Release Day! FIREFLY by Molly McAdams (A Redemption novel)

Title: Firefly
Author: Molly McAdams
Series: A Redemption Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense

The next captivating installment in New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams’s Redemption series.

As the Princess of the Irish-American Mob, there’s no shortage of men ready to help guard and protect me. To slowly suffocate me to the point of seeking freedom—a place where I can breathe.

Kieran Hayes has been saving me for as long as I can remember. It’s in his blood, and one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. Until my favorite trait became his biggest flaw, making me resent the man I love. An unwavering warrior, his love for me has been shrouded by those instincts.

Save Lily. Protect Lily. Hide Lily. Cage Lily.

What I wasn’t prepared for was Dare—the man who would set my world on fire with just one touch. He saw straight through to my soul, as though he knew I was desperate for freedom, and silently demanded my heart from the beginning.

And I didn’t expect Dare to be Demitri Borello—the reason for so many deaths in my family. A man who will take my life the moment he finds out who I am.

Despite it all, I’ll love him until that moment comes.

A fire will die if there is no oxygen for it to consume. Ours is rapidly stealing every last breath we can sacrifice to it.

***The Redemption series is a series of romantic suspense standalones***


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“I’m wrecked, ruined, destroyed, and in awe.” – #1 New York Times bestselling author, Rachel Van Dyken


A powerhouse romantic suspense that will have you questioning your morals and second guessing your view on love.

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Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter, and fur babies. When she’s not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm … or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren’t really happening.

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New Release and Giveaway! DIRTY by R.L. Kenderson

R.L. Kenderson
Publication date: July 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

He’s a player. She’s too smart to let him in her pants. Until a night of drunken sex has her kicking herself and vowing she’ll never let it happen again. Or will she?

After returning home due to her father’s illness, Elise Phillips reunites with her college friends, including Luke Long. Luke was a player back then, and Elise had always prided herself on not being another notch on his bedpost.

Luke is still gorgeous though, and he knows it. And he checks all her boxes—intelligent and sexy with muscles and a hard body.

Following a night of beer and shots, her resistance runs out, and he finally does check her box. And Elise knows that it can never happen again.

Luke had always thought of Elise as the pretty girl that was friends with his roommate’s girlfriend, but now she’s all grown up. When their night of passion rocks Luke’s world he realizes he must have her again.

The two enter a friends-with-benefits relationship with the agreement that they’re just going to have fun. The only thing is, with mutual friends involved, they have to hide their indiscretion.

But what harm can come from a dirty little secret?

Dirty is the first contemporary romance from paranormal romance author R.L. Kenderson. If you like laughing out loud, sexy book boyfriends, playful couples, and dirty, dirty sex, then you’ll love this fun contemporary romance.

Get your copy of Dirty and start falling in love today!

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Dirty Playlist:

Inside You – Hoobastank

#1 Crush – Garbage

Addicted – Saving Abel

Addicted – Simple Plan

Animal I Have Become – Three Days Grace

Animals – Maroon 5

Animals – Nickelback

Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

Casual Sex – My Darkest Days

Closing Time – Semisonic

Dirty Little Secret – All American Rejects

Faded – SoulDecision

Get Lucky – Halestorm

I Get off – Halestorm

I Miss You – Blink 182

I Miss You – Incubus

My Immortal – Evanescence

Porn Star Dancing – My Darkest Days

Spaceship – Puddle of Mudd

Thnks fr th Mmrs – Fall Out Boy

Dirty playlist on YouTube



Elise sat in her office on Monday morning, going over her schedule. As a speech therapist, she saw all different kinds of patients—from young children to adults, from those who had had traumatic brain injuries to those who had had strokes. But one of the nice things was that she saw her patients routinely. She really got to know them and could find out the best way to help because everyone was different, and what might work with one patient might not work with the next.

She was just finishing up some notes and had about fifteen minutes before her first patient arrived when her phone buzzed.

Unknown number: How was the rest of your weekend?

Elise frowned.

Elise: Who is this?

Unknown number: Sex God, giver of orgasms.

Elise rolled her eyes, laughed, and added the number to her Contacts.

Elise: Charlie Hunnam, you know who I am?

Luke: Ha-ha. You know this is Luke.

Elise: Oh, I do, huh?

Luke: Who else made you come multiple times this weekend?

She considered pretending like he wasn’t the only one she’d slept with just to tease him but went a different route instead.

Elise: Maybe I was faking it.

Luke: Bwahahahaha!

Elise frowned again.

Elise: What’s so funny about that?

Luke: Baby, there is *no way* you were faking it.

Elise: Maybe I’m that good of an actress.

Luke: Nobody’s that good. You might have pretended with other guys, but I know you didn’t with me. You can moan and throw your head back like a good actress would, but there is no faking the way your face flushed as you climaxed or the way you scrunched up your nose right before you came or how you were so wet that it coated your thighs. And there is definitely no faking the way your pussy milked my fucking cock like it was holding on for dear life. Nobody is that good.

Elise looked around her empty office, as if someone might see his text message. It was absurd because there was no one in the room, much less someone looking over her shoulder. Even though she was alone, her face flushed from his words, and she was squirming in her chair because, now, she was thoroughly aroused. At work, of all places.

Elise: I’m not sleeping with you again.

Luke: Ha-ha-ha. I don’t recall asking you.

