Can't Stand the Heat by Peggy Jaeger 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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With three successful TV series under her belt, including her cousin Kandy’s, executive producer Stacy Peters is ready to helm her own show. But to make that happen, she has to do her network boss one favor first—spend two months on a ranch in Montana wrangling the notoriously difficult director of Beef Battles. Apparently, he eats producers for breakfast. Yet all Stacy can think when she meets the lean, rugged man is how hungry he makes her . . .

Dominic Stamp—Nikko to his very few friends—has had enough interference from TV newbies. And when Stacy climbs out of the car in Montana, he’s not convinced she’s even old enough to drive, much less produce his show. But he can’t deny that the long-legged blonde with the stubborn will and the dazzling smile whets his appetite. And as Stacy proves her talent with the crew and the budget alike, Nikko vows to prove to her that love is on the menu for both of them . . .

“I wish you’d do that more often,” he said, his hand circling her upper arm as he turned her, slowly, back to face him.

“What? Leave?”

He stared at her a beat, the line between his brows deepening. “Smile.”

Flabbergasted, she stood, rooted.

“More specifically,” he added, “smile at me. You do at everyone else. From Dixon, to his son; the crew. Even Melora. Everyone, but me.”

“I—“

His grip tightened a little as he pulled her in closer, their torsos almost touching.

“Why? Why can you show everyone else that little piece of yourself, but not me?”

“I…I don’t know how to answer that,” she said. “I know I was thrust on you without you wanting me here. I know you don’t like me, I—“

“That’s not true. I didn’t want to like you,” he admitted. “There’s a difference. You’re a producer. A bottom line watcher. An annoying necessity. Liking you goes against the grain.”

At that she did smile, because she knew it was true.

“See now,” he said, as he slid his other hand up her arm to settle on the back of her neck, fingers curling up into her hair to hold on. “When you do that? When you smile at me like that, so openly, so…freely? I can’t think about anything else.”

A gentle tug and he had her head pillowed in his spread palms as he bent his own down to hers.

Through her glasses she watched the fine whiskey in his eyes blend with the ink of his pupils as they dilated.

“I haven’t been able to think clearly about anything for the past few days.” His mouth was a whisper from hers. His gaze skimmed from her eyes to her mouth and back again in one slow string of heat. “Except for this.”

She thought she’d be prepared for the feel of his lips on hers again. After all, she’d done little else but reminisce about their texture and taste for days. But she was wrong.

So wrong.

Nothing could have ever prepared her for the way the slight pressure he placed on the back of her neck as he brought her closer sent a shiver of such carnal delight down her spine she almost hummed. Or the way his breath, warm and full, felt as it washed over her cheeks. And she certainly wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions he released within her when he quite expertly parted her lips and deepened the kiss, pulling at her very soul.

No, nothing in her life had equipped her with how to deal with Nikko Stamp’s kiss.

So she simply let go of all thought, fear, and concern, and surrendered to it.

   

The Pleasure of Panic by J.A. Huss 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Contemporary Romance)

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From NYT Bestselling Author, JA Huss, comes a new sexy standalone in the Jordan's Game series. Issy is about to have the night of her life! Her sexual fantasy is about to come true thanks to Jordan Wells and his little fantasy fulfillment business. Or is it?

A new day. A new game. A new girl to (try and) please.
Issy Grey is a control freak. There's no problem she can't solve. Issy's also a successful self-help author, presenter, and life coach. She has every answer, every time you ask for it.
That is... until her BFF butts into her life and signs her up for a sexual fantasy fulfillment game she never asked to play!
Now she can't turn it off! She can't quit, because Jordan Wells refuses to admit she's even a player!
And she can't get rid of the man assigned to pleasure her with panic, because he's her new bodyguard!
Just... WTF?

