Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Book Release Blast for He’s A Mean One by Lani Lynn Vale (REVIEW)….


Just in time for the holidays comes this steamy and suspenseful tale of a long-time love and the man waiting to claim the woman he's been waiting years for.  When a snowstorm and a holiday decorating contest bring two people together, readers will find themselves charmed and their heart's warmed courtesy of this final installment in the Content Advisory series.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of He’s A Mean One by Lani Lynn Vale, along with getting my impressions of this age-gap romance, then add it to your bookshelf too!

For a solid five years, Jasper Madden has done nothing but look the other way when it comes to Calliope Hodges. At first, she was way too young for him, barely eighteen the first time he laid eyes on her. It also didn’t help that he’d witnessed her at the lowest of lows, practically making peace with rock bottom.

But as time goes by, he realizes that Calliope is different. She’s a brave, stunning young woman that has slowly captured his heart while he was watching from the shadows.

He knows that it’ll take time for her to realize that he’s not the enemy, but instead her saving grace.

So he decides to play the long game.

For years, he’s waited in the periphery for her to be ready. He stands right there, knowing that one day she’ll look up and finally see him as the man that is desperately in love with her.

But that chip on her shoulder keeps her from looking everywhere but his direction.

Luck finally leans his way when she moves in next door, and a battle of the neighbors ensues.

Where she sees war in the form of a friendly holiday decorating competition, he sees the opportunity of a lifetime.

All it takes is one bed, a freak snowstorm, and a Christmas miracle for her to realize that he’s been there all along. A silent knight in shining armor willing to take on the world just to make sure she never has to feel unworthy ever again.



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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Ms. Vale never lets me down when it comes to her romantic pairings and her depiction of found families in the MC world!  And this book is no exception!  This book brings readers back to the men and women of the Truth Tellers MC to wrap up their series, while giving us hints of what's to come next in a story that pulled at my heartstrings…while leaving me satisfied with a smile on my face.

Calliope was young when we first saw her, a young girl struggling to keep her family together through working many jobs and trusting only herself.  It made her hard to like at first, but with this book readers see a more mature lady.  She actually opens up about herself, and her desperate life choices, and it endeared her to me.  She's grown into a survivor, someone who tells it like it is, and I found her the perfect other half to Jasper to make him whole.

Jasper's a dark and brooding part of the MC, weighed down by a past that left him scarred inside and out.  He embraces his loneliness, but when it comes to Callie, he's captivated.  Her young age at their first meeting unfortunately kept him holding back, watching over her from afar.  When they become neighbors though, everything changes in a journey of funny and heartfelt banter, along with playful exchanges that were flirty and teeming with sexual tension.  Jasper saw past Callie's grumpiness to bring out her softer side in a discovery that warmed my heart.  She too saw past his obvious scars, accepting him wholeheartedly despite his own inferiority issues.

Together they're a perfectly imperfect couple.  They appeared to be opposites but they ultimately fit together beautifully in a tale full of fun and flirty banter, steamy encounters, and moments of festivities and frivolities.  The feeling of the holiday adds a bit of extra warmth to this fast-paced story that kept me eagerly turning the pages, wrapping things up with a big bow of love and HEA!  From start to finish this was a well-crafted series, with unforgettable characters that left a lasting impression, and I'm left greatly anticipating what Ms. Vale has planned for readers next.

My rating for this is an A.

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


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AUTHOR INFO:

Lani Lynn Vale is an American author of humorous romantic suspense novels. Born in the Great State of Texas, she has lived the majority of her adult life in East Texas where most of her novels are based. She’s married to her high school sweetheart whom her readers refer to as “LLV’s Bearded Half.” She published her first novel, Boomtown, in the summer of 2013 after the birth of her third child. She’s gone on to publish over 100 novels, with most of them going on to become USA Today Bestsellers.

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Book Tour for The Starlight Motel by Amy Craig (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)…

An oasis in the middle of nowhere brings together two people struggling with obligations and desires in this sensual tale set during the holiday season.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Starlight Motel by Amy Craig, along with getting Ms. Craig’s description of an ideal heroine and compelling couple, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this holiday-fueled, contemporary romance, make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $15 bookstore GC too!


MS CRAIG DESCRIBING AN IDEAL HEROINE AND WHAT MAKES A COUPLE WORTH ROOTING FOR...
Kada from THE STARLIGHT MOTEL is a heroine everyone loves. She embodies resilience, creativity, and a deep connection to her family and artistic roots. Her journey balances duty and desire as she navigates her responsibilities while pursuing her passions.
Kada’s ability to take on the responsibility of managing the Starlight Motel after her grandfather’s passing, despite her own dreams and ambitions, speaks to her strength and resilience. She steps up in a time of need, showcasing her capacity to handle difficult situations with grace.
Her artistic eye is evident as she carefully assesses the mural-in-progress on the motel’s casita. This creative sensitivity is a crucial part of her character, reflecting both her internal struggles and her desire to express herself through art.
Her deep sense of duty to her family keeps her at the Starlight Motel, even as Los Angeles and her artistic dreams beckon. This tension between duty and desire makes her a complex and relatable character who faces real-life dilemmas with courage. We’ve all been Kada at one point in our lives.
A couple worth rooting for is one that complements each other’s strengths and weaknesses, supports one another through challenges, and grows together over the course of the story. Kada and her partner, Dane, exemplify this dynamic.
Dane is not just a love interest; he is a partner who supports Kada. His encouragement and belief in her artistic talents help her navigate tough decisions. Even though he thinks he controls his family’s land, he never wants to control Kada. Maybe a few candlelit dinners with her would be nice.
Both Kada and Dane value the idea of living without regrets. This shared outlook on life brings them closer. They both want a life where they can be true to themselves, and they just need to find a way to work together to achieve happiness.
The challenges Kada faces—managing the motel, grappling with her artistic doubts, and balancing her personal desires with familial obligations—are significant. Even though her attraction to Dane helps her navigate her life choices, voicing her concerns to her family members helps, too. Rooting for two characters that live in isolation might be possible, but cheering them on as they interact with their friends and loved ones is where the magic happens.

