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What to Read Wednesday with Chrys Fey author of Seismic Crimes

Thank you so much for taking the time to join me on another round of What to Read Wednesday! I’m excited to have Chrys Fey visiting today🙂 Chrys is sharing her latest book SEISMIC CRIMES with us and I know that I definitely want to read this. Not only do I love the cover, but I love the premise of this romance. After you read the blurb and excerpt I think you will run on over to your favorite book buying site and grab a copy too!

So, let’s get started …

Intense Situations Create Love – SEISMIC CRIMES by Chrys Fey

 

Beth and Donovan’s love story is not typical. In Hurricane Crimes, they meet after Donovan crashes his car into a tree…in hurricane-force winds. Beth ventures out into the storm to rescue him from the totaled car. When she sees him for the first time, it’s through a rainy car window.

After she brings him into her house, she catches a news bulletin about a man suspected of murder. The face of the man staring back at her from the TV belongs to Donovan. During the course of the story, Donovan teeters back and forth between guilty and innocent. Beth throws a flashlight at him, tries to back his head in with a candlestick holder, and crush his manly area with her knee.

But being trapped with a stranger during a category 5 hurricane, and relying on that person to stay alive, builds a connection. This connection starts when they both show compassion toward each other, share their stories, laugh, and bond over a game of poker. Then they face many dangers together, including the prospect of death. Those intense moments create love. Maybe not the sort of love some have if they’ve known someone for years and know all about them, but a strong chemical reaction, which is what love boils down to. That chemical reaction cannot be controlled or stopped or manipulated. When it happens, it happens. As it did with Beth and Donovan.

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EXCERPT:

He told me first, and people fall in love at first sight all the time, so what’s the big deal?

 

The big deal is you don’t even know him.

 

I knew him well enough to have sex with him.

 

Ha!

 

Beth’s mind was in a war with itself.

She thought about Donovan and his gentle touch when he cleaned her wounds. His sexy smile, the way he made love to her as if he had known her for years, and his violet eyes. Donovan was an amazing man; there was no doubt about that. And she couldn’t ignore her feelings either. When she realized she would do anything for him, even kill to protect him, she knew she was in love. Yes, in love with a man she barely knew, but in love nonetheless.

 

The clock hanging on the wall was wrong but the minute hand continued to move. Each tick frayed Beth’s nerves. Donovan had been in the interrogation room for thirty minutes. What is happening? What are they putting him through?

 

Her hair hung in damp ropes to her shoulders and her clothes were wet, offering a bit of coolness to her heated skin. She stretched out on the chairs, letting exhaustion take over her body, and drifted off to sleep.

 

 

BLURB:

 

An Internal Affairs Investigator was murdered and his brother, Donovan Goldwyn, was framed. Now Donovan is desperate to prove his innocence. And the one person who can do that is the woman who saved him from a deadly hurricane—Beth Kennedy. From the moment their fates intertwined, passion consumed him. He wants her in his arms. More, he wants her by his side in his darkest moments.

 

Beth Kennedy may not know everything about Donovan, but she can’t deny what she feels for him. It’s her love for him that pushes her to do whatever she has to do to help him get justice, including putting herself in a criminal’s crosshairs.

 

When a tip reveals the killer’s location, they travel to California, but then an earthquake of catastrophic proportions separates them. As aftershocks roll the land, Beth and Donovan have to endure dangerous conditions while trying to find their way back to one another. Will they reunite and find the killer, or will they lose everything?

 

Digital:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B01CRJSPIU

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seismic-crimes-chrys-fey/1123508790?ean=2940158028380

KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/seismic-crimes

The Wild Rose Press:

http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/3804-seismic-crimes.html

 

Print:

Amazon: http://amzn.com/1509207252

The Wild Rose Press:

http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/paperback-books/3838-seismic-crimes-paperback.html

 

BIO:

Chrys Fey

Chrys Fey is the author of Hurricane Crimes, Book One in the Disaster Crimes series, as well as these releases from The Wild Rose Press: 30 Seconds, Ghost of Death, and Witch of Death. She is an administrator for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and creates their monthly newsletter.

Fey lives in Florida and is always on the lookout for hurricanes. She has four adopted cats who keep her entertained with their antics, and three nephews who keep her entertained with their antics. You can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and through her blog, Write with Fey. She loves to get to know her readers!

 

AUTHOR LINKS:

Website www.ChrysFey.com

Blog www.writewithfey.blogspot.com

Facebook www.facebook.com/chrysfey

Twitter https://twitter.com/ChrysFey

 

 
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Posted by on August 10, 2016 in What to Read Wednesday

 

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INTERVIEW with Susan Schild author of Sweet Carolina Morning

Welcome to the blog! Today we have Susan Schild visiting🙂 Susan has agreed to let me interview her and I’m so glad she did. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her as much as I did!

I’m in love with her gorgeous cover and can’t wait to add SWEET CAROLINA MORNING to my Nook. I hope you grab your copy too!

Let’s get started …

Tell us about yourself in tweet form. That’s right you get 140 characters.

 

Wife, stepmother, dog lover. Writer of sweet, Southern stories. True believer in fresh starts and happy endings. #SweetCarolinaMorning

Love that tweet! What’s the last thing you cooked?

 

I cooked a blueberry and lemon French Toast breakfast casserole that you make with King’s Hawaiian bread. It is just delicious and it’s easy. Here is the recipe:

 

http://www.kingshawaiian.com/recipes/baked-blueberry-lemon-french-toast/

 

 OMG, that sounds amazingly delicious and naughty. Thank you for the recipe. What color is your front door?

