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*Blog Tour + Excerpt + #Giveaway* Unexpected Fate (Hope Town #1) by Harper Sloan @harpersloan @RSofRomance




Meet Cohen & Danielle in the newest stand alone
in the Hope Town Series by Harper Sloan!


Unexpected Fate
Hope Town #1
by
Harper Sloan

Release Date: February 17th 2015





*** Synopsis ***


Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.

Or I should say recognize him for who he was.

I've loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He's been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I've loved him through every girlfriend he's ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine. I've loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I felt, he's acted like I'm a stranger.

My name is Danielle Reid, and it's time for me to get my man.

Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say... it's going to be worth every second of the fight to make it happen.

(Standalone)






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"Dani-girl." His voice, that rich rumble of masculine excellence, washes over me and I shiver again before cursing under my breath. The rumble of his low laughter tells me that he definitely didn't miss that little move.

Kill me now.

"Hey, Coh," I say with a smile. "What brings you in? Last minute, I might add." I pat the chair before walking around and holding the back while he sits down.

When his scent hits my nose, I almost come on the spot. Lord, he smells good. I wonder what he would smell like while his body covered mine, all sweaty from hours of good lovemaking. I run my fingers through the longer lengths on the top and feel my cheeks heat slightly, thinking about doing the same when his face is buried between my legs.

"...needed a trim."

Shit. I missed what he said because, naturally, I was thinking about him naked. Naked and thrusting into my body. Naked and feasting between my spread thighs.

"You feeling okay? I thought Nate said you were better?"

"Uh, I'm fine. Just — is it hot in here?" I fan my face and avoid his eyes.

He's silent, so I take that as a sign that it's safe to bring my attention back to him.

Big mistake there. His knowing eyes are boring right into mine. The chocolate depths sparkling in a way that makes it clear he has a good idea about where my mind was going.

"Did you hear what I said, Dani-girl?"

"Of course I did, Cohen. What, did you think I was standing here daydreaming?" I joke.

"Well, yeah, that's exactly what I think." His eyes darken and he smirks a devilish grin. "Did you know you talk in your sleep, Dani?" he asks, and I drop my comb.

Oh, God. Shut up, shut up, shut up. This is not happening. No way.

"No, I don't,” I childishly snap.

"Dani, you do. So, yeah, I do think you were standing there daydreaming. Want to know why?" He uses his booted foot to move his chair so that he's facing me, and then he leans in so that his face is dangerously close to mine. Even when he's seated, his head is almost level with my own. Curse my horizontally challenged self. "While you were zoning off into space with your fingers running through my hair, you had this smile on your lips. The same smile you had the other day when you were dreaming. About me, Dani. And don't deny it, because you don't moan my name if you're dreaming about another man. Yes, Dani, you very much do talk in your sleep." He smiles again before leaning back and looking down to his phone. "Clean up my neck please, cut the length off the top, and give me a buzz on the sides. Other than that, you're clear to continue with your thoughts."

I must have been standing there like an idiot because he looks up from his phone, laughs to himself, and, with one tan hand, reaches out and pushes my mouth closed.

"You're going to catch flies that way, Dani-girl. One day, maybe you can clue me in on what those dreams are about."

Drives me insane, the control he has over me. There isn't a single person in the world, other than Cohen, who can turn me into a ridiculously stupid, sputtering fool. My normal confidence disappears. And clearly, he isn't as oblivious to my feelings as I originally thought.

How in the hell am I supposed to handle this?

Wait a minute. Cohen or not, I'm not going to let him pull my strings when I know he is just doing this to make me feel uncomfortable.

So, time to call his bluff.

"Why? You planning on doing something about it?"

He looks up sharply, clearly not having expected me to actually say something in return since he was going for shock value.

"Try me," he demands, his voice thick and even deeper than normal.

I throw my head back and reach out to run my fingers thought his hair again, just barely suppressing the shivers. Curling my fingers slightly so that I can grab a good hold, I lean in and pull his head back at the same time. With my nose just a hair away from his and our breaths mingling together, I say, "Cohen, you couldn't handle the truth of my thoughts when it comes to you and we both know it. So how about you let me know when you're ready for me to clue you in." I give his hair a light tug and smile when he swallows loudly and shifts in his seat. "Ready for that trim?" I ask with a wink, and I'm rewarded with his groan.

I have no idea how I do it, but I manage to get through his cut without coming unglued. I can see Lyn trying to get my attention from across the room. Stella had to leave after she overheard my words to Cohen because her giggles were getting the best of her. Cohen has remained silent the whole time. His eyes though... They're speaking louder than his words ever could.

They haven't left my reflection in the mirror since I started. I can feel them every time I shift. When I stopped to go grab another comb after I dropped my fourth one, I felt his gaze follow me across the room to Stella's station. The few times I stopped cutting to meet his eyes, the heated promise written all over his face almost did me in. I almost just said 'fuck it' and climbed on his lap to have a go regardless of the people watching our every move.

I finish the last buzz of my clippers around his right ear and move to brush all the stray hair off. "All done," I say softly and unclip his cape.

