Thursday, November 19, 2015

Release Day Blitz - Crazy by M. Dauphin

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Title: Crazy 
Author: M. Dauphin 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Day Blitz: November 19, 20, & 23 
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A single father, Benton is learning to live with the loss of his wife while also learning how to raise a baby on his own. Gabby has a dark past that she fights every day and has plenty of people to help get her through the lonely nights. When the two get together, one of them just wants to move forward and the other just wants to forget. Sometimes forgetting isn't as easy as it sounds, though. Benton will do anything he can to help Gabby, even if it means putting everything he's worked for on the line. Will she recognize his efforts before it's too late or are they both a little too crazy to make it work?

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*Stand alone full length novel. This story is a spin off of characters from M. Dauphin's best selling novel Just GO*

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Dauphin lives in Southern Illinois with her husband, two tiny kiddos, and two insane dogs. Being a writer is something she never thought she'd want to do, but she's SO GLAD she started this journey. If you want to get on her good side, Coffee is always the way to go. Reviews help also. She loves everything but bugs and tornadoes... and a few other things.

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Release Blitz - Book Boyfriend by DC Renee




What would you do if you ran into a real life book boyfriend?



You might scream or maybe giggle.

You might play coy or maybe stare.

You might ask for a picture or maybe an autograph.

You might call your girlfriends or maybe post about it.

What did I do? I ran. Literally.



Kim was a typical college student with a splash of dorky, a dash of funny, and a pinch of clumsy…well, maybe more than a pinch. After making a fool of herself in front of her classmate Brent, and his friend, Travis, a dead-ringer for one her book boyfriends, she tried to stay away. But after a few hilarious chance encounters, they became fast friends.



And then came the bet. It was Travis versus Brent, but somehow Kim got roped in to help team Travis. He was supposed to find and woo his real life book girlfriend. What could go wrong with a couple of college kids and an innocent bet? Let the shenanigans and laughter ensue! And maybe add in a bit of friendship, fun and most definitely, love. 












DC Renee has been writing all her life, from cheesy poems in elementary school (i'll share an example just so you know how cheesy: Flowers are my favorite thing; they usually bloom during spring. Pink, blue, yellow and green, so many colors that I have seen...etc.) to short stories and monologues, and eventually fan fictions for Days of Our Lives.

It was thanks to that superbly encouraging fan fiction community that DC found the courage to publish her first book - Let Me Go. It held fast in the top 100 Best Selling Contemporary Romance Fiction Novels on Amazon for over a month, going as low as the top 20's. Naturally, she loves to read, but she also likes watching hockey, dancing for fun, and loves her family.







BOOK TOUR - Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan + GIVEAWAY $50 Amazon Gift Card





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Meet Willow and Kane in the newest stand alone by Harper Sloan!
NOW AVAILABLE on the following retailers: 
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Blurb
Mirror, mirror ... who's the fairest of them all?
I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldn't grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all 'mean girls.'
And those mean girls were right - it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world - and I knew the answer would never be me.
The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests.
The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.
Well, that's definitely not Willow Tate.
No. That will never be me.
Because I'm completely imperfect.
And ... I hate myself.
I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.

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Excerpt
“Are you nervous right now?”
I nod.
“Tell me why.”  His demand, steady and calm, gives me the courage I need to tell him.  To open a vein and bleed my insecurities.
“I’m not perfect,” I whisper.
“And neither am I, Willow.  I don’t want perfect.  What so many see as perfect, to me, is fake.  Perfect isn’t achievable naturally.  No one, and I mean no one, is perfect.”
I’m shaking my head before he’s even done speaking, but one long finger comes up and presses against my lips before I can speak.
“No, let me finish.  There isn’t beauty in perfection.  It’s as fake as the image the word projects.  Beauty is found in imperfection, Willow, because to admit you’re not perfect means you’re admitting you’re not whole and absolute.  When I think of myself, I see someone willing to admit he’s as far from complete as it gets because, in order to get to that perfection, I need to find the other part of me who will make my life better.  To take all the faults I have and fill them, and only then will I be there.  You see, the way I see it, the only way to become perfect is to find that perfectly imperfect person who brings it out of you.”
When he stops, I swear I might have stopped breathing.  How am I supposed to respond to that? 
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice strong and sure.
“Yes, Kane.  Nerves or not, I do.”
“Then let me show you what I see when I look at you.”
He brings his hands up, framing my face once again in a way I’m quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of.  His warm eyes implore, begging me without words to let him continue.  I do not intend to stop him, regardless of the butterflies currently taking over my system.  I’m all in.

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About the Author:
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Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!


Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.




