Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Entangled Publishing Valentine Blitz: Treat Yourself-February 12-16!


Don't you love a great sale? Treat yourself this week for some Valentine's Day reading from Entangled!


Love is in the air and your next book boyfriend is waiting for you.


Check out these books that are on sale THIS WEEK ONLY from Entangled Publishing!

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Beyond the Stars by Stacy Wise

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Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid
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Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night (Rebellious Desires, #1)


Falling for her Soldier by Ophelia London
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Falling for Her Soldier (Perfect Kisses, #3)

Her Summer with the Marine by Susan Meier
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Her Summer with the Marine (The Donovan Brothers, #1)

His Best Mistake by Diane Alberts
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His Best Mistake (Shillings Agency, #6)

Hold Me Until Midnight by Christina Phillips
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Hold Me Until Midnight (Grayson Brothers, #1)


Pretend It's Love by Stefanie London
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Pretend It's Love (Behind the Bar, #2)

Seducing Charlotte by Diana Quincy
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Seducing Charlotte (Accidental Peers, #1)


The Heartbeat Hypothesis by Lindsey Frydman
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The Heartbeat Hypothesis



The Wrong Kind of Compatible by Kadie Scott
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The Wrong Kind of Compatible (Love Undercover, #1)



About the book

Data analyst Cassie Howard may be brilliant (and, okay, a little awkward), but she’s worked hard to get where she is. She definitely doesn’t need some sexy new analyst coming in and taking credit for her work. Or the inappropriate thoughts that keep popping out of her mouth she’d rather he not hear.


For undercover FBI agent Drew Kerrigan, computers have always made more sense than people, but he’d better develop some slick social skills in a hurry if he’s going to win over the too-tantalizing-for-his-sanity Cassie. Hacking their systems was easy. Now he’s just got to hack the one person in the company most likely to see through his ruse…


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About the author

Award-winning contemporary romance author, Kadie Scott, attempted to find a practical career by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it. No matter the genre, she loves to write witty, feisty heroines, sexy heroes who deserve them, and a cast of lovable characters to surround them (and maybe get their own stories). She currently resides in Austin, Texas, with her own personal hero, her husband, and their two children, who are growing up way too fast. Kadie also writes award-winning paranormal romance as Abigail Owen.


Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Blog Tour for RUNAWAY GROOM By Lauren Groom! Review, Excerpt & Giveaway Jan 29th-Feb 9th


“Lauren Layne gets the red rose for this one, and fans of The Bachelor will fall in love with this thoroughly charming story.”Kate O’Keeffe, bestselling author


RUNAWAY GROOM
I Do, I Don't - Book 2
Lauren Layne
Releasing Jan 30, 2018
Loveswept


For one charming playboy, getting cast on a Bachelor-esque reality TV show is the shock of a lifetime—until he finds love where he least expects it.

Gage Barrett’s reputation as a ladies’ man has been greatly exaggerated, but none of that matters after a drunken bet lands him on Jilted, a reality TV show that matches runaway grooms with wannabe brides. Now he’s stuck at a Hawaiian resort with nineteen women competing to drag him back to the altar—and one contestant who’s even more miserable than he is. Gage has no idea how feisty, independent Ellie Wright wound up in the cast, but it’s obvious she hates his guts. And if there’s one thing Gage likes, it’s a challenge. . . .

Ellie can’t believe she let her best friend talk her into exchanging her dignity for a glorified bikini contest. Still, she could use the exposure—her business is struggling—and she’ll probably be one of the first to get eliminated anyway. But Gage isn’t the shallow jerk Ellie anticipated—and he’s in no rush to send her home. As stolen kisses turn into secret trysts, she finds herself losing track of what’s real and what’s for the camera. With the wedding finale looming, this runaway groom is tempting Ellie to start believing in storybook endings.




Lauren Layne delivers again with RUNAWAY GROOM, the second book in the I Do I don't series. This is a fun and flirty series with the premise of a reality show in THE BACHELOR vein. Instead of a proposal for the last show, there is supposed to be a wedding.

     Gage Barrett is the groom, a sexy Hollywood actor who loses a bet to a friend to appear on the show JILTED but is honorable enough to go through with it. Ellie is a contestant who just wants some publicity for her growing tee shirt business. No one is more surprised than she is when she is chosen to appear as one of the wannabe brides. Let the chemistry begin!

