BLITZ! BRANNA BY LINDA JOYCE

December 7, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

Perfectionistic Branna Lind has found true love with James Newbern, but the winds of Hurricane Katrina push their wedding date into an uncertain future. She can’t wait on Fleur de Lis to be restored to marry James. They need to wed pronto, before she reveals news sure to shock her family.

James is determined to protect Branna. Since their engagement, his gun toting ex-fiancée has been dipping into crazy. He’s certain she’ll settle down after the wedding, but when she steals Branna’s heirloom pearls—her something old for the wedding—James takes matters into his own hands. And despite Branna’s ranting, he’s not agreeing to a quickie Vegas wedding. His fiancée will be a Fleur de Lis bride, just as tradition dictates. Or he’ll die trying.

The path to “I do” is more challenging than Branna and James ever imagined, but they’re determined to get their happily ever after.

Excerpt:

“Who would do this?” she wailed.

Bed linens, scooped from the bed, were piled in a heap on the floor. The mattress ruined by a large X from corner to corner, looked naked and raw. A bedside lamp had been smashed against the wall. A gaping hole in the drywall sprouted pink insulation.

“Miss Lind. Do you have any enemies? This appears to be a threat or a message rather than a burglary. Can you identify anything taken?”

“My pearls?”

James stepped away. She raced to her dresser, her heart thudding faster than racecar pistons, she yanked on the top dresser drawer. A moment of hope shot through her as she reached for the dark blue velvet box.

The string of perfectly matched, white pearls were gone. Her wedding would be incomplete without that special something old. The thief had robbed her unborn child of a precious family heirloom. “Oh, God.”

Arriving at the RV, he opened the door and climbed aboard. The passenger seat was empty. Where had Branna gone?

“I’m back here,” she called out. “I need your help, please.”

He paused at the sweetness in her voice, a tone he hadn’t heard since before they postponed the Labor Day weekend wedding. Her plea ignited his hero instincts. Anything for his woman.

Checking the lock on the door, he then made his way to the rear of the motorhome where blackout shades shrouded the room in darkness. His eyes took a moment to adjust.

“Hey there, handsome,” Branna cooed.

A spotlight over the bed suddenly illuminated her. He sucked in a breath. Stretched out on white satin sheets, Branna leaned against several pillows with one knee raised. The pearls glistened around her neck… She motioned him closer.

Ravage popped into his mind. He swallowed hard. He wanted to send her body into frantic need that only he could satisfy. He let go of a ragged breath. All other thoughts faded away. Only she existed in that moment.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

A Christmas Eve baby, now Amazon Best Selling author and 4-time RONE Award Finalist, Linda Joyce writes about assertive females and the men who can’t resist them. She has penned the Fleur de Lis series, Fleur de Lis Brides series, and the Sunflower series. Her other books include Behind the Mask and Christmas Bells.

A big fan of jazz and blues, Linda attributes her love of musical to her southern roots, which run deep in Louisiana though she’s lived coast to coast curtesy of her father’s Air Force career. She wrote her first manuscript when she was twelve while living in Japan, the country where her mother was born and raised. In addition to being a book addict, Linda’s a foodie, an RVer, loves to kayak, and binge watch movies. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and General Beauregard, their four-legged boy.

Website: http://www.linda-joyce.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaJoyceAuthor

Twitter: @LJWriter https://twitter.com/LJWriter

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Linda-Joyce/e/B00BODDROS/

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/LindaJoyceWorld/boards/

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrjZh-TMFbeN1k7BlWAAxeA

Newsletter http://eepurl.com/4y5Yj

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LJWriter

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

BLITZ! THE PAWN BY SKYE WARREN

December 6, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

AMAZON: http://amzn.to/2fqh65J

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-pawn/id1166560955?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-pawn-skye-warren/1124892956;jsessionid=8823BD9FE2681BAAF305F0304F92865E.prodny_store01-atgap03?ean=2940156816125

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-pawn-14

Gabriel Miller swept into my life like a storm. He tore down my father with cold retribution, leaving him penniless in a hospital bed. I quit my private all-girl’s college to take care of the only family I have left.

There’s one way to save our house, one thing I have left of value.

My virginity.

A forbidden auction…

Gabriel appears at every turn. He seems to take pleasure in watching me fall. Other times he’s the only kindness in a brutal underworld.

Except he’s playing a deeper game than I know. Every move brings us together, every secret rips us apart. And when the final piece is played, only one of us can be left standing.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

THE PAWN is a full-length contemporary novel from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love. It’s the first book in the brand new ENDGAME series.

Excerpt #1

A sense of familiarity fills the space between us even though I know we haven’t met. This man is a stranger, but he looks at me as if he wants to know me. He looks at me as if he already does. There’s an intensity to his eyes when they sweep over my face, as firm and as telling as a touch.

“I need…” A thud against my ribs as I think about all the things I need—a rewind button. One person in the city who doesn’t hate me by name alone. “I need a loan.”

He gives me a slow perusal, from the nervous slide of my tongue along my lips to the high neckline of my dress. I tried to dress professionally—a black cowl-necked sweater and pencil skirt. His strange amber gaze unbuttons my coat, pulls away the expensive cotton, tears off the cotton fabric of my bra and panties. He sees right through me, and I shiver as a ripple of awareness runs over my skin.

