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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.
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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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RELEASE TOUR: Title: Broken Promises, Series: Sater’s Creek Series #1, Author: Megs Pritchard, Genre: M/M Romance, Release Date: March 25, 2019

Title: Broken Promises
Series: Sater’s Creek Series #1
Author: Megs Pritchard
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 25, 2019

 

Andrew Buchanan had been keeping a secret, one he kept from his family until he was on his deathbed. Now the responsibility of telling his other family that he’d gone was left to Nick. So Nick traveled to America, unsure of what to expect but hopeful for the future. Enter his half-brother Chase, who was so angry and filled with hatred he wanted nothing to do with Nick and left him in no doubt of his feelings on the matter. 

 

The only ray of sunshine was Chase’s closet friend, Brad. Nick was instantly drawn to him, but given how things were with Chase he was firmly on the ‘don’t touch’ list. Brad was hooked the moment he saw Nick but had to put those feelings aside to try and help him win over his new family.
Spending time with Nick, only made Brad want him more, a feeling he was sure Nick returned. However, he couldn’t give in to the temptation because he knew it would ruin his friendship with Chase.
Their attraction, however, couldn’t be denied and one day the inevitable happened, Nick and Brad crossed a line they both swore they wouldn’t. Could their relationship survive, or would distance and loyalties pull them apart?

 

The wind buffeted the car, rocking it gently and causing the trees lining the driveway to sway. Nick sat, feeling the car rock, and sighed. He leaned his elbow on the window and rested his chin in his hand, seeing but not. His mind was elsewhere.

 

He sat, staring at the house. A beautiful, sprawling, ranch-style home, painted a pale yellow with white trim. He’d parked further down the driveway than necessary so he could check the place out. A winding path led from the driveway to the front door, with flowerbeds along it. Trees lined the land around the house and the attached two-car garage. It looked warm and inviting, yet Nick struggled to leave the safety of the car.

 

It had taken him thirty minutes to get here from his hotel. A drive fraught with nerves, but he’d made it. He’d liked the area too. Sater’s Creek was a nice place to live, and under different circumstances, he would love to come again, but that all depended on what happened next.

 

 

He’d been sitting there for ten minutes, trying to find the courage to open the car door and get out. Ten minutes trying to pluck up the courage to approach the house and knock on the door. To introduce himself to the occupants within. He couldn’t find the words, they eluded him, but he needed to if he were to do what he’d said he would.

 

 

He’d made a promise, given his word, but now that he was here, he wasn’t sure if he could follow through. Broken promises, words whispered, then scattered in the breeze. They had led him here to this place. A place he hadn’t known existed mere weeks ago. A place none of them had known about.

 

 

It should be him and his brother facing this together, but his sister-in-law was due to give birth to their first child any day now, and Danny couldn’t leave, not that Nick would have wanted him to. Danny needed to be with his wife.

 

 

And so he sat, staring at a house that held a future he knew nothing about. A future with people he didn’t know. People he should have known for almost all his life but was now about to meet for the first time. Nick tried to see it from their point of view but sadly failed.

 

 

Everything was different now, his plans altered. He’d suffered recently. The last six months had been difficult to overcome, difficult to comprehend what he’d experienced and how he had dealt with it. The devastating loss and the utter loneliness that followed. Even though his brother had been with him, the pain shared, he was still alone.

 

 

And now he was here, following the words whispered in the quietness of that room.

 

 

He dropped his head into his hands, closing his eyes. He was tired, bone-tired. His shoulders slumped with the weight they carried. The suffering, the pain, the loss. He wasn’t sure if he could ever walk upright again.

 

 

Breathing deeply, Nick lifted his head and blinked his eyes, staring out of the car window. Looking at the house, he knew he couldn’t stay in the car. He’d given his word, and he intended to keep it.

 

 

He opened the door and stood, slamming it shut behind him. He took a breath in, holding it, and closed his eyes. The wind moved over and through him. Cleansing him, or so it felt, but Nick didn’t know if he would ever truly feel clean again. That smell, one he’d smelled for months followed him everywhere, even here, thousands of miles away.

 

 

Releasing his breath, Nick walked towards the front door, wiping his suddenly clammy hands on his jeans. His heart hammered in his chest, so fast and loud, he was sure everyone around him would hear it. The safety of the car behind called him, and Nick fought the urge to stop, turn around, and walk away, but deep down, he knew he couldn’t, and so he continued, putting one foot in front of the other.

