Sunday, September 26, 2021

New Release Spotlight/#GIVEAWAY: American Royalty

American Royalty by Antonia Church

Word Count: 80,050
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages:  307

Genres:

CHICK LIT
CONTEMPORARY
EROTIC ROMANCE
MEN IN UNIFORM
MULTICULTURAL
ROYALS

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Book Description

 

Kane Cambridge is a descendent of the secret royal family of the United States. She is the American Princess.

Kane Cambridge does not lead a fairy-tale life. She works in an office, her boyfriend just broke up with her and her future looks mundane and unexceptional. Where is the rom-com ending that she’s watched in a hundred different movies?

Kane is visited by a mysterious benefactor who reveals that he is the grandfather she never knew. He arrives with a lesson in American history. The original framers of the Constitution wrote a clause that created a ceremonial position for American royalty. Kane’s ancestor was a secret queen of the United States, and now Kane is the American Princess.

American Royalty is the story of an average woman who discovers her own independence and grows to accept her position as a princess. Among her potential suitors are a sexy sultan, a prominent British prince and a brave commoner who is her soldier in shining armor. Will she choose the traditional path or make her crown an American version—all rock ’n’ roll and a little risqué?

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of public sex and exhibitionism, mentions of physical abuse and cheaing in a relationship, and mentions of a F/F sexual interaction.

Excerpt

“What’s your pleasure, Princess?”

“The name isn’t Princess. It’s Kane. And I’m good, thanks.”

Kane Liberty took another sip of her Long Island Iced Tea and sighed. The last place she wanted to be was out in public. The last place she ought to be was home alone. So here she was at a bar, trying to beat her feelings back with a club—a bustling club with bangin’ beats. The lively dance music was the opposite of her gloomy mood.

She looked sideways at the stranger a couple of seats beside her at the bar, a mountain of a man not so easily dismissed. He loomed next to her, about six foot six, a mass of muscle and masculinity. His skin was the color of her Long Island Iced Tea, warm and pleasant. The stranger possessed a sort of human gravity that was hard to ignore.

“Let me get you something,” he tried again.

“I’ve already have enough,” Kane said.

Despite looking like the kind of man who didn’t give up easily, he didn’t bother Kane again.

That was good. Kane wasn’t at the bar to meet a man. She was there to forget one. His name was Dilly. Dillon Durfee. He was supposed to be The One. They had been together for three years. Kane had been waiting for him to give her a ring. Instead, he had packed one bag and given her his key to the apartment they’d shared—then he was gone. He had disappeared before Kane had even realized it wasn’t just some cruel practical joke.

That had been on Monday. This was Friday. Kane was still a wreck. Work had distracted her for the last few days, but the weekend had arrived and she faced two free days without a boyfriend for the first time in years. Kane had texted her girlfriends after work and Lani and Sora had promised they would meet her…at seven. It was only six-thirty and Kane had her first drink already half gone.

She looked around the bar, avoiding eye contact with the stranger who had offered to buy her a drink so as not to encourage further flirtation. Kane might be browsing, but she wasn’t ready to buy. She was a long way from even taking something off the shelf. It had been quite some time since she’d even bothered to look at the selection. Like going to the grocery store when you were already full, Kane had only given a perfunctory glance at the men available in places like this while she’d been dating Dillon. Now that she was free, she looked harder at the merchandise than she had in the last three years.

Men had changed while Kane had been off the market. They looked softer, more scared, less aggressive than the boys who had always hit on her before—before Dilly. Boys at the bar in designer jeans and too-tight T-shirts sported look-but-don’t-touch smirks. Middle-aged men moped like pets trained to beg for treats and know their place. The gaze of old geezers skittered across the floor and ceiling, as if they only had interest in shoes and scalps.

With the exception of the beefy bull beside her, no one had tried to even make eye contact since she’d walked in. The new rules in society likely made for a more cautious climate in the dating scene. Disrespectful interactions were no longer tolerated, and maybe this put guys on the defensive. The modern dating pool felt like swimming with hungry sharks that were all afraid to bite. She wasn’t ready to get nibbled yet, anyway.

“So what happened?” Kane asked the big man beside her.

Her Long Island Iced Tea was almost gone, and the alcohol made her bolder than she’d been in a long time.

“What happened to what?”

“Men.”