I’ve met a million men in my life. Shaken hands. Smiled. I’ve never felt as seen through as I do right now. Never felt like someone has turned me inside out, every dark secret exposed to the harsh light. He sees my weaknesses, and from the cruel set of his mouth, he likes them.

His lids lower. “And what do you have for collateral?”

Nothing except my word. That wouldn’t be worth anything if he knew my name. I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I don’t know.”

Nothing.

He takes a step forward, and suddenly I’m crowded against the brick wall beside the door, his large body blocking out the warm light from inside. He feels like a furnace in front me, the heat of him in sharp contrast to the cold brick at my back. “What’s your name, girl?”

The word girl is a slap in the face. I force myself not to flinch, but it’s hard. Everything about him overwhelms me—his size, his low voice. “I’ll tell Mr. Scott my name.”

In the shadowed space between us, his smile spreads, white and taunting. The pleasure that lights his strange yellow eyes is almost sensual, as if I caressed him. “You’ll have to get past me.”

My heart thuds. He likes that I’m challenging him, and God, that’s even worse. What if I’ve already failed? I’m free-falling, tumbling, turning over without a single hope to anchor me. Where will I go if he turns me away? What will happen to my father?

“Let me go,” I whisper, but my hope fades fast.

His eyes flash with warning. “Little Avery James, all grown up.”

A small gasp resounds in the space between us. He already knows my name. That means he knows who my father is. He knows what he’s done. Denials rush to my throat, pleas for understanding. The hard set of his eyes, the broad strength of his shoulders tells me I won’t find any mercy here.

Excerpt #2

“Kinky stuff,” Gabriel says, the corner of his mouth turned up. “What do you know about kinky stuff?”

My face feels hot. “I’ve seen the movie, okay? I know about things.”

That’s a lie. I squirmed through the movie, lips parted in shock. How did people think of this stuff? Why would any girl like it? And I’m not just a random face in this city. My picture has appeared in the society papers. People know my father. Maybe some of the men were cheated by him, just like Gabriel. Would they want to hurt me in revenge?

“Tell me what you know,” Gabriel says.

The words are mocking, but something sparks inside me. “I know that some men like to hurt women. I know it makes them feel big and strong to hurt someone weaker.”

“And are you weak, little virgin?”

No, I want to say. Except I’ve lost everything in the past two months. My life, my school. My friends. I’m a shadow of my former self. Little virgin makes me fight back, though. Gabriel makes me fight back. “I’m doing what I have to do. Is that weak?”

His gaze flickers over my body, the yellow of his eyes brighter in the lamp’s glow. When he meets my eyes, there’s a begrudging respect.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.

Website: http://www.skyewarren.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/skyewarren

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/skyewarrenbooks/

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

BLITZ! HIT MAN BY MICHELE MANNON

December 6, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

Displaying hitman_002.jpg

HIT MAN, Book Three: Deadliest Lies Series

Michele Mannon

RELEASE DAY: December 6th.

Blurb:

An attraction so deadly. Passionate. Arrogant. Relentless. Diego is a woman’s wet dream and a husband’s nightmare. He’s a killer who seduced me…over and over again. He’s the only person who seems to understand the dark, dangerous world I’ve stumbled into. Is he out to save me or am I merely a pawn in a deadly game he’s been playing?

Kindle: http://amzn.to/2f4gLWO

Ibooks: http://apple.co/2fs1Wle

Nook: http://bit.ly/2fs11kJ

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2fivpP8

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2frXMJU

Amazon CA http://amzn.to/2eHNFjb

Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2e9HS59

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2f4jvmV

Synopsis

He always gets what he wants.

The seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off of every woman he meets. Diego is handsome. Arrogant. Dangerous. Far more dangerous than anyone I’ve ever met. And with one look from across a crowded room he has me; hook line and sinker, I’m his for the night.

Diego is not a man to mess with, I know that. I just can’t seem to resist his kiss, his touch. But can I trust him with my heart, with my body?

I’m being hunted for something I may or may not have seen, and Diego is my only way out of a world of death and destruction.

If only I can believe his dark promises.

Excerpt: Warning ~ Spice Level HOT

SET UP: Aubrey has returned to her private bungalow, a bit tipsy and feeling slightly off-center after the party she’d been at has abruptly ended because someone fell off the ope- concept infinity dance floor. She’s noticed Diego…twice before.

***

I stretch my arms forward for balance and zombie-walk in the darkness toward my bed, which is furthest from the door.

Alone.

Light of head, light in spirit.

Feeling reckless.

What I should be doing instead of the zombie walk is the walk of shame. Where did the handsome hunk with Superman’s buns disappear to? Maybe he’s in a bungalow close by? Do I want him to be in the bungalow close by . . . within proximity to me and my lustful thoughts?

Do I dare seek him out?

My heart races at the naughty idea. Tomorrow. When your head is clearer you can restrategize the perfect introduction.

I inhale deeply and move over to the side of my bed. A wonderfully tantalizing hint of citrus fills in the air. The maids must have sprayed some kind of orange-infused air freshener layered with a hint of spice. Bringing the outdoors inside. And I plan to do the same because since I can’t gaze at the stars, I’ve decided to dream about them.

Stars and oranges and sexy bad boys.

The bedside light abruptly turns on.

I squeal and jump, my mouth falling open with disbelief. Temptation is here . . . tonight . . . in my bed.

“Oh,” I hear myself gasp.

