Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Release Blitz + Excerpt & Giveaway: Becoming Rain by K.A. Tucker!

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 We are dying to share this Release Blitz with you all to celebrate K.A. Tucker's BECOMING RAIN! BECOMING RAIN is a New Adult Romantic Suspense novel, and the second novel in K.A. Tucker’s Burying Water Series, published by Atria books, an Imprint of Simon & Schuster. We hope you're ready for this!
  Becoming Rain


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 Luke Boone doesn't know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it-the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he's finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set-one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it's not exactly legal, Luke's never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain. Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game-at only twenty-six years old, she's one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington D.C. major crime unit, and she's just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the west coast's most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she'll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle's footsteps. As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she'll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she'll even want to.

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“Let us know if you have any more problems.” Luke flashes that wide, charming smile that stalls my feet just a little.
Still no mention of connecting again. In fact, I’d say Luke has gone out of his way to skirt the subject. He’s just not interested. That’s all there is to it. Or maybe he’s waiting for me to bring it up again. But if he’s not, then bringing it up will make me look desperate. I’m guessing he doesn’t like desperate women.
Luke Boone has me in a tailspin. No target has ever had me second-guessing myself this much, this early. It’s just the pressure of the case, I remind myself. “I’m sure I will.” I take long, slow steps, ensuring my movements are sleek and appealing, the opposite of my frantic thoughts, as I desperately search for another hook, since nothing I’m casting has caught so far.
“So, when did you say you’re cooking dinner for me?”
I fight the urge to groan with relief but I can’t keep the smile from exploding across my face. “Whenever you call me.” I turn to regard him, to see his smug face—like he knew I was waiting for it all along, like he was toying with me—and nod to the sheet on his desk. “You have my number.”
“I do.” His eyes twinkle. “I’ll call you soon.”
Thank fucking God.
I wait until I’m in my car and around the corner before turning off my wire and squealing like a fourteen-year-old who just got asked out to the movies. I dial Warner to debrief, my heart still racing. It’s standard protocol to call in after every meeting with my target. Up until now, I’ve had nothing but failure to report. And, while this may not seem like much . . .
I think I’m finally in.

  And don’t forget BURYING WATER, the first book in this thrilling series… Burying Water

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 The top-selling, beloved indie author of Ten Tiny Breaths returns with a new romance about a young woman who loses her memory—and the man who knows that the only way to protect her is to stay away. Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him? Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried. The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.
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Author PhotoAbout K.A. Tucker: Born in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.        

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RIGHT KIND OF WRONG by Chelsea Fine Paperback Release Giveaway

Jenna Lacombe needs complete control, whether it's in the streets . . . or between the sheets. So when she sets out on a solo road trip to visit her family in New Orleans, she's beyond annoyed that the infuriatingly sexy Jack Oliver wants to hitch a ride with her. Ever since they shared a wild night together last year, he's been trying to strip away her defenses one by one. He claims he's just coming along to keep her safe-but what's not safe for her is prolonged exposure to the tattooed hottie.

Jack can't get Jenna out from under his skin. She makes him feel alive again after his old life nearly destroyed him-and losing her is not an option. Now Jack's troubles are catching up to him, and he's forced to return to his hometown in Louisiana. But when his secrets put them both in harm's way, Jenna will have to figure out how far she's willing to let love in . . . and how much she already has.

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Opening my car door, I slide into the driver’s seat, turn to put the key in the ignition and—
“Ahh!” Jumping back, I thwack my open palm against the gigantic body of pure muscle seated in the passenger seat. “Dammit, Jack! You scared me!”
“Good morning.” He grins.
“What are you doing in my car?” I snap, throwing him some serious stink eye.
“I’m going with you to Louisiana.” He nods to a large duffle bag in the backseat.
I blink. “Uh, no you’re not.”
“Uh, yes I am.”
“Like hell.”
He crinkles his brow. “I’ve never understood that phrase. But okay. I’ll go with you ‘like hell,’ whatever that means.”
“Get out of my car.” I point to the door.
“Oh, Jenna.” He clucks his tongue. “This will be good for both of us. Listen.” He casually leans against the passenger window and pierces me with his gray eyes. “For reasons beyond my control, I need to go back home. And for reasons beyond your control, so do you. And since our ‘homes’ are right next door to one another, I figured we’d carpool to Louisiana and you can just drop me off at Little Vail on your way to New Orleans.”
He gives me that little-boy smile of his and it’s all I can do not to lean forward and soak it in. I hate me.
“I don’t see how that’s good for me,” I say. “At all.”
He shrugs. “You get some company on the road.”
I nod with a clenched jaw. “And you get a free ride.”
His smile grows and I instantly realize that was the wrong thing to say.
“Precisely,” he says.
I can’t afford to spend any excessive time with Jack. Not just because we fight, but because of what happened last year. It was one crazy night when we were both drunk, and we never spoke of it after the fact, but our “friendship” has been tense ever since.
“Well, I don’t need any company,” I say, shaking my head.

