Friday, March 24, 2017

#BlogTour: Make Me Beg by @BeccaBooks with excerpt and #giveaway #romance @BrazenScorched @IndieSagePR

Make Me Beg


Men of Gold Mountain #2 
by Rebecca Brooks 
Publication Date: March 20, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Brazen, Contemporary, Romance


SYNOPSIS:
Bartender Mackenzie Ellinsworth has always gone it alone. So when she has a chance to open her own bar and restaurant, she’s got a plan for how it should go. Not in that plan: a ripped and rugged playboy stepping in to take over. Mack doesn’t do players, and she doesn’t do one-night stands. If Connor wants to work with Mack, he’s going to have to keep his strong, sexy hands to himself.Connor Branding is determined to prove he’s not the directionless playboy Mack thinks. But opening a place together causes more problems than it solves. The two of them can’t agree on anything—except how scorching hot their chemistry is. Connor may be ready to indulge every desire Mack’s been denying herself…but turning business into pleasure is likely to get him burned.

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EXCERPT 

They listened to rain whip against the building, and the wind, and the strange stillness underneath it as darkness prickled their skin. Mack walked back toward the bar where it was warmer. She felt around in the darkness for the drawer where they kept candles for emergencies. Thankfully not everything had been cleared out for the renovation yet. 

Because this definitely counted as an emergency. An emergency requiring not only light, but extra vodka. 

Connor followed her to the bar, still texting. 

“Better tell her you won’t be over any time soon,” Mack said as she dripped wax onto the bar to hold the candles upright. 

“Good thing there’s always tomorrow.” 

“You think she’ll actually wait around after the way you ditched her tonight?” 

“I didn’t mean tomorrow has to be her.” 

Mack gagged as she poured them both shots. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Connor said, putting his phone away. “Just because you’re not getting any doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be celibate.” 

“That’s not jealousy—it’s pity.” She stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pouty face. “I feel bad for you, sweetheart.” 

He laughed, a big roaring sound that bounced off the empty walls and made the candles flicker. 

“I’m serious,” she said. “Every time I turn around you’re going home with someone else. From the cheap seats, it looks like after one night with you, nobody wants to come back for more. Kinda starts to make a girl wonder.” 

“Wow, Mack. That really stings. Guess I’m going to go reevaluate my life now.” 

“If you need any pointers, I’m here to help.” 

She was joking. Completely. She didn’t even mean it like that—she was just getting back at him for his obnoxious comments about her dating profile. 

But Connor tipped his shot back, never taking his eyes off her. He’d been on the other side of the bar, but when he put his glass down he slowly stepped around so he was in the narrow workspace with her, invading what had always felt like her domain. 

“What are you doing?” 

“You think I’m a lousy lay?” His eyes flashed in the candlelight as though she could say whatever she wanted about his cooking, his crappy business plan, his inability to commit to anyone or anything that mattered—but how dare she insult his precious dick. 

She raised an eyebrow with a calm she definitely didn’t feel. “I don’t know, Connor. Are you?” 

About the author


Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx. Her books are about independent women who leave their old lives behind to try something new—and find the passion, excitement and purpose they didn’t know they’d been missing. 


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Thursday, March 23, 2017

#BookBlitz: Sugar, We’re Going Down (Love Me, I’m Famous #2) by @MHSoars with excerpt and #giveaway #romance @XpressoTours


Sugar, We’re Going Down
M.H. Soars
(Love Me, I’m Famous #2)
Publication date: March 20th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
EMOTIONAL. CAPTIVATING. SEXY.
The long-awaited story of the incorrigible bad boy rockstar and the feisty woman who brought him down to his knees.
They say nothing compares to the first kiss. That sentence needs to be amended. Nothing compares to the first kiss from Oliver Best. I knew in the moment our lips touched that the cocky rockstar would be forever imprinted in my mind. I also knew that loving him would be my destruction. And yet, love him I did.
Oliver Best, former rockstar, heir to one of the largest fortunes in Great Britain, and the country’s most infamous bad boy.
Saylor Blue Carter, college drop-out, lead singer of a struggling band, not a penny to her name.
When they met, it was hate at first sight. Oliver was an arrogant ass. Saylor was a cold hearted bitch. These were the thoughts they had for each other. Until that kiss. That life altering, earth shattering, nuclear kiss. They knew what that kiss meant. They knew anything between them would be explosive and without hope for a happily ever after. So they vowed to forget, they tried to stay away. But now with their best friends’ wedding approaching, all bets are off.
*This is Part One of a 3-Part story.

