Thursday, February 14, 2019

Title: Flirting with the Frenemy
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Lori Jackson

Photo: Wander Aguiar

 Release Date: March 1, 2019


Mission: Survive my best friend's wedding, where I must play
nice with my ex and his perfect new girlfriend.
Strategy: Bring the hottest fake boyfriend on the planet.
Target: Grady Rock. Master Baker. Dimples. Muscles. The
unicorn of fake boyfriends.
Complication: Wyatt Morgan. My brother's best friend. My
sworn enemy. Military man. Sexy as hell single dad. The man I let into my
panties for one night of hot hate sex after my ex dumped me before my life fell
And the man who just scared off that perfect fake boyfriend.
By pretending to be my real boyfriend.
I can roll with this though. What’s the harm in Flirting
with the Frenemy if it helps me get the job done?
Complete my mission and move on.
Or so I thought.
Until Wyatt kisses me again and I start feeling things
I shouldn't.
The thing about weddings...nothing ever goes as planned.

Flirting with the Frenemy is a rollicking fun romantic
comedy featuring a single dad military man, an irritatingly attractive blast
from his past, pirates, cursing parrots, and a wedding gone wild. It stands
alone with no cheating or cliffhangers


Author Bio

Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to
escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning
toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading,
writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be
productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.

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Title: A Model Fiancé
Author: Nikky Kaye
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creation

 Release Date: March 14, 2019


There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t ask Audrey to pretend to be
my fiancée. For a start:

1.    She’s my best friend’s sexy little sister.
2.    She’ll have to travel around the world with me.
3.    The paparazzi will eat her alive.
4.    So will I. 

But I also have a million followers on social media who think we’re
already engaged, and there are millions of dollars at stake. 

So what have I got to lose?

I sighed
heavily as I freed my toes from the death trap heels. “Men have it so easy. You
don’t have to put up with this kind of torture. No hair, no make-up to do.”
shrugged. “What can I say? I roll out of bed looking like this.”
My mouth
went dry as I pictured him rolling out of bed. In my imagination, he was
wearing a lot less than he was now.
By the time
we reached the door to my room, I realized I was running out of time to
proposition him. I dropped my shoes to rummage through my purse for the key
card. Didn’t I just have it, to show the
guard at the elevator bank? Yeesh.
Dev waited
patiently beside me. He even bent down to pick up my shoes for me. The movement
of his head near my waist made me pause. Gah.
Trying to ignore the tingling feeling in my stomach, I kept searching. Blindly
I felt a few things, but funnily enough I couldn’t find my card—or my courage.
Oh wait, there it was. It was in the side
pocket, along with a ton of sexual tension.
I cleared
my throat and tried to sound casual. “Uh, do you want to come in? We could
catch up… or something?”
in his voice made me look up from the depths of my bag. His eyes were like
obsidian in the light lining the never-ending corridor. When he stepped closer,
my back went up against my door.
“Forget I
asked,” I murmured.
He ran his
thumb over my jaw, and I reflexively tilted my head up to him. He said my name
again, his voice even rougher and deeper than before. My bare toes curled
against the carpet.
buried in my bag, my hand closed around my key. I was running out of time.
Without really thinking about it, I popped up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss
to the beard-roughened space between the corner of his mouth and his jaw.
“Thanks for
the escort.”
Somehow he
moved even closer, because as I went back down on my heels, I found myself flat
against the door and his body pressed against mine. It was hot and hard and… oh!
“Hmmm?” Was
this like Beetlejuice? If he said my
name three times in a row, would I come?
I looked up
to see him lick his lips. He didn’t need his body to pin me to the door—his
gaze did the job well enough.
“Give me
your damn key,” he growled.

Author Bio

Nikky Kaye
writes funny, sexy romance about sassy women in fabulous shoes and the alpha
heroes who sweep them off their feet.

In real
life, Nikky has dipped her toe in a lot of careers, but her twin boys always
come first. When not writing, you may find her brandishing puns and power
tools, or wandering through the dollar stores of western Canada.

