A Conversation with Teri Anne Stanley, Author of ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH THE BIKER (with a giveaway!)

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Thanks so much for agreeing to be with us today! What 5 things should readers know about you?

  • I have a varsity letter in football. Okay, okay, I didn’t PLAY football, I was a trainer. But I’m very proud of that letter. Oh. And I taped Chris Carter’s ankles, he went to my high school (he’s a hall of fame guy, and a commentator on TV now).
  • I was on TV when I was little. I was one of the kids on a show called Genie and the Giant. I don’t remember anything about it, except that we got Highlights magazines as lovely parting gifts.
  • I live close to a real place called Big Bone Lick State Park. Before my middle son could read, he called it Big Bone Lipstick Park, which is just as funny. I love Kentucky.
  • I have a Master’s Degree in Zoology. I don’t work at a zoo, but I can see one from my day job desk.
  • I love to do artsy crafty stuff, and if there are directions for it on the internet, I can figure out how to do it. I learned how knit, spin, and dye wool. Give me a sheep, I’ll make you a sweater.

Wow! Impressive—that has to be the most diverse list I’ve seen yet (Big Bone Lipstick–LOL):)


Tell us all about your main characters—who are they? What makes them tick? Most importantly, what one thing would they need to have with them if stranded on a desert isle? 😉

Kellie is an aspiring romance writer, and owns a children’s bookstore. She’s very passionate about both, but would sacrifice writing if it meant keeping her bookstore open and catering to the underprivileged kids in the neighborhood. She would need her kindle on that island, for sure. Who cares if you’re naked and afraid if you’ve got a permanently charged e-reader to keep you company?

Quinn is a custom motorcycle builder. He’s a strong believer in following dreams wherever they lead you. If he were on a deserted island, he’d need a Leatherman, one of those multipurpose pocket knives. He’s pretty handy, and could probably built anything with it, kind of like MacGuyver.

You had me at “permanently charged e-reader”. And then sealed the deal with “MacGyver”!


Where did the inspiration for this book come from?

I love opposites attract stories, especially the good girl/bad boy type (and the bad girl/ good boy kind!). So who could be more different than a sweet southern kindergarten teacher (who turned into a bookstore owner to suit the story) and a bad ass biker? They wind up having more in common than it first appeared, including, of course, an explosive attraction to each other!

Of course!


How long have you been writing, and what (or who) inspired you to start?

I’ve loved READING romance since middle school, when one of my friends turned me on to one of those old school bodice rippers and showed me where the naked parts were. And I’ve always been a decent writer. In college, I could have gone either way: Science or English major—but figured I’d have a better shot at getting a job in science.

I finally started writing a few years ago when I had a really bad case of tennis elbow and couldn’t knit or crochet for a few months. I was like, “Well, I’ve always said I wanted to try to write a book someday. Might as well do it now.”

LOL—the “naked parts”—I wish I’d had a friend like that! 😉 Great way to turn your injury around!


What do you like best about being a writer? What is the most challenging part?

I love it when I’m in the groove, and the words come pouring out, and then I go back and read what I wrote later, and go, “Wow. I wrote that? Huh.”

The most challenging part is “trusting the process.” The groove part doesn’t happen as often as the “I don’t know what I’m supposed to write here and it sucks and no one will want to read it and I’m going to have to start over from scratch and…” The self-doubt. It sucks. There’s a committee in my head telling me that I’m wasting my time and should be making blankets for homeless cats, but I somehow muster along and it turns out okay!

Ugh, yes, the self-doubt isn’t fun. But blankets for homeless cats? LOL!


What are you working on right now? What can readers look for from you in the next year?

I’m writing my second Bourbon Boys book. The first, Drunk on You, came out last summer, and this is number two. I’m anxious to finish, because book three is screaming to get out!

Excellent! Can’t wait!


What authors and/or books have inspired you?

Honestly, every author who manages to sit down and crank out a manuscript is an inspiration to me. Knowing that my committee of doubt visits them, too, is wonderful Twitter is like one, giant, author support group.

