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Release Tour: Hawk: Skulls the Early Years (Skulls Motorcycle Club) by Jessie Cooke, #MCRomance is Available Now!

Title: Hawk: Skulls the Early Years
Series: Skulls Motorcycle Club
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

 

 

Are some men just born bad…or do circumstances conspire to make them that way?
Grant “Hawk” Benning will go down in history as one of the baddest, most hated men on the eastern seaboard…and then some. Hawk cut his teeth on leather and steel, growing up heavily influenced by a culture of violence, drugs and crime. He would navigate the pathways between adolescence and adulthood using only the tools he’d been given…realizing too late that the club that made him a man, would likely bring about his ultimate demise.
Hawk’s life, his destiny, was with the Southside Skulls. Prospect at seventeen, Vice President at twenty-one. Two and a half decades of riding alongside the prolific Doc Marshall. Hawk will have a full life…but one wrought with a loneliness built by his reluctance to allow any glimpse of the man who really lived behind the kutte.
During his life, Hawk will fall in love with three women. The first will become his closest friend and she’ll leave a legacy that will both brighten and darken Hawk’s days to come.
The second, a free spirit…the one in touch with her own soul…the one who may have taught him how to reach his, if only she’d had the time.
And the last…the woman who would ultimately give him something that no one else ever could…a chance to glimpse and explore the best parts of himself…the parts that even he didn’t know existed.
Ride along, read along, and make your own decision in the end. Was Grant “Hawk” Benning born to be bad…or was the deck just stacked against him from the get-go?

 

 

 

 
 
 
“You can’t bring that kid in here.” Grant stood next to Cal, his mom’s old man, outside of a “Go-Go” bar on Washington Street. Grant had been to the bar before, on more than one occasion. Cal usually made him stay in the back with the “girls.” Grant didn’t really have any complaints about hanging out with the girls. They were pretty, they smelled good, and most of them were nice to him. They gave him soda pop and chocolates and they let him watch The Twilight Zone and Bewitched on the television in their dressing room while he waited for Cal. Grant thought it was funny they called it a “dressing” room since they seemed to do more undressing than dressing in there, but that wasn’t his business, so he stayed out of it. Grant spent a lot of time with Cal since his mom worked so much, and Cal taught him a lot. One of the first things he taught him was that he should always mind his own business. One of Cal’s favorite sayings was, “Row your own boat and keep your fucking oars outta mine.”

“Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” Cal asked the big, bald bouncer. “Fuck” was Cal’s favorite word; he worked it into every conversation and nearly every other word. Grant’s mother asked Cal not to say it in front of Grant when they first got together, but it didn’t seem to Grant like Cal listened to much of what his mother said. After a while, his mother started saying it too…sometimes. Grant didn’t care about that, but what bothered him was that the first time that he tried saying it, she had washed his mouth out with soap. His fourth-grade teacher had talked to them just that day about double standards. Grant didn’t understand much of it, and he hadn’t even realized he’d been listening. He was almost proud of himself for pointing it out to his mother. Of course, when he did, he got the soap bar a second time. From then on, he kept his use of the word to times when his mother wasn’t around.

“I don’t care if you’re the fucking Governor of Massachusetts,” the bald guy said. “You’re not bringing that kid in here.”

Cal didn’t like the governor, or the mayor, or the police. He talked a lot about the system being “fucked” and the cops being “corrupt” and the “man” trying to keep him down. It confused Grant a little bit because despite Cal’s obvious dislike of the government, he was definitely proud to be an American. Cal rode a Harley with an American flag painted on the tank, and at his club there was a big American flag that hung right next to their black and white Skulls flag. Grant listened to Cal and his MC brothers complain all the time about “foreigners” taking everything over. Foreign cars and motorcycles pissed them off, and they had derogatory names for anyone with a different skin color or accent. But still, Cal didn’t like the governor and Grant thought that the bouncer might end up being sorry he brought him into it.

Cal sighed, and to any other bystander he looked like he was turning to leave. But at eleven years old, Grant had already witnessed three years of Cal’s craziness and he knew well what was coming next. Cal wasn’t all that big, but to hear him tell it, he’d been kicking asses in the Watertown neighborhood he grew up in since he was five years old. Grant hadn’t really believed that at first, but he did now, and he had a feeling the big guy was about to believe it too. Grant took a step backwards to get out of the way and he saw the bouncer smile, like he thought he had won. Then just like that, Cal’s fist came out of nowhere and slammed into the guy’s face. Cal had never used his fist on the boy, but Grant had seen him use it on plenty of people and he knew it had to hurt, especially because he heard the man’s nose crack. Grant had watched Cal knock out men twice his size, make them bleed, and even make them cry. Cal always told him that if you wanted respect in this world, you had to be willing to fight for it. Grant tried using that line on the school principal the last time he got in a fight on the playground. It had gotten him suspended.

Cal stepped on the now prone, incoherent bouncer and the guy let out a painful cry. Cal pointed to the small skull on the front of his leather vest that matched the big one on his back and he said, “The Southside Skulls own this bar.” The man must be stupid, Grant thought, because he opened his mouth to try to argue. Cal pressed down harder with his boot and the man howled in pain. Cal waited for him to shut up again and then he went on, “It don’t matter whose name is on a piece of paper. The Skulls own this fucking city and your pitiful little boss knows it. Now you know it and if you ever forget it again, I’ll make sure you forget how to breathe too. You under-fucking-stand me?”

