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Release Blitz: “You Had Me at Hockey” By Author Kelly Jamison, #SportsRomance is #AvailableNow ~ #KellyJamisonAuthor #SocialButterflyPR

Can a spirited, down-to-earth influencer get an uptight hockey player out of his shell?

You Had Me at Hockey, an all-new sexy sports romance from USA Today bestselling author Kelly Jamieson is available now!

I am a warrior. That’s been my motto since I recovered from a near-death accident when I was younger. Now I enjoy my nice, settled life in Dallas playing pro hockey—a boring life is better than being dead. I’m not a party guy or an adventurer; I like my routine and peace and quiet. So being traded to New York is the worst possible change that could happen. And meeting unfiltered and fascinating Sara Carrington throws my life into even more chaos.

I’ve been considered weird my whole life, which is why I’m still a virgin, but I’ve turned it into a career with my YouTube videos. Who knew people would love watching me talk about my zits, taste-test meatless burgers, and try to learn TikTok dances! Now I’m launching a podcast. Getting hockey star Josh Heller as a guest will help gain listeners for sure. I expect a bearded jock with no teeth and nothing to say, but I get a hot as H-E-double-hockey-sticks grouch with a surprisingly dirty mind. My mission to make him laugh is successful, but I want to know why he’s so uptight underneath that panty-dropping smile. Maybe I can teach Josh to have some fun . . . and maybe he can teach me a thing or two along the way. . .

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Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over fifty romance novels and novellas. She writes the kind of books she loves to read–sexy romance with heat, humor and emotion. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white) and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey. She is the author of the popular Heller Brothers Hockey series, Aces Hockey series, and the Rule of Three trilogy.