And I have a LOT of authors that I love, and I don’t want to leave anyone out, but Suzanne Brockmann is my all time favorite. I re-read those Troubleshooters books about once every year or so.

OMG, the Troubleshooters! You are definitely speaking my language!


What are you currently reading? What are your thoughts about it so far?

I’m reading Forgotten Promises by Jessica Lemmon. It’s a New Adult story. I just started it, but so far the town bad boy has the local lawyer’s daughter in the trunk of a semi-stolen car, and is driving her deep into the woods.

Ooh, sounds like a good one!


If you had to “sell” this book in a single Tweet, what would you say?

I assume you mean my book, Accidentally in Love with the Biker, not Jess’s?


Getting rear-ended by a biker in Las Vegas is way more fun than a conference full of bisexual were-parrots! AiLwtB by @teriannestanley

LOL, yes! Nice work :)



Teri Anne Stanley

Teri Anne Stanley began her writing career with scientific articles—followed by a three-ingredient recipe column, but wasn’t allowed to write sex scenes for them—so now she writes fun, sexy romance filled love, angst and nekkid parts.

She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she is a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety of teenagers and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick, and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.

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by Teri Ann Stanley
Publication Date: February 8, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


Aspiring writer Kelli Dalton needs a man, and fast. When she’s rear-ended by a sexy-as-sin biker on the way to a Vegas romance readers convention, she sees her chance. If he’ll pose as her fake boyfriend long enough to impress a bestselling author, Kelli has a shot at saving the bookstore for underprivileged kids she runs back home.

Quinn Anderson doesn’t know what to make of the cute little writer who stirs his heart and his libido, but he does know he wants to get better acquainted. And if that means keeping up their sexy ruse all week, he’s game.

Quinn knows girl like Kelli deserves someone with a secure future to help with her store, not a guy struggling to turn a profit on his chopper shop. But if his motorcycle designs win the big Vegas competition, he’ll have enough prize money to fund his dreams…and hers.



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New Release Review! RUNNING WILD by Sara Jane Stone (Second Shot #.5)

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Releasing on February 2, 2016
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Before they were Serving Trouble, they were Running Wild…
She’s always been off limits…

Noah Tager has always played by the rules and proudly wears the label “Local Hero.” But before he leaves to become one of The Few,
The Proud, The Marines, he wants to turn his fantasies into reality with the one woman who has always been off limits.
He’s always been a challenge…

When it comes to her less-than-stellar reputation, Josie Fairmore is ready and willing to cross over into nothing-left-to-lose territory, if it leads to an all-night ride with the man of her X-rated dreams. With her big brother leaving in the morning to “Be All He Can Be” in the Army, Dominic will never find out about her fling with his best friend Noah.
But one wild ride together doesn’t change the fact that Noah’s leaving in the morning—and he’s taking Josie’s heart with him.
Running Wild is the book equivalent of tasty appetizer–a delicious little nugget of a story that will definitely whet your appetite for Jess and Noah’s full-length novel to come :)

Wild is a short, steamy read that nicely sets up the background story behind Serving Trouble . We find out what Noah’s motivation is for going into the Marines, and share in Jess’s frustration over growing up under the eagle eye of small-town scrutiny and understand her determination to leave it all behind. It’s a “best friend’s little sister” story, and makes a surprising argument for hanging on to a mechanical bull 😉

It’s definitely worth a look before book one in the series comes out!

Rating: 4 stars / B+

I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.

After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid
goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream-writing romance novels. Sara
Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life
hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. Join Sara Jane’s
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Release Day and Giveaway! RUGGED by Lila Monroe

Title: Rugged
 Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: February 10, 2016
Laurel Young needs a plan, and fast. After her reality TV boss has a major meltdown, not-so-fun employment seems inevitable–unless she can pitch the idea of a lifetime. When she sees Flint McKay’s audition tape – flannelled, handsome as hell, and building a house with his own two hands – she knows she’s found her secret weapon. The women of America are going to love him, especially if she can convince him to try building without the flannel shirt.

