Friday, November 20, 2020

COVER REVEAL: The Invitation by Vi Keeland




Title: The Invitation
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
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Release Date: January 18, 2021


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The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I’d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. 

Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts. 

I knew it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time. 

Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn’t who I’d said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn’t actually been addressed to me—it was sent to my ex-roommate who’d bounced a check for two months’ rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding. 

Once caught, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might’ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail. 

Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block—but at least I’d escaped unscathed. 

Or so I thought. 

Until I realized I’d left my cell phone behind at the table. 

Take one guess who found it? 

This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.







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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.


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RELEASE BLITZ: Wounded by Lym Cruz




Title: Wounded
Series: Imperfectly Perfect #4
Author: Lym Cruz
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 20, 2020


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The emptiness was always there. 

I considered myself decent at hiding it, masking it with normal human emotions. But the darkness, there was no getting away from it. My nightmares helped fill it with what I never cared to elaborate. 

I needed to feel something to numb the pain. 

Then I saw her from across the room, and her beauty bewitched me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. 

So pure. 

So perfect. 

So beautiful. 

But it was all a facade. When no one was looking, her disguise fell. And I saw a glimpse of the pain behind the beauty. 

This is a standalone contemporary romance novel that is part of the Imperfectly Perfect Series. No book is required to be read before this one. It is a standalone.







