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Love, Music, Madness
Tabitha Rhys
Published by: Soul Mate Publishing
Publication date: April 25th 2018
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Songwriting partners Lawson Harper and Jessa Warlow’s musical ambitions are derailed when their so-called relationship ends disastrously. However, neither Lawson nor Jessa are willing to give up on the album’s worth of soul-searing songs they wrote together—songs they’re sure are good enough to change both their lives.

Will the chemistry that fuels their creativity drive them to make the record of a lifetime, or only to absolute madness?

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I opened up the program Tim favored and selected a file I had created in the days since our meeting at Musso. A slamming four-on-the-floor beat filled the room. It was a simple starter beat I’d created for the first song Jessa and I had written together, from scratch.

Jessa turned to me, chin cocked, guitar at the ready. “What do I do?”

“Play Estrella. Jump in whenever you’re comfortable.”

Jesse took a deep breath and began to strum. In no time, she was locked into the beat. Clearly, she hadn’t abandoned our songs the way I had. She wasn’t rusty in the least.

When Jessa added her vocals, I shivered. I’d forgotten how full and warm her voice was. How it rattled with just a touch of gravel on the high notes. I had also forgotten just how good our songs were. All through the cold Gunther winter, Jessa and I had altered them and played them back over and over, making sure the flow was just right. The arc. The mood.

While Jessa strummed and sang, I made adjustments to the beat. I switched up the bass tone so it was even more thudding and added a ghostly echo to the snare. At first, I wasn’t sure how to approach the toms, but I ended up dialing them back by removing a few hits from the loop.

By the time Jessa hit the bridge, I was just listening. Layered over the beat, her voice took on a haunting quality. The result really was just as I’d imagined. A strange, but synergistic juxtaposition.

After Jessa’s last note, I hit the spacebar and halted the beat.

In the sudden silence, Jessa’s eyes widened. “Lawson. I can hardly believe it. That was our song. But it was so much more.” She shook her head.

“Should we try out a few more options? You know, keep searching for our sound?”

“Searching for our sound? Lawson, we just found it . . .”


 

Author Bio:

Tabitha Rhys is a writer and mom with a passion for music, misfits, and subculture. She grew up in the Philadelphia suburbs and now resides in Riverside, CA with her husband and son.

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Vow of Atonement by Emma Renshaw Blog Tour: Excerpt& Giveaway

Today we have the blog tour for the much anticipated second standalone novel in the Vow Series. Check out VOW OF ATONEMENT by Emma Renshaw and get your copy now!

Title: VOW OF ATONEMENT
Author: Emma Renshaw
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: September 5th

About VOW OF ATONEMENT

A bossy Army vet determined to atone for his mistakes with the only girl he’s ever loved. A sassy boutique owner trying to shield her broken heart.

Roman stole every part of Harper’s heart and soul over a decade ago and left without giving her back the pieces. She’s spent the past decade trying to forget him and everything he made her feel.

When a mysterious figure shows up, changing her life with just a few sentences, she does the unthinkable—calls the man who left her shattered all those years ago.

Roman storms back into Harper’s life with a vengeance, determined to prove he is worthy of a second chance. He vows to keep her safe from the danger that has darkened her door.

But they’re both pawns in someone else’s game. And this vow might just be broken before the game is over…

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Excerpt

I slowly look up at his face. That damn smile is finally gone, but the heat pooling in his eyes isn’t better. His eyes are bouncing all around my face before they settle on my lips. I stare at his, too, unable to deny myself from looking at them. The memory of our kiss earlier sends my heart racing.

It’s always been this way between us. Boiling heat before the first touch. My tongue slides out of my mouth, licking my lips.

“Harper.” He whispers my name as if he’s on his knees, praying to everything he finds holy.

My eyes find his again, and I see the worship in his eyes. I let out a breath, barely able to contain my emotions. My eyes flick to his lips one more time. He growls, pouncing on me. One hand winds in my hair, the other landing on my lower back, lifting me against him. His lips crush down on mine, overwhelming every one of my senses.

“Yes, girl,” I hear Valerie shout from somewhere in the distance.