Only problem is, Flint didn’t make that tape – and he has zero interest in trading the wilds of Western Massachusetts for the bright lights of Hollywood. But Laurel isn’t the kind of girl to take no for an answer. Soon, she’s knee-deep in rustic charm, and getting plenty of hands-on experience. And it turns out, this city girl and country guy may have a few things in common after all, like crazy hot chemistry, a wild side, and a weakness for good whiskey…

But can their behind-the-scenes connection last once the world falls in love with Flint? And will this be the big break both of them need- or leave them in the dirt?

Find out in Lila Monroe’s fun, sexy new novel!

*This is a stand-alone novel with HEA. No cliff-hangers!*

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Amazon bestselling author, queen of the short-reads, and expert at playdough, Lila Monroe loves to read and write tales of sexy Billionaires. Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.
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New Release and Giveaway! DANCING IN THE ATHENIAN RAIN by Katie Hamstead

Dancing In The Athenian Rain
by Katie Hamstead
Publication date: September 9th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel

When Donna is sent back in time to Classical Athens, she’s furious at Dr. Stephens for sending her against her wishes. Then a Greek soldier purchases her to be his wife.

She’s forced to learn a new language and culture and faces her fears of never returning to her own time. The society hates her, especially because they think she’s an Amazon, which forces her to confront her issues—being compared to her genius brother, borderline abusive friends, and a cheating boyfriend.

But her husband, Peleus, is kind and patient. He counters all the negative voices from her past, but those voices drive a wedge between them. She must let go of her fears, her inhibitions, and insecurities, and admit her feelings, or she could lose him and the life they’ve built.


Voices come from the entryway. The man of the house says something about a wild Amazon which, by that point, I know he means is me. A second man responds saying something about… fear possibly?

They enter.

I look up to see just one man with the man of the house, which seem strange. The number of gawkers usually numbers around ten to fifteen. This man is younger than all the rest, probably only in his mid-twenties. I examine his muscular arms, and partially exposed chest under the toga. My gaze wanders down to his well-toned legs, then drifts up his body again. Wow, if this guy walked down the street back home I’d be drooling, but since he’s a creepy Ancient Greek guy, I’m not going there.

I take in his strong jawline and thick dark brown hair, until I notice him staring at me.

I flinch back at his steady gaze as he examines my face.

“Stand,” the man of the house orders.

I stand, but want to cower back under this new man’s unwavering gaze.

The man of the house asks the new man’s opinion, motioning at me.

The young man steps closer to me. “Hmm.”

He grasps my chin. I flinch back, expecting him to strike me. But he catches my chin again, his hand firm, but gentle. He lifts my chin and our eyes meet. But I can’t look at him. He’s far too intimidating for me to hold his gaze.


He lets go of my chin and grabs my arm. Again, I pull back.

The man of the house speaks, saying something about touching.

“I can see,” the new man says.

“Don’t touch me,” I say weakly.

This makes him smile. He pulls a satchel out of his pocket and hands it to the man. My eyes widen as the man of the house grins and pulls the satchel open. He asks the young man something, and he responds, “Fifty.”

The man of the house laughs and calls in his guards.

They grab me and lead me out, while the young man watches me closely, his eyes gleaming. I don’t like that look. I don’t like any of it. It seems I’d been bought, but for what? I have a feeling his intentions are for more than slavery.





Born and raised in Australia, Katie’s early years of day dreaming in the “bush”, and having her father tell her wild bedtime stories, inspired her passion for writing.

After graduating High School, she became a foreign exchange student where she met a young man who several years later she married. Now she lives in Arizona with her husband, daughter and their dog.

She has a diploma in travel and tourism which helps inspire her writing.

When her debut novel, Kiya: Hope of the Pharaoh, climbed into bestselling status, she believed she was onto something, and now has a slew of novels now available, and is published through Curiosity Quills Press, Soul Mate Publishing, and REUTS Publishing.

