Friday, April 2, 2021

You Spin Me by Karen Grey - Cover Reveal



We are thrilled to be bringing you the cover reveal for the third book in Karen Krey's RomCom series, Boston Classics.

Say hello to YOU SPIN ME!

You Spin Me, will release on April 29th, make sure to pre-order your copy today!

   

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SYNOPSIS:

Some scars go further than skin deep…

1988 doesn’t end well for Jessica Abraham. In just one week she turns thirty, loses her day job, and loses the role of Ophelia to a younger actress. Rallying, she goes after a part at a theater outside of the city, but the director’s plan to hide her beauty behind hair, makeup, and wardrobe from Cosmo’s “Don't” column shakes her confidence to the core. For the first time in her acting career, she won’t be able to rely on her carefully managed physical charms. Only her craft will count.  On a snowy night early in January 1989, a woman calls into DJ Callihan Alonso’s alt-rock radio show at the end of her commute. He asks her to call back the next night, and the next, just so he'll know she’s home safe. There's something about her voice that has him wanting more, but the longer they talk, the closer she gets. Compromising each and every wall he's built around his heart.  If two lonely people fall in love over late-night phone calls, will meeting face-to-face make them, or break them?

In this heart-rending but happy-ending retro romcom, it may be the end of a decade,

but it’s the beginning of a love story.

      

As you wait to dive into the story on April 29th,

check out Karen's Spotify You Spin Me playlist!

 



And don't forget to meet the other couples of Boston Classics:

Book 1

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Book 1.5:  Signed, Sealed, & Delivered

Book 2

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Book 2.5: Like It's 1999

       

Meet Karen Grey:

  KAREN GREY is the pen name for award-winning narrator Karen White. A stage, screen and radio drama actor in Boston, New York and Los Angeles in the late 20th century, she started recording books in 1999. Now back in her home state of North Carolina, she shares a home with her family and (probably) too many pets, where she continues to narrate audiobooks as well as make up stories. The first three books in her Boston Classics series of retro romcoms released in 2020, with more to come in 2021. What I'm Looking For, #1 in the series is the winner of AudioFile Magazine's Earphones Award, the NJ Romance Writers' Put Your Heart in a Book contest and Hearts Through History’s Romance Through the Ages contest in the Modern History category.  

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Sunday, March 28, 2021

Origins by Lyla Oweds - Blog Tour and Excerpt

Thank you for joining us today as we bring you Origins by Lyla Oweds!

Origins is the first book in Lyla's New Adult Paranormal Fantasy, The Grimm Cases!

GRAB YOUR COPY TODAY! 

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 Book Synopsis:

The things I see aren’t for the faint of heart. And I am no longer willing to ignore them. Not even when my family, and my best friend, tell me to keep quiet about what’s happening. They say people will think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But the spirit haunting my professor’s house is definitely trying to tell me something, and I’m the only one who can see it. The one person who can help me is my best friend's brother. But I don’t know if I can trust him or his friends. Or if I can step outside the protective bubble I’ve built around myself. At this point it’s a toss up: the ghosts will kill me or my panic attacks will. Either way, I figure I’m going to die.         


Excerpt:


Then there was my second reason for being at the library today. If I truly wanted to help this ghost-girl, then I needed to learn more about my sensitivity and any abilities that gave me—and people like me.

I frowned down at the top of my white coffee cup. Remembering this topic made me recall the events of the night before—

“Bianca?” Finn’s shocked voice broke through my thoughts. My eyes shot up. The blond-haired man was pushing past students in line at the coffee shop in order to reach my small, round table. “What are…”

“Hello, Finn.” I smiled at him, hoping the guilt from my lies didn’t show on my face. “How are you? What are you doing here so early in the morning?”

Finn’s mouth dipped, and he didn’t respond at first. Instead, he set his leather backpack on the floor and sat down in the seat across from me. “It’s not early. And I come here every day—to study. But”—he leveled a suspicious look at me, his gray eyes calculating—“you don’t.”

I raised an eyebrow in response, but he continued, “I got your message last night. Why did you cancel our meeting? What’s going on? I was worried.”

Sure. I could tell how worried he was when he didn’t even care if the ghost killed me.

I picked up my cup and blew on the rising steam before I answered, trying to sound nonchalant. “I do have homework too. Plus, I like reading. It’s not unheard of for me to come to the library, you know.”

