We are so excited to be sharing this release from Laurelin Paige with you today by being part of the blog tour! THE OPEN DOOR is part of her Found Duet and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laurelin Paige comes a new story in her Found Duet series…
I knew JC was trouble the minute I laid eyes on him.
Breaking every rule in my club. I never forget how he made me feel that night. With all the women in that room, all those bodies on display, but his eyes were only on me.
Of course I married him. Now years have passed. Kids have been born. We’re still in love as always, and the sex is still fantastic...
And yet, it’s also not. Like many who’ve been married for a while, I long for the high intensity of those days of the past.
I’ve heard rumors for years about the Open Door. An ultra-exclusive voyeur’s paradise. A place to participate in—or watch—any kind of display you can imagine.
My husband’s eyes would still be on me. And maybe other eyes too. If that’s what we want.
So when an invitation to come play arrives, how could we turn it down?
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
“Paige is unflinching in her depiction of a complicated relationship, and the results are explosive.” - Kirkus Reviews, about First Touch
“Laurelin Paige writes an addictive mix of emotion and sexy that draws the reader in and doesn’t let go until long after the last page is read.” - K. Bromberg, New York Times Bestselling Author of the Driven Series
"Laurelin Paige has woven a lewd adult romance that's easily the most disciplined, depraved and delicious story I've read in ages." - KC Caron, Goodreads reviewer on Slay One: Rivalry
“This is Laurelin Paige's domain. She knows a complex character, how to make them come alive through the pages of her books. This one is no exception.”- Becky, Goodreads reviewer on Slay One: Rivalry
“Visceral, enticing, shining with white lies and dark truths, seductive twists and turns, and a love that takes your breath away.” - Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author about First Touch
"Read it if you like hot, dominating, and tortured alpha asshole heros who wear a suit 24/7 and like it rough in bed. Or read it because you like fantastic writing, which Laurelin Paige, no doubt, delivers here." - Steamy Reads Blog on Dirty Filthy Rich Men
About Laurelin Paige:
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
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Genre: New Adult BDSM Romance Cover Design: Shanoff Designs
Release Date: October 15, 2019
Blurb
“Welcome me home…”
I am deeper in love with Thane after the birth of our child,
and I can’t believe the plans he has for our future. This is the stuff dreams
are made of!
My joy is doubled when Rytsar Durov returns as a conquering
hero.
In the midst of such bliss, a dark secret surfaces that has
the power to tear our world apart.
Love has always been the cornerstone my submissive journey,
and now I must make a heartbreaking choice.
Genre: Romantic Comedy Release Date: September 3, 2019
Blurb
She’s the last woman on earth I’d marry….again.
Yet here I am.
Saying my vows. Again.
To save an alpaca.
At least, that’s my story.
But the truth might be a little more complicated.
I didn’t want to let her go the first time. But now I have a second chance to
win over my wife.
We’re older. Wiser. And hornier.
This time, I won’t fail.
Hitched is a red hot, enemies-to-lovers laugh-a-palooza featuring a girl in
need of a marriage of convenience and a man in need of a cold shower to keep
from falling for his fake wife. They say opposites attract, but with Blake and
Hope, they also combust...
Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes
romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not
reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a
stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on
the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten
dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths
on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark
and lived to tell the tale.
These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut
water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
As firstborn, my
sister, Meda, will be High Alpha to all the lycans and vampires in the
world—The Collective. She’s just found her mates and one of the three is heir
to a huge witch Circle, which will one day unite the three major paranormal
races.
I dodged a major bullet there. Thank Lucifer. I’m not a leader. I’m not someone
to look up to. I like to do my own thing and go my own way.
Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I’m fighting a mating bond myself. As if I
needed three guys hanging on to my every freaking word.
And now, I’m having visions of what’s to come. It isn’t pretty.
My sisters and I must race against time to figure out what the vision means and
how to stop the pending evil from destroying everyone we love.
Rushing up
the stairs, I kept my fingers proverbially crossed that I wouldn’t run into
anyone. Especially not Randell.
Think
about the hot-headed sentry and he appears. I almost turned around and went back down
when I heard the top floor door open. I peered up the stairs and saw Randell.
Of course. Instead of running, I straightened my spine and held my head high. I
hadn’t done anything wrong. Randell hadn’t made any move to claim me. In fact,
he seemed dead set against the mating. So, fuck him.
When I
moved past him, he scented the air. Then, faster than I anticipated, he grabbed
my arm and whirled me around to face him. “What the fuck, Tala?”
I glanced
down at his hand then met his heated stare. “Apparently, I have another mate.”
