RELEASE BLITZ- Hot Bachelor by Katie McCoy

Title: Hot Bachelor

Author: Katie McCoy

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: July 28, 2017

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Dash Hennessy is the hottest bachelor in the country, looking for love in front of an audience of millions… He just wasn’t supposed to pick ME! 

I just landed my dream summer gig: working as a production assistant on TV’s smash-hit reality show, Ever After. Two months of sun and fun at the beach? Sign me up! Until the moment I come face to face with this season’s bachelor, racing’s bad boy Dash - aka, the mysterious hottie I just hooked up with at a creepy motel off the I-80.

Can you say, awkward?

Dash is sexy, charming - and totally off-limits. But the chemistry between us is way too hot to ignore. He’s playing to win, and he’s got his sights set on the prize: me!

Soon, the action is heating up off-screen. But between ratings-hungry producers, back-stage drama, and twelve of the most cutthroat glamazon contestants known to womankind, I’m in way over my head. Can I find my happily-ever-after, or will it be lights, camera, heartbreak? 

The Bachelor gets a rom-com twist in Katie McCoy’s hilarious, sexy new read! 

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Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Riding Rough by Franca Storm

RIDING ROUGH

(Hard Leather #1)

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Franca Storm

Release Date: July 28th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Chance Promotions

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SYNOPSIS

Mason Cross safeguards club security.

He’s Sergeant-at-Arms for the Steel Titans MC.

Running protection detail on someone should be a walk in the park.

And it would be. If it was on anybody but HER.

Lucy Taylor.

He’s stayed away from her for a reason.

But now they’ve been thrown together, all bets are off.

The beast wants out of its cage.

To take her.

To devour her.

To claim her.

But that would mean breaking a code.

Betraying a brotherhood.

Just cuz a man wants something doesn’t mean it’s right to take it.

But she’s more than a want. She’s a craving. In his bones.

A woman who makes a man want to brave chaos and even Hell itself

Besides, this biker’s always game for a rough and wild ride.

*This is a standalone novella*

EXCERPT

She held on real tight to my jacket, telling me, “You’ve been showing me nothing but hostility for the last few years. I thought you hated me. And yet here you are being so sweet to me, hell-bent on defending me. So, all this hatred was… what… a lie? Tell me, Mason.”

“I need to get you home.”

“Tell me,” she insisted, being the stubborn-ass woman she always was.

I knew I should’ve just broken her grip by force, lunged at her and thrown her on the back of my bike, or some shit. But, for the life of me, I couldn’t.

Instead, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. It was the intensity in those sexy blues of hers, urging the truth from me after all these years of keeping it buried down deep. Or, maybe it was her hands on me finally, us being so close screwing with my good sense. Either way, they burned on the way out, almost clogging my throat as I told her, “There’s nothing to hate. Never was. Never will be, Luce.”

“But all this time--”

“Was easier that way.”

The hell, it was. There was no easy when it came to staying away from her. To wanting her. But what else could I tell her?

I knew the second she got what I was saying, cuz her eyes flashed and she gasped, “Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

“Why… uh… why did you break that tonight? I mean, you were sweet to me.”

“You needed me.”

She bit her lip. I watched as it trembled and my gut clenched; it looked like she was gonna cry. Cuz of me.

She buried her face in my chest.

“Luce, I--”

“So, tomorrow we go back to playing the hating game? Is that it?” she asked, her voice muffled against my leather again.

Fuck, I didn’t know. How was I supposed to answer that?

Instead of finding the words, I reached out and sank my fingers into her hair, stroking her soft purple waves. She turned into my touch and raised her head to gaze up at me. “Is that what you want?” Her voice was barely a whisper and sounded so damn sultry.

“What I want?” I rasped, almost choking on the words.

She nodded. “That’s what I asked.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant to challenge me. I knew Luce was real innocent. How could she not be with Cole always driving away every bastard who got within a few feet of her? But either way, the man in me sure as fuck was taking it as a challenge, as though she was throwing down the gauntlet. Cuz, as I looked down at her, all I could see was the girl I’d always wanted right there in my arms, desire in her eyes for me, wanting to be taken, needing me as much as I’d been needing her all this time. And with her hands on me short-circuiting my brain, her sweet coconut scent driving me to distraction, and the white knight complex she’d brought out in me tonight on overload, my willpower was shot to hell.

I dipped my head and fisted my hand in the back of hair. “‘Course it isn’t.”