“All right,” he conceded as he continued to study me. “But you only come late at night, when most people are partying. In fact, how can you even stand to be awake before ten in the morning?”

Darn him, he was right.

“The magic of caffeine.” I sipped on my coffee again, as if to prove my point. “Lots and lots of caffeine.”

His lips thinned, but he nodded. From the wary look in his eyes, he knew I was hiding something. But he seemed inclined to let it drop.

Instead, he pulled out his laptop and opened it—ready to do his technology thing.

That was kind of nonsensical. “Finn, why are you setting up? The library opens in less than ten minutes. Won’t you just move again?”

“Yes.” Finn began typing. “But that’s ten minutes worth of work that I’ve gotten done. I am busy right now, and I’m behind…” His voice trailed off as he frowned at the computer.

He was weird.

“I thought you finished your work for the semester already.”

Finn distractively waved his hand. “It’s not that. Don’t worry, it’s nothing that concerns you. I’m working on family stuff. My mother needed me to check into something. Where did you go last night?”

I ignored his question. “Your mom has you doing corporate work?”

“Something like that.” He looked up finally, his gaze meeting mine. My heart suddenly jerked—he was displeased. But about what?

After a silent moment, the look passed and he grinned warmly at me. “I’m glad you are here with me,” he said. And in an unexpected move, he shut his laptop and pulled one of my hands into his own. “I work better with you around. You inspire me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Bianca.”

I almost choked, and my face exploded in heat. This was the side of Finn that always managed to catch me off guard—the one that made me think I meant as much to him as he did to me.

And every time, I acted like an idiot. “I do? I—I’m glad I could help.”

“You do.” He traced his thumb over my knuckles. My face grew warmer at the action and his grin grew. “We should work together today. Are you going to be in the library all day? Sit with me.”

My warm feelings vanished.

I averted my eyes, unable to stand his intensity. He couldn’t know what I was researching. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” Finn sounded surprised, and when I looked up, he was watching me with raised eyebrows. After our gazes met, he let go of my hand. “You don’t want to sit with me?” He paused, and an expression that I had never witnessed from him before shone in his serious eyes. “Bianca, are you meeting someone else? Have I done something?”

“No!” I vehemently denied, somewhat frightened at the intensity of his reaction. He was being terribly possessive. Especially for someone who had never even asked me on a date. I would have remembered if he had done so, because it was, after all, an event I had been dreaming about for years.

Or, was he only upset because he was afraid I had replaced him as a friend?

I was so confused.

I fidgeted as I tried to think of a way to redirect his attention. “I have research to do today. In fact, I might not even be here all day. I planned on going back and forth between the library and greenhouses.”

He rested his chin on his fist as he watched me. “You’re a terrible liar. The greenhouses are on the other side of campus, and you’re wearing a skirt.”

I froze, the fabric he mentioned clenched in my fist. Finn was right, of course. I never wore skirts when working in the conservatory. “Um…”

“What have you been up to—today and last night?” Finn studied me, his eyes demanding answers. “Are you lying to me about something?”

I grew more flustered as the seconds passed. I had to think of something!

He had made his point clear two days ago, and I couldn’t bring up that topic again. Even outside of meeting Damen, he’d never believe what Damen had said about me being a sensitive. Plus, if he knew I was involved in anything paranormal—especially trying to talk to a ghost—not only would he get involved, but so would my parents.

I couldn’t go through that confrontation with him again. Even if he—and everyone else—thought it was for my own good. It would break me this time.

So I had to think of something that would guarantee Finn would have zero interest in being anywhere near me today. A topic that would make a male flee in terror. Something awful.

“I—” My mental resources screamed out ideas, but nothing brilliant came to me. Lacking anything else, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’m doing a research paper on how human placenta usage in gardening may or may not be nourishing to the soil.”

Finn’s mouth was opened in shock, and my face burned. But I couldn’t stop now. “I have a theory that if you grind up the pla—”

“Stop!” Finn’s complexion was slightly green as he watched me in horror. “That’s great for you, but I really don’t need to know anymore. Please.”

Crude, but effective. It had worked.


And if you'd like to read more, check out the first three books in the series 

gathered together here in Mu


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Mu Contains books 1-3

1. Origins

2. Ghost

3. Blood

       
AND

Coming Soon

Book 6, CHANGE!

PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY TODAY





A mate bond is stronger than any other force in the world.

At least, that's what they say.

