A BRIDE FOR THE SEASON~JENNIFER DELAMERE…with excerpt, rafflecopter giveaway, and review

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COMING…NOVEMBER 25, 2014!!

JENNIFER DELAMERE

[Love’s Grace #3]

{A BRIDE FOR THE SEASON}

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November 25, 2014
About A BRIDE FOR THE SEASON
London’s most scandalous bachelor has finally gone too far. Caught in a situation that was innocent but too compromising, James Simpson is forced to admit that he must do the honorable thing and marry the lady. Unfortunately, marriage alone will not be enough to appease her father. He won’t agree to a dowry unless James can find a suitable husband for the lady’s elder sister-the shy and awkward Lucinda Cardington.Lucinda doesn’t care that she is close to being “on the shelf”; she has more serious pursuits in mind. She enjoys the friendship she and James share over their love of photography, but she leaves dreams of romance to silly young ladies like her sister. James does manage to find a match for Lucinda, and his efforts to get them together are about to succeed…until James comes to the distressing realization that he doesn’t want Lucinda in anyone’s arms but his own.

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Excerpt…

Delamere_A Bride for the Season_MM“Thank you,” she said softly. “I don’t know why I can’t dance like that with other men. With you it was . . .easy.”

Lucinda was always so truthful, so sincere, that it pained him to see how she was looking at him. He was in no way deserving of her trust, and yet she had given it to him. “Perhaps it was because you were listening to the music inside you. Inside here.” He lightly placed a forefinger just above her heart. It was edging on indecent to do so, but she didn’t object. She just kept looking at him, and beneath his hand he could feel her heart pounding wildly.

Around them, the stillness seemed to settle, even as specks of dust floated in the sunshine coming through the window. James could not seem to move. He really should not be so intensely attuned to the allure she did not even realize she presented. Without question he should not be touching her at all, let alone in a private room. And yet she remained tantalizingly close. She must be, as he was, either unable or unwilling to move away. One hand remained in his, cool and soft. Its light, gentle touch sent powerful sensations through him. They were both watching each other intently, and he felt, right down to his core, the moment their gazes dropped to each other’s lips. What kind of a man was he, to be giving serious consideration to such a clearly wrong action? He was either a cad or an idiot. Most probably he was a good mixture of both, because slowly, deliberately, no longer caring to resist, he closed the distance between them

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About Jennifer Delamere
The youngest child of a Navy pilot and a journalist, Jennifer acquired a love of adventure and an excitement for learning that continues to this day. She’s lived in three countries and traveled throughout the U.S.  An avid reader of classics and historical fiction, she also enjoys biographies and histories, which she mines for the vivid details to bring to life the characters and places in her books. She resides with her husband in  North Carolina –where, when not writing or dreaming up romantic adventures for her characters, she can be found fantasizing about her next ski trip or European vacation.

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MY THOUGHTS:

A BRIDE FOR THE SEASON by Jennifer Delamere is an interesting Regency Historical Romance. #3 in “Love’s Grace” series, but can be read as a stand alone. Ms. Delamere weaves a tale of second chances, trust, faith, healing, love and romance. A lovely tale of Lucinda Cardington, who is almost “on the shelf” and James Simpson, a compromising situation, a misunderstanding and learning the truth of a person’s inner beauty. I loved the way James and Lucinda find their HEA amongst so much inner turmoil. A spinster only looking for peace and to be left alone, a Rake who is drawn to this spinster, but feels he most  find her a husband. Together, their love of Shakespeare, photography and music brings these two together in more ways than one, and the magic of the Christmas season. A lovely, romantic, tale. A satisfying end to a lovely series. Enjoyable, uplifting and passionate with closed door romance. This author has written a wonderful uplifting, and satisfying read. Well done!

*Received for an honest review from the publisher and Net Galley*

Rating: 4.5

Heat rating: Sweet

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

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GUEST BLOGGER: MARINA ADAIR~ SUGAR’S TWICE AS SWEET~ with giveaway, and excerpt…

PLEASE HELP US WELCOME TODAY’S GUEST…

~MARINA ADAIR~

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WELCOME, MARINA!!

 

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MBA&M:  Why use Georgia as your setting for Sugar is Twice as Sweet?

I grew up in California, but my parents were from Arkansas and with a live in grannie who came from the south, my family was more the Clampetts than the Cleavers. In this series, I wanted to write a family that had that strong sense of loyalty, community, and southern pride—and a town that had busy-bodied old biddies. Ever since I wrote Tucker’s Crossing, which took place in Texas, I have been dying to get back to those sexy southern gents who have swagger in spades and a slow drawl than melts panties. Then the name Sugar came to mind, and it just seemed to be in Georgia.

MBA&M: What made you decide to write a golf champion as your hero?

I wanted to create a hero that had the drive it takes to be a professional athlete and was dealing with a public scandal. Brett, who is inspired by the hunky Luke Bryan, came to me as this laid back, easy going, smooth talker and golf just seemed to be the sport that fit his personality. Not to mention, do you know how many innuendoes you can come up with when talking golf? What was your favorite scene to write, Why? The first moment that Joie and Brett meet, for sure. First meets are usually my favorite part in a book because it sets the tone and sexual tension between the couple. But this scene was so fun to write because he is pretty famous, used to women fawning all over him, and yet he can’t get anything out of Joie except suspicious annoyance. Every line he uses falls flat and for the first time since Brett has discovered girls—and they discovered him back—the notorious playboy and hometown hero can’t get this woman to give him the time of day—let alone her number. There is so much natural conflict, humor, and sizzle that comes from a playboy wanting to get serious with a woman who has sworn off men.

MBA&M:  Which character, either the main character or a secondary character was the hardest to write, why?

The hardest character for me to write was Joie’s great aunt, Letty. Letty was a huge influence on Joie growing up, and the only one who saw Joie’s whimsical, leap-then-look take on life as special. Even more importantly, she is the only one who believes in Joie’s dream to re-open the inn. However, Letty has passed, so the reader only gets to know her through her letters, kitchen-table stories, and others’ memoires. And not just Joie’s memories, but also Letty’s silver-haired friends, who saw Letty in a very different light than Joie. So reconciling the three points of view, while creating her with the right amount of heart and tenacity was a challenge, but in the end she became one of my favorite characters.