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Release Blitz: “Fighter’s Heart” Series: Crowne MMA Romance #1, By Author: A. Rivers, Genre: Sports Romance, Release Date: December 7, 2020, #AvailableNow ~ #ARiversAuthor @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Fighter’s Heart
Series: Crowne MMA Romance #1
Author: A. Rivers
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: December 7, 2020
I never meant to become the go-to P.R. girl for the biggest jerks in professional sports.
Unfortunately, I built a reputation for turning douchebags into superstars, and now I’m stuck.
When I’m assigned to work with a guy accused of hitting his girlfriend, enough is enough.
I know all about men like Jase ‘The Wrangler’ Rawlins, and I have the emotional scars to prove it.
Mouthy, conceited, and hot as f*ck, he’s used to getting his way.
I want nothing to do with him, but my boss makes an offer I can’t refuse.
My dreams are finally within reach, and the more I get to know Jase, the more I wonder if I’ve gotten him completely wrong.
He may be bossy and infuriating, but he’s hiding a heart as massive as his ego.
Can I let go of the past and trust the feelings growing between us when my career is on the line?
Trouble is nothing new for an MMA bad boy like me, but this time I’m in too deep and can’t get out.
At least, not without help.
That’s where Lena LaFontaine comes in.
All buttoned-up blouses and ass-hugging skirts, she’s a distraction I don’t need, but she’s also the only one who can make my problems go away.
She wants to hate me. I’m not going to let that happen.
I never expect the way I ache to taste her pouty lips and claim her for my own.
My life is on the verge of imploding, and when it does, I’m not sure if I’ll emerge as a champion or be imprisoned for a crime I didn’t commit.
I won’t drag her down with me, but when push comes to shove, I don’t know if I can give her up, either.
Fighter’s Heart is a standalone MMA romance with a cocky alpha hero and a sassy heroine who knows how to keep him in check. It has a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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All the frustration I’ve worked off over the past two hours comes flooding back at the sight of Lena—furious expression, sassy walk, and all. Her cheeks are flushed with anger and her eyes may as well be shooting laser beams straight at me. Her lips move, but I don’t hear the words. My blood has redirected from my big head to my generously proportioned smaller one. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad.
She thumps me in the chest, and I scarcely notice. Her fists are tiny. She could probably punch me in the nose and not even crack the bone. Her eyes narrow, and she gets up in my face—a hard ask when she’s several inches shorter than me.
“Do you think this is funny?” she asks, jabbing me in the chest with her free hand. I glance down and see she’s holding a magazine. With a sinking sensation, I take it from her and hold it up so I can see the cover. It’s a photograph from yesterday, of me standing over Erin like a brute. The headline screams at me, and I show Gabe, then shove the magazine into Lena’s hands, sick to my stomach. I won’t read it. I already know it’s full of vitriolic bullshit, and I don’t even blame the reporter for spouting it. I handed the media a gold mine by going after Erin. I’ve made her the poster child for standing up in the face of domestic abuse, with me cast in the role of monster.
Jesus. Fuck. 
Lena was right all along. This is serious.
“There are others,” she says, in case I’m holding out any hope that the story has been picked up by a lone tabloid. Closing my eyes, I mutter a stream of curses, growing more creative with each one.
“Hey, brother.” Gabe claps me on the shoulder, which nearly knocks me over since his forearms are covered by heavy kick pads. “You can get past this.” He turns to Lena. “You can fix this, right? That’s what he hired you for?”
Lena releases a long, slow breath. I can sense her hesitation, and it fuels a desperation deep within me. I worked fucking hard to get to where I am. It’s not possible that a selfish girl with a taste for the spotlight could take it away so easily, is it?
“Please.” I grab her free hand between both of mine even though she has a perfect manicure and my gloves are soaked with sweat and completely disgusting. “You’ve gotta try.”
She stares at me, some of her hostility fading, and nibbles on her lower lip. Finally, an excruciatingly long moment later, she says, “You just made my job so much more difficult. I hope you understand that.”
“I do.”
“Trust me, Lena,” Gabe adds. “He may come across as a douche, but he’s not a stupid one. He knows he fucked up.” He shucks his pads and stands shoulder to shoulder with me, the both of us facing her down. This doesn’t seem to intimidate her as it might others. It fires her up. She flicks her sexy red hair over her shoulder and gives us a single, firm nod.
“Well, okay then. Glad we know where we stand.” There’s a brief moment when I think she’s going to move on without rubbing salt in the wound. Then the moment passes. “For the record, I’ve met mushrooms with more forethought than you.”
Should have known she wouldn’t let me off so easily. I suppose if she wants to compare me to fungi, at least it’s a tasty one.
“If we’re going to do this, you need to be a whole lot more open with me. I want no-holds-barred access to your life, Jase. I ask a question, you answer it immediately and truthfully. I make a suggestion, you do everything within your power to make it happen. If you want to climb out of this hole you’ve dug, I need your complete and total commitment. Think you can manage that, fighter boy?”
“That’s fighter man to you.” I can’t resist needling her, and her face screws up the way I knew it would. “But yeah, I’ll do what you say and I’ll accept any help I can get.”
“Good.” Her lips purse, and she seems to have run out of steam. I can see her mentally switching from bulldozer mode to thinking mode, calculating our next steps, figuring out how to get ahead of this, and for the first time, I feel like maybe she’s on my side. Maybe she’s actually invested in me.
The next question out of her mouth is one I don’t see coming. “Is there any truth to Erin’s story?”
“No,” Gabe and I answer at the same time.
“Okay,” she nods, accepting our reply at face value, and I can still see the information running through her mind and being processed. She has a shit poker face, but that’s beside the point. This woman is actually listening to what I have to say and taking it on board. Is she for real?
Her belief in me—if that’s what it is—feels good. Like, unreasonably good. I want to grab her around the waist and twirl her in the air, or take her face between my palms and kiss her irresistible ruby lips. When another ten seconds pass without her saying anything snarky, I’m halfway tempted to strip her clothes off and bang her on the floor, audience be damned.
Finally, she comes to a decision. “There are some things I need to take care of. I’ll be in touch with you later.”
Her hand is still in my grasp, and I squeeze it. “Thanks.” My voice is raspy with emotion, and I cough to clear it. Goddamn it, I am not a pussy.
She studies me, and I’m not sure what she sees, but she seems to like it. “You’re welcome, fighter man.”
My lips quirk up. “You know what I think?”
She tugs her hand away and places it on her hip. “Do I want to know?”
Ah, there’s my mouthy girl. “I think you like me.” She starts to scowl, but I barrel on. “I think you care what happens to me.”
“Do not,” she says, a deep blush traveling down to the neckline of her shirt. With a complexion like that, I bet her entire body blushes, and I want to tear her blouse in half to find out. “I care about keeping my career on track.”
“Uh-huh.” I give her a cocky grin that I know will rile her more. “You tell yourself that, cutie pie.”
She huffs. “You’re insufferable.” Then she whirls around and marches away, the curve of her butt bouncing with each step.
When she’s gone, Gabe whistles under his breath. “Man, she’s something.”
I punch him in the gut, hard enough to sting but not hurt. “Eyes to yourself. She’s not here for your viewing pleasure.”
He guffaws. “That doesn’t stop you.”
“I don’t need you pointing out my hypocrisy.” I stretch my legs and shake them, refusing to analyze why the thought of anyone else checking Lena out makes me want to wrap my arm around the asshole’s throat—friend or not. “Let’s get back to training.”
Releasing March 18

