Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Release Blitz: Kiss Me Again by Emma Hart

WANTED: ROOMMATE. Must be tidy, polite, and absolutely not my brother’s hot as sin best friend.

Kiss Me Again, an all-new hilarious brother’s best friend standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available now!
I have no idea why I said yes.

Maybe I’d had one too many wines. Maybe I’d done it accidentally. Maybe I’d been sleep-texting.

One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space.

Yet he’s here. Moving his stuff into my spare bedroom. Sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me.

Here’s the thing.

We don’t get along—at all. We never have, and I don’t think we’re going to start now that we’re under one roof.

There’s also that little issue where I’m kinda, sorta, totally in love with him…

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Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs.
Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud.
Yes, really. She's that sarcastic.

Release Blitz: The Line That Binds by Carolyn LaRoche

Author: Carolyn LaRoche
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Genre: Women's Fiction
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs
Eleanor Hart loved the same man almost her entire life. When her husband Gary, a Virginia Beach police officer, is killed in the line of duty, her whole world is torn apart. One minute she's drinking margaritas with her girlfriends, and the next, she's planning a funeral. Her two best friends, Vivian and Marietta, wrap their love and friendship around her while doing their best to support their husbands who were witnesses to the brutal murder of their friend and colleague. They fight to keep their marriages together amidst depression, guilt, grief, alcoholism, and PTSD. Through the enormity of the loss, they discover the true strength of their friendship. With plenty of hugs, tears, wine, and ice cream, the three friends navigate the complicated aftermath of Gary's death. Together they can handle anything.

Friends by chance.

Sisters by choice.

Strengthened by The Line That Binds.
Available in KU and on Amazon. 

Vivian came out of the walk-in closet holding a small wood box. "Hey, Ellie, I found this on the shelf under his jeans."

"What is it? I don't recognize it."

Vivian handed it to her. Eleanor set it on the dresser before flipping the top up. Inside sat a miscellaneous collection of items. Eleanor picked up the photo off the top of the pile. It was one of the two of them, Gary in uniform and Eleanor pinning his badge to his chest. They both looked so young, so expectant and happy for the future to come. She touched his face with her finger, wishing it were really him. "This is at Gary's academy graduation."

"I've never seen this one before." Vivian took the photo and turned it over. "Look, he wrote something on the back."

She handed the photo back to Eleanor. She turned it over and recognized Gary's tight script. He'd only written two words: My love.

Eleanor held the photo to her heart. "He never came across as a romantic man but maybe he really was."

"Judging by the things he held onto, I'd say he was very romantic." Marietta pushed the box toward her. "Look."

She did. The next things she saw, the twins' hospital bracelets from the day they were born, brought moisture to her eyes. She thought she'd thrown those away. A cocktail napkin from their favorite date night spot, a seashell painted with the words St. Lucia from their honeymoon, the first pair of cufflinks she'd ever given him. She'd found them at a tag sale. They weren't worth anything but the crystal blue stones had exactly matched the color of his eyes.

"I can't believe he kept all these things." Eleanor wiped at her eyes and sniffed.

"I can," Vivian said. "You were his whole world."

"And now he's gone and this is what I am left with." Eleanor pushed the box away.

Marietta reached in and pulled out a pink hair tie. "But, what if that is why he saved all these things? So, that if something ever did happen to him, you'd know the things that were important to him and how much he loved you."

"Maybe." Eleanor took the hair tie from Marietta. "I used to wear that all the time when the twins were babies. They liked to yank my hair so I kept it braided. I'd wondered where it had gotten off to."

"This is your piece of Gary. He left it behind for you," Vivian said.

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I had no idea he'd been doing this all these years."

"Do you want to look at the rest of it?" Marietta asked. "We can leave you alone for a few minutes."

Eleanor reached for a tissue on her nightstand and blew her nose. She shook her head. "I can't right now." Eleanor closed the lid. "If I go through the rest of this now, I'll never get these clothes taken care of."

"The clothes can wait, Ellie," Vivian said. "If you want them to."

"No. I'm not ready to look at it all now." She picked up the box and walked over to the night stand. Pulling out the drawer, she tucked the box inside and closed the drawer again. She needed to look at the rest of the contents when her heart wasn't so fragile. Preferably alone so she could take the time to cherish each item's memory. 
Science teacher by day, writer and baseball mom by night, Carolyn LaRoche lives near the ocean with her husband, two boys, rescue puppy and four cats. She loves crocheting, books, food videos and trying new recipes. 


Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche 

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Monday, October 21, 2019

Pre-Order Blitz: The Traveler by Shannon Nemechek

As a self-professed book nerd, Army Major Katie Butler has hunted many rare books in her lifetime.

While on leave in Savannah Katie visits with a voodoo priestess who tells the story of Eleanor MacAllister and a long-lost book, claimed to be cursed. With her curiosity piqued,

Katie is determined to find the lost book and reveal the secrets it holds.

What she finds could change everything.

Swept back in time, Katie suddenly finds herself immersed in a country at war with itself. Determined to find her way back home, her plans begin to change when she meets the dashing Confederate officer, Captain Colm O'Donnell.

Captain O’Donnell despises slavery and when his father leaves him the family plantation, Colm immediately sets out to make changes. Having devoted his life to military service and his family’s plantation, Colm has very little time for anything else. With his country embroiled in war, he has even less free time.

Until he meets Katie Butler.

Convinced the pretty young woman with sable hair and big blue eyes, is a spy, Colm is determined to find out the truth.

Will their secrets destroy the love they have found? Or, will they find a future togethe

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March 5, 1770 

Boston, Massachusetts

Eleanor MacAllister stood outside of her parents’ apothecary and watched as a crowd began to gather around another home of another colonist loyal to King George. She had heard the noise of the group and stepped outside to see what the commotion was. Watching as the British troops lined up in front of Ebenezer Turnball residence and took aim at the mob forming in from of them. Leaning against the door, she stood and observed as her father and mother closed the shop early so they would not become a causality themselves. There was something different about tonight; it felt different; she could feel something in the pit of her stomach that told her they needed to leave and leave now. The crowd size grew as did the number of redcoats that lined up in front of the angry colonists. Boston, with every passing day, became more and more resistant to the crown. 

“Eleanor, come.” Peggy MacAllister motioned to her daughter to follow. Her father George MacAllister took Peggy by the hand attempting to pull the woman inside and through the back door of the shop. 

“Eleanor, come, hurry now.” Peggy MacAllister pled, but Eleanor was resistant and stood her ground. 

“Go, mother, I will be fine. I will stay out of sight. I promise.” 

Eleanor watched as the crowd grew and the danger ever increasing. Maybe it was the danger that excited her, she wasn’t sure, but she did know that this night would to end well. Her family was often the subject of many of these mobs, but on this night, she was a bystander. 

It was only a few months when the mob turned on Eleanor and her family, Many knew of her family’s history or had heard the stories of her grandmother The Witch Brianna MacShane and some in Boston were convinced that Eleanor and her mother Peggy had brought their craft to the Americas. Eleanor would often hear stories of her grandmother, and yes it was true, in a sense, that the MacShane’s were well-known healers from their homeland and that their knowledge had been passed from generation to generation for as long as the sun and moon had risen.

Peggy MacAllister would tell the story of her great grandmother as Eleanor would write the stories down in her book- the book passed down from generation to generation. The Journal contained the stories of the MacShane’s, the Healers of Ulster, County Donegal and of the O’Neill Dynasty. The book was a window into the history of her family. The stories contained within the pages, went from as far back as time itself, a time where myths and legends were born. A time when healers were not persecuted but instead revered for their knowledge, celebrated for their healing abilities and often held in high esteem. Those days long gone, the stories within the book told their stories- stories of pain, of loss, of love, triumph, and sorrow. Each passage contained passages all penned by one scribe- the keeper of the book for each generation. Now, it was Eleanor’s turn; she would scribe for her mother as well as herself just as her mother and grandmother had done for their mothers and grandmothers.


Shannon is a USA Today bestselling author and started her writing career while still serving in the US Army.

Shannon grew up in Macomb, IL where she graduated from High School in 1987 and soon after joined the US Army. Shannon served from 1987 to 2015 during Operation Desert Storm and during Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan.

In April 2015 Shannon retired from the US Army with 23 years of service as a Unit Supply Sergeant. She is a mother of 4 children and a grandma to 2 beautiful Granddaughters.

She has been married 26 years to her husband, Ken. They reside in Staunton, IL a small town along Old Route 66.

Shannon is an award-winning author of multiple novels and short stories. She is best known for her Military Romance series A Warranted Series.




Sunday, October 20, 2019

Blog Tour: Renovate My Mind by Chianti Summers

Author: Chianti Summers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: RLS Images, Graphics and Design, Michelle RLS Sewell
Release Date: October 9, 2019
We live.

We love.

We suffer loss.

