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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Reaper's Fire (Reapers MC #6) by Joanna Wylde @joannawylde @RSofRomance



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Are you ready for Gage and Tinker's story?



Reaper's Fire
Reapers MC #6
by
Joanna Wylde

Release Date: August 9th, 2016





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New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the "wild and raw"* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker...

The club comes first.

I've lived by those words my whole life — assumed I'd die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She's beautiful, she's loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes... She deserves a good man — one better than me. I can't take her yet because the club still needs me. There's another woman, another job, another fight just ahead.

Now she'll learn I've been lying to her all along. None of it's real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I'm nice. She pretends we're just friends, that I've still got a soul... Mine's been dead for years. Now I'm on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him.

I'm coming for you, Tinker.

Soon.








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Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.



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♡ Sneak Peak ♡ Defenseless by Corinne Michaels @AuthorCMichaels @RSofRomance





Chapter 1


Mark

"Everyone locked and loaded?" Liam Dempsey draws our attention. There's a part of me that wants to slap him, but then I remember: I'm the guest. It would probably be frowned upon.

"Ready," Jackson says and bangs the magazine into the rifle. "What's the plan?"

"We have the location where Aaron's being held captive. We'll split into two teams, surround the building, and get him out. The helo will be on standby for extract. Muffin, Twilight, you guys will handle meeting with the CIA agent." Liam lets us know how this will go down.

He's the big cheese of our small team. Commander was fine with allowing Muff and me to go on the rescue. First, we know what the hell we're doing; I could be the damn commander at this point. Second, if it isn't Aaron, we have the best chance of knowing quickly. I know it is, though. The code word that the CIA agent communicated was the one we've used for years. She relayed his area and the best way possible to enter the compound. Of course, deciphering her instructions was difficult, and it left us to make plans for the plans.

"Let's get this shit done and get back in one piece this time, okay Muff?" There's no hiding the sarcasm in my voice.

"Fuck off, Dixon."

"So touchy." I grin and double-check my gear. As funny as it is, it's also not funny at all. Jackson Cole was once the leader of our SEAL team when the mission we were tasked with went really wrong. We lost three teammates that day, and all of us suffered injuries both mental and physical. Then we sent Aaron to deal with a lost shipment of weapons and he was killed. Well, possibly not, but still. Each time one of our asses touches down in this fucking place, someone ends up shot or killed. I'd love to be able to forget, but the truth is, I never will. The guys I've lost reside in my heart. The memories take hold in all of us, and for some, they torment us. The wondering if we could've done something different, remembering their last moments — it's a heavy burden to carry.

I've lost too many friends and too much blood to this hellhole.

"Okay," Liam says through our earpieces. "Two minutes out."

Everyone stands, heads toward the back of the plane, and readies for the ride. We're parachuting in, and there's a part of me that's alive for the first time in a while. I live for this shit. The command of the sky, the adventure, the danger — I love it. It's a part of who I am, and while I don't regret leaving the Navy, I miss the fun. Being a SEAL was everything to me. I was damn good at it, too. While Aaron and Jackson had no problem getting out and starting Cole Security Forces, I would've been buried in my uniform. However, my arm had other ideas and made the choice for me.

Jackson slaps my shoulder. "Ready to be badass again?"

"I never lost it. Unlike you other pussy whipped assholes."

"At least I get pussy, unlike some shithead who talks a lot of crap," he mutters under his breath.

"Keep it up, fat boy. You're starting to earn your call sign again, Muffin." I pull my goggles down and watch for the light to turn green. There's no hesitation as I jump out the hatch. The plane fades away as I plummet to, once again, do what I live for.

We all reach the ground safely a few miles from the IED site where this whole mess started.

Liam gives the hand commands as we split into teams of two. If I ever felt like a piece of shit before, it was nothing compared to now. Aaron is possibly still alive and nearby. We didn't search before, partly because Muff got shot, but I never even considered coming back. They claimed there were no survivors, and we listened.