MBA&M:  What is your greatest accomplishment in your writing career?

 

That because of my writing my daughter will be able to go to any college she dreams of.

  Thank you, Marina, for taking a few moments of your busy life to spend time with us and our readers today!

~CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR LATEST RELEASE~

 

 

 

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He’s trouble she doesn’t need . . . Thanks to a cheating fiancé, Josephina Harrington’s perfect life just crashed and burned. Moving in with her overbearing parents is definitely not an option. No, she needs to prove she can make it on her own. And she will-by turning her great-aunt’s old plantation house into a destination getaway. She’s just not expecting her contractor to be so hands-on-and so totally irresistible. . . . but everything she wants Bad-boy golf champion Brett McGraw figured his hometown of Sugar, Georgia was the perfect place to lay low and get his life back up to par. The leggy blonde with a pint-sized pup is the kind of sweet ‘n sassy trouble he never saw coming. She doesn’t know a nut from a bolt and before long, he’s renovating her house . . . as she steals his heart. Can he convince Josephina that his womanizing ways are in the past and he’s ready for forever?

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Adair_Sugar's Twice As Sweet_MMExcerpt…

A heat passed through her eyes that told him she liked his touching her, liked being with him. Determined to find out just how much she liked his hands on her, he tightened his grip on her hip, shifting closer until they brushed up against each other. He dipped his head, just enough to let her know his intent. Her breath caught and suddenly their mouths were only a fraction apart. Their gazes held, neither talking, just sharing breath. “Brett,” she whispered again, her voice a little thick. “We shouldn’t. I just got out of a relationship and you, well, it’s weird that I don’t even know you but I’ve seen your tattoo and…” Brett smiled. So she had seen the video. Paid close enough attention to notice his tattoo, which meant she was staring in the vicinity of his ass. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. But her dilated eyes and shallow breathing were. It was the damnedest thing, they were barely touching and yet he was reacting as if they were naked and pressed against each other. Maybe this was what he needed, one night to get her out of his system, then he could forget about this crazy attraction and go back to lying low. Just one night. He lowered his head and she went up on her toes. Her eyes fluttered shut. He wasn’t sure who started it, but suddenly they were kissing, her arms on his chest, his in her hair. Their lips brushed once, and then some more. Tender little kisses that made his chest tight and his jeans even tighter. She gave a small purr of approval that was pretty much his undoing. She didn’t grab or demand, instead cuddling into him all soft and vulnerable. So damn vulnerable. With another sexy sigh she pulled back, just enough so that they weren’t kissing but were sharing breath, staring into each other’s eyes. Hers were huge and unguarded, showing him every damn thing she was feeling. Brett tensed, waiting—hoping like hell—for her to push him away. End this and give him an easy out. Too bad nothing about her was easy. She wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling him close enough to bury her head in his chest, and her whole body melted into his. That one move changed the game. He stood there, stock-still, his hands at his side. His brain raced, trying to figure out what she needed from him. Apparently, it was a hug, because when he wrapped his arms around her, she let go a warm sigh that went all the way to his heart. She held on to him as if she were afraid there was somewhere else he’d rather be. Which should have terrified him, because there wasn’t. He could stand there all night and just hold her, listen to this soft little sounds of hers, which turned him on almost as much as her mouth. A sure sign that was he was in trouble. A lot of trouble.  

 

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AdairSUGARISTWICEASSWEETMarinaAbout the author:

Marina Adair is a lifelong fan of romance novels. Along with the Sugar series, she is also the author of the St. Helena Vineyard series. She currently lives in a hundred-year-old log cabin, nestled in the majestic redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains, with her husband and daughter. As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive. She also loves to interact with readers and you can catch her on Twitter at @MarinaEAdair or visit her at www.MarinaAdair.com.

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NEW RELEASE~ CHILDREN’S~ FROSTBITE~ JULIA DWECK…with review

The winter holidays are fast approaching and each one inspires the inviting warmth of family and friends. This year, I’d like to introduce a new and loyal friend to your holiday gathering, FROSTBITE! 🙂 

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FROSTBITE

JULIA DWECK

Summary from publisher, Sleepy Sheep Productions:

Bestselling children’s author, Julia Dweck, shares the magic of the holiday season in a delightful story of a boy’s wish for a dog of his very own. After a wintry mix of snow and love, two icy mounds come to life with a bark, a wiggle and a wag. The wonder of childhood is born in one frisky snowpup named Frostbite. Children will be enchanted by the artistry of Robb Mommaerts, whose illustrations perfectly capture the magic of this imaginative “tail.” Told in rhyme by a boy whose dream comes true, this tale will warm the heart of young readers and any parent who remembers wishing for a dog of their very own.

So that’s the truth amidst the snow—
As day turned into night,
I found a dog to call my own.
I’m glad I caught Frostbite
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  • Paperback: 56 pages
  • Publisher: Sleepy Sheep Productions LLC; 1 edition (November 3, 2014)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0991256263
  • ISBN-13: 978-0991256266

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Barnes and Noble (It is not listed yet here, so you must use this link.)

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Biography

Julia Dweck is a published author of children’s books for digital and print publication. Her stories span the spectrum of humor, fantasy and edutainment in rhyme and in prose.

Julia’s background in elementary education affords her the opportunity to be in touch with what children want to read and what makes them giggle. She’s collaborated with leading illustrators in the world of children’s literature to produce over 30 books. Her titles have garnered placement on Amazon’s bestsellers lists, “Kindle Daily Deals” and customer top rated lists.

In her spare time, Julia is a designer of educational adjuncts for children’s literature, and has worked with such notable publishing houses as Penguin Young Readers. She presented at the 2012 National Center for Family Literacy for her creative use of technology in the classroom.