“Sure you do,” he says easily. “Everyone needs company.”
“Not me. So get out.”
He grins. “No.”
God I hate him. But not really.
God I hate that I don’t hate him.
I jut my chin and stare him over. “Fine. If you won’t remove yourself…” Exiting the car, I stomp around the hood to his door, yank it open, and wrap my hands around his bicep. Then I start pulling.
He doesn’t budge. Like, he literally doesn’t move an inch as I tug at his oversized arm and grunt like I’m trying to move a massive piece of hardwood furniture and not a human being.
His eyes dance as he watches my struggle. “What’s your plan here, Jenna? Haul me out of the car and leave me in the street?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound friendly at all,” he says, flicking the lever to recline to seat a bit so he looks even more relaxed than before.
“I wasn’t trying to be friendly,” I grit out.
I try pulling him out again, to no avail. He’s giant and solid, and honestly, just touching him is turning me on.
I drop my hands and glower at him. “You can’t just tell me that you’re coming along on my road trip.”
He cocks his head. “Would you feel better if I asked?”
“Not especially.”
“Jenna.” He leans forward and his gaze bores through me, down into the deepest parts of my being. “Will you please let me join you on your trip to Louisiana?”
For a moment, I’m lost in his eyes, debating with myself. I don’t trust myself around Jack. Not at all. But I did spend half the night tossing in my sleep with nightmares about traveling alone so maybe having Jack tag along might not be so bad after all. Maybe.
Pulling back, I straighten my shoulders and relent, like usual when it comes to Jack.
“Fine,” I huff out as I stomp back to my side of the car in climb in. “But no talking,” I say, hoping I haven’t just made a huge mistake.
He grins and I turn away.
Surely I can manage to keep my panties on around Jack for a few days…right?

About Chelsea Fine:

Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She's ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen. 

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Blog Tour: SHAKEN by Alyne Roberts - Deleted Scene + Giveaway

Today we have a guest post for you from Alyne Roberts, author of SHAKEN - available now! She's sharing a deleted scene with us. OHHH FUN!!


Shaken Synopsis:

“After an earthquake wreaks havoc, the earth is left disturbed and altered. Whatever remains in ruin is left shaken and in need of rebuilding.” Scarlett Brooks doesn't need love. The only men she can trust in her life are her twin brother and his two best friends, Logan and Caleb. Every other guy has only let her down, and she promises herself to never to experience heartbreak again. Logan King can't stand back and watch his best friend's twin sister continue to spiral out of control. With random hookups, drunken nights, and reckless decisions, she is on the path to self-destruction. He sets out to slow her down and prove that she isn't happy with her one-night stands. The two come dangerously close to crossing lines. Is Scarlett capable of trusting and opening up to love again? Will it ruin their friendship if Logan is the one to teach her how? This is part of a series but can be read as a standalone. Characters are introduced in Jolted and Impacted.


Shaken Deleted Scene. [Unedited]