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As I stood in front of the mirror, applying my makeup, a pang of sadness found its way to my chest. Makeup was my war paint, and I used my sexuality as a weapon. It was part of my self-expression, and I’d be lost without it. 
Blinking, I pushed those thoughts away. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked Gwen, pouting as I applied a layer of hot pink lipstick. 
“No, I have reports to finish for my boss.” 
“Your loss.” A buzz came from my phone. “My cab’s here. Don’t wait up.” 
“I never do.” 
I swung the sliver straps of my purse over my shoulder and was out of the apartment. 
Growing up around rich kids did have its advantages, and one of them was access to certain clubs like The Aquarium—one of the finest in town. It was limited to members plus a few lucky ones who managed to get in. 
The taxi pulled up at the curb. I sashayed to the entrance, passing the line of hopeful faces. I winked at Stan—the bouncer—he unhooked the velvet rope and let me through. 
Neon blue lights illumined the corridor leading to the inside of the club, darkness and alternating flashing lights greeted me. The energy bounced off the speakers, shooting straight into my heart. My entire body pulsed. 
Mingling with the crowd, I found my way to the bar. A shot of whiskey later, I was ready to take on the night. 
As I danced, my body collided with others, heat and sweat enveloping as one body in particular grinded up against me. He pulled me into his arms, and I let him, hands moving up my waist, his lips brushing my neck as his grip tightened. 
It was the contact I craved. I needed to be held by somebody; anybody. I yearned to be lied to, to be told that I was perfect, that I was the best they’d ever had. To hear whispers in my ear about how good I made them feel, even if fleetingly. These moments eased the burden on my soul and assuaged the agony to a dull throb. It was how I found peace beyond my suffering. 
In the club’s dimness, all I saw were his high cheekbones and mischievous eyes. There was a look of unfettered desire and unashamed intention. He moved slowly and subtly, rolling his hips against mine, then leaned his head forward to tuck it close to my ear. “You look like pure sex, and I want to show you exactly what I mean by that.” The music, the heat of our bodies, and the lust in his voice heightened my arousal. “Let’s get out of here, gorgeous.” 
I tilted my head up to look at him, ready to respond, but my mouth froze half-open. A movement on the top floor caught my eye. I saw a silhouette strolling toward the faintly illuminated side of the VIP lounge. He was all broad shoulders and muscular limbs, his characteristically hard expression waiting for the golden light to tumble onto his skin. 
The man from the bar. 
My body awoke. It was more than a slight tingle running underneath my skin. It was as if someone had attached a live wire to each of my nerves. My body convulsed as the violent electrical current pulsed through me. 
“Hey,” I shouted over the music to the guy dancing with me. “Be right back.” 
Short of an acknowledgment, I maneuvered across the room towards the stairs. To my good fortune, the bouncer dictating who got to go up knew me. I palmed him a twenty, and he glanced the other way as I took the stairs. 
It was quieter up there. 
The lights were low, and booths circled the space. Each had a round table surrounded by sofas. I peeped down from the glass window, which muted the sounds from downstairs, and the view was hilarious. Incapable of hearing what they were jumping to, everyone seemed like wild animals in the middle of a jungle. 
I kept on searching the room for him and… bingo. He was at the alcove in the left corner, casually dressed in a dark button-down shirt and jeans. 
I found a seat by the bar where he would be in my direct sight. Gritting my teeth, I noticed the blonde who accompanied him. I’d seen her before; she worked this floor, providing entertainment for a price
And entertaining she was. His hand was high up her thigh, and she pushed herself onto him, doing what she was good at. My eyes narrowed on them, static crackling in the air. 
I felt an irrepressible tug, the curious magnetic pull drawing me toward him with such ferocious intensity, almost beyond the realm of my self-control. The seductive sensation swept itself across the room as our gazes met. It was an attraction stronger than I’d ever felt before. A challenge. 
And once I got what I wanted, I’d move on. That was who I was. 
The girl on his lap whispered something in his ear, and he didn’t acknowledge her. Even in the dim lights, I felt the intensity of his eyes. Our stare bordered on obscene. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, rousing chaos inside of me. An undercurrent tempted me to walk over there and claim him—the dare was in his eyes. With long fingers, he picked up his drink, gulped it all down, never taking his eyes off me. 
The connection broke when the blonde straddled him, burying her face in the arc of his neck. With one hand, he held his glass while the other rested on the sofa. He wasn’t touching her anymore, and soon his gaze found mine again. 
“Voyeur?” A male voice startled me. I peeled my eyes away from my new addiction and his blonde. “Ben,” the man said, thrusting his hand for me to shake. 
I took it. “Ashlyn.” 
“Do you enjoy watching?” 
I smirked. “Sometimes.” 
“Are you alone, Ashlyn?” 
“Do you see anyone with me, Ben?” 
“I guess not.” He laughed. “Can I get you a drink? What are you having?” 
“Whatever you’re offering.” 
“I like you.” 
I smiled, uncrossing my legs, and swiveled the stool in his direction. While Ben ordered, I glanced over my shoulder at the object of my enticement. The girl from his lap was gone. He was hunched forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring straight at me with a tense jaw and a frown. 
Ben bumped my shoulder and handed me a pinkish drink. At twenty-six, I was often mistaken for a teen, and one of the drags of having a babyface was that people mistakenly assumed that I was sweet and friendly. “Pink isn’t my favorite color if that’s what you were aiming for.” 
“You seem warm and softly approachable. That’s what drew me.” He eyed me keenly. “You’re sensual and possibly sensitive. So I thought pink was appropriate.” 
I took a sip of the overly sweet drink. “Does that work on any girl?” 
“I don’t know… does it?” 
I placed the glass down, shaking my head. “Awful.” 
Snickering, he leaned forward. “Can’t blame a man for trying.” 
Ben had succeeded in distracting me for the moment. He kept the conversation light and avoided getting personal. It was obvious he was looking for a one-nighter with no string attached—my thing exactly. 
“Let’s dance,” I offered. 
As we headed to the dance floor, I checked the booths for the other man, but he was gone. I inspected the floor, but he wasn’t in sight. He’d slipped away yet again, but our day would come. 
Ben and I danced, dirtier as we went. My already short dress stirred up with the sway of my hips. His hands were low on my back, ushering me closer to feel him grow. I flung my hands around his neck and kissed him. 
It wasn’t anything special, only what I needed, the skin on skin contact. Ben’s lips were soft, and as the kiss deepened, his hands lowered. Grinding against his erection, I felt the wetness between my thighs. 