If it were me, would I be pissed? Fuck yeah, I would. We should've looked.

"See that, up on the building?" Dempsey's voice cuts through the silence.

My eyes dart to where his hand is pointing. I can't see it clearly, but hanging from the antenna is a red scarf, the go-ahead signal from our contact.

"Charlie better not be fucking us around," I grumble. I've missed the way my body feels right now. Everything inside me is awakened. My mind knows there's danger and my muscles are tense so I do my best to relax. I can't be on edge or someone could get hurt. I remember how it felt to lose our teammates on that mission. I remember carrying Brian, Devon, and Fernando's bodies out. I remember watching the life fade from their eyes. Then to think of all the other drama we've dealt with being in the sandbox — this place gives me anxiety.

"She's on our side. Head in the game," Jackson snaps as he creeps forward. He's in the zone. I need to get there before we kick in the door.

As we approach the entrance, Liam comes through with the green light. "Petunia." His tone is clear. This time we're using flowers for code names. I liked it better when we used liquor or tobacco... more manly. Shows just how much the Navy is breeding pussies now.

Jackson braces his hand against the door, ready to push through, but someone pulls it open first. All of our guns raise, and my gaze locks on the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

The woman's hands slowly raise, and she casually removes the hijab that covers her mouth and hair. "Check out the garden, boys. Petunia." Her accent is clearly American. "He's down the hall and knows you're coming. There are three on guard by his cell. The others are out doing errands. I'm leaving with you, so don't fuck this up."

I stand there, staring, unable to form a fucking coherent thought. This is the CIA op? This five-foot-four, drop-dead gorgeous woman? No wonder she gets information. I'd sell my soul if she asked. Her hair is almost black and hangs straight, her eyes are ice blue, and don't get me started on what I imagine her plump lips doing. I've never seen anyone like her. I've never reacted to anyone like this before. I want her — any man would — but I want to own her. Every part of my body, especially one in particular, yearns for her. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks, if her hair feels like silk, and her voice — I'm done for.

Jackson lowers his gun and then addresses her. "Which door, Charlie?"

"Second on the left. I need a gun." She puts her hand out.

The need to protect her calls from deep within. "Maybe you should stay out here."

"And watch you guys get lost? I don't think so. Gun. Now." She doesn't look my way when she replies. She just waits for Jackson to hand her his pistol.

I don't like this. She may be trained by the CIA, but that's not saying she can handle combat. "Are you sure you know how to use it, princess?" I ask.

Her eyes meet mine and narrow. Oh, that got her attention. A storm's raging in those baby blues. She recovers quickly, though, when Jackson places his nine mil in her delicate palm. "Thanks. I'll let that slide since you obviously aren't aware of who I am," she says without taking her eyes off me. "We don't have a lot of time. Where's the rest of your team?"

"We are the team," I reply. Who is this girl? Maybe the CIA needs ten people, but Jackson, Liam, and I could handle this entire thing on our own — the six-guy team we brought is more than enough.

Jackson smirks. "They're approaching from a different entrance. Let's go."

"I'll lead," Charlie says and lifts the hijab over her hair.

"We know what we're doing." I speak just so she'll look at me again.

"Wouldn't want you to get lost or hurt. Don't worry, I'll protect you.” Her voice drips with sarcasm. My cock hardens. It fucking hardens on a goddamn mission. I am so fucked.

She opens the door and I push Muffin out of the way. No way is he going to be behind her. Charlie turns to relay a message, and notices he's not the one following. Her eyes roll, she holds up two fingers, and then she points to the room. The way her ass sways is hypnotic. I lock down the sexual urges flowing through me and focus. The two men trailing me let off two silent shots and then return to following us. We slink through the dirty hallway and come face to face with another guard.

I don't have a moment to take the sight. Charlie doesn't hesitate. No more than a breath passes before she raises the nine and shoots him in the head.

I'm in love. It's official. I'm going to blow my fucking load right here.

This woman is going to be mine.

