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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Beautiful Storm by Megan Isaacs @misaacsauthor @BTSPromosPR




Beautiful Storm
by
Megan Isaacs

Release Date: December 7, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance





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He was my salvation.

Interviewing the notorious owner of 'Ignition' should have been simple. When asked to go home with him, I should've said 'no'. But Noah Hamilton's tattooed, hard body and rugged features were impossible to resist. I wanted him to touch me. And I longed to be loved again. I craved the escape and was desperate to know him. Much like his lifestyle, our heated affair took off at warp speed, proving to be stronger than either of us anticipated. Trapped between my past and future, there was only one decision to make. So I ran...

She was my downfall.

From the moment Lizzie Ryder stepped into my shop, I wanted her. Had to have her. A reserved journalist with a body of sin and mesmerising eyes was all it took for me to fall. Hard. The night she let me touch her, taste her, I knew I was done for. I never deserved her, but needed to make her mine. She found the heart I never knew I had, brought it to life, and then crushed it to dust. And just like her storm-filled eyes, I drowned in the flood of her desertion. Reaching my breaking point, I struggled to forget the only woman I ever foolishly fell for and dove headfirst into my dark past, barely surviving her.

And now she's back.

What happens when our weaknesses become our strengths? Do we reveal and fight…or keep our secrets and run? And can we withstand the devastation left after the Beautiful Storm?


Due to sexual content, possible triggers, and excessive bad language reader discretion is advised. 18+








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I grab my drink and make my way around to the other side of the dance floor. The fight to get there becomes worth it when I find Lizzie still where I spotted her. She's leant on the railing, which surrounds the dance floor, and her face is turned away from me. Most people would think she's watching the dancing, but her chin's tilted slightly upwards. I follow what I think is her line of sight to find nothing but darkness. Shame I can't observe her from the front, but I'd guess she's wearing a thousand-yard stare.I move in close to her, resting my forearms on the railing, which brings me down to her level. No movement comes from her. She has no idea anyone is next to her at all. Not wanting to scare her, I nudge her with my thigh. Startled, she stands up straighter and turns at the same time, almost losing her footing. Instinctively, I reach out to save her. She stands still, her chest heaving, and slowly lifts her head. The heat in my body increases with every millisecond it takes her to reach my face.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

For a second, the strobe lights graze her face, revealing a pink tinge to her cheeks."It's okay... I'm sorry about earlier."

Her gaze won't meet mine so I let her wrists go, even though my fingers itch at the loss of contact.

I'm sick of the woman spending more time looking at the floor than at me. I want, no, I need her to look at me.

Crooking I crook my forefinger under her chin, and I raise it up so she has no choice. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. We danced. I wanted to kiss you. You didn't want it." I let her chin go and shrug my shoulders like I'm not bothered by it, when, if I'm honest, it fucking meant something to me. "No big deal."

"No. You're wrong." Her voice is timid, and hard to hear above the music.

"What do you mean?"

Her gaze flicks south again, and I've had about enough. I'm envious of the fucking floor. The thought registers and then I dismiss it.

She seems to bolster herself like she did in our interview. Her shoulders square back, her chest rises with a deep inhale, and then she raises her eyes and her gaze meets mine.

She looks me square in the eye. "I wanted it." No hesitation. No looking at the floor this time. I'm fucked.

I edge in closer to her, not wanting her to run away again. But I need my mouth on hers, or I'm going to explode.

Her body grazes against mine and my arms instinctively wrap around her, pulling her against me. I know she can feel me when her hips tilt and press in harder. The constant noise from the club fades away, no longer the focus of my attention. I hear nothing but her and her stuttered breaths.

"Now?" I'm asking again. It may be the worst thing I've ever done, but I need confirmation from her this is what she wants.

Her eyelids flutter shut and when she opens them, there’s an electric storm in her eyes. Still, I wait, desperate for an answer but unwilling to push for one. I get what I've been waiting for. She nods her head , all the while keeping eye contact with me.

