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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Release Blitz and Boost postings for 4/26 of Accidental Heiress by Ashley Lyn, Chaos Among the Vines by Gemma Brocato, Liberate by Addison Jane & KE Osborn, Tempting Justice by Fiona Archer, Lone Cougar by Nicole Lake and In the End by Ariadne Wayne

Title: Accidental Heiress
Series: Welcome to Spartan
Author: Ashley Lyn
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 26, 2017
Amy
Change is necessary, even more so when you’re sitting in the woods, alone, in what you suspect is a pile of bear poop. I grew up in these woods with my parents. We rarely, if ever, went into town or saw anyone. My parents—God rest their souls—are dead and gone, and I’m throwing in the towel and moving to town. I just need to dodge the persistent Parker long enough to get my life in order.
Time to move on and move up.
Parker
I've been lost and stumbling around these woods for days. Then, I find out that my little woodland sprite, Miss Amy Rain, has moved into town. I’m tired of chasing after the elusive Amy. She’s the one for me, and now, I just have to get her to see me as more than just the sheriff of our little town.
Time to put a ring on it.
Secrets burned and buried come to light. With danger on the horizon, and a fortune in old family money, Parker and Amy will need to lean on each other to get through it. Of course, it wouldn’t be a trip to Spartan without some shenanigans. So, hang on to your knickers and cover your nipples.
I’m dancing in Parker's strong arms. I’m a tad bit tipsy, but have taken Cleo’s advice to heart and paced myself, keeping the water coming between drinks. The food was so good, I couldn’t help the moans of pleasure as the complex, orgasmic flavors burst over my tongue. When the song ends, I grab Parker's hand and drag him outside. I need a minute to cool off. Once outside, I take big gulps of air. Grabbing hold of the bottom of my dress, I pull it up and down, trying to get a breeze up my dress because I’m roasting. Parker’s leaning against the building when I turn to look at him, his sexy mouth kicked up into an amused grin. “Having fun, pretty girl?” “I have never in my life had this much fun.” “I’m glad. Seeing you smile makes me hard.” “I’m fairly certain Wally Cleaver wouldn’t talk so crass, Parker.” Feeling way braver than I truly am, with the vodka flowing through my veins, I slide up to him and snuggle close. His hand clings to my lower back and his eyes are laser focused as he studies my face. His hands slide down, cupping both butt cheeks. “You're playing with fire, my little Sprite.” “Maybe I want to be burned.” His large hands reach up to cup my jaw. My next breath is stolen as his lips land on mine. It’s a gentle kiss that tells me exactly how he feels about me, and it feels much deeper than I expected. The blip blip of a police car has me jumping about a hundred feet. “You’re a dick, Peterson.” “Just making sure I don’t have to write an indecent exposure ticket, P-Man.” Headlights pull my gaze to the left and I see a fancy car pull up and park, but I’m pulled inside before I can see who gets out. Benny and The Jets are on, and Paul and Lucille are dancing downright nasty. The geriatric hip grind is going down on the dance floor, and the whole place is in an uproar. We get to the bar and Parker orders another round for us. When Margo sets the drinks down, her whole body goes still. Turning around, I see Dane, Ali’s dad, and holy mackerel, the man is sexy—a total silver fox. Parker holds out his hand and Dane pulls him in for a bro hug. “What’s up, Dane.” “Heard there was a party going on, so I decided to come on down.” He turns to me and gives me a hug. “Happy twenty first birthday, and congrats on the license, Amy.” I crack up laughing and give Parker a kiss before heading back out to the dance floor. With Sweet Emotions blaring through the speakers, I sidle up to Ali and dance to my heart's content.

Ashley Lyn lives in Colorado with her amazing hubby that she met on match.com. She has two beautiful daughters, a crazy Boxer named Bailey, a Fat Cat named Mojo, and a sweet as apple pie calico cat named Katy.
She is a passionate reader who loves to read any and all genres. A good book, a cozy blanket and piping hot cup of coffee is her idea of a good time.
She loves to write quirky, funny, sexy, and eccentric characters who have zero problems flying their crazy flags.
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Title: Chaos Among the Vines
Series: Romancing the Vine #2
Author: Gemma Brocato
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2017


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Through a fortunate series of events, Will Bradford’s winery hits the map in a huge way, with demand far outpacing production. After months of chaos and unmanageable growth he decides to bring in a specialist to help him get organized.

