#freebie Cold Fear by Toni Anderson @inkslingerpr @toniannanderson

If you love romantic suspense or if you’re a Criminal Minds junkie, you have got to get your hands on Toni Anderson’s Cold Justice series! And luckily for you, COLD FEAR is available for free for a limited time!

 

ColdFear_ToniAnderson_FINALAbout COLD FEAR

2016 Daphne Du Maurier Award For Excellence In Mystery/Romantic Suspense finalist and Bookseller’s Best Award finalist.

A relentless FBI profiler hunts a vicious killer.

When old evidence turns up on a fresh corpse, ASAC Lincoln Frazer is determined it won’t delay the execution of a convicted serial killer. But when more young women are brutally slain, it becomes clear—this new killer is intimately familiar with the old murders.

A dedicated emergency physician hides a dark secret.

Former Army Captain Dr. Isadora Campbell helped her mother conceal a terrible crime. After her mother’s death, Izzy resigned her commission and returned to the Outer Banks to raise her rebellious teenage sister. But it doesn’t take long for Izzy to suspect that someone knows exactly what she did, all those years ago.

If they work together, maybe no one else will die.

With pressure mounting to reopen the old case, Frazer will use any means possible to catch the killer. Thrust together during the investigation, he and Izzy find themselves reluctantly attracted to one another, and begin an affair. Meanwhile the killer is much closer than they think. Izzy’s confession of her secret drives Frazer away as he struggles with her deception. By the time he realizes he’s fallen in love with the stubborn woman, the killer has her. Now the race is on to save Izzy, and any chance of a future they might have together.

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About Toni Anderson

New York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit #1 in Barnes & Noble’s Nook store, the Top 10 in Amazon and Kobo stores, and the Top 50 in iBooks. Her novels have won many awards. A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather.

Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She’s addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate.

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#coverreveal Hard Core by Madison Faye #seriesreveal

 

 

Title: Hard Core
Series: Dirty Bad Things #1
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: White Rabbit Creative

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Models: Gia & Jaclyn S.

Release Date: November 27, 2017
Blurb

 

She’s sweet, pure, and untouched, and she’s about to lose her innocence on camera. To me.
 
Trust me, I’m no porn star, even if I do have the equipment of one. But when the Moretti crime family comes calling to collect on a debt I owe, they want it in trade.
 
You see, there’s big money in dirty movies, and the more real, the better. Me? I’m already filthy, damaged goods from my time in Afghanistan.
 
But then I meet Rose, my “co-star”, and my whole world shatters.
 
She owes the Moretti’s too, but she’s too good for all of this. Too sweet, too beautiful – too innocent for this shit.  And I’ll be damned if I let them steal that away from her.
 
It’s wrong that she’s here, but it’s also wrong that she wants me to “teach her” things. It’s worse that I want to.
 
But one taste of her lips, and I’m hooked. One touch of her soft skin, and I know Rose is going to be mine. Not the camera’s. Mine.
 
The virgin with the debt, the ex-marine with the dick, and a porno for the mob.
 
Welcome to Vegas, baby.
 
 
*Please note that while a connected storyline, each of the Dirty Bad Things books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers or spoilers.
 
Dirty, filthy, and oh-so-sweet, with an utterly obsessed alpha hero, explosive insta-love, and enough kindle-melting steam to make you sweat. Get ready to get wrong in the right kind of way. HEA with NO CHEATING!
Coming Soon
Releasing December 11, 2017
Releasing January 15, 2018
Author Bio
#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!



Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)


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#releaseboost The Roommate “dis” Agreement by Leddy Harper

Title: The Roommate “dis”Agreement
Author: Leddy Harper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 17, 2017
Blurb
Item One: Divorced man seeks female roommate for
companionship.
 Cash Nicholson isn’t looking for a girlfriend, but he
wants to come home to someone after a bad day at work. 
Item Two: Single mother needs apartment. Jade
Robertson is desperate, and her best friend’s couch just isn’t going to cut it
anymore. 
Item Three: No surprises. Romance. Work. Pasts.
Agreements aren’t promises…
Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Author Bio

 

Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.


She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
  She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females.

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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#coverreveal The Baby Maker by Lili Valente@givemebooksblog

 

 

Title: The Baby Maker
Author: Lili Valente
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Bootstrap Designs

Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography

Release Date: February 5, 2018

 

Blurb
Some men are troublemakers or dealmakers. The men in my family? We’re baby makers.
 
For six generations, the women of wine country have had a saying: don’t bang a Hunter man unless you want a bun in your oven.
 
Yeah, well. I’ve got a saying too: no thanks. The last thing I need is baby makes three. My business is expanding and the only thing I’m interested in getting knocked up is my bottom line.
 
But then one night Emma Haverford makes me an offer I can’t refuse—she backs away from the land I have my eye on in exchange for a favor…
 
A big, fat, baby making favor…
 
******
 
When I hear women have gotten pregnant shaking hands with Hunter men, I know I need Dylan Hunter’s…ahem, special skills…way more than I need to expand my vineyard.
 
I’m ready to give my heart to a child and I’m tired of waiting for my late-to-the-party Prince Charming to make my dreams come true. So I promise Dylan—three months of hot, heavy, baby-making s-e-x and then I’m out of his hair forever.
 
But what if when it comes time to say good-bye, all I want to do is keep bottling up more memories with this big-hearted man?
 
This sexy Standalone romance will make you laugh, swoon, and blush baby-makin’ red. Heat level: A risk of getting knocked up during download. Paperback and audio versions are especially dangerous. Handle with care…

 

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AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Coming on Audible on February 5, 2018
Narrated by Andi Arndt and Sebastian York

 

Author Bio

 

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.


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#bookblitz The Black Lilith Series Box Set by Hazel Jacobs @WitandWonderPR @HazelJacobs90 

  

 

The Black Lilith Series Box Set
 Hazel Jacobs
Release Date: October 2017
Contemporary Romance | Erotica
Jesh Nima Designs
Four novels containing epic love, secrets, friendships & sinfully sexy rock stars.
This is such a true ROCKER series you do not want to miss out on. – Amazon Reviewer.
 
