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INTERVIEW with Jami Davenport author of Bottom on the Ninth ~ #giveaway

Thanks for stopping by the blog today! I’m excited that Jami Davenport is joining us for a few questions so that we can get to know her and her writing. I think you’ll enjoy the interview🙂

Afterward, check out her latest release Bottom on the Ninth, and enter her giveaway!

Let’s get started …

Describe yourself in 50 words or less.

I’m driven, ambitious, and social. I love to be around people, animals, and just enjoy life. I write more than romances, I write about personal growth. I’m a huge sports fan of Seattle sports teams, and I’d give anything if Seattle would get an NHL team. 

A wonderful description  :) I love choosing character names. How did you go about choosing yours?  

I think on them for a long time. It’s not uncommon for one of my characters to have a name change after I finish the first draft. I also write down names that I love for future use. I was sitting in the doctor’s office when I heard someone use the name Paisley. I liked it so much I wrote it down and used it in this current book.

That’s a name on my list as well. When I worked in a hospital I ran across lots of interesting names🙂 What’s your favorite type of scene to write?   

Something with a lot of drama and angst that makes me cry.

How would your heroine describe your hero?  

He pretends he doesn’t care, but he cares deeply, even though he tries to guard his heart. He thinks he’s faking being a good guy, but he really isn’t. 

Love it! What’s the first sentence in Bottom of the Ninth? 

Seattle. He’d been traded to fucking Seattle.

Now the last.

Not only had he found forever, but he’d found family.

Would you like to share with us what you’re working on now?  

I have a few things in the works. I’m working on my next football book featuring my Native American tight end, Hunter. I’m also planning a new adult series set at a fictional college. The first book will feature Riley from Crashing the Net. Also Brick the goalie’s story is slated for next year.


The first thing you see when you walk in my front door is __lots of windows and no blinds.
The last restaurant I ate out at was _the casino near my house.
I will never eat __sushi.
My toothbrush is __brand new.
The next book on my tbr is __Elle Kennedy’s The Goal.
Someday I want to visit _Ireland and Australia.

I love your answers and getting to know you better Jami. Thank you so much and congrats on your latest release🙂

Can they conquer their demons and find love, 
or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?


Seattle Skookums Baseball
Game on in Seattle #6
Jami Davenport
Released Oct 21st, 2016
long-awaited story of the third Wolfe brother introduces the Seattle Skookums
baseball team.
Zeke Wolfe, the man who’s written
off his entire family, rescues a young woman and three children on a stormy
Seattle night. Before he knows it, he has an instant family and a fake fiancé
he’s certain he doesn’t want.
Paisley Madison dreams of having a
real home for herself and her sister’s children. When a handsome baseball
player drops into her life, she knows a gift when she sees one and hires
herself as his assistant.
As their business arrangement turns
into something much more personal, Paisley and Zeke’s pasts threaten to destroy
their precarious hold on a future together. Can they conquer their demons and
find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?


Paisley startled awake early. She bolted upright and winced when her back protested. Ignoring her whiny body parts, she blinked several times and squinted, attempting to get her bearings. The morning sun cast beams of light across the room and over the sleeping children. Last night flooded back to her in a rush of confusion and hope.

Being drenched. The hot baseball player. The old, creepy house. The pizza.

Checking each child to make sure they were all still asleep, Paisley rose, stretched, and padded out of the bedroom in her bare feet. The place didn’t look so creepy in the daylight. In fact, despite the obvious neglect, it was beautiful. She took her time exploring each room, except the closed door to Zeke’s room.

Zeke. Holy mother of all creation, he was hot. And he was wealthy. She wasn’t a gold digger by any means, but he had the money to pay her for a job well done, which had her wheels turning. She believed in making wine out of any beer that life threw her way. She’d keep her hands off and prove her value to Zeke. He needed someone to manage his life and battle the dust and spiders staking their claim on this grand old house.

He needed her.

