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Excerpt: Love, Comment, Subscribe by Cathy Yardley

Cathay Yardley is joining us to share a romcom we’re so excited about! Check out Love, Comment, Subscribe and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: Love, Comment, Subscribe

Author: Cathay Yardley

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: October 1st

 

About Love, Comment, Subscribe:

Back in high school, Lily Wang wanted to be popular, but she considered herself lucky to be part of a tight group of oddballs and honors students called the Nerd Herd. Now, at twenty-eight, she feels like she’s finally on the cusp of succeeding as a beauty influencer—if she can hit five million subscribers, brands will take notice and she could get her own makeup line.

Fellow Nerd Herd alum Tobin Bui has had a lot of success as a YouTube gamer. But the road to online stardom has been rocky. First, he disappointed his parents by dropping out of college, and now, after years of pranks, skits, and playthroughs, he’s struggling to come up with new content to satisfy his ever-growing fan base. His agents say he needs cross-audience appeal, a new twist.

When Nerd Herd frenemy Lily approaches Tobin about teaming up to do a video to bolster her brand and reinvigorate his, he agrees. But when their first collab video goes viral, their relationship heats up too. With the whole internet watching, will these two former misfits finally realize they’re perfect together?

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She looked at him, and it really seemed like he wasn’t, so she kept going. “I just…they were all so good looking. They always had stories about these parties and glamping trips where they’d get drunk and get wild, and they were having sex, and it was so damned exclusive, even though there wasn’t anything specific, you know? It wasn’t like they were a country club or something. You just…you fit in, or you didn’t.”

Mikki paused for a second. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well,” he said finally when she didn’t automatically continue.

“It went about as well as expected,” she said, even as memories swamped her.

Vanessa’s judging, puzzled expression. “So…did you, um, want something?”

Lily felt her stomach knot, even after all these years.

“Anyway,” she said brightly, “we did what we set out to do.”

“Was there any doubt?” Mikki said, clinking his beer bottle against her glass. “You, my dear, are an absolute beast, and I think there’s nothing you can’t get if you set your mind to it.”

She smiled back at him. Being a YouTuber might seem frivolous, but she knew better than anyone it was a business, one that took hard work and dedication, one you had to take seriously.

No one took success more seriously than she did.

 

About Cathy Yardley:

Cathy Yardley is an award-winning author of romance, chick lit, and urban fantasy, who has sold over 1.2 million copies of books for publishers like St. Martin’s, Avon, and Harlequin. She writes fun, geeky, and diverse characters who believe that underdogs can make good and sometimes being a little wrong is just right. She likes writing about quirky, crazy adventures, because she’s had plenty of her own: she had her own army in the Society of Creative Anachronism; she’s spent a New Year’s on a 3-day solitary vision quest in the Mojave Desert; she had VIP access to the Viper Room in Los Angeles. Now, she spends her time writing in the wilds of East Seattle, trying to prevent her son from learning the truth of any of said adventures, and riding herd on her two dogs (and one husband.)

 

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Excerpt: Don’t Go Stealing My Heart by Kelly Siskind

Today we are celebrating the release of a romantic comedy title from Kelly Siskind by participating in the blog tour! Don’t Go Stealing My Heart just went live, and you won’t want to miss this romance! CLICK HERE to grab your copy now, and make sure to follow Kelly for details about all of her books.

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God, she wanted to kiss him, and do so much more. To experience sex with someone who knew pieces of her puzzle, who didn’t pity her but lifted her up. If he got his skilled hands on her, she feared and thrilled at what could happen. 

“You said you couldn’t ask me on a date,” she said, voice shaky. A pitiful attempt to force their distance. 

She’d kissed marks on a job before. She’d play up her prude innocence and nothing more would happen. Rich men, she’d learned, found a hard-to-get woman enticing. A change from gold-diggers hunting for prey. After locating her targeted loot, she’d then feign illness and thank her dates, never to return their calls. A week or month or two later, she’d sneak in and secure her score.

No residual guilt. No longing for what could have been.

Kissing Jack David would wreck her. She knew it. She wasn’t sure she could avoid it, or even worse, fight it.

“I did say I couldn’t date you, didn’t I?” Jack mused, unaware of her turmoil. Or maybe he was aware. It was impossible to hide her trembling limbs. “But kissing isn’t dating, is it?”

“You’re suddenly forward.” As hard as Shy Jack was to resist, Bold Jack was proving more challenging.

“Thing is,” he said, back to drawing sexy circles on his beer bottle, not meeting her eyes. “I’m painfully awkward around beautiful women, which is why I’ve been curt with you at times and generally artless. But when I get comfortable with someone, when trust takes over the nerves”—he looked at her then, right into her eyes—“when that happens, the confidence I feel on stage bleeds into my life.”

He continued staring at her, unabashed, no wobble or skittishness in sight. Shivers erupted along her arms.

This is who I am, his piercing blue eyes said. 

I like you. I trust you. I want to kiss you.

Everything she felt in spades. “I think classifying the kiss as dating or messing around depends on the kissing,” she said, breathless.

