Coming Home Boxed Set by Meli Raine 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Romantic Suspense)

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When a mysterious job offer brings Carrie Myerson back to the town where her father was set up for a federal crime, she returns—to face a past more dangerous than she ever imagined.

And a love more passionate than she ever dreamed.

Drug crimes, kidnappings, set-ups and betrayal all unfold as Carrie and her ex-boyfriend, local police officer Mark Paulson, untangle the complicated web of deceit at the heart of her past.

Nothing is what it seems.

Including Mark.

This boxed set includes all three books in the Coming Home serifplcees:

Return
Revenge
Reunion

From Return

It’s him. Mark. My ex-boyfriend.
I can’t look. I just...can’t. Too many memories are in that face. That rugged, handsome face. My heart jumps up like an excited puppy, wagging in my chest, eager to be acknowledged and touched. The rest of me shoves it down.
Officer Mark Paulson stands in front of me in uniform, soaking wet, his hat making the rain fall in streaks in front of him. The curtain of water catches my eye. It’s easier to watch it than to stare at him. If I did stare, though, I know what I would see.
Broad shoulders under that crisp black uniform shirt. A thin scar running under his jaw, where he was knifed in a fight when he did a tour in Afghanistan. Wet, blonde hair I used to love to stroke. Gentle hands that once cupped my face. Eyes that could draw me in with a hot breath. The tender taste of lips meant only for me.
He speaks, pulling me out of the memory. Stop it, Carrie, I think. Stop with the dreams you destroyed.
“You okay?” he asks, looking around swiftly. He’s worried. That’s really touching. It’s nice to know he cares. Three years is long enough for him to stop hating me, right?
And I know he hates me.
He has to. I disappeared one day and never said goodbye to him. When you do that to someone, they tend to really resent it. Especially if they love you.
“I’m, uh...” My voice fails me as I watch the water fall in sheets down his cap. “My tire blew.”
He thumps his hand on the car door. “She’s still around, huh?” I know he means the car, but it feels like a dig. Like he’s cutting into me for leaving.
Like he’s still hurt.
If he’s still hurt, that means the feelings haven’t faded, and if his feelings are still that strong, then mine make more sense. I thought when I left town I would shed so much damage and hurt. Because leaving town meant I could leave behind so much pain.
But leaving Mark? That meant the pain came with me.
I start to shiver. It’s not from the cold and the rain. Those arms. The rain drops gather and ripple down his taut muscles, dotted with a sprinkling of dark hair. I remember when I was in those arms.
I remember every single time he touched me.

   

Angels Fall by JA Huss & Johnathan McClain 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Suspense)

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Sometimes angels fall.

Maddie doesn’t really owe drug lord, Carlos Castillo, money. So she hadn’t taken his threats seriously. Until now. He wants it, whether she owes it or not. And if she doesn’t have it in six weeks he’s gonna take her as payment instead.

Tyler would save the world if he could. That’s a fight that lasts forever. And if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s fighting. So if Maddie thinks she’s gonna deal with an insane drug lord on her own, she’s crazier than he is.

She’s got a debt she can’t pay. He’s got more money than he needs.
She’s not gonna fall for his charm. He’s gonna make sure that happens.

They’re destined to be together. Even if Maddie doesn’t know it yet.
Sometimes your soul mate isn’t who you’d choose, it’s who you need.

Good thing you don’t get to choose.

