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Release Tour: “Second Start” #HolidaySpringsResortSeries By Author S.E. Rose, #ContemporaryRomance is #AvailableNow ~ @seroseauthor #ForeverWritePR

Career failures bring both Brittany and Tyson back to Holiday Springs but second starts aren’t easy and broken dreams threaten futures. Will a former Olympic athlete and budding musician get a second chance at their happily ever after? Readers will fall in love with this second chance romance from S.E. Rose. The Holiday Springs Resort series is here and SECOND START is now live!

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Will a former Olympic athlete and budding musician get a second chance at their happily ever after?

Brittany Evans and Tyson Mitchell were the “it” couple in the Poconos. Until their own dreams and goals got in the way. With broken hearts, they both left their town while doing their best to never look back.

But, when a skiing injury and a failed singing career bring them both back home, they find that their feelings may not have iced over after all.

Fate has brought them together again, but if Tyson wants to win back Brittany’s heart, he’ll have to prove that she’s the only dream that matters.

Escape to the romantic paradise of Holiday Springs and warm-up with your next happily ever after.

Excerpt

Copyright S.E. Rose 2020

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and her eyes meet mine.

“W-What? Why?” Her eyes flash with more confusion.

I reach out and caress her face with my gloved hand, wishing I could feel her skin beneath mine. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Superstar.”

Her eyes glance back down at her lap. “It was a long time ago, Ty.”

I push under her chin, and she gazes at me again. “I’m sorry. I was young and stupid. I thought I was protecting you.”

She pulls back. “Protecting me from what?”

I sigh. “From me, from having to have a boyfriend that was never here, that was always busy.”

“But all I wanted was you,” she states bitterly.

“And I wasn’t here for you. No one could’ve had me. I was too… too busy and wrapped up in my Olympic dreams.”

She turns and zips up her bag. “I would have waited,” she murmurs as she stands up to leave.

I jump up and block her path. “I know you would have. But I couldn’t ask you to do that. You have dreams, too.”

“But you never gave me the choice to decide for myself,” she says and jams a finger at my chest. “You decided for both of us.”

“I did. And I can’t take it back, but if I could, I would,” I reply as I grab her head in my hands and kiss her.

She doesn’t move as I press my lips to hers. They warm under mine, and after a second she sighs, allowing my tongue free reign of her mouth. I taste her for the first time in way too long. And she tastes just as sweet as I remembered.

She drops her guitar case in the snow, letting her arms wrap around my middle as my hands hold her face. I don’t feel anything except her, not the snow, the cold, the wind, nothing but Brittany. Our warm breaths mingle in the cool air, surrounding us in our own personal cloud. I groan as I deepen our kiss.

She pulls back suddenly. Her hand flying to her lips.

“I’m sorry. I… shit, I’m sorry.” She has a look of anguish on her face.

“Brit, I kissed you. There’s nothing to be sorry about. When are we going to stop dancing around this thing,” I motion between us, “that’s clearly still between us?”

She shakes her head. “No. There’s nothing between us. That’s over. It ended when you walked out of my life.” I watch as a single tear falls on her cheek, and it might as well be a knife plunging into my heart.

I reach out to pull her back to me, but she jumps away.

“No. We can’t do this. I can’t do this. Not again.”

And it hits me. She’s protecting herself. I hurt her so badly that she reacts to me like a hand touching a hot pan. I can’t blame her.

“Brit, I won’t hurt you. I never met to hurt you.”

“I know,” she answers as another tear falls on her cheek. “But you did.”

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About S.E. Rose

USA Today & International Bestselling romance author, S.E. Rose lives near Washington D.C. with her family. When she’s not wrangling her cats or keeping up with her kids, she’s plotting her next story.

She loves all things wine, coffee, and cats. In her non-existent free time, she enjoys traveling, going to concerts, binging on her favorite shows, and reading, especially if it’s a good mystery or comedy.

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About the Holiday Springs Resort Series

Nestled deep in the mountains of Pennsylvania, Holiday Springs Resort promises to bring the heat this winter!

Join Forever Write PR and seven amazing authors as they take to the slopes on the adventure of a lifetime and find their happily ever afters.

From hot bartenders to brooding exes, Holiday Springs Resort is the place to be. Each story features a brand new couple and a fun trope to love from our amazing line up of authors including: second chance romance and best friend’s sibling to jilted brides and friends to lovers. Your holiday wonderland won’t be complete without a widower, office, and enemies to lovers romance.