“Excellent point.” He hummed, still focused on her.

She struggled to fill her lungs.

He smirked knowingly. “Let’s say, for argument’s sake, that I kiss your cheek. Would that be considered acceptable? A non-date kiss?”

The mentioned spot tingled with anticipation. “I believe that would be allowed.”

“And the crescent-moon scar on your shoulder?”

A shaky “yes” was all she managed.

“And the three freckles on your nose, and the birthmark just below your right collarbone, and the one on the back of your neck, that lines up with your spine?” He said all of this with his eyes locked on hers, confident in his seduction. He’d been studying her body without doing so overtly. No different than the way she’d snuck glances of his strapping physique while they’d been running or when emphasized in his tailored suits. Both of them had been lusting from the sidelines.

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She wants to steal his Van Gogh. He wants to steal her heart.

Some people would call Clementine Abernathy a criminal. She considers herself a modern day Robin Hood, who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. Not exactly on the up-and-up, but she knows what it’s like to lose everything. Her latest heist involves swiping a priceless Van Gogh from its owner, who’s supposed to be an egotistical trust-fund brat.

Turns out Jack David is a sexy, kind-hearted man…and Clementine is in trouble. Falling for her mark would make her the World’s Dumbest Conwoman, but Jack is charmingly persistent, always singing sweet songs in her ear.

And that earth-shattering kiss? She never stood a chance.

Now she’s imagining a fresh start with this dashing man, but that means telling Jack about her past. And other nefarious sorts are after the same painting. Too soon, Clementine learns what it means to risk it all for love.

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A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to enjoy the charm of northern Ontario. When she’s not out hiking with her husband or home devouring books, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head.

Her novels have been published internationally.

 

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Excerpt: House of Cards by Ainsley St. Claire

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Title: House of Cards

Author: Ainsley St. Claire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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She thinks she needs to put her family before herself. He’s determined to prove her wrong.

Maggie is the heiress to the Reinhardt Department Store fortune. Her father died and the board of the company expect Alex to run the company but they’ve never had a nonfamily member run the company. The board has a simple solution—she needs to put the family first and marry Alex. Forget the fact that she isn’t his type and she loves someone else. Jonathan Best has been in love with Maggie Reinhardt since high school. Everything he’s done has been for her including escaping from his family’s clutches and opening a 5-star hotel and casino on the Las Vegas strip. He can’t forget their last time together and how after so long it was so right. So, after picking up the pieces he formulates his plan to stop the wedding and that when things get really interesting.

House of Cards is a standalone romantic suspense novel with a happy ending. It’s the first in the Billionaire Tech Series featuring the team members from the Venture Capitalist and Clear Security series.

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Chapter 18

Maggie

 

Late in the afternoon, Marci leaves to go back to her office. We have a plan. Some other men from Jim’s office arrive, and he introduces me to Zack and Thomas. “Zack’s going to be with you a while. He’s from the Twin Cities, so he knows the area if you go home.”

If I go home? Why would I not go home? My pulse picks up, and I feel sweat prickling along my hairline. 

Christopher puts his hand on my leg. “Don’t panic. You’re okay. We just need to be cautious until we understand what’s going on. Are you ready to head back to my place?”

I nod. Thomas gets behind the wheel of the Suburban, and I’m in the back of the car, sandwiched between Zack and Christopher. I rest my head on the back of the seat. “God, I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed early tonight.”

“I actually have a surprise for you,” Christopher says. “I don’t want you to be angry with me. I made these plans before I knew we’d be spending the afternoon with Marci and Jim.”

“What’s the surprise?”

“You’ll see.” He’s silent a few moments. “I’m having a hard time processing everything I learned today, so I know this must be overwhelming for you. But so much more makes sense now that I know the whole story. You can’t marry Alex.”

“It’s the only way to ensure the future of Reinhardt Hudson. And Alex needs the merger, too.” I sigh. 

“This can’t happen,” he says with determination.

“Alex and I are friends. I don’t want to leave him with nothing.” 

“Don’t give up. You deserve better than this, and if anyone can figure a way out, it’s Marci.”

The car pulls up in front of Christopher and Bella’s home. Christopher is out the door before we come to a complete stop. I’m so busy gathering my things and trying not to bump into Zack that I don’t notice someone sitting on the front steps. 

But I snap to attention when a familiar voice says, “It’s about time.”

It’s Jonnie, and my breath hitches in my throat.

“Sorry. We got hung up at the office,” Christopher says.

“Maggie, it’s nice to see you,” he says as I emerge from the car.

My heart is beating triple time. I stare up at Christopher. What was he thinking?

My mind is racing. He can’t be here. Why is he here? 

“Let’s go in,” Christopher offers.

Zack and Thomas walk with us up to the door. Zack goes in first, and we follow with Thomas at the rear.

“You have security now,” Jonnie teases Christopher.

“They’re actually for Mags,”

Jonnie stops short. “What? Why?”

“Let’s get inside. We have a story that might interest you.”