When I came home, the TV was still on, Kallie’s laptop was open on the coffee table and the door was unlocked. It wasn’t even ten at night so I knew Kallie and Ry wouldn’t be asleep already on a Friday night. Neither had to work in the morning. The sounds coming from the bedroom proved me right, they were up. I rolled my eyes and tossed my keys on the counter near the door. I was getting sick of hearing those two. 
After Ryder moved out on his own, it only took another month for me to pack my things and join him. I was worried about him all alone here, with no one to look out for him. He was wilder at that time of his life. Before Kallie, he was reckless and always in trouble. I quickly moved in to keep an eye on him and to feel complete. I never felt right without my other half near by. 
 Kallie ended up here by mistake and wound up waking up in our apartment after drinking too much at Hank’s. I took her under my wing the moment she stumbled out of my brother’s room. I assumed she was another one his victims and helped her try to escape with some dignity. 
Fate had other plans and Kallie was stuck with us for a while after that morning. Another example that everything happens for a reason. Kallie eventually became the one to heal my brother. She was the one person he would fall in love with and turn his life around. Too bad there wasn’t a Kallie out there for everyone. 
I was happy for my brother, I really was. I loved Kallie like a sister and no one in the world would be better for my brother than she was. After a rather disturbing breakup, the sounds of them going at it aggravated me. Granted, they probably didn’t expect me to even come home tonight. I usually don’t.
With my nerves on edge, I sat on the couch to turn up the volume on the TV to drown out the moans. I bumped Kalle’s laptop with my knee as I did and the screen came to life. I reached to close the lid when something caught my eye on the desktop. A folder labeled “Jacob”. I swallowed the bile that threatened to come up with the memories. 
Jacob was my biggest mistake. I broke my own rules and let myself love someone other than the short list of pre-approved people I had set in stone. Jacob was a con artist and a criminal that left me broken hearted the day before our destination wedding. 
I ran my finger over the smooth touchpad, bring the mouse cursor over the folder. Did I really want to read what was inside? I knew Kallie hired a private investigator to look up on him before the wedding. It was a shame the FBI stepped and I didn’t find out until it was too late. The investigator couldn’t tell Kallie what he found until Jacob was in custody. I never thought to ask if he later provided her with details. 
I tightly closed my eyes and clicked the folder. A neat list of subfolders, documents and photos popped up. I glanced at the bedroom door to make sure I wouldn’t get busted and then started to click like a mad woman. I sent some particularly long documents to the wireless printer. Court documents didn’t hold my interest. I wanted to know what he did before me and while he was with me. Most of all, I needed to know: why me?
I used to think I was pretty cynical for being a girl in her early twenties. I may go out of my way to help others, but they need to earn my loyalty. Trust wasn’t something I gave easily. So how Jacob weaseled his way into my safe zone and completely blindsided me is beyond me. Never once did I think he was lying to me. I never thought that he wasn’t honestly in love with me. 

My breath caught when I saw his face on the screen. I quickly clicked through the photos. Most were of him leaving different businesses. We came to learn that Jacob would take various jobs at different businesses as an accountant. He would then launder money and disappear. Photos of him with other women started showing up. He would find a woman and they would move in together. On the outside, he looked like a normal guy with a house and wife. No one suspected he was cooking the books. 
The other women, like me, had no idea what he was really up to. We thought he was a wealthy business owner. We didn’t know about his meager salary and his illegal transferring of funds. We had no clue of his gambling problem of his multiple personalities. 
The bedroom to my left went quiet so I clicked the folder closed and snapped the laptop shut. On my way to hide in my room, I grabbed the papers I printed. Spreading them out on the bed, I started to shift through it all. There was a lot of documentation on past cases. Names such Eric, Nate, Brian and Victor graced the pages. He really got around. 
A photo of a pretty woman caught my eye. She had long dark hair, blazing blue eyes and perfect porcelain skin. She looked around my age as she smiled wide for the camera. Reading the notes below the image, I learned the woman was one of the many victims that Jacob conned. She was his wife for a several months before she turned up missing. 
My stomach clenched and the contents rolled while my eyes ran across the words, soaking up every detail I could. Her name was Nancy and she owned a gift shop in Chicago. She left for the store,  and according to Jacob, who was Jason at the time, she never came home. As her husband, he would be the beneficiary of her life insurance policy. If a body was found, he would have been granted over half a million dollars. 
A body was not found and identified as Nancy. “Jason” disappeared shorty after selling their home and belongings when the police started to question him. Flipping through my stack, I found four other missing women with similar stories. Another story of a woman who came forward, claiming she suspected her husband of slowly poisoning her. When she returned from the police station, “Daniel” was gone, along with their savings account.
I violently flung the papers across the bedroom and buried my face in my hands. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm myself. How could I have been so utterly stupid? How did I not see the lies? Why didn’t I ask how he could afford the large home he bought us on the river? Why didn’t I ask more questions about his childhood or past?
He fed me lie after lie. His parents passed away when he was young. He had no other family and very little friends. I was so swept up in him that I was blind to the terrifying truth underneath. I could have ended up missing, or dead. All because I wanted to find a love that only exists in moving and books. 
My spin straightened and I exhaled a gust of air. Never again will I make that mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, no one is perfect. But I always learn from my mistakes. After my father and my high school boyfriend, I should have never opened my heart again. Well, now I will close the doors and throw away the key. 
I picked up the papers and shoved them in a desk drawer. If I ever thought I was slipping into that dark place again, I would bring these out to read again. I would remind myself of why I didn’t fall in love.
People wanted you to believe that there is someone out there for everyone. Fairy tales and Disney movies lead us to believe that one day you will find the love of your life and live happily ever after. Soulmates is a fucked up myth. There is no such thing as love at first sight and not everyone is meant to fall in love. 
My life could be lived moving from one bed to another. I could concentrate on my art and family without the distraction of a needy boyfriend. I had the best friends a girl could ask for. I had Logan and Caleb to protect me. I had my brother and mother to love me till the end of time. Kallie was the girl I could always count on. I didn’t need anything else in life. 

