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From me to you

You see me rollin’, ya hatin’ LOL.

I’m on the move again. Yes, I’m tired. But I’m in Iowa, Cedar Falls. Romance Rendezvous Book Bash. It’s free so head on over! 10:00 am to 4:00 pm. Meet and greet with the authors. Come chat with me! If you read this and head on over, tell me! I’ll email you a free .99 cent ebook. One of mine so don’t go crazy, lol.

Look at all of us! We’d love to meet you.

Now, You all know Finding Faith came out in May (finally, am I right?) I just submitted a 13K word story for an anthology. All proceeds are being donated to a homeless shelter in IN that is for veterans. Tentatively it is being called Destiny Whispers.

Here’s the blurb from my contribution, Broken Prince Charming:

I lost my way. Discharged, broken, I sought comfort from a bottle. A lot of bottles. I wore a mantle of guilt that I had survived, while most of my buddies died. My life spirals downward. Rock bottom is ugly. I realize I need help and reach out for it. Hidden among the homeless and despair is a bright light, with milk chocolate skin, bright blue eyes and a smile that cheers my soul.

Grace. She smiles and carriers a beacon of hope within her. Despite circumstances that would bring anyone else down, she forges her own path. A path different from her mother’s. Determined to support herself and leave the shelter behind, she has a plan. Nothing and no one will stop her.

She deserves a fresh start, and I’ll help her get it. Even if it means I’m left behind.

Broken Prince Charming is a sweet romance. I know. I’m not sure how that happened, but it did. My beta readers said they wished it was longer, lol. But I was limited on word count to be part of the anthology. And I wanted to contribute. You all know the military and veterans are near and dear to my heart.

On another note, I’m doing a story for another anthology. Area 51. LOL. I had to! I don’t even have a name for it yet, but I’m working on it. I’ll have it done by Aug 31 so it can go to edits. I’ve just been fighting a migraine the last week. I’m on day 7 as I write this. Felt great one day and ended up feeling like my brain was trying to pound its way out of my skull. Lovely, eh? I even already have the cover. Not the name, not the title, lol. But it involves Area 51, tornadoes and a horny alien. Yeah.

I’m having fun, lol.

So preorder it! You know you want to! .99 cents for now!

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All proceeds will be going to assist Veterans from the Area 51 anthology! So that is more awesomeness! 

Uncle Joe

NOW LIVE!!! Until Joe by CP Smith is available now + FREE in Kindle Unlimited!!!

CP Smith has penned a breathtakingly beautiful and suspenseful romance… I couldn’t get enough of this story or these characters.” – Amazon reviewer

Exquisite is the best word I can find for this book. I loved it from start to finish!” – Amazon reviewer
 

Grab the ice water ladies because this one is HOT!!! – Amazon reviewer

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Sometimes the greatest love comes in the middle of your life.

Joe Rouger (Uncle Joe from the Until Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds) is ready for a woman who completes him. He finds what he’s looking for in a feisty Southern belle named Bernice Armstrong (Wallflower Series by CP Smith) The question is, can he leave his world behind for a chance at happiness?

And if he does, can he keep Bernice away from outside sources that threaten to steal what he’s waited for his whole life: a soul mate he can live and die for!

Part of the Happily Ever Alpha World brought to you by Boom Factory Publishing LLC, Aurora Rose Reynolds, and Author CP Smith.

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Free from TM Frazier Aug 20 & 21!

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“T.M. Frazier sucked me in from the very first page and then slayed me with the end of Perversion.” – Meghan March, New York Times bestselling author

 

PERVERSION, book one in the Perversion Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is FREE for a limited time only!

 

Don’t miss out! Download your copy today!

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The USA Today bestselling author of the King Series, T.M. Frazier, brings you an all-new trilogy with an anti-hero you’re going to love to hate and a ballsy heroine with more than just tricks up her sleeve.

 

Love is supposed to be a fairy tale.

Ours is a death wish.

 

I’m the executioner for the Bedlam Brotherhood.

She’s a con artist working for my greatest enemy.

 

I use her.

She manipulates me.

 

We find ourselves on opposite sides of a bloody war.

 

My heart and head tell me I have to stay away.

My lust for her doesn’t give a sh*t.

 

Nothing’s fair in love and gang war.

I haven’t read perversion, but I love her writing. Don’t miss this one while it’s free! Of course then you’re hooked, lol.

Fire on the Moon is available for .99c through August 22!

