Tuesday, 19 February 2019

RELEASE BLITZ: Overture by Skye Warren




Title: Overture
Series: North Security #1
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 19, 2019



Blurb

Forbidden fruit never tasted this sweet…

The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth—the desire she harbors for her guardian.

Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She’s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.

No matter how bad he aches for one taste.

Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier’s defenses, but there’s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.

She’s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.







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Excerpt

Rest, Liam told me.
He’s right about a lot of things. Maybe he’s right about this. I climb onto the cool pink sheets, hoping that a nap will suddenly make me content with this quiet little life.
Even though I know it won’t.
Besides, I’m too wired to actually sleep. The white lace coverlet is both delicate and comfy. It’s actually what I would have picked out for myself, except I didn’t pick it out. I’ve been incapable of picking anything, of choosing anything, of deciding anything as part of some deep-seated fear that I’ll be abandoned.
The coverlet, like everything else in my life, simply appeared.
And the person responsible for its appearance? Liam North.
I climb under the blanket and stare at the ceiling. My body feels overly warm, but it still feels good to be tucked into the blankets. The blankets he picked out for me.
It’s really so wrong to think of him in a sexual way. He’s my guardian, literally. Legally. And he has never done anything to make me think he sees me in a sexual way.
This is it. This is the answer.
I don’t need to go skinny dipping in the lake down the hill. Thinking about Liam North in a sexual way is my fast car. My parachute out of a plane.
My eyes squeeze shut.
That’s all it takes to see Liam’s stern expression, those fathomless green eyes and the glint of dark blond whiskers that are always there by late afternoon. And then there’s the way he touched me. My forehead, sure, but it’s more than he’s done before. That broad palm on my sensitive skin.
My thighs press together. They want something between them, and I give them a pillow. Even the way I masturbate is small and timid, never making a sound, barely moving at all, but I can’t change it now. I can’t moan or throw back my head even for the sake of rebellion.
But I can push my hips against the pillow, rocking my whole body as I imagine Liam doing more than touching my forehead. He would trail his hand down my cheek, my neck, my shoulder.
Repressed. I’m so repressed it’s hard to imagine more than that.
I make myself do it, make myself trail my hand down between my breasts, where it’s warm and velvety soft, where I imagine Liam would know exactly how to touch me.
You’re so beautiful, he would say. Your breasts are perfect.
Because Imaginary Liam wouldn’t care about big breasts. He would like them small and soft with pale nipples. That would be the absolute perfect pair of breasts for him.
And he would probably do something obscene and rude. Like lick them.
My hips press against the pillow, almost pushing it down to the mattress, rocking and rocking. There’s not anything sexy or graceful about what I’m doing. It’s pure instinct. Pure need.
The beginning of a climax wraps itself around me. Claws sink into my skin. There’s almost certain death, and I’m fighting, fighting, fighting for it with the pillow clenched hard.
“Oh fuck.”
The words come soft enough someone else might not hear them. They’re more exhalation of breath, the consonants a faint break in the sound. I have excellent hearing. Ridiculous, crazy good hearing that had me tuning instruments before I could ride a bike.
My eyes snap open, and there’s Liam, standing there, frozen. Those green eyes locked on mine. His body clenched tight only three feet away from me. He doesn’t come closer, but he doesn’t leave.
Orgasm breaks me apart, and I cry out in surprise and denial and relief. “Liam.
It goes on and on, the terrible pleasure of it. The wrenching embarrassment of coming while looking into the eyes of the man who raised me for the past six years.






Author Bio

Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat. 



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COVER REVEAL: One & Only You by Tabatha Vargo & Senna Daniels


Title: One & Only You
Author: Tabatha Vargo & Senna Daniels
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 5, 2019
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers


One & Only You is a STANDALONE novella (45k words) 



I’m walking down the aisle and toward the man I’ve loved almost all of my life. He’s wearing a black tux and a sexy grin. His sable eyes devour me, making promises of a honeymoon I’ll never forget.

Everything is beautiful. It’s the moment I’ve always dreamed of. It’s almost perfect, except, Wyatt James isn’t my groom and this isn’t my wedding. 
It’s my identical twin sister’s.

