Friday, September 25, 2020

Blitz : Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

Publication date: February 16th 2021
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Romance
You should never fall for the bad guy…


Over thirty of your favorite USA Today and bestselling authors have come together to create an epic collection of forbidden, dark romance stories.

Get lost in this unputdownable mixture of short stories. From heroes to bad guys, there’s something for everyone.

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A person who stalks : a person who pursues someone obsessively.

Stalkers is a taboo romance collection jam-packed with captivating stories.

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Review : Swipe Right for Murder

Swipe Right for Murder by Derek Milman

Genre: Young Adult, Mystery, LGBT, Thriller, Suspense, 
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Pages: 336
Published August 6th 2019 by jimmy patterson

On the run from the FBI.
Targeted by a murderous cult.
Labeled a cyber-terrorist by the media.
Irritated texts from his best friend.
Eye contact with a nice-looking guy on the train.
Aidan has a lot to deal with, and he's not quite sure which takes top priority.

Finding himself alone in a posh New York City hotel room for the night, Aidan does what any red-blooded seventeen-year-old would do---he tries to hook up with someone new. But that lapse in judgement leads to him waking up next to a dead guy, which sparks an epic case of mistaken identity that puts Aidan on the run from everyone---faceless federal agents, his eccentric family, and, naturally, a cyber-terrorist group who will stop at nothing to find him.

He soon realizes the only way to stop the chase is to deliver the object everyone wants, before he gets caught or killed. But for Aidan, the hardest part is knowing who he can trust not to betray him---including himself.


So wow, so much about this book is just wow. I didn't even remember that I had this book on my tbr list until now and I've been pretty much binge read this book because I couldn't help but find myself sucked into this book. There is so much to process that'll leave you just as confused as Aiden. The suspense of wondering who was after him, who was the bad or good guy and wondering who to trust. Like my mind is in a jumble after reading this book, there was just so much to process and its not even a bad thing. I loved how this book turned out. 

Blitz : Confident in Chaps

Confident in Chaps by Em Petrova

(Crossroads, #2)
Publication date: September 21st 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

In Crossroads you make a deal to get what you want, but sometimes you get what you need instead.

Kaoz Bellamy left Crossroads to ride the range. Upon his return, he finds his girlfriend gone—and she even took his custom beer tap. Worse than the fact he won’t be accessing his favorite brewski anytime soon is the realization she isn’t coming back.

Did the big, jerk of a cowboy actually think Brielle would wait around pining for him, when he didn’t give any indication how he felt about her? No amount of rope in the county could tie her to that man again. But after one look at him, she finds that old flame still burns hot, his hands are just as perfectly rough…and he can still light her on fire with his kisses.

No matter how sexy and out of control their interludes are, Brielle will never fully trust Kaoz again. He claims he’ll do anything to win her back, even help out her pain-in-the-neck brother with his startup ranch. Kaoz never did see eye to eye with her family, but if he can help get her brother’s ranch on its feet, he just might have a second chance with the little firecracker he loves. Working alongside him means ample opportunities to remind her just how good he can make her feel too…and Brielle fears if she loses her heart to the determined cowboy this time, there might be no getting it back.


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Kaoz staying on the ranch. Too close for her comfort. Where exactly did the cowboy plan to sleep? 

While she turned the horse out to pasture again, she tried to keep the annoyance out of her movements. Then she stalked straight to the house and threw open the door. Everything looked the same. She didn’t see Kaoz’s plaid shirt tossed over the arm of the couch, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t infiltrated her life more than he already had. 

Rushing to her room, her heart drummed. The door stood partway open. She nudged it, sending it swinging all the way—and saw his bag on her bed. 

“Oh hell no.” She ran to the bed and unzipped the bag. A whiff of his masculine scent flooded out, wrapping her in its warm, spicy cocoon. 

She whipped up a shirt from the top of the bag and yanked on both sleeves, trying to rip it in half. The cloth didn’t even stretch an inch. Knowing that her need to tear things to shreds the way he’d shredded her heart wouldn’t work, she grabbed the whole bag and strode to the window. 

She threw it open and tossed out his shirt. It landed outside in the overgrown bushes. A bird flapped out, flying for its life. 