My mouth opens for his. At the first swipe of his tongue, every memory slams into me at once. Every sweet memory. Every fiery memory. Every soul-crushing memory.

I rip my face from his, my eyes stinging with threatening tears. “Put me down now,” I hiss.

Roman drops me down to my feet. He takes his hands off me.

I’m relieved. I’m broken. This can’t happen again. I need it to happen again. Every emotion contradicting the next. He’s not touching me, but he hasn’t stepped back. His heat still sweeping into me and overwhelming me. I take a big step back, finally able to look at him.

“Leave, Roman.” My voice is laced with desperation and heartbreak.

“Not a chance in hell.” His words are strong and forceful, readying for a fight.

“Why? You did it so well the first time.”

He sucks in a tiny breath after I just drew the line in the sand, firmly planting myself on the opposite side. I spin, walking away to our table, blinking away the tears.

I sit down, willing myself not to look at him. I can feel him, though. He hasn’t moved and his eyes are still on me. I feel his caress as if he’s touching me. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating that he has this power after all these years, hating that he still has it after he broke me into tiny shards of myself.

I glance over at him. He walks toward me, stopping at the table next to ours. He picks up a chair, turning it so it faces our table. He sits there watching me, unblinking, unwilling to look anywhere but at me. He drew his own line. He shakes his head slightly.

I know what he’s saying. He didn’t need to mouth the two words, not leaving.

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Emma loves to write, just don’t ask her to write about herself. If she isn’t writing, you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives in Texas with her husband and dog.

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Say a Sweet Prayer Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway

 

Today we have the blog tour for Say A Sweet Prayer by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today:

Title: Say A Sweet Prayer

Author: Jennifer Rebecca

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.

About Say A Sweet Prayer:

The sleepy little New Jersey township has been relatively quiet as plans for the wedding of Claire Goodnite and Wesley O’Connell are in full swing. But when the patrons of the church’s singles group are being picked off one by one and branded with a scarlet letter in blood, Claire and the team put their festivities on hold to track down a killer.

It’s just another case, another day in the life of a police officer until tragedy strikes their small circle of friends. When one of their own becomes one of the victims, how will the group go on? Or more importantly, can Claire survive it?

It’s probably best you say your prayers . . .

 

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I gasp, feeling the band tighten around my chest as the nightmare leaves me in its wake. Fuck, it’s still happening. A small part of me had hoped that with my life finally becoming normal that the dreams would go away. But you know what they say about hope being a fickle bitch and all that . . .

My body is covered in a sheen of sweat, my head is pounding with the drums of the old Salvation Army band, and my stomach is roiling. I jump up and run to the bathroom, dropping down to my knees just in time to lose my very expensive celebratory dinner and champagne.

My body stiffens when I feel a hand brush my hair back from my face.

“Too much champagne?” he asks with a note of humor in his voice. The miserable bastard would just love for me to be hungover.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Claire?” he asks. I hate the worry in his voice. I hate that I put it there. I thought I had escaped—that I was finally free—but I’m not free, I’ll never be free. I’ve brought Wes straight into hell with me and I hate that most of all.

“Just let it go, Wes.” My voice is rough in desperation, for him to leave it alone, to leave me to my own devices, I don’t know which.

“No,” he grounds out his voice firm. I hang my head unwilling to look at him yet. I can’t stand that this is how he sees me, at my lowest, covered in sweat with the scent of vomit in the air.

“Wes—” I begin to plead but he stops me before I can even get the words out.

“No!” he shouts. “No, I won’t let it go and no, I won’t go away. I want in there, Claire. You have to let me in, baby.” He’s pleading, and I can’t stand the desperation in his voice or the knowledge that I am solely responsible for it.

“It’s too dark, Wes,” I whisper. “I can’t drag you further into hell with me.”

Wes drops down onto his knees behind me, wrapping his arms around me as if he can block the world from seeping on to my shoulders. In this moment, Wes is my shield, my protector, my big, bad warrior and I know in my heart that with him I can do anything, be anything, but without him, I don’t even want to try.