 

 

When he reached the door, he paused, staring at the yellow door. He had to do this. He’d made a promise, and he wouldn’t break it. Swallowing, he lifted his hand, staring at his clenched fist, and lowered it to his side. The door looked clean, pure. Nick didn’t know if he should soil it.

 

 

He leaned forward, resting his head on it, closing his eyes. His heart threatened to burst free from his chest, and his hands went clammy once again. He swallowed hard, opened his eyes and knocked on the door before he could stop himself. He’d come too far to turn away.

 

 

Pushing away from the door, Nick waited for someone to answer, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth, trying to calm his racing heart, his turbulent stomach. He didn’t have to wait long.

 

 

The door opened, and a man stood there, frowning. Older than Nick but not by much.

 

 

“Hello. Can I help you?”

 

 

Nick swallowed and cleared his throat. “Chase? Chase Buchanan? Son of Andrew Buchanan?”

 

 

The frown deepened as the man looked Nick over. “Who’s asking?”

 

 

Nick swallowed again and took a deep breath before answering, “My name’s Nick, and I’m your brother.”

 

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Megs Pritchard lives in England and is a mother to two small boys who drive her crazy! When she isn’t working or being mummy, tearing her hair out or drowning her sorrows in alcohol, she is busy writing about complex characters that know the harsh realities of life but want a HEA.

 

Megs writes both contemporary and paranormal romance and is working on two new series for 2019: a paranormal shifter series, Salutem, and a contemp series, Sater’s creek. She might also be dipping her big fat toe into the m/f paranormal too!
Growing up in a military family, Megs has travelled Europe and has a great deal of respect and gratitude for all the men and women who have and who still serve. Her dream job was to be a Bomb Disposal Expert and even had her own ‘kit’ when she was younger, which her dad took away from her one day because he didn’t like tripping over the floss she was using as her trip wire. She thought it was a good idea. He may have also taken away her cricket bat too which she was using for Self-defence!

 

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RELEASE TOUR ~ Title: Queen’s Blood Claim, Series: Bonds of Damurios #3, Author: Nicki Ruth, Genre: Paranormal Romance, Release Date: February 26, 2019

Title: Queen’s Blood Claim
Series: Bonds of Damurios #3
Author: Nicki Ruth
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 26, 2019
She was born to rule, but her heart seeks to rule her
Blood, scheming, murder— it’s all vampires know and do so well. But Davina is their new Queen. She’ll be damned if her reign is defined by how many are killed. The only thing is, her biggest champion and love, Alexios, is still as ruthless as ever. When past guilt leads her to make an impulsive decision that unleashes vengeance and fury on her, she wonders if she’s cut out to rule these bloodthirsty vampires. And most importantly, whether her burgeoning relationship with Alexios will survive?
 
If protecting her means getting blood on his hands, so be it
There’s not a day that goes by that Alexios doesn’t burn to have Davina all to himself. But her royal court schemes against her, and a band of humans plot vampire genocide. He’s eager to snap some necks, but Davina rebukes his methods. He’ll fight not only for her throne but for her love. But with the royal divide between them pulling her further away from his grasp, can he finally win his heart’s desire?

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Nicki Ruth is an indie author and romantic at heart who loves a bit of history, a splash of adventure, and all things paranormal. She enjoys stories about vampires, werewolves, and other shifters, with a healthy dose of romance. Her first book, Dark Blooded Desires, started as a dream and ended as a dream come true. She is currently writing on her balcony that overlooks a parking lot.

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RELEASE TOUR ~ Title: Rise of the Phoenix, Series: Phoenix Skulls MC – Book 1, Author: Jessie Cooke, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: February 18, 2019