We’ve got a remarkable line of up must-read romance authors including, A.M. Williams, Julie Archer, Kim Bailey, Moni Boyce, S.E. Rose, Stacey Lewis, and B. Ivy Woods.

Follow the Holiday Spring Resort series on Facebook for more on release dates, cover reveals, and exclusive book news ➝ https://www.facebook.com/HolidaySpringsSeries/

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RELEASE TOUR ~ “Wicked Again” Genre: Historical Post-Regional Romance, By Author Kathleen Ayers, Release Date: October 29th 2020, #AvailableNow ~ #KathleenAyersAuthor #ForeverWritePR

Lord Haddon is handsome, charming and at least a decade younger than the thrice-widowed Marissa. Engaging in an affair with Haddon might damage Marissa’s reputation and it will definitely compromise her heart. But Haddon can be very persuasive when he wants something and he wants Marissa. Will Marissa give into temptation and allow herself to love again? If you like steamy, historical romance you’ll love Wicked Again.

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A scandalous affair with a much younger man…

Lady Marissa Cupps-Foster has buried three husbands. Only one, her dear Reggie, was a love match. As a woman considered past her prime with two grown sons, she’s decided on discreet trysts when she feels the need for male companionship. Lord Trenton Haddon was only a dalliance. Haddon is tempting but far too young for her. And love is out of the question. Clearly, she isn’t good at it. Determined to forget Haddon, Marissa returns to London and immerses herself in society.

A former rake who has never been in love…

Seducing the widowed Lady Cupps-Foster was a way to pass the time at a dull house party but instead Haddon fell in love. Unfortunately, the object of his affection ended the affair and returned to London before he could declare himself. But Haddon has the perfect excuse to see Marissa again. His eldest daughter is about to make her debut and as a widower, he is in dire need of direction. Marissa won’t refuse his plea for help.

Another chance at love…

Haddon can be very persuasive when he wants something, and he wants Marissa. But Marissa is just as convinced he’ll eventually break her heart.

Will Marissa allow herself to find love again or will she stand by and watch Haddon marry someone else?

Wicked Again is a steamy historical romance set in post-regency London where scandal meets happily ever after. Book 7 of the Wickeds.

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Excerpt

Copyright 2020 @Kathleen Ayers

Despite wanting to forget him, the memory of Haddon never left Marissa, no matter how busy she had kept herself since her return to town. The destruction of Simon and his mother did take up a great deal of her time. And of course, she had holiday festivities to plan. Haddon shouldn’t have entered her thoughts at all.

“Lady Cupps-Foster.” The light, spicy scent Haddon favored hovered about his broad shoulders as he bowed before her.

Marissa inhaled sharply, filling her nostrils. Haddon’s scent had stayed with her, lingering along with her memories of him and the night she’d spent in his arms.

He took her hand, eyes flitting across her bosom as he straightened, a soft purr of male appreciation coming from his chest. The brush of his lips against her knuckles sent a tendril of warmth from her core to slide between her legs. But the touch of his tongue made her knees buckle.

Marissa abruptly snatched her hand from his.

A mischievous grin crossed his lips, meant to disarm her and indeed any lady he bestowed it upon. It made him quite irresistible.

An image of Haddon walking toward her, naked, the same grin firmly in place on his lips, flitted before her eyes.

The ballroom had grown very warm. She resisted the urge to fan herself.

Realistically, for any woman her age, there was always bound to be someone in the room she had been involved with. Two of Marissa’s previous lovers were at the Cambourne ball tonight, in fact, though she couldn’t for the life of her remember how they looked naked, nor, upon greeting them tonight, had she felt as if her heart might burst from her chest.

“Lord Haddon, how lovely to see you again.”

“Isn’t it though?” His grin widened further. “Dance with me?” he said as the musicians began to play. Without waiting for an answer, Haddon took her hand in his and led her out to the dance floor, his grip on her fingers tight as the sapphire skirts of her gown wrapped around them both.

Marissa had always found the sensation of silk hugging her to a gentleman as they danced to be mildly erotic, though much more so with Haddon than, say, Enderly.

Haddon was a graceful dancer, confident and agile. Turning her expertly, he brought Marissa closer to the lean lines of his body with each twist of his hips. They moved easily together, as if they’d danced many times in each other’s arms.

In truth, they had only danced once before.

The warmth of his palm splayed intimately across the small of her back, fingertips pressing into the skin at the base of her spine.

The pressure was seductive. Enticing. Haddon had kissed that very spot during their night together, as well as a great many other places.

