Entrance by J.J.Sorel 💕 Book Tour & eBook Bundle Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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Clarissa Moone is a young, classy, impoverished art history graduate. Her life transforms when she lands a job working for the enigmatic billionaire, Aidan Thornhill. As the contract stipulates that she reside at his lavish Malibu estate, Clarissa suddenly finds herself surrounded by jaw-dropping art and opulence. A significant step up from the run-down apartment she shares with her best friend.

Aidan Thornhill is a self-made billionaire whose earlier start in life was riddled with poverty and a dysfunctional upbringing. Running away from scandal, he joins the army and works his way up to the Special Forces. Accompanied by haunting memories, Thornhill re-enters civilian life with a million dollars gifted to him by a dying buddy. He travels to Europe where he develops a passion for art. And after many astute investments, he becomes one of LA’s wealthiest bachelors.

Voluptuous, intelligent and sensitive, Clarissa Moone's beauty makes Aidan gasp for air. But with a reputation that is as much invented as true, he has to convince Clarissa that he is not a heart-breaker. Aidan Thornhill’s movie-star looks, love of art and passionate support for the downtrodden, soon wins Clarissa’s heart, soul, and innocence.
After living a life devoted to intellectual pursuits and art, being new to love, she succumbs to her smoldering hot boss, who stops at nothing to pleasure her, sending Clarissa off into toe-curling ecstasy.

Behind the scenes, however, the claws are out. Determined to stir trouble, three characters, one of whom, a spoilt heiress, do everything to reap revenge.

With mutual burning passion impossible to extinguish, the couple's chemistry is so potent that their souls implode when Thornhill’s mysterious past threatens to drive a wedge between them. The former soldier goes into battle determined to have Clarissa even if it means losing everything.

Next minute, the sexy gardener was there by my side, inscrutable as usual in baseball cap and dark glasses. This time he was bare-chested, setting off a warm pulse below. He was so hot my breath hitched. Speechless, I clutched onto my sarong.

He appeared a giant compared to my five-foot-two frame. My eyes drank him like ambrosia. In the sun, the dusting of hair on his firm, rippling chest shimmered. Droplets of water, which I suddenly thirsted for, settled on the puckered flesh of his tanned, shapely biceps. His wet shorts hugged his muscular thighs. I nearly swooned when I noticed a considerable bulge clinging to his drenched shorts. Is that an erection?

Reminded I was topless beneath my slightly see-through sarong, I tightened my grip. The heat raging through me was intense. My nipples, with a mind of their own, pierced through the thin fabric.

I couldn’t see where his eyes were behind those dark glasses. But I felt his gaze burning into me anyway. With no idea how long I’d been staring, my senses scattered.

At last, the god spoke. “I’m sorry about that. He’s taken a shine to you, which is unusual for Rocket. He’s generally reserved, bordering on anti-social.” A deep, sexy voice accompanied his scrumptious physique, which was fortunate. A high-pitched voice would have been heart-breaking.

The Earl in My Bed by Stacy Reid 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Historical Romance)

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For years, Daphne Wentworth, Countess Carrington has loved her powerful, enigmatic husband, despite the fact that they married under less than ideal circumstances. But no more. Finally at her breaking point, Daphne intends to create a scandal so big, her austere husband will have no choice but to divorce her. Except everything goes awry when he surprises her with the last thing she expected.

Sylvester Wentworth, Earl of Carrington, has returned to London for one reason—to seduce his wife. After a near-death experience, he is in need of an heir and means to make his marriage a real one. To his shock, though, his wicked, beautiful countess wants the exact opposite, and he must now do everything possible to entice his countess to stay forever.

It was unbearably tempting to press her mouth to his. If she allowed the intimacy of a kiss, wasn’t that the doorway to her undoing? She was already so very aware of him. That echoing emptiness crept from the corners of her heart and darted through her. Daphne knew the press of his lips, the scent of him, the comfort of touch, the thrill of passion would suppress the chasm.

She should be doing everything in her heart to resist whatever this was, for if she allowed him close enough, he would soon be in her bed, and that way led to disaster, she knew it with a certainty that defied logic. Her lips paused a whisper below his, and the fingers on her hips tensed. A rush of fierce anticipation flowed through her veins, yet the dratted man did not press his advantage at her evident willingness. Instead, he waited, an odd sort of tension riding the air.

He kissed her. She made a soft sound and parted her lips. He tasted of mint, spice, and Sylvester himself. His tongue lightly skimmed along her lower lip, and she softened more against him. Then it was over.

Her lids fluttered open, and she stared at him in bemusement.

“Thank you,” he said.

She suddenly knew with a shattering certainty that their marriage as it had existed in that cold, indifferent state was over. What stood on the other side of the invitation, pain or happiness, she did not know, but she was willing for the next several weeks to discover it.