“I’ve already been to hell, honey,” he says softly, his chin resting on my shoulder, reminding me that he has been to hell and knows its demons on a first name basis. “Let me walk in there with you. Let me be your light in the dark.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“But what if it is?” He asks softly. “What if together we can beat it back?”

“I just don’t know,” I say softly, my voice harsh. “I’m so scared.”

“I know, baby.” His arms grip tighter around me, easing the invisible band around my chest. “Let me be your light.”

“You already are.”

And in this moment, I realize the veracity of my words. The power they hold rings true for both of us. No longer have I craved the bite of my own bullet and while I struggle with the nightmares, the trauma that still lives inside me, twisting me up, I no longer feel alone, because I’m not. Maybe, just maybe, we can beat back the darkness, together. Wes is right, it’s time to let him in. If we’re really lucky, I won’t drag him into hell with me, but he might just be able to help me pull myself out once and for all.

“Then let’s go back to bed,” he whispers.

“Okay.”

 

 

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Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

 

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Say A Sweet Prayer by Jennifer Rebecca Release Blitz

Today we have the release blitz for Say A Sweet Prayer by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today:

Title: Say A Sweet Prayer

Author: Jennifer Rebecca

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover by Alyssa Garcia at Uplifting Designs.

About Say A Sweet Prayer:

The sleepy little New Jersey township has been relatively quiet as plans for the wedding of Claire Goodnite and Wesley O’Connell are in full swing. But when the patrons of the church’s singles group are being picked off one by one and branded with a scarlet letter in blood, Claire and the team put their festivities on hold to track down a killer.

It’s just another case, another day in the life of a police officer until tragedy strikes their small circle of friends. When one of their own becomes one of the victims, how will the group go on? Or more importantly, can Claire survive it?

It’s probably best you say your prayers . . .

 

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Present day . . .

“So, what do you say gorgeous? You wanna get out of here?” Wes smiles at me as the music changes again but I know that we won’t segway into another dance at our engagement party. I place my hand in his outstretched one and answer him from my heart.

“Yes.”

Wes leans in and kisses me hard and fast before walking me through the room, the skirt of my pretty black cocktail dress swishing around my thighs. As we make our way to the door, someone shouts, “Looks like this party just became a private one.”

We push through the side door of the country club with a quiet clank as it shuts behind us. Wes and I, hand in hand, turn our heads to look at each other and laugh.

“That’s my favorite sound,” he whispers into the night.

“What?” I ask feeling a little confused and a lot of expensive wine.

“When you laugh.”

“Wes—” I start but I’m cut off by his shrill whistle as he hails a cab to take us home.

“Let’s go home,” he says softly as he pulls the yellow door open for me and I bunch up my skirt to slide all the way across the cracked vinyl seat to make room for the only guy to ever hold my heart. He slides in beside me and pulls the door closed.

“827 Adolphia, and step on it,” he says to the driver.

“If my wife looked like her, I’d be in a hurry too,” he mumbles before pulling out into traffic. I smile at my lap while pulling my skirt flat nervously and my cheeks heat.

Wes leans into me and slides his nose down the skin behind my ear, whispering, “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Through break neck twists and turns and a couple very yellow lights, Wes holds me tight in his arms. He skates his hands over all very appropriate places. But still, when we finally pull up to the front of his house in the suburb we grew up in, I’m still a little drunk and more than a little on fire.

Wes tosses some bills and a heavy tip to the driver before flinging open the door and pulling me out with him. He slams the door to the tune of the cabbie’s laughter ringing in my ears and as I look at Wes, I can’t help but let the smile grow wider across my face.

There is a twinkle in his eyes that I know now, after all that we have been through, is so much more than wine and lust. This is a lifetime of love. This is everything.

I have to practically run to keep up with Wes as his long, muscular legs eat up the ground of the walkway to the front of his—soon to be our—house. He stops in front of the door and punches in the code on the deadbolt before swinging the heavy piece of wood and steel open and pulling us through.

Wes has gone a little crazy with home security ever since my near miss a few months ago.