She saw Adelia out of the corner of her eye watching them with a smug look.

“How have you been, Marissa?” The husky growl of her first name sent bits of flame across her arms. “Enjoying London?”

“I’m quite well, thank you. I didn’t realize you’d come to town.” The tips of her breasts chafed against the fabric of his coat, stroking her nipples each time he turned her; it was distracting, to say the least.

A tiny smirk crossed his beautiful mouth. He knew she was lying.

“I don’t come as often as I did before my wife died. My daughters require my attention, as does my estate. London does not.”

Haddon had been married very young in a match arranged by his father. His wife had been sickly and bed-ridden during the latter part of his marriage, the birth of his youngest daughter destroying what remained of her fragile health.

In between bouts of lovemaking, they’d whispered to each other in the dark and Haddon had told Marissa of his marriage.

Another thing she hadn’t done with a previous lover.

Dalliance.

He had left out his former rakish reputation, and well he might. Though discreet, Haddon certainly had cut a swath through the ladies of London. But unlike most husbands who wouldn’t have cared to be saddled with an ill spouse, he’d been with his wife when she died, at her bedside. After, he had not returned to London to pick up the threads of his life; instead, he’d stayed away from town, choosing to remain with his daughters in the country. Another thing most gentlemen would not have done.

“I brought Jordana to London with me.” He mentioned his eldest daughter, to whom Marissa had been introduced to at Brushbriar.

“And how does Jordana like town?” Marissa found it hard to have a casual conversation with Haddon, especially when his hips kept brushing hers.

“As well as can be expected. But I thought she might enjoy some time here before making her debut. Ease her into things, so to speak. Jordana has a tendency to be stubborn.”

Haddon twirled her, the motion forcing her more fully against his chest. The distance between them was only one tiny, heated inch.

“You left before I could tell you goodbye,” he said, breath warm against her temple.

“Did I need to tell you goodbye?” Her own guilt at not doing so made her reply sharper than she intended.

His grip on her tightened. “I suppose not.”

“After the discovery of my late husband’s remains, I was in shock, as you can imagine.” That was putting it mildly.

“I’m sure you were.”

“I wasn’t up to receiving callers, nor did I wish to receive polite condolences,” she said.

“Of course,” he agreed coolly.

Marissa bristled. Something about his calm manner, his instant agreement with her, smacked of judgement. It was clear by his attitude Haddon thought she should have received him. Sent him a note. Told him goodbye. She didn’t care for him acting the discarded lover.

Dalliance.

“Ours was a brief acquaintance, Lord Haddon,” Marissa said politely, allowing a hint of chill to enter her words. “Little more than a dalliance, if you’ll forgive me for saying so.”

He looked down on her, eyes like quicksilver. A touch of pink shone on his magnificent cheekbones, a sign of his annoyance, perhaps, though it could have been a trick of the light. “A dalliance?”

“A tryst, if you prefer.”

“A tryst?”

Would he repeat everything she said? “Our relationship would have invited speculation and unwanted attention, both things I don’t care for. An older widow carrying on with—”

“Dear God, Marissa.” He looked away from her, the corner of his lip lifting into something resembling amusement. “You didn’t seduce some innocent young lad; stop behaving as if you did.”

I didn’t do any seducing,” she shot back.

“Debatable. I was under the impression we seduced each other, not out of boredom, as I’m sure will be your next point, but because we were meant to.” His broad shoulders gave a soft roll.

Marissa stayed silent, uncertain how to respond.

“You know, I never really considered your elderly status at the time, but you brought it up so often during our brief acquaintance, perhaps your concerns have merit.”

“They do?”

“You’re a highly intelligent woman. Older and wiser than I. Shouldn’t I listen to your council?”

The heat of him bled through the thick silk and layers of petticoats, caressing her skin as they danced. Each time he spun her, Haddon managed to notch the length of one muscled leg into her skirts and between her legs. Deliberately.

“Stop doing that,” she hissed beneath her breath. A slow, honeyed ache followed the movement, driving her mad. “Do you intend to cause a scene?”

“What? This?” He pulled her a fraction of an inch closer and moved his thigh into her skirts again, sliding his leg in a sinuous motion. “I’m merely dancing.”

A flutter of arousal slid down the length of her body at Haddon’s very calculated teasing though Marissa was doing her best to ignore the sensation. Desperate to provide a distraction, she said, “I see you’ve made the acquaintance of Lady Christina Sykes.”

