Friday, August 31, 2018

RELEASE BLITZ: Broken by Crystal Kaswell




Title: Broken
Author: Crystal Kaswell
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 31, 2018



Blurb

Some things in life are undeniable.

Trent Stone’s smile is as rare as a rainy day in California.

His eyes are the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

And the two of us are broken.

For years, we had everything. The kind of love that only exists in fairytales. But it slipped through my fingers. I left and I took his heart with me.

That was supposed to be it. The end. Forever.

Now, I’m face to face with Trent, staring into those soulful brown eyes, choking on all the things I want to say. My heart is begging for his comfort. My body is begging for his touch. My head… my head knows better.

He hates me for leaving.

But if he knew the truth…

This is one secret I’m taking to my grave.

I just hope it doesn’t kill me.







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Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn't writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.

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BLOG TOUR: Riding the Edge by Janine Infante Bosco

RIDING THE EDGE

by Janine Infante Bosco A Satan's Knights Novel Publication Date: August 21, 2018 Cover Designer: JB's Cover Obsession Design Models: Darrin James Dedmon and Michelle Lynn McLeod Photographer: JW Photography Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Standalone

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SYNOPSIS

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, something extraordinary comes along that knocks you on your ass…
“Wolf” I’m a simple man with simple values. You either love me or you hate me, but the ones who need me, always got me. I’m the self-proclaimed Wolf of the Satan’s Knights MC, the beast who will fight his way out of any dark alley to defend your honor. The brother you call upon when you’ve lost your faith in humanity. However, secrets and lies are the cancer of a man’s soul. Exposed, they will eat away all that is good and leave nothing but destruction in their wake. They’ll prove the best intentions sometimes fail and leave you questioning your life’s choices. Now, searching for a purpose, I find myself facing the ride of my existence with a woman just as jaded as me. As she fights the biggest battle of her life, I want to be the man who stands by her side. The man who ain’t afraid to ride the edge of misery because he knows there is something beautiful on the other side…
“Maria” I’ve prevailed against the mob, a deadbeat ex-husband and the woes of being a single mother. While someone else may have wished for a different life, I believe I’m stronger for everything I’ve endured. I’m someone who speaks her mind and fights for what is right. A woman who will smack you upside the head with a frying pan and ask questions later. Terrified of love, I’m an otherwise fearless woman. Until a doctor solemnly diagnoses me and my strength falters. Now as fear engulfs me, an unexpected man dressed in leather, holds out his hand. As a woman who never needed anyone, I suddenly need him. His assurance. His strength. His love.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***
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EXCERPT