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Title: Scoring the Keeper's Sister

Series: Mr. Match #1
Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Sexy Sport Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 14, 2019



Signing up for a matchmaking
service was not my idea. But when Andrew the hand model dumped me, my brother
suggested I try Mr. Match. And I figured it couldn’t hurt–as it was, I’d never
get away from meathead moron soccer players (since my brother plays keeper for
the South Bay Sharks and I manage PR for the team.) 

But Mr. Match is a
moron too because he matched me with a guy I see at work every day. A guy who
has a different girl on his arm at every turn. And a soccer player. Fernando
Fuerte, the “Fuerte Fire,” is one guy I can assure you is NOT my match. 


Getting girls is
not a problem. Getting girls who care about something besides my status as the
South Bay Sharks star striker, my salary, and my social status? Yeah. That’s
the problem. So when my buddy Max tells me he’s actually Mr. Match–the secret
proprietor of San Diego’s hottest matchmaking app, I let him convince me to try

And Erica Johnson
is not actually a bad match–only she doesn’t seem to agree. And then there’s
the small matter of her being in the middle of trying to save the team (and me)
when the owner’s ex brings to light some, ahem, unsavory accusations about me…
and then there’s her enormous and disapproving twin brother…and there’s
something about cheese, too. 

But if I have my
way? Erica will definitely be my match. 

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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.

Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.

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Title: “Lochlan”

Series: Broken Deeds MC

Esther E. Schmidt

Cover Design: Esther E. Schmidt

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Model: Nathan Van Dyken

Release Date: February 14, 2019
Torn by immense grief, Lochlan’s heart is closed and only functions to keep his body going. He simply can’t let anyone inside, especially not a particular redhead who is adding to his already tormented dreams.
An incident in the past gave Xena the zest for life, always living it to the max. A mindset not many people share. Feeling drawn to Lochlan, she’s aware there’s more to him than meets the eye.
Will Xena or Lochlan step up to explore their mutual awareness when an underlying connection is revealed? Can their budding relationship survive interference from Lochlan’s work or will it spiral into self-destruction when the tragic events of Lochlan’s past surface?
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Title: Playing for Time
Series: The Bay Series #6
Author: Leesa Bow
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance

Release Date: February 13, 2019


As a flight
attendant, I meet a lot of famous people. Some I never see again.
Darcy Rayne
was the exception.
handsome, sexy king of the football world.
At first, I
denied the attraction.
I don’t
date players. Especially the off-field kind.
I’m a
regular girl, and my world is too small for someone like him.
Turned out,
I underestimated a footballer’s determination and focus to never give up.
So, I gave

He had a
dream before me.
Almost lost
it because of me.
In my
darkest hour when I needed him most, he got his dream.

And I lost
a piece of my heart.

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Leesa Bow is a romance author who began her writing journey
years ago when her daughter fell ill. After writing for therapy Leesa now can't
imagine doing anything else. Thankful to be following her passion for romance,
she is living out her own happy ever after with her husband in Brisbane,

In her spare time Leesa enjoys watching sport, having beach days with the
family, catching up for coffee with girlfriends, and taking long walks. Most
importantly the cinema dates with her husband to watch all the Marvel movies.

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Monday, February 11, 2019


The Lies We Tell Ourselves, an all new romantic standalone from Michelle Heard, is available now!

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I'm at the end of my rope, planning a wedding with the man who has become a threat to my sanity.
Everybody tells lies, but no one knows the truth we hide behind closed doors.

That’s until Alec is hired to watch my every move.
I thought the man threatening my mother’s life was my biggest problem. But he’s not.
Alec Taylor’s sharp gaze and ruggedly beautiful smile are quickly becoming a danger to my heart.

An accidental touch has me wondering what if.
Little do I know he’d end up showing me the truth to the lie I’ve been living.
What if I dare hope that Alec is the one truth amongst all the lies I tell myself?
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“It’s just another job.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve set the world record for takin’ the longest time to drink a beer,” Wyatt’s voice comes over the earpiece.

“Well,I have to come to this dump every damn night to look like a regular just in case Roberts asks around about me. At this rate,I’ll be an alcoholic by the time we wrap things up.”

Picking up the glass I take another sip of the bitter liquid before letting my gaze casually roam over the crowd.

