Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Cover Reveal for BREAK OF DAY by Andie J. Christopher


BREAK OF DAY 
by Andie J. Christopher
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pub Date: 9/12/2017


One Mistake
Carla Hernandez needs to drop off the glamorous Miami grid. Her aunt's house in Havana seems the perfect place to get over being dumped by her fiancé—and figure out why she keeps messing up her life. But photojournalist Jonah Kane’s unexpected presence is one sizzling mistake she’s hungry to make.
One Temptation
Jonah thought his favorite Cuban refuge would help him get some badly-needed peace. Still, he’s ridden out way worse than the tropical storm trapping him with Carla. And he’s going to handle this spoiled little princess on his own dominant, seductive terms just until the storm is over. Too bad this sexy wild card only makes him only want more. And more . . .
No Restraints
Now Carla’s back home—but not quite alone. When her baby is born, she’s going to raise it on her own, no matter how much she still burns for Jonah. But Jonah can’t get over her irrepressible spirit or the passion they shared. And trying to walk away is only making things too hot to resist . . .



Andie J. Christopher writes edgy, funny, sexy contemporary romance. She grew up in a family of voracious readers, and picked up her first Harlequin romance novel at age twelve when she’d finished reading everything else in her grandmother’s house. It was love at first read. It wasn’t too long before she started writing my own stories—her first heroine drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit. Andie holds a bachelor's degree from the University of Notre Dame in economics and art history (summa cum laude), and a JD from Stanford Law School. She lives in Washington, DC, with a very funny French Bulldog named Gus.





Truly, Madly Whiskey by Melissa Foster Excerpt Reveal and Review Tour

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Melissa Foster has a sexy new standalone, Truly, Madly, Whiskey coming out April 10th. Check out the excerpt she’s sharing with us and preorder your copy today!

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Title: Truly, Madly, Whiskey

Author: Melissa Foster

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: April 10th

About Truly, Madly, Whiskey:

A new, emotionally riveting, sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster. Watch mysteriously sexy Bear Whiskey claw his way to his happily ever after with sassy, rebellious Crystal Moon. In TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY... Eight months is a long damn time to have the hots for a woman who keeps a guy at arm's length. But Crystal Moon is no ordinary woman. She's a sinfully sexy, sass-mouthed badass, and the subject of Bear Whiskey's midnight fantasies. She's also one of his closest friends. Just when Crystal thinks she has her life under control, scorching-hot, possessive, aggressive, and fiercely loyal Bear pushes all her sexual buttons, relentless in his pursuit to make her his. The more Bear pushes, the hotter their passion burns, unearthing memories for Crystal that are best kept buried. But there's no stopping the collision of her past and present, catapulting the two lovers down an emotional and sexually charged road that has them questioning all they thought they knew about themselves.