MADDIE
“Who the fuck invited you?” I snarl at Tyler. “And how the hell did you even find out where I live?”
“I stopped by Pete’s. Met Pete. Sweet guy, by the way. I would’ve imagined a strip club owner as being kinda—”
“Pete told you where I live?” Jesus. Thanks, Pete. Fuck.
“No, no, not exactly.” Tyler’s standing way too close to me now. The girls are pretending not to be able to hear him, but it’s clear they’re eavesdropping. I hope they’re better at fucking guys for money than they are at spying.
Tyler leans in closer still, and I really, really wish he would not do that. Because I hate him and don’t want him anywhere near me. Or maybe because I can feel the heat of his body and he kinda smells delicious. Which just pisses me off more because I hate him.
He lowers his voice and continues explaining how he found me. “Don’t be mad at Pete. He didn’t want to tell me where you live. Seems like a really ethical guy.”
“Except he did tell you where I live.”
“Well, yeah, but it cost me five grand.” My eyes go wide. “I mean, he’s ethical for, y’know, a guy who runs a strip joint.”
Nope. This is not going down like this. “Get. Out.” I’m pointing at the door now.
“No!” Diane whines. “No, no, no. We’re just getting to know him, Maddie! Oh, my God. This guy. Where the hell have you been hiding him all these months?”
“Where have I been hiding him?” I see red as I go to him, hands out, and slam them into his chest. The force of my push makes him step back… half a step. Maybe. “I wasn’t hiding him anywhere, you traitors! This asshole ducked out on me years ago. And when I needed him, when I was begging him to—” I shake my head to clear my mind. “And then he shows back up and thinks everything’s gonna be fine just because we fucked a couple of times when I didn’t know it was him!”
There’s a beat before Annie says, “You fucked him?” with, like, way more excitement in her voice than she should.
“Not the point!” I shout as I slam my hands into his chest again.
But this time, he grabs my wrist and stops me, saying, “Can we please talk?”
I struggle in his grip, but he holds tight. I clench my teeth and spit, “Let go of me.”
He does. Immediately. Both hands up as if in surrender.
I decide to change my strategy. Because clearly Tyler Morgan is being Tyler Morgan. He attracts people to him like a siren song calling sailors to the rocks. He knows how to play up the act he perfected long ago. Seemingly genuine, charismatic, and fascinating as he leads the rest of us to our destruction.
So I pull the friend card out and whirl around to face Annie, Diane, and Caroline. Taking a deep breath, I say, “He’s not what you think,” in the calmest tone I can muster. My voice is shaky. My hands are trembling with anger. But I hold it together. “He ruined me,” I say. “He broke me into tiny pieces, dropped me to the ground, and walked all over me.”
Annie just stares at me, confused.
“What do you mean?” Diane asks.
“He left me, Diane. After Scotty died. He left me alone. He never came back. He never even showed up for his funeral. I begged him,” I say, starting to cry. “I begged him and he told me to stop. He just went on with his life like nothing happened. Like my brother didn’t just die the most horrific death possible. Like what we all meant to each other was meaningless. So I hope one of those stories he told you about our childhood included that little fact. And then…” I continue, drawing in a deep breath, willing the strength it takes to get this last part in so I can twist that knife in his chest the way he did mine. “And then he went off and made millions of dollars. Been living it up in a goddamned penthouse, no cares at all. No worries at all. While I’ve been back here…”
But I lose it there. I can’t say the words selling myself. Because I’ll die right now if I have to say that. I’ll die.
There’s a filled beat while everyone stares at Tyler, who never breaks eye contact with me. And I really wish he would. Because his eyes are sad and hurt-looking and no fucking way will I fall for that shit. No. Fucking. Way.
Caroline mutters, “He’s a millionaire?”
Jesus Christ.

   

The Determined Duchess by Erica Monroe 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Historical Romance)

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Death is just the beginning in this dark, emotional Gothic Regency Romance...

After the death of her beloved guardian, Miss Felicity Fields is left adrift, her future uncertain. Grief-stricken, she launches a plan to use the ancient art of alchemy to bring back to life the woman who was like a mother to her. The last thing this blunt bluestocking needs is the return of Nicholas Harding, the Duke of Wycliffe and rightful owner of her home on the wild coast of Cornwall. He stirs an unexpected passion within her, and Felicity has had enough change in her life.

When they were children, Nicholas never understood his aunt's brilliant but unemotional ward, or her many strange scientific studies. He ought to take her back to London, so she can make a proper society match--except he can't stop thinking about her. But with the line between life and death blurred by Felicity's experiments, can he convince her that she's no longer alone, and her proper place is by his side?

How dare he!

For a minute, Felicity stood there, glaring daggers at Nicholas’s retreating back. How dare he, she thought again, and again, as she had so many times before when dealing with him. He made her want to shake her fist, stomp her foot, and spit on him. Perhaps she’d do all three, with him here now.

Which no one had told her to anticipate.

If she’d had time to prepare, she could have had a strategy. Now she was caught at a disadvantage. Why hadn’t anyone informed her? After so many years living at Tetbery, the servants knew she didn’t cope well with the unexpected.

And now, she had too much at stake—if Nicholas learned about the true nature of her experiments, he’d stop her from bringing back Margaret.

Gathering her skirts in one hand, Felicity broke into a jog. The wind smacked against her cheeks, the harshness somehow fitting. The morning had started out sunny, but despite the clearness of the sky, the sun simply wasn’t strong enough to abate the chill.

All the sun did was make Nicholas look like golden god.

Fitting, too, that even the weather was against her.

“Curb her wild ways,” he’d said, as if he was the one to do that.

When they’d been children, she’d always been the one to point out possible dangers. He’d never listened. Not when she’d given him directions in her laboratory, and not when he’d sprained his ankle jumping off the manor’s second story balcony to get away from her lecture on the pollination processes of honey bees.