Experienced muralist Kada took charge of her family's Palm Springs motel to give her mother time to grieve. As a grant deadline approaches, Kada must convince her mother to manage the motel so she can return to her art. Late in December, Kada encounters a horseman approaching the property. Dane, the reserved son of a local farming family, is a loyal workaholic with limited spare time or experience outside the valley. When lightning startles his horse, he lingers at the motel and stirs up Kada's emotions about leaving the desert oasis. Wary of mixing business with pleasure, she struggles with her attraction. As New Year's Eve approaches, will the cowboy convince her to chart a new course?

EXCERPT:

Her skin warmed from the heat of his palms. “I can’t afford to sit around the laundry room and gossip with the guests.”
“Trust me, Kada, I’m not here to gossip.”
“You’re ready to pitch in on odd jobs? You’re such a good neighbor.” She swallowed past the dryness in her throat. She had a three-date rule, but if she never started the first date, did the rule apply? “Thanks for helping with Lucky.”
“Any time.” He tipped up her chin. “Are you sure that’s where you want to stop? You brought me your number and rode out into the desert with me, but now you’re skittish?”

Her throat felt parched, but she wanted to lean forward and test his intent. Instead, she kicked her feet against the machine’s vibrating drum. “I’m not skittish, but I’m not into quick romps on a washing machine.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I wasn’t suggesting a quick romp.”
She wanted to test the innuendo behind his offer, but the sequence felt out of order. Before she considered kissing the handsome farmer, she needed dinner, candlelight, and time to breathe.
Her body offered a different opinion. Clearing her throat, she hopped off the washing machine, ducked under his arm, and ran her tongue along her teeth. In the tiny room, his skin smelled like fresh lime, warm spices, and a hint of honey, but his shirt held the leathery undertones of a hard day’s work. He looked handsome, and she wanted to taste his kiss, but she needed a different setup. “Or long romps.”


AUTHOR INFO:

Amy Craig lives in Louisiana with her family and a small menagerie of pets. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring intelligent heroines. In her spare time, she plays tennis and expands her husband’s honey-do list. Before writing, she worked as an oilfield engineer, project manager, and incompetent waitress. For more information and giveaways, visit www.amy-craig.com or follow her on social media channels.



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Thursday, February 22, 2024

Book Blast for The Nick Before Christmas by K.L. Brady (GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY)…….

Readers will be charmed by this tale of second chances and life choices, while discovering more about older heroines courtesy of the author.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Nick Before Christmas by K.L. Brady, along with learning more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour, then add this holiday-fueled romance to your bookshelf!  In honor of this rom-com make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 bookstore GC too!


***"The Older Heroine” and what sets them apart from the younger heroine. What pulls readers into their life?***
I love writing about older heroines’ journeys—there is much to enjoy and glean. I think the main thing we all, as humans and as readers, should know is that as long as we’re not dead, we are continually learning lessons—and it’s those lessons and the drama that generally proceeds and precedes those lessons that will always pull readers into their lives. Those lessons and journeys are the core of storytelling – regardless of whether the character is a young adult or later in life.
As I discovered while crafting The Nick Before Christmas, our callings on earth, whatever they may be, involve learning continuously (at least partially). We learn what we want (or don’t want) or who we want to love (or don’t want to love). Learning keeps life interesting, keeps readers like us on our toes, and makes us consider how our reading applies to our lives. Stories like this remind us that we’re alive and continuously evolving.
Older heroines (like all people) are in one of three phases of life -- about to learn a lesson, learning a lesson, or just have learned a lesson. That means they are always on journeys. In that way, they are no different from younger heroines. The difference may be the kind of lessons they learn.
As far as romance, older heroines have experienced versions of love, but that doesn’t mean they don’t stop falling in love. While many younger heroines experience and learn from their first acts, older heroines are often in the midst of their second acts, and there is a lot to learn from the second acts.
Second acts, such as the one I write about in The Nick Before Christmas, remind us of the blessing of second chances, that we can get life wrong for years, even decades. At any point, we can feel/decide/pray to discover our lives are going in the wrong direction—and reverse course or find an entirely new course. And maybe on that new course, heroines find new love, new hope, new skills, new ups and downs, and challenges, or perhaps they will find their way to a calling they should’ve been engaged in in the first place – all journeys that pull us in.
I’ve written many stories about younger heroines, and most of the time, readers find them in the middle of or discovering some element of their first acts, and they learn lessons from those experiences. But the beauty of life and the reflective stories is that there’s a beautiful grace. If you get life wrong in the first act – grace is the second act.
And if you love Christmas stories as I do (and come from a Christmas-crazy mother), then you believe in the reason for the season. More grace -- we’re not just born; we’re born again. That’s a spiritual second act and the grace of all graces. So, the concept of a second act has a spiritual foundation, too.
Understanding that there are exciting journeys at any time of life means understanding that engaging stories can be told about any phase of life. And a great place to start is The Nick Before Christmas.