Seconds pass as his eyes rake over me, down to my toes and back up to my face.

All I can do is stare at him, falling into stunned silence.

“You’ve got a beautiful body, chavita.”

Naked. I’m naked. I immediately fold an arm across my chest and hang a hand in front of my crotch. “What are you doing in here?” I murmur. Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Breathtakingly so, with lips plump for kissing and eyes the color of caramel.

Except they’re the opposite of sweet

Naughty, come-play-with-me eyes.

Do I want to play? Be daring, be bold? I did a few seconds ago . . .

“Did you have too much to drink? Wander into the wrong bungalow?” I mean, pinch me, please. Things like this don’t happen to me. My life is rather predictable. Boring, perhaps.

“I’m waiting for you.”

He pulls back the crisp white bedsheet.

Lord have mercy but do I need another shot. Liquid courage. Drunken bravado.

Whatever. The sheet settles around his waist and I’m treated to a mouthwatering display of muscled chest. My gaze drops lower to the taut plains and valleys of his abs. And lower still . . . to the prominent bulge highlighted against the thin cotton material.

He’s naked.

My lips part in surprise.

“That’s for you, chava.”

Oh my God. He knows exactly the effect he has on me, doesn’t he?

“I don’t remember inviting you in.”

“Don’t you? I could have pushed your lovely body up against that window, hiked up your skimpy red dress, and taken you right there, in front of all those dancers.

And guess what, you’d have begged me to do it.”

I blink.

There’s confidence and there’s arrogance. Even if what he’s saying is true . . .

“You playing hard to get?” he murmurs. Yet his tone is firm, no-nonsense.

“Hard to get . . . no . . .”

“Then come here.”

I don’t move. Hell, I can’t. My head’s spinning as fast as my heart’s pounding. His bold proposition is tempting . . . so tempting . . .

No one will know. But you. And him.

He sighs, sitting up in bed and folding the sheet back. With slow, smoothly deliberate movements, he slides out of bed to stand before me.

But he looks past me to the painting on the wall. “I’m not fucking you with un campo lleno de vacas watching us.” Moving around me, he scoops up my red dress and tosses it at the picture. It snags on the wooden frame, completely covering the pastoral scene.

“Much better,” he informs me, the tone of his voice less of a rumble and more at a normal pitch.

“You’re awfully presumptuous.”

“Tell me to leave and I will.”

I bite my lip. Isn’t it so much easier with him going all alpha on me?

“Sí?”

I pause in indecision. A feeling as foreign to me as discovering a guy so hot, so far removed from my world, my realm of possibility, is in my bed, where I want him to stay.

He gives me a lopsided grin.

A killer grin, with a little dimple that causes butterflies to flutter about inside my stomach.

A seasoned seducer, who probably charms the panties off every woman he meets. I mean, just look at him. Of course he does.

Yet it’s the hunger in his eyes as he rakes his gaze over me that does me in. “You want me?” he asks as our eyes collide.

What is life truly without a few regrets? The rational part of me understands this, that if I fuck this gorgeous man, that’s what he’ll be. A regret. Yet the wild, recently liberated side of me, whispers, Do it. Make him the best regret ever.

“Yes,” I say, a little breathlessly. Okay, a whole lotta breathlessly.

He really does smile this time, the kind that causes tiny creases to form around his eyes. “Good. Now touch me.”

Author Links:

AUTHOR INFO:

Michele Mannon creates characters who are far from perfect; who are likely to be knee-deep in trouble, heart-first in love and at wits’ end when life unexpectedly, unequivocally turns to hell. Her debut series, Worth the Fight, received two Romantic Times Magazine Top Picks.

Hit Man is the third book in her sexy romantic suspense series, Deadliest Lies and features the most seductive “big-boom” mercenary of them all…Diego.

Michele lives in Pennsylvania but likes traveling to exotic places, including the NJ shore. She’s fond of Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes, quick-witted, Irish-accented men, a good story, and lots and lots of laughter.

For more information about Michele, please visit her website: http://www.michelemannon.com

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

BLITZ! BLEED BLUE 69

December 6, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

Buy Links:

25 Authors. One SEXY Police Station. All for Charity.

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2cGqe52

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2dcBhcy

iBooks – http://apple.co/2dyfKKV

Nook – http://bit.ly/2cI72Ut

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2cGqCAh

BLEED BLUE 69 is a story written by 25 Authors from one SEXY Police Station and it’s all for Charity.
Spend your holidays with the brave men and women of Precinct 69 protecting citizens and stealing hearts in the Big Apple.
These authors have joined forces to bring you their stories—some sweet, some dangerously hot—but all for a great cause.
These NYC police officers will keep you warm on a winter’s night, make you sweat in the most delicious way possible, and have you wishing for your very own set of cuffs. Only further begging the question: Can anyone resist a hero in uniform?

