Saturday, July 11, 2020

Book Spotlight on Relentless in Texas by Kari Lynn Dell (GIVEAWAY)

After falling from the heights of rodeo fame a man tries once again to reach the top, but finds surprising attraction along the way with a woman whose strong will breaks down the cynical wall he's kept firmly surrounding his heart.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Relentless in Texas by Kari Lynn Dell, then add this contemporary western to your bookshelf.  In honor of this sixth installment in the Texas Rodeo series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win two sets of the previous books in this series too!

Gil Sanchez was once rodeo’s biggest and baddest hotshot. Now he's thirteen years sober and finally free of the pain that ended his skyrocketing career. Given one last, near-miraculous shot to claw his way back to rodeo glory, he can't let fantasies of happily-ever-after dull his razor edge...but Carmelita White Fox is every dream he’s never let himself have.
And from the moment he saw the spark of challenge in her eyes, he hasn't been able to look away.
Carma may come from a Blackfeet family noted for its healing abilities, but even she knows better than to try to fix this scarred, cynical, and incredibly sexy cowboy. Yet she’s the only one who can reach past Gil’s jaded armor, and the fiercely loyal heart buried beneath the biting cynicism is impossible to resist. Gil needs Carma just as much as she needs him, but as the pressure builds and the spotlight intensifies, they’ll have to fight like hell to save the one thing neither can live without.

EXCERPT:

If following Carmelita was a bad idea, it was going to be one of the more interesting mistakes Gil had made. He didn’t just want her. He craved her...and that rarely boded well for him. But just this one time...
When the back door of the bar thumped shut behind them, Carmelita stopped and dragged in a long, deep breath. Her words came out in puffs of vapor. “God, that was suffocating."
The closeness of the overcrowded bar? The argument with her cousin? The attention? “Why did you come?"
“My grandmother volunteered my services. Fund-raisers are the worst, though. Everyone is so...” Her hands fluttered in a broad circle, encompassing the tearful outpourings of gratitude that marked benefits.
“You’re used to being in the spotlight."
“I prefer an audience to a crowd,” she said flatly. And the difference was in the separation. She could walk off a stage without interacting with the masses.
She tipped her head back to gaze into the heavens and her body language slowly shifted, as if she was drawing in the stillness. When she started off through the parking lot, she once again moved with fluid grace. Gil matched her stride, closing the space between them so his coat sleeve swished against hers.
“Bing told me about you, and introduced me to your... friend,” she said.
With that slight hesitation, she summed up Gil’s uncertainty about his relationship with Hank, past and future. “I’m his sponsor,” he corrected stiffly.
“Mmm.” A sound that translated to if that’s what you want to tell yourself. “We lack many things up here on the rez, but we do not have a shortage of recovering addicts."
“I watched Hank grow up. I understand him."
She angled a searching glance beneath lowered lashes. “I see."
Yes, she did. There was something in the way she looked at him—through him—that made him want to both hide and move closer. He did neither. The breeze caught her hair, sending a strand fluttering and carrying the scent of pine needles and snow down from the mountains. He swung around to face her as they stopped beside the door to his truck, and when he looked into her eyes, he felt as if he was losing his balance, falling into one of the bottomless mountain lakes—only much warmer. He could just keep sinking and sinking...
She caught him, pressing her hands flat against his chest, but her smile was tinged with regret. “I wish I could stay. You and I would be very good together, I think."
The image of Carmelita naked and lush under his hands sent heat shuddering through him. Then he registered what she was saying.
“You’re leaving?” Gil frowned at her in disbelief.
The hitch of her shoulder set the moonlight shimmering through her hair. “I can’t leave my grandparents with a sick baby."
“His mother didn’t seem overly concerned.” Gil’s voice was harsh, along with his judgment of her charming cousin. Even when he’d been regularly popping Vicodin like breath mints, he’d managed to stay clean on the weekends he’d had his son.
Carmelita smoothed her palms over the front of his jacket. “Next time?"
“I won’t be back."
She angled her head to give him another searching look, then nodded. “You’re taking Hank home. That explains it.” “What?"
“This.” Her hand moved down, pressing with unerring accuracy over the clutch in his gut. She reached up with the other to brush cool fingers over the knot of tension in his forehead. “And this."
He wanted to lean into that touch—into her—and let her wipe his mind clean for a few hours.
“I’m sorry I can’t do more.” She stroked a blissful circle on his temple. “But I can give you something for that headache."
“A fistful of ibuprofen?"
“A promise.” Her eyes were steady, her tone certain. “Hank will be fine. He’s stronger than you think, and whatever you’re keeping from him, he’ll understand it was for the best. So will the others.”
Gil jerked his head back. “I never said anything to Bing about that."
Her hands fell away and she angled her gaze upward, eyes going distant. In the Panhandle the stars were painted on the sky. Here it seemed as if they were standing among them.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel it. But I’m almost always right."
Without warning, she tipped onto her toes and pressed her mouth to his. Her lips were cool, but at the touch of her tongue the glowing embers they’d been gathering between them burst into flame, whooshing through him like a prairie fire. His thoughts, the last of his reservations, the ability to think at all were consumed by a wall of heat. He gripped the lapels of her coat to drag her hard against him, and she fisted her hands in the sides of his jacket, pressing even closer. Her tongue slid over his, the friction setting off more sparks.
A palpable shudder ran through her. She braced her hands on his shoulders, slowly, inexorably separating her mouth from his. Then she smiled, a copper-skinned Madonna with fathomless eyes, and pressed a palm over his thundering heart. “You should get some rest, Gil Sanchez. You’ve got a long drive tomorrow.”