Will an angel's dire warning, a quest to discover a second act by Christmas Eve, and a touch of Christmas Magic lead Nickie Wright back to the one that got away?
Nickie Wright is ready to celebrate the big 5-0 for Christmas in July, but a hot flash leads her to a sobering revelation: her life has hit rock bottom. Her successes--the home and the car--feel empty. Her vision board has been a waste of time, her job is unfulfilling, and she's mulling over a proposal from Smith, who she's not sure she likes. The best day of her life spirals into the worst. During a near-death experience, a meeting with her guardian angel presents Nickie with an ultimatum - either go to heaven or return to Earth and find her second act by Christmas Eve. If she fails, her future's bleak -- her life will be filled with days no better than her worst.
Her second act sets her on a collision path with Evan Goodman, the man who makes her content, and Jordan Devlin, the first love who drives her crazy. She's torn between two worlds-- contentment and safety, passion and excitement.
Time is running out for Nickie.
She only has from Christmas in July until Christmas Eve to find her calling, follow her dreams, and figure out which romantic interest will help Nickie embrace the best of herself.
The Nick Before Christmas is the perfect romantic comedy to help you find your calling and renew your faith. It delivers unforgettable moments of self-discovery and romance. It's an enchanting story to fill your heart with joy this Christmas.

EXCERPT:

Sasha approached...and based on the sound of footsteps, she wasn't alone.
"Nickie? Uh....You have company?"
"Who?"
Into the threshold stepped Evan...and Jordan, both carrying sizeable brown shopping bags scented with contents that smelled a whole lot like dinner.
Evan ghosted her for weeks, dropped off the radar. J. Dev blew her off and was off parading with Ava, or so she thought. Now both stood in her living room, in the flesh, at the same time. She had no idea how to handle this. Nickie had never been a juggler so two potential courters in her presence, in her house, wasn't a situation she expected to face. She couldn't have orchestrated this cluster if she tried.
Their faces sapped the air out of her lungs. Laying the blame on Sasha wasn't an option.
Her stomach growled, reminding of her greatest need in the moment. If worse comes to worst, Nickie pledged to keep the dinner and cannoli...and dump the two unexpected guests.
"Jordan, Evan...what a surprise to welcome you...both...in my living room...right now,” Nickie said, her eye volleying between them so as not to give one more attention than the other.
Evan glanced at Jordan without speaking a single word, and Jordan returned the favor. She suspected each was eager to learn what the other had to say.


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AUTHOR INFO:

USA Today Bestselling author K. L. Brady is a D.C. native and award-winning author of 20 novels. She self-published her first book, THE BUM MAGNET, after an Oprah "live your best life" moment, which was picked up by Simon & Schuster in a two-book deal. She’s been publishing romantic comedies ever since.
K.L. is a Washington football fan and professed nerd-girl who loves all things Star Trek, Star Wars, and Big Bang Theory. She lives to write stories involving hilarious quirky characters looking for love. She's hard at work on her next several projects, including Sincerely, Santa, a heartfelt romantic comedy that also celebrates the special friendship between her late mother and grandmother.


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Friday, December 22, 2023

Christmas Extravaganza for Spooky Writer’s Planner by Loren Rhoads and Emerian Rich (GIVEAWAY)……


Those hoping to become a writer will be drawn to this helpful planner full of tips and timelines to maximize your writing time and give you a pathway to success.  Keep reading to get a tempting glimpse of Spooky Writer’s Planner by Loren Rhoads and Emerian Rich, then be sure to add it to your list for Santa.  In honor of this tool for writing, and courtesy of Bewitching Book Tours, fill out the form below for the chance to win a slew of other prizes too!

Are you a horror author who wants to take your career to the next level? Do you write dark fantasy, paranormal romance, spooky poetry, or morbid nonfiction? 
Would you like to advance farther in the direction of your dreams?
The Spooky Writer's Planner includes:
--13 months of monthly and weekly calendars
--Monthly goal and recap sheets
--Weekly check-ins and note pages
--Writing challenges, prompts, and brainstorming pages
--Trackers for submissions, pitches, and contacts
--Marketing, newsletter, and blog planners
--Check-off sheets for website maintenance, social media updates, and expenses

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DIGITAL:
The quick-download version gives you a digital copy so you can print the pages you need and print multiples of those you'll use the most. Create your own Frankenstein's Monster of a planner! These black & white pages are designed to be printed on 8.5 x 11-inch paper. Put them in a three-ring binder or bind them with disks or a spiral, your choice. Use it year after year after one purchase!

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PRINT:
The Spooky Writer's Planner is perfect-bound with a glossy cover, printed on high- quality 8.5 x 11-inch paper. Everything you need is included in one handy book that you can grab and go!

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THE ABSOLUTE BEST RED LENTIL SOUP by Loren Rhoads....

When you’re trying to carve out some writing time on a rainy (or snowy) Saturday, it’s great to put together some soup – and then write while it simmers. This is one of my favorites.

--1 tablespoon olive oil
--1 medium onion, finely chopped
--2 medium carrots, finely chopped
--1 rib celery, finely chopped
--1 cup dried red lentils
--2 T tablespoons tomato paste
--1⁄2 teaspoon ground cumin
--a pinch of ground red pepper
--5 cups reduced-sodium chicken or vegetable broth 6 tablespoons low-fat plain yogurt or sour cream
--Heat oil in a medium sized pot over medium-high heat. Add onions, carrots, and celery and sauté about 3 minutes or until vegetables start to soften.
--Stir in lentils, tomato paste, cumin, pepper, and broth. Raise heat to high and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 30 minutes or until lentils are soft and soup is thick.
--Ladle into bowls and top each with a tablespoon of yogurt or sour cream.