Title: Rise of the Phoenix
Series: Phoenix Skulls MC – Book 1
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2019
Jace Bell, a nomad for the Skulls, and Beck Golden, his new old lady, moved to Phoenix with high hopes.
Jace had been handpicked to run the new chapter of the Skulls by the presidents of both the Westside and Southside chapters.
Wolf Lee and Dax Marshall made sure the club had the land to build on and the support they needed to move forward.
It all felt almost surreal to Jace who had moved his entire life from the East Coast to the West in order to take the job.
His life had never been easy and suddenly he had everything he’d ever dreamed of…but only for a fleeting moment.
When befriending an older Native American couple introduces the club to their twenty-two year old son, Tommy, bizarre things begin to happen.
At first Jace and Beck believe it’s all a ploy by Tommy to get them off land Tommy believes they don’t belong on.
But then bodies begin to turn up and Jace has to dig deeper, unearthing, along with the bodies, a twisted tale of murder, lies and family dysfunction that runs much more than skin deep.
The future of the club is up in the air and nobody knows where the killer will strike next.
Will Jace and Beck cave underneath all the pressure, or can this odd couple and their misfit crew rise from the ashes and begin again?
Book 1 in the Phoenix Skulls MC Series. 
This is a Standalone Romance Novel but characters from this story, will appear in future books in the series. 
HEA and No cliffhanger. 
Intended for Mature Readers.
 
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The Phoenix Skulls MC Series is about members of the MC club, their friends and associates. 
Each story, while focused around one main character, is not necessarily about a Phoenix Skulls club member, but the story is related to Skulls members and the club.

Phoenix Skulls – Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter One


“Yazhi, where have you been? We closed up half an hour ago. Why do you have blood splattered on your hands?” Ajei was looking at the spots of blood that dotted her son’s big, brown hands. When she looked back up at his face, he was looking down at them, with a look as surprised as hers had been.


He frowned and after a minute he said, “I hit a rabbit. It darted out in front of me. I didn’t realize the blood had splashed up so far.” He was still frowning when he said, “I’m not going with you today, anyway. I thought I was clear about that.”


“Yazhi…”


“Mom, please! Stop talking to me like I’m a child! And stop calling me ‘Little One!’ I’ve been taller than you since I was thirteen. I’m a grown man, Mother, look at me. I’m twenty-two years old. I’ve told you and Father both that I’m not going to greet these bikers like they’re welcome here.” She had the feeling his indignation was an effort to hide something else, but she wasn’t sure what. He’d disappeared most of the afternoon and she wondered where he’d gone.


“Tommy,” she said, softening her voice even more. “We’ve talked about this so many times, and the tribal council has even tried to be reasonable with you. That land has not belonged to us for decades…almost one hundred years. They bought the land from a developer who bought it from the government. We can at least feel better about them being there, knowing this developer isn’t going to put up a strip mall or something that will draw in a big residential crowd.”


“Nobody should put up anything on it. Ama Sani is probably wandering the hills at night, weeping.”


She sighed and reached out to touch him. He took a step back and gave her a defiant look. “Tommy, you know I loved your great-grandmother, but by the time you were old enough to know her, she no longer lived in the real world.” Tommy’s great-grandmother, Ajei’s grandmother, had Alzheimer’s. She was diagnosed right after Tommy’s birth but lived another twenty years. Tommy loved her dearly and he’d grown up hanging on her every word.


“She lived in our world. She was the only one who remembered how it was, and how it should still be.”


“Tommy…”


He threw his hands up and left the room. His mother sat and looked after him, sadly. She was still sitting there, lost in her thoughts about her son, when her husband Tse walked in. He knew as soon as he saw her that something was wrong.


“What’s wrong, My Heart?” My Heart was what her name meant in English and Tse meant Rock. The couple had called each other by their English names since they met as young adults. They had been together now for thirty-five years, since Ajei was seventeen and Rock eighteen. Tommy was a late-in-life child. The couple had been together and on the road traveling, Rock on the old Indian bike he wouldn’t give up, and Ajei on her Harley, for thirteen years by that time. Rock had modified her bike to make it possible. Ajei had been the one unsure of raising him that way, on the road around the kind of people they spent their time with. They had been involved in some things back then that as an old woman, Ajei wasn’t exactly proud of either. But, you do what you need to in order to survive. Old age had at least taught her that much.


Ultimately back then, however, she had given into her fears and her family’s pressure to leave him behind and let them raise him. Tommy lived with Ajei’s aunt Lena and her two children, who were quite a bit older than him. But their culture truly believed that it takes a village, so ultimately he was raised by a gaggle of relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles, great-grandparents…all wonderful, warm people who loved him…and Ajei and Rock were home as often as they could be. Ajei tried hard to bond with her son, but sometimes Tommy’s dark eyes seemed to seethe with anger or resentment when he looked at his parents. Rock always told her that she worried too much. Ajei hoped that now, since they were all together, they could finally begin to heal old wounds. But now she had to worry about how Tommy had attached himself to the old stories and legends his demented great-grandmother had told him as a boy, and it was leading him toward trouble.


