Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Preorder Tour - Tru Blue by Melissa Foster

Imagine falling in love with a man, then finding out he was a killer...TRU BLUE is a sexy, dark stand-alone novel written in the same loving, raw, and emotional voice romance readers have come to love, and the deeply emotional literary prose women's fiction readers have come to expect, from New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster. He wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover... There's nothing Truman Gritt won't do to protect his family--Including spending years in jail for a crime he didn't commit. When he's finally released, the life he knew is turned upside down by his mother's overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the children she's left behind. Truman's hard, he's secretive, and he's trying to save a brother who's even more broken than he is. He's never needed help in his life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he's less than accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people's lives and eventually she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman's dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he'll be faced with his toughest decision yet.
"Several emotional topics -- such as drug addiction, abandonment, infertility and unexpectedly becoming a parent -- are easily woven together without making the story feel crowded or overdone. Foster writes exceptional characters that keep readers thinking long after the book is finished... The dynamic members of the Whiskey family are the foundation that holds the group together and they are exactly the reason we're taught not to judge. Let's hope we hear more from all of them!" RT Book Reviews "Sexy and Heartbreaking....I simply adored this beautifully written romance." Tasty Book PR "Ms. Foster, went for the gut with Truman and Gemma. Tru Blue is more than a romance, it is a story of love, a story of hope and a story of courage. 10 + stars." Night Owl Reviews "With her wonderful characters and resonating emotions, Melissa Foster is a must-read author!" New York Times Bestseller Julie Kenner "Melissa Foster is synonymous with sexy, swoony, heartfelt romance!" New York Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely "You can always rely on Melissa Foster to deliver a story that's fresh, emotional and entertaining. Make sure you have all night, because once you start you won't want to stop reading. Every book's a winner!" NYT Bestselling Author Brenda Novak

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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.
Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.
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BOOK TOUR - Declan by Caitlyn O'Leary + Giveaway



You want to know about me? I believe in three things: loyalty to my friends, helping those in need and
the end justifies the means.

Declan (Shadow Alliance Book One) by Caitlyn O’Leary

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Spin-Off of Navy SEAL Midnight Delta Series

This is what you need to know.
I keep the people around me safe,
And sometimes I rain vengeance on my enemies.
It's who I am, and what I do.
As a former Army Ranger, I get the job done.
After an unforgivable betrayal by one of my own,
I created the Shadow Alliance.
We handle the dark and dangerous work,
Jobs that governments won't.

And now, the sexy, smart, and feisty Allison Davies needs my help.
As an FBI Agent, enlisting my help could cost her job.
But, I'm her only hope.
There's only one problem.
Our mutual desire just might get in the way.
One misstep and we become the hunted.
A price I just might be willing to pay.


