Tuesday, August 11, 2020

RELEASE BLITZ - A Date to Play Fore by Heidi McLaughlin & LP Dover




Title: A Date to Play Fore
Series: Dating #6
Authors: Heidi McLaughlin & LP Dover
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2020

Blurb
Tee up for the long drive, it’s golf season!

After winning the U.S. Open, Greyson Jennings couldn't help but take playful jabs at the expense of his prime competition, Bryan Nelson. His snarky claims during the press junction may have burned off like fog on the green, if a week later they hadn’t found themselves at the same golf resort.  

Hungry for a little payback, Bryan challenges Greyson to a grudge match: Grey and his best friend versus Bryan and his sister, Leah. Turns out, Leah is a ringer with a swing—and curves—that turn Grey’s thoughts to a hole in one of another kind.  

Unfortunately, Leah’s opinion of him has been formed by the many stories Bryan has shared. That may hurt this golfer’s handicap, but he’s nowhere near ready to give up. It’s game on as Leah agrees to meet Grey on the green and go head to head with the hole as the goal.  

Can Greyson prove there’s more to him than an impressive club and a carefully crafted bad boy persona? Or will the sting of Leah’s rejection leave him in need of some alone time and a good ball washer? 
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“You have got to be kidding me,” Bryan growls.
Heart racing, my eyes snap open. “What?” I gasp.
He points toward the fairway. “Look who it is.”
There’s only one person it could be to earn such a hated look from my brother. And of course, when I focus on the guy about to hit his ball, I recognize his stance. Greyson Jennings has his own style when it comes to golf. I hate the guy, but he’s one of the best. You can’t help but admire how talented he is.
Bryan fumes and clenches the steering wheel. “Of all places he could be, why in the hell is he here?” I’ve been wondering the same thing. Greyson never answered when I asked him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did it on purpose. The only way he could’ve found out would be through my social media.
Bryan hops out of the cart and reaches for his driver. Eyes wide, I can feel my heart pounding harder. “Bryan, what are you doing?”
He tees up his ball and smiles. “Just having a little fun, sis. If I knock him out, he deserves it.”
This is going to be a disaster. I just know it. The sound of his driver connecting with the ball is so loud it echoes in my ears. I watch it sail through the air, right in the direction toward Greyson. He doesn’t even yell fore, and I’m too shocked to even speak. The ball starts to drop from the sky and when it lands, it’s only about three feet away from Greyson and his best friend, Eli. He jerks around and throws his arms up in the air. Bryan bursts out laughing and flips them both off.
Greyson and Eli jump in their cart and head toward us. This is not what I want. “Just great,” I grumble. “Now look what you did.”
Bryan comes over to me and leans against the cart. “The fucker deserved it. It’s time he knows I’m back in the game.”
The last thing I want is to get in the middle of a testosterone match. I don’t care about seeing who has the bigger balls. When Greyson gets closer, his snarl turns into a smile when he notices me. Definitely not what I want. Bryan steps forward, driver in hand.
“Sorry about that,” my brother taunts, “I didn’t exactly hit what I was aiming for.”
Greyson bursts out laughing and steps out of the cart. “You never do. You obviously don’t know how to handle your shaft.”
Here we go. Groaning, I smack a hand to my forehead. “Really? This is what I’m going to have to put up with today?”
Greyson smirks at me, his gaze roaming over my bare legs before settling back on my eyes. “It’s good to see you again, Leah. I didn’t know you played golf.”
Busted. Bryan’s going to be pissed I didn’t tell him. His shoulders tense but he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he moves to the front of the cart to block Greyson from looking at me. “How about we play teams? My sister and I against you and your caddy.”
The day just got worse. I’m going to kill my brother. Then again, maybe we can teach Greyson a lesson. 
“Bryan, no,” I snap. “I suck at golf. We’ll lose.”
His eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments. Even though he can’t read my mind, we have a connection. Bryan stands up straighter and turns back to Greyson. “No worries, sis. I’ll play good enough for us both.”
“What are we playing for?” Greyson asks, moving to the side so he can see me. “Money? A date?”
I roll my eyes. “You can forget that.” I hop out of the cart and join my brother. “How about a thousand dollars?”
Greyson and Eli look at each other and I can see the outright arrogance on their faces. That’s their downfall. Greyson holds out a hand to my brother. “Deal. A thousand dollars.”
Bryan shakes his hand, the muscles in both of their forearms clenching. “Deal,” Bryan agrees.”
Greyson tips his hat at me and smiles. “I’m happy you’ll be playing with me.”
I grab my driver out of my bag. “I’d rather play with myself.” He finds it hilarious, but I see it as a jab. The guy is an insufferable tool.
Since Bryan already drove his ball to hit Greyson, it ends up being my turn. I tee up my ball and swing. It slices to the right, completely out of the fairway and into the rough. Greyson and Eli chuckle under their breath as they drive away while Bryan glares at me.
“Please tell me you did that on purpose?”
My lips pull up into a smile. “Of course, I did. Think about how much fun it’s going to be when we kick his ass.”
Bryan grins wide. “Let’s show him what we can do.”
Hole after hole, we’re neck and neck with only one stroke between us. It’s a close match, but I’m holding my own, especially for a female in a mostly male dominated sport. It all comes down to the eighteenth hole. It’s a par three with water all around the green. We all managed to get across the water, and now, it’s time to putt. It’s all down to me. If I can birdie my putt, my brother and I will win. If I don’t, we’re screwed. I can’t let Bryan down. He needs this win, and Greyson needs to be taken down a notch.
Taking a deep breath, I look over at the hole and then down at my ball. It’s about an eight-foot-long putt. I breathe in and out and close my eyes. Come on, Leah, you can do this. I open my eyes and tap the ball. It rolls across the green … and right into the hole.
Bryan yells and scoops me up into his arms. “Hell fucking yeah. You did it!”
He swings me around and I laugh. Greyson and Eli both seem impressed. Greyson walks over and pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet. Bryan sets me down and Greyson hands him the money. “Good job. It’s about time you won at something. I hate it had to be because of your sister.”
Bryan narrows his gaze. “But at least she kicked your ass cocksucker. You got beat out by a girl. Wait till everyone finds out about this.”
Greyson shrugs and Bryan walks over to the cart. Before I can turn, he lightly grabs my arm. “I’m impressed. Guess it’s not a surprise since your father’s a legend. He taught you well.”
“Yes, he did.”
His eyes search mine. “Go out with me tomorrow. I think we could have some fun.”
I snort. “I can do that without you.” My smile grows wider. “Besides, I’ll be busy spending that thousand dollars.”
Greyson chuckles. “You do that. Maybe next time.”
I walk backwards toward the cart. “Not gonna happen.” 


