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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Newly Exposed by Meghan Quinn @authormegquinn @TheNextStepPR








Newly Exposed
by
Meghan Quinn

Genre: New Adult

Cover Designer: Meghan Quinn

Release Date: August 18th 2015







Adam James is a corn-fed, Nebraska raised, piece of man meat with a chiseled body and baby face. He is in desperate need of a paycheck and will do just about anything to get one, including stripping down to his skivvies and lathering up in baby oil.

Solo Cohan is a quirky hipster with a strong work ethic,raised by two gay dads who are head over heels in love with Harrison Ford and Star Wars, hence the name, Solo. She works for Teeg Model Management, the same modeling agency that decides to book Adam as their next up and coming model. Sparks ignite between her and Adam the minute her baby oil soaked hand connects with his practically naked body.

Even though Solo can't stop thinking about Adam during photo shoots, she quickly and awkwardly, shows Adam her distaste for male models and her inability to engage romantically with them. Adam is captivated by her nerdy talk and peculiar tendencies and sets out to make it his mission to turn the Star Wars loving hipster to the dark side, where mingling with models is widely arousing.




















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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!




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♡ Cover Reveal + #Giveaway ♡ Reckless Surrender (Made For Love #2) by R.C. Martin @AuthorRCMartin @givemebooksblog




Reckless Surrender
Made For Love #2
by
R.C. Martin

Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Design: Louisa at LM Creations

Release Date: August 4, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


[Reckless Surrender is book two in the Made for Love series but can be read as a STAND ALONE novel. Written for audiences 18+ years of age.]

Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she'd made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I'm in love with her. But I'm not her boyfriend. She's not my lover. We're just friends...

Trevor's it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we're broken — two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I'm beginning to wonder if that's ever going to be enough...

I don't want to be her bandaid.

I don't want to be his addiction.

But if we never cross that line, will I lose her?

If I don't tell him what I want, will I lose myself?












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I twist my bangs back away from my face and pin them in place before washing off today's makeup. I feel completely plain without it, but it's also refreshing to be rinsed clean and I know present company doesn't mind. Speaking of which, I'm glad I get to keep him for the night. I love it when that happens. We don't exactly make a habit of it, but I always sleep better cocooned in his arms. It makes me feel like I'm his. I guess in some ways I am, even though I'm not. I certainly don't belong to anyone else. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else — even if being with Trevor without actually being with Trevor one day breaks my heart.

I shake the thought away, aware that I'm starting to think too much. He's here, now, and that's what he can give me. Besides that, it's more than anyone else gets. This is how it is between us. It works.

I stop just inside the doorway of my bedroom, caught off guard by what awaits. Or should I say, who? I have to stifle a small gasp at the sight of him — not because I'm startled by his change in appearance, but because he leaves me breathless. He's so damn mesmerizing I can't help but stare. Every. Time.

At this point, I think it's safe to assume I'll never get used to the masterpiece that he is, and that's more than fine.

It's quite apparent that he has endured the confines of his dress attire for as long as he can stand it. I can't mourn the lost image of him all spruced up, not when I have the image of him all stripped down to admire. All he has on is a pair of gym shorts. He keeps a pair stowed away in my dresser for nights like these. He's sitting at the window, which he has opened, with one leg straddling the bench and the other bent in front of him so that he might rest his beer atop his knee.

Trevor isn't built like an athlete. He isn't bulky with muscle. He isn't lanky, like me, either. He's made up of lean, toned lines that whisper of the physical power that makes him all man. But his inner strength? All the vulnerable and fragile pieces of him that make him so strong, the pieces of him that I love so much, that's what catches my eye.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. Literally. The world might not know it, but I do. I know that every inch of ink that covers his beautiful skin tells his story. The tattoo on his left arm stretches from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder and spills over his heart. I can't see it now, because of the way he’s sitting, but I know he's got script tattooed down his left side across his ribs. Finally, his right arm is adorned in a half sleeve. I say finally not as a way to express finality, but simply the end of his list for now. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to learn that he's dreaming of more.

"Daph! Your beer's getting warm!" he yells, his gaze still directed out the window.

I grin, partly because I love how he knows I hate it when my beer gets even the slightest bit warm; partly because he hasn't noticed me standing here staring at him. "I'm right here," I say as I continue to make my way into the room. I speak softly, but I startle him just the same.

"Shit, Wings—" he mutters, spitting out his nickname for me as he jumps. He has to snatch up his beer as his leg shoots out in front of him. I laugh and grab my half empty bottle from off of the edge of the bookshelf where he's lined up our reserve. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not long," I lie. I sit opposite of him, bending my knees and propping my feet up.

"Sure," he murmurs, shaking his head at me in disbelief. I smirk in response.