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“I want to know about you.  I want to know what makes you tick.  What makes you happy.  I want to know about Allison Davies.  Is that so wrong?”
“I guess not,” she said hesitantly.
“We read the same books.  Well, I don’t read the bare-chested men books.  But that one that you re-read…I might have to buy that one.”  She hit me on the arm.  I’d hit a nerve.
I pressed closer until her breasts were against my chest.  Heavenly.  Her nipples hardened.  Pulling her hips close to my body, I bent to nuzzle her neck, and drink in her scent.  Fuck, she smelled good.  Peaches again.  I didn’t even realize my hands had moved until I felt the soft flesh of her tits.  Oh God, had my dick ever been this hard?
But I needed to take it slow.  Whether she knew it or not, she’d just admitted that plants were too big of a commitment for her.  I didn’t want to rush her into sex, not until we’d broken down a few more barriers.  But there was no way I was going to deny myself another kiss.
“Declan, please.”
“I’m here, baby.”  I brushed my thumb across the edge of her bangs and looked into the midnight depths of her eyes.  I kissed her nose and was rewarded with a languid smile.  Taking her hand, I guided her out to the living room.  I sat down in the corner of the couch, and drew her onto my lap, she curled up like a kitten.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She looked down and tried to hide her face with her hair.  I tucked it behind her ear and trailed kisses along her cheek.  “So beautiful.”
She shook her head.  I kissed the tear that formed.
“Ah, honey.  You make me ache.  I watch you, and I want you.  Your eyes draw me in and take my breath away.”
She shook her head again, but I could tell she was listening.
“I told Conroy to buy you that blue dress so it would match your eyes.”
Her breath caught, and she looked at me.
“You were an absolute mess.  Nothing but a camp bath.  But when you took the dress out of the shopping bag, I couldn’t erase the vision of you wearing it.  Do you know what I did?”
She shook her head, and I hesitated, but her eyes were so shy and hopeful.
“I jerked off in the shower imagining you in that dress, Allie.”
“You did not.”
I kissed the tip of her nose.  “Did too.”
She giggled.
“Can I kiss you now?”
She wound her arms around my neck.  “I want to kiss you.”
I waited.  Her mouth parted, and she licked her plump lips.  Jesus, I thought I might die.  She pulled my head downwards, and I dove in.  So soft, so perfect.  And there was that electric shock again as we touched.  She shivered.  I stroked her long hair, and she moaned as our tongues met.
I traced her jaw, her skin was so soft and her mouth flowered open, allowing me to explore further.  My hand moved to cup the back of her head and slid down to the bow that tied her dress.  I hesitated.
No, Declan.
Yes, Declan.
By the time, the ‘Yes, Declan’ had been said, the bow was untied, and blue silk was drifting downwards.
She whimpered.
“Are you okay?” I whispered against her wet lips.  She nodded.
“Words, baby.”
My hand cupped the silky texture of her breast, so warm and soft.  I rolled her nipple between my fingers.
“Ahhh.”  Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa.  I bent and suckled.  She gripped my head.  Pressing me harder against the hard tip.  She whimpered again, and I looked up.  Her lips were open and shiny.  I needed another kiss.
I surged upwards and took her mouth and plundered.  My head spun.  She moaned.
Oh God, this is not what I wanted for her.  Not yet.  I needed to slow things down because I couldn’t be trusted.  I pulled away, then kissed her eyelids, and then her nose.
I tied her dress.  Then because I couldn’t resist, I kissed her mouth again.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I need more time to savor you, love.  But know that this is killing me.  I’ve never had a more beautiful woman in my arms.”
She rolled her eyes.
I pinched her butt.
“You listen to me and believe me when I call you beautiful.  That’s the new rule.”
“Fine.”  She sighed.  “But if I forget, you have to kiss me.”  I loved that little bit of self-confident sass.
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About the Author:

Caitlyn O'Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:
It's a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

Stalk Her: Website, Facebook, Amazon, and Goodreads.


Release / Review Tour - Kaufman By Nicole Edwards

Now Available! The Season: Kaufman 

by Nicole Edwards

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Spencer Kaufman

When I signed on to the NHL, I promised to give 150% to the game. I’ve done that.

Little did I know, but they would ask more from me than merely my skill on the ice. The team wanted me to be their captain. It’s an honor, one I’ve done my best to fulfill. Although I can’t take all the credit, I was there to lead when we won the Stanley Cup.

I’m still at the helm now, when we’ve hit rock bottom. I know I have let my fears get in the way. I’ve let down the team, even if they don’t realize what I’ve done.

Now that the new season’s underway, I’m being called out. I deserve it. I can deal with that. It won’t be easy, but I’ll persevere.

What I can’t deal with is her.
She surprised me.
She came out of nowhere and blindsided me.

And there’s one serious issue.

Now that I have her, I refuse to let her go.

*This is a full-length, standalone novel. It is part of the Austin Arrows series, but can be read independently.

The SEASON: Kaufman (Austin Arrows, 2) Chapter 1

Thursday, October 6th

“I MADE AN EXTRA CHICKEN breast. You want one or two?” I chuckle, can’t help it. “Seriously. One or two? Can I possibly ask a dumber question?”
That unladylike snort … yeah, that was me.

While I fork my chicken breast onto my own plate, I don’t bother waiting for a response. I know what the answer will be. Two. Always two. Extra protein is never a bad thing.

After adding a heaping spoonful of steamed vegetables to my plate, I grab my wineglass and head to the table. I’m starving because I missed lunch today. That sometimes happens with my job. There are days that’ll go by when I’m bored to tears, standing behind the bar, and others when I can hardly stop long enough to take a breath. Sometimes I’ll snag some fried pickles if I get a chance. Today was the lack-of-breath kind of day. Go, go, go. All day long.

As I step out of my small galley kitchen, a knock sounds on my door. My bare feet squeak on the linoleum as I come to an abrupt halt. I manage to do that fancy lift and tilt thing to keep my wine from sloshing over the edge.

Disaster averted.

“Noelle! Honey, it’s Mom and Dad!”

Or not.

“Crap, crap, crap.” I glance between my front door and the small, two-seat table in my breakfast nook currently set up with, nope, not one but two place settings. For the record, two is not a good number when the single girl’s mom comes banging on the door.

“Open up, Noelle! We thought we’d surprise you!”

Okay, well, I have to say my parents definitely accomplished their goal, because I am completely befuddled as I stand here debating what I should do. To a normal person, it might be a no-brainer. Open the door, let the ’rents come on in.

