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Title: Strip Back
Series: Naked Nights #0.5
Author: Ava Manello
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Strip Back brings you back to how the Naked Night’s began. This is Eric’s story. Back when life was a little less polished, and a whole lot harder.

Before there was Strip Teaser, there was Eric; manager and founder of the Naked Night’s male stripper troupe.

You wouldn’t think you’d be past it at 34, but that’s the position Eric found himself in, as well as newly single after finding his girlfriend in a compromising position.

Setting up the Naked Night’s wasn’t easy, it wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t without sleaze, but somehow he did it.

Strip Back is a humorous and steamy tale of one man’s journey to fulfill a dream. Not all male strippers are the same.

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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that’s well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

I’m a mother, but most of all I’m me!

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MICAH (Damage Control #1) COVER REVEAL

New Adult contemporary romance

by Jo Raven

Cover by: Jo Raven

RELEASE DATE: Dec 16, 2014 in the Red

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SYNOPSIS

There’s me: Micah Owens. Tattoo artist at Damage Control. No parents

or siblings. A past that still gives me nightmares.

And then there’s her: Evangeline, the girl who saved my life and haunts

my more pleasant dreams. Only she doesn’t know who I really am, and telling her might

well send her fleeing for the hills. She deserves better than a loser like me. She’s pretty.

She’s clever. She’s goddamn sexy and has a heart of gold.

Which is why I can’t tell her. A smile from her and I’ll do all I can to make

her mine – including pretending to be someone I’m not, someone worth having.

Isn’t love weird?

 

This is book 1 in the Damage Control series – a series parallel to Inked

Brotherhood, so that you’ll find the boys of Inked Brotherhood making appearances

here, too.

MICAH is a stand-alone work. No cliffhanger.

The expected publication date is Dec 16, 2014 in the Red Hot Alphas

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Quiet.

I ring the bell again, and when nothing happens, I check the piece of

paper. I’m at the right place. Maybe Rafe made a mistake? Or maybe Micah is not in.

Just when I’m about to turn and go, I think I hear footsteps and push the

paper into the pocket of my jacket. I lick my lips, my nervousness returning.

The lock creaks and the door slides open. “Yeah?” a hoarse male voice

says, and I catch a glimpse of a suspicious blue eye through the opening.

“Micah? It’s me, Ev.” Oh God, this sounds so lame. I shift my weight

again, my leg twinging. “I, um. I forgot my walking stick at the cafe…” I feel ridiculous

addressing his eye and not even seeing his whole face. “I was hoping maybe you

noticed and got it for me.”

“Ev?” His voice cracks. He turns away and coughs, and the worry gently

gnawing at my insides morphs into a voracious monster.

“Are you all right?” My voice goes high-pitched, and I wince. Calm down,

Ev. “That cold still hasn’t cleared up?”

“What?” He pulls the door open and leans against it, bracing one arm on

the frame. One bare, muscled arm. Attached to his muscular bare chest. “Oh, the cold,

yeah. I’m fine.”

Fine. “Why did you stay home if you’re fine?”

He blinks at me, a slow sweep of long lashes against high cheekbones,

and I have a moment of oh-crap-I’ve-gone-too-far panic.

But he doesn’t slam the door in my face as I think he might. “Rough

night,” he mutters. “Ocean said he’d cover for me at work, so I stayed home to sleep.”

Straightforward. Honest. A rough night. I want to ask what made it rough,

but I think I’ve already overstepped the boundaries of our… friendship? Acquaintance?

 

I drop my gaze from his face, and that’s a mistake. My mind blanks a little

as I realize he’s shirtless and barefoot, lounging in front of me in only a pair of gray low-
hung, draw-string pants. My gaze slides back up his long legs to his narrow hipbones

and a spectacular set of abs, complete with sexy divots forming a V line.

My mouth is honest-to-god watering. I tear my gaze off those lickable

abs only for it to be caught by his defined pecs and then his amused sky-blue eyes.

