Release Blitz: Flutter (Nash Brothers #3) by Carrie Aarons ~ 5 stars

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞):

He can’t stand her, and best believe, the feeling is mutual.
Her life is the complete opposite of what he desires.
So, why can’t they keep their hands off each other?

Forrest Nash is a smug know-it-all. With his brains, ridiculous good looks and penchant for disobeying the laws of both the police and the dark web, Fawn Hill’s resident genius is cockier than any man Penelope Briggs has ever encountered. It doesn’t help that their six-year age difference makes him completely ineligible in her eyes. Add in the fact that he doesn’t want marriage or babies, and that should eliminate him from the dating pool forever. But it doesn’t mean she can’t sleep with him. Once. Or twice. Or ten times. Against all logic, though, Forrest seems to be sneaking into her heart at the same time he’s sneaking into her bed.

Penelope Briggs is one bossy, obnoxious woman. With three young children, a calendar full of school drop-offs and sports, and enough emotional baggage to fill an airplane, this widow is definitely not what Forrest Nash is looking for. And yet, he can’t get enough of the maddening bombshell. But as their hook-ups become a constant, so does his involvement in Penelope’s life. The things he swore he never wanted, love and kids, seem to be the only things on his mind. And when an attack from his part of the cyber world threatens her safety, he’ll have to admit his feelings for the woman he’d do anything to protect. What started as a convenient friends-with-benefits situation is quickly growing wings. Even if both parties are trying hard to ignore the flutter.

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Carrie Aarons needs to stop making the Nash heroes so freaking amazing! Though I love them all, I think Forrest will be my favourite out of the quartet. Honestly, she blew my expectations out of the water with this one.

Forrest is the most sarcastic, crude Nash brother. The one that hides behind the façade of someone who doesn’t really care about anything or anyone. Yet, he does care – about the one woman who’s had his heart ever since he was a preteen. Too bad she doesn’t really SEE the man he’s become.

Forrest hides behind his intelligence & sharp wit; it saved him as a child, and it protects him now as an adult. Yet, underneath his crass exterior, is the guy who looks out for everyone.

We’re like oxygen and flames. Matches and gasoline. And when we mix for just long enough, we burn the whole place down.”

Penelope Briggs feels overwhelmed by life. The escape she seeks comes in the last form she expected – Forrest Nash – her nemesis. Yet the charge she gets from their every encounter begins to translate to more than just sexual chemistry, something she never thought would happen for her again.

From the first time I met Penelope, I admired her. Life has knocked her around a few times, yet she’s remained as strong as she could. I love how passionate & opinionated she is.

I really loved this book. There were many sweet moments interspersed with the love/hate fireworks the couple created. The layer of suspense only enhanced what was already a well-written enemies-to-lovers romance.

I can’t wait to read Falter, though I am already dreading the end of this series.

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Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better. When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and Lab/Great Dane rescue.


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Release Blitz: Cosmopolitan (Happy Hour #4) by Kristen Hope Mazzola ~ 3 stars

Cosmopolitan by Kristen Hope Mazzola is available NOW!

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From bestselling author Kristen Hope Mazzola, comes a brand-new romantic comedy series!

Cheers to the best group of friends a woman could ask for.
Cheers to small apartments and even smaller…paychecks.
Cheers to a broken heart and healing it one Cosmopolitan at a time.
Cheers to Happy Hour!

Caroline Waters has always been sweet as cherry pie. The token sweetheart of her group of friends and a first-grade teacher, Caroline lives life by one simple rule: everything is better with a smile.

There’s only one problem, she’s putting on a brave front for her gal-pals. Unlucky in love, watching all three of her best friends basking in new thriving relationships, Caroline has given up on finding that special someone.

Isn’t it funny when Cupid’s arrow strikes when you least expect it? But will Caroline’s streak of dating bad luck keep her from seeing the man right in front of her face?



Caroline is parts turned on and turned off whenever her new boss, Blake, is in the same room. He’s handsome, yet the words that come out of his mouth drive her up a wall.

As Blake & Caroline go back and forth, her band of girlfriends and their significant others join forces to ensure that their insanity has some less-than-intense moments.

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Release Blitz: Bootyversary (Booty Call #2) by Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook ~ 4 stars


Bootyversary [boo-tee-ver–sa-ry] noun: when someone has had the same booty call for a year.

