Blog Tour & Giveaway For COMING HOME By Aine Kelley

Title: Coming Home
Author: Aine Kelley
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2017
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Five years spent wishing things were different.
Five years spent trying to forget it ever happened.
Five years spent wondering what coming home would be like.
Five years spent hoping there was still a chance.
For Jenny Foster, coming home was the scariest thing she’d ever faced, but she was tired of being haunted by the one boy – man – she’d ever loved. She was tired of hiding in the shadows of her childhood; it was time to be the woman she ran away to find.
Jack Ryan knew he only had one chance to make things right with Jenny; a chance he didn’t deserve, but he knew he wouldn’t waste it. It had already taken him a lifetime to see what was right in front of him all along, and he’d be damned if he let her slip away again.
Maybe time heals most wounds, but when it comes to wounds of the heart, Jenny knows time only builds walls to protect what’s already broken. Only love can heal a wounded heart, and for Jenny Foster that meant letting in the one person who broke it in the first place – Jack Ryan.
And he was waiting for her; ready for her to come home…to him.

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Aine Kelley is a Massachusetts native who resides in a small seaside community outside of Boston. Besides her immense love for her two girls, she's a huge fan of her Patriots. Bruins and Red Sox! She's a one click addict and loves getting lost in a story. Like her strong female characters in her books, she's a huge 80's movie lover, book addict and a music freak! Her love of words, books, beta reading for authors and reviewing for a blog, led her down this crazy yet exciting writing path. Her motto is: Live freely, laugh heartily and love deeply.

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Cover Reveal For MISTAKE NO. 7 by Laura P Avery

Title: Mistake No. 7
Author: Laura P Avery
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: May 19, 2017
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I have a history of making mistakes with men - #married, #bad boy, #narcissist ... you get the idea
In fact, mistake no.6 just dumped me, and boy, do I need a break from men. My best friend won’t have it though, she knows “the sweetest guy” for me… no thanks!
You see, I like my men with an edge, and sweet won’t cut it. Take my history professor Rick Carter for example, he’s not your typical professor. He’s smoking hot, and when I’m at his lectures… well, let’s just say English lit is the last thing on my mind, #squirming in seat.
Of course, he’s just a fantasy, a dirty little daydream, I mean I’m 21 and he’s at least 32 and we move in different circles, in fact, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist.

There’s no way he could ever turn out to be mistake no.7… is there?

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"This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath, setting the bucket of cleaning supplies on the porch while I waited for my client to answer the door. Mr. Evans had assured me that they would be there first thing in the morning to let me in before giving me a key.

Footsteps approached the front door. I found myself holding my breath in anticipation.

Please don't be an old pervert, I willed.

The door opened and I felt a rush of warm air.

My body nearly shut down when I saw the person who opened the door. It was none other than my young English lit professor, Rick Carter. There he stood in nothing but a pair of red boxers, a sheen of perspiration on his tanned skin and his muscles bulging as if he'd been working out. My eyes took in his broad shoulders, his hard cut abs and, against my will, were drawn to his boxers, which covered what appeared to be a very sizeable bulge.

When I looked back up he was grinning.

My heart pounded in the base of my throat as he, in turn, gave me in my stupid, too tight uniform a once over. His gaze left hot trails on my skin.

He arched an eyebrow lecherously.

"So you're my maid then?" he asked, without an ounce of recognition.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment and for the longest moment I couldn't speak. I was struck dumb.

"Hello?"

"I-I-" I stumbled over my words like an idiot. "I'm sorry, Professor Carter. I didn't realize that you were the one who-"

"Wait!" he said, sharply. "You know me?"

I suppose I couldn't blame him for not recognizing me. After all, I had my hair pulled back tightly, and had let Tess do my makeup - not to mention the outfit I was wearing. In class I always dressed for comfort - jeans and sweaters were my go to.

"I'm in your class," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "It's me, Rebecca. Rebecca Black. We talked the other day? I'm in your advanced senior writing course."

Recognition filled his eyes.

"Oh, Christ! Miss Black! Of course - the daydreamer. Wow!" He ran a hand through his messy brown hair with a small sheepish grin that sent my heart fluttering. "I didn't recognize you all… I mean so h… you look different out of class."

"The uniform is a job requirement," I said, almost apologetically as I smoothed a hand over my hair. "And I don't usually wear makeup."

"Well you look… great," he said, and pushed the door open as his eyes flicked over my body again. "I'm sorry. I should've recognized you. Well, come on in, you must be freezing."