Next Brielle yanked out a T-shirt. “New Mexico? You can keep your New Mexico tourist T-shirt!” She rifled it like a football, but it only passed over the bush and landed in the yard. Item by item, she hurled them, balling up his socks and whipping them as far as she could throw them. Next came his shaving cream and razor—dumped straight into the bush.Good luck finding those, Bellamy. 

When the bag was empty, she chucked it out and then slammed the window shut. To her delight, the wind caught on his boxer shorts and carried them off through the yard. 

The heavy thump of a footstep on the floor made her whirl. Kaoz filled the entire doorway, his lips set in a grim line. 

“Your things aren’t here.” She spread her hands to indicate the space that only contained her belongings. 

He shot a look to the window and then slid it back to her. No, pinned it on her more like. Her heart flipped over. 

He stepped inside the room. She moved backward until the window ledge hit her thighs. 

“We need to talk, Brielle.” 

“There’s nothing to say. You left. You know I didn’t want you to. I thought I could wait it out, and I was wrong. I can’t go back and change your mind, Kaoz.” Her words rolled out in a rush. 

He took another step toward her. And another. When he stood in front of her, she was forced to tip her head up to look at him, even though she stood tall as well. 

“Get out of my room, Kaoz.” 

When he whipped out an arm and lashed it around her spine, surprise ripped a gasp from her. He yanked her in, and she grunted as she struck his solid as oak body. His warm breath washed over her lips, and all she saw were bright blue eyes a split second before his mouth crushed down over hers. 

Man. Steel. God, she missed this. Missed him. 

She melted for a moment before her sanity took hold again, and she shoved him away. 

“No, Kaoz! I told you we’re through.” 

He stepped away, his gaze lingering. He ran his tongue over his lower lip in a slow glide that had her thighs clenching. 

“I’m staying right here, sweet thing, until I convince you how I feel about you.”

Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.

She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys . In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor to other authors.

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Blitz : Prescription for a Lonely Heart

Prescription for a Lonely Heart by Rosalie Jardin

Publication date: September 21st 2020
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

“If we’re both still single when we’re thirty, we’ll marry each other . . .”

The marriage pact was made during a lazy day at the beach, half in jest, and seemingly forgotten by the boy who started it.

But ten years later, Kay hadn’t forgotten. She’s still shy and introverted, not interested in relationships. So when Adrian reappears in her life—two years early—and asks her to marry him now, she surprises herself by agreeing.

So now she must deal with her mother’s disapproval, his brother’s hostility, and a load of self-doubt. Can she forge a real relationship with Adrian? Has he really changed from a ladies man to someone she can trust? Will she be able to let go of everything she’s ever thought she wanted and reach out to grab a new future?

Prescription for a Lonely Heart is the first book on the “Hearts in Glencoe City” series. This friends-to-lovers standalone romance features a marriage pact, a calm-but-sassy heroine, a himbo with a heart, and a HEA guaranteed.


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“We should make a marriage pact.” My eyes almost popped out. My heart, too. “You know? If we both aren’t married by the age of thirty, we’ll marry each other.”

“​What?!“​ Now it was my turn to throw my head back and laugh. I laughed so hard, the sides of my stomach ached. “Oh no, no, no, no, no. ​No.​ That is not something I’m interested in, sorry.”

“Obviously if we end up marrying other people, the deal is null and void,” he pointed out. It did nothing to quash my resistance. “But you’re one of the nicest girls I know and I like hanging out with you. And I’m pretty sure that you can tolerate me for more than five minutes.”

My eyes were as wide as saucers. Was he for real? “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear all that, Adrian. You know you’re talking nonsense, right?”

“I’m not! Do you think I’m kidding? Why wouldn’t I make this pact with you?”

“Because a lot can happen in twelve years!” I stood up from my beach chair, exasperated. Where was this coming from? Did he conveniently forget this past year when we barely said a word to each other? The summer heat was messing with his brain. “People change, things change, the world changes! Pacts are made one day and broken the next.”

“The world can change all it wants, but if I’m able, I’ll always keep this promise no matter what.” The way he looked at me, eyes wide open with a hint of boyish charm, reminded me of why he was popular with the ladies at school. “I get that things may change and we may both end up married to other people and we could laugh about this later. But I can’t think of a better person to take this kind of pact with.”