 

Green, and it comes with the optional lovely black dog. Doesn’t really come with the dog. You’ll have to hurry right down to your local animal shelter or rescue group and adopt your own furry friend.

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This is our amazing Lab Shepherd mix, Tucker. He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he?

 

 

 

 

 

He’s very handsome. Nothing better than a furry friend or two or three or more in your life🙂 Do you have a writing ritual, as in do you write at a certain time each day, wear a lucky pair of socks, drink a certain drink?

Am trying to switch to decaffeinated iced tea. I use Luzianne and add a peppermint tea bag. Pretty tasty, just miss the buzzy energy of the caffeine.

Re lucky clothes – It’s all about comfort when I’m writing. I wear comfy gym shorts with elastic waistband, sleeveless shirt and tennis shoes. shoesThese shoes are loud, aren’t they? But they fit and are like walking on fluffy clouds or, as Neal, Jack’s brainy twelve year old son would say, like walking on CUMULUS clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love color and think the shoes are cute🙂 I also love choosing character names. Tell us how you chose the names in Sweet Carolina Morning.

 

Character names are great. I keep a running list of names that I like, research sites for Southern names, and try to steer clear of stereotypical names. In Sweet Carolina Morning, I struggled with but ultimately enjoyed coming up with names for:

  • Kate’s Obstetrician – Dr. Grace
  • the name of the cruise director on Mama’s ship – Sparkle
  • the name of the glamourous but down to earth owner of the bridal salon – Aria
  • and the offbeat minister Linny considers using to officiate her wedding – Raven Moon

I love your book cover. What was your reaction when you saw it for the first time?

I was thrilled. It’s romantic, she’s graceful, and she’s moving towards her future. Sweet Carolina Morning is a wholesome contemporary story about small town Southern life, and I liked how the graphic design team at Kensington pulled in all those elements for the cover.

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How do you feel about writing sex scenes? Squeamish. My books are clean reads, so I can get away with not having to get good at writing scenes I am uncomfortable writing. Whew!

Can you tell us what you’re working on now? I’m polishing up the third and final book in the Willow Hill series, called Sweet Southern Hearts. This book will be released on January 10th, 2017 and is available for pre-order now. Here’s the blurb from the cover:

 

Susan Schild welcomes you back to the offbeat Southern town of Willow Hill, North Carolina, for a humorous, heartwarming story of new beginnings, do-overs, and self-discovery…

When it comes to marriage, third time’s the charm for Linny Taylor. She’s thrilled to be on her honeymoon with Jack Avery, Willow Hill’s handsome veterinarian. But just like the hair-raising white water rafting trip Jack persuades her to take, newlywed life has plenty of dips and bumps.

Jack’s twelve-year-old son is resisting all Linny’s efforts to be the perfect stepmother, while her own mother, Dottie, begs her to tag along on the first week of a free-wheeling RV adventure. Who knew women “of a certain age” could drum up so much trouble? No sooner is Linny sighing with relief at being back home than she’s helping her frazzled sister with a new baby…and dealing with an unexpected legacy from her late ex. Life is fuller—and richer—than she ever imagined, but if there’s one thing Linny’s learned by now, it’s that there’s always room for another sweet surprise…

Is there any particular author or book that has influenced you or your writing?

Mary Kay Andrews – whose characters are bright, witty, kind and a tad eccentric – has influenced my writing more than any other writer. Her women characters all have careers or businesses, too, which I like.

 

RANDOM FUN: FINISH THIS SENTENCE
The last restaurant I ate out at was _ Anthony’s Italian Pizza and Pasta. Very tasty.
I just finished reading __Last Ride to Graceland by another North Carolina writer, Kim Wright. I loved the rough around the edges but tender hearted main character, and am going to read Kim Wright’s backlist.

 

Someday I hope to ______ride the Rocky Mountaineer and then take a train across Canada.
My kitchen is __________a room where I currently store promising looking recipes, coupons for discounts on takeout and mail. After Sweet Carolina Morning is launched on 8/2, my kitchen will probably be back in use again as …a place where meals are prepared.
I never leave the house without ___________ a stainless steel cold cup of ice water and my sticky pads for any book ideas that might come to me while I am out running errands.
My favorite toy as a kid was __________probably a bike. I was a big reader then, too, so books were a favorite distraction.

 

Thank you so much for coming on the blog Susan. I can’t wait to read this book and wish you much success with all your writing🙂

 

 

 

Life down South just got a whole lot sweeter…

 

SWEET CAROLINA MORNING
Willow Hill #2
Susan Schild
Releasing Aug 2nd, 2016
Lyrical Press

Life down South just got a whole lot sweeter in Susan Schild’s new novel about a woman whose happily-ever-after is about to begin…whether she’s ready for it or not. 

Finally, just shy of forty years old, Linny Taylor is living the life of her dreams in her charming hometown of Willow Hill, North Carolina. The past few years have been anything but a fairy tale: Left broke by her con man late-husband, Linny has struggled to rebuild her life from scratch. Then she met Jack Avery, the town’s much-adored veterinarian. And she’s marrying him.

Everything should be coming up roses for Linny. So why does she have such a serious case of pre-wedding jitters? It could be because Jack’s prosperous family doesn’t approve of her rough-and-tumble background. Or that his ex-wife is suddenly back on the scene. Or that Linny has yet to win over his son’s heart. All these obstacles—not to mention what she should wear when she walks down the aisle—are taking the joy out of planning her wedding. Linny better find a way to trust love again, or she might risk losing the one man she wants to be with—forever…

EXCERPT

from Chapter 1: Trouble in the Stepmother Hood

Though it was February, the galley kitchen at her future husband’s old farmhouse was steamy and hot, but Linny hardly noticed. Peering at the pages on the counter, she pushed back up her nose the reading glasses she’d had to borrow from Jack and double-checked to make sure she’d not left out any key ingredients. Why had she printed the recipe in ten-point font?