“There are plenty of men all around us.” The big guy had a sexy British accent. Kane wasn’t in the mood for sexy…or foreign. She missed humdrum and familiar.

“These aren’t men,” Kane complained.

The big Brit shrugged.

Butterflies flitted about in Kane’s stomach, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Over the course of the last three years, Kane had become chill. Complacent. Content. She’d believed Dillon was her one and only. She hadn’t expected to ever have to start again. Kane had been relieved that she was done with first encounters—first dates, first kisses, first fucks. Kane thought she was closer to endless instances of ‘only’ with Dillon—her only wedding, her only family home, her only child. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about her lasts—the last kiss, the last time they’d made love, the last fight, the last words Dilly had said to her.

Kane took another drink until the glass was empty.

Even the bars had changed. They weren’t as loud, as if meaningful conversation had replaced bass-beat flirtation. The place was bright and clean instead of smelly and dirty. Screens were everywhere—twenty TVs playing sports on every wall, phones in hands like candles flickering all across the room, terminals advertising games for money at every table. LED lights ran along the underside of the bar, trimmed windows and doorways, glowed under the floor and illuminated the deejay stand. There wasn’t a shadow to hide in in any corner at all. Mirrors covered the rest of the surfaces, either reflecting everyone’s sin or a reflection of this modern generation’s endless vanity.

“You started without us,” Lani scolded as she approached the bar while Kane sipped her second drink.

“She needed a head start,” Sora said, waiting back as Lani ordered from the bartender. “This girl needs to get numb.”

“What’re you having?” Lani asked Kane.

“This is already my second tea. Maybe I shouldn’t have another.”

“Maybe you should grow a set of balls,” Lani said. “I’m getting you a fucking drink.”

“Whatever you’re having,” Kane conceded.

“In that case, you might be in for a threesome with that hot-ass deejay.”

Lani had been married since they were kids and was always too much talk about a whole lot of action.

The bartender brought two shots of something bright and pink, like liquid candy.

Lani took the empty stool beside Kane and put her arm over Kane’s shoulder, giving her a side hug. The three girls had known each other since elementary school and Kane laid her head on Lani’s bare shoulder. Lani had three kids and patted Kane on her temple like she was a toddler with sniffles instead of a grown-ass woman with a broken heart.

Lelani ‘Lani’ Travers was blonde and busty, with double-barreled weapons that could get her a free drink in any bar in America. Her curves should come with road signs to warn eager eyes of the dangers of each turn. She wore makeup as a mask and a costume as colorful as Supergirl, like some kind of superhero of sex with boots more appropriate for a prostitute than Powerwoman.

Sora Chan took the stool on the other side of Lani. Sora was half as wide, twice as terse and doubly dressed, every inch of her covered from chin to toe. She wore glasses to make her look smarter, which would put her in the company of Einstein or Faraday. Kane wasn’t sure if Sora had come right from work or if dressing in a pantsuit and putting her hair in a bun was her idea of ‘loosening up’.

Back in high school, Missouri Lewis had nicknamed the three of them ‘Neapolitan’ because Kane’s skin was medium mocha, Lani was white—or orange if she had recently spray-tanned—and Sora was all Asian. None of them were quite sure how Sora equaled pink instead of butterscotch. Lani had explained politely to Missouri that Neapolitan “is chocolate, vanilla and fucking strawberry. I’m not sure what kind of shitty ice cream you were eating.” Still, the name stuck. Sometimes they would still share a serving of Neapolitan as dessert and laugh about it. Kane preferred the strawberry.

“You can do better than Dillon Durfee,” Sora said.

Sora had said that for the last three years. Maybe she was right. Kane hated him right now, and yet she still loved him so much. He’d been Dillon, her Dilly, for so long now. He’d been her everything, and now there was nothing. He might not have been movie-star material, but Dilly had been her heart. Now he’d broken free, leaving it in shambles. And Kane didn’t want to hear that she could do better. It was like when people offered condolences when they discovered Kane was an orphan. Many would offer empty expressions about her deceased parents, like “They’re in a better place.” or “God must have wanted more angels.” None of those words had helped the fact that her parents weren’t there.

Kane grabbed the pink drink and took the shot in one big gulp.

“You look dressed to slay, sweetheart,” Lani said.

