Monday 28 February 2022

Release Blitz: Filthy Professor.




Title: Filthy Professor
Author: Niquel
Genre: New Adult Romance Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2022


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I had two rules in life:

Never fall in love.
Never have sex with a student.

As a college preceptor, you’re not supposed to fraternize with your pupils, but what happens when you get a taste of the forbidden before you know it isn’t supposed to be yours?

That night at Brian’s bachelor party was epic. We danced, I dominated, and she left. One night, no further contact, no regrets, just how I liked it—until she walked into my algebra class the next week, and I knew the two rules I had in place had to change.

Never fall in love.
Never get caught having sex with a student.





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EXCERPT

“Cas, I wish you would have been honest and let me in instead of going through this by yourself. That is a lot on top of trying to teach a bunch of bratty college kids every day. I don’t know how you’re even functioning at all right now.” I knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping his tears away.
“I lost my dad when I was younger, and it still hurts me to this day. Were you close with yours?”
“No, he was an alcoholic prick and didn’t give a fuck about my sister and me after we hit puberty. Before the age of thirteen, he was great.”
“I’m sorry. I lost mine when I was eight, and he was my best friend. My mom did marry again, and my stepdad is great, don’t get me wrong, but I do miss my papa.”
He gazed into my eyes; both of ours were tear-stained. He took my hand and climbed on the couch, placing me on his lap. While straddling him, I swiped his hair away from his face and leaned in for a kiss. It was a tender moment until he gently pushed me back in frustration. “Taylin, I haven’t been sure of anything ever in my life, like I am sure that I don’t deserve you. I haven’t been fair to you at all, and there was no reason for that. You are a fucking gem, and I toss you away at any chance I get. I can’t deal with the emotions that come along with being around you. Plus, I don’t need the school board finding out about us. Teaching is the one thing that never fails me, and I can’t risk losing that.” His eyes shone sadness.
“Cas, I would never jeopardize your job. I know how I feel about you, and there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to be with you.” My hands rested on his shoulders, my thumbs rubbing soothing motions round and round to try and comfort him the best I could.






AUTHOR BIO


Niquel is a self-diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.

When she’s not busy she’s taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics.

Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.

You can contact her on her website www.authorniquel.com or Facebook www.facebook.com/author.niquel


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Cover Re-Reveal: Chasing Indigo.




Title: Chasing Indigo
A Pepper Jones Series Spinoff Standalone
Author: Ali Dean
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling
Release Date: April 1, 2019


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Ryan Harding. He’s running royalty. The guy I’ve been following online since I started this sport. Sure, I’ve got a crush on him, but so does nearly every other runner in the country. I’m an unknown in this world, it’s not like the prince of distance running is ever going to notice me, which is for the best. I’ve been down this road once before with the Mr. Perfect type, and I’m not doing it again.

Indigo Adams stood out the moment I saw her cross the finish line. She’s not only got a gorgeous stride and stellar kick, but possesses the tenacity and drive required to reach the top. She’s the perfect fit for our newly-formed team in Colorado, though her running potential isn’t the only thing that’s captured my attention. Indigo seems skeptical of our selection of her and even more skeptical of me and my intentions. What will it take for her to see she belongs here in Brockton, on this team… and with me?