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KARI LYNN DELL brings a lifetime of personal experience to writing western romance. She is a third generation rancher and rodeo competitor existing in a perpetual state of horse-induced poverty on the Blackfeet Nation of northern Montana, along with her husband, son and Max the Cowdog.

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Friday, July 10, 2020

Book Teaser Reveal for The What If Guy by Lauren Blakely...


A one-night stand turns complicated when a woman discovers the identity of who she spent the night with...he’s her new boss...and then wants more than just one night in this steamy rom-com.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The What If Guy by Lauren Blakely, then count down the days until this second installment in The Guys Who Got Away series releases on July 24th!

It should be an easy rule to follow - don't bang your boss...
But I didn't know who he was when I met him.
And the first time I saw him, our connection sounded like the stuff of romantic legends -- that whole "their eyes locked across a crowded room" moment that turned into more.
I didn't believe it...until it happened to me.
Fine, the charming, clever, sexy-as-sin guy in the tailored suit was only trying to buy the same Snoopy lunchbox (as a gift!), but still, our eyes totally locked, and my lady parts definitely tingled as we vied for the prize.
Naturally, I did what any badass business woman would do. Negotiated for the lunchbox, then found my what-if guy online and made plans to see him the next night. One night only -- that was the deal we made.
But one fantastic night had us both changing our minds in the morning. And making plans for another.
Until I walked into the office to learn he just bought my company.
And here's the biggest rule of romantic legends -- no matter what, don't bang your boss. Especially if you're already falling for him.

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Thursday, July 9, 2020

Book Excerpt Reveal for The Rivals by Vi Keeland...


It’s a fiery romance between two business rivals whose families have been at war since before they were born in this combustible tale of enemies to lovers.  Keep reading to get a tempting glimpse of The Rivals by Vi Keeland, then add this standalone contemporary romance to your bookshelf when it releases on July 13th!

The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born.
Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other. Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history.
Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too.
For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
Until the day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
Now I’m stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited.
As usual, it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good.
We were fire and ice.
But that shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

EXCERPT:

Sophia
“What the hell?” I pressed the button on the elevator panel a second time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed. Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from closing.
A wingtip shoe.
Weston’s smiling face was there to greet me when the doors bounced open.
My blood was near boiling. “So help me, Lockwood, if you try to get in this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood anymore."
He entered the elevator anyway. “Come on, Fifi. What’s wrong? I’m just playing around. You’re taking things way too seriously."
I counted to ten in my head, but it didn’t help. Fuck it. He wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at least had the decency to look a little nervous.
“You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! My father thinks I’m inept because I don’t have an appendage dangling between my legs. The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my cousins.
Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you have a big dick.” I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each staccato word with another stab.
“I’m Tired.
Of.
Men.
My father. Liam.
You.
Every single fucking one of you. So leave me the hell alone!"
Frazzled, I turned back around and waited for the door to open, only to realize we hadn’t started to move yet. Great. Just fucking great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath three, I felt the heat of Weston’s body behind me. He had to have moved closer. I continued to try to ignore him.
But the fucker still smelled good.
How the hell could that be? Whose cologne lasted for—what had it been now?—twelve hours? After the gauntlet run he’d sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It pissed me off that the asshole smelled...fucking delicious.
He moved closer, and I felt his breath tickle my neck.
“So,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “You think my dick’s big."
I turned and scowled at him. While this morning he’d been clean-shaven, he now had a five o’clock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost more than Liam’s entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated in a man—wealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually Weston’s strong points.
While I struggled with my body reacting to his scent and how much I liked the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when I’d wobbled in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didn’t think I had. But I must’ve.
Though when his hand glided from my hip around to my ass, there was no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak.
I made the mistake of looking up from his jaw into his blue eyes. Heat flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my lips.
No.
Just no.
This was not happening.
Not again.
My heart thundered in my chest, and the blood in my ears roared so loudly I almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator announcing that we’d arrived at my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity I’d slipped into.
“I...I need to go."
It took all of my focus to put one foot in front of the other, but I managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room. Though...
I wasn’t alone.