I’m not so sure this situation is going to qualify me as normal.

To answer or not to answer? That is the question.

On the other hand, I could be as quiet as possible and pretend I’m not home. Which, with my luck, won’t work. The fact that all the lights in my apartment are blazing and my baby blue Prius is parked directly in front of my window doesn’t help my cause any. Since no one else in the world drives a baby blue Prius, I can’t very well hide it.


But I could’ve gone out with friends, right? Could I be so lucky that they’d think that? It is a possibility. Maybe. Or, better yet, maybe they’ll think I’m at the Penalty Box. I tend to work a lot.

Yes, that’s definitely more logical.

Except, yep, you nailed it, the car is here.

Then again, if I weren’t so pathetic and didn’t choose to spend all my free time at home—unless I’m at my best friend Ellie’s—it might be an easier sell. They know me. I’m not the going-out type. Plus, they’ve probably already stopped by the bar to see if I’m there. They know that I much prefer a microwaved dinner at home, especially on a rare evening that I don’t spend waiting tables and slinging beer because I choose to.

Another knock makes my heart skip a beat.

“Stay calm. It’s cool.” I’ve been telling myself that far too much lately.

“Noelle! Are you all right, honey?”

Knowing my grumpy upstairs neighbor is likely going to have a cow any second now, I rush to the front door, unlock the deadbolt, and turn the knob. Instantly, Marie Dexter barrels into me, pulling me into her arms, crushing my face to her generous bosom.

My mother smells like roses. A sweet, familiar scent that makes me hug her back, despite the inconvenient timing of her arrival.
“Hi, Mom,” I say, my words muffled against her boobs.

She pulls back to look at me. “What took you so long? I was getting worried.”

My dad slips past my mother, giving me a knowing smirk. Ed Dexter loves when Marie goes all motherly on me. Come to find out, when my sister and I aren’t around, he gets to be the one Marie mothers. Not that he minds. They’ve been married for thirty-six years, so he’s used to it, or so he says.

“Ooh. You got new curtains.” My mother gently pulls away to admire the floor-to-ceiling cream sheers hanging on the wide front window.
I follow her gaze, glaring at my car sitting right there. Traitor.

I focus on the comforting hand my mother has on my arm. Always keeping me close, that woman.
I’m the oldest—my sister, Julie, who is seven years younger than me, was an oops baby—which should’ve meant my mother didn’t coddle me quite so much. That isn’t the case. Never has been. I’m not sure if it’s because there’s such a huge age gap between me and Julie, but whatever the reason, my mother likes to baby both of us equally. I’m thirty-four. You’d think she would’ve toned it down by now. Nope. In fact, I think she might be getting more motherly.

Honestly, she’s been this way since I was little. And, truthfully, I was the normal kid. The kind who wanted to do nothing more than be outside. Yep, totally me. Right up until sixth grade, when we moved to Austin, next door to the girl who would quickly become my best friend in the world. Either there was something in the Texas water or someone injected me with a doofus hormone, because upon moving here, I became stupid, which translates to: boy crazy. I think my mother worried about me more then. That lasted about two years. Three tops. When it became glaringly obvious that Tony Something-or-other wasn’t going to fall madly in love with the short, frumpy girl with glasses and braces, I decided to focus on my schoolwork and left the flirting with boys up to my best friend, Ellie. She was much better at it than me.

Luckily, I’m not so frumpy anymore, and I’ve shed the braces and glasses. Sure, I’m still short, and my boobs never did really develop, but that no longer bothers me. I’m me. That’s what matters.

​What does bother me is the fact that Mom and Dad pop in unannounced all the freaking time. Of all nights, why did it have to be now?

Oh how I love these Austin Arrows! Once again Nicole Edwards delivers. I loved how the story prefectly coincides with the first book RUSH. This is a great story about finding love where you least expect it. It is sweet, funny, sexy, and down right HOT. Spencer Kaufman better know as "Optimus" Team captian of the Austin Arrows. Dirty talker. Noelle Dexter part owner of the Penalty Box, and Spencer's sister Ellie's best friend and business partner. And a bit eccentric. Spencer is not the settle down type. He had his heart broken 17 years ago when his long time ex girlfriend Amber broke up with by voice mail. Leaving him broken and with no answers . Noelle is making room for the things she wants in life and has asked the universe to fast track her a soulmate. However the universe has misunderstood because somehow Spencer keeps ending up at her door. This is one of those stories you do not want to miss out on. The story is well writen and very fun to read. Once you start it you won't be able to put it down. I cannot wait for more... Christy Radical Reads Book Blog.

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