“Is there anything I can do for ya?” he drawls lazily, and I swear my

panties get wet at the raspy sound.

Well, wetter.

Which is kind of alarming. No guy has ever had such an effect on me

before.

 

 

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Jo Raven writes New Adult contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad

boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading.

When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling

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***Pre Release Blitz Idle Bloom by Jewel E Ann ***

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Meet Oliver & Vivian in this sexy, quirky & emotional stand-alone. You will laugh, you will cry and most of all, you will not be disappointed!

 

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“What lies beneath my veiled perfection is the ugly truth—my truth, my reality, my destiny.”

Vivian Graham has an acceptance letter into Harvard, a badass tattoo, loyal friends, ties to marijuana, a penchant for Dunkin’ Donuts, and her pesky V-card.

Everyday she takes the Red Line to her job at The Green Pot in Boston while her friends enter the coveted, black iron gates to higher learning. The ramifications from a tragic accident have put her life on hold while time marches on for everyone around her.

After graduating from Harvard Law, Boston native, Oliver Konrad, moves to Portland to start his career and his life. Three years later, after a horrific discovery, he returns home to trade in his three-piece suit for leather work boots and his suburban home for a condo in Cambridge.

All he brought back to the East Coast was an aversion to pillows and secrets he keeps hidden behind a mysterious locked door. Oliver’s days are predictable and his nights are lonely until he meets Vivian on the subway. Her long raven hair, green eyes, and mile-long legs are achingly sexy, but the way she “innocently” fingers and licks her Boston Kreme doughnut can only be described in two words—complete torture.

When their paths cross at every turn, laughter is abundant, friendship is easy, and love is unintentional. However, their future seems improbable.

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“I don’t need panties.”

“I disagree,” he says with his back to me as he signs for the purchase at the counter. He takes the bag in one hand and grabs my hand with his other. “Shall we?” He leads me out of the store.

A, I have plenty of panties. B, I told you I don’t wear them sometimes because it makes me feel sexy.”

He opens my door and sets the bag by my feet after I get in. Then he leans down and brings his face a breath away from mine as his hand slides up my leg. His thumb eases past my shorts. He stops and shakes his head as the pad of it meets my bare sex, no underwear.

My face contorts into a grimacing smile as my shoulders rise into a guilty shrug. He presses his thumb to my now wet center. My mouth relaxes as I suck in a breath and try to close the distance between our lips. He moves his head back just enough to deny me. He grins then moves his thumb a little higher. I moan as he rubs slow circles.

“How do you feel?” he whispers.

“G–good.” I grip the side of the seat and let my head fall back.

“What else?”

“Turned … on.” I close my eyes.

“What else?”

I tilt my hips up as he works me up so high I fear my own reaction to the impending fall.

“Oli …”

He speeds up, pressing his lips to my neck, and when his teeth graze over my sensitive skin I lose it.

“What. Else?” he whispers in my ear as the blinding sensation rips through me.

“Sexy … I feel … sexy.” I try to catch my breath while my head’s still spinning.

He kisses me hard then shuts my door.

I hate that I have no self-control to deny him giving me an orgasm while parked with the door open on a public street. Now he’s sporting a ridiculously smug grin as he pulls out into traffic.

“What was the point of that?” I break the silence.

“I wanted to prove that I make you feel sexy. Now that you know that, you can start wearing underwear.”

“What does it matter if no one else can see that I’m not wearing underwear?”

“First, some of the dresses you wear are awfully short. Second, I know you’re not wearing underwear and I don’t like walking around saluting everyone I pass.”

“Saluting?”

He shoots me a you-know-what-I-mean look.

“Whatever, you’re just being weird.”

“I’m being a guy.”

“That’s what I said. You’re being weird.”

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Jewel E Ann

 

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.

 

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.

 

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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SHE is simple,

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and graceful LOVE can be…and it’s *super* HOT! 

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Logan has loved

Gemima for years. 

Gemima doesn’t

know. 

