Cover Reveal ~ Lead Me Home by A.L. Jackson #Giveaway

Lead Me Home

A stand-alone romance in A.L. Jackson's Fight for Me series...

Coming May 7th

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Meet Oliver Preston, better known as Ollie, the bartender/owner of Olive's in the Fight for Me series, and he's itching to tell his story. Are you ready for him? This sexiness is coming to you in LEAD ME HOME, releasing May 7th!

I cannot wait to get this story to you. It's intense and suspenseful, crazy sexy, and packed with the feels!!

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TITLE: LEAD ME HOME

SERIES: A Fight for Me Stand-Alone Novel 

RELEASE DATE: MAY 7TH, 2018

Fourteen years ago, my life changed forever.

My sister disappeared. That day I was selfish. That day I chose myself over her. And that day, I lost everything.

Including Nikki Walters.

She's the girl I’ve loved my whole life. She’s gorgeous. Caring. Every single thing I’ve ever wanted but denied myself. She was my sister’s best friend, and I destroyed any chance of keeping her.

When her safety is threatened, I have a second chance to do the right thing. But as soon as she moves in, I want her in all the wrong ways.

All it takes is a brush of her hand, and I’m losing all control.

The fire between us is only burning hotter.

But neither of us saw what was coming.

And it just might be Nikki Walters who destroys me in the end.

The highly anticipated sexy, suspenseful stand-alone second-chance romance from NYT Bestselling Author, A.L. Jackson.

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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.

Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, and BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for A.L. Jackson’s upcoming novel, LEAD ME HOME, the third stand-alone novel in her brand-new FIGHT FOR ME SERIES.

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Cover Reveal ~ The Dating Experiment by Emma Hart #Excerpt

The Dating Experiment is book two in The Experiment series but can be read as a standalone. Preorder your copy today at the limited price of $3.99!

   

1.Get over my best friend’s brother.
2.Remember that I’m over him.
3.Prove I can date other people.
It should be easy.
It’s not.

Setting up a dating website with the guy I’ve been in love with since I was five wasn’t my smartest idea.
Especially since he’s my best friend’s brother—thankfully, she’s okay with the fact I’m pulling a Sandy and I’m hopelessly devoted to him.
Which is why it’s time to get over him.
So I do something crazy and ask Dominic Austin to find me a date. He does—if I find him one, too.
Since we own Stupid Cupid, it should be easy, right? And it is.
My date is perfect. His date is perfect. Everything is perfect.
Until he kisses me…