Excerpt #3: Cut the cord Lady

Stretching my aching body against the cool satin sheets, my eyes flutter open. Flashes of the night before come rushing over me causing my body to heat as I turn to my side and find Al naked in my bed. Indulgently, I let my eyes rake over him, taking in every inch of his masculine body—a body I worshiped last night. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I cover the gasp as I recall the blowjob I gave him after we had sex twice and he went down on me again. If I try hard enough, I bet I can recall the coarse hairs of his beard brushing against my thighs as his tongue dove deep inside me, enticing the most profound orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s no wonder I got down on my knees after that.
“You always wake up like this?”
Startled by his voice, I lift my eyes to his face and watch as he lazily rubs his hands over his beard.
“Like what?”
“Looking so fucking pretty.”
If I wasn’t sure Al was a smooth talker that would confirm any suspicion. I never washed the makeup from my face last night which means my mascara is probably smeared across my face and I’m going to need an entire bottle of conditioner to get all the knots out of my hair.
“C’mere,” he orders huskily.
Tucking the sheet around my still naked body, I inch closer.
“Lose the sheet, Lady,” he demands.
“I never go to sleep naked,” I explain, feebly loosening my hold on the sheet. It drops to my waist, exposing my swollen breasts and the morning chill awakens my nipples. Reaching out, he rolls my erect nipple between his fingers and meets my gaze with an explicit hunger radiating from his eyes.
“You ever have a man fuck you all night?”
“Good to know you’re just as crass in the morning as you are at night.”
“Why don’t you come sit on my face and we’ll test your theory?”
Contemplating his offer, I throw my leg over his body and straddle him.
“A little higher,” he murmurs.
“Maybe I don’t want your mouth.”
“Oh, no?”
“Maybe I want—”
My words trail at the sound of my alarm clock. Glancing at the end table, I stare at the red flashing numbers and the temporary high I was feeling a moment ago comes crashing down as the reason for the alarm dawns on me. Climbing off Al, I hit the alarm clock with a bit more force than necessary and swing my legs over the bed.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” he questions as I pull open the top drawer of my nightstand and grab a pair of panties.
“I told you I had an appointment today,” I answer, pulling the cotton over my hips. Padding around my room topless, I search for my robe when I hear the doorbell.
“You expecting someone to take you to this so-called appointment?”
Abruptly, I snap my attention towards him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, Lady, one minute you’re ready to ride my cock, the next you’re scrambling around the room like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar,” he says roughly, tossing the sheets from his body.
“If you’re insinuating—”
The bell sounds again and this time it’s accompanied by a loud knock. Bending down to retrieve his jeans, he pulls them up his legs in a hurry.
“Where are you going?” I call out as he starts to walk out of the bedroom, buttoning his jeans.
“To see who the fuck is knocking on your door at eight in the morning,” he replies, disappearing into the hallway.
“Shit,” I hiss, sweeping my gaze around the room. “Where the fuck is my robe?”
Remembering I had it on before I took my shower yesterday, I hurry into the bathroom. Taking it off the hook on the back of the door, I shove my arms through the silk robe and quickly tie the sash around my waist as I make my way towards the front of the house.
“Fuck,” Al grunts, standing in front of the door, peering through the peephole. “It’s your son.”
My eyes widen as I glance down at myself and pull the robe tighter around my body. For a moment I wonder why Anthony’s here at this hour, then I realize if he sees Al half naked in my living room and me looking like a three-dollar hooker, it won’t matter much.
Turning around, Al runs his fingers through his hair.
“He ain’t going anywhere, Lady, so, you need to decide how we’re going to play this.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I hiss. “He can’t find you here.”
“Ma! Open up the door.”
Dashing towards Al I grab his hand and pull him back.
“You need to leave,” I whisper roughly.
“And how the fuck should I do that if the only way out is that door,” he says, jutting his thumb over his shoulder.
“The window,” I blurt. “Grab the rest of your clothes from the kitchen and use the one in my bedroom.”
“Are you out of your mind? I am not climbing out the window,” he growls.
“It’s ground level,” I argue.
“Ma, if you don’t open the fucking door, I’ll break it down.”
Looking over my shoulder and back, I close the distance between Al and I, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You ever walk in on your mother after she spent the entire night being fucked by one of your…” My voice trails off as I realize Anthony considers Al an acquaintance. My arms fall from his neck and I cover my mouth.
“Oh my God, he considers you a friend.”
“Hold the phone, Lady, Bianci and I are not friends.”
“Then what are you?”
“Fuck if I know what to call it but we’re nothing like fucking Fred and Ricky.”
“Are you referencing I Love Lucy, right now?”
“Ma!”
“Jesus Christ, you should probably cut that fucking cord, Lady,” he growls.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.
Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.
She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Tour : Ruffles & Beaus by Carina Adams