The only ending more perfect than this for the Black Lilith series would be to not end it at all! – Amazon Reviewer.
 
Once I started reading there was no stopping. – Amazon Reviewer.
 
Sigh, I love this series. Black Lilith forever! – Amazon Reviewer.
Black Lilith – Book One
When Mikayla Strong graduated college, she expected to hit the ground running. Instead, she’s stuck getting coffee and spellchecking contracts for BassNote Productions. She won’t give up her dream of working in events management, but no matter how many hours she spends scrolling through job ads during her lunch breaks there just don’t seem to be any jobs anymore.
A chance meeting with the drummer of Black Lilith, a hot new band getting ready for its first international tour, sends Mikayla careening out of her comfort zone and into a world of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. She goes from overqualified barista to overqualified PA overnight, and even though the band’s lead singer, Logan Todd, pushes all of her buttons, Mikayla thinks she might just be able to make this new job work for her.
But Black Lilith isn’t as tightknit as they seem in interviews. As Mikayla gets to know the four band members better, a web of lies and heartbreak begins to show itself. Between fans with knives, fights in hotel corridors, and the band’s very strict ‘no dating PAs’ rule, Mikayla’s growing attraction to Logan Todd may be the least of her problems. At this rate, she’ll be lucky if she makes it to the end of the tour…
All or Nothing – Book Two
Sersha Walsh is a gifted lyricist. She learned her craft on her mam’s knee back in Galway, Ireland. After years as a successful freelancer she’s ready to take on her first big client—Black Lilith—the rock band making waves around the world. But the band’s bass player and current lyricist, Tommy, is less than thrilled to hear that the production company has hired Sersha. He’s moody and distant, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes that has Sersha dithering between wanting to kill him or kiss him.
Living out of a suitcase in the heart of Manhattan may sound romantic, but it’s the sort of thing that can drain a girl, even one as bubbly as Sersha. Thankfully, Black Lilith’s manager, Mikayla, seems determined to make Sersha feel at home. All the while, Sersha and Tommy grow closer, weaving poetry into music and sharing flirtatious looks over his battered notebook.
Just when things seem to be looking up, a ghost from Tommy’s past surfaces, threatening to tear down the careful equilibrium that Black Lilith has built. Sersha will need to decide who to believe and who to trust when the time comes.
Make Me – Book Three
Harper Styles can’t believe she’s really doing this. It’s one thing to take a job as an escort to pay her way through college. It’s another thing to fly to Iowa and pretend to be some stranger’s girlfriend so that he can get through a wedding without his family climbing all over him. She’s outside of the airport when she meets possibly the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.
Later, in the first class lounge, she realises that this man is her client: Slate, world-famous drummer for Black Lilith. Slate needs a girlfriend to deflect his parents’ attention from his womanising, rockstar lifestyle. Unable to convince his best friends to lend him their girlfriends, he’s resorted to hiring an escort to pretend to be his lover and smooth the rough relationship he has with his family. She asks him for his real name, but he gives her a coy smile that makes her weak at the knees.
He also makes it absolutely clear that he will not sleep with a woman he’s paying – as long as she is technically his employee, he will not take advantage. But the chemistry between them is immediate. Harper can be anything a man needs, but she’s starting to realise that what Slate really needs is a woman to break through his walls.
Sinful Rhythms – Book Four
Tessa Hunt is a former English major and current barista who’s stuck working at Starbucks. She’s got a huge family she loves, a pile of books in her ‘to be read’ pile, and a best friend she’s never met. D came into her life accidentally via an X-rated picture sent to the wrong number one late night five months ago, and the pair of them have been trading texts and secrets ever since.
When D invites her to finally meet at a rock concert, in person, because he has a job opportunity for her, she discovers that her hilarious dorky best friend D is the world-famous Dash Todd, from Black Lilith. The job he’s lined up for her is shadowing Black Lilith for their Sinful Rhythms tour and writing an article about them for Rolling Stone! That’s the sort of thing that launches careers.
But when Tessa tries to coax Dash into a more serious relationship, she realizes that things aren’t as easy as she thought they would be. Dash makes her weak in knees, but he goes cold the moment she tries to get serious. After so many years of effortless sex with groupies, she can hardly blame him for wanting to avoid commitment.
When another man vies for Tessa’s attention, she needs to decide whether to pursue a relationship with someone who is actually interested or to wait for her rockstar best friend.
Hazel Jacobs is a passionate fan of romance novels and a crazy fan of rock and roll. Never trained as a writer, she began creative writing as a hobby. That quickly evolved into a mission to pen a novel that brings a new generation of readers into the wild realm of loud music and total passion.
Instagram: @authorhazeljacobs
Twitter: @HazelJacobs90

 

 

 

#chapterreveal Love’s Wall by Karen Deen

 

 

Title: Love’s Wall

A Time for Love Series Standalone

Author: Karen Deen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 4, 2017

 

Blurb
Falling in love can be so easy – but is it always the right thing to
happen in your life? Everyone has a history but, for some, that history makes
them believe they aren’t worthy of love.
Zach
Life sends us the right person at the right time. You just have to be
ready to accept them.
When his last relationship ended and shattered his dreams for the future,
Zach moved forward carving out a life on his farm. He built a wall around his
heart so he’d never be hurt again.
Family is everything for him. Working in the family-owned building
company, life was simple and happy. Yet something – or someone – was missing
from that life. Zach didn’t know it, but things were about to change. His wall
was about to be tested and love was going to challenge everything he has
strived to protect. Will it crumble enough for him to accept his one?
Emily
Just when you least expect it, there is that one moment that changes
everything.
Being a single Mom, every day is a challenge for Emily. Her life has
become a series of relentless hurdles. She decided a long time ago that love
was on hold until her children were old enough to support themselves.
Life has toughened Emily. She’s created a wall around her little family
to protect them – and her heart. Never again would she allow it to be taken and
abused by someone else. Pushing hard to survive the latest blow, Zach walks into
her life and turns it upside down. Seeing Emily at her lowest, Zach wants to
rescue her. Can she let her pride slip enough to allow her wall to crumble and
open up to him? If she finally shares her world, will Zach still look at her
the same? Should she put it all aside so she doesn’t miss her one?
Can love erase the history that has made their walls so thick and high?
Even if they both know they’ve found the
one, can they demolish their walls
enough to make the leap? 