    

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Finding Michael by Megan Slayer 💕 Book Blast & Handmade Bracelet Giveaway 💕 (M/M Romance)

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Going home could be just the thing his muse needs and his heart desires.

Tristan Paulson needs the words to return. He loves his career penning novels of small-town love, but his muse has gone missing. If he can’t write, he can go back to his roots and sort through the items his newly deceased uncle left behind. Once in Sullavan, Ohio, he realizes just how much he loved the place. Then he sees the handsome librarian—Michael is just the kind of guy he’s always wanted. How can he go back to the big city when Sullavan calls to him?

Michael Kane wants nothing more than to be surrounded by his books and the written word. He knows heartbreak and isn’t in the mood to put himself out into the dating pool again…until he sees Tristan. He wants to be with Tristan, but he’s too shy. A handsome man like Tristan wouldn’t be interested in a quiet man like Michael…would he?

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Tristan remained beside Michael as they walked to the diner. He could get used to being with Michael. He’d only been in town for twenty-four hours and he couldn’t fathom not having Michael in his life. As friends? Absolutely. As lovers? If he had his way, then yes. He admired the different buildings along the route.

Many of the storefronts bore art deco influence. He stopped in front of an abandoned former appliance store. “What happened here?”

“It went under. People wanted cheaper prices.” Michael shrugged. “I think it would make a great store for something else.” He cupped his hands against the glass and peered through the window. “It’s got a second floor and a lot of the neon still works.”

“Yeah?” He shielded his eyes and peeked through the glass. Sure enough, he noticed the second floor and the raised areas of the first floor. “Has anyone tried to resurrect it?”

“No.” Michael strode away from the building.

Sadness settled deep in Tristan’s bones. Where he lived in New York, shops sprang up and collapsed yearly. A few went the distance, but most didn’t. He missed the fun of record shopping for vinyl and second-hand books at another store. He saw so much potential in Sullavan, but he also understood the reality of keeping a business alive. He paused.

The characters spoke to him. One of them wanted to keep a struggling business going. One that was started by the father of the lawyer, but was now that he was ready for retirement. Tristan nodded. He’d have to jot that notation down once they got to the diner.

“Are you okay?” Michael stopped. “Tristan?”

Hearing his name on Michael’s lips shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did. His nerve endings sizzled and his heartbeat sped up. He longed to touch Michael again. The stolen moments back at the park weren’t enough. He’d gotten an erection just from sitting beside him.

“Well?” Michael frowned. “What’s up?”

“I had a piece of the story fall into place and am trying to remember it.” He hurried up to Michael and fell back into step with him. “I’ll write it down when we get a table.”

    

Enticed By You by Meghana Sarathy 💕 Book Tour & eBook Bundle Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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I’m Sara Waters. I had a perfect life – an almost perfect boyfriend- a career plan laid out. BUT….
One surprising encounter with my BOSS-Nathan Bankers and I see an all new face of his
One conversation with Nathan - my heart takes the fall and I come unhinged.
I fall for the WRONG guy, letting go of my right boyfriend.
I fall for the GUY twenty years elder to me – His age a mere number, his attraction for me, my vice.
I fall for the Married man, father of two – Tucking away my own virtue
Nothing is black and white, right or wrong in love.
Our love might me dirty for the world, but it is pure in the bubble that we have created and live in.
I love Nathan Bankers with all my heart and I make the best of my limited time with him.
I also know that nothing can come out of it – EVER
No expectations and no hopes of a HEA for me
An undying love for a man who was never meant to be MINE
And yet I have him ENTICED

Enticed by you is the first book in the duet. This book contains graphical sex and certain 'triggers' that are suitable for readers above the age of 18.

