Thursday, December 29, 2016

FACE OFF AT THE ALTER BY TONI ALEO!




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Markus Reeves is sucking. Big-time. Toiling away on a minor-league hockey team hundreds of miles away from home, he's watching his dreams of an NHL career fade away. Add in the lingering guilt he has over the dramatic demise of his relationship with college girlfriend, Mekena, and he's a mess on and off the ice.

But the family of his heart, the Sinclairs, won't let Markus suffer any longer. When he arrives himself back in Nashville for a trial run on the Assassins, it feels like his life may be making a turn for the better. If only he could get Mekena to forgive him...

Mekena Preston has been hurting since fleeing Nashville following the horror of Markus's betrayal with her sister. Now a professional photographer, Mekena finds herself in the same place at the same time with Markus to celebrate Lucy and Benji Paxton's wedding. Neither of them has been able to move on—and they're starting to wonder if they really want to.

They're headed for a face-off at the altar unless they can confront their past and unearth the truth about what really happened on that fateful night.








“You are, by far, the most patient man I know.”
Baylor grimaced as she took Dawson from Markus’s outstretched hands. He smiled as Dawson looked at him innocently. He knew the little guy didn’t mean to puke all over him and he wasn’t upset, but he was trying to figure out a way to get to the house and shower before he had to talk to Mekena. He highly doubted that baby puke would be an aphrodisiac. Maybe it would be? Huh.
He wasn’t going to try, though.  
As Baylor cuddled Dawson against her, Markus waved her off. “It’s no big deal. He’s a baby.”
She smiled shyly. “Yes, but Ashlyn pooped on you too.”
He grinned as he shrugged, trying not to laugh. It was a tough rehearsal for Dawson, Ashlyn, and Markus. Puke and poop were big-time stars during the hour of watching the Sinclairs and Grace Justice try to put together a wedding. He wasn’t sure what was funnier, Jace glaring as Jordie walked with Avery, or Ashlyn farting and then realizing she had just shit all over him. It was a toss-up, but then Dawson decided to puke down the front of his shirt, and he figured he was now a substitute for a baby rag. “I volunteered.”
“Still, we’re really sorry,” Avery said, holding Ashlyn close as she rocked her back and forth. “I understand if you don’t want to watch her ever again.”
“Nonsense,” he said, laughing as he tucked his hands into his pockets and looked around. He spotted Mekena at the front of the altar, taking pictures of random things. He wasn’t sure if she was done, but maybe he could slip away. “How much longer until y’all are done?”
“We’re done, but Lucy and Benji have some pre-wedding pictures they’re having done with Angie.”
“So Mekena isn’t done?”
Avery smiled. “Nope, she’s got a bit.”
“Can you pass a message for me?”
“Sure.”
“Let her know that I went back to the cabin to shower and clean up?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll tell Jace to tell her since I’m taking Ashlyn to bed.”
“Cool, thanks,” he said, kissing her cheek and then Baylor’s, before rubbing Dawson’s head. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”
Before he could get far, though, Baylor smiled. “Thanks again.”
“Anytime. I mean that.”
Avery smiled. “Thanks.”
“Also, good luck,” Baylor added.
Flashing them both a big grin, he nodded. “I need it.”
Heading out the back, he made it back to the cabin quickly. When he entered, though, Mr. Right was sitting on the windowsill howling. “Whoa, man. What’s up?”
Meoooooowwwwwwww, he wailed, with his mouth wide open as his hair stood on end.
“Bro, I don’t know what to say. I don’t speak your language. Are you singing? Do you want me to sing too? Meoooowwwwww,” he said, and Mr. Right looked back at him, almost with a glare. “We should add some beat to that and make a remix,” Markus joked as the cat wailed. Deciding that was a good idea, he pulled out his phone and started to beatbox as the cat wailed, recording it on his SnapChat. The cat must have realized what he was doing because he looked back, scowling, and Markus hid his phone. He didn’t want to admit it, but Mr. Right kind of freaked him out.

























My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?