Saturday morning, I woke up cranky. It was almost noon and I was off work today. The only thing on my to-do list was the bonfire tonight at Logan’s. We never missed a bonfire. My brother and I met Logan in the second grade. Logan pulled my hair and I said I looked like a witch. Ryder beat him up and ended up in the principal’s office for it. My brother forced him to apologize and they have been BFFs ever since. 
Logan was as much as my family as Ryder was. Every fond memory I had from growing up included our best friend. He never teased me after that day in the playground and took up the role as big brother to me. Between the two of them, later joined by Caleb, I was never messed with. Until junior year of high school. 
Logan was the one I could always go to talk to. He was a quiet and thoughtful guy, always locked away in his head. He would reward me with something deep and meaningful to make any problem better. Logan was also loyal and never told my brother anything I wanted kept secret. 
I stomped into the kitchen, startling Kallie in the process. Her tiny body jumped and her hands dropped the solder gun she was holding. I grabbed the coffee pot, lacking any grace, and clumsily started another pot. 
“Morning, sunshine,” Kallie greeted while I leaned against the counter.
“Yeah,” I grumbled. I hated mornings, or afternoons in this case.
“You okay?” she asked me with her pretty concerned eyes on me. 
“Yeah. Why?” 
She shrugged. “You just seem a little off, that’s all.” 
“Well, I’m good. Fire tonight?” I changed subjects. 
“Of course.”
I nodded and turned to the coffee maker to pour a cup. I liked my coffee black so in no time, I was lounging in the recliner and digesting the caffeine. Kallie continued her work on a some kind of masterpiece. She could take random garbage, and I’m not exaggerating: most is garbage, and she could turn in to something of beauty. Our apartment now smelled like burnt metal most of the time. 
After getting my caffeine mix, I agreed to do Kallie a favor. I told her I would deliver a box of new pieces to the consignment store on Main Street. Yes, we had a Main Street. We also had a water tower that teens spray painted, loved our high school football and everyone knew everyone. 
I waved to Hank when he came out of Minnie’s diner as I walked down the walk to Marie’s shop. She’s been selling some of Kallie’s “up-cycled” jewelry for a few months now. They were a huge hit with the teens and Kallie was constantly stressed about keeping the store stocked. 
I dropped off the box after I bought a choicer made of a bike chain out for myself. I usually looked through the pieces before they went to sell, but it was a busy week. I hit the new bar built on the river a few times a this week and attended the college party as well. I wasn’t on the same sleeping partner as my roommates, so I didn’t get to see what Kallie was working on.
I strolled down the sidewalk in my tiny hometown to my car. Benches flanked with flower pots lined the skinny road that ran through the center of the town. Brick buildings lined the road filled with shops and apartments or offices on the top floors. We took price in our historical heritage around here. We didn’t have a Wal-Mart or a mall, but we had small town charm. 
I ducked into my car when I saw Kristen down the road. She was once a good a friend of mine in middle school and high school. Times have changed though, and we were no longer close. There was nothing I hated more than running into old classmates. I hated the fake smiles and phony voice you were expected to use when you asked how they have been. 
I dreaded the questions she would undoubtedly ask. How have you been? What have you been doing with yourself? I didn’t have a good answer to the questions. I didn’t finish school, I was single and I have been doing pretty shitty lately. Avoiding telling the former cheerleader and student council member all that would be fantastic. 
Kristen would no doubt see me driving away, but there was nothing she could do at that point. My car was a flashy red with a high spoiler. Ryder and Logan found the car for sale online and we drove to Michigan to pick it up when were seventeen. 
It was a Mustang from the nineties with a high aftermarket spoiler on the back. It looked faster than it actually was. The car became a trademark of Scarlett Brooks. The loud exhaust and bright color didn’t blend in well around here, so I was always easy to spot when driving around. 
Adam/Jacob wasn’t my first and only relationship. After my parent’s divorce, I tried to keep away from boys. But in high school, when boys are the center of every teenage girl’s world, that’s not so easy. Derek Wells was captain of the football team and asked me to go to homecoming dance with him. We soon became the school’s power-couple.
As the cheerleading team captain, we made the perfect and most cliched couple in the history of time. Really, it was straight out of a terrible teen movie, it was that typical. Holding hands at every football game, me wearing his jacket, making out in the backseat of his car; it was disgusting how adorable we were. 
It all went terribly off the hinges at practice one day. Derek must not have read the damn script for our cheesy movie called life and was caught making out with Tara White under the bleachers. Yes, the bleachers, because we actually do that here. I had been heartbroken and embarrassed beyond belief. Everyone saw him and I suddenly became the butt of all the jokes. 
Tara wasn’t one the popular girls. She was the girl who worked in library during her lunch period and barely spoke to anyone unless absolutely necessary. I was never one to bully and never teased her, or anyone else for that matter, but Tara was often the victim of teasing in the cruel society we called high school.
It took less than twenty-four hours for the people who were once my best friends and teammates to turn on me. Apparently, I was at the bottom of the social ladder because my boyfriend of nine months decided Tara White deserved the top and I no longer did.
The status never bothered me. I could live with going through the days not being recognized. What hurt the most was losing the people I thought were true friends to me. Kristen was one of those people. She walked the halls with Tara on her elbow and pretended I didn’t exist. Derek told me he loved me and I thought we could beat the odds. We could the high school sweethearts that made it real life. It was embarrassing, eye-opening and unforgettable. 
I didn’t date again in high school after that. Derek showed up mysteriously with a black eye and broken nose the day after. No doubt it was courtesy of my brother and his friends. I swore off getting emotionally involved with anyone. I never wanted to be made a fool of again. I could live the rest of my life avoiding the pain and rejection the experience gave me. 
I turned up the radio to the highest volume to drown out the memories. Once I returned to the apartment, I showered and spent an ungodly amount of time straightening my long hair. I was blessed with think dark hair, but it was difficult to tame. Although the bonfires were usually filled with the same people I’ve known my whole life, I always got primped for them. Who knows, maybe someone would bring a cousin or a friend from out of town that I could befriend for the night. 