“An incomparable beauty with an impeccable lineage,” Haddon acknowledged. “A gentleman could do worse than to wed her. She’s a lovely girl.”

“She’s very young.” Marissa said, hating the prick of jealousy at the thought of Haddon dancing with Lady Christina the way he danced with her.

“You don’t sound as if you approve. Shouldn’t I seek someone closer to my own age? I’m barely out of the schoolroom, after all.” The mischievous grin, the one she found so endlessly endearing, floated across his mouth.

Marissa forced herself to smile up at him. “I’m sure my approval is of no consequence. I’m only concerned.”

“How very maternal of you, Marissa.”

She deliberately stepped on his toe.

Haddon grunted in pain.

“Lady Christina is barely older than Jordana,” she said. “But it is none of my affair who you deem a suitable bride. If your aim is to find a wife, Christina Sykes would serve as well as any.” She forced the words up her throat though they left a bitter taste.

Spinning her about, he gave her a wolfish grin before murmuring, “The lady doth protest too much.”

Her heel ground into the top of his foot. “Pardon me. I seem to have two left feet this evening. Goodness.”

Haddon’s fingertips dug into the silk at her hip. “I’m only acknowledging the vast difference in our ages. One you’ve brought to my attention repeatedly during our previous dalliance. Are you old enough to be my mother?” He pretended to consider the question. “Good lord, how depraved I am.”

Marissa was going to slap him, right here in the middle of a dance with most of the ton watching. “While there is an age difference, my lord, I assure you—”

“And in regard to Christina,” he interrupted her tirade, “you also suggested during our dalliance that I need to remarry. Truthfully, I hadn’t considered wedding again until you brought it to my attention. Again, I’m thankful for your guidance.”

She bit her lip, knowing she couldn’t refute his claim. Haddon was correct on all counts. She had been the one to bring up his need to remarry and produce a male heir. At that moment, Marissa could have cheerfully kicked herself for reminding him of his duty.

“I’ve something I wish to discuss with you, my lady.”

“Oh?” There was a slight, hopeful leap of her traitorous heart before remembering it would be best if she didn’t allow him to seduce her again. Haddon was far too dangerous. They could remain acquaintances and nothing more.

“May I call upon you? I would prefer not to have a private discussion here.”

“Yes, of course,” she agreed, ignoring the slight racing of her pulse.

The dance ended, and Haddon led her off the dance floor, a wisp of a smile hovering on his lips. But instead of leaving her where she’d stood with Adelia, Haddon purposefully took her to the opposite side of the ballroom; an area populated with elderly matrons, wallflowers and spinsters.

A strangled sound bubbled from her lips.

“Something wrong, my lady? Didn’t you enjoy our dance?”

“I did. Immensely.” If she wasn’t sure it would cause a scene, Marissa would wrench her fingers from his.

Once he seemed satisfied Marissa stood with the most undesirable women in the room, Haddon bowed again over her hand, hiding his enjoyment at her discomfort behind a polite, bland smile.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Lady Cupps-Foster.” Haddon turned and, without another glance at Marissa, sauntered back across the ballroom.

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About the author

Kathleen Ayers is the bestselling author of steamy Regency and Victorian romance. She’s been a hopeful romantic and romance reader since buying Sweet Savage Love at a garage sale when she was fourteen while her mother was busy looking at antique animal planters. She has a weakness for tortured, witty alpha males who can’t help falling for intelligent, sassy heroines.

A Texas transplant (from Pennsylvania) Kathleen spends most of her summers attempting to grow tomatoes (a wasted effort) and floating in her backyard pool with her two dogs, husband and son. When not writing she likes to visit her “happy place” (Newport, RI.), visit wine bars, make homemade pizza on the grill, and perfect her charcuterie board skills.

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Release Tour: “It’s Always Been You” by Author A.M. Williams – A Holiday Springs Resort Novel #ContemporaryRomance is #AvailableNow ~ @authoramwilliam. #ForeverWritePR. #HolidaySpringsResortSeries

Falling in love for Zeke and Delaney could mean risking their friendship. But what’s the worst that can happen when these two best friends share a tiny honeymoon suite? Readers will fall in love with this friends to lovers romance from A.M. Williams. The Holiday Springs Resort series is here and IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU is now live!

Two best friends and one tiny honeymoon suite…what’s the worst that could happen?