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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

PUCKED OFF COVER REVEAL BY HELENA HUNTING!!

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Pucked Off by Helena Hunting Publication Date: February 21st, 2017 Genre: Contemporary Romance

Social Butterfly PR is thrilled to present the cover for PUCKED OFF, a sexy, new standalone coming soon from Helena Hunting!

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***A Standalone novel in The Pucked Series***
I’m NHL defenseman Lance Romero, AKA Lance “Romance." I’m notorious for parties and excess. I have the most penalty minutes in the league. I get into the most fights. I take the most hits. I’m a player on and off the ice. I’m the one women with no inhibitions want. Not because I like the notoriety, but because I don’t know how to be any other way. I have secrets. Ones I shared with the wrong person, and she used them against me. Sometimes she still does. I should cut ties. But she makes it difficult, because she’s the kind of bad I deserve. At least that’s what I believed until someone from my past gets caught up in my present. She’s all the good things in this world. She lights up my dark. I shouldn’t want her. But I do. I should leave her alone. But I won’t.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2016

DEAR LIFE BY MEGHAN QUINN

<div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">We are so excited for this release! Check out the amazing teaser for DEAR LIFE by Meghan Quinn!&nbsp;</span></div> <br /> <span style="font-size: large;"></span> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T- fdm6qtxXQ/WEwa48fMKRI/AAAAAAAAWP8/xNm1k67MkU0ITYrmfwLaYIzacnZ_C aOgwCLcB/s1600/DearLifeHalfCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T- fdm6qtxXQ/WEwa48fMKRI/AAAAAAAAWP8/xNm1k67MkU0ITYrmfwLaYIzacnZ_C aOgwCLcB/s400/DearLifeHalfCover.jpg" width="255" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>DEAR LIFE</b></span></div> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">NA Contemporary Romance</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Designed by: Meghan Quinn</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Photographer: Lauren Perry</span></div> </div> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32712141-dear- life"><span style="font-size: large;">Goodreads</span></a><br /> <span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> Four lives. Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life's greatest challenges.</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons...and prove their existence.</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey.&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> Dear Life,&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> Please be kind.&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/- NvQeM8aakkc/WFfxsmUeG2I/AAAAAAAAWvY/vhiZG- EaXpcKhx2Mjn2Fz_UH4mxCQavjQCLcB/s1600/CarterLetter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/- NvQeM8aakkc/WFfxsmUeG2I/AAAAAAAAWvY/vhiZG- EaXpcKhx2Mjn2Fz_UH4mxCQavjQCLcB/s400/CarterLetter.jpg" width="262" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> </div> <b><br /></b> <br /> <div style="text-align: left;"> <b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;times&quot;;">About the Author:</span></b></div> </div> </div> <div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font- family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <img border="0" height="200" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/- IeRq4bN9vpo/VjuRsU4LtAI/AAAAAAAASgg/H5CYb_KZ9PM/s200/10473563_5212 29761373798_686149088794091070_o.jpg" width="200" /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy,&nbsp;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.</div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> 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,&nbsp;<i>Caught Looking</i>.</div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> 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!</div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> Like me on Facebook:&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/meghanquinnauthor">https://www.facebook.co m/meghanquinnauthor</a></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> Find me on Goodreads:</div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7360513.Meghan_Quinn">https: //www.goodreads.com/author/show/7360513.Meghan_Quinn</a></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"> Visit my website:&nbsp;<a href="http://authormeghanquinn.com/">http://authormeghanquinn.com/</a></d iv> </div> </div>

Friday, December 16, 2016

LOADED REPLAY BLOG TOUR AND REVIEW!

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Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life. Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming.

But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality. Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away. Happiness…that feeling is a joke. In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.    

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Bring on the rockers! Harper Sloan presents another happy ever after in Jaded Hearts, the first book in her Loaded Replay series. This has a couple of crossover characters from her earlier series, but this new group of characters stands out all thier own. Wrenlee Davenport is the lead singer of the band, and everyone wants a piece of Loaded Replay since they've skyrocketed into stardom. But there's a dark side to the fame, and they need the help of the Corps Security Co, and Chance Davenport.