The issue: Peyton’s sworn off military men.

The compromise: A booty call when I’m on leave.

The reason tonight changes everything: It’s our one-year BOOTYVERSARY.

It’s supposed to be magic – me telling her she’s the one.

But Peyton has other ideas.

And she sure as hell isn’t prepared to wear a ring.


I’m not giving up on her.

Not now, not ever … not even when she totally drops a bomb I never expected!

Dear Reader,

Lance Easton is a NAVY SEAL who knows what it means to be in command.

This summer he’s taking control of the situation and we don’t mind one bit!

This is one anniversary you don’t want to miss!

Xo, Frankie & Chantel


This next installment has a little more heat and heart.

Peyton Miller is so hung up on making sure she doesn’t pick a man that is like her father that she almost misses the one right in front of her. Lucky thing he doesn’t give up easily!

I loved revisiting The Hot Wheels Roller Rink. The girls love each other and are a good support system. Looking forward to the next story in the series.

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Three months of unopened mail is scattered on the floor when I walk through the front door of my house. I kick it aside, placing my duffle bag down and flicking on the lights.

“It’s good to be home,” I mutter, unbuttoning my uniform as I head to my bedroom to do the one thing I’ve been dreaming about doing for the last ninety-two days.

Text Peyton.

Me: Hey beautiful. I just got in. You busy?

This last mission was brutal. Three months with no contact with the outside world, not being able to see my girl’s smile, hear her voice…like I said, brutal.

Being a Navy Seal has its perks. But the one downfall is having no chance at anything close to a normal relationship.

And until a year ago, that hadn’t mattered to me. I’d been more than happy with random hook-ups…until I met her.

She was teaching a cooking class downtown in one of those underground culinary studios that are usually exclusive invite-only. My sister had given me her spot, insisting I learn how to make something other than hard-boiled eggs and protein shakes.

One look at the sexy little chef and I knew I had to have her. One night in my bed, and I knew there was no way I was letting her go. But as soon as she found out that I was military, she’d bolted.

Took me a week to track her down, and by then I was already preparing for my next mission.

“Look, Lance,” she’d said, not making eye contact. “It was fun, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend, especially one who’s gone three quarters of the year.”

“I get it,” I told her, brushing my knuckles across her cheek and feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When I cupped her jaw and forced her to look at me, there was no denying the connection between us.

My sergeant, who’d been married for almost thirty years liked to tell us that when you know, you know. It’s like a volt of electricity straight to the heart. I hadn’t believed him until that moment.

“I ship out tomorrow morning.” I pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her waist, and despite the denial of her words, her body melted against mine. “Let me call you when I get back.”

Her palms rested on my chest, and I could feel the hesitancy before she answered. “You want a booty call?”

I’d chuckled, and lowered my face to hers, my lips so close to her own that I could almost taste her kiss. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

She held my gaze, those gorgeous hazel eyes searching mine. She wanted me, or at least the pleasure that she knew I could give her. Our night together had been the best fucking night of my life. And I needed more.

“Okay,” she finally said. “But it’s just sex. Nothing else.”

I’d kissed her then, taking it as a win. And when I’d come back home a month later, she was the first person I called. Our week together was just as electric as the first time we’d been together. More so. Because the anticipation of seeing her again was like a drug.

But there’s also this fear inside me every time I’m called away that when I come back, she’ll have found somebody else.

I swallow over the lump in my throat, waiting for Peyton’s response. Finally a message pops up on the screen.

Peyton: I’m just closing up at the Rink. I’ll stop by in an hour.

I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in and text her back.

Me: I can’t wait to see you. You know what today is? Our Bootyversary.

Peyton: Our what?

Me: Our Bootyversary. The first time we hooked up was a year ago today.

Peyton: I don’t think that’s a thing, but if it involves presents, I’m in.

I chuckle.

Me: Sweetheart, I’ve got a huge present for you.

Peyton: That’s the only kind I like! 😉

God, I love her.

My heart starts to pound as the thought goes through my head. But it’s the truth. I love everything about the woman…except the fact that she still refuses to be mine.