Katie loves to out sing her friends and family, play sports, and be a good wife and mother. She now works as an Acquisitions Editor to help support her family. She loves to write, and takes the few spare moments in her day to work on her novels.

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Release Day Review and Giveaway! CALL ME, MAYBE by Ellie Cahill

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Releasing on February 9, 2016
 Ellie Cahill is definitely one to watch!” raves bestselling author Cora Carmack, and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways proves it once again.
Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.

“What the hell?”

Honor looked over. “What’s wrong?”

“My phone is going completely nuts. It sent me a whole bunch of text messages from myself. Look at this.” Was it possible to get a virus or a worm on a phone? And when had it happened? I held it out.

Honor squinted at it, then looked up at me, eyes going wide. “Oh shit.”


“That’s not your phone.”

“What!” I pulled the screen back to look at it myself.

Below my number the content of the messages was only partially visible, but it wasn’t hard to figure out.

+1 (847) 555-2015


+1 (847) 555-2015


Oh. Fuck.

I thumbed the lock open and had to search frantically for the messages app. It wasn’t where I kept mine on the screen. When I found it, it had the number 15 in a little red circle. The phone app showed another red circle, this one with the number 6.

Oh double fuck.

I said it out loud. “This is definitely not my phone.”

“I already said that. So whose is it?”

I scrolled through the increasingly frantic messages from my number. Whoever had my phone didn’t give a name.

I tapped into the phone app and selected my number. Tension drew me up high in my seat, stomach flopping like a fish, and all traces of drowsiness gone.


No no no no no no no, this could not be happening to me.


Honor must have grabbed the wrong phone at the airport!


Who the hell had my phone?


God, it could have been anywhere. It could have been on its way to Katmandu by now!

The sound of my own voice startled me. “Hi, you’ve reached Clementine. Please leave a message.”

As the automated voice gave me my options at the end, I realized I had no idea what to say. But it was too late to think about that now. Beep.

“Um, hi. I’m the person who has your phone. I am so sorry. I don’t know how this happened, um . . . I’m, um . . . please call me so we can figure out what to do.”

When I disconnected, I shot Honor a look of death. “You took the wrong phone!”

“It was the only one there!” he protested.

“Obviously not.” My hands curled tight around the strange phone as I fought the urge to punch him in the shoulder.

“I swear to god, Clementine, it was the only one there. You left it plugged in; I grabbed it, end of story.”

“Then how did this happen?”

“How should I know?”

Serena the flight attendant appeared in the aisle looking concerned. “Is everything all right here?”

“Fine,” Honor snapped.

“Don’t be a dick. It’s not her fault.”

“Well, it’s not my fault,” he said.

“Well, it sure as hell isn’t mine!” I said through gritted teeth then looked at Serena. Time to channel my grandmother. I gave her my best Miriam Schulman-Daly patrician smile. “Everything’s fine. Just a little problem with my phone. Thank you.”

The pilot hit the brakes as we arrived at our gate and the plane filled with the metallic chatter of seatbelts releasing. Serena hurried back to the head of the plane and Honor got up quickly, like he was determined to be the first one off. I guessed he was avoiding talking about this any longer on the plane.

Probably for the best. Because I was going to kill him after all.

He seemed determined to stay ahead of me the whole time, using his longer legs to eat up the terminal all the way to the escalators to baggage claim. I was out of breath by the time I got on behind him, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Oh no. The longer I had to think about this, the madder I was getting. I poked my brother in the back of his head.

“I swear to god, Honor, if we weren’t surrounded by witnesses—”

He turned, looking sullen. “It’s possible there were two phones plugged into the outlet, okay?”

“Uh, ya think?”

Just then the phone started vibrating in my hand.

It was a call, and it was coming from my phone.

“Oh god, it’s him—her—whoever.” I didn’t even know since I hadn’t listened to the no doubt angry voicemails. The texts had been enough.