The nod the man managed looked, to Grant, like it hurt down to his bones. Cal smiled and then looked at the boy and said, “You coming? Already wasted too much fucking time on you today.”

Cal stepped over the man and Grant had to step on part of the big guy’s arm to get to the door. He didn’t understand why Cal was suddenly mad at him, but he wasn’t surprised. Cal got mad at him a lot. He never argued with Grant’s mom about “watching” the boy, but it was obvious to Grant he didn’t want to. But Cal didn’t argue with Grant’s mom about anything. He always just smiled when she was mad, let her yell at him, or whatever, and then he usually went and did things his way anyway. Grant sometimes tried that too, but nine times out of ten he got his butt whooped for it.

Once they were inside the bar, Grant had to blink his eyes real fast to keep the thick smoke from making them water. His nose burned and the bright lights from the small stage blinded him. It was disorienting and he stood still for a minute just trying to get his bearings. He felt Cal’s palm tap the back of his head. “Go on in the back,” he barked at him, “and keep your oars in your own boat!”

Grant started toward the back and he had just passed the stage and was almost to the entrance for the dressing rooms when he heard the rhythmic pounding of a drum. He stopped dead in his tracks and when he didn’t think anyone was looking, he ducked into the shadows alongside the stage and waited. He knew what the drums meant. It had been almost a year since he’d seen her, but he hadn’t been able to forget her. He crouched low in the hopes that no one would spot him, and he watched the brilliant blue headdress appear from behind the shiny curtain. The vividly colored feathers framed the woman’s pretty face and fell down to the floor on both sides of her body.

Grant held his breath as he watched the woman begin to move her body slowly in time with the drums. Occasionally she turned slightly in his direction so the leering men on the far side of the room could see her. She held a big fan with yellow and lime green feathers in front of her body and she moved it up and down, just short of revealing the “things” Grant knew he wasn’t supposed to look at. With her other hand, she held one with pink and white feathers behind her back. Her long, brown legs were bare, and her feet were adorned with sparkly blue high-heeled shoes. She was beautiful, but Grant’s favorite part about her was her hair. He loved her long, straight black hair. It hung down her back, disappearing under the fan, and then reappearing and traveling down to her ankles. It shone under the lights, waved when she danced, and it looked like if you touched it, it would be as soft as silk.

The announcer, a fat guy with a bad comb-over and acne scars all over his face, introduced her as soon as the drumming stopped. “Put your hands together and then get them dollars out, boys. We got our own little squaw in the house tonight, Hialeah, the sexiest Cherokee woman this side of the reservation.” The men clapped and whistled and yelled things Grant didn’t understand. When they quieted down again, soft music started playing and Hialeah began to dance again. Grant didn’t know what it was but something about the way she danced made him happy inside.

The men were yelling at her to drop her fans as she swayed to the music and they were reaching up onto the stage, trying to touch her. Grant wanted to tell them to stop, but he knew better. If Cal caught him watching the dancers, or talking to the men, he might just know what that fist felt like firsthand. Instead, he crept as close as he could, staying on the side of the stage where it was dark, but positioning himself so that he could get a better look at her. The music sped up and she danced faster, turning her back to the howling men and finally dropping that fan. Grant watched the men stuff money into the strap on her undies and he tried not to look at her bare bottom. But her skin was so smooth…and such a pretty color that he could hardly help himself. Hialeah turned back to face the men and she began to sway and lower the fan in front when crashing sounds and dozens of men dressed in black jackets and vests and helmets were suddenly everywhere.

“Boston PD! Everyone down! Get down on the floor, now!”

Grant’s heart was racing as he searched the dark bar with his eyes, looking for Cal. The place was chaos and he couldn’t see him anywhere. Half-naked women were running around, some were screaming and some crying. Men were dropping down to the floor like flies that had been swatted, and panic began to well up inside of him. He looked toward the door, thinking about running, but the police had it blocked. He looked toward the dressing rooms, and they were standing guard there as well. Lastly, he looked back up on the stage and to his shock, a prone Hialeah was gesturing to him with her hand. “Come here little man.” He was terrified, but if he went up on the stage they would see him…everyone would. “I know it’s scary, but all we have to do is exactly what they tell us, okay?”

Finally, with nowhere else to go, Grant climbed up on the stage and got down on his belly, sliding himself over until he was close to Hialeah. He felt her soft hand reach out and cover his and she whispered, “Be brave, little guy. It’s going to be okay.”

Grant was about to nod again but the sound of a pair of boots landing on the stage and the vibrations it sent through him caused him to gasp and look up. When he did, there was a big, black gun in his face and the man behind it suddenly flipped up the goggles he was wearing and said, “Fuck, you’re just a kid.”

“He’s with me,” Hialeah said. “Please don’t hurt him.”

The cop looked them both up and down and then shaking his head he said, “Just be still, both of you.” He left them there and while Grant lay listening to the chaos around them for the next hour, she held his hand tightly and reassured him every so often that things were going to be okay. Grant was still scared but he was also confused. He knew he should want it to all be over so he could go home, and part of him did. But the other part of him was so comfortable with the gentle woman that he almost wanted it to last all night.