Excerpt:

A low groan escaped my throat. “Just remember who started this,” I warned before I nipped at her jaw. My hands found her ass and I gave a gentle squeeze before lifting her up onto the counter.
Tess flashed me a devastating grin and it was over. All my anger faded. Replaced by carnal need.
My heart thumped erratically as my cock pulsed against my pants, growing hard. A delightful shiver of desire ran through her as I reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the kitchen floor. The white lacy bra she wore, a stark contrast to her olive skin, was a tease. She liked for everyone to think she was such a lady, but only I knew the truth. Tess spread her thighs wider and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her. My erection pressed into the hot center of her core. I could feel the heat through the thin material of our sweats.
“Hold on to me,” I commanded as I lifted her off the counter enough to yank her bottoms and panties past her hips before I set her back down.
Tess squealed. “The counter is freezing!”
“You won’t be cold for long,” I growled, my voice laced with primal desire as I lay her back against the counter the rest of the way.
I held one of her dainty shoulders with one hand and slowly trailed my other hand downward, skimming the front of her torso, over the swell of her breasts to her jeweled belly button. Leaning forward I flicked the tiny diamond with my tongue as my fingers snaked between her thighs, followed by my mouth—placing flesh-searing kisses in my wake until I settled between her legs and buried my face between her thighs. Her hands stroked my bald head as moans filled the kitchen, drowning out Ami’s whines and scratching sounds from the other side of the bedroom door.
We lost track of time—of the world going on around us. The only thing that mattered—was us. Our heavy pants filled the air—and the damn dog’s howls. We laughed and smiled as our bodies exploded in fiery sensations, our souls colliding in passion and love.

AUTHORS AND THEIR AMAZON PAGE LINKS:

Alexis Alvarez (Author), Josie Bordeaux (Author), Rebecca Brooke (Author), Emme Burton (Author),M.C. Cerny (Author), Sarah M. Cradit (Author), Chelle C. Craze (Author), Jami Denise (Author), Lisa Edward (Author), Mary Catherine Gebhard (Author), Rochelle Paige (Author), ZB Heller (Author), Vanessa Marie (Author), Glenna Maynard (Author), Kristen Hope Mazzola (Author), Morgan Jane Mitchell (Author),Jenni Moen (Author), Alexis Noelle (Author), Brandy L Rivers (Author), Katherine Rhodes (Author), Emerson Shaw (Author), Kacey Shea (Author), M. Stratton (Author), Madison Street (Author), Felicia Tatum (Author)

GIVEAWAY:

https://promosimple.com/public/embed-codes/id/aa71

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

BLITZ! NEW YORK ROMANCE BY JOANNE DANNON AND CHARMAINE ROSS

December 3, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

New York Romance by Joanne Dannon and Charmaine Ross

Fall in love with these two holiday novellas.

Charmaine Ross, and I came up with the concept of the Happy Holidays series and loved the idea of having two friends both finding love during the holidays. We’ve linked the stories, in “New York Romance”, with both friends finding love in New York, thanks to the magic of the holiday season.

A Magical Chanukah in New York

When falling in love isn’t as easy as falling in love.

Lisa Sassoon has shunned the scandal of her loser ex-boyfriend cheating on her by escaping to New York. Instead of sightseeing, she’s become a recluse focussing on helping the less fortunate at a homeless shelter.

Gabe Olivari, entrepreneur and savvy business New Yorker, can’t let go of the pain of losing his best friend. So caught up in his own grief and believing he doesn’t deserve to be happy, he compensates by pushing everyone close to him away.

But when Lisa and Gabe meet, there is an instant connection that forces them to question not only their behaviours but their aspirations.

Can a dash of Chanukah magic help Lisa and Gabe realise that sparkling dates and dreamy kisses can lead to more? Perhaps even a lifetime of happiness?

Christmas in New York

A light-hearted and emotional novel about family, friendship and coming to terms with your past.

Andrew started falling in love with Charlotte, his beautiful, strictly hands-off client, from the moment he first saw her. Unfortunately, she doesn’t feel the same way about him. Doesn’t she?

Having made an unforgivable mistake to her parents, Charlotte has one single objective, ‘Get home for Christmas. Make amends.’ A mantra she constantly finds herself chanting when her attraction to sex-on-a-stick Andrew becomes too overpowering to try and avoid any longer.

Charlotte’s boss has been piling on the workload, making to harder and harder to get back home to Melbourne, not to mention all the extra meetings slash dates with Andrew she’s had to make to get the job done.

Charlotte finds Andrew incredibly attractive, fierce, smart, passionate and… totally off-limits. But between completely stupid deadlines and extra meetings, passion simmers. With redemption at stake, Charlotte must choose between her parents or once-in-a-lifetime love.

Only available on Amazon for $0.99. Pre-order now. Launch on 25 November.

Buy link – http://geni.us/IgPrVPd

Snippet from A Magical Chanukah in New York by Joanne Dannon

“Do I want you to kiss me? Let me think.” She cocked her eyebrow. “I’m in New York, it’s a festive time, and I’m at the top of Empire State Building with a cute guy–”

“Cute?” He stepped back on unsteady feet, pretending to be offended.

She gave his arm a playful punch. “What do you want to be? Macho? Dapper? Show-stealing Suave? Stylish?”

His narrowed eyes took in her cheeky grin. “Did you just swallow a thesaurus?”

Her lips twitched with amusement before a serious look crossed her face. “The old Lisa, as in the one from a couple of months ago, would’ve been shocked and politely declined the offer of a kiss. However, I’m away, no one knows me here so if the kiss is still on offer, I’d love to take you up on it. I’ll chalk it up as romantic experience in New York.”

“I’m not sure whether to be offended or flattered.” His heart raced in anticipation of closing the gap between them and seeing if the skin along her jaw was as soft s it looked.

She puckered her lips together. “Well, I could’ve said no.”

“But you didn’t,” he said in a low voice.

