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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BOOK BLAST ~ Sweetly, Deeply, Absolutely by Kira Archer ~ #giveaway

Their fun and games just got extremely complicated.


Sweet Love #3
Kira Archer
Releasing Oct 17th, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
Mr. Right…for Now.
With a
month off from culinary school, Jenny Boyd has some serious party plans.
Especially when the hottest guy in the club literally lands in her lap.
He’s 6’2” of cocky, sexy, man-candy, and just as commitment-phobic as she
definitely off limits…
designer Jared Crew is shocked when his best friend’s sister-in-law
doesn’t remember him right away. Luckily, she is more than willing to let him
jog her memory, no complications required.
It’s all
fun and games…until the condom breaks.


“So let me draw you, then.”

“What, like pose for you?”


She hesitated. “Like those?” She pointed at the portraits he had hanging on the wall.

He shrugged. “Any way you’d like to pose.”

Hmm. Lying naked on a couch like in Titanic?”

He laughed and pulled her in close. “If you were naked on a couch I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands on my pencils.”

“Ah, but touching the model wouldn’t be professional, would it?” She ran her hands up his chest and he put his hands over hers, hoping she’d leave them there. He’d missed her touch. Had begun to crave it like an addict going through a withdrawal.

For a moment he thought she might draw him closer. But the moment passed. She dropped her hands and stepped away and he closed his eyes against the near physical pain of it.

“Well, I’m nothing if not professional,” he said quietly.

She didn’t look at him for a moment, but when she did her smile was back in place. “How do you want to draw me?” She raised her gaze to him and held it, her sea green eyes boring into his until he felt like he was drowning in them.

He grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil and held out his hand. “Come with me.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but took his hand. He led her out of the studio and down the hall to his bathroom where a big, old fashioned claw tub stood.

“You want to draw me taking a bath?”

He chuckled. “I’d actually love to watch you taking a bath, but I’m not sure how long I could remain on the outside of the tub.”

Her cheeks flushed and it was all he could do not to crush her against him and kiss her until she was moaning in his arms. He took a deep breath to get a little control and led her over to the tub and handed her a big, fluffy towel.

“I want to draw you sitting on the edge, your back to me, bare,” he said, his hand tracing the outline of her body down to where her waist met the swell of her hips, “down to here. With the towel draped over the rest of you.”

She watched him watching her, and then she held out her hand for the towel. He’d meant to turn around, give her privacy to undress. He wasn’t sure why. They’d seen each other naked. Several times. The image of her beautiful body would be ingrained in his mind until the day he died and hopefully long afterwards.

But she didn’t give him the option. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs until she could step out of them. She stared right at him as she reached behind her to unhook her bra and let it slide off her arms. Her panties followed.

She stood before him, bare, breathtakingly beautiful. Neither one of them moved. His heart jack-hammered in his chest, while his body warred with itself. The desire to touch her, draw her into his arms and hold her there forever, made him ache. But the privilege of standing before such perfection was a moment he’d cherish the rest of his life. He wouldn’t ruin it by making an advance that might drive her away. For now, it was enough. More than enough, to just look and worship the unique beauty before him.

A faint smile touched her lips and she turned to sit on the edge of the tub, arranging the towel beneath her. She leaned forward and turned the faucet on. Within moments, steaming water began to fill the tub.

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Seems a shame to waste the chance to soak in such a beautiful tub. Since I’m right here.”

Jared smiled and began to draw.

She raised her arms to gather her hair in a bun. A few tendrils escaped to tumble down her back. Absolutely perfect. He sketched quickly, his fingers drawing the lines he longed to touch in person, following the contours of her body.

He finished one sketch and pulled out more paper. She shut off the water and stood, swirling the water about with one foot. He drew her from that angle as well. Long, strong lines. Muscles defined beneath the soft curves of her body. He drew until he couldn’t take it anymore.

And then he put the paper aside and went to her.

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resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two
kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate
moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren’t
looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else.
She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her
imagination run away with her. She loves her romances a little playful, a lot
sexy, and always with a happily ever after.