* * *

“Who are you?” Grant was at the police station. He had to pee and he was hungry. He’d missed lunch and now dinner. The cops had brought him a hamburger and French fries and a Coke, but he hadn’t touched them. They were trying to bring him over to their side, and he wasn’t about to go. Cal had warned him dozens of times about how tricky they could be. They’d been asking him the same questions for hours, and mainly who took him to the bar, but he wasn’t going to tell them. He wasn’t a snitch. He looked at the man in the suit who’d just come into the room, but he didn’t answer him. The cop in the uniform who had been with him since they got there answered for him:

“He says his name is Grant Benning. He gave me his home phone number, or so he says it is. I’ve been calling since we picked him up, but no one is answering. He won’t tell me who took him to the bar. That Indian chick, the stripper with all the feathers, she finally admitted he wasn’t with her.” Hialeah held his hand as long as she could during the raid, and she’d even talked the cop into letting her ride in the same police car as him on the way to the station. Once they were there, however, they told him he couldn’t go with her to booking. He still hadn’t seen Cal and the thought of being alone with the cops caused panic to consume him. Cal never said anything good about the cops. He always told Grant if he got “hassled” by them that he should keep his mouth shut and not tell them a thing.

Grant had been as stoic as possible up to that moment, but when they tried to take her away, he pulled his small hand out of the cop’s grasp and threw his body back at Hialeah. He gripped her around the waist and held on tight. It took three cops to peel him off her and when he looked up at her face a tear was running down the side of it. She smiled at him though and said, “It’s going to be okay, little man.” Grant had a feeling he’d never see her again, and that made him sad, but her kindness went far in chasing away the terror he was feeling inside. He watched them take her away and then he set his jaw, raised his chin, and walked with the cop to the interview room like a man.

The cop in the suit sat down and looked at the food that Grant had pushed off to the side. “Not hungry?” Grant shook his head. “It’s hot outside. That Coke looks good. You’re not thirsty either?” Again, Grant shook his head. “You talk?” He nodded. “How old are you, Grant?”

“Eleven.”

“Who do you live with?”

Grant sighed. He’d already answered all of these questions. He wanted to use the “F” word again, but he bit it back and said, “With my mother, Sarah Benning, and she’s not answering the phone because she’s at work. She works at Louie’s Seafood Restaurant in the Back Bay and when they get busy, they don’t answer their phone. I already told him,” he tossed his head at the uniformed officer, “all of this.”

“All except who took you to the bar. Was it your old man?”

“My old man took off before I was born.”

“Does your mom have a boyfriend?”

Grant shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her.”

“Grant, who do you stay with when your mom goes to work?” The cop was trying to trick him. He thought he was talking to an average eleven-year-old.

“I’m eleven. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Well, Grant, I’m looking at your address and it seems impossible to me that you walked or rode your bike to that bar, so how did you get there?”

“Maybe I took the subway.”

“Maybe you did, or maybe you went in there with some guy we didn’t catch today and you’re afraid to tell us who that is. We can protect you, Grant, and your mom.”

“I don’t need protecting and neither does my mom.”

The police officer sighed. Changing tactics he said, “Grant, how is school?”

“It’s summer break.”

“Mm-hmm, but how do you do in school? You get good grades?”

“Yep. I’m a fucking genius.” Grant struggled in school, a lot. But he wasn’t going to tell this guy that. It was not his business.

The man cocked an eyebrow and said, “Your mom know you use those kinds of words?” Grant shrugged. When Grant didn’t answer him the cop said, “So Grant, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

A loud knock on the door drew the detective’s attention away. He got up and went to the door. He cracked it open and whispered to whoever was there. Grant couldn’t hear what they were saying but after a few seconds the detective pulled the door open and Grant could see a short, stocky woman with white hair standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, like she knew him. Grant didn’t smile back. “Grant, I’m Mrs. Haddock. I work with the police and help them when their cases involve children. Would you like to come with me? We can get you something to eat, and talk.” Grant was starving, but he was determined not to take anything the cops gave him. The lady had a badge on her waist, but no gun, and she looked like someone’s old grandma. He wasn’t going to tell her any more than he told the cops, but his stomach felt like it was eating into his backbone and maybe taking food from her would be okay. He stood up and went to the door. As the detective was about to close it behind him Grant turned and looked up at him and said:

“President.”

The detective lifted his eyebrows again and said, “That’s ambitious. You’ll have to make sure you stay out of trouble and…”

“Of my own motorcycle club.”

“Well then,” the cop said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at the exhausted, hungry little boy. Grant kept his chin up and his dark eyes locked into the blue ones of the tall man looking down at him. Another thing Cal had taught him…no matter what you’re feeling, never let anyone see your fear. They held each other’s gaze for what seemed like a long time before the older woman put her hand on his shoulder and said:

“Come on, Grant. Let’s go get you something to eat and call your mom again.”

Grant was about three steps from the door when he heard the detective say, “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of that one.” It wouldn’t be until years later when that cop was over halfway to retirement that he would realize how right he was.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.



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Release Tour: Cursed Angels by Dani René & Anna Edwards, #RomanticSuspense is Available Now!