Was I about to get screamed at?


“Answer it!” Honor exploded.

I swiped the phone to life. “H-hello?”

“Hello?” A masculine voice replied and I practically jumped out of my skin. There was a fifty-fifty chance it would be a man answering, genius.

“H-hi,” I stammered. “I’m the idiot who took your phone.” Probably best to approach this humbly.

He sighed, making static in my ear. “Hi there. Thank you for calling.”

“I’m very sorry,” I said.

“Yeah, me, too.” He sounded resigned. “What are we going to do?”

“Um . . .” I had no idea. What were the options, even? Probably the easiest thing to do would be for me to get a new phone, disable mine remotely, and import my number to the new phone, but that would leave this stranger with a dead phone and I’d still have his. Now theoretically, he could do the same but that presumed he could get a new phone where he was. And that he had the cash to do it.

“I could FedEx it to you, I guess,” I offered. My heart quailed at the thought of trusting my precious phone to any kind of delivery service.

“Meanwhile we’re both phoneless while they’re in transit.”

“Right.” I followed Honor to the baggage claim area on autopilot. All my concentration was on the phone.

“And that assumes that they don’t lose our packages.”

“Yeah,” I said, sounding much cooler than I felt. “Not my favorite option . . .”

“Mine either . . .” the voice said softly. “The thought of never seeing my phone again hurts in a way that I’m a little embarrassed to admit.”

I laughed, glad to hear I wasn’t alone. Though probably for way different reasons. “Okay, so what then?”

“Where do you live?”

“Chicago. But I’m in California until Friday.”

“You’re from Chicago?” he asked. “So am I. But I’m in Florida until Friday, too.”

“So, do we wait until we’re both back and trade?”

He made a soft whimpering sound. “I guess we have to.”

“I promise you I’ll guard it with my life until I get back,” I said.

“I’ll take good care of yours, too.”



An absolutely adorable book!

Clementine and Justin (a romance reader/book blogger and a journalist) are the perfect word-geeky couple; words cannot express how much I loved their big words seduction scene:

“You’re insatiable.”

“Say that again.”

“You’re insatiable?”

“Big words sound very sexy in your mouth.”

“Insatiable’s not that big,” I said. “I can do better.”

“Go for it.”


“Very hot.”


He bent to kiss me.


He tilted his head. “I don’t actually know that one.”

I put my arms around him with a smile. “It means ‘pleasant to embrace.'”

Justin kissed me again, rolling to his back to pull me on top of him. “I’ve got one for you,” he said, sliding his hands down my spine. “Epeolatry. It means ‘worship of words.'”


Our mouths found each other again and there was no more need for talking for quite a while.

Sigh… And when she offers to diagram a sentence for him? I nearly swooned… :)

The falling-in-love-via-text-and-phone call bit was just so cute; certain parts of it felt as if they were a little rushed, but overall I really liked the way they started to fall for each other long distance. Justin sent her some early multiple choice questions (Getting to know Clementine, part 1…) that were just too funny. There might have been a bit of snort-laughing on my end.

The fact that Clementine could have been my reading twin didn’t hurt matters at all either…every time she fangirled about books or reading it was as if she had hijacked my own thoughts and feelings on the subject 😉 (I have to admit, though, I kinda hate her a little bit. She’s got a trust fund and can spend all day, every day reading if she wants to…she’s an unpaid volunteer at the library…I get her stress over not finding a purpose like her family wants her to, but the job that eventually falls in her lap? So. Not. Fair. I know, I know…jealousy of a fictional character is pointless. Whatever.)


When they finally did get together it was all adorableness–until the fact that Clem wasn’t 100% honest reared its ugly head. Justin’s reaction was slightly over-the-top–though he did have a reason for it, it still seemed a bit much (though so did Clem’s paranoia. Not that she didn’t have good reason for that too, but still…those two factors are the main reason for docking a star from the rating). Clem’s big idea for getting him back seemed risky in the extreme, but it worked out in a fairly believable way, which was a huge sigh of relief.