I clean up the house and order delivery before stepping in the shower. My cock is already hard, my balls aching with the thought of seeing her. I jerk myself off to the memory of her sweet pussy, knowing I won’t last two seconds with her tonight if I don’t.

I’m just pulling on a pair of sweats when there’s a knock on the door. Thinking it’s the delivery guy, I grab my wallet and answer.

Peyton stands there, her eyes widening, pupils expanding when her gaze lands on my bare chest. It’s less than a second, the moment when we take each other in, a carnal hunger so intense it denies all other thoughts. And then she’s in my arms, and her mouth is on mine, her legs wrap around my waist, and I’m slamming the door behind us – one purpose only – burying myself inside her.

There’s nothing gentle, nothing soft about the way our hands roam each other’s bodies. It’s ravenous. Feral. Needy.

She’s wearing a sundress, and it bunches around her waist, giving me easy access to her pussy. I push her thong aside and bury two fingers in her warmth. Peyton moans, her mouth parting as my tongue mimics the same movement as my fingers.

“Lance,” she whimpers, her pussy dripping for me, her hands pushing my sweats down over my hips until my thick cock is free. “I need you inside me.”

I groan, thanking God that I came earlier, because her words are enough to undo me. I grip my thick shaft and ease the head inside her snug little pussy, her liquid heat wrapping around me like a vise.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, gripping her ass with one hand, my other palm against the wall, steadying me.

I begin to thrust, the movement urgent, desperate, needy, the fire between us building until I wonder if it will scorch us both.

Peyton cries out and I feel her walls pulse around my cock as her pleasure rakes through her. I come inside her, hot spurts of my release filling her, my legs barely holding us up as I’m taken to the height of pure ecstasy.

My god, the woman undoes me.

She’s limp in my arms, our bodies coated in sweat, and I carry her to the shower, and turn it on, before helping her out of her dress, bra, and panties.

We don’t speak, our eyes do the talking. Her gaze never leaves mine as I help her into the shower and begin to wash her.

I kiss her, this time gently.

I see the fear in her eyes when she looks at me, and I know she’s terrified of what this is becoming. Hell, I wish I could erase those fears. Make her believe that I can be the man she needs.


The doorbell rings.

Her brows lift, and she teases, “Expecting another booty call?”

I grunt, and kiss the tip of her nose, wishing I could tell her that she’s the only woman in my life. The only woman I’ll ever want. But I know I’ll just scare her away.

“It’s probably dinner. I ordered your favorite Chinese.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Great. I’m starving.”

I get out of the shower and pull my sweats back on.

“Lance,” she says before I leave the bathroom.


“It’s good to have you home.”

Frankie Love 

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.

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Release Blitz: Bad Divorce (Billionaire’s Club #5) by Elise Faber ~ 4.5 stars

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Bec Darden was a high-powered attorney who had spent her entire adult life building a fearsome reputation both in the courtroom and the boardroom.

But once upon a time, she was also a naïve and romantic—aka idiotic—soul who’d married her college sweetheart on a whim just before graduating. She and Luke were young and in love and—

No surprise, her marriage had been short-lived.

Explosive. Miserable. And incredibly, incredibly short-lived.

But now Luke Pearson was back in her life and with the worst possible news. Her marriage, the one she’d almost immediately regretted, and the subsequent divorce she’d paid through the teeth for by working insane hours and basically not sleeping for several years hadn’t happened.

As in she was still freaking married.

Luke had been sexy in high school, gorgeous in college, but he was even hotter as a grown man and his reappearance in her life hadn’t done anything to dampen the attraction she felt for him.

But Bec had already learned that sex wasn’t everything. One broken heart was enough, and she wasn’t in the market to give Luke another chance at shattering her all over again. He needed to sign the divorce papers she drafted and leave her to her life.

Except . . . what did they say about best laid plans?

Because Luke wouldn’t sign.


Ten years is a long time. Long enough to move on from your first love, and get married to someone else. Yet, when Luke Pearson attempts to do so, he finds out the woman he thought was his ex-wife is still legally married to him. He also realises that he’s still very much in love with her… And that he needs her to know, and give him a second chance.

Bec Darden really loved Luke Pearson. When he left, it hurt and she resolved to hate him forever. Yet, when he shows up, asking for another try, she finds herself accepting, knowing he’s had her heart all along.