Title: Cursed Angels
Author: Dani René & Anna Edwards
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 10, 2019
Cover Design: Raven Designs
USA Today bestselling author, Dani René, and International bestselling author, Anna Edwards, writing together for the first time, bring you a raw and emotional duet full of deceit and lies and a fight for revenge. 
By the time she was sixteen, Samara had everything stolen from her. Even her chance at love was cruelly ripped apart when she’s abandoned by the man she loved, Archer King. After years of training with Hunter, a man who’s given her hope, she’s been able to claw her way out of the darkness. With him by her side, Samara is ready to exact a bitter and cruel revenge on those who wronged her.
 
What she doesn’t count on though is seeing her first love again. But he’s no longer the boy she remembers, instead he’s become a handsome man wielding power in all the wrong places.
Archer is the security head of an evil organization. Swift and harsh justice is all he knows, and punishment is all he doles out. Even though Archer revels in his role, he can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
A string of violent deaths bring him face to face with the culprit. A raven haired woman he doesn’t remember. 
Will he carry out his orders to kill? Or can she be the key to discovering who he really is?
Enter The Factory if you dare.

Anna Edwards – All I am a British author, from the depths of the rural countryside near London. In a previous life, I was an accountant from the age of twenty-one. I still do that on occasions, but most of my life is now spent intermingling writing while looking after my husband, two children and two cats (probably in the inverse order to the one listed!). When I have some spare time, I can also be found writing poetry, baking cakes (and eating them), or behind a camera snapping like a mad paparazzi.


I’m an avid reader who turned to writing to combat my depression and anxiety. I have a love of travelling and like to bring this to my stories to give them the air of reality.

I like my heroes hot and hunky with a dirty mouth, my heroines demure but with spunk, and my books full of dramatic suspense.


Dani is a USA Today Bestselling Author of a variety of genres, from romantic suspense to dark erotic romance and even BDSM romance. She loves to delve into the raw, emotional journeys her characters venture on, and enjoys the dark, edgy, and sensual scenes that fill the pages of her books. Dani’s stories are seductive with a deviant edge with feisty heroines and dominant alphas.

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Release Tour: Vikings Anthology ~ Filled with action and suspense, this summer’s hottest beach read featuring nine amazing authors! ~ Available Now!

 

 

NINE CONQUERING REASONS TO SURRENDER

Filled with action and suspense, this summer’s hottest beach read comes in the shape of Vikings!

Battle-hardened and broad-chested, with arms strong enough to sweep you off your feet, these warriors are pure muscle, with shoulders built for carrying you to bed.

Congratulations to the nine authors who’ve created this shared-world series of supreme alpha hotness: Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Felicity Brandon, Gianna Simone, Vanessa Brooks, Sassa Daniels, Sky Purington, Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Jane Burrelli.

 

 

A tiny Scottish settlement at the mercy of its enemies.

A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

 

Delivered into Viking hands, the brides of Achnaryrie now belong to their conquering masters but, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

 

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

 

Against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland, join these indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

 

This delicious set of all-new Viking romances is available for a limited time at the heavily discounted price of 99p/99c.

Also on Kindle Unlimited (there’s even a paperback)viewbook.at/VikingSurrender

 

 

What are other readers saying? Find out on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46675556-vikings

 

‘Hot alpha vikings, strong feisty brides and steamy sex; what’s not to love?’

‘I couldn’t stop reading’
‘Caught my attention immediately’

‘The world building is phenomenal’

 

 

To celebrate all this alpha hotness, there’s also a gorgeous giftcard giveaway to enter – just click HERE (two $50 giftcards plus a goodie basket to win)

 

Happy Reading

 

Release Tour: Beg For You: Rocktown #1 by Sherilee Gray, #ContemporaryRomance, Available Now!

 

Title: Beg For You
Series: Rocktown Ink #1
Author: Sherilee Gray
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 11, 2019
Ten years. Ten endless years I’ve waited to destroy the man who tore my family apart. But I never thought I’d get the chance… until his daughter walked into my tattoo parlour, looked me in the eye — and had no damned clue who I was.
 
I never planned on falling for Cassandra Deighton. She’s silk scarves and manicures. I’m scars and rage. Yet I can’t resist when she begs for more, my ice queen who burns with enough heat to sear the soul.
I need to end this. Before she finds out who I am. Before she gets hurt.
But I’m not the only one with secrets. We both have our scars, and if the truth comes out, we could lose everything…

Cal

She didn’t recognize me.

But then my name wouldn’t have tipped her off. Cal was a nickname, a shortened version of my surname Calero. Cassandra wouldn’t know that, Chris had called me by my first name, Joel.

Through a small gap, the only piece of glass door not covered in pictures, I watched Cassandra Deighton get into her car and shut the door.

Jesus. Even after ten years she still seemed as untouchable as she had then. That coating of frost she’d made sure I felt whenever I was around her hadn’t thawed. The only time I’d seen her soften was around her horses. Daddy’s perfect angel. She’d been an ice queen in the making back then. Is that who she was now?

What would her father say if he knew she was getting inked up? If he knew who was going to be decorating her rich-girl skin?

I gripped the handle. I needed to go out there before she left, put a stop to this, tell her that I’d made a mistake, that I couldn’t fit her in after all. But I couldn’t make my damn feet move. I fucking stood there and watched her drive away.