FIRE ON THE MOON is available now for a special price of 99c – the 99c price will remain in effect until August 22nd, when it will go up to the regular price of $3.99.
FIRE ON THE MOON Blurb:
When Francesca Turner visits her estranged uncle’s estate in Florida, she doesn’t know she’s stepping into a death trap. Only the cunning strategies of werewolf Zane Marshall can save her. But as the two of them are hunted down, they must fight for survival and the happily ever after they both desire.

*Fire on the Moon is the 19th book in the Decorah Security Series.  Each book can be read as a standalone in the series.

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FIRE ON THE MOON Excerpt:

Francesca has escaped from her uncle’s killers and the fire they set in his house. Now she’s running down the beach, trying to get away.

“Wait, I saw what happened. I want to help you.”
Saw what? The fire? The gun? The dog? Still afraid to trust anyone, she looked toward the houses that ran along the shoreline, wondering if she could slip between them and get away. The movement slowed her and the man who had called out put a hand on her shoulder.
“Stop running.”
The hand sent a zing of reaction through her, but she simply couldn’t give in to it, not after everything that had happened. When she tried to wrench herself away, she stumbled. She would have landed in the sand, but the man caught her, pulling her against his body. He felt solid and well built, well muscled without being a weight lifter type, and his arms around her were reassuring in a way she couldn’t articulate. He could have easily locked her in his grasp, but he wasn’t holding her tightly. The knowledge that she was free to step away from him kept her standing in his embrace, comforted by the sturdy feel of him.
As his hands soothed over her shoulders and down her arms, she struggled to stop trembling.

“It’s okay. I can help,” Zane said again, hearing the thick quality of his voice. His natural impulse had been to help a victim. Yet as he cradled this woman in his arms, he was feeling a lot more than the need to offer aid.
She didn’t answer, and he understood why she couldn’t rely on him, or anybody else right now. She’d escaped from a burning building, only to see two men try to capture her. They’d been taken down by what looked like a large dog that had appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t know the dog was a wolf, and the wolf was him. And he couldn’t tell her he was the one who had rescued her. He wouldn’t give away that information to anyone he didn’t trust implicitly.
He’d left the men rolling on the ground, bleeding and nursing major bites. And he’d made sure some of those bites were in their hands so that firing a gun would have been almost impossible. As a wolf, that had been the best he could do to disable the thugs without killing them. Then he’d found his running shorts, shirt and shoes where he’d left them in the bushes and changed back to human form, pushing through the transformation before taking off after the woman.
She raised her head, looking dazed, and maybe that gave him his best chance.
“Let me help you.”
She focused on his face, and he knew she was trying to get a sense of him beyond the superficial exterior of a lean, fit guy in his early thirties who had come dashing down the sand after her when nobody else had turned away from the fire.
He tried to project honesty and calm.
“Who are you?” she asked in a shaky voice.
Your life mate. The answer leaped into his mind, stunning him. Yet he pushed the crazy notion down into the depths of his soul as soon as it had surfaced.
She spoke while he was still feeling dizzy with the possibility of truth.
“Why would you help me? What’s this to you?” Her question only reinforced the emotions clanging through him.
By an effort of will, he kept his gaze steady. He couldn’t deal with the life-changing idea that had slapped him in the face, but he knew he had to cope with the immediate situation.
“It’s my job. My name is Zane Marshall. I’m a private detective. I work for an agency called Decorah Security.”

 

About Rebecca York:

A New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly best-selling and award-winning author, Rebecca has written over 145 books and novellas. In 2011 she became the dozenth author to receive the Romance Writers of America Centennial Award for having written 100 romantic novels. Her Killing Moon was a launch title for Berkley’s Sensation imprint in June 2003. Five more books in the series have followed.

Rebecca has authored or co-authored over 65 romantic thrillers, many for Harlequin Intrigue’s very popular 43 Light Street series, set in Baltimore, and many with paranormal elements.

Her many awards include two Rita finalist books. She has two Career Achievement awards from Romantic Times: for Series Romantic Suspense and for Series Romantic Mystery. And her Peregrine Connection series won a Lifetime Achievement Award for Romantic Suspense Series.

Connect with Rebecca:

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Coming soon to Netflix ~ 44 Chapters About 4 Men by BB Easton

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WE HAVE HUGE NEWS!

BB Easton’s bestselling 44 Chapters About 4 Men Series has been adapted into a new 8 episode TV series, SexLife, and is coming soon to Netflix!