After her deadpan

relationship finally implodes, Logan seizes his chance to rock her world. 

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passion, and romance, these two high-flying professionals will leave you

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***LILI ST. GERMAIN Gypsy Brother Series Sales Blitz***

 

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Seven Sons (Book One) *See where it all began*

*Please note this book is dark romance and deals with serious themes including rape, violence and murder.*

 

This story unfolds over seven volumes approx. 25 – 30,000 words each.

 

My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect.

 

Including my innocence.

 

When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.

 

Before my father died, Dornan and his sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.

 

I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I’m out for revenge.

 

But I didn’t expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.

 

I didn’t expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.

 

Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice – Jase, or avenging my fathers death?

 

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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

 

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.

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***Book Tour Starless Nights by Kathryn Andrews ***

We are excited with author Kathyrn Andrews release of book #2 in the Hale

Brothers Series. STARLESS NIGHTS is now available.

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Beau Hale

She said that she was my best friend and then one day she wasn’t. Every day I live

with the visible scars, but it’s the invisible ones that hurt the most. They are a

constant reminder of everything I’ve lost as well as all the things that I’ll never have.

I should be over this by now, it’s been years, but I can’t escape the memories that

haunt me. Everyone around me is moving on with their life, so now I need to do the

same. Tennis brought me to Columbia University, and I am quickly proving that I

will not let anyone defeat me, past or present. I am in control now. Life has taught

me the hard way to remember that. But after all this time, I’m still searching for an

answer to the one question that is constantly burning in the back of my

mind…why?

Leila Starling

He said that he was my best friend, and then one day he wasn’t. It took one moment

to change my entire life. What I thought I knew became a lie and nothing was ever

the same. Slowly, I picked up the pieces and focused on what I could control…me. I

live in New York City and attend one of the world’s most prestigious fashion and

design schools. Day after day, I am getting closer and closer to making my dreams

come true. I did this all on my own and no one can ever take it from me. I know my

future is bright, even if my heart is destined to stay in the dark. The dull ache that

still lingers is my daily reminder to rely on no one but myself. Although, after all this

time, I still can’t help but wonder…why?

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Sweat drips from my hair, over my forehead, and down the side of my face. I’m in

the zone and nothing is going to pull me out of it.

I toss the ball high to serve and watch in slow motion as it flies over the net and Nate

responds. His feet are quick but mine are quicker. The muscles in my arms are tense.

They’re coiled so tight, just waiting to strike. Over and over the ball comes at me. Its

speed has to be close to one hundred and fifty miles an hour and all I can think is the

faster the better!

Tennis has always been my escape. My brother Drew swims and over the last few

years, I’ve noticed that Matt has picked up running but for me . . . I need the impact

to release the frustration, anger, and heartache that I am consumed with.

Dad was smart to put me in tennis. Although, I would not, and will not ever hit a

person, hitting a little yellow ball brings me great relief.

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***Release Blitz for CADENCE REFLECTION(Wheels & Hogs #2) by D.M. Earl***

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Title: Cadence

Reflection (Wheels & Hogs #1)

Author: D.M.

Earl

Genre: Contemporary

Romance

Release Date: November

6, 2014

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Cadence Powers is tattooed, pierced, and

panty dropping gorgeous. Women love him and men want to be him. It appears to the world that he has

it all, but what people don’t see is that Cadence is a damaged haunted man, held back by untold secrets

that keep him from living a real life.

When he meets Trinity Vinkers, he feels as if he can finally live the life he desperately wants. However,

just as their friendship begins to grow, one stupid act causes that friendship to shatter, all because he

lets his guard down allowing her into his life.

Trinity appears to be the light to Cadence’s dark. Innocent, naïve, and goofy, she seems to bring out the

best in everyone around her, but she has her own dark secret. Her persona allows her to fake her way

through life, at least until she meets him. Trying not to let her feelings for Cadence get the best of her is

taken out of her hands when she makes a wrong decision that leaves her left with an unexpected

fallout.