A. Rivers writes romance with strong heroes and heroines who kick butt and take names. She loves MMA fighters, cops, military men, bodyguards, and the protective guy next door who isn’t afraid to fight the odds for love.


Release Blitz: “Defenseman No.9” The Hockey Gods Series #4, By Author Xavier Neal, #ContemporaryRomance is #AvailableNow ~ @xavierneal87


DEFENSEMAN NO. 9 (The Hockey Gods Series #4) by Xavier Neal
Release Date: December 3rd


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Once upon a time, the Vlasta Vipers hockey team was so incredible — on and off the ice — they were almost mythical.

Back then, they were the undefeated conquerors of the rink.

Coveted prizes for Puck Bunnies.

Their reputation was ironclad until the wrong skates landed on the wrong feet.

Wanted titles suddenly became dreams instead of reality, while the spotlight only seemed to capture their continued failures.
Puck Bunnies…well, they never stopped treasuring that particular stick no matter what the rankings were.
It took several years, a new no nonsense head coach, and a group of players willing to work harder than they could even comprehend to grab back the notoriety.
But they did.
And just because it’s summer doesn’t mean the city is done watching or caring about them.
Hugo Rhinehart, the team’s most famous defenseman – due to his enormous size and impressively stoic nature – is very aware of this, thanks to tickets to see him play in the volunteer league being repeatedly sold out.
As long as the attention is focused on his performance and not who he’s sleeping with, he’ll be fine.
As long as the crowd is more concerned about his hockey crew’s off-season shenanigans and not about the overdramatic ones of his best friend-turned boyfriend, he’ll cope.
As long as the gossip is about who he physically hurt in his jersey and not who’s emotionally hurting him, he’ll survive.
Will this big burly defenseman be able to defend his hard-earned position in both sports and romance, or will he have to give up the love of the game to keep the love of his life?




About the Author:
Xavier Neal is a best-selling romance author who enjoys hopping from sub genre to sub genre like a game of Hopscotch she can’t resist.

In between writing, she loves to read (everything from romance to self improvement books), watch movies (old and new), eat too much Tex-Mex (her Chuy’s t-shirt collection is out of control), and watch AHL hockey games LIVE (preferably against the glass whenever possible).

She currently resides happily in Texas with her bearded husband “Lumberjack”.

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Release Blitz: “Mistletoe Mistake” Series: Greetings from Avondale #1, By Author Amali Rose, Genre: Romantic Comedy, #AvailableNow ~ @authoramalirose @GiveMeBooksPR


Title: Mistletoe Mistake
Series: Greetings from Avondale #1
Author: Amali Rose
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 3, 2020


I hate Christmas. 


Before you scream bah humbug, let me explain: my birthday is December 25th. 
Birthdays were largely ignored, and the holiday lost its luster before I hit double digits. I didn’t get a birthday party—instead, my parents spent their energy planning a huge Christmas party. 
So when the annual Christmas party rolls around again, it’s nothing more than an obligation to endure. 
Until this year. Because this year, Nick O’Connor will be there. Bad boy extraordinaire. Brutally beautiful, he’s the strong and silent type. Also, my brother’s best friend. 
When he finds me under the mistletoe, he might just convince me to fall in love with Christmas after all. 


And him too, while I’m at it.







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“Freaking sweatpants!” I shriek at Billie. “It’s the sweatpant’s fault. I was rendered useless by his dick print. It’s the only explanation for why I agreed to this ridiculousness.” 