Thomas goes back to remain with the car, and the rest of us make our way into the living room. Zack wanders around with some sort of device in his hands. It takes a few minutes for me to figure out it’s looking for things sending an RF single signal—listening devices.

Christopher busies himself pouring drinks for the three of us, and he and Jonnie talk about the Minnesota Wild hockey game last night. I take a seat next to the fireplace. The room is chilly. I can almost see my breath as I fight to remain calm. Rubbing my arm for heat, I debate grabbing my coat I just left hanging on the rack by the door.

Christopher sees me and stops mid-sentence. “Sorry you’re cold, Mags. These old houses can be drafty.” He flips a switch next to the gas fireplace, and it lights up immediately.

Zack returns, places something in the window, and nods at Christopher. “Okay, now we know there are no listening devices, and the parabolic mic will be on scramble so no one can pick up our conversation. We can talk freely.”

Jonnie’s eyes dart between Christopher and me. “What’s going on?”

Christopher looks at me, waiting for me to unload the afternoon’s news. I take a deep breath. “We’ve uncovered some unsavory things. I’m being followed by someone who’s associated with the Kryetar.”

“Who are the Kryetar?”

“Albanian organized crime.”

“From Minnesota or here?”

“Minnesota.”

He tilts his head up and takes a deep breath. “Are you okay? Has anyone threatened you?”

I shake my head and then laugh. “Well, mostly just my mother. She’s forged some documents to make extra sure I marry Alex.”

“How’s that even possible?” Jonnie asks.

I’m not sure how much Christopher wants shared with Jonnie. He raises his eyebrows and gives me a small nod—confirmation to continue. So I walk Jonnie through the whole saga—from the slimy meeting with Patrick Moreau to the Albanian mob-affiliated PI.

“The lawyer said he was there when you signed the paperwork and warned you of the repercussions, but you signed anyway?” Jonnie asks.

I nod. “Yes.”

“That’s ridiculous. You would never do that.” He turns to Zack and Christopher. “So what’s the plan?” 

“I’ve hired a lawyer here in San Francisco and a security company,” I explain.

“Clear Security,” Christopher adds.

Jonnie nods. “I use them at the resort. They’re the best in the business. And what else?” 

“The lawyer is going to do some research over the next day or so, and Clear is going to do some investigating into Elite Electronics and Reinhardt Corporation, looking for connections to the Kryetar. Meanwhile, I’ll go on with my meetings in hopes of not raising too much suspicion,” I say.

Jim steps into the room. Where did he come from?

“Is she safe?” Jonnie asks him immediately.

He’s talking about me like I’m not in the room, and my blood pressure begins to rise. “I’ll be fine,” I stress.

Christopher looks at me. “I thought I heard something a little different earlier—not to go to your meetings, and to keep a low profile.”

“Do you have cameras and a strong security system—motion detectors, window alarms, video camera surveillance, and night vision coverage?” Jonnie asks.

Christopher shakes his head. “No cameras, but I have a strong security system, and we’ll have two men with her at all times.”

I shut my eyes and take a few deep breaths as I put a death grip on the arms of my chair. Don’t they understand I’m alarmed, too? One bodyguard is too many. How is this going to fly at home in Minneapolis? 

“What’s the big-picture plan here?” Jonnie asks, finally looking at me.

“The wedding has been reduced to a courthouse affair suitable for the business arrangement it is, and I’ve made it clear to my mother that it will be on my terms. It won’t be the giant society event she’s trying to have. Although I’m not sure she’s notified anyone of that change, because I’m still getting emails from the wedding planner and some of the vendors.”

“But why are you going through with the wedding at all?” Jonnie asks. “I know you feel it’s what’s needed for the business, but it sounds like your mother isn’t arguing in good faith. There’s something shady here.” 

I shake my head. “I just don’t know what else to do. The wedding is still a few weeks away. Maybe one of these attorneys will see something workable—and also a way to invalidate those fake documents and keep Alex and me out of trouble.”

Jonnie doesn’t look thrilled, but he nods, squeezes my hand, and stays silent for now.

A little while later, Christopher says, “You and Jonnie have a dinner reservation at Bix in about an hour. You’re going to need to get a move on if you don’t want to be late.”

“That doesn’t sound like keeping a low profile,” I point out.

“It’s a small restaurant, and you’ll go with a team. I was just there getting it all taken care of,” Jim says.

I gasp. This is really happening? “What? I’m not dressed for a fancy dinner.”

“You look beautiful, and frankly, if you were wearing a potato sack, I wouldn’t care as long as you join me,” Jonnie says with a smile.

“At least let me freshen up,” I implore.

Christopher turns his wrist to look at his watch. “You have ten minutes.”

I jump up. “I’ll need everyone.” I begin to search for my suitcase. The car service dropped it off this morning while I was at my breakfast with Kate.

“Your bag is already upstairs in your room,” Christopher informs me.

Dashing up the stairs, my excitement pushes past all the fear and uncertainty of today—and the past months. A date with Jonnie. We’ve never had a real date. I quickly change into something other than dark pants and a peasant blouse.