Zeke’s house wasn’t just a house; it was a mansion by her standards. Much to her delight, it was perched on a hill among older homes overlooking Seattle and the water. She couldn’t wait to explore the stately old neighborhood. What she could see from the windows indicated the other homes were well kept, unlike Zeke’s. His yard needed as much work as the inside. She’d tackle that project, too.

Yeah, the poor man really needed her, and she’d make sure he knew it.

The house had seen better days and was in need of updating and TLC, but the potential shone through like an unpolished diamond among common rocks, and the view was priceless.

Last night’s deluge gave way to a partially cloudy morning with patches of blue sky. Rays of sun bounced off drops of rain on the leaves of nearby trees. The sun lit up the large expanse of water below. She hadn’t a clue whether it was part of the ocean or something else.

A few rooms in the house were stacked with boxes. Stray pieces of furniture were placed here and there. Zeke didn’t appear to have much in the way of personal belongings. She added shopping for furniture to her assistant to-do list. She’d create a design for each room with an overarching theme among them. Judging from the age of the house and the style, she’d opt for mission style, one of her favorites.

Paisley rubbed her hands together in glee, excited and ready to get started with her day. The kids could help. On Monday, she’d need to enroll them in a local school despite their lack of an actual home. During her nosy explorations she’d found a temporary option. The daylight basement level of this house had been converted into an apartment. It had big windows looking into the backyard and down the hill.

Perfect for her and the kids, and perfect for keeping them out of Zeke’s hair.

Now to work on selling her worth to Zeke. Her strict adherence to maintaining a positive outlook in all situations—last night being an exception—would serve her well. Zeke was a busy athlete just starting the season. Baseball players played over one hundred and fifty games a year, not counting playoffs. He’d be gone a lot to away games.

He absolutely needed her. Oh, yes, he did. She skipped up the stairs, singing a nonsensical happy song the kids loved. Cracking the door, she checked on them again. They were dead to the world. She couldn’t resist a glance into the room Zeke slept in. His suitcase was open on top of a rumpled comforter, but true to his word, he’d left early this morning. She’d heard his SUV as it backed out of the garage.

With a big grin on her face and a bounce in her step, she started her chores in the kitchen, giving it a thorough scrubbing after finding cleaning supplies under the sink. Later, she’d unpack dishes and put them in the cupboards.

The kitchen was beautiful under all the grime and dust. It’d been remodeled recently and had gorgeous wood cabinets, granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances with a professional stove and oven. The previous owners must have run out of money during the kitchen remodel. The backsplashes were missing and the walls were unpainted, as if someone had stripped off layers of wallpaper, then left.

She stood back, hands on hips, and surveyed her work. The kitchen was gleaming. Everything was in its place.

Zeke would be pleasantly surprised.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jami
writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two
new indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island
Series. Jami’s new releases consistently rank in the top fifty on the sports
romance and sports genre lists on Amazon, and she has hit the Amazon top
hundred authors list in both contemporary romance and genre fiction multiple
times. Jami ranked Number Seven on Kobo’s Top Ten Most Completed Authors, an
honor bestowed on the year’s “most engaging” authors based on an average
page completion rate by their readers.


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Posted by on October 28, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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What to Read Wednesday with Jessica Lemmon author of The Billionaire Next Door ~ #giveaway

I’m so glad you could visit for What to Read Wednesday🙂 Please help me welcome Jessica Lemmon to the blog. She’s talking about 5 ways to frustrate a billionaire bad boy and also sharing her latest release The Billionaire Next Door. I think you’ll enjoy the excerpt and blurb and if you’re anything like me you’ll LOVE the cover!

Afterward, please enter Jessica’s giveaway and don’t forget to click a buy link and grab your copy🙂

Take it away Jessica!

Top 5 Ways To Frustrate An Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy


In my new release The Billionaire Bachelor, our hero Tag Crane is having one heck of a time getting heroine Rachel Foster to comply. His tried-and-true tricks simply don’t *quite* break down this particular woman’s defenses. Which means Tag shrugs and wanders off to find a new woman to tempt, right…?




You know when an alpha guy finds The One, even if he doesn’t know she’s it for him yet, he digs in and tries, tries, and tries again. Which brings me to the Top 5 ways to frustrate an alpha!