As life takes both Cadence and Trinity down a path that neither will forget, they are unaware of the evil

lurking around them. It’s watching, waiting to step in and take everything from Cadence.

As the young lovers struggle with their secrets, a close friend will also be fighting for something,… her

life. As time goes by, Cadence and the Horde from Wheels & Hogs decide that they have to do

whatever it takes to keep what is theirs safe, even as death hovers around like a dark angel.

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D.M. Earl resides in Northwest

Indiana. An avid reader for many many years she has finally taken the jump to start writing her own

stories professionally. When not reading or writing D.M can be found on her Harley Dyna hitting the

road beside her husband riding his own Harley Ultra Classic.

D.M. enjoys her “kids” 4 dogs, 2 indoor cats & 3 outdoor cats. D.M. loves to be outside be it

reading, writing or sitting on the deck listening to the chimes with the dogs at her feet.  Also her love of

gardening is reflected in numerous flower beds and a large vegetable garden.

Connelly’s Horde is her first published work released July 3, 2014. This is a Novella in her series Wheels

& Hogs.

She is currently working on Book 2 Cadence Reflection which will publish on November 6, 2014.

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TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes) by Becky McGraw

The first book in a new romantic suspense series

 

About the Series:

 

LOGAN’S LONESTAR HEROES, a new western romantic suspense series by Becky McGraw

Dave Logan, former recon marine and ex-cop is a man who lived inside the box of government restrictions and red tape for many years. When he had enough of
seeing criminals and corruption continue despite his best efforts because of that red tape, he decided to do something about it. He assembled a group of
likeminded men with unique skill sets, cowboys of a different sort, to combat crime in the new wild, wild west.Deep Six Security exists to fill the gap
between the right and wrong side of the law. The men of Deep Six operate just beyond the box. They are willing to do what it takes to keep their home state
safe. They are patriots, rebels and most importantly renegades. They are as different as night and day, but they have one thing in common, their love of
God, country and the great state of Texas.

 

If the six pack doesn’t work, there’s always a shotgun and a shovel…

 

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TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes)

 

Blurb:

 

Dave Logan, owner of Deep Six Security, is stunned when former Dallas FBI head, Susan Whitmore, darkens his doorstep accusing him of being the cause of her
losing her job. After hearing her situation, Dave feels something he never expects to feel–sorry for her. But he also knows any problems she had at the
agency were all her own fault. The woman has a tongue so sharp it could rip a man to shreds, and had many times. There was a reason her agents dubbed her
the Barracuda.

 

Although Dave needs agents in the worst way, and Susan, with an IQ higher than Einstein, better skills and more experience than any of his men, along with
a master’s degree in criminal justice, is more than qualified to be a member of his team, he just doesn’t need the drama she and her mouth would bring to
Deep Six . Even as his brain said no way though, his damned white-knight complex forces him to offer her a job as his temporary secretary.

 

Realizing he’s made a huge mistake hiring her, Dave calls in favors to get her interviews to get her out of his office. Before he can get rid of her
though, Dave gets a new case only Susan can help him with. A wealthy Dallas oilman and his trophy wife ordered a designer baby from a local fertility
clinic, and the surrogate has gone missing with the baby. The couple wants Deep Six Security to investigate the facility and find the baby, but the only
way Dave can do that is to get inside. To get inside his only option is to go undercover with Susan, posing as a wealthy married couple looking for a baby.
What they find when they get to the spa-like compound is frightening. Payoffs, missing surrogates and young women being used as lab rats are just the tip
of the iceberg.

 

Can two alpha personalities, both used to being in charge, work together long enough to figure out what’s going on at the clinic, or will they kill each
other before the bad guys at the facility have a chance? If they’re lucky, perhaps the delicious friction between them will turn into something so hot the
place spontaneously combusts. Or if they’re luckier, maybe it will turn into something which might just last till death do them part.