I wasn't freezing. In fact, I felt feverish. And it only got worse as I squeezed past, bumping against his bare chest as he ushered me through the door…

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Release Blitz & Giveaway For ALL OF ME, ALL OF YOU by Vanessa M. Thibeault

Book Title: All of Me, All of You
Author: Vanessa M. Thibeault
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: April 9, 2017
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Neither Emily nor Anika expected to fall in love at this point in their lives: young children, messy marriages and exhausting work loads kept these two friends busy and tired. After a failed attempt to spice up Anika’s marriage and Emily struggling to gain the dedication she needed from her own husband, the two women found the love and support they had been craving. Both women had become so caught up in creating the family they lacked growing up, they pushed aside their needs to fill the emptiness that still haunted them. All of Me, All of You touches on the very real fight that everyday women have between their true desires and who society expects them to be.

Vanessa is a mother of two intelligent little girls who keep her on her toes daily. She is working towards her bachelor of arts degree through Thompson Rivers University with a major in English. She currently runs a daycare from her home as well as facilitates 0-6 programs in her community. Vanessa spends her days reading and gardening; making memories with her children. Vanessa spends many of her evenings with close friends enjoying good wine and conversation. She would like to travel and explore the world one day. She currently resides in Southern British Columbia where she enjoys warm summers and mild winters, where she can enjoy the outdoors. Vanessa also has a published piece in Transcendent Publishing’s The Peacemakers: Restoring Love in the World through Stories of Compassion and Wisdom (2016).

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Release Tour For BOTTOM OF THE Sky By Shae Ross

Title: Bottom of the Sky

Author: Shae Ross

Genre: New Adult, Romantic Suspense

Release Date: Mar 21, 2017

Format: Digital, Paperback

Tragedy set his course for revenge.

One woman stands in his way.

Tragedy set his course for revenge. One woman stands in his way.

John
The last thing I need is to be saddled with the on-the-run niece of the family I’m about to take down. Gianna Silva wants me to help her find her missing mother. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry—namely, her cousins Stefano and Santos Silva. I’m working on the inside, feeding information to the FBI, and I'm about to drop the net on their ring of counterfeiters. To keep Gianna out of my way, I’ve agreed to help her but under one condition: What I say goes. No questions. No pushback. I make the rules.

The problem is Gianna Silva doesn’t know the meaning of the word “rule” and she’s on to me. For two years, I’ve hidden my true identity behind a wall built from stone-cold revenge. I thought it was indestructible—especially against someone with the last name of Silva—the family I’ve vowed to destroy…

Gianna
If I could find my missing mom by myself I would, but the only enemies she’s ever had are my dead father and his powerful family. Confronting the Silvas alone is too dangerous. I need an insider who knows how to play their game. John Rossi, with his cool, bad-boy confidence and access to the family is my best hope. I’ve bargained away the last dollar in my savings account in exchange for his help, but I’m beginning to think I made a deal with the devil.

I didn’t expect his rules to include sharing a cabin—and a bedroom with him—northwest of Nowheresville. I don’t trust him, or my attraction to him. But to find my mom, I’ll break every one of his damn rules, regardless of the consequences…

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“Gianna…it’s just a dream.” He’s lying on his side, drawing me out with the soothing voice and steady gaze.
The breathless squeeze in my lungs eases. Awareness dawns, and I become conscious of how close our bodies are. Warmth slips from under the splayed fingers, spreading slowly, travelling lower and weighing down my belly. I should turn away, but a part of me wants to pick up his hand, roll onto my side, and pull him over me like a cape. If only I could.
Reality returns in a blink: Who he is, who I am and what this is all about. My mom. My family. The nightmare’s not real, but reality seems worse.
“You’re all right, Gia. I’ve got you. Right here.”
His fingers move, stroking my bare skin gently, and his tone is filled with resolute assurance. Flecks of amber swim in the moonlit green irises.
I force a dry swallow then turn before my face cracks. “Gia” is the other nickname my uncle used. I squeeze my lids, nodding as if I agree. But I don’t. Tightness builds in my chest, moving into my throat. His words are just a hollow reminder.
Nobody has me. Nobody’s ever had me.
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He stops and flips upright in the middle of the moonlit river. His hands hold my waist as our feet cycle. “Why are we stopping?” I ask.
“So you can kiss me.”
His hands catch my ribcage lifting me as he tows me in.
My palms flatten against his slick, hard chest. “I make the rules, right?”
He shakes his head, and a wicked smile sprouts from the perfectly shaped lips. “This is no man’s land…the river is ruled by nature.”
His grin widens, ripping something open in my heart, and I think maybe this isn’t such a bad thing. He obviously needs the distraction and so do I.
I meet his kiss. His head slants over mine, and I open for him, sucking him in. Our bodies bob from the force of his treading feet, keeping both of us afloat. His hand slides to my back, slinging me in flush to his body. My breath jams in my throat when I feel him, thick and hard against my stomach, teasing the nerves gathered low in my belly.
“John…” I break the kiss and gasp a short breath. “I need to conserve some energy if I’m going to make it to the other side.”
He chuckles softly, twirling our bodies until we’re in the current again, but when I stroke to swim beside him, he glides underneath me, looping one of my hands over his shoulder and the other under his chest. I surf his back as he swims, resting my cheek on the wet strands of his hair, feeling the muscles of his chest moving under my fingertips with each stroke. Weightless and languid, water floods my limbs, caressing my bones. I’m floating through the Sky as if I’m on my way to heaven..
After several moments, John’s body shifts and his arm contracts. He’s caught the ladder to his dock, supporting our weight with one hand. He dips a shoulder and swings me in front of him. I point my toe and find a slippery rung. The ladder sinks as he steps onto the rung below mine, brushing my back with wet skin, gripping the rails and cocooning me with warmth.
Everything about this moment makes me want to stop and take it in.
I sway into him feeling his cheek brush my temple. He curves around me, dropping a hand to my stomach. I arch as it travels up and his knuckles graze my cleavage, prickling the sensitive skin. A voice inside echoes this isn’t me as his fingers continue upward, sliding to the side of my neck, but this is me with John.
“If you don’t want this, Gianna…” his voice sounds almost tortured. “Climb up.”
My toes curl, standing firm on the rung, submerged like anchors. His mouth lowers to the side of my neck, and I tilt giving him full access.
“If you don’t climb up now, I’ll keep touching you…”