Kane had stopped by their apartment—her apartment—and put on her shortest red dress and highest spiked heels. She’d puffed her head of black curls out into a nimbus cloud that floated around her face, like a thunderhead preceding the storm. She wore the bracelet Dillon had given her for her birthday and the necklace she had gotten for a Christmas gift, but Kane had left behind the promise ring that didn’t mean anything anymore. Maybe she had inadvertently lured the British man who had tried to buy her a drink. Her bare hands hadn’t indicated an affiliation.

“Would you rather I had on a sweatshirt and yoga pants?” Kane asked.

“I so would not,” Lani said. “You and me, we could snag any guy in this place.”

“I’m sure your husband would love to hear that, La.”

“Do you think Chase would rather have a wife who couldn’t attract anyone?” Lani asked.

“Not couldn’t. Maybe wouldn’t.”

“Kane’s not ready to start all over with another relationship so soon, Lani,” Sora warned.

“Who said anything about a relationship? She just needs to find a hunk of man who can take her mind off that creep who dumped her, even if only for one night.” Lani gave Kane a big wink.

Kane looked back over her shoulder for the big guy who had offered her a drink, but he was gone. She didn’t want to start anything with anyone, anyway—not even something as meaningless as casual sex. She just wanted to drink a little and wallow in some dance club depression here among her girlfriends.

“How are the kids, La?” Kane asked, already tired of talking about Dillon and her damage.

“Nonexistent,” Lani said. “Don’t try to change the damn subject. We’re here for you, Kane. This night is all about forgetting the past. No crazy kids. No bad relationships. No miserable yesterdays. Just right now.”

Kane wasn’t sure if Lani had said that for Kane’s benefit or for her own. Lani wore a top cut dangerously low, as if the twins might spill out if she made any sudden movements. Her exposed midriff was flat and impressive for a mother of three. Daily yoga with her personal instructor paid off. Lani’s jeans looked as tight as a pair of spandex, showing off every bulge and crevice. Lani might be thirty, but she could pass for a coed.

Asian and elegant, Sora had short hair chopped right below her ears, straight and black. Her pants were a dark navy color, pressed and perfect. She had sensible shoes that would be comfortable even after an entire day on her feet. CEO of her own business, Sora always looked like the adult in the room.

“So, what happened?” Kane asked, looking around at the men who were just looking back. It felt like a junior high prom where everyone was afraid to ask each other to dance. “The last time we went out on the town without any boys in our group, we got hit on by every guy in the club.”

“That was when we were on the other side of thirty,” Sora said.

“Hey,” Lani snapped. “Who said anyone was over thirty?”

“Well, you graduated the same year I did,” Sora replied.

“Keep it down when you’re spreading your version of the truth, Sora,” Lani hissed, looking around. She preferred that everyone believe she was ten years younger. Lani dressed like she was on a collegiate soccer team instead of as a soccer mom. Lani’s outfit was tighter than the sports bra Kane wore for Tuesday night cardio.

“The last time we went out without any of the boys was the night I met Dillon,” Kane said.

“He’s such a dee-bag,” Lani said.

“Not now, La,” Kane sighed. “I’m not ready to be angry.”

“You aren’t pissed that he gets to be a heartless son of a bitch while your heart is just broken?”

Sora flashed a warning look at Lani and Kane picked up on it. There was something Kane didn’t know—something about Dilly, something that her girlfriends didn’t think Kane was ready to learn. There was more to the story. But wasn’t there always? And didn’t it bring more hurt with it, every time?

“Love is like my beer,” Lani said, holding up a bottle freshly delivered by the bartender. “All fizzy and fun and cool at the beginning. But by the end, it gets as flat and warm as a puddle of piss.”

“You should write for Hallmark,” Sora said dryly.

Kane didn’t ask what Lani had been talking about before Sora shut her down. She wasn’t drunk enough for more truth…more hurt. She wasn’t drunk enough to ask what Lani had hinted around.

Not yet.

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Antonia Church

Romance author, traveler of the continental US, beachcomber, free spirit. Find her on Facebook.