I loved this book. It was sweet, with heat, and lots of heartwarming, emotional moments. It’s a really well-written second chance romance. I recommend it.

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Aside from writing romance, Elise’s passions are chocolate, Star Wars, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team — the Sharks! — are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise is the mom to two exuberant boys and is thoroughly addicted to Dancing With the Stars.

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Release Blitz: All Grown Up by Vi Keeland


A Standalone Contemporary Romance

#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Vi Keeland


When I first encountered Ford Donovan, I had no idea who he was…well, other than the obvious. Young, gorgeous, successful, smart. Did I mention young? If I did, it bears repeating. Ford Donovan was too young for me.

Let’s back up to how it all started. My best friend decided I needed to start dating again. So, without my knowledge, she set up a profile for me on a popular dating site—one that invited men ages twenty-one to twenty-seven to apply for a date. Those nicknamed Cunnilingus King were told they’d go straight to the top for consideration. The profile wasn’t supposed to go live. Another point that bears repeating—it wasn’t supposed to.

Nevertheless, that’s how I met Ford, and we started messaging. He made me laugh; yet I was adamant that because of his age, we could only be friends. But after weeks of wearing me down, I finally agreed to one date only—my first after twenty years of being with my high school sweetheart. I knew it couldn’t last, but I was curious about him.

Though, you know what they say…curiosity kills the cat.

My legs wobbled walking into the restaurant.

Ford was seated at the bar. When he turned around, he took my breath away.

His sexy smile nearly melted my panties.

But…he looked so familiar.

As I got closer I realized why.

He was the son of the neighbor at our family’s summer home.

The boy next door.

Only now…he was all man.

I hadn’t seen him in years.

I left the restaurant and planned to put the entire crazy thing behind me.

Which I did. Until summer came.

And guess who decided to use his family’s summer home this year?

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times, #1 Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author.   With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Audiobook Release Blitz: Surprise, Baby! by Lex Martin & Leslie McAdam

Surprise, Baby! by Lex Martin & Leslie McAdam is Available Now in AUDIO!
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There’s a fine line between lust and hate.

I don’t care that Drew Merritt spent the last year transforming himself from grungy slob to sexy playboy. With messy, dirty blond hair and gorgeous eyes, his looks aren’t the problem.

His mouth is.

And the stupid things that come out of it.

But after an emergency strands us together, and he does his damnedest to take care of me…

Let’s just say there’s one thing we don’t clash on.

And it doesn’t involve talking.

I’ve despised Drew since I met him years ago. One weekend can’t change us that much, can it?

Spoiler alert: It doesn’t.

Except he left me a little keepsake.

And in nine months, I’ll have a surprise for Portland’s most notorious player.

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Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie’s first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world’s largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.

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Lex Martin is the USA Today bestselling author of Shameless and The Dearest Series. She writes contemporary romances, the sexy kind with lotsa angst, a whole lotta kissing, and the hot happily ever afters. When she’s not writing, she lives a parallel life as an English teacher. She loves printing black and white photos, listening to music on vinyl, and getting lost in a great book. Bitten by wanderlust, she’s lived all over the country but currently resides in the City of Angels with her husband and twin daughters.

Release Blitz: Bootyogomy (Booty Call #1) by Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook ~ 4 stars


Bootyogomy [boo-tee-ag-uh-mee] noun: exclusive booty call with only one person at a time

The place: Hot Wheels Roller Rink

The girl: Kendall a.k.a my lifelong crush

The soundtrack: 80’s music

The problem: She’s my best friend’s sister

The solution: BOOTYOGOMY

This summer Kendall and I throw out the cliched no-strings-attached deal and made our own pact.

We call it Bootyogomy.

An exclusive booty-call.

She thinks I’m in it for the hook-up, but she has no idea.

This girl is my world and it’s time to make her mine.

Dear Reader,

Max Major is a cop who looks mighty fine in a uniform!

That butt tho!

And if he’s bringing the handcuffs, we’ll commit the crime.

One of you readers will bail us out, wontcha?

Xo, Frankie and Chantel


This was a quick, sweet romance. It’s not really in the insta-romance category, but the story does move very quickly.

I loved quirky Kendall & serious Max together. They seem to balance out each other.

I was intrigued by the entire cast of characters, and can’t wait for their stories.