“Ashlyn, let’s get out of here,” Ben panted. “What do you say?” 
“Took you long enough.” 
He clasped my hands, and we fled through the back door leading to an alley. The night air was crisp with a bite to it. Its blue breeze brought a salt-like scent and concrete. I pushed Ben against the wall, unbuckling his belt, and shoved my hands inside his pants. Impressive. 
“Fuck,” he murmured, cupping my breasts with both hands while his mouth crashed into mine. He grew stiffer beneath my touch, and the pulsing between my legs intensified. Then, suddenly, I felt fingers passing through my hair, forcing my head up and breaking the kiss. 
“What the fuck, man?” Ben grunted. 
“Ouch…” I cried as my hair was pulled harder, towing me away from Ben. 
“Let her go.” Ben held on to my wrist, preventing me from being drawn back further. 
“She’s coming with me.” 
I held my breath as the rush of blood flooded my ears, and my knees trembled. 
It was him. The husky tone of his voice was unmistakable. 
Ben tensed. His face twisted, the look in his eyes was of fury. He wanted to fight, but I didn’t want that. I raised a hand, preventing him from launching himself forward. “Ben, it’s okay,” I panted, thinking of an excuse. “I know him… he—he’s my husband.” 
“What the actual fuck?” Ben’s eyes widened. “You’re married?” 
I nodded, and the tug on my hair slackened. “Yes.” 
Ben rested against the wall, laughing dryly. “Just when I thought I would get lucky, she turns out to be married.” He ran his hand up, scrubbing over his face. “You’re a fucking strange couple.” 
I attempted to turn and get a look at the man holding my hair, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he began striding, dragging me to keep up. 
“Let me go,” I complained, slapping his hands. 
He ignored me and kept walking. We drew the attention from people outside the club as we rounded the alley towards the front, but no one intervened. We moved further up the street and eventually he dropped his hold from my hair to my nape. When we reached a car, he unlocked it and practically threw me in the back seat, hopping in after me and locking the doors. 
“You wanted my attention,” he muttered. “Now you have it.” 
I swallowed, at a loss for words. I had wanted his attention. Now what? 
My heart pounded in my chest, hard and loud. “You’ve been thinking about me too, haven’t you?” I lifted my chin with unblinking eye contact. “I bet you’ve imagined what I feel like, what I taste like. How great it would be to fuck me.” I ran a finger over his shirt, hearing his harsh breathing. 
With one swift move, he hauled me to his lap, held onto the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. I was on top of him, wearing only my panties with my bare chest in his face. His hands slipped over the curve of my waist and the sides of my breasts. Arching my back, I placed my hands on his shoulders for support. 
It was real. He was touching me. My fantasies didn’t come close to the reality of him. His touch was assertive, and every inch of my skin lit up. My breasts grew heavy, pebbling at their centers with desire. He brought his mouth to the left, sucking viciously. I heaved, my nails digging into his shoulders. 
With one hand, he pushed my panties to the side and brushed my clit. I gasped and moaned at the same time. I was already wet, and his touch soaked me further. The sensation was piercing, sending waves of heat throughout my body. Burning with desire and lust, I hungered for more. I wanted to touch him; feel him. To be consumed by him. 
I slipped my hands under his t-shirt. He was harder than I expected. I felt the hair on his chest as I ran my hands through, fisted and pulled, almost as if avenging what he’d done to me. He groaned; a deep vibration flowed from his chest. 
I leaned in to kiss him, but he shook his head, denying me his mouth, instead nibbling on my neck. It felt good, though not what I wanted. He pulled me further up to ride his thighs. The friction from his pants against the lace of my panties built a powerful pressure deep in my belly. 
Then he rolled me over, my burning flesh laid against the cold leather seat. I winced with momentary loss of contact. He set himself free and pulled a condom from the back pocket of his jeans. He held his cock at the base, staring at me as he rolled the condom down. When finished, he glided my underwear down my legs, then he cupped my sex, massaging gently. I bit my lower lip, squirming under his palm—the sensation seizing new realms of pleasure. 
His hands were on my hips as he drew me forward, aligning us. Without hesitation, he was inside of me. 
“Oh!” I breathed as we both moved. 
His mouth was on my breast again, his hands around my waist digging deep into my skin, urging me to move faster. Then he hauled us both to a sitting position so I could ride him. His hands were in my hair. On my back. On my ass. We are the fireworks in this velvet dark, the blaze lighting up the night. 
We moved until I couldn’t take it anymore, on the verge of a volcanic eruption. My head fell to his shoulder, and I inhaled his scent. The pressure within me was building as I sunk my teeth into his flesh. 
“Harder,” he barked. “Bite harder.” 
I did, digging my teeth deeper into his skin. 
The sexiest, deepest growl rose from the back of his throat. He was holding on to me so hard I knew I’d bruise in the morning. But I didn’t care. 
His hands skated up my back until they were firmly positioned on my shoulder, and then he pressed me down. I screamed both of pain and pleasure as an orgasm quivered through me, leaving me breathless. 
“Shit,” he hissed through grunted teeth, and if he held me any tighter, I’d break. “Ashlyn… Ashlyn,” he repeated my name while reaching his own climax. 
We stayed in the same position, fighting to catch our breath. Too quickly, he took me off his lap, picked up my dress, and handed it to me. Then he removed the condom, fixing himself before leaving the car. In a hurry, I threw on my dress to follow him, but before I could, he settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine. 
“Where are you taking me?” There was a tremor in my voice, my chest tightening. “Where the fuck are we going?” 
“Relax, I’m taking you home. Tell me where you live.” 
“I don’t need you to take me home. I came on my own, and I can leave on my own.” 
“Just give me the damn address.” 
“What’s your name?” 
“Address,” he barked. 
I gave him my address, then wrapping my arms around myself, I rested silently, leaning back in the seat. I won. I got what I wanted. I’d had plenty of sex in my life, but never as intense as tonight. I grinned, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth. 
He arrived at my building and brought the car to a halt. 
“What’s your name?” I pressed. 
“Go to bed, Ashlyn,” he retorted. 
“You know my name. It’s only fair you tell me yours.” 
“You wear a name tag, and life isn’t fair. Leave.” 
Our eyes met through the rearview mirror, and I mouthed, “Fuck you.” 
He scoffed. “You already did that, and very well.” 
Fuming, I got out of the car and slammed the door. He pulled away and sped down the street with no hesitation. I could’ve been upset or perhaps hurt, but the scenario wasn’t atypical. Dirty girls like me weren’t meant to be loved, only used. And I’d come to terms with that.