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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Book Tour for A Convenient Escape by Sara R. Turnquist (GIVEAWAY)


A woman on her own finds herself desperately looking for escape and drawn to a man who's carrying a secret that could tear their burgeoning connection apart in this historical western romance.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of A Convenient Escape by Sara R. Turnquist, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this fourth installment in the Convenient Risk series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $30 bookstore GC too!

She has nowhere to go. He has nothing to lose.
Lily McAllen has known nothing but hardship and rejection. Her brother, the only person she can lean on, takes a job at the Miller ranch. Now with no ally, she is alone, confined, and vulnerable. She becomes desperate to get away...by any means necessary.
Despite his best intentions, Daniel Hayworth is drawn into a fatal mishap. He feels responsible. And is prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure Lily is cared for...even if that means proposing marriage.
Complicating matters, Geronimo and his raiding band terrorize the surrounding areas. Troubles mount and tensions challenge the growing attraction between Dan and Lily.
Will they make it to the church? Or find themselves victims of lies, disillusionment, or the ire of an Apache rebel?

EXCERPT:

She prayed he would not pull back. Why would she do so? Why did she wish him to be near? Why did that seem important?
As if answering her prayer, he leaned closer. “That’s just not possible."
She clenched her hands. “Why not?” The words did not have much force behind them.
“Just...trust me.” His words were clipped.
The manner of his tone sliced through her, stinging as it cut. Her fight against her tears became futile. And one escaped. Why would he be so insistent? Was there something he didn’t trust her with? Dan covered her hands with his larger ones. “Lily, I..."
What did he care to say? Would he speak things that would endear him to her? She should not listen, yet she waited.
“I only want to do the best I can by you. For you."
This time it was she who sought his regard while he looked downward. He continued, “I can’t do that if you won’t trust me."
In the silence of the moments that followed, she considered his words. And she knew he had been right—there must be some give and take. And he wasn’t asking for much. Only hurt had kept her from seeing it.
She didn’t have ground to stand on anyway. The truth was she had nothing. No one. And nowhere to go. He had been and was being generous. This offer was a gift.
Nodding, she slid a thumb over one of his fingers. He peered up at her, meeting her gaze at last.
The velvety brown she found there was so soft and deep that the world melted away. Her heartbeat slowed.
Perhaps her trust wasn’t for nothing.

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Sara is a coffee lovin', word slinging, Historical Romance author whose super power is converting caffeine into novels. She loves those odd little tidbits of history that are stranger than fiction. That's what inspires her. Well, that and a good love story.
But of all the love stories she knows, hers is her favorite. She lives happily with her own Prince Charming and their gaggle of minions. Three to be exact. They sure know how to distract a writer! But, alas, the stories must be written, even if it must happen in the wee hours of the morning.
Sara is an avid reader and enjoys reading and writing clean Historical Romance when she’s not traveling. Her books range from the Czech lands to the American wild west and from ancient Egypt to the early 1900s. Some of her titles include The Lady Bornekova, Hope in Cripple Creek, The General’s Wife, Trail of Fears, and the Convenient Risk Series.


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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Book Tour for Hard Lust by Tina Donahue (GIVEAWAY)


Readers looking to make this summer even hotter will find plenty of scorching encounters between the pages as a woman finds herself bargaining with a trio of demons for her sister's life...and finding herself the center of their erotic attention.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Hard Lust by Tina Donahue, along with hearing from the author about this release, then discover even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this sexy standalone make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $10 bookstore GC too!