“Time’s ticking!” Christopher yells upstairs to me.

I roll my eyes. He gave me ten minutes, and I intend to use them. “Be right there!” I wish I had time to curl my hair, but at least I can wash my face and apply fresh makeup. After a lighting-fast transformation, I rejoin the guys downstairs a little winded. 

“Okay, Zack and Thomas will be seated at an adjacent table,” Jim tells me. “You’ll be at a corner table on the second floor. If at any time you see something strange or someone you don’t know attempts speak to you or join you—or you just don’t feel comfortable—you need to use your safe word.”

“Safe word?”

“You’ll say a unique word only your security detail will know. And they’ll only allow the staff at Bix to approach your table. We need to choose a safe word you won’t forget.”

“Having a safe word makes it sound like Bix is an S&M club,” I quip. 

My brother’s eyes bulge. He isn’t appreciating my sense of humor.

Jim smirks. At least I entertain someone. “It’s just a word that will put the team on alert. We don’t want to be a distraction to your dinner.”

“I understand. My word is glasswing,” I tell him.

“Glasswing?” Christopher gives me a strange look.

“Yes. It’s a butterfly from South America. They’re rare.” I shrug.

My brother expels a breath of frustration. Despite our ages, I still take extreme pleasure in irritating him. 

I wrap a pashmina around my shoulders to keep the cold away. “All conversations about rare butterflies are off the table during dinner,” I tell Jonnie.

He salutes me. “No problem. Perhaps next time.”

We pile into the Suburban with me in the middle of the back again, between Zack and Jonnie. Thomas drives, and Jim sits next to him in the front seat.

“I feel quite important,” I announce. I’m nervous-talking. Whenever I do this, I think I’m funny, but no one else seems to.

“Do you know a lot about rare butterflies?” Jonnie leans in, and his warm breath on my neck sends jolts to my core.

I laugh. “No, and before you ask, I don’t know much about S&M either.”

“That’s too bad.” He grins and reaches for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The restaurant becomes a circus when we arrive. People turn to gawk at the three absolutely gorgeous men with me. I chuckle. If they only knew. We sit down at a private booth upstairs in the corner. Light jazz drifts up from the quartet downstairs. I really like this place. The Art Deco ambiance makes me think this restaurant—which is hidden down an alley, away from the busy downtown streets—must’ve been a speakeasy in a previous life.

Jonnie puts his arm around me and pulls me in close. His touch sizzles my skin with electricity. It feels so right to be here with him. Despite everything else going on, I somehow know I’m just where I want to be. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this way before. 

He leans in and asks, “What was so funny downstairs when we arrived?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“When we walked in, you laughed. How come?”

I shrug. “Everyone turned to stare at us. I’m the envy of every woman and gay man in here.”

His brows furrow. “What makes you say that?”

“I have three hot guys with me.”

He grins. “So you think I’m hot?”

I can’t help but smile. This is the guy who had every girl in school chasing him, and he’s here with me. I’m going to have fun tonight and pretend I don’t have an arranged marriage looming and people—possibly led by my mother—tracking my every move. I can deal with all the crap tomorrow. Fuck ‘em.

I lean in and put my hand on Jonnie’s upper thigh. “I think you’re hot with clothes on, and definitely when you’re naked.” 

“Outstanding, because my flight doesn’t leave until morning, and I plan to refresh your memory tonight.”

I shake my head. “Sorry, I’m staying at my brother’s.”

“I’m well aware, and it doesn’t change my plans,” he says with surprising confidence.

“Well, for your safety, I don’t think you’d want to risk Christopher hearing us,” I reason.

“It’s only a sign of two people having fun.” He shrugs.

“I’m not sure my brother would see it that way.”

A man approaches the table. “Jonathan Best,” he exclaims.

“Doug? I didn’t know you were working tonight.” Jonnie stands and extends his hand.

“This is my restaurant. I’m always working. The real question is what brings you to San Francisco and my humble restaurant.”

Jonnie lets out a loud laugh. “Doug, let me introduce you to my girlfriend. This is Margaret Reinhardt.”

Girlfriend? I put on the best smile I can and extend my hand. 

Doug grasps it, turns it, and brings it to his mouth for a soft kiss. “Welcome to Bix, Margaret. You’re in for a treat.” He winks at me, and I watch Jonnie bristle.

“I’m thrilled to be here,” I tell him.

“I know you have menus, but Bruce and I thought we’d do a tasting menu, special just for you. You know, we were very disappointed we weren’t invited to be a part of The Boardwalk at the Shangri-la.”

Jonnie grimaces. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d want a restaurant outside of San Francisco.”

“So many of our customers go and stay with you. I hope you’ll consider us if something opens up or you expand.”

Jonnie nods as he sits down and reaches for my hand. “We look forward to the tasting menu.”

“May we add the drink pairing?”

Jonnie glances at me, and I nod.

“Sounds wonderful,” he tells Doug.

“Then I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything, do not hesitate to have your server come find me.”