AUTHOR INFO:

Loren Rhoads writes dark fantasy, horror, and science fiction, sometimes all at once.  She’s the author or editor of 18 books, including 199 Cemeteries to See Before You Die and Unsafe Words. She serves as a writing mentor for the Horror Writers Association.  She has taught workshops on reading your work in public and submitting proposals and pitches to publishers.

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Thursday, December 21, 2023

Christmas Extravaganza for The Bridge to Magic by Alex Thornbury (GIVEAWAY)……..


Magic is the enemy, but also the saving force, in this gritty and fast-paced YA fantasy.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Bridge to Magic by Alex Thornbury, then be sure to add it to your bookshelf!  In honor of this first installment of The Sundered Web series, and courtesy of Bewitching Book Tours, fill out the form below for the chance to win a slew of prizes too!

An award-winning debut for lovers of traditional fantasy and the readers who crave the dark, disturbing and original.
Men thought they had won the war against magic, when a demi-god had sundered their realm and banished magic and its keepers to the deadlands. But then another terror was born. Nothing can survive the approaching Blight. Terren, the last refuge of mankind, now stands alone in its path. Only the bridge across the great chasm offers any hope of escape...for some.
Elika has long feared the bridge to the Deadlands. It had taken her parents, and the lives of more poor fools than she could count. What's there for them anyway on the other side but more suffering and death? Though the gods had abandoned them, the king and his priests will stop the Blight. They just need to destroy every echo of magic, the source of the Blight. Then she discovers that the biggest echo of magic is hiding inside her, and through her it seeks to enact the will of its own.
Accused of being a mage, she is hunted and hated. Many doubt her loyalties. Her gang turns against her. The one man she thought she could trust and love, abandons her. Everything she knew about her past shatters, as long-buried secrets about her true birth emerge. Worse still, she may not even be human. She must race to find a way to purge herself from magic's hold. But as time runs out for the city and her magic only grows in power, can she sacrifice herself to save the last of humanity and all that she loves?


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The Frost of Winter Solstice – by Alex Thornbury
Our village was the last to stand against the invasion of the godly folk from the southern kingdoms. With their strange magic of the cross and prayer, they had pushed back the Spirit’s Veil to our border and cleansed the lands of beings that visited humanity through ages past. And it fell to our warriors to hold back the godly folk from destroying the last of that which was sacred. The Veil was the only way our long-dead ancestors could return and bring their stories to our fireside. And it was through these stories that we kept the history of our lands alive.
The Winter Solstice of my twelfth year started like any other. Come sunset, the Veil would once again part, and would not close again until sunrise. It was to be a long night and the favourite with our family. We spent the day readying the cottage for visitors; sweeping, stocking the fire and keeping it bright and hot, as the visitors were prone to chills. Though they did not eat the food we offered, we still prepared a feast as much as we could in our poverty. Mother decorated everything to hide the meagre affair.
After sunset, my sister and I, scrubbed clean and dressed in our finest dresses, joined our parents by the fireplace. They stood side by side in front of Grandma’s favourite chair, holding hands and smiling.
‘Come children, look who is here,’ Mother exclaimed, forgetting in her excitement that we had not the adult eyes to see the beings from beyond the Veil.
‘It’s grandma,’ Father clarified.
So we went to stand beside our parents, looking down at the empty chair, feeling both chilled and yet secretly foolish. Only a handful of nights each year did the invisible visitors arrive. As I grew older, it was hard not to imagine this must be some game the adults played with their children, each solstice, Spring’s Rise and Eve of Souls.
‘Aye, they have grown since you saw them last summer,’ Mother said to the empty chair.
And we were made to sit on the floor by the fire, as mother and father took their seats at the feat-laden table. Grandma then told us stories, which our parents repeated, for we had not the adult ears to hear the voices of the beings from beyond the Veil.
As the night deepened, the fire flickered suddenly and turned icy blue and cold.
Our parents fell abruptly silent and stared at each other with a flash of fright. Then, with strained faces, they turned to me, and I knew what it meant. Only, I had never truly believed that this night would come for me. Surely this was just a game the adults played. We were meant to smile and eat the cakes and listen to the wise tales.
‘Frost has come,’ Father said gravely, looking at me.
I shook my head in denial. No, I never believed in Frost. That was his name, the changer who opened the eyes of children when they reached the cusp of adulthood. Except, not everyone survived the change. Else, some returned with Frost’s bite upon their toes and fingers. Like Ordur, the baker’s son, who now had only eight fingers left.
Both mother and father rose, for Frost was outside, waiting for me. They led me to the door, dressed as I was for the warm fireplace and not the snow-covered landscape beyond warm walls.
The cold hit me instantly, cutting and laced with threat.
‘Walk to the white tree where Frost is waiting,’ said Mother with a treble to her voice, and closed the door behind me.
Barefooted, I began the walk to the edge of the forest. It was dark, save for the moonlit snow, and the chill in the air was fierce. As I drew closer to the white tree, the air grew colder and colder, until my blood threatened to turn to ice. No one was around.
At the tree, I stopped. A part of me still denied that any of this was real. Surely, I just needed to turn around and return home, for I could no longer feel my legs or arms, and every breath I drew was shards of glass.
Sharp pain exploded in my eyes, and I cried out, closing them tight. Something warm trickled down my cheeks.
Another jarring pain hit my ears, and I fell to my knees.
I forced myself to open my eyes and saw drops of dark blood in the sparkling snow, and...large, furry paws. I followed the furry legs up and I saw him, beneath the tree, looming high above me. The creature was made of ice, with horns and fur and sharp, black teeth. In his thick hands, he clasped two needle-like icicles. Blood dripped from the tips.
He looked at me and I at him. Then he turned around and walked away into the forest. I returned home, weeping tears and blood.
Mother wrapped me in a blanket and comforted me with kind words. But it was
Grandma’s voice I recognised from long ago that soothed me. ‘Bring the wee lass to the fire and give her the hot apple wine with extra sugar. She’ll be right in no time.’
In the chair sat Grandma, her form faint and glowing.
‘Come over here, lass, and sit next to your sister where I can see you better. Now, where was I? Oh aye, I remember. I was a wee bit younger than you when Frost came for me. It was the winter after the great fire that swept through the forest when the old fool Baerran the Wise offended the Firelord...’
And the rest of the night I listened to my grandma’s old stories, whilst my parents repeated them for my younger sister. And I hoped our warriors would keep the godly folk away from our lands.