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Heidi McLaughlin
Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.

Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband, two daughters, and their three dogs.

In 2012, Heidi turned her passion for reading into a full-fledged literary career, writing over twenty novels, including the acclaimed Forever My Girl.

When writing isn’t occupying her time, you can find her sitting courtside at either of her daughters’ basketball games.

Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Rothe, and opened in theaters on January 19, 2018.



LP Dover

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

She loves to write, but she also loves to play golf, go on mountain hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who she’s also written a children’s book with, expects a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.

Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty and fun to write about.

RELEASE BLITZ - Better Man by Karen Cimms




Title: Better Man
Series: Of Love and Madness #4
Author: Karen Cimms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2020

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Whoever said change is good should have their head examined.

As far as Billy McDonald is concerned, he’s changed enough for one lifetime. He’s been clean and sober for two years, he’s learned to manage his anger, and he’s uprooted his life and relocated to Maine to reunite with his wife, Katie.

He’s even helped Katie create a resource center for at-risk youth, where he teaches guitar to any kid who’s interested.

He’s paid his dues. He’s evolved. He’s a better man. It was hard work, but his personal life is the best it’s ever been, and his music career is finally on track.

Life should be easier now. Smooth sailing. No surprises, right?

Yeah, well. Not so fast.

Katie wants him to become a father—again.

As the saying goes, been there, done that. He sucked as a parent the first time around, and as far as he’s concerned, you don’t get a do-over.

Too bad she doesn’t see it that way.

After everything they’ve been through and all they’ve fought to overcome, could this be the one thing they can’t get past?

Better Man is the fourth and final book in the Of Love and Madness series.