 

Chapter One
Zach
Heading
across the bedroom, steam still swirling around from the shower, I paused. The
view of the mountains brought a smile to my face as I stood naked at the
window, enjoying the morning in all its glory. The breeze carried the bird
s morning song and the sounds of the cattle in
the paddocks through the open window. Nature was busy getting ready for the
day. I pulled my clothes on for the office. Part of me wished that I could just
jump back into my farm jeans, shirt and boots and head out to the barn to
saddle up for a ride. I could use one more day to relax in this tranquil place
like I had been for the last two days.
Thinking
back on the weekend I could see that, although I loved my life, it was missing
something. Or perhaps someone. My life was full. I had an amazing family and a
business that made me happy to get up and go to work every morning. My home was
my safe-haven, it gave me a place to just be myself with no expectations. It
also gave me a place to hide. With all of the things that were right in my
life, there was still a part of me that was empty. After letting my mind drift,
I knew I needed to get my head around the start of a new week. Jumping in the
car, I placed the same call that I made every Monday morning as I drove out of
the gate. 
Good morning, Zoe, how was your weekend?I smiled, waiting for the usual answer.
“Morning,
Zach. Let’
s just say
that several words can describe it. My weekend was fun, crazy, drinking,
partying – all of which have led to my head paying the consequences this
morning!
Zoe then launched into stories of
the weekend and we spent time laughing about her nights out.
As I turned
down the entrance to the highway and felt my foot press down on the pedal, my
body pushed back into the leather seat that wrapped around my body so well. The
buzz of driving a nice car at speed brought a smile that inched up my face.
So the big question is, Zoe did you spot your Mr Right out
there somewhere?
I let out a little chuckle, hearing
Zoe sigh and then laugh. She got ready to joke it off, but I knew deep down
under the party girl exterior it was no joke. She was a young lady who would
give anything to have a man to love and protect her, to plant her feet on the
ground. My gut feeling was that man would be my brother, Luke, but the two of
them just hadn’t worked it out yet. The sexual tension between them could light
up Times Square, yet they both fought so hard to keep that
friend wallup. One day something was going to flick that switch and the explosion
would be more impressive than the Fourth of July fireworks. I
d just sit back, watch, wait and then say I told you sobecause I knew all along.
Now Zach, you know as good as I do
that there is no good man out there who will pin me down. Living the dream,
Zach, living the dream
. I burst out laughing at Zoes comment, knowing she was trying to convince
herself of that.
Tell your head that this morning,
Zoe. Anyway, as much as I hate to hurt that little brain of yours, what
s on the agenda for today? Also, did you get
that email I sent you re the plans for Branch Street that need to be at council
by 10.00am?
Yes, yes,she sighed.Already done, you know I am always
one step ahead of you!
Zoe joined
our building development company five years ago straight out of secretarial
college and had been my assistant from day one. It was a match that could have
spelled disaster. She walked in on a day that had me dragging myself up off the
couch in my office. I was trying to make the bathroom to throw up the bottle of
bourbon I had consumed the night before. Tragically, I stumbled and managed to
throw up on her shoes and then lay moaning at her feet.
Our
relationship could have gone either way. She could have turned around and
walked straight back out, cursing me as she left, never to return. Instead, Zoe
just looked down at me and burst out laughing. She proceeded to tell me to take
my hungover ass and grovel back to the couch while she changed and cleaned up
my mess. She walked over and threw her shoes in the bin, mumbling that she
expected two new pairs of shoes to replace the ones which were now laying sadly
in the bottom of the bin. It hurt my head to laugh, but I couldn
t help but let out a quiet chuckle. We would
get on just fine.
Zoe spent
our first day of working together in her gym clothes. Luckily, they were in her
car and clean. Me? I was in the singlet and jeans I had on from the night
before, minus the shirt. It had a new home in the bin with her shoes!
Zoe had cleaned me up, poured coffee
that was as thick as tar down my throat, along with bottle after bottle of
water and plenty of pain relief. We managed to get to the end of the day and
she never asked what happened. And I never told her. From that day forward, we
had been great friends, as well as work colleagues. She knew I would be there
to stand up and protect her, no matter what.
Zoe would jump in front of anyone trying to take advantage of my soft
caring heart. If I was the builder of the wall in front of my heart, Zoe was
the guard at the gate. We just clicked that way. Although I already had two
sisters, Alesha and Lilly, Zoe had become like my third and I was just as
protective of her.
Ok, so if you are one step ahead of
me, what am I doing today, Miss Smarty Pants?
I heard the tapping of her long painted nails on the keyboard as she
called up my calendar.
You will be in the office in
approximately thirty minutes. Oh wait – what are you in today, the SUV or the
BMW?
Waiting for
the smart answer that would come back, I replied,
The BMW, so you better adjust the time frame.” I pushed the speedo up
and got into the fast lane. One of my weaknesses was the love of a fast fancy
car. Although I had not indulged myself in the last few years, I still loved my
BMW. It may not be the highest priced or the fastest model, but it appealed to
me with its style and lines. That was me, I was always looking at how something
spoke to me before I acquired it. I had to feel it was meant to be part of my
world before I proceeded.
Ok, you will be in the office in
twenty minutes so we can have a coffee and run through this week
s planning. Then you have the family meeting at
12pm for lunch. You will need all your files for that. I’ve put the updates and
proposal for the Branch Street property on your desk. Bob Walter is meeting you
at 4pm with the legal papers for the eviction notices for Branch Street. Then
you have dinner booked at 6pm with your Grandmother at Waters Edge. Your older
control-freak brother, Grant, is picking her up at 5.40pm from home. I have the
birthday present wrapped and on your desk as you asked. How am I doing so far?”
Wow! What would I do without you, Wonder Woman?” I grinned as I looked out the window,
trying to hold my laughter inside.
Screwed, Id say. Now, can I get off the phone so I can get a coffee, otherwise
that morning smile you are wishing for will be non-existent.
As much as
I loved Zoe like a sister, you never crossed her before the first coffee in the
morning.
Just quickly before you start having
a meltdown, I am going past Branch Street before I come to the office. I want
to take a few more photos, so don
t worry about
my coffee. I will grab one on my travels
Ha, like I was getting you one
anyway. Bye.
I hung up with a smile, knowing she
would have had one on my desk when I walked in the same as she did every other
morning. I was such a creature of habit. I also knew I never got to say goodbye
because she always liked to have the last say. Typical woman.
Zoe always
believed she was one step ahead of me. I loved to humour her, but the truth