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GUEST BLOGGER: SALLY ORR~THE RAKE’S HANDBOOK: Including Field Guide~ with Rafflecopter Giveaway,review and excerpt…

Please help us welcome today’s guest…

SALLY ORR

{Historical Romance author}

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Welcome, Sally!!

MBA&M: Why write in this time period?

England under Regency rule took place from 1811 to 1821. Now the time period between 1795 and 1837 is considered the greater Regency-era (Wikipedia) as typified by progress in English architecture, industry, politics, and culture. During this time, much of the technical advances that laid the foundation for our modern world took place. So I use these men as my heroes, because they impress my nerd-girl heart more than an aristocrat who inherited his title ever could.

MBA&M: What was the most difficult scene to write?

The most difficult scenes or extended parts to write are the ones that reveal a growing meeting of the minds between the hero and heroine. The greatest sexual organ is the brain, so it’s a difficult dance to create the growing intellectual connection between two people.

MBA&M: Who was your favorite character to write, including the secondary characters? Why?

Easy peasy, the hero will always be my favorite character to write. The hero in The Rake’s Handbook: Including Field Guide is a kind, generous, and very naughty man. His sexual innuendo and sense of humor was a blast to write.
MBA&M: What freaks you out more. creature/animal, words/language, or food?

Please, tell us all your hidden fears.

ALL my fears? Hmm, I’m probably not aware of half of them. But I do fear stupidity. Or should I say a lack of understanding the facts. Some people nowadays get their information from TV shows that are based on opinion, no matter what political side you are on. I think that leads to divisiveness instead of cooperation. Oh, and I fear watermelon. Hate it! I’m probably the only person on the plant that does. Eww. 

Thank you, Sally, for spending time with us and our readers today!

~~Congratulations on your latest release~~

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The Rake’s Handbook (Including Field Guide) by Sally Orr (Historical Romance; The Rake’s Handbook, Book 1; ISBN: 9781492602118)

Summary:

The definitive guide to seduction…

The Rake’s Handbook was written on a dare, and soon took the ton by storm. Now its author, Ross Thornbury, is publicly reviled by the ladies—who are, of course, forbidden to read the handbook—but privately revered by the gentlemen. Unfortunately, Ross’s notoriety is working against him and he flees London painfully aware of the shortcomings of his own jaded heart.

Spirited young widow Elinor Colton lives next to Ross’s country estate. She’s appalled not only by his rakish reputation, but also by his progressive industrial plans. Elinor is sure she is immune to Ross’s seductive ways. But he keeps coming around…impressing her with his vision for England’s future and stunning her with his smiles.

How does one resist the man who wrote the manual on love?

 

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Sally Orr Author PhotoAbout the Author:

Sally Orr worked for thirty years in medical research, specializing in the discovery of gene function. After joining an English history message board, she posted many, many examples of absolute tomfoolery. As a result, a cyber-friend challenged her to write a novel. Since she is a hopeless Anglophile, it’s not surprising that her first book is a Regency romance. Sally lives with her husband in San Diego, surrounded by too many nerdy books and not enough old English cars.

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Excerpt:

“You really are a rake,” she whispered, the sight and feel of their joined hands warming her cheeks. “A proper gentleman would never hold a lady thus. I have been warned about your charms. Perhaps I too should write everything down. Pen a handbook to instruct my widowed sisters what to expect upon attempted seduction and how to fight it.” “Factual or satirical?” She bit her lower lip to stop an indelicate reply. “I could write that handbook too.” His boast made her smile. “I seem to have found another trait of a rake.” “Humph. I’d be delighted to show you all of my traits. Perhaps start with chapter one?” The determination in his voice indicated he was quite willing to comply. “Please do, sir,” she replied in a facetious tone, tugging her hand free. “But I can already tell that I’ll stop reading your book after the table of contents. You know, all of those funny pages in the front of the book numbered v and i.” He chuckled softly, then stared at her until he captured her gaze. “My handbook starts with fine eyes.” He reached up and swept back a ringlet that had fallen over her eye and carefully tucked the curl under her bonnet. Her heartbeat raced. “The eyes are followed by a notable vee.” His gaze lowered to the upper edge of her bodice and lingered in the center. “Oh my, if that’s the table of contents, I don’t dare read chapter one.” “I’d be pleased to read you all of the chapters. There are a total of . . .” He glanced at her leisurely, from the top of her leghorn bonnet down to her sensible half boots. His focus returned up to her neck—almost. His chest broadened as he inhaled. “Ten.” “Ten.” He gave her a smoldering look from under heavy lashes. “Ten in volume one,” he continued in a silky baritone. “Let’s start with chapter one.” He leaned forward slowly, staring at her mouth, as if he might take liberties and kiss her. The distance between them shortened to inches. Close enough to feel his warm breath.  

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MY THOUGHTS:

THE RAKE’S HANDBOOK: INCLUDING FIELD GUIDE by Sally Orr is an interesting Regency Historical Romance. #1 in “The Rake’s Handbook” series,  and what a beginning!  You gotta love a sensual, humorous hero and a widow whose still in love with her husband. How unique! We usually see widows, who can’t wait to be a widow,but in “The Rake’s Handbook”, we have a widow who actually loved her husband.

A light-hearted Regency, that will have you laughing out loud at times, as well as a some serious themes. Elinor Colton and Ross Thornbury are not looking for love per say, but what they find is unique, and magical.  Oh, Ross also wrote the “Rake’s Handbook” and can’t seem to live it down.

An interesting tale of second chances, with the right blend of romance and humor. “The Rake’s Handbook” explores the relationship between Ross and Elinor with humor, sexual chemistry and drama with a bit of danger, outside influences to keep the couple apart, and some nefarious characters along the way.

While, this is Ms. Orr first novel, I don’t feel it will be her last. She is a writer to watch for in the future. With her humor and drama, anyone would enjoy this tale of finding love and a HEA. A solid  beginning to a debut author and a new series!