“I’m just worried about our son,” she said, “and this idea that he’s doing something just for our people by not welcoming our new neighbors.” The idea of having a motorcycle club just to the north of where Ajei and Rock ran their small grocery and hardware store had thrilled them both at first. Rock was a nomad for a club out of Tempe for over twenty years and Ajei had ridden alongside him all that time. When they first met as teenagers, Rock drove an old Indian motorcycle he had bought and fixed up himself. Over the years he’d upgraded many times but he was never willing to trade in the Indian for a Harley. Ajei’s first motorcycle was a used Harley that they bought together after they eloped and Rock taught her how to ride. Tommy didn’t come along until thirteen years later and by that time Rock and Ajei were doing long runs for the club, and it was the only life they knew.


That was where Ajei feared, now, they had begun to make mistakes with Tommy, and she had prayed five years earlier that coming home at last would mend what was broken between them all for so long. The club in Tempe, the Tarantulas, had just run its course after almost fifty years in business. Most of the members were either too old to ride, or just tired, and when it broke up, Ajei and Rock came home to Phoenix for the last time. Rock’s uncle owned the little store and he was past ready to retire. Rock and Ajei bought him out and although that went well, Ajei’s hopes for bonding with her son were dashed by the fact that Tommy chose to go to college in California. They were separated by miles for another four years while he completed his degree. The day he graduated with honors was one of the proudest of Ajei’s life and when he chose to live at the store rather than go back with his aunt, it gave her hope that he was finally ready to try to get to know his parents and they him. But so far, that wasn’t going as planned either. He was so obsessed with the land and the old tall tales her grandmother told him. Tommy, in Ajei’s opinion, was a bright, wonderful boy, but in her mind, not yet a man.


“Give him some time,” Rock said. He always did his best to be impartial while giving his wife as much hope as possible. “He’ll see that they don’t mean us, or the land, any harm soon enough and come around. You know telling him things has never worked. Our boy has always been one that had to see things for himself.”


Ajei smiled at her husband. At fifty-three years old, he was still the handsomest man she knew. She was so glad that their son took after him. Rock stood over six foot tall and had broad shoulders and muscles that came mostly from riding that Indian motorcycle he loved so much. He wore his black hair short now, and sometimes Ajei missed the days when it used to touch his shoulders the way Tommy’s did now. His skin was the color of coffee just lightened slightly with milk and his eyes were as dark as his hair, but they shone when he laughed or smiled, which he did often. The crow’s feet around his eyes spoke to that, but Ajei loved them, just as she loved every other part of her handsome husband. “I’m sure you’re right. I can’t help but worry. He reminded me again today that he was a grown man.”


Rock chuckled and said, “And when he’s forty, we’ll both believe him. Until then, it might be easier to pretend. Are you ready to go? Our neighbors are expecting us.”


Ajei nodded and began to gather up the things she was taking to welcome their new neighbors. She and Rock lived in the “real” world, but that didn’t mean they had completely forgotten where they came from and the things they had learned as children. Ajei had weaved a blanket for each of the three newcomers and she had baked homemade bread and gathered two baskets of vegetables from her garden out back. She handed the basket to Rock as they locked up the store and headed for their bikes. Rock covered the basket with a cloth and strapped it onto the back of his Indian before helping Ajei batten down the heavy blankets she’d made. When they had the gifts ready, they both tied their bandannas over their hair and started up their bikes. Ajei looked up toward the window in the small apartment above the store where Tommy lived now. She saw him looking down at them, smiled, and waved. Tommy dropped the curtain and she felt a pain in her heart. Her one wish before the Holy People took her from the earth was that she and her son would come to understand each other.


********


The young bikers were expecting them, and came out to greet them when they drove in. They were living in the only house that had already been standing on the property they bought. It was built years before, by hand, by another idealistic young Navajo man. He’d squatted on the then government-owned property for years, claiming that it was his by “birthright.” Eventually he was forced off the land at the end of a dozen guns the government had sent to evict him. He left kicking and screaming, chanting crazy things, and he was locked up in a psychiatric facility in the city. Ajei never heard anything else about him after that, but she prayed almost daily that her son would never take his misguided mission so far that it drove him mad.