But what Titus and I have is... unique. Especially as, even though we'd been reborn so many times, the dragon has never had a mate. No one knows what to expect.

Outside of that, everything with Damen, Julian, and Miles is not all fun and games. Things are different now, and while that's natural, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to make that next level of commitment.

However, we might not have a choice.

When Titus's investigation ramps up, becoming entangled with my debut case, I've run out of all other options. The reality is, my usual methods of coping won't work anymore. But to live is to grow, and to change.


  Lyla Oweds is an Amazon bestselling paranormal romance and urban fantasy author who resides in the beautiful Pocono Mountains, Pennsylvania. She grew up near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania and is a native of Baltimore, Maryland, and has a deep appreciation for the paranormal, hauntings, and Edgar Allan Poe. As such, she loves all things fantasy, mystery, crime, and horror. When not reading, writing, or working as a web programmer, Lyla can be found doing adult-y things such as being a mom to small children, cleaning, and gardening. She also frequently enjoys makeup videos, massages, wine, and coffee.   

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Thursday, March 18, 2021

Wilde Type by HK Jacobs - Review and Excerpt

   

WE ARE EXCITED TO BE SHARING HK JACOBS CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, WILDE TYPE WITH YOU TODAY. 

WILDE TYPE IS THE FIRST BOOK IN THE ALEX WILDE SERIES AND IS OUT NOW! 

      

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Book Description:

"He had awoken something in her the first night they met--a rebirth of hope for irrevocable love, a love so powerful that it canceled out the burden of her pain."

  Dr. Alexandra Wilde is brilliant, driven, and wholly dedicated to her profession.  Caring for critically ill children has taken her across the globe from Mongolia to Haiti to her current assignment in Gaborone, Botswana.  Her life is full of excitement, tragedy, and personal sacrifice with little room for anything or anyone else.  She has always welcomed any adventure…except for the one wearing the face of billionaire mining heir and international playboy, Ian Devall.  He is arrogant, charming, and utterly disenchanted.  However, when circumstances thrust him into her life, she is captivated by a glimpse of his deeper character and drawn into a blazing romance. An ensuing path of self-discovery leads her to reopen the wounds of her past, and she must choose between the life she always imagined…or one she never dreamed was possible.


    



☆ Guest Reviewer: Meet Katie! ☆




________________________________________________________


Hi everyone! I’m Katie. I am a fellow bookaholic, SAHM, who homeschools my kiddos. Malissa and I met many moons ago at a book event and bonded over our crazy lives.


I am so nervous about writing this review because I haven’t done any writing since HIGH SCHOOL! I actually spent more time than I care to admit googling “how to write a book review…”



Review: 

I had the pleasure of reading Wilde Type by HK Jacobs. This is honestly the first book that I have read in the last year that wasn’t a reread. COVID was… a thing…. that I am happy to finally move past.  But I need to acknowledge that over the last year I could only read books that wrapped me up like a warm hug and I didn’t want to try anything new in fear of rejection.


Wilde Type centers around Alex Wilde and her finishing up her last year of med school. She is a doctor in Botswana when the story begins. She is tired after a long day of saving kids at the local hospital when her friend Rox (think Jessica Rabbit) walks in. Rox says they need to play “the game” to cheer Alex up. (Little do they both know how much their game will change both of their lives that night) Alex meets Ian (the typical rich playboy) who stirs up feelings inside of herself that she has never felt before, and she never thinks she will again. She just puts them on a back burner and goes back to work at the hospital to prepare for a big pitch to secure a grant for the hospital. While greeting the team of the grant committee her dream guy walks in, Ian is the CEO of the foundation! She thinks he’s ignoring her or forgot her from the other night and is just the typical pretty rich boy who is so obsessed with his phone and cares more about the newest car or the next pretty girl he can get with. After the presentation, she invites Ian to see what she really is passionate about and to come with her to one of the villages the next day. At first, he looks like he will be a no-show, but he shows up right before she drives off to the village.


Without giving away ALL the details of the story, Wilde Type is all about Alex discovering who she is and becoming who she is meant to be. She is a bad @$$ woman who wants to save the children of the world and even a building falling on her won’t stop her. Ian grows and heals throughout the story and as they say, opposites do really attract, and sometimes it is a magnificent love story.


I loved how Alex was a real, genuinely good person who wanted to help those less fortunate.  I felt like the medical talk was easy to follow, so even if you don't have medical knowledge you don't get bogged down in the story. And being a Philly girl, I loved her talking about the local spots. 


