Monday, August 15, 2016

COVER REVEAL - I Can't Die Alone by Regina Bartley @regina_bartley




Title: I Can't Die Alone
Author: Regina Bartley
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Regina Wamba, Mae I Design & Photography
 Release Date: August 21, 2016



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She was alone on a journey to find a man she’d never met. She had a backpack filled with three days worth of clothing, and old photograph, and a letter dated 1997. With one goal in mind she set out to find the man from the letter, the man named Benjamin Cooper. The only thing that she knew about this man was that he was married to her mother many years ago, and according to his letter he loved her. That was the only conformation she needed to search for him.

Tori Holt had no family left that she knew of, and one chance to find someone to share her last days with. Otherwise, she’d die alone. The doctors said she wouldn’t live to see her twenty-first birthday, the birthday that was only three months away. Time was not on her side, but she didn’t care. Tori knew right from the beginning that this journey wouldn’t be easy. But it didn’t stop her, because nothing about her life had been easy. 

Then she met Bo, the handsome boy who kept her company on a park bench. Bo was the son of a man named Benjamin, the man from a letter dated 1997. 

The hardest part about finding love is letting it go.
The easiest part about the journey is the moment it all makes sense.







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Regina is a contemporary romance writer from Kentucky. She lives there with her husband, kids, dog and cat. She can be found behind her computer, a good book, or watching sports. She loves to hear from her readers.



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Release Blitz - Captured by our Addiction by Karen France @HOB_CBPromotion



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Kirsty.

Addiction is something you have no control over. 
I would love to say I have control over my feelings for Michael Smith, but I can’t. 
He weakens my resolve.
The longer he stays in my life, the harder it gets to walk away from him and the more addicted I become.
My dark past makes me guarded where men are concerned ... why is he so different?

Michael.

She is my addiction. I’m prepared to give up my life back home for her, to make a new life for us together ... if she lets me in.
We all have pasts, but hers is stopping her moving forward in life. A life I’m desperate to be a part of.
When her past comes back to haunt her, could I be giving up more than my life back home in New York?





  


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“You know, she’s not the only one who could use some fun in her life,” Michael whispers leaning closer to me. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It’s been a while since a man had this effect on me. Closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath.
“Are you insinuating I don’t know how to have a good time?” I ask him as my eyes flicker open to Libby and Alex.

“Those two wouldn’t notice if you and I started making out, here and now.” Making out, who even says that? I want to laugh, but I also don’t want to draw attention to us.
I put my hand on his thigh and slowly run it toward his groin. Keeping my eyes on him, I watch as his blue eyes light up in amusement. Testing and teasing him. My hand stops when I feel his erection in his trousers; it turns me on, but I pull my hand away before I do something I will regret. Yes, Michael and I are going to get along. He is just the type of man I could have some fun with. Lots of fun with no strings attached.

“Oh, I know how to have fun, but I don’t think you have what it takes to have fun with me.”
“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart, I’m sure I have all the right equipment and it’s all in working order. I know you and I could have a lot of fun together.”
I turn away from him before either of us says anything else. But, I have to agree with him, he is just the type I could have fun with. A lot of fun with.





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Spotlight Tour - #PerfectTen by Nikki Worrell @nikkiworrell45



Synopsis: 
Man candy isn’t on her menu. But maybe one taste won’t hurt…

Joe Starling has been stinking rich, and he’s been poor. But from the moment he figured out what makes women scream, he’s been raking in the cash. Not as a prostitute. Not technically…

Sex isn’t officially part of the Perfect Ten escort service’s package. Yet Joe is almost embarrassed to admit his “package” has gotten quite a workout in the past seven years. Truth be told, the ladies want him, and he can’t say no.

Faith Graham’s first reaction to Joe Starling? No. Make that hell no. She needs an average Joe on her arm for her model-thin sister’s wedding. Who will believe a dazzling hunk like him would date the Graham sister who has a few too many curves?

For the first time, Joe experiences what it’s like for a woman to look at him with loathing rather than lust. And he doesn’t like the feeling. Because there is nothing in this world he wants more than to turn her emphatic no into a heartfelt yes. In fact, a lifetime lifetime of yes would work just fine for him…




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Prologue
S. E. X.

