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♡ Blog Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Distracted By Her (Windy City Millionaires #1) by Caitlyn Blue @authorcblue @InkSlingerPR #Live #OneClick




Today we have the blog tour for Distracted By Her by Caitlyn Blue.

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Distracted By Her
Windy City Millionaires #1
by
Caitlyn Blue

Release Date: October 24th 2017





✾ Synopsis ✾


Windy City Millionaire Devlin Stone is about to discover that love and revenge don't mix.

Fifteen years ago my father went to jail for crime he didn't commit. Now, I'm back to take revenge on the man who sent him there. He believes himself untouchable, and for the most part, he is. His daughter, however, is very touchable and well within my reach.

I remember her as a sweet kid, who took piano lessons from my mother. These days she's a complicated woman, who has a knack for distracting me from my retribution.

She wants to save me. I intend to ruin her. Things are going to get interesting.






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✿ Excerpt ✿


"Hello, Rebecca."

Hearing Devlin's voice brings me back to earth with a thump. Almost ten days have gone by since I've seen him, and over the last week and a half I've changed my mind dozens of times, hoping the whole messed up situation will go away on its own. Of course, I know better than that.

"Devlin."

He stands a few feet away, wearing an impeccable dark gray suit, white shirt, and pale gray tie. While I'd been lost in the music, he'd gotten close without my noticing. Discomfort smothers my earlier exhilaration. I stare at his chest, unable to lift my gaze to gauge his expression. I'm in the process of exploring unfamiliar territory. The self-consciousness that had momentarily left me now rushes back. I see myself through his eyes. Gawky. Perspiring. Exposed. The last thing I need right now is for him to criticize me.

Although my breathing is coming a little easier, my heart rate has yet to slow. "What are you doing here?" I sound like a grumpy teenager.

"Sammy invited me to dinner."

I'm almost able to smile as I say, "You'll enjoy that. Thom is a terrific cook."

If I focus, I can almost detect the delicious scent of Thom's culinary mastery wafting from the large white house. I consider my sparse refrigerator and my mouth waters. Often Sammy and Thom invite me to eat with them, but I try to accept only once a week. I worry that they feel obligated and ask out of concern because of the Louisville Symphony lockout.

"What were you playing?" he asks. "It wasn't anything I recognize."

"Nothing. I was just messing around with some dubstep music."

Interest kindles in his dark eyes. "Dubstep?"

"It's a little hard to explain." I'm protective of my eclectic musical interests and don't want to share them with Devlin. "I should get going." Before I can take more than a couple steps, his question stops me.

"Is the Bluegrass Jam still held in Smith Park? It's this Saturday, right?"

"Yes." I eye him, wondering if this is what passed for small talk in his mind. "And it's gotten even bigger than when you lived here."

The event is organized by the Bluegrass Belles and benefits the local food shelf. In addition to three bands, there are games and booths selling food and art. Once the sun sets, the crowds will get to enjoy fireworks synchronized to music. It's my favorite event of the year, but given the gossip being spread around town thanks to Edward, I've decided to stay away.

"I'd like to attend with you."

I shake my head. "I'm not going."

"Do you have other plans?" he asks.

"No."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Aren't you dating Val? I saw you having dinner with her the other night." It had sparked a memory of them as a couple in high school.

"We're just friends. She's already involved with someone."

When I avoid looking at him, he takes a step in my direction. The memory of our various encounters makes my knees unsteady. His naked skin and glorious muscles. The way he'd looked at me that day at Wolcroft Hall. How he can touch nothing more than my chin and make me want to tear his clothes off.

"Have you been thinking about what we talked about?" He pitches his voice to intimate levels.

I'm still embarrassed that I assumed he was propositioning me. "Yes."

"Look at me."

I take my time obeying him, stealing a few precious seconds to compose my features. I'm going to make a fool of myself over him. It's only a matter of time. I curse. So many things are going wrong in my life right now. I might as well add Devlin Stone to the list.

"What's it going to be?"

"I can't." It's a ridiculous idea. "Who's going to believe we're a couple? I don't know the first thing about you."

"So you want to get to know me better?" Dark amusement rumbles in his throat.

The impact of his allure crashes over me like a rogue wave. I flounder, losing the ability to speak. My fingers tighten on my bow as I'm pummeled by the craving to burrow my fingers in his thick, black hair and draw his lips to mine.

"How would you like that to happen?" His question feathers over my skin. "Dinner? Long romantic walks? Maybe we could catch a movie?"

Dreamy summer evenings lit by candlelight and perfumed by honeysuckle flash through my mind. The crisp taste of chardonnay on my tongue. The sweep of Devlin's lips against mine, sweet with chocolate and smoky with bourbon.

"Is that how Tickwell got you into bed?"

He'd gone too far. I reclaim my voice. "For the hundredth time, I'm not involved with Edward."

"Are you in love with him?" Obviously he enjoys the sound of his own voice too much to listen to me.

"That's it. I'm done talking about this." Tired of defending myself, I turn and head in the direction of the guesthouse.

He catches up to me as I reach the front patio which is furnished with Adirondack chairs and dotted with colorful planters. Moving with the swift elegance of a practiced predator, he cuts me off. "Because you don't like hearing that I think you're making a fool of yourself over a married man?"

I huff out an impatient breath. "Because you refuse to believe I'm telling you the truth about Edward."

"He admitted your affair to his wife."

I confront Devlin's inky black gaze and see no concession or compromise. The man's opinion of me is formed of granite and I am the turbulent sea throwing itself against stone over and over in an attempt to change it. After thousands of years I might make headway.