Snippet from Christmas in New York by Charmaine Ross

The sleeves pulled at his biceps, accentuating the ridges of defined muscle beneath the flimsy material. She was a sucker for a well-fitting shirt and he just looked so good in them. A little voice piped up in the back of her brain that he’d probably look a whole lot better without anything on at all, but she shoved it back down as forcefully as she could. “Huh?”

His mouth stretched into a perfect smile, “I said, it might take some time to look through them all. I’m starving. I thought I could make us something to eat while we go through the images. What do you think?”

“Ah…” The line, Charlotte. Remember the line.

“I’m cooking.”

“You cook?” she asked.

His smile was catching and she felt herself smiling in response. “The basics only. Soufflé. Baked Alaska. Galantine. That type of thing.”

“Uh-ha. And I’m Jamie Oliver’s right hand gal,” Charlotte laughed, tension running from her shoulders.

“That’s sou chef, for people in the know,” Andrew said. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the sleek black marble kitchen bench.

“Well, Chef Robinson what are we having for dinner?”

“I make a mean omelette. Are you game?” Andrew said.

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

Joanne Dannon

Joanne Dannon, an Australian author, writes to give her readers the experience she loves to savor–indulging in a sigh-worthy-happily-ever-after, being swept away from the everyday by diving into a delicious romance novel.

Joanne is a happily married mother of two heroes-in-training who loves spending time with friends and family. She can be found on Facebook and her website http://www.joannedannon.com chatting about reading, writing, cooking, vintage-inspired dresses and all things romantic.

Website http://www.joannedannon.com

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/joannedannonwrites

Instagram https://www.instagram.com/joannedannon_writes/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14156702.Joanne_Dannon

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Joanne-Dannon/e/B01136RTWQ/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Charmaine Ross

Charmaine’s first foray into romance was as a fourteen year old where she fell hopelessly and eternally in love with her hero as only a teenager can. Instead of watching movies and staying up late, she would go to bed ateight thirty and continue her very romantic, very safe, love affair.

Since then, she has fallen in love with many heroes, some less safe than what her teenage brain could possibly imagine. After earning a Fine Art’s Degree, a Diploma of Secondary Education and a Diploma of Marketing, she worked as a Graphic Designer in various advertising agencies and as well as in-house marketing roles and is currently involved with digital marketing and everything web in her current position. But she always returns to writing.

Although she has travelled, she always returns to her home town of Melbourne and lives with her husband, two children and two cats in the ferny-greens of the Dandenongs. If she’s not working on her latest romance and falling in love with yet another hero, you’ll find her reading, watching and basically indulging in her addiction to any story on any media type she can get her fingers on.

You can find information about her latest releases as well as excerpts on all of her published books here:

Website: http://www.charmaineross.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/CharmaineRossAu

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/charmaine.ross.01

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/charmaineatt/

You Tube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

SPOTLIGHT TOUR! THE SOUL OF A SEAL BY ANNE ELIZABETH

December 2, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

9781492622246-pr

Title: The Soul of a Seal

Series: West Coast Navy SEALs, #4

Author: Anne Elizabeth

Pub Date: December 6, 2016

ISBN: 9781492622246

Love may be the toughest battle of all

Captain Bennett Oscar Sheraton Navy SEAL, the best of the best

Dr. Kimberly Warren Brilliant engineer, founder of secret space program

When scientists on Dr. Warren’s super-secret space mission start dying, Navy SEAL Captain Sheraton is sent in as an astronaut candidate with a hidden agenda—find the person sabotaging the program.

Kimberly and Bennett’s instant attraction may prove to be a major distraction—or it might be the key to both of their dreams coming true…

the-soul-of-a-seal-graphic

Anne Elizabeth is a romance author, comic creator, and a monthly columnist for RT Book Reviews magazine. With a BS in Business and MS in Communications from Boston University, she is a regular presenter at conventions as well as a member of The Author’s Guild and Romance Writers of America. Anne lives with her husband, a retired Navy SEAL, in the mountains above San Diego. Visit her website at http://www.AnneElizabeth.net.

INTERESTING SEAL FACT

Research the terminology. There’s nothing worse than someone saying they visited the “can” when the Navy calls it “the head” – unless you are being ironic, of course.

As he turned the corner, he smacked right into her as if he had conjured her, sending her heading for the floor. He wasn’t a small guy. At six feet and 160 pounds, he was all muscle and could have been a decent wide receiver for any NFL team, even in his early forties. He ran every day, worked out, and had serious stamina for whatever task was at hand.

His hand caught hers, and with one tug he had her safely in his arms. He cradled her against him. He murmured in her ear, “Sorry about that.” His first instinct was to be polite and distant, but this contact brought a wave of protectiveness with it that made him even more uncomfortable. He needed to keep his perspective. “I always seem to be apologizing to you.”

“Must be something about me,” she murmured against his chest. Her body changed from pliant to stiff almost instantly. They were locked together for several seconds.

“Guess so.”

Realizing that she had to be at least five feet ten inches was kind of nice. It meant he wouldn’t have to bend down when he kissed her. Shit, there went his libido. He was attracted to her. Now he was going to have to be careful he didn’t compromise the mission.

Bennett righted her, and his hands dropped away from her gorgeous form. “Dr. Warren…”

Kimberly looked up at him. Her hands settled on her hips. Frowning, she said, “Captain, it was me. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I needed to consult with you anyway.”

