Saturday, August 19, 2017

Cover Reveal: Zenka



Zenka 
Alison Brodie
Publication date: November 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller

“She’s the one to die for”
Zenka is a seductive Hungarian pole-dancer with a stubborn streak. When London mob boss, Jack Murray, saves her life she vows to become his guardian angel – whether he likes it or not.
“How can you be my guardian angel,” Jack scoffed. “You’re only five foot two.”
Zenka shrugged, “So vat? I am small, but a grenade is also small.”
Jack receives a letter saying he has a son, Nicholas. Nicholas is a wimp, bullied by his flatmate, pussy-whipped by his girlfriend and terrorised by his elderly patients.
Jack is delighted to be a dad, but he has to tread carefully. People are out to harm him and those close to him. Can he use his wealth, wiles and tough-guy contacts to make a man out of this mouse – before his enemies turn him into mincemeat?
Zenka takes charge. She’s going to “bring out the gorilla” in Nicholas. And she succeeds!
Nicholas transforms from pussycat to mad dog, falls in love with Zenka, and finds out exactly where the bodies are buried – because he buries them. He’s learning fast that sometimes you have to kill … or be killed.
As family ties become more disturbing, questions have to be asked:
How do you tell a mob boss you don’t want to be his son?
And is Zenka really who she says she is?
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ZENKA is a black comedy/crime thriller/romance set in gangland London in the weeks leading up to Christmas.
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Praise for ZENKA: “ZENKA is top of my list for best fiction this year. If Tina Fey and Simon Pegg got together to write a dark and hilarious mobster story with a happy ending, ZENKA would be the result!” -Lauren Sapala, Book Reviewer and Writers’ Coach
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Link to 26 5* reviews for Alison Brodie’s last book, Brake Failure – ALL from top book bloggers: http://www.alisonbrodiebooks.com/untitled

Author Bio:
Alison Brodie is an internationally-published author. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING chose her debut for their Pick of the Paperbacks. The Scottish Daily Mail reviewed 'Face to Face': "Vain but wildly funny leading lady."
Alison has a criminal record for busking/disturbance of the peace in Piccadilly Circus; speeding in Spain and hustling in Athens. She lives in Biarritz, where she can be found speaking unnintelligabuble French.

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Book Blitz: His To Keep



His To Keep 

Vivian Wood
Publication date: August 19th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestseller Vivian Wood
Nothing this fake should feel so good.