Randell
jerked back as if I slapped him, releasing me. I didn’t say another word, just
started up the stairs again. He could’ve followed or he could’ve left. I really
wasn’t in the mood to care what he did. Unfortunately, he was in the mood to
argue. The fact that I smelled like another man and sex didn’t help anything.
When I
entered the dorms I shared with my sisters, I didn’t bother to close the door.
Randell was right behind me and would be even more pissed if I slammed the door
in his face. However, the thought did cross my mind.
I went
straight to my room because I needed to shower. Not for Randell’s benefit, but
my own. Fenton’s scent was driving me crazy. Add in Randell’s and damn, I was ready
to fuck both of them. At once.
Nope. I
shut that thought down. As mates, I was sure eventually that would be on the
agenda, but my body responded too readily to the idea, which meant I needed to
let it go for now. Damn.
I did close
my bedroom door, which did nothing to keep the growly sentry out, of course.
Randell barged in with a snarl. I glanced at him with one raised eyebrow. He
crowded me, trying to intimidate me. Whatever. It wouldn’t work.
“What are
you doing?”
I placed a
hand on his large chest and pushed. It was effective enough to make him take a
step back. “I am going to take a shower.” If he didn’t move I’d show him who
was the damn alpha in this relationship.
“That’s not
what I’m talking about.”
I knew what
he meant. With a sigh, I crossed my arms and glared at him. “You have made it
clear that you don’t want this mating.” Like he had any choice in the matter. I
poked him in the chest. “So don’t get in my face because I found a second mate
and acted on the flood of desires that comes along with it.”
He growled
again. “You didn't think it would be good to talk to me first?”
Oh, Hell
no. My fangs
lengthened and my wolf snarled. Fury built inside me and my water boiled under
the surface, this time out of anger, not desire. I may not have been a fire
element like Meda, but I could pull on her heat to boil my water. “You don’t
have a say in what I do. You are my sentry, here to protect me, not order me
around.” Sometimes, like now, Meda’s heat came to me in anger or desire,
whether I called on it or not.
I needed a
cold shower to calm me down. Hell, what I needed was to drown in my water.
Although water would never kill me, no matter how long I stayed under, when I
was in the water I didn’t need to breathe, because I was the water.
“You can’t
say I don’t get a say,” he said in a deadly low voice.
I laughed
humorlessly. “Says who?” Turning on my heels, I entered the bathroom, slamming
the door behind me. Stripping out of my clothes, I tossed them into the hamper.
Jerking the shower curtain open, I turned on the cold water. I was so pissed at
Randell that my internal water was still boiling hot. I needed the cold to
counter it or I risked losing control. Hopefully, it would calm me down in the
process.
Several
minutes after I stepped under the cold sprays, Randell joined me. Damn it, I
was still pissed at him. Why did he have to bring his gorgeous ass—and
dick—into my shower? “Don’t. I’m pissed.” Giving him my hardest glare, I tried
to ignore his hard cock when I really wanted to bounce on it. Damn him.
“I know.”
He stepped closer and I groaned as his cock pressed against my hip. Then he
fisted his hand in my hair and pulled. “I never said I didn’t want to mate. I’m
still processing it. What I don’t want is for everything to change. Mating you
changes everything.”
Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling
author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls
Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels
novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of
heat, and happily-ever-afters.
Lia makes her home in Northeast Florida where she battles
hurricanes and humidity like one of her heroines. When she's not writing, she
loves to spend time with her family, travel, read, enjoy nature, and spoil her
kitties. She also loves to hear from her readers. Send her a note
at lia@authorliadavis.com!
L.A. (Lainie) Boruff
lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing
number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing
Facebook. L.A.’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal
music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books and lost
one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still
hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.
Peck Ward, the sweet, small-town mechanic, isn’t sure it’s for everyone. Least of all him. His life is chaotic enough without adding the pressure of a relationship. Besides, unrequited love is a real thing and he’s kind of over it.
This works out perfectly until a certain someone throws a wrench—pun intended—into his plans. As they go from adversaries to friends to possibly something more, things get complicated. After all, they know how this story ends. It’s not with them together.
His easy grin is enough to win her over. Her unabashed personality does him in. But are they ready to accept the fact that sometimes you don’t find love where you’re looking for it? Sometimes you find it in the most unexpected, craziest places.
https://imgur.com/f69zxHu REVIEW 3.5 Stars Crazy is the fourth book in The Gibson Boys. I thought the story was okay, I didn't love it, but didn't hate it either, I did expect so much more than what we got with Peck's story. I have liked Peck from the first time he was introduced, in earlier books, he was the family jokester, but also sweet to nana. Not saying he's still not both of those things, but he fell flat for me. Where has the real Peck gone? Dylan and Pecks relationship didn't have a great build up, it was light speed and then over. And don't even get me started on Molly. Maybe it's just me that feels this way.