“You were…looking for me…”

“I…I have files for you.” The way she was groping for words meant he definitely had an effect on her. At least they were both in the same boat. Besides, his gut told him that she was an ally, wanting to get the shuttle off the ground and to find out who had killed the SEALs.

She pushed several files into his hands. “If you’ll excuse me.” She stepped around him, making a wide arc. Before she rounded the next corner, she stole a glance at him and blushed.

He smiled at her. Damn, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so drawn to a woman. The scent of lavender still filled his senses, and a hint of something else. Not rosewater. What was it, jasmine? Mmm, intoxicating.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

GUEST SPOT! THE SECRETS IN MY SCOWL BY A.E. VIA!

December 2, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

secrets-inmy-scowl-customdesign-jayaheer2016-finalcover

Author A.E. Via

Title: The Secrets in My Scowl

M/M GAY CONTEMPORARY / STANDALONE

Edited by: Tina Adamski

Cover Artist – Jay Aheer

PAGE COUNT – 312

Release Date: October 28, 2016

Sparks ignite and tempers flare when a sexy, optimistic wedding planner moves his business in across the hall from a jilted, divorce lawyer’s practice.

“Look smart ass. This is the last time I’m going to remind you about breaking sections of the lease. If there’s a next time, I won’t stop until you and your frilly, white wedding shit is thrown out of here. Do you got it?!”
Wylde looked in Jacob’s pained eyes and answered in his deep voice. “Yeah, counselor. I got it.”

From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner.

Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door.

Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had.

This story ends in an HEA and does not end on a cliffhanger.

aevia-4ftbanner-jayaheer2015

ae-author-pic

A.E. Via is an author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting submissions for established and aspiring LGBTQ authors.

Visit my site to learn more! Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, VSWB submissions, and where she’ll appear next

buylinks

Amazon Buy Link: https://goo.gl/4oCCZH

AllRomance: https://goo.gl/9V0GQS

Smashwords: https://goo.gl/QScfZk

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32072126-the-secrets-in-my-scowl

Author Official Website: http://authoraevia.com

A.E. Blog: http://authoraevia.com/blogfann.html

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor

Facebook (Friend me): https://www.facebook.com/authoraevia

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia

sims3

Wylde was nose deep in his computer, sucking on a green lollipop while he noted the few changes he wanted Dennis to make on the website, when he heard a ruckus on the other side of the wall. It sounded like someone moving items in the hall. He looked at his watch, noticing it was already after seven. Shit. The time went by so fast. Still not really registering the commotion, Wylde went back to his computer. Not five seconds later he heard the door to the front room burst open and a strong, masculine voice reached his ears.

“I thought I was pretty clear earlier when I asked you not to leave your damn trash in the hallway. I almost broke my neck. Not only is the same crap still out there but you had the audacity to double it.”

Wylde quickly got up and opened his office door and took in the large man standing in front of Mikki, glaring down at her. All Wylde could see was the man’s broad back and wide shoulders beneath a very expensive-looking black trench coat. His voice was getting deeper as he spoke, as if he was just a breath from yelling.

“If I have to tell you one more time, my next call will be to the property manager. Do you got it?” the man barked at his best friend. Wylde had heard enough.

“Is that the way you always speak to a lady?” Wylde asked calmly, his own voice just as deep as the man a few feet from him. But when the man turned around, Wylde’s composure slipped for a split second when he realized exactly what’d had Mikki gushing earlier. The lawyer was maybe an inch taller than Wylde’s own six feet, but he was wider and a lot more muscular. His jaw was locked tight and his forehead was creased in an angry frown. His lips were light peach and the bottom one was fuller than the top, but the lawyer was so angry those plush lips were pulled into a taut, thin line. Wylde didn’t miss the surprised look as the lawyer cast his dark eyes down Wylde’s body then back up to his face. He smirked and gave the lawyer a slight curl of his lips.

“I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to your boss,” the lawyer snapped at him before spinning back on Mikki.

Wylde said his next words slowly. “Then turn back around, because she’s not the boss.”

“Excuse me?” the lawyer asked, his temper still revved up.

Wylde came to stand in front of Mikki, shielding her from any further angry comments, in turn putting himself very close to the handsome man. Wylde was quick to pick up on how much body heat was wafting off the tall lawyer and also the extremely masculine smell that worked its way up Wylde’s nose and down to his balls. “I’m Wylde Sterling. The woman behind me is my office manager. If you have any problems, you’ll need to address them to me from here on.” Then Wylde threw the man’s words back at him. “Do you got it?”

The stare-off was intense and Wylde didn’t back down. He was not easily intimidated and he needed to set the man straight about bullying his staff, whether Mikki got off on it or not. “I apologize about the trash. There seem to be some kinks in the sanitation department, because I’ve called several times for a pick-up.”

“I don’t give a fat fucker’s ass how many times you called,” the man snarled, his voice turning as dark as his inky glare. “Move it out the hallway.”

Wylde couldn’t help but wonder if the lawyer’s bite was as hot as his bark. Damn, this man was something else. He was really trying to rile him, but Wylde rarely lost his temper, and for good reason. Wylde clasped his hands behind his back and cast his eyes up, lowering his tone even further. “I’ll get right on top of that, counselor.”

The lawyer looked caught off guard and his mouth parted like he wanted to say something else but forgot what it was. He blinked and barked one last time. “I better not see that same trash in the morning.”