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EXCERPT

“Ladies first.” Ryan gestures before grabbing our water bottles and placing them in the tub’s cup holders. He’s got a stool against the tub and when I take a step onto it, he moves behind me, putting an arm on each side. It’s not as if I’m going to fall, but I like the protective movement. Too much.
Friends, Indy. He’s your coach. Your teammate. Nothing else.
“Oh!” I gasp as the hot water hits my legs. He chuckles, hovering behind me as I wade in, reluctant to get all the way in so quickly. After a moment, the initial shock of heat wears off and I ease the rest of my body in until I’m submerged up to my neck. I take the seat with the view, and Ryan slides in beside me. This is the best spot to see the sunset so I don’t dwell on his seating choice.
“Oh man, the jets are hitting my lower back and it’s like a massage,” I say on a groan as I shift to get the best angle.
Ryan clears his throat. “We really should figure out a way to get you regular massages, Indy.”
Ryan asked me the other day if I needed help finding a masseuse and I gave him crazy eyes. Only pros in the league of the Pepper Wilders and Maisy Whites of the world get regular massages. Or so I thought. Ryan gave me a lecture about how important massage is to keep my muscles loose and injury-free, especially with the kind of mileage we’re doing. It’s true I’ve been fighting some aches and pains, but nothing I’ve told him about. And I haven’t felt that spark in my legs in weeks. They’re just tired, all the damn time. But it’s to be expected. I’ll get it back once we’ve tapered.
“I know I can get a deal somewhere but it just seems indulgent at this stage of my career. I’m a new pro,” I remind him, as if he could forget.
He turns blue eyes on me. “You don’t think you deserve to take care of your body as well as other runners do?”
Something tightens inside of me at his question but I play it off with an eyeroll. “Ryan, you know massages cost money. I can stretch and roll out and get what I need for free. Plus, now we have this sweet hot tub.” I raise my leg up to one of the jets. “See? It’s massaging my quad.”
Now he’s the one to roll his eyes.
“Come here,” he says, and before I can react he’s grabbed my legs and placed them in his lap. Firm hands begin kneading my calf and I try to suppress a moan. It slips out. “Oh maaaaan that feels good.”
“Your calves are fucking tight,” Ryan half-whispers, probably to hide the frustration I can feel brewing inside him that I won’t get regular massages.
I melt into his touch, and I can’t even pretend to protest as he works my legs over slowly and steadily with his hands. The colors from the sunset dance around us until the sky darkens. My eyes have drooped shut when I feel hands at my waist, shifting me until I’m between his legs. He starts to knead my neck, working down my arms and to my lower back. A different kind of warmth begins to spread now, this one emanating from my lower belly.
My breathing becomes shallow and I hope he doesn’t notice. Once he’s massaged every inch of my skin he hands me a water bottle and I take the opportunity to slide a few inches away.
After gulping half the water bottle down I thank him, praying he doesn’t notice the huskiness in my voice. I press the cold bottle to my forehead.
“Anytime,” he murmurs.
Stealing a glance his way, I note the redness in his cheeks and wonder if it’s from sitting in here for so long or if he’s embarrassed that his hands were just all over my body. The only muscles he didn’t place his hands on were my glutes. Not that I would have minded.
Our eyes hold each other for a moment before he clears his throat, something he’s been doing a lot tonight. “We should get out. It’s not good to stay in too long.”
I nod, even though I don’t want this to end. Whatever it is, I sense something stirring between us, and I want to figure it out. As I step out of the water and walk over to the deck railing to grab my towel, I remember it’s likely all one-sided. I’m the one who practically stalked him online for the past five years. I’m imagining the heat between us. Just because I felt something entirely inappropriate while he was touching me, doesn’t mean he felt it too. He was giving me a massage because he’s my coach, teammate and friend. I repeat the terms like a mantra in my head as I wrap the towel around me.






AUTHOR BIO


Ali is a USA Today Bestselling author of sports romance books. She has always loved to read, especially when there's a happily ever after, but found that there weren't enough books out there featuring girl athletes. So, she decided to work on that. Like the heroines in her books, Ali is an athlete, with running and skiing her favorite sports these days. Ali hails from Vermont and now lives in her own happily-ever-after in Colorado with her husband, two sets of twins (yes, you read that correctly) and golden retriever Pancake. When she's not pursuing an outdoor adventure, Ali's less healthy passions include ice cream, coffee, and beer.


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Release Blitz: Wasted Love (With You).




Title: Wasted Love (with you)
Series: Wasted Love Trilogy #1
Author: Whitney G.
Genre: Contemporary/Light Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2022


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The last time my husband gave me an orgasm was … Well, that's never happened.

And from the way our marriage is crumbling under the weight of his lies, it never will.

Alas, after fighting like hell for a divorce, I promise myself that I'll never waste love on anyone else.

I don't even want to 'date' anyone else.

But that's until I literally run into a man who leaves me breathless at first sight, a man who etches his way into my memory with nothing more than a single smile and a question.

He's an enigma who doesn't want to give me his first name—a man who has more secrets than answers—and from the sexy smirk on his lips, I know that I should stay far away from him.

I try to keep my distance, but he pursues me anyway ...

When he offers me a job I can't refuse, I throw caution to the wind and take a chance.

I should've thought about this a little more.

Little do I know, this man is about to take me on a dangerous ride that might cost me everything.

Book 1 in the wickedly addictive Wasted Love trilogy.





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AUTHOR BIO

Whitney G. is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author. Her books are currently published in over a dozen languages.

She lives deep in the Tennessee woods and spends most of her time drinking coffee while penning dirty-talking alpha males.

Find out more about her next project at www.whitneygbooks.com

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Release Blitz: Royal Pickle.




Title: Royal Pickle
Author: JJ Knight
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
Release Date: February 28, 2022


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He’s a prince who can’t keep his pants on. She writes dirty limericks in a Brooklyn deli. Their spontaneous royal wedding is a match made in mayhem.