 

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Dave’s foot slid on the papers under his desk again, and he cleared his throat. This was the worst idea he’d ever had and he knew like hell he was going to
regret it, but he couldn’t stop the white knight inside of him from laying his neck into the cradle of the guillotine. “Do you have any secretarial
skills?”

Susan laughed loudly. “I’m a former federal agent with a master’s degree in criminal justice, an IQ higher than Einstein, and a black belt in jiu jitsu.
You want to offer me a secretarial job?” Her tone indicated she thought he was a moron. That was the problem. Susan Whitmore thought everyone was an idiot
except for her.

Well, she wasn’t as smart as she thought she was evidently.

 

Dave shrugged, as he leaned back in his chair to casually tent his fingers. “You walked out of a federal agency management job with no notice. I suspect
that’s all you’ll be able to find immediately considering those circumstances.” And your attitude, he added mentally. “But I understand you’ll be looking
for something else while you work here.” Leaning forward again, he propped his arms on his desk and pinned her with his eyes. “As long as you can manage to
rein in your mouth and get along with the guys, it could be a mutually beneficial temporary arrangement.”

 

Very temporary if she couldn’t manage that.

 

Susan pushed up to her feet to put her hands on her hips to glare down at him. “You’re an arrogant asshole, Dave Logan.”

 

Dave laughed. “Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”

 

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18+ HOT EXCERPT, TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes)

 

Excerpt from TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Heroes) (c) Becky McGraw, 2014, all rights reserved.

 

Dave huffed a breath too as he followed Mac out of the conference room. Yes, the sooner he got Susan out of his office the better. He had been avoiding her
like the plague, hadn’t seen her since their confrontation over the popsicles, but he knew now his luck was running out.

 

Against all odds, his men were becoming attached to her and she was obviously encouraging it. The last thing he needed in this office was friction or
drama, and he could see it coming with the new Susan Whitmore fan club. Dave just needed her gone, before she embedded herself into his group and removing
her would be like extracting a cactus spine.

Just as he rounded the corner into the outer office, Susan walked out of the kitchen toward him. She was sucking on something, but it didn’t look like a
popsicle. When she got closer he realized it was some kind of candy. It was also the first time he’d seen her that day, or any day since the day he told
her to lose the baggy suits.

 

Her new uniform of choice was skin tight yoga pants and a tank top. No wonder his men were gaga. Dave just barely kept his own tongue from flapping out of
his mouth, as his eyes ticked over her full breasts and down her mile-long, muscular legs to her toes while she walked over to her desk. Dave knew Susan
was athletic, and over the years he’d often wondered what her body looked like under those baggy black suits. Well he didn’t have to wonder anymore. Every
square inch of her tight body was right there for him to see. There was absolutely nothing left to his imagination. Good God—she was built like a brick
shithouse. His body quickly registered that fact too.

 

Susan paused at her desk and held his eyes as she slowly slid the white stick out of her mouth until a round, pink ball appeared. She stopped to twirl the
candy between her lips, which made matters much, much worse. As she pulled the candy from her mouth, it made a sucking, popping noise and Dave bit back a
groan.

 

Susan’s eyebrow lifted, and she smiled. Waving the candy at him, she said breezily, in that husky voice of hers, “Howdy, stranger. Did I catch you before
you scurried into your office like a cockroach? Or did you need something?”

 

Now, that was definitely a loaded question, Dave thought, as he stood there staring at her breasts. He couldn’t help himself from giving his imagination
free rein. Unless she was a mind reader, it wouldn’t hurt, and he didn’t think her super brain had given her that superpower. If it had, he was probably a
dead man, because with her standing right there in front of him, he imagined her throaty, raspy voice would sound just that way when she moaned as he
lifted her hips and shoved his aching cock inside of her body. Her body would make that delicious sucking, popping noise she’d made with the candy when he
pulled back out. He’d fuck her slowly, torture her until she begged him to make her come. His name would be a hoarse, almost soundless, whisper on her full
lips when he finally gave her what she asked for. Her body would clutch his dick, squeeze it like a vise, pulling him further inside of her with every
pulsation of her orgasm, until he came too. Dave would fuck her all night long in every position he could think of, and some that had yet to be invented.
She would have to beg him for a few minutes to catch her breath in that same raspy voice.

