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♡ Blog Tour ♡ Outside the Lines (On the Run #1) by Lisa Desrochers @LisaDez @InkSlingerPR



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Outside the Lines
On the Run #1
by
Lisa Desrocher

Release Date: January 19, 2016





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From the author of the USA Today bestselling A Little Too Far series, the first in an edgy new contemporary romance series that follows a family on the run...

As the oldest son of a Chicago crime lord, Robert Delgado always knew how dangerous life could be. With his mother dead and his father in prison, he's taking charge of his family's safety — putting himself and his siblings in witness protection to hide out in a backwater Florida town.

Fourth grade teacher Adri Wilson is worried about the new boy in her class. Sherm is quiet and evasive, especially when he's around his even cagier older brother. Adri can't help her attraction to Rob, or the urge to help them both in whatever way she can.

But the Delgados have enemies on two sides of the mob — their father's former crew and the rival family he helped take down. It's only a matter of time before someone finds them. And if Rob isn’t careful, Adri could end up in the crossfire...










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Chapter 2

Adri

"Is this straight?" Dad asks, peering in the mirror across from the front door and messing with the badge on the breast pocket of his blue shirt.

There is almost no crime on our little island because Dad is legendary for taking down drug rings and poachers, but when it comes to the little things, like pinning his badge on straight, he still needs help.

That's why I'm here.

When Mom died last spring, I came back from Jacksonville so I could live at home and help Dad. He and Mom were high school sweethearts and married not long after graduation. He's always been taken care of. I don't want him to be alone.

I move to where he is and turn him, unpinning the badge and straightening it. I smooth his salt and pepper hair off his forehead and stretch up on my toes to kiss the smooth patch of cheek above the line of his beard. "I seriously doubt they're going to send the Chief of Police home for a dress code infraction."

"We'll see," he chuckles, giving my blond ponytail a gentle tug. "You ready for your first day influencing the youth of Port St. Mary?"

I was over the moon when I got the call three days ago that Mrs. Martin had had surgery and they needed a long-term sub for her class. Not that I'm happy they hacked out her gallbladder or anything, but her loss is my gain, so to speak.

I come from a long line of educators. Mom was my first grade teacher. Both of her sisters, her father, and her grandfather taught as well. You could say it's in my DNA. I resisted it for a while, thought I wanted to go into finance, but by my junior year at Clemson I had to finally admit to myself teaching was what I really wanted to do. I changed my major to Education and finished my credential just before Mom died.

Since her death, it's felt even more urgent to me to teach — like maybe following in her footsteps will somehow keep her spirit alive. But Port St. Mary and the surrounding communities are small, and teaching jobs are pretty scarce. I was afraid I was going to have to try elsewhere come fall. This was a prayer answered... which makes me a little afraid I might have had something to do with poor Mrs. Martin's gallbladder flaring up. And now it's starting to feel like one of those "be careful what you wish for" scenarios.

I rub my sweaty palms down my slacks. "What happens if they hate me?"

Dad wraps me in his arms and squeezes me in a bear hug, crushing the air out of my lungs. "They're going to love you, punkin. Your mom would be so proud of you right now," he says, a catch in his voice. "I hope you know that."

I swallow back the lump in my throat and look up at him. I can't even remember the last time he's brought her up out of the blue like this. "I know, Dad, but thanks for saying so." He lets me go and I shoulder my messenger bag. "Time to face the music."

We step out the back door to where my old electric blue Chevy Lumina is parked in the driveway, next to Dad's only slightly less conspicuous cruiser. Dad watches as I slide in and turn the key. The engine chugs but doesn't turn over.

I blow out a breath and pop the hood. By the time I grab the monkey wrench on the floor of the passenger side and get out of the car, Dad already has the hood propped up and is looking over the engine compartment.

"Don't mess with Frank, Dad." I point my finger in a circle at the guts of my poor Frankencar. Me and my best friend Chuck rebuilt most of the insides from junkyard parts when we took auto shop our senior year in high school. "It's a delicate balance."

He grins and steps back, his hands in the air. "Wouldn't dream of it."

I will always love Frank — he was my first — but I know I need a new car. Dad's offered me Mom's T-Bird, but I'm twenty-three. I'm supposed to be responsible for myself at this point. And besides, I'd rather he sold Mom's car and put the money towards his retirement. Even though Port St. Mary is pretty sleepy most of the time, everyday he goes to work, I worry.

I reach between the radiator and the engine and give the alternator a sharp rap with the wrench, then slip back into the driver's seat. When I turn the key, Frank chugs twice, same as always, then rumbles to life.

Dad ducks into the cruiser and gives me a little salute as I pull out.

Port St. Mary Elementary is only about two miles from home. It takes a grand total of eight minutes to drive there. Technically, it's a one-room schoolhouse. The tiny twelve-space parking lot butts up against an octagonal building, which, in fact, is just one big room inside. In the exact center of the building are the bathrooms and storage closets, and from there, folding accordion partitions section off each wedge of the octagon. Each wedge is a grade level, kinder through sixth, and a multipurpose room. To the right of the parking lot is a doublewide "portable" that houses the school offices and small staff room. Behind that, children are already gathering in the playground, which is really just a weed-infested lot with a slide and jungle gym that has been there since before I started kindergarten here.

