RELEASE BLITZ: Pretty Reckless by LJ Shen

Pretty Reckless, an all-new standalone high school, bully romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen, is available now!

We were supposed to be best friends

But turned out to be worst enemies…

Penn

They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

I’d had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me, and now my heart is completely iced.

I took her first kiss.

She took the only thing I loved.

I was poor.

She was rich.

The good thing about circumstances? They can change. Fast.

Now, I’m her parents’ latest shiny project.

Her housemate. Her tormentor. The captain of the rival football team she hates so much.

Yeah, baby girl, say it—I’m your foster brother.

There’s a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life, and she’s about to shell out some serious tears.

Daria Followhill thinks she is THE queen. I’m about to prove to her that she’s nothing but a spoiled princess.

Daria

Everyone loves a good-old, unapologetic punk.

But being a bitch? Oh, you get slammed for every snarky comment, cynical eye roll, and foot you put in your adversaries’ way.

The thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all over the people who try to hurt you.

In Penn Scully’s case, I pierced his heart until he bled out, then left it in a trash can on a bright summer day.

Four years ago, he asked me to save all of my firsts for him.

Now he lives across the hall, and there’s nothing I want more than to be his last everything.

His parting words when he gave me his heart were that nothing in this world is free.

Now? Now he is making me pay.

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About LJ Shen:

L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people's’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Sweet Thing by JA Huss

Title: Sweet Thing

Author: JA Huss

Genre: Contemporary Romance
(old man/much younger woman)

Release Date: April 29, 2019

Blurb

I knew how old she was.

I just didn’t care.

RYKER

Aria Amherst lied about her age the first night we met.

But when I kissed her… I knew exactly how old she was.

And once I kissed her…  I needed more.

I wanted all of her. I wanted everything she wasn’t really offering.

Until I found out that her father was making a deal with my business partner.

Then I wanted her more.

ARIA

Ryker North blew into my life like a wall of hot, tattooed muscle.

And did I mention he’s a drummer?

And a businessman?

And thirty-five years old?

And my father is going to kill me when he finds out I’m dating his new client?

It’s… complicated.

But take my word on this. He’s worth every risk I’m taking.

SWEET THING is a full-length standalone older-man-very-young-woman sexy romance filled with forbidden lust, too many ‘first times’ to count, inappropriate touching in public, and an angsty, but perfect, HEA.

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Excerpt

“When will you turn eighteen?” he whispers into my mouth.

“Sunday,” I whisper back.

“Two days from now?” he asks, still kissing me.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I mumble back, thinking if this is kissing I should’ve started doing it sooner.

He pulls away, a pained look on his face. I know he’s going to leave. Right now. He’s going to yell at me for deceiving him and walk right out my sister’s door.

“Oh, God, Aria.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Please don’t tell anyone I brought you up here. My father would be pissed and he’ll drag me home to the boring suburbs, and my exciting pretend adult life in the city will be over!”

He exhales.

“You’re mad,” I say. “I know you’re mad. And… and I’m bad. I know that. This was bad. I’m bad. And I probably deserve to go home.”

“No,” he says. “That’s not what I’m thinking about right now.”

“You’re not?” I say, genuinely surprised because if I were him, I’d be thinking that yeah, this girl has no clue what she’s doing and has no business being left alone in her sister’s apartment in the city for four weeks.

But thank God, I don’t say any of that out loud. Instead, I say, “Then what are you thinking about?”

He looks at me hungrily. Like he’s the Big Bad Wolf and I’m Little Red. Like he wants to eat me up in one gulp.

And I look back at him like maybe I want him to do that.

“Two days?” he asks again.

“Yes.” I nod. “I’m meeting my parents for tea at the Corinthian and then we’re going to see that musical everyone’s talking about.”

“God help me,” he says.

“What? Why? I said I was sorry. Please don’t tell. Please,” I beg.

“I’m not gonna tell, Aria.”

“You’re not?” I brighten.

“Not if you don’t,” he says. And that hungry look is back. Only it’s like he’s starving and needs to eat something now. Anything, even if it’s me.

And to tell the truth, I feel the same way. My body is all tingly and my lips—I reach up to touch them. They feel all weird. His touch lingering. The minty taste of his mouth still fresh inside mine.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

He reaches for me, then steps back without touching. I want him to touch me, I realize. I didn’t intend for that to happen when I brought him up here, but I do.

But I see that he’s about to leave, to walk out and never come back, so I reach for him.

He shakes his head and backs away. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I just can’t…”

I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. So I say, “You can’t what?”

“I can’t help myself. I have to go before I do something stupid.”

“No!” I say, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. “Just… wait.”

He looks at me over his shoulder and says, “Aria. If I stay here another second I’m going to lift up your little skirt, pull down your pink panties, and stick my fingers inside you until you come.”

My mouth drops open.

“And if you open your mouth like that again, I’ll stick my cock inside it.”

I shut my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “That was so fucking inappropriate.”

Which it totally was. But it was also totally hot.

“I gotta go.”

And then he does. He leaves. He opens the door, walks through it in a rush, and closes it behind him.