Queen of organization Avalon Reece is a closet chaotic. She’s rebelled against a childhood of wanderlust with a hippie mother by striving to maintain order in her life. Everything has a place and she means to see it there. For her, love is messy and she avoids it at all costs. Until she accept a consulting job with Will to put his life in order.

Will sees beyond the straightlaced, orderly woman to the free-spirit Avalon tries hard to hide. That’s the woman he wants, in spite of how it might impact his business.





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“Why would I want to take my laptop home with me?” He gave her a sideways glance, like he was afraid of how she’d respond. With his head cocked slightly, a shock of his dark hair flopped into his eyes. The sunlight streamed from straight overhead, and his long, thick lashes cast shadows on his tanned cheeks.
Gorgeous didn’t begin to describe him. Avalon licked her lips. “In case you want to watch porn?” She slapped a hand over her mouth as warmth rushed into her cheeks. Please let an earthquake strike right this minute and open a fissure wide enough to swallow me.
Will laughed. “I have a big screen TV in my bedroom. Why in the world would I use a tiny laptop to watch porn?”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry. That was highly unprofessional of me. I don’t know what got into me. You probably don’t even watch . . .” She wasn’t going to say porn again. Her palms started sweating and she rubbed her hands on her jeans.
Will tracked her movement, then met her gaze. Heat and hunger vied for dominance in his eyes. “I do, but I probably shouldn’t admit it. You’re very cute when you blush. I think I’ll try to get you to do it more often.”
“Will, please. I’m trying to be professional. I know I didn’t make the best impression there, but I’m trying. Besides, there’s Penny.”
“Hold up!” He stopped as she took a couple more steps. When she looked back, his arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles of his biceps straining his plaid shirt. “What do you mean, ‘there’s Penny?’”
“She’s your girlfriend. I’d never—”
“Penny isn’t my girlfriend.”
“But . . . she’s gone out of her way to mention on a couple of occasions that you’ve been in a relationship for quite a while.”
“No. Penny has never been, nor will never be, my girlfriend.” His lips pressed together tightly and a muscle ticked in his jaw before he muttered, “I told Drake I’d regret letting Penny redecorate the place.”
Hope floated in her chest, but she stuck the sharp point of reality in it, deflating it like a burst balloon. He was still a client. “Oh, my mistake. She just led me to believe you two were an item.”
“She’s not my type at all. Too . . . artsy. Believe it or not, the girl doesn’t have nearly enough structure in her life to be appealing to me.” Will grasped her wrist and towed her along.
“So you like a woman who believes in order.”
“Didn’t say that necessarily. I don’t mind a bit of chaos amid my order.”
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Gemma's favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a 'round tuit,' and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she'd write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to 'Dear Author' were gratifying.

After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.

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Title: Liberate
Series: The Vindicated #2
Authors: Addison Jane & KE Osborn
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 26, 2017
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Lies, deceit, betrayal—everything has changed from the life I had. From the life I knew. I lost my team. I lost my livelihood. I never thought it could come to this.

I vowed to protect her.

I failed.

But it’s not over yet.

The agency made a mistake when they decided to take my life. Now I was free, and a man who answers to no one is a man who should be feared. I'm fueled by revenge, seeking justice for her, for me, and for the innocent lives I unknowingly destroyed.

Lily drew me from the shadows. She burned so brightly. She made me see clearly and filled me with warmth. But her flame was smothered and she was cast into the darkness.

I won't let that be her end. I need retribution. I will take nothing less.

They may have won the battle, but I'm about to start a war.

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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.


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Addison Jane is a born and bred kiwi girl with a passion for romance and writing.

When she gets the chance she enjoys the little things in life such as reading, dancing, music, and Facebook, but her world really revolves around the little girl who calls her Mum. It's an awkward balance between alpha males and Disney princesses but it works.