When my ex decided to leave me just three weeks before our wedding, I did the only thing a girl could do. I grabbed my best friend and headed for the mountains to celebrate my newfound freedom and get over my broken heart while taking full advantage of all of the pre-paid amenities that should have happened on my honeymoon. There’s just one problem: Holiday Springs Resort is booked solid and I may have forgotten to change our reservations. Now Zeke and I are forced to share a bed, but am I ready to share my heart again so soon?

Delaney always seemed to be the right girl at the wrong time. With her ex-fiance out of the picture, it’s up to me to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem: I’ve been in love with her since the day we met. With all the romance in the air, it’s hard to fight back the tension between us. What was supposed to be a fun-filled rebound trip between friends suddenly heats up to so much more.

Falling in love could mean risking our friendship. Are we both willing to take that leap? One thing is for sure – this trip changes everything.

If you like snowy locales, sizzling romance, and a scene with a hot tub, then you’ll love It’s Always Been You, the first book in a new series.

Escape to the romantic paradise of Holiday Springs and warm up with your next happily ever after.

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Copyright @ A.M. Williams 2020

We both moaned when my center came in contact with his erection. Even through two layers of clothing, it was a heady feeling.

I undulated my hips on top of him as we continued to make out, slowing working us both into a frenzy.

Zeke ripped his mouth away from mine. “We need to go inside.”

I nodded even though I wasn’t sure what he was saying. I was too focused on pulling his lips back to mine.

“Delaney,” he said between kisses. “Let’s go in.”

He gently pushed me away and stood. I pouted as I stood too. He quickly got out and wrapped his towel around his hips before helping me out and hangin me my towel.

I quickly dried off and walked inside, the head of the cabin beckoning to me.

Once inside, I didn’t waste any time dropping my towel and stripping out of my bathing suit, leaving me naked.

I turned to face Zeke and watched as he drew the curtains. I got a great view of his face when he turned around and realized I was already naked.

“Hot damn,” he muttered and tossed his own towel to the side. His finger immediately starting working the laces of his bathing suit while his gaze raked over my body. I used the opportunity to look at him as well.

My heart ssped up at the thought of everything coming together right now. I’d wanted this for so long and now that it was happening, it was surreal, and I wanted to remember every part of it.

Every kiss. Every caress. Every whispered word. I wanted them all.

Zeke’s bathing suit dropped, and my gaze immediately zeroed in on his dick, which was pointing toward the ceiling.

I whimpered as I looked at it. Moisture was beading on the tip, and it looked like the perfect dick. Especially since it was attached to the perfect man.

A few minutes later, we were parked outside the cabin, and Zeke had our bags in hand while I swiped the keycard for the room. It took several tries to get the lock to open, something that annoyed me to no end.

After discovering everything with the reservation, the door not working was just one more thing to add to the list of why I was upset with my life.

Once the door was open, I stepped to the side and allowed Zeke to go in first before flicking the light switch by the door and letting the door fall shut behind me.

I turned toward the main part of the cabin and drew up short when I noticed Zeke standing frozen with the bags still in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking closer.

“Uhh…” Zeke said, shifting his weight from side to side. “Is there supposed to be only one bed?”

I cringed. I didn’t tell him what happened with the reservation while we were in the car. He deserved to know that I hadn’t changed it like I told him I would.

“Well…I didn’t realize until I went to check in that I forgot to call them to let them know that the reservation needed to be changed. I couldn’t change it today because it was too late.”

Silence greeted my words, and I worried my bottom lip and dropped my gaze to the floor. “I’m really sorry,” she said when Zeke continued to say nothing. “I thought I’d called, and I didn’t. I can’t believe that I forgot to do that simple thing. Don’t even get me started on the excursions we have booked because—”

I jumped when Zeke pressed a finger to my chin and tilted my head up. He was grinning. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same bed as the Delaney Carrigan.”

My face heated. “Oh, uh…”

“Come on!” Zeke said, pulling me into a hug. “It’ll be fine. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

He released me and turned back to pick the bags up and stepped further into the room.

With him out of the way, I could see what gave him pause. It wasn’t just the single king-size bed in the room. It was the rose petals that were littered all over the bedcovers and on the floor.

They were everywhere. As I stepped closer to the bed, I cringed as I realized they were even in the shape of a heart with a small card in the center. Though I knew I shouldn’t, I picked it up. It read “Congratulations on your marriage!”

I stared at it for several long moments, my mind flashing back to when Josh told me he couldn’t marry me.

“Whatcha got in your hand?” Zeke asked.

Before I could crumple the card, Zeke plucked it from my fingers. I watched as his expression darkened. “Fuck him.”

He ripped the card in half, then ripped it again before tossing the pieces in the air. I watched them flutter toward the floor.