AUTHOR INFO:

Alex Thornbury is an award-winning author. She grew up in Cheshire UK, and developed a deep love of history and fantasy thanks to the many castles she visited as a child. Though she grew up to be an Alchemist by trade, she never stopped fantasising about other worlds, dragons and epic battles.


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Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Book Blast for The Santa Games by Leanne Treese (GIVEAWAY)…….

A woman hoping to start over ends up in a small town holiday theme park, working alongside a sexy man who isn't who he says he is!  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Santa Games by Leanne Treese, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this sweetly sentimental rom-com make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 bookstore GC too!

Reeling from a broken engagement, Andi Carter swears off men. She quits her job in New York and returns home to figure out next steps. Luckily, she quickly finds a job--one that will take her mind off her ex--as a caretaker for an elderly widower, Liam Quinn. Liam is the owner of Christmastown, a holiday-themed amusement park that shut down years ago. But he’s anxious to reopen it, and Andi, loving the concept, throws herself into helping him. It’s the perfect distraction. Bonus: there are no eligible men for miles.
Until Matt Taylor shows up to audit the park.
Matt is handsome, charming, and full of surprises. Even Liam’s notoriously cranky cat, Claus, likes him. Andi works with Matt on a Christmastown project and platonic feelings turn into a full-fledged crush...maybe a little more. She likes this guy. Unbelievably, Matt seems to like her back.
Only she soon discovers that Matt isn’t who he says he is. So now, Andi has another decision to make—run away and start over—again? Or stay, and hear Matt out? After all, Christmas is the season of miracles...

EXCERPT:

He leans against the railing, his breath smoky. “We should get to know each other then. You could give me a tour of the town. And I could ask you more about the park’s safety protocols.” He winks. “What do you say?”
What do I say? The hot bachelor I was sure would never come to Christmastown is in front of me. But I came here to avoid dating. I need to find myself again and I’d planned to use every ounce of extra energy I had in reimagining an epic – and very safe – holiday-themed amusement park. So, of course, I know what I should say.
Instead what comes out of my mouth is: “How about tonight?”



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AUTHOR INFO:

Leanne Treese is an award-winning author of women's fiction and romance. Her books have each independently been described as having "all the feels." When she's not writing, Leanne loves running, forcing her family to play board games (Settlers of Catan anyone?), and spoiling her beloved dogs. Leanne's favorite locations include her backyard, the Jersey shore, and anywhere that sells books or coffee, preferably both. A lifelong learner, Leanne's dream life would include going back to college and majoring in everything.


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Thursday, December 7, 2023

Christmas Extravaganza for Boss Level by Allyson Lindt (GIVEAWAY)……


A woman who's made work her life soon finds her life upended when she agrees to help a friend in this scorching story.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Boss Level by Allyson Lindt, then add this sizzling triad tale of a fake relationship becoming all too real to your bookshelf.  In honor of this sixth installment in the Three Player Tag-Team series, fill out the form below for the chance to win an Amazon GC as well as other goodies too!

Judith
It’s lonely at the top.
I knew it would be when I clawed my way up here, trading away favors and any personal life to get to where I am today, the head of the hottest new video game company in the industry.
When an old friend calls in one of those favors, I’m happy to help Xander out. His partner, Dominic, needs to impress some conservative clients, and showing up to get-to-know-you dinners with a heavily tattooed man on his arm isn’t the way to do it.
And there are far worse things in the world than pretending to be Dom’s fiancée.
When the fake kisses with Dominic start to feel real, I realize there’s something missing in my life. Worse, I’m starting to realize I never should’ve let Xander get away.
But the three of us together will bring everything we’ve worked for toppling down around us. There’s no way love is worth that kind of sacrifice.