Growing up on a small farm next to the beach will always make her a country girl at heart. But since moving away to a small town close to the city she's discovered a dangerous love for shopping.

Writing stories has been something that’s come naturally since she was young, and with the massive support of her friends and family, she finally decided to step out of her comfort zone and share them with the world.

She enjoys bringing her books to life with strong female leads, sexy passionate men and a rollercoaster of twists and turns that lead to the happily ever after that her readers desire.
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Title: Tempting Justice
Series: Sons of Sydney #2
Authors: Fiona Archer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: April 18, 2017

Blurb

He’s sworn to uphold the law

His reckless behavior as a child caused the deaths of his entire family. On the lonely Sydney streets, the orphan found friends. Found “brothers.” Never again will Seattle Homicide Detective Heath Justice break the rules and risk his new family. Order and discipline govern his life…until he meets a curvaceous redhead. With two ugly murder cases to solve, the last thing he needs is this disconcertingly lovely, whirlwind of chaos, yet…charmed by her wit and intelligence, Heath can’t resist.

She believes rules are meant to be broken

Deep into writing a murder mystery, author London Shaw is shocked when she herself is implicated in a homicide. She can’t believe the ever-so-authoritarian Detective Heath Justice expects her to simply ignore the crime and go on about her business. Not happening.  Although the man’s whiskey rough voice, cuffs, and masterful touch could melt any woman’s resistance—and does—she has a craving to do a little investigating herself.

When all or nothing is your only play

When Heath’s murder investigation threatens a far-reaching conspiracy, everyone he cares for becomes their target—including the woman he’s come to love.




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Heath had grabbed the flask from the SUV’s back seat when he glimpsed a figure through the rear window. A woman, wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants walked to the edge of Derek’s driveway and gazed at the house’s front door. A few seconds later, she began walking swiftly down the driveway, constantly checking the front door.

Was she worried about being seen? A possible intruder?

Since he’d parked closer to the house further on from Derek’s parents’ property, the woman hadn’t spotted him. Heath replaced the flask on the backseat and gently pushed the back passenger door nearly closed. He waited until she had disappeared behind the side of the house before following.

Careful not to make noise, he followed the woman down the driveway and watched as she stopped in front of a side door to the garage, which was separate from the house. With her back to Heath, she pulled something from her pocket and tried to jimmy the door’s lock.

The woman glanced toward the back of the house, likely checking to see if she’d been spotted, then continued her efforts with the lock. A soft hiss and a “dammit” indicated her efforts were unsuccessful.

Heath also couldn’t miss the curvy shape of her figure outlined so well by the soft black material hugging her gorgeous arse. One shown off to perfection as she bent to look closer at the lock.

A tiny squeak of joy, followed by her opening the door, signaled the possible intruder had crossed a line. It seemed such a shame to stop his fun. Nevertheless, duty called…

Heath pulled out his 9mm from his shoulder holster and held it out in front of him as he moved forward. “Police! Put your hands on your head and step away from the door.”

The woman let out a high squeak, dropped the lock pick, and spun around, eyes wide. Her mouth formed an “O” at the sight of his weapon. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.” She covered her mouth with both hands before waving them in front of her, palms facing Heath. “It’s not what you think. Honestly.” Her gaze snapped to her left in the direction of the back of the house as if she expected someone to come out any moment.

“I said, hands on your head.” Heath commanded, satisfied when the woman immediately obeyed. “Come forward, turn around, and face the garage door.” He saw her close her eyes in defeat before she obeyed. Heath grabbed his cuffs and shoved his weapon back in the holster. With efficient moves, he had her wrists secured behind her.

“Officer, I can explain.” She sighed. “I mean, I know everyone says that, but really, nothing illegal’s happening here.”

“Good to know.” He pulled her jacket’s hood from her head. Red hair. No, the description didn’t do the color justice, but he only knew guyspeak, which would have to suffice to explain the bursts of deeper red in amongst the lighter strands, all held in a ponytail.

Heath patted down his suspect. No weapons. And he’d have to be dead not to notice the way his hands fit over her hips, the roundness of her arse. He wasn’t a sleaze, not by any means, but he appreciated a woman’s body like any man.