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Music thumps and multi-colored lights flash, turning Hot Wheels Roller Rink into something that looks like a 1980s movie. The place just opened last month, and it’s the first time I’ve seen what Kendall and her friends did to the place.

It’s pretty impressive.

And tonight, it’s jam-packed. A private party to celebrate the official opening.

A hand slaps down on my shoulder, and a beer is placed in my hand. Grady grins at me. “Thanks for coming. I know this isn’t really your scene. But I know Kendall will be glad you came.” He shakes his head and looks around. “I thought my sister was crazy when she told me about re-opening this place, but man, it’s actually pretty cool.”

I didn’t have any doubt it would be. Because whatever Kendall puts her mind to, she always achieves it – even if it means breaking a hundred and one rules in the process.

Me, on the other hand, I live my life by the rules. Even before I joined the police force, my life was about order, about black and white.

Kendall, she lives her life multi-colored.

I catch a glimpse of her now, up on the DJ platform, blonde ponytail bobbing as she listens to something on one headphone, then says into the mic, “Who’s ready to party?”

The crowd cheers and plastic glasses are raised as Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” begins playing over the speakers. I can’t help the smile as Kendall steps off the platform and skates toward us.

She’s wearing striped knee-high socks and a pair of tight, yellow shorts that show off her long legs. And when she sees me, those blue eyes light up, and she smiles, causing a deep dimple to form in her right cheek.

God, the woman is hot.

And she’s like a sister to you, the still functioning part of my brain reminds me. Not to mention that Grady would have my balls if he ever knew the thoughts I’ve had of her.

I’ve known the girl since she was eight, when she used to chase after me and Grady on her pink banana seat bike. Even back then, she loved everything retro. Everything that went against the norm.

As hard and cold as I am, Kendall is fire and air. A mixture that has always confused me. Just seeing her, makes me feel like the floor beneath me is giving out. Like I’m gasping for air, and the only way to right myself, the only way to breathe, is to draw her to me and consume her.

But I know if I ever let myself get too close, it would be her who’d consume me.

“You came,” she says, grinning at me. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” I say gruffly, wishing that primal part of my brain didn’t go all caveman whenever I was near her. She looks slightly hurt by my abrupt answer, so I add, “It’s great.”

Grady pulls her into a hug. “Proud of you, sis.”

It’s the way I should be with her. Easy. Carefree. Like she doesn’t have my insides wrapped up in a tightly wound ball, that is just seconds away from unraveling.

“Grady,” someone calls out, waving him over.

“I’ll be back,” he says, leaving me alone with his sister, Kendall.

She scoops two shots off a tray that passes by, offering me one.

“I have to drive,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. “You live two blocks away, Max. Have a few drinks with me tonight.” Then she gives me one of her mischievous grins. “I promise to walk you home if you’re worried about the neighborhood.”

I grunt, a rare smile tugging at my lips, before shooting back the tequila.

“You know you love me,” she teases, taking my empty glass and exchanging it for another.

She has no idea how close to the truth she is. But I don’t believe in that shit. Not in love, or fairy tale endings. People are consistent in one way only – they will guarantee to hurt you if you let them.

So I don’t let them.

Sure, it makes me a bit of an asshole, but it’s served me well the past twenty-five years.

Kendall is watching me, those blue eyes so damn expressive, and I know she’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. Energy crackles between us. Her fire. My ice.

“The song’s almost over,” she says. “I have to go back to my post.” She touches my arm, and even though I know it’s innocent, my cock and balls instantly harden. “It’s good to see you, Max.”

I don’t have time to respond before she’s skating off toward the DJ booth, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Right when my gaze is focused on her sexy backside, she glances over her shoulder and catches me.


I swallow hard. Shit. But the grin that tugs at one corner of her mouth makes me wonder if she doesn’t feel the pull between us too.

“Sorry, I’ve got to bail on you,” Grady says, walking toward me. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the exchange between Kendall and me, thank god.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have an early flight tomorrow.” He nods toward Kendall. “Do you mind staying a bit longer. One of us should be here.”

I rub the back of my neck, knowing if I had any sense, I’d leave. But that protective part of my brain that’s always been in overdrive with the girl is quick to say yes. “Sure.”