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RELEASE BLAST ~ The Right Kind of Guy by Kerri-Leigh Grady ~ #giveaway

Love is a Gamble…


A What Happens in Vegas Romance
Kerri-Leigh Grady
Releasing Oct 17th, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck
novelist Kelsey Spencer doesn’t believe in love, and she’s tired of faking her
way through happily ever afters. Determined to change things up, she heads to
the Las Vegas Romance Lovers Convention. But somewhere between half-naked cover
models and hot Navy SEALs, Kelsey’s plans derail…

Especially once she meets über-fan Jasmine Grant…and Jasmine’s über-hot
alphahole brother, Aaron.

Buttoned-up Aaron Grant never thought he’d find himself at a romance
convention, but here he is, trying to convince his impulsive sister not to
marry a beefcake cover model. His only hope is to enlist the aid of the cynical
(and sexy) romance writer his sister worships.

After a sweltering jaunt around Vegas, some strange conference hijinks, and one
outrageous proposal, Kelsey and Aaron are left questioning everything they know
about romance and love…and if falling in love might just be worth the gamble.


“You’re right,” she said, and a weight lifted off her shoulders. “You’re right. So…are you going to her wedding?”

He nodded and gave her a half-smile. “Would you like to be my date?”

She laughed. “I don’t know. I might not be here for the festivities.”

He nodded and pulled his arm away, but for a second, she thought she saw disappointment flicker over his features, and she shivered.

When the bartender delivered the fresh beer, Kelsey slid off the stool with her half-finished mojito and lifted her chin toward the casino. “Sir, would you like an escort to the ball?” She offered her elbow, and he took it.

He deepened his voice to a bass. “I’d be much obliged, miss.”

They walked through the casino and took the escalator to the ballroom level. And when she turned to look at him, she warmed to find him staring at her.

“That dress is a pleasant surprise,” he said. They made way for two drunk women, their arms intertwined, to dash past, giggling and failing miserably to hide a bottle of vodka in their skirts.

“How so?” She fingered the expensive fabric—Deena’s consignment shopping was apparently a little more highbrow in New York than what Kelsey had found in San Antonio— and wondered if it looked too expensive for a nobody author like her.

“The color is perfect, but I like how it fits.” He smiled. “You don’t look like an author tonight. You look like royalty.”

She warmed and turned her head, thrilled by his words. But they were a reminder, too. Tonight, she was playing a part, wearing a dress that looked nicer than anything she could afford, and at midnight, she’d have to pick up her pumpkin and mice and find her way back to her desk to whip out more books. And Aaron would return home to rule his father’s kingdom.

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Grady firmly believes every solid relationship is built on laughter. And sometimes vodka. She holds an MFA from Seton Hill University and a BS in
computer science, so she’s a kind of half-artsy, half-nerdy ball of nervous
twitching. She has an unnatural love of dark humor, gadgets, chickpeas, BJJ,
terrible acrylic landscape painting, half-assed jewelry design, Perl
programming (get off her lawn, haters), Red Sonja (done Gail
Simone-style), and planners. This week, she lives in Hawaii. Go ahead–cry tears
of pity for her. She’ll wait.


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BOOK BLAST ~ To Love and to Cherish by Lauren Layne ~ #giveaway

After 8 years of waiting…he’s got 1 month to make her his.


The Wedding Belles #3
Lauren Layne
Releasing Oct 18th, 2016
Pocket Books


Sex and the City meets The
Wedding Planner
 in The Wedding Belles, a contemporary and witty
romance series about three high-powered New York City women who can plan any
wedding—but their own.
Morgan has spent the past six years devoted to turning her tiny start-up into
Manhattan’s premiere wedding planning company, The Wedding Belles. Now that her
business is thriving, it’s time to turn towards her much neglected personal
life, and Alexis approaches her relationships like she does everything else:
with a plan. Not a part of that plan is Logan Harris, the
silent partner in the Belles, and the one person who’s been there for her since
the very beginning. But Alexis needs someone fun, and Logan’s all business, all
the time—except when a late night at the office ends with an unexpected kiss
that leaves the usually cool and together Alexis reeling.

has lusted after Alexis since the day he walked into the tiny Harlem apartment
that used to double as her office. But the ambitious wedding planner has always
been untouchable…until now. Alexis has made it clear that she’s on the dating
market—and equally clear that he’s not in the running. But when Alexis finds
herself in need of a date for her sister’s last minute wedding in Florida,
Logan knows it’s the perfect time to show Alexis that there’s more to him than
numbers and spreadsheets—and beneath the pinstripes and glasses lies a hot-blooded
heartthrob. As Florida’s sultry days turn into even hotter nights, Logan’s out
to convince Alexis that the fling of a lifetime could just maybe turn into



The sexy British accented startled Alexis out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, both alarmed and intrigued to find that the face that awaited her was every bit as appealing as the voice.

