Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Cover Reveal - Will by Kerry Heavens


Will by Kerry Heavens

Series: Not Your Average British Romance, Book 2 Release Date November 1st, 2016 Genre Contemporary romance



Will Middleton has no clue how much I want him. He looks at me like I’m an angel, And all I can think about is how he would look tied to my bed.
He’s the perfect gentleman. Amazing considering he’s related to The Spencer Ryan. He is everything Spencer is not. Sensitive, considerate, and unassumingly handsome. I’d like to show him that’s a good thing. But he broke my heart once, and I don't know if I can let him do it again.
Mags Goldsmith is a beautiful, confident heiress and she seems to want me. Although she really shouldn't. I'm not what she needs. She’s a goddess. And when I say goddess, I mean erotica writing siren, who knows more than one use for a riding crop
Everything I thought I knew about her has been rewritten, And now she’s got me tied up in knots. She's everything I've ever wanted and more, I just have to prove I’m worthy.
This is not your average British romance. It's a tale of second chances, strap-ons, and of course sex oranges, All bound up and tied to a bedroom door.

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Sparkle, kink and all things ink. That's what Kerry Heavens is made of. Writing smutty, sometimes funny romance, with a touch of kink. Real characters and best friends you wish you had. A little ink thrown in here and there. HEAs guaranteed.

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Release Blitz - This Promised of December by K.L.Jessop

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Book: The Promise Of December
Author: K.L.Jessop
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber
Photographer: Lindee Robinson
Models: Mikeala Galli and Jeremy Fowler


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That bittersweet word that plays on my mind every goddamn year. Some people love it, I don’t like the fact I still live around it. Like any other child, Christmas for me was the most magical time of all. The winter walks, the smell of fresh cinnamon and candy canes, the excitement in the pit of my stomach where I found it hard to sleep. I loved that.
But once you reach adulthood you soon realise that life is cruel and fairy tales are bullshit! And at twenty-one, that magic and belief were torn from my grasp and I suddenly wanted to be that little girl again.
December now means nothing. Christmas hurts. And the only coldness I feel is what’s congealed around my heart. Nothing would change, and no one could change it. 
Then I met him.

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About The Author 

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Kate has lived in South West England her entire life just on the edge of Dartmoor where the moorland goes on for days. It's beautiful, breathtaking and occasionally rather wet. 

Growing up as a kid, writing was never her course of direction as she disliked everything about it due to being dyslexic. However, overtime she got back into reading/writing and fell in love with adult romances. 
Then one day two characters etched their way into her mind and didn't show any signs of leaving - the rest is history.

She has a love/hate relationship with chocolate and the weekends are not the same without a vodka in hand. She's a sucker for a heart fluttering romance and can't help but go weak at the knees for a guy with a five o'clock shadow. ;-)

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EXCERPT REVEAL - The Sexy One by Lauren Blakely

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“Your language skills are better than your French-braiding skills,” she teases as she shuts her iPad.
I pretend to be insulted. “So not true. I can do French braids with my eyes closed.”
She shakes her head. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
She tilts her head, and her hand freezes on her purse. “Prove it?” she asks quietly.
Somehow I’ve thrown a gauntlet I didn’t realize I was tossing. I do the only natural next thing—follow through. “Sure. Got one of those hair tie things?”
She nods slowly. “Yes, but . . .” Her voice trails off. Then she resumes the thought. “You really learned to French braid?”
I nod. “Hayden insisted on it,” I explain then study her face. Her pupils are dilated, and she blinks. Ah hell, I’ve made her wary with my remark. “I don’t have to prove it. I was just teasing,” I say, giving her an out. Mildly flirty comments are one thing—hands in hair are another.
A small grin spreads on her face, as she dips her hand into her purse and produces a black elastic band. “No, I insist. You were horrible last time. Have at it.”
She drops to the floor, scoots over to me, and with her shoulder, she nudges my right knee.
Hello, slippery slope. Funny to see you again so soon.
Her other shoulder bumps my other knee. There’s no need to think—I widen my legs more and let her settle in between them. I’m seated on the couch, she’s on the floor, and she waits for me to braid her hair.
As I stare at her lush, blond locks, the breath escapes my lungs. For a moment, it’s as if I’m hovering in a state of suspended want. Like this is the real line we’re crossing. Not me bringing her dessert, or touching the corner of her lips, or gazing at her face longer than I should. Not even sending texts about a pair of wild birds or making comments about showers and nudity.
But this.
Touching her hair.
Fuck, I love her hair.
I slide the tie over my wrist, then gather up some strands near the top of her head. “Confession,” I say in a quiet voice. “I watched a few YouTube videos after you taught me.”
She leans back, and I can feel her smile. “Like I said, prove it.”
“It’s on.” I focus on the task of separating her honey-blond hair into three sections, running my fingers through them like a comb. I lift the first strand and lay it over the middle one, then the left, gathering more hair into the next section.
After I failed at her first French braid lesson, I took it upon myself to learn. I don’t like not being able to master basic skills. A man should be able to braid his daughter’s hair.
And his woman’s hair.
“How does it look?” Her voice sounds a little breathy.
“Like it was braided by a man who learned by watching YouTube videos,” I answer.
She laughs lightly and leans into me more, inching closer. My hands still for a moment. I feel like I’m in high school again. Like I have a crush on a girl, and I don’t know what to do, where to go next, what to say.
The thing is, I do know. I just don’t know that I should. But I know what I want. There’s no doubt in my mind. I want to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her body press against mine. Even the chance to touch her like this is intoxicating, a rush of blood to the head. Her waves of hair are soft, and they feel spectacular falling through my fingers. I can’t picture a single thing besides running my hands through these strands as I kiss her, as I touch her, as she moves beneath me.

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Let me count the ways why falling into forbidden love is not my wisest move…
1. She works with me every single day.
Did I mention she's gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart?
2. She works in my home.
Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which means…
3. She's the nanny.
And that makes her completely off-limits…But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her. All of her.


The other nannies in this city don't call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around.

I can't risk my job for a chance at something more…can I? But I don’t know how to resist him much longer either…

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**The audiobook will release the same day as the eBook on October 17th and will be narrated by
Sebastian York and Andi Arndt!**

Cover Reveal - Resuscitate Me by Leddy Harper

Model: Tank Joey
Photographer: Golden (furious fotog)
Designer: Wicked by Design Covers (Robin Harper)


I never knew I couldn’t breathe,
Until he forced air into my lungs
Gave me reason
Showed me life.

Carter Hastings was only supposed to be a fling,
A summer of fun, excitement, pleasure
And, it was…

It’s hard to walk away,
To leave the one man,
Who resuscitates me.

But I did.
He didn’t reciprocate my feelings.
He didn’t love me.
Not now.

Not ever. 

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About Leddy Harper

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. 

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.

She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. 

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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