FINN
“I’m ready,” she finally says, breaking the awkward silence.
“Right,” I say. “Let’s go.”
I wave her forward towards the door but she shakes her head and juts her chin out. “You first,” she says.
Which is weird. But then again, this whole fucking night has been weird. “Sure,” I say, walking to the door and opening it up. But when I look over my shoulder, she still hasn’t moved. “Issy? You coming?”
She stares at me again. The seconds tick off. I start to feel uncomfortable, like she’s onto me. She knows I’m not a player in whatever game this is she’s playing. But just when I’m about to open my mouth and try to explain, she steps forward, and I relax.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Silver Springs,” I say.
“What? That’s like two hours away!”
Shit. Is it? I have no idea where Silver Springs is. Fuckin’ Declan was supposed to text me the address, so I check my phone, find the missed message, then press the maps app to get directions.
“How will I ever be back in time for masterclass prep tomorrow?”
What does she think is happening tonight? It’s fuckin’ killing me. But I can’t ask so I lie. “What we’re doing in Silver Springs won’t take long, don’t worry. You can sleep on the way there and the way back. I’ll keep you safe.”
“You keep saying that,” Issy says. “But I don’t need your protection, Finn. I need—”
But she stops. She was just about to tell me what she needs and… goddammit. I really hate this game we’re playing. “You need what?” I prompt her, hopeful.
“I need what was promised,” she says.
“Why?” I ask, because asking what was promised feels like the wrong move.
“You don’t need to know why,” she says, walking over to the framed magazine cover to straighten it out on the wall. She turns to me. “You just need to deliver.”
Deliver. O-kaaay. “Shall we?” I ask, standing just outside the door.
“Sure,” she says, and joins me on the front stoop, stopping to lock her door from the outside.
I take her bag—which is pretty light, and that impresses me. I appreciate a light packer—and stick it in the trunk, then open the passenger side door and wave her in.
“Rules say no civilians in the front,” she says.
“I’m gonna bend the rules tonight for you, Issy. I don’t like the idea of you riding in the back.”
“Why?”
“Why are you so suspicious of me all of a sudden? I mean, we just had a good time. What’s up?”
“You’re just acting weird.” But she gets in the front seat. So I close her door, walk around the car, and get in my side.
“It is kinda weird, right?” I start the car, check the directions on my phone, and then pull away from the curb as she thinks about that. “I mean… don’t you think this is weird?”
“Which part?” she says. “What I asked for? Or that I let you fuck me?”
“Let me?” I laugh, again. “Begged me, Issy.”
“Whatever,” she says, waving her hand in the air. “I never beg. I just take what I want.” But I catch a small smile out of the corner of my eye.
“So no, not too weird,” I lie.
“Just a little weird?” she asks, still smiling. “It’s not a strange request. I looked it up.”
“You did?” I ask. Fuck, I’m dying to know what she thinks we’re doing tonight.
“Yes. I found a study online that cited almost eight percent of the female population fantasizes about it.”
I almost stop the car. Like my foot taps the brake, and we both jerk forward before I realize what I’m doing and correct.
“What the fuck was that?” Issy asks.
“I… uh… there was a cat running across the road. I didn’t want to hit it.”
Did she imply what I think she implied? Are we playing a sex game?
“Is this a big place?” she asks in my ensuing silence.
“Nope,” I lie again. Well, is it really a lie if there’s no place? I mean, we are going somewhere, but the safe house in Silver Springs is obviously not what she’s fantasizing about.
“How many people?” she asks. And when I look over at her, she’s biting her lip like she’s nervous.
Fuck. I have nothing for that. “You’ll see,” I say, getting onto the I-70 freeway that will take us up into the mountains.
“Are you curious?” she asks.
“Very.” I laugh.
“About which part?”
“Uh…”
“I mean, I know we’re not supposed to talk about this or it’ll ruin the illusion, but I’m sorta nervous and I can’t help it.”
Jesus Christ. Pull yourself together, Finn Murphy! You’re a goddamned FBI agent. You’re a motherfucking force to be reckoned with. This woman has you totally off your game! Step the fuck up and play!
I heed the internal monologue and collect myself. “I’m curious about the whole thing, honestly.”
“Because it’s weird?”
“I thought we already decided it was normal?”
“It is normal. Well, it’s normal to fantasize about it. I’m not sure how many women actually go through with it, so that’s… a little bit unusual. But you know what they say?”
“What do they say?” I’m dying. Fucking dying to know what they say!