     As always, Ms Layne delivers a story full of humor and electric chemistry between Gage and Ellie. At first, she has no use for the future groom and actually hopes to get let go after her appearance on the show. Gage is intrigued by her and her reluctance to continue and I loved the banter between them. What I liked about Gage, is that he is a multi-layered character. He is unapologetic about the perks he gets from being a celebrity, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings. He is at a point in his life where he wants something more and something meaningful in his life as well as to be taken seriously. Ellie pushes his buttons at first and he discovers someone who gets him and doesn't want something from him.

     Ellie may have just wanted some publicity for her business, but she soon finds out that she has made assumptions about Gage. She lets him talk her into staying on the show for a while and help him "spy" on some of the other contestants who would be a bad fit for him. This leads to some serious (and funny) texting and a secret meeting place to go over the details. The more they are together, the more you feel the smolder between them. 

     I loved the previous story READY TO RUN, but I thought RUNAWAY GROOM was even better. Looking at reality television and the craziness it brings out in some people is eye opening even in fiction. I really felt drawn to Gage and rooted for his true happiness with Ellie. And Ellie found out some truths about herself, her passions and an unexpected forever with someone like Gage. If each story keeps getting better, I can only wonder what the next book in the series will be like!  



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Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in 2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she's written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAYNew York Times, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.




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Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Tour For ABOUT THAT KISS by Jill Shalvis!


ABOUT THAT KISS 
Heartbreaker Bay #5
Jill Shalvis
Avon Books




When love drives you crazy . . .

When sexy Joe Malone never calls after their explosive kiss, Kylie shoves him out of her mind. Until she needs a favor, and it’s a doozy. Something precious to her has been stolen and there’s only one person with unique finder-and-fixer skills that can help—Joe. It means swallowing her pride and somehow trying to avoid the temptation to throttle him—or seduce him.

the best thing to do . . .

No, Joe didn’t call after the kiss. He’s the fun time guy, not the forever guy. And Kylie, after all she’s been through, deserves a good man who will stay. But everything about Kylie makes it damned hard to focus, and though his brain knows what he has to do, his heart isn’t getting the memo.

… is enjoy the ride.

As Kylie and Joe go on the scavenger hunt of their lives, they discover surprising things about each other. Now, the best way for them to get over “that kiss” might just be to replace it with a hundred more.
 



Contemporary romance at it's finest...and funniest. ABOUT THAT KISS is a fun and flirty story about Joe and Kylie who share an amazing and unforgettable kiss one night-then-nothing. Our Joe is commitment shy and ignores the zing of interest towards Kylie in his heart. Kylie ignores the disappointment at first, her boss and friend Gil is showing interest in her at last. She's been interested in Gil for a long time, but now the spark is gone. Besides now, something dear to her is missing and she needs Joe's help in retrieving it.

     I loved the premise of this story. Kylie is a woman with a career she loves, working as a woodworker and creating beautiful items. She was taught by her grandfather who raised her. She also knows her mind and refuses to settle for just anything. When a small precious item goes missing, she strikes a bargain with the reluctant Joe.

     Ah, Joe. He is such a guy. He is strong, confident, and sexy as hell. It was such fun watching him fall for Kylie. In his heart he can't resist her, but his brain has him wanting to run in the opposite direction. But Kylie needed him. I didn't expect the "who done it" thread in the story. It brought another layer to this wonderfully humorous love story.

If you love stories with a zany premise, a hint of mystery, heroines who know what they want and hunky heroes brought to their knees by Cupid, do yourself a favor a favor and get this book! Jill Shalvis writes fun and heartwarming tales with characters that make you feel that you know them, so enjoy another visit to Heartbreaker Bay.




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     Joe studied her. “I asked you once before, but now I’m going to ask you again. Is there something going on between you two?”

She tossed up her hands. “Why do you both keep asking me that about each other?”

His eyes narrowed. “I thought nothing was going on.”

And before today, I could’ve passed a lie detector test on that,” she said.

What happened today?”

She paused. Not because she had anything to be ashamed of, but because she wasn’t quite sure what had happened.

Kylie.”

She sighed. “It’s nothing.”

Try again,” Joe said and gave her the very male universal go on gesture.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. He . . . finally made a move on me.”

Joe didn’t budge. Not a blink, not a muscle twitch, nothing, but she could’ve popped corn off the electric tension coming off him.

Describe ‘made a move,’ ” he finally said.

She crossed her arms. “And again, how is this relevant to my case?”