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READ BEFORE YOU WATCH!

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44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN SYNOPSIS:

School psychologists aren’t supposed to write books about sex. Doing so would be considered “unethical” and “a fireable offense.” Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.

After spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number-crunching husband simply wasn’t capable of the kind of passion I’d come to expect. After all, my ex-boyfriends–a tattoo artist turned U.S. Marine turned motorcycle club outlaw, a baby-faced punk rocker out on parole, and a heavy metal bass player–were every bit as tattooed and testosterone-fueled as the leading men in my favorite romance novels. If I couldn’t have that kind of passion again in real life, I could at least write about it. Right? Nobody had to know. It would be my little secret.

Well, guess what? My husband read that sh*t.

And guess what else? He upped his f*cking game.

Drunk with power and under the dubious advisement of my best friend and colleague, I began testing the limits–crafting journal entries specifically designed to manipulate Ken’s behavior. For the most part, he responded beautifully…except when he didn’t.

ABOUT THE 44 CHAPTERS SPIN-OFF SERIES:

Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her best-selling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy stand-alone novel. In SKIN, SPEED, STAR, and SUIT, BB takes you back in time to the late ‘90s and early 2000s to tell the outrageously wild, shockingly sexy, deeply emotional, and as always, wickedly funny backstories for Knight, Harley, Hans, and everyone’s favorite husbot, Ken.

ABOUT BB EASTON:

BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write books about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about that.

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New Cover Alert ~ Dating Game Series

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“Whether it’s a gritty raw romance, angst riddled love or a bit of a mystery wrapped in romance. T.K. Leigh can write them all beautifully.” – Bibliophile Chloe

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My rules for being a Manhattan billionaire’s fake girlfriend… No kissing. No fooling around. No falling in love. What can possibly go wrong?

Note to self: When your boyfriend dumps you on your thirtieth birthday, it’s probably not the smartest idea to drink so much that you wake up in the same bed as the mysterious hottie wearing the gorgeous suit who you noticed sitting across the bar.

The only silver lining in my obvious lack of judgment is the promise of never seeing Mr. Suit again, not in a city the size of New York.

Or so I thought, until a story I’m working on about the country’s most sought-after and elusive escort lands me in the same café as Mr. Suit. So I do what any self-respecting woman of my age would do in my shoes… Try to ignore him.

But he won’t let me.

Instead he makes a proposition that leaves me questioning whether I need to have my ears checked. Be his fake girlfriend for a summer of wealth and excess in the Hamptons. In return, he’ll help me win back my boyfriend’s heart.

Juvenile? You bet.
Effective? Could be.
Bad idea? Most likely.

But what do I have to lose?
Apparently, a lot more than I originally bargained for.

Let the games begin…

Dating Games is a standalone modern retelling of Cinderella meeting her billionaire Prince Charming. If you like a sassy heroine, a sinful hero, and a whole lot of laughs, then you’ll love this fake relationship romance.

From Me to You! I’m on the road again!

I won’t have sales posted on Sunday again. I’m travelling once more. I have to say, I’m enjoying this retirement bit, lol. This time we’re heading to see family in California. So, I’m working on a short story for an anthology that needs to be done by August and gah! I’m stuck! Doesn’t matter, I’ll work my way through it. I’m also planning on having China Fleet Club finished by October. So, while I’m writing and hunting for a cover, here’s an unedited sneak peek.

CHINA FLEET CLUB

I sat at my desk fielding calls from departments insisting their problem be corrected first. Luckily when I took over as chief, I instituted a first come, first serve system. The boilers were our first concern. They helped run the whole ship, regardless of what anyone else thought. The galley was next. With a crew of over eight hundred souls, no one did well on an empty stomach.

Pulling into Hawaii with no major systems down was a stroke of luck. The old girl we rode was a destroyer tender, built in 1938. She was an aging beauty. The boatswain’s keeping her in fine form. The teak decks gleamed. There was always someone hanging by ropes over the side to paint her in every port we hit.

I’d been on other ships. I chuckled. A mandatory having crawled my way from Seaman Recruit to Senior Chief Petty Officer. Now, I commanded the Machine Shop and a couple of others in Repair. It was satisfying. I seemed to have hit the sweet spot for advancements. I’d hit Senior Chief in minimum time. I’ve been in for 12 years and was well on my way to Master Chief.