Rock and Ajei stopped their bikes and she slipped the bandanna off her long, gray hair before sliding off the Harley. Rock told her she was still as beautiful as the day he met her, but some days she was slightly envious of the way he seemed to age better than her. He still didn’t have a touch of gray in his hair, and in hers there was barely a touch left of the dark brown it used to be. Her crow’s feet weren’t as “distinguished” as his, in her mind anyway, and her high cheekbones seemed to get lower every time she looked in the mirror and watched as gravity took possession of her skin. But she tried not to dwell too much on aging. If the truth be told, had she died that very moment, the only regrets she had would be the ones she had about her relationship with Tommy.


The couple came toward them. The man was big, taller than Rock and slightly broader in the arms and chest. His eyes were dark and his face scarred. Ajei noticed the thick scar just above his collar right away and she felt a chill run through her as she felt his suffering. Ajei didn’t fancy herself as a psychic or seer, or whatever people were calling it these days. She’d just always thought of herself as an empath; she deeply felt the pain of others sometimes.


The big man had his arm around a woman, whose light blue eyes were the crowning glory of her beautiful face. Wild blonde curls framed her delicate face, but those eyes, and the lean muscles in her arms and legs that rippled as she walked in her boots, told a story that her pretty face might otherwise hide. “I’m Rock, and this is My Heart,” Ajei’s husband said. “Welcome to Phoenix. We’re looking forward to having you as our new neighbors.” The big man shook Rock’s hand and said:


“Thank you. I’m Jace and this is Rebekah.”


“Beck,” the pretty woman said, offering her hand to Ajei.


“And you don’t have to call me My Heart,” Ajei said with a smile. “I’m Ajei and it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”


“Please, come inside,” Beck offered. Ajei and Rock gathered their gifts and followed Beck and Jace inside the little house. They’d only been there for a week, but it already had a warm, comfortable feel to it. Ajei told them so and Beck laughed and said, “I grew up in Phoenix. My mother and grandmother still live about twenty miles from here. They came and decorated the house before we even got here last week. Probably because they knew I’d just toss down some sleeping bags and eat takeout if it was up to me. Please, have a seat.”


The four of them sat and Rock presented them with the gifts they’d brought. Jace and Beck both seemed genuinely grateful, and Beck seemed particularly happy with the blankets. She set the third one aside and said, “Finn is out right now but when he gets back I’ll make sure he gets that.”


“Finn,” Ajei said. “That’s an interesting name.”


“He’s Irish,” Beck told her. “He’s only been in the US for about a year. He’s young and he has a lot to learn, but I think he’s a good kid, at heart.” Ajei could see in Beck’s eyes that she still had questions about the young Irishman. It wasn’t her business however, so she moved on.


“Our son is the same,” she said. “I wish he could have come with us today. He keeps himself busy with his projects. He just recently graduated from college and hasn’t found a permanent job yet, but he never stops doing his own research.”


“What kind of research does he do?” Beck asked.


“He’s got a degree in environmental services,” Rock answered. “He’s interested in anything to do with the land and the indigenous plants and animals. Sometimes I think he should have gone for a degree in Native American studies instead. He has a lot of interest in our culture and history.” Ajei smiled. Her husband explained their son’s “obsession” much more diplomatically than she could. She opened her mouth to ask Beck if they had any children but was interrupted by the sound of a man’s voice, calling out for Jace. It was coming from outside, around the back of the house. The four of them jumped up and Ajei saw Rebekah grab a gun off the top of the refrigerator as they ran outside. Jace stopped first and Beck nearly ran into him before she came to a dead stop as well. Rock stood on the other side of Jace, looking at what had stopped them all in their tracks. Ajei saw it, and the young, heavily tattooed man with the long hair standing next to it, and then she turned to look at her husband. Rock wasn’t looking at her. Maybe that was good. Maybe if he looked at her she wouldn’t be able to hide the fear in her eyes or the fact that her heart was slamming into her rib cage. She sucked in a shaky breath and looked back in the direction the rest of them were still staring in.