But I don’t have time to think of that now as the door slams closed and the lock tumbles over. Wes leans back against the door and slides his whiskey gaze over my body as I stand in the entryway. The laugh that threatens to burst free from me dies on my lips as my body heats like a fever rolling over my skin. I bite down on my bottom lip to quell the shudder that rolls through my body but there’s no stopping it.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” Wes says, his voice rough.

“Wes—” I start but I barely get the words out. Wes stalks towards me with sure, even steps. When he reaches me, he pulls my body to his, crashing his lips down on mine.

“I love you, Claire,” he whispers against my mouth. He tangles his fingers in my long hair. “So fucking much.”

“And I love you.” My words light him up from the inside out. His tongue swipes into my mouth and he groans at the taste.

“You’re mine, Claire,” Wes rumbles as he lifts me up so that his lips don’t have to leave mine as he stalks down the hallway and up the stairs toward the master bedroom. I wrap my legs around his waist and we both groan as his hard length comes in contact with my center.

“Always.”

“Damn-fucking-right,” he growls as he slides my body down his, lowering my feet to the floor. “Turn around.”

I do as he says, slowly turning around so that my back is to his front. I hear his rumble of approval and I let my eyelids drift lower as a happy glow settles over me. Wes uses his free hand to brush the heavy length of my hair over my shoulder to hang over my right breast.

I hold my breath as his unhurried hands lower the zipper on my little black dress. When the sides of the dark fabric slip apart, Wes slides his hands underneath the edges, his rough palms electrifying the skin of my back and shoulders as he guides my dress off my body, letting it pool around my heels on the floor.

I release a heavy breath just before he lets a fingertip trail down my spine, stopping at the clasp of my black lace bra, unhooking it in the process. It floats to the floor, joining my dress. We reaches around me and holds a heavy breast in each hand. His thumbs graze my nipples ever so slightly and I arch against his hard body behind me. Wes lowers his lips to my shoulder placing the softest of kisses there before straightening and ordering me in a rough voice, “Take off your panties.”

Keeping my legs straight, I hook my fingers into the black lace of my panties and bending at the waist lower them to the floor. As I do, my uncovered flesh slides against Wes’s hard cock behind the wool and zipper of his slacks. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his heat and strength exactly where I need him. There’s something to be said about being naked, vulnerable, and bent over in front of a fully clothed man. I give this to Wes freely, not because he demands it, but because he deserves it.

“Go lay down on the bed,” he rumbles after I stand back up, kicking my discarded clothing aside and stepping free from the bulk of it.

Wearing nothing but my tall, strappy heels, I make my way over to the big bed and pull the bedding back before lowering myself down to the cool sheets. I turn to my back, propping myself up against the mountain of pillows.

Wes stands there fully clothed, radiating suppressed energy. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pops open the buttons on his collared shirt before parting the soft material and slowly sliding it down his body. The buckle of his belt clanks as he pulls it free from his slacks, letting it drop to the floor before toeing out of his shoes and pulling his socks from his feet. And I lay there in rapt attention as each piece of skin is uncovered.

I hold my breath as he reaches for the clasp on his slacks. I breathe again when he lowers the zipper and pushes his pants and underwear wear down his strong legs as one. His hard length springs free and I watch—fascinated as he grips it in his fist. He lets his head tip back on his shoulders

“Spread your legs,” he rumbles as he slides his fist up and down his length. “Show me what’s mine because this is all yours, baby.”

Wes watches me through narrowed lids as I let my knees drop to the sides. My body burns from the inside out as I watch him watch me put myself on display for him. Only for him. My body burns hot from the wine and from Wes. He has always had this effect on me.

Slowly Wes stalks towards me before lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. I lay perfectly still, holding my breath, waiting to see what his first move will be. Tonight, Wes will lead. Luckily for me, I don’t have to wait long.

Wes watches the movements of his hand as he caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers before placing his palm flat between my breasts. He leans down and softly places his mouth on mine, soft and sweet to start before sliding his tongue into my mouth and taking it deeper. There is no hurry to his movements or frantic pace. To Wes, it seems as if he has all the time in the world, and we’re getting married so he does, but I’m a little drunk and I want more. I want so much more.