“Excellent. And I’d love to see Bruce before we go,” Jonnie says.

Doug grins. “I’ll make sure that happens.”

After he retreats, I ask, “Who’s Bruce?”

“Doug owns four restaurants here in San Francisco, and Bruce is his partner with Bix. Bruce also owns another restaurant. They’re a real business power couple.”

Over the next two hours, we enjoy an amazing five-course meal, and Jonnie has me laughing all the way through. I swear I even snorted, and I normally avoid that at all costs. He’s kind and considerate, always asking for my opinion and letting me talk. Each time my wine glass gets low, he fills it. And thankfully he never brings up Alex, my mother, our last meeting in Minneapolis, or our current situation. This is more fun out than I think I’ve ever had, and I don’t want it to end.

When I take my last bite of the chocolate soufflé, I moan my appreciation.

Jonnie picks up my hand and places it firmly on his crotch. His hardness is prominent through his pants. “This is what you’re doing to me,” he rasps.

I smile and stroke him. Thoughts of our previous time together run through my head. I bite my lip, and he watches me intently. “You’re very naughty,” I whisper.

“I can be extra naughty, and we can break out your safe word,” he growls.

I stare down at my plate, and I’m sure I turn a nice shade of crimson. He kisses the most sensitive part of my neck and whispers, “There’s nothing wrong with doing something that feels good.”

A flood of wetness dampens my panties. I’m grateful for my padded bra because my nipples are so erect, they hurt. But I put my excitement on hold when Doug returns with a man dressed in the kitchen chef’s shirt and matching pants. 

“So what did you think?” he asks.

“Absolutely outstanding, Bruce,” Jonathan confirms.

Doug and Bruce turn their attention to me. 

“Perfection” I assure them.

They talk about the dinner, and then the conversation moves to the Shangri-la. I feel like I’m intruding on their proposal. I excuse myself and head to the ladies’ room with Zack at my heels.

When I return to the table, Doug and Bruce make their apologies for running me off.

I shake my head. “Please don’t worry about me.”

“We’re sorry to intrude on your evening,” Bruce says.

“You’d fit in well on The Boardwalk at the Shangri-la,” Jonnie assures them, and they light up.

After a little additional small talk, they make tentative plans for a trip out to Las Vegas, and then leave us to finish up.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Jonnie pushes a wisp of hair behind my ear, and his hand on my leg moves closer to my center. “You look absolutely amazing tonight.”

“I wasn’t kidding about my brother’s house. I can’t have sex with him one floor below me.”

Jonnie stands and reaches for my hand. “Your brother already told me he won’t be home tonight. We have the house to ourselves.”

My breath hitches.

“You’ll be needing that safe word.” He grins and my nipples pebble all over again.

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About Ainsley St. Claire:

Ainsley St Claire is a Romantic Suspense Author and Adventurer on a lifelong mission to craft sultry storylines and steamy love scenes that captivate her readers. To date, she is best known for her series Venture Capitalists.

An avid reader since the age of four, Ainsley’s love of books knew no genre. After reading, came her love of writing, fully immersing herself in the colorful, impassioned world of contemporary romance.

Ainsley’s passion immediately shifted to a vocation when during a night of terrible insomnia, her first book came to her. Ultimately, this is what inspired her to take that next big step. The moment she wrote her first story, the rest was history.

Currently, Ainsley is in the midst of writing a nine-book series called “Venture Capitalist.”

When she isn’t being a bookworm or typing away her next story on her computer, Ainsley enjoys spending quality family time with her loved ones. She is happily married to her amazing soulmate and is a proud mother of two rambunctious boys. She is also a scotch aficionada and lover of good food (especially melt-in-your-mouth, velvety chocolate). Outside of books, family, and food, Ainsley is a professional sports spectator and an equally as terrible golfer and tennis player.

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Release Blitz: Making You Mine by Melissa Foster

Today we have the release week blitz for Melissa Foster’s MAKING YOU MINE! Check out this fantastic new contemporary romance and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: MAKING YOU MINE

Author: Melissa Foster

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About MAKING YOU MINE:

Discover the magic of New York Times bestseller Melissa Foster’s writing and see why millions of readers have fallen in love with the fiercely loyal and sassily sexy characters in the Love in Bloom big-family romance collection. Love in Bloom novels are written to stand alone or may be enjoyed as part of the larger series, so dive right into this fun, sexy romance featuring Graham Braden’s business partner, Knox Bentley!

In MAKING YOU MINE…
Knox Bentley never liked the pomp and circumstance that came with being wealthy. He’d distanced himself from his pretentious family and their fortune as a young adult and found his own path to success. But even with the world at his fingertips, he realizes something is missing, and after a long stay overseas, he finally knows exactly what it is. His no-strings-attached hookups with Aubrey Stewart, an exquisite and stubbornly independent blonde, are no longer enough for him. They connect on every level, but Aubrey is a fierce businesswoman with a new movie channel on the horizon and no time for much else. She is the deal he can’t close, the precious jewel even his billions can’t buy. Now that he’s back in the States, he’s determined to show her that what they have goes beyond the bedroom and finally make her his.