I snuggle into the cushions that Billie and I insist on keeping piled high on our couch, and tighten my hold on the mug of peppermint hot chocolate that is warming my fingers. 
“I don’t know,” Billie muses from the kitchen where she’s cleaning up. “From everything you’ve told me about Nick.” She says his name in a swoony manner that I find highly offensive. “You would agree to anything he offered.” 
“That is not helpful.” I sink lower into the sofa, pulling my knees up to my chest. My eyes follow her as she moves around the room and I have to stifle a sigh. She’s been like this ever since she moved in almost a year ago. I wish she trusted that I asked her to be my roommate because I love her company. Not because I need a quasi housekeeper. 
“And you just took off this morning without talking to him about his plan?” 
“Will you stop, please.” I wave my hand around in the general direction of the kitchen and pat the seat next to me. “Come and sit, so you can properly humor me.” 
I can practically feel her eye roll from the other side of the room, but she throws the cloth she was scrubbing the counters with into the sink and slowly makes her way over. 
“Fine,” she huffs, plopping down. “So, you were about to tell me how you ran away like a little bitch?” 
The pillow behind my back comes in handy when I throw it at her. 
“I didn’t run away,” I snap. “He was out when it was time for me to come here. It was just a happy coincidence.” 
“Holly.” She levels me with a stare that has me wriggling in my seat. “I wasn’t even awake when you got here, and Troy isn’t dropping Tahlia off for another—” She glances at her watch. “Half an hour. You’ve been here for at least three hours longer than necessary. At least.” 
God, she’s such a smart-ass, why am I friends with her again?








USA Today Bestselling author, Amali Rose is a former blogger from Australia, who released her debut novella in 2017. 


A self confessed bookworm, her love affair with the written word began as a child, with The Magic Faraway Tree. Her tastes have grown and evolved over the years and, after stumbling into the indie community in 2016, she discovered her passion for romance with a side of smut. 
When not reading or writing, Amali enjoys cheesy pop music, netflix marathons, and she believes strongly that pink, puppies and chocolate make the world a better place!



Release Blitz: “Behind the Badge” Series: Home in Carson #2, By Author: Renee Harless, Genre: Romantic Suspense, Release Date: December 2, 2020 ~ @Renee_harless @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Behind the Badge
Series: Home in Carson #2
Author: Renee Harless
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 2, 2020
Love is dangerous. . . behind the badge. 
Former FBI agent Preston Savage could settle for a slowdown. Moving to Carson and joining the local police department is the change of pace he needed.
Preston has made a lot of mistakes and he’s looking to make amends, not fall in love. . . especially with someone tied to his dangerous past working undercover.
Single mother, Shelly Johnson, has one mission in life: protect her son from his father’s sins. All it takes is one incredible kiss to turn her carefully constructed world upside down.
Preston has never forgotten about Shelly, and now that she’s close enough to touch, he’s not letting her get away. If he can earn her trust, he can keep her safe. But the closer they get, the more complicated things become.
What will happen when the truth surfaces and the past comes for both of them?
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Renee Harless, her husband, and children live in Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She studied Communication, specifically Public Relations, at Radford University.
Growing up, Renee always found a way to pursue her creativity. It began by watching endless runs of White Christmas- yes even in the summer – and learning every word and dance from the movie. She could still sing Sister Sister if requested. In high school she joined the show choir and a community theatre group, The Troubadours. After marrying the man of her dreams and moving from her hometown she sought out a different artistic outlet – writing.
To say that Renee is a romance addict would be an understatement. When she isn’t chasing her toddler around the house, working her day job, or writing, she delves head first into a romance novel.