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New Game - An Aces Played Short Story
Judith
I hadn’t watched a Santa this closely since I was five. Of course, at the time I thought the jolly old man at the mall was the Santa, and tonight at least part of me was hoping this Santa had something for me in his magic sack.
Of course, most Santas didn’t look as good as Xander, either. The streaks of silver mixed with brown that peeked out from under his hat were natural, as was the salt and pepper beard. His Santa outfit was multiple layers of deceptive, hiding a large, muscular build under padding, and tattoos under long sleeves.
He stopped next to one of dozens of Rincon signs dotted around the convention center, to pose for yet another picture with a smiling child.
“Admiring our handy work?” Chloe’s question caught me off-guard.
I was never off-guard. Time to stop staring at the pretty man and get back to it. “Something like that.”
Chloe and I hadn’t put this event together ourselves, but we did manage the teams who had. Rinslet’s inaugural gaming convention. She was the company’s VP of all things creative and I was the same for Operations.
She looked past me at Xander, who was posing with another kid. “He is pretty.”
“Deceptively so.” Underneath the smiling exterior was a sadist. One of the things I liked about him was he knew when to whip that out. “What’s up?”
“I need your expertise and presence if you’re up for it. New guy.”
I grinned. “Of course I am.” One thing I loved about doing client and partner meetings with Chloe was the way people tended to underestimate us. Two petite women in tech who people assumed joined a meeting together because we were meek. New guy meant this one wasn’t familiar with our reputation.
Introducing ourselves would take my mind off the reason I was waiting for Xander.
Except it didn’t. I gave the meeting enough attention to make sure Chloe had my support when she needed it, and to present a united front. My thoughts were on a far more lucrative decision I needed to make.
I’d built a career on taking risks and pushing limits, but I always had enough information to go into the decisions before I took the leap. Except my failed marriage. I followed my gut there and discovered I needed more from a man than a big dick and good orgasms. Those helped, but...
That had nothing to do with this except that it was another terrifying decision, and I didn’t normally do fear. Rinslet had become one of the two biggest gaming companies in the world, climbing from the ashes to soar here.
Some of us who had been here for a long time, since before the fall, wanted to get back into being on the cutting edge. We had a game idea. They had all signed on and were brilliant minds.
The only hold-out was me. The person who would run it all, fund a lot of it, and make sure other groups funded the rest. No one was better suited for this job, but the idea pushed so many limits and if we put it out there before the world was ready, it would crash and burn.
I had until the New Year to make up my mind.
Chloe and I wrapped things up with the vendor, who was far more polite than when the meeting started, and I went in search of Xander.
Apparently Santa was done for the night and nowhere to be found.
I sent him a quick text asking if he was ready to go, and stepped away from the thinning crowds to see if I could spot him.
We’d been friends since high school. We’d been there for each other through heartbreak, divorce, ruin, and amazing salvation. We also very occasionally fucked—friends with benefits sounded so tame—and tonight that seemed like a good Christmas present to both of us when everything was over.
“Sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want, little girl?” His low, teasing voice filled my thoughts and his hot breath brushed my cheek when he leaned in from behind me.
My smile popped into place without permission, and I leaned into him enough to feel the muscle under the suit. I wouldn’t be obscene with Santa in front of the children or media. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I kept my voice low enough only he would hear.
He held a miniature, individually wrapped candy cane in front of my face. “What do you think?”
“I think I like a guy who knows size isn’t the only thing that matters.”
His chuckle was more I can’t want to make you scream later and less ho ho ho. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Can we go someplace you’ll leave the suit on?” We had a stop to make first, but there was a whole night after that.
“Depends on if you behave at dinner.”
I was the one who laughed this time. “I didn’t plan on it.” I didn’t submit to anyone in the boardroom or the bedroom, it was another reason I’d clashed with my ex. But with Xander, we’d been exposed to each other in far more intimate ways than sex, and sometimes a little yielding on my part took the edge off the rest of life.
We ditched the coat from his outfit in his car, and he pulled on a sweater instead. Simple, cream colored, and hugging every inch of muscle on his torso, with the red pants still in place? That was as hot as anything.
We crossed the street to the hotel across from the convention center, and headed toward their signature restaurant. I needed a neutral legal opinion on some aspects of this business, and a friend had referred me to the man we were meeting with, as someone who would give me an unbiased legal opinion.
Xander was the only person outside of our group and their significant others who knew the details of this concept. He was already onboard to invest and pushing me to sign on. But only if I was comfortable with it.
The foyer was crowded, but the lone businessman wearing an expensive suit and a stern expression stood out.
“Are you Dominic?” I asked.
He turned his gaze on me and studied me with eyes so dark they were almost black. He wasn’t quite as big and built as Xander, but he still towered over me, and that stern expression was wow. A polite smile slipped onto his face. “I am. Judith?”
“Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for making time for me tonight.” I extended my hand.
His grip was firm and tantalizing. I hoped he had some lucky woman or man waiting at home for him to use that plus his smoldering stare on. “Not a problem.”
I introduced Xander as well, gave the host my name for my reservation, and we were shown to a table.
We were only here for drinks and conversation, but the moment Xander ordered appetizers, I realized how hungry I was. “Make that a double order,” I told the waiter.
Xander shook his head as the man walked away. “You haven’t eaten all day, have you?”
Guilty as charged. I tended to forget food when I had more important things on my mind. “I had a muffin for breakfast and enough coffee since then to kill a mule.”
“Good thing you’re more stubborn than one,” Xander teased.