He just gave her that careful stare again and she thought wow, those eyes of his should be registered as a lethal weapon, because she found herself opening her mouth and spilling her guts. “He kissed me.”

He kissed you.”

Yeah,” she said. “Do you know that you often repeat what I say?”

What kind of a kiss?” he asked.

She was momentarily bewildered. “I don’t know. It was a kiss. A normal kiss. A nice kiss.” She cocked her head at him. “How many kinds of kisses are there?”

He just looked at her for a long moment before coming toward her. He backed her to the wall and pressed his big hands on either side of her head.

There are many kinds of kisses,” he said.

Her breath had backed up in her throat, where her heart had lodged, pounding wildly. “S-s-such as?”

Such as this one.” And then he leaned in and covered her mouth with his.
At the touch of Joe’s mouth, Kylie’s brain stopped being capable of rational thought. His tongue gave a knee-weakening stroke against hers and she let out a shockingly needy moan as she clutched at him, fisting her hands in the material of his shirt at his chest. Only when he’d thoroughly plundered and pillaged and left her boneless did he lift his head and
look into her eyes.

Wow,” she whispered, fully aware she was still holding on to him like he was a lifeline, but the bones in her legs had liquefied. “I mean . . .” She shook her head. “Wow.”

He nodded. “Yeah. So to be clear, that wasn’t ‘a normal kiss’ or even ‘a nice kiss.’ It was a ‘wow’ kiss. Any questions?”

Just one,” she said softly. “Can I have another?”

Joe didn’t have to be asked twice. His mouth immediately descended again, his fingers sliding into her hair to change the angle of the kiss to suit him. It was a controlled, alpha thing to do, but she had only one thought—nothing about the usually carefully, purposely leashed Joe was in control at the moment.

And she liked it.

She had no idea how long they went at it because she was in absolute heaven. Who knew that the man could use his preferred silent mode to communicate in a way that she finally approved of?

Only when she was completely breathless and about to strip him down to his birthday suit did she manage to pull back.

Any more questions?” he asked, also a little bit breathless, which was more than slightly gratifying. Dumbly, she shook her head. His eyes softened and he gently he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “And FYI? Gib’s an idiot.”






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New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras with her family and far too many assorted quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. 


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Friday, November 17, 2017

Lauren Layne's AN EX FOR CHRISTMAS Blog Tour Nov. 6-17! Review & Giveaway


Named Best Book of the Month by Amazon


AN EX FOR CHRISTMAS
Love Unexpectedly
Lauren Layne
Releasing Nov 7, 2017
Loveswept



She’s making a list—and checking it twice. But is there a nice guy among all her naughty exes? The New York Times bestselling author of Blurred Lines returns with a charming friends-to-lovers rom-com.


When a psychic tells spunky, superstitious Kelly Byrne that she’s already met her true love, she becomes obsessed with the idea of tracking him down before Christmas. Kelly immediately writes up an “Ex List” and starts contacting old boyfriends to figure out which one is the one. When her college sweetheart rolls into town, Kelly convinces herself that they’re meant to be. The trouble is, sparks are flying with someone she’s never given a chance: her best friend, Mark.

Mark Blakely has watched the guys on Kelly’s list break her heart, and he’s not looking forward to watching them do it all over again. Mark’s always been there for her, but the timing’s never worked out for their relationship to be something more. Now, just as Mark is ready to move on, the sexual tension between them is suddenly off the charts. With Christmas morning around the corner, he just hopes Kelly will wake up and realize that everything she wants has been right in front of her all along.




AN EX FOR CHRISTMAS is a fun and breezy romance perfect for the holiday season. Kelly is still single and meets a psychic who tells her that she already knows her "one".  So she writes a list of her ex's and decides that she will meet up each one to see which is her destiny. Her best friend Mark next door thinks she is crazy but is always there for her. And he knows her better than anyone.
     The superstitious Kelly is a frustrating heroine who goes through her list in some humorous situations. One problem is that she didn't totally get the meaning of what the psychic meant. She also had trouble seeing the truth that was right before her eyes. And Mark is a great guy, but he needed some communication skills. Together, they give you a fun ride as the truth of  true love is revealed. I would add this to my reading list!
      