Her eyes widened and she mumbled, “Then what--?”

My mouth crashed down on hers with the fury of a violent tidal wave colliding with land. She whimpered from the ferocity that I couldn’t hold back, stumbling. I brought my hand around to the small of her back, steadying her for a second, before pushing her against my bike. She cried out and the sound sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my dick. A cross between a moan and a sexy purr. I feasted on her lips, nipping, biting and licking every last inch of them. But I needed more. I needed to taste her, to claim the woman I’d denied myself for so fucking long.

I sank my hand deep into her silky waves, angling her head with a rough tug. It had her arching her back and rolling her hips, trying to rub herself against me. Mmm… she well liked that. A bit of sexual domination. Good thing, cuz that was the only way I rolled, as I’d warned her earlier.

The next thing I knew, her hands were slipping under my shirt and her nails were dragging up and down my back, making me hiss with the bite of pain. Hell, yes!

Growling, I gripped her thigh hard. It had her gasping and parting her sweet lips for me. I didn’t waste the invite. I plunged my tongue inside, diving in eagerly to taste every part of her. She went wild then, her tongue tangling with mine, giving as good as she got. I wasn’t sure which one of us was panting harder. All I knew was I could barely breathe, but I didn’t want to stop, cuz it felt too good tasting her, touching her, after all this time. I just couldn’t get enough. I was lost in the heat of her. Drowning in it.

I ground my stiff cock against her. I was so hard that it was painful. I could feel her heat even through my jeans. She fisted my cut, holding me to her and whimpering into my mouth, begging me to take it further.

“Oh God, Mason,” she choked, breaking the kiss and peppering my neck with desperate licks.

Every stroke of her tongue against my skin was like liquid fire, enflaming me further. Tempting me. Hit the brakes! I was fast reaching the point of no return. We were in a fucking parking lot! She deserved better. This shit was reserved for club whores, not her. Not my little pixie. This wasn’t the plan, asshole! Things had gotten outta control real quick.

I felt her fingers sliding down my chest. Lower… lower.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She writes stories about bad boys with big hearts–those bad boy, alpha males that the tough women they fall for just can’t seem to resist.

She is a long-time erotic/romance novel addict and decided to try her hand at crafting her own. Writing romantic erotica is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use! She’s got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.

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Release Package: Beard Up by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Beard Up

Series: The Dixie Warden Rejects MC #6

Author: Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: July 27, 2017 Cover Mode: Chase Ketron Photographer: FuriousFotog

Ghost [gohst] noun: the soul of a dead person, a disembodied, vague, shadowy spirit wandering among or haunting living persons; a mere shadow or semblance; a trace. That noun sums up Ghost and what his life has become with painful precision. He is barely living, merely existing but never thriving. There wasn’t much that could pull him from the darkness he willingly inhabits…except one thing. Her. She is the reason he’s done what he’s done, and his life has become what it has become. He haunts his former life, lurking in the background, surviving on occasional glimpses of the only thing good that is left in his miserable life. The horror he has inflicted upon her is nothing compared to the terror that waits for her when someone moves in to take her from him. The thing about being stuck in the past is that it is like walking through life backwards. She is always looking back, so she doesn’t see what is happening in front of her. Unfortunately for her, it turns out that the ghosts of the past aren’t nearly as terrifying as the monsters of the future. They say that true love is like a ghost, something that many talk about but few have seen. It’s a good thing for that, too, because he’ll need that element of surprise to protect her. Hopefully when the dust settles, he’ll be able to resurrect more than just himself.

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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BLOG TOUR: Pretty New Doll by Ker Dukey and K. Webster

Pretty New Doll

by K. Webster and Ker Dukey Pretty Doll #3 Publication Date: July 17, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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Benny, broken, hurting, and alone Lost his dolly, his love, his home. Injured and searching, reborn anew, He finds himself befriended by one who’s true. Learning about the world, urges, and lust. Finding a new future, a new dolly, is a must. Then out of old pain, fresh prospects come to life, Benny’s sick mind summons him, so his hand takes the knife. Have you ever been so lost that you became a shadow? Lurking but not living. Existing in the background where no one notices you. My doll betrayed me, killed me in more ways than she realized. I’m watching, waiting, wanting. One day soon she’ll give me back what she took away… it’s funny how life works that way.

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About K. Webster

K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads! Website: www.authorkwebster.com Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bllgoP

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About Ker Dukey

My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected. I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling. When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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