And then we were back to the adorkableness. :)

Call Me, Maybe was my first book from this author, but it won’t be my last!

Rating: 4 stars / A-

I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.


Ellie Cahill is a freelance writer and also writes books for young adults under the name Liz Czukas. She lives outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband, son, and the world’s loudest cat.

Release Day and Giveaway! SEARCHING FOR MINE by Jennifer Probst (A 1001 Dark Nights/Searching For novella)

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The Ultimate Anti-Hero Meets His Match…

Connor Dunkle knows what he wants in a woman, and it’s the three B’s. Beauty. Body. Boobs. Other women need not apply. With his good looks and easygoing charm, he’s used to getting what he wants—and who. Until he comes face to face with the one woman who’s slowly making his life hell…and enjoying every moment…

Ella Blake is a single mom and a professor at the local Verily college who’s climbed up the ranks the hard way. Her ten-year-old son is a constant challenge, and her students are driving her crazy—namely Connor Dunkle, who’s failing her class and trying to charm his way into a better grade. Fuming at his chauvinistic tendencies, Ella teaches him the ultimate lesson by giving him a special project to help his grade. When sparks fly, neither of them are ready to face their true feelings, but will love teach them the ultimate lesson of all?


Connor Dunkle stood on her doorstep.

With a rush of relief, she flung open the door and held back a gasp.

My God, he looked good.

Struck mute for a moment, she gave in to impulse and hungrily took him in. Dressed in a button down navy blue shirt that clung to his broad chest, a casual jacket, and dark-washed jeans, he simmered with delicious masculine testosterone. Usually a hint of stubble clung to his square jaw, but tonight he was clean-shaven and smelled of spicy cloves. His thick dirty blond hair fell in waves over his forehead, brushing his ears, and those sea blue eyes framed with thick lashes struck her mute for a few seconds. He towered over her in a mass of rock-hard muscle, giving her the impression of both strength and protectiveness.

He was a walking, talking specimen of everything a woman dreams of in a man. Both Hemsworth brothers mixed with Daniel Craig and a sprinkle of old-fashioned Redford. Her poor body roared into overdrive and she felt a damp rush of moisture between her thighs.

God, she was acting like a sex-starved teen. So. Embarrassing.

Finally, he spoke. Even his damn voice was gravel and satin mixed together in a symphony to the ears. “I saw your lights went out.

Looks like some of the other houses on the block are affected. You okay?”

He was checking on her? To be nice or to get her to agree to extra credit? “Yes, we’re fine. Thank you.”

“Did you flip the breaker? Sometimes these apartments get overloaded and you need to reset it. That’s what I had to do with mine.”

“I haven’t gone down to the basement yet.”

“I’ll help you out.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

His gaze sharpened on her face, and his jaw clenched. Fascinated, she studied his features, noticing the air of irritation that briefly shone. “I want to, Ella. I won’t stay. I just don’t like the idea of you and Luke alone in the dark.”

She flushed and stumbled back. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just used to doing things for myself. I’m sorry, come in.”

He walked inside and she realized it was a mistake.


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Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.

She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.


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New Release Spotlight and Giveaway! BEYOND THE STARS by Stacy Wise

Beyond the Stars by Stacy Wise
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publication: February 8th, 2016
Falling for him wasn’t in the plans…
Most girls would kill for the opportunity to work for Jack McAlister, Hollywood’s hottest actor, but twenty-one-year-old Jessica Beckett is ready to kick him out of her red Ford Fiesta and never look back. She should be spending her junior year in France, eating pastries and sharpening her foreign language skills. Instead she’s reluctantly working as Jack’s personal assistant, thanks to her powerhouse talent agent aunt.
Jack is private, prickly, and downright condescending. Jessica pushes his buttons—she’s not the type of girl to swoon over celebrity heartthrobs, precisely why her aunt thought she’d be perfect for the job—and Jack pushes right back.
But as she begins to peel away his layers, Jessica is shocked to find she craves her boss’s easy smile and sexy blue eyes. The problem is, so does the entire female population. And what started out as the job from hell soon has Jess wondering if a guy like Jack could ever find love with a regular girl like her.