Three dates.
One kiss.
And a big-ass mess…

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“What did you do now?” Peyton shoved open my office door and stared at me.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
“Elliott said you needed help. Here is your help.” She gestured extravagantly to herself before she shut the door behind her. “And I know it’s about Chloe and her date, so cut to the chase.”
Girl-talk. Of course, she already knew.
“I need to fill out her application,” I told her. “But I’m stuck.”
Peyton rolled her eyes. “And you can’t ask her to do it?”
I stared at her flatly.
“Right, no, of course,” she drawled, a tiny hint of her New Orleans drawl twanging at every word. “Why would you ask the woman you’re in love with to fill out her own dating record?”
“Can you shut the fuck up and help me?” I threw my hands out to the sides.  “I found her a match. Help me out here, Peyt.”
My sister stilled. “You found her a match?”
“Of course I did. I said I would, so I did.”
“Wow. You’re actually going through with it. Kudos, bro.” She rounded my desk and perched on the arm of my chair.
I glanced at her. “Can you put your chest away?”
She tugged at the neckline of her shirt and pulled it right up. “Put away. Let me see what you’ve written so far.” She snatched the mouse out of my hand and scrolled. “Jesus, Dom,” she said after a minute. “This is basic. This won’t get her laid.”
I didn’t want to get her laid. I wanted to get her a good date, not a fucking orgasm.
“Whatever. Can you make her attractive to a random stranger?”
“You can’t?” Peyton quirked an eyebrow and looked at me. “You’ve been attracted to her for at least ten years. Surely you can do better than this.”
“Peyton. I want your help, not your bullshit.”
“Good luck with that,” she muttered. “All right, move your ass. Let me do this for you.”
“Don’t make her sound too attractive.” My voice was no louder than hers had been as I stood and made way for her to take my seat.
She snorted, deleting everything I’d written except the first couple of questions. “I’m gonna make her so attractive that she has every eligible bachelor in New Orleans clambering for her attention.”
I shot her a look so dark I felt my blood turn black.
“Relax, Dominic. You’re getting over her, remember?” She answered my dark look with one as equally annoyed. “This helps you get over her. That’s what you told me.”
I perched on the edge of the desk and crossed my arms. “Fucking whatever. I don’t have to like this.”
“You’re right. You don’t.” She typed. “But you do have to do it.”
“Whatever. Like I said. Whatever.”
“You’re like a petulant teenager who’s just been told to do his own laundry.”
“Peyton…”
She sighed and turned in the chair. “Dominic, if you’re not going to admit to her how you feel about her, then shut the fuck up and suck it up. You don’t get to whine about something you’re unwilling to act upon. You have the potential to change the situation you’re in, but you won’t. It’s that simple. End of.”
“It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t say to her. She hates me. Every time we speak, we fight. She. Hates. Me.”
“Yeah, well, I hated Elliott,” she said, turning back to the computer. “Now I paint his daughter’s nails, bring her to work, braid her hair, cook her dinner, and read her bedtime stories.”
“Congratulations, Saint Peyton.”
“Don’t go that far. I accidentally taught her how to say “fuck.””
“How do you accidentally teach a three-year-old to say fuck?”
She shrugged and glanced at me. “Apparently, she was saying fork. Toddlers. They can’t pronounce shit for shit. Totally not my fault. Nobody wrote that in the handbook for girlfriends of single dads.”
“That’s a handbook?”
“No, but I sure as hell wish it were.” She shook her head turned back to the screen. “I’m winging it more than a flock of migrating birds, but whatever.”
“Does that mean I’ll be known as Uncle Dom soon?” I smirked.
“Nobody needs you as their uncle, Dom. Unless you count losing things as a life skill.”
“I still have the photos of you grinning while making your Barbies have sex.”
She waved one hand, expertly typing with the other. “Puh-lease. Literally every woman who ever owned Barbies made them bone Ken. And you know what happened? The awkward toddler called Sally. Wait, no. Sophie? Shelly? Whatever it was. Unless you had the pregnant Barbie, then your newborn went from breastfed to tantrum quicker than a Ferrari can get from zero to sixty.”
I coughed. “I can’t help but feel this conversation has taken a weird turn.”
“It’s following after my life.” She peered over at me with a grin.
She could claim that, but she was happier than ever. And I was happy for her. Despite how much we bickered, she was still my baby sister. Seeing her happy was all I’d ever wanted. I’d take a bullet for her if it came down to it.
Shit, I’d take an army for her.
“No shit,” I said. “Can we get to the point now?” I gestured to the computer screen and Chloe’s profile.
“Right. Sorry.” Peyton turned back to the screen. “Well, don’t crowd me. I can’t make her attractive if you’re peering over my shoulder and judging me.”
I made a non-committal grunting sound and headed for the kitchen.
She was right.
I was totally fucking judging her.

 

 

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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The End Zone by LJ Shen is AVAILABLE NOW!

The End Zone, a sexy friends to lovers romance from L.J. Shen is available LIVE!

Jolie Louis is a smart girl.

She knows that her best friend, Sage Poirier, is a bad idea.

He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you can’t get rid of.

Sadly, it is also the very reason she can’t seem to stay away from him.

No, wait. That’s not fair. They’re also roommates, at least until May, when they graduate from college.

Jolie is already straddling the line between friendship and more when Sage comes to her with an offer she cannot refuse: be his fake girlfriend and live for free for the rest of the semester.

She tells herself that she can handle it.

He’s just the boy she saved ten years ago, right?

Wrong. So very wrong.

He is a man now, and she is his captive

Heart, body, and soul…

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Release Blitz ~ The Roommate's Baby by Penny Wylder

       

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Release Date: April 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

   

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She wants a baby but not a relationship. Her hot roommate has always preferred No Strings Attached.

On paper, it seems like a perfect arrangement.

Until they spend the night together.

Until their hearts start racing with more than just lust.

Until both of them realize they want more than they signed up for.

But what if it's too late to change the deal?