was, I knew everything she told me this morning because I was a fine-details
person. She was my back up and was damn good at it. Her job was very important
to her. It kept her out of the mess of a life she’d worked so hard to rise
above.
I put my
head back on the headrest and searched through music playlists to get my Monday
morning going. I loved all sorts of music, but when you are cruising down the
freeway with the sun shining, there was nothing better than good
ol’ solid eighties rock to sing along to.
The Monday
morning drive into the office of our family owned-property development and
building company always gave me time to prepare mentally for the week ahead. I
loved the challenge of my role – sourcing properties in need of development to
increase their value. Or finding those sitting on the market needing to be
demolished. My true passion, though, was to restore homes and buildings to
their former glory whilst modernising them with the comforts of the
twenty-first century. These properties were hard to find and I was very
selective of the ones I purchased, due to the cost of restoration in relation
to what they would sell for.
Sometimes,
though, there was that special property that came along that spoke to me. The
costings became less important and the project became about me. That was the
case for my home, which I purchased two years ago. It was situated on fifty
acres of land, thirty minutes outside of the city. The day I saw the listing
pop up in my real estate watchlist, I knew I had to have it.
The first
photo I saw was of a two-storey farm house with wide verandas all the way
around the house. The front of the house had a beautiful set of stairs that
opened out like welcoming arms, just like that first warm embrace of a loved
one. The stairs led straight up to solid double doors at the entrance. When
opened, they gave the first glimpse of a home full of love and laughter. The
problem was that the love and laughter had been sucked out of this home. The
previous family had spent ten years battling over the proceeds of the deceased
estate of an elderly couple.
I had later
found out the previous owners were Tom and Nellie Smithton. They had built this
home after marrying seventy-five years ago. The two souls had spent a lifetime
devoted to each other and their home. Tom and Nellie were never able to have
children, but it never changed the amount of love they’d had to share. Many
friends from church had taken their children to spend time on the farm. Nellie
enjoyed baking for the children and fussing over them. They became known as
Poppy Tom and Nanna Nellie to generations of children who’d loved them dearly.
They passed
away within a week of each other, Nellie from a stroke in her sleep and Tom
from a broken heart six days later. The farm was left to the church in their
will. But, as it happens so often these days, the will was challenged by two
great-nieces and a nephew. The nephew challenged to try and stop his greedy
twin daughters. They were spoilt little rich girls and never felt that generous
wealth was enough. The nephew had always said he would gift back to the church
if he was successful. He had disowned his daughters for their terrible
behaviour. Needless to say, it dragged on to become a lengthy court battle
where the only winners were the lawyers. In the end, the decision was that each
would receive part of the estate. The property needed to be sold. That became
my lucky day. In my heart, I hoped to bring their property back to being a
place that was a treasured home.
When I saw
the home listed, I rang the agent straight away. I offered the asking price
without any haggling, on the condition that it be pulled from the market
immediately and a quick settlement negotiated. I wanted this house more than I
had wanted anything in my life. Well, except for the one thing that I would
never allow myself to have again. My heart could not take that.
I didnt tell my family I had even put in an offer on
the property until I had already settled the purchase. Grant was pissed, to say
the least, because he had not been consulted whether he thought it was a good
investment. Ever since my parents had retired, Grant had become the
self-appointed head of the family, whether we wanted it or not.
Luke had
complained, but only because he had to put up with Grant
s grunting. The silent treatment always
happened in the office when Grant believed one of us had stuffed up. Of course,
the girls both questioned why I had bought a house so far out of the city – it
would be like going to the end of the earth to have to travel that distance
every day to civilisation.
Apparently, life ceases to exist past the
Central Business District of Cashmore!
Nobody sold
coffee or shoes that were up to the standard of my fashion conscious,
latte-sipping sisters. Zoe just raised her eyebrows and gave three reasons why
it was a dumb idea – no night clubs, no girls and
no life!
I remember
the feeling of the grey cloud my family had painted getting heavier over my
heart. For once, I felt like I had finally found a place to just be me and make
my mark on the world, but they were raining on my parade. It hurt, but I would
never let them know that. I did what I had always done for many years – painted
a smile on my face. I loved my family with every part of my being and would
never hurt them. I had kept a part of me hidden from them, as well as from the
rest of the world. I would never again be vulnerable to having my world
shattered. Love is amazing and the most comforting emotion, but it could also
rip you to shreds. After being on both sides of the wall, I had chosen my side.
The side which was comfortable and safe. I had built my wall just that little
bit higher, thicker and stronger so it kept me safe and stopped any future
intruders from crossing over it.
It hurt to
think of my life before then. I had never completely shared with anyone what
truly happened, nor would I ever. No matter how much you moved on, pushed it
down, stepped on top of it and tried to climb above it, there’d always be a
part of it that would pull you down.
Regardless
of what my siblings and Zoe had thought, the house was right for me and I would
make it my home by bringing back its dignity. Maybe that was what I’d needed to
do to help me see value in my own life. To feel like I had dignity again. That
was a thought I kept to myself.
When my Mom
and Dad came home for a few weeks, in between travelling the country in their
motorhome, it was their opinions that mattered the most. My father was the
typical all-American, hardworking, self-made, protective alpha male who valued
his wife and children above money and power.
My
grandfather had died from a heart attack when Dad was ten years old. Dad took
on the responsibility of becoming the man of the house and looking after my
grandmother. He took it very seriously and, as an only child, Grandmother had
no one else to lean on. Dad grew up faster than most kids his age. He was a
great man and worked hard to be the best father he could, providing us with all
that we needed. He always loved us. We knew we were loved unconditionally.
While the love for his children was big, the love in his heart for our Mom was
huge. They had that connection of love that made their souls melt into one,
their lives intertwined around each other
s hearts to keep them safe.
My mother
was the opposite to Dad. Dad was the foundation of our family tree. He was
strong and solid and lifted us all up to the sun. My Mom was the softness of