When I walk around the octagon to the door marked with a big yellow four and step inside, it's like deja vu all over again. Mrs. Martin (she told me to call her Pam when we talked on the phone about the lesson plan yesterday, but I can't bring myself to) has had the same posters on the walls since the dawn of time. The presidential chart ends with Reagan. She had already been teaching fourth grade in this same classroom for, like, twenty years when I had her.

I move to her desk, to the right of the door, and set my bag on it. And that's when I see the note from Principal Richmond.

A new student.

I brush my palms down my slacks again, a fresh jolt of nerves twisting my insides into knots. I was already going to be way over my head with a classroom full of nine-year-olds fresh off Christmas vacation and all sugared up on candy canes.

I look over the instructions. Sherman William Davidson needs his reading comprehension assessment, writing and grammar evaluation, and his math skills worksheet completed by the end of the week.

I blow a wisp of hair off my forehead and unpack my toothpaste and toothbrush, my journal, and a few of my favorite colored pens into Mrs. Martin's desk, careful not to displace her things too much. I'm just pulling the assessments for the new kid from the file cabinet when the classroom door opens. I hear Principal Richmond's gravel voice before I turn around. "...and his classroom is here. We just got word a few days ago that our regular fourth grade teacher is out on medical leave, but Sherman will be in good hands with Ms. Wilson. She's a very capable substitute."

I take a deep breath as I turn and hope he's not lying.

I substituted five times during fall semester. For the most part, everything went great until I subbed for Mrs. Yetz's eighth grade class the week before winter break. Somehow, what started out as a math lab on probability devolved into a liar's dice tournament, complete with money changing hands. I wasn't sure they'd call me back after that.

But when I see Principal Richmond waddle his round frame through the door, I straighten the scarf I tied over my favorite teal sweater and try to look as confident in what he said as he does.

"Ms. Wilson," he says, waving me over. "This is your new student, Sherman."

Sherman is a wiry little thing with unruly brown hair and clothes that hang off him a little. He looks as if he'd vanish into himself if given the chance.

"He goes by Sherm," the man standing next to him says.

I look up into some of the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. Heavy dark brows curve over irises the color of honey with burgundy flecks through them. Thick brown waves are loose around a strong face with angled cheekbones, and a square jaw covered in two-day stubble. Set in flawless olive skin are lips so firm and red they make me forget the frown that's turning them down slightly at the corners. He's just so... gorgeous, like something out of a magazine or a movie. And he's tall — well over six feet of broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips under his blue button-down shirt. The tails are loose over pressed jeans that fit him just so. Everything about him is tailored and cultured and nothing like any of the year-rounders who live on this bumpkin island. But it's not just the way he looks. A blend of confidence and something else I can't identify but makes him feel a little intimidating wafts off him with the spicy cologne I keep catching hints of. He's nothing like anyone I've ever met, even at Clemson.

I feel my jaw dangling and snap it closed, pulling myself together long enough to extend an arm. "I'm Adri."

Principal Richmond clears his throat, and when I flick a glance his direction, I know my ogling didn't go unnoticed. His brow is deeply furrowed and his frown curves so low it makes him look like one of those marionettes, where their chin is a whole different piece of wood than the rest of their face.

My eyes bulge and I shift my outstretched hand to Sherm. "I mean, Miss Wilson. Welcome to Port St. Mary, Sherm."

The boy just looks at me with sad eyes the color of his... father's?

My gaze gravitates back to the guy towering over me. Could he be Sherm's dad? He looks way too young to have a nine-year-old. He also looks all business. There's nothing soft or nurturing in his cold, sharp gaze as it flicks around the classroom, silently assessing.

"What's on the other side of those partitions?" he asks Principal Richmond.

"The third and fifth grade classrooms," he answers.

The guy's eyes continue to scan the room. "He'll spend all day in here?"

The principal nods. "Except when he's on the playground."

"Is there security on campus?"

Principal Richmond looks momentarily perplexed, rubbing his round stomach as if he's thinking with it. "Not as such. We have yard monitors during recess and lunch, and the teachers are responsible for the children when they're here in class."

"What about lunch?"

"He can bring his own lunch, or buy a bag lunch from Nutritional Services for three dollars. Either way, if it's nice weather, the children eat outside at the picnic tables. On rainy days, we open the partitions and they eat inside as a group."

The guy reaches into his pocket, but Principal Richmond holds up his hand to stop him when he comes out with a thick wad of cash. "We don't allow students to carry money on campus. When we're done here, I'll take you to the office and have you purchase a scan card for Nutritional Services."

The guy nods, then moves to the door and jiggles the knob. "The exterior doors are left unlocked?"

"During school hours, yes." Principal Richmond answers, moving to my desk and shuffling through the papers I pulled for Sherm.