Now this is one of those moments where, if we were in a movie or a romance novel, he'd crawl across the bench and kiss me. But this isn't a fairy tale and he won't kiss me because I won't let him. We can't go there. What he and I share, it works because we don't go there. As crazy as it might sound, our restraint excites me. Simply knowing that he feels it, too, makes this moment more intimate than not.

He brings his beer up to his lips and tilts his head back as he empties the remaining contents into his mouth. As he sucks out every last drop, he watches me watch him and I get lost in his oval eyes. His irises are in a glorious state of confusion, unsure of whether or not they are blue or green. His hair struggles with the same color dilemma, his dark blonde locks sometimes appearing light brown, depending on how the light hits them.

For just a second, I imagine running my fingers through his soft, loose, curls. Or, at least, I consider them curls; or they would be — big, beautiful, silky curls — if he grew his hair out longer. I know he won't. He likes to keep his slightly shaggy, fuck-me-now mane just long enough to entice you to do just that. Except, we won't be doing that, either.

His gaze is still locked with mine. He's teasing me. I know it. He knows it — but this is our game. I can't look away first. If I do, he's won. So instead, I bring my beer to my lips, tilt my head back, and drink, all the while watching him watch me.

When we're both finished, he stands and takes my empty bottle before leaning down to kiss my neck, just below my ear. "You win, Wings," he murmurs. I grin, feeling victorious. "But you left the bottle opener in the kitchen. I'll be right back." He kisses me once more as a reward and then turns to leave.





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✿ The Author ✿


R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she's only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who's writing this bio anyway!)

I'm a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I'm a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today's society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love - the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.



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♡ Cover Reveal + #Giveaway ♡ Ready to Love by Franca Storm @FrancaStorm @IndieSagePromo




Ready to Love
by
Franca Storm

Publication Date: August 10, 2015

Genres: Contemporary, Romance





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She is the one woman who is always off limits...

College rocker and infamous playboy, John Kingston, has screwed his way through most of the women on campus. But there's one woman he will never touch: his best friend and band mate, Nicki. For four years, he's been her protector and her confidant.

When arrogant frat guy, Axel, attempts to make a claim on her, John suffers a painful wakeup call, quickly realizing that his feelings for Nicki are not purely platonic. Recognizing that Axel's intentions are anything but innocent, John's possessiveness spirals out of control, sparking a dangerous feud.

Nicola Lewis can't bear to be touched. Haunted by an awful past that she has been unable to escape, she has kept her distance from the opposite sex. And she's been just fine living her life that way: safe and uncomplicated with no chance of getting hurt again.

Until an unexpected kiss changes everything...

But John and Nicki must decide whether the burgeoning desire between them is worth the risk. Is this a case of love conquers all, or a huge mistake that could destroy everything?








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Franca was born in Surrey, England and currently lives in Niagara Falls, Canada with her husband and their labrador, Rocky.

She is a long-time lover of erotica and romance novels, especially those with sexy-as-sin alpha males. She decided to try her hand at writing her own and writing romance is now her obsession and the perfect way to put her dirty mind to good use!

Her writing spans many different sub-genres of romance: contemporary, biker romance, paranormal romance, new adult, romantic erotica and romance suspense. She's got a ton of stories to tell and many more works up her sleeve.



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ The Truth of Tristan Lyons (Legendary Rock Stars #4) by L.B. Dunbar @lbdunbarwrites @givemebooksblog




The Truth of Tristan Lyons
Legendary Rock Stars #4
by
L.B. Dunbar

Genre: Rock Star Romance

Release Date: July 27, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


Heartbreaker.

I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn't matter what shape, size, or color. I'm even into sharing. I've done it all, seen it all, but I'm at an all-time low. Who wouldn't be? My best friend is missing. My uncle's an asshole. I don't know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful.

I need a break. I want to be alone. I'm not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I'm not prepared for her. I don't know who she is or why she's here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don't want to believe she doesn't recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren't they?

Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie.

Until her.








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I wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn't care who she was. I wanted to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes. They knew no shame.

"Hey," I said grabbing her upper arm. "How did you get in here?"

She seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.

With her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and catch her breath.

Standing up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious looking pink lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" she growled.

"Who the fuck, are you?" I returned.

"I'm..."

"You know what, never mind. You need to go," I said, cutting her off and reaching for her upper arm again. "I don't know how you got in here, where you came from, or how you found me, but you need to go."

I began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at me quizzically, leaning away from me.

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Did you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?"

"What?"

"Okay, I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know who I am?"

"I don't."

I stopped, still holding firmly to her arm. Something in her voice sounded like she was being serious.

"I'm Tristan."

She blinked, confusion clearly on her face. I was thoughtful for a moment. It was the innocence in her blue eyes, and the fact she looked like she might cry. Something wasn't right with this scenario.

"Trist – an," I said slowly, as if she had some type of hearing impairment.

"Who?"