EXCERPT:
I brace myself for the impact, but as soon as Oliver turns around and my gaze collides with his electric blue eyes, I know I’ll have to bring my A-game if I’m to survive being near him. I haven’t seen the man in six months, but just being under his scorching gaze is enough to make me relive our fiery kiss and crave for more. I’ve never felt this crazy fixation for anyone before. It’s like an ice cold fever that won’t quit, a yearning that makes by body tingle all over in anticipation.
Oliver’s gaze skates over my body deliberately slowly, and a satisfied grin is plastered on his smug face when he focuses on my eyes again.
“Hello, there,” he says.
“What are you doing here?” I snap and my rude reply earns me a frown from Sebastian. Shit, I really need to work on tempering my bitchiness when I’m nervous.
Oliver chuckles. “I see you’re still mad at me. I’m kind of honored.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest and bite my tongue to keep from saying anything else that will give away how much Oliver is affecting me.
Someone touches my arm and with a side glance I see it’s Liv. “Be nice, Blue. I can’t have my maid of honor bickering with the best man.”
My shoulders sag as I let out a heavy sigh. I’ve never been part of a wedding party before so I have no idea how much interaction there is between the maid of honor and the best man. I hope it’s minimal. Oliver keeps staring at me like he can read my mind. It’s unnerving.
“I gotta make a call.” I turn on my heel and walk away, trying to keep my steps slow and relaxed. But all I want to do is sprint back to the house. That’s how badly Oliver’s presence is turning my head around. I hate this.
Once inside, I veer to the powder room. The make-a-call excuse is terrible, but I need a moment to recover. Inside the small room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror and count to ten in my head. I tell my heart to calm the fuck down and to stop galloping at full speed. I feel like a teenager suffering from her first crush and that’s not an emotional state I want to revisit.
I splash cold water on my flushed face and redo my loose braid. After taking a couple of deep breaths and squaring my shoulders, I can almost pretend I’m ready to go back out. I refuse to let Oliver’s presence keep me from spending quality time with my best friend.
I place one foot out of the door when his voice startles me. “How was that call?”
I jump on the spot, placing a hand over my chest. “Jesus. Did you follow me?”
Oliver is leaning nonchalantly against the wall with his arms crossed. I notice for the first time what he’s wearing, a black T-shirt that highlights his muscled chest and arms. He is also blonder than I remember. But it’s his devious mouth that makes me lose the ability to form coherent thoughts. God, I want to kiss him again.
He pushes himself off of the wall and moves closer. I hold my ground, feigning a pissed off stance. He can’t know how much I crave his nearness.
“What if I did?” he whispers in my ear, making my skin break out in goose bumps.
“I’d say I don’t appreciate stalkers.”
Oliver takes a step back and stares at me. I wish I knew what he is thinking.
“You’ve changed your hair. I kind of liked the mermaid colors.”
I touch my white blonde locks before narrowing my eyes at Oliver. “Did you just follow me to comment on my hair?”
“I want to clear the air around us. I know that we started on the wrong foot—”
“You don’t say,” I cut him off and Oliver flattens his lips.
“But we’ve ended on a very interesting note,” he finishes his sentence with a smirk.
I cross my arms and keep on glaring at the infuriating man. “Don’t get any fancy ideas. That kiss meant nothing and there won’t be a repeat.”
He steps into my personal space again. “Are you sure? I thought that was a wicked kiss. It’s definitely worth an encore.”
I push him away. “It’s been months. Get over yourself. Don’t you have a line of ravenous groupies dying for your attention?”
“Ravenous groupies?” He chuckles. “The images you paint in my head, Saylor. Then you blame me for getting fancy ideas.”
“Listen, Oliver. I don’t know how long you’re in town for, but I would like for us to try to act amicable whenever we’re forced together thanks to our friends’ wedding. So you’d better quit with the sexual innuendo.”
Oliver sighs loudly like what I just asked him is a huge, inconvenient favor. “You’re killing me here, Saylor. Do you know how hard it will be for me to look at you and not want you?”
I suck in a breath as my heart lurches in my chest. It takes me a moment to find my ground again and answer him.
“Try your best,” I say, my voice thin and without substance.
Oliver reaches out and takes a strand of my hair, letting it slide through his fingers. I remain frozen on the spot.
“Maddening, but I will.” He drops my hair and takes a couple of steps back. “And since I’m being completely honest here, I’m seriously considering making California home.”
Oliver goes back to the party outside, leaving me alone to digest the news. Why does it bother me so much that he wants to move to the same state as me? It’s not like we’ll ever see each other besides when we’re doing wedding stuff. What annoys me the most is how my heart hasn’t gotten the memo yet that Oliver is a bad idea. It celebrates furiously in my chest, like it has just discovered how to beat.