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Lym Cruz is a Contemporary Romance Author who strives to create heartfelt novels and short stories.

Her stories revolve around strong, but imperfect heroes and heroines, both struggling to find love in the face of adversity, and that's what makes them relatable.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2020

BLOG TOUR: Unexpected Love by Ember Davis



Title: Unexpected Love 
Series: Sweetwater Valley #1 
Author: Ember Davis 
Genre: Interracial Romance




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LARK

Moving to Sweetwater Valley, where my parents live, is a chance to start fresh and see what the next stage in my life is all about. I thought for sure after Christopher’s death that I would spend the rest of my life alone with my two kids as my focus. Watching someone you love waste away leaves you broken and exhausted. A fresh start and a chance to breathe is all I’m looking for, maybe a pet once we are settled. I figure no one will ever want to take on the baggage of a 39-year-old woman with two kids. I didn’t think that I’d be swept off my feet by the resident, self-declared, bachelor for life who is nine years younger than me.

I moved to be closer to family, to hunker down and ride out the storm the last year blew in. I wanted time to adjust to life as a single mom while focusing on my writing. I’m prepared to face the judgement and small minds of a small town, considering my parents already faced it. I’m prepared for my black skin to raise eyebrows along with my blue eyed, light skinned children. I’ve faced all of that before.

There was no way that I could have seen Maverick coming or that he would be my lighthouse bringing me in from the storm.

MAVERICK

I’m content in my life, content with my revolving bedroom door without real connection and only physical satisfaction. Well, I try to convince myself that I’m content. I knew before my last hook-up that I need a change or else I’m going to run out of women that I haven’t taken to bed. That thought is as sobering as the realization that random women don’t hold the same appeal that they used to.

I don’t see many options outside keeping up appearances and playing the role that everyone expects of me. Floating through life with my bar, The Goose, as my only priority seems like my only option. I don’t see how I can have the wife and the kids that some of my friends have, so instead I watch and live the life I tell myself that I want.