“What the fuck is that?” Beck said, appalled, with good reason.


No one said anything for a long time. Rock still wouldn’t look at his wife. They all stared at the big tan-and-white jackrabbit…or what was left of him. It was simply a carcass, without a head, and the four feet had been nailed to a post behind the house. Written in what looked like blood above it were the words, “Go Away!”


Ajei couldn’t see anything inside of her head at that moment other than the bloody fingers of her son. She was looking down at her own hands and she felt like she could see blood on them too. Rock finally glanced over at her and when she felt his eyes on her face, she looked up. She could see the worry pouring out of his dark eyes. She wanted to deny that her son did this. She couldn’t imagine Tommy killing any animal just for sport, much less mutilating it. But sadly, she had to admit if only to herself that since he’d come home from college, it seemed there were a lot of things about her son she didn’t know. She opened her mouth, ready to tell their new neighbors that she might know who did this and that she would take care of it, when Beck, clutching her gun tightly at her side and speaking through clenched teeth, said, “When I finish with the motherfucker who did this, that rabbit’s going to look like the lucky one.”
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 ~ Saxon’s Soul by Laylah Roberts, Release Date: February 12

Saxon’s Soul

by Laylah Roberts

Release Date: February 12

Available now – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KKC13J7/

“So let me get this straight. I work with Renard as a pastry chef and you’ll let me have the boys with me or find some babysitting help and you’ll give me a place to live?”

“That’s right.”

“And that’s it?”

“Oh, no, there’s more.”

“That’s what I thought.” A cynical look crossed her face.

“You’ll also have to agree to my protection while you live there.”

She frowned. “What?”

“You’ll be living under my roof, working for me, therefore you’ll be under my care. My protection. My rules.”

That wary look returned. “And what are your rules?”

“Cynicism in one so young is hard to see.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that young. I had to grow up quickly. And I have to protect my boys.”

“I would never harm a child. Ever.” The words were low, without heat but filled with steel.

Her shoulders relaxed at his words.

“You really know how to hit at a man’s ego.”

“Your ego can take it.”

“Well, yes. But I’m not an ordinary man.”

“No. That’s something we can agree on.”

Buy Link – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KKC13J7/

Many believed he didn’t possess a heart.

Not true. It was just hidden beneath a layer of protection so deep no one would ever penetrate it. Until her. Aspen. Sweet. Innocent. Beautiful. And not the woman for him. Despite his reputation, Joel Saxon wasn’t in the habit of corrupting innocents. Especially when she had no clue about the dark desires he possessed. Of how much control he would want over her life. Of what he would demand, possess, claim… If she was his. Aspen had been kicked down so many times, she wondered how she found the energy to get back up. The only light in her life were her little boys. They kept her going. They were all she had time for. All she needed or wanted … So then why couldn’t she get the enigmatic, sexy, dominant Saxon out of her mind? Why did she wake in the middle of the night with dreams of him touching her, taking her… Loving her. Impossible.

Buy Link – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KKC13J7/

Laylah Roberts grew up in rural New Zealand. She worked her way through several libraries, devouring romance books. She finally worked up the courage to write her own story and she’s never looked back. She loves dominant, Alpha men who meet their match in her strong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s busy running after her young daughter and trying to tame her never-ending pile of laundry.

You can find her here:

Twitter: @laylahR

 

RELEASE TOUR ~ Title: Envy, Series: Sins of Seven – Book Six, Author: Dani René, Genre: Romantic Suspense, Release Date: February 8, 2019

Title: Envy
Series: Sins of Seven – Book Six
Author: Dani René
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 8, 2019
Seven Sins had nothing for me anymore.
That is until she walked in.
Eliana doesn’t remember me, she wouldn’t.
Taken from me years ago, I had no choice but to say goodbye.
It’s time to right the wrongs of the past.
But there are secrets woven into our lives that will soon spill over.
I’d always envied my brother. We were always at war.
But now it’s time to ask for his help.
To put our differences aside and save the girl I love.