The man was about her age—early, maybe midtwenties—and ridiculously cute. His hair was dark and maybe just a touch too long, as though he intended to get a haircut but kept forgetting. The eyes were brown and friendly, accented by trendy black-framed glasses.

The chunky cable-knit sweater with elbow patches—for real—bordered on dorky, but then, Alexis had always had a soft spot for dorky. He had a bit of the Clark Kent thing going on, which had always been far more her type than the overrated Superman.

“Hi,” she replied quickly, realizing that she’d been staring.

His smile grew wider as he extended a hand. “Logan Harris.”

Darn. Even the name was good.

“Alexis,” she said.

“Does that come with a last name?” he teased, lowering himself to the vacant barstool beside her.

“Not to strange men,” she retorted.

“I could buy you a drink. Get rid of the ‘strange’ part.”

Alexis’s smile slipped as she remembered that romance, even flirting, wasn’t part of her plan. She’d learned the hard way that she could have one or the other—her own business or a boyfriend—not both. And even if she wanted the latter, the latter didn’t want her back.

“No thanks; I’m fine,” she said, letting the slightest amount of chill enter her voice. The ice-princess treatment, Roxanne called it.

Logan shrugged, undeterred. “All right then. May I borrow your menu?”

She nodded, and he picked it up, perusing it for several moments and paying her no attention.

It was both a relief and also a bit of an insult, if she was being entirely honest, to be given up on so easily.

Alexis tried to turn her attention back to her laptop but watched out of the corner of her eye as he finally shut the menu, waiting patiently to catch the bartender’s eye.

“Hi there,” he said, when the bartender ambled back over. “I’d like a Stella, and a maybe bite to eat?”

Alexis didn’t miss the once-over that the bartender gave Logan before the curvy redhead leaned over the bar, displaying perky boobs as she clicked her pen and pulled a notepad out of her back pocket.

“Shoot,” the bartender said flirtatiously, looking a good deal friendlier than she had when she’d spoken to Alexis.

Not that Alexis blamed her. A cute Brit could do that to a girl.

“All right then,” Logan said. “I’d like the burger, medium, with Swiss. Fish and chips, extra tartar, and . . . how’s your chicken club?”

The bartender blinked. “It’s good. But you want all that?”

“I do. Thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, scribbling Logan’s order on the pad.

“Hungry?” Alexis couldn’t resist asking after the bartender moved away.

Logan gave a sheepish smile. “I’m a recovering student. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my day that I forget to eat.”

“A recovering student. What does that mean?”

He turned slightly toward her. “Someone’s showing plenty of interest in a strange man.”

She bit her lip. “I’m sorry if I was rude before. I’m just not really in the market for . . . you know.”

He gave her an easy smile. “Everyone’s in the market for a friend, Alexis.”

She opened her mouth and then shut it as she realized he was right. She could use a friend. She’d spent her entire life in Boston and knew almost nobody in New York. This guy seemed nice and nonthreatening enough—what would be the harm in a little conversation over dinner? It had been too long since she’d had somebody to share a meal with.

Logan seemed to know the moment she capitulated, because he turned more fully toward her. “A recovering student, Alexis, is a recent graduate. One who hasn’t quite absorbed that there will be no more finals, no more requisite all-nighters, and no more dorm sex.”

Alexis laughed. “Undergrad, then?”

He gave her a wry look. “How young do I look, darling? MBA from Columbia. Just finished up end of last year.”

She felt a little stab of relief that he wasn’t twenty-two.

He leaned toward her slightly. “Twenty-five next month, just in case you were wondering. As a friend.”

She tried to hide her smile and failed. “Columbia, huh? You’re a long way from home.”

“Noticed that, did ya?” He winked. “I came out here for undergrad, also Columbia. Always figured I’d go back to London and maybe someday I will, but . . .” He shrugged. “Seems I have stuff to do here first.”

“Such as?” She took a sip of her wine, dismayed to see that it was half-empty.

“Well, this will probably shock you, given my vast amount of brawn, but I’m an accountant. Or at least I will be, once I get my business up and running.”