 

If given the chance, Dave would spend all night long, hell a week, giving her exactly what she was asking for by wearing those clothes, sucking that damned
candy, and using that breathy whisper. At that second, he wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.

 

As much fire as this woman had inside of her, he imagined she would be a freak between the sheets. He wanted to meet that freak and teach her a lesson
about teasing a man. Tie that freak to his bed and keep her there until he worked her out of his system.

 

Dave’s chin dropped to his chest, a groan rumbled in his chest and his breathing hitched, as his cock went rock solid behind his fly. He was surprised when
he felt a finger under his chin right before it was tipped upward. His eyes met Susan’s curious blue stare and the spell was broken.

 

“You okay, boss man? You look a little…flushed,” she purred.

 

With a smug grin, she held his gaze and lifted the candy ball, stuck out her tongue and curled it to twirl the candy in the well, then flicked her tongue
over it making little mewling noises in her throat. When she added slow flirtatious sweeps of her eyelashes over her big blue eyes, Dave knew for sure she
was playing him, and he wasn’t amused.

 

She’s a very smart woman.

 

Evidently more than smart enough to figure out that his problem with her eating the popsicles was about a lot more than a drip trail in the kitchen. And he
was almost certain now that the skin-tight yoga suits weren’t about comfort. This was her bid to pay Dave back for his baggy suit comment. Mind games to
teach him a lesson.

 

Because Susan Whitmore thought she was smarter than him.

 

She would be the one learning a lesson today. About him. “I need to see you in my office, now,” Dave growled as he turned to stomp toward his office

 

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About the author

 

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya’ll. One of several career changes
transplanted Becky and her family to Indiana where she lived for sixteen years. Presently, she resides in Corpus Christi, Texas with her husband and dog
Abby.

 

A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management
consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer.

 

She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good
thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

 

Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the
dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

 

She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer’s
Guild on AOL during her last venture into writing romance, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of
America, From the Heart Romance Writers. She is currently a member of the Romance Writers of America and From the Heart Romance Writers.

 

My Kind of Trouble is the first book released in a series called Texas Trouble. Other books in the series include THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE, DOUBLE THE
TROUBLE, LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, TROUBLE IN DIXIE, and ASKING FOR TROUBLE, CHASING TROUBLE, HERE COMES TROUBLE.

 

You can find them on Amazon.com at:

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You can email Becky McGraw at beckymcgrawbooks@gmail.com

 

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***Book Blitz Forgotten Promises by Elle Brooks ***

Congratulations to Elle Brooks 
on her highly anticipated release of
Forgotten Promises

Saying “I Promise” is the easiest thing to do, its just two tiny words. 
No one warned me of the weight they hold, that they not only have the power 
to make something, to give hope, or show devotion. 
They can destroy everything, cause so much hurt, ruin lives. 

Every promise holds a toll, if I had known what mine would cost me, 
I would have walked away. 
Now I have to pay the price, watch the consequences of my actions unfold. Witnessing someone I love crumble after breaking my oath 
isn’t the hardest thing I’ve endured, 
it’s being forgotten by the one person that I could never forget.

