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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ What Happens in College... (Ritter University #2) by Vanessa M. Knight @XpressoReads




What Happens in College...
Ritter University #2
by
Vanessa M. Knight

Release Date: August 25th 2015

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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One upload. One thousand likes. One lapse in judgment and she lost it all.

Ritter University Novel – Book Two

Egged house, keyed cars, and lawsuits all behind her, Karina Wolfe needs to bury her past deep beneath the skeletons in her closet. No one can ever find out what she did. No one.

Her freshman year at Ritter University is the perfect opportunity to re-invent a better, shinier, more responsible Karina. Her goal? Keep her head down and stay away from the thing that screwed up her life in the first place — guys. It shouldn't be that hard, in theory. If only Ryan Kent wasn't so darn gorgeous.

Ryan Kent is the poster child for responsibility. He's always done what's expected of him. He didn't have much choice. But now that his mother's cancer is under control, he finally feels free. Almost. If he could only convince his dad to trust him to make his own choices, life would be good. If he could get Karina to take a chance on him, life would be perfect.

Ryan doesn't know what Karina did before they met. Karina doesn't know how to protect Ryan. When taking chances collide with trust, can what happens in college endure, or will it stay in college?

*Reader Note*
This Ritter University book is part of series of interconnected but stand-alone books.








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"How was your parent's trip? Didn't they go to Mexico or something?"

"Yep, Mom and Stan just got back. They loved it."

"Nice. What about your real dad? You don't mention him much."

"There's not much to mention." Karina picked up her drink. She didn't want to talk about her relationship with her dad. It always led to questions about how things had gotten so bad. She didn't want anyone at Ritter to know the whole story. Eventually someone would probably figure it out, but for now, she loved her life of anonymity.

Anonymity kept the glares away, kept the disgust away. No one would ever understand. Hell, her own father didn't understand. Her old friends didn't understand. They blamed her for Craig's expulsion. They didn't even care that she was expelled, as well. Her life had been a minefield of exploding relationships, where the only ones left on her side were her mom, Stan, and her brother Mike. Even her sister Kathy treated her differently after the shrapnel settled.

"My father and I don't get along. We had a falling out last year and things never went back to the way they were. How about you? You mention your mom and sisters, but you rarely mention your father."

"Yeah." He twirled his can of soda, a frown settling on his silent lips. Apparently she wasn't they only one hesitant to share daddy-issues. "It's a long story."

"I've got time." She laid her hand on his. The heat and strength of his fingers conflicted with the vulnerability in his eyes. He looked up at her. The intensity of his stare. The raw pain. She wanted to reach out and wrap her arms around him. She wanted to ease some of the pain, the slumping shoulders, the empty stare. Unfortunately, her boyfriend probably wouldn't appreciate her comforting another man. Especially one that looked as good as Ryan.

Really? Looked as good as Ryan? — Ugh. Sometimes she was shocked at the stuff that flew through her head. Thank God mind-reading vampires weren't real. Yes, because the mind reading was the scary part of the bloodsucking vampire story...

She pulled her hand from his and grabbed her drink. Another gift from God, vessels of caffeine gave naughty hands something to do beside hold a strong, capable hand. She'd watch those hands play, work and comfort. She could just imagine what other things those hands could do. Too bad her soda didn't keep her mind busy, because she couldn't stop the pictures of Ryan and those naughty hands.

What was wrong with her? When did Ryan become fodder for her imagination? Channing Tatum. Now there was a man for the imagination. After all, he hadn't announced that she was not his type.






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I write contemporary romance novels with a dash of suspense. I'm a member of Romance Writers of America and Windy City RWA.

Living in Chicagoland with my husband, son and menagerie of dogs and cats, keeps me on my toes. When not writing or working or playing wife and mom, I love to scrapbook, watch movies and read anything I can find.



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ The Missing One (Lost #2) by Liz Lovelock @LizLovelock @givemebooksblog




The Missing One
Lost #2
by
Liz Lovelock

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 20, 2015





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Everything in Melodi White’s life is finally perfect. She has an amazing man by her side, she’s made lifelong friends and she’s starting to live the life she and her twin sister Abby dreamed of. But things don’t stay perfect for long.

Melodi lives constantly haunted by the past of her sister Abbi and her ex-boyfriend Jacob. Can Melodi and Corban move forward with their relationship when someone she never expected to see again returns, and throws them on to an emotional rollercoaster?

With so much turmoil surrounding them, will their love be strong enough to endure when disaster strikes and Melodi is put in harms way? Will she survive or will Melodi become the missing one?












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Liz is from bright, sunny, Queensland in Australia.

She is a mother of three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and an avid reader.

Liz always loved books from a very young age, and just keeps falling in love with new authors every week.

In high school her passion grew when she was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment, from that she continued to find new gems.

Liz always has a book and notebook beside her bed for when inspiration hits at those crazy hours. She is a stationery and chocolate addict and has a one-click addition.