Tonight’s menu came from a website she’d found called Recipes for Picky Eaters, and she hoped it was a winner. She shook her head, chagrined at Jack’s reaction to the first possible menu she’d suggested. He’d kept that pleasant smile on his handsome face, but his eyebrows had shot up. Once they’d come back down to normal, his veto had been so diplomatic. “Darlin’, the mountain trout, braised Brussels sprouts, and beet salad sounds tasty, and I hope you cook them for me real soon, but eleven-year-old boys’ tastes tend to be more… well, mainstream.”

Blowing back a stray lock of hair, she turned on the oven light and peeked inside. The neat rows of crusted chicken breasts were browning nicely in their casserole dish home. The side dishes—creamy-looking mac and cheese and green bean casserole topped with onion rings—were both bubbling gently. She breathed in cooking smells and was transported back to Sunday suppers at the farm when Nana and Paw-Paw were still alive. Sighing, she felt a wash of safety, contentment, belonging. Those were just the feelings she wanted to infuse in this new little family.

Sliding into the chair, Linny admired the old kitchen table and touched the swirls of the tiger oak. It felt warm, solid. How many other families had sat around it and shared their lives over meals? She pictured her and her two men gathered around like in a scene from the Hallmark Channel, talking and laughing about their day. Jack and Neal would lavishly compliment her on her cooking, she’d blush, wave them off, and act as though it was no big deal. “I just threw the meal together,” she’d trill.

Trouble was, it was a big deal, and not just because Linny was just learning to cook. She rubbed her chin and thought about it. This morning, Jack had sat his son down after they’d cleaned up from their pancake breakfast and told him that he and Linny were marrying in the summer. Linny had just sat beside Jack and let him do the talking but felt a stab of sadness as she saw Neal’s face fall. Forlorn. He looked forlorn. When he asked in a trembling voice, “So, you and Mom aren’t ever getting back together?” she thought her heart might break. He still held out hope for his family to be whole again, the way it used to be. Never mind that Neal’s mother, Vera, had already remarried the year before. Though Linny and Jack had been dating officially since October, she’d only just started spending a lot of time with the two of them. Jack hadn’t wanted to introduce her to his son until they knew they were serious, so Linny was only just getting to know the young man.

Linny got a nervous flip in her stomach when she thought about becoming a stepmother. She’d gone thirty-eight years without children, and in a few short months, she’d be slipping into this new role without even a course or certificate. Linny got up and made herself a mug of Chamomile tea. Calming, the label said.  She sat back down and blew on the tea to cool it and tried to quell the thrum of the squadron of butterflies that was revving up in the pit of her stomach.

Staring out the window, she thought of the other scenarios she’d been imagining, in living color and the minutest detail. If she messed up in this new job, he’d be that troubled teen with the shaved head who sold pot and lived in their basement after he dropped out of school in tenth grade. Neal would end up being the inebriated driver of a speeding car full of kids who drove them into a tree after leaving an unchaperoned party. Her heart banged as she tried to obliterate the image she’d seen in this morning’s News and Clarion -the mangled wreckage of a barely recognizable car driven by a teen going the wrong way on I-40. He’d killed himself and badly injured a whole vanload of kids on the way home late from a church youth group retreat. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her emails as the good smells wafted from the oven and felt her shoulders relax as she reread Mary Catherine’s note. Nice to have a best friend who practiced family law.

Under the subject line, Impending Stepmother Hood, her friend wrote:

You asked for advice on your new parenting gig. Remember, a lot of divorced couples and blended families don’t talk civilly and don’t act in the best interests of children. In my practice, we serve more of the send-the-kids-home-dirty and talk-trash-about-the-stepmother crowd. What not to do may be more useful than what to do.

Another disclaimer: I’m no expert on teenage boys just because I had one. Remember just a few months back, my nineteen-year-old almost got a DUI on a bike. Boys are knuckleheads between the ages of eleven and twenty-four. Your nerves will fray no matter how hard you try to be a good mother—or, harder yet, stepmother—but I will tell you what I know.

 Meet me for a quick breakfast 7:00 a.m. Wednesday at Jumpin’ Joe’s Bean House?

Blowing out a sigh of relief, Linny replied, Perfect. She let herself sink back into the chair for a moment. Thank goodness for Mary Catherine.

Glancing at the clock, she rose and fretted as she checked the timer. Last weekend’s cookout at her place had been a bust. Neal had picked at his food, claiming he “’just wasn’t hungry.”’ What American boy didn’t like grilled hamburgers and French fries made from scratch—from the actual potato? Could it be that he didn’t like her? She tried to dismiss the thought. How could he not like her when she was already so fond of him? He was whip smart, mostly well mannered, sensitive, and had an offbeat sense of humor that would catch her when she wasn’t expecting it and make her burst out laughing.

Tonight would be different, she decided, setting flatware firmly at the three places at the table. After grilling Jack extensively about his son’s food likes and dislikes, she’d scoured the internet for the perfect menu. If she was finally going to embark on this mother thing, she sure as heck was going to excel at it. She’d do the whole shebang: soccer weekends, volunteering on field trips, deep talks about life. She’d waited long enough for this little family, and now that she’d got it, dang it, she was going to do it right. The water glasses spilled over as she set them too firmly down on the table.

Jack and Neal were still at the barn with the mare that was about to foal. She picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the button. “Supper’s ready, men.”