the leaves, the beauty of the flowers and the memorable moments of their scent.
She was the branches that twisted, curled, intertwined and reached out to
protect her family tree. They were the perfect couple that you always heard
about. The ones women swooned over in those trashy romance novels, like the
ones Zoe read when she thought I wasn’t watching.
I grew up
with the perfect family around me. I
d forever be
grateful for the love we had and the feeling of always being safe. Many aren
t so lucky to have grown up in such a home. My
parent’s life, although it was perfect for them, was one that I had decided was
not going to happen for me. While thinking my siblings would all at some stage
find that special person to love, cherish and share a life with, it was no
longer in my life
map.
I
was resigned to be
the uncle who was always there to be fun, protect, guide and love any nieces or
nephews that came along. I hoped there’d be plenty, but being a father was no
longer an option for me. I always imagined I would make a good dad. I’d
visualize it and see a little boy with brown hair and
brown eyes like me. Or perhaps a little girl with ringlet curls like my
sisters, with big eyes that would suck her Dad in every time.
My family
would never know why, but the uncle life was the path for me. They would be the
ones to benefit from the love I had to give, without the pain that could come
in return when giving out that love. Family was your safe place. Well, it was
for me
.
When Mom
and Dad arrived at the property for the first time, I held my breath. Although
I knew I had made the right decision for me, their opinions were so important.
As their
truck came slowly down the gravel drive from the front gate, I wondered what
they thought of the house at first sight. Did they see it the same way I did?
Was I the only one whose heart had skipped a beat on their first trip down the
same strip of gravel that they now travelled?
The drive
to my home was lined with maple trees that were bare at the time the property
became mine. They stood tall, solid and strong, yet sparse as I’d crawled
slowly towards the house that memorable day. They looked like they were
reaching out to find someone to love the property and, in turn, them.
The truck
crawled to a stop in front of the staircase where I stood at the top, looking
down. Mom jumped out and raced around the front of Dad
s truck, which was his pride and joy. He always told us, every man needs a truck so they can work hard
and provide for their family
. Mom
always giggled at that statement, but all of the boys in our family owned
trucks, even if we had other vehicles. It was in our blood that every man
needed a truck to be as big a man as our Dad. He was our hero.
Mom took
the steps at a jog and jumped into my arms with a big tight hug. I wrapped my
arms around her and buried my head into the crook of her neck. I took a deep
breath and with it, the scent that was my Mo
m. My safe place. It was the scent that took you back in time to when you
scraped your knee and she kissed it better. Or the time you were sick in bed
and she sat all night holding your hand while you battled the fever. Mom was
always home, no matter what.
I lifted my
head up and looked down at her face which, now aged a little with many laugh
lines (as she called them), had the loving smile she saved just for her kids.
Although she was having a ball travelling with Dad, she missed her kids
terribly. And although Dad would never admit it, I think he did too. Mom always
said they were travelling now so that by the time grandkids were arriving, they
would have that bug out of their system. There was no way in hell she was
missing one moment of being a grandparent. God help her grandkids, they were
going to be smothered with love! Then again, what more could any child want but
to feel the love of a whole family?
Mom was not
a short woman, standing at 5
’7”. To my 6’2” height, her head sat perfectly under my chin
and leant against my heart, taking it all in. When she looked up at me finally,
her eyes were damp. There was warmth shining out of them and her smile lit up
her whole face. It told me her heart had skipped that beat on the trip down the
gravel driveway too.
So, what do you think, Mom? Does it give a good first impression?I asked, thinking I already knew the answer. Oh Zach, it is wonderful! What a precious
looking home. It looks just perfect. I can
t wait to see what you do with it. I would love to hear all your ideas
for it. Take us on the grand tour and share what your dreams are!
Mom bounced with excitement and talked quickly
as she dragged me towards the front door.
Hang on a minute, woman! Can I get a
word in, or at least a hug from my son?
boomed Dads deep voice as he climbed from his
truck.
Hey Dad, thanks for coming to check
the place out and give me your thoughts
”.
Zach, my boy, good to see you,he said, giving me the typical Dad man-hug with the compulsory man-slaps on the back.
Always three slaps. When we were little, I asked Dad why he always did three
slaps on our backs. He laughed and hugged me, his arm around me with his hand
on my shoulder blade. He slowly slapped me and said,
This first slap is to let you know I am glad to see you. The second is
to let you know that I am always there for you. The last is the most important.
It is to remind you that, no matter what happens in your life and no matter
where you are, I will always love you.
I have
carried that memory with me every day since. For a man who always appeared to
the outside world as the strong alpha male, he also had a soft spot that he
only showed to his family. Even now, as grown adults that were out living their
lives in the world, we immediately
got the hug and
three slaps from Dad
. Only after Mom had hugged the air
out of us first, though!
Dad pulled
back from the hug and looked up, casting his eyes over the house. He went quiet
and started to wander off around the outside of the veranda, lifting his eyes
up and down and taking in the structural elements. As I stood and watched him
with anticipation, Mom tapped me on the arm and grabbed my attention.
Come on, Zach. Let him go. You take me inside
and show me around this gorgeous new home of yours.
I looked down at the excitement in her eyes and took her by the hand. We
turned towards the front door and I lead her into my new world. The one I was
creating to live in.
I have so many ideas, Mom, that I
feel like my head is going to explode with the amount of activity that is going
on in there. It’s hard to concentrate on work when my mind keeps coming back to
here. I want to bring life back to it and show the house as it once was. There
is so much beauty in the original architecture and building materials, but it
has been left to rot. It
s been neglected for the last ten
years, some of the house is past just a paint job. Some of the timber will need
to be repaired or replaced to return it to its original state.
Mom started
to run her hand along the walls as we stood in the entry and fell silent while
she assessed the sight that played out in front of her. What was she doing
rubbing the walls, I wondered? It
s not like she
was testing for wood rot or structural soundness, because Mom would never make
a builder. After she stood for a minute, she turned to me with a serious look
on her face. As she contemplated whatever she was thinking about, the wrinkles
on her forehead relaxed and the corners of her mouth began to curve up towards
her eyes, bringing out the warm smile.
Um, Mom what are you thinking?She let out a nervous giggle, sighed and looked me straight in the eye. This house has a great vibe to it. It will make