“You’re better off without that douche-canoe. Seriously. What guy breaks up with the supposed love of his life only days before their wedding? Asswads, that’s who. Don’t waste another minute worried about him.”

I nodded. What could I say to that? It wasn’t anything I didn’t already know and that Zeke and my family hadn’t already said. Josh was an asshole of the first order for what he did to me.

It didn’t make it hurt any less, though.

“Right, let’s get unpacked and look over what we’ve got going on this week. Maybe we can add some things to do instead of what we’ve got on there. What do you say?”

I nodded and felt myself relax. “Sounds good.”

Zeke turned and grabbed his bag, unzipping it while I stood there, frozen.

While he’d made me feel better about the rose petals and the asshole ex-fiancé, we hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room: the single bed.

Yeah, Zeke joked that he’d always wanted to sleep in the same bed as me, but I knew he said that to make me feel better.

How were we going to make this work?

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About A.M. Williams

A.M. Williams is just a simple girl from the south that found herself living abroad. When she’s not annoying her cat or reading, she’s spending time with her husband and traveling as much as possible. She has a serious case of wanderlust and wants to go as many places as possible while she can. She loves Cheerwine, sweet tea, and North Carolina (eastern style) BBQ as well as those crystal clear waters on the North Carolina coast.

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About the Holiday Springs Resort Series

Nestled deep in the mountains of Pennsylvania, Holiday Springs Resort promises to bring the heat this winter!

Join Forever Write PR and seven amazing authors as they take to the slopes on the adventure of a lifetime and find their happily ever afters.

From hot bartenders to brooding exes, Holiday Springs Resort is the place to be. Each story features a brand new couple and a fun trope to love from our amazing line up of authors including: second chance romance and best friend’s sibling to jilted brides and friends to lovers. Your holiday wonderland won’t be complete without a widower, office, and enemies to lovers romance.

We’ve got a remarkable line of up must-read romance authors including, A.M. Williams, Julie Archer, Kim Bailey, Moni Boyce, S.E. Rose, Stacey Lewis, and B. Ivy Woods.

Follow the Holiday Spring Resort series on Facebook for more on release dates, cover reveals, and exclusive book news ➝ https://www.facebook.com/HolidaySpringsSeries/

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#ReleaseTour ~ “Her Last Love” By Author Marcie Shumway, Genre: Jilted Bride Romance Series: A 425 Madison Novel is Available Now~ @marcie_shumway #ForeverWritePR #425MadisonSeries

Reid wasn’t looking when he saw her. Katreana stayed focused so she didn’t think about that time she was left at the altar, but when she saw him, she took notice. Can he prove he won’t hurt her and can she trust him enough to move on? Readers will fall in love with this jilted bride romance from Marcie Shumway. The 425 Madison series is back with season three and HER LAST LOVE is live!

Reid

Women were not on my radar. My business was all

I needed.

Then she walked into my shop and changed all that with

one look.

How was I going to convince her I wouldn’t

burn her like her ex?

Katreana

Men were not on my radar. After being left at the altar,

I realized I needed to focus on myself and my job.

Then he walked into the room, and everything shifted.

Could I trust him enough to share my secret and move on?

I guess only time will tell…

After all, 425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love.

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copyright @ Marcie Shumway 2020

“No man is ever going to be good enough for my little girl,” he whispered huskily. “But Travis is pretty damn close.”

I laughed lightly and rolled my eyes to the ceiling to ward off the waterworks. With a soft kiss to my cheek, my father released my hands and moved to my side. Looping my arm through his, I used the other hand to pick up my dress, so it didn’t drag as we walked down the stairs. With a nod of satisfaction that everyone was ready, my mother ushered the girls out with the exception of Anna and led the way down the hall. My father and I followed with my cousin on my heels, making sure the train on the dress stayed off the floor.

My face hurt; my smile was so broad. Everyone around me was as well, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. We reached the stairs, and I kept my eyes on my feet, so I didn’t trip, allowing my father to lead me. When I reached the bottom, I looked up and found Max, the best man, waiting at the back door with a look on his face that I couldn’t identify. Confusion and concern rolled through me since he should have been at the altar with Travis.

“What’s going…”

“I’m sorry, Kat,” he apologized, cutting my question off.

I gulped.

“Sorry for what?”

My stomach rolled with nausea.

“We can’t find Travis.”

“What do you mean you can’t find him?” I asked, shaking my head.