CEO Connor Cavanaugh is a man in charge. He dominates in meeting rooms and at the gym, and his sinfully sexy body is proof. His upcoming wedding is supposed to seal the deal, putting his company in the spotlight and making it rain.
That all goes down in flames when he walks in on his bride-to-be with another man.
No one can know that a woman tried to make a fool of Connor Cavanaugh.
Cancelling the wedding is the only option… until he spots a gorgeous brunette at the wedding planner’s office. Samantha. The perfect fake fiancée.
She has a body that makes him want to walk her over the threshold, but she’s sweet. Harmless. She’ll suit the position perfectly.
The only problem? Samantha has a wicked smile that keeps him up at night. Every day, she’s more tempting than the last.
He swore he wouldn’t f*ck around with his fake fiancée. He signed a contract. He paid. But the more he sees, the more he wants… too bad Sam has plans of her own.
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He took her empty hand and began to forge a path through the crowd. Huddled at the end of the bar was his small, but usual crew. His three buds from high school, two of them with their short-term girlfriends. Connor couldn’t be bothered to learn their names, they moved through them so quickly.
“Hey, guys,” he shouted over the music. “This is Sam. My girlfriend.”
One of his friends didn’t even bother to stop his mouth from dropping open. “Girlfriend? But didn’t you just—”
“Didn’t I just what?” he asked quickly.
“Nothing, man. Hey, Sam. I’m Chase, and this is Jay and Dan. We’ve known Connor forever, so feel free to ask us for any embarrassing stories about him. And this is my girlfriend, Anna, and Eve over there.”
“Hi,” Sam said smoothly to each of them. She worked her usual magic with ease. Connor was aware of the girls as they sized her up, on edge because of the clear competition. However, Sam had a way of putting snark to bed and lavished compliments on them.
“I have to say,” Chase said. “You’re, uh, not what I expected.”
“No? What did you expect?” she asked.
Chase downed the last of his drink. “To be honest, Connor’s type is usually blonde and dumb as a brick.”
“Chase!” his girlfriend said, and smacked him on the chest.
“What! It’s a compliment,” he said. “I mean, I don’t know you, Sam, but I can tell you’re a smart girl.”
“Since when is my type dumb and blonde?” Connor asked, honestly confused. Sandra hadn’t been blonde. Was that really what his friends thought of him? He knew Chase could be an ass at times, but he was also brutally honest when he was drunk. And he was plenty drunk now.
“Uh, since THOT was all up on your junk,” Chase said. He pointed to the girl who hanged off the male model. “Don’t worry,” he said to Sam. “Connor walked right away from that trainwreck.”
“He can dance with whomever he wants to,” Sam said with a smile. “It’s who he comes home to that I care about.”
Amidst whoops and hollers, Connor put an arm around her, and felt her stiffen. “You got yourself a good one for once,” Jay said.
“Yeah,” Eve slurred. “You should kiss her!”
Somehow, the little group rallied their thoughts enough to start a chant of, “Kiss her!” over and over. “C’mon, man, we’re doing you a favor,” Dan said.
Unable to think of a way out of it, Connor leaned down to meet Sam’s lips. Why not? She should be expecting this anyway. It’s not like I’m asking her to sleep with me.
He meant it to just be a peck, but as soon as their lips met he couldn’t pull away. Her lips, though he knew they’d be soft and supple, were also magnetic. She tasted like just the faintest trace of scotch and her own sweet, natural self. Sam responded, and parted her lips.
She turned to face him, and he slid his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head. He traced her jaw with his thumb and pressed himself against her. He felt one of her hands on his back, and her breasts squeezed against him. Connor couldn’t help it. He grew hard against her stomach.
Sam pulled back, startled and wide-eyed. His friends hollered some more, but simultaneously turned back to the bar as they realized their drinks needed refreshing.
“Sam!” The redhead, Ellie, was suddenly by their side. “We couldn’t find you. We looked and—who’s this?” she asked, and turned to Connor. Her big doe eyes searched his.
“Um, this is Connor,” she said. Sam dabbed at her lips. “My, uh, my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?” Ellie asked. “Then who the hell was the guy you came—”
“Just a friend,” Sam said.
“He didn’t act like just a friend,” Ellie said suspiciously as Henry approached from behind.
“He’s gay,” Sam said.
“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Connor,” she said. “This is my boyfriend, Henry.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Connor said to him. It was rare to meet a man in civilian life that matched his height and brawn.
“We haven’t heard a thing about you,” Ellie said. He saw Henry nudge her.
“Sam likes her privacy,” Connor said.
“Thanks for the tip. I’ve only known her for five years,” Ellie said.
“As fun as this is,” Sam interrupted, “I think I’m about to head out. I have a massive headache.”
“Justin Bieber will do that to you,” Henry said, clearly happy for the excuse to leave. “Ready?” he asked Ellie. Ellie looked out to the crowd with a pout.
“I guess. If my boyfriend and best friend are leaving, it would be pretty awkward for me to stay.”
Sam gave Connor a look, said her goodbyes to his friends, and left with Ellie and Henry in tow.
“Damn, Connor, how’d you pull that?” Chase asked as soon as she was out of earshot.
“What, you think she’s out of my league?” Connor asked. He took another sip of his scotch.
“Uh, yeah,” Chase said as Anna rolled her eyes.
“She seems nice, Connor,” Anna said. “Good for you.”
“So are you hitting that, like, on the regular?” Dan asked.
“Oh my God! Could you be any hornier?” Eve asked. “Do you want, like, a play by play or something?”
“More like a blow by blow, if he can be bothered. Everyone here is getting laid besides me. Cut me a little slack!”
Connor remained quiet as his friends continued to talk about how much they liked Sam. “So, hey,” Anna said as she slipped between him and Chase. “What was up with you on the dance floor with that girl, then? I mean, I’m guessing you and Sam are a new thing, but still—”
“Why don’t you worry about your own relationship?” he asked and nodded toward Chase.
“Asshole,” she said, and moved away from him.

Author Bio:
Alison Brodie is an internationally-published author. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING chose her debut for their Pick of the Paperbacks. The Scottish Daily Mail reviewed 'Face to Face': "Vain but wildly funny leading lady."
Alison has a criminal record for busking/disturbance of the peace in Piccadilly Circus; speeding in Spain and hustling in Athens. She lives in Biarritz, where she can be found speaking unnintelligabuble French.aGet a FREE Vivian Wood secret office romance by copying and pasting this into your browser window: http://vivian-wood.com/get-news.
Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.
Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die."
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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Book Blitz: Baby Daddy





Title: Baby Daddy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Standalone Full Length Novel
Release Date: May 15, 2017

Blurb
FREE in Kindle Unlimited. And ONLY $.99 for a limited time only! The new STANDALONE romantic comedy from the New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN and UNFORGETTABLE.

I have three cardinal rules:

Never mix business with pleasure
Never let a woman spend the night.
Never date a woman with kids.

Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to get hit up for child support. Big time.

Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace.

Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all the rules.

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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me.

“Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!”

“She’s right,” Drake chimed in.

“I’m afraid I’ll fall.”

“But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.”

Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter.

Drake broke out into hysterical laughter.

I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.”

“Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.”

“C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.”

“Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine.

Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf.

“Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?”

He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.”

“But what if she falls?”

He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.”

“No way.”

“That does it.”

My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing, Drake?”

“Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass.

“Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest.

“Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.”

Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson.

“Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears.

Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough.