I press my body to his as I nip at his bottom lip before soothing the hurt with my tongue. Wes smiles against my mouth and I know that he can see right through me. But then again, he’s known me since forever.

“I want slow,” he rumbles against my mouth.

“Uh-unh,” I mumble as I wrap a leg around his hips trying to entice him to my way of thinking.

“But slow can be so . . . rewarding,” he says as he circles my nipple with his fingertips before finally scraping his nail over the tip making me arch into him.

“I want fast while the champagne bubbles are still in my head,” I say as I dig a heel into the mattress and roll taking Wes with me. We land with him on his back, diagonally across the middle of the bed and me gracelessly sprawled across his body. He grips my hips tight in his hands.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks as he smiles up at me.

“Yes.” I smile triumphantly as I wiggle my hips to straddle Wes as he lies beneath me.

I lean forward to kiss him. I open my mouth to him, letting him control the kiss. I lose my head as I rock my body against his. When I break my mouth away to catch my breath, I push back, impaling myself on his hard length. We both let out a groan as we hold eat other tight, adjusting to the way that we fit together.

I smooth my palms over Wes’s chest and scrape my nails down his abs before slowly rising up and then sliding back down his cock. He lets a hiss out between his teeth as I rise up on my knees and slowly slide back down again and again.

I brace myself on my hands, my palms pressing against Wes’s tight abs as I slide up and down his length, faster and faster. There is a heat that spreads out over my body as I get closer and closer. I drop my head back letting my hair brush over his strong thighs. Wes arches his back to meet me.

He pushes his hands to glide up my sides from my hips before gripping one of my breasts in each hand. I place my own over his, encouraging him to squeeze me tighter, to pinch and pull my nipples as I ride him.

I bow backwards and feel the muscles of his legs tense behind me. My movements become more frantic as I try and get closer and closer before bending back forward and bracing myself against his chest again.

“Get there, baby,” Wes says through gritted teeth.

“I-I’m trying,” I cry out in almost a whine, but I can’t care. I’m so close and yet . . . not. I keep pushing harder and harder but I’m not getting any closer to the edge and it’s making me panicky.

“You gotta get there, baby,” he growls as his hips rise up to meet me as I sink back down over him.

“I can’t!” I cry out.

Before I know it, Wes is gripping me by the hips and pulling me up and up and up off his cock. He lifts me up and over, so that my upper body is hanging off the side of the bed, my fingertips barely brushing the carpet, and my most secret places right over his face.

Wes pulls me down to meet his mouth and presses his tongue over my clit hard and fast, not letting up for even a moment. I grip the edge of the comforter in my left-hand and the nails of my right-hand rake over the carpet. Panting, I’m not sure if I’m trying to get away from his sexual onslaught or if I’m trying to get even closer. I roll my hips and receive a masculine groan and a nip to my clit for my reward, sending me spiraling out of control as I come.

Wes knifes upward, taking me with him in one fluid move. I land on my back with Wes moving over me, sliding in deep. He hooks my left leg over his right arm lifting it higher, taking him deeper, while I wrap my right leg around his hip as he plunges hard and deep.

Before I know it, my body is heating up again. I rake my nails down Wes’s back and he rolls his hips causing me to clench tight around him. I’m building again.

“Yes,” he growls as he powers into my heat over and over again. “Give it to me. Again.”

I’m helpless to stop it so I do, and Wes follows me over the edge, roaring out my name as he does. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck as our breathing slows and he lowers my leg.

“You’re right,” he rumbles in my ear after a minute or two of silence. “Fast was fun.”

“I told you so,” I purr as I stretch like a cat underneath him.

“We’ll do slow next,” he tells me seriously.

“Okay,” I whisper and then we do just that, we go slow before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms with the world at our fingertips . . . or so it had seemed at the time. If only we had known we were on the cusp of losing everything, we might have played things a little differently.