Well, damn.

She’d just been put in her place. Just because he’d turned her on didn’t mean that he had meant to do it on purpose. And it didn’t mean he wanted to do anything about it.

Elise: You’re right. How did you get my number, btw?

Luke: I asked Sean. I told him I needed to get ahold of you because you left something behind on Friday.

He added a bikini emoji, which she took to stand for the underwear she’d lost at his house. Her face got warm again, but she ignored the missing panties situation.

If he didn’t want to sleep with her again, why had he texted her?

Elise: What did you need then?

Luke: Nothing.

Luke: I just wanted to see how you were doing after Friday night/Saturday morning?

Aw, that was kind of sweet of him.

Elise: I’m fine.

Luke: You don’t hate me?

Elise: No. I was just as much responsible as you were. I don’t blame you.

Elise: Plus, I went to church on Sunday and cleansed my soul.

Luke: Ha-ha. Good to know.


She looked up to see her coworker Lora standing in her doorway. She quickly set her phone facedown on her desk. Lora wasn’t her boss—she was another speech therapist—but Elise was still new, and she didn’t want anyone to think she was slacking off when she should be working.


“Your eight a.m. is here,” Lora said with a smile.

“Okay, thank you.”

Lora turned and walked away, and Elise picked up her phone. Luke had texted her while she wasn’t looking.

Luke: I’ll be sure to dirty it again.

She forgot what they’d been talking about. And, while she should be telling him she had to go, she was too curious not to ask. Thankfully, she still had seven minutes before it was actually eight o’clock.

Elise: Dirty what?

Luke: Your soul.

Luke: Oh, I have to run. Duty calls.

Wait! Elise thought.

Elise: Wait. I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me again?

Luke: When did I ever say that?

Luke: Now, I really gotta go, babe. We’ll finish this later.

Elise waited, but there were no more texts. Yes, he said he had to go, but that was before he left her with such an opened ended question. How could he leave her hanging like that?

She shouldn’t care because when she’d said she wasn’t sleeping with him again, she’d meant it. Yet she wanted him to text her again.

She sent a quick reply, threw her phone in her purse, and grabbed her first patient’s folder before heading for the waiting room. She loved her career and usually lost herself in her work.

But, today, she couldn’t help wondering if she wasn’t in just a fair bit of trouble where Luke was concerned.


Luke finished up his last report before signing off the computer. It had been a long day at work. He was tired, and he couldn’t wait to go home. He knew he wasn’t original in his pain, but he hated Mondays. Sundays were worse, but thankfully, he hadn’t worked the day before.

He packed up his things and got ready to leave for the rest of the afternoon. He shut his locker door and headed for the parking lot. As he walked, he pulled out his phone.

After texting back and forth that morning with Elise, he’d been so busy that he didn’t have time to check it all day. Not even at lunch, which had consisted of standing in the break room, shoveling as much food into his mouth as he could in less than ten minutes.

He was beat and hungry, but as soon as he pulled out his phone and saw what Elise had texted him after he had to go this morning, it made him smile.

Elise: Just like a man to start something and not finish it.

He hadn’t meant to start anything this a.m. when he sent her the first message. In fact, he hadn’t even meant to flirt. It’d just happened. When he was young, his mother repeatedly told him that he was a natural-born flirt, and he often thought she was onto something there. Besides, flirting was just flirting. It didn’t mean anything was going to go beyond that.

Luke: Ouch. My poor manly pride is ruined.

He didn’t think she’d reply right away, but she must be near her phone because, a minute later, his phone beeped.

Elise: “Ladies, if a man says he will fix it, he will. There’s no need to remind him every six months about it.”

If the meme fits…

He threw his head back and laughed.

Luke: Now, I’m offended for the whole male population.

Elise: Hey, there are a ton of those out there, so it must be true.

Luke got in his SUV but had to reply before he drove off.

Luke: You might think we’re lazy, but we’re actually smart. It’s called strategy, baby. If we pretend not to be able to do something, we know you women will get frustrated and do it for us.

Elise: I knew it! My college boyfriend was the worst when it came to doing the laundry. He even shrank my favorite sweater. I finally told him to stop and let me do it. I always suspected it was a ploy.

Luke remembered the guy Elise had dated in college. What a tool.

Luke: What a dick.

Elise: What can you do? Men suck.

Luke: We don’t suck; we lick. You’re the one who sucks.

As far as replies went, he knew it was pretty cheesy and immature, but he couldn’t resist. He’d been thinking about how Elise had sucked all weekend, and he couldn’t get it off his mind.

Elise: Real smooth, Lucas.

Luke: Had to be done.

Luke: Off work now. Have to drive home. Talk later?

Luke sat and stared at his phone, actually worried she’d say no.

Elise: Sure. Later.

Luke threw his phone on the passenger seat and shifted into drive, all the while grinning from ear to ear. He couldn’t wait to see what she would have to say next.


Author Bio:

R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name. Renae has always loved reading and in third grade wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then she knew she wanted to write her own.

When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.

They both live in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day and a sexy author by night. You can find them at, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, and Goodreads. Or you can email them at They always love hearing from their readers.

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Best Book Boyfriends Ever: MEN IN UNIFORM (Embrace New Adult books on sale and giveaway!)

This week, Entangled Publishing has been celebrating The Best Book Boyfriends Ever by shining a light on some of the heroes on Embrace! Today I’m joining in as we salute the military book boyfriends!