*Received for an honest review from the publisher and Net Galley*

Rating: 4

Heat rating: Mild

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

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TOP 5 REASONS TOLOVE A MAN IN UNIFORM~JESSICA SCOTT~ ALL FOR YOU…with rafflecopter giveaway,review and excerpt

All-For-You-Blog-Tour-1Welcome, Jessica!
Yes, who doesn’t love a man in uniform??

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Top 5 reasons to love a man in uniform

5: Shoulders. Military men do a lot of pushups and that makes for really awesome shoulders.

4. Selflessness. There’s just something sexy about a man who will sacrifice everything for something bigger than himself.

3. Dog tags. Because honestly, there’s nothing hotter than where those tags fall right on a man’s sternum.

2. Courage. You have to have courage to take the risk to join up in the first place let alone go to war.

1. Honor. There’s just something about a man who will defend something he believes in. It does it for me every time.
Thank you, Jessica for sharing your thoughts with us today!
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ALL FOR YOU by Jessica Scott (November 25, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)

Can a battle-scarred warrior . . .
Stay sober. Get deployed. Lead his platoon. Those are the only things that matter to Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli. What he wants is for everyone to stay out of his way; what he gets is Captain Emily Lindberg telling him how to deal with his men. Fort Hood’s newest shrink is smart as a whip and sexy as hell. She’s also full of questions-about the army, its soldiers, and the agony etched on Reza’s body and soul.

. . . open his heart to love?
Emily has devoted her life to giving soldiers the care they need-and deserve. Little does she know that means facing down the fierce wall of muscle that is Sergeant Iaconelli like it’s just another day at the office. When Reza agrees to help her understand what makes a soldier tick, she’s thrilled. Too bad it doesn’t help her unravel the sexy warrior in front of her who stokes her desire and touches a part of her she thought long dead. He’s the man who thinks combat is the only escape from the demons that haunt him. The man who needs her most of all . . .

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ALL FOR YOU excerpt…

Scott_All For You_MMEmily watched her friend weave through the crowd of broad-shouldered Cavalrymen and toward the captain. Alone at the bar, Emily twirled her wine in the glass, staring into the swirling pale golden liquid.
She sipped her wine and glanced around the wide open space, feeling the warmth. She was comfortable in this place. A drink after work. A good friend. This was a good life. It was simple. It had purpose. So much better than the complicated mess she’d left behind.
She lifted her glass, savoring the freedom of her rebellion. She might not fit into her uniform just right but she fit here among these soldiers better than she’d ever fit back home.
She saw Olivia gyrating slowly with the captain across the dance floor. Her friend’s movements were slow and sensual, a sultry undulation that spoke of power and of sex. She smiled at her friend’s pleasure. It was enough that Emily could enjoy another’s happiness. She’d come here tonight to relax, to help Olivia celebrate.
“You don’t come here often, do you?”
Emily glanced at the man who’d appeared at her shoulder. He’d been standing with the group of captains that Olivia had just infiltrated.
“Not really,” she said, sipping her drink. She thought about easing away, putting space between where their upper arms touched.
Personal space much? she thought.
“Are you here with friends?” he asked. She caught a heavy scent of beer from his direction, beer mixed with cigar smoke. It was not unpleasant.
She glanced over at Olivia. “Yeah.”
“Not up for company?”
She smiled and finally glanced back at him. “Not really. Thank you though.”
He brushed the tip of his hat with two fingers. “My pleasure, ma’am.”
He swaggered off, leaving her alone at the bar. That had been nice. Too bad she wasn’t interested. Once upon a time, she might have danced but there was something missing from the way he’d carried himself.
He was missing that power that Sergeant Iaconelli wore like it was second nature.
She shook her head and took a long sip of her wine. She’d done nothing but argue with the man but now she was thinking about him in a way that was purely unprofessional.
The heavy iron door swung open at that moment and Emily’s breath caught in her throat.
“Speak of the devil,” she muttered.
Reza Iaconelli stood in the doorway, his gaze scanning the room as though he was taking a headcount. What was it about the man that he was always walking through doors at the wrong time? And this time, his gaze swept the bar and landed directly on her.
His eyes lit up, his mouth flattened. Just a faint flicker, but it was enough to tell her he’d recognized her.
And the familiar hostility was gone.
Her mouth went dry and she took another sip. He wasn’t going to come over. It was going to be fine.
They would keep the rampant hostility and no lines would be blurred.
It would be fine, right?
Except that he was now coming over. Weaving through the crowd, his Stetson adding to his height.
What the hell was she supposed to do about that? The closer he got, the more her stomach flipped beneath her ribs.
She was too tired to fight. And the alcohol would probably allow her to say something that she’d regret come Monday.
His clean white shirt accented his shoulders and made his skin look darker, more appealing. His face was shadowed by the brim of the Stetson.
He was there. A short space separated them. He radiated something—a power.
A rawness.
She was doomed.

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Jessica Scott1About the author:

USA Today bestselling author Jessica Scott is a career army officer; mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs; wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she’s a pretty good shot with her assigned weapon.  She’s currently pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine‘s Americans of the Year for 2012. 

She’s written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View: Regarding War Blog, and Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas.

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MY THOUGHTS:

ALL OF YOU by Jessica Scott is an interesting Contemporary Romance/Romantic Fiction/Women’s Fiction/Military Romance.

“A Coming Home” novel #4, but can be read as a stand alone. Although, I would suggest reading the other three in the series. See,I’ll Be Home For Christmas”, and “Until There was You” and “Back to You”.

A fast paced, thought provoking, Romantic Suspense. Written with well rounded characters, and an intriguing storyline. This is the story of the casualties of war, the demons so many of our military carry with them daily, Military families, and the power of love, trust and honesty. What’s not to enjoy about men in uniform, military, suspense, mystery and romance. It is hard to remember “All for You” is fiction, it is, that good! This series, will linger with you long after the last page. I believe, this is a tale well worth telling and worth the time to read! Readers of Military Romance, suspense, and romance will enjoy “All for You”. Well done!