After he leaves, I find a booth in the back corner and sip on my beer. When the party starts to slow down, Kendall comes to the booth and sits beside me, unlacing her skates.

“You’re still here.” She tilts her head, blue eyes filled with something I shouldn’t see there – lust.

I inhale a deep breath. “Grady asked me to stay.”

She frowns, placing her skates to the side. “Right.”

“And I wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

“You still worry about me?” She nudges me with her elbow, smirking.

“Always,” I tell her, the intensity of my answer, causing her to suck in a breath.

I hold her gaze for longer than I should. Even if things weren’t complicated by the fact that her brother is my best friend, I’ll never be the man she deserves. I closed my heart off years ago. I don’t do relationships. I’ll never be the guy who settles down and has a brood of kids, and even though I know Kendall would deny it now, one day that’s what she’ll want.

But it doesn’t stop me from craving her touch. Craving to be inside of her. To taste her. Devour her.

I can’t help the groan that builds in my throat, and I have to look away. “I should go.”

Her hand covers mine. “Stay. Please.”

Despite my better judgment, I nod.

Kendall flags down one of the girls with a tray of drinks and places another two shots in front of me.

“I’m not drinking that.” I shake my head at the shot glasses filled with green and red liquor.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“A hangover in a glass.” I pick one up and sniff it, then make a face and put it back on the table.

She chuckles. “Right, you’re a whiskey man.”

I raise a brow at her. “How do you know?”

That dimple flashes again, and the look she gives me is pure mischief. “I know a lot about you, Max Majors.”

“Like what?”

She shrugs and shifts closer. “Like…you watch me when you think I’m not looking.”

Even though my brain warns me that we’re heading down dangerous territory, I swallow, then say, “And?”

“And…” She’s closer now, so close I can smell the scent of her shampoo, see the way her pupils get bigger as her eyes travel down my chest, landing on my groin, before meeting my gaze again. She licks her lips. “I know you don’t have a girlfriend. That you haven’t dated anyone in a long time.”

“I’ve been busy with work.”

“Still.” She shrugs. “A guy needs to get laid now and then.”

I cough. “Kendall—”

“What?” She sighs, but I can tell she isn’t about to back down. “Am I wrong?”


“Then what’s stopping you?” I know the real question she’s asking…what’s stopping me from taking her, from doing all the things I’ve been fantasizing about doing to her since she was sixteen years old?

“You know what,” I say low, my voice rough with need, and frustration.

“You mean my brother?” She tilts her head, studying me. “Or are you worried about breaking my heart?”

I’m more worried about her breaking mine…and Grady breaking my knee caps.

“You’re like a sister to me.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Pretty sure Grady has never looked at me the way you are now.” Her hand rests on my thigh and her touch is sweet torture.

Wicked. Hot. Desperate need fills me.


“What do you want, Kendall?” I ask, knowing I’d give her anything she asked for right now.

She leans back slightly, and for a second, I see something that looks like fear flash in her eyes. But it’s gone quickly, replaced by desire and resolution. “Sex.”

I raise a brow at her, trying to keep what little self-control I have left in check. “Sex?”

“We’re both single, why not?”

“For a million reasons.” I rub the back of my neck.

Rejection fills her eyes, and she starts to pull back.


I grab her hand before she has a chance to slide off the bench.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Shit…” I glance down at where our flesh is connected. Energy snaps and sizzles between us. “I want to be inside you so fucking bad, my balls ache from it. But…”

“It’s just sex, Max,” she says softly. “No strings attached.”

Except there’s always strings attached. And those strings will become a tangled mess if I give in to my desire for her. But even as I think it, I know there’s no way this night is going to end without Kendall in my bed, me buried balls deep inside her.

“If we do this, it won’t just be one time,” I say, knowing having her once will never be enough.

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “Okay.”

“And I have rules.” I run my fingers across her jaw, cupping it, then drag my thumb across her bottom lip and feel her tremble. Christ, I could take her here, now. I let out a shaky breath. I need to regain some control, but she has me spinning.

“What rules?” she asks, her voice catching on the last word.

I sigh. “I’m not boyfriend material, Kendall. If that’s what you’re looking for then—”

“It’s not,” she says quickly.

“Then we agree, if either of us start to have…feelings…we break it off.”

She nods. “Agreed.”