Title: Ruffles & Beaus
Author: Carina Adams
Genre: NA Romance/Love Triangle
Published: August 23, 2018
Ruffles & Beaus was a well written, intriguing story that kept my captivated from beginning to end. The love triangle between Roman, Cady and Reid was interesting, and they were all likeable. I did change my mind a couple of times of who I thought was best guy for Cady, as both these guys had different attributes that I liked. I enjoyed reading this book!
Every girl who dances on a pole has a story to tell, one that led her to the stage.
My last year of college was set to be the best yet. Only a few months stood between me and the life of my dreams. Until my manager was arrested for embezzlement, our department was wiped out, and everything fell apart. I needed a job. I was willing to do anything to pay for school, hoping to simply survive. Desperate, I joined Soirée, the private party company that offered something no other did.
I wasn’t prepared for Roman, the boss who thought I was helpless and hated me as much as I detested him. Or, his best friend Reid, who assumed I was tougher than I was and pursued me in a way no one else ever had.
I never used a pole, yet I took my clothes off as men cheered. My past didn’t lead me there, though.
My story began with the secrets I told as I fell in love with two very different men.
And continued with the lies I weaved to keep us all from breaking.
I stood there, a helpless bystander, as he gave her the same grin he’d always used on the adults to get himself out of trouble when we were kids. The one that said he was sweet and innocent and could be trusted. Lying asshole. Cady responded with a slow, lazy smile of her own, one filled with promises I couldn’t even comprehend.
Not happening. My fingers locked around her upper arm and I hauled her to her feet before I knew what I was doing. “I’ve got it,” I snarled in his direction before I half dragged her up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
With every step we took she sputtered like an angry wet cat and tried to shake me off. My grip only tightened. As soon as we were in my room, with the lights on and the heavy door locked safely behind us, I let her push me away.
“What in the hell are you doing?”
“You said you were exhausted.” I lifted my chin toward the bed in the middle of the room as I dropped my suit jacket on the floor and pulled off my tie. “Get some rest.”
“There’s no couch. Where are you going to sleep?”
I had my shirt unbuttoned and on the pile before I answered. “You’re a smart girl. You figure it out.”
As I reached for the button on my pants, she nodded once. “Okay. So, I’ll be in Andy’s room.”
I lunged for her as she was twisting the handle, squishing her body between the door and me, my hands on top of hers, halting her. I hadn’t been prepared for how she’d feel. She wasn’t built like my other dancers, shorter and curvier, but I hadn’t stopped to think about how soft that would make her body. It was oddly comforting, and I wanted to sink into it and let her surround me.
Fighting whatever craziness my mind had started to manifest, I put my mouth to her ear, needing her to hear me. “If you leave this room, I will spank your ass. I’m too fucking wasted to take on every man here, but don’t think I’m too far gone to haul you back to this room, tie you to the bed, and punish you.”
Glimpses of that scenario ran through my mind, making me instantly hard. I had no idea where the thought had come from. I’d never tied any woman to my bed, or any where else, and I sure as shit had never spanked anyone in more than a playful manner. It should have disgusted me.
We must have gotten a bad bottle of booze. It hadn’t been stored right or something. Maybe one of Alistair’s loser friends laced it.
Instead of throwing her head back into my face and breaking my nose, or reacting the way any sensible woman would, Cady’s breath caught and she shivered underneath me. Not from fear or cold, but because my words had gotten to her.
She moved her head back slightly, fitting it into the spot between my neck and shoulder. Neither of us said a word. Her scent, one I didn’t recognize, invaded my nostrils. I fought the urge to turn her around and kiss her, to beg her to let me fuck her against the door for the entire house to hear.
Her breathing grew more ragged by the second and I knew that she was feeling it, this undeniable attraction. She spun, her back to the door, perfect fat tits shoving into my chest, and I couldn’t think anymore. My fist wound itself into her hair, holding her in place, as I leaned down in slow motion, almost daring her to push me away, and captured her lips with mine.
She tasted like strawberries and whiskey, her mouth warm and captivating as she gave me exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t enough. I bit her bottom lip lightly, tugging it open, so my tongue could find hers.
Fingernails traced down my bare chest, exploring. When they ran over my abs, Cady groaned as if it was the most delightful thing she’d ever touched. The sound made my dick jump. I worked hard for the body I had, pushed myself to stay in shape, so I could accomplish all the things I wanted. It was a bonus to know she appreciated the effort.
Jealousy, that she got to touch me while I was acting like a saint and keeping my hands in PG zones, hit me. I broke the kiss and stepped back, ready to strip her out of the ugly baggy clothes she’d put on and worship her body. She wasn’t fooling me. I’d seen enough during practices and the performance to know exactly what she was hiding.
In spectacular fuckface timing, Andrew chose that moment to pound on the door. “Yo, asshole. You forgot your phone. Reid’s blowing it up.”
Cady ducked and spun away from the wood, backing toward the bed, eyes wide as they darted around the room. Before I could offer an explanation, or beg her to give me five minutes to get rid of the pest problem outside our door and get back to business, the brat smirked at me. Then she began to laugh.
“Well,” she dragged her teeth over her lip making me groan inwardly, “that was a surprise. No more alcohol for us.”
Andy knocked again.
“You get that. I’m going to go to bed. To sleep.” She clarified. “And then you’re going to come to bed. For sleep. So we can get up in a few hours and pretend this never happened.”
“That’s how we’re playing this?”
“Partners don’t have sex, remember? It’s against the rules.”
Fuck the goddamned stupid rules. I hated them. I was going to rewrite the employee manual first thing on Monday.
Cady chuckled, as if she could hear my thoughts. “No, you’re not. They’re good rules. You don’t want to sleep with me. You’re just drunk.”
“I said that out loud?”
She giggled again and I couldn’t stop my own answering smile. “You did.” She moved forward, pushing me out of the way slightly, and opened the door. “Give it to me,” she held out her hand.
“Come next door and I will,” Andy’s husky voice replied as he handed her my iPhone. “I’ll give it to you so dirty you’ll be begging me for more.”
Without a reply, she backed up quickly and slammed the door in his face.  He obviously didn’t like his head attached to his body because I was going to remove it if he didn’t cut the shit.
“Here,” she didn’t wait for me to take it, but shoved the phone into my chest instead. “Call Reid. Tell him you’re too drunk to drive, that I’m not any better, and that we’re staying here. It’s been an,” her gaze settled on my stomach and her teeth scraped across her lips, “interesting first day at my new job and I’m exhausted.”
With a quick tug, her sweatshirt was over her head and on the floor, taunting me, before she face-planted herself onto the bed. “Good night.” It was no more than a mumble. The brat was out cold in seconds.
I didn’t dial Reid’s number. Or anyone else. He hadn’t been the only one who had called repeatedly. I especially didn’t want to deal with the force that was Livie tonight. Not when I was drunk and I had a hot as fuck woman in my bed.
No. Cady wasn’t hot. Cady was Ruffles, my employee. The bitter, snarky, clueless one. I wasn’t attracted to her.
She definitely wasn’t Brooke. I wanted my fiancé back. And only my fiancé.
Which is why it was perfectly safe for me to climb up onto the bed next to Cady. Friends could sleep in the same bed. The small width of the full size mattress wasn’t something I was used to, which was the only reason I threw an arm around her and hauled her back into my chest. She was soft and warm, which was why I dropped kisses onto her neck, inhaling her body spray, telling myself I loved the scent and needed to find out what it was.
It was all fine. Completely innocent. Nothing more.