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Saturday, September 25, 2021

Book Spotlight/#GIVEAWAY: In Deep by Bailey Bradford

In Deep by Bailey Bradford

Book 1 in the Hooked on You series

Word Count: 57,279
Book Length: NOVEL
Pages: 257

Genres:

CONTEMPORARY
EROTIC ROMANCE
GAY
GLBTQI
PARANORMAL

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Book Description

Titus wanted a summer fling—then he wanted more…

Titus Eisenhower loves his job as an elementary school teacher in a small Texas town. Sure, he has to be careful, but not being out is fine with him since he’s not interested in dating another man after his last relationship went so badly. But now he’s got the career he’s always wanted, a safe place to be and friends. Isn’t that everything he’s dreamed of?

But when he meets a man he can’t resist, Titus realizes he’s stifled a part of himself…and a part of his dream. He can’t trust another man ever again, but he can manage a little summer fling, right? Wrong—everything about the mysterious Draven calls to him, and the two share a connection Titus has never dreamed of.

That’s already mind-blowing, but learning the truth about Draven is world-shattering. With evil threatening, and old enemies closing in, Titus will have to believe in things he didn’t know were possible if he and Draven are to stand a chance…

Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of fighting, reference to murder and abusive relationships and arson.

Publisher's Note: This book was previously published as Across the Tides. It has been revised and reedited for publication with Pride Publishing.

Excerpt

“Come on, kids, let’s see if we can find any shells!” Titus Eisenhower nodded to the parent volunteers forming a human wall between the Pre-K children and the ocean, keeping the kids from getting in past their ankles. The annual field trip to the beach was one of the highlights of the school year for the kids and teachers alike.

Seeing the children’s faces lit up with joy, hearing their shrieks of—mostly—laughter, watching them run and splash in the bit of water they could reach…it made his heart swell every single time he got to take part in this trip, and this was his fifth with one of his classes.

The other teachers were at his sides, vigilant, but when it came to children and water, all parents, all adults, needed to be watching the whole group.

This year’s parents were great. He’d only had one pissed-off dad who had refused to let his child go since he couldn’t just hang out with his kid. Other than that, there’d been plenty of parent volunteers, and, wonder of wonders, they got on well, too. Last year, two of the dads had gotten into a fist fight over some perceived insult. That had been a disaster.

“God, I bet we don’t ever get such a great group of parents again,” said Stacy Evans, his best friend and colleague. She’d been hired the same year he had, and they’d become fast friends. Stacy’s bright-orange hair was all over the place as the beach breeze whipped it about. She shoved uselessly at several flapping strands. “Why, oh why don’t hair ties work for me?”

“Honey, that hair can’t be tamed any more than you can,” quipped Michelle Ochoa. She was older than Titus and Stacy, but not by too many years. “You’re as wild and powerful as the wind.”

Michelle was also Stacy’s girlfriend, though no one but Titus knew that.

Stacy laughed. “Whatever. When I’m blinded by my own hair, then what’ll I do?”

“Mr. Eisenhowew, I finded a shell!” Little Bobby Garza hopped in place as he waved a sandy glob in the air. “Wook!”

Titus grinned and jogged over to Bobby before squatting so he could be eye to eye with the boy. “Hey, you did! That’s awesome! Want to dip it in the next wave and see if we can get the sand off?”

“Yes!” Bobby’s delighted shriek made Titus’ ears ache, but the rest of him filled with sheer wonder and delight. He loved his job, and he loved the kids, loved seeing them grow and learn. It made him less cynical every time he saw the world shine in a child’s eyes.

“Then let’s do it.”

Titus got the other kids to show their treasures. A couple were upset that they didn’t find good shells, but, overall, everything was going surprisingly well.

After they’d got the kids lined up—and allowed the parent volunteers to take their kids home in their own vehicles, rather than making them ride the buses—Titus took a moment to look back at the ocean. The waves were slight, which was normal for this area of the coast. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon, so the sun was high and bright, the reflection on the water exquisite in its beauty.

“Just think…next weekend, we’re going to be here in our own beachfront condo, partying—or relaxing, more likely—for a whole seven days,” Stacy said, her soft voice breaking into Titus’ quiet appreciation of the view.

Not that he minded. He grinned at Stacy. “You and me and some margaritas,” he promised.

Stacy nodded. “Darn right. I’m so looking forward to it.”

“Me, too.” Titus and Stacy had started their beach tradition their first year at the school. Michelle and Stacy hadn’t been dating then. They’d fallen for each other a little over two years ago, but Michelle didn’t come to the beach vacations. She had prior commitments with her family in Michigan that took her away.