Many of these Rachel does without even trying…



.5. Don’t let him pay your way. Alphas, especially rich ones, love to lavish gifts upon the object of their affection. If you want to frustrate him right down to his expensive shoes, insist on buying your own dinner. In Tag’s case, he won this battle, but it didn’t stop Rachel from arguing. Points: 1


.4. Insist on working. Tag invites Rachel to Hawaii under the guise of consulting on his latest bar upgrade for a Crane hotel on Oahu. But when he gets her there he decides he’d rather play than work… Rachel makes sure she puts in her hours whether he likes it or not. Points: 2… but -1 because she definitely makes time for play!


.3. Resist his advances. Playboy Tag Crane knows his way around a woman—and how to woo one. But whenever his cocky charm makes itself known, Rachel is sure to laugh it off. At one point, she lies and blurts, “I’m not the least bit attracted to… what you have going on.” Points: 3. Well played!


.2. Don’t react the way he expects. When Rachel opens her front door one evening to find Tag standing outside of it, he lays a long, delicious kiss on her lips. When she doesn’t respond by climbing him like a cat on a curtain, Tag is completely confused. He even thinks to himself “SURELY, she liked it?” Throwing him off-kilter comes naturally to our wily heroine. Points: 5


.1. Don’t spell things out for him. Alphas think simply. In The Billionaire Next Door, Rachel uses the phrase “Me-Tarzan, You-Jane” to describe his techniques. The best way to frustrate an alpha? Keep him guessing… You won’t only frustrate him, you’ll fascinate him. And once he’s fallen head over money clip, he’ll come running and fight to win you. Points: 10.

Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-
until suddenly the one man who can’t be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .


Billionaire Bad Boys #2
Jessica Lemmon
Releasing Oct 25th, 2016
Buy Me Love
It’s Tag Crane’s job to be the life
of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of
running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn’t perfect.
Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great
Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem,
Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction
he’s ever seen.
Dog-sitting by day, bartending by
night. It’s not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane
rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her
help for the Crane Hotels, it’s a fantasy come true. What’s the harm in a fun
no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like
Tag-until suddenly the one man who can’t be caught is the one flirting with
forever . . 


“This is so much colder than a cab,” Rachel said through chattering teeth. The bar was probably fifteen blocks from the apartment. What was she thinking agreeing to walk? She couldn’t feel her nose.

“But cleaner,” Tag said. She was currently taking two steps for every one of his, given his gait was longer than hers, even at a leisurely pace.

“I do better when it’s a nice, even seventy degrees.” She buried her chin in her scarf as she watched her boots cut through the gathering snow. “I guess it’ll be a few more months until we see milder temps.”

God. She was hopeless. Walking down the sidewalk next to a gorgeous guy and talking about the weather. But Tag didn’t balk.

“I like extremes,” he said, as if this was perfectly acceptable conversation. “If it’s hot, I like it really hot. If it’s cold, there’d better be snow or it’s a waste. I like the ocean because you can’t see the end of it. If I’m in a forest, I prefer one filled with massive sequoias.”

“Because you can relate to them,” she teased. “Giant.”

He turned his head and smiled and she admired straight, white teeth surrounded by a golden brown beard. He’d pulled his hair down and the light brown waves fell haphazardly over his black coat. Which was so sexy she couldn’t think. Especially since there were snowflakes in the strands. Not that she could blame them. Nestled warmly in those locks wasn’t a bad place to imagine being.

Again, she wondered at her attraction to him. Though he did kind of look like Thor, and while she wasn’t a die-hard comic book fan, she could appreciate the actor in the movie.

“How tall are you?” she asked, mostly to stop her inane train of thought. The more she was around him, the less she understood her basal reaction to him.

“Just under six-six. You’re what? Five-five?”

“Yeah. How’d you do that?”

He shrugged and looked ahead, but she didn’t doubt how he’d done it. He’d likely honed his carnival skills and was stellar at guessing weight and height. It wasn’t hard to imagine him using his intuition to figure out a woman’s weak points so he could attack where she was most sensitive. He’d probably had a ton of practice.

