#NewRelease!! The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil Series #1) By Kristen Ashley #Standalone #AvailableNow

✮✮✮ From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley, comes the first standalone title in the exciting, new Moonlight and Motor Oil series, THE HOOKUP! A rich, emotional love story, THE HOOKUP is available now!✮✮✮

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About THE HOOKUP(Moonlight and Motor Oil Series #1):

When the new girl in town, Eliza “Izzy” Forrester decides to hit the local drinking hole, she’s not ready to meet the town’s good, solid guy. She’s definitely not prepared to engage in her very first hookup with him.

Then Izzy wakes up the next morning in Johnny Gamble’s bed and good girl Izzy finds she likes being bad for Johnny.

Even so, Izzy feels Johnny holding her at arm’s length. But Johnny makes it clear he wants more and Izzy already knows she wants as much of hot-in-bed, sweet-out-of-it Johnny Gamble.

Floating on air thinking this is going somewhere, Izzy quickly learns why Johnny holds distant.

He’s in love with someone else. Someone who left him and did it leaving him broken. Whoever was up next would be runner up, second best. Knowing the stakes, Izzy will take what she can get from the gentleman that’s Johnny Gamble. And even knowing his heart might never mend, Johnny can’t seem to stay away from Izzy.

Until out of nowhere, his lost love comes back to town. He’s not going back, but Johnny still knows the right thing to do is let Izzy go.

And Izzy knew the stakes, so she makes it easy and slips though his fingers.

But that’s before Johnny realizes Eliza moved to town to escape danger that’s been swirling around her.

And that’s why Johnny decides to wade in.

That and the fact Eliza Forrester makes breakfast with a canary singing on her shoulder and fills out tight dresses in a way Johnny Gamble cannot get out of his head.

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EXCERPT:

“Izzy?” she answered.

“Hey, I’m home,” I told her.

“Okay, well…how are you?”

How was I?

Johnny’s behavior explained by the sad fact it was the anniversary of his father’s death, but still explained, and he was coming over for dinner the next night, not to mention, after not being affectionate (at all, unless you counted sitting me on the countertop, which I kind of did) after the last time we’d had sex, he made out with me at the door of my car for a good, long, happy while—I was great.

“I’m great,” I told her, opening Serengeti’s stall and moving in, lifting a hand to pat her jaw while she moved her nose to snuffle my neck and blow at my hair.

“Damn,” Deanna muttered.

My hand arrested on Serengeti and I focused on Deanna.

“What?” I asked.

“Damn,” she repeated.

“Damn what?” I asked.

“Well, just to say Johnny Gamble is Johnny Gamble.”

A specific area in my chest squeezed at the way she imparted that obvious but still confusing information.

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“He’s Johnny Gamble of Gamble Garages. Did he tell you that?”

No he didn’t tell me that.

And suddenly I was embarrassed about something that I hadn’t liked all along.

But it was worse since Deanna knew more about a man I’d slept with than I did.

Serengeti was getting fidgety, so I used my hand on her to lead her out of her stall, and once in the corridor, she trotted out the open bay at the back, directly into her pasture.

I moved to Amaretto as I shared with Deanna, “No, he didn’t tell me that. I mean, we talked but we were also doing other things.” I let that lie. It did, weighty between us on the phone, before I went on, “I don’t know what that means.”

Even though it seemed like I did. Something seemed familiar about that.

“You haven’t lived here long enough,” she murmured while I opened Amaretto’s stall and moved in for some quick pats before I let him loose. Louder, Deanna said, “You know the gas station in town?”

Oh yes.

That was where I’d seen it.

“He owns that?”

“That and seven more of them across three counties. None in the city, just in the counties. Some of them are like mini-mart stores. All of them sell gas and do work on cars.”

Wow.

That was impressive.

About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.


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Until Malcolm Knight set his eyes upon the curvy cherub of a Christmas elf in his department store’s Santa’s Village, Christmas meant nothing to him except what it did for the bottom line. Now, his inner Scrooge is melting away. Replaced by thoughts of her sugar-plums and if they taste as good as they look.

Penny Evergreen lives for Christmas. When her parents jet off for the holidays, sending her all alone to New York for a month-long training to relieve the piano prodigy of her paralyzing stage fright, she takes one look at the elaborate Christmas Village at the prestigious Knight & Knight department store, and she hatches a holiday plan of her own.