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Rating: 4.5

Heat rating: Mild

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More


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NEW RELEASE~ FORCED DISAPPEARANCE~ DANA MARTON~with excerpt…

FORCED DISAPPEARANCE by Dana Marton
November 19th, 2014
Forced DisappearanceWhen wealthy American businessman Glenn Danning goes missing in Venezuela, investigator Miranda Soto volunteers to track him down. It’s her first assignment for the Civilian Personnel Recovery Unit, but this mission is about more than salvaging the remnants of her shattered military career. Glenn was Miranda’s best friend and first lover, and she’ll do anything to save him from danger…especially since she just lost everything that mattered to her.
Glenn barely survived being kidnapped and tortured as a suspected spy, but the shock of seeing Miranda again gives him a new lease on life. Their still-simmering attraction grows hotter as the couple races through the treacherous jungle. Determined to reach safe ground, they must stay alive long enough to stop the terrifying enemy who still hunts Glenn. And even if they survive, Miranda’s dark past could jeopardize their future together…
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FORCED DISAPPEARANCE by Dana Marton Excerpt:

THE NEW GLENN WAS DEFINITELY NOT LIKE THE OLD GLENN, MIRANDA
thought as she woke in his arms at dawn, pressed against his wide
chest, soaking up the heat of his hard body.
He’d been a nerdy engineering student. Okay, they’d both been
pretty socially awkward. She’d had braces. He’d had thick, hornedrimmed
glasses. They met in Engineering Principles 101, bonded
over receiving the two highest grades at midterms.
They’d become study buddies first, then lovers after a few
months and a lot of awkward kisses and groping sessions in dark
corners. It had been the first time for the both of them.
“Good morning.” His rusty voice in her ear interrupted her trip
down memory lane.
As soon as he pulled away from her and rolled onto his back,
she missed his heat. Ridiculous. She didn’t need him. She briskly
shoved herself away from the platform. “Fire?”
He sat up and stretched. “We should dry off.”
The makeshift roof had kept most of the night rain off them,
but their clothes were damp.
She dragged out the dry wood they’d stored under the platform,
then grabbed a couple of cigarettes for tinder and started a
fire while Glenn got up and took off his shirt.
He shook off the leaves that had stuck to it, and a couple of
inch-long ants. She brushed off her own shirt, grateful to see that
the ants had left her alone. She blew on the fledgling fire, then
looked up at him.
He was stretching with his back to her, his arms above his head
as he bent at the waist to the right first, then to the left.
Holy mother. The new and improved Glenn had a body that
could have been in one of those firemen pinup calendars. Impressive
cords of muscles flexed under his skin.
“What do you do?” she blurted.
He turned, cocking an eyebrow. “I manage the family company.”
“No, I meant . . .” His sculpted chest distracted her, the faint
smattering of hair that started below his bellybutton and led into
the pants that were a size too large for him, held up only by what
looked like a bamboo rope belt. The waistband sat below his hips
and revealed enough for her to know he wasn’t wearing underwear.
She snapped her gaze back to his. “You look different. Do you
do sports?” Back in the day they used to make fun of the hotshot
football players. If he told her he’d turned into a jock since, she
might just faint into the fire.
He shrugged. “I swim. The pool is a good place to think. I don’t
have to pay much attention, just stay in my lane and keep going.”
“You didn’t used to be sporty.”
“The better health, the fewer sick days, the less time away from
the company.”
Of course. All very logical, very much like him. Nothing geeky
about his swimmer’s body, though—flat abs, great pecs, wide
shoulders.
He stepped forward. “Are you okay? We should find some food.”
Her expression was probably off, but not from hunger.
She looked away from him, tossing another handful of
branches on the fire, and the flames grew. He came closer to hold
his shirt up to the heat. She shifted forward so her clothes would
dry too. She definitely wasn’t stripping.
The sky was still dim, but the fire provided enough light to illuminate
more than the impressive outline of his body. She could do
little but stare at the puckered scars that marred his skin, the rows
of burn marks along his collarbones.
She swallowed, anger rising swiftly. “How badly did they hurt
you?” He shook out his shirt one more time, then shrugged into it, sat
across the fire from her. His mouth tightened as he looked toward
his feet. “No permanent damage.”
“What about the burns? I’m sure they still hurt.”
His expression darkened. “Sometimes the commander smoked
cigars. He liked using me for an ashtray.”
Her stomach clenched. He was half a head taller and nearly twice
as wide in the shoulders, yet she felt her protective instincts take over.
She’d been a soldier, her job to keep America and Americans safe. She
doubted that instinct would ever go away. She wanted to . . . What? Hug
him? Maybe.
She wished she could have come sooner. Her heart twisted at the
thought of what he’d been through in the past few weeks.
She drew a deep breath. Regrets were a waste of time. She was
here now. She was going to do whatever it took to get them back to
the US safely. She popped to her feet with a new burst of energy. “We
should get going.”
“Right.” He brightened at the prospect of leaving the forest
behind. “Let’s do this before the soldiers get all caffeinated.”
She groaned. “Don’t bring up coffee.”
“Remember the wickedly strong espresso in the main hall at MIT?”
She threw a stick at him. “Sadist.” Then she kicked dirt on the
fire while he packed up, laughing at her.
As they moved out, a monkey screeched in the trees above
them, so close it startled her.
Glenn looked up. “Winky?”
“Who?” She followed his gaze.
“My old buddy. We were POWs together. He followed me
when I escaped.” Glenn grinned. “He goes off, then comes back. I
have no idea how he finds me.”
“He probably thinks you’re part of his tribe.” She shook her
head. “He came with you from Guri?”
“He was caged in the courtyard, target practice for the soldiers.
I couldn’t leave him.”
Okay, that was the Glenn she knew, the one with the big heart.
She felt herself softening, so she picked up her pace.
They walked a full hour, Winky following them, jumping from
tree to tree, before they reached the end of the woods. Only a dirt
road separated them from the nearest houses, little more than
hovels, on the edge of the city. Not a difficult distance, but two
guardsmen sat in a military SUV a few hundred feet to their right.
Roberto had the city on lockdown.
Miranda gestured toward the men with her head. Glenn nodded,
and they silently retreated a hundred feet.
“We’ll go around them, then try again in a little while,” she said.
The authorities couldn’t have enough people to circle the entire city,
could they?
He followed when she moved on.
They didn’t talk much. Better not to be overheard if there were
soldiers in the woods. And the going required their full attention.
They had to watch where they stepped, what they grabbed.
Since they were moving as quietly as possible, they heard the
people up ahead before the people could have heard them. Miranda
raised her right hand, her fist in line with her ear.
Though he’d never been in the military, Glenn seemed to get
the signal because he immediately stopped.
She turned back and mouthed, “Soldiers.”
Even as he nodded, they heard laughter and a woman’s voice,
too faint to make out what she was saying.
They crept forward slowly, carefully, crouching in the cover of
a thick stand of bushes once they reached the path. Twenty or so
tourists were walking through the woods, escorted by two guardsmen.
The tourists wore backpacks, looking prepared for a full day
of hiking.
“Are you going up in the plane to see Angel Falls tomorrow?” a
tall, aristocratic-looking woman asked in a British accent.
Her partner, a pudgy, red-headed fellow, shook his head. “I
think I’ll stay back at lodgings to download the photos and sort