Alexis was impressed. “Your own business?”

Most twentysomethings, even those with an entrepreneurial bent, opted to get a few years of work under their belts for someone else before branching out on their own.

He nodded. “I’m working out of my flat for now, but I’m hoping to lease some office space soon, get some legitimacy. If nothing else to get my father off my back.”

“He’s not a fan of your plan?” Alexis asked.

Logan’s shoulder lifted, and for the first time he seemed a little sad. “Both parents have had it in their head that I’d come home. Run the family business in London.”

“Which is . . . ?”

He spun his beer glass idly. “Financial consulting firm. My father’s the CEO, Mum’s the COO.”

“Wow, that’s . . .”

“Scary?” Logan supplied.

“I was going to say impressive. That they work together—without killing each other, I mean.”

“They’re in love. It’s atrocious,” he said with a wink. “What about your folks?”

Alexis laughed. “Not in love. They divorced when I was in high school. Dad’s remarried and happy now, I think. Mom not so much.”

“And you?” he said. “Are you happy, Alexis?”

She pursed her lips, surprised and yet not entirely unsettled by the personal question. “It’s been a while since anyone asked me that. Since I even thought about it, really.”

“Think it out. I’ll wait,” he said with a wink.

She didn’t have to think that long. “I’m almost happy.”

“You sound quite confident on that.”

She shrugged. “Let’s just say that I need a few things to fall into place in my professional life, but once that happens . . . yeah. I’ll be happy.”

She’d make sure of it.

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Lauren Layne is the USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart–cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.

In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.

In her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

For a list of all her works, please be sure to check out her official website!



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Posted by on October 17, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights


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BOOK BLITZ ~Charge by E.L. Todd ~ #giveaway

White-hot, blinding, and dangerous.

That’s exactly what Volt is.

He’s electric.


Electric Series #1
E.L. Todd
Releasing Oct 11th, 2016
blinding, and dangerous.
exactly what Volt is.
first time I met him, my body reacted. It coiled, sizzled, and sparked. I knew
I wanted him because he was the first man to make me feel dead and alive at the
exact same time.
within a short conversation, I knew he was unattainable.
we’re just friends.
will we stay friends?


Somehow, without even realizing it, Taylor became my friend.

When I first met her, I thought she was some awkward woman, and then I got to know her better and I wanted to have a one-night stand. But then she told me off and demanded the respect I didn’t give her.

And boom! We were friends.

I’d never had a friend that was a girl. There was always sex involved, and if sex couldn’t be had, there were some decent hand jobs. Natalie and I were friends, in a way. But I viewed her as Derek’s sister most of the time.

After I got off work, I was walking to my apartment when Taylor texted me.

The Muffin Girl.

She usually sent me these cryptic text messages, and it was my job to figure out what she was trying to say. Now?

She sent an emoji of a blueberry muffin.

That wasn’t too complicated to decipher. On the way.

She sent me a picture she took of herself. She was shoving the entire muffin into her mouth like a snake that was swallowing a mouse whole.

I chuckled and typed a reply. Damn, that’s sexy.

Then she sent me an emoji of a hand flipping me off.

I laughed then shoved my phone into my pocket. I walked to the bakery and spotted her sitting outside at one of the picnic tables. She wore a long pink dress with a purple cardigan over it, her usual classroom attire. She looked like a stereotypical schoolteacher, classy but also a little nerdy. Her long brown hair was in curls and she wore a large sun hat to keep the sun out of her eyes. She looked like she belonged at the beach—minus the cardigan. “When you start a dating profile, you should make that picture as your profile picture.”

“So no one will be interested in me?”

“No one is going to be interested in you anyway.”

She gave me a playful kick under the table.

“What’s this?” I spotted the coffee and muffin on my side of the table.

“I figured you didn’t want to wait in line.”

“But how did you know I would come?”

She shrugged. “You don’t have any friends besides me so what else would you be doing?”

She made me smile bigger when I didn’t think it was possible. “Touché.”

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USA Today
Bestselling Author, E. L. Todd is one of the most prolific authors of her
genre, having published over a hundred novels. With over one million copies
sold, she writes romance stories ranging from contemporary romance, new adult
romance, and fantasy romance. She’s best known for her Forever and Always
Series as well as her Timeless Series.

She loves coffee, ice cream, and anything with sugar.

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