Will these two star-crossed opposites attract? Or will their deceptions be the end of this holiday fairy tale before it has a chance to take off?

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She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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My firm has been hired to make sure Holly gets her biggest Christmas wish.
The rules are simple:

Seduction and fantasy, and absolutely no sex.

But, the moment I get a look at the delicious redhead all rules go out the window faster than Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night.

I shouldn’t touch her, but it is the season of giving, after all.

And I really want to give Holly a night we both will never forget.

The problem is, once she wraps that sweet little tongue on my candy cane,

I want much more than just one night.

Warning: Welcome to Jenika and Jordan’s Hot-Bite Christmas where the packages are big, the stockings are definitely hung, and snow isn’t the only thing that gets plowed. We’ve decided you’ve been good this year, so pull up a chair and enjoy a quick, dirty little cup of Christmas Cheer.

Holly

If I hear one more Christmas carol, I’m going to hurl. That’s it. I hate this time of year. It’s cold, it’s miserable, and people are just plain rude. I tried Christmas shopping today—I really did. Fifteen minutes in the store with holiday music playing in the background, people pushing and shoving, getting mowed down by shopping carts, and I was done.

Which is why I’m limping on the sidewalk, with not one shopping bag to show for my trouble. Some woman inside the department store ran into me with her cart. She didn’t apologize; she just huffed, like I was the one who caused the accident.

I find a bench close to the park and sit down to inspect the damage. I bend down to look at the back of my leg and wince at what I see. My stocking is torn and there are these gigantic runs in the nylon going up my leg. The heel of my foot is bloody and has been ripped open at the exact spot the back of my Jimmy Choos slide against. My favorite pair of heels didn’t exactly escape hell either. They’re scuffed and have serious damage. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t have walked away. I would have given that lady a dirty look and thrown my shoe at her before giving her the finger.

“Looks like you’ve been trampled by Santa’s reindeers,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn and look at him and everything in me stills. Chills run down my back and the voice seems to vibrate in the very center of me, sending instant awareness through me and making my body hum with need. Which is unusual for two reasons. One, I’ve been on a break from relationships and men in general for the last five years. My last breakup was not good—so not good that the thought of trusting another male scares the hell out of me. The last and most obvious reason is the one that takes precedence, however. I don’t know this man. I don’t know him at all and worse… He’s wearing a Santa outfit.

Great, I’ve reeled in a nut job.

“Do I know you?” I sound like a cranky old bitch right now, but I’m not in the mood for some guy dressed up to try and get me in the holiday spirit, not matter how good looking he is.

“I’m Santa, can’t you tell?” he says, drolly.

I rest my back against the bench and look at the stranger, feeling my eyebrows lift up in sarcastic disbelief. Yeah, he’s wearing a Santa suit, a cheesy red one that looks like it’s made out of crushed velvet and that’s trimmed in white fake fur. I suppose that’s not strange; ‘tis the season and all that. What doesn’t fit the part, however, is when he yanks off the beard and hat and pulls off the white gloves, I can see that his large, masculine hands are covered in ink.

I draw my attention back to his face. Now that the fake beard is gone I see he’s sporting a black beard with a bit of gray sprinkled in. Dark, almost obsidian eyes stare down at me. They look intense, mocking and yet at the same time somehow bored with life. He pulls out a cigarette and then lights it, cupping his hand against the cool New York wind.

“I don’t think Santa is supposed to smoke,” I tell him.

“Sweetheart, Santa does a lot he’s not supposed to do,” he smirks and something about that look on his face makes my body heat.

“Whatever. You should make sure your boss doesn’t see you do that,” I mutter, annoyed because he’s making my traitorous body react when it shouldn’t.

“Santa has no boss.”

“God, can you drop the act? I’ve about had it with Christmas and the last thing I want to do is hear you tell me how you spend your days on the North Pole playing with your reindeer,” I huff.

“I make the elves stroke my reindeer horns actually,” he smirks. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“You mean besides being mowed over by a woman with a cart and ruining a pair of pantyhose and my favorite pair of heels?”

“Who was she? I’ll put her on the naughty list,” he asks and at this point I just shake my head.

Who is this guy?

“Will you give it a… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes grow big as I watch him get down on his haunches in front of me.

“I thought that was rather obvious. I’m checking your injury out,” he murmurs, ignoring my protest and pulling my leg up into his lap—despite me trying to pull it away.