She turns her head to face me and lifts her lips. The words that come from her mouth go straight to my groin. "Don't be afraid to pull the trigger next time, princess." Charlie's eyes glimmer, and I know right then that this woman will not be owned, but she sure as shit will own me.


Copyright © 2015 Corinne Michaels








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Release Date: January 19th 2016





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My life is a secret.

His life is dangerous.

We're both stubborn, calculating, and controlling.

Mark Dixon doesn't know what he's getting into. He doesn't know his games could cost us our lives. I have to do what is necessary to keep us alive, and that means guarding my heart.

But I know I'm defenseless against him, and in the end, he'll force me to surrender.












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Corinne Michaels is an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. She's happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.

Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn't ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha Navy SEALs are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.



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Flight & Glory #1
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She knew. That's why Mom hadn't opened the door. She knew he was dead.

Twenty years as an army brat and Ember Howard knew, too. The soldiers at the door meant her dad was never coming home. What she didn't know was how she would find the strength to singlehandedly care for her crumbling family when her mom falls apart.

Then Josh Walker enters her life. Hockey star, her new next-door neighbor, and not to mention the most delicious hands that insist on saving her over and over again. He has a way of erasing the pain with a single look, a single touch. As much as she wants to turn off her feelings and endure the heartache on her own, she can't deny their intense attraction.

Until Josh's secret shatters their world. And Ember must decide if he's worth the risk that comes with loving a man who could strip her bare.






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Hallway Scene - Josh POV

The tile floor was cold under my bare feet as I leaned back against the kitchen counter, eating even colder ice cream. Muffled voices came from the entry hall, which probably meant Jagger had another girl over. Not that I cared, but it was a harsh reminder that the only girl I wanted was literally a wall away and wanted nothing to do with me.

Then again, after watching her set that shirt on fire yesterday, I was beginning to think it was less me she was angry at and more the entire world. I got it, really. She'd lost her dad, her mom wasn't functioning, and she couldn't get a moment peaceful enough to get her feet under her. She was frustrating as hell, and I couldn't even blame her for it. Stronger women would have crumbled under what she’d been handed. So I flipped Jagger off when he’d asked me if we needed to call Oprah about my "manpain", ate ice cream like a heartbroken girl, and tried not to fantasize about licking it off Ember. Looks like I failed that one, too.

"Barbies?" Ember's voice came through clear as a bell, and I nearly dropped my spoon. Chills ran down my arms, and it wasn't because of the ice cream currently melting on my tongue. Nope, just my skin reacting to her nearness. I licked off the back of the spoon, abandoned the bowl on the counter, and moved to straighten my shirt, but I wasn't wearing one. I didn't give it a second thought before I quietly rounded the corner, leaning back against the wall to get a better look at her.

"Walker! You got company!" Jagger called out, not realizing I was right behind him. Then again, neither did Ember, which gave me a coveted minute to soak her in, adorable bare feet and all. "Just in case he isn't what you're looking for... My name"s Jagger."

"It's nice to meet you, Jagger."

"Oh, it's my pleasure."

Oh, hell no. I knew that voice on Jagger, the one that sought any good-looking woman in a five-mile radius, and couldn't stay quiet. "Jagger, back the fuck up off Ember."

His head dropped a fraction of an inch, just enough to let me know he'd heard me stake the claim. I'd pulled some kindergarten shit and basically licked her like a snack I didn't want to share — I didn't give a fuck if it was immature.

"And another one bites the dust," Jagger said as he passed by me. He shot up his eyebrows in question, and I answered with an almost indistinguishable nod. Yes, this is the girl I've been talking about.

He laughed so quietly I almost missed it. Almost. Laugh it up. One day it will be you.

I locked my gaze on Ember and waited to see what she would do. She was like a wounded animal, and every time I reached my hand out, she'd bite, so this time I'd let her move first. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to move toward her.

She walked inside the entry hall, stopping close enough for me to kiss. Damn, she was beautiful. I would have killed for even a hint of what was going on behind those blue eyes. She blinked, but stayed silent.