Wylde’s voice was almost a whisper now. “Of course. Anything else?” The lawyer’s head jerked back before he stormed off, leaving Wylde feeling some type of way, but he wasn’t sure what that way was.

giveaway

a Rafflecopter giveaway

BLITZ! CHRISTMAS BELLS BY LINDA JOYCE

December 1, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

Christmas Bells Buy Links

Amazon US https://amzn.com/B01MFHZN72

UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MFHZN72

AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01MFHZN72

Germany:

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B01MFHZN72/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_tljiybX74TVJT

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/679399

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/christmas-bells-7

After grieving the loss of her husband and son, TV host Morgan Marshall is ready to embrace life again. But she won’t risk a relationship with the father of her favorite cooking student, Avery, since the girl’s happiness is more important than her own.

Advertising executive Alex Blake never thought another woman could pique his interest after losing his wife to pneumonia, a complication of her cancer. Yet every time he’s in Morgan’s presence, she brings sunlight into the room. Plus, she’s a role model for his daughter, always assuring Avery that dyslexia can’t hold her back. But if he asks Morgan for a date and then she refuses a second one, the person he loves the most, Avery, could get hurt the worst because she adores Morgan.

When Alex is injured in a fall, Morgan insists on caring for him and Avery. As they share holiday fun, Avery topples Morgan’s beloved crystal bell collection, shattering it to pieces. Through it all, they discover love of one another is more priceless than any object money can buy. Love rings in the air at Christmastime.

EXCERPT:

Alex turned when someone from behind tapped his shoulder. “Yes?”

“You two are the cutest couple. So you have a daughter in the program tonight?” a silver-haired lady, draped in strands of pearls, asked. “I’ll bet she’s beautiful, looking at the two of you.”

“We—” Morgan began.

“Thank you.” Alex interrupted, cutting her off. “Avery Blake is her name. She has a solo. It’s listed in the program.” He smiled brightly at the lady and then turned his gaze back to Morgan. She appeared surprised but didn’t contradict him.

He figured the lady didn’t need to know the intimate details of their life. It was enough that she considered them a couple. If others could see it, would it be possible for Morgan to see it, too? It wasn’t until that moment he understood how much he truly missed being a family of three and having a wife, after being forced to let go of the woman he loved. It proved tougher than he imagined. Now eighteen months later, he looked forward to a new chapter of his life. Maybe one with Morgan Marshall playing a major role.

When the girl reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran for the kitchen. “Come watch me, Daddy.”

Morgan started to follow, but stopped when Alex touched her arm. “You’re sure about this.” He tilted his head toward the kitchen. Uncertainty filled his eyes.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Morgan admonished teasingly. “Your daughter can cook a four-star meal. Just you wait and see.”

“Well, Miss Morgan, if my child gives me food poisoning, I’m going to hold you responsible. I’ll insist you nurse me back to health.” He winked and then bowed, waving his hand in a flourish, suggesting he would follow her lead to the kitchen.

Morgan took a step, stopped, and glanced over her shoulder. Alex was grinning wider than she’d ever seen. The slightly crinkled, starched white shirt with the cuffs rolled up, top button undone, tucked into charcoal gray slacks made his chest appear broader, his waist slimmer, and his smile brighter. She had never noticed the strength in the squareness of his jaw or the thickness of his lashes. A tingle shivered along her spine. Was the man flirting with her?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Website: http://www.linda-joyce.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaJoyceAuthor

Twitter: @LJWriter https://twitter.com/LJWriter

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Linda-Joyce/e/B00BODDROS/

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/LindaJoyceWorld/boards/

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrjZh-TMFbeN1k7BlWAAxeA

Newsletter http://eepurl.com/4y5Yj

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LJWriter

Hosted By

Visit Us Here!

NEW RELEASE! TEMPTED BY THE GARGOYLE BY LISA CARLISLE

November 29, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

BLURB

Meet your perfect match this Saturday night–or your perfect match for the night.

The eclipse of the red Supermoon sends crowds into Boston for an evening hyped up for a night of passion, one not to be missed. Boston police officer Larissa Riley wants nothing to do with the media-driven event, but her friend convinces her they need a night out after all they’ve gone through. They visit a new gothic-themed club where Larissa is disturbed by the attractive stranger eying her.

Roman, a gargoyle shifter and commander of the Stone Sentries, patrols from the rooftop of a club on the night of the eclipse. The Supermoon bodes danger and he puts all his sentries on watch. When a blast of dark magic soars past him, he searches for its origin and fixes on a brunette. Something about her is different, demanding all senses be on high alert. Is she dangerous? Or is she in danger?

Deciding a night with a hot stranger would be good for her, Larissa invites Roman back to her hotel, unaware he is surveilling her. The night takes a dark turn as secrets are uncovered and danger moves in. Her beloved city is under attack. Larissa must decide who to trust before all is lost, including the fate of her closest friend.

EXCERPT

While surveying the city from above, a dark-haired woman on the roof caught Roman’s attention. She stood ramrod-straight and she fidgeted with her glass. Something about her discomfort triggered his gargoyle instincts, making him observe her more closely.