Titus privately thought Michelle didn’t want to intrude, and he had mixed feelings about that. He didn’t want to be a third wheel, but he hated to think Stacy might regret Michelle not being there.

“Stop brooding,” Stacy said, poking his arm. “You’re going to get wrinkles all over your forehead and around your eyes before you hit thirty if you keep doing that.”

“I wasn’t brooding,” Titus protested, immediately trying to smooth out his features.

“Yeah? Then what were you frowning at?” Stacy asked.

“Y’all need to hurry up—we have to get on the road,” Michelle called out to them.

“Oops, we’re holding everyone up.” Titus grinned, relieved at being saved from having to answer Stacy’s question.

“I’ll keep bugging you until you answer me,” Stacy promised as they rushed to the buses.

Titus could have protested, but he knew better. Besides, all he had to do was tell Stacy the truth—he didn’t want her to feel like Michelle wasn’t welcome.

But he’d keep the other truth to himself—that he was lonely, and when he’d looked out over the water, that sense of loneliness had permeated his happiness, and now, melancholy lingered in the place where joy had been. Yes, I’ll definitely keep that secret.

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 Bailey Bradford

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn't happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey's brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey's office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey's presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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Friday, September 24, 2021

New Anthology Release from Evernight Publishing/GIVEAWAY: Reluctant Groom Anthology



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Megan Slayer will be awarding a prize pack with a necklace made by the author to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

He’s older, wiser, and always gets what he wants. This wedding is happening ... whether the groom likes it or not.

Our seven hand-picked stories feature young reluctant grooms and the older men determined to claim them. These forced marriages may start out frigid, but our authors will prove that love can conquer all.

Evernight's Reluctant Groom anthology stories are sure to deliver passion that is off the charts, scorching hot sex, and sigh-worthy happy ever afters.

Worth the Risk by Allyson Young
Sins of the Father Hannah Morse
Room With a View by James Cox
Making It Real by Marie Medina
Protecting Chauncey by Cooper McKenzie
October Surprise L.J. Longo
Not So Sham Wedding by Megan Slayer


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“What do you want me to do? Stall her?” Lucas crossed his ankles and folded his arms again. “What do you think?”

He stared at Lucas. He’d known Lucas Cole for ten years and worked beside him for six of them. He was a sweet man, sexy, too, and the kind of guy he wanted to settle down with—the man he trusted. He’d been attracted to him since the first day they met. The idea of mixing work and play bothered him, but if anyone could help him out, it was Lucas. Besides, it’d give him a reason to see Lucas without thetrappings of the job. He’d always liked Lucas and wanted to take things to the next step—trying to figure out if they could be together. Now, he had the chance and he refused to squander it.

“Well? She’s in the elevator.” Lucas unfolded himself and stood. “What do you want me to do?”

“Marry me.” If he had to be a reluctant groom, then he wanted his best friend and confidante beside him.

“What?”

“It’ll put them off if I’m already engaged.” Hudson removed his prized diamond ring his father had given to him years before. He offered the jewelry to Lucas. “Marry me.” He dropped to one knee.

“Lucas?” Not quite the way he’d wanted to propose, but he’d do it over later.

“Me? They think you’re going to marry a woman.”

“I’m gay, and I’m not changing who I am for money.” He held up the ring. “Lucas?” If there was anyone in the world he loved outside of his family, it was Lucas.

“You should marry someone more suitable.” Lucas shook his head. “You need me as your assistant.” A lock of his blond hair slipped over his brow. He tightened his jaw and pressed his lips together. He could’ve been a model instead of an assistant, and he’d be the best one out there because he embodied sexy boy-next-door. He might be younger than Hudson, but Hudson didn’t care. He’d fallen for Lucas a long time ago.

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Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

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Thursday, September 23, 2021

Blurb Tour/GIVEAWAY: The Lady and the Texan

 


Check out the newest book from author Bobbi Smith, The Lady and the Texan. Get ready for the adventure, the romance and more. The author is giving away a $10 amazon or BN gift card during the tour so make sure to enter the giveaway. You can find all the tour stops HERE. This tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions.


GENRE: Historical Romance (Sequel to Lady Deception)


BLURB:

 

The Lady and the Texan

 

The Lady

 

A firebrand since the day she was born, Amanda Taylor always stood up for what she believed in. Growing up in Texas, she could ride and shoot with the best of the boys before being sent back East for a more refined education. A firm believer in women’s rights, she was not going to let any man control her—especially a man like the rough-and-ready gunslinger Jack Logan, who had been sent by her father to escort her safely back to Texas.