“And no sleeping with other people.”

Her lips twitch up. “Bootyogomy.”


She chuckles. “You know…exclusive booty call with only one person.”

I chuckle. “God, you’re something else.”

“Well, it looks like tonight I’m all yours.”

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Release Blitz: The Marriage Pact by Winter Renshaw


I was sixteen when I vowed I would never marry him.

We shook on it. Pinky swore. Even put it in writing and all but signed our names in blood.

It was the one and only thing we ever agreed on.

To the world, he’s Prince Ian, Duke of Montcroix, second in line to the Chamont throne. Panty-melting accent. Royal charm. Hypnotic presence. Blindingly gorgeous. Laundry list of women all over the world who would give their first born for the chance to marry him. Most eligible bachelor in the free world …

But to me, he’s nothing more than the son of my father’s best friend—the pesky blue-eyed boy who made it his mission to annoy the ever-loving hell out of me summer after summer as our families vacationed together, our parents oblivious to our mutual disdain as they joked about our “betrothal.”

He was also my first kiss.

And my first taste of heartbreak so cataclysmic it almost broke me.

I meant it with every fiber of my soul when I swore I’d never marry him.

But on the eve of my 24th birthday, His Royal Highness has the audacity to show up at my door after years of silence and make a demand will forever change the trajectory of our lives: “We have to break our pact.”

Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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Release Blitz: Offsides: The Originals (Seattle Steelheads #3) by Jami Davenport

He’s the beast, and she’s the beauty of his past.
Offsides by Jami Davenport is AVAILABLE NOW!

He’s the beast, and she’s the beauty of his past.

After twelve years in the league, all Zach Murphy wants is a championship ring. His focus has been on hard hits–not smooth manners; about breaking quarterbacks–not making small talk at cocktail parties. After dumping a tray of drinks on the team owner’s daughter and accidentally feeling up the governor’s wife, his tenure with his team looks perilously short.

Kelsie Carrington-Richmond knows what it’s like to fall from grace. A onetime beauty pageant star and former high-school mean girl, she’s now destitute and one step from living out of her car. With few real job skills, she focuses on starting her new business, Charm School for Real Men. She’s thrilled to land her first clients, the Seattle Steelheads, who have hired her to polish their roughest player.

Except…it’s Zach. The same guy whose broken heart she left in her wake when she was still a mean girl. He’s just the beast she remembers—but she’s nothing like the beauty queen she once was.

Can they get beyond their pasts? Or will they both find themselves offsides?

Previously published as Down by Contact in 2013. This version has been updated, re-written, and re-edited.


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USA Today Bestselling Author Jami Davenport writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two new indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island Series. Jami’s new releases consistently rank in the top fifty on the sports romance and sports genre lists on Amazon, and she has hit the Amazon top hundred authors list in both contemporary romance and genre fiction multiple times. Jami ranked Number Seven on Kobo’s Top Ten Most Completed Authors, an honor bestowed on the year’s “most engaging” authors based on an average page completion rate by their readers.
Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her Green Beret-turned-plumber husband, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare.
Jami works in IT for her day job and is a former high school business teacher. She’s a lifetime Seahawks and Mariners fan and is waiting for the day professional hockey comes to Seattle. An avid boater, Jami has spent countless hours in the San Juan Islands, a common setting in her books. In her opinion, it’s the most beautiful place on earth.

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Release Blitz: Justified (Loveless, Texas #1) by Jay Crownover

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The New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men series delivers a romance about a rugged Texas sheriff who must protect the woman who was once his sworn enemy…

Case Lawton comes from a family of criminals. So as the sheriff of Loveless, Texas, he’s determined to do everything by the book–until he’s called to Aspen Barlow’s office after a so-called break-in. The last thing he wants to do is help the woman who cost him custody of his son. But Aspen isn’t the heartless lawyer Case remembers, and he starts to question his long-held grudge…

Aspen is scared for her life, and Case is her last hope for protection. But to get him on her side, she’ll have to reveal the painful truth from all those years ago. Now, as they work together to track down a dangerous criminal, Case and Aspen learn to trust each other. And as the threats escalate, it becomes clear there’s a thin line between love and hate… because there’s nothing Case wouldn’t do to keep her safe.


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Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, The Point Series, Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

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