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The metal bowl rattled against the granite countertop as Kate pulverized the cooked potatoes with a potato masher. Pounding something was satisfying, but it made her only slightly less irritable.
She smashed the potatoes until her arm began to ache, then added some milk, sour cream, seasoning, and grated cheddar and stirred it all together.
She was scooping the mixture into baked potato shells when Charlie barked and raced into the mudroom, tap dancing in front of the door that led to the garage.
Billy and Tomas were home. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried to greet them.
“How was the birthday party?” she asked Tomas, squatting down to unbutton his coat and remove his hat and gloves.
“Exhausting,” Billy answered, tugging off his jacket and hanging it on one of the pegs behind the door.
She shot him a dark look and waited for Tomas to reply.
“Fine.” Tomas gave his usual answer.
Undaunted, she plowed on. “Did you have fun?”
“I guess.”
“Did you jump on the trampolines?”
“Kinda. Can I watch cartoons?”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, sure. You need help?”
“No, thank you.”
Any other four-year-old would’ve been hopped up on cake and adrenaline after a birthday party, but Tomas walked quietly through the foyer and down the stairs to the family room. She frowned.
For as much as she would’ve preferred to ignore her husband, she was more concerned with how Tomas had done in a new environment.
“Well? How did it go?”
“He was fine.” Billy pushed past her into the kitchen. “At first he stayed stuck to my side. I finally got him to try one of the trampolines, but I had to get on it with him. Do you have any idea how ridiculous a six-foot, four-inch man with a ponytail looks bouncing up and down on a trampoline surrounded by two dozen four- and five-year-olds?” He yanked a handful of his green sweater away from his chest. “Especially wearing this. Some little shit called me the Jolly Green Giant. And then I caught a few of the moms filming me with their phones. I guarantee there’s already video up on social media. I can imagine the captions: Bad boy rocker goes off his rocker.”
She tried not to laugh, but couldn’t help herself. It almost served him right.
“Glad you think it’s so funny.”
He pulled a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass. “Did Devin give you any idea who he’s bringing to dinner?”
“Not a clue.” Kate slid the tray of twice-baked potatoes into the refrigerator to chill until it was time to put them in the oven.
“Do you think it’s a girl?”
“A girl?” She gaped. “Why would you say that? You know he moved up here partly to be closer to Danielle. How could you even think such a thing?”
“I don’t know. He’s been acting strange. Keeps talking about keeping an open mind and that some things happen for the best. Yesterday he told me that life is filled with surprises and not all of them are bad.” He swirled his glass before taking a long drink. “Maybe he joined a cult.”
Kate frowned. “A cult. You’re ridiculous.”
Billy shrugged. “I don’t know what’s got into him then. He’s usually not so cryptic.”
Nonsense is what it was. A cult. Good grief.
She called for Tomas as she pulled five dinner plates from the cupboard. She wanted him to feel as though he belonged, and she’d noticed that little chores sometimes made him feel a little brighter. When he appeared, she handed him the napkins she’d ironed earlier. “Can you place these around the table at each place setting, please?”
When he finished with the napkins, she handed him the forks. To Billy, she handed the knives.
“Maybe it’s a friend from college,” Billy said.
She reached across him and tweaked the centerpiece, an antique dough bowl filled with pine cones, seashells, and white candles.
“Maybe.”
When the oven timer dinged, she slid the roast into the oven and reset the timer.
“Could you finish setting the table and keep an eye on Tomas? I want to take a shower and finish getting ready. Devin and his friend should be here in about forty-five minutes.”
Billy glanced down at what he was wearing. “Do I need to change?”
She smirked. “No need. Green is definitely your color.”


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Karen Cimms is a writer, editor, and music lover. She was born and raised in New Jersey and still thinks of the Garden State as home. Karen is married to her favorite lead guitar player. She currently lives in Northeast Pennsylvania, although her heart is usually in Maine.

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RELEASE BLITZ - King of Souls by L. A. Cotton




Title: King of Souls
Series: Verona Legacy #2
Author: L. A. Cotton
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2020

Blurb
Arianne Capizola is living a lie.
Angry. Abandoned. Afraid.
She’d rather spend her days locked away on her father’s estate than with the guy who stole her innocence: her fiancĂ©.

Niccolò Marchetti is living a nightmare.
Broken. Banished. Betrayed.
He’d do anything to save the girl he loves, even if it means paying the ultimate price.

As the truth surround their legacies begins to unravel, everything they thought they knew shatters. But Nicco will do anything to protect the girl who taught him how to love, and she will risk it all to save the guy who stole her heart.

The clock is ticking as old and new enemies close in.

Only this time, their love might not be enough to save them.