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Cover Re-Reveal - Fair Trade by Dylan Cross

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"When you're at the top, the only way to go is down."
Corporate VP Joanna Barnes is condescending, domineering and micromanaging. She belittles and insults the workers beneath her. In other words, she's a bitch. Her behavior at her industry's trade show is no different. Her poor intern, Steve, has been on the receiving end of her verbal abuse all day. But, when the two of them get behind closed doors in the hotel room... it will be Steve's turn to call the shots, as he literally brings the curvy executive to her knees...
Fair Trade is a tale of role reversal. Curvy VP Joanna is loathed and despised by all of her subordinates. Steve, however, knows how to handle a woman like Joanna, and it will be a ride she'll never forget...
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Joanna is the boss from hell; Steve is her trainee who can do nothing right, and she lets him know about it at every opportunity. We're introduced to both characters at their company's trade show, where they're working a display booth together. We cringe as Joanna lays into her intern repeatedly, referring to him sarcastically as "genius" and reminding him that he "doesn't get paid to think." At this point, we ask ourselves why he doesn't just give his notice.
The answer comes in the main part of the story, and Cross doesn't waste time in getting us there. The two are lovers, but with a twist: it's complete and total role reversal. A half hour after taking a brutal verbal beating from Joanna in public, she's blindfolded outside his hotel room door, begging for sex. Perhaps seeking payback for her earlier abuse, he makes her describe the purpose of her visit in explicit detail, even while other hotel patrons pass in the hallway. (She gets groped by strangers a couple of times, but no serious action here.) When he finally grants her admittance to his room, she's made to crawl to him on her hands and knees. He even strips her of her right to speak of herself in the first person tense. Instead, Joanna is made to refer to herself with such colloquial titles as "this skank" and "your whore." Steve lays it on thick as well, labeling his boss with the filthiest, most degrading names imaginable. Delightfully, he even speaks to her in the same verbiage which she used to berate him: when she says that she entered the hotel room because she thought it was what he wanted, he informs her that she "doesn't get paid to think."
This story is packed with action, but it's not novel-length. Dylan Cross moves the story along well, and doesn't bog it down with needless details. We're never told what the company's actual niche is; nor is it relevant to the story. The physical descriptions of the main characters are also largely left to our imagination. Steve the trainee is in his early twenties and is well-endowed, but we're not inundated with descriptions of "rippling abs" or "steely, penetrating blue eyes." In fact, Joanna is blindfolded for a good portion of the scene, and the entire story is told from her perspective.
We're given a little more detail about her: a dyed blonde with a large chest, fifteen years older than her trainee and a very full figure which she's uncomfortable about. In fact, in this reader's opinion, this is what sets the story apart from other "raunchy reads." Rather than giving Joanna a stripper or gymnast's body, Cross instead elected to write her as a real-life woman, and it's what makes the story work: like thousands of women who aren't a size 2, Joanna is dealing with tremendous insecurity about her physical appearance. However, as is often the case, others around her have no problem with the way she looks, and accept her as she is. This includes a number of observers and voyeurs, as well as Steve himself. Ostensibly, he could have someone his own age, but instead pursues an affair with his much-older boss. The various sex games he plays with her, while seemingly centered on humiliation and degradation, actually end up serving the opposite purpose: demonstrating to Joanna that she is a very sexy and desirable woman.
Compared to Dylan Cross' other work, this storyline is more refined. The sex is consensual. At one point, Joanna balks and wants to end the affair, but her lover won't let her and instead sets her straight. There's spanking and whipping, but it doesn't overshadow the story. The name-calling is the piece which is most likely to turn certain readers off: it gets pretty vulgar. However, it's obvious that it's part of the play; it's also understood by both parties that, if the intern were to employ such degrading talk anywhere other than the bedroom, he'd immediately find himself unemployed.
This story is a recommended read. A word of caution, however: if you have a tyrannical "boss from hell," chances are you'll never look at her in the same way again!