I reached out before I could stop myself and palmed her cheek. "December?" Damn if she didn't lean into my touch. It was there, the crackle of energy, the invisible tie that kept me tethered to her no matter how hard or far she pushed me away.

Her breath hitched as she turned into my hand, her lips parting as she skimmed over my skin, inhaling. Want slammed through me, and I forced it back on the bench. I wasn't sure why she was here, or what she needed, but it wasn't me pouncing on her.

Or maybe it is. I barely finished the thought before her mouth was on mine, hard and insistent. I was all too willing.

This wasn't a gentle kiss, or even an apologetic one. It was open, carnal, and I sank into her, desperate to give her what we both craved. A growl ripped from my throat when she sucked my tongue into her mouth. God, she was warm.

I took control, stroking down her curves until her perfect ass filled my hands. With a squeeze, I brought her with me as I flipped to press her against the wall. Then I kissed her like I needed to, stroking her mouth with my tongue the way I'd used my fingers on her body back in Breckenridge — relentlessly and to every advantage.

Her fingers sank into my hair, and she moaned into my mouth, pushing me one step closer to losing what little control I had left. But when she rocked her hips against me, all thoughts of restraint fled. I licked down her neck, savoring her pulse against my tongue and the way she gasped when I gently kissed the patch of skin at the base.

Zip! Holy shit. She unzipped her hoodie, exposing miles of soft skin above her tank top. I picked her up, using the wall as leverage as I set my mouth to the delicate lines of her collarbone. Her taste, her scent, all of her surrounded me, blurring the outside world until there was only Ember.

I met her gaze, her eyes soft and hazed with the same lust streaking through my veins. "Josh," she whispered, holding my face like I was something precious. I'd been a lot of things to a lot of different girls, but precious wasn't really one of them, and she was infinitely more precious to me for it.

I set her down but didn't back away, feeling every curve and hollow against my bare skin, and barely biting back a groan. I wish I'd had a shirt on. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? Ten shirts couldn't have protected me from Ember.

I kissed her again, using every ounce of skill I had to make her lose herself in the same way I had. I kept her guessing, never allowing her to settle into the kiss, changing the tempo, the pressure, anything to keep her as off-balance as she had me. She skimmed her fingers down my chest, along the lines of my stomach, and tensed. She dipped her fingers under the band of my flannel pants, and I was ready to rip every piece of clothing off her body so I could get to her skin. Another inch and she'd feel exactly how badly I wanted her.

Damn it. This was way too much, and not anything of what she actually needed. I'd be her whatever, but I had to draw the line when she was doing more harm than good. "December," I whispered against her mouth, her lips swollen from mine, and pulled back just far enough to rest my forehead against hers. I closed my eyes until I had my body back under control. "I'm fucking desperate to carry you to my bedroom, but I don't think this is what you want."

Her eyes flew wide, and her skin stained pink before she hid behind her hands. "What am I doing?"

I got my shit under control, taking two deep breaths before I pulled her hands away. "What are you doing?"

"I came to say I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. Sorry for the mixed signals." She laughed. "But apparently I jumped you instead, and now I'm sorry for that, too."

"Sorry for jumping me?" Hell no. I smiled. She could be sorry for pushing me away, for going from hot to cold faster than the kitchen faucet she used to put that fire out yesterday. But I wouldn"t let her apologize for giving me a few minutes to glimpse heaven.

"No. I'm not sorry for jumping you. I'm sorry about my god-awful timing."

My smile slipped as I ran my thumb across the lips I was becoming obsessed with. "I told you I'm here for whatever you need, Ember. Jumping, apologies, whatever."

"I'd better get back to studying."

Boom. She may as well have slammed the door on me, and I retreated a step. "I'd better get in the shower."

"Didn't you just...?"

I let my mind wander to the shower, to what I could do to her body, pressed up against mine, water making her slick under my hands – how easy it would be to slide inside her. Stop. "Yeah, but I think I need another one at a different temperature."