Something Alex says in the story that meant a lot to me and the monsters in my own closet really stood out: “You made me feel worthless - like I wasn’t worth loving. Every great thing I have ever done is in spite of you. … You have influenced all of my choices - the good and the bad - but I won’t give you that power anymore. I choose to forgive you. I choose to forget you. And I choose me and my life… without your dark shadow hanging over it.”

We all have monsters in our lives, we need to be bigger, braver, and stronger than them.


Part 2 of Lex and Ian’s love story will be coming out this summer! I definitely plan on reading it!








    


Excerpt:

Reclined in the corner armchair, she had heard the front door close, followed by heavy steps on the stairs before his face appeared in the doorway. An entire plotline happened across his features—consternation, disbelief, the dawn of realization, and unadulterated elation. Ian had said nothing, with words at least. He simply walked into the middle of the room and stared longingly at her bare legs and his white dress shirt barely covering her torso. She watched the flames ignite for a split second before his arms scooped her out of the chair. Her bare legs wound around his waist, and he kissed her as if the world was literally ending.

Alex swept the room, her gaze parallel to the floor, observing the carnage of their discarded garments, specifically her red underwear that had been ripped in half at some point, possibly with Ian’s upper incisors. They had oscillated between murmuring quietly to each other and making love not so quietly until the streetlights outside snapped off in anticipation of the day to come.

Strong fingers traced her vertebrae, fingers that had explored every section of her body last night in glorious detail.


“Don’t move,” Ian whispered, and she felt the bed creak as he pushed up to a sitting position.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Imprinting this visual in my memory for all eternity,” he said simply.

“What?” she flipped her head around and saw that he was reclined on a pile of fluffy white pillows, eyes narrowed but notably wanton and naked except for the flannel sheet barely covering his manhood.

“You,” he breathed, extending one hand to brush the hair from her face, “are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Alex said nothing, unwilling to break the trance-like bubble shimmering in the air around them.

“An angel…my angel.”

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and bit his thumb playfully.

“I’m pretty sure angels don’t scream sexually charged profanity.”

“I’m pretty sure mine does.”

They laughed, and suddenly she wasn’t near close enough to him. She sat up quickly and used her momentum to pounce on top of him like a lioness, draping the sheet over herself like a hooded cape. She was a nanosecond from kissing him when a violent knock on the front door caused the magical bubble to make a nearly audible pop.


ABOUT HK JACOBS: 

 
 HK Jacobs graduated from Baylor College of Medicine and has spent her life as a physician traveling the globe caring for children.  She also has a Master of Public Health from the University of Texas with a concentration in global health and completed her thesis in Port au Prince, Haiti.  She currently resides in Texas, where she practices pediatric critical care medicine and strives to live the life she imagined.  Wilde Type is her debut novel.  


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Monday, October 26, 2020

Roommate by Sarina Bowen - Surprise Announcement!

 



ROOMMATE BY SARINA BOWEN
COMING JANUARY 12, 2021









Book Description:


Wanted: One roommate to share a 3-bedroom house, split the rent, and ideally not be the guy I can’t stop thinking about. 

I’m a man with too many secrets, so the last thing I need is a new roommate with a sexy smile and blue eyes that see right through me. Eight years ago, Roderick left town after high school. We’re not friends. I owe him nothing. But back then, I let one of my secrets slip, and he’s the only one who noticed.

Part of me knows I should run far, far away. But the other part wants him to come upstairs and spend the night. But if I let him in, I could lose everything.


Seeking: a room to rent in town. I’m tidy, have no pets, and I will feed you homemade bread. 

I should probably add: Gay AF, and has no filter. It’s no wonder my new landlord is so wary of me.

A smarter man would ignore those hot glances from the broody lumberjack. He may want more from me than another fresh-baked pretzel. But if I push my luck, I’ll end up back on the street.

Too bad I’ve never been smart with my heart…





About Sarina:

Sarina Bowen is the award-winning author of more than thirty contemporary novels. She has hit the USA Today bestseller's list sixteen times and counting. Formerly a derivatives trader on Wall Street, Sarina holds a BA in economics from Yale University.


Sarina is a New Englander whose Vermont ancestors cut timber and farmed the north country since the 1760s. Sarina is grateful for the invention of indoor plumbing and wi-fi during the intervening 250 years. She lives with her family on a few wooded acres in New Hampshire.