 

 

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Tell Me A Story:

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About the Author:

Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

 

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Cover Reveal!! Free To Dream by Tracey Jerald

Today we have the cover for Tracey Jerald’s Free to Dream! We are so excited about this fantastic release—be sure to pre-order today!

Title: FREE TO DREAM

Author: Tracey Jerald

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: August 9th

About Free To Dream:

Cassidy Freeman doesn’t believe dreams come true because every night her dreams trap her in a nightmare she barely escaped as a child. She maintains rigid control over all aspects of her life, giving the illusion she’s strong and confident. Allowing very few close enough to see the brave heart buried beneath, she’s convinced she’ll carry her burdens alone.

From the minute they met, Caleb Lockwood disrupted everything by destroying her sense of order. His patience, compassion and sensuality obliterated her defenses. It’s as if he knew her from the inside out.

Helping his younger brother hire a wedding planner shouldn’t have led to this. In just a few short days, Caleb’s learned untold secrets about his family – and about the Freemans. When he demands to meet them, he doesn’t expect the pull he feels towards the petite dynamo in front of him whom life has dealt an unspeakable hand.

With Caleb, Cassidy’s lost her semblance of control. Now, she’s not sure she wants it back. Not if giving it up means having a chance at something she never imagined.

Love.

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“So, about that first appointment,” Phil starts. I slowly uncross my legs and sit forward.

“Yes?”

“There’s something you should know.”

I’m going to throttle my brother. After all our years of working together, if he left out telling me any minute detail about this appointment, I’m going to lose it.

Knowing Phil, this could be anything from the appointment was supposed to be at the Lockwood company headquarters in Manhattan or their family compound in Greenwich. If Phil suddenly springs on me that he forgot to tell me the client’s expecting to have a champagne catered breakfast ready, I’m going to give up on keeping my legendary control, take my scissors and straddle him while I cut off all his hair in massive chunks. He won’t be able to stop me because he’ll be too busy choking on the extra-skinny, watered down latte he just made me pick up.

In my calmest voice, I ask, “What about it?”

Ali whispers “Uh-oh” under her breath.

Phil looks at his hands, then at the clock. Another minute ticks by. Sixteen minutes until this appointment. He looks at Ali, who just stares back at him with a mean look. He looks back down at his hands. Silence. Fifteen minutes.

From the doorway, Holly pipes in with “Did you fuck the groom or something?”

Ali starts to laugh as I gasp. Standing in the door, Corinna, Em and Holly are standing in varying states of arms crossed, waiting for Phil’s answer. Em just mean mugs Phil. I check the clock again. Fourteen minutes.

Phil sighs and looks at me with guilt on his face. That was my only warning.

“No, but Jason was engaged to him about ten years ago and broke it off to be with me. Or so the story goes.”

Chaos erupts in my office. In my disbelief, I make a few mental notes. First, Phil is prohibited from doing any further client event profile forms. I also give myself a mental reminder to review all his other forms for new clients for the rest of the week. How could he not think this information was important for me to know, especially now, having more than mere minutes before the Lockwoods come through my door?

As I sit back, listening to my siblings yell among each other, I try to regroup. I have no time to call Jason to discreetly find out what occurred.

I now have five minutes to get this under control.

Forget who fucked who or who fucked whom over. This is not how we built this business.

Phil. Might. Die.

Slowly.

Blunt force trauma caused by my planner. That’s a delicious thought.

But later.

I’ll enjoy planning it in detail, after I deal with damage control.

“All of you, get out of my office. RIGHT NOW!” I yell at my siblings. “I have exactly four minutes to figure this out. I think you all might be depraved lunatics, and how I know this and continue to work with you all on a daily basis is eluding me. This is not the impression this company will give under any circumstances, short of the building catching fire. Find your offices and have your meltdowns in there.”

Then I hear it. That fucking bitch Fate. Three goddamn minutes early. Of course.

“I happen to agree with Ms. Freeman. She and I have an appointment on behalf of my family.”

I find myself staring briefly into a set of the most gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen.

 

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About Tracey:

Tracey Jerald knew she was meant to be a writer when she would re-write the ending of books in her head on her bike when she was a young girl growing up in southern Connecticut. It wasn’t long before she was typing alternate endings and extended epilogues “just for fun”.