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Love in Bloom novels feature alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They’re flawed, funny, passionate, and relatable to readers who enjoy contemporary romance and women’s fiction. For avid readers of the Love in Bloom series, you may have met sexy and hilarious Knox Bentley, Graham Braden’s business partner, in Trails of Love, and Aubrey Stewart, one of the badass billionaire founders of the Ladies Who Write (LWW), in Anything for Love.

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Aubrey opened the gift box slowly, surprised to find a black and gold lipstick container.

“Oh my gosh.” Presley snagged the gift and inspected it. “Yup. Tom Ford’s Original Sin. You’ve got yourself a classy dirty boy.”

“Give me that.” Aubrey grabbed the lipstick and set it on the desk. She lifted another note from the box and read it. “‘Because putting on lipstick usually leads to taking these off.’” She shot a look at her friends. “This ought to be good.” She whipped off the lid, and her body tingled at the sight of a black lace thong and matching bra nestled within the tissue paper.

“Wow. Those are gorgeous,” Libby said. “May I?”

Aubrey shrugged and held out the box for Libby to feel the material.

“That’s Agent Provocateur,” Presley said as she admired the lingerie. “It’s made with French lace. Gorgeous. The man has—”

“Invaded my personal space and my privacy.” Aubrey snapped the lid back on the box, trying to ignore her racy thoughts of Knox tearing them off her.

“And I’m about to invade it even more.”

They all spun around at the sound of Knox’s deep, sexy voice. There he stood, six-plus feet of gorgeousness, clad in a black leather jacket, jeans, and black boots that probably cost more than Aubrey’s desk. A charming smile lifted his lips as he said, “Hello, ladies.”

 

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Excerpt Reveal: Plan B by Jana Aston

 

Plan B by Jana Aston
Release Date: July 2nd
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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Mistakes were made, okay?

The moment I laid eyes on Kyle Kingston I knew he was a mistake. A satisfying, toe curling, hair pulling, best night of my life mistake, but a mistake all the same. I didn’t yet know his name, or who he was, but I knew he was a bad idea.

I take comfort in that, because it means my instincts are still good. Too late, but it’s something.

Because, FYI, I’m pregnant

… and did I mention my baby daddy is both heir to a retail empire and impossible to get ahold of?

I do what any girl would. I break into his Grandfather’s retirement gala by telling the prissy gatekeeper Kyle’s my fiancé. It was a halfway decent plan at the time, trust me.

But it blows up in my face, disastrously so. You see, Kyle Kingston is all about representing the family values his family’s retail empire was founded on. At least in public. In private- well I’ll tell you about that later.

He proposes – a marriage of convenience.

Convenient for everyone but me, because while I’m falling in love with my convenient husband, he’s keeping a billion-dollar secret. From me.

 

 

Excerpt
“Be ready by six,” Kyle says as he drops me off.

“Ready for what?” I ask, hand on the door handle ready to hop out of his SUV.

“Dinner.”

“Whoa.” I drop my hand from the door and turn to him. “Like you want me to have dinner on the table by six? That’s really sexist, Kyle. Just because you put an imaginary ring on it and put a bun in my oven doesn’t mean I’m going to quit my job and spend my days cleaning and putting dinner on the table every night at six like a 1950s housewife, just so you know. And I’m not ironing your shirts. I might make cookies every once in a while, though. If I stay. Which is still an if.”

“Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Mrs Lascola comes daily Monday through Friday. She does the cleaning, shopping and laundry. My dry-cleaning is delivered to the concierge desk, from where she retrieves it and places it in my closet. She brings the mail from the lobby and leaves it on the desk in my study. She also prepares meals and leaves them in the fridge to be heated.”

Oh.

“So no,” Kyle continues, “I’m not expecting you to be my 1950s housewife, because Mrs Lascola is my 1950s housewife, minus your surly attitude problem. You, Daisy, are my twenty-first-century bride-to-be. What I expect from you is that you’re doing everything you need to do to take care of the baby you’re carrying. Besides that, I expect you to do whatever it is that you find personally fulfilling. I don’t give a fuck if it’s dusting, or knitting, or photography, or real estate, or running a goddamned empire. Are we clear?”

“Fine, yes.” I huff. “Good Lord, you’re dramatic.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “Great. Be ready at six, because I’m taking you out to dinner,” he says, stressing the word out. He could have done that to start with. “On a date,” he adds.

 

 

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Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she’s ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.

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Excerpt Reveal: Royal Mess by Jenna Sutton

Do you have royal fever? Us too! You don’t want to miss ROYAL MESS by Jenna Sutton – read an excerpt below and be sure to preorder your copy today! Plus, enter to win an awesome giveaway that ends Friday, May 4th!