The last time I’d seen her she’d been walking up the stairs in her house, dressed to the nines, dolled up for one of her father’s fancy dinner parties. She hadn’t seen me, had missed the night’s entertainment when I’d been escorted from the property, whispers and looks of accusation following me as I was dragged out and told not to come back.

The poor Rocktown kid, the bad seed who had led Lyall Deighton’s perfect son astray then dared to show his ugly face at their doorstep and remind them of what had happened. All I’d wanted was to see if Cassandra was okay. I knew she’d been hurt, but I had no idea how badly.

That was the first time her father publicly blamed me for Chris’s death.

My fist collided with the doorframe, a rough growl erupting past my lips, rage a twisted knot in my gut. I should have followed her from my shop. I should have told her not to come back.

Would you be able to even form the damn words to tell her to take a hike?

I felt my skin heat and gritted my teeth. Yeah, I’d seen the horrified look on her face when she’d gotten a good look at me, the tilt of her head when my speech was slow, measured. It pissed me the fuck off. Frustration, the kind I hadn’t felt in a long time, settled in my gut. The TBI—traumatic brain injury—I’d suffered when I was thrown from the car had changed my whole life, and even after all this time I still had moments when I struggled with my speech. The words didn’t always come easy and I had to think hard, get them right in my head, before I spoke.

“Fuck.” Of all the tattoo shops Cassandra could have strutted her snooty ass into, she’d chosen mine. Why did I agree to work on her? I’d lost my motherfucking mind. Shit, if she knew who she’d asked to cover those scars…
Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn’t writing sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
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Release Tour: The Justice Brothers Boxset by Suzanne Halliday, #MilitaryContemporaryRomance

 

Title: The Justice Brothers Boxset
Titles: Broken Justice ~ Fixing Justice ~ Redeeming Justice
Author: Suzanne Halliday
Genre: Military/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2019

 

The USA Today Best Selling Justice Brothers Box Set
 
Three extraordinary men and the women who love them. 
 
How much distance do you need from your past before the dust settles?
 
 
Broken Justice
Cameron Justice was a throwaway kid heading for trouble. He found a sense of purpose on the battlefield in the Special Forces, but will it be enough to wipe out his painful past? Abused and neglected, Lacey Morrow is a lost girl determined to make something of her life, if only she could catch a break. Unlikely companions thrown together by fate. Now the rest is up to them.
 
 
Fixing Justice
Draegyn St. John is all that and then some…and he knows it. He’s the sexy 007 type, complete with tuxedo and an icy-blue stare. A Special Forces Vet with a serious attitude, he has women falling at his feet. It isn’t even a challenge, until Victoria Bennett comes along. She’s a tomboy waif—more nerd than goddess—who rocks his high and mighty world in a very big way—especially when what happened in Vegas, didn’t stay in Vegas!
 
 
Redeeming Justice
Alexander Marquez is the founder and CEO of the Justice Agency. He’s ex-Special Forces, wounded in action and haunted by regret and what-ifs. After years of too much darkness and not enough light, he’s blindsided when Meghan O’Brien swoops into his life. She’s a ball-busting, curvy goddess who instantly pushes all of Alex’s buttons. When ghosts from the past threaten their relationship, will he finally send the demons packing and lay the past to rest to find his redemption in Meghan’s arms?
 
Sometimes the last thing you expect is exactly what you need.
 

USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday writes what she loves to read about in her spare time- sexy alpha men!
When not tapping away on her computer, Suzanne can be found with a mug of tea in hand. She’s a lover of travel and also enjoys a good joke.
 
Suzanne is the proud mother of USA Today Bestselling Author Ella Fox.
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RELEASE TOUR: Clear as a Bell by Emily Hussey ~ Genre: Contemporary Romance (novella) is Available Now!

Title: Clear as a Bell
Author: Emily Hussey
Genre: Contemporary Romance (novella)
Release Date: April 26, 2019
Miranda Montgomery is determined to win the contract with the new hospital. Her company provides specialised IT services and the job is crucial if she wants to keep the business afloat until Christmas. Hugh Paterson is the Chief Operating Officer at the hospital, and Miranda needs to curb her tongue if she is going to keep him onside.
There’s no denying the attraction between the two, but to act on that could have consequences for them both. It’s already apparent there are those who would sabotage her business if they could, and Miranda must use her wits to survive. That doesn’t quell the heat and passion when she and Hugh run into each other at an industry conference.
Subsequent events make her understand that for the sake of her employees, she has to put the contract first. After all – she and Hugh can pick up where they left off when the job is finished. At least, that’s what she thought. She never expected Hugh to leave her alone at Christmas.