*King of Souls is the second book in Nicco and Ari’s duet. Due to mature content that some readers may find distressing, this book is recommended for readers 18+



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Nicco!” Arianne clambered off the bed and rushed to my side.
“Wait.” I held up my other hand to stop her. A dark angry storm was raging through me. I wanted to hit something, to hurt and bleed.
I needed it.
Dark rivulets of blood seeped over my hand, but I barely felt it. I was too wired. Too hungry for the kill. 
“Let me take a look at it.” Arianne stepped forward and I jerked back, like a caged animal being riled.
“Nicco, it’s me. It’s only me.” She had me cornered with no way out. My body trembled violently as I desperately tried to hold on to my frayed rope of control.  
“Nicco...” Arianne brushed the hair from my face. My head hung low, my shoulders hunched and tight. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hunt him down and kill him with my bare hands. 
“Come back to me.” She gently lifted my busted hand and inspected the damage. “It needs cleaning. Let me see what there is.” Arianne left me and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she had a small first aid kit. “I found it in the cabinet. Sit.” Her gaze went to the bed, but I remained rigid. 
“I need to stand.”
“Okay. Hold still.” She worked in silence, cleaning me up and bandaging my hand. My pulse began to slow, the tightness in my chest easing.
It was her.
Her touch, her calmness. 
“I’m sorry,” I choked out.  
Arianne took my face in her hands and looked right at me. God, I wanted to drown in the dark pools of honey. “Talk to me.”
“I want to kill him... I should have killed him.”
“So why didn’t you?”
It was the last thing I expected her to say, but I knew this wasn’t about her, it was about me.
“It’s not that simple,” I released a heavy sigh. “If I’d have killed him... it would start something we might not be able to finish. I can’t do that to the Family, to you.”
She nodded, dropping one of her hands to mine and lacing them together. “I hate Scott for what he did to me. I hate him so much that sometimes I wish you had done it.” Arianne took a shuddering breath. “But I want a life with you. I want a future. I can’t have that if you’re behind bars... or worse.”
“If he hurts you again, I can’t promise I won’t do it.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but before I could decipher it, Arianne kissed me. “I don’t want to talk any more, Nicco. I want you to love me. I want you to make me forget about the monsters.”


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Author of over thirty mature young adult and new adult novels, L A is happiest writing the kind of books she loves to read: addictive stories full of teenage angst, tension, twists and turns. 

Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time writer with being a mother/referee to two little people. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
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Thursday, August 6, 2020

RELEASE BLITZ - Rogue by Michele Mannon




Title: Rogue
Series: Deadliest Lies #1
Author: Michele Mannon
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: August 6, 2020

Blurb
When I first laid eyes on him, I should have run the other way.

Trouble was written all over him, from the confident swagger in his stride and seductive curl of his lips, to his smug, knowing looks. Jaxson was irresistible . . .and I fell hard. 

Then he was killed. 

Now the ruthless, unforgiving boss of an underworld organization thinks I did it.  

I’ve gone rogue, hell-bent on both revenge and redemption. Whatever it takes, I'm going to finish a job that began nine months ago. An unauthorized assignment that turned horribly, devastatingly wrong. My miscalculation. My fault. My heart left shattered into incomplete pieces which will never wholly fit back together again. 

But first I have to outsmart the hired killer they've sent after me; a killer who knows my every move, who’s been inside my head, who owns my heart. 

I'm the traitor, Kylie. The rogue mercenary. His newest assignment.  

And this is our love story. 


*Rogue was previously released by St. Martin's Press. This edition has been updated and revised.*