Sarina's books are published in a dozen languages on four continents.
















Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Lord of London Town by Tillie Cole - Excerpt Reveal

I am thrilled to help share an excerpt from Tillie Cole's Lord of London Town with you today. Check it out below and make sure to to get this one on your TBR, you won't regret it!




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Cheska Harlow-Wright was born into a life of luxury and privilege. She has

never wanted for anything. A comfortable future as a married London socialite

awaits her. But since the age of thirteen, Cheska has harboured a secret—an

unshakeable fixation on a boy who could never offer her anything close to

comfort. A boy steeped in sin and draped in depravity. A boy born into the

possessive embrace of darkness.


When Cheska’s seemingly perfect world is ripped apart by an unknown but

deadly enemy, there’s only one person she can run to. One person in the world

who has the power to keep her safe. The one person her weak and shattered

heart craves.


Arthur Adley. The new head of the most feared crime family in London.


Forced too young to take the helm of the Adley firm, Arthur has become even

more ruthless, formidable, and cold than ever before. His enemies are circling,

and he must fight—and kill—to maintain his family’s place at the top of the

London crime underworld. There is no room for weakness, emotion, or loss of

control.


But then Cheska smashes back into his life with the force of a wrecking ball.

She has no place in this dark, vicious, and bloodthirsty world. And worse, she is


the solitary chink in his impenetrable armour. He’s already pushed her away

once, but this time she desperately needs him. She’s broken, lost, and in danger,

and he is the only one who can help.


Arthur must protect her. He must destroy those who dare to threaten her, hunt

down those who would take what is his. He would raze all of London to the

ground to keep her safe… but can he also protect himself?


The infamous Dark Lord of London Town faces his most brutal battle yet—the

crippling weight of the past, the unrelenting enemies lurking in the shadows…

and the havoc that Cheska’s presence is wreaking on the granite fortress that

was once his heart.


Dark contemporary Romance. Contains sexual situations, violence and

sensitive subjects that some may find triggering.




CHESKA




“If you stare at that bloody yacht any more, you’ll burn a hole in its side.” I looked from Arthur’s yacht to Arabella. She was lying on her lounger on the sun deck, head tilted back, her SPF-drenched dark skin shimmering under the blistering Marbella sun.

I took a sip of my mojito, letting the mint and lime cool me down. I saw a few of Arthur’s friends on the deck. But he wasn’t there. I hadn’t seen him since the night in the club. Not long after Ollie Lawson and his friends came, Arthur and his boys had disappeared. I had no idea where to. But they hadn’t come back.

My cheeks blazed when I thought back to him looking at me right in the eyes as he fingered the girl on his lap. As her eyes rolled back and she moaned out loud as her orgasm barrelled through her.

A hand waved in front of my face, pulling me back from the other night. From Arthur … his dark hair, blue eyes and black-rimmed glasses that just did something to me. I couldn’t read him. He was as impenetrable as Fort Knox. Even when his gaze had been locked on mine, I couldn’t get a bloody read on him. He gave nothing away. It was as if he was soulless. As if he lacked any basic emotion.

Cool.

Calculated.

Deadly.

The hand before my face moved faster. When I shook my head, withdrawing myself from thoughts of Arthur and those eyes that were as unbreakable as a bank safe, it was to see Freya. She smiled, but I could see a tinge of worry in her dark eyes.

She studied me, then put her palm on my forehead as if checking my temperature. I moved her hand away. “Frey,” I said, sighing. “I’m fine.”

“Just checking you haven’t got a fever or anything. Or heat exhaustion.” She took a sip of her Chardonnay. Her purple bikini somehow made her Irish features look more pronounced, and made her curves look like something out of a Renaissance painting.

“I’m completely well.”

Arabella sat up and moved her Gucci sunglasses from her espresso eyes. Her curls framed her beautiful face. “You do know that yacht belongs to Alfie Adley, don’t you?” Her lips were pursed with worry. “That guy you keep staring at is Arthur Adley. The Arthur Adley, heir to the Adley firm and their empire of death and destruction.”

“I know who he is. I have done since we met at thirteen, remember?”

“Yeah, we remember,” Freya said. “But do you? Alfie Adley was there to cash in on a debt your father owed. He wasn’t there for a night of drinks and billiards.”