Release Blitz: “Coyote” Series: Hawks MC: Next Generation #1, By Author: Lila Rose, Genre: MC Romance Release Date: December 1, 2020, #AvailableNow ~ @LilaRose78 @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Coyote
Series: Hawks MC: Next Generation #1
Author: Lila Rose
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2020
From the bestselling Hawks MC series, Talon’s son, Cody, is all grown up and it’s time for his story! 
Humiliated years earlier when in high school, Channa Edwards never expects to see her knight in shining armour again. In fact, she really doesn’t want to, but of course, life wants to mess with her again. It’s just by luck he doesn’t recognise her, and for a blissful moment, she thinks she’s got away with it.
That’s until another situation brings her knight back into her life.
Cody “Coyote” Marcus, son to the Hawks MC president, goes through life easily. He has a great family, a business he loves, and women if he wants them. Then, by chance, he meets a cute, bumbling baker, who doesn’t seem to want anything to do with him.
Of course, he has to change that, and make Channa see he’s worth getting to know on all levels.
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No way. 
No fudging way.
He was here. Right over there and inside the shop.
“Denise, I’ll be out back if you need me,” I whispered with a panicked edge to my tone before I bolted through the swinging doors behind me. Leaning over, I rested my hands on my thighs and took gulps of air.
“Channa, are you all right?” Stanley asked. He dropped the bowl on the workbench and started for me. I quickly straightened and waved him off.
“I’m fine…. I… think I swallowed a fly.” And a lie. I hated lying, but I couldn’t exactly tell Stanley, who was my cake-icing machine and sixty years old, that I ran like a wuss when I saw him. It would just be confusing, and then I would have to delve into my past, into a moment of time I wanted to forget.
Stanley screwed up his nose. “Blasted warm days stink arse. It’s hotter than hell in here. My balls are sweating so bad and my icing doesn’t want to work.”
I moved over to the bench and pressed my hands onto the cool stainless steel. “Come on, Stanley, I know you can work your magic. I might have turned off the ovens a little late this morning, but the air con is on and it’ll start freezing this place over soon.”
I could have done without hearing about his balls, but I’d put up with it because Stanley was a master at making and applying icing to all my baked goods. He was a god, and I wouldn’t know what to do without him, because I had skills to bake, which I loved doing, but the delicate decorating just wasn’t for me. I messed them up each time I tried. It was how I’d known I would have to hire someone and was lucky Stanley had approached me about the work when I’d advertised.
He huffed and said, “I’m going into the coolroom.” He picked up his bowl and walked to the floor-to-ceiling coolroom at the back of the work area. He opened the door, stepped in, and I caught his shoulders sag in relief before he shut the door behind himself.
Turning back towards the front of the shop, I tippy-toed back towards the doors, thankful Stanley wasn’t there to see my childish actions, and pushed them apart enough to peek out.
A squeak slipped through my lips, and I let the doors fall closed quickly. Taking a step back, I rested my hand over my swift-beating heart.
He was right there.
At the counter.
He was smiling at something Denise was saying. That smile could steal someone’s breath. It had stolen mine every single time back in high school. Only I hadn’t seen it since then, for eight long years, and the power of having it directed my way had grown. His light eyes could trap another’s gaze. His dark hair looked like it needed someone to run their fingers through it. His body…. All right, I had to stop there. Yes, he was handsome, but right then I didn’t need my hormones seeking out someone for a roll between the sheets. Especially not him.
I only hoped he would take whatever he was ordering and go. There wasn’t anything in the world that would have me out there in the bakery when Cody Marcus was inside.
I jolted when Denise popped her head through the doors. “Need help, please.”
Son of a bitch.
Okay, there was nothing except that.
Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age. 
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.
She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published eleven other titles, which range from erotica, humorous romance, YA and paranormal.

Release Blitz: “Holiday with You” By Authors: Claudia Burgoa & Grahame Claire, #ContemporaryHolidayRomance #AvailableNow ~ @Author_ClaudiaB @grahamewrites

Holiday With You, an all new small-town single-dad romance from USA Today bestselling authors Claudia Burgoa and Grahame Claire is available now!

Audrey’s boss gave her one objective—head to the small town of Winter Valley, and acquire that bed and breakfast the company has had their eye on forever. A big sale like this could change her career . . . and she’s the only one who could convince the owner to make the deal.
On her way, she crashes into the truck of sexy, unavailable, single Dad Colin Bradford. The repairs won’t be done until Christmas Eve, so she’s stuck in Winter Valley until her car is fixed.
There’s something magical about being in a small town at Christmas. Life is slower than her hectic job in the city. She finds herself falling for Winter Valley . . . and for Colin.
Though acquiring that bed and breakfast is much harder than she planned . . .
Amidst all the hot chocolate, snowflakes, and silent nights, Audrey has a choice to make. Could Colin end up being her Christmas miracle?

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Claudia is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author.
She writes alluring, thrilling stories about complicated women and the men who take their breath away.

She lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband and her youngest two children. She has a sweet Bichon, Macey, who thinks she’s the ruler of the house. She’s only partially right.

When Claudia is not writing, you can find her reading, knitting, or just hanging out with her family. At night, she likes to binge-watch shows with her equally geeky husband.