We’ve been switching places all of our lives, but I never thought she’d take it this far. And once I say I do, there’s no going back.








“I, Wyatt Alexander James, take you, Allison Leigh Banks, to be my wedded wife…”

I was going to be sick. Either that, or I was going to faint, right there in front of Wyatt and the pastor. In front of everyone, nearly every person I had ever known in my entire life, assembled in St. Matthew’s Church in what was being called the wedding of the year.

Hundreds of people sat in the pews, their eyes locked on Wyatt and me in rapt fascination as we exchanged vows. Everyone was engrossed in the wedding of Allison Banks and Wyatt James.

The problem was, I wasn’t Allison Banks.

I was the bride’s identical twin sister, Addison Banks, or Addy as my family liked to call me, and I was completely insane for going along with such a ridiculous scheme.

No.

I wasn’t my brazen and ballsy sister, Allison. I was me, the shyest person in the free world, and I was literally seconds from throwing up. Right there at the altar of the statuesque, historic church, in front of the world, I was going to blow chunks.

I fixed my eyes on the peekaboo pearl-dotted heels Allison had chosen for her wedding. They were a bit big on my feet, and I could barely walk in them considering I was more of a comfortable flats kind of girl.

Beyond the shoes I was wearing was the intricate swirls of the marble flooring beneath my feet. The twirls of blue and gray marble were blurry since I was going without my glasses. I kept having to blink away the blur to keep myself from getting even dizzier. 

A few fluffs of dust swam in the candlelight and the afternoon light flowing through the stained-glass windows of the church in shades of blues and reds. And the overly sweet scents of the blood red rose bushes mixed with baby’s breath assaulted my senses, adding to my nausea.

I swallowed, my throat dry and scratchy. A dribble of nervous sweat slid between my shoulders, making me long to reach behind me and scratch my bare back.

I should have been a bridesmaid, tucked away to the side blending in with the other bridesmaids. Instead, I was standing there with Wyatt in front of a pre-lit arch, wrapped in silvery deco mesh and even more roses.

I was lying in the house of the Lord. I could practically feel his disapproving glare upon me. Just thinking it, made my heart rate speed up and I sucked in a loud gasp of air as panic shook me.

Calm.

I needed to stay calm.

But how was that even possible when I was playing a part in the biggest deception ever?




 



Tabatha is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for her sexy adult romance Little Black Book.
Tabatha writes in all genres, including adult and new adult, and isn't afraid to venture into the dark side on occasion, as she proved with her dark, prison romance, Slammer. 
She's an avid reader of all things smutty and the writer of sexy stories featuring redeemable alpha bad boys and sweet, strong women.
Her other loves include her children, her loving, supportive husband, anything historical, and wind chimes.
When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself.
Tabatha is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management.
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RELEASE BLITZ & GIVEAWAY: Quick Dirty Luck by Heather Guimond


Title: Quick Dirty Luck
Series: A Love Between the Pages Novel
Author: Heather Guimond
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 19, 2019



Luck in love has never been this quick and dirty…

Romance author Alexis Lane knew exactly what she was doing when she set her good-girl image on fire. Becoming Reina Dare, a take-no prisoners vixen who dominates the erotic fiction genre, is exactly who she’s meant to be.

Kent Kingsley makes the most of his role as CEO to a lavish Las Vegas hotel and casino. He’s a confident, cocky playboy whose only romantic ambition is to send his women home with a smile.

Just as Alexis has the chance to catapult Reina Dare to the top of all the best seller lists, she gambles with her future when she meets Kent.

The stakes are never higher when their chemistry is off the charts hot—in and out of bed. Both have sworn off romantic relationships, but Kent quickly realizes just because there’s fire doesn’t mean they’ll get burned.

Now, he must convince Alexis to gamble again, even if the house always wins.






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Heather Guimond is a Los Angeles native, a fact she's abnormally proud of. When she's not trying to write something that will make people laugh or rip their hearts out (or both!) she's either reading or doing her best to crack the whip on her three home-schooled teenagers. She loves all things witty and wise-cracking, as well most varieties of smart-assery. Other favorites include French roast coffee in copious amounts and the dirtiest Dirty Martinis she can find. More than anything, she hopes she writes books that stick with the reader long after the pages have been read.



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