EXCERPT & NEW COVER REVEAL - Vegas Love by Jillian Dodd



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Tears threaten to fall, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand here and feel sorry for myself. And even though Cade’s lecture about getting my life together is screaming in my brain, I can’t help it. I can’t deal with all this.
I stomp off the dance floor, stopping to grab a bottle of champagne and one of the cashmere throw wedding favors.
I’m just rounding the corner, making my escape, when I hear a voice say, “Hey, Hotass, where you sneaking off to?”
I stop and spin around, the sudden movement almost causing me to fall. I grip the bottle tighter. Can’t spill the champagne. I’m going to need every ounce to drown my sorrows.
The guy grabs my elbow, keeping me upright.
I stare at his big hand, then follow his arm up to a broad shoulder and a face so handsome it makes my heart ache.
“You saved the champagne,” I tell him. He grins, the smile changing his face from handsome to devastatingly hot. “You look sorta familiar. Have we met before?”
“Probably in your dreams.”
I touch his light brown hair, which is flipped up in the front. “You have cute hair.”
“I have a lot of other cute parts,” he flirts. “Wanna feel them all?”
I chuckle. “You’re funny. Did you really just call me Hotass?”
“I call ’em as I see ’em.”
I lean back to check out my ass, which makes me sort of dizzy.
He grabs me again, this time planting his hands firmly on my hips.
“I bet you’re good in bed,” I blurt out, imagining those strong hands guiding me on top of him.
“Only one way to find out,” he says with a smirk.
What is with that smirk? Is he as fucking hot as I think he is?
“I’m gonna need to be drunker for that,” I say.
“Way to kill my ego—and my hard on,” he says seriously.
I lock eyes with him. “You’re teasing me.”
“Maybe a little.” He grins again. “So, back to my first question. Where are you sneaking off to?”
“Not sure. Over here somewhere—away from everyone.”
“Not in the mood to party?” He grabs the champagne bottle and takes a slug.
“Let’s suffice it to say I’ve had a rough week. Do you know why I’ve had a bad week?” I ask. I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone in the world has seen the Ashlyn Roberts sex tape, despite Cade’s efforts to get it taken down.
“Honestly, no,” he says.
“Really? Do you not get on the Internet?”
“Usually I do, just not this week.”
“Why not this week?” I hold my hand up in front of his cute face. “Wait, don’t answer that. Just come with me.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem—with my whole life, really.” I give him a pout and look into his warm, brown eyes. He has the kind of eyes that make me want to curl up in his lap and let him pet me.
He touches my nose. “If you’re leading, Hotass, then I’m following. If only for the view.”
“You can walk next to me.” I grab his hand, leading him down the path and away from the party.
Suddenly, I realize I’m holding his hand.
And it feels—good, natural, warm. He’s a walking contradiction. I can’t decide if that smirk just makes me one-night stand horny or if I want to keep him.
When we get to a grassy clearing under a large tree, I say, “This looks like a good spot. Here, you spread out the blanket. I’ll hold the champagne.”
Once our spot is ready, he helps me sit down.
“Wow, the view up here is gorgeous,” I say, looking out over the grounds of the country club that sits on a cliff in northern California.
“It is,” he says. “You can see the ocean, the stars, and can still hear the music from the wedding.”
“Here’s to gorgeous views,” I say, raising the bottle in the air and looking more at him than the view. With his gorgeous smile, hot body, and pretty face, he’s quite the sexy package.
I take a gulp of champagne then pass it to him. He takes a drink and hands it back.
“Sure you haven’t had enough already?” he asks.
“Oh, no. I’m just getting started. Tell me why you weren’t on the Internet. You may have been the only one in the world who didn’t see me at my worst.”
He hands me his phone. “If you want me to see so bad, why don’t you show me?”
I shake my head. “No! I don’t want anyone to see! I was naked. Doing things. It’s really embarrassing.”
He glances at my chest, which is on full display in my sequined bridesmaid gown. “Somehow, I doubt that. Maybe you could reenact it for me.”
I roll my eyes and pass him the champagne. “Where are you from anyway?”
“Seattle,” he says.
“And how do you know the bride and groom?”
“Family friends.”
“You’re cute. Are you an actor?”
He laughs. “Me? No.”
“Model?”
“Uh, nope.”
“Hmm,” I say, trying to figure out how a guy this hot could be anything else.
“You’ll never guess,” he tells me.
“Fireman?”
“I’m an attorney.”
“No way! You’re way too sexy to be a lawyer!” I blurt out.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Yes, in fact, tonight we’re going to have fun. You and me. No names. No baggage. Just fun. I will call you Sexy and you can call me—”
“Hotass,” he says, handing me the bottle and giving me a lopsided grin. “Drink, Hotass.”
We goof around, taking selfies and videos of ourselves drinking and dancing crazily.
“Are you a good guy?” I ask.
“Never had any complaints,” he teases. At least, I think he’s teasing. But with the way he looks, he’s probably not. And I kinda want to test that theory.
I smack him. “I’m not talking about sex. I mean, at the core, are you the kind of asshole who would sell our silly pictures and videos to the tabloids?”
“If I were an asshole, I’d tell you no but do it anyway.”
“True. Lie down and look at the stars with me.” I push on his chest, which is broad, hard, and doesn’t budge.
“You add some sugar to all that bossiness, and I might be more likely to do what you say,” he says.
When he says sugar, I take another swig, drop flat on my back, and let out a huge sigh. “I fucking hate sugar.”
“You hate sugar?” he asks, lying next to me. “Tell me you’re not one of those girls who doesn’t eat anything sweet.”
“I love sweets but this guy I used to date wrote a song about me. Said I was like sugar and a hurricane.”