I have to find a wife.
And not just any wife.
A love match.

My parents gave me ten years to find a princess on my own, and the deadline has arrived.

I’ve outrun the palace guards for months, but due to an incident with a rooster Speedo that went viral, they have tracked me to America.

I’m not known for my stellar taste in the opposite sex. The last one put my naked pictures on Instagram.

But there is this one girl. I saw her in a New York deli making sandwiches. She helped me escape the photographers.

Smart. Beautiful. Quick-witted.
Yes. I choose her.

Now all I have to do in convince her to marry me.

In the next seven days.
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Royal Pickle is a standalone romantic comedy about a prince on the run, a poet with a dream, and a made-up European country where everyone likes to sing and dance. With donkeys.

You do not have to read the rest of the Pickleverse to enjoy Royal Pickle, which is the love story of Sunny, the last unmarried Pickle cousin. You can start right here.








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EXCERPT

“I like the sneaky workings of your brilliant mind.” The Prince tugs the Pickle deli hat low on his head, almost obscuring those devilish eyes.

We cross the kitchen to the back door, Rachel trailing behind.

He tugs it open and peers out. “Which way?”

I point down the alley. “Head to that street, then to the right two blocks. The photographers are headed the other way.”

He turns to grin at me. “You’re really saving me here. Can I kiss you?”

I take a step back. “Uh. No.”

“Damn. I never like to leave a beautiful girl unkissed. Handshake then?”

I hold mine out. “Sure.”

He grips my palm and my whole body feels electrified, like he carries a charge. I stare at my hand after he lets it go.

He touches the hat brim, and then he’s gone.

Rachel peers out the door. “Awww, Sunny, why didn’t you kiss him?” She crosses her arms over her green deli apron. “I could have been your waiting lady or something.”

I push the door closed. “If he kisses every girl he sees, he doesn’t sound like happily-ever-after material.”

Rachel kicks out her hip. “He didn’t ask to kiss ME.”



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AUTHOR BIO


JJ Knight is the USA Today and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic comedy including Tasty Mango and Big Pickle.


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Friday 25 February 2022

Release Blitz: Gabe.




Title: Gabe
Series: The Darkness Within #2
Author: Taylor K. Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2022


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Francesca
It all began with a sex addict, a swinger’s party, and a smug American!
Actually, it began when I slipped into bed with a man who wasn’t my fiancé; a sexual pro with enough charm to break down my resistance.
However, I am a Farrington, an heiress to the family business, but only when I marry my fiancée.
Gabriel Harrison was supposed to be a distraction during a mutually agreed reprieve from my engagement. So, imagine my surprise when I find myself looking into his eyes at a swinger’s party.
Could fate be pushing me against the life I always believed to be my destiny?

Gabe
People see me as the protector; the loyal best friend; the man who fought for his country. But to Francesca Farrington, I was merely an irritant to taint her perfect holiday.
The girl was both nuts and rude. But she possessed something inexplicable, something I couldn’t ignore. After one hot night between the sheets, she left, and I moved on.
Or so I thought.
A year later, she’s standing in my house with a bowl of keys.
My demons have kept me guarded, but could fate be telling me to take a chance on this beautiful enigma?

SERIES NOTE:
This is the second novel in ‘The Darkness Within’ series. The first novel, ‘The Darkness Within’ is available now on kindle unlimited. It is a standalone but does mention character from the first novel.