   

Kingston by Dani René 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Erotic Romance)

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I am arrogant. Insatiable. A single father.
I desire things that would make most people blush.
Normally, I find outlets that allow me to free the sexual beast living within and play to my heart’s content.
And when my voluptuous, innocent assistant starts starving me after a little taste, I decide I’ll let my inner animal feed—on her.
Trouble is, once I have her, I can’t let her go, and that makes things complicated.
My name is Levi Kingston.
I am a dirty, ravenous, greedy man.
People may detest my kinks, but it doesn’t stop them from wanting me.

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Four Fathers Series by bestselling authors
J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey

Four genres.
Four bestselling authors.
Four different stories.
Four weeks in April.
One intense, sexy, thrilling ride from beginning to end!

***These books were designed so you can read them out of order. However, they each interconnect and would be best enjoyed by reading them all!***

Copyright 2018 – Dani René

I want this. I want him.
“I gave you a job. Wasn’t it good enough? You come here to shake your ass in front of assholes who pay you too?” His voice holds more anguish than anger.
“Yet, here you are, asshole.” My retort has his gaze lighting up like an inferno. It burns into me. Fire blazing through a forest, taking down everything in its path.
His hands grip my shoulders and he spins me around before shoving me back against the wall. My face presses hard against the surface.
“What are you doing?” My words are muffled by the porcelain. Soft hues of cream and pink are too close to my face.
“I’m showing you what an asshole I can be,” he growls, lifting the negligee to bunch around my hips. Without warning, he swats my ass painfully, the sting eliciting a whimper from me. He rains down another, and another, until my knees buckle.
I haven’t been spanked since I was a kid. But this is very different. This…this just made me wet, my arousal soaking the flimsy material of my panties. And I wonder just what else Mr. Kingston can and would want to do to me. Those thoughts have my belly fluttering with hummingbird wings. I’ve wanted him since the first day I walked into his office. But it can never work. There’s just no way… or is there?

Losing Adam by Adrienne Clarke 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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What happens when the person you love most in the world suddenly becomes a stranger?

Adam and Jenny’s world is falling apart. Their dream of attending college together away from home quickly becomes a nightmare when Adam begins hearing the voice of the Snow Queen. Adam’s startling transformation from popular drama student into a withdrawn, suspicious stranger leaves Jenny frightened and confused. How can the person she loves most in the world suddenly become someone she doesn’t recognize? As Adam drifts farther and farther away into the Snow Queen’s mysterious world of ice and snow, Jenny believes she must fight to bring him back or risk losing him forever.

Vividly narrated by Adam and Jenny, the struggle to understand the impact of Adam’s mental illness, forces both characters on a journey of self-discovery that leads to understanding about life’s uncertainty, the power of first love, and the pain of letting go. Drawing on elements of The Snow Queen fairy tale, Losing Adam is a unique combination of drama and romance.