He stands, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, and walks over to stand in front of me. I continue to pretend I'm busy with the cape I just removed, brushing stray hairs off here and there, when his hand comes up, his finger and thumb hitting my chin, and my face is lifted until I have no choice but to look in his eyes.

"Do not tease me, Dani. It's not a game you want to play if you don't intend to follow through."

"I - I wasn't... I wouldn't," I stammer.

"You did, and I have no doubt you'll have the brilliant idea to do it again. The next time you allude to those dirty thoughts I know you have about me, don't think for a second that I won't drag you to the closest bed to show you just how fucking dirty they'll get." He leans close, his scent hitting my nostrils, and I involuntarily inhale deeply, earning me a rumbled chuckle. "What you don't know, Dani — because contrary to what you think, you don't know me well enough to assume what having me would really be like. But I promise you this: every little thought that you have had that causes you to moan my name while scissoring those perfect legs back and forth, praying for completion — it would be so much hotter than you could ever imagine." He gives me a soft, sweet kiss against my temple that has fire racing from that spot all over my body until it ends in the awareness that I’m pretty sure I just came in my pants.








*** About the Author ***


Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband's chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero - the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.



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*Blog Tour + Teasers* The Hooker and the Hermit by L.H. Cosway & Penny Reid @LHCosway @ReidRomance @IndieSagePromo




The Hooker and the Hermit
by
L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid

Publication Date: February 5, 2015

Genres: Contemporary, Romance





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New York's Finest
February 14, 2015

LADIES AND GENTS! I have an announcement!

You know that guy I featured on my blog a few months ago? The really, really hot Irish rugby player who plays the position of 'hooker' in the RLI (Rugby League International)? The one with the questionable fashion choices leading me to ask whether he was the lovechild of a leprechaun and a hobbit? The one with the anger management issues and the body of a gladiator and the face of a movie star? Ronan Fitzpatrick? Yeah, that guy.

Well, I have a confession to make...


THE HERMIT

Annie Catrel, social media expert extraordinaire at Davidson & Croft Media and clandestine celebrity blogger, can make anyone shine in the court of public opinion. She is the Socialmedialite, anonymous creator of New York's Finest and the internet's darling. Virtual reality is Annie's forte, but actual reality? Not so much.

THE HOOKER

Ronan Fitzpatrick, aka the best hooker the world of rugby has seen in decades, despises the media — social or otherwise. The press has spun a web of lies depicting him as rugby’s wild and reckless bad boy.

Suspended from his team, Ronan has come to Manhattan to escape the drama, lay low, fly under the radar. Only, Ronan isn't easy to overlook, and he can't escape the notice of the Socialmedialite...

THE PLAN

When Ronan is sent to Davidson & Croft Media to reshape his public image, he never expects to cross paths with shy but beautiful Annie, nor does he expect his fierce attraction to her. He couldn’t be happier when her boss suggests pairing them together.

What lengths will Annie take to keep her virtual identity concealed? And what happens when the hooker discovers who the hermit really is?

The Hooker and the Hermit is a collaboration between authors L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid, is a full length 100k word novel, and is a standalone.




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L.H. Cosway


L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.



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Penny Reid


SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.



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*Excerpt Reveal* Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1) by Aly Martinez @AlyMartinezAuth @RSofRomance





"Hi." I stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.

His eyes went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the windowsill and go crashing to the floor. "God. Damn," he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my new wardrobe. "You... I... um..." His hand went to his lip.

He was rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of my body and back again.

Till was speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.

"Are you okay?" I feigned concern as I slowly approached.

"Not even close," he told my breasts, making me giggle.

After sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his jeans.

"I'm sore today," I announced, closing the distance between us. My breasts were pressed against him, but he still hadn't even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. "Make me sore for tomorrow too." At the last second, I darted my tongue out to the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before I'd even felt it coming.

A loud rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His mouth roughly landed on mine.

"Tell me we can't do this again," he demanded as his hands found my breasts.

"We're definitely doing this again." I arched into him.

"It's gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please." He groaned as I reached into the front of his jeans.

"I'm okay with messy," I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.

"Fuuuuuck" he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I'd been with the razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my panties off during his descent.

He added another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.

"Tell me to stop, Eliza. We can't do this again." He grazed his teeth on the inside of my thigh.

"We're already doing it."

"Tell me to stop."

"No."

"It's going to ruin us."

"If you don't stop talking, you're going to ruin this."

"I'm serious." He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never faltering in their steady pace.

"So am I. Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are buried inside me." I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a gentle tug.

"Goddammit. Tell me to stop!" he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped before twisting in the most delicious way.

I decided to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he wouldn't follow through.

"Stop." I rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.

"Well, it's too fucking late now."

I would have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me higher even while I was falling. It shouldn't have worked like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I used his hair to pry his mouth away.

"Too much!" I cried.

He looked up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his cock replaced it.








Fighting Silence
On the Ropes #1
by
Aly Martinez

Release Date: February 23rd 2015





*** Synopsis ***


Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?