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Kylie - Shelby, Oklahoma
I hit the roadway, running hard and headed toward the far side of town.
Clouds roll in. Figures I left our house filled with determination only to trek back home wet and weary. Beyond weary. Tired. So bleeding tired of fighting battles no twenty-three-year-old should ever face. But these are the cards I’ve been dealt.
I’m so preoccupied with the downpour of troubles that seem to accompany the downpour of rain, I ignore the black sedan and the gravel it’s kicked up as it passes by me. Dismiss the red glare of its taillights, faintly visible through the rain. Pay no heed to how the sedan is backing up as quickly as it’d sped by me.
Too late, I stop and gesture wildly at them to continue on.
Then everything but the rain seems to pause. 
The blond hairs on my arms stand at attention. It’s like being swept into a cloud of darkness, where for a split second everything is calm before all hell breaks loose. But I’m a native Oklahoman, where tornados crop up like spring daffodils. Where quick thinking and survival know-how are the name of the game.
I take off running back toward town, then pivoting on my heels, burst into a withering wheat field bordering the road.
Stalks swat my face. Mud covers my sneakers and splashes up my legs. My mind spurs on my tired body. “Faster. Go faster.” I slip and slide but am abruptly grabbed by the waistline and hauled up off my feet. 
Gritting my teeth, I send my right elbow and left heel backward. Both connect hard, into my captor’s jaw and junk trunk. 
He drops me. “You goddamn bitch,” I hear, but faintly. My legs are already in motion.
A different man grasps onto my arm. I turn and, using the momentum from my spin, aim the heel of my palm up into the tender flesh beneath his nose. 
Blood spurts out of it like a lawn sprinkler. I’ve broken the second guy’s nose and ruined his faded white T-shirt. Before he can grab me, I dash into the thickest, healthiest crop of stalks, which better conceals me. 
But it slows my progress. My sense of direction is distorted. If it’d been a clear night, the stars would guide me to safety. Today’s nothing except another miserable Shelby day. The more I think about it, the more pissed off I become. Really? After the day I’ve had? It’s barely past seven a.m. and two Shelby goons decide I’m their next source of amusement.
The only victim I am is one of circumstance.
In the morning before classes—every morning except Tuesdays, that is—I catch the bus to Dayton’s Boxing and Mixed Martial Arts Club. Sticking my nose in a book used to be my thing. But I can’t concentrate; I’ve lost the simple pleasures in life. Now I get my kicks by kicking ass. I’m a natural, or so my trainers tell me. Comes in handy when dealing with the Shelbian riffraff. Still, the odds are against me. Two men to my one woman.
I pick up the pace, ignoring the sting as the stalks smack my face, arms, legs. It’s difficult to hear anything besides the rain. Have they given up? Has my perfectly aimed cock-kick and a broken nose discouraged them? Caused them to move on to a less-pissed-off victim?
The answer comes in the form of a solid wall of muscle, which I realize too late that I’ve run right into it. On contact, the man’s chest flexes beneath my breasts. I jerk back, but instead of glaring up at him, my eyes are drawn to the little green horse embroidered onto his pale pink polo shirt. A jockeyless pony situated on the upper swell of what is the tightest, brawniest, most muscular display of pecs around, the tight pull of his shirt across his chest leaving nothing to the imagination.
I want to press my thumb against that pony, make sure my girls got it right. Except this man isn’t one of Dayton’s gym jockeys . . .
I bring my knee up, aiming for his privates. He laughs and neatly sidesteps me, so my knee connects with his hard, chino-clad thigh. Pain jolts through my leg and up my spine. I grit my teeth, pissed off and slightly unnerved. I send an elbow up toward his jaw. This move’s brought many a man to his knees, but he swats my elbow away. I feel his control, his power. And I know I’m in trouble.
“What are you going to pull next, fireball? Hit me over the head with that loaf of bread?” he asks, his tone deep, rich like chocolate, smooth like truffles. His voice is amused. His words grate on my nerves. 
Run, common sense tells me. Stay, a recklessly rogue thought pops into my head. 
I reluctantly drop my loaf of Texas toast. He’s folded his arms across his chest, obscuring the little pony beneath his muscular arms. I stare at the spot, wondering why a preppy like him is after me. “What do you want?” My eyes skim upward and I’m greeted by smug, self-assured tilt of his lips. You, his smile seems to say. I want you.
I’m tall at five feet nine, lithe and long-legged. This man’s chin can rest on my head. A perfectly shaped chin, accompanied by high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and as my gaze flickers across his face, deliciously full, kissable lips. He’s fair, like me. Except he’s sporting a fine line of five-o’clock shadow.
His jaw-dropping good looks snag my attention. But it’s the energy between us that knocks the wind out of me. Sexual magnetism. It’s like the air’s supercharged, undergoing some kind of chemical reaction, hot and bubbly and ready to explode. And, as that lazy smile of his broadens,
I feel my body physically responding . . . what the hell? “What do you want?” I repeat, in a hoarse tone. Far too affected by him than I care to admit. He makes a sound deep within his throat and I swear the crotch of my shorts are instantly wet.“
"To see if what your T-shirt says is true.
I glance down.
CAN'T CATCH ME. Oh shit.


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Michele Mannon has been writing romance since her first publication in 2012. A multiple recipient of Romantic Times Magazine’s prestigious TOP PICKS distinction, Michele’s books always pack a punch, leaving readers laughing out loud, or swooning and biting their fingernails at all the appropriate times.  

To date, she’s written contemporary sports and spicy, enemies-to-lovers romances with a heavy dose of suspense. Her books have been sold in print, digitally, and on Audible.  

Michele lives on a mountain overlooking the Delaware River, where she can be found with a glass of Riesling in her hand and a laptop on her lap. Find her online at: http://www.michelemannon.com

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