An avid reader who loves epic and unconventional romance, Carina has an unhealthy obsession with Jason Statham, loves the sounds of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, is the crazy friend your mom warned you about, and believes one day she will go through the stones to meet Jamie Fraser. 
Carina has been writing and creating characters for as long as she can remember, allowing her to fall in love with the next man of her dreams with every new story. None of which are anything like boring Prince Charming. Thankfully, fate stepped in and granted her the ultimate wish - a life full of men. Carina lives in a picturesque New England town with her husband, the man who ruined the thought of all others, and two amazing sons who always keep her on her toes.
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        *Paul* What will happen... when Jenn learns the truth that has been brewing deep inside me? ...when she learns my desires have been restrained? ...when containing them is no longer possible? Will she flee when there’s no place to run? Traveling to the isolation of a tropical island, we agree to lay our marriage and our future on the line. It’s the only way to face the demons—my demons—that threaten our life together. For us to make our marriage work, we must break down barriers, reveal the hidden places, and shine light where darkness has taken root. This reprieve from life is meant to be about us, our marriage, and our future. It is...until the unexpected happens... Will our marriage survive? Will we? This suspenseful, steamy stand-alone novella follows Paul and Jenn Masters, characters previously introduced in the novella UNCONVENTIONAL. This quick, spicy story may be read completely on its own or even before UNCONVENTIONAL. If you enjoy a fast and furious, heart-thundering ride that leaves you breathless and perhaps a bit hot and bothered, check out New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig’s THE VAULT novellas: UNCONVENTIONAL and UNEXPECTED. Have you been Aleatha’d? ADD TO GOODREADS  

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      I close my eyes and allow my body to simply react. It’s been too long. It seems as if recently I’ve overthought everything—every action...word...everything—between Paul and me. The process is exhausting, and I’m too tired to continue. I don’t know what will happen over the next ten days. All I know is that I want what’s in front of me. Forget that. I want what’s intoxicating me—my husband’s embrace, the spicy scent of his skin, the way his erection probes my tummy through our clothes, and the sweet sensation of his kiss. Sex may not save our marriage, but damn, right now as our kiss deepens, I’m on fire. Like a field of grass that’s withstood a drought, the flames grow. Small explosions detonate throughout my body—tiny flares roaring to a blaze and blasting our world. Each is a reminder that there’s been only one man who has ever made me feel completely and utterly loved, worshipped, and satisfied. The one man who is with me now. A moan escapes my lips as Paul reaches for the hem of my sundress and lifts it over my head. Just as quickly, he tugs off his own shirt, and I’m surrounded by his strong arms. His wide chest smashes against my breasts, and our hearts work together, the presence of the other increasing their rhythm. The faint taste of the salt air lingers on my lips as I kiss his neck, chest, and torso.             Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of over thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams and bring your imagination to life! Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha's twisted style with an increase in heat. In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016. In the spring of 2017, Aleatha released her first stand-alone, fun, and sexy romantic comedy with PLUS ONE, followed by the sweet stand-alone, ONE NIGHT. Aleatha is a "Published Author's Network" member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. NEWSLETTER | WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE | GOODREADS INSTAGRAM | TWITTER | PINTEREST