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I can hear soft piano music filtering through the muggy afternoon air as I cross the threshold,
making my way down the cold stone isle towards the alter. 
I can feel people stare, their gazes penetrating my skin, as if each one physically presses upon me
with the intensity of a searing hot branding iron.
I’m all too conscious of the hushed whispers that are floating around in the desolate atmosphere.
I’m shivering as I make my way to the front; I can’t get a hold on my nerves.
Voices that I don’t recognize uttering; “Is that the girlfriend? She was in the accident too, wasn’t she?” infiltrate my senses.
Are these people really that ignorant, that they have all forgotten by design, this place is built to carry noise?
Each comment I catch as I near my destination feels more scathing than the previous. I focus my attention on the vast grandeur of the stained glass window at the front of the church, and watch as the suns midday rays are passing through the colored panes, casting a rainbow that cascades down over the congregation of mourners.
The bright hues are a stark disparity against the sea of black suits and white collared shirts.
There doesn’t seem to be a single fleck of color on anyone’s clothing, except that of the police decoration pinned proudly to the uniforms of the officers sporting them. They’re a welcomed break in the monotonous army of glum clones.
My fingers are closed tightly around the stem of a single white rose I’m holding. I didn’t know if I should bring flowers or not, but now I wish I hadn’t. I need to walk over to his coffin to lay it down; I hadn’t thought of that. Bile rises in my throat, and the tears that have formed are threatening to fall. I’m holding my breath, eyes wide, willing them to dissipate, as I return my focus once more to the window instead of the casket. It’s too soon to be doing this again.
The painful memory of Emily’s funeral, still raw and exposed, lay’s unwelcomingly at the forefront of my mind. It’s playing on an agonizing loop, taunting me, reminding me. The aesthetics couldn’t be further from hers though; Emily’s funeral service was akin to walking into a child’s birthday party. Balloons adorned the ends of each pew in varying shades of shiny pink and purple latex. Cheerful, bright gerberas had been placed on every available surface, and there wasn’t a single solitary piece of black clothing to be found.
We had been given explicitly strict instructions to wear ‘happy clothes’ or she would ‘haunt our asses for all eternity,’ Em’s words, not mine. There was to be no gloomy piano music either, no nineties power-ballads singing songs of heartache and pain. Instead, the church was filled with dubiously dulcet tones from One Direction’s Story of my life. I’d practically scoffed when Em announced to me that she’d found the perfect funeral song. She proceeded to tell me that she’d narrowed it down to 1D or Bon Jovi’s Sleep When I’m Dead. 
In any other circumstance, I’d have voted Bon Jovi all the way, but I had to concede on this one. I almost smile at the
memory before realizing where I am and what I’m doing. 
I slow my pace further; not wanting to reach my destination but there’s no avoiding it. Within my next three steps,
I’ve reached the coffin. I can’t prolong the inevitable any longer;
I look down to the long mahogany box, laid before me, topped with what must be hundreds of roses.
My whole body trembles as I reach out to place my flower amongst the other tributes.
I catch my reflection against the highly polished surface of the wood and begin to feel dizzy. I blink my eyes attempting to refocus my vision as my fingers loosen their grip on the rose. My hand brushes against the cold hardwood and I pause briefly, wondering if it’s time to wake up yet. Wishing for a different reality to the one I exist in at this moment. I hear Ethan’s mom softly call out my name, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place by… I don’t even know what, fear? Memories?
“Blair, honey… come sit by me,” it’s an order rather than request; suddenly she’s by my side and ushering me to take a seat.
I let her lead the way; there’s only her sitting upfront.
“My mom couldn’t find a parking spot; she’ll be here any minute, is it okay for her to sit here too?”
“Of course, it is,” she smiles weakly. “You’re family.”
I look at her and take in her appearance; her eyes are puffy and tired, and she looks completely worn out and defeated. A shadow of the woman Ethan fist introduced me to months ago. The piano music stops and a minister appears at the lectern; I look wide-eyed at Moira and then glance at the empty seat where my mom should be right now. I need her here; I can’t do this without her.
I can’t bear to sit through another funeral.
Moira senses my anxiety and runs her hand down over my hair, she squeezes my shoulders and then pulls me into her side, and it’s much the same as what my mom would do. The minister starts to speak, but I don’t hear any words through the sound of the blood rushing in my ears. I can’t do this I’m not ready. I blink and let my first tear fall, no doubt carving the way for more to follow. I had agreed to come for Moira, I felt bad that she would have to face this alone. I look blankly out to the front, but I can’t see anything past my pain.
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