“Put me down!” I breathed out.

“Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?”

“I am not a brat!”

Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs.

“Put me down,” I yelled again.

He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating.

“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.”

I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”

He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.”

“Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.”

“Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.”

My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well.

“Tyson is fearless,” I countered.

“What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine.

“Of falling.” Of falling for you.

“You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.”

Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice.

“Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.”

“Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet.

“You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand.

Gah! Don’t let go of me.

And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face.

“What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.”

“No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.”

“Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.”

To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.

“Please, Drake,” I begged.

My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?”

“Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small.

His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze.

“I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.”

My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness.

For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles.

Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!”

Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks.

“Yeah. You?”

“Totally.”

I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us.

The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?”

“Not yet. I like being on top of you.”

I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—”

“Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me.

Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard.

His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson.

Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!”

Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too.

“I’m hungry,” said my little girl.

Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.”

“Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson.

I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.


Author Bio
I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.

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Release Boost: Simply Blair



Title: Simply Blair
Series: Jet City Kilt #4
Author: Gina Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: August 10, 2017

Blurb
A kilt meets dress modern love story. Simply smart, funny romance!

If you like good guy geek heroes who look hot in kilts, strong, intelligent heroines, and poignant romance, then you’ll love Simply Blair, the third book in Gina Robinson’s light, fun contemporary romance Jet City Kilt Series.

Seattle physician Blair Edwards is living the dream of many a Sassenach who swoons over the handsome Highland laird Jamie Sinclair on the popular TV series Jamie. She has her own Jamie, cosplaying lookalike, and real life entrepreneur and cyber security expert, Austin MacDougall. Their romance has captured the imagination of Jamie fans everywhere and made them minor celebrities, something Blair never imagined was even possible.

On their way to Scotland for a much-anticipated vacation to film a promo teaser for the upcoming season of Jamie, Austin is detained at the Seattle airport. At Austin's urging, Blair leaves for Scotland without him with his solemn promise that he will join her, no matter what it takes. But Blair's quick layover in London changes everything and challenges who she believes she is, what she believes she wants, and even whom she believes she loves. As Austin fights like a true Scottish warrior to get to her, will she remember the man she promised never to forget? Or will she lose her heart again to the Englishman who very nearly holds her captive?

Find out why readers love Gina Robinson’s good guy heroes, the strong women they fall for, and their funny, witty, romantic stories.

The Jet City Kilt Series

Reading order:

Although the Almost and Simply books can be read out of order, for the most reading enjoyment, read the Almost books first, followed by the Simply books.

These two books must be read in order:

Almost Jamie
Almost Elinor

These two books must be read in order:

Simply Blair
Simply Austin


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Excerpt
That night I dreamed of a lover with lush auburn curls. I saw him braced over me, his powerful arms taut and muscled, gently keeping his weight off me, while pounding passionately into me. My heels dug into his bare back as I urged him in, gasping with each deep thrust.
He was smiling, his green eyes tender with emotion and filled with awe, as if he couldn't believe his good luck. It was an expression that always amazed me and filled me with wonder.
I was laughing as I taunted him and urged him to give it to me harder. He was happy to oblige, teasing back. Beams of sunlight streamed through his hair, haloing him and highlighting the red.
I dreamed of a forest, tall firs and sunshine overhead streaming through their branches. The scent of ferns, wild grass, and woodland floor so real I was sure I was actually smelling them. That I was really there in that forest with that man.
Heat. Grass. Birds singing.
Strong shoulders. Physical strength held in check. Breathtaking passion. Laughter.
Dreams morph and confuse and are hard to untangle when you try to remember them after you wake. They evaporate too easily.
Jamie? Scotland?
Bagpipes and fiddles in the distance. The sounds of a brook.
Clutching the man to me, I wrapped my legs around him. Never wanting to let him go. Looking into his face, confused. Not Jamie.
I woke in the heat of the action, arching up to meet him.
His name was on my lips. Austin.


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Releasing September 14, 2017
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Author Bio
Gina Robinson is the bestselling and award-winning author of the new Jet City Kilt series, the popular Billionaire Matchmaker, Switched at Marriage and Billionaire Duke romantic comedy series, featuring a billionaire in business with a matchmaker, a billionaire in a surprising marriage of convenience, and a billionaire who inherits a British dukedom, the Reckless and Rushed contemporary new adult romance series, and the Agent Ex series of humorous romantic suspense novels. Her books have delighted readers and received praise in Publishers Weekly, Booklist, and Romantic Times Book Reviews.

She writes romance and women's fiction across a wide variety of subgenres—new adult, contemporary, historical, romantic suspense and romantic comedy.

Her love stories are infused with a happy blend of romance, adventure, a bit of mystery, and humor. Readers are drawn to the light touch she gives even serious topics and the fast, fun, easy-to-read pace of her books. From college campus to Seattle to Las Vegas to England, her settings become almost characters of their own, driving the story.

She believes in the power of true love and passion, and that every great romance should have a happily-ever-after.

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