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Country," she answered so quickly, she didn't even blink an eye or stop for thought. On top of that, she said it in such a way that showed she was thoroughly confused, and almost disgusted with me, for even asking such a ridiculous question. She wrinkled her nose.

"Look, I know the owner, and you shouldn't be here."

"I know the owner," I repeated, "and you shouldn't be here."

"I'm not leaving," she said, pulling at her own arm again and sticking out a hand to press against my chest as leverage. I had tugged my shirt off at some point while I was passed out, and her warm hand felt good on my air-conditioned cool skin. Her hand was tiny, I noticed. All of her was thin.

"I'm supposed to be here. Alone," I emphasized again.

She didn't respond, so I added, "I think I'll just call the owner myself, to see where the mix up is."

"No," she blurted, stopping in her physical struggle against me. Her eyes opened even wider, if that was possible, and her face was suddenly full of something I couldn’t read. Her blue eyes brightened in a frightening sort of way. Was that fear? Good, she should be afraid.

"Please. I swear. I'm allowed to be here. You don't need to call Isa."

She had me. I didn't really know who Isa was, and the girl sounded confident enough that I let her call my bluff.

"If there is a mistake, and you were scheduled to stay as well, I won't complain. As a matter of fact, I won't even be in your way. You won't even know I'm here. I plan to keep to myself." Her eyes were glassy, and again I worried she was about to cry.

I released her arm and she pulled it back quickly. She fisted the hand of that arm, holding it against her chest. She began rubbing her upper arm with the opposite hand. I noticed again that she was thin, as were her breasts. I didn't care for small chested girls. I didn't care for her.

"Well, I'm Tristan, whom you claim to not know, and you are?"

"I'm... Ireland."

"Ireland what?"

"Just... Ireland."

I shook my head.

"So this is how we're going to play it? Fine, my Irish Isle. What are you doing in the Caymans?"

She looked at me for a moment, then leaned toward me and sniffed. She held the disgusted expression on her face and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back.

"Probably the same thing as you."

"Drinking myself into oblivion?" I laughed, crossing my arms over my bare chest defensively.

"Hiding," she replied.





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L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she's been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.

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I'd like to say I was always a writer. I'd also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I'd like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can't say any of those things. I did dream of writing the "Great American Novel" until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can't it just be good and tell a story?

As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn't keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume's Forever that I wasn' allowed to read as a twelve year old.

I can say that books have been my life. I'm a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered "The Three Bears" as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I'd never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.

So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn't. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That's what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.

I was accused (that's the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I've also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you'll like them. If you don't, that's okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

L.B. Dunbar



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♡ Release Blitz ♡ Wait For Me by Alexis Noelle @_alexisnoelle_ @EJBookPromos




Wait For Me
by
Alexis Noelle

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 27, 2015







I've never been one for relationships and commitment. I get what I needed from girls but that's where it ends. At least that was how it is supposed to be. Until that one night with Nicole changed everything. She is the only girl who has ever made me want more, and I hate it.

I have wanted more of Jason since the one night that we spent together. He has occupied my every dream and invaded my every though. He just needs to let me in and stop fighting it so much. I'm determined to show him exactly what he is missing. I'll wait for him, but not forever.

What do you do when your whole world is turned upside down? When everything comes crumbling down around you, will you have the will to fight and break down the wall?

Wait For Me was originally Breaking Through The Wall and part of the Guarded Hearts Series. The story has been changed a bit and re-edited to make it a standalone novel.

** Wait For Me is for mature audiences only—strong language, and explicit sexual content are apparent. **

















I tell Jason that he will be on his own the rest of the day. I am going to go to the mall and do some shopping.

"Can I come?"

He wants to go shopping with me? "Um... I guess, if you want to."

We get dressed and head off to the mall. My purpose for coming today isn't really because I need anything. However, my dad gave me a monthly credit card allowance, so I might as well put it to good use. I decide that maybe I will have some fun playing dress up for Jason today.

I take him into one of my favorite stores and have him sit on the chair outside of the dressing room. The first dress I try on is a short black one. It is strapless and looks pretty modest from the front, but when I turn around, the back of the dress dips into a V that stops just above my butt. When I turn around and look back, his face is priceless. This is definitely going to be fun.

I am trying on about my sixth dress, when the curtain to the changing room is pulled back. Jason walks in and immediately closes it back behind him. He closes the short distance between us and has me backed against the wall of the room. "J, What are you doing in here?!" I whisper at him, completely in shock that he is here. I only have the next dress halfway up my body right now, so my breasts are completely exposed.

"I can't watch you walk out there in one more of those dresses. I need you now, I can't wait."

"Jason, I don't think—" Before I can finish my sentence, he crashes his mouth against mine, and starts to slip off the remainder of the dress I had been trying on.




















Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.

She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.