       

           

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I tense, thinking she's about to say something, call me out for getting too touchy or something. But instead, she stares at me with a frown, eyes assessing in a way I've never seen before. Then her gaze drops to travel along my body, and I lift a brow.

Is she checking me out?

"Rina?" I prompt.

"You like NSA agreements," she says. "You don't like relationships."

"True."

"I don't like relationships either," she replies. "And I need a baby. A sperm donor, really. Who I trust." She locks eyes with me. "Someone I know won't get emotional or over-attached or crazy later down the line."

Is she asking what I think she's asking?

I stare into those cool blue eyes of hers. "What exactly are you asking, Rina?"

She bites her lower lip. Fuck, it's sexy when she does that. Another curl of desire runs through my gut. I shift in my seat, hoping that will disguise the way my cock is growing harder in my jeans at the thought of it. She wants me to impregnate her?

Not going to lie, the thought of that is actually pretty fucking hot.

"Look, Cannon... I don't want to mess up our friendship. I know we're coworkers, we live together, but... we're both good at NSA, you said it yourself. Pot and kettle." She dares a tiny grin. "Would... would it be weird if we... I mean, you like sex, I like sex, I need a baby, there's an easy way to make a baby..."

I lift a brow, and she stops babbling. "You want me to fuck you," I say.

Her cheeks flare bright red. But she doesn't remove her eyes from mine. She keeps them laser-focused, intent on her goal. I've always respected that about Rina. She's goal-oriented to the max. And the girl always gets what she wants.

She digs into her pocket and pulls out her phone. A few taps later, she's showing me a chart she made. It's color-coded, with little red hearts on one week of the month, and green hearts a few days of the month too. One of those green hearts lands on today, I notice, and there's another one on the screen tomorrow. "These green hearts are the days when I have the maximum chance of getting pregnant," she says, tapping her finger on the screen.

I have to choke down a laugh at the technical way she's talking about this. "Yes, I am aware how babies are made," I reply with a single raised brow.

Her cheeks, if possible, glow even redder at that. "So, we keep it professional. Sex on those days only, no attachment, nothing else changes in our friendship or our working together."

I laugh and reach out to cup my hands around hers, which have started to quiver a little where she's gripping the phone like a lifeline. "We've known each other for how long now, seven years?"

I grin a little, my gaze roaming down her body. "This should be fun. Sex should be fun."

She swallows audibly, and I catch her casting another longing glance at my abs.

Damn. I knew Rina was awkward and pretty shy, at least around people she didn't know well, but I thought I knew how to read her reaction to me. I thought she only thought of me as a friend, nothing physical. Has she been attracted to me all along, at least a little bit? The way I’m attracted to her?

The more you know.

"Okay. So we're agreed." She holds out a hand.

I smirk, but reach up to shake her on it. "Agreed." I cast one last glance at her phone chart. "When should we start, tonight?" I lean closer, eyes locked on hers.

But she slides backward off the couch and seems to catch her breath, a little nervous. "I'm still kind of recovering from the clinic. And besides, I..." She glances at me again. This time her gaze lingers on my crotch. I don't bother to hide my hard-on anymore, not now that I know what she really wants.

"I've got to shower, and I have work early," she stammers.

"Tomorrow?"

My eyes are practically on fire when they meet hers, and I don't bother to conceal my grin when I agree. "Tomorrow it is," I tell her.

         

            

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Release Blitz ~ Silent Sins by Audrey Carlan #Giveaway

Title: Silent Sins

Series: Lotus House #5

Author: Audrey Carlan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 3, 2018

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My name is Honor, but I have none to speak of. I’m a high-society princess on the verge of ending it all. I have nothing to show for my life, though my bank account would say otherwise. Money and status has controlled every ounce of my world and I want no part of it. It’s what took away the most important person in my life. He’s gone and I’m alone, and no one is here to save me. Pain is the only pleasure I can feel anymore.

To find a healthier avenue to deal with my grief, I turned to Lotus House Yoga for salvation—and found it in the tall, dark, and brutally attractive Nicholas Salerno. He’s everything I’m not. Lives every day to the fullest, loves his family, and goes after what he wants with a thrust that’s unmatched. I can’t help but be swept up in his beauty as he attempts to show me the light and reawaken my desires. Except Nick doesn’t know what I’ve hidden, and I’m afraid he’ll despise what he finds…when my sins are no longer silent.

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