Say hello to the best three letters of the English alphabet. As I was coming of age, I had as much sex as I possibly could. As a matter of fact, I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of fifteen, only a week after my father died, and to an eighteen-year old senior. After that day, I figured I knew just about everything I needed to know about girls. I mean, hey—an eighteen year old wanted to play with my cock. I figured I’d have the pick of the litter after word of my prowess and my huge cock got around.
Of course, it didn’t quite happen that way. I think I actually got carpal tunnel from jerking off so much. As it turned out, the eighteen year old had only lost a bet. She didn’t want me. She was just the one who lost and had to be a pity fuck for the poor kid whose dad had just died. Whatever the reason, I still fucked her.
Funny thing happened a couple years later, though. I grew about eight inches and then sat back and watched as my shoulders got wider and my muscles became more defined. Six-pack? Nah, I had an eight. And guess what? Girls dug it. But I still couldn’t seem to get the sex thing quite right. Then it hit me. Here I was, a physically great looking specimen of man, but I didn’t know shit about what women wanted in bed. And I didn’t really care as long as I got off. However, word spread about my selfish behavior in the sheets, which didn’t work out so well for me.
My sexcapades weren’t nearly as frequent as I thought they’d be through high school, but near the end, I was learning. I learned to listen to the girls I was with. When I stroked them a certain way and they gasped, I stored that little nugget of information away. And then I hit the mother lode. I tasted my first pussy and, fucking-A, I was hooked. All I wanted in life at that moment was to learn how to conquer that tender little nub that drove girls to grind themselves against my face, calling out my name.
That learning helped me immensely in the next phase of my life.
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“That’s it. Fuck, yeah. Just like that.” Christ! Will I ever get sick of getting blown? “Softly now, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, that’s it. That’s perfect.” I watched her lips slide slowly over my dick. I could feel her tongue lick at my balls when she took me in all the way to the hilt. Was there a man alive who didn’t love that?
“I’m gonna come right down your throat. Is that what you want?” She moaned and curled her fingers into my ass confirming what I already knew. She was yet another trophy wife who didn’t get the attention she needed from her wealthy husband. “Ahh, God!” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and moved her head faster, watching her suck me in over and over. “I’m gonna fill your mouth.” I came, thrusting deep into the back of her throat. She gagged on it, and I came some more. When she spit me out, I took my dick in my hand and continued to pump myself until I had nothing left. I was mostly done at that point, but I still had enough left to shoot a couple of hot drops on her parted cosmetically enhanced lips. Lucky girl.
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Like I said before, my sex life wasn’t always like this, but it is now. I can pretty much fuck who I want, when I want. Yeah, I’m that good. And no, I’m not humble. If you’re good at something, be proud of it. Own it. Now, before any of you women get up in arms thinking I’m still a selfish piece of shit, who only cares about getting himself off, get the whole story. Talk to one of my dates. They’ll tell you what’s what.
I admit that I might hold their head down on my dick a couple of seconds past pleasant. I might ram into them from behind a bit too hard in the heat of the moment now and then, but ask them how their night was. Besides, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. I haven’t had a complaint yet, and this is why—I don’t come until she does. If I can’t make her come, and come hard, before I do, then I’m not doing it right. So, yeah, I’m that good.

Chapter 1
Joe Starling
So I guess I should start at the beginning to get you up to speed. My name is Joe. Joe Starling. Joseph Starling, Jr., to be exact. I’m twenty-six years old, and I’m a professional escort. You might wonder how someone comes to be in that profession. Well, you’d be surprised how prosperous life can become when you’re in the right place at the right time.
I can’t say that I was ever grateful to be poor, but if I wasn’t, I never would have been where I was, when I was, the day my life changed. You see, I have this friend. His name is Shawn, and I’ve been friends with him forever. He’s one of the few friends that didn’t drop me when my life turned to shit after my father died. Apparently, when you go from being a rich kid to a poor kid overnight, your desirability as a friend decreases.
Anyway, seven years ago, Shawn married his high school sweetheart. Even though I sure as hell wouldn’t have thought about getting married at the age of nineteen, it didn’t surprise me at all that he did. And I was happy for him. I really was, but when he asked me to be his best man, I had to tell him no. He knew why and he wouldn’t accept my answer. I didn’t have any money.
Now, I don’t mean that I didn’t have the money to throw him an epic bachelor party. I wasn’t talking about not being able to hire the hottest strippers with the biggest tits. None of that. I actually didn’t have enough money to rent a tux or buy him a gift. You know what he said to me? He said, “I don’t want to hear it, Joe. I’ll get your fucking tux. If you’re not standing up beside me, I’ll punch you in the throat.” You might think that sounds harsh, but he had just told me he loved me and needed me by his side. Us guys, we don’t gush mushy shit, but it doesn’t mean we don’t feel it.
So, what was I supposed to do, not be in his wedding? This guy is closer to me than any blood brother would be if I had one. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. So I pulled extra hours at work to scrape up enough money to help put food on my mother’s table, help her pay the rent, and have enough left over to buy a small gift for Shawn and Carrie.
The day of the wedding, already dressed in my tux, I was running one last errand for my boss when it happened. The blueprints I was delivering slipped out of my fingers as I tried in vain to hail a cab in the late afternoon. As I bent down to scoop them up, I saw a man scanning the crowd as if he were looking for someone. We locked eyes for all of a millisecond, and he headed my way. As he worked his way through the throngs of people crowding the LA streets, he seemed to be checking me out. When he finally reached me, he grabbed my arm and turned me fully toward him.
“Yeah, I think you’ll do. What’s your name, kid?”
“What’s my name?” I jerked my arm out of the guy’s grasp. “What the fuck’s your name?”
He laughed at my attempt to be a tough guy. “Calm down, kid. My name’s Gary.” He looked me up and down, which was just plain creepy. “How’d you like to make five-hundred dollars tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, right.” I couldn’t imagine what this joker was about, but I knew I didn’t want any part of it. “I don’t sell drugs. Take a hike.” I turned around to leave, and he grabbed my arm again.
“Wait. Hear me out. I work for an escort service. We have a client who wants someone young and hot to make her sisters jealous at her twenty-first birthday party. Big family, old money. Our escort got sick, and I’m looking for someone fresh to fill in for him.”
“An escort service. Is that even a legal business?” What the hell? Was I in Vegas or something? Candid Camera? What was this?
I could tell the guy was annoyed with my question. His body spoke volumes—tilted head, raised eyebrows. He was genuinely offended.
“Yes, it’s a legal business. Escorts are simply that. Escorts. This isn’t a sex operation. It’s an escort service.” He handed his card to me. “Look us up. If you’re interested, show up tomorrow morning at ten. The girl’s party is tomorrow night. We’ll see if you might suit her needs.” Done giving me his spiel, he turned around and left.
You know the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat?’ Well, hear me meow, because there was no way I was going to miss that meeting. I mean $500 for taking some chick to a party? Count me in!
That meeting changed my life.