Authors Ophelia London & Cole Gibsen shared their thoughts about writing about men in uniform. Entangled has all of the Embrace stories with military heroes on sale for just 99¢, today only!

Is your hero inspired by a real-life person? If so, who?

Ophelia London (author of Abby Road & Crossing Abby Road): Actually, my hero, Todd, is very, very roughly based on a mix of my college boyfriend and the fantasy I wished he’d been back then. Hee-hee. I started dreaming up this story a few years after 9/11, so I KNEW Todd needed to have served in the military.

Cole Gibsen (author of Seared on my Soul): I’m the executive director of a charity that places PTSD service dogs with veterans. I wouldn’t say Reece was inspired by a particular veteran, but rather the struggle I’ve witnessed so many of them going through.


What other kinds of heroes do you like to read about?

Ophelia: Basically any of them! But currently, I love to read about powerful men: the businessmen: strong silent type that appear to be all business, but deep down have a gooey heart of gold. And if they have an accent, whooo baby!

Cole: I’m seriously a romance junkie, so when it comes to heroes, I don’t discriminate. I love them all.

Playlist – music inspired by Embrace’s men in uniform, selected by the authors.


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Full Measures by Rebecca Yarros
Fight & Glory #1

She knew. That’s why Mom hadn’t opened the door. She knew Dad was dead. Twenty years as an army brat and Ember Howard knew, too. Her dad would never be coming home. Then Josh Walker enters her life. Hockey star, her new next-door neighbor…and endowed with the most delicious hands that have a way of erasing her pain with a single touch. But just when Ember lets him in, Josh’s secret shatters their world. And she must decide if he’s worth the risk that comes with loving a man who could strip her world bare.


Eyes Turned Skyward by Rebecca Yarros
Fight & Glory #2

Since her sister’s death, Paisley, who shares her sister’s heart condition, is treated like glass by her parents. But nothing will stop her from completing her Bucket List—even if it kills her. And it almost does, until Jagger pulls her from the ocean and sets her soul on fire. Jagger is wickedly hot, reckless, and perfect for a girl living life to the fullest. Except Paisley is the commanding general’s daughter and her boyfriend is Jagger’s biggest rival. One wrong move, and they could crash and burn…


Beyond What is Given by Rebecca Yarros
Fight & Glory #3

The last thing Lt. Grayson Masters needs is the distraction of his gorgeous new roommate, Samantha Fitzgerald. While her smart mouth and free spirit are irresistibly irritating, he can’t deny their off-the-charts chemistry—or her ability to pull his focus away from his Apache helicopter course. Sam has no business digging for Grayson’s secrets while she’s hiding her own, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to tear down his walls. Each barrier she busts through drops one of her own, though, and she’s not prepared for the truth…


Hallowed Ground by Rebecca Yarros
Fight & Glory #4

Josh Walker is loyal, reckless, and every girl’s dream. But he only has eyes for December Howard. Together they have survived grief, the military, distance, and time. As Josh heads to Afghanistan, a country that nearly killed him once before and took Ember’s father, they fill their last days together with love, passion, and plans for their future… If there’s one thing Ember has learned from her father’s death, it’s that there are some obstacles even love can’t conquer.


Seared on My Soul by Cole Gibsen
Written on My Heart #2

Reece Montgomery never planned on being anyone’s hero, especially the foul-mouthed, bleach-blonde barista from the local coffee shop. He thinks there’s more to Emily Garret than her tattoos, and lip ring, but getting close means letting her into his past and meeting his ghosts.


Abby Road by Ophelia London
Abby Road #1

It’s been exactly one day since rock star Abby Kelly fled her chaotic life. One day without her demanding manager, papparrazzi, ridiculous tour schedules, and recording sessions. But all it takes is one twist of fate— to enter a stranger’s surf shop while trying to dodge some fans—for everything to change. When Abby meets Todd, an ex-Marine sniper turned surfer, she feels things she hasn’t felt for a long time. Possibly never. But when the real world comes crashing back in, Abby is caught between the superstar she’s become…and the painfully real human being she longs to be.


Crossing Abby Road by Ophelia London
Abby Road #2

Todd Camford went from Marine sniper to owning a beachfront surf shop in Florida. He’s a free-flying, unfettered hawk, and relationships outside of family are out of the question. And then she comes into his shop. Everyone knows who Abigail Kelly is—mega rockstar, tabloid fixture. He’d be an ass (or possibly insane) to think he can resist her. Just for today, maybe he’ll keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t get mobbed. Because really, how much damage could one day with a super-hot, kick-ass celebrity really do?

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Pre-Release Playlist and Giveaway! SUMMER INDISCRETIONS by Tamara Mataya (Summer Love #2)

Title: Summer Indiscretions
Series: Summer Love, #2
Author: Tamara Mataya
Pub Date: January 3, 2017
ISBN: 9781492635345


Free-spirited beach-dweller looking to switch lives with outgoing urbanite.

Sense of adventure mandatory.

Clothing optional.

One email away from a total meltdown, I’m desperate to escape New York. Using Switch—a website designed to help strangers swap homes for the summer—I slip out of my stilettos and into a string bikini. But of all the beaches in all the world, Blake Wilde just had to show up on mine. He’s hot. Scorching hot. And he’s been strictly off-limits for as long as I can remember.

To hell with that. New life? New rules.

I know something this good can’t be made to last. But for three sizzling weeks, I can pretend there won’t be consequences, recriminations, or regret… And that somehow our growing connection can be more than just a summer fling.



This book is set in Miami, so I wanted songs to bring the heat, but also give me something to groove to. Fun, flirty, sexiness, and nothing too dark. I definitely listened to some more than others, but they all got their turn in my headphones.

  1. Keep You by Wild Belle
  2. Days Like That (Radio Edit) by Sugar Jones
  3. No Way No by Magic!
  4. Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas
  5. Prayer In C Robin Schulz Radio Edit by Lily Wood and The Pricks
  6. The Walker by Fitz and The Tantrums
  7. Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls
  8. Get It On Tonight by Montell Jordan
  9. Let’s Ride by Montell Jordan
  10. Say it Right by Nelly Furtado
  11. Crazy in Love by Sofia Karlberg
  12. One Step Forward by Max Romeo
  13. Made of by Sizzla
  14. I Am the Best by 2NE1
  15. Berlin Acoustic by Sofia Karlberg



The breeze rolling off the ocean hits me, counteracting the heat with a deliciously salty tang, and I put my cell away, determined to be fully present in this moment. If vitamin D is the feel-good vitamin, I’m going to soak up as much as I can. I need to feel good right about now. I’m doing the most adventurous thing I’ve ever done, and no one can take that away from me.

Walking up King’s Point Drive to the beach felt like an adventure in a foreign land. People are friendlier and wear less clothing in Miami—clothing in a dazzling rainbow of colors—and a lot of women seem to wear bikini tops instead of real shirts or tank tops. Is this why they seem happier in Florida, or is it all the space? Maybe it’s just because it’s so close to the beach.

Without the tall buildings reaching high above like back home, the sky is nearly oppressively open, and I squint up at it for a moment before my eyelids pinch shut against the brightness of the sun. Shelby’s condo is on a little almost-island surrounded by water, with the Oleta River State Park on the west and the ocean a couple blocks to the east. I’m in Miami, but somehow I feel like I’m in an oasis away from it all.

I absorb the sultry thickness, blind to anything but that ocean scent, so unfamiliar and pleasant. I lie back on my elbows, relishing the pure sizzle of the sun on my skin…for about three minutes because, damn, it’s hot. How do sun worshippers do this every day without feeling the need to hire someone to baste them every half hour? Either that or hire a cabana boy to fan them and hand-feed them peeled fruits. Screw grapes—I’d like someone to peel the white crap off my oranges for me.

I grin and look around for a hypothetical candidate.

Sweat beads on my upper lip and tickles my back. Maybe I should mosey to that little stand where they’re renting oversize umbrellas to people who didn’t bring one—like me.

The stand where a woman in her late seventies waits in line, completely naked.

Blinking hard doesn’t make clothes appear on her body; her nudity isn’t a mirage. But what the hell is she doing? Is she a vagrant or someone senile who wandered away from her family? Did the ocean knock her bathing suit off? Was it eaten by a shark?

I blindly grope—grab—for my bottle of water because maybe this is a vision or hallucination brought on by the heat. Why isn’t anyone freaking out about Naked Grandma? Is it like staring at the sun? No one wants to see that, so a glance burns your eyes and you don’t try again or tell anyone you did it because it’s universally not done? Is everyone pretending they didn’t notice so they don’t have to make eye contact with her and tell her to put some clothes on?

She’s just naked and loitering like she’s waiting to check out at the grocery store.

Any minute now, someone’s going to approach her and say, “There you are, Mildred! Let’s get you tucked back into this caftan so you can parade around the beach with dignity and style.”

Swallowing a mouthful of water, I screw the cap back on the bottle and finally take a proper look at the people on the beach. There are some bathing suits, but…

Oh my God. No wonder no one’s saying anything to Mildred. My toes curl with embarrassment, even though I’m fully clothed with a long T-shirt over my tankini, because I’m somehow feeling exposed while covered up. Apparently, embarrassment through osmosis is a thing. I’ve never seen this much flesh in my entire life.

A topless thirtysomething woman applies sunscreen to her legs, her breasts jiggling with every motion.

Stop staring at her.

A naked man runs up the beach with a surfboard, flaccid penis bouncing around like one of those wacky, waving, inflatable, arm-flailing tube men.

Stop staring, Melanie!

An extremely muscular man jogs by, and my gaze zooms to his crotch with startling accuracy, like I’ve had years of checking out naked packages.


The thing is, I’ve never really seen a flaccid penis before. In my experience, by the time I’m in close proximity, they’re…ready for business, and who really pays attention after sex? You either get dressed or you’re snuggling with the guy under the covers, not staring at his spent member. My longest relationship was seven months, but we never lived together, so I haven’t experienced a naked, unaroused man casually strolling around my personal space.

A few more men stroll by, and I can’t—look—away.

I didn’t know thighs could be so hairy.

Old guys, young guys, burly guys, and skinny guys strolling around in the bright, bright sunlight, unafraid of getting burned in vital places. I mean, they have to put sunscreen on, but how can they apply it without being inappropriate? Talk about indecent overexposure!

Sprays, maybe?

Huh. Penises are so much sadder when they’re soft, sort of shrunken in on themselves like they’re embarrassed. It’s fascinating, and I absolutely cannot look at them without gawking. But the women are in the buff as well, letting it all hang out for everyone to see. Muscles ripple, booties jiggle, and I’m freaking mesmerized at how nonchalant everyone is about this.

Wow, that man’s legs are hairy. It’s like he’s wearing fuzzy leg warmers.

Some people are wearing clothes, to be fair, but their suits might as well be invisibility cloaks. I’m blinded by flesh.


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New Release and Giveaway! DEAD MAN’S CURVE by Alex Van Tol


Dead Man’s Curve
by Alex Van Tol
Genre: YA Horror (novella)
Release Date: October 17th 2016
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The road to Hell passes through Dead Man’s Curve.

It’s been two years since Booker broke up with Rachel, and he wants to get her back. Only problem is, he doesn’t realize it until he and his four friends are hip-deep in a deadly nightmare. They’ve run over a wispy figure on the highway on Halloween night and now something is preying on them, one by one, going after their deepest fears.

Lost and scared in the New England wilderness, the group realizes they’re trapped in their own twisted version of The Blair Witch Project. They’re powerless against dark forces. When Rachel’s life is threatened, Booker realizes it’s up to him to figure out a way to stop the unholy madness.

If he’s man enough to face it head on.


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Dead Man’s Curve Playlist:

Yonderboi Trains in the Night

Jon Swift All that I Have is Nothing

Arcade Fire Sprawl (Flatland)

Emilana Torrini Gun

Jon and Roy Five in the Morning

Ill Dependents Innacitytears

Travis The Fear

Imagine Dragons Demons

Gem Club Braid

Arcade Fire Windowsill

Johnny Cash Folsom Prison Blues

Bon Iver Holocene

Daft Punk Alive

Depeche Mode Suffer Well 

Pink Floyd On the Run

Gorillaz Clint Eastwood

The Band Atlantic City

Jay-Z & Alicia Keys Empire State of Mind

Kid Loco A Grand Love Theme

Nina Simone Baltimore

Andrew Bird When that Helicopter Comes

Led Zeppelin When the Levee Breaks

Moby My Weakness

Amy Winehouse Back to Black 

Rae Spoon I Will be a Wall

Kanye West Runaway




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A born writer, Alex Van Tol cut her teeth on Stephen King novels so terrifying she had to turn them face-down on the floor in order to sleep at night. Alex writes across a broad range of genres for youth and adults, including contemporary, paranormal, historical and, of course, horror and thrillers. She lives between the mists and moody skies of Vancouver Island.


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Kate SeRine, Author of SAFE FROM HARM (Protect & Serve #2), Talks About Staying True to Each Dawson Brother’s “Voice” (with a giveaway!)

Loved it! Check out my review here.

How do you stay true to each brother’s voice? Do you have a mood board or trick you use to get inside each brother’s head?

I set up a music playlist that’s chosen specifically to represent that brother’s personality as well as the tone of the plot, the nature of the relationship between the main characters, etc. They’re usually pretty extensive, consisting of a few dozen songs. Music is a huge part of my writing process, so when it’s time to immerse myself in that brother’s story, I have an entire soundtrack. 🙂


For Safe from Harm, some of the key artists on my playlist included:

This Wild Life

Ray LaMontagne

Band of Horses


The Heavy


Thousand Foot Krutch

Like a Storm



Kate SeRine writes award-winning romantic suspense and paranormal romance. A past recipient of an Emily Award and the National Readers Choice Award, she has also been a finalist in the Fire and Ice Contest, Finally a Bride Contest, and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence. She lives with her husband and two sons outside Indianapolis, Indiana. Connect with Kate at


Title: Safe from Harm
Series: Protect & Serve, #2
Author: Kate SeRine
Pub Date: October 4, 2016a
ISBN: 9781492639169


It’s All Harmless Flirting Until Someone Gets Shot…

Deputy Gabe Dawson has had his eye on prosecuting attorney Elle McCoy for years. But the smart, sassy redhead is immune to his legendary charm and good looks–until Gabe is shot on the courthouse steps protecting Elle from a vengeful domestic extremist.

Elle has been protecting her heart from the cocky playboy cop. But it’s hard not to notice a guy when he takes a bullet for you and seems determined to turn his life around. With terrorists still at large and Elle a target, Gabe and his law enforcement brothers kick into high gear to take down the threat. And as they work together, Elle realizes she’s losing her heart to a man who will risk it all to keep her safe from harm.

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New Release and Giveaway! ONE STEP BEHIND by Brianna Labuskes

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One Step Behind
by Brianna Labuskes
Publication Date: September 26, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Historical, Romance

Synopsis: Vengeance never dies … When the unconventional Imogen Lancaster embarked on a mission to infiltrate high society and avenge her beloved cousin’s murder she never would have guessed she’d end up in the arms of a thief. At least, that’s what she assumes when she discovers Lucas Stone breaking into a private safe.

Lucas Stone, the Earl of Winchester, has a reputation for arrogance and a soft-spot for his sister, which is how he ends up in the predicament of hiding behind a curtain at midnight with the dreadfully dull Miss Imogen Lancaster. But he soon discovers appearances can be deceiving when the country mouse turns into a spitfire in front of his eyes and she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with him.

Though one is chasing a blackmailer and the other a murderer, they quickly realize they are on the hunt for the same villain. Now they must work together, which would be fine, if they could decide if they’d rather fall in love or kill one another.


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She’d almost relaxed when she felt a looming presence behind her. She pivoted to find herself face to chest with Lucas. She took a shaky step back, trailing her eyes up until they met his.

Would the jolt she felt when she saw him ever fade?

“My lord,” was all she could manage. He took her hand, brought it to his full lips, and brushed his mouth over her knuckles.

“Miss Lancaster,” he said, making the words sound like a dark promise. He turned to the gaggle of men hovering around her and nodded to each.

“Winchester,” came the chorus from the group as a series of heads bowed. Gemma smiled to herself. They looked like nothing so much as a group of puffins.

After paying his respects to Roz, Lucas turned back to her. “Is your dance card open for the waltz, Miss Lancaster? I believe it is the next song.”

She refused to admit she was saving the set for him, lest he become even more insufferable, so she made a show of checking her card. “I believe I am free.”

His eyes lit with humor as he led her onto the floor. Couples in beautiful silk and lace took their places, awaiting the quartet on the small stage by the terrace doors.

She had a thought. “Did you time your entrance to coincide with the waltz, my lord?”

“Merely a happy coincidence, Gemma,” he said, letting her name melt off his tongue, a deliberate intimacy after the

“Miss Lancaster” of earlier. The sweet strains of the strings began, and he swept her into a graceful arc. Colors and light swirled as they spun through the crowd on the dance floor.

Her pulse tripped as the warmth of his hand seeped through the gossamer fabric of her dress. She wanted more. She wished they were alone so he could pull her closer, maybe even kiss her the way he had done after they’d made their deal. She blushed at the memory—and at the urge to repeat it.

Where had these thoughts come from? She had always had a fair appreciation of the male form. But this visceral ache, this need to be closer, ever closer was new and unfamiliar. Scary. But a little invigorating, too, if she were honest with herself. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric covering his broad shoulder.

Then she realized what it was. It was the waltz. She’d always heard it could inflame the senses and cloud logic. That is was sensual and dangerous. She’d laughed the warnings off. The waltzes she had danced before had all been staid, awkward affairs in which she’d been stuck with her partner for half hours at a time. But now she realized why the highest sticklers criticized the dance and restricted who could partake in it.

“Where are your thoughts?” he asked.

Her blush deepened. She hoped he would attribute it to their exertions on the dance floor. “I was simply thinking how much I enjoy the waltz.”

“With the right partner it can be very…stimulating,” he murmured, and she sucked in a breath.

Was he reading her mind?

“And how many times have you danced it with the right partner?” she returned.

His smoldering gaze held hers a moment before he said, “You told me attending balls is your favorite thing about being in London. Were you being truthful?”

She was confused for a brief second by the question before remembering the conversation. She laughed. “Oh, heavens no. The only way I survive them is by hiding behind the protective wall of the puffins.”

“The puffins?”

“How I think of Roz’s admirers,” she said. She thought about the question. “I do enjoy watching society at these parties. I only wish I did not have to be a part of it.”

“An observer of human nature,” he mused.

“As are you, my lord,” she said. “You do not see only what you are looking for. You see who people are. You saw through my ruse, after all.”

“It was obvious to the most casual observer that you were not what you appeared to be.” His grin was arrogant and peeved her a bit, even though she believed his words were meant to flatter her.

“No one else questioned it,” she reminded him. “What gave it away?”

“Your eyes,” he said. “You could never keep the humor from your eyes.”

Ignoring the warmth of his leg through his breeches, she tried to press on with her questioning. “Do you have any enemies?”

“Plenty, I am sure. I will have to think on this,” his voice was dismissive, as if he suddenly didn’t want to talk about it.

Her suspicions were confirmed when he turned hooded eyes on her at the same time the pad of his thumb found and then stroked the sensitive dip in her palm. He wanted to distract her.

And it’s working.

She tried to tug her hand away in a manner that wouldn’t be obvious. When that didn’t work, she shifted so that she wouldn’t be tempted to lean into the cloying warmth of his solid body. His smile told her she wasn’t being as subtle as she hoped.

“How many enemies do you have, my dear?” he asked, his voice silken, his thumb continuing that maddening pattern against her hand. There was something underneath the question, something persuasive that traced shivers along her spine.

“None,” she whispered. Her voice had deserted her along with her common sense. She cleared her throat hoping to regain both. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he murmured, bringing her palm to his lips. The gentle touch was all it took to set her nerves aflame. This time when she pulled her hand back, he let her go. Amusement glinted in his eyes. “No broken hearts along the way?”

“Oh, a few dozen here or there,” she replied, though her voice was still breathy. Not quite the carefree flirt she’d wanted to portray.Back to the case. That was safe territory.

“So as to the people who could be after you…” she prompted.

“I’m far more interested in the beaux you have left mournful in your wake.” His fingers trapped one of the loose curls that bounced around her face, sliding the strands between the pads.

Maybe he needed time. Time to think and time to digest.

She could relate to that. She was stubborn, but she wouldn’t press him. That’s what partners did, she thought happily. They distracted or listened or prodded or helped. And when necessary, they backed off.

It was a nice feeling, that. Being needed. As a partner. She decided she wouldn’t overthink it for now.

He wants banter? We’ll banter.

“They were legion. But they were all honorable gentlemen—unlike yourself, I may add.”

He gasped his faux outrage.“Are you saying my behavior is anything less than exemplary?”

She slid her gaze to the fingers that were still toying with her hair.

His free hand flew to his heart. She stifled a wholly unladylike giggle at his shocked and offended expression. “I demand satisfaction for this insult. Pistols at dawn,” he roared into the swaying carriage.

She wrinkled her brow. “I believe, as the challenged party, I get to choose the weapon.”

“A thousand apologies, my lady.” He cut a small bow in her direction. “Would you rather it be slow and tortuous?”

“I am not cruel,” she said loftily. “I can take mercy on you if you so humble yourself before me.”

“What if I like it slow and tortuous?” he murmured.

Heat burned in her cheeks and in her belly. She may be an innocent, but she knew he was no longer talking about their fake duel. She wished she could be audacious and meet his gaze, and smile and flirt, but she couldn’t quite muster up the courage. She faltered instead, and he rumbled with a low chuckle. “Is it just a glance then? You could fell a man with your eyes alone, my dear.”

He wasn’t letting her escape the tension that had fluttered to life between them. She felt it, like a palpable thing, almost as if she could reach out and touch the fire that burned in the spaces they didn’t fill.

“Oh posh,” she laughed, trying to douse it. It was getting harder to get air into her lungs; her breath kept catching in her throat. She’d wanted to distract him, but she hadn’t quite pictured it going this far. It was the middle of the day for heaven’s sake.

“Or your…mouth. Is that your weapon of choice?” His gaze dropped to her mouth as she wet her suddenly parched lips.

“I have been told it can be quite savage,” she quipped, though with more bravado than arrogance. There was something dangerous in his answering smile.

“Shall we put it to the test?”

Before she could answer, he pulled her into his lap. She didn’t resist. Couldn’t think to resist. All she could think about was their kiss in the library. She wanted that again. Wanted his lips on hers, that slick rush of heat when his tongue pushed into her mouth. If that made her a wanton, well, she was finding it harder and harder to care. It wasn’t as if she were planning to find a husband when this was over.

He tipped her chin up so that his gaze locked on hers, and the black of his pupils all but swallowed up the color in his eyes.

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Brianna Labuskes

Brianna Labuskes’ life-long dream was to join the ranks of the superstar women who penned the romance novels — from historicals to contemporaries and everything in between — of which she could never quite get enough. She tries to write the books she wants to read, with spunky heroines who save the day while their heroes watch in awe and admiration. When she’s not writing, you can find Brianna playing with her two adorable nieces, editing health care policy news (while expounding the virtues of journalism) and watching too much Netflix. She also loves travel, feminism and country music.

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New Release Playlist and Giveaway! SPIN by Sheilee Gray (Boosted Hearts #2)

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by Sherilee Gray
Boosted Hearts #2
Publication Date: July 22, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance

Synopsis:He never planned on falling for the enemy…

Indebted to a local crime boss thanks to their father’s gambling debts, mechanic Joe Colton and his brother have been forced to steal cars for three soul-killing years. But when Joe saves the man’s niece from police – the same deliciously hot-blooded woman sabotaging their efforts to clear the debt – it’s time to negotiate new terms. And discover why, that one night, she burned him with a kiss then ran…

Darcey Connors will do anything to get her baby brother away from the criminals in her family – even screw up a good man’s life. Yet in the midst of tailing Joe, she somehow falls hard for the sexy tattooed car thief. Nothing can happen between them, but she owes him big time, and if he’s going it alone, she is going to help. As long as no one ever finds out – not Joe, her family, the police – or she could lose everything.



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There was a scrape and a laugh behind them. They both froze.

“Hey! Get away from my car,” someone yelled.


“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Joe whispered.



She did as he said, and he leaned into her, hands dropping to her goddamn ass, again. Then he hoisted her higher, so their mouths were just an inch apart.

“What are you…?”

“Kiss me.”

Joe,” she warned.

“We don’t want him calling security.”

The pulse at her neck was thudding, heavy and thick.

“We don’t have another choice,” he rasped.

Dammit. Her thigh muscles twitched before she yanked up her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was either that, or let her legs dangle above the ground like a rag doll.

He sucked in a breath, then his teeth flashed in the moonlight.

“Get on with it then.” She was going for unaffected, but yeah, she wasn’t fooling anyone. Not with the way her heart was attempting to pound right out of her chest.

His nose slid along hers briefly, skin warm, the beard surrounding his lips tickling her chin, making her shiver. Then he closed the gap, soft yet firm lips pressing against hers. She had every intension of faking it, knowing all too well the dangers of kissing this man. The trouble it could get her into. But then he swiped his tongue over her lower lip, and she was—gone. Just like that, one stroke, one taste of him, the smell of his skin, the rasp of his beard against her cheek, and she was helpless to resist.

Then he did it again, and her mouth opened on a moan. His tongue slid in, tangling with hers—slow, deep, greedy licks that curled her toes. His hands tightened on her ass, squeezing, and she started to tremble. Gripping the side of his neck with one hand and fisting the lapel of his suit jacket, holding him to her, with the other, she started kissing him back. His deep groan turned her lower belly liquid. God, she was losing the battle here. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d already lost it completely.

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He never planned on falling for the enemy…

Indebted to a local crime boss thanks to their father’s gambling debts, mechanic Joe Colton and his brother have been forced to steal cars for three soul-killing years. But when Joe saves the man’s niece from police – the same deliciously hot-blooded woman sabotaging their efforts to clear the debt – it’s time to negotiate new terms. And discover why, that one night, she burned him with a kiss then ran…

Darcey Connors will do anything to get her baby brother away from the criminals in her family – even screw up a good man’s life. Yet in the midst of tailing Joe, she somehow falls hard for the sexy tattooed car thief. Nothing can happen between them, but she owes him big time, and if he’s going it alone, she is going to help. As long as no one ever finds out – not Joe, her family, the police – or she could lose everything.

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Sherilee Gray

Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.

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A Conversation(and giveaway!) with London Miller, Author of RED (Den of Mercenaries #1)

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What 5 things should readers know about you?

  1. I drink LOTS of Sprite.
  2. I love all things Russian Organized Crime
  3. My favorite color is purple.
  4. When I’m not writing, I’m reading.
  5. I have two puppies that may, or may not, love me more than they love my husband.

LOL—I’m my dog’s favorite too 🙂


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? 😉

First you have Niklaus—or Red to those he’s unfamiliar with—a mercenary for the Den who carries guilt like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. When he’s not going at it with his twin brother—and Mishca is, notably, the only person that can get a rise out of him—he’s pretty mellow. Especially when it comes to Reagan.

Reagan is the heroine of the story. She works hard for the things she wants, even when she didn’t know she needed them. Once Niklaus walks into her life, she can’t let him go.

Niklaus would want to bring a weapon, but Reagan would think to bring a firestarter.

Very practical choices!



Where did the inspiration for this book come from?

While working on the Volkov Bratva series, I was always interested in delving further into Niklaus’ world with the mercenaries and what their lives are like. They’re not traditionally in the spotlight the way a mafia family would be. I’ve always found the shady dealings within the black market incredibly fascinating.



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

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but I really started to focus on my craft when I read Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon. That book made me want to start writing my own novels.

I’ve heard so many great things about her books! I’ve got quite a few on my TBR.


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

I love creating these riveting worlds where the characters feel real, and readers can connect with them, but I also find this to be the challenging part about it all. You never want to disappoint a reader for the same reason.

Exactly! I couldn’t agree more.



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

I’m currently working on Celt which is the seconds book in the Den of Mercenaries series. You can expect to see him at some point during the summer. I also have a novel that I co-wrote with Bethany-Kris (Hey Kris!) called Where the Sun Hides. That’s out June 6.

Awesome! Sounds great 🙂


What authors and/or books have inspired you?

Oh, so many that I would probably leave out a good number of them, but off the top of my head I would say: Kresley Cole, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Bethany-Kris, Lauren Gilley and so many others.

It’s impossible to choose just one, isn’t it? 😉


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

I’m not currently reading anything since I’m deep in the writing cave, but I have a backlist a mile long for when I’m finished.

I hear you! I’m just hoping I never get trapped beneath my TBR pile—that would be unfortunate…


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

Come to the dark side, I have Russians. 🙂

LOL! I love it!



With a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.

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by London Miller
Den of Mercenaries, #1
Publication Date: April 30, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Organized Crime


Welcome to the Den…

Seven years ago, Niklaus “Red” Volkov was offered an opportunity, one that would give him the ability to even the score with the Albanian mobsters that had tortured him for days and took the life of the only girl he’d loved.
But that gift came with strings…

Molded into the perfect soldier, Niklaus joined an elite group of mercenaries, loyal to a mysterious man known only as The Kingmaker. He willingly paid the price for means to fulfill the vendetta that plagued him each day.

Vengeance was all he knew…

And death was all he lived for…

Until it wasn’t…

Until her…


While he slept, he didn’t look as defiant, as dangerous as he did when he was awake and able to use words to his advantage. She had seen him asleep before, if only briefly, and during that time, he had looked like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders, and he could breathe again.

Now? Well, now he looked like that weight was back on and it was crushing him.

Without thinking, Reagan reached for him, smoothing her fingers over his shoulders, hoping to ease the tension that seemed to be bundled there, but her touch had just skipped over the scarred tattoo when he suddenly bolted up, grabbing hold of her wrists as he went.

In seconds she was underneath him in the bed, her hands gripped so tightly that even if she wanted to get free, she couldn’t.

“Niklaus,” she whispered, careful to keep her voice down with the frenzy she could see in his gaze. “It’s me.”

He didn’t let up, not immediately. Niklaus just looked down at her as if he didn’t recognize her, as though whatever he was seeing was meshing with the nightmare that had kept him under.

Blinking slowly, the fog seemed to clear, and he gradually released his hold on her, but didn’t move off her. Not yet.

“Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine. You didn’t really hurt me.” But she didn’t try and touch his scar again.

Gradually, he sat up, rubbing at his eyes as he sighed heavily. All too quickly he went from one extreme to a look of sadness that made her ache for him.

What did he dream about that put that expression on his face?

They didn’t ask a lot of personal questions when they were together, though she had learned a few more things about him this time around as opposed to the last.

But this…this she hoped he would share, if only so she could ease that storm she saw behind his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t respond for at least a minute, but he turned back towards her, the emotions she had seen replaced with darker ones. At least she was more familiar with the way he was looking at her now.

“Help me forget,” he said as he pushed off the headboard, pulling her into him.


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