I sit on the sofa in Jack’s dressing room and attempt to act normal. My shirt clings to me, and I pull it away from my body, airing it. He said to wait and watch the monitor, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I freshen up a bit. I open the door to the small bathroom and flick on the light.

Jack’s clothing is folded in a neat pile on the countertop. At least he’s tidy. He must’ve changed into nicer clothes when he got here. I scrub my hands thoroughly and dry them with the electric dryer. As the hot air blows the moisture from my hands, I decide it could dry my shirt, too. I pull off my top and hold it under the dryer, watching the water stain vanish in seconds. I give it a good shake and glance into the mirror. A pathetic little shriek escapes my lips when I see a face behind me. It’s Jack.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts over the sound of the hand dryer.

“Don’t you knock?” I cover myself with my shirt, although I’m pretty sure he already had a great view of my lacey white bra.

“This is my dressing room! And the door was open.” He steps around me, his eyes trained on a small gift bag that sits next to his pile of clothes.

I clench my shirt to my body. The hand dryer finally shuts off. “Well, you should’ve assumed I was in here when you didn’t see me out there!”

Jack glares at me. “I wasn’t looking.” He holds up the small gift bag. “I came back for this. I forgot it. As my assistant, maybe you should’ve noticed.” He moves past me in the small bathroom and hesitates when he reaches the door. His eyes scan my barely covered chest. “Try locking the door the next time you decide to take off your clothes.”

I wait until I’m sure he’s gone before I slide my arms into my shirt and button it up. What an ass. I check myself in the mirror, and a red-faced, wild-eyed, messy-haired girl gapes back at me. I hate today. Jack McAlister just saw me shirtless.








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Stacy Wise is the author of BEYOND THE STARS (Entangled Embrace, 2016). She has a B.A. in Communication Studies from UCLA and a Masters in Teaching from Chapman University. She lives in California with her husband, four children, two dogs, and ever-changing number of fish. BEYOND THE STARS is her debut novel.


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Release Day and Giveaway! THE MILLIONAIRE MAKEOVER by Naima Simone (Bachelor Auction #2)

The Millionaire Makeover
by Naima Simone
Series: Bachelor Auction, #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: February 8, 2015

He promised to stay away…but some promises are made to be broken

Plain-Jane computer programmer Khloe Richardson needs a date—one to make the prince of her dreams jealous. Maybe then he’ll finally see her as a desirable swan and not the ugly duckling in the second office from the left.

But when she bids on a bachelor at a charity auction, the man she wins is millionaire Niall Hunter—who once made intense, passionate love to her and then left without a word. She’s determined not to let her guard down again—among other things—around the infamous Irish lothario.

Niall never imagined his penance for one hot-as-hell night with his best friend’s little sister would be transforming her from a shy wallflower to a sultry siren. Helping her attract another man is torture…especially when he promised his friend he’d stay away. Plus, she wants forever, and he’s not a forever kind of guy. But Niall can’t stop wanting her. Can’t stop touching her. Can’t stop, period. And damn if he can remember why he has to…



 “I have the perfect shoes that will go with the dress,” the saleswoman said as she loosed the button and closure in the back. “Let me go pull them while I remember so we can put those aside as well.”

“Thanks, Lindsey.” Khloe smiled at the other woman in the dressing room cubicle’s mirror. Lindsey left, and Khloe slipped free of the dress, leaving her clad only in her bra and panties. As she removed a lovely blouse from its hanger, a knock reverberated on the door.

That was quick, Lindsey. “Come on in.”

A large inhalation of breath jerked her head around.


Shock rocketed through her, jarring, jolting—electrifying.