Alyne Roberts Bio: Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up, loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children". Alyne is the author of "Light to the Darkness" and the "Conflicted Encounters" Series. To stay up to date on what Alyne is working on, teasers and more: Sign up for the newsletter. She loves to connect with readers so feel free to stalk her!

Monday, March 2, 2015

Release Day + Excerpt: Sidelined by Emma Hart

Three people. Three motives. Three reasons.
When the game leaves the field in the second book in the USA Today bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal, the future isn't the only thing on the line...

Macey Kelly has sworn off men. Unless they’re going to zip in and out of her apartment—and her vagina—quicker than they can give her an orgasm, she’s not interested. Finding out her boyfriend of three years got her cousin pregnant was a total confidence knock. Luckily for Macey, confidence is
something she has in abundance, so all Mitch’s asshole move did was make her pretty cynical toward men.
The last thing Jack Carr needs at the start of the season is for a dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts. Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless they’re the love ‘em and leave ‘em girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priority… not bedding Macey Kelly, despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon.
Avoiding each other is the perfect solution, but when your best friends are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isn’t always an option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the sweetest.
Until Mitch shows up with a bombshell that could shatter Macey’s perfectly carved out life. It’s been a year, but he isn’t giving her up, not now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons. Every single one of them.
Unfortunately for him, Jack Carr isn’t a loser. The star running back has his eye on the Vince Lombardi—and on Macey. But seeing her hanging between them both isn’t something he’s down with, not when he discovers why she’s so against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes she’s the ball being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that only one of them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she lived with and loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who understands her and makes her body come alive?
In this game, someone will be sidelined, and calling the play isn’t always as easy as it seems.

(SIDELINED is a full-length, standalone novel. It's not necessary to read BLINDSIDED before this book, but it is advised.)