Was that where her concern was coming from? That he’d find her weak spots and use them against her? That’s what Shaun had done, she thought with a token amount of bitterness.

“How’d I do what?” A puff of air came from his lips, buried in his beard. She’d never liked facial hair. Until now, apparently.

“How’d you guess my height?” she shot back, feeling peeved more with herself than him. Lack of sleep, or maybe too much, she wasn’t really sure what to blame her reaction on now. “How’d you know I was a businesswoman before? I’m a great bartender, by the way. I was a bartender for longer than I worked in marketing.” She pushed her hands deeper into her pockets, lamenting not bringing her gloves with her. Her hands were freezing.

“Just observant. I’m good with people,” he said.

She absorbed that for a few seconds.

“What exactly do you do in Guest and Restaurant Services?” She air-quoted those words, which brought her bare hands from her pockets. He noticed.

“Where are your gloves? Do you realize it’s February in Chicago?”

“I forgot them.”

Tag stopped walking, a deep sigh working its way from his wide chest as he tugged off his gloves.

“I’m fine.” But he wasn’t listening. Once he’d had his baseball-mitt sized gloves off, he lifted her smaller, freezing hands to his mouth, cupping them in his palms, and blew on them to warm her fingers. He did this the way he did everything else.



And looking right at her.

He brushed his lips over her knuckles as a drove of chills shot down her spine and legs. She became fascinated by how soft his beard felt against her freezing skin, and then those chills were replaced with heat. Pooling in her belly, between her thighs, and infusing her face with color.

“Thanks,” she muttered when he let her go. She stuffed her hands into his gloves—they were warm, and after his personal attention, so was she. They finished their walk to Crane Tower, and once they were in the lobby, she put that together with Crane Hotels. “You’re pretty brand loyal aren’t you?”

“Honey, you have no idea.”

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former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her
husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently
gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy
heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and
eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a
purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.

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BOOK BLAST ~ Baron by Joanna Shupe ~ #giveaway

One pragmatic industrialist is about to learn 
that a man may make his own destiny, 
but love is a matter of fortune . . .


The Knickerbocker Club #2
Joanna Shupe
Releasing Oct 25th, 2016
Kensington Zebra
New York
City’s Gilded Age shines as bright as the power-wielding men of the
Knickerbocker Club. And one pragmatic industrialist is about to learn that a
man may make his own destiny, but love is a matter of fortune . . .
Born into one of New York’s most
respected families, William Sloane is a railroad baron who has all the right
friends in all the right places. But no matter how much success he achieves, he
always wants more. Having secured his place atop the city’s highest echelons of
society, he’s now setting his sights on a political run. Nothing can distract
him from his next pursuit—except, perhaps, the enchanting con artist he never
saw coming . . .
Ava Jones has eked out a living the
only way she knows how. As “Madame Zolikoff,” she hoodwinks gullible audiences
into believing she can communicate with the spirit world. But her carefully
crafted persona is nearly destroyed when Will Sloane walks into her life—and
lays bare her latest scheme. The charlatan is certain she can seduce the
handsome millionaire into keeping her secret and using her skills for his
campaign—unless he’s the one who’s already put a spell on her . . .


Two more steps brought Will alongside her. “Are you always so difficult?”

She threw her head back and laughed—a genuine, sultry sound that hit him square in the gut. He pushed down the reaction, put it in a place with all the other things he ignored.

“Only with men who try to boss me around.”

“A lot of those in your life?”

“Just one, apparently. Any ideas on how to get rid of him?”

Will’s lips twitched from suppressing a smile. “No, unless you’re ready to give in. I won’t disappear until you leave John alone.”

She stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her hips. Her brown gaze lit up with fire and brimstone, her generous bosom heaving in a distractingly enticing manner. “Why do you care so much? Your money could buy whatever election you wanted, cover up any hint of scandal that might occur. Therefore, you don’t really care about what I’m doing to John. Tell me, why are you following me? ’Cause I need to tell you, I’m not buying it.”