through them a bit.” He was snapping pictures even as he spoke.
“Do you think the guards are necessary?” the woman asked.
The man shrugged as he moved on. “They’re worried about
the two fugitives the tour guide told us about this morning. Better
safe than sorry.”
The guards trailed behind them, bringing up the rear.
Miranda flashed Glenn a questioning look. If there were
guardsmen with the tourists, then they had to be all over the city.
How many National Guards had Roberto called into Santa Elena?
Her stomach growled. Glenn had to be hungry too. She
looked after the small group as they disappeared from sight on
the winding path. The nearest food was in those backpacks. And
maybe a phone too. If she could call Elaine at the office, they
might yet be saved. The general could enter some kind of diplomatic
negotiations if he had proof that two US citizens were here
under duress.
She nodded after the tour group and whispered, “Breakfast
and phone.”
Glenn’s lips stretched into a grin.
God, that grin could do things to her. She swallowed. Could.
As in the past. Definitely not now.
They followed the group at a distance. The monkey screeched
now and then, but the sound wasn’t out of place, blending in with
birdcalls. Nobody turned back to investigate.
The tourists fawned over every new plant, snapped photos of
every leaf and bug. Miranda kept close to them, but out of sight.
At some point, the group would have to stop to eat and relieve
themselves, if nothing else. Sooner or later, those backpacks would
come off and be set on the ground. And a clever hand reaching out
from the bushes might come up with something useful then. She
just had to wait.
So they did, for two full hours, before the boisterous group
stopped at last in the middle of a clearing. Backpacks did drop to
the ground, but nowhere near where one could be raided.
The tour guide stood on a stump to gain everyone’s attention.
“We have the third-highest woody bamboo diversity in Latin
America.” He spoke in English with a soft accent, beaming with
pride. “About ten genera and sixty species. Among our states, the
southern states have the greatest diversity of woody bamboo.”
One of the tourists raised a hand as if in school. “Could you
tell us more about the different species?” he asked in a heavy German
accent.
“Certainly.” The man on the stump smiled even wider. “Most
of the bamboo are Myriocladus or Chusquea. The rest are from
the genera Rhipidocladum, Atractantha, Guadua, Arthrostylidium,
Neurolepis, Elytrostachys, Merostachys‚ and Aulonemia.” His chest
puffed out. “We have more Guadua diversity than any other country
except Brazil.”
An excited twitter ran through the group. Miranda flashed
Glenn an unimpressed look. Apparently, they’d run into botanists
on holiday.
“Does bamboo play a major role in the economy?” a young
woman wanted to know, her lilting accent decidedly French.
“Unfortunately, no. Not yet,” the guide answered. “Other than
the bamboo spoons and bowls and other souvenirs you see in the
gift shops, our bamboo resources are underutilized. But the government
is conducting studies on how we could better use bamboo
as a natural resource.”
He paused before he went on. “Of course, the indigenous people
and the peasants build houses from it. It’s also used for drying
racks for tobacco. But bamboo-based organic textiles are becoming
popular. And bamboo flooring is catching on. Unlike hardwood,
bamboo is an easily replenished resource.”
He went on about that for another twenty minutes before the
group moved on. His last words were, “I’ll point out species and
genera as we go.”
Oh, jeez, let’s get the party started, Miranda thought. But the
tourists looked positively titillated, while she and Glenn exchanged
snarky expressions. Back at MIT, there’d been a friendly rivalry
between the engineering and life sciences departments. They’d
enjoyed outdoing each other in the Nerd Olympics.
The tourists soon came into an enormous stand of bamboo.
They followed a man-made path, but off the beaten track, the stalks
grew too close to each other. In places, Miranda and Glenn could
barely squeeze through.
When forward movement became impossible, they waited
until the group progressed far enough ahead, then they fought
their way to the path and followed behind, out of sight.
Another two hours passed by the time the group stopped
again, on the other side of the endless stand of bamboo, where a
zip-line course waited for them in the trees. Miranda and Glenn
went around them, stayed in cover as the tourists dropped their
backpacks, climbed a rope ladder to a large platform twenty feet off
the ground, then to a second platform twenty feet above that, then
a third platform twenty feet higher yet.
While they lined up for their next thrilling experience, the two
guardsmen stayed on the ground.
“I distract the guards, you grab some food and a cell phone,”
Miranda whispered to Glenn.
“I’ll distract the guards.”
Seriously? He needed to exert his male dominance now? She
rolled her eyes and skirted the clearing, moving as close to the
bags as possible. Then she waited until she heard some stomping
and branches cracking across the clearing in the woods.
The guardsmen grabbed their rifles and ran toward the sound.
She waited until they disappeared into the bushes before she
sprinted forward. One second. In the first bag she found a large,
empty Ziploc bag with crumbs, probably the remains of somebody’s
breakfast.
Nobody was going to miss an empty bag. She grabbed it. Two
seconds. She looked for opened bags of food—pretzels, nuts, bitesize
nutrition bars, raisins—and grabbed a handful from each,
dumping her loot into the empty bag. At least half a minute ticked
by, but by the end she had at least two pounds’ worth of trail mix,
and in such a way that nobody would miss anything.
She was elbow deep into a fancy black backpack when a tourist—
the young Frenchwoman—climbed down the rope ladder and
nearly caught her.
Heart pumping, Miranda jumped behind the tree, the trunk at
least three feet wide, enough to hide her.
She peeked toward the bags. Oh, man. The flap on the fancy
black backpack lay open. She hadn’t closed it. She pulled back into
cover since the woman was heading straight toward the pile.
Would she notice?
Would she stay down here?
Miranda held her breath. If the woman stayed and the guardsmen
came back . . . They’d notice her. If not immediately, then
when the rest of the botanists returned to the ground and began
milling around. She could stay on the opposite side of the tree
from one person. It’d be impossible with twenty people spreading
out.
Shit.
Think!
Were the guardsmen authorized to shoot on sight, or had they
been ordered to bring the fugitives back? Either way, she suspected
the end result would be very similar.
The woman sat on the pile of backpacks and drank deeply from
her water bottle, even as Miranda could hear voices in the bushes
where the guardsmen had disappeared. The voices grew louder as
the seconds ticked on. The men were coming back.
She glanced toward the woods. If she ran now, the woman
would see her. She’d probably scream. The guardsmen would be
after Miranda the next second. Poised to flee, she pulled out her
weapon, hoping Glenn was smart enough to run in the opposite
direction and save himself once gunfire erupted.
But the Frenchwoman stashed away her drink at last and hurried
back to the ladder, climbing back up with agility.
The guardsmen were still shouting to each other in the bushes.
So the second the French tourist was on the first platform, Miranda
dashed back to the backpacks. She wanted a cell phone, desperately.
She closed the bag she’d left open earlier, then searched the
outer pockets. Nothing there, but she found a phone in the second
bag she checked. As she tugged it out, her sleeve caught on
the zipper of a pink hygiene kit. Would the owner notice if it
went missing? Possibly not until she got back to the hostel. Most
likely, she would think it had fallen out during her trek through
the jungle.
Miranda grabbed the kit and dashed back into the cover of the
woods, not a moment too soon. The guardsmen were returning, all
muddied up and swearing, talking about a stupid monkey.
She hurried back to Glenn, feeling a hundred percent better
about their chances.
They had food and they had a phone. They were as good as
saved.