 

The Texan

 

After a deadly run-in with the infamous El Diablo, Jack Logan left the Texas Rangers, no longer able to trust his instincts—or any woman. He knew Dan Taylor’s daughter was trouble, and yet her defiant spirit only spurred his hunger for her. Jack discovered that keeping the dark-haired tigress at bay was a lot harder than outsmarting the outlaws who were after him—and surrendering to the sweet fury in her arms was a heck of a lot riskier.

Excerpt One:

 

Jack Logan was not in the best mood as he stared out the window of his hired carriage. He’d thought it would be simple, traveling to Philadelphia to escort Amanda Taylor back to Texas to her father. He’d made it to the Randall home, but had been informed that Amanda was spending the night at a friend’s home. He’d headed there, only to discover she wasn’t there either. The servant had given him an address where the young women had gone and now as the carriage drew to a stop in front of a bar, Jack shook his head in disbelief. He had no idea what Amanda Taylor would be doing here.

 

There was a crowd gathered, and he could hear shouts coming the bar. He hurried inside. The sight that greeted him left him stunned. Six axe-wielding women were smashing every table, glass and bottle of liquor in the saloon.

 

“Down with demon liquor!” one woman shouted.

 

“What the hell is going on?” the bartender bellowed.

 

“We are here to save souls!” the women of the temperance movement responded.

 

Jack pulled out the tintype Dan had given him of Amanda. If one of these battleaxes was Amanda Taylor, he had to get her out of there fast.

 

The bartender snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the counter when a raven-haired woman confronted him.

 

“Put that bottle down!” she ordered. “We’re here to destroy this blight upon our land!”

 

“You swing that axe and I’m sending for the law!”

 

She did and he did.

 

“You men! Get the constable!”

 

Several men bolted out the door to get help.

 

Jack recognized the woman as Amanda, and he knew he had to make his move now. The last thing he wanted to do was bail her out of jail. True, she was armed and might prove dangerous, but he’d dealt with worse than her before and survived.

 

“I’ll handle her.” Jack’s tone was so deadly and serious, the bartender stopped his advance.

 

Amanda lifted her axe again to shatter another bottle, and Jack made his move. He snared her around the waist and jerked her back against him, twisting the weapon out of her grip.

 

“Unhand me, you fiend!” Amanda cried out in alarm as she found herself pinned against a hard male body in an unyielding grip.

 

“Shut up!” he ground out, tossing her axe aside.

 

Amanda fought him with all her might, but his strength was overpowering.

 

Time was of the essence, so Jack gave up the effort to treat her like a lady. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She went still, and he smiled grimly as he disappeared out the door with her. He had to get her back to Texas to her father.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

After working as a department manager for Famous-Barr, and briefly as a clerk at a bookstore,

Bobbi gave up on career security and began writing. She sold her first book to Zebra in 1982.

Since then, Bobbi has written over 40 books and 6 novellas. To date, there are more than five

million copies of her novels in print. She has been awarded the prestigious Romantic Times

Storyteller Award and two Career Achievement Awards. Her books have appeared on the New

York Times Best Seller List, the USA Today Best Seller List and the Wal-Mart Best Seller List.

The rights to Ms. Smith’s books have been sold to China, France, Germany, India, Israel,

Russia and Sweden. Bobbi has also written two faith-based contemporary novels – Haven and

Miracles – using the pseudonym Julie Marshall.

 

http://www.Bobbismithauthor.com

 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B074B4J9ZY/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i27


Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Book Spotlight/GIVEAWAY: Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That

 


Check out the new book by Zhanna Hamilton, Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That and get ready for a wild ride from start to end. Also make sure to enter the tour wide giveaway as well for Zhanna Hamilton will be awarding a $75 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. All tour stops are found HERE and this tour is sponsored by Goddess Fish Promotions.

Talking with author Zhanna Hamilton:

Fire off five words to describe your series: 

Dystopia. Love. Resilience. Cyberpunk rebellion.

 

What are you currently reading? 

I am currently reading “Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype” by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D. 

I first came across this book many years ago, but it went right over my young head. Now, I appreciate and understand the author’s wisdom.