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Cold. Callous. Cocky.
A total playboy with abs for days, a panty-melting smirk, and a face the gods themselves would be jealous of.
And he’s my new boss.
None of that matters, because as a single mom, men like Alexander Harding are the last thing I need. What I do need is this job, so I’m going to keep my head down, work hard, and avoid that asshole as much as humanly possible.
But then he gives me an offer I can’t refuse, even though everything inside of me is warning me to run away and never look back. It’s just one weekend. One weekend to convince a bunch of stuffy investors that Alexander has changed from the player who spent more time in the bedroom than the boardroom into a family man they’d be happy to go into business with.
But the more time I spend with him, the more I realize that there might be a beating heart buried under his designer shirts and spectacular pecs after all…which is bad news for me.
Because the only thing worse than hating your boss is falling in love with him.
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REVIEW 4☆☆☆☆ Hard Place has so many of my go troupes, single parent, office romance, family, and so much more. I really liked Harper, she is a mom who's not afraid of a little hard work, to give the her girls the life they deserve. She is caring, and so loving to her adorable little girls, who you can't help but love. Her new boss Alex is a jerk, or is he? I found this story to be so heartfelt, and realistic. I can't wait to read the conclusion to this story and find out how it ends.
About Emily:
Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she's not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
It’s going to take a strategic attack from more than a couple brilliant minds to win her affection, but luckily, I know exactly where to find the right guys for the job…
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The Billionaire Book Club Questionnaire
#1: Who is your least favorite character in the book?
Me—Caplin Hawkins. I am an absolute idiot.
#2: Who is your favorite character?
Gorgeous, addictive, insanely challenging Ruby.
She’s smart, driven, self-confident, and so beautiful, she makes my chest ache.
#3 What is your biggest takeaway from the story?
Ruby Rockford and I are meant to be.
I just have to prove it to her.
For the entirety of my adult life, I’ve been content.
Content in my single lifestyle, content in my stressful-but-extremely-successful job as the main corporate counsel for almost every Fortune 500 company in North America, and content in my playful, spontaneous ways.
I had no idea it was possible for someone to change my mind.
The endless women and work are no longer enough, and just as Ruby Rockford told me—it’s about time I grow up.
It’s going to take a strategic attack from more than a couple brilliant minds to win her affection, but luckily, I know exactly where to find the right guys for the job…
The Billionaire Book Club.
It’s safe to say that I, Caplin Hawkins, the man most women would call The Ultimate Player, have finally met my match, and man oh man, has my end game changed.
I’m coming for you, Ruby.
And soon, you’ll be coming for me, too.
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I swear to God, Jacob Lynch, if I ever see your arrogant, smug face again, I’ll ruin your manhood with a swift knee.
You were the glorified football captain, the heartthrob, the most popular boy in school and yet suddenly you vanish leaving all your horrid friends pointing the finger at me, circling like hungry vultures to see if I would break.
They just didn’t know that I already had. Daily. For months I cried for you. You. Broke. Me.
You taunted and tormented me for years until you finally convinced me to fall in love with you. You said, “Nothing can ever tear us apart.”
And I believed you.
But you lied.
And then you left.
Without a word, without a touch, without a sound.
You. Just. Left. Right when my world fell to pieces, you lit the match and watched from afar, as what remained went up in flames.
So, if I ever do see your stupidly handsome face again, you’ll be nothing more than the boy I used to know. The boy who broke my heart and crushed my soul all in a single day.
“Wait!” A wide-eyed Vicki clutches Jacob’s arm. “You two know each other?”
Staring into the eyes of my arch-nemesis, I’m first to reply. “Unfortunately, so.”
“This shit is just too weird. I mean, here we were just talking about how the bride and groom parties are secretly… hashtag not-so-secretly, planning a pre-wedding orgy, and how you and Jacob are the only ones unattached, and yet you actually know each other.” She claps her hands together in excitement. “So, now, you can both join the orgy.” She laughs hysterically at the out-of-hand orgy joke, completely missing the social cues.
“What part of unfortunately did you not understand, Vicki?” But it’s too late, she’s already trotting over to Jase to tell him of her excellent news. I sigh. “What the hell are you doing here, Jacob?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says in a less accusatory tone.
“I’m the maid of honor.”
“I’m the best man.”
“Well, this is shit!”
“Is it?”