Author Bio:
M. H. Soars always knew creative arts were her calling but not in a million years did she think she would become an author. With a background in fashion design she thought she would follow that path. But one day, out of the blue, she had an idea for a book. One page turned into ten pages, ten pages turned into a hundred, and before she knew, her first novel, The Prophecy of Arcadia, was born.
M. H. Soars resides in Florida with her husband and baby daughter. She is currently working on the Arcadian Wars series, and the Love Me, I’m Famous series.


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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

#BlogTour: Seduced by Sin by @KrisERafferty with excerpt and #giveaway @entangledpub @IndieSagePR

Seduced by Sin


An Unlikely Hero #3
by Kris Rafferty  
Publication Date: March 20, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense

SYNOPSIS:

When Caleb Smith saved Francesca Hamilton from a nasty situation with her father, she was beyond grateful. Sure, it landed her in Caleb’s bed wearing his engagement ring, but neither of them took that seriously. It was a means to an end, and he was so sexy and exciting, she was enjoying the ride. It wasn’t Caleb’s fault her feelings were changing, leaving her wishing things between them were real rather than pretend. Caleb took the FBI’s assignment because he wanted to end the tyranny of a man who’d hurt the people he loved. Odds of success were slim and the danger high, but he knew the risks. Francesca didn’t and was completely in the dark about her family’s “business.” And the more time he spends with her, the harder he falls for the gorgeous blonde. But to finally get retribution, he’ll have to destroy her world…
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Caleb caught her gaze, and she found herself smiling. There was just something about him… 

“Did I mention that I’ve been dreaming of you all week?” He touched her cheek with his fingertips, watching her reaction as he slowly drew them to her lower lip. She opened her mouth a little, stunned by her desire to taste his finger. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you want to know what we did in my dreams?” His smile faded and the look on his face gave her an inkling. 

“You’re scaring the shit out of me.” It was unnerving to be so affected by a man. 

Caleb took her hand and tugged her close, until her breasts skimmed his chest. Tilting her chin up, she smelled martini on his breath. “I don’t scare you,” he said. “I make you feel things that scare you.” 

Bull’s eye. Who was the analyst now? She’d never wanted someone this much in her entire life, and was trembling with want. Nervous, she licked her lips. “How do you know what I feel?” 

His gaze dropped to her lips. “Because I’m feeling it, too.” 

If he’d meant to trigger a panic attack, he couldn’t have chosen better words. She was frozen in place, not knowing how to respond, and it felt as if everyone in the entire ballroom was watching her have this meltdown. 

Then Caleb tugged her hand, moving them through the ballroom floor. Unsure of where he was taking her and what he would do when they got there, Francesca found herself buttressing her flagging courage, unable to process guests approaching for conversation. She simply waved, and held onto Caleb’s hand, following, and marveling at his ability to ignore them with impunity. 

He led her to the door closest to them, the solarium, a glass-ceiling room filled with exotic flowers and greenery. As soon as Caleb locked the door behind them, they were thrown into darkness. It took a moment before her eyes could adjust, but when they did, she saw they were alone and the stars were out. 

Francesca suffered a moment of uncertainty, not knowing what to say, or do as the silence stretched out. When Caleb turned to face her, the tilt of his head caused his long hair and deep shadow to mask his expression, but his body language spoke volumes; hands hanging at his sides, poised on the balls of his feet. 

It took him two strides to reach her, and a heartbeat to enfold her in his embrace. She sought his gaze, received his kiss, and it was gentle. So gentle. He held her as if fearing she’d break, and this care gave her courage to demand more. She wrapped her arms about his neck and pressed closer, opening her mouth for him. Caleb’s growl was low, and lasted the length of his breath. Then there was just the kiss. The glorious, deep, sensuous kiss that overwhelmed as he plundered he mouth, then withdrew, inviting her to reciprocate. Francesca had never been a more willing student.

About the author


  Kris Rafferty was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the youngest of four in a rambunctious Irish-American family. She became obsessed with books early on, and remembers her first library adventure. She wrote her first story when she was six and never stopped. She received her BA at U/Mass Boston, married the love of her life, has three perfect children, and earned her third degree black belt in Parker American Kenpo Karate. She plays classical piano, loves road trips, and is a fanatic for warm water ocean. If she’s not writing, she’s reading all sorts of romance. Ms. Rafferty lives happily ever after in North Carolina, writing. 


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