QUESTION OF THE DAY:  When writing a reverse harem how do you balance all the sexy options available to the lead character in a way that satisfies every reader?
TD:  Great question. First, it’s not easy. There are really only so many way to portray sex in a book. Once you’ve zipped through them, things can get dicey. That’s why it’s best – even in an erotic romance – to also focus on emotions, not just the physical aspects of the act.
For example: in Hard Lust, Andros and Megan get it on when she least expects it but totally enjoys it. She thought he was angry about her giving him lip. He is, but he’s also turned on by how feisty she is. During the act, their bond builds, bringing them closer together.
For Vespar, he’s feeling left out because she made love with Andros first. Not one to be denied or dismissed, he creates a scene for their lovemaking she’ll never forget. Again, I focused on their emotions and how they felt about each other more so than ‘he did this to her and then she did that to him and then they did that together’. Granted, physical descriptions are important, which are there, but they’re not the be all or end all in an erotic romance.
By the time she and Racan have their fun, his personality comes into play. He wants to be important to her, not simply the next notch on her bedpost. Showing their affection for each other even during a hot sex scene increased the heat.
As to the many ways to portray sex, I included some BDSM (mild and fun not brutal), voyeurism, exhibitionism, discipline, bondage, oral (for both her and them), anal, 69, a four-way, missionary style, and back door. To keep the sex scenes fresh, I made certain to mix things up so their carnal play wasn’t even remotely the same each time she was with a different hero.

Don't ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too late. The deal she made to save her sister's life has landed her in hell about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons trying to tell her what to do. Nope. Not going to happen.
These guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she's due for some erotic discipline, which he'll happily provide. Racan's pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal play.
Who would have ever expected she'd end up falling for them? Too bad demons can't be trusted...because someone is trying to kill the magic and threatening her stay in this lusty world.

EXCERPT:

Megan looked at him. “Do you guys ever get men down here?"
He shook his head. Having nothing except female condemned was a feature, not a bug, and a perk he wouldn’t give up without a fight. “Let’s go. Your time’s running out."
She trotted to keep up with him. “My half hour started already?”"
He stopped. “Twenty minutes.” He jabbed his finger at her. “You heard what Racan said. Don’t try to put anything over on us, because you can’t. Got it? Or would you care to try for fifteen minutes? Possibly less?"
Her lower lip trembled. “Why are you being so mean? You’re not that way really. You seem like a nice guy."
He stepped back and bumped into the wall. “Guy?"
She flicked her wrist. “Demon. Devil. Entity. Whatever."
“Try fallen angel."
Her mouth rounded. “Get out. You started up there?” She pointed toward Heaven. “I knew it. You are a good man."
He wasn’t Attila the Hun or Vlad the Impaler, but he wasn’t as great as she’d said. “You’ve forgotten how I spanked you?"
Her cheeks got rosy, her face dreamy. “Uh-uh."
He leaned in. “Are you turned on?"
“What?” She blinked and frowned. “No way."
Her taut nipples told another tale. “There’s something you should know.” He tapped her chin. “I am not a good man."
“Demon then. And yeah, you are. Andros told you to discipline me. You didn’t do it on your own.” He’d been itching for the chance when Andros presented the opportunity. “Don’t be so certain.” “I am.” She stroked his tat.
His gums tingled.
“What happened in Heaven? How’d you get down here?"
Bethshiba. His, Andros, and Racan’s crime hadn’t been that bad. They’d simply wanted to be heard and considered. Instead, they received the ultimate sentence—banishment.
“The reason isn’t important. This is.” He touched the handbook. “You need to learn everything you can. There isn’t much time."
She screwed up her mouth. “I thought I was here for eternity.” “Do you ever stop arguing?"
“I will, I swear. On one condition."
He held back laughter at her gall. “On one what?"
“Help me, please. Show me the way out of here. At the least, get me an audience with Satan so I can plead my case."
Poor girl was losing it. “Begging doesn’t work down here. With him or me. We need to go."
“Not yet.” She pressed closer to stop him from leaving, her nipples poking his pecs, her cunt smack against his groin.
Heat rose between them, unmasked desire sparking in her eyes. His hair stood on end. Her musk and the scent from his leather pants mingled to create one fucking great fragrance. She rocked her hips slowly, sensuously, arousal parting her lips. “I was... Uh, I was... That is, I was..."
He pumped against her, his already massive erection increasing by the second.
She met him thrust for thrust, their gyrations lewd. “Wait.” She kept grinding into him. “I need to say this."
“Sure."
They maintained their carnal dance.
“Go on.” He wanted to hear this.
She pulled in a huge breath. “I was taking law classes at night before I got here. I know how to present a case. I’m a great litigator. It’s in my blood. I’ll make Satan see reason. I won’t lose."
She couldn’t have killed the magic between them faster if she’d tried. He stopped pretend fucking and stepped away. “There’s no winning down here for the condemned.” The moment she opened her plush lips, Satan would vaporize her then bring her back and get his rocks off on torture...the kind she wouldn’t like. “It’s not possible.” He grasped her biceps. “You need to get a grip and accept your fate."
“Screw that.” She stroked his fingers.
Remarkable heat and delight shot up his arm and landed in his balls and cock, both still ready to boogie, her effect on him more than it should be or what he seemed able to stop.

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Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.


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