The line crackled. “Be right up,” Jack said cheerfully. “I’m hungry as a bear.”

She’d just finished putting on a slick of lip gloss as they clattered into the room, bringing with them a wash of fresh February air. Her heart still skipped a beat when Jack gave her a boyish grin, and she longed for a kiss, but there was sweet-faced Neal, right on his heels. She felt a pang of regret. She and Jack had talked about it and agreed on the rule of no smooching or PDAs in front of the boy right on the brink of becoming a man. She felt wistful. Leaning against the stove, she smiled as she took them in, amazed at how much commotion the two could make just walking into a room, with their thudding boots, unzippering coats, biceps punching, and easy laughter. Linny raked back her hair with her fingers. Man, her too quiet life had sure changed.

 
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Start the Willow Hill Series at the beginning!
Susan Schild writes
wholesome and sunny Southern fiction. She likes stories about charming men,
missing money, adventuresome women, sweet dogs, and happily ever afters at any
age. 
Susan is a wife and a stepmother. She enjoys rummaging through thrift store for
treasures like four dollar cashmere sweaters and amateur watercolor paintings.
She likes taking walks with her Lab mix, Tucker, and his buddies. She and her
family live in North Carolina.

Susan has used her professional background as a psychotherapist and a
management consultant to add authenticity to her characters.

SWEET SOUTHERN HEARTS,
the final book in the Willow Hill series, will be released in January of 2017.
Readers can look forward to more adventures, new beaus, sinister ministers,
lovebirds over fifty, a road trip for Mama and her pals, and maybe even an “I
Do”…or two.
 
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Posted by on August 9, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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INTERVIEW with Annie Rains author of Welcoming the Bad Boy ~ #giveaway

Please help me welcome author Annie Rains to the blog today🙂 Annie has agreed to answer a few questions about herself and her writing and I’ll think you’ll enjoy getting to know her as much as I did. Afterward, check out her book Welcoming the Bad Boy. Not only do I love the cover, but the blurb lets me know this is going to be a good read.

Also, don’t forget to enter her giveaway!

Let’s get started …

How would you describe yourself using 5 words?

Thoughtful, Happy, Creative, Introvert, MOM
Great descriptive words🙂 What’s your favorite dessert?

Banana pudding! I love the old-fashioned kind that gets baked in the oven best, but any pudding with bananas and wafers gets my attention!
I just had banana pudding with wafers for the first time at a restaurant recently. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing. It was so good. If we opened your refrigerator, what’s the first thing we’d see?

Lots of fruits and vegetables! We eat pretty healthy at home, although there are a few sweet treats hidden away from the kids😉
I love naming my characters. How did you go about naming yours in Welcoming the Bad Boy?

My characters *usually* walk on the scene in my mind already named. I don’t rename them unless the names in the story are too similar or I’m just not in love with the character’s name.

What is your favorite scene to write … action, love scene, fight or something else?

I love highly emotional scenes and those can happen anywhere, in any type of scene. I really enjoy trying to write those scenes that are intended to make readers do the ugly cry.
Those are amazing scenes. Nothing better than a good cry while reading an emotional scene. The writer has definitely done their job well if they accomplish that🙂 How would your heroine describe her hero in Welcoming the Bad Boy?

Sexy and charming! Griffin looks like a bad boy with his dark hair, dark shades, tattoos and motorcycle, but he’s really Mr. Perfect in disguise.
Love it! Your cover is gorgeous, what was the first word that came to mind when you first saw it?

Perfect!
Would you like to share what you’re working on now?

Right now I’m working on a proposal package for a whole new series! It hasn’t been approved by my publisher yet so I can’t give any details except to say the guys are hot, the setting is sunny, and the sexual tension is steamy!

RANDOM FUN : Finish this sentence : 

My favorite quote is ___________ When it rains, it pours. And that can be for good things and bad!
I just finished reading ___________ Hearts in Darkness by Laura Kaye. I would highly recommend this book! Now I’m reading Jill Shavis’s new Heartbreaker Bay series.
My next vacation will be *hopefully* somewhere sunny with waves!
I never go to bed without lots of blankets and socked feet.
My kitchen is a perpetual mess.
Cookies are a sometimes treat. I’d rather have cake!

 

 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog and sharing my new release with your readers!

Thank you for coming to the blog, Annie. I enjoyed meeting you and wish you much success with your book. It sounds fabulous xoxox

 

 

Griffin is going to need all his old tricks to unleash her wild side.

 

WELCOMING THE BAD BOY
Hero’s Welcome #3
Annie Rains
Releasing August 2nd, 2016
Loveswept

 

 
From the
bestselling author of Welcome to Forever (“Full of heart and emotion!”—Lori
Wilde) comes a sweet, sexy novel about breaking all the rules. In Seaside,
North Carolina, the boys on the base are heroes—but that doesn’t mean they’re
always well-behaved.
 
As a preacher’s daughter, Valerie
Hunt only dates the very respectable, very boring men who meet her father’s
strict standards. In private, however, she leads a double life as a romance
writer of steamy stories about the least respectable sorts of men. Valerie has
always kept her hottest fantasies separate from her real life, but when she
nearly runs a hot-blooded biker off the road, the lines begin to blur.
Even though Valerie almost killed
him, Griffin Black can’t be angry after he learns the reason for her distracted
driving: an unruly puppy belonging to her ailing friend. As a member of the
military police K-9 unit, Griffin insists on training the dog himself. But he
soon wonders how he’s ever going to stay disciplined around the most alluring,
down-to-earth, and totally unattainable woman he’s ever met. Valerie is the
ultimate good girl. And Griffin is going to need all his old tricks to unleash
her wild side.