I don’t let my eyes rest on the table where the other officers are sitting. They’ll be responsible for picking a fight with Clay Roberts once he shows. From watching Roberts, we know he comes to this bar every Tuesday night to meet with his father’s old partner, Joe Randall.

“You sure this is gonna work?” I mumble.

“Yeah, it’s the only way to win Clay’s trust. You need to get close to him and savin’ his ass is the quickest way.”

I let out a sigh. My ass is about to fall asleep from sitting on the hard stool.

As the minutes tick by I go over all the details of the operation. The Lyman, Duncan, and Welford Police Departments work in close partnership with the Spartanburg Sheriff’s Office to take out the prison gangs who run meth labs from various trailer parks. The prison gangs are known to bounce around until they get busted. But we’ve all had enough and decided to go for the head of the snake, Clay Roberts. His father is doing time for supplying and distributing product, and with a little luck,Clay will be joining his old man soon.

We have officers from each department working this case. From Lyman,it’s Officer Wyatt Holden, and Detectives Aiden Holden and Zac Hutches. I’m the only detective from Spartanburg. From Welford,there are another two officers, but they’re working behind the scenes on all the intel we have.

I’m going undercover as a drifter looking for a job while Wyatt will be my eyes and ears on the outside. One wrong move and months of planning could go down the drain.

“A black Range Rover just pulled up. Checkin’ the plate for you,” Wyatt suddenly says, snapping me out of my bored daze.

Wearing worn boots, faded black jeans, and a white t-shirt with a black long sleeve over it, I blend in with the crowd. I haven’t shaved in a couple of days, soI look scruffy.

“It’s Clay Roberts. Get ready,” Wyatt confirms. “There are only two guards, so it should be easy.”

I immediately recognize Roberts when he walks into the bar then focus my eyes on the beer in front of me.

The officers give Roberts time to order a drink and find a place to sit before they make their move. Waiting until I hear a commotion behind me, I casually look over my shoulder.

Roberts is standing by a table and wiping a spilled drink off his shirt while Nick, one of the officers, pretends to drunkenly stagger into him. A guard grabs hold of Nick’s shoulder, giving him the perfect opportunity to throw a punch.

I get up as the fight escalates and start to walk toward the group of men. Luck is on our side because random men join the fight and soon fists are flying everywhere.

“No matter how much I think about this, I’m pretty sure there’s an easier way,” I mumble before I duck to avoid a fist being thrown my way. Stepping to my left, I shove a guy away from me and then it’s time to go into action.

I sprint and jumping, I knee a man in the back, then use the momentum of his body falling forward to slide over him, and at the same time throw a punch at the guy he was fighting which clears the way for me to where Roberts is.

Roberts’ eyes widen from seeing me in action, and he takes a step backward. I see the confusion on his face when I don’t attack him like I’m sure he expected, but instead swing my elbow back and into a drunk idiot’s face.

I notice a guy coming up behind Roberts and quickly dart forward. Grabbing hold of Roberts’ shoulders, I push myself up so I can flip my body over his. Before my feet even touch the ground, I kick at the attacker’s knee so his legs will buckle under him, then bring my knee up into his face. The blow renders him unconscious, but unfortunately,I’ve drawn attention to myself.

As a group of guys closes in on us, Roberts’ grabs hold of my arm.

I glance at him while trying to keep an eye on what’s happening around me. All this will be for nothing if I let some drunk ass take a swing at me.

“Get me out of here, and I’ll make it worth your while,” Roberts’ sayshis voice tight from either panic or fear, or both.

“Yeah?” I say, then quickly block a blow before slamming my fist into the guy’s jaw.

“One thousand dollars,” Roberts’ shouts while pointing to somewhere behind me. I bring my elbow back, and it connects with whoever was stupid enough to stand at the back of me. “Two thousand,” Roberts says, his eyes darting wildly around the bar.

“Deal.” I smile as I say the word, then grab hold of Roberts’ arm. “Stay right behind me.”

Turning to face the brawling crowd, I look for the quickest way out. The front entrance is pretty much a no go, so I start to make my way towards the back.

While averting punches being thrown my way, I make sure to keep my voice low so Roberts won’t hear as I ask Wyatt, “I’m takin’ him out the back entrance. Is it clear?”