a perfect home for you, Zach, you can feel the love in its walls. It was built
to be filled with the love of a family. It will be a special place for you to
bring home a bride one day. The two of you will fill it with love and a family
of your own. It will be magical for this house to be the home it was built to
be by the old couple. There is magic here, Zach, I can feel it.
My heart
stopped beating and my brain froze. How do I break my mother
s heart and tell her that would never happen?
There would be laughter and smiles here, but the love of a family would only be
here when they came to visit. I stared at her while she continued to talk
ten-to-the-dozen, but I didn’t hear a word. Doubts began to creep into my mind.
Did I do the right thing buying this property? Was it meant to be a home for
some lucky family who would have kids running around screaming, laughing and
climbing the trees? A dog chasing at their heels as they rode their push bikes
from the house to the front gate and back?
“Zach…..Zach………ZACH!Mom started waving her arms madly in front of my face. Where did you zone out to, Zach, this isnt like you? Are you okay, honey? Did I scare
you with all the talk of a bride and kids?
She sniggered to herself. Dont worry, plenty of time for that. Lets get the house fixed up first and then you can
go looking for your bride to make it a home.
Just
paint on that smile again, Zach, and it will be okay. Take a breath and just
relax. Breath in, then out, in, then out. Every breath in is helping put
another layer of bricks between the safe side of the love wall and the other
side that I can
t go to.
Zach, are you okay? You look pale
and have lost that excited look you had when we first walked in.
Sorry Mom, just got lost in a
daydream about the renovations
More like a
nightmare
, I
thought to myself.
How about I show you through the
downstairs living areas, then we can take a look upstairs at the bedrooms and
bathrooms. What do you say?
I held my
arm out for her to take, and the moment she linked her arm in mine, the
calmness of a mother
s love warmed my body. I relaxed
into her side as we stepped together down the hallway through to the formal
lounge room. This was the room where I had visions of me after a long day at
work, sitting back in my leather recliner in front of the open fire. I
d watch the flames dance over the wood as it
burned. The warmth would spread through the room, enveloping me and seeping
into my body, relaxing my muscles. My body would sag back into the cosiness of
the chair and I could lose my thoughts gazing out the large bay window facing
the front of the property. I would look towards the surrounding open space of
the farm, with the beautiful trees that line the drive and the mountains in the
distance. A great way to unwind with a glass of red wine and just contemplate
the world.
As we
studied the room, I explained my visions in broad terms to Mom. I wanted to
keep part of my dream as mine for a while until such time as it was completed
or I was ready to share it. Mom loved the room and all that I was going to do
to bring it to life. The rest of the tour went much the same as I lead her from
room to room until we ventured upstairs.
Wow, look at the size of this master
bedroom, it
s huge! Especially for the era the
house was built in. And the views from this window to the river and mountains
are spectacular! I can imagine what it would look like at night lying in bed
looking out to the stars over the mountains. Zach, you could not have found a
more perfect home!
Thanks Mom, it means a lot to hear
you say that. You know, Grant didn
t talk to me
for a week when I told him and Luke that I had bought it.
I jumped a
little as Dad
s voice came from behind us
unexpectedly.
Your mother is right, Zach. This is
a great buy with plenty of potential to bring it back to its prime. Don
t worry about your brother. He is just sulking
because he had to realise you don
t need him to
hold your hand. I swear he thinks he is the father of this family, frickin
control freak!
Mom nearly
choked as she burst out laughing at my Dad.
Gee, Mitch, I wonder where he gets that character trait from?
Bite that cute little tongue of
yours, Sophia,
he said as he strode across the room
and wrapped her up in those big manly arms of his. He leant down and placed a
very tender kiss on her lips and whispered,
Or will I have to shut that cheeky little mouth for you?” He winked,
making her blush. As much as I love my parents, there were times when I thought
, I do not need the vision of you both doing
anything else other than kissing and cuddling
.
Mom stretched up on her toes to whisper
in Dad
s ear as I turned to stare out the
window. I didn
t need to share in that private
moment.
Like I said, Zach, the house is
structurally sound and I look forward to seeing what you do with it
. As we stood staring out to the farm sprawling
before us, Dad asked me what I planned to do with the worker
s cottage.
I am going to fix it up first to a
neat liveable standard, then move in there to live while I work on the house.
That way, I can take my time on the house and continue on it at night after
work. I won’t have a thirty minute drive home each night after I finish.
Sounds like you have it all thought
out, son. I am proud of you and know you
ll do a good job.
He had a good teacher, Mitch.My Mom’s pride showed
in her eyes as she looked up into my Dad
s.
Shes right, Dad, you taught us all so well. Not only about building, but
how to be a man. I hope I have lived up to that for you.
In my heart, I didnt think I had. But it didnt stop me from
desperately wanting to hear it from my father.
As I said, Zach, I am proud of you
and who you are. Just as I am of your brothers and sisters. You have all grown
into great people. Your mother and I are excited everyday watching you all
embrace life.
Thanks Dad, it means a lot,I whispered as I stood trying to process the
emotions created by what he’d said.
Now enough of this mushy crap. Whats a man got to do around here to get a feed and
a cold beer?
Laughter echoed off the bare walls
and the moment was gone. Another rare glimpse of Dad’s soft side to store in my
memory bank.
The day
ended with us in the local steakhouse. We chatted over the house plans and
heard about their last trip.
Dad wanted to
get up to speed on where work projects were up to. He might be retired, but
always liked to keep his finger in the pie. The day ended with Mom probing me
for gossip on my siblings.
We’d made a pact years ago. Mom got
the everyday gossip, but anything serious we kept to ourselves so the person
involved could share it when they were ready. It worked most of the time until
Mom hunted for confirmation that one of us was in need of her help. The thing
was, she was usually spot on the money. I guess it was part of a mother
s sixth sense, like when you were younger and
she already knew what you’d done wrong.
I would
always look back on that day with a smile and the memory of my parent
s love, feeling so at home and safe. As I
floated back into the present, I saw the edge of the city and heard the sound
of horns above the tail end of Bon Jovi
’s “Living on a Prayer”.
Author Bio
Karen Deen has been a lover of romance novels and happily-ever-after
stories for as long as she can remember. Reaching a point in her life where she
wanted to explore her own dreams, Karen decided now was the time to finally
write some of her own stories. For years, all of her characters have been
forming story lines in her head, just waiting for the right time to bust free.