Shae Ross grew up in Ferndale, Michigan. She attended Michigan State University and continued her education at Detroit College of Law. Prior to 2014, she spent the majority of her career practicing corporate law and engaged in entrepreneurial ventures.

After having too many stressful days at the office, she decided to pursue her dream of writing and published her first romance novel in January of 2015. She loves strong heroines and sexy, alpha heroes who deliver stories filled with sass, smarts and sizzle.

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Release Blitz & Giveaway For ALTERCATION By Mignon Mykel

ALTERCATION

by Mignon Mykel
Playmaker Duet #1
Publication Date: March 28, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, New Adult

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Sometimes it's the fight that proves your worth.

Porter Prescott spent years fighting to be his own person.

His goal of playing for a hockey club not associated with the Prescott name finally comes true.

But just as he's leaving for the next chapter in his life, he meets her.

Asher Spence spent a lifetime learning she was worthless and unwanted.

She learned that sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself, and even then, you can fail.

What starts out as picture perfect can only come crumbling down.

No one listened to her pleas before,

Why should they listen to them now that she's found a place to finally call home?

But sometimes, it's the fight that takes you out of the game.

This DUET can be read as a standalone from the Prescott Family series. However, please note that this is book one in a duet. Book two, Holding, will be releasing within three weeks of Altercation's release, concluding the duet.

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Sometimes holding on, impedes moving on.

First comes love, then comes marriage...

But before the ceremony could start, Porter's world was knocked off it's axis.

He fought for years to break down Asher's walls, to see past her ghosts...but some ghosts may be too hard to fight.

Asher knew better than to believe she could keep her past in the past,

Keep the filth of who she was, from touching the Prescott family.

But as badly as she wants to keep Porter away

...she needs his family more.

What you see is what you get...

And even the most astute eyes can't see the biggest ghost.

Sometimes holding on is the only choice you have.

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Mignon Mykel is the author of the Prescott Family series, as well as the short-novella erotic romance series, O’Gallagher Nights. When not sitting at Starbucks writing whatever her characters tell her to, you can find her hiking in the mountains of her new home in Arizona.

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Launch Day Blitz For LONG ROAD HOME by Marie Meyer

LONG ROAD HOME 

 Marie Meyer 

Mar 7, 2017

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Sometimes getting lost is the only way to find your way home…

 I’m grateful for many things—my work, my apartment, my amazing friends.  But after that night years ago, I’m left with an aching weight I can’t escape.  And it’s keeping me from living and loving the way I desperately want.  So when a ruggedly handsome cop pulls me over, I’m shocked by what just the sight of him does to me—stirring up feelings I didn’t think were possible again.  

Cayden Sinclair is undoubtedly one of the good guys.  A former Marine who’s so sexy I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.  But there are things I’m not ready to share, things that could change everything between us.  Cayden deserves to have the life he’s always wanted—which means walking away from him.  But I don’t know if I’ll ever find the strength to let him go…

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Marie Meyer is a teacher who spends her days in the classroom and her nights writing heartfelt romances. She is a proud mommy and enjoys helping her oldest daughter train for the Special Olympics, making up silly stories with her youngest daughter, and binging on weeks of DVR'd television with her husband.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway For CALL ME, POPPY by Avery Aster