After college in Florida, where she obtained a degree in Criminal Justice swearing she saw things she’ll never quite believe and never quite forget, Tracey traded the world of law and order for IT. Her work for a world-wide internet startup transferred her to Northern Virginia where she met her husband in what many call their own happily ever after. They have one son.

When she’s not busy with her family or writing, Tracey can be found in her home in north Florida drinking coffee, reading, training for a runDisney event, or feeding her addiction to HGTV. Friend her on Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/tracey.jerald.71) or on Instagram (TraceyJerald) to see what antics she’s up to on a regular basis.

 

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Blog Tour: 13 by Rhonda James

Today we have the blog tour of 13 by Rhonda James! We are so excited to share this sexy new romance with you! Check it out and grab your copy today!

Title: 13

Author: Rhonda James

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About 13:

“Fake it till you make it.”

A notion I once considered utterly ridiculous. Until one crazy night with a mysterious man resulted in a social media frenzy that had the entire entertainment industry talking.

Seems a fake marriage was just what my career needed to make Hollywood come knocking.

Convincing him to continue the charade was almost too easy. The chemistry between us made it impossible to keep my hands to myself. But it was all just pretend, right? Love was never in the script.

That is, until he re-wrote it.

13 Reasons You Should Stay:

  1. I’m crazy about you
  2. I make you laugh
  3. You totally dig me

 

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My Review:

 

What would you do if you started to fall for the person you’re in a fake relationship with? From the minute Sophie and Hawk meet, there is an instant attraction and spark. Hawk is so smitten that he gives Sophie the bright idea to pretend to be married to get back at her ex. The last thing they expected was to run into each other and not only that but to continue to charade. The more time they spend together the more they fall for each other which then bring the fear of what will happen when its time to call it quits.

I absolutely loved Hawk. He was such a sweet heart and so swoon worthy. He was such a gentleman and always stood his ground on what he believed and never let Sophie persuade him. I loved that he didn’t let his fears stop him from pursuing Sophie.

Sophie was constantly struggling with her feelings and fears. I felt like she had a lot of growing up to do. I loved them together but Sophie on her own I wasn’t a huge fan of.

Overall it is definitely a must read. Some of my favorite “scenes” were when Hawk was performing so trust me for that part alone, you have to check it out.

 

About Rhonda:

Rhonda is an Amazon bestselling romance author who strives to create a book boyfriend for all her readers. She’s married and lives in Michigan with her family. In her spare time you can find her talking to readers, getting lost in a new book, or just spending time with her family.

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In The Darkness by K.M. Scott & Anina Collins Book Blitz

In The Darkness: A Project Artemis Novel
Anina Collins & K.M. Scott
Publication date: April 24th 2018
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Persephone Gilmore comes from a life of privilege. The oldest daughter of media mogul Marshall Gilmore, she grew up wanting for nothing. But her father taught her more than just how to make billions, and even though she could sit by the pool and eat bon bons every day for the rest of her life, she chooses to work as an ER nurse and live on her own away from the family estate and her father’s security.

Then one night, those choices come back to haunt her.

Nick Hanson hasn’t been truly happy since he left the FBI. Life as a hired gun for wealthy clients has paid well and made him very much in demand, but it isn’t the same as the life he used to have. When Marshall Gilmore wants to hire him to rescue his daughter after she’s taken hostage by a terrorist group, he agrees, but to save her, he’ll have to go undercover and become one of them. It’s dangerous work, but he knows what to expect and he’s never been one to turn down a challenge.

What starts out as just another case turns into something much more, and Nick finds out just how much he’s willing to do to save Persephone.

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Author Bio:

K.M. Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy contemporary and paranormal romance. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading a book, watching TV or movies, or cooking for family and friends.

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Anina Collins has always loved a good mystery. As a child, her favorite books were Nancy Drew books passed down from her grandmother, and as she grew up, she moved on to Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and their famous detectives. She currently lives in North Carolina and writes her Poppy McGuire Mystery series.

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