Liz has heaps of new book ideas for the future and looks forward to sharing those ideas with you, her readers.



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♡ Song of The Week ♡ Não Dá by D.A.M.A



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♡ Release Day Launch ♡ Rip by Rachel Van Dyken @RachVD @InkSlingerPR




Rachel Van Dyken brings you Rip, a complete stand alone novel that fans of the Eagle Elite series will devour!
With twists and turns you won't see coming, this dark romantic suspense will keep you on your toes and leave you screaming for more.



Rip
by
Rachel Van Dyken

Release Date: October 20th 2015





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Pretty things aren't meant to be broken.

But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price.

I'm her nightmare.

I'm her savior.

And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I own her body and soul.

She doesn't remember me.

She will.

It's inevitable.

Because as much as I know I need to stay away, for fear of unlocking the memories I helped her father bury - I can't.

She was the apple in the Garden, dangled in front of me, her core so tempting and sweet. A voice whispered. Just. One. Bite.

I bit.

I tasted.

I fell.


Welcome to the world of the Russian mafia, where death, is your only future.










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"So." She plopped into the seat next to me and crossed her long legs. I fought hard to pull my eyes away. "Catch me up, what exactly are we doing in Chicago."

I opened a folder and slid it across the table. "We are doing nothing. I, however, am making a speech at... a church."

I didn't miss her snort, or the way she tried to hide her amusement.

"Something funny?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "In church."

"Where did this attitude come from?"

"You kissed me." Her eyes narrowed as she leaned back into her seat, not missing a beat as she let her gaze wander across my body like a caress. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good, to be desired, wanted, and it was a welcome distraction from the pit in my stomach. I really, really didn't want to go to Chicago.

"You kissed me back," I retorted.

"Doesn't matter, you still kissed me. The line between beast and his little toy has been crossed, therefore I kind of own you like you own me, just in a more... irritating way. I have your balls in a vise."

"Let's leave my balls out of the speech if you don't mind," I said ignoring her little ploy to get under my skin again.

"Hey." Her grin spread smugly across her pretty face. "It may just inspire the crap out of them, you never know."

This was a conversation that Andi would have loved, in fact, the more Maya talked the more I saw Andi in her, which just made it that much worse. Here Maya thought I was going to Chicago to slap hands with rich doctors and make speeches, when really, I was going because I made a promise, to a dying girl.

Just one more girl, I'd failed to save.

"Let's leave all references to body parts out of my speech, hmm?"

"I'll try."

"I am the boss."

"So you are."

"I've created a monster. Had I known feeding you would gain this response I would have tied you up in the basement with a protein bar and some Gatorade."

"It's not your fault. It's Netflix. Orange is the New Black combined with the nightmares..." She yawned and it was then that I noticed how tired she looked.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat wanting to press things further, what kind of nightmares had she been having?

"I haven't been sleeping much. Then again I blame you for keeping me from technology for so long."

"Which brings us back full circle. I should have never given you such privileges." My voice came out in a bark.

"It's a right, not a privilege," she snapped.

"So this..." What the hell was it? A eulogy? Not really, that was Sergio, but he'd asked me to say a few words. Shit. I struggled with how to ask, I didn’t know the first thing about being at a funeral, I put people in the casket, I didn't visit them after they took their last breath. My eyes stung with exhaustion. "I need you to help me write it."

"Wait..." She visibly paled. "What did you say?"

"Write." I nodded encouragingly, my anger surging, breaking through all of my carefully constructed walls. Anger had no place in my business, in my life, and anger toward her, did nothing but put her in danger. "You know, words on a paper, you put them down, I say them."

"Don't be an ass."

"Maya..." I tsked. "I am what I am."

"Put that in your speech."

"Maya." I grit my teeth together to keep myself from snapping at her. "I need a speech, something... encouraging, inspirational, happy."

Maya pulled out her laptop and opened it up. "Inspirational... I can do inspirational. When was the last time I was inspired...?" Her cheeks bloomed red.

"What was that?" I breathed, my eyes lowering to the expanse of cleavage, it was a welcome distraction from my morose and jumbled thoughts. "Didn't catch what you just said."

"I, uh, didn't say anything." She nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her cheeks pinkening even further.

"Your mouth didn't... your face did."

"Let's not talk about my mouth..."

"Why?" I leaned in. "Does it inspire you too much?"

"Ass!" she hissed.

"I think you're on to something..." I chuckled, bracing my hands on the armrests. Six inches, and our mouths would touch. I wasn't just toying with breaking the contract, I was ripping it up, burning it. Just as our mouths were about to touch, I paused, lingering where our breaths mingled, hers warm on my lips, mine ragged and needy. I was right about one thing; she would be a welcome distraction, one that wouldn't allow me to feel sad, or bothered by the fact that I was flying to a friend's funeral.

And that history, if I wasn't careful could repeat itself.

She moved, dislodging her water bottle. It landed with a soft thump on the floor.

I reared back and stared at it.

What the hell was I doing?