"He's using me to throw suspicion off whoever he's really seeing."

Devlin's snort tells me what he thinks of my explanation. "Why did he pick you?"

Explaining my history with Edward isn't going to improve the way Devlin views me. "Because his wife doesn't like me, and using me to make her jealous entertains him."

At long last he nods. "Because you have a past relationship."

"Briefly, in high school." I meet his gaze, letting none of my regret show.

How many times in the last decade have I thought about my early friendship with Barbara and wondered how different my life might have turned out if I'd been less interested in music and more interested in boys and fashion. Or if my parents' divorce hadn't caused my mother to yank me out of Abbottsville. Or... I could go on forever listing the possible causes that had made returning to Abbottsville my senior year such a bust.

Would Barbara and I have become good friends? Would I have turned out like most of the girls I'd graduated with? Married to an Abbottsville golden boy, jostling for position in the Bluegrass Belles? Attending dinner parties and pretending my life is perfect?

For a long, silent moment Devlin assesses me. When he exhales, some of the tension leaves his body. "I'll pick you up at six on Saturday."






✿ The Author ✿


Voracious reader with an overactive imagination, chocolate addict, lover of fancy cocktails and tasty edibles, sucker for adventure movies and any music with a beat.

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♡ Promo Event ♡ Stroked Hard (Stroked #3) by Meghan Quinn @AuthorMegQuinn @wordsmithpublic #Live #OneClick




We're celebrating the release of STROKED HARD!

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Stroked Hard
Stroked #3
by
Meghan Quinn

Release Date: November 1st 2016

Genre: Sports Romance

Cover Designer: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae





✾ Synopsis ✾


He's hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o'clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist — and cocky bastard — stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I'm beguiled.
And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won't leave me alone. And hell, if he's not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it... love. But I don't do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.






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"Do you remember what I told you the other night?" he asks, leaning forward, his body heat turning the temperature up between us.

I take a second to swallow before nodding. "Yeah."

"And what was it that I said?"

Of course he's going to make me say it.

Shyly, looking up from under my lashes, I say, "Something about no more good-night hugs."

"Correct." He leans forward even more, his body now flush against mine. "What else did I mention?"

Nervously, I answer, "Something about lips touching."

He chuckles and that sound nearly destroys me. I'm nervous, I'm seriously nervous and I never get nervous. Where's my backbone? Where's my moral ground? Where the hell is my sassy voice that would normally be turning down this man who has made it known he wants me?

She's long gone. Bare chested, ungodly sexy smelling Hollis chased her away.

That and my vagina has taken over all decisions regarding the man standing in front of me.

His hand runs up my side and cups my cheek, followed by the gentle pull of his thumb on my bottom lip, his face inching even closer.

God, he's going to kiss me. And I'm going to let him.

"These lips right here." He sighs... freaking sighs. "These lips were one of the first things I noticed about you. How they shined, begging for me to come brand them with my own. I've dreamt of these lips and I'm finally going to take what I want from them."

My heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, my breath has escaped me, and he leans forward, closing the gap between us, I can't help but internally beg him to keep moving forward.

Please don't let this be a joke. Just one taste. Just one night. That's all I want. One night with Hollis to get him out of my system so I can move on. So he'll move on.

With one last press of my hips against my front door, Hollis traps me in his grip and guides his lips down on mine.

Soft.

Gentle.

Intoxicating.

It's the only way I know how to describe what he's doing. His mouth is closed, there is no tongue, there is no urgency; it's cautious but antsy at the same time.

Every bit of my body is tingling with excitement from the way he feels against my body, from the way his hands grip me just right, and from the way his lips roam about mine, never furthering the kiss into anything other than a light press of my mouth against his.

He makes me want to beg for more. Soft little movements send my body into a vortex of heat, sweeping me up into an eternal state of arousal. Just from a kiss.

A simple kiss is throwing my world for a loop. Everything I've ever known is changing from this small and innocent kiss. I've never been kissed like this.

A sexy, clit-clenching moan flows from the depths of his throat out of his mouth as he pulls away. Seductively, while staring me directly in the eyes, he licks his lips, savoring the flavor on them.

Crap, that's so freaking hot.

"Just what I thought. You taste like fucking heaven, baby."

If I taste like heaven then why did he stop? Shouldn't he want to keep going?

So I want him to keep going? That's the real question I should be asking here. Get it together, Mel. You're not supposed to be giving in.

But...

It's Hollis Knightly. Hollis FREAKING Knightly. There is only so much I can do when it comes to turning him down.






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✿ The Series ✿


Stroked
Stroked #1
by
Meghan Quinn

Release Date: July 20, 2016

Genre: NA Romantic Comedy

Cover Designer: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae





✾ Synopsis ✾


Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I'm head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.






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Stroked Long
Stroked #2
by
Meghan Quinn

Release Date: September 20, 2016

Genre: Sports Romance

Cover Designer: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae





✾ Synopsis ✾


From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there's more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I'm enamored. He's captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

** STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.






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Stroked Hard
Stroked #3
by
Meghan Quinn

Release Date: November 1st 2016

Genre: Sports Romance

Cover Designer: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae





✾ Synopsis ✾


He's hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o'clock shadow.

Did I mention his body?

Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist — and cocky bastard — stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I'm beguiled.
And easily seduced.

I want to keep things light but he won't leave me alone. And hell, if he's not wearing me thin.

What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it... love. But I don't do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.






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✿ The Author ✿


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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