Taking her arm in a firm grip, he turned his suspect around.

Green eyes framed with long, thick lashes blinked up at him. “When I say nothing illegal, I mean it depends on your point of view.”

“My point of view is as a cop, which doesn’t leave a lot of leeway on a range of subjects.”

She frowned at him, as if he was being unreasonable. “That’s a rather rigid stance. Not everything is black and white.”

Heath wasn’t prepared to debate the point. “Your disappointment is noted. Now—”

“Hey, I’m sure you’re a busy guy. And, uh,”—she licked her lips—“you need to go protect the community. That’s an important role. Absolutely. So, you know—” She broke off. “Shoo. Anyway, we can put a line under this and start the day over.”

Despite her opinion of his so-called inflexible outlook on life, he couldn’t help answering. “We can, huh?”

“Totally.” She nodded, sending her ponytail bobbing.

Keeping hold of her arm, Heath looked down at her black canvas tennis shoes to hide his mouth twitching.

It was a safe bet the young woman wasn’t a hardened criminal. But whatever the hell she was up to, he aimed to find out. First he needed to phone Derek.

“Do you know the owners of this house?”

Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew huge in her face. “You don’t have to get them,” she rushed out.

“Oh, but I do.” He went to pull out his phone from his back pocket, and the woman jerked against his grip. She would have toppled over if not for him keeping his hold.

Oh, no, sweetheart.

He tightened his grip, reinforcing her captivity and moved closer, towering over her. “Lady, you could have hurt yourself.” The safety of suspects was important, and the thought of the little redhead causing herself harm propelled his alpha instincts center stage. “Resist once more, and I’ll use my belt to hogtie you.”

She drew in a sharp breath. What he didn’t see was fear. Not in her eyes or the way a blush stained the cool-toned white skin of her face. And swear to God, he felt her body soften against him.

An image of her hogtied flashed through his mind. Only she wouldn’t be in this driveway, but in his bed. Lying on his sheets. Her glorious long red hair spread over his pillow.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Heath looked over his shoulder. Derek stood at the side of the house, his hands jammed on his hips.

Dammit,” came from his suspect.

A look best described as misery—from the closed eyes and turned down mouth—covered her face.

“I caught a suspect attempting to break into your parents’ garage.”

Derek gave a dry laugh. “I’ve no doubt she’s up to something, but that’s no suspect.” He strode up the driveway, his frown reserved for the woman at Heath’s side. “Meet London, my baby sister."

Heath swung his gaze to…Derek’s sister?

Those eyes, so wide and shocked before, were now narrowed with the promise of rebellion, even as she stood there—in his cuffs.

Ah. So bravado was her chosen defense.

Heath remembered the sweet color of her blush at his earlier threat of hogtying her.

Lightning might strike him down any second, but the woman intrigued him, even knowing she was Derek’s sister. The knowledge he didn’t have to call for a cruiser to take her to booking added a new dimension to the proceedings. Anticipation flowed through Heath. He was going to enjoy this visit, and for way more than pancakes.

Time for his prisoner to confess all.
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Fiona Archer writes erotic romance filled with masterful Aussie alpha heroes and teams them with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom. She lives in sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and is harassed by a flock of wild cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed. Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.
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Title: Lone Cougar
Series: Solo Shift #2
Author: Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: April 24, 2017

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Sam:

I didn't particularly care for Ryan when he showed up for his first massage. And I don't particularly care for him now, even if he's the hottest thing in Green Holler. Especially because he's the hottest thing in Green Holler.

He reminds me of every player I met in high school and college, he travels constantly because of his work, and I'm sure he's got a girl in every airport. And his work? He's the guy Dad hired for advice on expanding his art store, and I can just see him changing it into McArts or something cheesy.

Not that I'm looking for a man anyway. I don't ask for much. Just a man who's not a complete jerk, doesn't mind living out here in the middle of the Ozarks, and won't freak out when he discovers that shifting's real and his girlfriend's an owl shifter.

And Ryan's not that man. Right?