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“Mitch.” I spit his name like the poison he is. “Seems he has a message for me.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Macey mutters, walking into the kitchen. 
She reaches for the tequila bottle, but I dart forward and spin her so her back is against the counter. No way is she drowning her shit in a tequila bottle this time. No fucking running.
“Leah says otherwise, so, M, why don’t you tell me about his message for me?”
“I said it doesn’t matter!” Macey’s eyes flash with an anger and vulnerability stronger than I’ve ever noticed before.
“It does to me!” I yell, leaning into her. My eyes search her face. “It fucking matters to me, babe, so spit it the hell out.”
“I said. It. Doesn’t. Matter.”
“I say you’re full of shit.” My mouth moves to her ear. “You gonna tell me or do I hafta fuck it out of you, huh? I’m not averse to either, but his name could really kill the mood when my cock is inside you.”
Macey shoves at me and I release her. She storms away from me, toward her room, then stops. “You wanna know? You really want to know what that asshole has to say to you?”
“Believe me, babe. I’d love him to say this bullshit to me. Seems he’s a pussy who has to use his ex-girl to tell me though. So let’s paraphrase. I’d love to know what that asshole has to get you to say to me, okay? Enlighten me, baby. Go ahead.”
“‘Tell your fuck buddy he’s playing to win a whole lot more than the Super Bowl this season,’” she whispers. “Or something along those lines. Close enough, I guess.”
Every nerve in my body goes on high alert. Electric jolt after jolt booms through me, my adrenaline peaking with his threat. The threat he can’t even fucking say to my face. More than that, every protective instinct in my body roars to life louder than an MC club starting their bikes. I feel those words crawling over my fucking skin, almost paralyzing in their determination but laughable in their weakness.
“Baby.” I move toward Macey, determined, certain, strong. 
She breathes heavily, her eyes screwed shut, her fists clenched at her sides. 
“Look at me.”
She shakes her head.
I grab her jaw and force her head up. “Look. At. Me.”
Her eyes open, and in them, I see a roaring sea of fear and uncertainty tinted with resignation to the words she expects. The words she won’t hear. 
“What?” Her whispered word is barely audible.
“If you don’t know the rules, you don’t play the game,” I rasp. “Now, Mitch? He thinks he knows the rules. He thinks he can come back into your life and dictate shit his way. I think he’s sorely fucking mistaken, because he has no idea who he’s messing with.” My fingers creep around to the back of her neck, and her back flattens against the wall. “I play a game every day of my life, baby. I know more rules than you can ever believe exist. He thinks he can meet you for a half-assed drink and threaten me? He’s a joke. I laugh. Really, I do.”
“What?” she breathes again.

“If your fucking ex thinks he can walk back into your life, into my life, and threaten me with taking something that is inconceivably, irrevocably, indisputably fucking mine, he has the shock of his life coming to him.” My words are growled into her ear. “Let him play, baby. He has no idea what he’s just done.”

From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two games.
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Cover Reveal + Excerpt: Getting Dirty by Mia Storm

We are so please to introduce brand new author Mia Storm with her debut release, Getting Dirty
Releasing on March 19th

A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?

"A thousand and one feels....Getting Dirty is a thrilling, tantalizing forbidden romance you do not want to miss! I not only devoured this book, it devoured me right back!"--Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling author of REAL

“What year are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said it until it’s out of my mouth.
Her eyes flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”
I feel my eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You look younger.”
She bites her lips between her teeth for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”
“Neither, I suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing that she’s not as off-limits as I originally thought. It’s nearing the end of January. Commencement will be here soon enough. She graduates and all bets are off.
“So…” she says, twisting a finger into the ends of her hair. “I know you like old, dead poets. How do you feel about hearing something fresher?”
I lean toward her. “Such as?”
“I’m reading in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on the fourth Friday of every month. There’s no prize money or anything, but I perform something new pretty much every month.”
“A poetry slam…” I want to say yes in the worst way, but it feels dangerously like a date.
She must read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too weird, no worries. I just thought, since you like poetry…”
She leaves the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”
The answer to that rhetorical question is that it’s not May yet and she hasn’t graduated. I’m risking everything I’ve worked the last three years toward. My entire future. But the voice of reason is being drowned out by the raging waves of something rolling up from the deepest layers of my being like an undertow. Something base and essential. And unrelenting.
“Do you want to meet me there?” she asks, standing from her seat and giving me a better view of the entire exquisite length of her.
“Yeah…that’s probably best.” Plausible deniability. No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue she’d be there. Just went to hear the poetry.
“Great,” she says as she gathers her book and shoves it in her bag. “It starts at nine. There are usually five or six poets and it’s a random draw, so I don’t know what time I’ll be reading.”
I nod without standing, no longer able to tame my erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”
“You know where Tino’s is?”
Electricity crackles under my skin. I’m really doing this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”

Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor

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