The guy's full lips narrow into a tight line and he scowls at the door. He spins and starts toward the door in the back of the room, leaving no stone unturned.

I wipe my hands down my slacks again and decide just to ask. "So, you're Sherm's father?"

His feet stall on the chipped linoleum and he seems to finally notice I exist. "Brother," he answers, and that one word seems to carry the weight of the world with it as it falls from his mouth.

His eyes make a slow sweep of my face, and as they trail down my neck, the front of my sweater, over my hips and down my legs, I'm frozen in place, paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze.

Principal Richmond shoves some papers in my face, breaking the spell. "You still have fifteen minutes until the bell. Maybe you can get Sherman started on these."

"Um..." I grab the papers out of his hand as Big Brother blinks, some of the thickest lashes I've ever seen hiding those incredible eyes. "Yeah. We'll do that..."

Principal Richmond guides Big Brother to the door. "Let's get out of their way and let them get started. I'm sure Sherman will have a positive experience here. Children his age tend to adjust quickly," he's saying as the door swings closed behind them.





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Lisa Desrochers is the author of the USA Today bestselling A Little Too Far series and the YA Personal Demons trilogy. She lives in northern California with her husband, two very busy daughters, and Shini the tarantula. There is never a time that she can be found without a book in her hand, and she adores stories that take her to new places and then take her by surprise. Connect with her online at www.lisadwrites.com, on her blog at lisadesrochers.blogspot.com, on Twitter at @LisaDez, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/LisaDesrochersAuthor.



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♡ Excerpt Reveal ♡ Hallowed Ground (Flight & Glory #4) by Rebecca Yarros @RebeccaYarros @RSofRomance





"I've never been able to hold back with you. It's always been full measures or nothing. No halfway bullshit."

She ran her fingers through my hair, and I groaned when she scratched her nails lightly over my scalp. God, it felt so damn good.

"I've always loved that about us. We're all in. Always."

"Yes."

"But that's not ugly. Nothing you've told me is ugly."

My stomach dropped, and we passed through the station on route to Peak Eight. I looked up to the green mountains, their beauty overwhelming, their sheer size distorted because we were too close to accurately gauge their mass.

"Even knowing everything we have, this incredible love that we share, our beautiful life that we're building..." I shook my head and looked down at her knees.

"Josh." She tipped my chin. "I'm here. No matter what you're about to say."

"Medevacing the wounded... Ember, I've found my purpose. I'll always go when they call. How many deployments can you wait through? How many times can I leave you?"

Fear streaked through her eyes, but she masked it before I could question her. "As many as it takes. I would rather sit home and wait for you, than spend a lifetime with anyone else."





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New Military Romance from Rebecca Yarros in
Hallowed Ground (Book Four) of the
Flight & Glory Series releases January 25th!

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Hallowed Ground
Flight & Glory #4
by
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 Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Full Domain (Nice Guys Novel #3) by Kindle Alexander @KindleAlexander @EJBookPromos




Full Domain
Nice Guys Novel #3
by
Kindle Alexander

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: September 11, 2015

Cover Artist: Reese Dante







Honor, integrity, and loyalty are how Deputy US Marshal Kreed Sinacola lives his life. A former SEAL now employed by the Special Operations Group of the US Marshal Service, Kreed spent most of his life working covert operations and avoiding relationships. Never one to mix business with pleasure, his boundaries blur and his convictions are put to the test when he finally comes face-to-face with the hot computer geek he's been partnered with. Hell-bent on closing the ongoing case for his longtime friend, he pushes past his own limits and uncovers more than he expects.

Aaron Stuart strives for one thing: justice. Young and full of idealism, his highly sought after computer skills land him a position with the National Security Agency. Aaron's biggest hazard at his job is cramped fingers, but all that changes when he is drawn into the middle of a dangerous federal investigation. Aaron gets more than he bargained for when the FBI partners him with a handsome and tempting deputy US marshal. His attraction to the inked up, dark-haired man provides another kind of threat altogether. Aaron tries desperately to place a firewall around his heart and fight his developing feelings, knowing one misstep on his part could ultimately destroy him.

The solution isn't as easy as solving the case, which is treacherous enough as it is. But the growing sexual attraction between them threatens to derail more than just Kreed's personal convictions as he quickly learns temptation and matters of the heart rarely fit easily into the rules he's lived by. Will Kreed be able to convince Aaron to open his heart and face the fact that sometimes the answers aren't always hidden in code?


































"You're so fucking sexy with those fuck-me-I'm-so-smart glasses on and that intense look on your face."

Aaron glanced up and narrowed his eyes as he shoved the glasses off to the top of his head and stretched out his back. There was just something about the big, gorgeous deputy marshal growling those words at him that made his dick want to come out and play. A tired yawn from hours of sitting behind his laptop slipped free as he rubbed his eyes.

"And those noises you make are a complete turn-on."

"I have a feeling it doesn't take much to turn you on. A slight gust of wind would probably have you at full mast," Aaron teased, lowering the lid to his laptop.





































Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com.

















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