What the hell was she implying? That he was after her? His muscles clenched as he stepped closer, hoping to intimidate her with their difference in height. Surprisingly, she held her ground, merely lifted a brow as if to say, Get on with it. He tried not to be impressed.

“First, I would never use my money to buy an election. I want to win, and I mean to do that fairly. Second, I can cover up just about any scandal I want, but all it takes is one whiff, one hint of impropriety, and my political career will be over before it begins. I’ll be a laughingstock. And there’s no way I’ll allow that to happen.”

“No, John will be a laughingstock. John’s political career will be over. And”—she made a disbelieving sound—“you act as if New York politics are clean and fair. We both know politicians are dirtier than chimney sweeps, and that’s saying something.”

“I wouldn’t throw stones at the legitimacy of other vocations, were I you.”

“Oh!” She threw up her hands and stomped away. “Leave me alone, William Sloane.”

He trailed after her, catching up in a few steps. “You’re wrong. In my world, you’re judged not only on your own actions, but the actions of those around you. The company you keep. If John goes down, I go down as well.”

“Then I can only imagine what your world would think of you keeping company with me in the Tenderloin.”

“They’d think I’d lost my ever-loving mind,” he muttered.

“Then scurry back home to Fifth Avenue. I’m sure your butler has brandy and cigars waiting. No one here is stopping you.”

“Washington Square.”

Her head swung toward him. “Pardon?”

“I live on Washington Square.” It had been a long time since he’d had to tell anyone that. The Sloanes had been in that location since the city covered up the graves and converted the space to a public park.

“Oh, excuse me,” she said with mock sincerity. “Scurry back home to Washington Square.”

“After you promise to stop your shenanigans with John.”


The voice came from behind them, so he spun to see who was there. A few people were out, but no one close enough. No one came forward or even met his eye. Who had called his name?


Facing forward, he instantly noticed something else. He was now alone.

“Ava?” Feet planted, his gaze swept the sidewalk and the street, searching. He peered across to the other side, thinking maybe she had crossed the street. Nothing.

There was no sign of her. She had disappeared into thin air.


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Award-winning author JOANNA SHUPE has always loved history, ever since
she saw her first Schoolhouse Rock cartoon. While in college, Joanna read every
romance she could get her hands on and soon started crafting her own racy
historical novels. She now lives in New Jersey with her two spirited daughters
and dashing husband.


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BOOK BLAST ~ Mistletoe Cottage by Debbie Mason ~ #giveaway

‘Tis the season for love . . .


Harmony Harbor #1
Debbie Mason
Releasing Oct 25th, 2016
‘Tis the
season for love . . .
Sophie DiRossi loved growing up in
Harmony Harbor. But after fleeing in disgrace many years ago, it is the last place
she wants to be. Left homeless by a fire, she’s forced to go back to the small
coastal town that harbors a million secrets, including her own. Sophie sees
this secret reflected every day in her daughter’s blue eyes-and she must keep
it hidden from the only man she has ever loved.
Sophie’s return is a shock for
everyone . . . especially Liam Gallagher. The firefighter had some serious
feelings for Sophie-and seeing her again sparks a desire so fierce it takes his
breath away. Now Liam will do whatever it takes to show Sophie that they
deserve a second chance at love, even if everything they’ve concealed threatens
to keep them apart. In this special town at this special time of the year,
Sophie and Liam can only hope for a little holiday magic . . .


It took a few minutes for them to make their way past the boxes and merchandise piled on the floor to the Christmas decorations.

“Big or small, twinkle or static?” Liam asked, holding up two boxes in each hand.

Sophie pushed the aviators on top of her head and leaned in. “Small and twinkle?”

He smiled, then his eyes narrowed at something on the shelf. “Isn’t this the elf Mia was playing with at the cottage?”

Sophie nodded. “She used to have one just like her. Do you think John would mind putting it on hold for . . .” She sighed when Liam added it to his growing pile. “You’re going to spoil her, aren’t you?”

“Me? Never.”