In 2016, Karen put pen to paper for the first time, with Zach and Emily
being the first characters fighting to have their story written.  From that first word, she hasn
t been
able to stop. Publishing Love
s Wall (her
first novel in the Time to Love Series) in 2017 has ignited her passion
to continue writing and bring more of her characters to life.



Karen is married to her loving husband and high school sweetheart.
Together, they live the crazy life of parents to three children. She is
balancing her life between a career as an accountant by day and writer of
romance novels by night. Living in the beautiful coastal town of Kiama,
Australia, Karen loves to enjoy time with her family and friends in her
beautiful surroundings.

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#bookblitz The Filthy F*ckers Series by Scott Hildreth @WitandWonderPR @ScottDHildreth 

 

 

The Filthy F*ckers Series
Scott Hildreth
Biker MC Romance
HARD (Biker MC Romance Book 1)
Peyton Price – Given an assignment to write an article on an outlaw motorcycle club, what award-winning journalist would say no? Not me. I had a weakness for bad-boys, tattoos, and men on motorcycles.
But Nick Navarro wasn’t a typical biker. He wasn’t even a typical outlaw.
Nick Navarro – As president of the Filthy Fuckers MC, I was offered an opportunity to be interviewed by a local journalist. I didn’t accept for the notoriety or the publicity. I agreed to do it in hope of getting a shot at the 27 year-old pussy between the journalist’s legs.
She had plans to get in and get out, and do so quick.
But once I lay claim to something, it’s mine.
Until I decide otherwise.
**HARD is a stand-alone MC Romance with no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no cliff hanger. It has an HEA, and although it is book I of a series, no other book is required to tell this tale**
ROUGH (Biker MC Romance Book 2)
Tegan Raccini’s heart has been hardened her parent’s divorce, and by the recent loss of her bad boy biker lover to a life-long prison sentence. She isn’t bitter; in fact, she’s rather upbeat. But, she simply doesn’t trust men.
When she causes an accident with a motorcycle on the freeway, she’s immediately attracted to the handsome biker, but knows she can’t stand another heart break. Even though she’s unemployed, she agrees to pay for the damages, hoping to never see him again.
To earn the money for the repairs to his motorcycle, she accepts a job as the in-home caregiver for an elderly man who is confined to a wheelchair.
There’s one problem when she shows up at his home.
A BIG problem.
He’s the biker’s father.
**ROUGH is a stand-alone MC Romance with no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no cliff hanger. It has an HEA, and although it is book II of a series, no other book is required to tell this tale. For the complete experience, and to understand the ancillary characters fully, reading HARD before ROUGH is recommended**
DIRTY (Biker MC Romance Book 3)
LEX – The victim of a human trafficking ring, I was confined to a tiny bedroom with seven other women. The conditions were horrific. They’d taken my freedom, my clothes, and, eventually, what little hope I clung to. Then, one night, we heard gunshots. Prepared for the worst, I stood with my eyes fixed on the door, ready to meet my fate.
And he opened the door.
He saved me from the monsters. Then, he simply walked away.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have though that one day I would save him from his.
CHOLO – My focus was the Motorcycle Club, boxing, and work. I’d never been on a date. I guess it goes without saying that I’d never been in love, either. I had my share of sex, but my relationships always ended when the night was over. That all changed after I rescued her.
I wasn’t trying to be a hero, but she saw me as one. She said I saved her from the monsters.
Want to know the truth?
She saved me from mine.
** DIRTY is a stand-alone romance novel, and is a Biker MC Romance with no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no cliff hanger. It has an HEA, and is Book III of the Biker MC Romance series. Although no other book is required to tell this tale, it is recommended that you read HARD and ROUGHto fully understand the ancillary characters. Due to the content of this book, please be over 18 to read it**
RIGID (Biker MC Romance Book 4)
SANDY – Grayson “Smokey” Wallace was a biker who was handsome, intelligent, ridiculously sexy, and a single dad.
His swagger alone melted me into a puddle the night we met. There was only one problem, he didn’t do relationships.
Knowing that tidbit of information beforehand was nice. It allowed me to get what I wanted from him and go on my merry way.
My plan, however didn’t work.
Not. At. All.
SMOKEY – The night I met Sandy I was after one thing and one thing only.
Sex.
There’s only one member of the opposite sex who I’ve ever cared about – my daughter. And, I knew that would never change.
Or so I thought.
Walking away isn’t always as easy as one might think.
 