“As I said in my email, there are a few aspects of your proposal I want to clarify.” He flipped through a bound report on the table in front of him, stopping at a section marked with sticky tabs. “Back-up and security procedures. That’s my first area of concern. Data confidentiality is crucial. How do you vet your employees?”
Jack drew himself up as though about to speak. Miranda jumped in before that could happen. This was an easy question.
“We request all employees to submit to national police checks before permanent employment is offered, Mr. Paterson. We engage contractors according to work load, and they are also required to undergo the check as well.”
He nodded. “Hugh, please. No need to stand on formality.” Pursing his lips, he made a few notes in the margin of the report. Upside-down, the jottings were unreadable.
Miranda pushed on. “Part of our induction program entails instruction on our corporate policies, and processes for maintaining security. Everyone understands that a breach results in instant dismissal, and the prospect of legal action.”
Hugh looked to Jack again. “Can you run me through your risk management process?”
What was it with this man? She maintained a poker face over rising irritation. She couldn’t afford to jeopardize the contract. IT Health Solutions needed this job. It was make or break time. She focused on a business-like portrayal.
“If you look at the appendices, Hugh, you’ll see a copy of our risk management report. This assessment takes place at the beginning of every project, with responsibility apportioned to those who should monitor the impacts. It’s a dynamic document, updated every month. As soon as an issue is identified, we’ll be on to it.”
Hugh Paterson looked up from the report, put his pen down, and sat back in his chair. He regarded Jack intently, tapping the cover of the report. “On paper, you’ve come across with a well-thought out proposal. What guarantees can you give me that your company can—”
Miranda couldn’t let the meeting continue in this vein. Leaning forward, she tapped one fingernail on the table.
“Mr. Paterson—Hugh—IT Health Solutions is my company. If there are any guarantees required, you will need to speak to me. Jack will address some of the technical questions.” She sensed his surprise, but couldn’t help herself. “If you read that report thoroughly, you would have seen the section on company ownership and key personnel. Is this an indication of the level of due diligence undertaken by hospital administration?”
She felt Jack nudge her foot under the table. She knew what that meant. Shut up, Miranda. Your mouth will get us into trouble one of these days. He said it often enough.

 

Hugh’s posture shifted slightly as his eyes slid from Jack to Miranda. She held his gaze and her breath. He ignored her question and didn’t rise to the bait. He remained silent for one, two beats.
Emily Hussey splits her time between work in Melbourne CBD and her home in Adelaide, South Australia. She has lived in several Australian cities, and spent a few years living in Alice Springs, the setting for the Red Centre series.
 
While there, she also obtained her private pilot’s licence, providing the technical background for the aviation scenes in the Red Centre Series.
 
Emily enjoys the short story format, and has been published in local anthologies. The genres range from crime to romance, with some contemporary fiction for good measure.
 
She was a marriage celebrant for 24 years, and has married couples in many different locations, ranging from private gardens, to beaches to caves or rural locations. Many of her clients remain friends to this day.
 
The bottom drawer is always full of outlines for future projects. So many ideas, so little time. Plans revolve around making writing her 9-5 job, and gaining inspiration from travels both in Australia and overseas.
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RELEASE TOUR: Title: Cougar by Author M.A. Foster ~ Genre: Contemporary Romance

Title: Cougar
Series: Heritage Bay Series
Author: M.A. Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 12, 2019

 

At eighteen, I met a man.
 
A man who turned my world upside down and made me the center of his.
 
He claimed us meeting was fate.
 
I agreed.
 
I was the damsel in distress, and he was my white knight.
 
I became his princess, and he was my prince charming.
 
He gave me the fairy tale.
 
The dream.
 
Until fate circled around and turned my dream into a living nightmare.
 
Now, at forty, I’m a widowed single mother left to pick of the pieces of my broken heart and my broken family.
 

 

 
M.A Foster is a wife, mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and best friend. She loves chocolate, lattes and all things sparkly. She was born and raised in Tampa, Florida and currently resides in Lutz, Florida with her husband and her crazy dog, Rocky.
 
When she’s not reading or writing, she’s either catching up with friends and family or chatting with her readers and fellow author friends on Facebook.
 
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RELEASE TOUR: Series: Crimson Falls Novella Project ~ Vaious Authors ~ Genre: Psychological Suspense/Thriller ~ Available Now!

Series: Crimson Falls Novella Project
Author: Kiersten Modglin, Emerald O’Brien, Julie Strier, Laurèn Lee, Greta Cribbs, Rachel Renee, A.M. Ialacci, and Amabel Daniels
Genre: Psychological Suspense/Thriller
Release Date: April 11, 2019
Cover Designer: Alora Kate

 
 

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Arlie Montgomery is no stranger to tragedy. 
 
In fact, tragedy brought Arlie everything she’d ever dreamed of in one fell swoop. 
As a thriller author, Arlie should’ve had it easy. Growing up in the town of Crimson Falls, there was no shortage of inspiration, after all. 
When her husband’s tragic death becomes national news, Arlie’s failing career skyrockets overnight. Suddenly she has everything she ever wanted, except the man she’d hoped to share her dream with. 
As she approaches the anniversary of her husband’s death, Arlie finds a stranger in the woods outside of her town. A man with no memory of who he is or why he came to Crimson Falls. Desperate and lonely, Arlie takes him into her home. 
With the town’s own anniversary—the cursed Founders Day—drawing near, crime levels rise and the annual murders begin. This year, the deaths take on a new twist: the killer is copying the murders from Arlie’s books. 
As suspicions surrounding the stranger grow, Arlie must solve the mysteries she’s spent years writing. In a race against time, Arlie must stop the killer she may have created before he takes out the last victim from her books—her.

 

 
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If it bleeds, it leads. . .
 
Penelope Waterman lives for hard-hitting news articles involving death and destruction. As a reporter in a cursed town, she comes across the most gruesome stories every October. When a young girl goes missing, Penny will stop at nothing to see her name above the fold.
Harper Golden is a normal ten-year-old girl with a curfew of when the street lamps turn on. When she doesn’t arrive home after dark on an ominous night in October, her parents know something has happened to their little girl.
In a race against time, Penny delves deep into the case of the missing girl while Harper desperately wants to be reunited with her family. Penny must decide who she can trust and who’s keeping secrets. Can Penny find Harper before the curse of Crimson Falls strikes again?