EXCERPT

She wrapped the dry towel around her body and collected her clothes to go seek out Griffin’s dryer. When she opened the bathroom door, he was standing in front of her. His eyes traveled south. Really, a towel covered as much as any of her strapless dresses. Strapless dresses involved hooks and zippers, though. All Griffin had to do if he wanted to see her naked was pull the end of the towel tucked beneath her arm.

She took a breath, really wanting him to pull. What was the point of a summer fling if she couldn’t live out her wildest fantasies? In fact, if she were writing one of her books right now, her heroine would probably tire of waiting to see what the gorgeous bad boy was going to do and drop the towel herself.

Val slowly lifted her arm and dropped the towel to her feet. No going back now, which was completely fine with her.

“What are you doing?” Griffin asked. There was a deep edge to his voice.

“Drying off.” Her heart thudded inside her chest. Her hands were shaking. This wasn’t like her. She didn’t seduce men. She should pick her towel up off the floor right now and pretend like that was an accident.

Instead, she stood frozen.

Griffin reached for her in the dark hallway, tracing a finger from her neck down to her breast.

Then he anchored a hand on her waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her again, harder this time. Deeper. A little gasp caught in her throat as his other hand reached between her legs and started to caress her, finding a rhythm that had her clutching his still wet body to keep from falling on the ground.

She reached for the hem of his shirt and started to lift his wet clothes off him. Unbuttoning his jeans, she pressed them down, working until he was as naked as she was.

“Are you sure this is what you want? We’re breaking all the rules in those romance novels you like to read,” he said, his voice gravelly.

She swallowed, burning for him. Needing to feel his hands on her. His mouth. His tongue. “I want this. I want you.”

A small smile lifted his mouth. He took her hand and started leading her down the hallway, passing Trooper as they went.

“Sorry, buddy. You have to stay behind,” Griffin called, pulling her into his bedroom and shutting the door. “If it starts to thunder we’ll have to stop,” he said between kisses.

“A woman should never come between a man and his dog,” Val agreed.

“You know me so well.” He kissed her again and then he pulled her toward his bed.

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Annie Rains is a contemporary
romance author who writes small town love stories set in fictional towns on the
coast of North Carolina. Raised in one of America’s largest military
communities, Annie often features heroes who fight for their countries, while
also fighting for a place to call home and a good woman to love. When Annie
isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her husband and 3 children, or reading
a book by one of her favorite authors.
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Posted by on August 4, 2016 in Blitz/Bonanza Spotlights

 

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What to Read Wednesday with Kristen McLean author of To Win A Scoundrel’s Heart ~ #giveaway

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday🙂 Please help me welcome Kristen McLean to the blog. Kristen is here to share a little tidbit about how she came up with the setting for her release To Win A Scoundrel’s Heart. I think you’ll enjoy the behind the scenes information as much as i did.

Afterward, don’t forget to drool over her awesome cover, check out her blurb and excerpt, and definitely enter her giveaway!

Take it away, Kristen …

How I came up with the setting for To Win a Scoundrel’s Heart was quite simple. It all started in Paris. Paris is such a lovely city. Enchanting, really. What it isn’t, is a place one skips when touring Europe. Thankfully I was successful in convincing my husband of this fact before we made all the travel arrangements for our humble version of a Grand Tour.

Two or three days after arriving, my husband and I made our way up the Eiffel Tower along with every other couple in Paris. It was crowded and cold. And it was raining. Of course, it was raining. A giant rain cloud had rolled in sometime between us shuffling into the elevator and arriving at the top. It was just our luck. Thankfully it wasn’t nearly as cold as London had been, but by the time the rain had passed we were icicles. Still, the view of the city was marvelous after a good rain. While I stood there looking out over a city that has been here for nearly 2000 years, I was overcome with the history, beauty, and energy of the city. I knew then and there Nick’s story had to take place in Paris. He’s romantic, debonair, slightly wicked, and he belonged here. He was also going to be drenched with rain.

I might have come up with the entire story on the spot, but my own scoundrel was pulling me into his arms and kissing me senseless. The book would just have to wait until after we left Paris. You understand.

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TO WIN A SCOUNDREL’S HEART
The Lords of Whitehall #2
Kristen McLean
Releasing July 19th, 2016
Young Ink Press

 

When her
husband’s death is ruled a suicide, Lady Dumonte suspects foul play. However,
finding the truth seems impossible after every investigator in Paris turns up
empty-handed. Now she is forced to seek help from Lord Pembridge, a feckless
libertine.
 
Although the pain of loss is a
constant reminder of why she must hide her heart, this carefree scoundrel
threatens to break past her defenses. He could uncover the truth regarding her
husband’s death, but is learning the truth worth risking her heart?
Lord Pembridge has wealth, angelic
good looks, and a sunny disposition. None would guess the dark secret
blackening his past or the grudge controlling his future. It was the reason he
could never have a family of his own, a fate he had accepted until he was
forced to play detective for the one woman who could tempt him.

EXCERPT

“You, m’dear girl,” he murmured, “are old enough to know better than to tempt a scoundrel.”

“I know what I am doing,” she spouted back indignantly. “I am not a child.”

“No,” he agreed easily. “You are certainly not a child.”

“Then I would expect you not to treat me like one.” Her eyes flashed, giving him a teasing glimpse of passion.

Lady Dumonte possessed passion?

Another surprise.

“Of course not.” He frowned in mock seriousness. “How should I treat you? As a lady or a mistress?”

“As a woman,” she ground out. “I am a woman!” Her lips pursed together as she glared up at him.

He smiled broadly; he couldn’t help himself.