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DANA MARTON PIC 11.19About the author…
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Dana Marton has thrilled and entertained millions of readers around the globe with her fast-paced stories about strong women and honorable men who fight side by side for justice and survival.
Kirkus Reviews calls her writing “compelling and honest.” RT Book Review Magazine said, “Marton knows what makes a hero…her characters are sure to become reader favorites.” Her writing has been acclaimed by critics, called, “gripping,” “intense and chilling,” “full of action,” “a thrilling adventure,” and wholeheartedly recommended to readers. Dana is the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, the Readers’ Choice Award, and Best Intrigue, among other awards. Her book, TALL, DARK, AND LETHAL was nominated for the prestigious Rita Award. DEATHSCAPE reached the #1 spot on Amazon’s Romantic Suspense Bestseller list.
Dana has a Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction, and is continuously studying the art and craft of writing, attending several workshops, seminars and conferences each year. Her number one goal is to bring the best books she possibly can to her readers.
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COVER REVEAL~ FOUR DAYS~ Dannika Dark… *Mature audiences*

“Four Days” by Dannika Dark
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November 19, 2014

Four Days
(Seven Series, Book #4)

By Dannika Dark

Blurb:
Ivy believes every life must have balance, and during the past year, she’s found harmony living with the Weston pack. When an evil spirit from her past threatens her wolf, it sets off a chain reaction of events that alters the course of her destiny.
Lorenzo Church is a powerful, wealthy Packmaster who rules his pack through intimidation and order. He has vowed to never love a woman because love can destroy an empire. But chaos is fast approaching in the form of a Shifter named Ivy—a Native American, like him, who has invaded his dreams since the moment they met. She is spirited, wise, and unattainable.
In an unexpected turn of events, Ivy must choose whether or not to let go of the one person she has always loved. Lorenzo discovers the root of her courage but will never win her as his mate unless he learns to listen to his heart.
Release Date:
December 16, 2014
Excerpt
“Call me Enzo.”
I turned to look at him and his eyes fell to my lips. “It’s not respectful to address a Packmaster so informally.”
He pinched his chin thoughtfully. “Only business associates call me Church.”
“Then I’ll call you Lorenzo.”
Lorenzo reached over and gently tugged the end of my braid. “Is something wrong with Enzo?”
“Do you want to be compared to a flashy piece of machinery that’s fast, loud, and unattainable?”
He put his hands back on the wheel and throttled the engine. “I can be compared to anything with stamina.”
“Mechanical things require too much attention to keep going on their own. How much attention do you require?”
“Sweet Ivy, what a wicked tongue you have.”
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About the Author
This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here’s what I can tell you:  I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I’m a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70’s to a military dad who moved us around the world.
When I’m not writing (which is all the time), I’m hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don’t like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I’m not sure which).
Throughout my life, I’ve had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my “head stories” that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down – creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.
It’s almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.
Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I’m a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.
I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I’ve had a few people ask), but I think it’s wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.
I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don’t like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.
But it’s what I love to do.
Danni
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RELEASE DAY!! A COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS PROMISE~MAGGIE MCGINNIS~ with review

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From the publisher:

In a captivating novel spiced with holiday magic—perfect for fans of Rachel Gibson, Susan Mallery, and Molly O’Keefe—a rugged Montana man mends a Northeast girl’s jaded heart.