 

Give us an out of context quote from your series to warm our hearts: 

“In my eyes, being against a corrupt government meant you loved the solar system more than those who complied.”

 

Name one song or artist that gets you fired up: 

Nicki Minaj.

 

Anything you have the burning desire to say?

 Some of your favorite actors or singers might already be Blank fans. To see celebrity reaction videos about The Blank Series, head over to my Instagram.

 

Advice for newly sparking writers in three sentences or less: 

Read everything. Good writing is rewriting. Keep going.

 

Which of your characters would you want to share a campfire with, and why? 

For their superhuman capabilities, I’d want Aura and Zen there. But for charm and humor, we’d need to invite Arlo.

 

What is next on your writerly horizon? 

“You’re Dead to Me, Cupcake” will be my next release on Wattpad, which is the 5th short story of The Blank Series. Readers can follow me on Wattpad to make sure they never miss a new installment. For the best experience, read this femme fatale science fiction series in chronological order.

 


GENRE:   Science Fiction

The book will be Free during the tour.

The Blank Series blurb:


A former human turned military spy bot escapes the oppressive Solar Government, leaving behind a secret that turns order into chaos. Now, she’s being hunted.

Blurb for Blank: Madam Doesn't Like That (Short Story 4 of The Blank Series):
An unexpected visit from sex bots turns into a secret mission with deadly consequences.

 Excerpt One:

 

There, on the grey bricks of a side street building was a graffitied image of blue hair and red lips. The first image bots see when they contract the Code. A look cloned by thousands who swore they were the real Blank.

 

He went somewhere in his mind, searching for a memory of her. A happy one. They all seemed sad now.

           

Where are you?

 

He looked away from the wall--but he couldn’t escape her. The farther they went, the more propaganda popped up. Painted on windows. Wrapped around poles. Scribbled on sidewalks.

 

BLANK IS AN ALIEN! BLANK IS A LIE! BLANK SHAPESHIFTS! LONG LIVE BLANK! WHO IS BLANK?

 

Zen met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

 

“Forget her,” she said. “You’re parallel lines now.”

           

He wanted to forget. To leave her behind as anonymous wall art.

 

How?

 

 About the Author

Zhanna Hamilton is a science fiction writer and the creator of The Blank Series. In May 2019, she released the first installment of the scifi series on Wattpad, “Blank: Begin Again,” which has been named in the top 100 list of femme fatale stories and chosen as an “Undiscovered Stories” Wattpad Pick on the independent storytelling platform--home to 90 million readers worldwide. Readers and future readers can follow Hamilton on Twitter at www.twitter.com/ZhannaHamilton.  

 

Read “Blank: Begin Again (Short Story 1 of The Blank Series)” on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/Blank-BeginAgain

 

Read “Blank: Where Do Machines Go When They Die? (Short Story 2 of The Blank Series)” on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/WhereDoMachinesGoWhenTheyDie

 

Read “Blank: You Heard Me (Short Story 3 of The Blank Series)” on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/YouHeardMe

 

Read “Blank: Madam Doesn’t Like That (Short Story 4 of The Blank Series)” on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/MadamDoesntLikeThat

 

Follow The Blank Series on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/TheBlankSeries

 

Follow Zhanna Hamilton on Wattpad:

https://bit.ly/ZhannaHamiltononWattpad

 

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Tour Wide Giveaway

Zhanna Hamilton will be awarding a $75 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


New release spotlight/Giveaway: Sin City Wolf: Hunt by January Bain



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. January Bain will be awarding a $50 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

To be chosen is everything.
Billionaires. Scholars. Relic hunters.
Alessandro and Maximus Luceres are a united force and dangerous wolves to cross. Members of the powerful House of Luceres, they have spent their lifetimes searching the world over for the Lupus Sanguis Chalice, the fabled wolf blood chalice reputed to save the life of a human bitten by a werewolf during the first full moon.

But never in all their travels did the twins expect to find their possible Forever Mate, much less discover the beautiful Trinity Wells to be in league with their sworn enemies, the nefarious House of Ribelle, who are seeking the precious chalice by any means necessary and want Trinity to mate with one of their own.

Shockingly, Trinity is bitten by a Nomad wolf, starting the clock ticking down to her possibly fatal transformation and making the discovery of the chalice all that more vital.

Will Trinity survive the change…and unite the pair of brothers rivaling to be her Forever Mates?