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EXCERPT

Prologue
Sicily, Italy
Cesca

It might be early, but my eyes have well-adjusted to the dim light; I can see more than enough to reach out for the small, black, velvet box that is currently sitting inside of my hotel room safe. Pulling it out like it’s something fragile, something that might break if I so much as breathe on it, I hold it in the palm of my hand for a while. After what feels like much too long to be standing still while mid-getaway, I take a chance and glance over at the naked man still lying on top of the king-sized bed I just vacated. Gabe’s huge body is wrapped around the white cotton sheet, cuddling it as though it’s a warm body. This, together with his gentle breathing, allows me to let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he’s still safely sleeping. I wait for the guilt to creep through me, but it doesn’t. Not yet.
When I finally make my peace with what I’m about to do, I quickly pace towards my bag. It’s already sitting on the small table next to the door, just waiting for me to whip it away so I can begin my walk of shame. It’s where I finally decide to open the box and slip the diamond band onto my ring finger. It feels uncomfortable, weighty, and cold, so I flex my hand a few times to try and adjust to it being there again. It still feels tighter than Gabe did being inside of me last night. The memory of which causes me to blush with a distinct heat spreading over my cheeks.
“Morning!” The word floats across the room before I can make my silent escape. I find myself closing my eyes to it, as if the action will wipe away the reality of him having caught me.
“Going somewhere?”
My breath catches at the sound of Gabe’s deep, croaky voice. Without conscious thought, I quickly drop my arms to my sides to try and conceal the ring, and with it, my betrayal. I must look guiltier than the kid who got his hand caught inside the biscuit tin. His soft laughter that immediately follows my hasty decision to try and hide my secret, permeates through me, effectively taunting me with the knowledge that he’s already seen it.
“No need to hide it from me now, sugar,” he grins with judgment, causing my eyes to dart to the floor with the guilt that has finally caught up with me.
When I eventually find the courage to face those penetrating eyes of his, the ones that had held my gaze a number of times in the throes of passion last night, I find him casually resting the back of his head against his hands. He is clearly amused by this sudden revelation and seems to be thoroughly enjoying my discomfort, especially with his naked body and arrogant smirk unashamedly on display for anyone to gawk at.
Come on, Cesca, it was his confidence that both frustrated and captured you in the first place!
“Enjoy the rest of your holiday, Gabriel,” I finally mutter with an embarrassed quietness. We stare at one another for an awkward moment before I finally pick up my bag and turn to leave, hoping against hope he will let me do so without any other words.
“Francesca?” he calls just as I’m about to walk out the door, and without any hint of urgency. I don’t bother to turn to face him, instead, I brace myself for whatever he’s about to deal me. Something that will no doubt be full of judgment. “Congratulations!”







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AUTHOR BIO

In reality, I live a bit of a crazy life with my husband and two daughters, who always keep me smiling. When I’m not running around being a wife, mother, and infant school teacher, my nose is usually inside of a book or lost behind a screen, typing away at my newest story. I love a bit of choccy, a good glass of wine, and getting lost in music which often gives me the inspiration for my writing.


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Release Blitz: Loving Rose.




Title: Loving Rose
Series: Tortured Teager #2
Author: Vikki Jay
Genre: Small Town Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 25, 2022


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Zander.

My fianc̩, CEO of our company, is offering me everything on a silver plate Рfamily, love, security.
Things I’ve missed all my life.

My heart almost catapults out of my body whenever I realize how perfectly Zander has filled the empty hole in my heart.

He turned his life upside down for me.

He calls me by my name. A word he dreaded all his life.

He moved to Cherrywood for me, because this is the only place where I feel like home.

Now he’s patiently waiting for me to say three words: I am ready.
But I’m not.

Marrying Zander and starting the family he wants would mean placing my trust in fate, believing that I’m truly safe… that my children would be truly safe.

He’s promising me the future of my dreams, but how can I let go of the past?

Loving Rose is the second and final book in Rose and Zander’s story.







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EXCERPT

“Then teach me.”
“Are you sure?” His gaze doesn’t leave my face, and I know he’s checking for any of my nervous tics.
“I might be shy about these things, Zander, but I want to experience, or at least try, everything with you.”
A playful smile plays on his lips at my words. “Everything. That’s a big word, couch girl.”
“Not as big as you,” I murmur, rubbing myself against his hardening p****
“Oh, Rose. You shouldn’t have done that, babe.” He leans forward and grabs my lavender pillow from the bed. Throwing it on the floor next to my feet, he says, “Get on your knees. Class starts now.”
My hands move from where they were resting on his chest. Zander grabs them at the last moment and helps me get down.
“What should I do?” In this position, I’m eye level with the towel knot around his waist.
“Close your eyes.”
I look at him in confusion. How can I do this with my eyes closed? I’m not even sure I can do it right with my eyes wide open. But when Zander simply stares down at me, waiting for me to follow his instruction, I comply.
“Do you really want to do this, couch girl?”
I smile despite the nerves. My heart swoons at his tenderness, and some of the nerves settle down.
He knows my heart.
I open my eyes and nod, determined to give him the best blow job in the whole world.
“Then remove the towel. I’m all yours.”






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In those early morning hours when I’m alone, my imaginations run wild and I pen down the life of people living in my head. All my life, I have lived in small towns in different parts of the world. The friendships, the camaraderie that people share around me inspired me to create Cherrywood and St. Peppers, the two towns where all my stories take place.

I write about beautiful coincidences, finding love in unexpected places and times, and fighting hard to get that happily ever after.

I reject to read, see, write anything that does not promise a HEA.
My characters are sexy yet shy, strong yet reserved…

I am married to a man whom I fell in love at an age of 15, proposed him at an age of 23 and married at an age of 30. He has no clue what I write or do when he is snoring quietly in the next room.


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