Author Bio: Nikki Worrell is a country girl from South Jersey who took her love of reading and shifted it into a love of writing. When not at work as a full-charge bookkeeper in Philadelphia, she’s at home writing, reading or simply spending time with her husband of over twenty years. Both she and her husband love animals immensely, which is evident in her writing. If there is any advice she would impart upon you, it is this: Follow your dreams. Always. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s foolish or unattainable. You have but one life to live—live it!

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This second chance love story with a hot single dad will have you swooning!

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*Can be read as a standalone.* One truth can explain everything. Declan Kelly has spent his entire adult life saving people, all the while avoiding any real connections or emotions. He’s already been destroyed once, and after she ruined him, he knows he’ll never love again. Almost two decades later, Declan moves back home to raise his daughter around his family. He tried to prepare himself for how he would react when he saw Amie, but could never have anticipated just how hard it would be to remain unaffected. Amie Dotson knew from the moment she lied that Dec wouldn’t forgive her… but she didn’t want him to. Lying was easier than the truth because he would have stayed for her, and she didn’t want him to miss out on his dreams because of her. Harboring more than one secret, Amie tries to avoid Declan when she discovers he’s back in town, but when he sees the evidence marring her body, she knows he’ll do whatever it takes to remove the fear from her eyes. When the truth is revealed, can two people finally find the happiness they lost but never forgot? GMTteaser8

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“Where’s Clover?” God, just saying her name makes my throat tight. “With my mom and dad for a little bit.” “Oh.” I pick up my stuff that he set on the kitchen floor, but he shakes his head and takes it from me. “Stop. You’re not bolting out of here.” I huff and cross my arms. “What do you want, Declan?” “Why are you with Larry?” “There isn’t a reason.” “Why?” “Why did you name your daughter Clover?” I throw a question back at him. “Don’t try to change the subject.” “Don’t try to psychoanalyze me.” “You know Larry’s a prick, and you’re too strong to let him put his hands on you.” Declan leans against the wall and raises an eyebrow at me. “So tell me, Amie. What the fuck?” “I don’t owe you any explanations.” “I think that’s the least you owe me, don’t you?” I look around the room and avoid his eyes on me, shaking my head. “It was a long time ago, Declan,” I whisper. “I’ll go to my parents, and you can forget you ever saw me again.” “No.” “No?” “You’re not leaving.” I don’t understand. He hates me, so why the hell is he trying to help me? “Why do you want me here? We both know you hate me for what I said.” He straightens and tilts his head. “It’s what you did, Amie.” “Whatever.” I reach for my bags again, but he closes his fingers around my wrist, and I yank my arm away. “Let me go.” “There she is.” “I never left,” I snap. He flinches, and I know it was a low blow. I was just as excited to get out of here as he was. We were going to start a life and travel, see the world. We even had a list of places we wanted to go. Adventures we wanted to take together; scuba diving, skydiving, driving a racecar. And I ruined it. He knows me too well, and I’m becoming defensive because he’s pissing me off, hitting nerves that I’m in denial about. “Why are you with him?” he whispers. “Declan …” “Why?” “Because I deserve him.” I sit on the floor, leaning against the kitchen chair. I don’t cry because I’ve accepted my fate, and along the way to discovering it, I’ve learned that tears don’t change a damn thing. GMTteaser4
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Anna began writing when she thought the world would want to hear her sick lyrics through song. Since then, she's realized her childhood dream wasn't so far-fetched, just misguided. Now she writes romance with real emotions and happy endings. If Anna isn't writing or reading, she can be found by a space heater drinking a ridiculous amount of Diet Dr Pepper. She also likes to hang out with her husband and two boys. If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't ever leave the house. Anna was born in Wisconsin but now lives in the Evergreen State.
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COVER REVEAL - Never to Love by Aimie Grey