“Ah, yes,” he agreed, looking her over as though he had only just noticed. “I believe you are.”

She took in a deep breath, pushing her breasts against the tight fabric of her bodice.

His cock jumped to attention.

“I was wrong about not liking you. I hate you!”

“And yet,” he mused with a knit brow, “you throw yourself at me like all the others. You are either in denial of your overwhelming attraction to me or a glutton for punishment. For my own complacency, I choose the former.”

Céleste shook her head slowly, her eyes narrowed and seething with anger.

“Regardless,” he continued frankly at his own peril, “you had better run along, or you may find your offer accepted, and we both know you never expected that. Your bluff has been called, Lady Dumonte. Go on home like a good girl.”

“I never bluff.”

“Never say never, m’dear,” he murmured with a purposefully wicked smile.

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Kristen has always had a love of novels, with a special place in
her heart for historical romance. After reading enough of them to fill a rather
impressive library, she decided to write her own. Now she has the pleasure of
writing at home, tucked away in a forest with her husband, two children and her
cat. Her husband is loving, and impressively patient, her two beautiful
children strive to embarrass and exhaust her, and her cat hates everyone, but
tolerates—well, she tolerates whoever will feed her.

 

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RELEASE BLAST ~ For Her Protection by Amber Bardan ~ #giveaway

You
shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

 

FOR HER PROTECTION
An Alpha Romance
Amber Bardan
Released July 15th, 2016

 

You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

Yet
pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment
Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove
she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a
distraction she can’t afford.
She
doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her
libido into hyperdrive. Surrounded by enemies, she’s not sure if Connor is a
man she can trust.

Connor
knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything
more personal about his feelings for Charlize. He’ll win her trust, preferably
one orgasm at a time.

With
Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction,
there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection.

WARNING: This is an Amber
Bardan Alpha Romance, featuring one dirty-talking hero obsessed with his
heroine, and a Happily Ever After. No cliffhangers.

EXCERPT

She came right at him.

Connor leaned back in his seat. Shit. You’d think five-years in the job, he’d have more discretion.

But what red-blooded man wouldn’t stare at her?

She weaved between tables, hips swaying, full-fucking-irresistible cleavage peeking out from her blouse.

He kept his eyes on his glass, even if his peripheral was having a feast.

“Hi.” Her voice was as lush as the rest of her.

He’d fucked up. She’d noticed him watching and now there’d be a confrontation. If he was compromised, then he’d be forced to take matters to the next level.

He looked up.

Mother-fucker.

Jet-black hair flowed over her shoulders. He’d seen her tug that hair from its ponytail and fluff it. Cheeky, attention-seeking minx. It hadn’t been so bad from over there. He hadn’t been able to smell her as he did now. He hadn’t known she used vanilla scented shampoo then. His fists curled. But her hair wasn’t the problem, even if he kept imagining it curled around his fist. The problem was her wide, almond-shaped eyes the color of butter warming in a pan, melting his brain.

“What?”

She flinched, smile slipping, then reached to her front. He tried to stay still, damned hard work, because she reached between those magnificent tits and pulled out a bill. “I’ll give you ten dollars if you kiss me right now?”

He glanced at the money in her hand. Un-freaking-believable. “Do I look like a gigolo to you, woman?”

“No, I imagine the scowl would be terrible for business.” She laughed, the husky sound of it had his muscles clenching. “But I saw you looking at me, and I really need you to kiss me, so if the money’s offensive, would you just do it for free?”

Kiss her for free?

It’d cost if he kissed her—no way out of that, but he’d be the one paying.

She held his gaze, then sighed and squeezed the bill back into her top. “Never mind, I must have misunderstood.”

Her big eyes went soft and sad.

Fuck, did she do that on purpose? Did anyone ever actually say no to her?

He scooted back his chair. Well, if was a kiss she wanted, he’d damned well show her how it’s done.

Her lips parted as he rose, and her head tipped back. She gulped. He was used to that. Little women like her realizing they’d bitten off more than they could chew. She probably hadn’t noticed when he’d been seated that he’d have over a foot on her.

Maybe he’d have gone slow, moved in gently, if she hadn’t demanded that last part—right now.

The cheek.

He took a step. She swallowed again. This time he let himself take in the sight of her curves—he let his gaze trail all over her.

He reached for her shoulder, but the next thing he knew he’d buried his hand in that hair he’d been fantasizing about since he clamped eyes on her.

 
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After
spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber Bardan finally
found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her
time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives
with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers
outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
 
Amber is
an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance
Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

 

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BOOK BLITZ ~ To Have and to Hold by Lauren Layne ~ #giveaway

Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in The Wedding Belles!

 

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
The Wedding Belles #1
Lauren Layne
Releasing July 26th, 2016
Pocket Books

 

Sex and
the City 
meets The
Wedding Planner 
in The Wedding Belles, her sizzling brand new
contemporary romance series about three ambitious wedding planners who can make
any bride’s dream come true…but their own.
 
Discovering her fiancé is an
international conman just moments before they exchange vows devastates
celebrity wedding planner Brooke Burke’s business—and breaks her heart. Now a
pariah in Los Angeles, she seeks a fresh start in New York City and thinks
she’s found it with her first bridal client, a sweet, if slightly spoiled,
hotel heiress. Then she meets the uptight businessman who’s holding the purse
springs.
Seth Tyler wishes he could write a
blank check and be done with his sister’s fancy-pants wedding. Unfortunately,
micromanaging the event is his only chance at proving Maya’s fiancé is a liar.
Standing directly in his way is the stunning blonde wedding planner whose
practiced smiles and sassy comebacks both irritate and arouse him. He needs
Brooke’s help. But can he persuade a wedding planner on a comeback mission to unplan
a wedding? And more importantly, how will he convince her that the wedding she
should be planning…is theirs?