And as luck would have it, the water droplets had cascaded against my left hand, my tattoo — the mark of the sickle, the mark that would tell anyone who knew anything about the darker side of life.

What I did.

Who I worked for.

What I was capable of.

What I would do — to protect not just my own identity but those closest to me.

My phone rang.

I reached down to silence it — ready to silence it, when I noted the number. Cringing, I answered it with a smooth hello.

"You know I have eyes everywhere."

"Good afternoon to you, too." Maya pretended not to eavesdrop.

The last thing she needed to know was that I was talking to her father — correction, receiving another threat.

This one not so baseless as the rest.

"Tell me something I don't know," I said, waiting for his response.

"She's been touched."

I rolled my eyes. "You sure about that?"

The line crackled.

"She flushes when you're near."

"Most women do."

"Cocky son of a bitch." He chuckled. "Remember the terms of our agreement, Nikolai, I scratch your back, you scratch mine. She means nothing to me. You are the one who has everything to lose. You've developed a god complex, but I know all your secrets. It would take nothing for me to destroy you. You signed in blood. And it will be your blood that is spilled if you go back on your promise."

My nostrils flared, heat surged through my body as I watched Maya happily pull out a magazine and cross her legs. Damn it, he was right. What the hell was I doing?

My lack of self control would end up getting her killed.

I knew that just as much as he did.

I was stuck.

And he knew it. Part of me wondered if he was aware that I'd developed a conscience — then again, I'd stopped working directly with him long ago, but it didn't mean I wasn't still owned.

"We'll be in touch." The phone went dead.

Damn Russian mafia.

And damn me for being one of the best. I didn't get the nickname The Doctor because I had a good bedside manner.

And I wondered, as I tried not to stare too hard at Maya while she read through her magazine, would she still be alive if I hadn't have taken the job that changed everything?

Had I damn her, then?

Had I truly saved her?

I let out a low growl of frustration; clenching my phone in my hand, ready to break it in half. I wanted so desperately to protect her from Andi's fate, but would it be better that she died?

My body tensed.

Would I be extending her mercy, by snuffing out her life?

Maya frowned down at the magazine, her eyebrows furrowed as the plane rose to altitude.

I didn't shake, didn't so much as tremble. I was a doctor, after all, and whenever I made a decision of life and death, I was calm. Humanity didn't slip through. I didn't have a come–to-Jesus moment, where I wondered if what I was doing would sentence me to the darkest depths of hell.

It was... clarity.

The only way I could explain it.

"Something else to drink?" I asked Maya while she popped her knuckles again. Shit, twice in a few minutes? Was there something about the plane? Or my conversation?

"Wine.”" She said quickly. "If you have it."

I nodded, already walking to the bar. I glanced to my left to make sure she wasn't watching me, then reached into the cupboard and pulled out a syringe of sodium pentothal. It wouldn't harm her. If anything, it would relax her more, make it so that I would be able to hold a conversation with her... without her remembering a damn thing, though the dosage needed to be precise. The last thing I needed was for her to end up unconscious.

"What time is it?" I asked while I poured the wine, keeping the small syringe in my right hand.

"Oh." Maya yawned then glanced at her watch. "It's nearing four in the afternoon, why?"

"Just thinking about our dinner plans," I lied. Two and a half hours since she'd last eaten. I mentally went over her stats, weight one-forty, height five seven. She'd need a half dose at the most.

Clearing my throat, I turned, sliding the syringe into the top of my sleeve and bringing over the two glasses of wine; hers was more full.

"Wow, generous in all areas aren't you, Nikolai?" Maya eyed the wine glass and took a long sip.

"Drink it all," I instructed with a half smile. "Doctor's orders."

"All of it?" She laughed lifting the glass into the air. "This is at least two glasses."

"At least half," I said in a more gentle tone. "You seem stressed, and I know... I'm not the easiest to travel with."

Maya blinked then took another sip of wine. "No, you think?"

"It's a..." I coughed into my hand letting the syringe slip out to the tips of my fingers. "It's not you. It's me."

"Okay," she said slowly, setting her wine down on the arm rest.

"Nope." I offered a encouraging smile. "A few more sips, trust me, you'll feel so much better."

Maya rolled her eyes but drank deeply.

The alcohol would work beautifully with the sodium pentothal. Truth serums, didn't necessarily work by themselves, they were used in conjunction with other tools and drugs, allowing the human mind to be open to suggestion.

But no human mind or body was the same, meaning, the outcome was always different.

If Maya had any sort of... secret she was keeping close, something she wanted to tell me, but couldn't or refused to, it would most likely come out at some point in the next half hour.

If she were harboring memories, dark ones, ones that scared her, and I offered her a caring ear, she'd jump at it.

And I'd know.

If she was getting triggered and how.

It sounded sick.

But it was of the utmost importance that she be kept in the dark, especially since her father clearly was still keeping eyes on her.

I told myself that as she drank more wine.





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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at her website.



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