Dominic didn’t look so amused. He didn’t look like he was feeling much of anything. Reading him would be interesting, but fortunately this was an advice session, not a negotiation. “What can I do for you this evening?” he asked.
“We’re looking to create an MMORPG—a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game—”
“I know what the acronym means.”
I raised my brows, unimpressed at being cut off. If he didn’t know what it meant, I’d be more concerned, since he was supposed to be well versed in tech. “—that will contain a large amount of adult content.”
“Don’t most of them?” Dominic asked.
“Like graphic depictions of people fucking.” Xander went straight for the punchline. “More than two people at once. Orgies. The like.”
Dominic still didn’t flinch.
I wasn’t willing to give out too much information, since there were some innovative concepts involved in the plan, but we did need to tell him enough to get answers. I filled in a few more highlights, and was wrapping up as our food arrived.
I dove into the cheese dip like a ravenous child, enough to sate the gnawing in my stomach, while the men nibbled.
“So what is it I can do for you?” Dominic repeated.
Make up my mind for me. Tell me this was a stupid idea. Crack just enough for me to get a read on that gorgeously stony exterior. “I want to know what the legal repercussions are. I’ve considered several, but I won’t list them. I want to hear your thoughts. What do you feel I should look out for, what could bite me in the ass if I’m not prepared for it, and will this fuck me over when things go wrong?”
“Business will always fuck you over if things go wrong enough,” Dominic said.
“But how wrong is that, really?” Xander’s smirk was the antithesis to Dominic’s marble expression. “I mean, sometimes getting fucked, even when it’s wrong—”
“Sexual harassment.” Dominic did seem to like to talk over people. “That’s the number one thing that will bite you in the ass.”
Was it wrong that I thought it was hot, the way he and Xander clashed? Oil and water. Fire and ice.
“Sexual harassment is a concern in most companies, especially in tech,” I said. “I don’t disagree with you, but how is this different?” I had my own thoughts on the matter, and I’d looped through them from multiple angles, but I was here to hear Dominic’s.
“You’re starting a company were discussing explicit sexual acts won’t just be a daily occurrence, they’ll be a requirement of the job.”
“So if Man One were to ask Woman One her thoughts on double penetration, and what would make it more pleasurable to both of them...” Xander left the thought hanging.
Did the corner of Dominic’s mouth just twitch? “First of all, double penetration implies at least three people, so grammatically the question is what would make it more pleasurable for all three of them. Second, in almost every office in the world, that conversation would be harassment. And lastly, I’m here to consult, not be tested.”
I could argue that we weren’t poking at his edges, to see what gave, but he was right. And Xander had only just started. It was almost a shame this was a business meeting, because Mr. Dominic the Lawyer was a kind of wound-up I knew all too well, and I also knew good sex released a lot of that tension.
I’d love to see the sparks fly between him and Xander. Even better, I’d love to be the filling on that sandwich.
But there was work to do. “Sexual harassment. Noted. What else do I need to consider?”
We went down a list, and he hit most of the points on my list, as well as others I hadn’t even considered. As we talked, we worked our way through the food, and stuck to coffee rather than liquor. We had finished up and I’d paid the bill, much to both men’s dismay, but were still talking.
“All well and good, but the harassment will be an issue regardless.” Apparently Xander was a dog with a bone about this. “How does she get around that?”
“Like anything sexual, consent and honesty need to be part of the conversation.” Dominic’s glance at me heated my blood. “People need to know the topic will come up, and also understand that it’s up to them to be adults about how they handle it.”
Xander leaned in. “Care to provide an example?”
“Of course.” Dominic met and held my gaze. “If I were to offer to finger you under the table, to see how long it took you until you cracked, and you were to jerk me off in return, while Bad Santa over there watched, and the suggestion made you uncomfortable, that would be harassment.”
Touché. And if he was expecting me to back down, he was about to learn a thing or two. “What if your offer made me wet, instead of uncomfortable. And Bad Santa doesn’t tend to watch. He’s more of a hands-on kind of guy.”
“Watching is exactly what any Santa does, good or bad.” Dominic’s stare was going to burn a hole through my soul.
Xander chuckled. “Sounds both naughty and nice. I’m in.”
I wanted to shoot him a glance, but I couldn’t look away. “Easy for you to say. You get to sit back and watch.”
“Because that’s not torture?” he countered.
“Because you won’t take yours later?” Dominic asked. “And if it turns you on, rather than offends you, and nothing professional hinges on the exchange, it’s not harassment.”
I’d call him on the way he’d just oversimplified things, but I was too enthralled by his suggestion. I covered his hand with mine, and moved both to my leg, at the hem of my skirt.
Dominic’s face still didn’t so much as twitch as he shoved my skirt up, and inched his fingers along the inside of my thigh.
This was a horrible place for foreplay, but I didn’t need it anyway. I was already turned on by the clash between Xander and Dominic, and the fact that we were in public and I had an almost-stranger’s hand gliding toward my pussy.
I swallowed a gasp and spread my legs when he brushed the crotch of my panties, but I refused to crack.
This time I was certain I saw a smile tug up one corner of Dominic’s mouth. Xander wasn’t hiding anything. He looked amused as fuck.
Dominic pushed aside my panties, and teased toward my opening. I was slick with
anticipation, and his touch glided easily along my skin. He slipped inside me just enough to penetrate, before withdrawing and gliding up to my clit.
My nipples were hard and tight against my bra, straining the lace. I swore everyone in here knew what we were up to, despite there being a tablecloth keeping anyone from seeing. My pulse hammered in my ears with each touch and stroke from Dominic. He really knew how to use those fingers.
If anyone figured out what we were up to, would it turn them on too? Would someone else go home and get laid tonight, fantasizing about our display? Hell, could I go home and get laid tonight, based on this?
The way Xander watched us said yes.
The longer Dominic stroked my clit, the closer I pushed to orgasm. I tried to focus on not letting any reaction show, but my chest was heaving. I couldn’t look at anything but my clenched fists, or I’d lose my composure.
Climax spilled through me, and I nearly bit a hole through my cheek trying to keep it from showing. Just as the pleasure started to ebb, Dominic slipped his fingers inside me again, drawing out the moment, as I clenched tight around him.