Served him right, really. Honey bees were fascinating creatures, and he should have been thanking her for enlightening him, not running away.

   

Wild Homecoming by Liza Street 💕 FREE eBook TODAY ONLY 💕 (Mountain Lion Shifter Romance)

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He couldn’t care less about his territory—what he wants is her.

Summer Grieb is thrilled to be single. Her butthole ex stole her credit info and the resulting legal battles have pretty much thrown her off guys forever. She gets along just fine with her online friend, Jackson, with whom she exchanges messages nearly every day. He’s safe because he’s always on the road and they’ll likely never meet in person.

Mountain lion shifter Jackson Jaynes is willing to risk everything, even his relationship with his siblings, to return to the Dark Pines territory and meet the woman who sends him those funny, flirty messages. But when his return sparks a new wave of violence, he’ll have to decide whether to fight it out, or leave home again, in order to keep Summer safe.

Content Warning: This shifter romance stands alone and has an HEA. It contains liberal usage of naughty language and sexytimes. It is intended for adults.

A perfectly-sized story full of hope, love and mystery!

Jackson suffered a tragedy in his past which gave him a little bit of an "I'm not worthy" complex. I enjoyed reading how he worked through that, and I thought it was endearing.

That is, until he met Summer. I loved reading how just her being her quirky self gave Jackson a reason to want to be a better man. Er, mountain lion. Shifter.

And THEN, Liza throws in some very suspicious happenings, and Jackson doesn't hesitate to stand up and be the protector he never knew he was.

I am VERY interested to read Jackson's older brother, Will's book. He REALLY seems like that dark, brooding no-nonsense type...my favorite!

I'm so excited for more of these books!

(I received a copy of this book in consideration of an honest review)

He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life.
He started forward, his steps hurried, until he remembered the message he’d sent her. It was up to Summer whether she said hello or not. Stifling his frustration and the urges of the lion inside of him, he turned and made his way to the bar. She’d seen him, and she’d come say hello.
She had to.
Jackson had stopped praying when his parents were killed. He still believed in a higher power, but he hadn’t had any desire to talk to that power. But in this moment, the bar filled with raucous laughter, classic rock blaring from speakers set near a tiny stage at the back, the thudding of billiard balls falling into pockets at one of the pool tables to his left…in this moment, his life could change forever. It could go from something tolerable and generally okay to something mind-blowingly amazing. And it all depended on whether Summer wanted to meet him.
He found an empty seat at the bar and sat down. After catching the bartender’s eye, he said, “A pint of whatever session IPA you’ve got.”
“Sure thing.”
He watched the bartender pull down the tap and fill a glass. It was hard to pretend that he was focused on that, and not on whatever Summer might or might not be doing across the room, behind his back.
The bartender pushed the glass across the bar. “That’s five.”
Jackson handed him a ten. “Keep the change.”
A huge tip, but he’d take whatever karma he could get at this point.
He smelled her before she spoke. A smoky mint scent that pulled at his awareness. As long as he lived, he’d never be able to forget it. Should he turn around now, or wait for her to say something? His heart thudded loudly in his chest. It could have sounded like he was afraid, but it wasn’t fear—it was anticipation. He forced himself to hold still.
“Um, Jackson?”
He turned around, already smiling. “Summer?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She wore a dark blue tank top with tiny flowers embroidered into the fabric, and those skinny jeans that showed off women’s legs. Her dark brown eyes were wide and unsure. She gripped her margarita like a talisman. Jackson breathed in and smelled the sharp undertones of fear beneath her minty, smoky scent. She was afraid, and it immediately sobered his excitement.
“I’m really glad to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand.
She reached forward and shook, her grip strong despite her obvious anxiety. “I’m sitting back over there with my friend,” she said, gesturing with her chin.
Jackson was struck with the thought that probably every single thing she did was adorable. Every gesture from jerking her chin to the side, to scrunching her nose up when she was unsure, to raising her eyebrows in question.
“Great,” he said. “Do you mind if I join you both, or…do you want me to get lost?”
“Oh. Um, come on over.”
He followed close behind her, not willing to give up the sight or the scent of her. From his peripheral vision, he could see that her friend was giving him a once-over. What had happened to Summer? Her friend seemed more protective than he would normally expect, and Summer herself was obviously a bit jumpy and slow to trust. He waited for Summer to sit down, and then he pulled over a free chair and sat—not too close to her, but close enough to show he was interested.
This was going to be a difficult balancing act, but Summer was worth the effort, no question.

💕 March 29 💕