 

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From award-winning author Jenna Sutton comes the story of two princes who discover that falling in love is messy

Prince Leo’s icy demeanor has earned him an amusing nickname—the Polar Prince. Unfortunately, the king doesn’t see the humor. If Leo wants to secure the throne of Alsania, he must improve his image. Participating in an organ donation campaign seems like a good start. He expects to donate his organs on his deathbed, so he’s surprised to be matched with a complete stranger who needs his help now.

Tessa Lulach hates to admit it, but she’s a damsel in distress. When a handsome prince offers to save her with a hunk of his liver, she joyfully accepts. She can’t wait to feel like herself again and return to her beloved flower shop. Instead, her identity is revealed, and the quiet life she loves is turned upside down.

As Leo and Tessa deal with the nosy public and ruthless paparazzi, she realizes the Polar Prince is much warmer than he seems—scorching hot, in fact. He willingly gave her a part of his liver, but can he give her his whole heart?

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Everyone loves Prince Marco of Alsania, despite his reckless antics … or maybe because of them. So why does sexy schoolteacher Cassie Lulach prefer a boring investment banker over him? Wounded by her indifference, he has an erotic encounter with a masked woman at a royal ball who reminds him of the one he really wants.

After another failed relationship, Cassie is frustrated with immature, inconsiderate guys. Wanting to escape reality, she attends a masquerade ball and finds herself alone with a masked stranger. For the first time in her life, she acts on impulse, only to end up pregnant and absolutely clueless about the identity of her baby’s father.

When Marco learns of Cassie’s pregnancy and her plans to raise the baby alone, he promises to be there for her, hoping she’ll finally see him as more than just a playboy prince. But then he discovers she’s the woman from the masquerade ball and panics. Will the truth destroy his chance to win over Cassie, or will he convince her that they can have their own happily ever after?

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“I wanted to let you know that I’m going to do a media tour to talk about my experience as a living donor,” Leo says.

Surprised by his announcement, I emit an involuntary “Oh!”

The royal family is constantly in the news. From the king’s work in parliament and the queen’s charitable efforts to Prince Leo’s diplomatic trips abroad and Prince Marco’s latest antics, there’s plenty of fodder for the media.

“People are curious, and I’d rather they hear the real story from me instead of”—he makes air quotes with both hands—“an unnamed source close to the prince. Who knows? Maybe I can persuade more people to be living donors.”

“That’d be amazing if you could, Leo. There aren’t enough donors, living or deceased.”

He leans forward. “How would you feel about participating in the media tour … coming forward as a transplant recipient?”

It takes a moment for his words to register. When they do, my whole body recoils. “I don’t know…”

I trail off, unable to articulate my feelings. If my donor liver came from a normal person instead of Leo, I wouldn’t hesitate to tell everyone my story. But Leo’s royal blood—his position as the future king of Alsania—complicates things. The thought of being stalked by paparazzi makes it hard for me to breathe.

“Hey.” One of Leo’s big hands curves over my knee. “Listen to me, Tessa.” He squeezes lightly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s your decision.”

I shrug uncomfortably. “I need some time to think about it. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay.

He drops his hand from my knee and rises from the chair. His broad chest blocks my view of the rest of the room, and I have to tilt my head back to see his eyes.

To my surprise, he moves closer and cups his hands around my face. His skin is hot and supple like the leather seats in a sports car in the summer. He strokes the pads of his thumbs across my cheekbones, and that simple touch spreads heat throughout my body.

“Look at you.” His voice is deep and husky. “Your cheeks are so pink.”

Pink from desire. Pink from excitement.

One of his thumbs cruises down to my mouth and skims across my bottom lip. “And your lips…”

I must be having an out-of-body experience. Or maybe I’m in a medically induced coma and this is just a hallucination. I don’t know how else to explain what’s happening.

“What about my lips?”

“They’re pink too,” he whispers, “like those peonies you dropped.”

I wrap my hands around his wrists, not to push him away but to keep him close. “Leo…”

Kiss me. Please. Now.

A groan rumbles in his chest, and that rough sound creates an ache between my legs. Sliding his hand into my hair, he palms my head and brings his mouth to mine.

 

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Excerpt Reveal: Plus One by Aleatha Romig

 

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A fun, sexy new stand-alone from New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig.

He’s sexy and confident, the kind of man every woman notices. You know, the one with the to-die-for body and panty-melting smirk. And then there’s the way his designer suits drape over his broad shoulders and big…well, we’ve all heard the rumors, the ones that say he’s up for any challenge.

But I can’t see him that way. He’s my boss—technically one of the owners of the company where I work—and definitely not in my league. Men like him don’t notice women like me, and they don’t date them.

And I don’t date men like him.

Until that one time that I catch him in a compromising position when I’m also in need of a last-minute date for a wedding…and then it’s not real. It’s blackmail.

For one weekend, he’s my plus-one.

Beautiful and unobtainable.

From the moment she walked into my office with those stunning blue eyes and crazy sensual curves, she’s been on my mind. Three years and never once has she acted interested in me. Usually I flash a million-dollar smile and women fall to their knees, some literally.

Not her.

Then on the occasion that I agree to let another woman do that—fall to her knees—guess who happens to catch us?