I felt Anna come to my side and felt her hands grip my elbow while my mother moved to my father’s other side. A united front as we’d been my entire life. It brought little comfort, especially when the next words came out of his mouth.

“He packed a bag and took off,” he explained, tugging gently on his tie. “He won’t answer his phone.”

“His parents?” I choked out.

“His mother left last night, and his father is here, but severely hungover. He doesn’t know where he is either.”

My knees threatened to buckle. This was a mistake. Something must have come up at the office, and he ran late coming back. He would be here. He had to be here. We were getting married.

“This was with my tux.”

The envelope, marked with the bed and breakfast logo, had my name on the front in his clear, concise handwriting. I didn’t fight the tears, I let them flow down my cheeks as I took it from him with a shaky hand. Without letting go of my father, I opened it and pulled out the small piece of paper.

I can’t go through with this. I’m sorry.

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About Marcie Shumway

Marcie Shumway is a small-town girl, born and raised in Maine. She resides with her high school sweetheart on a family-owned farm just miles from where she grew up. Her hubby and their four furbabies are her first loves, but they are followed closely by her writing, apple pie, and chocolate.

Marcie started writing short stories in middle school for her classmates to enjoy. They were always love stories with happy endings and spurred her dream of being a published author. Chasing that dream as an adult, she continues to write stories for her readers to love. An avid reader herself, Marcie thrives on the books of her favorite authors and when not writing, can be found curled up in her favorite spot with a good book in hand.

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About the 425 Madison Series

Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Rounding out the summer with some hot city nights and coasting into fall with more cool characters at this famous high-rise, 425 Madison is returning for a third season!

With some familiar faces and some brand new residents – you’ll be sure to find an author you love and a trope to ignite your taste buds after all 425 Madison IS the perfect place to fall in love!

We’ve got an amazing line of up must-read romance authors including, Lauren Helms, Allie York

J Marie, Kay Gordon, Marcie Shumway, Aubree Valentine, S.L. Sterling, and Fiona Tulle

Prepare for pages packed with new romances, characters, and tropes all from the same well-loved high-rise apartment building in NYC.

Season One and Two feature stories from some of your favorite romance authors: Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Allie York, Aubree Valentine, Kay Gordon, Lauren Helms, Sylvia Kane, Katy Ames, KC Enders, Marci Shumway, and C. Lesbirel. All these authors came together, each with a standalone romance for you to enjoy. Covering all of your favorite tropes each tale offers you something new, something different.

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#ReleaseTour ~ “The Hookup” By Author Kindle Alexander, Genre: MM Romance Release Date: October 12th 2020 is #AvailableNow ~ @KindleAlexander. @EJBookPromos

 
 

 

Title: The Hookup

Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance Novella
Release Date: October 12, 2020
Cover Design: Reese Dante Book Cover Art & Design
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Meet me @ The Hookup?
 
A well-deserved celebration is in order for attorney Easton Elliott. Everything is going as planned until a tempting glimpse of the past sidebars the handsome attorney’s party.
 
An unexpected invitation has linguist Grant Holt excited about the spur-of-the-moment rendezvous. But words are futile when he arrives to find there’s been a mix up. 
 
A text, a celebration, and a misunderstanding all lead to…The Hookup
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
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Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!
 
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindl
 
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.
 
That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
 
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
 
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.
 
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Hate made him famous and fame took his sister in SHOOK, Sonya Jesus’ new romantic suspense. This twisted Cinderella retelling brings to life a killer obsessed by a True Crime Blogger and her internet famous crush. Fans of dark fairytale retellings with a splash of crime will love this new adult romance. Part of the Internet Famous Collection, Shook is now LIVE!

 

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Hate made me famous. Fame took my sister.

As of midnight on my twenty-first birthday, I became the wealthiest man in America, and my sister went missing. Given her history, my parents insist on saving face in the cruel world of the filthy rich. They’re betting she’s on a bender with her latest boy-toy, but she’s not.

Nola would never miss my birthday, at least not willingly. Something’s not right, and I don’t give a lick about family rules or distracting myself with the fine print on the morality clause. Locking down a future with some random chick won’t find my sister or give me the answers I want.

Though, I rather those answers not come from Norah, the pain-in-the-ass wannabe blogger who is living in my home and insisting on cleaning up my act. Someone forgot to tell her she’s a maid, not a publicist. But when one of her few True Crime subscribers writes to her about my sister, the clues lead us on a hunt for a killer.

What we find… leaves us shook.

 

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Butt-ass naked.