**RIGID is a stand-alone erotic romance with NO CHEATING, no sex outside the relationship, no cliffhanger, and it has the happiest of HEAs. The hero is a Hot single father and the heroine is not a doormat. Yes, you will enjoy this book. No, you will not get any sleep. Yes, you must have a free hand to read this novel. No, you do not need to read any other books to understand this one fully**
NUTS (Biker MC Romance Book 5)
Being raised by my abusive stepfather forced me to look outside my home for a male role model. I didn’t have to go far to find one. My freshman year in high school, Percy “P-Nut” Welsh moved next door.
A patched member of SoCal’s notorious Filthy Fuckers MC, he was an easy man to admire and befriend. He was respectful, kind, and intelligent. We soon became close friends, and that friendship lasted long after I graduated. As I grew older, my feelings for him changed, but I chose to keep my thoughts to myself.
When my life turned tragic one day, Percy stepped in and saved me.
He saw it as his duty.
I viewed at it as an opportunity.
I wanted him so bad I ached. There were two things that prevented me from having him:
One; I was a virgin, and I wasn’t about to give myself to someone who wasn’t committed.
**”NUTS” is a unique friend’s to lover’s erotic romance tale that has no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and the most heartwarming of HEAs. Although it is book 5 of a series, it is a stand-alone novel that does not require reading any other novels in the series to enjoy**
THICK (Biker MC Romance Book 6)
BOBBI – I met Tate Reynolds while working as a prison guard. He was a two-time convicted felon, and a biker in an outlaw motorcycle club. He was kind, compassionate, and respectful. He seemed to see beyond my outer shell and accept me for who I truly was. When I found out he was a romance author, I began to read his books feverishly. Our daily discussions while I delivered food to his cell were the highlight of my day.
Despite my open-minded views, having a relationship with him would be impossible. Laws prohibited prison guards from being in relationships with felons.
And, men like Tate didn’t fall for big girls. Ever. And, I was no twig.
TATE – Bobbi Madden was as beautiful of a woman as I had ever met. Although she saw beyond my tattoos, my criminal convictions, and the label society had placed on me, the club prohibited fraternization with ‘cops’. A relationship with her was nothing more than a dream.
When I was released from prison, I didn’t get to say goodbye. Walking away from her wasn’t as easy as I hoped. With no way to reach her, and a heart filled with hope, I did the only thing I knew how to do.
I wrote her a romance novel.
And, I hoped…
**THICK is a Stand Alone Steamy Contemporary Romance novel with no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no abuse of women. The hero is strong and loyal, and the heroine is not a doormat. This is an HEA novel with no cliffhanger. This is the last book in the series of standalone novels in the Filthy Fuckers MC Romance Series**
Born in San Diego California, Scott now calls Naples, Florida home. Residing in Florida with his wife, Jessica, and six children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen romance and erotica novels, his first book in a three-book series through Harlequin released in August 2016.
Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing.
Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.
Twitter: http://twitter.com/ScottDHildreth | @ScottDHildreth
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2iZWeF8

 

 

#newrelease Trusting Tess by Connie Dave @WitandWonderPR @connie_dave 

 
Trusting Tess
Connie Davé
 
Contemporary Romance
 
Sometimes, the most painful secrets need to be revealed, before you can find true love.Tess Reynolds has idolized her older brother’s best friend, Connor McCoy, since he came to her rescue in fourth grade. But a young girl’s worship morphs into something deeper, and on the night before he left for college Tess professed her love.

Connor never returns those three little words, instead he gives Tess her first kiss, tells her not to wait for him and leaves.

Order and control are the only things Connor wants in his life, it’s how he keeps his loved ones safe. Years ago he learned the hard way that loss of control causes distractions that can lead to devastation. Because he craved Tess with every fiber of his soul, she became his biggest distraction. In order to protect her, he had to keep his distance. But when she ends up at a college only minutes from him, Connor’s restraint snaps and they end up creating more firsts.

Now, years later, they are both back in Bedford Park, and Tess has a young daughter that no one knows Connor is the father of. Secrets they’ve kept from their family and friends are about to be revealed but they both have secrets they kept from each other. Will those secrets destroy what they have? Or will their long history and love be enough to build a trust that will lead them to their happily ever after?

 
What Tess had done for him tonight was beyond anything he could have imagined. She
didn’t look at him with pity or tell him his feelings were unfounded, like most everyone else had since his sister died. No, she acknowledged what he was dealing with, understood it, accepted it. Even though it’s a memory he could usually never bring himself to talk about, it had been rather easy to share it with her.
As he laid her on their bed he vowed to make tonight all about her and how much he loved her, respected her, craved her. Connor appreciated the fact she was still leery about him and his ability to commit, to not leave her and Hope like he had in the past. It was now his mission to show her he meant what he was saying by worshiping every inch of her body with tenderness, love, and understanding.

As his eyes raked over her lying on the bed, he slowly removed his clothes. Tess gracefully sat up and mimicked his movements until she was completely bare sitting on her knees, her arms stretched out toward him like the brilliant glow from a lighthouse, beckoning him. She would guide him away from the rocky shores of his guilt, and welcome him into the safe harbor of her embrace. A place he felt happy and secure, a place he would never want to leave

 
Connie Davé resides in a small Midwestern town, where she has lived all her life. Growing up she was a tomboy who had a love for all animals, the outdoors and riding horses. In her early twenties her mother introduced her to romance novels and from then on she became a voracious reader and lover of all things romance. For many years she had a secret desire to write her own romance book but never pursued it. After getting married to her own real life hero she continued to read as she raised their two young daughters.Once her kids were older, thoughts of writing her own novel made an appearance again. With the support of her husband, daughters, family, and friends she wrote her first book, Finding Faith. Completing the first novel felt like an awesome achievement but it also opened her mind to many more sensual, small town, happily ever after stories she wants to share.

 

 

Bombastic #BookBlitz: Snow and Seduction: A Steamy Reverse Harem Winter Collection

Snow and Seduction: A Steamy Reverse Harem Winter Collection
Publication date: November 21st 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Warm up from that kiss of winter snow with eighteen steamy contemporary romance stories–reverse harem style. From international, USA Today, Amazon bestselling and debut authors alike, this collection features eighteen tales of love in winter.

And what could possibly keep a woman warm better than a heated holiday romance with the perfect guy? How about three or more perfect men in each story: from billionaires to snowboarders, rockstars, cowboys, and more. That’s right–each story has at least three male love interests and our heroine…she doesn’t have to choose.

She gets them all.

“Snow and Seduction” is the sexy reverse harem romance anthology you’ve been waiting for.

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