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♡ Release Day Launch + #Giveaway♡ Salvaged (Saints of Denver #4) by Jay Crownover @JayCrownover @InkSlingePR #Live #OneClick




New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jay Crownover continues her delightfully sexy Saints of Denver series with the next thrilling standalone, Salvaged! Don't miss this amazing new novel and grab your copy today!



Salvaged
Saints of Denver #4
by
Jay Crownover

Release Date: June 20th 2017





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Hudson Wheeler is a nice guy. Everyone knows it, including his fiancée who left him with a canceled wedding and a baby on the way. He's tired of finishing last and is ready to start living in the moment with nights soaked in whiskey, fast cars, and even faster girls. He's set to start living on the edge, but when he meets Poppy Cruz, her sad eyes in the most gorgeous face he's ever seen hook him in right away. Wheeler can see Poppy's pain and all he wants to do is take care of her and make her smile, whatever it takes.

Poppy can't remember a time when she didn't see strangers as the enemy. After a lifetime of being hurt from the men who swore to protect her, Poppy's determined to keep herself safe by keeping everyone else at arm's length. Wheeler's sexy grin and rough hands from hours restoring classic cars shouldn't captivate her, but every time she's with him, she can't help being pulled closer to him. Though she's terrified to trust again, Poppy soon realizes it might hurt even more to shut Wheeler out — and the intense feelings pulsing through her are making it near impossible to resist him.

The only thing Poppy is sure of is that her heart is in need of some serious repair, and the more time she spends with Wheeler, the more she's convinced he's the only man with the tools to fix it.












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I didn't want her to be scared of anything ever again.

Things at home had been rocky, rougher than class-five rapids in winter, but I was paddling for my life and prepared to ride it out. I couldn't let go. I wouldn’t let go. I saw Poppy the day she walked through my shop and I started to feel how sore my hands and my heart were from holding on.

Her head was down, focused on the tips of her shoes. Her shoulders were hunched over and her long hair hid her face. She was skinny, so skinny, nothing but skin and bones. She was nothing that I should have noticed, not because she was clearly doing everything in her power to be invisible, but because I was supposed to have my eyes locked on my future and doing whatever I could do to salvage it. But I did notice her and I couldn't look away once I did.

She was obviously terrified, clearly out of her element and uncomfortable, but it wasn't her unease that called to me... it was her loneliness. I could feel it filling up the space that separated us. Stretching, growing, expanding until it was all I was breathing in and exhaling back out. It was bitter on my tongue and heavy across my skin because I knew the feeling well. I lived with it pressing me down and pushing me forward every minute of every day. The reason I was so set on the way things had to be, the reason I was singlemindedly set on settling down and building a life with the girl that was slipping through my fingers was because I never again wanted to be as alone as this girl was. I didn't want to be left and forgotten. I'd barely survived it the first time.

I did my best to sell her a car that was as beautiful as she was... a classic with clean lines and a flawless finish. She picked something practical and boring but that was ultimately safe and reliable. I understood her choice but it grated and annoyed me long after she left the shop. When she wasn't standing in front of me, she should have been easy to forget; after all, everything in front of me, everything I had been working for and toward, was falling down in front of my eyes. My world was collapsing in on itself and everything I thought I was so goddamn sure about turned out to be nothing more than lies and illusions. In the middle of all of it, I couldn't forget her sad eyes and shivering, shaking form. Her loneliness clung to me, unshakable and unforgettable. I didn't think I would see her again and against my better judgment I often found myself wondering how she was doing and if she had gotten a handle on all the things that seemed to be crushing her under their inescapable weight.

I was wrong about seeing her again, just like I was wrong about thinking that doing everything in my life differently from how my mother had lived hers would ensure my happiness and a future built on an unshakeable foundation. I was wrong about hard work and sacrifice being enough. I was wrong about holding on when what I was holding on to desperately wanted me to let go. All I was left with was bleeding palms, rope burns around my heart and scars on my soul.

The next time I saw Poppy Cruz it was my loneliness that was filling up the space, suffocating me, choking me, making me forget to handle her with care. I was nothing more than a vast, open wound. One that was raw, aching, throbbing, and leaking my heart and shattered emotions out everywhere. I felt like I'd lost everything, like my entire life had been nothing but a waste of time, nothing more than building blocks knocked over with the swipe of a careless hand. The girl I loved didn't love me back, my future was ultimately nothing more than a fuzzy, fractured blur. I couldn't see anything clearly other than waste and ruin.

But I saw her. And I saw that I scared her.

It was the last thing I wanted to do but my loneliness was just as big and just as consuming as hers was. It spread out, hungry and angry, looking to consume anyone that might try and challenge its reign.

I tried to pull myself together, apologized because I knew our paths would cross again now that she lived next door to my best friend. I didn't want to be another man that she was terrified of. I locked the loneliness down, wrestled it into submission, and tried to quiet down the wild inside of me that was howling, screaming at the loss of its mate. I wanted to be nothing more than gnashing teeth and tearing claws but I swallowed those instincts and allowed myself to be like a kicked puppy that just wanted to whimper and cry.

Poppy had been through more than I could imagine. She was the one I couldn't look away from, but even then, she managed to slip past me and disappear. She looked like honey but she moved like a ghost. I memorized everything about her even though she hardly let me see her face.