“Isn’t it?” I grunt in frustration. “I… this… this can’t… Vicki!” I yell across the room, finally earning her attention. Her smile fades, and as she glances between us, she finally realizes there’s history between Jacob and me, and it may not necessarily be a good one. “Vicky, I’m sorry, I have to leave.”
She reaches for my hand. “No, don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“Why? Because of Jacob?”
“Yes. No. Yes! I just… I just can’t be in the same room as him.”
“Rosie, please don’t go,” she pleads, seeing my distress. She wants to make right whatever she thinks is happening, but she has no clue to the extent of pain that’s been dredged up just by seeing his face.
“I have to go.” Grabbing my jacket, I wrap it around my shoulders and head to the door.
“Rosie, wait,” Jacob calls, and I know the whole room has stopped what they’re doing to watch the soap opera unfold.
Ignoring him, I push through the restaurant door and hit the street, my legs working overtime to get me as far away as possible.
“Rosie,” he calls again.
“What?” I yell, spinning on my heel to face him. He’s closer than I expect him to be, already practically in my lap. “What the hell can you possibly have to say to me after all this time, Jacob? What, huh?”
He goes to answer but unlike me, he appears lost for words, almost as if he’s staring at a ghost. “It’s good to see you,” he finally says, the five words completely catching me off guard.
I laugh incredulously while taking a step back ready to put as much distance as possible between Jacob Lynch and me. “Yeah? Well… it’s not good to see you.”
~
Despite already emptying my first bottle of wine, I’m still trembling, my stomach twisting into over-zealous boy scout knots. Glaring at the rapidly depleting second bottle, I wish I’d thought ahead and grabbed a third. Swiping the glass off the counter, I resume my pacing, mumbling under my breath at how life can go fuck itself. And Jacob fucking Lynch can go fuck himself while he’s at it.
Son of a bitch!
Except his mother isn’t a bitch. She’s a fucking angel.
Stupid… motherfucker!
Nope, that’s even worse.
The anger I feel at seeing him again has now morphed into green Hulk mode with the fact that I can’t think of a suitable cuss name to call him while I pace out my rage.
“How can you allow this to happen?” I ask the world. “Is this some sort of joke to you? Is this a ‘Hey, we haven’t fucked with Rosie Reign in a while. Sic the Hellhounds, a.k.a. Jacob Lynch, onto her!’ type of bullshit? ‘Cause I’m not interested. Do you hear me?” I yell, looking up at the ceiling like somehow the world is going to deliver me an answer. My high-heel tip snags the corner of the rug, causing me to stumble and lose balance, wine spilling over my hand. “Don’t you start on me,” I warn, slumping onto the couch to remove my suddenly painful stilettos.
My cell chimes, so I swipe it off the coffee table and narrow my eyes to view the name, blinking twice to clear the drunken blur.
Vicki: Babe, are you okay?
Me: Fine.
Vicki: I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you two know each other. Seriously fucking bizarre. Want me to come over?
Me: No. Just want this night to be over.
Me: Vicki?
Vicki: Yeah, babe?
Me: I can’t be your maid of honor. I’m sorry.
Vicki: Whatever it is, we can sort this out. How badly could this guy have hurt you? All I’m saying is no rash decisions.
How badly?
I scowl at the message like it can see me. I take a few more gulps of wine before doing something I haven’t done in almost ten years. I don’t care if it’s not his number anymore. I don’t care if he stopped answering back from this number the day he left town. Scrolling through my contact list, I find his name, my heart pounding at the sight of it.
I type the message hoping it will make me feel even the slightest bit better. But when I hit send, the message falls in line with fifteen unanswered others I’d sent ten years ago.
I don’t feel any better.
I just feel like I’m further infecting a wound.
Staring at the message, I sloppily finish the rest of my wine. Instantly, I’m riddled with regret and not just because brunch is scheduled tomorrow and I’m going to have a wicked hangover, but because I wish I could take back what I’ve written. It’s not like he’ll ever see it but putting it out there in the world makes it somewhat real.
But those eight words will sit in limbo, a purgatory, just like my heart.
Melissa Jane is a writer of strong Alpha's and feisty heroines. Her love for action and romance means she puts her characters through some epic adventures and compromising situations, all with a healthy dose of uncontrollable passion. Residing on the beautiful beachy Gold Coast in Australia, Melissa enjoys the year-round sunshine with her gorgeous husband and even more gorgeous furbaby, Pocket-the-Yorkie. When she's not working, you'll often find her with a glass (ahem...bottle) of Sauvignon in hand, seeking out adventure with her just-as-crazy friends.
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