Then I find Lark, my beautiful little bird with broken wings but a soaring soul.

Once I see Lark, everything changes. I know I have found my something more in her and her kids. I know that I can mend her broken parts. I know that I can be exactly what Lark and her kids need, if given the chance.

No matter who Sweetwater Valley thinks I am, I know I’m the man they need in their lives. I will prove it to the town, and I will prove it to them.

There was no way I could have seen Lark and her kids coming or that they would be the joy and the love that brings me light.


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Ember is a stay at home mom of two who recently refound her love of books and all things romance and is so glad that she did.  She’s always been creative but writing and creating stories that she would love to read that satisfies the dreams she had as a little girl.  She loves butterflies, the color purple and enjoying time with her family. 

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COVER REVEAL: Flight by Montana Fyre




Title: Flight
Series: Forest Falls #2
Author: Montana Fyre
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 9, 2020


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Ariah
Men were the furthest thing from my mind when I arrived in Forest Falls. In my experience all they had to offer was pain, and I had enough of that in my past, I didn’t want it in my new life as well.
But when I met my new roommate, Braxton, all my carefully laid plans went out the window, and I found myself falling hard for the resident bad boy.
When the horrors of my past collide with the life I’m trying to build, can I trust Braxton with my heart and the secrets I hold close to it? 

Braxton
Any illusions of Happily Ever After died the same night my high school sweetheart took her last breath. I didn’t deserve a second chance at that kind of happiness, and ever since I had lived for my three favourite things.
Hockey. Women. Alcohol.
At least until I met my Possum. Ariah took my breath away from the moment she stepped out of Charlotte’s car, and straight into my heart.
But Ariah has horrors in her past that I knew I couldn’t comprehend.
Can I be the guy she deserves? Or will I lose her just like I’ve lost everyone else I loved?







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Montana was inspired to write her own stories from an early age and it wasn't long before her dream became becoming an author one day. Life hasn't always been kind to Montana, but each of the challenges she has faced she has turned into a positive outcome, and has made her want to achieve her dream that much more.

Montana is a lover of all living creatures, except for spiders, and her love for her pets is never ending. She leads an active lifestyle and enjoys many different cuisines, often referring to herself as a garlic bread connoisseur. Montana loves to travel, and has found inspiration while exploring the USA and Canada with her wonderful husband. She has always loved everything Disney and is a pop culture nerd.

She attributes her ability to write romance to her husband, Sam, as she's inspired every day by their fairytale love story. If she can bring about positive change in one persons life with something she has written, she will consider herself a successful author.


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COVER REVEAL: Captured by S. Nelson




Title: Captured
An Everyday Heroes World Novel
Author: S. Nelson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Tugboat Design
Release Date: January 28, 2021


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To say I survived the unimaginable isn’t exactly accurate, because I didn’t. 
I’m alive. 
But I’m not living. 
I’m existing, clawing my way from one day to the next. 
My only saving grace is my job as a police officer, and it’s during a routine traffic stop one evening when the threads of my isolated existence begin to unravel. 
One glance from Quinn Harris and I feel like I’m dreaming. And the more chance brings us together, the more I’m powerless to stop the uneasy feeling that I’m losing control. 
She stirs up thoughts of something new and unexpected—of a life I’m no longer prepared to handle. 

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I’m done with men. 
I trusted my ex and he broke my heart. 
But life doesn’t seem to want to follow my plan, which is evident the moment I meet Nolan Bennett. 
He doesn’t score high on first impressions. In fact, he is downright rude. 
But as we continue to run into each other, I start to see another side of him, and I can’t deny I’m intrigued. 
Against my better judgment, I give him a chance. 
But again, life will step in and take over. 
Only this time I don’t think either of us will survive. Not with an unknown link between us too painful to overcome.