 



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When recently divorced Cleo Kemp inherits a house in the small town of Crimson Falls, she jumps at the opportunity to start over in the seemingly idyllic location. A photographer struggling to find work, Cleo stumbles into the woods looking for a dead body announced on her police scanner. But she’s not prepared for what she finds — the body of her handyman, and the only man in town who has seen her at her most vulnerable, Officer Will Truman.

Still reeling from being discarded by her second husband, Cleo has a hard time with trust, keeping everyone at arm’s length. But when she’s thrown into assisting Officer Truman with the case, she becomes consumed by the investigation. As she learns that every neighbor harbors dark secrets, she starts to wonder how she can really call Crimson Falls home, and if she can trust the man she’s starting to care for.

 

 
When the killer strikes again, closer to home than Cleo ever thought possible, she grows desperate to learn the truth. But in a town riddled with secrets, lies, and mysteries, is there such a thing?

 

 
 
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Ella Dupont learned the cruel truth about death at a young age. By the time she was five, her daddy had been murdered and her older sister died mysteriously. After deeming the town cursed, Ella’s momma whisked her away to start a new life, far from CrimsonFalls.

 

 
Twenty years later, Ella gets a phone call, discovering she is the last living relative to the Dupont name, appointed with the task of settling her grandmother’s’s estate. Her momma warned her never to return to the town, but Ella doesn’t believe in curses. 

 

The moment she arrives in Crimson Falls, the town draws her in. Ella extends her visit, desperate to unravel her history from the towns mysterious past. She soon discovers that buried secrets could threaten the life of the last Dupont.

 

 
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Samantha Tillman had one rule after leaving Crimson Falls: Don’t look back.

 

Not at the one thing she loved most.
Not even after the murder of her father.

 

 
When her mother calls, one cold October night, begging for help, Samantha breaks her rule and returns to the town where her self-destructive coping habits were created in the hopes that she can save her mother.

 

 
But when she arrives back at her childhood home, she is confronted with the past and people she had desperately tried to forget, and the realization that a part of her never really left the town behind. 

As Founders Day approaches, increasingly disturbing events occur in Crimson Falls, and Samantha is reminded of the insidious nature of the people who reside there. Truth has consequences, and as she wrestles to find a way out of the madness, trying to escape again could cost her life.

 

 

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She always wanted to know where she came from…

 

Orphan Lilith Grace is putting her life back together after escaping her abusive foster father. Waitressing to make ends meet, her world takes a sudden turn when she’s attacked by one of the patrons and ends up in the arms of a handsome brooding artist.
But at what cost?

 

When a road trip leads her to the cursed town of Crimson Falls, she discovers it holds the key to the thing she’s been searching for her entire life. But she isn’t prepared for how dark her past is, or what it will cost her to find out the truth.
Sometimes questions are better left unanswered.
 
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Pranks are all fun and games until someone dies…

Renee Harding can’t wait to graduate high school and leave Crimson Falls, a town that’s never been kind to her. But before she can dream any further about her future and the plans she and her best friend Jackson might make, she learns of a prank three bullies plot against him.
Too late to warn him of the trick that is aimed his way, she arrives at the scene in time to witness a murder. Gone. Just like that, Jackson is dead, all because of three close-minded jerks who’d wanted some fun.

 

A storm prevents her from informing the police, forcing her to confront the reality that Jackson is dead. But the next day, when she discovers something unexpected at school, it seems her story might be contradicting. And later, when strange things happen, targeting the trio of bullies, Renee questions what is real. But these bullies don’t care for a taste of their own medicine, and one threatens Renee to stop.

Only, she’s not to blame. She hasn’t done a thing except hang on to the truth, one she’s not so sure of anymore. Nothing will break her determination to seek answers, though. Even if it means confronting the threat of the people and reality she fears most.

 

 
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What drives a man to become a killer?
 
When Dr. Meredith Bowen gets the opportunity to interview Duane Tolloch, a man convicted of committing multiple murders between 1965 and 1967, all she can think about is the needed boost this assignment will give to her career. A seasoned psychiatrist, she is no stranger to the darker regions of the human mind, but as Tolloch relates his tale of a “town curse” and a cycle of abuse that stretches back before he was even born, his story shakes Meredith’s preconceived notions about the nature of the human psyche, as well as her faith in science, to the core.
 
Was Tolloch simply a man who chose the wrong path, or did his abusive childhood create the monster he grew up to be?
Or could the theory of the town curse actually be true?

 

 
 
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Kiersten Modglin is a suspense author who enjoys dabbling in all the sub-genres. A Netflix addict, Shonda Rhimes super-fan, psychology fanatic, and indoor enthusiast, Kiersten enjoys rainy days spent with her nose in a book. More than anything, she loves reading & creating life-changing stories.

 

 




 
 

 

Laurèn Lee was born and raised in Buffalo, New York. She loves hockey, chicken wings and spending time with family, friends and her boyfriend.
 