Book Title: Call Me, Poppy
Author: Avery Aster
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: Feb 7, 2017
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"Don't tell my besties this juicy tidbit: I don't know him at all. It's like Yves Remy has no past. He refuses to tell me where he's from. My friends Taddy, Lex, Blake, and Vive think he's just been released from prison. Determined to find out just who this orgasm-inducing, hung, inked, muscled bad boy with the deep French accent that makes my insides melt into liquid buttah is--I'm doing my own sleuthing.
Remy makes all of my erotic fantasies come true. First, it was in the way he kissed me: intense Frenching. Then, it was how he took ownership over my body and laid claim to every inch of my virginal flesh as he dominated me into the kinkiest submission scenarios imaginable. Lately, he's been giving me Cartier jewelry and telling me how to dress: in Chanel. Yes, I love a man who takes control and knows what he wants. Who doesn't? But this is cray-cray. Where does his money come from? I don't know him at all.
The Manhattanites suspect Yves is the thief who broke into my dorm room a few months ago and stole my diaries. Uh-huh. I bet he's been reading them, too. How else would he know to do all the things that drive me wild? I have to put an end to these sex games he's playing because I'm afraid something bad might happen. Should I call the police and tell them I know who the infamous college campus burglar is? But, damn, his body is just too frickin' good. WTF am I gonna do?" --Poppy White, college junior, talk show host, and Steeler's Fan.

Most girls in this situation, I imagine, would naturally whip around to get a good look at him, then start firing off questions like, “What school do you go to?” and twirling their hair.
Not me.
I couldn’t give a flip. I just wanna freakin’ dance.
I press my backside against his crotch, teasing him, shaking my thang, then lift my hand up in the air to show that I’m having a blast.
All of a sudden, his hands, big and strong, come down over my bare shoulders, sending a pulsating charge through my body that causes every inch of my flesh to tingle.
“Bonsoir,” he mutters in my ear in a deep baritone voice. I whirl around to face him.
“You’re French?”
“Qui.” He turns around, showing me his backside and hiding his face.
“Ohhhh. Two can play at this game, buddy.” Thinking I’m all male and stuff, I get right up behind him, slide my hands into his front pockets, and press myself against him.
He laughs and mutters some words that I don’t understand.
I giggle too, wishing I had paid better attention in French class. I couldn’t stand my teacher in high school, Madame Boulanger. The woman hated me, said I’d never amount to much in life unless I learned French. I’d argued that I’d originally wanted to learn Spanish, but that class was full, so was stuck with Madame Boulanger.
We move to the music, finishing the song.
Just as he’s about to turn, I release my hands and do the same. Slowly I walk over to the far wall. He follows, our hips meshed together as one.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” I ask, glaring up at him in utter fascination.
“No, mademoiselle.”
Oh God. This is crazy hot.
We’re in the dark, so I can’t see him very well, but I have to look, at least to see if he has a nice face or not. To be honest, with that accent, he could resemble Herman Munster and I’ll still be turned on by him. I mean, from what I can tell he’s gotta be 6’4. Ohhh, and those hands. They look like football player hands. You know, the kind that can rip your panties of in one fell swoop.
I put my fingers up to his lips.
He bites playfully down on them and wraps his arms around me.
“Kiss me,” I mutter.
He leans down and plants one on my lips. First slow and tender, but as the heat between us becomes scorching hot, his tongue goes deeper as if fucking my face with it. Oh. My. God. In. Out. He nibbles on my bottom lip. Presses me closer to him, tongue diving deeper. His hands cradle my skull.
Fuck. Yes. Now. Take me now. Please.
I take his left hand with my right and edge my skirt up around my waist. Leaning my body onto his, his fingers find their way to my pussy lips. He squeezes them, gently at first, then firmly.
I’m going to be soaking wet. Yup. Any second now. Buckets galore.
“Feel good, mademoiselle?”
“Yes. Finger me. Please.” Turning around, I face the wall. His lips nuzzle at my ears. His hands are up my skirt, his fingers playing with my clit.
“Je serai poète et toi poésie.”
“I'll be a poet, and you'll be poetry,” I repeat his words back in English, the French coming back to me.
Thank you, Madame Boulanger!
God. The mere sound of them makes me wet. Literally.
He pulls his finger out and licks it. “Bien.” Then shoves two deep inside me.
“You’re tight, mademoiselle.” His firm cock, concealed in his jeans but seemingly ready to bust loose at any minute under that zipper, presses against my ass.
Gyrating my hips and taking his hands, I pant, “Oh God. I’m going to come. Tell me your name. Please.”
“Yves,” he mutters, whipping me around to face him. His mouth hovers over mine. “Come while I kiss you.”
And so I do. I come like I’ve never come before: in the dark, in a nightclub, in a stranger’s arms.
The music is a muffled bass in my ears as he holds me tight. My legs feel weak. I’m soaking wet. I bite down on my tongue as the final wave of the orgasm rocks through me. Squinting my eyes shut tight, bright colors burst behind my eyelids.
Everything is going in slow motion. That is until I hear a familiar voice shouting for me.

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