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 TMW_PreOrderPrice_AD3 Exclusive Excerpt: CRYSTAL FLEW THROUGH Truman and Gemma’s front door like wildfire, eating up everything in her path. Her raven mane was soaking wet, framing her beautiful, scowling face as she stormed into the living room. Her black hoodie hung open over a Rolling Stones T-shirt, and her piercing baby blues threw daggers. Her skintight black jeans had tears along her thighs and beneath her knees, revealing flashes of her tanned skin. Skin he’d like to touch and taste and have wrapped around him. She stopped a few feet from Bear and set her hand on her hip. “Give me a paintbrush, or a roller, or a goddamn gun for all I care. Just give me something and get out of my way.” They’d finished painting ten minutes ago. Bear chuckled at her vehemence. She was sexy as sin no matter what mood she was in, but this tigress before him made him want to comfort her and fuck her at once. “Hard night, sugar?” She narrowed her eyes. “Not hard enough. And I’m not your sugar. I need to work out my frustrations.” She thrust out a hand, obviously waiting for a paintbrush. He grabbed that delicate little hand and hauled her against him. His entire body flamed. Several months of playing cat and mouse was way too long. Her eyes darkened and her breathing shallowed. Bear was done messing around. This brazen beauty not only wanted him, but she needed him. She just didn’t know it yet. “What do you think you’re doing?” She spoke in a low voice and probably meant it to sound threatening, but she sounded sultry and hard to resist. He cupped her chin, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, and the air rushed from her lungs. His hand slid over her hip. She had the sleek, sexy curves of a ’61 Harley-Davidson Duo-Glide, and he couldn’t wait to rev her up and make her purr. “Giving you what you need. A wild Whiskey night is the perfect remedy for your frustrations.” “Uncle Be-ah!” Three-year-old Kennedy ran into the room wearing a Dora the Explorer nightgown and clutching the Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed toy Bear’s younger sister, Dixie, had given her. She squeezed between them. Truman had rescued his younger siblings, Kennedy and Lincoln, from a crack house after their mother overdosed. He and Gemma were raising them as their own. Crystal smirked at Bear and arched a brow. He reluctantly released her. Cock blocked by a three-year-old. “Hi, pretty girl.” Crystal gave Bear a snarky look as she crouched and hugged Kennedy. “This cuteness is all I need after a frustrating evening.” “Why are you fwustrated, Auntie Cwystal?” Kennedy still had a hard time pronouncing r’s, and the way she spoke turned Bear’s insides to mush. “I’m not anymore, thanks to you.” “I came to kiss you and Beah good night.” She gave Crystal a tight hug and kiss, then reached her spindly arms up to Bear and went up on her toes. He lifted her up, and she wound her arms around his neck. “Thank you for letting me help you paint.” Kennedy yawned and rested her head on his shoulder. “The house will be pwetty for Mommy and Tooman’s—I mean Daddy’s—wedding.” Although Kennedy and Lincoln were Truman’s siblings, when Lincoln had begun talking, he’d called Truman Dada, and Kennedy had said she wanted to call him that, too. Sometimes she forgot and called him Tooman. Bear ran his hand down her back. It was hard to believe it had been less than a year since Truman had found them. Kennedy had gone from a rail-thin, frightened little girl to a healthy, happy member of not just Truman’s family, but Bear’s, too. “You’re the best painter around, sweetheart. Thank you for helping me.” He lifted his eyes, catching Crystal watching him with a warm—interested?—look in her eyes. He liked that a whole lot. Crystal’s eyes skittered away. “Hey, Ken? Where’s Mommy?” “She’s giving Lincoln a baf.” Crystal smiled. “Want me to take you up to bed?” “Yes,” Bear and Kennedy said at once. Crystal rolled her eyes at Bear and reached for Kennedy. Bear put an arm around Crystal’s waist, ignoring her glare. “I’m escorting two of my favorite girls upstairs. Deal with it.” He guided her toward the stairs, where they ran into Truman on his way down. Truman stood eye to eye with Bear, his dark eyes moving between the two of them. His lips curved up and he shook his head. He must have read the annoyed expression on Crystal’s face, because he reached for Kennedy. “I think I’ll intervene. Thanks, guys.” After he went upstairs, Crystal said, “You can let go of me now.” “No thanks.” He kept a hold of her as she stalked back to the living room. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?” “No. I want to paint.” She squirmed out of his grip and he tugged her back. “If you think I’ll let this go, you’re wrong. Talk to me. What’s got you so irritated?” “Jesus, Bear,” she snapped. “I’m not yours. You don’t have to protect me.” He ignored her comment because she knew damn well how things worked with the Whiskeys. More importantly, she knew him well enough to know he’d never sit idly by and let her get hurt. If someone had pissed her off, he’d straighten them out. “You’re not mine yet,” he conceded. “God, you’re so arrogant and handsy and…Ugh!” She pushed away. “I just had a rough visit with my mom, that’s all.” “What happened?” Her not wanting to go into specifics didn’t surprise him. She’d always been cagey about her parents. She grabbed the ladder and dragged it toward the far wall. He took it from her, and she glared at him again. She was the most stubborn woman he’d ever known. She was also sharp, confident, and possibly the most sensitive person he knew, though she’d never admit to it. Those were just a few of the things he found utterly entrancing about her. Her arms were crossed, and he was pretty sure if it were possible she’d have steam coming out of her ears. “Can we just paint?” “Sorry, sugar, but we’re done for the night.” “Seriously?” She looked around the room, and her stomach growled. Her lips curved up at the edges as she spread a hand over her belly. Perfect. He whipped out his phone, texting Tru and telling him he was taking Crystal out for a bite to eat. “Grab your bag. We’re going out to eat.” He draped his arm over her shoulder and headed for the front door. “I’m not hungry.” He gave her his best deadpan stare. Challenge rose in her beautiful eyes. “You don’t tell me what to do.” “All right. Your stomach’s growling. Obviously you’re hungry. Let’s go grab something to eat.” She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s telling.” “Christ, woman.” She had no idea how much he adored this side of her. They’d never been on an official date, but they’d gone to grab a bite to eat spur-of-the-moment like this plenty of times. “Are you hungry?” “I could eat.” “Great,” he said. “Let’s go.” “Oh my God. Really? Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to ask a woman if she’d like to go out to eat?” “Are you telling me to ask you out on a date?” He slid his arm around her waist again and waggled his brows. “No.” She laughed. He loved her laugh. It was brazen and loud, like her. “Damn. Thought I got lucky. Crystal Moon, would you like to grab a burger with me?” She picked up her bag from the floor. “Fine. But I need to tell Gemma. You’re so bossy.” “You totally dig bossy, and I already texted Tru and told him.” “Presumptive and bossy.”  
Bear and Crystal