And when I open it back up to call him back, he’s already out of sight. Nothing but footsteps on the stairs.

Author Bio

JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.

She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.

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BLOG TOUR: Chasing Bliss by Lexi Blake

Chasing Bliss, an all-new sexy romance in the Nights in Bliss, Colorado Series from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake writing as Sophie Oak, is now live!

Gemma Wells came to Bliss, Colorado, after a scandal cost her everything. Utterly lost, the disgraced attorney built walls so high that she thinks no one can get through them. She’s given up on love, friendship, and all matters of the heart.

Jesse McCann and Cade Sinclair have floated through life, enjoying the world around them, but never allowing themselves to become a part of it. One look at the pretty attorney and Jesse realizes he’s finally found a reason to stay put. Cade isn’t so sure. He’s crazy about her, but he also knows he doesn’t deserve her.

As they begin to find their way together, a dark secret from Gemma’s past threatens to wreck their futures. Her ex-fiancé is back, bringing danger with him, and their time is running out. Jesse and Cade have to melt this Ice Queen’s heart, or she might not leave Bliss alive.

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Excerpt:

“Do you want to dance?” Dumb. That was dumb. There wasn’t any music. The jukebox had gone silent five minutes before and no one had approached it since. She was so stupid. Cade turned from her, his hand going into his pocket. He walked away, her whole soul flattening. She didn’t even get an answer. He walked straight to the jukebox, putting some money in and in a few seconds, a slow, sultry beat started to pound out. Cade turned back to her, holding out a single, callused, deeply masculine hand. God, she was fascinated by that hand. “Are you sure? I don’t know what I can offer you.” She wasn’t sure of anything except the fact that if she walked out now she would hate herself forever. She might be able to forgive herself if she got played, but not if she didn’t try. She’d always tried. She’d wanted to be a lawyer so she’d applied to Harvard. She hadn’t let the fact that she didn’t have the money faze her. She’d gone for it. When she’d decided she wanted to marry Patrick, she’d told him they should get married. She’d spent her whole life chasing what she wanted. Why couldn’t she ask for this? “I’m not sure of anything.” She didn’t bother to hide her emotions. He’d been honest. She could be, too. “I’m scared out of my mind, but I want to dance. And I want a night with you both. Is that too much to ask? I won’t require anything from you but tonight, Cade Sinclair.” She felt Jesse’s arms wrap around her waist. Pure pleasure. She was drawn back into his heat, his body. And Cade crowded her front. He put his forehead to hers, nuzzling her sweetly. “I’ll dance with you. I should warn you, I’m not good. But I’ll dance as long as you like.” Cade pressed his body to hers, his hips swaying lightly. Jesse moved behind her. The sweetness of the moment assailed her. She let one arm wrap around Jesse and the other drift around Cade as the music flowed over her. Her feet moved in time over Trio’s hardwood floors. She barely noticed when other couples joined them. Couples? Trios. Laura Niles danced with her men, her body moving easily. Alexei Markov held Holly Lang as he swayed to the music. And Caleb Burke kind of, sort of, moved behind her. And she was surrounded by Jesse and Cade. She knew she should feel self-conscious, but it was hard when all she wanted to do was melt into them. Jesse’s hands molded her curves, skimming along her hips. Cade, who said he couldn’t dance, moved with such grace, his lean body picking up the beat and giving her something to follow. His chest pressed against hers, making her nipples peak. It wasn’t a dance so much as a seduction. Jesse and Cade surrounded her, not leaving an inch between them. While the music played, she didn’t have to think. She didn’t have a past. She didn’t care about the future. All that mattered was the moment, and the moment included two men. She let her arms tighten around them. “That’s right.” Jesse’s breath heated her ear. “Touch me.” Every inch of her body heated up. She felt drunk, but she hadn’t had that much to drink. She wasn’t drunk on alcohol. She was drunk on them, on what they represented. A new beginning. Tomorrow was supposed to be her wedding day. She should have been preparing to walk down the aisle, but tonight she felt. Felt. Every choice she’d made had been logical—from where she’d decided to work, to her groom, to the dress she’d bought. She let her head drift back, leaning against Jesse while she pulled Cade in. There was nothing logical about this. She wasn’t planning on staying in Bliss. She had nothing in common with the men. Except she wanted them, and they seemed to want her. She didn’t have to put a time limit on it. She could get her heart ripped out. She could completely fuck up. The world could end. Anything could happen. And that was okay. She suddenly didn’t need to know what would happen the next day or the next. She could live in the moment. She could embrace this weird life. No commitments. No promises. Just life. Was that what her mother had been trying to teach her? It didn’t matter. She took a deep breath and gave in. She wrapped her arms around Cade’s big body. He was so tall he made her feel petite. And Jesse was broad and built like a linebacker. “Are you ready to get out of here?” Cade asked. She nodded. “Can we go back to my place?” “We can go anywhere you want.” Jesse’s lips played along her ear. It was crazy. It was wild. It was everything she needed tonight.

About Lexi Blake

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.