I lower my head and she pushes up onto her tiptoes, her mouth hovering over mine. Our breaths are rapid. One hand releases her waist and instead cradles her nape. Unable to wait any longer, I dip down the last inch. I give a gentle tug on her bottom lip and feel her smile against me. She nips mine back and her tongue runs the seam of my lips, they part for her, and swollen lips cover my own.

Terrified of consuming her, I let her take the lead. Our lips join, her tongue flicks into my mouth, dancing with mine in hesitant lashes. The sweet taste of mint mixed with rum dances across my taste buds and I groan into her mouth. Her hands fist into my shirt, demanding more. My heart pounds fierce in my chest and I'm lost in the sensation, in her. Her fingers grasp onto my hair and I lose control, pulling her back a few feet into a dark spot and up against the wall. Lips bruise, teeth clash, and one hand digs into her hips, rocking her against my cock. The other runs the length of her side, grazing my thumb across the soft swell of her tit.

Her leg hitches around my thigh, the motion lifting her dress, revealing more flesh. It's like a magnet for my hand, as it lets her hip go and wanders down onto the newly exposed skin. All the while, our lips and tongues are entwined. I can't get enough. I need more. Much more.

Not yet. Not here.

I pull away, utterly breathless, and rest my forehead against hers. Our breaths pant in unison. "Come home with me?"





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Megan Isaacs lives happily in the UK with her husband and son.

If you asked her about herself she would say she's completely crackers. Always the introvert with an extrovert exterior. A complete mash up of improbabilities.

She loves her family, but that goes without saying. She loves reading and tea. Lots and lots of tea. She used to be pretty good shot with a shotgun, but hasn't shot since she was five months pregnant when she beat her husband for the one and only time. Hanging up her barrels seemed like a good idea after that.



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♡ Excerpt Reveal ♡ Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1) by M.N. Forgy @m_n_forgy @RSofRomance #PreOrder





"Fuck you, Zeek! I am an officer of the law, and you!" I point at him, words starting to slur. "You're a criminal, one everyone around here seems to pussyfoot around—"

"Everyone except you," he interrupts. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" he whispers, his head leaning back, eyes gleaming down at me. His question is laced with so many emotions, and I'm not sure how to answer.

Truth is, I am afraid of Zeek. I'm afraid of him for so many reasons.

"Who says I'm not? You're a bad guy, Zeek," I mutter. Citizens and law enforcement are conditioned to fear him, what he represents.

He steps forward, his hands slipping into his jeans pockets.

"I could be a good guy," he whispers, looking at me as if he's trying to tell me something.





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One bad biker. One gorgeous sheriff.
One intense biker romance.

Reign releases on January 27th!

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Reign
Sin City Outlaws #1
by
M.N. Forgy

Release Date: January 27th 2016

Genre: Biker Romance






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As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, I fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone.

The women are fast and the violence is intense.

I excel in both.

People either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It's just the truth.

I was a king, reigning over Vegas without complication, until one gorgeous sheriff made everything fall apart.

When I saw her, I became a Neanderthal, wanting nothing more than to be between those legs.

I guess that's where I went wrong, because my reality was shot to hell real fucking fast.

One kiss caused her to step over that blue line.

One night in her bed made me a traitor.

And now... we're both screwed.












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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.



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♡ Book Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Next to Me by Allie Everhart @AuthorAllie @XpressoReads




Next to Me
by
Allie Everhart

Release Date: January 2nd 2016

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance





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After losing her parents and brother in a car crash, Callie dropped out of college and went to live in the small town where her family used to spend the summers. A year later, and struggling to move on, she keeps to herself and wants to be left alone. So she's not too happy when her new neighbor keeps knocking on her door.

Nash Wheeler, a 25-year-old construction worker from Chicago, inherited the house next to Callie's and is living there while he renovates it. Outgoing, confident, and never one to back down from a challenge, Nash sets out to get to know his new neighbor, inviting her over for dinner and offering to fix things around her house.

As much as his persistence annoys her, Callie finds herself attracted to the tall, muscular guy next door. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes how much they have in common. Like Callie, Nash has experienced loss, but when he opens up to her about it, she's not willing to do the same. It's too personal.