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Grahame Claire is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
A writer. A blogger. United by our love of stories and all things romance. There was definitely some insta-love. Hello? Books involved. A little courting. A lot of writing. The result…Grahame Claire.
Soulmates. Unashamed of our multiple book boyfriends. Especially the ones that rooted in our heads and wouldn’t leave us alone. Don’t worry. We’ll share.
Pleased to meet you.
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Release Blitz: “Snowflakes and Shots” Series: A Holiday Romance Novel #5, By Author: Amanda Siegrist, Genre: Holiday Romance, Release Date: December 1, 2020 ~ @amanda_siegrist @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Snowflakes and Shots
Series: A Holiday Romance Novel #5
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2020
One last shot at love… 
Stu doesn’t have many regrets in life—not even the fact he never decorates his bar for the holidays. But when a bar fight turns into needing medical attention, he’s put face-to-face with the one woman he’s tried to avoid for the last fifteen years. Okay, so maybe he regrets a few things. He should’ve never walked away from her. It only took a good knock to his head to make him see clearly. He’s going to win Chasity’s heart once again. It doesn’t matter that she’s not going to make it easy; he’s up for the challenge. Bring on the bets and all the Christmas spirit he can handle. Except, one person doesn’t like the idea of them together—the same person that had him walking away from her all those years ago.
He drove into town and parked his car near her apartment when he saw Chasity jaunt out of the front door to her building and start jogging at a steady pace. 
Shit. Now he’d have to run hard to catch up.
But not too hard.
He caught up to her in short order, his breathing a little heavier than he was used to. He worked out. Usually some weights and a few strengthening exercises, but he didn’t generally run. Chasity ran without labored breathing. To be fair, though, he had to run faster to catch up to her.
Who was he kidding? She was going to kill him in this running business.
She cocked a tiny, adorable grin, but kept her steady pace. “Good morning, Stu.”
His breathing started to level out as he caught on to her fluid pace.
“What are you doing?”
His arms swung in rhythm, the cold air brushing across his face in a soothing manner, rather than with brutality. Because it was cold as shit outside.
“I’m running. What are you doing?”
Sweet, beautiful laughter filled the chilly air. Oh, man, what he wouldn’t do to hear that wondrous sound every day for the rest of his life.
How come he never saw this before? How come it took a knock to the head with a barstool to realize Chasity was who he wanted to spend his life with? Who he always had wanted to spend his life with. He was just too scared to see it. So damn fearful.
“Why are you running? I’ve never seen you run before.” Her pace slowed down a tiny fraction. “How did you know to find me out running?”
All in, baby.
Yep. He was all in.
“Well, not that I know your running schedule or anything, or keep tabs on you.” Hell, no. He tried his hardest to avoid seeing her around town. That didn’t mean it always worked. Plus, it was a small town. “But I know you always run on Thursday and Monday mornings at nine o’clock. So, I decided I was going to run at those times, too.”
“Oh, you just decided that?” She shook her head as more laughter came out. More like, irritated laughter than the lighthearted kind from before.
Chasity picked up the pace.
Stu was forced to follow her lead.
“Keep up, old man.” Then she took off at a sprint.
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I’m a USA Today Bestselling Author that loves to write sweet contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels, although I am partial to romantic suspense. Honestly, I love anything that has to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper. And insta-love…yes, please! I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home mom. I have a few more amazing stories in the works. If you would like to connect with me or see important news, head to my website at Thanks for reading!

Release Blitz: “Stolen Chances” Series: The Meikle Billionaire Triplets #2, By Author: Empress Chang, Genre: Contemporary Romance, Release Date: December 1, 2020 ~ @echangromance @GiveMeBooksPR


Title: Stolen Chances
Series: The Meikle Billionaire Triplets #2
Author: Empress Chang
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2020






Billionaire Rolf J. Meikle is overbearing, a wild beast and my worst nightmare! 
I have hated this man since the beginning of time! 
When he volunteers to become my husband because his brother, my one true love secretly weds another woman, my father accepts the terms of his deal. 
I don’t need another man in my life controlling me. I won’t allow it. I have my own life and Rolf will only get in my way. I need a way to be rid of him, for good. 
But why is it that when we kiss it feels so right? 




Volunteering to marry the woman you slandered to her face every chance you got is not the wisest idea ever, but I did it. 
Now, I have to come to terms with having Gianna Mancini as my wife and keep our history a secret from this mafia princess. 
Watching as Gianna shows her true self only to me, I can’t help but slowly fall for my gorgeous wife. Protecting her while trying to uncover the truth of what happened between our fathers is a priority, especially when she tells me that she loves me!