It may not be the most conventional way to get on her radar, but I didn’t get this far in business without knowing when to seize an opportunity. If this sexy little firecracker with perfectly kissable lips thinks she can blackmail me into attending her cousin’s wedding, I’m going to jump at the chance to be her plus-one.

You love her darker side. Now it’s time to meet Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha, as she trades her renowned twists and turns for laughs and love with this sexy new stand-alone romance, PLUS ONE.

 

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I push the thought of my mother’s call away and concentrate on my friend, Shana. As I do, the slippery napkin escapes my hold. Quickly, I slide from my seat to retrieve it.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice says as black leather loafers stop precariously close to where I’m now kneeling to rescue my napkin.

Seeing the shoes, I look up and suck in a deep breath.

Towering above me are long legs covered in tailored trousers. As I follow them up, they lead to a trim waist, a black belt, and a white shirt that buttons over a broad chest. I barely swallow the lump in my throat as I recognize the wide shoulders covered with the matching suit jacket. Seizing the napkin, I stand, suddenly face to face with one of the owners of the company where I work.

My face burns with embarrassment as his shimmering green eyes narrow and head tilts. Inches away from me is one of the handsomest men I’ve ever met. He should be on the cover of GQ, not gracing the halls of Buchanan and Willis.

His firm lips form a tight smirk and cheeks rise in amusement. “Miss Jones.”

Staring into the sea of emerald, I try to pretend I wasn’t just on my knees in a chic restaurant in front of Duncan Willis.

“Mr. Willis,” I respond, my voice cracking. Nervously I take a step backward. As if the moment weren’t awkward enough, I wobble, teetering precariously on my high heels.

Swiftly, he reaches out, grabs my elbow, and steadies my footing. Though he just saved me from making an even bigger fool out of myself by falling face-first into what I can only imagine is a hard, defined chest, my mind is suddenly consumed with the electricity of his touch. The energy heats my skin as his grasp lingers.

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Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. 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 nearly 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!

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.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and a member of PEN America.  She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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Catching Carly excerpt reveal!

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00027]My name is Carly Porter… And I’m really good at bad decisions.

How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb…

I had sex with my best friend’s brother.

Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.

And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.

Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?

Right.

 

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“This never happened.”

Zeke raises an eyebrow. “Nothing has happened.”

I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Don’t be a dick. You know what I mean. This is only going to happen because I’m a little drunk.”

“I thought you said it never happened.”

“You’re being a dick.”

His grin is wide and a little cocky. “So right now it’s happening because you’re a little drunk, but tomorrow it won’t have happened.”

I nod. “That’s right. You and I will forget it ever happened.”

His blue-green eyes sweep the length of my body before he meets my gaze, his lips dropping into a self-sure smirk. “Trust me, Carly, you won’t be forgetting this when I’m through with you.”

“Through with me? What am I? A naughty child awaiting punishment?”

“Look, if you want me to spank you, I’m good with that.” He raises his hands in front of his body. “In fact, I’m more than good with that.”

I blink at him. It really doesn’t help that he has his hands up like that. He has big, rough hands that would feel pretty good across my ass…

Good lord, Carly. Focus.

Wait. Does that count as focusing? I think it might.

Hmm…

“We’ll see,” I finally say, clearing my head of that momentary fog. “The point is, whether your ego insists I’ll remember this tomorrow—”

“You will.”

“—Or not,” I continue, ignoring him. “As far as everyone else is concerned, it never has and never will happen. Are we clear?”

“Crystal. Now, are you going to shut the hell up?”

“No. As a rule, I don’t shut up. Ever.”

Zeke steps forward, shutting the distance between us in less than three seconds. He lifts his hand to my chin and cups it, dipping his handsome face down close to mine. “That’s fine. I think I’ll prefer it when you’re screaming for more and calling me God.”

I raise both of my eyebrows. “I’m not going to call you God.”

“I guarantee you’ll feel differently when you’re having the best orgasm of your life.”

“That’s ambitious.” I’ve had some pretty good orgasms. Mostly battery-operated ones, because they can’t cum, so they don’t have to stop.

Zeke circles his strong arm around my waist and yanks me right against him. The force with which my body hits his makes me gasp, something that only makes his smirk a little stronger. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“Again,” I say, swallowing. “Ambitious.”

“Carly?”

“What?”

He lowers his face so the tip of his nose brushes mine and locks onto me with his gaze. “The next time you talk, you’ll be screaming my name.”

I open my mouth to rebuke that ridiculous—yet hot—statement, but he’s quicker. He drops his mouth to mine and takes my bottom lip between his. His teeth graze over the soft skin, and an uncontrollable shiver rockets down my spine.

Dear god, he’s barely touched me and I want to whimper like a puppy wanting a belly rub.

Except, of course, I want him to rub a whole lot more than my belly.

And do a whole lot more than rubbing while he’s at it too.

This is dumb. I know this. It’s dumber than dumb. It’s the most stupid idea in the history of stupid ideas.

Hell on a Harley Davidson, I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

 

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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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