“I know that,” I snapped. Freya and Arabella glanced at each other as though I’d lost my bloody mind. Maybe I had. All I knew was that, over the years, Arthur had become an obsession of mine. And now he was here. In the flesh. Docked next to us. Looking my way with that steely gaze that seemed to make my knees weak and my mind lose all of its senses.

“Daddy made a mistake. He explained it all to me. He made a bad investment.” I shrugged. “He sorted it and hasn’t had dealings with the Adleys again since.”

“Yet, here you are, wanting to fuck Arthur every which way to Sunday.” Arabella raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for my response.

The sound of raucous laughter came from the Adley yacht, and I glanced over. Just then, Arthur walked out onto the deck, a large gin glass in his hand. He seemed more often than not to be drinking gin, I’d noticed. It must have been his drink of choice—straight, with ice, no mixer. He was shirtless, wearing navy-blue shorts, his black-rimmed glasses firmly in place.

Christ, he was perfection. His skin was slightly kissed by the sun, and his dark hair looked like onyx under the midday sun’s rays.

As if feeling my stare, he looked over, his eyes landing straight on mine. His cousin, Charlie, followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing on me as if I were a problem he wanted to solve. My breathing came faster as Arthur didn’t look away from me. Not even when Freddie Williams stood beside him and started talking in his ear.

“Seriously, Cheska,” Freya said, and I reluctantly looked at my best friend. “Go fuck your boyfriend or something. Get any thought of Arthur Adley from your head.”

Arabella laughed. “Can you imagine taking him home to your daddy? He’d have a damn heart attack.”

“Maybe Arthur isn’t as bad as you think,” I said.

“They’re East End gangsters,” Freya said. “They’re murderers! We’ve all heard the rumours.”







Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Lord of London Town by Tillie Cole - Release Day


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Book Description:

Cheska Harlow-Wright was born into a life of luxury and privilege. She has never wanted for anything. A comfortable future as a married London socialite
awaits her. But since the age of thirteen, Cheska has harboured a secret—an
unshakeable fixation on a boy who could never offer her anything close to
comfort. A boy steeped in sin and draped in depravity. A boy born into the
possessive embrace of darkness.

When Cheska’s seemingly perfect world is ripped apart by an unknown but
deadly enemy, there’s only one person she can run to. One person in the world
who has the power to keep her safe. The one person her weak and shattered
heart craves.

Arthur Adley. The new head of the most feared crime family in London.

Forced too young to take the helm of the Adley firm, Arthur has become even
more ruthless, formidable, and cold than ever before. His enemies are circling,
and he must fight—and kill—to maintain his family’s place at the top of the
London crime underworld. There is no room for weakness, emotion, or loss of
control.

But then Cheska smashes back into his life with the force of a wrecking ball.

She has no place in this dark, vicious, and bloodthirsty world. And worse, she is
the solitary chink in his impenetrable armour. He’s already pushed her away
once, but this time she desperately needs him. She’s broken, lost, and in danger,
and he is the only one who can help.

Arthur must protect her. He must destroy those who dare to threaten her, hunt
down those who would take what is his. He would raze all of London to the
ground to keep her safe… but can he also protect himself?

The infamous Dark Lord of London Town faces his most brutal battle yet—the
crippling weight of the past, the unrelenting enemies lurking in the shadows…
and the havoc that Cheska’s presence is wreaking on the granite fortress that
was once his heart.


Dark contemporary Romance. Contains sexual situations, violence and

sensitive subjects that some may find triggering.




ARTHUR




I pushed my glasses up my nose and climbed the stairs. The heat of the Spanish sun slammed into me like an iron fist, and I pushed my dark hair back from my forehead. White Mediterranean buildings surrounded us, and tourists sat in restaurants and bars, gaping up at our yacht.

I joined my friends on the rear deck overlooking the restaurants and took a beer from Eric. He spread his arms. “Fucking paradise, boys.” I took a swig of my beer and glanced over to the yacht beside us. I didn’t see anyone on the back deck, but then I heard the people talking at the front of their boat, overlooking the sea.

“So, where are these spectacular views?” Charlie asked Eric, lighting up another cig.

Eric winced as he met my cousin’s waiting gaze. “Well, maybe not spectacular to you, Chuck, but definitely to the rest of us.” He flicked his eyes to Vinnie, who was circling the back deck like it was a track, and screwed up his nose. “Okay, maybe not to our resident nutjob either since he already has a bird. But to me, Freddie and Artie, what a view it is!”