I've wanted Chance to get his happily ever after since the Hope Town Series. I knew he'd make a woman very happy, and Wrenlee is one lucky girl. Despite everything that's swirling around them they're unable to fight that attraction, and as usual the chemistry jumps off the pages. Wrenlee is a strong lead, and her independence is one of the things I loved about her. As usual, Mrs. Sloan creates a great cast of characters that I can't wait to read more about!

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Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.
Who am I kidding?  He is dangerous.  
I do my best to ignore him, but it’s impossible.  The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch.  The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it.  
I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid.  Years.  I think.  Close to three.  Maybe that’s why I’m a hot mess lately.   I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage.  I mean, after all, we are in a ‘relationship’ now.
He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.  
By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance.  He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m about to start humping his leg.
“Excuse me,” I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him.  I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait.  He doesn’t move, though.  Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny.  “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.  
No, that’s a lie.  I’m still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.
His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.
“Not what I meant,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on.  I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but he’s too strong for me.
He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck.  I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves.  He’s playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more.  His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.
“Stop moving, Wren,” he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.
“You’re the one who put me on your lap.”  I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.
“Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us.  She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s doing something with her paperwork.”  His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face.  “Do not look at her,” he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection.  His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.
“Give me a reason not to look,” I dare him.
“You don’t want to go down that road, Wren.  I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”
“No one is asking you to.”
Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us.  Now that I’m facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck.  His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t stop me.  I give him the chance, but it never comes.  Dropping my head, I press my lips to his.  I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly.  He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.
And then his control snaps.
His hands—still at my hips—lift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me.  His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.
Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know it’s just because our faces are so close.  I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.
“That can’t happen again,” he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.
What the hell?  I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of the situation.  Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel.  Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.  
I’m not passing that up.
Nope.
No fucking way.“We’ll see about that.”  
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Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand. Facebook | Website | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

NEEDING THE MEMORIES BY TERRI ANNE BROWNING





NEEDING THE MEMORIES by Terri Anne Browning is now LIVE! 
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Happy Ever After doesn’t end at the Epilogue. The Epilogue is really only the beginning. For us, it’s meant sharing every high, every low, and loving each other even more when we come out the other side still standing. He’s everything I’ve always wanted. My best friend. My lover. My husband…



My Demon. 

And I’m his Angel. 



Our life hasn’t always been perfect, but to me as long as I get to wake up to Angel in my arms every morning and get to tuck our girls into bed at the end of each day I’ll be the happiest man in the world. Nothing can come between us, nothing can tear us apart. 



Only…I have one regret. One that is still a black void in my head. 



Every year it’s the same. 



The regret. 



The self-loathing for the man I was back then. 



The anger that I’d taken something from the woman who has given herself to me so freely and being unable to remember a single second of it. This year it’s worse for me. It’s slowly driving me crazy. 



Maybe it’s time to hit rewind and give us both a do over for that night. 



Maybe what I really need is a memory to replace that empty blackness that is trying to swallow me whole. 




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I LOVED this book! It was a culmination and a great ending to the Rocker Series by Terri Anne Browning, bringing everything together in one great book. Drake and Lana are two of my favorites, and their life has been almost perfect except one night that Drake can't take back. He sets out to make up for what he did to her, and boy does he make up for it.

This was a great book, and a heartwarming read without a lot of angst. I would highly recommend that you read the rest of the series, but especially Drake and Lana's story before you dive into this one, but you can read it as a standalone. It also provides a lot of information about the status of the other rockers and gives us a glimpse into their lives. Overall this was a great addition, and I loved reading it. I can't wait to see what else is in store from TAB!



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Terri Anne Browning is the USA TODAY bestselling author of The Rocker...Series. She started writing her own novellas at the age of sixteen, forcing her sister to be her one woman fan club. Now she has a few more readers and a lot more passion for writing. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on best selling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series has since expanded to OtherWorld with Axton Cage and his band members. Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series. Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a loveable Olde English Bulldog named Link.


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