That’s how he opens the damn door, dangling ornaments and all. I pry my eyes away and glance at the pig-sty, he calls a bedroom. Clothes are thrown everywhere, books and magazines all over the floor, every surface has a mug, and it stinks. Considering the whole house looks immaculate, I’m wondering what happened here.

Orin clears his throat, which does little to get Ledger to cover up. “Mr. Ledger, can you please find something suitable to cover up with? Norah has taken anatomy; she doesn’t need a study session.”

Accidentally, I snort aloud and quickly cover it up with a cough when both men’s eyes land on me. Ledger rests against the door frame, not an ounce of shame on his two-hundred-pound muscular body.

“The smell,” I offer as a cover-up, “it got all up in my nostrils.” The last thing I need is a lesson on anything from the Internet’s porn star.

“Ah, yes.” Orin raises his hand in the air, inviting me in without Ledger okaying it. “Mr. Ledger has been having issues dealing with his sister’s supposed disappearance. Nine days, I assume, is enough social isolation.”

“Isolation?” I ask the naked man, who has not budged, without making eye contact. No way in hell am I going inside if he doesn’t move. His massive form takes up most of the space—not in height, because rich people have something against normal-sized doors, but in width.

His wide arms are almost unnatural and yet utterly fascinating this up close and personal. The dips and grooves of his pectorals are magnetic, nearly sinking my jaw to the floor when the future-doctor in me counts each abdominal.

For anatomical purposes, I tell myself. Symmetrical. No malformations anywhere on him. Well, except his personality.

Ledger flicks his gorgeous grayish-blue eyes over me before rolling his head and removing himself from the doorframe, turning his perfectly sculpted ass to me as he strolls over to his bed and picks up a pair of dark denim jeans. “You could leave me alone for another few days, O.”

“To do what? Mope around?” Orin picks up a shirt from a folded pile on the desk and throws it at him.

Ledger expertly catches it in the air, flexing his biceps in the process. “To grieve. To deal with losing a sister,” he spits back.

“She’s not dead,” I pipe up as I come inside. There’s no point in dismissing the opportunity of talking to a source.

Ledger stops midway, one pant leg up at his knee, and glares at me. Orin finds my statement intriguing, or maybe he’s just constipated. He kind of looks like he’s holding in a tank of gas between his butt cheeks, and this place smells like methane and decomposition.

“Excuse me?” Ledger clips out, earning me a sympathetic look from the house manager.

“Mr. Ledger—” Orin’s intervention is quickly cut short.

“Has she signed the NDA?”

 

About Sonya

Sonya’s a nerd—a cool nerd—who loves science, books, make-up and unicorns. She even has unicorn slippers and unicorn plushes adorn her office. It’s not obsession (or so she says), it’s simply an ode to her imaginative side.

She believes in fairytales and in the beautiful things a mind can conjure. She’s a firm believer of empowering the crazy fictional ideas, putting them down on paper (figurative paper because she’s not a fan of writing in notebooks), and letting them flourish into a story. Sometimes that story is about psychos and murders.

Don’t believe me? Ask her in any of her social media. She’s all about those connections.

“There’s so much potential in a dream, not exploring it seems like such a waste of something absolutely beautiful.”

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#ReleaseTour ~ “Just One Glance” Series: Oh’ Tequila Genre: #ContemporaryRomance Release Date: October 1st 2020 ~ Available Now! ~ @charms0814 @EJBookPromos

 
 

 

Title: Just One Glance

Series: Oh’ Tequila
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2020
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m the one known for swinging my junk around in the middle of a crowded college party. The hashtag #dicksaswinging will follow me around forever.
 
Too much tequila, and very little thought triggered the wild reaction of me streaking through my fraternity, and hell I even wore tassels in areas tassels should never be placed.
 
I’d always been known as the quiet one. The brother that rarely said anything and instead stood back to observe on most occasions, yeah that was me, well until that night.
 
In my defense, shit like that happens all the time because I lived in more of a zoo than an actual fraternity. It just didn’t happen to me.
 
Then I found her…
 
Just One Glance, I never believed in that type of thing. No freaking way could you see someone from across the room and that simple glance knocks you on your ass.
 
Seeing Ruby amidst all the chaos, she stood out. The timid way she worried her hands, her eyes as big as saucers while she looked around almost like at any moment she was going to bolt. It was adorable and seeing her, it changed everything.
 
She was nothing like the girls I normally dated. She was quiet, innocent and sweet. She was the complete opposite of me, and if I was a better man I would walk away.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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