Boston veterinarian Hayley Scampini tends the city’s pampered pets but dreams of the rural life of a country vet. She’s single and determined to stay that way, convinced that love isn’t permanent enough to trust. Then a vacation to the Whisper Creek dude ranch introduces her to Daniel McKee, a sexy single dad who runs the kind of veterinary practice she aspires to—and rattles her conviction to keep men at a distance.

Managing a thriving practice, coping with the loss of his wife, and fighting a custody battle with his in-laws over his twin daughters, Daniel couldn’t be more overwhelmed. Hayley is a godsend, accompanying him in the field and winning over his girls. It doesn’t take Daniel long to realize he’s falling for this woman, hard and fast. So before Hayley returns to Boston, he extracts a promise: that she will return to Whisper Creek for Christmas. It’s the perfect time and place to show Hayley that the promise of a beautiful life together is something she can believe in.

Praise for A Cowboy’s Christmas Promise
 
“Witty dialogue, a heartwarming story, and a hero I’d like to take home with me combine for a compelling and enjoyable read. Maggie McGinnis has crafted a novel sure to make you want a cowboy of your own!”New York Times bestselling author Cheyenne McCray
 
A Cowboy’s Christmas Promise will warm your heart from the very first page!”—Bestselling author Jane Porter

“Sparks fly for many reasons and not just when Hayley attempts to make lasagna. . . . McGinnis keeps readers involved with blended plotlines that balance the characters’ complications.”Library Journal

“I found myself drawn into the book by McGinnis’s humor and her talent at creating real characters I could empathize with. I also identified with the warmth of the circle of three friends.”Idaho Statesman

“An emotional but enjoyable holiday read.”—Tangled Hearts and Boxer Briefs
 
Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

  • Print Length: 293 pages
  • Publisher: Loveswept (November 18, 2014)
  • Sold by: Random House LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00KK0PJIS

 A COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS PROMISE are available at major book retailers like these:

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About the author…

Maggie McGinnisMaggie McGinnis is a USA Today® Bestselling author  and Golden Heart® Finalist who writes humorous contemporary romance and cozy mysteries.

Her heroines are smart and sassy, and her heroes are ju-ust right … but only if they find the right gals!

She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, and is agented by the fabulous Courtney Miller-Callihan of Sanford J. Greenburger Associates.

Maggie’s Whisper Creek series is published by Random House Loveswept®, and her upcoming Echo Lake series will be published by St. Martin’s Press.

Want to connect? Great!! You can find Maggie on Twitter and Facebook. Thus far she’s avoided Pinterest because she knows herself, and there is no coming back from that place.

Stop in, poke around, and make yourself at home. She’s so glad you came!

 

Visit her website: http://maggiemcginnis.com/

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MY THOUGHTS:

A COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS PROMISE by Maggie McGinnis is a wonderful Holiday Contemporary Western Romance. “The Whisper Creek Series”, book 2, but can be read as a stand alone. See, “Accidental Cowgirl”.

A heartwarming story with witty banter, characters that warm your heart, a circle of friends, and twists and turns. Her heroes are your boy next door with a bit of alpha character about them, her heroines are sassy, strong and smart. You won’t find a more suitable group of characters.

A spicy, captivating holiday read that will leave you sweaty and energized. The storyline is interesting and emotional. The characters are well developed and engaging. Well blended! Perfect for the holiday season.

*Received for an honest review from the publisher and Net Galley*

Rating: 4

Heat rating: Mild

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

 

 

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ~ TAKE A CHANCE~ CARIDAD PINEIRO…EROTIC ROMANCE BOXED SET…*Mature Content*

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Blurb: 
Three sexy novellas about risking it all for a chance at love and passion . . .
 
JUST ONE NIGHT 
 
Jason Hart has just one night to prove to his best friend’s older sister that anything is possible . . . 
 
Nicole de Salvo has been in love – and lust – for her little brother’s best friend for years. For years she’s watched from afar and done nothing about her attraction for Jason Hart only now their time together is almost at an end. On their last night together will she find the courage to do something about her feelings, or will she live with regret for the rest of her life? 
 
ONE SPECIAL NIGHT 
 
It’s been nearly six months since Tommy de Salvo’s fiancée cheated and left him in the midst of wedding preparations because up-and-coming businessman Tommy was all work and no play. The last thing Tommy wants or needs is to be attracted to another woman who won’t be around for too long. A woman just like Navy Corpsman Jasmine Reyes. She’s rough, tough, and determined to go it alone, but Tommy knows that if he passes up this opportunity, he may regret it more than the loss of his fiancée . . . 
 
Jasmine “Doc” Reyes is both emotionally and physically scarred after her tour of duty. Wounded in battle, all she can think about is rebuilding her life and continuing with the career that she’s dreamed about since she was a young child. She has no time for rich sexy men who’ve never had a care in the world and wouldn’t understand her determination. But Tommy’s charm is seductive and she knows that she has to explore the attraction, even if it’s only for this one special night. 
 
ONE LAST NIGHT 
 
It’s been over a year since Marine Lieutenant Trevor Mason and his father have spoken. After nearly losing his life during a Taliban attack in Afghanistan, Trevor wants to end the rift between them so he can return to active duty with some peace of mind. But a visit to his father’s office only serves to show Trevor that his father isn’t as eager to reunite. If not for the intervention of Samuel Mason’s spunky and very sexy intern, Trevor would probably be returning to Afghanistan with his one wish unfulfilled. 
 
Trevor Mason had used to do all kinds of things to Maggie Sullivan’s insides when she worked at the country club his family used to attend. Five years later, there is little left of the teen she knew in the stoic Marine who only wants some time with his father. When Trevor’s father backs out of his son’s dinner invitation at the last minute, Maggie does the only thing she can: she goes to Trevor’s apartment to deliver the news, but she can’t leave him alone on his one last night before returning to duty. 
 
Thrown together, Trevor and Maggie can’t ignore the sexual heat between them. As they satisfy one set of needs, another slowly develops as passion breathes life into other emotions. Will Trevor and Maggie’s one last night together possibly lead to many other nights in the future? 
 
 

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