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RELEASE BLITZ: String Me by Rebecca Brooke

Title: String Me

Series: Jaded Ivory Series

Author: Rebecca Brooke

Genre: Contemporary Romance (Rockstars)

Release Date: April 25, 2019

Vegas

At least, it sounded like a good idea at the time. I mean what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

Not so much.

Not when I make rash decisions and the whole world was there to catch my stupidity on camera. But this time...

This time, I took someone down with me and she didn’t deserve any of the sh*t being thrown her way.

The band is pissed I screwed up again.

She's being unfairly hounded by the paparazzi.

I regret everything that's happened.

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there.

But the bad press isn’t my fault. Things have to go right at some point.

Don’t they?

Konny - “The writing is great and I loved loved loved the characters and the story. 5 stars.” Michelle - “It’s funny, sexy and even has some mystery.” Becca - “OMG I LOVED MONTY!!!”

  

Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. Writing has always been a love for her, as well as reading. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. Rebecca is the author of contemporary, new adult, and paranormal romance.

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BLOG TOUR: Luca by Brenda Rothert

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Book Blurb:

Abby

I only have one love now—the home furnishings business I’m building into an empire. Maybe money and success can’t love me back, but they keep what’s left of my heart safe. One-night stands are my way of scratching the occasional itch I get for something more. And no one’s better for that than a sexy as sin hockey player I’ll never see again after one very hot night together.

Luca

I used to love two things: hockey and women. But now my nieces and nephew are my top priority, because I’m raising them after tragedy stole their parents. Somehow I balance single parenthood and my career as a forward for the Chicago Blaze. There’s no time for women, until I get knocked on my ass by Abby Daniels. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but her devastating past may end us before we even get started.

 

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Excerpt:

“Hold still, Uncle Luca.”

My niece Emerson gives me her best glare, but she’s five and cute, so it makes me smile.

“I’m trying,” I tell her, checking out the dark purple polish she’s trying to brush onto my nails.

It’s not my inability to hold still that has more nail polish on my skin than my nails; it’s her technique. My “MANicure”, as my two nieces like to call it, started with my ten-year-old niece Cora and was then passed off to Emerson.

“I found yogurt!” Cora says as she breezes into my bathroom. “It’s got strawberries in the bottom, but that’s okay. This face mask will make you smell good, Uncle Luca.”

I try not to roll my eyes. It’ll be better than the last face mask they whipped up in the kitchen, which had butter in it and was a bitch to scrub off in the shower.

“I have to leave for practice in twenty-five minutes,” I remind the girls. “And I still need a shower. So you have ten more minutes to beautify me.”

“Will you paint my nails, too?” Cora asks me.

“Sure.”

I was shit at painting nails when I first became the legal guardian of my two nieces and one nephew a little over a year ago. With practice, though, I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.

“How long ‘til Gram and Gramps will be here?” Emerson asks, still painting my thumb nail even though she’s looking at me.

“About four hours ‘til their flight lands, then maybe an hour for them to get to the house.”

Her toothless grin of excitement makes me ignore the nail polish I can feel on my knuckle.

“Emerson!” Cora yells. “You ruined it! That looks awful.”

Cora picks up the bottle of purple nail polish and Emerson’s happy expression drops away.

“Give it to me,” Cora huffs, holding out her hand for the handle to the polish. “I never should have let you do it.”

“Hey, now.” I give Cora a sharp look. “She was doing her best.”

Cora’s eyes flood with tears. Emerson edges closer to me, because she knows what happens when Cora gets upset.

“He won’t let us do spa days if you mess it up!” Cora cries, glaring at her younger sister. “You ruined everything!”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” I tell Emerson. “And Cora, I never said we wouldn’t do this again. We can do a big spa day after my road trip, okay?”

Cora wipes her eyes and nods, still crying. It kills me to see her like this. As the oldest, she carries more of the weight from the deaths of her parents than her siblings. We’ve been in counseling for more than a year now, transitioning through the death of their mother, my sister-in-law Danielle, to the kids’ new life with me as their guardian. The clinical terms for what Cora struggles with—anxiety and controlling tendencies—are easier for me to handle than her breakdowns.

The tension leaves the room and Emerson starts my massage, which is pretty much just her karate chopping my shoulders, while Cora slathers strawberry yogurt onto my face.

“Is your shoulder better?” Cora asks me.

“Yep, it’s all good.”

“Think my mashage helped?” Emerson asks from behind me.

She can’t pronounce some words, and I kinda hope that’ll last longer, because it gets me every time.

“It definitely helped,” I tell her.

I tweaked my shoulder at practice yesterday, and Cora noticed me wince when I was taking out the trash last night. She worries about every sinus cold and bruise I get. I can’t blame the kid. Her dad, my brother Matt, died serving in Iraq and her mom passed away from cancer a year later.

“Hey, let’s get your nails painted, Cora,” I say after glancing at my watch. “I’ve only got five minutes til I have to hit the shower.” I turn to Emerson. “Can you go get the nail polish remover, peanut?”

“Okay.” She races from the room, brown curls flying behind her.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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