This is a brand new author for us and I have to say that we enjoyed our first read by her.This was one of the most funniest books that I have read so far this year.

I loved the characters they were funny, engaging,smart, sexy, a super hot!This was a super cute love story loaded with humor mixed with a bit of family drama .Then throw in there  a possessive dark and sexy tattooed biker in the mix and you have a super fun relaxing read.

I enjoyed  all the characters but Bear was a favorite of mind this guy was super sweet,had a sense of humor,a big old heart,was possessive,hot,was patient,kind,understanding and just a great guy all around with tons of artistic talent.I love how he was always putting family first.I loved his interactions in and out of bed with Crystal .He teased her all the time and was constantly calling her pet names and some of them just were just hilarious.I loved how he pursued Crystal with such patience never giving up knowing she would be worth it once she gave into their mutual attraction.I love the chemistry he had with Crystal and also how playful he could be trying to get her to lower her shields and let him in.I loved how he worried about if she was always alright and gave her the space she needed as it warred against his protective nature to do just the opposite.I could not help and make the fall myself when it came to Bear as he would make any girl the perfect mate..

Crystal was outspoken,kind,sexy,talented,love able .I found her to be funny and had a sense of humor but she was also carrying around one big hefty secret that weighed on her mind.My heart went out to Crystal .I know she was trying so hard to overcome her past and how it affected her now but, every time It looked like she was moving forward she was stepping back.I felt her pain and hesitation as you know that she so wanted to move forward and find the happiness she new she would have with Bear if she could just get over her own fears.

Bear and Crystal made the perfect couple.I truly believe that fate stepped in and put each other in one another's path because Bear was the perfect person to help Crystal heal. All he had to do was love her with his warm and generous heart and be the kind and patient man that he was.I loved the sexual banter that went on between this couple how they had a way with words that gave me quite a few laughs throughout this entire story.

My favorite quotes and scenes in the book were when Bear constantly teased Harley the cat for being a cock-block way to funny had me laughing out loud more than once.

A recommend read that had a bit of humor,family and personal drama,secrets coming to life, one finding love and happiness and also one cutting ties to the things that bring you  pain and unhappiness.  All these things put together made this story a enticing fun read from cover to cover.I will be sure to read more books by this author and  I look forward to getting to know the other Whiskey brothers as well .