Nash is just her neighbor. Just some guy living there for the summer. But is that really all he is? Or is he the one person who can finally help her move on?








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Callie

Nash turns the TV on and flips through to a reality show where some guy tries to survive in the wild. "How about this?"

"That's fine."

He smiles. "Callie, I was joking. I didn't think you'd actually want to watch some guy trying to catch fish and make a fire for an hour. I'll find something else." He flips through the channels.

"Nash, really. I don't care. You came over to watch TV so watch whatever you want."

He mutes the TV and looks at me. "That's not why I came over."

My stomach clenches as I prepare for him to confront me about my mini breakdown. God, I can't believe I did that.

"Then why'd you come over?" I ask, lifting my legs onto the couch and hugging my knees to my chest.

He has that same concerned look he had when we were at his house. "Because I—"

"Don't," I blurt out.

"Don't what?"

"Don't say whatever you were going to say." I pull my knees even tighter to my chest.

He notices my closed off body language and his face turns from concerned back to his normal, casual, smiling self. "I was going to say that I like hanging out with you. You're strange, but in a good way."

"I'm not strange!" I extend my leg out and jab him with my foot.

"I said in a good way." He laughs and grabs my foot, moving over a little so he can set it on his lap.

"Let go of my foot," I say, trying to yank it back.

"You like foot rubs?" He kneads his thumb into the base of my foot and, holy crap, that might be the best feeling ever. I relax my leg and let him continue. "Is that a yes?"

I nod. "Yes."

He chuckles. "Sink down a little. It's not as good when you're sitting up."

Before I can analyze if this is a good idea or not, my body slides down on the couch. Nash turns the sound back on the TV but lowers the volume. Then he wraps both hands around my foot and massages it, his thumbs making long deep strokes from my heel to my toes. My head relaxes against the throw pillow and I close my eyes, focusing on how amazing this feels. One of my boyfriends in college gave me a foot rub one time and it was horrible. It hurt, and then tickled, and then hurt even more, so I never let him do it again.

But this? This is incredible. Nash is only touching my foot and yet I can feel it affecting other parts of my body. My head's relaxing. My arms. My legs. And... oh, God, how did that happen?

"That good, huh?"

"What?" I open my eyes.

"The foot rub."

"What about it?"

He smiles. "You were, uh... making some noise just now."

"I wasn't making noise," I insist. I try to sit up but he holds my foot so I can't move.

"You were moaning," he says as he runs his thumb up the center of my foot. Shit, that feels good.

"I was NOT moaning." I prop up on my elbows. "Who moans over a foot rub? That's ridiculous."

He eyes me, a sly grin on his face, and then his thumb goes to that spot again. The one that is somehow able to cause a tingle between my legs.

"Oh, God," I moan, my head falling back.

I hear him chuckle. "Yeah, that. That was it. Sounded like a moan to me."

Shit, he's right.

My eyes pop open. "How did you do that?"

"Do what? This?" His thumb returns to that spot.

I tense up, trying to hold myself back from lunging forward onto Nash's lap and having my way with him right here on the couch.

"Stop it," I say, trying to wiggle my foot out of his grasp.

"Why?" He smiles. "What does it do to you?"

I'm breathing hard, although I'm trying not to. "Nothing. It's just..." I relax back on the couch as his thumb moves to the middle of my foot, massaging it with long, steady strokes.

"Would you prefer I do this instead of that other thing?"

Now that I've experienced the 'other thing' I want more of it. But that would lead to something we shouldn't be doing, so I answer, "Yes. You should probably just stick with that. What you're doing now. That's good."

"If you ever want the other thing, just let me know." He shoots a flirty smile at me, then turns back to the TV.






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Allie Everhart is a hopeless romantic who writes books about love. Allie has authored fourteen novels, including The Jade Series, a college romance that follows the story of Jade and Garret as they deal with numerous obstacles trying to tear them apart. Her other series, The Kensingtons, is a romantic suspense series. After writing two series, she’s now working on several standalone books, including her latest book, Next to Me, a new adult romance.



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