen when she becomes ensnared by Lorenzo`s penetrating gaze and finds out that she can no longer escape him? How much time will Ginevra have before becoming Lorenzo’s prey?

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Victory
Storm is an Italian author. She lives in Aosta with her husband, her two dogs
and five cats.

After
working as a teacher and as an interior design, she opens a publishing house
and publishes his novels.

After the
success of the Blood Saga and “A Star In My Life”, she becomes an
established writer and decides to devote herself completely to writing.

Today
Victory has sold 65,000 copies and published 20 novels, some of which have been
translated into French, Spanish and Portuguese.

In English,
she has published three romance novels (“A Star In My Life”, “In
Love With A Star”, “The Sweet Poison Of Revenge”), a mafia
romance (“You Are Mine”) and two new adult romances ( “Love
Hurricane” and “Broken Rules”).

 

“You
Are Mine” was very successful in Italy entering the Top 100 of Amazon.it
and was also very appreciated in France and Spain where it climbed the iTunes
Books chart.

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Blog Tour: Falling In London by Courtney Giardina

Title: Falling In London
Author: Courtney Giardina
Genre: Romantic Comedy

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Standing alone in an empty Paris apartment, Tate Montgomery must make a choice. Let her broken heart get the best of her or figure out how to make the best of a bad situation. She chooses the latter and ends up starting anew in London.
Now the owner of Simple Charms Events, Tate just landed the job of a lifetime. The pressure is on as she only has a few weeks to pull off a lavish event. The problem- she must work up close and personal with the company liaison. Brooks Walker is handsome, charming, and every bit of the distraction Tate can’t afford.
In the midst of catering appointments, dessert tastings and off the beaten path detours, Tate starts to realize that Brooks may be exactly what her broken, down on love heart needs. If she lets him in, their relationship could ruin everything she’s worked for, but what if it doesn’t?
Tate has to decide if her career is more important than the happy ever after she’s been waiting for or if it’s possible she just might be able to have both.

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Courtney Giardina is a Rochester, NY native who now lives in North Carolina. She published her first novel in 2013. Tear Stained Beaches defined the staple of what her self-publishing mantra would become, strong, independent women finding their place in the world. Her time working in the music industry inspired her to write the Behind the Strings series. Her romantic comedy, Falling in London will release in October 2020.
As a creative, she has not only published multiple novels, but has appeared on TV shows like Nashville and has a weekly YouTube show all about inspiring others to dream big and believe in themselves because life is too short to wonder, “what if.”

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Cover Reveal: Ruined Promises by Stefanie Jenkins


Title: Ruined Promises 
Author: Stefanie Jenkins 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: November 19th 


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One dance. One decision.

It only took one night out to turn Lexi Baker’s so-called perfect world upside down. A chance encounter with a tall, dark, and handsome stranger makes her feel things she’s never felt before, both physically and emotionally. When her emotions get the best of her, she escapes with only his first name: Ben.

A one-night stand—that’s all it was supposed to be. She was never supposed to see him again. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to be standing in her office Monday morning being introduced as her new boss.

Ben and Lexi promise each other that nothing more can happen and they must remain professional. But some promises are meant to be ruined, right?


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Stefanie Jenkins is a contemporary romance author and stay at home mom. Born and raised in Maryland, she has called Surf City, North Carolina home for the past two years with her husband, two sons and new black lab puppy. When not bringing the characters to life in her head, Stefanie enjoys reading, watching true crime or cooking shows, browsing Pinterest and collecting coffee mugs with funny sayings. You can always put a smile on her face with a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, photos of Grant Gustin and inappropriate memes.  

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