My eyes fluttered closed. I willed myself to remain calm, and ordered my heart to keep steady. I had to admit that there was something flattering about being “proposed to” (and I’m using the phrase loosely) by the most “desirable” (or at least that’s what I’m told) guy in school. Between that wild wavy black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin, he was pleasing on the eyes. If you asked everyone else what made Adrian so attractive, they’d point out his toned muscular body or that bright smile of his. But it was his kind heart that mattered to me more.

If anyone could get me to consider agreeing to this kind of pact, it was him.

Rosalie Jardin is the pen name an American-born author living in British Columbia. Writing has been a passion since she was five, beginning with telling stories- which often got her in trouble with her teachers because they kept catching her writing instead of doing her schoolwork.

Rosalie considers herself to be living the glamorous geek mom life and channels that energy into her writings and her debut novel. Her characters rumble around in her head, demanding to have their stories told and, like any good author, she is just doing what she’s told.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

BLitz : Hometown Girl Memories

Hometown Girl Memories by Kirsten Fullmer

(Hometown #6)
Publication date: October 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

If you enjoy novels featuring strong women, this is a book you are sure to enjoy!

Winnie is content in her role as the reining matriarch of Smithville, but when a letter arrives from a long-lost friend, memories draw her back to 1968. Those were turbulent but exciting days, her college days; a time filled with people and events she hasn’t allowed herself to recall.

Tara appreciates Winnie’s help with little Bella, she could never manage motherhood and running her Inn without help. Even though she’s preoccupied and busy she’s noticed a difference in her husband, Justin. He’s up to something and her gut tells her there’s more to it than just busy schedules. Not one to sit still, she’s determined to find out what is going on.

Join in the fun as Smithville’s leading ladies unite in this charming, must-read novel filled with love; past, present, and future.


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Tara climbed from her car, and a hot September breeze tossed hair in her face. As she hurried to the back door of Winnie’s house, she wound her hair into a thick twist over one shoulder and glanced at her watch. Bella had already been with Winnie for an hour longer than planned, and she worried that the little monster had run the old woman ragged. Winnie was tough in her own right, but Lord knew Bella could wear down the devil himself.

She pushed open the kitchen door expecting to hear screeches of two-year-old laughter. Instead, she halted at the sight of Winnie sitting alone in silence. “Where’s Bella?” she sputtered in surprise. She hurried around the kitchen island to the old woman’s side. “What is it? Bella—”

Winnie swiped self-consciously at her cheek as she hurried to fold a sheet of paper and tuck it into an envelope. “Everything’s fine. Bella’s napping upstairs.”

Tara dropped onto the stool. This motherhood thing was aging her prematurely, she could feel it. The rise and fall of her blood pressure alone was enough to kill a person. Her gaze fell on the envelope as Winnie tucked it away, unwilling to share.

Winnie hobbled to the replica stove. “I tucked her into my bed when I saw you were running late,” Then, with a clank, she hoisted the antique tea kettle and plodded over to fill it at the sink.

Guilt replaced relief in Tara’s expression as she watched Winnie work. There was an unusual frailness about the old woman today. Had the letter upset her? The handwriting on the front had been spidery, like Winnie’s, and she’d only been able to make out the lone name, Kinkade, in the return address. No one she knew had that last name. It must be from one of Winnie’s old lady friends.

Had an old friend upset Winnie, or was Bella too much for a woman Winnie’s age? Winnie cherished the little girl, but the kid was fast and smart as a whip. It was all Tara could do to keep up her, so it must be even harder be for Winnie. “I really appreciate you letting Bella come here while I deal with morning checkouts. She runs wild the second my back is turned and gets into everything.”

Winnie placed the kettle on the stove and lit the burner. “The inn has been busy lately, hasn’t it?”

Tara wandered across the kitchen and opened an upper shelf. “I’m glad for the business, but it’s more than I can handle some days.” She took out cups and saucers and put them on the kitchen island. “Bella deserves more of my attention. It seems like all I do is holler at her, and that’s not the type of mom I want to be.”

Winnie arched a brow knowingly. “Do you think you’re the only mother who feels that way?” With tea tins in hand, she returned to the island. “Because I can assure you, you’re not.”

Tara pulled a lock of hair over her shoulder and ran her fingers through it. “I’m fine.”