He slipped out of me without comment, and I struggled to catch my breath.
Xander pushed a glass of water toward me. “Impressive. You almost melted the Ice Queen. You’ll have to be positively glacial to win this one.”
“We haven’t established stakes,” Dominic said.
That didn’t sound like a me problem. “It’s a bit late for that, since we’ve already started. Are you backing out?”
He shook his head .”Most definitely not.”
“Do the three of you need anything else?” The waiter chose that moment to interrupt. Why did this all make me squirm almost as much as when Dominic was touching me? “We’re fine, thank you.” Xander never missed a beat.
As the waiter walked away, I pushed my skirt up a little higher, enough to grab my
panties.
“What are you up to?” Xander eyed me as I shifted in my seat.
I slid the underwear down my legs, cleaned myself up a little—they were ruined
anyway—and set them on the bench between Dominic and me.
He raised an eyebrow, and I turned away from the questioning look as if it didn’t mean a thing. I watched Xander instead as I tugged down Dominic’s zipper. He was already hard, which made working him free difficult, but I figured it out.
I wanted to risk a glance at his exposed cock, but that felt too much like revealing how much I was enjoying this. My hand would have to tell me the full story, and it was telling an impressively big tale.
I grabbed my panties again, and glided the smooth, damp silk along his skin when I gripped his shaft.
He clenched his jaw.
The only regret I had so far was with my panties gone, I was going to leave a wet spot on the back of my skirt. But he started this and I was going to finish it. I watched Dominic, looking for a clue as to what he was thinking or feeling. Fuck he was good. Stoic. Gorgeous.
When he tightened under my touch, a quiet fuck slipped out under his breath. His hips came up and his ass rose off the seat. I felt the warm spurt of his climax through the panties I’d wrapped around him, when he came.
Was it wrong to want to gloat as I eased my touch off? I was too turned on, still, to put too much thought into it. I was definitely going to provoke Xander into something when we got out of here, if he wasn’t already.
“Pretty sure the lady wins.” Xander took care of the looking smug on my behalf.
Dominic’s laugh was strained, but it was distinctly a laugh. “I know when I’ve been beat.” He took the panties from me and shoved them in his jacket pocket. “Not complaining about the outcome though. Anything else I can do for you this evening?” Like that, his composure was back.
Damn, he was good. “I think what you’ve offered has been incredibly helpful. Thank you for your time.”
“You two kill me.” Xander rolled his eyes. “There’s enough repression between the two of you to imprison a small planet.”
“You ought to try it sometime. Showing some composure.” Yup, Dominic was back.
Xander shook his head. “No thanks. Wouldn’t want to deprive either of you. Pretty sure you’ve made it a finite resource. Can we walk you out?”
“Since we’re going the same way, that makes sense,” Dominic said.
When I stood, he was ready with my coat, which was long enough to cover any wet spot on my skirt.
Xander led us through a back hallway toward a tucked away exit. The hallway wasn’t labeled staff only, but most of what was down here looked like it was for employees.
As we reached an open door with light spilling onto the carpet. Xander grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, and Dominic followed, closing the door behind us.
That the clash between them had become this kind of synchronicity was scary-hot.
Amid linen and other room supplies, Xander pressed his body to mine, pinning me to the wall. “You didn’t think that display out there would go unanswered.”
“I hoped it wouldn’t.”
He bit my neck where it met my shoulder, and my desire spiked. He moved his mouth to my ear. “I’m glad you gave him your panties.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I want my cum running down your leg while you walk to your car. While you drive home.”
Dominic’s groan matched my whimper. I couldn’t hide the reaction, but I could gloss over it. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yup.” Xander was rough when he shoved my skirt up around my hips.
I returned the favor by freeing his cock.
He was strong enough, and enough bigger than me, that he made it look effortless when he grabbed my hips and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, sighing in delight as he slid inside me.
Dominic teased my breast through my shirt. “I don’t know how he kept his hands to himself.”
“All about proving a point.” Xander’s voice trailed off as he pumped in me, starting slow and building to a fast, hard pounding.
I gripped tight, enjoying the desperation in this moment. That spot he hit inside me at just the right angle. And when Dominic worked his hand between us, and sought out my clit again. I was both too tender and not sensitive enough for this kind of touch, and I dug my nails into Xander’s back.
He grunted in response, and fucked me harder.
Dominic’s skilled touch worked me past the physical wall of resistance, and pleasure built inside me again. Orgasm felt out of reach, until it crashed around me.
Xander’s familiar grunts blended with voices in the hallway, and my anticipation soared as he spilled inside me. The talking outside moved away again, but my heart still hammered against my ribs from the entire thing.
Xander was gentle as he lowered me to my feet, but the three of us stayed tangled in a knot as we caught our breath.
I wasn’t new to taking risks, but since my divorce, they’d all been calculated. I had mountains of data before walking into any situation. I didn’t have that for the decision I was about to make, and that was why it terrified me.
Tonight was reckless and out of control, though. If Dominic hadn’t been up for the challenge, if the media had gotten hold of the news, if most people outside the company found out...I could’ve been ruined. And I didn’t regret a minute of what we’d done.
If I didn’t step up and take this opportunity, I was going to regret letting it pass me by. “What are you thinking, Judy?” Xander murmured against my skin.
No one called me that. Ever. But with him, tonight, it was right. “I’m thinking I need
Dominic’s business card, and to secure his legal services. Let’s play this hand and see what happens.”
*****
To find out what becomes of the company in question, and to find out where Judith, Xander, and Dominic are now, check out my Three Player Tag-Team series.


AUTHOR INFO:

Award winning and USA Today Bestselling Author Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time author. She likes her stories with sweet geekiness and heavy spice, and loves a sexy happily-ever-after. Because cubicle dwellers need love too.



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