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PROMO BLITZ: JUST ONE WEEK BY STACEY LYNN
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Nicole was finally recovering from losing her family in a car accident. When they met rock star Zack Walters and given backstage pages for his concert in their hometown of Minneapolis, Mia had no idea she would get involved with the band’s drummer, Chase Harper. It was simple, fun, and exactly what Mia liked best – no strings attached.
“You have a massage in one hour,” I remind her with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes slowly open and the smoky color in her blue eyes clears.
“Wha….”
I chuckle softly. It takes every ounce of self-control not to take her. How can one kiss turn both of so completely inside out like this?
“A massage. In one hour.” And then I smirk. “Unless you want me to take care of it for you.” I run my hands slowly down her throat, across her collar bone, and down her sides until I reach the edge of her short t-shirt that I want removed. Immediately. I play with the hem with my fingers and firmly grasp her thighs, squeezing the backs of them until my hands are cupping her perfect ass.
She jumps when I pinch each ass cheek, pushing me away. I throw my hands up innocently as she laughs just once. It’s the first smile I’ve gotten out of her since we stepped out of the plane. It’s progress and I’ll take it.
“You’re a tool.”
I place both hands on my hips, my feet shoulder-width apart, and watch her eyes fall to my erection that’s pressed so hard against my boxers I’m surprised it hasn’t popped out yet. When she’s looking, I wiggle my hips once. “We both know you like my tool.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she turns away, but she’s still smiling and laughing so I consider my work done for the morning.
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PROMO BLITZ: IN TOO DEEP BY SELENE CHARDOU
“Mr. Cox—”
“Call me Dizzy…everyone else does.”
“Dizzy, my wife was not privy to my background. I purposely didn’t tell her because I didn’t want to scare her away. However, now that she does know, I’m no longer involved with any criminal activities and I will do whatever it takes to help her brother be found.” Linx’s eyes stayed glued to the man in charge and refused to look at me.
“You see, Trista, that is true love and the man who finds it is worthy enough indeed.” Dizzy’s bright blue eyes locked with mine and held my gaze firmly this time. “Although I am not crazy about Cillian’s choice in women, he and Gisela are truly in love as are you and Linx. Your husband will become a club member and will sit for a Saint tattoo because he is overwhelmingly in love with you, Trista. He’d do anything, even sell his soul for you. You were lucky to find them but then again, like mother, like daughter.”
I didn’t understand where this conversation was going but I was sure I wasn’t going to like it, not that I was all that enamored with what I’d heard so far. It was like the blows kept coming and they wouldn’t fucking stop. When would I dig out the truth from underneath a stack of lies so high, no one knew if it even existed any longer.
I swallowed my Macallan and poured myself another drink. What I wouldn’t give for a joint right now; I seriously needed to get high and fucked up just to forget this clusterfuck called my life.
“What about my mother?” I questioned as evenly as possible.
As a woman, I wasn’t allowed to raise my voice or talk to Dizzy in any kind of way. He could order something very distasteful to happen, like all his sons, fucking me one after the other while Linx watched and there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do about it. I was the lone vagina in the room and this situation made me feel uncomfortable instead of empowered.
They all surveyed me like another piece of meat. I might as well been club ass but what did I expect with my skinny jeans riding the curves I was quickly beginning to lose and the full breasts that had once been my pride and joy but were now the bane of my existence?
Dizzy glared at me with I could only describe as cold, desolate eyes. “Your father, that two-timing, no good son of a bitch bastard left in just the right amount of time. Not only was I going to personally shoot his dirty, good for nothing Federal agent ass in the head but I was going to leave Bronaugh for Antoinette. God knows I have been in love with that woman from the first time I met her in Boston. I was just a small time thug at the time with a motorcycle club but she was beauty personified. How she ended up with that no good son of a bitch is beyond me. They were never a good match but her parents liked him so she did what she had to do.”
I couldn’t listen to the rest. I bolted from my seat and ran to the bathroom.
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PROMO BLITZ: SKIPPING STONES BY J.B. MCGEE
They say there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Not everyone will grieve in this order, nor will everyone go through every stage. It’s during the stage of denial when Alex Hart meets Andrew Foster. He takes her one-step closer to acceptance: the stage when new, meaningful relationships are formed. The stage when the realization occurs that this is now the new state of normal.
Just when Alex thinks she is on her way to healing, she enters the bargaining phase. That’s the phase where you wonder what you could have done differently. You wonder “what if?” Specifically, what if the ones you loved hadn’t left you?
Leaving…this is what makes heading off to war so difficult and frightening for Alex. She knows all too well what it’s like to be the one on the losing end of life, which is why she’s made it her personal mission in life to save as many lives as possible. The extreme high she gets from treating trauma victims turns into Alex’s own form of therapy, or so she thinks.
When faced with her world being turned upside down, Alex may just find that her true therapy is in the one who has always saved her.
J.B. McGee was born and raised in Aiken, South Carolina. After graduating from South Aiken High School, she toured Europe as a member of the 1999 International Bands of America Tour, playing the clarinet. While attending Converse College, an all-girls school in Spartanburg, South Carolina, she visited Charleston often. It quickly became one of her favorite vacation spots. She met her husband, Chad, during Christmas break her freshman year, and they married in 2001 and she moved back to her home town.
In 2005, the couple welcomed their first son, Noah. J.B. finished her Bachelor of Arts degree in Early Childhood Education at the University of South Carolina-Aiken in 2006. During her time studying children’s literature, a professor had encouraged her to become a writer.
In 2007, she welcomed their second child, Jonah, and she became a stay at home mom/entrepreneur. In 2009, the found out their two children and J.B. have Mitochondrial Disease. In 2011, a diagnosis also was given to Chad. Please take a moment and learn more about Mitochondrial Disease. Awareness is key to this disease that has no cure or treatments.
J.B. McGee and her family now reside in Buford, Georgia, to be closer to their children’s medical team. After a passion for reading had been re-ignited, J.B. decided to finally give writing a shot. Broken (This Series), is her first book and first series.
Promo Blitz and Excerpt: Only for You by Genna Rulon
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