 

“The sixth novel in the Sins of Seven series, Envy, is dark, edgy, sinfully seductive, and totally twisted. Author Dani Rene writes an intricate story infused with mystery and suspense meant to keep you guessing.” – Goodreads Reviewer

“A dark, suspenseful read….with plenty of heat.. this is the disturbing story of Eliana and Asher who are set on a path of revenge and destruction..” – Goodreads Reviewer

“Oh my gosh!! I don’t know how to put my thoughts into words but this is definitely my most favorite book of this series. It is everything and more!” – Goodreads Reviewer

Dani is an international bestselling author of a mix of various 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. 


Dani lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, and is a proud member of the Romance Writer’s Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.


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RELEASE TOUR ~Title: Redemption, Series: Youngblood Series #1, Author: Monique Orgeron, Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense, Release Date: January 24, 2019

Title: Redemption
Series: Youngblood Series #1
Author: Monique Orgeron
Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense
Release Date: January 24, 2019
Is there a road to redemption?
Her coming into my life was a miracle. She saved me. But she also came in like rolling thunder to my lightning strikes.
Opinionated, aggressive, argumentative, and fuck did it make me react. She is the first woman to ever call me on my bullshit. Causing my blood to boil like no other.

The problem is, she sees right through me. I’m a bad man with no redeeming qualities or is that true?

I might not be who she wants, but I can be the only man she will ever need, and she is the only one that can penetrate my blackened heart.

The price is high but with her, I get not one but two hearts that will be solely mine.

Fire and ice!
Freedom is all I wanted and what I got were surprises.

All wrapped up in a man that was everything I hated.

Life was supposed to be simple.

Stick to the plan, that’s all I had to do and then he came in tempting me and pushing my buttons.

So why did I let him get under my skin, in my thoughts, and in my bed?

There is too much to risk but what a delicious risk it would be.

Is it possible to love someone you hate?

TEDDY

 

Walking into the emergency room, I survey the place looking for Ashlyn, but I don’t see her anywhere. Strolling up to the nurses’ station, I find a cute nurse eyeing me up and down. If I had more time, I would probably eye fuck her back, but I’m on a mission.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find Doctor Ashlyn Martin.”
Disappointment falls on her face. “It’s her break. I believe she’s in the cafeteria right now.”
“Which is where?”
She points the way, making sure she stretches out over me to get a touch. Yeah, this girl would be easy to take to some linen closet. 
“Thank you.”
Ignoring my cock, I follow the path the nurse pointed to. When I come across the glass walls to the cafeteria, I see Ashlyn sitting down with another doctor; a male doctor. He’s not bad looking either. I wonder if he’s the reason she shows no interest in me? It has to be. It would be a reasonable explanation. She’s either interested in someone else or they’re already an item. It at least helps my ego to think they are. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like me.
Walking up to them, she sees me before I get to the table. Her face is one of shock.
“Teddy?”
“Hey, Doc.”
The guy turns around and stands, “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Timothy Breaux.”
“Nice to meet you, Tim.”
“It’s actually Timothy.”
Ignoring him, I sit at the table. “Doc, why didn’t you ever mention Tim to me?”
Tim looks at me and asks, “And you are?”
“Teddy Trahan.”
“And who are you to Ashlyn?” he questions.
“A friend of the family.” Looking at Ashlyn, I wait for a reaction. I can’t classify her as a friend because let’s face it, she hates me. But she can’t deny I’m a friend of the family. She works for all of us now.
I slap Tim’s back. “I’m also her neighbor. So how long have you two been seeing each other?”
Ashlyn jumps and practically shouts, “We’re not!”
Tim laughs and says, “No Ted, Ashlyn here hasn’t agreed to go out with me, yet. But I might be wearing her down.”

 

 
Did this asshole just call me Ted? I tighten my grip on his shoulder. I hated being called Theodore Jr. and I hate being called Ted. My mother called me Teddy and that’s what this motherfucker will use unless I choose to make him say Mr. Trahan. I start squeezing tighter, causing him pain, until Ashlyn says, 

 

 

 

“Timothy, his name is Teddy.”
Clearing his throat he apologizes, “Sorry, sorry, Man.”
“It’s alright, Tim.” I slap his back again, lightening the mood. 
Staring at Ashlyn, I ask Tim, “Where do you plan to take Ashlyn if she says yes to your date?”
“Why? No offense, but I don’t see how it’s any of your concern.”
Now I turn towards him and say, 
“Afraid the family is very protective of her. You know her daddy would have a fit if we didn’t protect her to the best of our ability. You should remember that if she says yes.”
“Yes well, I’m sure Dr. Martin wouldn’t have a problem with it. Afterall, he is the one who introduced us. In fact, he has already given me his blessing to ask her out.”