Ryan:

The woman at the B&B's trying to get me to date Sam--short for Samantha, she's careful to point out. Not going to happen, even if Sam's the most beautiful woman I've seen. For one thing, there's plenty of beautiful women out there, but not enough damn-good massage therapists like Sam. On top of that, her dad's my client, and that mixture of business and pleasure is a bad idea.

Why would anyone give up their big-city dreams, go back home to this Ozark tourist trap--sorry, I mean "this quaint Ozark town"--and hang up a shingle as a massage therapist, even a damn good one? I don't get it, but I can't afford to settle down like she did. With all the consulting gigs I do, I've got to stay on the road all the time.

Besides, when I'm on the road, no one can get close enough to find out about my cougar, and I can have a good time any night I want, anywhere I want, with almost any woman I want, with no commitments.

I'm not scared of commitment, but what woman's going to commit to a guy who's also occasionally a cougar? Certainly not Sam.

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Imagine yourself as a shifter alone in a world that doesn't know shifting exists.

This is the Solo Shift world: no packs, no guidance, no mates, and no prospects until chance, luck, trust, and love all intervene.

What can you expect from a Solo Shift book? A standalone story with lonely shifters, shifters who don’t know they’re lonely, love scenes, and no cheating. And at least one HEA, sometimes more.




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Heard the front door quietly open a little before Mrs. Webb’s session ended, so I figured my 4:30 had arrived. I tried to keep my focus on Mrs. Webb, but the planning-ahead part of my brain promptly kicked in. 4:30’s name is Ryan… Bishop. Ryan Bishop. Heh, wonder if Connie’s gonna text to bug me about him in the middle of the massage, or if she’ll at least wait until he’s off the table. Connie’s got John so she's got pretty good taste in husband material, but I wonder what her definition of “hot” is.
“OK, Mrs. Webb, I’ll be outside; just come on out whenever you’re ready, OK?” I have to help a few of my clients off the table, but Mrs. Webb’s as spry as they come.
“That’s fine, dearie!”
With the clientele I’ve got, I’m “dearie” to several clients!
I step out and close the massage room door behind me, and I see him checking out my diploma and certs.

Holy…

Tall.
Brown hair.
Beard and mustache.
Muscles.
Not a body-builder, but muscles.
And nice fitting clothes. Definitely not a slob, definitely not a blob.
Note to self: never, ever question Connie Martin’s taste in men again. This guy was hot.
And he knew it. Matter of fact, he looked like he left a long trail of women who knew it too.
C’mon, Sam, this ain’t high school, this is your office. Time to be professional. Time to use your waiting-room massage therapist voice, the one somewhere between your outside voice and your calm, soothing, table-side voice. “Hello, are you Ryan?”
“Yeah—Samantha, right?” Oooh, deep voice, amazing smile, dark eyes…
Get it together, Sam. Act like you know what you’re doing. Friendly but professional smile, nod your head, shake his hand, there you go. “Sam’s fine, thanks!”
And that’s when he nods toward the diploma. “Who’d you have for Micro?”
Crap. Should I know him?

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Secret shifter romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.

Wife of an IT geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable romantic.

What do I want in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a happily-ever-after!

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Title: In the End
Series: Lifetime #3
Author: Ariadne Wayne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 20, 2017

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The time has come for Finn to find out the truth about his father. When he seems to take it in his stride, Matt, Ella, and Sam are relieved. But nothing’s that simple when you’re seven years old.

Sam’s love life has been on hold while he gets to know his son. Meeting single mother, Natasha, rocks his world. She’s not had an easy life and he has to navigate through her past to make her see a future. The one thing that scares her, Sam’s guilty of. Love’s never easy, especially when there are secrets involved.

The last book in the Lifetime series features a boy finding out about his father, a father falling in love, and the last wedding you’d ever expect on the farm.




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Ariadne Wayne is the alter ego of Wendy Smith. She loves books and lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband and two children. Having always had a prolific imagination she now writes the words down instead of storing them in her head where she can't share them. When she's not writing she works in Telecommunications, frequently banging her head on the desk with the random things that can happen to the ordinary phone line.

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