I brace myself on the bench, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up falling to the ground. I try to kick at him, but he holds my leg firmly, not allowing the movement.

“Will you stop? I don’t know you! And besides that, this dress is too short. You’ll have me flashing half of New York.” My voice has risen by this point.

“Stop being dramatic. My body is completely blocking you.” He dismisses my objection and then he looks at me—really looks at me. His eyes bore into mine, and his hand on my leg becomes tighter, almost punishing in his hold. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks.

My body jerks in reaction. I should be repulsed. In fact, I should be panicking that a man I don’t know, a man dressed in a Santa suit, with a cigarette trapped between his lips and his big—huge really—ink-covered hand wrapped around my leg, is asking me if I’m wearing panties. What I should not be is turned on. And, if my damp panties are any indication… I am definitely turned on.

“You did not just ask that!” I cry out, desperately trying to pull away from him. I can’t be turned on by a stranger—a very weird, sexy as sin stranger. I cannot be talking about my panties with said stranger and most of all, I can’t spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Black… nice,” he says almost to himself, obviously having looked at my panties. I’m not sure how much he can see because of my pantyhose, but despite it all I feel my face heat, even though the air has a wintery chill to it. “Damn, honey, I’d say the shopping cart won your war,” he mumbles around his cigarette, yet somehow managing to make each word clear.

“Will you let go of my leg please?” I growl out, unable to pull away from his firm grip. I’m thinking that what I thought might be padding to fill out the Santa suit is actually just plain muscle. If his hands are anything to go by, he’s huge.

What is it they say about large hands again?

I squirm uncomfortably. I really shouldn’t be thinking about that at all.

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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#ReleaseBoost!! Scarred – A #sinsandsecrets Series Novel By Author Willow Winters

 

Title: Scarred

A #sinsandsecrets Series Novel

Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 5, 2017
Blurb
She made me a better man, but I still wasn’t good enough to keep her.
Born and raised in Brooklyn, with sleeve tattoos, ripped muscle and a
cold-hearted stare, I am who I am.  The bad boy she knew to stay away
from.
I knew we were never supposed to last.  But the way her lips
tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands…  I couldn’t let go. I did
everything I could to keep her.
I put on a ring on her finger and straightened out my life.  All
for her.
I should’ve known better.
One mistake tore us apart and I don’t know what I can do to salvage
what we once had.
I knew it wasn’t supposed to last, but if I could make her stay with me
once…  I can do it again.
Watch me. I love my sweetheart; I’m not losing her again.

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Evan
Damn me for what I’ve done,
Hate me for the lie.
Let the web weave and thread,
But don’t let what we have die.
I know it in my blood,
She’s mine to keep and hold.
I’ll stop fighting only once,
When I’m dead and cold.
The piles of dirt are getting larger. The metal shovels
pierce the frozen soil. The sound cuts through my bones, one and then another
and another.
It’s been constant as I stand here, helpless. I’ve never
been colder, the wind and bitter snow beseiging my body, but I still don’t
move.
I can’t take my eyes from the two graves.
The shovels spill the dirt, the piles mounting as my eyes
drift to the tombstones.
The first my father, a man who died before his time. A death
of tragedy.
And then to my wife’s. My love’s. Gone before her time. No
one believes me. He put her there. James killed her.
My eyes pop open wide when I hear Kat whisper, “It’s all
your fault.”
I wake up breathless, my heart pounding and I swear I can
feel Kat’s hot breath on my neck even though I’m alone. My eyes dart around the
room as I slowly lift my body into a sitting position on the bed.
Just a terror. The same as last night.
I’m quick to grab the video monitor for the security system
from the nightstand and flick the button on to bring it to life. I had it
installed after the break-in.
It’s only when I see Kat in our bed, that my heart starts to
calm, and my heated skin seems to succumb to the chill of reality.
She’s okay.
I close my eyes and when I open them, it’s an image of her
rolling over in bed. To my side. My fingers brush the glass where she is. I’ll
be there soon. I’ll be with her and it’ll all be over. I won’t let her down.

 

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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

 

ReleaseBlitz!! If Love Was Fair By Author Savannah Stewart

 

Title: If Love Was Fair
Author: Savannah Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 12, 2017

Blurb
Life wasn’t fair…and I’d learned that on far too many occasions.
Arbor Kenton had one goal, to flee the toxicity of her hometown. She’d thrown a
dart at a map and decided wherever it landed she would move without hesitation.