Nathan
I shrug nonchalantly. “Only if you ponder over it. And honestly, I don’t see what’s wrong in grasping true happiness, that’s temporary and comes one in a while, with both hands? As long as I have my priorities set and everything is under control, let me just make best of the situation. I won’t be giving Cecilia any reason to complain. Everything between us will continue to remain the same.”
“Okay,” he finally concedes but it’s fake. He can never buy my logic. He has set very high morals for himself and unfortunately for his clients as well. He’s a marriage counsellor, so saving marriages is expected of him. “Can you throw some light about this special person? I’m curious. Genuinely.”
“She’s a crazy, smart, beautiful girl. A lot like me. Perfect for me. We complete and also contrast each other. She pushes me past my limits and she lets me boss and push her around as well. We get a thrill out of it.”
“A girl?” He catches on things real fast. I’ll be spilling more secrets than I hoped for. “Is there any particular reason you described her as a girl and not a woman? Is she young?”
“Yeah. Nearly twenty years younger than me.”
“Seriously?” His mouth gapes open and his brows furrow. “Nathan, tell me this is some pathetic joke.”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. She is that young,” I tell with an impassive face.
“Does she even know what she has gotten herself into? Have you being lying to her, Nathan?” he asks, perplexed.
“Really?” I scorn. “You think I would lie to her just so I get to fuck her? I told you, she understands me the best, at times more than I understand myself. She knows everything about me. She knows I’m in my early forties, married, father of two. She’s also well aware that I’m her boss, working in the same team, though she doesn’t directly report to me.”
There are no more outbursts from him. But his brown irises seem to have dimmed, like the hope that was once shining in them for me and Cecilia just got extinguished. For good.
“Are you sure that she’s not just behind your money or the kind of power and influence you can exert on her career?”
Now it’s my turn to be surprised. This possibility never even struck me. That’s because it’s so ludicrous.
“So, what will you say next? You can’t call her love for me naivety, now. Not buying it. You just want to deter my advances towards her.”
“Honestly, I didn’t see this coming. At this point in time, I didn’t believe you could be attracted to such a young woman. I was sure that you are completely over those days and your past urges. “
With my hand shoved inside my pant pocket, I stand up. “Love is just fucked up that way. It doesn’t care for anything. Age, relations, money, status. These are just the pillars on which our society stands and our adherence to them lays the foundation of such a societal existence. They are meaningless for love.”
Shaking his head, he offers me a small smile. “But Nathan, like it or not, you are also a part of the very same society. So is your family. Repercussions will be profound even on them.”
I walk to his cabin door and talk with my back to him. “And that’s exactly why I told, even if love is permanent with no expiry date, it can only be lived temporarily. It’s something that I have already accepted and come to terms with. This is possibly as much as I can love a person.” I turn to him again. “I’ll see you soon, Doc. But I assure you nothing would have changed. Until then, take your time to process this new info.

A Mother’s Gift by Charlotte Hubbard 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Inspirational Romance)

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For Leah Otto, marrying Jude Shetler is a long-held dream come true. As a young girl, she was captivated by his good looks and talent as an auctioneer. When Jude, now a widower with three children, begins to court her, Leah doesn’t hesitate. Other men may not appreciate her tomboy ways, but Jude values Leah’s practical nature and her skill with the animals she tends, and both enter the marriage with joy and optimism.

Three months later, Leah feels as if her world is coming down around her. Her twin teenage step-daughters, Alice and Adeline, are pushing boundaries and taking far too many risks, while five-year-old Stevie deeply misses his mother. Leah, more at ease in a barn tending her goats and chickens than in a kitchen, struggles with her housekeeping duties.

Then a baby is abandoned on their doorstep, and Leah must search her soul. Caring for little Betsy fills her with renewed purpose and the strength to begin pulling her family together. With Jude’s steadfast support, Leah finds that what she once thought of as a happy ending may be something even better—the beginning of a life rich in love, faith, and unexpected blessings.

Jeremiah Shetler leaned his elbows on his kitchen table, gazing earnestly at his younger brother—who, at thirty-three, was surely old enough to know better about what he was getting into. “Last chance to see reason, Jude,” he stated bluntly. “If you go through with this wedding tomorrow, you’ll be signing on for a lifetime of sorrow and regret.”

Jude’s dark eyes flashed with resentment. “Sounds more like my marriage to Frieda—God rest her soul,” he added quickly. “Why can’t you let me find my happiness with a woman who won’t keep secrets? A woman who adores me and makes me laugh?”

“Leah’s a nice girl, jah,” Jeremiah said with a shake of his head, “but she’s clueless about such basic activities as putting a gut meal on the table—”

“Why are you telling me this?” Jude demanded.

Jeremiah exhaled forcefully. He’d never understood what Jude saw in Leah. He could only assume that his widowed brother was so desperate for affection and companionship that he was willing to settle for a woman who’d never progressed beyond being the tomboy daughter Raymond and Lenore Otto hadn’t taught much about a wife’s responsibilities.

“Have you ever eaten a meal Leah cooked?” he challenged. “Vernon Gingerich has told me that any time he’s visited the Otto home, Lenore’s been bustling around in the kitchen and Leah’s been in the front room chatting with him and her dat. And at our family dinners these past months, Leah’s cleaned up the dishes, but I’ve not seen any signs that she knows how to operate a stove.”

“Lenore does the cooking when Vernon visits because he’s her bishop, and she enjoys cooking for a man now that Raymond’s gone,” Jude explained impatiently. He raked his hand through his disheveled dark waves, glancing downward with an anguished sigh. “Come on, man. You know how it is to lose a wife—and you don’t even have kids to look after. Doesn’t the loneliness—the need for adult conversation—eat you alive at times?”

Jeremiah looked away, his heart pierced by the blatant reminder of Priscilla’s absence. After three years of living without her, he did indeed know how the silence of nights alone clawed at a man’s heart like a relentless beast. But he needed to pursue his present purpose before Jude made the biggest mistake of his life.