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“Kiss me.” I heard myself whisper. 


Rolf responded in a low growl, crushing his lips to me and doing as I asked. Then he turned us as we stood, with his back to the sofa and walked us over. Sitting and taking me with him, he straddled me over his lap, pulling my dress further up to my hips. I moaned when I felt his fingers brush my skin, and my body jumped with a happiness it had never once known. But still … our kiss … I wanted that kiss from our wedding. 
“Kiss me,” I said again, only this time more demanding, as I plunged my tongue back into my husband’s spicy mouth. 
“Gianna …” The sound of my name rough in his voice, Rolf chuckled as he pulled away and broke our kiss. 
Whimpering, I opened my eyes and found his brown eyes heavy with lust and humour and for a minute, I was lost. Why was he stopping? Why was he laughing? 
A hand tucking my hair behind my ear, Rolf eyes searched my own before he spoke. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Lust lingering in his voice. 
I frowned. “I told you. Kiss me.” I leaned forward to kiss him. 
Rolf shook his head, and he situated us so that I could feel him under me as I sat on him. “What are you hoping to get from our kiss?” 
Sighing with frustration, I asked. “Can’t you complete a simple task as kissing me and shut up?” I moved to get up but was held down by my hips. 
His eyes focused on my half-naked breasts; he cleared his throat. “If I give you the kiss you were just eating my face off for, will it allow me passage into our bed?” 
His eyes raised to mine, and I half laughed, as I started to panic on the inside. Had I been that obvious that I was searching for the one kiss? That one kiss that made me feel … special? “Don’t flatter yourself, Rolf. You just happened to have caught me in a most uncompromising position.” 
“And what position is that?” He half-whispered as his fingers played with the ends of my waist-length hair. 
“You look like Christoff.” I hissed out in a disgusted tone. “Any kiss I wanted was because of the memories of him.” 
His eyes dropping to my stomach, Rolf held onto me tightly, and pushed me off his lap to stand on my legs. Once he was sure enough that I had my footing, his hand dropped from my waist, and he sat back on the sofa, adjusting the front of his jeans. 
Standing there for a few moments, looking down at him, I asked foolishly. “That’s it? Nothing to say or threaten me with?” 
“No.” Digging into his pocket, Rolf pulled out a single cigarette and lighter and poked the cigarette between his lips. 
Frowning again, I grabbed the cigarette from his lips and took a step back before Rolf could grab hold of me. 
“Why not?”
“Give it back Gianna.” he said in a warning tone. 
“Why not?” I repeated as I ignored his hand gesture to return his cigarette. 
“Princess, if you want to keep telling me how I’m not Christoff so that you have a reason to keep your distance from me so be it. But that kiss you want so much tells you I’m Rolf and I’m the one you hunger for.” He motioned again for the cigarette. “Sooner or later you’ll be back for that kiss and more since I already told you my plan. And when you come for it, I’ll make damn sure that it’s my name you cry and beg for.” 
His face grew dark. “Not just because I intend to fuck you, so you know it, but because Gianna I am going to make love to you. I am going to love every curve of that tempting body of yours, and I am going to brand my name into your skin and down to your very bones. That way, when you’re alone, and you close those beautiful dark eyes, you won’t even remember my brother. No, Princess, you’ll only know me, you’ll only want me. What I told you before I said to piss you off, but now I’m mad, and I’m sick of hearing you say Christoff’s name. I am not him, and when you come for that damn kiss, you’ll see I am Rolf J. Meikle. Your hated bastard, the only one you will only ever want.”








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Writing under the pen name Empress Chang, she is referred to as an overly dramatic, outgoing yet shy individual by her friends and family. Half Chinese Jamaican, Chang was born and raised in Jamaica. She then migrated to the United States of America, three years ago where she is still scared of driving on the other side of the road!


Writing stories about her dogs and princesses at a young age, Chang discovered romance books in high school and started writing her own believing that romantic happy ends are necessary for a healthy and happy life. 
She is a huge believer in the simple things in life, and her life’s main goal is to be happy. This includes sunny beaches and junk food (of course)! 
When Chang is not writing, she is usually reading, watching a series that has hooked her attention and demands to be binged, or is spending time with her supportive, loving husband. 





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