One night was all she had left before she’d hit the road and never look
back. But little did she know just how life altering that night would be.
I know I can’t ask you to stay, and you wouldn’t ask me to leave.
Colin Banks was an aspiring musician traveling from town to town
looking for his big break.
One night in a new town would end up shaking the once firm foundation
of his dreams. What he didn’t foresee is what that night would end up meaning
to him.
If love was fair, so much would be different.
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From the Most Beautiful Small Town of America & the
Bourbon Capital of the World, Bardstown, Kentucky, Savannah Stewart writes
Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Romantic Suspense novels. She is very much
a Leo, with one fur baby named, Jack. She’s a Book-a-holic who loves music,
tattoos, photography, singing, writing, & laughing. One of her favorite
quotes is “Love is the beauty of the soul.”


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#ReleaseBlitz!!! Love for Christmas A Billionaires and SEALs Romance Box Set By Authors: Julia Kent, Cora Seton, Lynn Raye Harris, Blair Babylon & Gina Robinson

 

 

Title: Love for Christmas

A Billionaires and SEALs Romance Box Set

Authors: Julia Kent, Cora Seton, Lynn Raye Harris,

Blair Babylon & Gina Robinson

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 12, 2017
Blurb
Forget
shopping. Forget baking. Forget company coming over tonight. Wouldn’t you
like to unwrap these 5 alpha males for the holidays?
NYT and USA
Today best-selling authors have banded together to bring you 5 romance novels
and stories about love, romance, and the spirit of the season. Take a break
and rip open this boxed set to cuddle up with these romantic comedy and
contemporary romance books.
These authors have pulled out all the stops,
offering their best-selling books for one more bite at the Christmas cookie or
penning ALL NEW stories about new characters and new love!
For a
limited time, you can pick up all 5 of these naughty men for a really great
price! This heart-pounding collection is filled with confident, sexy, and
romantic men you’ll want to spend the holidays with.
Click now
to get this special box set of best-selling books before it’s gone forever!
Christmas
Shopping for a Billionaire
by Julia Kent
When
Shannon is called to the mall to work as a sexy elf, her billionaire boyfriend,
Declan, gets roped into playing Santa.
The
Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride
by Cora Seton
It’s
Christmas time at Crescent Hall, but don’t expect peace, harmony and goodwill
among men. Sparks are going to fly in an epic battle of the sexes, military
style!
HOT
Package
by
Lynn Raye Harris
When the
woman who once walked out on him drops back into his life three days before
Christmas, HOT operator Billy “the Kid” Blake risks everything to
help her thwart a conspiracy.
All I
Want for Christmas Is You
by Blair Babylon—BRAND NEW! NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!
A Killer
Valentine concert in Paris for Christmas. One chance to find true love. And
then the lead singer holds out his hand and pulls Brodie up on stage to play
the guitar. What if everything went impossibly, catastrophically right?
The
Billionaire’s Christmas Vows
by Gina Robinson
JINGLE, JINGLE,
JINGLE! HEAR THOSE WEDDING BELLS RING
… No one is feeling the holiday stress more than Kayla Green. Six months
pregnant, she’s “married” to Seattle’s youngest billionaire Justin
Green. But they’ve never actually said their vows to each other. This
Christmas, Kayla wants to give Justin something money can’t buy—proof that her
love is real and forever, Christmas Eve wedding vows complete with a legal
marriage license.

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#CoverReveal!! Playing – An Inked Hearts Series Standalone By Author Crystal Kaswell

Title: Playing
An Inked Hearts Series Standalone
Author: Crystal Kaswell
Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Design: RBA Designs

Release Date: January 4, 2018

 

Blurb
Walker Williams is
my f*ck buddy.
I get his carefree
smile.
I get his inked
arms.
I get his
massive ahem.
It’s the perfect
arrangement. The cocky playboy makes me c*me. I hold onto my secrets.
No getting lost in
his dark eyes. No melting into his soft embrace. No falling head over heels.
We’re playing.
That’s it.
I need to think
about his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin, his hard body against mine.
If he unlocks my
heart, if he finds out the truth…
There’s no way he’s
staying.
*A standalone
romance set within the world of Inked Hearts*

 

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Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn’t writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.Sign up for her mailing list to get exclusive bonuses like deleted and alternate POV scenes: http://www.crystalkaswell.com/subscribe/