Growing up, life was great, but one day, I received a phone call that changed everything...including the way I live my life. I’m spontaneous and don’t give a damn about anybody’s opinions. At least, that’s the case until I met TJ. He serves me one drink and delivers one hell of a line from the other side of the bar. That is all it takes for him to hook me.

I always said I would never allow anyone to get too close, never allow anyone in again. My heart is closed off, and I refuse to listen to anything it says, choosing instead to follow my head. Then everything changes...sort of. Missy orders one drink, and the sweet sound of her voice clings to me, beckoning to me.
Can TJ and Missy find a way to get out of their own heads and listen to their hearts again? If they can't face their fears and heartaches, they may never find the one they were meant to be with.


The music is blaring in here tonight. I only want one moment alone with the man who has been consuming me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him leave the bar area to saunter toward the back of Whiskey’s and down the hallway to his office. I should stay right here and finish my drink. Why would I do that though? This is my chance to talk to him. 

Picking up my tequila, I bring it to my lips and slam it back. A little liquid courage is necessary tonight. The burn is still with me when I hop off my barstool and follow TJ. 

Making my way through the crowd, I’m constantly saying, “Excuse me,” as I bump shoulders with various people. And finally, I make it through the bodies on the floor. I feel like a ping pong ball with great manners.

Strolling down the hallway, I stop in front of his office door. When I knock, pressing my ear against the wood, I don’t hear a sound that would indicate TJ is in there. Leaning back, I reach for the doorknob and try to turn it, but it’s locked. I sigh and continue my search. 

At the end of the hall, I stop in front of the exit door and take a deep breath. I push it open, and unfortunately for me, it gets away from me, flinging open, causing me to stumble through. Damn, it was a lot lighter than I thought. 

I gather myself, straighten my shoulders, push my hair away from my face, and scan the area. TJ is sitting on the stairs with a beer in hand. He’s gorgeous. My eyes drift over his body from top to bottom, taking in his wide shoulders which fills out his button-down shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. Shifting my gaze downward, I see his jeans clinging to his thighs, his muscular legs end in a pair of black boots that are resting a couple steps further down. 

He’s here, and I need to talk to him. Walking as steady as I can in the heels I’m wearing, my hips sway with each step. 

TJ pops his head up. “What are you doing out here?” he asks. How is it he didn’t hear my grand entrance? What is he thinking about?

“Hello to you too.” I stop in my tracks. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m looking for you. I don’t come out to the back of the bar for nothing,” I snap.

After taking a pull from his beer, he growls, “You should go back inside. It’s not a good idea for you to be out here.”

I step closer until I’m standing right in from of him. “I don’t need to go inside. What I need to do is talk to you,” I announce, placing my hands on my hips.

Leaning on the step behind him, TJ rests his elbows against it, letting his beer dangle in his fingers. “There’s nothing to say, Missy.”

“The hell there isn’t.” I’m over all of this tension between us. 

Dropping my hands on his knees, I have to hold back a moan when I feel his muscular thighs flex under my fingers. He takes another pull from his beer and his muscles tense again. I need to stay focused on my objective here. 

“TJ, why are we fighting these feelings between us? Why can’t we let go and give in to the heat?” I ask, making sure to keep eye contact. 

My heart rate has increased waiting for a response. In one quick motion, TJ flies forward making me release him. I stumble back several steps. 

“Missy, there is nothing to be said, and regardless of what you think, there are no feelings between us.” 

“You’re lying.” I’m not going to back down from this. “TJ, you know there is, you simply don’t want to admit it. Even if we’ve only exchanged a few glances, there’s something there. I can feel it.”

“Go back inside,” he commands, his voice stern and eyes narrowed.

“No, not until you admit what’s happening between us. Hell, just acknowledge that there’s at least some sexual tension, TJ!” 

Grabbing me by the arms, he slams his lips against mine. I struggle against his hold at first, but soon, I find myself bending to his will. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth and tangle with mine. I start to pull away, but TJ places one arm around my waist and the other at the nape of my neck to keep me in place. 

This is all wrong. I’ve wanted this for so long, but now, it feels wrong. 
Renovate My Heart

Renovate My Soul

I’m Coming Home

Georgia Peaches Series 
(co-written with Colbie Kay)
Sweet Southern Secrets
Sweet Southern Satisfaction
Sweet Southern Summer
Chianti Summers is a military spouse, a mother, a lover of music and wine. She is also passionate about sports and that is why she pursued and obtained her degree in Sports Medicine.

She decided to take a chance on writing in 2016. One day she would love to travel to Italy and mark it off her bucket list. Until that day comes she will continue to be taken away by reading and writing with a nice glass of wine.






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