October 26, 2016

Blog Tour: My Kinda Kisses by Lacey Black


Life never goes as planned. Jaime Summer learned that lesson the hard way when her fiancĂ© wreaked havoc on her carefully constructed life plan. Now, Jaime’s back in her hometown, working at her sister’s flower shop and living with her family once again, swearing off dating and men for the rest of her life. That is, until Ryan Elson walks through the door.

Ryan has been in Jupiter Bay for a year now, and has worked hard to make this new town his home. His construction business is growing and while his personal relationships with the fairer sex are lacking, he’s more content than he’s ever been. He doesn’t need a woman, but a chance meeting with Jaime has Ryan ready to pull out all the stops to have her.

Exhilarating. Intoxicating. Consuming. Ravenous. Passionate. What happens when those kisses lead towards something more? Something that looks a lot like forever.

*This book is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world’s most inappropriate grandparents.

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Who doesn't love a guy who lives in construction boots? Ryan's no different. He's handy, knows how to fix things annnnd he's in check with his emotions. That’s just unheard of…! For once, it seems like it’s the chick who doesn’t have her s*it together! Not that we can really blame Jaime for that one, her ex did a big number on her…So there’s our story, Jaime has moved back home after being ditched at the altar. She’s ready to get her life back on track and start anew. Having sworn off the any sort of relationship altogether, she meets Ryan by chance and the sparks are instantaneous. The chemistry between them is undeniable. There’s a whole lot of hot and heavy going on this novel…at times, it felt like that’s all they were doing! Then there are Jaime’s grandparents—they added great comedic relief throughout the story! They are absolutely mortifying and hilarious all at the same time. The only thing I felt was missing was any dramatic conflict. At certain points, I felt like I was just waiting for something bad to happen. Perhaps I’m just used to “the usual” plot lines. This was just such a smooth and heartwarming story of getting back on your feet and learning to open oneself up to the opportunity of love and happiness again.


“Sorry, we’re closed.”
The woman’s voice draws my attention towards the counter in back. Taking long strides, I head towards the voice, determined to buy a bouquet before she can kick me out the door I just walked through.
“I understand that, ma’am, but I’m afraid I’m in desperate need of some flowers. I promise to be quick, take whatever you have already made up, and I’ll pay in cash,” I offer as I reach the counter.
The woman, who’s still showing me her back, is cleaning the work area filled with clippings of greenery and those little white flowers they stick in bouquets for whatever purpose they serve. Her hair is pulled up in a messy knot at the back of her head, revealing the long, slender column of her neck, and for some reason, it turns me on.
My eyes peruse leisurely down the back of her body. A crisp white dress shirt hugs her perfect hourglass waist, tight blue jeans mold flawlessly to long legs, and the swell of her ass is so damn enticing. Even through her clothes, I can see the divot at the base of her spine. The mental image is like a bolt of lightning straight to my dick.
“I said we’re closed,” she says while she spins around, the last word trailing off and almost inaudible as her eyes lock on mine.
Pale green eyes the color of dewed grass slam into mine so damn hard, the impact forces me to take a retreating step. I’m struck stupid, unable to process a thought let alone communicate words, as I gape back at her. The only thing that saves me from looking like a complete ass right now is that she appears to have the same reaction.

About the Author

Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.

Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been a Bestseller twice for Free e-books, including #3 on Amazon and #2 on iBooks, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. Submerged also made her an International Bestseller in the summer of 2016.

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October 12, 2016

Blog Tour: Searching for Disaster by Jennifer Probst

The next highly anticipated novella in the Searching For series, a romantic spin-off of the Marriage to a Billionaire series from New York Times bestselling sensation Jennifer Probst.

When Isabella MacKenzie tries to move on from her disastrous past, Officer William Devine is determined to show her that love is the only way to heal. This sexy enovella, the final installment in Jennifer Probst’s heartwarming Searching For series, follows the high-powered women of the popular matchmaking agency Kinnections, located in the small, picturesque town of Verily, NY.

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I had a really nice time. She refused to look at him, fiddling with her seat belt. Yes, me, too. Thanks for dinner. I better go. She flew out of the car. Cursing under his breath, he climbed out and followed her. When he reached the top step, her odd fear had leaked away and been replaced by the fierce determination he adored. Look, it was a great night but we made a deal. I dont need you escorting me to the door, or making moony eyes and pretending this is going to be something its not. Navy-blue eyes burned with temper. His dick wept and it was all he could do not to back her against the door and kiss her savagely. I dont make moony eyes at anyone. I take offense to that remark. Good night, Liam. He moved into her space. Are you attracted to me? The air escaped her lungs in a soft whoosh. His gaze flicked down her body, noting her tightening nipples against the fine lace of her bodice. She was practically shaking, and they hadnt even touched yet. Thats a ridiculous question. No its not. Are you attracted to me? She shifted her weight, struggling for the answer. If youre not, Ill leave. Im not out to force myself on anyone. But dont lie. I dont lie! she said hotly. Are you? Yes! But I dont intend to do a thing about it. This experiment is over, Liam. You need to finish what you started at Kinnections and we need to avoid each other. You deserve a woman who can be a perfect wife. You deserve kids and a white picket fence and dogs. You deserve it all. He leaned in. So do you, he growled. Maybe its time I prove it. Shock and arousal dilated her pupils. Her lips parted for air. Im not out for a quick screw, she shot out. Just because we did it once doesnt mean Im an easy target. Sweetheart, you couldnt be easy if you tried. I knew even that night you were the one who chose, not the other way around. Her arms lifted as if to touch him, then dropped back down as if shed gotten burned. The intoxicating scent of her invaded his nostrils: sweet and spicy, tinged with feminine arousal. Hed allowed her to lead because she needed to feel in charge, but he also knew when actions spoke louder than words. In his job, and his life, Devine followed an instinct that had never guided him wrongan innate sense of when to push and when to back off. Right now, he needed to push. He moved. It only took three steps to back her against the screen door. His arms caged her in. He braced his thighs apart, trapping her. He kept just enough space between their bodies so she had the time needed to transition without trying to bolt. Im honored you feel the need to push me straight into another womans perfect arms, but Im here to tell you there is no perfect woman. And Im sure as hell not perfect either. So, heres the deal, Isabella. Im going to kiss you. What? she squeaked out. She pushed against his chest briefly, then rested her palms over his beating heart. The move alone told him she wanted this as badly as he did. We cant.