“Those things don’t really go together.”
“He thought I was sweet like sugar but crazy like a hurricane, or something. I don’t know. I thought it was cute when he sang it for me, but then he told me that our relationship and the song would help him go more mainstream. It did.”
“Then what happened?”
“He hit it big and decided he didn’t need me anymore. We’d been together for a year. One night he kissed me on the forehead and went to get sushi.” I look at Sexy. “Have you ever kissed the forehead of a girl you didn’t love?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Wait. Are you dating anyone?”
“Me?” He points to himself and laughs. “Definitely not.”
“Why not? You’re a cute guy.”
“My long-time girlfriend and I parted ways about a year ago.”
“Parted ways?”
“When another anniversary came and went without a proposal, she left.”
“Why?”
“Um, it may have been because when she asked if I was ever going to propose, I said probably not.”
“Why did you stay with her for so long if you didn’t want to marry her? You not the marrying type?” I ask gently.
“No. I definitely want to get married. Just not to her. We had fun in college, but once she started working, it was all that mattered to her. I’m all for working hard, but I also believe in enjoying life.”
“Me too,” I say, handing him the bottle. “I’m sure the breakup was for the best. There must be something brighter in your future.” I say it with confidence, as much for him as for myself. As thrilled as I am for Harper and Maddox, their wedding sort of depressed me because I’m jealous. That’s what I want. A sexy guy who will love me no matter what.
And maybe one who will do me up against the wall.
I sneak a peek at the sexiness sitting next to me. He’s still looking up at the sky. And, damn, even his profile is handsome.
And he smells so freaking good, I want to lick him.
“So, did your guy not come back with sushi?” he asks, facing me.
“No, he sent me a breakup text.”
“That must have been a shock.” He places his hand on top of mine. And there’s something in his gesture—something in the warmth of his hand—that makes me feel safe. “It was.”
His thumb caresses the top of my hand—comforting me—for a few seconds before he hands me back the bottle. “Here, drink. Then keep talking.”
I take a big gulp. “I’m going to be drunk. Actually, Sexy, I might already be drunk. Anyway, that breakup was like a year ago. The last few months, I’ve been dating Zach Ellison.”
“The boy band guy?”
“Yep. He’s the oldest brother in the Summer Boys. I went on tour with him. We traveled all over the world together. He had a carnival set up on an estate in England for my birthday, just because I said I wanted a funnel cake. We escaped from his crazy fans in Paris on a motorcycle, and he took me to this little macaroon shop, where we drank wine and learned how to make them. I’ve never had a guy do such crazy, over-the-top romantic gestures. Then, exactly nine days ago, the ex-boyfriend, Luke, decided he wanted me back. I said no thanks. Last weekend, Zach and I were in Vegas when a sex tape of Luke and I found its way to the Internet. Tonight, Zach broke up with me because”—I start to cry—“I’m ruining his image.” I sigh dramatically and then spill my guts about my life. “And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m currently filming a project and I absolutely hate my costar. Actually, that’s not right. He hates me. He says stuff that sounds polite, but is really a backhanded slam. When I can’t take it, I tell everyone that I’m going to my dressing room, but I really sneak out back and get high just to calm the fuck down. And I’ll eat healthy at craft services and then sneak in my dressing room and eat crap snacks. And, sometimes, I say I’m going to workout, but I really drive around and look at houses. I’m a house whore. I want a house—no, I want a home. I keep leasing places, but none of them are right. I’m on the beach now, and I hate it. It’s where Luke and I lived, and I just need to be somewhere else. But I have a lease, and my manager says it’s expensive, and I can’t just leave. My publicist is a bitch and probably had a hand in the whole sex tape thing and was probably fucking my ex while we were still dating. My mom hates me unless she needs money. And, sometimes, I wish I could leave the house looking like crap. Sometimes I just want to drive through, get a burger, and not be photographed. And, sometimes, when I tell someone I work with that I respect their opinion, I’m yelling fuck off to them in my head. And, sometimes, I just need a hug.”
The next thing I know, he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest.
Then our lips meet—slowly, softly, like he’s exploring them.
He kisses my neck. Gently unbuttons my halter—causing it to fall down and expose my breasts, which he quickly covers with his mouth.
“I have a question,” I say, after we’ve had sex twice. “I don’t want this night to end. And since you’re from Seattle and I’m from L.A., this, us—tonight—it could just be fun, right? A one-time thing?”
“Absolutely,” he says.
“And since you’re friends with the bride and groom, I assume they trust you. I’m hoping that means I can trust you too.”
“You can,” he says sincerely.
“Good.” I pull him up off the ground. “It’s still early. Let’s get the hell out of here and go have some fun.”
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Meet Ashlyn & Cash in this contemporary romance releasing November 24th!


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Blurb
A sexy celebrity stand alone romance by USA Today bestselling author, Jillian Dodd.


Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in Vegas, married.


Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her.
Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely consummated their Vegas wedding.


Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love?


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Author Information
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Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.