When he scanned her from head to toe, he didn’t gain any insight other than how attractive she was. Her hair was rich and lush, flowing in loose waves over her shoulders. It had a burgundy tone from the various lighting fixtures around the deck. Her wide eyes searched her surroundings. What was she looking for? His gaze traveled down her body, studying how well it was encased in a form-fitting black dress. He lingered on her killer curves, fueling his imagination with sordid fantasies of what it would be like to touch them.

He snapped his eyes away. He was supposed to be gauging what had set off his senses.

Seconds later, his gaze returned to her, despite his admonition to himself. Her expression turned troubled. A strong reaction rose within him, one he couldn’t read. He rubbed the back of his neck. Something about her put all his senses on edge; he had to keep an eye on her, although he had no indication why.

She spoke to a blonde woman next to her, and he turned his head to focus on their conversation. With all the chatter in the room, he couldn’t catch it, despite his acute sense of hearing.

What troubled the brunette? An instinct to protect her kicked in. The pull toward her was compelling, a sensual onslaught that overpowered him.

Remember why you’re here.

He stepped back, both mentally and physically separating himself from the woman, and shielded himself behind the bar. That compulsion was one he’d never experienced, and not knowing what it meant bothered him all the more. All the uncertainty about tonight had him on edge.

Turning away, he gulped in the cool night air. It invigorated him for only a moment. What hit him next almost knocked him off his feet—a sudden whoosh of energy. It blasted past him with immense force and power, indicative of dark magic.

A gut feeling made him turn to locate the brunette, and he scrutinized her. He sensed something unusual about her than the other humans on the roof. Was she the source of that dark magic? He opened a mental link to communicate with Arto.

There’s a woman on the roof I’m going to keep an eye on.

Is she in danger? Or is she dangerous? Arto asked.

Good question. That’s what I plan on finding out. I sensed dark magic and will investigate further.

His triggers were now on full alert. Whoever she was, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Not until he figured out who—or what—she was.

And why she had that effect on him.

BUY LINKS

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2gCbf23

B&N: https://goo.gl/uc5BoH

iBooks: https://goo.gl/q0c4Td

Google Play: https://goo.gl/wgvJ7x

Kobo: https://goo.gl/qELwqa

24symbols: https://goo.gl/xyh736

Inktera: https://goo.gl/Qbfhbg

ARe: https://goo.gl/n2O6JY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

USA Today bestselling author Lisa Carlisle loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent heroines. She’s wanted to be a writer since the sixth grade, when her teacher gave a prompt to write a story. She earned a graduate degree in English from Harvard University’s School for Extension Studies and writes both fiction and nonfiction. Her romances have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Reviews and All Romance Ebooks.

When she was younger, she worked in a variety of jobs, moving to various countries. She’s lived in Okinawa, Japan; backpacked alone through Europe; and worked in Paris before returning to the U.S. For a few years, she owned a bookstore as she loves to read. She’s now married to a fantastic man, and they have two kids, two kittens, and too many fish.

Website / Facebook / Twitter / Pinterest / Instagram / Goodreads

Presented by:

WLKBookPromotions.com

RELEASE DAY! TO FIND YOU BY CERECE RENNIE MURPHY

November 29, 2016January 8, 2019 romancebookwormLeave a comment

to-find-you-rdl-ban

Today we have the blog tour for To Find You by Cerece Rennie Murphy! Check it out and grab your copy November 29^th!

Two Souls

One Desire

To Find Each Other…Again

The journey begins with Ama and Ekow ~ Two lovers betrothed, then torn apart by an enemy disguised as a friend. And in the midst of an unthinkable bargain, their freedom is sold for a bag of gold.

But what their enemies thought would break them only unleashed a power greater than life itself.

From the ancient shores of Ghana to the streets of pre-colonial India,

From the burning embers of Oahu to the heart of a nation’s capitol,

Their souls risked war, death, and betrayal to bend destiny to their will.

Will they survive?

Will they succeed?

Join them on this timeless journey and see…

Coming Soon!!!

Read an excerpt from To Find You and sign-up for Release Day notifications at

www.cerecerenniemurphy.com

Get Your Copy Today!

I wait for him here at the place where the night sky and the earth become lovers. In the tall grass of our homeland, between two kingdoms, we meet.

Getting here early is easier than slipping away late, especially now when life in my village is bustling with the preparations for our wedding in just three days.

But as the reeds lick the backs of my calves, I know that this is only one part of the reason I wait.

The truth is that I like to feel him coming. At this hour, when my imagination reigns over every shape and whisper, I can almost see him walking on limbs taller and stronger than mine will ever be. He cuts through the night that hides his slightly lighter shade and stalks his prey. I cannot hear his approach, but I feel him drawing near, compelled by the same force that holds me where I stand—the scent of my desire in the air.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, imagining I can taste him, too. The flavor is salt, sweet grass, and home. It fills my senses and makes me thirsty.

On the outside, my knees shake and my heart pounds, impatient for its mate, while the deepest part of me grows calm and still—stretching towards the peace that only his presence brings.

And he’s close now, so close.

author-photo

Cerece Rennie Murphy fell in love with writing and science fiction at an early age. It’s a love affair that has grown ever since.

In addition to working on the release of the 2nd book in the Ellis and The Magic Mirror children’s book series with her son, Mrs. Murphy is developing a 2-part science fiction thriller set in outer space. Mrs. Murphy lives and writes in her hometown of Washington, DC with her husband, two children and the family dog, Yoda. To learn more about the author and her upcoming projects, please visit her website at www.cerecerenniemurphy.com.