Reading and writing are her life’s passions and becoming a full-time author is her ultimate dream. As a child, Laurèn became enamored with the Harry Potter series. As an adult, she loves psychological thrillers and mysteries with a twist.
 
 
 
 


Growing up on a steady diet of Murder She Wrote and Nancy Drew, it wasn’t until Anna left her twenty-year teaching career that she realized she might be able to write her own mystery. Single mom to a teenager on the autism spectrum, and living in a multigenerational household, she loves the beach, reading Scandinavian crime fiction, and binging on Netflix. Anna is the winner of the Occasions, Just Write Writing Contest 2018, and a runner up in the Writer’s Domain One Sentence Story Contest 2018.

 


 

Rachel Renee, born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, finds herself residing with her family in the suburbs. After completing a degree in psychology and racking up thousands of dollars in debt, she decided to become a stay at home mom and homeschool her children, all the while working on her writing career. While she is not using her degree in the secular world she uses it on a daily basis, psychoanalyzing her husband of almost 15 years and two children (10 & 8), her two dogs, three cats and her life as a writer and teacher. While Rachel enjoys reading books from many different genres, she also enjoys writing different genres as well. Her first release is a contemporary romance and her second two are in the murder mystery/crime series genre entitled Instincts and Human Nature. The third in the series is coming out later in March!

Stay tuned as Rachel continues her journey!

 

 

 


Emerald O’Brien is a Canadian writer who grew up just east of Toronto, Ontario. She studied Television Broadcasting and Communications Media, graduating from the program at Mohawk College in Hamilton, Ontario.

With 10 published novels to date, Emerald writes unpredictable stories packed with suspense.

When she’s not reading or writing, Emerald can be found with family and friends. Watching movies with her husband and their two beagles is one of her favourite ways to spend an evening at home.

 



 
 

Always wanting to be a writer, Julie Strier grew up on a healthy diet of strange stories, mostly Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Poppy Z. Brite. But it wasn’t until she wrestled with postpartum depression that her dream was born. A new mom struggling to find her identity, Julie found herself again by returning to the thing she loved – writing. Now she writes strange, suspenseful, thrilling novels of her own. She enjoys writing fast-paced, action-packed fiction featuring flawed, real characters.

When she’s not writing, she can be found keeping her energetic toddler from climbing the world and hanging with her husband and dog. She’s also hopelessly addicted to knitting, music, and the internet.

 

 

 
 

Amabel Daniels lives in Northwest Ohio with her patient husband, three adventurous girls, and a collection of too many cats and dogs. Although she holds a Master’s degree in Ecology, her true love is finding a good book. When she isn’t spending time outdoors, or wondering how to negotiate with her mightily independent two-year-old daughter, she’s busy brewing up her next novel, usually as she lets her mind run off with the addictive words of “what if…”

 
 

 

 
 

Greta Cribbs has worn many hats over the years, from mom to schoolteacher to church choir director. She constantly seeks out opportunities to indulge her many interests, but writing is the passion that has been with her the longest. She wrote her first poem at the age of nine and has been creating stories ever since. She published her first book, Amelia’s Children, in 2015, followed by Primogénito in 2016, and Road to Yesterday in 2017. In 2018, she published Venganza, a prequel to Primogénito. Original Sin is her fifth published work. You can follow her on TwitterFacebook, or her website for the latest information about her writing and other projects she is working on.

 



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RELEASE TOUR: Title: Five Years & One Day, Author: Michal Admoni, Genre: Contemporary, Romance Release Date: April 7, 2019

Title: Five Years & One Day
Author: Michal Admoni
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 7, 2019

 

She finds herself hospitalized with no sensation in the lower half of her body
Ella is 26 years old when her world collapses. A traumatic car accident puts an end to the vibrant and optimistic life she lives and forces her to deal with her inability to walk or even feel the lower half of her body.
Ella finds herself confined to the spinal injury ward in a rehabilitation hospital which is turning – unwillingly, into her home. She hates the place because of what it symbolizes, how it looks and smells, but she knows she has no choice. Her long time boy-friend feels like Ella’s paralysis is his fault and cannot handle it. He asks for a break, leaving Ella not only in pain, but also feeling betrayed.
The only thing that keeps Ella going are her friends; the ones who were in her previous life and the new ones she meets at the hospital. One of the new people in her life is Ophir and the spark between them – though exciting, brings more uncertainty to her life.
Ella knows that she has to make some hard choices if she wants to continue living rather than just being alive.

 

 

 

 

2008 was a rough year for Michal Admoni, who spent months in rehabilitation at the Beit Loewenstein Hospital. She had to cope with not only almost losing her life and being separated from her children – due to her physical state, but also with her mother’s death.
By the end of this horrific year and thanks to an inner process she went through, Admoni realized the significance of this year and decided to devote herself to helping others in similar situations. Admoni decided to study personal and medical coaching, and for two years volunteered as a lecturer on the topic of rehabilitation processes, at the Gal Loewenstein College – a teaching institution.
Today, Admoni and her husband – Doron, live in the Kfar-Aza Kibbutz with their three children – Guy (20), Gali (15), and Lali (32), with Doron’s son from his previous marriage – Ran (31), and their two dogs.
Admoni works as a personal and group life-coach, specializing in the empowerment of rehab patients and inspires others to keep daring while lectures about disability and the strength she discovered inside her.

 

 

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