Read an Excerpt

Three weeks later Alessandro Luceres crept up the steep stone steps of Rocco Maggiore Castle, listening intently. The ancient fortress was built on a rocky promontory, the tower jutting out over the valley below. The image of a great battle filled his mind. It had been between a priest and a suspected werewolf, and the man of God had struck down the beast with a silver crucifix, killing him on the spot. It was a legend not even the townspeople knew of as the priest had also died soon after of his injuries, never to regain consciousness. Their spirits lingered still, linked by mortal combat. He crossed himself, offering a whispered prayer of release in Italian, “Possa la vostra anima trovare rifugio e guarigione in Cielo.”

“I doubt their souls will ever find refuge and healing in heaven, brother,” Maximus said. His twin spared him a backward glance as he climbed the steps two at a time. With their mind connection, he’d caught a glimpse of what Maximus had planned for after the job, which explained his hurried actions. He had his sights focused on a certain female.

“If we find it, there will be more than enough healing to go around,” Alessandro mused. No drawing existed of the Lupus Sanguis Chalice they were hunting. With it made from the bone and blood of the original wolf, its legendary status had kept a handful of treasure hunters fascinated for centuries, the quest handed down from father to son. Could it really do what it was purported to do? Ease the transformation of human to wolf? If so, the House of Luceres stood on the threshold of a brand-new era, unlike any that had come before. Finally, their numbers could grow, giving them increased strength in the modern world…if care was taken in the process.

“Where’s the faith, brother? It could very well be here. The chalice has to be somewhere, right?”

Maximus had always had an excess of confidence. Some might call it hubris. Perhaps his legendary skills at anything he pursued was reason enough. “We can’t be certain. Maybe it was never meant to be found. It will change things—maybe too much. If it ever fell into the wrong hands, think of what might happen?”

Alessandro shivered, imagining a vast horde of werewolves being created and taking over the world. As it stood now, few humans survived a werewolf bite. The majority of the Luceres numbers were from an ancient bloodline from the founding of Rome, and they were blessed with the DNA of the original wolf, guaranteeing a smooth change. They still found one of their original number on occasion, like his alpha and brother’s Forever Mate, Everly Affini. But it happened so rarely now that too many males were without their mate. And moon sickness lurked for those unable to forge a permanent bond.

“Shush, I hear something.”

A slight furtive scratching echoed in the vaulted staircase. Maximus pointed ahead. In the tower. Human. A faint hint of wolf gave him pause. What was this?

About the Author:
January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and fast-paced thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create a series that features strong women who don’t take life too seriously, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with two furry babies trying to prove who does a better job of guarding the doorway. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook, twitter and writes a weekly blog about her journey on Blogger. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

Blog Address: http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca
Twitter Name: https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/january.bain
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6437282.January_Bain

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Hunt-Sin-City-Wolf-Book-ebook/dp/B09B7QQ996/

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Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Release Blitz: When Sparks Fly

“Helena Hunting is quickly making her way as one of the top voices in romance”
--RT Reviews

When Sparks Fly, an all-new emotional and hilarious friends-to-lovers standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is available now!

Charming, hilarious, and emotional...When Sparks Fly is Helena Hunting at her very best!

Avery Spark is living her best life. Between her friends, her sisters, and Spark House, the event hotel her family owns, she doesn’t have much time for anything else, especially relationships. She’d rather hang out with her best friend and roommate, Declan McCormick, than deal with the dating scene. But everything changes when she is in a car accident and needs someone to care for her as she heals.

Declan avoids relationships, giving him a playboy reputation that he lives up to when he puts a one-night stand ahead of a promise he made to Avery. While he may not have been the one driving the car, he feels responsible for Avery’s injuries and is determined to make it up to her by stepping into the role of caretaker.

Little did they know that the more time they spend in compromising positions, the attraction they’ve been refusing to acknowledge becomes impossible to ignore. When they finally give in to the spark between them, neither is prepared for the consequences. Their love is fragile and all it will take is a blow from the past to shatter it all.

Grab your copy today!
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About Helena Hunting

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

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New Release Spotlight/#GIVEAWAY: American Royalty

American Royalty by Antonia Church General Release Date: 21st September 2021 Word Count: 80,050 Book Length: SUPER NOVEL Pages:   307 Gen...