EXCERPT

“Hold on. Back up. Back all the way up. What do you mean you’re getting married?”

It was eleven p.m. on a Wednesday, and Seth Tyler was exactly where he always was these days: behind his expansive mahogany desk at the Tyler Hotel Group, suit jacket slung over the back of his ergonomic chair, tie begging to be undone, impeccably pressed white shirt cuffed at the wrists.

He raked a hand through his thick light brown hair in frustration and fixed his younger sister with his best no-nonsense glare, an approximation—like everything else he seemed to do lately—of his deceased father.

When Seth’s father dropped dead of a heart attack eight months ago, Seth had thought the hardest part about his father’s passing—other than the mourning, of course—would be taking over the family company.

Sure, Seth had been groomed for the role. He’d wanted the president and CEO title. He’d always wanted it.

Eventually.

But not yet, for God’s sake.

Seth had no problem admitting that he was a perfectionist, and he’d been bound and determined to take over the family company his way. The right way.

And the right way, as Seth had determined it, was spending at least a year shadowing each of the senior-level Tyler Hotel Group executives. Seth had wanted to learn every possible detail, every in and out of the business, before even thinking about taking over the reins of the Fortune 500 company.

But his father’s heart had had other plans. Mainly, up and quitting during a routine round of golf. And so, quietly, per his father’s wishes, Seth had become CEO two years ahead of schedule.

Not a day passed that Seth didn’t wish his father was still with him, but in truth, taking his place at the head of the boardroom table had been easier than Seth had anticipated. The investors hadn’t freaked out. The executive team hadn’t left in mass exodus. Even Hank’s longtime assistant, Etta, had stuck around, seemingly content to call Seth boss even as she busted his balls about not eating enough vegetables, getting enough sleep, or getting his hair cut.

But if taking over the family company was easier than Seth had expected, there was one ramification of Hank Tyler’s death that Seth hadn’t been in the least prepared for:

A wedding.

Maya Tyler inhaled a long, patient breath, as though preparing to deal with a difficult child. “Well see, marriage, Seth, is when two people fall in love and decide to spend the rest of their lives—”

“Yes, I’m aware of how marriage works,” Seth interrupted. Although, not as aware as well as he’d like, as it turned out. He wouldn’t be getting any firsthand knowledge of how marriage worked any time soon.

Maya bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to remind you of Nadia.”

Seth glanced down at his desk to avoid his sister’s too-perceptive gaze. She wasn’t wrong. He’d gotten to the point where he could go most days without thinking of his ex, but he hadn’t yet figured out how to think about marriage without hearing the incredulous laugh she’d let out when he’d gone on one knee and showed her the ring he’d spent months picking out.

“Can we not?” he said curtly.

“Don’t get pissed. It’s a wedding. You’re supposed to be happy.”

“I’m not pissed; I’m just surprised.”

That was an understatement. Seth had not seen this coming, and for a man who exercised precision in all things, he couldn’t say he was enjoying the shock value of Maya’s announcement. Especially not on the heels of his father’s death. A death that everyone but Seth had seen coming, because Seth had been the lone outsider on the knowledge that was his father’s longtime heart condition.

Apparently, Hank had considered his only son a control freak—had known that Seth would have stopped at nothing to try to halt death in its tracks.

His father had been, well, right. It was hard to admit, but if Seth had known about his father’s condition, he’d have devoted every waking hour to researching experimental treatment and the best doctors.

Hank Tyler hadn’t wanted that for his final months. Not for himself or for Seth.

Still, Seth resented not having the choice. Resented his father nearly as much as he missed him.

But he’d put that behind him. Mostly.

Hank was gone, and Maya was still here. Maya was all he had.

He had known she was dating a new guy—Neil something or other. But Seth hadn’t thought a thing about it. Maya had whipped through a constant string of casual boyfriends since high school, and other than a two-year relationship in college, they had never been serious.

And it certainly hadn’t gotten close to marriage.

What’s worse, Seth hadn’t even met this man that was apparently to be his brother-in-law.

But none of this would have mattered, not really, if Seth’s instincts hadn’t been buzzing that something was amiss with the way this was all going down. Something was off. He knew it down to his gut.

“How long have you been seeing this guy?” he asked.

Maya slumped back in the plush chair facing Seth’s desk with a groan. “Don’t do this. I knew you were going to do this.”

He frowned. “Do what?”

“The big brother thing,” she said.

“Hard not to, what with me being six years older and all,” Seth said.

He didn’t add that he was doubly obligated to be protective given Hank’s death just months earlier. Maya had definitely been Daddy’s Little Princess. She still got tears in her eyes every time their father’s name was mentioned.

Maya leaned forward, her pale blue eyes much like his own, although her blond hair was lighter than his, thanks to her frequent trips to the salon.

“I love him, Seth. I know you’re jaded these days, but Neil is exactly the type of guy we women spend our entire lives dreaming about.”

Seth bit his tongue to stop from saying that he bet Maya was exactly the type of girl that guys like Neil dreamed about, too. Young, pretty . . . and filthy rich.

Or so Neil likely thought.

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Lauren lives in New York City with her husband (who was her high school sweetheart–cute, right?!) and plus-sized Pomeranian.

Five years ago, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan.

She writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush, and in her ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

When not bringing The Sexy, she likes to blog about her Instagram addiction, and why mean girls are the worst.