Re-imagining Famous Fairy Tales

Audrey Hepburn said, “If I’m honest I have to tell you, I still read fairy tales and I love them best of all.” So I’m in good company when I say that I love fairy tales and often look to them for inspiration in my own writing. This is especially true in my new YA/NA novel, Losing Adam, which is partly inspired by The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen.
The first time I read The Snow Queen as a little girl, I was intrigued by the Snow Queen’s haughty beauty and her mysterious world of ice and snow. Like all good fairy tales, there was a compelling dichotomy between the Snow Queen’s cold cruelty and the warm and loving friendship between Gerta and Kai. And when Kai is spirited away by the Snow Queen on her silver sled, the fight between good and evil ensues.
What stayed with me most about The Snow Queen, however, was the somewhat unusual circumstance of the girl rescuing the boy. Gerta’s bravery, her determination to help her friend no matter what the cost, was first instance of female bravery I encountered in my reading life. Encountering numerous obstacles in her journey to rescue Kai, Greta faced each one with courage and intelligence.
Rereading The Snow Queen as an adult I admired Greta even more, and, inspired by her example, I began to create my own heroine. Like Greta, my character would risk everything for love, even the wrath of a queen with ice around her heart. In my novel, Losing Adam, the Snow Queen is a metaphor for mental illness, and the obstacles my characters face are different, but like Greta and Kai they too are on a journey. And in true fairy tale form, appearances are deceptive. In both stories, what begins as a straightforward search and rescue mission, eventually transforms into a search for self that culminates in an understanding of life’s uncertainty. How one moment you can hold spring and all if its infinite possibilities in the palm of your hand, and the next you’re trying to grasp a handful of snow as it melts through your fingers.
Aside from thematic similarities, I hope that what Losing Adam has in common with the original tale is complexity. With each reading, the reader will come away with fresh insights into the story and is characters. And most of all, I hope Losing Adam will resonate with readers, and that it will find a place in their heart as all the best stories do.

Adam

Student Health Services: Please come in, the sign on the door said. Had that been there the last time? Come in – come in, come in, come in. The words circled slowly in my head without coming to a stop. The receptionist handed me a blue form. Please record your name and student number it said in tiny black letters. The words to an old Clash song rang in my head: Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, if I stay it will be double…
The receptionist took in my unwashed hair and dirty jeans. “Don’t worry, all of your information is kept strictly confidential.”
I rolled the pen back and forth between my fingers. “Does that include my parents?”
“Yes, of course. We won’t release your personal information to anyone without your permission.” I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I filled out the form anyway and headed towards the waiting area. There were a couple of other students there coughing their lungs out, so I sat down as far away from them as possible.

“Adam Kane,” the nurse read off a shiny plastic clipboard. The way she said my name made me feel like I had burs underneath my skin. I didn’t want anyone looking at me and wondering why I was there.
The nurse looked expectantly in the direction of the waiting area. Stand up! My body responded to the command in slow motion. Finally, I raised myself out of the chair and followed the nurse down a long hallway painted pea soup green. Step on a crack, break your mother’s back. I counted fourteen cracks in the linoleum floor before we stopped in front of a small office. The nurse waved me towards two squat looking plastic chairs. I sat down in the one closest to the door and watched the nurse arrange a sheet of crinkly white paper on the examining table.
“She hates you,” the static whispered. “She wants you to die.”
“Stop,” I said.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” the nurse asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “It’s nothing.” Didn’t she hear it? Of course she did, she’s just pretending. That’s why she was looking at me like that; disgust seeped from the pores on her face making her skin shiny, almost wet looking.
The nurse pointed to the crinkly paper. “If you’ll hop up on the table for me please, I’m going to take your blood pressure.”
“Don’t do it,” one of the voices whispered. “It burns, it burns,” said another.
The nurse patted the table like you would a puppy. “It’ll just take a minute.”
I moved towards the table, but when I tried to climb onto it, my arms and legs turned to Jell-O. The nurse grabbed hold of my arm and hoisted me into place.
“There now, can you raise your right arm please?” Her voice was pointed and sharp, like the needles lined up on the table across from me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push the voices back into the static. At first that’s all they’d been, a fuzzy kind of humming, like when the TV cable went out, except that the sound was coming from inside of my head. But then the static began to take shape. Tiny pieces of black fuzz slowly bonding together until the voices were strong enough to make themselves heard over the steady hum in my brain. I hated the voices. Keeping them quiet sucked the energy from my body until I felt as thin and weightless as a shadow.