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Beautiful weather used to enhance my good moods in the past, but seeing the sun shining brightly, high in the sky, and feeling the warm breeze on the side of my face as I drove only seemed to aggravate me. On the days when it was dark and gloomy, I felt harmony because my surroundings were reflective of the turmoil I constantly battled. I was more at peace when the world appeared desolate. 
When I finally arrived at the address, I took a moment before I exited my cruiser, calling on whatever hierarchy there was in the universe to give me the strength to complete my task. It’d gotten easier over time to deal with the public, but I still struggled with the interactions, although no one ever detected such a thing. Most just categorized me as an asshole, and I was fine with the assessment. 
Opening my door, I slid out of my seat and adjusted my duty belt as I rounded the back of the vehicle, flipping on my shades to shield my eyes from the blinding sun. Up ahead, I saw a woman standing in the archway of the complex. If she was aware of my presence, she didn’t show it, so I took the time to assess her, as I did everyone I came into contact with. 
She was thin, approximately five-six with long dark hair. She wore a black skirt, white top, and black heels. On her left wrist was a silver banded watch. She carried what looked to be a laptop case on her right shoulder. The closer I approached, the more I was able to see more of her, but it wasn’t until she turned to face me that I realized I’d seen her before. 
The prior evening, in fact. 
Standing near her now, in the light of day, in a drastically different scenario, a pang of remorse washed over me. To say feeling bad was an oddity for me was an understatement. I hardly ever gave people a second thought, let alone harbored any sense of guilt about my interactions. 
There was a chance she wouldn’t recognize me as the same officer who pulled her over last night. If that was the case, then I would remain as quiet as possible and get this over with quickly so I could get back to dealing with the rest of my day. 
Any hope I had that she viewed me as a complete stranger died when her eyes narrowed into slits and the corners of her mouth turned down. 
“This is just great,” she mumbled loud enough for me to hear, and I didn’t know if it was her tone or the blatant look of disgust on her face from having to stand near me, but a part of me that had been dormant for as long as I could remember flicked back to life during the unpleasant interaction. 
The moment was fleeting, but I held on to it for as long as possible before it faded into obscurity. The snarkiness in her voice pricked my senses. Everyone else I encountered either left me alone completely or engaged me briefly, their tones restrained and cautious, most likely because of my body language: that and the constant scowl on my face. 
But the woman standing ten feet from me piqued my curiosity, all while she treated me with an iota of disdain. 
Now, if she’d only stop glaring at me, I could attempt to make amends for last night.






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S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until 2013.

Her passion to create was overwhelming, and within a few months she'd written her first novel, Stolen Fate. When she isn't engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can. 

She lives in the Northeast with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.


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COVER REVEAL: This Much is True by Tia Louise




Title: This Much Is True
Author: Tia Louise
Genre: Single Dad/Opposites Attract Romance
Ebook Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs
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Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Lucas Loyola
Release Date: December 14, 2020


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A smart and sexy romance about a grumpy single dad on a mission of revenge, and the girl he can’t leave behind by USA Today bestselling author Tia Louise. 

Hope 

I blame the alcohol. 
I lost my restaurant business, was forced to sell my dad’s cherished 1967 Chevy Impala, and I got a little drunk. 
Now I’m waking up with the hottest, angriest guy I’ve ever seen, speeding down the highway like a bat out of hell. 
Ice-blue eyes hit mine with stomach-clenching force… and he swerves onto the shoulder, ready to kick me out. 
Needless to say, our romance doesn’t start out sweet. 

J.R. 

Two years ago, I hugged my little boy goodbye and told him I’d be right back. 
Next thing I knew, I was arrested and sent to prison for a crime I didn’t commit. 
Until they let me out early… 

Now I’m headed home to confront the man who put me away. 
A lie put me behind bars, and I’m ready to find the truth. 
I don’t have time for a sexy girl with pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes stowed away on the backseat of my new car. 
My mission is to get my son back and clear my name. 
Love is not on the agenda. 
It never is, though, is it? 

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Releasing December 14 and narrated by
Jason Clarke & Stephanie Brentmoor!


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AUTHOR BIO

Tia Louise is the USA TODAY best-selling, award-winning author of super-hot and sexy romances. All her heroes are alphas with hearts of gold, and all her heroines are the smart, sassy ladies who love them. 

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