We can. I havent forgotten that night. Ever. It was the best damn sex I ever had. Even then, I wanted more, but it wasnt our time. Liam. His name spilled from her lips in a sultry whisper, dissipating high above the stars. Dont think. Dont worry. He lowered his head with deliberate slowness, wanting to savor every second. Just kiss me. His lips covered hers. The years melted away. Her soft mouth trembled, then opened beneath his. He swallowed her groan and slipped inside, drinking in the sweet sting of her flavor, reminding him again of bourbon laced with maple syrup. They learned each other all over again until the kiss caught fire, and she sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. A primitive growl rose from his throat and he rose to the demand. Twisting his fingers in her glorious hair, he pinned her open under the length of his thigh and ravaged her. His teeth nipped; he soothed with his tongue, claimed her as his. She gave it back, sinking into a wild thing who exploded in his arms, challenging him at every turn. They feasted on each other, with a touch of the savage, her fingernails digging into the muscles of his arms, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her body arched with a demand he intended to serve. He got lost, got found, and fell hard within that one perfect, soul-stirring kiss.

They were not kidding when they said that this was a highly anticipated novella to the Searching For series! I've been waiting for the final installment to this saga for quite some time. I wasn't sure how a novella would stack up to the full length novels but Searching for Disaster was pretty awesome! It definitely didn't lack in chemistry but it did lack one thing--length!! I feel like Isabella and Liam could have filled so many more pages! I really liked Isabella's character and how she had a sad-ish and not-so-squeaky clean past. Having read the rest of the series, I already had some tidbits on her story but, obviously, wanted those details to be flushed out. She's a stark contrast to Liam/Divine's clean cut character. I think the fact that their lives had previously crossed paths years ago made for that much more tension and chemistry between the two. It was a sweet story, a story of change and acceptance of oneself. I definitely didn't want to see this story come to a close so I do wish that this was a lot longer than it was but Searching For Disaster was definitely a strong close to a fantastic series. 

About the Author

Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean. 

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.

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October 7, 2016

Excerpt Reveal: Royally Screwed by Emma Chase

Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author of the Tangled Series & Legal Briefs Series, returns with the first of three sizzling standalone books about a family of racy, irresistible Royals.

Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka “His Royal Hotness”, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant—hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.

Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.

Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.

Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.

There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.

But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.


Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.

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The next week is blissfully uneventful. I address Palace business during the day, and spend my nights with Olivia—which are so much more than blissful.
While I work, she relaxes like I want her to. She walks the grounds and has found a friend in Franny. They’ve had lunch together a few times, which doesn’t exactly thrill me, but at the very least, I know she’s safe with Simon’s wife.
Franny, and her forked tongue, will protect Olivia from the Lucy-types looking to wound her with their half-truths.
On the rare occasions my brother is sober, he becomes increasingly agitated—like he’s unable to sit still, to stand his own company, or any sound that resembles silence. Finally, he decides to throw a welcome home party for himself.
I’m in my bathroom preparing for his royal yacht party, just showered with a towel around my hips, scraping the last of the shaving cream off my jaw, when Olivia appears in the doorway.
I thought she was lovely from the first moment I saw her. But here, now—her bare, soft skin wrapped in a pink silk robe, her face glowing with well-rested happiness…she’s magnificent.
“So…do you guys have like a gift shop or a convenience store around here?”
I laugh. “A gift shop?”
She holds up a light blue disposable razor. “I’m out of razors. This one’s so dull I could run it over my tongue without drawing blood.”
“Let’s not test that theory. I like your tongue too much.” I wipe my chin with a towel. “I can have the staff bring one to your room.”
The devil on my shoulder—and the angel too—smack me upside the head. And they whisper a much better idea.
“Or…I could help you out.”
Her brows draw together. “Help me out? I can’t use your razor.”
“No, definitely not—you’d cut yourself to ribbons.” I finger the sharp, heavy straight blade. “What I mean is…I could shave for you.”
Her eyes darken, the way they do when she’s right on the edge—right before she comes. And she moves closer to me.
“Do you…want to do that?”
My gaze drags down, down, over every sumptuous inch of her body.
“Oh, yes.”

About the Author

Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.