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As I walk, I check the weather app on my phone, delighted to see that while it’s nothing but rain today, there’s a chance of a snow shower tomorrow. Nothing says Christmas break like snow.
I just miss my train, but there’s a decent-ish voice singing “White Christmas” nearby, and the platform’s not too crowded, so waiting’s not as bad as it could be.
My eye catches on a middle-aged woman who’s set up camp under one of the stairwells. It’s not unusual to see all manner of people under the streets of New York, although this one’s better dressed than most. She’s wearing a blousy red shirt, jeans, and ankle boots, and is sitting cross-legged on a plaid blanket. She’s got twigs of what seem to be fake roses in her hair.
None of that’s the weird part.
What’s weird is that she’s watching me. Intently.
We make awkward eye contact, and I give a quick smile before turning my attention back to my phone.
But I still feel her eyes on me.
Not in an unfriendly way, not in the way that makes me mentally catalog whether or not I saw any cops on my way down here who would hear me if I scream. She doesn’t seem eager to push me onto the train tracks either, and since that’s every New Yorker’s secret fear, that’s a plus.
Still, the focus is unsettling. I glance up again, and her eyes lock on mine. Her dark gaze is clear and focused, and I can’t decide if that’s more or less disturbing than if she seemed sort of hazy.
Then she smiles right at me. “Kelly.”
I get immediate goosebumps for reasons that have nothing to do with the winter weather. She knows my name.
Come.” She beckons. “Come. I see.
Now you’re thinking, Hell, no. Run!
I should be thinking the same, and on some level, I am, but . . .
There are a couple dozen people around. None are paying attention to me, but it’s not like I’m all alone in a dark alley.
And look, we’ve already established that I believe in fate expressing itself through a Magic 8 ball and horoscopes, and though I haven’t mentioned it yet, I totally avoid black cats, the number thirteen, and walking under ladders.
I also believe that there’s such a thing as sight. I know, because my grandma had it.
Grandma Shirley was one of those delightfully batty old ladies that most people dismissed as quirky, but nobody can deny that she seemed to know stuff. She knew when I’d win my soccer game, and by how many points. She knew when her cat’s litter of kittens would be born, down to the minute. Once she’d even predicted an earthquake, even though they’re really rare in New York.
She’d passed away when I was in eleventh grade (she’d predicted the when and how of that too), and though I didn’t inherit her talents, I’ve never stopped believing that some people see and know things that they shouldn’t. I call it the Sight.
I step closer, and the woman grins and beckons me even nearer.
I stop a healthy few feet away. I’m superstitious, not crazy.
The woman leans forward. “You seek love.”
Huh. Color me unimpressed. I mean, don’t most humans seek love? Sure, I’m recently single, and I don’t particularly want to be. And maybe I sometimes try a little too hard to find my forever guy.
But I’m not hearing anything other than generic lucky guesses from this lady.
Sure,” I say, already starting to back away.
She holds up a hand. “The one you seek? Your forever guy, the love of your life . . .”
I freeze, because her phrasing echoes my thoughts almost exactly. A coincidence? Maybe. I don’t move away just yet, willing to hear her out.
She smiles again. “You’ve already met him.”
I blink. “What? I think you may want to recheck that crystal ball. I’m single.”
Her smile merely grows. “I didn’t say you weren’t single. I said you’d already met him. You just let him go. He’ll come back to you before Christmas.”
Whoa whoa whoa. This is . . .
Huh.
You’re telling me that the love of my life is one of my exes?”
She extends both of her palms as though to say, There you have it!
I stifle a little surge of disappointment. Clearly she hasn’t met my exes. There are some decent ones in the mix, but mostly they’re duds, and none of them make my heart beat faster. Well, maybe—
Nope. No. Do not go there.
Thankfully, I feel the rumble of an oncoming train, and a glance over my shoulder tells me my ride outta here is approaching.
Thanks very much,” I say with a strained smile. “Merry Christmas.”
Happy holidays,” she says with a nod, standing and gathering up her blanket. Apparently she’s taken a cue from Madison Meyers and is sticking close to the PC route. Fair enough.
I lift a hand in a wave and move toward the train, but her next words give me a fresh wave of new goosebumps.
Tell your parents happy anniversary. Thirty’s going to be a magical year for them.”
I whip my head around. “How did you—”
The woman is gone.
Like vanished gone.
Leaving me to wonder . . .
If a woman I’d never met was right about my parents’ anniversary, was she also right about other stuff?
Have I already met my one true love?







Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of romantic comedies. She lives in New York City with her husband.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career. She signed with her agent in 2012, and her first book was published in summer of 2013. Since then, she's written over two dozen books, hitting the USA TODAYNew York Times, iBooks, and Amazon bestseller lists.







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