A few seconds later Wyatt answers, “You’re good to go.”

Not wasting time, I pull Roberts closer and steer him through the crowd while blocking all the blows coming our way.

When I finally push Roberts through the back door of the bar, I hold my hand out to him.

“Pay up.”

Roberts combs his fingers through his hair, straightening his appearance then smiles at me.

“You’ve got some skills. Where did you learn to fight like that?”

Making eye contact with him, I grin while replying, “I worked at a martial arts center after school and picked up things along the way.”

Growing up I spent all my free time learning any form of martial arts, so for this cover,I’m sticking to the truth as much as possible, reducing the chances of being caught out by a lie.

Roberts reaches a hand out to me. “Clay Roberts.”

“Alec Kyle,” I reply while shaking his hand.

We decided I would use my first name while going undercover, and just to change my last name from Taylor to Kyle.

“I haven’t seen you around Lyman before,” Roberts says while looking me over. “Are you new in town?”

“Just passin’ through.” I keep the answer short knowing it will make Roberts curious about me.

His one eyebrow moves slightly up. “On vacation?”

“No, driftin’ from town to town, doing odd jobs,” I give him the golden nugget of info which will hopefully make him offer me a job.

“I don’t have the two thousand dollars on me right now.” Roberts takes a pen and business card from his pocket and writes his address on the back before holdingit out to me. “Why don’t you come by my place tomorrow to collect it?I’d like to make you an offer that would be beneficial to us both.”

I pretend to think it over before taking the card. “I’ll be there for my money.”

I walk away in the direction of the nearest motel and wait until I’m in my room before looking at the card. The front only has Robert’s name and a contact number. Flipping it over I seethe address.

“He gave me the right address,” I report to Wyatt who’s been surprisingly quiet.

“I knew you could fight, but damn, Dude, that was badass. I’d pay good money to see a fight between you and my brother,” Wyatt says, sounding impressed.

“Yeah? Is Aiden any good?” I ask as I walk over to the window and glance outside to make sure I wasn’t followed.

“Aiden can hold his own,” Wyatt remarks, butI hear the pride in his voice.

“So he’s that good?”

“Yeah, he’s kicked my ass plenty of times,” Wyatt answers.

Having made sure I wasn’t followed, I say, “I’m comin’ out. Meet me around the back.”

I lock the door behind me and quickly jog around the side of the building. As I get there,Wyatt pulls up in the van, andI slip in before he drives to a deserted area, so we can finalize everything before I meet with Roberts.

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Michelle Heard is a Bestselling Romance Author who loves creating stories her readers can get lost in. She loves an alpha hero who is not afraid to fight for his woman.
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Friday, February 8, 2019

Title: The Break-Up Bet
Author: Cat Carmine
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 31, 2019


Never make a bet with a man who plays to win... 

Especially not a man like handsome, arrogant Connor Pratt. 

AKA the huge PITA who’s currently crashing in my spare room. 

AKA my brother’s best friend since they were about six. 

AKA the one guy who still makes me feel like an awkward tongue-tied loser.

But when Connor moved in, I got a glimpse of another side of him. Because, like me, Connor’s going through a nasty break-up. And, like me, he’s just doing whatever he can to get through it. 

Unfortunately, his method involves drinking alarming amounts of whiskey and watching a lot of, um … movies … that make every inch of my skin flush. 

I’m just trying to be helpful when I tell him that he should try my way: copious amounts of baked goods, sappy romantic comedies, and late nights spent whining with girlfriends. 

But I should have known Connor would take that as a challenge. 

Now, he says he’ll try my way of dealing with a break-up … but only if I agree to try his. Six months rent to the person whose method works best. 

We call it the break-up bet. And I’m going to win. Except right now, it feels like there’s a whole lot more at stake than just rent money…

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Cat Carmine writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy.
She also happens to like drinking wine, eating cake, buying too many books, and
snuggling with her elderly cocker spaniel (oh, and her husband too.) She loves
— and writes — books with sweet and sarcastic heroines and strong, sexy heroes
who like a little bark with their bite. She thinks witty banter is the best
kind of foreplay, and she tries to infuse all her stories with heart, humor and

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