Winnie gave the younger woman an I know better than that grandmotherly look.

Tara sighed. She’d never been able to hide anything from Winnie. “Oh, I don’t know, it just seems like I don’t enjoy anything anymore. Not Bella, not the Inn, not my time with Justin — like I get any of that,” she added under her breath. Winnie waited for Tara to continue. “I’m just— I’m too busy worrying about the next thing I have to do. I’m never even sure if I’m doing the thing I’m doing right.” She waved one hand. “You know what I mean.”

Winnie grunted, indicating that she did indeed understand, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she moved to her stool, eased up onto it, then adjusted her empty cup and saucer on the counter, deep in thought.

“Anyway,” Tara huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, “I need to hire a maid to help clean the guest rooms or something.”

“Or a maid and a manager,” Winnie offered.

Tara’s head whipped up. “A manager?”

“You’re surprised.”

“Well— yes,” Tara sputtered. “Why would I hire someone to do what I can do? I’ve run the Inn since it opened.”

“Because you’re only one person, dear, and running the Inn is a 24 -hour a day job. You’re a wife and mother too.”

Tara pulled a face. “But, we live there. That would be weird.”

The kettle rattled on the stove, then hummed to a low whine, so Winnie slid from the stool.

Tara followed her with her eyes. “Do you think I’m doing a bad job with the Inn?” She certainly felt overextended, but she hated to think that others had noticed.

“Don’t be silly,” Winnie scolded as she poured steaming water into their tea cups. “I can just see how exhausted you are, that’s all.”

Tara sniffed, watching Winnie return the kettle to the stove. Winnie didn’t hold back when it came to her opinion, but the old woman definitely felt a bit off today. “Are you feeling all right?” she asked. “Did Bella wear you out? I could see if Julia could take her tomorrow—”

“Don’t you dare,” Winnie interrupted, waving the pot holder at her. “I love that little girl — she’s no trouble at all!”

Yup, Winnie was definitely not herself today; usually, nothing ruffled her. Watching the old woman from the corner of her eye, Tara pried the lid from the tea tin and dug absently through tea bags.

Winnie collected spoons and returned to her stool, where she watched Tara with pursed lips. Once every tea bag was spread across the top of the island, she spoke. “You know there is only one type of tea in there. What are you looking for?”

Tara shrugged. “I can hope, can’t I?”

“No,” Winnie replied with a frown. “I only keep breakfast tea in there and you know it. You can bring your own if you don’t like it.”

Tara’s tea bag froze half dipped into her cup, her gaze searching the old woman’s face. Finally, she wrapped the tag around the handle of the tea cup, the way Winnie had taught her. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Winnie’s spoon clinked the sides of her cup, but she didn’t look up.

Kirsten is a dreamer with an eye for art and design. She worked in the engineering field, taught college, and consulted free lance. Due to health problems, she retired in 2012 to travel with her husband. They live and work full time in a 40' travel trailer with their little dog Bingo. Besides writing romance novels, she enjoys selling art on Etsy and spoiling their three grandchildren.

As a writer, Kirsten's goal is to create strong female characters who face challenging, painful, and sometimes comical situations. She believes that the best way to deal with struggle, is through friendship and women helping women. She knows good stories are based on interesting and relatable characters.

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Blitz : Out of the Ashes

Out of the Ashes by Tansey Morgan

(The Hellbound Hellion, #1)
Publication date: September 20th 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Fresh out of Hell and into the arms of angels. For a demon, nothing could be worse.

When a bunch of cultists drag me out of Hell to be their promised, demonic slave, I don’t have a choice but to slash their throats and claw my way to freedom. But the fight leaves me weak, and wounded I fall into the hands of the only thing worse than cultists.

Angels.

An overprotective guardian without a flock to watch over. A zealous lightbringer forced to pick sides. A lusty warrior hungry for a good… fight.

Escape is impossible. Each of them alone has enough power to destroy me utterly. Except they don’t. Turns out I’ve fallen into a warzone, angels are murdering angels, and I might be the answer to their problems.

Only I’ve got problems of my own. I have a demonic overlord to hunt down and kill for selling me like cattle. But first I have to shake the angels off, if I could only resist the pull of their bodies.