She flushed brighter pink. "Oh. I'm sorry about that, too."

I couldn't stop a grin from overtaking me. "I'm not." I stepped forward until her back hit the wall, then bent down, a breath away from her lips, from what I knew we both wanted but wouldn't push for. "If you apologize like that, feel free to treat me like shit any time you want. I will be your personal doormat."





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Hallowed Ground
Flight & Glory #4
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Rebecca Yarros

Release Date: January 25th 2016

Genre: Military Romance






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There are some debts you can't repay.

Josh Walker is loyal, reckless, and every girl's dream. But he only has eyes for December Howard, the girl he's craved since his high school hockey days. Together they have survived grief, the military, distance, and time as they've fought for stolen weekends between his post at Ft. Rucker and her college at Vanderbilt. Now that Josh is a medevac pilot and Ember is headed toward graduation, they're moving on — and in — together.

Ember never wanted the Army life, but loving Josh means accepting whatever the army dictates — even when that means saying goodbye as Josh heads to Afghanistan, a country that nearly killed him once before and that took her father. But filling their last days together with love, passion, and plans for their future doesn't temper Ember's fear, and if there's one thing she's learned from her father's death, it's that there are some obstacles even love can't conquer.

Flight school is over.
This is war.










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Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. In addition to being a mom, military wife, and blogger, she can never choose between Young Adult and New Adult fiction, so she writes both. She's a graduate of Troy University, where she studied European history and English, but still holds out hope for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues surrounding the military life she adores.

When she's not writing, she's tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years. They finally can call Colorado home along with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog.



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♡ Release Week Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Built (Saints of Denver #1) by Jay Crownover @JayCrownover @InkSlingePR





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Built
Saints of Denver #1
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Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 5th 2016





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From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes an electrifying new spin-off series, Saints of Denver, featuring all the characters fans have been dying to read about.

Sayer Cole and Zeb Fuller couldn't be more different. She's country club and fine-dining, he's cell-block and sawdust. Sayer spends her days in litigation, while Zeb spends his working with his hands. She's French silk, he's all denim and flannel.

Zeb's wanted the stunning blonde since the moment he laid eyes on her. It doesn't matter how many smooth moves he makes, the reserved lawyer seems determinedly oblivious to his interest — either that or she doesn't return it. Sayer is certain the rough, hard, hot-as-hell Zeb could never want someone as closed off and restrained as she is, which is a shame because something tells her he might be the guy to finally melt her icy exterior.

But just as things start to heat up, Zeb is blindsided by a life altering moment from his past. He needs Sayer's professional help to right a wrong and to save more than himself. He can't risk what's at stake just because his attraction to Sayer feels all consuming. But as these opposites dig in for the fight of their lives, battling together to save a family, the steam created when fire and ice collide can no longer be ignored.












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It was late.

I was really tired.

I had a full day at work tomorrow and I needed to be up early enough so I could swing by the gym before I went into my office.

I had also agreed to have drinks with a fellow attorney after my final court appearance of the day. It was a semidate I had already rescheduled twice, so I couldn't reasonably back out again without looking like a complete jerk. Doing any of that on a few hours of sleep was less than ideal, but I was getting used to running on fumes lately. I, too, was having dreams that woke me up in the middle of the night, that left me shaken, heated, and too wound up to stay in bed.

Only my dreams weren't terror inducing — they were good. Oh, so fucking good. They were better than good. They were the best dreams I had ever had. Hell, the dreams were better than any kind of actual sexual experience I had ever had while wide-awake. They were the kind of dreams that had me jerking up from a dead sleep while I panted and sweated. I woke up twisting in my sheets and touching myself because the man that starred in each and every single one of them was nowhere around.

Control was everything to me, and Zeb Fuller made me want to lose it even when he was sound asleep in his own bed all the way across Denver.





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Leveled
Saints of Denver #0.5





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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men and The Point series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.



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