“Right. . . Hey, look at this. Mia would love it, and we wouldn’t have to put up a bunch of lights.”  She held up a package that contained an eight-foot blowup Olaf.

Liam frowned. “He’s kind of an odd looking snowman, don’t you think?”

“It’s Olaf.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“From Frozen. Remember, let it go?”

He laughed. “How could I forget?” Then his laughter faded, and a pained expression crossed his face as though he was thinking about their day at Mistletoe Cottage.

It had been an amazing day. Until it wasn’t. And then it hit Sophie that maybe “letting it go” was exactly what she had to do for all of them to move forward. She leaned into Liam and whispered, “I forgive you.”

A slow smile curved his lips. It wasn’t his you’re cute but annoying smile or his charmingly wicked smile. It was warm and wonderful and made her remember how much she’d once loved him. “I forgive you too,” he said.



Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of
the Christmas, Colorado series and Harmony Harbor series. Her books have been
praised for their “likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy
plots” (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie
Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best
paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn’t writing
or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their
three wonderful children, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named


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BOOK BLAST ~ Hooked on Love by Jennie Marts ~ #giveaway


Cotton Creek #2
Jennie Marts
Releasing Oct 17th, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
Chicago City Girl Tackles Colorado Mountains with Sexy,
Reclusive Guide.
Avery Oliver can see the byline now. What better way to
jumpstart her journalism career than to head out into the woods with a sexy
guide? It’s all very Bear Grylls, but she’ll take it, even if it means ditching
her beloved designer suits and handbags. 
All Sullivan Reed needs in life is a fly rod and the roar
of a river. Playing guide to a hot little reporter can’t end well…until they
strike a deal that’s mutually beneficial. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend
to deflect an overly flirtatious neighbor, and he’ll help her with the article.
It’s a win-win. 
Until it isn’t. By the time a storm strands them in his
cabin, Sully’s done pretending. He wants Avery—badly—but she’s a big-city girl
looking for adventure, not his simple life. So why does releasing her feel like
he’s lost the perfect catch?


The distraction of her gorgeous legs almost did him in. Literally.

Sullivan Reed hit the brakes just in time to avoid a collision in front of the general store.

The curvy blonde in the red jacket didn’t even notice, her focus intent, trying to wrench her purse from the passenger seat of her car—a little foreign number with rental tags.

She was wearing some kind of short pants, not quite shorts but not really a skirt. Must be the new fashion—not that he paid attention to fashion. According to his ex, he never noticed anything.

But he noticed this woman—noticed her long legs, her too-high heels, and what the hell was up with that purse? It was practically the size of Wyoming. What could she possibly be carrying in there? He could pack for a three day trip in a grocery sack.

Not that he cared. He didn’t have time to be thinking about how high her heels were or the enormity of her handbag when he had other things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry. So to speak.

He needed to get in, grab his supplies, and get back to the shop. He’d stayed up late last night tying some new flies and wanted to get the new stock put up this afternoon so he could be out on the creek by dusk.

Early summer in the Colorado mountains was like paradise to a fly-fisherman. Plus he needed the time spent fishing tonight to mentally prepare himself for the visitor who was supposed to arrive tomorrow.

Besides, with that long blond hair and tall curvy figure, the woman in the red jacket was totally out of his league.

Not that he had a league, or even wanted to be in a league. He wasn’t even particularly interested in the game right now. He just wanted to be left alone.

Present company excluded. He reached across the seat and patted the neck of his golden retriever, Sadie.

Sadie was the only female in his life now, the only female he trusted, and that was fine with him. She hadn’t left him, didn’t yell at him to make more money, never nagged him to pick up his wet towels off the bathroom floor, and she hardly ever snored. All attributes that he valued.

The dog whined, sitting upright in the seat of his old truck, her gaze intent on the blond woman.

She stood on the sidewalk, oblivious to him and the fact he’d almost run her down, her large round sunglasses perched low on her nose as she looked over them to read the parking meter.

Sully watched her dig into her cavernous bag for change. He was no lip reader, but he was fairly certain she dropped a pretty clear F-bomb before pulling her hands out and throwing them up in disgust, apparently giving up on the effort.