“Story of my fucking life.” Charlie smirked at me. I followed Eric as he headed for the main sun deck at the very front of the yacht.

“The edge gone yet?” I asked Vinnie. He nodded, and I could see by his eyes that his medication had kicked in. His pupils had dilated a bit, and the shaking in his hands had lessened. “Getting calmer by the second, Artie. Getting calmer by the second.” He smiled again, his deep dimples making him look a fuck-ton more innocent than he actually was. I put my hand on his shoulder, right over the face of Nosferatu with his sharp vampiric teeth that was tattooed there.

“So, who are we docked next to?” Freddie asked Eric. Freddie was six feet two with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was slender in build but could fight like a fucking Rottweiler. His old man died a while back, for the firm, shot right through the fucking forehead by a Russian. My dad practically adopted Freddie after that. He’d lived with us in the old church for the past couple of years. He was quiet before his old man’s death. Now, compared to the rest of my gobshite mates, he was almost mute.

“Wait until you see,” Eric said, waggling his eyebrows. Eric was six four, blond and covered in bright-as-fuck horror-themed clown tattoos. His hair looked like something straight from World War Two—combed over like a good little British solider. Claimed birds got wet for it—we all knew that was mainly referring to Betsy, my cousin and Charlie’s little sister. But neither he or Betsy ever talked about that. He also rarely shut his mouth. But that didn’t matter when shit hit the fan. He had your back, one hundred percent without question.

As we turned the corner, I saw movement on the yacht beside us. Birds in bikinis, some topless. I couldn’t care less. Seen one pair of tits, you’d seen them all. Bored already, I lit another cig and moved to the front of the yacht. I looked out over the ocean.

“Nice tits, sweetheart!” I heard Eric shout behind me. I glanced over to the yacht beside us and saw two girls sunbathing, looking our way—one with dark skin and jet-black hair that fell in spiral curls to her shoulders, and one with light freckled skin and red hair down to her waist.

I went to turn my head again, when someone walked out from below deck and toward the two sunbathers. The hand holding my cig stopped en route to my mouth when I saw her long legs and olive skin. The dark hair that was pulled up on top of her head. She was wearing a white bikini, fucking curves like an hourglass.

As if she was feeling my stare, she looked over, and the minute she did, I recognised those eyes. Those big fucking eyes that were fixed on me and widening by the second. Green-brown eyes that I never fucking forgot …

Cheska Harlow-Wright …






Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

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Monday, October 5, 2020

My Rebound by Carrie Ann Ryan - Cover Reveal


My Rebound by Carrie Ann Ryan 
releases June 8!!!

A rebound isn’t supposed to last. 
Though, sometimes, fate has other ideas.





Cover Design: Sweet N Spicy Designs
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar 





Book Description:

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
I started planning my future at the age of six. I knew the college I wanted, the career I needed, and the boy I would marry.
Only he wasn’t supposed to break up with me in such a spectacular fashion. Now, I’m tossing my planner and breaking my rules.
First up: Pacey Ziglar.
Too bad I fell for my rebound along the way

I never meant to say yes.
I know exactly what Mackenzie Thomas wants when she asks me out on a date. She won’t be my first no-strings-attached relationship, and if things work out the way we both want, she won’t be my last.
Yet the more I get to know her, the more I want her. But she’s not looking for me to be her forever.
And when the past comes back for both of us, I’m afraid forever might end far too soon.


Also Coming Soon:






Book Description:

A one-night stand is supposed to end once the sun rises. Only it doesn’t always work out that way.

I never expected this.
I didn’t want to go to another fraternity party, but when my friend pulls me in, I somehow find myself hiding in a corner with…him.
Dillon Connolly.
The smirking, so-called good guy with the shadows in his eyes.
A single glance, a sweet smile, and I let myself have one night of giving in.

I never expected her.
Elise Hoover haunts my dreams more than I care to admit. I never thought I stood a chance—until she said yes.
When a single night turns to two, I know I’m in over my head, but somehow, she makes me believe I can have anything.
Until the sun rises, and my past along with it.
I know I don’t deserve her, but now I have to fight to keep her…or save her from myself.




Meet Carrie Ann Ryan:


  

Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Talon Pack, Promise Me, and Elements of Five series, which have sold millions of books worldwide. She’s the winner of a RT Book of the Year and a Prism Award in her genres. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.