But no other ship was the USS Prairie. She crawled under your skin. The history of life and death wafted from her bulkheads. No nonskid steel under your feet when the wind whipped through my hair, teasing my cover from my head when I stared out to sea. The old girl showed her years but she carried it well. Teak was standard when she was built, but the skill of keeping it gleaming lost except for the few ships that carried it.

Here, the boatswains knew.

Even in the bowels of the ship, care was taken. Brass gleamed, even hidden in the corners. We took pride in our work and it showed. No one wanted to disappoint our hostess, the old lady. Our old lady. If you didn’t know her age, it didn’t show. We made sure to keep her humming in satisfaction.

Every lady wants to look her best at all times. Every crew member made sure she did.

“Chief, the air is down in the torpedo shop again.”

I sighed. Time to get back to work.

“Where are they on the list?”

“Which time?” Evans, Petty Officer 3rd class had an attitude.

“First call, Evans.” He’d learn.

“Yesterday. Soon as we pulled out of port. Since they’re calling again, shouldn’t we put them on now and erase the first call? Teach them to keep bothering us.”

“Show me the log.” The torpedo shop was getting done now. One way to teach the arrogant ass in front of me to follow my rules.

Evans rolled his eyes and handed me his log.

I cross referenced it against mine, frowning. “Why was this call not logged on the master log?”

The ass just shrugged.

“Well?”

“I didn’t have time.”

“Not good enough.” I checked his log against mine. “None of your calls are logged.” I stood up. “So, until this are done, expect to be working on them. All of your calls should have been done.”

“What? You can’t…” Evans trailed off looking at me.

“Oh, I can. Let’s head to the torpedo shop. Looks like they are the first ones on your list.”

He turned, expression furious. Luckily, he kept his mouth shut.

“Don’t forget your tool box. You can’t fix anything without it.”

He pivoted, heading to the cabinet the boxes were in. Grabbing a tool box that looked pristine, he swung it out, heading stiffly to the ladder. Ascending them, I followed. Not close enough to get “accidently” hit by the heavy tool box, but close enough he knew I was following.

Sniggers followed. I glanced around. “Better make sure your calls are all on the master log or we’re all going to be working around the night.” The guys still lounging around sprung up, checking their logs. The master list would be done by the time I returned. I smirked, hearing the scrambling. Keeping them on their toes was my job. I intended to keep doing it.

My crew were hard working, but it didn’t do them any good to let them get complacent. I could guarantee we’d be on top of the repair list before we hit Japan. If the jobs were well in hand, I’d do a five-day schedule. We’d be able to stay on top of maintenance of the basic equipment and emergencies that popped up. That would ensure there was no complaining someone didn’t serve duty. Each of my Machinist Mates would have a day served and get four days in town.

Evans might be a problem. He came on board just before we left on Westpac. I’d noticed he liked to delegate. Not a problem in my book, but he didn’t appear to be doing any work. That would change now.

The torpedo shop was below the mess hall’s galley. The armory was at the edge of the mess hall across from the torpedo shop. The smells must drive them crazy. It was no wonder there always seemed to be someone from Weapons up sneaking a snack. It was a wonder they weren’t the most rotund of crew members on board.

Evans disappeared down the ladder into the torpedo shop. I followed leisurely, snagging a cookie from one of the mess cooks. The chocolate chip melted in my mouth. I groaned my appreciation. They always seemed to have a cookie or brownie handy to appease my sweet tooth.

Licking my fingers, I wasn’t watching my footing. Stepping down to the first step of the ladder, a red-haired whirlwind smacked into me. Bouncing down the ladder, but hands grabbed the railing, and a slim young seaman pulled herself up and slid past me, her body soft and supple against mine. I stiffened, instantly aroused.

“Sorry Chief!”

The whirlwind blew past me, the near disaster not bothering her at all and I watched her jump down the armory ladder and banging on the hatch began shortly.

“Turner let me in.” More knocking ensued.

The clang of the armory lock opening reached my ears.

“Jeez, Trace, what took you so long? Master Chief is pissed at me again.”

“I was spanking my monkey. Want me to come to the hatch hanging out? Or did you want to help?”

“Eww, you’re gross.” The rest of the conversation became muffled, the lock ringing loud and clear across the mess hall.

Snorting and shaking my head, I checked my path this time, descending into the torpedo shop. Coming to the bottom, I grinned to see Master Chief Malek glaring at the ladder.