He stepped out of his truck, his gaze captivated by the way her hips swayed and the swish of the breezy fabric of her shorts against her legs as she hurried into Miller’s Mercantile. He slammed the door and stepped up to the curb, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts and jingling his loose change.

After dropping a quarter into his own meter, he paused in front of hers.

It would serve her right to get a ticket. “Just because this town is small doesn’t mean you can just ignore the law,” he grumbled, half to himself, half to the dog who watched him intently, and then he dropped a quarter into her meter.

Pausing, he thought about the size of her purse—she was probably pretty high maintenance and would be in there for a while.

He dropped in a second quarter.


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Best-selling author Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves
stories filled with love, friendship, and intrigue. She writes for Entangled
Publishing, and reviewers call her books “laugh out loud funny” and full of
great characters that are “endearing and relatable.”
She is living
her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her husband, two
sons, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies. She’s
addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too many
books, shoes, or friends.
Her books
include the contemporary western romance Hearts of Montana series, the romantic
comedy/ cozy mysteries of The Page Turners series, the hunky hockey-playing men
in the Bannister Brothers Books, and the small-town romantic comedies in the
Lovestruck series of Cotton Creek Romances.


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BOOK BLAST ~ Of Flame and Light by Cecy Robson ~ #giveaway

The fire she once mastered so easily has become her greatest adversary 
and is now slowly burning her alive . . .


Weird Girls #7
Cecy Robson
Releasing Oct 18th, 2016


Taran Wird holds the unique ability
to conjure fire and lightening. She is mated to Gemini, Second in Command to
the Squaw Valley Pack of the Lake Tahoe Region, and the sole werewolf to
possess the ability to split into two wolves. And although they are mates, Taran’s
insecurities have driven them apart. 
Devastated by an injury that left
her with a zombie-like limb, Taran struggles to regain command over her magic.
But when her arm and her power turn against her, lashing out on those she most
loves, she knows she can no longer carry this burden alone. Not that she likes
the alternative.
The only way to regain control of
her magic is to align and learn from the local coven of witches―the very ones
who sought to banish her when she and her three unique sisters first moved to
the mystical region. But although Taran is trying, the teachings don’t come
easy, and the tasks leave her weak and emotionally shattered.
Yet Taran must learn and learn fast.
Time is running out. The fire she once mastered so easily has become her
greatest adversary and is now slowly burning her alive . . .


I hurry forward when I realize I’m just standing there, gaping at them.

I don’t think I take more than a few steps when something crunches beneath the sole of my left boot. I think it’s a stick, but the sound seems off, especially since the ground is so moist. I lift my foot only to jump away.

“T, you coming?” Shayna calls when I don’t move.

“T?” she asks again.

I swallow hard, hoping I’m imagining things as they run back to me.

“What’s wrong?” Emme asks. Unlike Shayna who’s fired up for all the action about to go down, I can sense the worry in her voice.

“Bren . . .” I begin, pointing to the spot near my feet. “Is that a, um, toe?”

He cocks his head. “Nah.”

Emme places her hand over her heart and sighs. “Oh, good—”

“It’s a thumb,” he answers. He sniffs the air. “Right hand, male, and the poor bastard’s been dead a long time.” He looks ahead. “Yeah, this shit’s not good. Call it in, Shayna, but type it. Don’t use voice-to text.”

“Why, dude?” Shayna asks, reaching for her phone in her back pocket.

“Because I’m not sure how well this bitch can hear, or if she has other things listening for her,” he responds.

He motions ahead to a crow. It squawks twice in our direction and flutters away.

Shayna lifts her phone to show us the blank screen. “Phone’s dead, kids.” She quickly pockets it and places a handful of toothpicks in her palm. “I wouldn’t bother, Emme,” she adds when Emme reaches for her phone. I doubt any of our phones are working.”

“She’s right,” Bren says. He shoves his phone into the backpack Emme is carrying and peels off his white T-shirt.

“This keeps getting better and better,” I mutter.