Out of the Ashes is a sizzling, enemies to lovers with sharp teeth and even sharper plot twists! If you’re looking for a fast, exciting read, then look no further – scroll up and pre-order now!


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Tansey Morgan is an up and coming author of Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy novels with a twist. Having published 11 novels in less than that many months, Tansey has quickly made a name for herself in the space. If your kind of books have magic, danger, strong, powerful females, and more hot guys than you could sink your teeth into in one sitting, then you've come to the right place!

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Blitz: Sleeping With Shadows

Sleeping With Shadows by Rachel Hailey

Published by: FyreSyde Publishing
Publication date: September 22nd 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Once The King of Nightmares, Ashe lost everything when he was betrayed. Released from prison, he’s got one goal: Stay Free. To make that happen he’ll have to rescue the girl who stole his crown while saving the court he’d rather see burn. But he can’t do it alone. He needs Callie.

Abused, neglected, and finally shunned by The Court of Light, Callie is done with court politics. It’s just too damned bad Ashe doesn’t care. He’s arrogant, manipulative, and dangerous. Everything she’s been taught to fear. It would be so easy to hate him, but the sadness in his gaze calls to her heart, and his touch awakens her own darkness. She has never wanted anyone more.

Callie is Ashe’s darkest desire, but to earn his freedom and prevent the destruction of humanity, she must embrace the destiny that will keep them apart. But is the safety of the world worth losing the kind of love he’s only dreamed of?


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THE SOFT KNOCK STAYED HER HAND. SHE LOOKED AT THE ALARM clock blinking in her palm as if the sound had somehow come from the object. 

Before she could respond, the door swung open. The light from the hall illuminated Ashe. Callie’s mouth ran dry. 

His shirt off, jeans unbuttoned and riding low on his hips, he looked like an advertisement for lust. Her eyes roamed over his perfect chest, following the swirling tattoos that curled down deliciously defined abs and continued under the denim waistband. 

Her pulse jumped as he came toward her. Only then did she remember she was naked, not that she cared. She dropped the alarm clock, it bounced from the bed to the floor. 

She ignored it. She only had eyes for Ashe. She bit her bottom lip as anticipation zinged through her body.

“Can’t sleep,” Ashe stated, his deep husky voice made her heart beat faster. 

“No,” she whispered, still poised on her knees in the middle of the bed. 

“You?” He stalked further into her room, as graceful as a hunting cat, and ten times more sensual than any human. 

This would be amazing. 

He stopped at the edge of the mattress and folded his hands behind his back. 

“Not so much,” he replied. 

“Need help?” 

“That’s my line,” he said but didn’t move from his spot. 

She laughed softly. “Then come help me.” She crooked her finger at him and watched with appreciation as his chest moved, sending muscles rippling. 

“Lay down.” The strain in his voice was so erotic. Excitement building, she did as he bid. “Close your eyes.” 

She should have expected him to be demanding. She grinned, loving it. Her sheet landed over her body before his hands deftly moved around her form, tucking her in so the sheet hugged the curves of her body. 

His hands lingered, sending goosebumps cascading across her skin. The bed dipped as he leaned over her. 

Callie moved her head so she could watch behind slitted eyes as he hovered. 

“We have to sleep.”

Sleep was the last thing on her mind. 

He brushed his fingertips across her lips, making her shiver. As his index finger lingered against her bottom lip, her mouth fell open, and she captured the digit between her teeth. He hissed in pleasure. Emboldened by the sound, she closed her lips around his finger and swirled her tongue around the tip. She tasted victory as she heard his breath speed. 

She nipped him playfully before letting go. He growled, causing her to giggle. 

“We really need to sleep.” Ashe’s eyes were glowing, and she could feel the beat of his magic. “You said that already.” 

“I know.” Ashe leaned closer, his lips parted. 

“Kiss me,” Callie whispered.

“That would be a bad idea.” His eyes seemed to grow brighter.


Rachel Hailey was born and raised in the South. She's all about that nerd life and in between writing she's dedicated herself to raising the next generation of nerds.If she's not online or staring at a book she can usually be found at the local game store rolling dice, shuffling cards, or planning her next cosplay.

Her childhood was most prominently shaped by the works of R.L. Stine, Stephen King, Anne Rice and the Brothers Grimm.

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