 

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

I’m so glad you decided to drop in on this week’s What to Read Wednesday! Please help me welcome author Jessica Lemmon to the hot seat today🙂 Jessica is talking about her hero Reese Crane from her newest release The Billionaire Bachelor. After you read what she has to say, I know you’ll be jumping right over to the BUY link to grab your copy of this book.

Also, don’t forget to enter her fabulous giveaway! The link to enter is at the end of the post🙂

Take it away Jessica …

TOP 5 THINGS THAT MAKE THE MAN: REESE CRANE

 

 

Curious about what makes Reese Crane, billionaire bachelor, the man? Lucky for us, I was able to get my latest (stubborn) hero to open up about 5 things that make him, well, him.

 

#5 ~ Beard trimmer. Reese is never without a sexy amount of stubble on his jaw and chin (see book cover) and this bit of dishevelment throws our heroine, Merina right off course. Reese maintains his look, never clean-faced, and never too beardy. Can you say control?

#4 ~ Scotch. Reese prefers it on the rocks, and as he tells Merina on their date one evening, “It’s always what I expect.”

#3 ~ Yacht. In case of temporary nuptials, climb aboard and hide out! But not for long. Sunrise on the deck isn’t optional for Reese—he and Merina need reporters to see them together after the wedding.

#2 ~ Sharp wit. I’m not sure whose banter is more infectious, Merina’s or Reese’s. But I promise you this: when they’re together, they are on fire!

#1 ~ The tie. Merina becomes obsessed with loosening Reese’s ever-present tie, much to the reader’s delight. As she puts it, she likes to see him come undone.

 

As do I, Mer. As do I.😉

 

 

 

 

Indecent Proposal…

 

 

Indecent
Proposal
 
Manwhore. That’s what the board of
directors-and the tabloids-thinks of billionaire bachelor Reese Crane.
Ordinarily he couldn’t care less, but his playboy past is preventing the board
from naming him CEO of Crane Hotels. Nothing-and no one-will keep him from his
life’s legacy. They want a settled man to lead the company? Then that’s exactly
what he’ll give them.
Merina Van Heusen will do anything
to get her parents’ funky boutique hotel back-even marry
cold-as-ice-but-sexy-as-hell Reese Crane. It’s a simple business contract-six
months of marriage, absolute secrecy, and the Van Heusen is all hers again. But
when sparks fly between them, their passion quickly moves from the boardroom to
the bedroom. And soon Merina is living her worst nightmare: falling in love
with her husband . . .

EXCERPT

Even with her nostrils flared, Merina forced a smile. There was only one way past this gatekeeper. She called up an ounce of poise—an ounce being the most she could access at the moment. “Merina Van Heusen to see Reese Crane.”

“Ms. Van Heusen,” the woman said, her tone flat, her eyes going to the doorknob in Merina’s hand. “You’re here regarding the changes to the hotel, I presume.”

“You got it,” Merina said, barely harnessing her anger. How come everyone was so damn calm about dismantling a town landmark?

“Have a seat.” Crane’s bulldog gestured one manicured hand at a group of cushy white chairs, her mouth frowning in disgust as she took in Merina’s dishevelment. “Perhaps I could fetch you a towel first.”

“I won’t be sitting.” She wasn’t about to be put in her place by Reese’s underling. Then her prayers were answered as the set of gleaming wooden doors behind the secretary’s desk parted like the Red Sea.

Jackpot.

Merina barreled forward as the woman at the desk barked, “Excuse me!”

Merina ignored her. She wouldn’t be delayed another second…or so she thought. She stopped short when a woman in a very tight red dress, the neckline plunging into plentiful cleavage, her heels even higher and potentially more expensive than Merina’s Louboutins, swept out of the office and gave her a slow, mascaraed blink back. Then she sashayed around Merina, past the bulldog, and left behind a plume of perfume.

Interesting.

Reese’s latest date? An escort? If Merina believed the local tabloids, one and the same. Paying for dates certainly wasn’t above his pay grade.

Before the doors closed, she slipped into Reese’s office.

“Ms. Van Heusen!” came a bark behind her, but Reese, who stood facing the windows and looking out upon downtown, said three words that instantly shut his secretary up.

“She’s fine, Bobbie.”

Merina smirked back at the sour-faced, coal-eyed secretary as Reese’s office doors whooshed shut.

“Merina, I presume.” Reese still hadn’t turned. His posture was straight, jacket and slacks impeccably tailored to his muscular, perfectly proportioned body. Shark or not, the man could wear a suit. She’d seen the photos of him in the Trib as well as Luxury Stays, the hotel industry’s leading trade magazine, and like every other woman in Chicago, she hadn’t missed the gossip about him online. Like his more professional photos, his hands were sunk into his pant pockets, and his wavy, dark hair was styled and perfect.

Clearly the woman who had just left was here on other business…or past business. If something more clandestine was going on, Reese would appear more mussed. Then again, he probably didn’t muss his hair during sex. From what she gleaned about him via the media, Reese probably didn’t allow his hair to muss.

The snarky thought paired with a vision of him out of that suit, stalking naked and primed, golden muscles shifting with each long-legged step. Sharp, navy eyes focused only on her…

He turned to face her and she snapped out of her imaginings and blinked at the stubble covering a perfectly angled jaw. What was it about that hint of dishevelment on his otherwise perfect visage that made her breath catch?

Thick dark brows jumped slightly as his eyes zoomed in on her chest.

She sneered before venturing a glance down at her sodden silk shirt. Where she saw the perfect outline of both nipples. A tinge of heat lit her cheeks, and she crossed her arms haughtily, glaring at him as best she could while battling embarrassment.

“Seems this April morning is colder than you anticipated,” he drawled.

 
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A 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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