Blue fire flared and smoldered in his gaze, drying up the moisture in her mouth. His skin, drawn tight across his facial bones, emphasized the carnal fullness of his mouth. Slowly, he reached behind him and shut the door. Her heart thudded against her sternum. And her world narrowed down to the space between them that steadily decreased as he stalked closer…and closer…

He closed his fingers around the hand clutching the blouse to her chest, and loosened her grip on it, casting the clothing to the side as if it were made of burlap instead of expensive silk. He lowered her arms, baring her to his hungry gaze.

Because it was hungry.

Her breasts rose and fell on her rapid, harsh drags of air, and he followed the movements with rapt concentration. Switching her wrists to one hand, he traced the flesh swelling above black lace, dipping a fingertip underneath the scalloped edge.

Nudging a beaded nipple.

She whimpered. Oh God. Before him, she hadn’t realized a conduit ran from her breasts straight to her clitoris. But with each swipe over the aching tip, he reminded her.

When he removed his touch, she bit her lip to imprison the plea for him to don’t stop. She parted her lips, prepared to beg but the words died a swift death on her tongue when he bent his head and captured her nipple with his hot, wet mouth.

Oh shit. Oh. Shit. Ohshitohshitohshit.

His tongue curled around her nipple through the bra, drawing it between his lips, and sucking hard. Up, up, up. She went to her tiptoes, a soft cry escaping her. Her fingers curled into her palms, needing to touch him, to clutch his head, and hold him to her.

“Niall,” she whispered.

“Chopsticks” pealed loudly, almost painful in the hushed, dense quiet broken only by her sighs and moans.

She blinked. Frowned. Her phone. How had her phone ended up in here with her?

Niall straightened, and the loss of his mouth on her vibrated inside her like a discordant chord. Frustration howled inside her. Releasing her wrists, he withdrew her cell from his pants pocket. But instead of handing it to her, he glanced down at the screen. The hunger in his expression fled, replaced by a forbidding coldness.

“It’s Bennett,” he stated flatly. “It’s why I came in here. Your phone rang.”

Her stomach plunged toward her feet, her heart in hot pursuit. Bennett? Calling her?

Niall swiped his thumb across the phone, and the ringer abruptly ceased.

“Wh-what?” she stuttered as he slipped the cell back into his pocket.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, Khloe?” he demanded, his brogue thicker, voice a harsh whip. His gaze dropped to the rigid points of her nipples, clearly visible through her bra. “And I made you that way. I’ll be damned if he benefits from what I caused. What’s mine.”






Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at age 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love.

She is wife to Superman—or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent—and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.



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by Jennifer Probst

A Searching For Novella
Available February 9th


The Ultimate Anti-Hero Meets His Match…

Connor Dunkle knows what he wants in a woman, and it’s the three B’s. Beauty. Body. Boobs. Other women need not apply. With his good looks and easygoing charm, he’s used to getting what he wants—and who. Until he comes face to face with the one woman who’s slowly making his life hell…and enjoying every moment…

Ella Blake is a single mom and a professor at the local Verily college who’s climbed up the ranks the hard way. Her ten-year-old son is a constant challenge, and her students are driving her crazy—namely Connor Dunkle, who’s failing her class and trying to charm his way into a better grade. Fuming at his chauvinistic tendencies, Ella teaches him the ultimate lesson by giving him a special project to help his grade. When sparks fly, neither of them are ready to face their true feelings, but will love teach them the ultimate lesson of all?


Cover Reveal! MY SENIOR YEAR OF AWESOME by Jennifer Digiovanni

My Senior Year of Awesome
Jennifer DiGiovanni
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: March 1st 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult


A girl desperately tries to avoid the boy she was voted most likely to marry by her senior classmates. To prove senior superlative votes are meaningless, she and her best friend create their own list of awesome high school achievements to be completed by graduation.

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Jennifer is a freelance writer and YA author. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, working on home design projects, or trying to meet the daily goals on her Fitbit. My Senior Year of Awesome is her first novel.

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