 

“His blessing? Oh, you’re one of those guys.” I give him a half-cocked smile. “I’ve never needed a daddy’s blessing.”

 

 

 

He stands abruptly. “Ashlyn, I think I will give you and your neighbor some time to talk but I’ll be right over there if you need anything.”
He kisses her cheek and walks away.
I’m staring at her, waiting for the explosion.
“I gotta say, the man doesn’t intimidate easily.”
“You son of a…”
“Watch it Ashlyn, there are some things I don’t take kindly to being called.”
Grinding through her teeth, she asks, “Why. Are. You. Here?!”
Giving her my best charming smile, I point out the obvious, “I came for my apology.”
“Apology?!…For what?!”
“My eye, Doc.”
“I am not apologizing to you, again. It was an accident and you know it. You should be the one apologizing to me for rubbing your penis all over me.”
I lean in closer, “Doc, why would I apologize for rubbing my hard cock on you? We both know you liked it. I can still hear the sound of your whimper. If you would have let me, I could have given you so much more and dragged so many more beautiful sounds out of you.”
“Enough! Why are you like this? I didn’t enjoy anything you did, or will I ever like anything you could do.”
“You did! And you have no idea what I could do. I guarantee it would be so much better than anything Tim could do.”
“You’re ridiculous and insane. First of all, I will never know and secondly Timothy is not like that, he’s a gentleman.”
“Too bad. You need a man that’s not a gentleman.”
“Oh, I bet. Someone like you, right?”
“Bet? What an interesting word. How about I prove to you that Tim is not a gentleman.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Tim just wants between your legs.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
Her words cause me to laugh out loud. “Well I hope for you, you’re right.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going out with him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not interested.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Hmm.”
“Why does that surprise you?”
“Because you’re not interested in me.”
“Oh my God! You think just because I’m not interested in you, that means I have to be interested in someone else?”
“Well yes. So, if not him, then who?”
“No one. Not Tim and definitely not you.”
“I’m going to figure it out, Doc. But for now, you have to go out with Tim.”
“I will not!”
“Yes, you will. We have a bet. And besides, I dare you to.”
“You dare me?”
“Yep! Come one Doc, I have to see if I was right and who knows, you might get lucky. Which means you might be nicer. Win, win for the both of us.”
“I hate you.”
She crosses her arms, looking defiant but I can tell she is thinking it over. She gives up her tantrum and asks, “What’s the bet?”
“If I win, you have to apologize with flowers, the whole nine yards and you have to admit that you liked my cock between your legs.”
“And If I win?”
“I will do whatever you want.”
She stares at me with daggers in her eyes, fuming like a dragon. I’m waiting any second for her to call my bluff, but she does the opposite.
She yells across the cafeteria, “Timothy!”
Turning, I see him looking over surprised.
“You can take me out this weekend.”
Timothy is happily smiling to an open room with his hand waving back to us. I give a little wave back at the idiot smiling. Oh Timothy, the fucker is going to make my year. 
I’m feeling triumphant until I turn around and see Ashlyn’s fake smile. Suddenly I feel… feel…fuck, how do I feel?

 

Written by Monique Orgeron’s eldest, most beautiful, and intelligent daughter. (My sister is going to hate this part.)

My mom happens to be the most caring, loving, and stubborn person I know, well anyone knows. She gives 100% percent of herself to everyone and has given up so much of herself for my sister and I. For twenty-one years she has poured her heart and soul into making sure we know that we are loved and that we can do anything we put our minds too, but it was about time she figured that out about herself. 
 
Up until this year I hadn’t seen my mom do anything for only her, but this book has allowed her to travel the world through the pages of a book, make new friends, and feel the joy of doing something exciting. 
 
There is a new light behind her eyes and it is just making me feel more joy than she can ever imagine. While she might be annoying most of the time, I am so thrilled that she is finally allowing herself to grow as a person and not spend all of her energy on her family. 
 
It has been a long journey of self-discovery for my mom; she has gone from domestic supermom to domestic goddess throughout the process of writing. 
 
We are so very excited and proud of you! I love you as big as the world.
 
-Bria and Tony

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