Bren strips out of his jeans, leaving only his underwear and shit-kickers on. “Em, stay behind me,” he tells her. “Shayna, you’ve got the rear.”

Which leaves me in front of Shayna and the most protected. I’ll be honest, this helpless damsel in distress role does nothing for my morale.

I march ahead, forcing myself to snap out of the shock of finding some guy’s thumb, push aside my fear, and tap into my inner diva. I remember a little too late that my inner diva is louder and usually sashays in platform stilettos. I slow my steps, careful not to disturb the creepy things hiding in the bushes.

Let me be the first to tell you, woods are bullshit and top of the scales of the scary meter, second only to graveyards. It’s the reason so many horror movies are based here, and why I’m watching out for psychos with machetes lurking behind trees. But given our past experiences, where danger lurks, so do the dark ones. I’ve had my fill of alleyways, construction sites, abandoned structures, but especially these damn eerie woods!

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Cecy Robson is an award-winning
author of magical realms, to-die-for Alpha heroes, and young adult
adventure. A double RITA® 2016 finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and published
author of more than fifteen titles, you can 
typically find her on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search
of caffeine. 


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RELEASE BLAST ~ Between Love and Loyalty by Shannyn Schroeder ~ #giveaway

When at war, aim for the heart…


Shannyn Schroeder
Releasing Oct 18th, 2016
When at
war, aim for the heart…
Connor Duffy is desperate. His
tell-all book on corrupt Chicago alderman Brady Cavanagh isn’t telling enough
to get publisher interest, and in order to get the hot dirt, he must find a way
to get closer to the man who let Connor go to prison to cover for his own son’s
misdeeds. So when fate puts Cavanagh’s lively, artsy daughter across Connor’s
path, he decides to take advantage of the first bit of good luck he’s had in a
long while.
… but don’t forget to keep your own
under guard.

Fiona Cavanagh needs a break.
Between assisting with her father’s political campaign, trying to please her
unpleasable mother, and dealing with an ex who won’t go away, she has no time
for a life of her own. One night she meets sexy and mysterious Connor and
everything looks like it’s about to finally turn around… until she discovers
that the one man she thought she could love was using her to get to her father.
As dark family secrets unravel around her, Fiona finds herself caught between
love… and loyalty.


Fiona fidgeted at the banquet table. Her cheeks hurt from holding the same smile for hours. Her father stood to finally take the podium and her smile dropped. Watching him take command of a room always inspired her. She tended to get a little choked up when he went into full-on patriotic mode.

The thing was, he believed everything he said. Despite the phoniness of the politics and the glad-handing, he made her believe. Over the years, he’d made a difference in the city and she wanted to think that even if he weren’t her father, she’d still vote for him.

He started every speech in much the same way: Chicago is a great city, rivaled by no other. She leaned forward and held her chin on her fist to listen to her dad. God, she loved to hear him speak. Emotion swelled and she began to think about what kind of jewelry she would make for this election. Ever since childhood, she made something special for the election, a bit of a good luck charm for her father to have while campaigning.

She remembered his first election. The flurry of activity around their family was overwhelming, but the first time she heard her dad speak, she’d recognized it as something special. Her chest filled with so much emotion, she had no way to explain it. Instinctively, she knew he belonged doing this. Most kids never understood that about their parents. They didn’t get to see them at work, doing something they were passionate about.

Brady Cavanagh was as passionate about the city of Chicago as he was about his family. When Fiona made him a flower out of tissue paper for election night, she figured he’d keep it safely tucked in his pocket for good luck, but when he took the stage, her flower stuck in his lapel, having replaced the rose her mother had put there.

Not only had Fiona felt special that night, but she also felt part of something bigger. For all of his faults, her father cared about many things. That caring reverberated every time he spoke to a crowd.



is the author of the O’Leary series, contemporary
romances centered  around a large
Irish-American family in Chicago and the Hot & Nerdy series about 3 nerdy
friends finding love. Her new series (For Your Love) will release this summer
with the first title Under Your Skin. When she’s not wrangling her three kids
or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.


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