I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine. I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.

You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.

They both happened anyway.

Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.

Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.

I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.






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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add "Author" to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.



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*Cover Reveal + Excerpt* One To Save (One To Hold #6) by Tia Louise @AuthorTLouise @BTSPromosPR #SaveDerek



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One To Save
One To Hold #6
by
Tia Louise

Release Date: March 26, 2015

Cover Design: Steven Novak

Photography: Lauren Perry, Perrywinkle Photography





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Some threats come at you as friendly fire.
Some threats take away everything.
Family won't let you go down without a fight.

The Secret isn't as secure as Derek's team originally thought it was, and a person on the inside of Alexander-Knight is set on exposing him, breaking him, and taking away all he holds dear.

Refusing to let anyone suffer for his crimes, Derek takes matters into his own hands. He's exposed, he's defenseless, but his friends are determined to save him.

A STAND-ALONE, ONE TO HOLD NOVEL. Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.




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One to Save
©Tia Louise

*unedited draft, subject to change*


Chapter 1: Secrets

Melissa

In the cool darkness of the semi-crowded bar, I study the glass in front of me and consider my journey, how many steps I've taken in the last two years, how far I've come. Memories of my old life fade like smoke in a glass. The shame that held me so tightly now dances at the edges of my mind like the whisper of a bad dream, a flicker of shadows that no longer make sense in my world.

Young women in shiny slip dresses twist and laugh on the dance floor, but instead of resentment, my lips curl into a smile. My old self — cynical, bitter, defeated — is a memory I have to work hard to recall. These days I could dance all night with them, but I'd rather spend my energy engaged in other activities.

The slim glass holds a pale amber liquid, and I can't resist taking a sip. An involuntary wince pinches my eyes as I put it down. Seven and seven. Refreshing citrus dragged down by the heavy undertone of whiskey. So gross.

Sliding my palms over my thighs, I realize my outfit isn't much different from those of the girls on the dance floor. The deep red silk is fitted at my waist, and drapes loosely over my torso. My long dark hair is swept over one shoulder revealing a thin spaghetti strap. I lightly touch the delicate gold chain around my neck leading to the floating heart pendant that sits between my collarbones, and light glances off the thick gold cuff on my wrist.

Unlike that night, I'm alone. My best friend Elaine is miles away with her new husband, most likely indulging in that blissful honeymoon period of early marriage. Make that, most certainly indulging. I know those two well.

No, I came by myself to the bar in Princeton after finishing my business with a client in town. My infant son is in Wilmington, spending the weekend with his grandmother. Studying my hands, I admire the deep blue sapphire ring on my finger, but I have no wedding band.

At thirty-two, I'm an unmarried mother of a beautiful little boy, and I wouldn't change a thing... Yet. The tiny silver scar at my hairline reminds me of what a bad marriage looks like, and with my successful marketing business and the gorgeous cottage at the beach I own, I'm satisfied with my life. Calm, not desperate. I'll take my next steps deliberately, with confidence.

All these thoughts preoccupy my mind when I blink up and catch him watching me from across the square-shaped bar. Blue eyes, strikingly blue because of the way they stand out beneath his dark brow, coupled with collar-length thick dark hair.

He's massive, at least six-two, and elegantly dressed with a thick stainless watch on his wrist. I can spot his type a mile away — rich, powerful, accustomed to getting what he wants. I can’t deny the hum his gaze sets off under my skin. I know what he wants. Catching my lip in my teeth to stop my grin, I also know what I want, and it's no coincidence I happened to look up at that exact moment to meet his stare. Still, I'll make him work for it.

He starts to move, his eyes never leaving mine. I don't look away either. Thick cords of muscle ripple beneath the thin black sweater he wears as he glides past the oblivious patrons talking and laughing. Some are more animated than others, waving their arms and putting their drinks in peril.

Yellow lights hidden in the recesses above the bar illuminate rows of liquor bottles in all colors and shapes. Glasses hanging upside down above also catch the flickering light. It's a raucous atmosphere, but this man and I are in our own secret place of longing and desire.

As he rounds the final corner, and I see him in full, my breath quickens. My eyes drift from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, grey slacks and black shoes, then back up just as he reaches me. A close beard shadows his face, and the muscles low in my pelvis tighten at the thought of how it feels brushing the soft skin of my inner thighs...





Books by Tia Louise




One To Hold
(Derek & Melissa), 2013
One To Hold #1


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One To Keep
(Patrick & Elaine), 2014
One To Hold #2


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One To Protect
(Derek & Melissa), 2014
One To Hold #3


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One To Love
(Kenny & Slayde), 2014
One To Hold #4


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One To Leave
(Stuart & Mariska)
One To Hold #5


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One To Save
(Derek & Melissa)
One To Hold #5

Coming March 26, 2015!




One To Chase
(Amy & Marcus)
One To Hold #7

Coming May 2015!


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Tia Louise is the Amazon and International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.

From "Readers' Choice" nominations, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, to winning a 2014 "Lady Boner Award" (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.

A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...



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