This goes into the keeper pile for when you are feeling and bit low and you need a pick me up. This story will have you laughing again in know time at all.

5 star read from us !


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About Melissa Foster:

Melissa Foster 
 Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance (M/F, M/M, F/F), romantic suspense, thrillers, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod. Melissa is available to chat with book clubs and welcomes comments and emails from her readers. Visit Melissa on Facebook or her personal website. Never miss a brand new release, special promotions or inside gossip again by simply signing up to receive your newsletter from Melissa.  

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Getting Him Off Quickly by CR Lemons Book Blitz and Giveaway


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Book Title: Getting Him Off Quickly 
Author: CR Lemons 
Genre: Erotic Thriller 
Release Date: June 5, 2014 
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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This fast-paced and engrossing narrative of murder investigation and steamy adult romance will stimulate the mind and get the body yearning for more.

Paralegal Daisy Sinclair works for a well-known successful criminal defense attorney in downtown Fort Worth. She works hard and plays even harder, but has a code to never mix business with pleasure. This code is tested when her boss hires Warren Cole as a criminal investigator to partner with her in a case defending a prominent figure against a double murder charge.

Investigator Cole is a gorgeous six foot five former homicide detective and Navy SEAL with piercing emerald green eyes, unkempt jet black hair, caramel tan complexion and rock hard body. When Daisy catches herself imagining him handcuffed to her bed while investigating the crime scene, she soon realizes mixing business with pleasure maybe unavoidable.

Daisy is a strong-willed free spirit who plays by her own rules and Warren is a cocky alpha male who is accustomed to going by procedure. This combination makes for an interesting and entertaining investigative team. As they set out to prove their client’s innocence, they find themselves on a suspenseful winding journey of the many suspects and motives to discover things may not be what they seem, or are they?

Between finding out who committed the murders and the provocative sexcapades this novel is sure to satisfy.

 
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“I have such an active imagination and I truly enjoy transcribing it into words. As I am writing, the people, places, and things come to life before me and I completely lose myself. Writing is my meditation. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Thank you and happy reading.”

After receiving a degree in paralegal studies, C. R. Lemons was a paralegal for many years until deciding on a career change of currently managing her award-winning, family-owned business.

As a child, she would sneak her mom’s romance novels and lose herself in them. She always had an active imagination and dreamt of sharing it through writing. This dream finally came true with her Getting Him Off Series... Getting Him Off Quickly (Book 1), Getting Him Off Secretly (Book 2), Getting Him Off Completely (Book 3), Getting Him Off Sweetly (Book 4) & Getting Him Off Finally (Book 5); her standalone novella, The Mysterious Mr. Blackstone; and, her two poetry collections... Naughtiness is Contagious, An Orgy of Erotic Poetry, & Poetic Nympho. For the latest list of books by C. R. Lemons, please visit her website at http://www.crlemons.com. 

As an erotic thriller novelist, C. R. Lemons is a self-proclaimed occasional naughty poet. Her love of writing started through poetry in her teens. She was inspired to start writing poetry again and found a talent in the erotica.

C. R. Lemons is a native Texan who enjoys her coffee strong, her music rockin’ and her life full of laughter.
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S C Daiko Game On Release Blitz