I wasn't supposed to be looking at anything other than how to salvage the mess my life was in, but she was all I could see.






✿ The Series ✿


Leveled
Saints of Denver #0.5





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Built
Saints of Denver #1





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Charged
Saints of Denver #2





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Riveted
Saints of Denver #3





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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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The highly anticipated fourth book from Nina Levine's Sydney Storm MC is available now!

Are you reading to meet this possessive biker?



Hyde's Absolution
Sydney Storm MC #4
by
Nina Levine

Release Date: June 20th 2017





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The Sydney Storm MC are back and war is coming.

Monroe Lee is a handful.
She fights me, challenges me and tries to resist me.

Where I'm jagged, she's smooth.
Where I'm dark, she's pure.
Where I'm broken, she's whole.

I am not a good man.
I've hurt everyone I've ever loved.
I should walk away before I ruin her too.

But fuck, we are fire together.
And I've been out in the cold too long.

At a time when everything is falling down around me, she might just be my saviour.


This story contains all the panty-melting sexiness and alpha goodness that Nina Levine books are known for.

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I tore my attention from Hyde and gave it back to Tatum when she said, "I'll call you tomorrow."

Hyde's presence had pretty much wiped all coherent thought from my mind, so I simply nodded and murmured, "Okay."

As she and Nitro walked away from us, Hyde moved closer. His scent almost hypnotised me, if that was even possible. Looking down at me, he said, "What are you drinking?" The husky tone of his voice was like the final nail in my coffin. He could lead me down the path to sin with that voice.

"A Cosmo please."

He turned to the waiting bartender and ordered drinks before shifting his gaze back to me. His body was so damn close it almost pressed against mine. His eyes dropped to my chest. "You weren't made to be subtle, were you, sugar?"

"Can't say that word’s in my vocabulary, no." The way he was devouring my body told me I'd made the best decision when I bought the black dress I wore tonight. Knee length with a plunging neckline and accentuated with a belt around my waist, it clung to every curve I had. My girls were up and proudly out, just the way I liked them. I mean, if you had it, flaunt it, right? And I'd had the red in my hair touched up that afternoon. It hung in lazy vivid red curls to just below my breasts. I wasn't sure which part of me he thought wasn't subtle, but I guessed it had something to do with my dress by the way he seemed unable to draw his gaze from my body.

Finally he found his way back up to my face. The heat flashing in his eyes shot a round of lust through my veins. Good God, this man, though. I wondered if he had any idea of the storm he caused within me. "Don't ever add it." If what he said didn't make my legs sway a little, the forceful, gravelly way he said it did.

The bartender placed our drinks on the counter, distracting us from each other. Hyde dropped some cash on the bar, took a mouthful of his whisky and looked back at me while I got down as much of my drink as I could in one mouthful. God knew, I needed it. I could stand my ground with any man, but Hyde had a way of catching me off guard.

"You calm down after that thing about owing me money this morning?" And there he went, flipping my feelings about him on their head.

I fixed him with a look that let him know I wasn't impressed. "I didn't have anything to calm down from."

"You seemed all worked up about it."

I threw some more of my cocktail down my throat. "I wasn't." But I was getting there now, that was for sure.

He drank some more whisky, keeping his eyes steady on mine. "Okay."

Okay? Oh no he didn't. He didn't get to end a conversation with that bullshit. "Okay? Seriously, you're going to end with that?"

"It seemed pointless to argue."

I finished my drink and placed the empty glass down with some force. Sliding off my stool, I said, "We weren't arguing. I was simply telling you like it was."

"Yeah, I've picked that up about you."

My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "Picked up what about me?"

"That you like to tell men like it is."

"I do not! You just have this way of pushing my buttons. I feel like it's you, not me."

His lips twitched. "Sugar, if I knew which buttons I was pushing, I'd push them some more. I never said I didn't like the way you told me how it was."

I snatched my bag off the bar. I needed a moment to get my thoughts under control. In the space of seconds I'd switched from wanting him to wanting to smack him to wanting him again. My mind needed a break from the whiplash. I took a step away from the bar and said, "I'll have another Cosmo."

Without waiting for his response, I headed in the direction of the ladies room. I'd almost made it there when a hand slid around my waist and I was pushed up against the wall in the dark hallway. A hard body pushed against mine as the hand around my waist slid down to settle on my ass and warm breath whispered across my cheek. "My cock likes that attitude of yours. Surprised the fuck outta me, but I can't deny I want more of it."

The proof of his statement ground against me, sparking need all over me. Every inch of my skin blazed with desire. I gripped his shirt with both hands and found his eyes. "You and I weren't made for each other, Hyde."

"I'm not saying we were."

My body went to war with my mind. It fought me kicking and screaming, desperate for what he was offering, but I didn't want to surrender. "So what's the point of starting something?"

He pushed his cock harder against me. "I came here against better judgement tonight. Nitro told me you'd be here and I came because I couldn't, for the fucking life of me, get you out of my head. I want my hands on those curves of yours and my dick as far inside you as you can take it."





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Relent
Sydney Storm MC #1
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ESCAPE WITH AN ALPHA

Dreamer.

Coffee Lover.

Gypsy at heart.

USA Today Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.

When I'm not creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.

I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.

I've been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I'm proud that my words help others just as much as they help me.



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