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Title: Never to Love
Series: Accepting Fate #3
Author: Aimie Grey
Photographer: Chris Butler www.chrisbutlerphotography.com
Synopsis: Bad boy meets bad girl Thomas Ramsay has three rules: One night No expectations No bullshit Julianne Griffith has three rules: One night No feelings No beds When a man who doesn’t believe in love collides with a woman who has no use for it, the resulting explosion is much more than they are prepared to handle. Meeting your match doesn’t always lead to the kind of happy ending you expected, especially for those who have vowed never to love. *Can be read as a standalone*
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Excerpt I needed to remember who I was. Julianne Fucking Griffith didn’t take shit from anyone. “This was supposed to be a one-night stand. Then it turned into three. Then the limit was waived. Then emotions got involved—” Thomas opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal, but before he could, I raised my hand. “—I’m not talking about love or any other bullshit. You were really angry with me, and that made me feel angry or hurt or something. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it.” Thomas’s weak nod shouldn’t have made me feel like an asshole. It shouldn’t have made me feel anything at all. “I’ll text you about meeting up sometime so you can see Colton.” “Okay,” I replied. “See you later?” Before I could pull the door open, I felt Thomas’s body heat invading my personal space from behind. “Julianne…” he whispered. Strong hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me as I turned to face him. My entire body quivered as I stood in place, anxious because I knew what was coming, but I had lost the ability to speak, and I couldn’t pull away. As his lips moved closer to mine, the desire to stop his advance vanished. Julianne Fucking Griffith be damned.  
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Aimie Grey didn’t read a single book until she was in her early thirties. One fateful day, her friend decided to put an end to the madness and shoved a steamy romance novel under Aimie’s nose. After being forced to read one of “those” scenes, Aimie went home and bought the book, and the next one, and the one after that. In the two years since, Aimie has read close to four hundred books. Somewhere along the way, she became frustrated with reading repetitive stories revolving around the experienced man seducing the still virginal woman. Aimie decided to take matters into her own hands and wrote her debut full length contemporary romance novel Never to Keep.
In addition to her day job as an IT system administrator, and her new evening gig as a writer, Aimie’s primary role in life is wife and mother. Aimie lives in the Midwest with her husband and two teenage daughters. (Now you know why she needs those books!)
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A STANDALONE NOVEL that does NOT need to be read in conjunction with any other book.

From New York Times bestselling author, Penelope Ward, comes a friends-to-lovers story with sexy new characters.

After getting dumped, the last thing I needed was to move next door to someone who reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Elec.

Damien was a hotter version of my ex.

The neighbor I’d dubbed “Angry Artist” also had two massive dogs that kept me up with their barking.

He wanted nothing to do with me. Or so I thought until one night I heard laughter coming through an apparent hole in my bedroom wall.

Damien had been listening to all of my phone sessions with my therapist.

The sexy artist next door now knew all of my deepest secrets and insecurities.

We got to talking.

He set me straight with tips to get over my breakup.

He became a good friend, but Damien made it clear that he couldn’t be anything more.

Problem was, I was falling hard for him anyway. And as much as he pushed me away, I knew he felt the same…because his heartbeat didn’t lie.

I thought my heart had been broken by Elec, but it was alive and beating harder than ever for Damien.

I just hoped he wouldn’t shatter it for good.

Author's note – Neighbor Dearest is a full-length standalone novel. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.



About the Author:
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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

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Additional Books by Penelope Ward

RoomHate:

Stuck-Up Suit: (co-written with Vi Keeland)


Cocky Bastard: (co-written with Vi Keeland)

Sins of Sevin:

Stepbrother Dearest:

Jake Undone (Jake #1):


My Skylar

Jake Understood (Jake #2):

Gemini: