Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Guest Blog ~ Paranormal Heroes ~ and Read an #Excerpt from Vicki Crum's #Paranormal #Romance Novel Once in a Blue Moon #BewitchingBookTours


I have the pleasure of welcoming Vicki to the blog today!!!

Paranormal Heroes

Hello and welcome to my Bewitching Blog Tour! I’m Vicki Crum, and I write contemporary and paranormal romance. My new release, Once in a Blue Moon, is my first foray into the fun and exciting world of werewolves.

When I was thinking about diving into my first paranormal story, I wasn’t sure which way I wanted to go at first. Hmmm…vampires or werewolves? Which fantasy would provide the most fun for me, as the writer, and the best possible romantic adventure? I had to give it a little thought, and now I propose the question to you.

Vamps or weres? 

Although I confessed in an earlier blog to having had a pretty big Edward Cullen crush a couple of years back, I have to admit that vampires usually don’t do it for me. Sure, they’re tall and dark, insanely handsome and endlessly mysterious---oh, and did I forget to mention incredibly powerful? 

Now I know what you’re thinking…not a bad package for a swoon-worthy alpha hero.

True enough. Still, something about the rules of a vampire’s existence seem a bit limiting to me. Maybe it’s because I’m too emotionally invested in feeling the warm sun on my face, being able to splash through a mountain stream at dawn, or share a late night supper of roast beef and chocolate covered strawberries with the man of my dreams.

And then…well, there’s the whole pesky issue of not being able to have children….

Wolves, for instance, have always enjoyed the reputation of being noble creatures---fierce perhaps---but noble. The most intelligent, dangerous, and most admired species of the canine family, and I have to agree. Plus---and here is where the romantic part comes in---wolves mate for life. How cool is that?

So…take the noble heart and the intense physicality of a wolf, combine it with a passionate, virile chunk of humanity, and you’ve got the makings of a serious heartthrob alpha. Let’s give him a mane of thick brown hair, shot through with streaks of sun-kissed gold. Six feet…no, six-two, with a wide, chiseled chest and powerful arms. How about taut, toned abs, a strong jaw shadowed with occasional reddish-blond stubble, and a roguish twinkle in his deep amber eyes?

Add it all up and what do you get? Jake Benedict, my own special hero from Once in a Blue Moon.

Now all you have to do is enjoy him!

About Once in a Blue Moon:

Casey Montgomery’s lifelong addiction to “bad boys” has brought her nothing but heartache. Just as she swears off alpha males forever, a brief, torrid encounter with one of the hottest, Harley-riding, leather-jacketed hunks she’s ever seen leaves her reeling---and worse, jeopardizes her carefully laid plans to meet and fall in love with a nice, dependable nerd.

Jake Benedict has been around the block enough times to recognize his mate when he meets her, a gorgeous werewolf with a case of latent genes who doesn’t have a clue about her true identity. Jake is just the were to teach Casey about her ancient heritage and coax her feral side into revealing itself.

While Casey can’t resist the intense physical attraction she feels for Jake, she’s determined to freeze him out emotionally. Can Jake break through Casey’s defenses and prove to her once and for all that he’s one bad boy who’s playing for keeps?

Once in a Blue Moon
Vicki Crum

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Rebecca J Vickery
Date of Publication: May15, 2015

ISBN: 1512032964
ASIN: BOOXPWMWXS

Number of pages: 171
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Joshua Shinn

Read an Excerpt:

          Casey Montgomery snapped to attention, her gaze darting toward the street, as the snarling roar of a motorcycle engine ripped through the tranquil morning. There were two things guaranteed to make Casey sit up and pant like a puppy. One was the deep musky scent of well-worn leather, and the other was that sound—the sound of speed and power that had her blood sizzling like hot oil and a wicked vision of vibrant, seductive man shimmering in her brain. It was a conditioned response she didn’t seem to have any control over.
            Casey’s gaze latched onto the bike, and the broad, leather-jacketed back of the guy who guided it deftly through traffic as though he and the bike were one. She ached with the need to see him better, to learn something about him…where he’d come from and where he was headed. To climb up behind him and hang on tight, feel the warm wind caressing her face and whipping through her hair.
            Heaving her purse into the back of her lime-green VW convertible, Casey slid behind the steering wheel, cranked up the engine, and squealed backwards out of her parking spot. It was fortunate that someone was waiting to pull in behind her, slowing the flow of traffic on the busy downtown Manhattan Beach street.
            What madness spurred her to dash in and out of traffic for the next half-mile or so until she was directly behind the motorcycle, pursuing it down the coastal road out of town, she would never know. But pursue it she did, as if every last brain cell she possessed had turned to rot. For as long as Casey could remember, she’d had a weakness for bad boys. Her affliction went beyond mere feminine curiosity, or even a fascination with what some might call the masculine mystique. No, what Casey suffered from was a serious case of throw-your-good-sense-out-the-window-and-jump-right-in syndrome when it came to this particular brand of men.
            The stranger sat the bike with the confidence and poise of a man certain of his place in the world. He had an aura around him, something indefinable, some kind of mysterious X factor that filled Casey with a wild, reckless yearning to be near him.
            When the road widened, she hit the gas and swung out into the left lane, drawing abreast of him just as a red light up ahead forced them both to slow to a stop. All she wanted was a look at his face. She willed him to turn and look at her, and when he did her breath got all balled up in her chest. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, but what she could make out below the line of his helmet—lean cheeks and a strong, masculine jaw—Casey had to bite her lip against a raw, almost feral surge of attraction.
            The light turned green, and he shot Casey a smile as he revved the powerful engine and took off. She was so rattled by the brief encounter, it was all she could do to keep the VW in her own lane as she stomped on the gas pedal and shot forward after him.
            Dear Lord, what was happening to her? She’d suffered through enough disastrous relationships with alpha-male types that she’d long since sworn off anyone who could even remotely be classified as a bad boy, a maverick, a renegade. A man whose inbred machismo blinded him to any other needs but his own. Even at her lowest point, she’d never behaved quite this irrationally.
            Releasing her death grip on the steering wheel, one shaky hand at a time, Casey dried her sweaty palms off on her skirt. As she did so, she spotted a place to pull off the road in a secluded little turn-out and regroup. With her heart still careening along like an out-of-control bobsled, she steered the tiny convertible over into the right hand lane and off the road.
            After bringing the car to a too-sudden stop, Casey turned off the engine and flipped down the sun visor to squint into the small rectangular mirror. Sure enough, her cheeks flamed as bright as a blood-red sunset. What a mortifying turn of events. Dare she hope the man hadn’t observed her chasing him down like a wild beast?
Casey fanned her face with one hand, while taking a surreptitious glance around. She was parked in a shady nook across the road from a popular local beach. The lure of the ocean and the warm Southern California sun had drawn the usual crowd out to enjoy the early summer day. Ripples of laughter could be heard from across the way, mingled with the occasional bark of a dog and the ever-constant roar of the surf tumbling against the shore.
            Casey’s pulse rate had almost returned to normal when her stomach leapt at the familiar purr of a fine-tuned Harley coming from over her left shoulder. The powerful machine came to a halt about fifteen feet away in a rolling cloud of loose dirt. Casey wet her lips as she watched the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on swing one denim-clad leg over the leather seat and dismount. Her mouth fell open as he ambled toward her, pulling off his helmet to reveal a healthy head of sable brown hair highlighted by an occasional streak of gold. The streaks in his hair and his deeply tanned skin testified to what she already knew—he was accustomed to spending a lot of time outdoors.
            “You all right?” he asked, casually dangling his dark blue helmet from long, lean fingers.
            He stood not three feet from her car, hip cocked to the side, tall and solid and so strikingly handsome Casey thought he must be a mirage.
            Easy enough to find out, she thought, opening her door and stepping out. She’d come too far. There would be no retreat from this humiliating predicament, so she might as well bluster her way through. She reached up with the intent of removing his sunglasses and quickly found her wrist caught in a firm, yet gentle grip. The sharp sound her breath made as it got stuck in her throat echoed loud in the silence.
            “I just wanted to see your eyes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a faint puff of air.
            One dark eyebrow rose above the thin metal rim of his shades. “Yeah? I was wondering why you nearly ran yourself off the road back there.” He punctuated his teasing comment with a deliciously sexy grin.
            Who cared about his eyes? That smile was enough to turn her insides to pureed squash. That and the aroma of leather that jumped out and blind-sided her as he moved in close. Leather and something even more feral. Whatever it was invaded her bloodstream and set every cell in her body on fire.
            He let go of her wrist to cup the side of her face. Casey was ridiculously touched by his
gentleness even as her desire to be as close as humanly possible to this man raged out of control.
            His need suddenly seemed to rear up and collide with hers. Yanking her into his arms, he
pressed close, close enough that she could see every minuscule line and tiny freckle on his face.
            Then his mouth crashed down over hers.

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Vicki Crum writes both contemporary and paranormal romance. She lives with her husband of 40 years in a small, enchanted seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren, Bella and Jackson, whom she loves to distraction. Vicki loves to talk to her readers.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Cover Reveal for Love Always, by Sonya Loveday and Candace Knoebel

Welcome to the Cover Reveal for
Love Always,
By Sonya Loveday and Candace Knoebel


Book Details:

TITLE: Love Always,

AUTHORS: Sonya Loveday & Candace Knoebel

COVER DESIGN: Najla Qamber Designs

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

RELEASE DATE: August 25th, 2015


About the Book:

I’ve met boys like him before. Rich. Bored. Always wearing a silver-spooned smile. But there is something different about him that piques my curiosity. The way he looks at me, like he is staring through the bars of a gilded cage he’s never left. Like he is one breath away from suffocating beneath a mound of responsibilities. He is different from the rest because he doesn’t wear his money… his money wears him. I just don’t think he knows it yet.

She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She’s everything I’ve never been able to be. Carefree. Whimsical. A dreamer. Her laugh is infectious. She is irresistible. I can’t help but be drawn to her with an intensity that steals my breath and muddles my senses. I want to know her, need to know her, but how can I allow myself that liberty when I don’t have the freedom to make my own choices? Phillip and Maggie think they have it all. Even though they come from opposite backgrounds, they each have bright futures paved out, with no distractions holding them back. Until the fateful day they meet each other. After a brief, adventurous time together in The Hamptons, Maggie and Phillip find themselves saying goodbye just as the spark of love flashes intensely between them. Can their budding connection be enough to survive the pulling tides of change, or will they drift apart before they even have a chance to explore what could have been?





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Book Blitz & #Giveaway for So Shall I Reap by Kathy-Lynn Cross

Welcome to the Book Blitz for So Shall I Reap by Kathy-Lynn Cross!

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About So Shall I Reap:  

There is no protection from the Unseen.

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Las Vegas, Nevada can’t contain Alexcia Crystalline Stasis, who is living the ideal teenager’s dream as the school’s elite socialite. That is, until a fatal car accident changes everything. Now Alexcia’s emotions are on the verge of combusting. As if mourning the loss of her boyfriend isn’t enough, she is also dealing with extreme night terrors that leave her wondering if she just might need to be fitted for a straightjacket.

Tevin isn’t your normal daemon. He’s the leader of his clan, and he also happens to be a very active Grim Reaper. He never wanted to be charged with babysitting the one girl who can sway Creation’s Balance. Tevin has known and kept Alexcia safe most of her life. Now that he has to become even more personally involved in her protection, Tevin finds himself having a hard time separating his sworn duty and pure curiosity. What does make Alexcia tick?

Will Tevin be able to keep Alexcia safe from the Unseen? And will Alexcia’s emotions eventually help Tevin attempt to understand what being human is all about? Or will the entities and assassins’ of the Unseen get what they want … her dead.

Book Details:

Title:  So Shall I Reap

Series:  The Unseen Series

Author:  Kathy-Lynn Cross

Published:  June 30th, 2015
  
Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing

Genre:  YA Paranormal

Content Warning:  Violence and adult language

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Read an Excerpt from So Shall I Reap by Kathy-Lynn Cross:

Flames and darkness served as a reminder of the future we faced. Resting both forearms around my middle and feeling defeated, I shuddered. Filling in my view with his unreadable stare, he then glanced away briefly and whispered, “I wonder if a soulless creature is worthy to be bound by a heart, tied to a soul? Yet, as you stand there looking at me, I continue seeing the eyes of the child I once knew. Do you still want to offer me your soul?”

Without hesitation, sorrow for him exploded inside my chest. Thin lines of ink trailed down his cheeks, and I reached up to caress this face while pulling him closer for a chance to kiss his lips. Even for a moment, to give him a taste of my soul.

How did I know him?

I hadn’t grasped the words he spoke, let alone the feelings I had for him. Without conscious control over my voice, it answered him for me, “I can only choose what is right and pure. This is my only function. My heart is all the power I can give you right now.” I was unsure what I meant, but he smiled at me. The creatures formed a tighter circle around us and their wings appeared to be dripping hot silver acid that melted into what looked like cloaks made of the same black mist rising from the ground. Without notice, I found myself wrapped within two massive wings.

His wings sizzled as he pulled me into his icy embrace, leaning in to whisper against the inner part of my ear, “They say love knows no bounds. Death only has one boundary, and you cross over it when your heart stops. But written on the Unseen scrolls, it states this one emotion will last even after the breath ceases.”

With his trail of words still lingering against the inside curvature of my ear, my composure disappeared. The blankets were wrapped tight around me like a cocoon. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it had snowed in the room overnight. Shadows were thick and barricaded the bedroom and closet doors. No escape from the nightly terrors. Rubbing the grit from each lash, I unwrapped from the cocoon of covers, followed by flopping one leg at a time to the floor. My mind was clouded in the thick fog making it difficult to push off the bed. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been so weak and chilled from sweating. An overwhelming need washed over me to open the drapes and cleanse the bedroom from the unknown with the glow from the streetlights. His presence remained in the room with me. Turning slowly from the window, it felt as if I were wearing lead shoes. Pushing their weight toward the mirror, I was horrified at the face gaping back at me. I leaned closer to try and comprehend what the glass was telling me. Two small, dried streams of red gleamed on my cheeks. I was frozen in a nonexistent moment of time. My breath caught as I gasped… and woke up.

 photo Kathy-Lynn-Cross.jpg About the Author:

Born in Pomona, California, Kathy-Lynn Cross lived there for twelve years until her family moved to Las Vegas, Nevada—where she resides still to this day. Inspired by the backdrop of Sin City, Kathy-Lynn took her English professor’s advice and wrote about the hometown that she knew.

Kathy-Lynn wasn’t always a writer. In 2008, when her niece was hospitalized, Kathy-Lynn decided to do something special for her so she wrote a short tale for her to read. After devouring it in a single day, her niece and the nurses in the pediatrics wing quickly asked her, “What’s next?”

That was when a new chapter in her life opened up, and Kathy-Lynn realized that she wanted to become a Storyweaver.

Kathy-Lynn loves the color red and obsessively uses it in everything, including her bottle-blonde hair accented by red highlights. She has a knack for baking and cake decorating—that is, when her fingers are not busy writing mayhem. When recharging, you could find her curled up with a cup of coffee and a good book or spending time with her hubby of nineteen years, two kids, four cats, and the family dog.

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Review: Don't Tell Her to Relax: 22 Ways to Support Your Infertile Loved One Through Diagnosis, Treatment, and Beyond by Zahie El Kouri


About the Book:

Twelve percent of all women of childbearing age struggle with infertility, or 1 in 8 couples.

Despite these statistics, and the fact that so many women struggle to have a child, most of them feel alone, in part because those closest to them don’t know what to say or how to say it. Perhaps you are one of these people. You don’t want to offend your loved one; you don’t want to make her sad; you don’t want to intrude on her privacy. But you also don’t want her to feel alone. You want to offer love and support and the opportunity to discuss what she is going through.

To try and help those struggling with infertility and the people who love and support them, former lawyer Zahie El Kouri wrote the new book, Don’t Tell Her to Relax: 22 Ways to Support Your Infertile Loved One Through Diagnosis, Treatment, and Beyond. Based on her own painful experiences, El Kouri teaches readers how to be supportive with women dealing with fertility issues without being intrusive or offensive. Written in a compassionate and friendly tone, this new book is the ultimate guide for family members and friends who wish to help and emotionally support a loved one cope with the stress and frustration of infertility.

Designed as a tool to open the conversation between the person who is going through infertility and the person who wants to help, Don’t Tell Her to Relax also touches on:

· Common Causes and Diagnosis: Common causes of infertility and different types of diagnostic procedures

· Treatments and Costs: Various fertility treatments such as IUI (intrauterine insemination) and IVF (in vitro fertilization) as well as the financial costs associated with each

· Hormones: The volatility of emotions that fertility hormones can produce in your loved one and how to handle them

· Emotional Support Simple tips to help your loved one minimize stress and focus on the future

· Building a Family: All of the ways possible to build your own family including: surrogacy, gestational carriers, embryo adoption, and traditional adoption

· And much more!

Book Details:

Paperback: 62 pages
Publisher: BookBaby (April 12, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1631928058
ISBN-13: 978-1631928055

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My Review:

I don't normally accept self-help or non-fiction books for review. However, when the representative from Smith Publicity contacted me about Don't Tell Her to Relax, after reading what the book was all about, I couldn't say no. This is a book that I've been waiting on, for 10 years.....

You see, I'm infertile; I've never been able to produce offspring. The subject of this book is none other than me and countless other women (and their significant others) who've been unsuccessful in their quest to become parents. Very few people understand the pain, emotions, and conflict that are stirred up in the minds of the people who so desperately wish to have children, are unable, and yet have to live among those that can. Speaking from experience, these emotions aren't 24/7. Sometimes the feelings only crop up once in a while, sometimes they crop up and stay for a week.

It's very difficult some days to be happy when a friend announces they are pregnant or that a co-worker's daughter is having a baby. I fake a smile quite often while offering a "Congratulations" that is anything but heartfelt. It's not anything against the person but it just reinforces what is unattainable and with every passing year, becomes even more unlikely. To make matters worse, my husband and I can't afford the thousands of dollars that fertility testing/treatments would cost nor the cost of adoption, surrogacy, or gestational hosts. It's just not possible.

This short book is packed full of helpful hints for those who know people that are infertile. I appreciate the efforts that the author put forth in order to educate others about people who have fertility issues. The more people that read this book, the better our society will be at not alienating those who are unable to have children. Thank you, Kahie, for writing this book filled with tips and suggestions to help family members, friends, and everyone else support an infertile love one.

Review copy courtesy of Smith Publicity, at no cost, in exchange for an honest review.

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DAMAGED, by Avelyn Paige, IS FREE!! #CancerSucks #KickAssTakeNames #Damaged #NotBroken

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Evie Carter has faced trials and tribulations her entire life. Her teenage years have been ripped away from her as she battles cancer. Just when things can’t get any worse, her doctor delivers the news that it’s finally time to make a life or death decision. Her options are limited and come with deadly consequences. The miracle drug that is meant to save her life changes her on a cellular level. She might not be damaged anymore, but she might just be damned in her new life.






“I’m so sorry—” begins Dr. Lu“—but, Evie isn’t going to survive her treatment. Her body is beginning to shut down.  She was just too weak to make it through the procedure. I thought she would be strong enough after her pre-trial exam, but even I could not predict her reaction to the procedure. I fear that in just a few short hours her brain activity will cease and her blood pressure will rapidly begin to drop. We’ve made her comfortable so you can say your goodbyes, but barring a miracle or an act of God, Evie is gone.” Heavy sobs fill the room as my family breaks down at the news.

Gone? How in the fuck am I gone? I’m right here! I want to scream at Dr. Lu for scaring my parents like this. I just need to get more of these drugs out of my system so I can show them that I am still here. I feel fine! I feel better than I have in months and she’s telling my family I’m dying? I don’t understand!!  I AM RIGHT HERE! 








Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. She may be a Hoosier by birth, but she’s a Boilermaker by choice! Avelyn lives in rural Indiana with her pastor husband, 2 spoiled cats, and one very odd looking dog.  She’s an oncology research scientist by day and a writer and book review blogger by night. She enjoys reading anything she can get her hands, baking, and spending time with her friends and family.

Never intending on ever writing her own book, the idea behind the Damaged series came to her on a drive to work early one morning thinking about her father who’d recently passed away. His strength during his cancer and rare blood disease battle inspired Avelyn to do something she’s never thought about before. She’s excited to see where this wild ride takes her. 

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Blog Tour & #Giveaway ~ Contemporary Romance Novel, What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan

Welcome to the Blog Tour for Contemporary Romance Novel, 
What Janie Wants by Rhenna Morgan!


About the Novel:

Clothing optional…

Janie McAlister should have known better than to trust her quirky sister’s taste in resorts. Instead of thatched-roof huts and designer pools overlooking the ocean, she’s landed at the one seventies throwback in the Riviera Maya with an open door nudity policy. No way is she going au naturale in public. And she’s sure not entertaining the advances of the bold young man with the delicious body daring her to do exactly that…and so much more. 

Well, hello, Ms. McAlister… 

Zade Painel’s a man on a mission—grab some much needed R&R at Gypsy Cove, and figure out how to reclaim his boudoir photography business. He never thought the answer would come in the form of a curvy, forty-year-old redhead and an accidental knee to the ‘nads, but Janie proves to be a force of nature with a penchant for fixing things. She’s also sexy as hell. One way or another, he’s going to help her see just that. And if he plays his cards right, it'll be a heavenly hands-on approach that lasts way past seven days in paradise.


What Janie Wants

by: Rhenna Morgan

Publication Date: June 22, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance




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Told in Janie’s Point of View:

Janie froze. Every muscle locked up and her breath hitched. The only thing actively working was her heart, which after its initial stumble, had taken off at a gallop.

“…make damned sure the only thing you can do is feel.” 

So tempting. So terribly tempting.

The shadows around him accented the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, and his voice dropped to a grumble. “Talk to me, Janie.” 

And tell him what? That she wanted what he wanted as bad as he did, but she was terrified to give the green light? That she wasn’t sure she could take the disappointment in his eyes if things got serious and he saw what a quality sundress could hide? “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me what you want.”

Touch. Passion. Contact. Skin. It all rushed in at once, clogging her throat and seizing her thoughts. 

“One word.” His hand tightened on his lap, not so subtly gripping what looked to be a powerful erection. “One thing at a time.”

She swallowed and tried to catch her breath. The request leapt to her tongue, ready for launch. Damn it to hell, she was a living, breathing human, not some freakish deviant. Why couldn’t she say what she wanted? Own it. It was one night. One chance she may never get again. “A kiss.”


He stared at her. Quiet. 

Her lungs burned, the air so thick she could barely breathe.

He stood and padded to her side of the bed.

With every step, her heartbeat surged a notch. Her thighs pressed so tight together it was a wonder the bed didn’t shake.

He unhooked his watch. One of those chunky ones her son had begged her for two Christmas’ ago. Somehow the silver looked right on Zade. Manly. Effortless and stylish without being overblown. 

It clunked against the nightstand as he sat it aside. 

He’d rolled his sleeves up, tanned skin and prominent veins peeking from beneath the crisp blue fabric. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, leaving his neck on display. And his eyes, bright blue and bold as the hottest flame, framed by his loose blond bangs. 

He scanned her body stretched out on the bed, put a knee to the mattress, and straddled her thighs. Rooting his hands on either side of her head, he held his body over hers, yet not touching. “A kiss.” He dipped closer. Slow, inhaling deep. “Want to point out, you didn’t put any restrictions on your request.” 

He traced the line of her lips with his own, close enough to tickle and tease, but not nearly enough to give her what she craved. “You didn’t say how…” His warm breath fluttered against her face. “…or where.” He licked her lower lip and lifted his gaze to hers. “I’ll take that to mean I get to taste all of you.”

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Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality. Yes, her life rocks—two beautiful little girls, a great husband, a steady job, and the kind of friends that would take you out back if you hurt her. But, like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. So, when the world gets her down, she slips into something…less realistic. Romance is a must. So is a steamy romp (or four). Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, strong, intuitive men, and the sigh of, “Oh if only that could happen to me.” So, if you’re picking up one of her books, expect portals into alternate realms and men who’ll fight to keep the women they want. Romantic escape for the women who need it.

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Book Blast & #Giveaway: Stick in the Mud Meets Spontaneity (Meet Your Match #3) by Rachael Anderson

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About Stick in the Mud Meets Spontaneity:

Home from college for the summer, Samantha Kinsey steps into her role as nanny for her two favorite little charges. But when she finds herself playing chauffeur more than playmate, her summer outlook quickly turns from fun to bleak. That is, until she drives the girls to a family-owned ranch and meets Colten McCoy—a genuine, hard-working cowboy, who's as set in his ways as he is handsome. Although he claims he doesn't need any fun in his life, Sam’s determined to help him find it. But she'll soon discover that cowboys are about as easy to train as wild mustangs. Stick in the Mud Meets Spontaneity is about an adaptable girl and a not so adaptable guy. It’s about learning to accept people for who they are and realizing that sometimes who they are is exactly who they should be. 

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Author Rachael Anderson USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can't sing, doesn't dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating. 



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