terça-feira, 13 de novembro de 2018

♡ Release Day Launch ♡ Control (Everyday Heroes #3.5) by K. Bromberg @KBrombergDriven @inkslingerpr #Live #OneClick

"Sometimes love happens unexpectedly..."

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg, comes CONTROL, a new novella in her Everyday Heroes Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!

Everyday Heroes #3.5
K. Bromberg

Release Date: November 13th 2018

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

✾ Synopsis ✾

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author K. Bromberg comes a new story in her Everyday Heroes series...

Control is something Desi Whitman abhors. Why live life in black and white perfection when you can messily color outside the lines?

But when she comes face to face with SWAT officer Reznor Mayne, he's about to show her just how good control can feel.

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✿ Excerpt ✿

Men are on women.

Women are on women.

Grunts and groans fill the air.

There is cheering from the sidelines as bystanders watch them writhe and buck and try to get the other off them.

"It's like a big orgy in here," I say to the woman standing beside me. I don't know her, but she's standing like we are, back against the gym wall, eyes glued to the men and women fighting for positioning — moving, bucking, defending — on the mats where they're lying.

She emits a nervous laugh and looks to me. Prim and proper, she resembles a Stepford wife, and all I can think is that her ladies’ club decided to do this together and she's the only one who decided to show up.

At least I'm not the only one nervous about being here. There could be worse things I guess... like actually needing to use the skills I'm supposed to learn here in Sunnyville Self Defense Class to protect myself.

A group at the far side of the gym erupts in applause, and I stand on my tiptoes to see a woman standing with her foot on the instructor's throat while he's lying on the mat. His red SSDC T-shirt matches everyone else standing around trying to look official with a whistle and gym pants on.

"Exactly," a deep rumble of a voice on the other side of me says.

I glance over and whoa…all my attention shifts from the grunts and groans on the floor to how I wouldn't mind grunting and groaning with the man on his cell beside me. Our gazes meet for the briefest of seconds — chocolate-brown eyes giving me a passing glance and a curt smile before turning back to whoever is on the phone while watching the action beyond.

Taking my time and trying not to pay attention to HottieMcTotty, I scan the gym. Basic blue gymnastic mats cover the majority of the hardwood floors, basketball hoops hang from the lofty ceiling but have been drawn up, and championship banners hang, partially hiding the painted mural of the Sunnyville High School mascot on the wall at the far end.

But no matter how hard I try to not look back at him, that is where my attention lands. He's a good six inches taller than I am, has dark hair, and his body beneath his Under Armour workout shirt hints at how ridiculously fit he is. His bicep closest to me stretches the fabric and is covered in a dizzying tattooed array of colors and images I can't openly look at to decipher. You can only do so much with a sideways stare.

But his voice. It's like liquid sex with a rasp and a rumble and a whole earth-shattering orgasm in between.

Hello to you, Mister A-Little-Rugged-And-Whole-Lot-Sexy.

I listen to him talk. Not stalkerish-like... well, maybe stalkerish-like, but damn if the background of grunting and groaning only serves to enhance the things my mind is dreaming up.

And then it hits me.

He's not here as an instructor — no red SSDC shirt on. So that means he's here as a boyfriend or a husband and therefore completely off limits.

Damn it.

If he were an instructor, I'd make sure to be in his group so he could grind on me for a bit... and I'm talking the pelvis kind of grind... if I'm being truthful.

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✿ The Author ✿

New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.

Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.

In April, she'll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.

She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media or sign up for her newsletter to stay up to date on all her latest releases and sales.

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♡ Release Blitz ♡ Tragic (Lark Cove #3) by Devney Perry @devneyperry @InkSlingerPR #Live #OneClick

Lark Cove #3
Devney Perry

Release Date: November 13th 2018

✾ Synopsis ✾

Kaine Reynolds wants nothing more than solitude. After an unthinkable tragedy destroys his family, he's cut off all ties to his former life so he can battle his grief the only way he knows how.


So when Piper Campbell knocks on his door, rambling on about being his new neighbor, he slams the door in her face.

But Kaine's gruff demeanor doesn't scare her. She's set on living in Montana and starting over after a terrible divorce. And she wouldn't mind having a fling to chase away the pain of her husband's betrayal. Her handsome, albeit rude, neighbor is the perfect candidate.

Yet what neither of them suspect is that their no-strings affair will result in the surprise of Piper's lifetime — and Kaine’s worst fear.

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✿ Excerpt ✿


One or two.

"Kaine?" Mom's voice echoed off the cement walls as she stepped outside. The glass door swished as it closed behind her.

I didn't look at her as she stepped up to my side. My eyes were aimed blankly ahead as I wrestled with my decision.

One or two.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked. "We've been looking all over the hospital for you."

I wasn't sure how long I'd been standing out here. I'd told Mom that I was going to the bathroom and that I'd be back soon to talk with the doctors. But when I'd passed this exit door, hidden on the bottom floor in the back wing of the hospital, it had beckoned me through.

I'd needed a few moments away from the red-rimmed eyes and sniffling noses. I'd needed just a few seconds to pass without a single person asking me if I was okay.

I needed some quiet to decide.

One or two.

The parking lot ahead of me was shrouded in darkness. The night itself was pitch-black. There were no stars shining. There was no moon glowing. A thick fog had settled in, dulling the light of the streetlamps so their beams barely illuminated the few cars parked on the asphalt. The air should have been cold on my bare arms, but I couldn't feel it.

I was numb.

I'd felt this way for hours, ever since they took her from my arms.

One or two.

It was an impossible choice, one I shouldn't have to make. But because of him, it was inevitable.

"Kaine, I'm so sorry. What can I do?"

"I can't decide." My voice was rough as I spoke, the burn of rage and sorrow and pain making it nearly impossible to speak.

"Decide what?" she whispered. I didn't need to look to know that Mom's eyes were full of tears. Her dark hair had gotten a dozen new grays tonight. Her normally cheery and bright hazel eyes held their own fog of grief.

"One or two."

"One or two what?"

I swallowed the fire in my throat. "Graves."

One or two.

"Oh, Kaine." Mom began to weep and her hand reached for my arm, but I shied away. "Please come inside, sweetheart. Please. We need to talk about this. He needs to talk to you. Give him a chance to explain."

"I have nothing to say to him." He'd done this. He was the reason I had to decide.

"Kaine, it was an accident. A tragic accident." She hiccupped. "He—"

I walked away before she could finish. I walked right into the dark, wishing this blackness would swallow me whole.

Mom's voice rang across the parking lot as she called out, but I simply walked, my boots carrying me into the black.

One or two.

An impossible choice.

As if the heavens sensed my despair, the clouds opened. Rain poured down, soaking my dark hair. It dripped over my eyes and coated my cheeks. The water soaked my jeans, making them cling to my legs.

But I couldn't feel the water droplets as they streamed down the bridge of my nose. I couldn't feel the locks of hair that were stuck to my forehead. I couldn't feel the wet denim on my thighs as it rubbed my skin raw.

I was numb. There was nothing.

Nothing except the weight of four pounds, two ounces wrapped in a pink blanket resting in my arms as I said good-bye.

One or two.

What would Shannon want?

One. She'd choose one.

So I'd bury them together.

Then surrender to the black.

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✿ The Author ✿

Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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