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Title: Game On 
Author: S.C. Daiko 
Genre: Contemporary, YA, Sports romance
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The music takes me away, the throbbing bass rhythm carrying me into a whirlpool of movement; I sway my hips, arms crossed above my head. I’ve drunk too much but what the hell… I’m having fun. Moving my ass in time to the beat, I head back to the table and take another sip of vodka lemon, trying to act as if this is what I do every Saturday night. The drink burns its way down to my belly, and stokes my excitement.
Megan, my bestie and the bride-to-be, grins at me from where she’s sprawled on the corner sofa of the nightclub. “You okay, my lovely?”
“Having a blast,” I say, giving her a high-five.
We’re here on the party island of Ibiza for her hen weekend… me, my twin sister Sophie (who’s not drinking as she’s trying for a baby) and Meg’s sister, Lowri, who’s had more than Meg and I combined. Lowri shoots me a tipsy look. “You’re such an amazing dancer,” she slurs.
Dance is my exercise of choice, and I love it. I grab her hand and pull her onto the floor, spinning her around while I shimmy to the sound, tossing my hair back from my face. “Oh God,” Lowri squeals, and her face turns green, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oops,” I lead her back to the chair she just vacated. “Put your head between your knees, sweetie, and I’ll fetch you a glass of water.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m back on the dance floor, having left the recovering Lowri with Meg and Soph. I’m lost in my own world, a world of music and movement. All around me, people are caught up in the buzz of the rave, a mosh-pit of gyrating bodies high on hedonism. Dutch house bounces off the walls, the floor vibrates beneath my feet, and lights strobe across the ceiling.
I smell him before I see him, a mix of musky male sweat and woody cologne. He towers over my five foot six frame, broad shoulders, slim waist, and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not wearing my glasses, and his denim-blue eyes clash with mine. He smiles, his teeth flashing white in a tanned face. “Hola,” he smirks, and it’s a smirk full of promise. “Cómo te llamas?
“Beth,” I shout to be heard above the high-volume music.
“English?”
I nod as he steps forward to grasp my hips with strong hands. We sway together and I feel his hardness pushing against my tummy. My head tucks under his chin and I breathe him in. It’s been too long since I felt the pleasure of a man…
No need to ask his name. He’s almost certainly a local and I doubt I’ll meet him again. I’ll just enjoy this for what it is: a brief encounter. I’m so turned on; I can feel my knickers sticking to me under my party dress.
His hot breath tickles my earlobe as he bends his head to nuzzle my neck. And then he’s kissing me, his lips warm and filled with lust, his tongue chasing mine. “Come, princesa,” he breaks away and tugs on my hand. “Let’s find somewhere quieter.”
The sensible voice in my head tells me not to be stupid. That I don’t have one-night stands. Never have. Never thought I would. But the past three years have taken their toll, and I’m fed up with listening to sensible Beth. Just this once. What harm can it do? I’ll make sure we use protection…
The cool night air is a relief from the sweaty heat of the club. We stagger through the fire escape and into an alleyway, where he picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist; he presses me against the brick wall under a street light and kisses me again, harder this time, sucking my lower lip into his mouth before biting down on it and making me yelp with delight. His hands palm my needy tits, and I feel my nipples peak. Sweet Jesus, I’m so wet I could come right now.
“So, princesa,” he breathes, “you staying on the island long?” His voice is deep and melodic, but it doesn’t sound Spanish. It sounds… Welsh. No, that can’t be right. I must be in an alcohol-induced fog.
“Just for the weekend,” I manage to say between panting breaths. I run my hands over his ripped abs. God, he’s hot. I lean my weight into the wall and brace myself.
He pulls at my knickers, his fingers delving, testing. “Gonna fuck you, princesa. Is that what you want?”
“Oh, yes, fuck me, please,” I groan.
He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth.
But a shout echoes down the passageway and a skinny young man comes running up to us. He holds out a cell phone, and gives it to my Ibizan (as I’ll think of him for the next six months). It’s then that I notice the tattoo of a scorpion on his hand... it burns its way into my memory like a branding iron, its tail raised ready to sting. I shiver to myself.
He puts me down and holds the phone to his ear, his blue eyes meeting mine. “I’m sorry, Beth,” he says, pocketing the device, “there’s been some trouble at home.” He pauses. “Really nice meeting you, but I have to go.” He kisses me briefly on the forehead, and I notice the regret in his expression.
“It’s okay,” I say, even though it isn’t. I was burning up for him. “Hope you get the trouble sorted.”
“Me too,” he gives a hollow laugh.
I watch him stride away from me, and sensible Beth’s voice in my head tells me I’ve had a lucky escape. Six months later, I learn she couldn’t have been more wrong.













S C Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.